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no bc i fr want to give this man the nastiest, sloppiest, most unholy, sheet gripping, toe curling, eye rolling, jaw clenching, mouth watering, breathtaking, leg trembling, heart attack inducing, exorcism causing, sweat pouring, mortifying, paralyzing, beastly, foul, electrifying, earth shattering head known to mankind
#🎀#this was made with sonny carisi in mind#but honestly it could apply to so many people#dominick carisi#dominick carisi jr#sonny carisi#patrick hockstetter#rafe cameron#joel miller#the ghoul#cooper howard#wesley evers#law and order svu#outer banks#outerbanks#law and order special victims unit#fallout tv series#tlou#the last of us#it 2017#girlblogging#this is girlhood#relatable
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By far the best Law and Order SVU team
I miss Barba and Amaro and when Carisi still was a cop 😫 also the three of them look so gorgeous together
#rafael barba#raul esparza#raúl esparza#law and order svu#tv#tv series#sonny carisi#svu#law and order#nick amaro#law and order special victims unit#danny pino#peter scanavino#mariska hargitay#amanda rollins#olivia benson#dominic Carisi#dominick carisi#law#law and order: svu#ice t
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Truths
Using the prompt "You were more than a one night stand". Sent to me by @misscharlielulurlielulu
“I could ask you the same,” Sonny retorted. “Where’s Y/N?”
“Sonny?” you said meeting him at the door, pulling your robe around you.
Sonny looked between you and Peter taking in your appearance and clothing, or lack thereof. His eyes locked with yours. “Y/N? What’s going on here? Are you sleeping with him too?” His voice was full of disdain.
“Wait one damn minute!” Peter exclaimed, stepping closer to Sonny.
“Peter, can you give us a minute, please?” you asked, placing a hand on his chest.
Peter looked down at you and his eyes softened. “Are you sure?”
Sonny scoffed. “I wouldn’t hurt her. Unlike you,” he accused.
Peter scowled. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Just stop. Both of you. Peter go back inside,” you instructed.
Peter didn’t move or divert his eyes from Sonny.
“Peter, please,” you said softly. “It’s okay.”
Peter nodded. “Fine,” he conceded.
You waited for the door to close behind Peter before looking back at Sonny. “Why are you here?”
“Why is Peter Stone here?” Sonny inquired.
“That’s not really your business,” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. The fact was Peter did know about you and Sonny. You laid it all out on the line for him last night. And you were honest when you told him you didn’t know if or where the relationship was headed.
Sonny ran his hands through his hair. Something he did when he was stressed or frustrated. He knew you were right. The relationship between you and Sonny was never defined. All he said is he wanted to see you more.
You sighed. “I’ve known Peter for years,” you replied.
Sonny nodded then put a forefinger to his lips like in thought. “Then you know he’s nothing but a womanizing prick. He’s only with you for one reason.”
“Well, at least I know where I stand with him,” you snipped.
Sonny gave you a resigned look. “I suppose you’re right.”
Peter opened the door. Both you and Sonny turned when he came out of the apartment. He was dressed in casual clothes including a Cubs ball cap.
“I’m going to run to the market and pick up a few things,” Peter informed you. He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll be back soon. Call if you need anything.”
“I will. Thank you,” you answered him. You knew Peter was giving you privacy to talk to Sonny.
Peter locked eyes with Sonny and nodded at him before making his way down the hall.
“We can go inside and talk,” you recommended. “There’s fresh coffee.” You opened the door, ushering him in before you let him answer.
Sonny walked past you making sure not to touch you. He stood in the middle of your kitchen looking around.
“Mugs are in the cabinet,” you informed him, motioning toward the door above the sink.
Sonny pulled a mug from the cabinet and then filled it with coffee. He leaned against the counter and took a measured sip.
“I didn’t like the way we left things yesterday.” Sonny ran his hand through his already messy hair again.“You’re right about Amanda,” Sonny admitted. “But it not like you think.”
You raised a brow.
He held a hand up. “Just let me explain. There was a time that yes, I had feelings for Amanda. I do love her but not in a romantic way. I’ve helped her through both of her pregnancies. I’m close with her girls. And I will always be around for them and for her.”
Sonny supporting Amanda, or other members of the squad was not what was the problem. You couldn’t imagine Sonny not being a loving, caring, supportive person. It was in his nature and you wouldn’t want him any other way. Maybe you were overreacting.
“What changed?” you asked.
Sonny gave you a quizzical look. “What do you mean, what changed?”
“I mean why did your feelings change?” you elaborated.
Sonny shrugged. “People change, things change. Who knows?”
“So, she rejected you?” you ascertained. Looking up from your cup of coffee, you saw the hurt on his face. It made you feel like a heel. “I’m sorry. That’s-”
“No, it’s okay. That’s what happened.” Sonny sat the mug down on the counter.
Both of you were silent for a few awkward seconds. Sonny was the first to speak.
“Well, I’ll go. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry for how I acted and to let you know you were right,” he explained.
“Sonny, the thing with Peter-” you said before Sonny interrupted you.
He gave you a sad smile. “Not my business, remember.” Sonny walked to the door. “And so you know. You were more than a one-night stand.” Sonny left, the door clicking closed behind him.
Sonny’s words took you by surprise.
Peter entered seconds later. He placed several plastic bags on the table and started to unpack them. He then paused and turned to look at you. “I, uh, I’m going to get a hotel room,” he announced.
“No,” you said suddenly. You pushed away from the table. “I don’t want you to go. Please,” you responded, hearing the panic in your voice.
Peter looked down at you, then took your hands and kissed your knuckles. “I don’t want to come between you and Sonny.”
“There isn’t me and Sonny,” you informed him. “There never really was, I already told you that.” There might be a maybe with Sonny you said to yourself. But you got in your own way as usual. “I’m happy you’re here, Peter. Really,” you said reassuringly. And you were happy.
Peter ran a finger down your cheek and smiled. “Good,” he said. Peter visibly relaxed.
You wrapped your arms around Peter and buried your face in his chest.
Peter embraced you tightly and kissed the top of your head. “We’ll make it this time. I know we will.”
You allowed yourself to believe just that.
