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a hand to hold mine
pairing: sonny carisi/little sister!reader
description: sonny’s baby sister is a victim of a hostage situation. things come to light, and sonny considers what you are to him.
rating: dead dove don’t eat, dark fic, taboo fic. incest relationship between older brother and (legal) little sister. reader is taken hostage and sonny makes everything all better. hospital sex. bio brother/sister porn. fingering, clit rubbing, orgasms, loss of virginity, unprotected p-in-v sex, some dirty incest talk. (if I missed any out, let me know!)
if you’re sensitive, don’t read!
When Carisi got the call that a girl, between the age of eighteen and twenty-two, had been caught in a hostage situation, Amanda had told him to come down immediately.
As an ADA, he barely got to go to hostage situations. But the perpetrator? He asked for Carisi specifically.
Someone he had crossed back in his detective days, by the looks of it.
As soon as Dominick arrived, he was given a bullet proof vest and Amanda filled him in on the situation.
Man, in his late thirties, has a record for pedophillia and murder, was let out on good behaviour only two weeks prior. His name was David Ortez—and Sonny was the undercover cop that built a case against him and put him away.
“it’s your sister, Sonny.” Amanda told him, sympathy in her tone.
“My… my sista’?”
What one? Was the question. He had four sisters, Bella, Theresa, Gina—and the baby sister, you. Just started college, your whole life ahead of you.
Amanda said your name and suddenly Carisi felt light headed. Bile rising in his throat.
“How long has she been in there?” He said, and he could barely hear himself.
“Almost an hour, listen… he’s done a number on her. He phoned nine-one-one every time he hurt her.”
Sonny clenched his fist. David Ortez was a disgusting man. When Sonny was undercover, that man told him in detail about the things he watched, things he done to his kids, his nieces and nephews. Things that made him sick then and made him sick now. And now he had you, his little sister, of all people.
“He’s phoning again.” Olivia raised her finger for everyone in the trailer to stop talking. She answered the phone.
“David?”
“Miss. Benson… it’s been a long time since we last spoke. How’ve you been? How’s Noah?”
David smiled into his phone. He watched through a blind spot in the window, watched how the building he was in was barricaded by armed police. Kept his eyes on the white trailer dead centre of the road.
“What do you want, David?” She spoke.
“I want to speak to Carisi.”
Sonny took the phone from Olivia’s hand despite her orders for him to stay quiet. He wasn’t a detective anymore, she said, you’re an ADA.
“I’m here.”
“Dominick.” The man smiled into the phone. “Got your baby sister here, she was stupid enough to help a poor… injured man.”
The way you became his hostage in the first place was because he had came up to you after your class, faking a stabbing. Spending the last two weeks stalking you, understanding your routine and schedule—and he got you at the right time. As soon as David got you into a room, he pistol whipped you and kicked you in your side to keep you down.
“She’s got a kind heart,” Sonny said, “how ‘bout you just let ‘er go? Huh? This is ‘tween you n’ me.”
“No can do, Dominick. Think I might keep her, actually. Take her abroad, get her pregnant, start a family with her. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”
David traced the gun up your temple, smirking down at you.
He had your hands tied behind your back and has you sat against the wall below the window. A strip of duct tape over your mouth.
And David had beat you well. Bruising littering your body, your nose bleeding and a gash in your forehead and eyebrow dripping blood down your face.
“No way in hell.” Carisi growled at the David.
“Am I on speaker phone?”
“Yes.”
“Take me off. Unless you want your squad to learn some real shitty stuff about you.”
Sonny looked around, Olivia, Amanda, Joe and everyone else who was in the trailer was looking at him.
Olivia gave him a nod of permission, and Sonny pressed the button on the phone. It was just Sonny and David now.
“Good. Don’t think I don’t remember what you told me. What I made you do.”
To gain David’s trust while Sonny was undercover, he had to befriend David. And David was paranoid, it took months for David to trust him.
“One thing,” David said.
“Anythin’” Sonny replied.
“Prove what you did to her. Your little sister? You told me you raped her since she was four. Looked through your wallet and you have a photo of her.”
“What about her?”
“Want you to jerk over her. Now.” And David passed Sonny the picture of you as a little girl. Sonny kept it in his wallet for a reason to keep going, to keep doing what he was doing.
Sonny held the picture between his fingers and he looked down at the picture of you. He swallowed, hard and looked at David and nervously smiled, “C’mon… I’m past that now.”
“I’m not giving you a choice.”
The picture was placed back in his wallet ten minutes later, stained with his milky cum.
Sonny hears you yelp, and he can’t imagine what David is doing to you. “Don’t touch her.”