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#law and order special victims unit#season#best series forever#fy#law and order svu#fyp#couple#amanda rollins#sonny carisi#carisi#Rollins#prime video#netflix#love#vídeo#reels
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SVU Fanfic
Does anyone know the name of a fanfic that was "Sonny Carisi x reader" or "Rafael Barba x reader" depending on which version you chose? The reader and Sonny are together then break up. Later she comes back as a defense attorney and it's there that the choice is made. I remember specifically there was a part where if reader chose right she'd end up at a bar and that would lead toward Barba and if she chose left she'd go toward Sonny (or maybe Barba was left and Sonny was right). I remember if you chose the Sonny route that he'd write her a letter and she'd write him one back, but then ripped it when she saw Sonny with a pregnant Amanda
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Minors DNI 18+
CW: minor voyeurism
A/N: don't forget requests for everything are open so if you'd like to see anything from me feel free to drop it in my ask box :)
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Sequel to (and probably the start of an ongoing series) Dessert First
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Sonny’s avoiding you, there’s no way around it. Ever since he walked in on you and Rafael in his office he’s run away at the mere mention of your name. And you have to admit, he’s gotten very good at excuses, always having one ready when you show up at Rafael’s office. So you do what every self-respecting person would. Corner him.
And as chance would have it, the perfect opportunity just falls into your lap. Sonny’s leaving Rafael’s office as you’re walking up and without thinking you grab his arm, pulling him into a dark meeting room. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor as he tries to make one of his famous excuses, inching towards the door, causing you to step in front of it. “You’re going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me,” you say firmly and cross your arms.
Sonny stutters, “I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, doll- ma-ma’am!” his face turns deep red and your face falls, an inexplicable ache settling in your chest at his correction.
“Did I do something to upset you?” You ask quietly, “Rafa and I think very highly of you, and if I did something then-“
His eyes shoot up to look at you, his hands hesitating in the air as he reaches for you, “N-no of course not!”
“You’ve never called me ma’am before.” You give him a cross look, “Dominick Carisi, don’t tell me there’s nothing going on because there is and I’m not letting you leave until you tell me.”
Sonny’s shoulders slump and he sighs, “Nothin’ gets past you, huh?” When you don’t reply he scrubs his hand across his face, “I-I just didn't know how to face you after… after walking in on you and Barba. I didn't mean to upset you, doll.”
You step closer to him and uncross your arms, reaching out to touch his wrist, “That’s what this is about? That wasn’t your fault, we should have locked the door, neither of us is upset about it.” Sonny jumps like you shocked him and shakes his head, almost tripping over a chair in his attempt to back away from you.
“It’s not that, I…It-it's not you that I’m upset with.” He sighs again, hanging his head, “I’m upset with myself… with–with the way I reacted.”
Your breath leaves you in a rush and you ask, heart pounding, “The way you reacted?”
Sonny sinks into the chair behind him with a sigh, leaning forward to bury his face in his hands, “Y’gotta understand how embarrassing this is, doll. You’re Barba’s partner and I respect that but- but when I saw you… like that, I just- it-” He trails off into a groan.
You press your lips together, thinking for a moment before taking a step towards him, “You know me and Rafael are polyamorous, right?” You ask and his head shoots up making you giggle a little at the absurdity of the situation. “Yeah, it’s something we talked about before we started dating.” You take another step towards him, settling between his splayed legs.
You reach towards Sonny to tuck a stray hair back into place, “Rafael’s been asking me about you, too. I think he could tell I’ve been taking a shine to you.” He gives you a dumbfounded look, gaping at you like a fish. You giggle again and cup his jaw, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, “We were going to talk to you about it but then you started avoiding us before we could.”
Sonny hesitates, his hands hovering beside your thighs for a moment before dropping back into his lap. He swallows hard, leaning back to look up at you, “You’re not kidding?”
You roll your eyes and bend down, kissing him in lieu of answering. He makes a sound in the back of his throat when you pull away, resting your forehead against his, “Does that answer your question?
Sonny lets out a breathy laugh, “Yeah I guess it does.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you again?”
Sonny chokes, eyes flashing up to yours. You keep your eyes on him, waiting for an answer when he suddenly stands up, crowding you back against the table. You gasp at the sudden movement, bringing your hands up to grab his shoulders as he bends down to claim your mouth in a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and you whine into his mouth, arching into him.
Sonny’s breathing heavily when he pulls away, a faint blush settling high on his neck, “That okay?”
You smile and nod, standing on your toes to kiss him again, “More than.” You grow silent, enjoying the warmth radiating from him and the feeling of his lips on yours.
Sonny’s phone ringing brings you back to reality and Sonny staggers back, his face a deep red. “I-I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t mean- that was- that was inappropriate of me.” He rushes, going back to avoiding your gaze as he pulls his phone out, backing up towards the door, “I should- I should go, Liv is calling and-”
“Dominick.”
He freezes and you take the opportunity to close the gap between you, pulling him down by his neck into a kiss, “You’re going to come by my apartment after work and we’re going to really talk about this. Understood?” The tone in your voice left no room for protest and Sonny nods, his heart skipping a beat at your responding smile, “Good, I’ll see you later then.” You leave him with a final kiss, swallowing a giggle as you make your way to Rafael’s office.
You grin when you shut the door, a giggle finally bubbling out of your throat and Rafael snorts, “Got Carisi to talk, huh?” You nod, practically skipping over to him to greet him with a kiss.
“He’s coming to the apartment after work.” You grin, biting your lip as you try to control your excitement.
“About fucking time.”
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You pace the living room of the apartment you share with Rafael, wringing your hands as you wait for Sonny to arrive. Rafael watches exasperated, catching your wrist on your next pass in front of him, “Cariño, please sit down, you’re making me nervous and I wasn’t even planning on fucking the guy.”
You roll your eyes with a sigh but sink down onto the couch beside him, though you couldn’t help it as your leg bounced nervously, “What if I scared him away, Rafael? What if he decided to just avoid me forever.”
He scoffs and pulls you into his side, planting a kiss on the side of your head, “Baby, calm down, I doubt Liv has even let him clock out yet.” You let out another deep sigh and tuck your face against his neck, trying to let his warmth relax you.
Twenty minutes later, the buzzer goes off and you shoot up, almost elbowing Rafael in the groin in your rush to get up. You throw a weak apology behind you as you tug open your door. You buzz Sonny in and bound down the stairs, knocking him off balance with a hug, “You’re here!”
He lets out a laugh and wraps his arms around you, “Of course I am. Sorry I’m late, doll.”
You pull back with a grin and lace your fingers with his, “It’s okay, you’re here now.” You tug him up the stairs back to your apartment. “Look who I found,” You announce as you enter the apartment and Rafael snorts, standing to meet you as you pull Sonny into the living room.
“Good of you to come, Carisi.” He nods and Sonny gives him a nervous smile, almost a grimace as he pulls his hand from yours, putting some distance between you under the gaze of Rafael.
You whip around to give Sonny a sharp look, “You better not be trying to leave.”
He holds his hands up in surrender with a small laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” His heart warms at your smile and he lets you direct him into a seat across from Rafael. You stand between them silently, butterflies filling your stomach as you look at the two men.
Rafael cooly leans back, fixing his eyes on Sonny, “So you want to fuck my partner.” Sonny immediately clams up, a bright red blush growing up his neck and you shoot a warning glare at Rafael.
“I-I don’t- I mean, I do- I mean-” Sonny cuts himself off with a hard swallow, looking down at his lap as he runs his palms over his pants, “M-maybe I should just go.” You turn to Rafael with a harsh frown and he starts laughing.
“Carisi it’s fine. I mean look at them, it’s hard not to want to.” Sonny’s face goes red, glancing between you and the door. You press your lips into a thin line and sit down next to him, lightly touching his arm.
“What Rafael is trying to say, is he’s okay with us being together.” You say gently, sending another glare in Rafael’s direction, “He wants me to be happy. And he wouldn’t tease you like this if he didn’t like you.” Rafael grumbles at the last part but stays quiet as Sonny takes a shaky breath.
Sonny looks at you, eyebrows pinched together with worry, and places his hand over yours “Doll, I-I don’t want to step on any toes here. Y-you’re happy with Barba and-”
“Carisi just shut up and kiss my wife.” Sonny gapes at him and you snort, sliding a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss before he could protest. He makes a shocked noise in the back of his throat but kisses back, tangling his hand in the hair at the nape of your neck.
You smile into the kiss, gently pushing him back so you can swing your leg over his. You settle into his lap and break the kiss with a sharp breath, “Don’t let him intimidate you, he’s just bossy when he’s not the center of attention.” Rafael scoffs with a murmured “No I’m not” and you giggle softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sonny’s mouth. Sonny’s hands hover over your thighs, his breath quickening at your warmth soaking through his pants. You guide his hands under your skirt with a hum, “You can touch me, Dominick.”
A whimper rips from his throat and he grabs handfuls of your thighs, eyes already glazed over with lust when he looks up at you. You nod encouragingly and grind against his lap, leaning into another deep kiss. He moans into your mouth, bucking up into you before he could stop himself.
You hum, hands coming up to undo his tie as you trail soft kisses over his jaw. Sonny’s fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and you rock back into his hands with a moan, “That’s it, baby, just like that.” Sonny wets his lips, head tilting back with a shaky sigh to give you more space as your kisses dip down to his neck.
You delve your hands into his shirt, digging your fingers into his shoulders as you grind against him. “D-doll, I-” He trails off into a moan, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips buck up into you again.
“Don’t tease the man, Cariño.” Rafael’s voice breaks the silence, a hitch in his breath as he palms himself through his pants.
You hum, “Stop backseat fucking if you’re not going to join. I’m trying to ease him into it.” You nudge your nose against Sonny’s ghosting your lips over his, “He needs to tell me what he wants.” Sonny cranes his neck to deepen the kiss, whining softly when you pull out of reach with a murmur, “C’mon baby, be a good boy and tell me what you want.”
“I want… I want to fuck you. Please let me fuck you.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him gently. Sonny’s hands travel up your skirt and squeeze your ass before slipping to the front of your panties, fingers slipping underneath the fabric to press against your clit. Your breath catches, a small whimper falling from your lips as Sonny pushes his tongue into your mouth.
“Turn around, Cariño, I want to watch your face as he fucks you.” Your cunt throbs at his words and you slip off Sonny’s lap, standing long enough to pull your panties down your legs before settling back against his chest. “Lift your skirt, baby. Let me see that pussy.” Rafael watched with hooded eyes as you pulled your skirt up to your hips, squeezing his hard cock through his pants as your pussy comes into view. You’re wet with arousal, thighs sticky with your juices.
You tilt your head back against Sonny’s shoulder as he runs his fingers through your folds and groans at the smooth glide of his fingers through your wetness. “Fuck, doll.” He bites his lip as he sinks his fingers into your core, his other hand coming up to grip your hip and ground himself as he slowly fucks his fingers into you. You whine, grinding your hips down in a silent plea for more.
Your hands reach back, blindly fumbling with Sonny’s belt for a moment before it gives way, allowing you to push your hand into his pants. He gasps at the first touch to his cock, fingers stilling inside you as you start stroking him, ignoring the strain in your wrist from the position as you spread his precum down his shaft.
At Rafael’s groan, you look back at him, whining as you watch him slowly stroking his cock. He smirks at you, squeezing the base of his cock with a satisfied sigh, “Go on, Cariño, ride Carisi’s cock. Be good for me.”
You nod and rise on shaky knees to align Sonny’s cock with your entrance, leaning back to connect your lips in a deep kiss as he slowly sinks into you. Sonny whines into your mouth, gripping your hips tightly as you bottom out. He holds you against his lap and his forehead falls forward onto your shoulder, “Fuck! Fuck, doll, y’gotta give me a second or I’ll blow my load too fast.”
You giggle breathlessly, closing your eyes as you swivel your hips experimentally. A grin forms on your face as Sonny lets out a loud groan, slamming his hips up into you. You let Sonny choose the pace, body pliant under his hands as he starts guiding your hips to grind against him.
You bring your hand up to cup the back of Sonny’s neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, moaning into it as his cock hits a spot deep inside you. He’s whimpering, thrusting his hips desperately into you, driven half-crazy by your tight wet heat surrounding his cock. You feel fingers on your clit and you cry out, bleary-eyed as you look to see Rafael over you, pressing harsh circles against your core.