“Why? Give me a reason not to rape her right now, Dominick.”
“She… she—I ain’t ever… done what I said I did. To her. I was undercover, had to learn more about ya.”
“Obviously. This little girl adores you; fairly obvious you didn’t do a thing you said you did.” And he tugs on your hair.
“You put me away, Dominick. Worked your way into my head and put me back in prison. Do you know what they did to me in there? Do you?!”
David yelled down the phone.
“David… I’m sorry, if it were up’ta me, it would’ve never of happened.”
“But that’s the thing, Dominick. You had a choice. And now, so do I. Life is all about making the right choices.”
You squeezed your eyes shut as the barrel of the gun stared back at you. Your breathing got worse.
“Theres two ways this can go. Put me back on speaker phone.”
Sonny done as he was told. Immediately.
“Option one: I shoot the little girl and then myself. You never get to see her again. You never get closure.”
David pauses. Sonny’s palms are sweaty. His heart beating out of his chest.
“Option two: You get me a car, you get me a million dollars and I take your little sister anywhere I want. And I promise you. I’ll keep her alive.”
Both options take you away from your brother. Away from your family, friends—the life you built.
“I’ll give you ten minutes to decide. And if you don’t? Well…” David took the safety off the pistol. “I’ll decide for you. Times ticking, Dominick Carisi.”
Then the line went dead.
Sonny threw the phone on the desk and wiped a hand down his face.
“I’ll get a car,” Olivia told him. “We have two Snipers are already aimed at the door, Sonny, don’t worry. We’ll get him.”
If only Sonny could believe that. He’s seen how some of these things go. How there’s no happy endings.
“It’s option two; we get a car, lure him out and shoot him dead.”
“Nah, no.” Sonny put a hand on his hips. “Could hurt her. I ain’t gonna hurt my lil’ sister.”
“Sonny, hurting her is the least of our problems. We want her alive, and we want her out. Now. This way, we get her out and she’ll be alive and she’ll be safe.”
Sonny bit his lip. Amanda was right. This was the only option they had to take. The only option Sonny could agree to.
“Call him back. We have a car on the way.” Olivia told him.
And sonny picked up the phone and dialled David back. David picked up within the first ring.
“Dominick. Your choice?”
“Two. I have a car on the way, we have your money. I know you, David, you… you stick to your word. I know you’ll take care’a my sister.”
“Good choice, Carisi. Knew you’d come to your senses. Hey, I’ll send you a postcard when she births my children. Don’t get too jealous.”
David watches as a black Jeep pulls up outside the barricade and how the police move around it, to give him space. “My money in that car, Carisi?”
There was no money. The objective out of this situation was to shoot David point blank.
“Yes,” Sonny replied. “It’s all in there. In a bag. Untraceable. The car’s untraceable, too.”
“Wow,” David smiled, “Really doing everything to protect your sister, eh? Do you remember when I made you look at a picture of her, made you jerk your cock over her?”
The phone was on speaker. Everyone could hear what David was saying.
“No.” Sonny swallowed. “I don’t.”
He does. It crosses his mind frequently.
“I do. I don’t blame you.” David lowers the phone to you, “Hey, sweetheart. You wanna say goodbye to your big brother?”
“S—sonny—“ you sob. And it’s the first time he’s heard your voice in months. He regrets leaving your text messages on delivered or read, he regrets not reaching out to you, calling you.
“Hey, doll,” he panics, he brings the phone to his ear. “You’re gonna be okay, doll, my little angel.”
“Of course she is, she’s gonna be my wife.”
David grabs your arm and pulls you up. “Bye, Carisi.” And he hangs up.
David brushes off your shoulder and smiled wickedly at you. “It’s just you and me now, little one. Your brother gave us his blessing.”
You start crying again. Closing your eyes just so you don’t have to look at this horrible man. In your little mind, he’s won. He’s going to take you god knows where and you’ll never get to see anyone you love again. You’ll never get to see your mom, your dad, your older sisters—your big brother.
He’s always been a busy man. Recently, after he came an ADA, he hadn’t had any time for you. It hurt you, but you were a big girl—you could understand that sometimes his job had to come first.
David ripped the duct tape from your mouth and tapped your bruised and cut cheek.
“Oh, don’t cry, baby.” David cooed, “it’ll all be fine soon enough. come on, start walking.”
David shoved you forward and put the gun at your spine. It was enough for you to do as you’re told. You walked, but you couldn’t feel yourself walk. It was as if you were floating.
David opened the door and the sun blinded you, your eyes flinched at the bright light.