“You gonna cum for us, Cariño? Gonna be a little slut and cum on Carisi’s cock in front of me?” His voice has a mocking edge to it as he presses his fingers against your clit harder, your body tensing as it pushes you closer to the edge.
You whine, tilting your head up with a pout, “R-Rafa, don’t be mea-” You’re cut off by a ragged moan, thighs clenching around Sonny’s legs as Rafael rips an orgasm out of you. You shudder, pressing your face into Rafael’s stomach as tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of hands on you.
Sonny chokes “d-doll, ‘m gonna--” his hips stuttering as you tighten around him, pulling him over the edge with you.
Rafael tips your head up and hums when you look at him with a hazy gaze, returning his hand to his neglected cock. He strokes himself quickly, breath coming out in short pants as he takes in your wrecked look. “You look so good getting fucked, Cariño. All desperate and whiny once you get a cock in you, huh?” You let out a whine with a pout and he laughs breathlessly, pressing his thumb into your mouth, “Just proved my point, baby.” He forces your mouth open and his laugh morphs into a low groan as he cums, covering your mouth and tongue with his release.
You swallow and slump back against Sonny, a satisfied grin stretching across your face when he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you tighter against his chest, “You’ll never be able to get rid of me now, Dominick.”
“Who said I wanted to?” He hums, tucking his face into your neck as his cock twitches inside you. Your eyes slip shut and you sink further into Sonny’s embrace, basking in the warm afterglow.
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Sonny Carisi: Second Chances, Part Four
WC: 6725
TW: Idiots in love; smut (PiV, protected); 18+ only.
AN: This is part of a mini-series. The rest can be found here.
You didn’t sleep with Sonny that night. You definitely wanted to, but something made you slow down. Maybe it was his admission that he didn’t feel like he deserved to be happy. Maybe it was how he see-sawed between eagerness and hesitation. He seemed to want to be with you, and he seemed to expect you to hurt him. You wanted to make sure that when you finally slept together, he knew it was because you wanted him – not because he was some convenient rebound.
So instead of sleeping with him that night, you cuddled up against him on your couch and just talked. And you got to the bottom of some of Sonny’s hesitation – he had a lengthy history of terrible first dates.
Once he got started talking, it was hard to stop him. There was a date in the eighth grade at an arcade where the girl he came with left with another boy. There was a Yankee game in high school where the girl ghosted him after the fourth inning. There was the date in college when Sonny, trying to act like a grown-up, took a girl to a jazz club. The date was going well, he told you, until the woman let slip that she only was on a date with him to make her real boyfriend jealous.
“And then I screwed up our first date,” he said. He sounded so sad that you couldn’t help but press a kiss to his mouth before you pulled away.
“You didn’t screw it up,” you admonished him. “Besides, you ended up with a second date, so that doesn’t seem like a failure to me.”
He turned and gave you a look that reminded you of a dog in an animal shelter commercial, giant blue eyes and a pout. “But will I get a third date?”
You laughed at him. “Definitely.”
You sent him home shortly thereafter (with the leftover lasagna, after he tap-danced around asking for an extra piece to take home), and then you sat up for a while, thinking. Sonny was so selfless and sweet, and he seemed to never have much nice done for him in return. You decided to plan the third date that you promised him.
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All you had told Sonny was to dress casually. “Not date-casual,” you told him. “I’m talking jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers.” He started to protest, but you cut him off. “If you aren’t dressed like a boy in middle school, I’m going to call your grandmother and tell her that you were seducing me with breakfast strudels instead of cannoli.”
On Friday night, Sonny found himself waiting in his apartment, dressed in the nicest jeans he had, the cleanest sneakers he had, and a plain t-shirt that he hoped made him look like an adult instead of like a boy. He had to do his hair twice – his usual gel-and-style did not match his attire at all, so he rinsed out all the product and left it more natural.
There was a knock on his door promptly at seven, and he opened the door to you. You were in jeans and canvas sneakers too, and a Backstreet Boys tour t-shirt. Your face was bare of makeup (that he could see), and your hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. You looked almost criminally young, especially when paired with the toothy grin you had plastered across your face.
“C’mon,” you said. You grabbed his hand and tugged him into the hallway towards the stairs. “Our ride is waiting.”
But instead of a taxi standing on the curb, there was a beat-to-hell minivan with a bemused looking older woman in the driver’s seat. You climbed into the middle seat, though, so Sonny followed suit, even though he was completely baffled.
You were silent for the ride, so Sonny held his tongue, and in short order you were dropped at a corner in the Lower East Side. The driver leaned across the passenger’s seat to call out to you, “I’ll pick you up here at eleven,” before she drove off.
“Doll, I have no idea what’s going on,” Sonny said.
You smiled and took his hand again. You tugged him down the street towards some unknown destination. “It’s a re-do,” you explained. “Your first date with a girl in the eighth grade at the arcade.”
Sonny faltered in his steps, and you stopped beside him. “What do you mean?” he asked.
You bit your lip and thought for a moment. “Well, you brought me breakfast every day and let me believe it was Nick,” you explained. “You were giving me happy memories. I thought maybe I could do the same thing. You had bad first dates, so I thought we could re-do them. I wanted to give you a happy memory.”
Sonny felt an unexpected sting of tears in his eyes that he covered up by looking down the street. He cleared his throat. “So eighth grade…”
“Eighth grade,” you agreed. You gestured down your front. “Hence the Backstreet Boys. And our driver was my neighbor. She has a mini-van, and I paid her fifty bucks to drop us off and pick us up.” You grinned at him. “Because we are thirteen and don’t have driver’s licenses.”
The tears threatened again, and Sonny didn’t bother to hide them. He thought back to his first date, and it felt both a million years ago and just yesterday. He remembered being so excited to go out with a girl – Leah – and he remembered feeling so adult to plan out an evening together.
He also remembered the humiliation when Leah left with another classmate, and the mortification when his mother picked him up later, alone.
“Doll, this is too much,” he protested weakly, but you shook your head at him.
“It’s exactly what you deserve.” You started walking, pulling on his hand, and he followed. “Cheap pizza and video games,” you added with a laugh.
Dinner was cheap pizza at a little pizzeria. You both used a ton of napkins to mop up the grease that pooled on the slices, and you skipped the special on a PBR pitcher and stuck with soft drinks (“because we’re underaged” you whispered to Sonny). Getting into the spirit of it, Sonny ordered a Mountain Dew, remembering how he was fueled by it back in middle school.