Inside the trailer, Amanda was staring at the computer screen. “We have eyes.” Amanda yelled and Sonny didn’t waste any time and pushed past Olivia to leave the trailer.
He saw you, oh god, he saw you. You were there, alive. Breathing. His beautiful little sister.
“I want a clear pathway!” David yelled, “or the kid dies!”
Sonny was so close. He felt sick.
Sonny thought about how you grew up with him as your role model. He was in his late twenties when you were born, and his ma’ and dad were too busy with work so they handed you off to him. He raised you when they weren’t able to. His life with you flashed through his mind, like it was his last minutes with you. How you grew up to be a pretty little girl. How he isn’t so different from some of these men he puts away.
It’s a thought that he pushes to the back of his mind. A disgusting part of him that only comes out at night.
A part of him that wanted his little sister. And David knew that fact.
David walked down the steps with the gun to your temple. “Your brother is right there, front row seat. You wanna know that he’s real jealous of me right now. He knows that I’m going to fuck you real good, fill you up with my babies. He wants it to be him instead.”
You couldn’t see your brother—wherever he was. You couldn’t see anything. Your eyesight was blurry with tears.
David moves from behind you and walks in front, approaching the jeep.
Not even a second later, a loud gunshot rings out in the air. The bad man slumped to the ground in front of you. Your face splattered with his brains and blood, eyes squeezed shut.
Time went so fast, your ears rang.
Sonny shouted your name as he pushed heavy armed police out of the way and into the barricaded zone, where you were.
You felt arms wrap tightly around you, smooshing you against a broad chest. You recognise the feeling, the safeness of his arms. It was your big brother.
“Sonny,” your voice cracked as he held you tight, he breathed you in. You were here, you were alive, breathing. Hugging him tight to your body.
“S’okay, doll, m’right here.”
His hand cupped the back of your head and started to guide you into the police car just a few feet back. Blood on your face wasn’t a good look, the fear in your eyes made his heart hurt.
His little sister, a little girl he watched grow up, had a gun to her head because he put a rapist—murderer away a few years ago, and he got out early. It was all his fault.
The EMTS came over and tore you from his grasp, telling you that you’re going with them.
“I’m ridin’ with her,” Sonny tells them, “I need’a make sure she’s okay.”
“Okay, Counsellor.” They agreed. “We’ll let the other detectives know.”
———
You had passed out in the ambulance on the way to the hospital and the paramedics had to reassure him that you were okay, that your body probably just had to relax—so it forced itself to sleep.
It didn’t give him the peace of mind they hoped.
You were asleep for around six hours and Sonny didn’t leave your side once. The second you woke up, he sat up and held your hand to his chest.
“Hey—hey,” he weakly smiled, his hand extended and hesitated to touch your hair. “You okay?”
You coughed and looked around the room you were in. “How… did I get here?”
“Ambulance brought ya here, doll, ya passed out just after you sat down.”
You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I just… I was so scared. He… he said he’d shoot me, or he… he’d gut me. He said it all depended on your answers.”
Sonny tears up, and it stings his blue eyes.
“Oh, doll…” Sonny sat forward and kissed your forehead, lingering so you wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes. “M’so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” You tried to make him feel better, it wasn’t all the time you got to see him emotional.
“It is,” he says and he kisses your forehead repeatedly, “it is—my stupid work, brought ya into this.” and he holds you close, closing his blue eyes tight.
“i love you, sonny” you hiccup.
It was his emotional and vulnerability caused your own emotions to topple over, and you sobbed. Being in his arms, being with him, grounded you and made you understand that you were alive. You were safe. Your big brother saved you.
“I… “ and he doesn’t think, he just leans his chin forward and captures your lips in a soft, timid kiss.
A way a big brother should never kiss his little sister.
But he does it anyway. His big hand on your cheek keeping you close. Your eyes closed, any negative thought you had in your head disappeared as fast as they were thought.
“Was… “ Sonny swallowed, “was that okay?” he says below a whisper. Your eyes slowly open—your lips tingle with the aftermath of him giving you your first ever kiss.
You nod.
“Can… you kiss me again?”
Sonny didn’t expect you to ask for a kiss. He expected you to… well, do something else. Scream, yell, tell him to get out and that you’ll tell your parents. But no, you wanted him to kiss you again.
Sonny chuckled, then tilted his head to kiss you again. This time, with just a little more pressure than his previous feathery kiss. His hand came to cup the back of your head and press your lips harder into his.
As the kiss deepened and got more hot, he licked on the seam of your lips, opening your mouth to him. Taking advantage of your gasp, (obviously you had no idea that that was how real kissing started).