After that, you walked him across the street to a retro arcade where you paid for two all-access passes that got you unlimited plays. Sonny immediately made a beeline to Street Fighter II, and you watched him bemusedly until you found a console of Burger Time in the corner that you camped out at for a while.
Then the two of you played Gauntlet together, you shoving him lightly when he accidentally shot your with arrows. The night flew by, and before he knew it, you were glancing at your watch and telling him that “your mom” would be on her way. You both left the arcade and started walking towards the pickup point.
“Did you have fun?” you asked him, and Sonny could only throw an arm around your waist and try to tug you to him for a kiss. Which you dodged in mock-horror.
“Whoa,” you said, taking a dancing step away from him. “Were you that forward when you were thirteen, Sonny?”
He laughed at this. “Seriously?”
You batted your eyes at him. “I have a crush on Keanu Reeves, and I’m probably going to marry him when I’m older, but if you ask nice, I’ll let you kiss me.”
“Please may I kiss you?” Sonny said immediately, and you pretended to think about it before nodding.
He stepped up to you and put his hands on your shoulders, then dipped his head and captured your mouth with his. He could feel your lips curving into a smile against his mouth, so he pulled away.
“What?” he asked, but you shook your head sadly.
“Sonny, I was thirteen once, and I kissed a thirteen year old boy once. It did not go like that at all.”
Sonny pulled you back to him, dipped his head again, and as soon as his lips touched yours, he plunged his tongue straight into your mouth with zero finesse and skill. You pulled away, laughing so hard that Sonny couldn’t help but chuckle too.
“You taste like Mountain Dew,” you said between peals of laughter. “But that felt about right.”
Your neighbor picked you both up a minute later, and when the mini-van stopped at Sonny’s place, you stayed in the vehicle.
“I’d come up with you,” you said apologetically. “But I have an algebra test tomorrow.”
He could only wave goodbye as the automatic door slid shut, but when he went into his building, he took the steps to the second floor two at a time with a lightness in his steps.
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You planned the next date too, and Sonny found himself at Yankee Stadium on a Saturday afternoon as they faced off against the Orioles. You looked like the girl next door again, in short jean shorts and those canvas sneakers. Your t-shirt looked like a Yankees shirt, but when he looked closer, it just said “Local Sports Team” on it, making him smile.
You took the B train to the stadium and settled into a pair of nosebleed seats. You shrugged at Sonny and explained that you didn’t have a lot of money to spend from your baby-sitting job, but you had enough for a few hot dogs and sodas.
Sonny placed an arm over the back of your seat, and you obviously felt that was high-school appropriate because you didn’t fight him on it. It was hot and humid, but a nice breeze came through often enough to keep it from being miserable. And Sonny thought he’d go through any weather to spend time with you.
No woman had ever been so thoughtful with him, and it made him feel pleasantly pleased at the attention. It made him feel seen.
At the start of the fourth inning though, you stood up and left your seat, promising to come back, but you were gone the entire inning, and Sonny remembered the original date. Another humiliation, another moment where he felt like he wasn’t enough. He started to wallow, but you reappeared just then. You had a giant soft pretzel, almost as big as your head.
“Sorry I was gone so long. The line was insane,” you said. “Want to split this?”
After the game, you took the subway and then walked back to your place, and Sonny tried to think about what he would have done in high school. Raised Catholic, he probably wouldn’t have had sex even if the option had been there – he was still too guilty and felt like a disapproving god was watching him from above. Hell, he couldn’t even masturbate back then (or now, really), without feeling a flush of shame wash over him.
The two of you ended up on your couch, doing what his childhood priest would sternly call “heavy petting.” You were stretched out underneath him, one of your legs hanging off the edge of the couch, while you made out feverishly. Sonny’s hands roamed over your form, but he had to keep it over your clothes because you smacked him every time he tried to sneak his fingers under a hem. You kept your own hands on his biceps or shoulders, letting them drift between the two locations on his sweat-dampened t-shirt.
He felt like a teenager again, and he rolled his hips against you in a languid motion to relieve some of the tension below the belt. You seemed to enjoy it too, judging from the soft moans that you let slip every so often. Sonny chuckled against you. You pulled back a bit.
“What’s so funny?” you asked, and he laughed again.
“I just never thought that I’d be dry humping a girl at my age,” he replied.
You made a face. “I hate that term,” you informed him. “It sounds like something a dog would do to a couch cushion. Call it ‘outercourse,’ please.”
“I never thought I’d be outercoursing a girl at my age,” he amended, and then he leaned back down to kiss you more, sliding his tongue into your mouth.
You shifted underneath him just a bit, and when Sonny felt that nearly unbearable tension again and resumed rolling his hips against you, you moaned louder. You were perfectly placed under him, and if you were both naked, he’d be inside you – the thought alone made him feel dizzy. He knew that you were holding off sleeping with him for some reason or another. He didn’t press the issue, and you didn’t elaborate your reason to him. He worried that you were still hung up on Nick, but if that were the case, why were you going to such effort for him?
But he realized with a start that you were starting to press back against his gentle thrusts, and even with the layers of clothing between you, he might be able to make you come just from the pressure and friction alone. The thought made him even harder, which he didn’t think was possible, so he rolled his hips harder and plunged his tongue into your mouth in time with his thrusts.
You turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss. “Sonny,” you whined, and he wasn’t sure if you were telling him to stop or to keep going.
“Is this okay?” he asked against your neck. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, darting his tongue out to taste the salt of your sweat.
“Sonny,” you repeated. One of your hands drifted from his shoulder across to his back, fisting his damp t-shirt in your fist. “Would you have done this in high school?” you asked as you panted underneath him.
“With you? Absolutely,” he replied. He moved against you again, drawing another moan from you. “Though I definitely wouldn’t have understood a girl having an orgasm when I was sixteen.”
You huffed out a breathless sort of laugh. “We should stop then,” you said with a groan. “Keep it authentic.”
Sonny kissed your neck again, sucking against your soft skin. “We should keep going instead,” he murmured against you. “Authentic would have been you dumping me at the game.” He pulled back and looked down at you. Your face was flushed from a day in the sun and from desire, and your lips were swollen from kissing. You looked gorgeous, and Sonny felt that too-familiar twist of love in his chest.