“what if a nurse comes in?” you say, breaking the kiss briefly. Your lips were swollen, breath uneven. Eyes blown.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, babygirl.”
You felt his hands roam up and down your arm slowly, the arm that wasn’t hooked up to machines, that was. He leaned in to kiss you again, humming into your mouth as his slender hand dipped further and further down your arm and onto your thigh.
Sonny’s fingers touch your pussy tenderly outside of your little pink panties, his thumb twirling the little purple bow. Your soft moans as he kissed you just egged him on.
You broke the kiss briefly when you felt his finger slip into the waistband and slowly pulled your panties to the side, the cool air of the poorly conditioned hospital room hitting your hot pussy.
“‘M gonna touch it now, doll.” He whispered against your lips, and you barely had a second before the pad of his middle finger drifted upwards from your slick hole to your clit and he rubbed in slow, big circles.
“oh…” and your brows furred together.
It wasn’t as if you hadn’t touched yourself before, it was that no one had ever touched you before. It felt weird—and the wrongness and guilt of the person who was the first to touch you being your older brother was still deep in your tummy.
“You okay?” Sonny says softly. He knows he’s pushing his luck, kissing you after a traumatic experience and now he’s touching you inappropriately. Testing the waters on just how much you’d take what he’d give you.
You could barely nod, barely speak. “f—fine,”
“Feels good?”
And he puts just a little more pressure on your clit and watched how your knees parted open subconsciously.
“yeah,” you breathe.
He couldn’t miss how your eyes couldn’t stop watching from his hand moving between your legs.
Sonny’s eyes are fixed both on your face, how your face contorts to each repeat pleasure of the circles he drew on your clit. And how your hips roll ever so slightly on his finger.
His finger slipped in—and that’s one thing you hadn’t done to yourself. Your fingers had always been too short to reach anywhere. But Dominick’s fingers were long, and just one of them sliding inside you and crooking just enough to press down on something that made you whine what was meant to be his name.
“oh my god—“ you choke. And it’s too much too soon, the way his fingers leave your pussy and push back in and curl has your breathing quicken.
You don’t think—you turn your head and kiss him. Your mind so clouded with lust that you just knew you had to have his tongue in your mouth.
Making out with him sloppily as he speeds up his fingers inside you. The obscene sound of squelching filled the room and Sonny and yourself’s laboured breaths.
“Feels—“ you try but words fail you, “feels—“
“like ya gonna cum on ya big brothers fingers?” Sonny answers for you. He can feel your walls tighten on his fingers, feel how wet you have his hand and dampening the flimsy hospital sheets beneath you just by a simple finger-fuck.
You bite your lip and clench your fists, the orgasm building and building and building—until it burst, and you were cumming, hard, on your brother’s fingers. Squeezing and clamping down those two fingers that were still moving inside you. You moaned your older brother’s name, reaching down to clasp your weak hand over his wrist, puffing out of a breath.
“T—too much.”
Sonny smiles at you, “Doll, ya pussy just keeps tryna suck my fingers back in ya.” And he curls his fingers again and your knees cross, touching each other and thighs clamping down on his hand.
“Could make ya cum again, if ya want. See how you’d take three fingers.”
God, you didn’t know if you could take three of his fingers. His fingers were so long.
“Or… I could give ya my cock instead. Got me real hard after that little show, doll.”
Your mind was fuzzy.
“Please.”
And he smirked, withdrew his fingers from inside you and lifted his knee so he got onto the bed with you. On his knees above you, and he slowly undone his belt and pulled it through the loops.
All he had to do was pull down his fly and pull his cock out.
It wasn’t the first time you had seen Sonny’s cock, having to share a bathroom and your bedrooms across from one another. You had a fair amount of times of walking in on him changing, or in the showering, or pissing into the toilet bowl—only once while he was stroking his cock in the dark, you didn’t see it, but you saw the motions of his hand twisting around his hidden cock.
But you saw it now, hard and poking out from his fly just for you.
“can i… can i touch it?”
And Sonny glances at you, “Course,” and lifts your wrist so your hand replaces his. He bites back a groan but not even a second later it comes out when he feels your small, warm hand softly squeeze his hard cock.
“Jus’ like that, doll.”
You do it again, then you try and copy his previous hand movements by slowly stroking up and down his cock. Getting yourself used to the weird feeling. It looked like hard stone, but in your hand it felt squishy and stiff.
“Is… i think… your… thing… is crying,” you tell him
“Huh?” Sonny peaks open an eye and looks down. The red tip of his cock has a bead of pre-cum that’s threatening to spill out.