You surged up and kissed him gently on his cheek, then laid a hand over the side of his face too. “I didn’t have an orgasm until college, Sonny,” you said with a smile. “I didn’t even know what ‘orgasm’ meant in high school.”
“I did,” he replied with a grin, and you laughed underneath him.
“And I thought you were the good Catholic boy,” you teased. You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently off of you until you were both sitting side by side, Sonny surreptitiously trying to hide his obvious erection.
“Well, I felt guilty about it, doll. Nothing more Catholic than that.”
Sonny only stayed long enough to calm down, and then he ordered a car and left, but not before setting a date for your next get-together.
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Now that Sonny was onto the game you were playing with your dates, he just went ahead and told you the name of the jazz club that he went to in college in a vain attempt to impress his date. He picked you up at your apartment, and you looked like a vision in a dark blue wrap dress and heels. Your hair was down, but there was a silk flower tucked behind one ear.
The jazz club was pretty much the same, just a bit more dingy than he remembered. You each ordered old-timey cocktails and sat beside each other in a dim corner. Sonny laid his arm around your shoulders, and you cuddled up against him and placed a soft hand on his thigh.
The jazz was awful, or at least, Sonny didn’t understand it as a musical genre. There was no discernable melody that he could follow, and it sounded like when Bella was young and started piano lessons and would just bang the keys at random. You felt the same way because two drinks in, you leaned against him and whispered in his ear.
“Want to get out of here?”
“You sure, doll?” he asked.
You nodded and winced as the flautist hit a particularly piercing high note. “This music could qualify as torture under the Geneva Convention, I think.”
You both ended up at his place, making out in a way that felt familiar now. When Sonny tried to progress to another plane, however, you still smacked his hands away lightly. And when he whined, needy, against you mouth, you grinned at him.
“It’s college, Sonny. I didn’t have sex until after college.”
Sonny was incredulous. “Seriously?”
You nodded. “I was terrified of sex, honestly. I always wanted to, but I’d get cold feet at the last minute because I envisioned getting pregnant or some exotic STD.” You shook your head. “Our college’s health clinic usually assumed that whatever was ailing you was an STD. I remember having strep throat once and getting a pamphlet about gonorrhea.”
Sonny wanted to ask about your first time: when and where and, most importantly, which man convinced you that he was a safe bet when other men hadn’t been. He was already jealous of this unknown guy, and he worried that it had been Nick. It couldn’t have been, though. Or could it?
You didn’t sense his roiling emotions though, and instead you just curled up against him and nodded off after a while. You’d both had a few long weeks at SVU with mandatory overtime due to being understaffed, and Sonny felt his own eyes growing heavy.
“Doll, do you want to stay the night?” he asked softly, and you stirred against him. “We don’t have to do anything other than sleep.”
You sat up. Your face was creased from being pressed against his shirt, and Sonny couldn’t resist reaching out to run his finger down it.
“Would that be okay?” you asked. “Or would it be too tempting?”
He pulled you against him and kissed your temple, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. “You’re too tempting just walking around the bullpen in your work outfits,” he murmured. “But I’ll behave.”
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You were in the bullpen early a few morning after your jazz club date. Fin and Rollins were off duty, and Liv was at 1PP for some bureaucratic meeting. Sonny arrived about ten minutes after you, and he placed a coffee and pastry on your desk in front of you with a wink.
Dating Nick, if you could have even called it that, had felt like work a lot of the time. The guys you dated before him were much the same: tons of effort to read and manage their moods, constantly waiting and then rushing depending on what they needed. Waiting around for them to need you, rushing to get there when they did. You realized sadly that you probably had never had a healthy relationship before.
Nothing about dating Sonny felt like a chore, not even planning those dates. And if they had felt like work, it would have been worth it to see his face light up. You wondered if Sonny had ever been in a healthy relationship before.
You hoped against hope that maybe you could be that for each other.
You sipped your coffee and tried not to wolf down the cherry strudel that was still so warm that the icing had been absorbed into the flaky pastry. After you were done (and after you licked your fingers on the sly), you made your way over to Sonny’s desk and sat on the edge.
“Detective Carisi,” you said formally. “Any plans this weekend?”
He leaned back in his chair and grinned at you, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling. “Maybe,” he said. “I’m kinda seeing this girl.”
“Ah.” You nodded knowingly. “Sonny mentioned that you were dating someone. How’s it going?”
He played along, but his eyes were soft. “It’s going really well,” he admitted, his voice a bit lower. “How’s it going with Sonny?”
“Also really well.”
“Look at the two of us, doing really well.”
You smiled at him for a moment, enjoying the playful conversation. “I was thinking. If you’re free on Friday, would you like to re-do our first date? Meet you at the same place, bring me another flower…”
Sonny knitted his eyebrows together. “Seriously?”
You nodded. “You’ve said at least twice that you screwed up that date, and even if I don’t agree with your definition of ‘screw up,’ I’m happy to do a do-over. You wear the same outfit, I’ll wear the same dress.” You turned and looked around the bullpen to make sure it was still empty except for the two of you. “But maybe I’ll wear something different underneath,” you murmured and raised what you hoped was a suggestive eyebrow.
Sonny groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Doll, I can’t handle anymore cold showers,” he said. “You can’t say stuff like that to me at work.”
You stood up straight and shook a finger at him in pretend remonstration, but you loved how flushed he got at the merest hint of dirty talk. “Pull yourself together, detective. And meet me on Friday, same time and same place.”
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True to your word, you wore the same fit-and-flare dress, dressing it down with the same white Keds. And underneath, a set of lingerie that walked the slender line between sweet and sexy, in rosy pink. You’d never admit it to Sonny because it would only embarrass him, but it matched the color he turned when he blushed.
True to his word, he turned up in the same clothes, and you each ordered the same dishes and recreated to the best of your memories your conversation. After you ate, Sonny led you outside, placing the same gentle hand on the middle of your back to lead you out. And he asked if you wanted gelato.
Since you were fixing mistakes in Sonny’s dating past, you placed your gelato order and waited. When he started to order pistachio, you placed a silencing hand on his arm and tried to stop him.
“Pistachio?” you asked in a teasing lilt. “Who orders that flavor other than old people?”
“I like it,” he replied only a little defensive.
“Sonny, I love you, but pistachio?” you asked again. “Seriously? There’s so many better options…” You gestured at the menu board with its myriad of choices.
He made a strange face at you, and you worried that your teasing had hit a sore spot, but he turned after a beat and ordered mango instead. The two of you went to the same park and sat on the swings while you ate in companionable silence, and instead of asking about Nick, Sonny just ate his gelato thoughtfully and didn’t say a word.
When you were both finished, he gave you the same line about walking him home, and you threaded your arm through his and walked the few blocks to his place. When you saw the bakery, you simply said that their pastries were amazing and thanked him again for bringing them to you nearly every morning.
And instead of asking him to drive you home, you asked him to take you to his home. And he did.
Once you were inside his apartment, he suddenly seemed nervous, fidgeting with his keys before he sat them down on a small table in his entryway. Then he ran his hands through his hair, over and over in a motion that looked nearly obsessive.
You reached out and took his hands in yours, stilling them. “Hey,” you said softly. “We don’t have to do anything.”
He gazed at you with his bright blue eyes before responding. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
He coughed a bit and his ears turned pink, and you smirked a bit to see it. “What you said at the gelato shop,” he clarified. “Did you mean it?”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Well, pistachio was my grandpa’s favorite flavor…”
He cut you off with an impatient grumble in his throat. “No, the other thing you said.”
You thought back, trying to remember what you’d said. Then it hit you. “I said I love you.” You looked at him, saw the hope and the dread written plainly across his face in equal measure. “Oh, Sonny…”
“It’s okay if you don’t mean it,” he rushed in. “I mean…”
You rocked up onto your sneakered toes and kissed him, cutting off his words. When you pulled away, you smiled up at him. “I think I’ll just have to be prepared to kiss you every time I think you’re about to say something you’ll regret.” Then the smile slipped off your face and you turned serious.
You reached up with both hands and placed them on either side of his face so that he couldn’t turn away from you. “Sonny, I do love you. You’re a very easy person to love, though.” He scoffed at you, so you kissed him again, relishing the feel of his soft lips against yours.
You could have listed out all the reasons you loved him. You could have added more, but Sonny kissed you back, more urgently. It was one of the most difficult things you’d ever done – delaying intimacy with Sonny – but you wanted to make sure he was absolutely certain that he wasn’t a rebound. You broke the kiss to tell him as much.
“I want you to know that I want you for you,” you said seriously. Your hands, still on his face, shifted to the back of his head until they were tangled in his hair. “You are not just a convenient hook-up.”
“I know, doll,” he whispered back, but you still saw a shadow of doubt in his blue eyes, and you sighed.
“You don’t believe me,” you said as a statement of fact, and Sonny shook his head but you knew you were right. “I’ll have to show you then.”
You took his hand and led him to the back of his apartment until you found his bedroom. You pulled him into the room and shut the door behind him. You took his hand, still clasped in yours, and raised it to your mouth. You pressed a chaste kiss to the back of his hand, and then told him, “I love your hands, Sonny. I love the way they feel when they’re touching me.”
He narrowed his eyes at you like he was trying to figure out if you were teasing him, so you continued. You helped him remove his blazer. You reached up with slightly shaking fingers and unbuttoned his checked shirt, then pushed it off of his shoulders too. Then you untucked the hem of his undershirt, glancing up in permission and noting his slight nod. He helped you pull it over his head, and it tousled his hair even more.
“I love your heart, Sonny.” You pressed your palm over where his heart was thudding, strong and steady. “I love how much care and concern you have for the victims you work with, and I love how kind and thoughtful you are.”
You looked up and saw him blushing deeply, but he looked oddly pleased at the praise. You always guessed he had a praise-kink, and it looked like you were right.
You drew you hand over his chest, brushing against his nipples. He drew a hitching breath as you did. “I’m only so-so on your nipples,” you joked. “Average, at best.”
He let out a surprised peal of laughter, and you giggled with him. You pushed him gently towards his bed until he sat down. You pulled off his shoes and socks and examined his feet. “Feet are nice,” you told him with a grin. “I could love these.”
“They’re pretty good on the dance floor,” he replied, and you crawled on top of him until you were straddling him. His hands hesitated, then came to rest lightly on your hips.
“You going to take me dancing, Sonny?” He nodded eagerly, and you shook your head. “Make sure it’s to music with a beat. No free-form jazz.”
He laughed again. You sat up on him, holding yourself up a bit so that you were lightly settled over the bulge growing underneath you. You reached down with a hand and ghosted it over his face, drifting from feature to feature.
“I love your eyes – how blue they are and how I can read your emotions in them.” He closed his eyes as you drifted a finger over his lids, gentle as a night breeze.
“I love your cheeks and ears, and how flushed you get when you’re embarrassed or happy.” He opened his eyes again as you touched his sharp cheekbones and then tugged on the lobe of one of his ears.
“I do not,” he said, defensive.
“No?” You leaned forward a bit, bringing your face closer to his so that you could stare into his eyes. “So if I told you that I want you to fuck me senseless, nothing would happen?”
Three things happened: you felt Sonny harden even further against you, and you heard him groan as his face turned bright red. You dipped your head and kissed him gently, working your lips against him and enjoying the groans you were drawing from him.
You broke away. “I love your mouth, by the way. I love how it gets you in trouble and how it gets you out of trouble.”
“Do you prefer any particular way it gets me out of trouble?” he said, and his accent was notably thicker. You ran a finger over his pink lower lip.
“I’d love for you to surprise me, Dominick,” and you noted how his blue eyes darkened at your use of his first name.
You ran your hands through his hair, mussing it even further. “I love your hair, too. But more than that, I love what’s underneath it. I love how smart you are, how funny.”
You ground yourself on him lightly the whole while, and he bucked his hips involuntarily against you. “Anything else?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Hmm,” you pretended to think. You hoisted yourself off of him, and you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He looked down at you through hooded lids, and you noted the hitched quality of his breathing. He raised his hips up enough for you to pull off his jeans, leaving him in only his tented boxer briefs.