“Oh, doll. That ain’t my cock cryin’, means ya makin’ me feel real good.”
You smile slightly, “I like making you feel good, Donmy.”
Oh, god. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. But the things you done to him just by existing, being innocent, inexperienced. It made him hotter just thinking about how in that hospital room, he had been your first’s.
Sonny needed more. Craved more of you.
He softly wrapped his hand around your own that was still lazily pumping his cock. “M’gonna put it in ya,”
You looked up at him, and then at his cock. Oh, right, he wanted to put it in you. How could you even be surprised? The little videos you watched, the man always put his penis inside the girl. Now it was going to happen to you, a deep pit of nervousness settled in your tummy.
You wondered if you told him right now that you had never had sex, would he shy away? Leave you alone and never speak of it again?
Your rolling negative thoughts were stopped briefly when sonny shifted back and pushed up your hospital gown just over your hips. Your baby sister pussy on display for him. Wet and swollen from the orgasm he so generously gave you.
“That’s a good fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen one,” Sonny licks his bottom lip and dipped his hand down just to touch it again. His cock twitched as he inserted a finger again, so tight just around one finger—he couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock.
He quickly took his finger out and wiped your slick on his cock, along with a glob of his own spit. He knew he didn’t need any more lube, you were wet—so fucking wet for him. He loved, in particularly, your little button clit that was already puffy with arousal.
Your older brother had seen your pussy a few times growing up, when he had washed you, or helped you get changed. He was even there when you first started to experiment with touching yourself. He was only trying to give you your freshly clean clothes, but he stopped by the barely open door and was able to see just enough on how you unskillfully tried to rub your clit with one fingertip before giving up due to over sensitivity. The imagine was burned into his head, but he wasn’t complaining.
The tip of his bare cock bumped against said clit and you moaned, hips intuitively raising. Your pussy craved him—his cock—with the need to be filled.
It happened too quickly, Sonny angled his hips just right and pushed lightly against your hole. The feeling of a bulbous tip pressing against you was so good, hell, he watched as your pussy let out yet another streak of wet arousal.
But the second he started to push his hips forward had your heart in your mouth. “Sonny I… I’ve not—“
“‘know, doll,” is all he said back.
Dominick knew full well that he could get in a lot of trouble for this. Detective turned Assistant District Attorney, he knew quite literally all the laws in New York. This was against quite a lot of them. But it didn’t stop him.
He dipped his head to kiss you, swallowing your sounds.
There was no going back when the tip of his cock disappeared inside your virgin pussy. Popping the cervix open, claiming your virginity for himself. Your big brother’s head snapped up to look at your face when you let out a hissed moan due to the fact that his cock broke your hymen.
“You okay?” He breathed.
“Uh huh,” you moan, “it just… hurts a little.”
Sonny was happy he had got you as wet as you were, he couldn’t handle the thought of hurting you. Not unless you asked for it, that was.
Your pussy was so inviting, clenching so tightly around the thick mushroom head of his cock, trying to suck him in until there was nothing else left of him.
“Can I move, kid? Stuff you full’a me?”
And you nodded, “uh huh,”
Sonny bit at your lips, “Gonna need ya to use ya words, can ya do that? Speak up for ya big brother?”
Your walls throbbed, you needed him to fuck you. You needed him to hold you down and pound his cock inside you until it left you paralysed. Your body craved him, his hands and lips and everything about your brother.
And he pushes forward and you can’t stop the whine that escapes your throat, head tipping back only slightly against the hospital pillow as your pussy walls stretched to accommodate the foreign cock—your legs spread wider and Sonny immediately got comfortable.
“God, doll—fuck—“ and he slides right inside you, until the fabric of his dress pants settled against the back of your naked thighs. His full cock was inside you, stretching your walls until his tip was pressing against your untouched cervix. Any guilt he had previously faded away fast, his whole mind was focused on you. Solely you.
“You’re—all the way up here,” you choke and point to where your cervix would be on your tummy. Sonny roughly pushed up the gown over your exposed breasts, leaving you naked for him.
You heard him growl—growl—and it was the most attractive thing you had ever heard in your life.
“Yeah? M’ all the way up here?” And he pressed down where you pointed, and fuck, he felt himself settled deep inside you. He was able to feel the puckered tight hole of your cervix,
“Sonny—“ you moan, and it was loud. If it wasn’t early hours in the morning, someone would have definitely heard you.
“Beautiful lil’ girl—all mine, ain’t ya?” He growled as he started to thrust his hips. It was far too much for your poor cunt, still so sensitive over the orgasm he gave you before—every thrust of his cock inside you has a little spurt of liquid leaving your baby pussy and onto his cock and pants.
“All. Fuckin’. Mine.” He repeats as he feels your wet pussy dampen the crotch of his pants. Your mouth falls open, the arm that isn’t hooked up with wires reaches out to touch Sonny’s bicep to ground yourself.
“So—Sonny—you’re—my—“ and you’re already rendered dumb. Eyes barely able to stay open, unable to make a coherent sentence.
“Yeah, I’m ya big brother, ain’t I? Big brother makin’ ya pussy feel so good, huh?”
The hospital bed shook with the power of his thrusts, the sound of your wet pussy taking his cock over and over again filled the room. You had never imagined sex felt like this, always imagining it as an In-And-Out session.
His hand gripped your chin, “Answer me, doll.”
“Uh huh—yeah—you—you make my p—pussy feel really really good—“ you broke off into a moan as he gives you a thrust that’s hard, punching at your cervix and his balls right up against you.
And you nod, “so—so scared, tho—thought I’d—I’d never see you again.”
Sonny tips his head so his forehead, resting it against yours, his breath fanning across your lips with his efforts in fucking you. “Never gonna let that happen,” and he links your fingers together. “Gonna keep ya safe, keep ya just f’me—keep ya in my apartment, come home to ya everyday n’ fuck you deep every night.”
You moan at his words, “y-you’d do t-that?“
“My lil’ sister, love ya so fuckin’ much, my whole world.” He cuts himself off as he kisses you deeply, and you open your mouth to him and let him explore and get acquainted with your taste and the map of your mouth. “Gonna fill ya up with my cum, doll, hope it fuckin’ takes.”
Your breath hitches at the thought. Belly swelling with his baby—your big brother’s baby.
“Yeah? You like the thought a’ that? Dirty lil’ girl,” he smiles and then one of his hands came between you to rub, rub and rub on your clit and your back arched. “Need ya to squeeze my cock when ya cum, cum real hard f’me,”
“I—i—“ and he kisses you yet again, then you cum. Walls clamping down incredibly hard on his cock and liquid spurting from your pussy. Your orgasm was to powerful that it almost pushed his cock out from your hole, but Sonny pushed back in and fucked you hard through your orgasm.
“Fuck yeah, angel, squirt on my fuckin’ cock—gonna make me fuckin’ cum—“
And he fucked you rough, his cock pounding into you and the sounds you let out were downright pornagraphic.
Sonny squeezes you tight as he feels his orgasm reach its peak and he groans deep, head tipping onto your chest as he fucks his cum deep, deep inside you. Holding both of your hips down onto the bed and fucking you through the remainints of your orgasm and through his own.
You felt him slump down on-top of you, his heavy weight holding you down. You feel… like you’re in bliss, satisfied. Your thighs trembled slightly with pleasure that coursed through your whole body.
That is, until his stomach pressed down on the place you were kicked this morning.
“Ow..” you whine and Sonny quickly sits up, looking concerned.
“Did I hurt ya, doll?” and his hand lightly touches the red blotch of a bruise on your side.
“I’m okay,” you tell him, still breathless. Sonny checks you over anyway, his cock softening inside you as he does it.
Sonny pulls down your gown (after a subtle-not-so-subtle fondle of your breast) and smooths it over. Pulling his cock out of you at the same time, and you hissed at the new feeling of feeling empty.
Sonny wished he could see his cum drip out of you, but that could wait until next time. You needed to recover.
The crotch of his pants was wet with your orgasm, but he didn’t mind.
Sonny grabbed the blanket and pulled it over you, making sure to tuck you in and then settled beside you. “Gonna have ya stay with me for a lil’ while,” he says as he nuzzles into your side, his arm wrapped around you. “Afta’ today? I was… scared for ya.”
“Sonny…” you close your eyes. You hate what happened earlier.
“No, listen to me. Had a gun on me… was about’a go in there n’ shoot him dead before one’a the cops did. He hurt you.. my lil girl, harmed ya pretty face.” And he lifts his head and hand to stroke the few cuts on your cheek. “For peace of mind… I need ya to stay with me. Just for a while. Need’a know it’ll neva’ happen again.”
He held you close.
“what about… us?” You asked him. You just had sex with your brother, your older brother. And you really enjoyed it.
“What do ya want f’r us?” Sonny lifts his head to look you in the eyes.
“I dunno,” you trail off. “I… well, maybe we could… “
“Angel..” he smiles and cocks his head, “ya want me to be ya boyfriend?”
You bit back a smile. “you are my brother…”
“I know that, kiddo.” And he cranes his neck to press his lips to you. “we’ll figure it out, doll.”
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“Blissful” Marriage - yandere!Billy Andrews x fem!reader
summary: your husband Billy has a surprise for your fifth wedding anniversary, but it’s not what you might think
warnings: arranged marriage mention, abusive relationship, Billy being an asshole obviously
As soon as you woke up next to your sleeping husband, you were hit with the brutal realization that today was somehow significant. As you took a deep breath, you tried to remember. It wasn't a holiday, nor was it either of your children's birthdays.
You pondered it as you prepared breakfast for your family in the quiet kitchen. The sun rose around you as you buttered toast and scrambled the eggs. Then all of a sudden, you dropped your knife with a clatter.
It was you and Billy's wedding anniversary.
It had been five years since your father handed you over to Billy Andrews, neither of you even eighteen years old when the wedding occurred.
You loved your children more than anything, but sometimes Billy felt like your third child. He had cooled down from his teenage years now with both of you in your early twenties, thankfully.
"Breakfast ready yet?" Billy asked from behind you. You hadn't even heard him come down the stairs.
You turned around, "almost, sorry."
"Hurry up, I'm hungry and the kids will be up soon," Billy sneered, grabbing the plate of bacon and taking it to the table.
Your husband sat and stared as you tried to set the table quickly. You could hear son and daughter stirring in their rooms upstairs, and you'd have to carry your daughter with you as she was only two.
"Can you finish bringing the food over, Billy? I have to get Steph," you said hurriedly.
"Isn't that your job?" he groaned.
"Billy—“
"It's my wedding anniversary, I'm not doing any work," he stated, leaving no room for discussion.
You trudged up the stairs, each step feeling more difficult than the last. You were pregnant again, around four months in. You pitied the next poor child who would suffer at the hands of Billy Andrews being their father.
"Stephie, c'mere. Mama's got you," you cooed as you lifted your little girl out of her crib.
"Mama!" she giggled, her sweet little voice bringing a smile to your face.
You heard your son, William Junior, run down the stairs ahead of you, ready to greet his father. Billy was your son's favorite person, which scared you more than anything. You didn't want to raise a mini Billy, yet he'd insisted on naming his firstborn son after him anyway.
The four of you sat down at the table, Billy pulling you down onto the bench next to him and kissing you harshly on the mouth.
"Mommy, daddy, eww!" William laughed, with Stephanie's giggle following close behind.
"You kids are going over to Aunt Priscilla's today to play with your cousins," Billy stated, placing his hand on your thigh underneath the table.
"But dad, why?" William whined, slamming his fork on the table next to his plate.
"It's your mother and I's anniversary and I have something special planned," he said, fingers inching towards your undergarments.
You were scared, but slightly aroused. Billy, though not husband of the year, was pretty good in bed. He was always more concerned with his own pleasure, but you enjoyed being close to him, making him happy. It made you feel like a good wife.
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Billy shut the door behind his sister as she left with your kids in tow, ready to spend a fun day with their cousins.
"So, what do you have planned?" you ask, turning and smiling to your husband. He dropped his arm from around your waist and looked at you with a hardened expression.
"Get on the ground."
"Billy, what—“
"YOU HEARD ME!" he yelled, pointing his finger directly at your face.
Wordlessly, you bent down onto the floor. Your husband threw a wet, vinegary sponge at you and crossed his hands across his chest.
"These floors are disgusting and you have no excuses. The bathrooms will be next. On my anniversary of suffering through marriage with you, I at least deserve to have a clean home," Billy growled.
You looked down. It hadn't even been a full week since you did the floors, and you felt nauseous after your descent to the floor, but you blinked back your tears and went to work anyway.
You crawled around like that for hours, dodging Billy's criticisms and suffering your way through your fifth wedding anniversary.
All of a sudden, you stood up and stomped over to where your husband sat in his study.
"Billy, what did I do wrong? I know our other anniversaries hadn't been much but... at least it seemed like you'd cared for me," you frown.
"I've been too nice to you lately and I need to put you back in your place. You are my wife and therefore my property," he declared.
"Billy, I raise your kids, take care of your home and do nothing but love you," you sniffle, almost pleading with him.
"I have grown tired of you. Get out of my sight," he stated simply.
You looked into his blue eyes and saw nothing, no traces of guilt or any feelings beyond anger.
Without another word, you turned around and headed outside, going straight to your garden. You at least wanted to bring some pretty flowers into your home on your anniversary, if nothing else.
You tried not to think of that dreadful day when your freedom and innocence was stolen away five years ago, but it lingered in your mind.
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Involuntary Celibate - Yandere!Carmy Berzatto x reader
requested & also helped by @tryingtowritefanfics <3
summary: Carmy's been saving himself for you... but he's tired of waiting.
warnings: 18+, incel!Carmy, teasing, dub/non-con, forced breeding, rape
"Yo chef, can you stay late for prep?" Carmy asks as he passes behind you.
"Of course, chef!" you pipe, turning around and smiling at your boss.
He stole a glance at the sauce you were working on and cocked his head towards it.
"Go ahead, I need some feedback," you confess, handing him a spoon.
As his lips touch your creation and his eyes brighten just a bit, you can't help but blush. After a year of working for him, you'd developed quite a crush on the man.
"Excellent, chef. Just try adding a bit more honey," he offers, looking right into your eyes.
You thought about that interaction for the rest of your shift, even as everyone else left.
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Now, it was past ten and only you and Carmy remain.
You sidle up to Carmy, leaning over the large metal table as he works on one of his drawings.
He looks over at you briefly, his mouth cracking into a small smile before turning back to his work.
Before you could stop yourself, you reach out and touch one of the tattoos on his left arm, the world inside the measuring cup.
"I love this one," you whisper, tracing the cup's thin lines.
Carmy immediately stops drawing. Unbeknownst to you, Richie's words from the past few weeks were echoing through his mind.
"C'mon 'cuz, why haven't you tapped that yet?" "Carm, she's obviously fuckin' obsessed with you." "Jesus 'cuz, you can't be a virgin forever." "If Mikey were here, he'd tell you how much of a loser you are."
Before you knew what was happening, Carmy grabs your arm with his right hand and pins your back against the table. Alarm bells ring through your head but you can't move, your body feels numb.
"Stop fuckin' teasin' me," Carmy grits, pressing his body against yours. You can feel his hard-on through his pants as it presses against your midsection.
You have no idea what else to do, so you lean up and press your lips against his. His strong arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, groaning and bucking against you.
You let out a loud moan as Carmy works his way down your neck with his mouth. All of a sudden, you feel his big hand attempting to tug your bottoms down. You reach down and grab his hand, but he slaps your hand in response.
"You've been teasing me for months, it's my fuckin' turn to take what belongs to me," he hisses, and you immediately start to feel your eyes water.
"C-Carm, please—" you start, but he cuts you off.
Carmy leans in, lips ghosting over your ear as he says, "I'm done with your shit. I'm gonna knock you up and leave you beggin' for more."
"Carmy, I-I'm a virgin. Please don't do this to me!" you beg, still trying to push against him in vain. He has you trapped, no chance for escape.
"I'm a virgin, too. Been savin' myself for you, so we can lose it to each other. We can start our own family, leave our fucked up ones behind," he promises, and you can hear the strain in his voice. Probably a combination of his intense lust and deep desire to get you pregnant.
"Stop, please! I'm not ready to—" you try again, but Carmy cuts you off by clamping a hand over your mouth. With his other hand, he finishes pulling your pants and underwear down.
"You're so good, all wet for me, huh? Slutty women like you are always fuckin' teases," Carmy hisses, teasing your slick entrance with the tip of his cock.
You might've enjoyed this, following maybe four dates and a label and maybe a condom. But you clenched your eyes shut, trying to pretend you were anywhere else.
Anywhere but being cornered and raped by your boss while he tries to put his baby inside you, a little baby Berzatto blossoming inside your womb.
"Hmm—mphh!" you try to speak through Carmy's hand over your mouth. He was almost fully sheathed inside of you, groaning while rocking his hips into yours.
Your extreme discomfort shifted into throbbing pain as his cock breached your cervix. You couldn't stop the tears from filling your eyes as he fucked you harder, like a man on a mission.
Pain mixed with pleasure flooded your senses as Carmy groans, painting the walls of your cervix with his cum.
"Richie and Mikey'd be so fuckin' proud’a me," he says under his breath as he pulls out of you, immediately yanking your underwear back up to keep his fluids inside your pussy.
He un-clamps his hand from your mouth as he shuffles back into his black pants and buckles his belt.
“Why did you do this to me, Carmy?" you sniffle as his intense gaze meets your eyes.
"Because I love you. You're mine now, you'll never be with anyone else," he says, a bored expression on his face.
You can't hold back anymore. You burst into tears, a mixture of post-coital emotions and terror at the very real possibility of a baby inside you.
Carmy pulls you into his chest, holding you close to him as your tears soak through his white shirt.
"I love you so much," he whispers, and you cry even harder. You're never going to escape Carmy Berzatto, you know that now.
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