“You need to catch up, doll,” he said in a strangled voice, so you kicked off your Keds and pulled your dress over your head, revealing the lingerie you’d bought for Sonny.
It had its intended effect. Sonny sat up and reached for you, placing his hands on your hips before sliding them around to cup your ass. He pulled you closer to him and buried his face against your bare stomach. You could feel his pillowy lips pressed to you, his hot breath…you drew your hand through the hair on the back of his head and tugged him away until his blue eyes were gazing up at you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and coming from his mouth, it was the first time you believed it. You let him pull you into his lap, straddling him again, and he moved his mouth to the mounds of your breasts, pushed up to obscene heights by the pink lace and wire of your bra.
You scratched his scalp and pulled his hair lightly as he kissed your breasts: pressing gentle kisses along the exposed skin at the top, then kissing harder through the lace until he was sucking against first one nipple, then the other. The wet lace and the pressure from his mouth made them grow hard, and he bit them lightly, pressing the edges of his teeth against them until you moaned at the faint sting of pain. Then he soothed them with his mouth again until you moaned louder.
“Sonny,” you said. “I had a whole thing worked out, and you’re distracting me…” You bit off the last sentence with a groan as he reached up with one hand to pull the cup of your bra down. He moved his head lightning fast, and his warm mouth was on you again. His tongue worked against your nipple, and your hips ground against him.
“I thought you liked my mouth,” he mumbled, and the vibration from his words sent another shard of desire straight to your core.
“I love your mouth,” you replied. “There’s just other parts of you I still haven’t met yet.” You rolled your hips against him so that he was crystal-clear on your meaning, and he responded by swiveling you around on the bed. You scooted up until your head rested on a pillow, and he stretched himself alongside you.
He kissed your urgently, and his lips worked against your mouth until your lips were parted. He slid his tongue into you, licking against your mouth, and you pressed your own tongue against him. His hands roamed your body without clear meaning, cupping your breasts and thumbing your nipples before they stuttered their way down to your panties. He cupped your mound there and groaned when he felt how wet you were through the fabric.
He rubbed you through the lace, his finger slipping along your slit. “What’s this, doll?” he whispered.
“It’s all for you, Dominick,” you panted against him. Hearing his name spurred him on, and he toyed with the hem of your panties before slipping a finger underneath to resume his stroking.
You’d waited so long for him, and you were afraid you weren’t going to last very long. You could already feel an orgasm approaching.
“Please, Sonny,” you begged him. You should hate how whiny you sounded, but you were beyond care at this point. All you could focus on was Sonny – his swollen pink lips, his mussed hair, his fingers dipping into you and teasing you.
He obliged by pulling his hand away altogether, and he sat up and removed his boxer briefs. He reached into his bedside table and found a condom. You unhooked your bra and slid out of your panties while he tore open the foil and rolled the condom on himself, and you felt your mouth go dry when he turned back to you.
His blue eyes were dark with desire, and he crawled over you and lowered his weight onto you, pressing you into his mattress. He leaned down and kissed you again, full of passion, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he swallowed your moans. His cock was a heavy weight pressed against your hip, and you opened your legs to him. He broke the kiss at this and gazed down at you.
“You sure, doll? You sure you want to do this?”
You reached up and stroked his flushed face. “I’m sure I want you, Sonny. I love you.”
He groaned at this and reached down to line himself up with your entrance. “Say it again,” he pleaded, so you told him, over and over as he slid himself into you slowly. Once he was buried to the hilt, he shuddered, but then he kissed you firmly and replied, “I love you too.”
He set a languid pace, unhurried as he pulled out partway and paused before sliding back into your slippery depths. He kissed you as he fucked you gently, and you whimpered at the sensation of being filled by him in both your core and your mouth. He only broke away to catch his breath and pause in his thrusts, and you knew he was trying to make it last for both of you.
You were less patient. You’d been running in a state of perpetual horniness from all of your dates with him, and the pleasant tension in your belly was almost unbearable. You drew one leg up and wrapped it around his waist, changing the angle just a bit. Sonny didn’t get the hint – or ignored it – and continued his unhurried thrusts.
“Sonny…” you whined against his mouth. “Please.”
He huffed against you. “I don’t want this to end,” he breathed.
You laughed, a bit breathless. “Sonny, when it ends, we can always go again.”
He pretended to think about it. “Sold,” he said. He picked up the pace a bit then, thrusting into you with more force. You could feel him dragging along your entrance, delivering a delicious bit of friction to your swollen nub.
“Just like that,” you exhaled into his ear. “You feel so good, Dominick.”
He groaned at the praise and went a bit faster and harder, and you spurred him on with your words and your moans, and before you knew it, the tension in your belly snapped in an explosion of white stars behind your eyelids, and you raised off the bed to arch against him.
“Fuck, Sonny,” you wailed, and his thrusts grew irregular and hard as he chased his own orgasm and fucked you through yours. Your legs trembled underneath him, and you felt your core clenching him as waves of pleasure crashed through you. He shouted your name and came too, shuddering against you before he collapsed on top of you. He buried his head against your neck, and you felt his panting breath start to steady after a time.
He raised his head to kiss you gently, then he gazed into your eyes. “I love you,” he said solemnly, so you repeated it back to him just as serious.
Sonny pulled out then, and he disappeared for a moment to clean up and dispose of the condom. When he returned, you had already turned down the bed and was tucked into his cool sheets. He slid in beside you, and you laid your head on his chest and listened to his solid heart beating underneath you.
“You ready to go again?” you asked playfully, and he chuckled underneath you.
“It might take me a minute. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
You propped yourself up on an arm and peered down at him. “You mean to tell me that the man who drank Mountain Dew and played Rampage on one of our dates is an old man?”
“I didn’t say I was old,” he scoffed. “I just said I wasn’t young.”
“Middle aged then.”
“No….”
“Due for a midlife crisis,” you cut off.
“No, I…”
“Gonna buy a pony car, find a secretary to seduce…”
He responded with a growl, flipping you onto your back and kissing you to silence you. He worked his mouth against you until you were breathless, and you felt him hardening against your hip. He broke away and you smirked up at him.
“That didn’t take long,” you noted.
“You have that effect on me,” he replied, but he smiled down at you with a strange expression on his face, and he pushed an errant strand of hair out of your face. “You do know I love you though, right? I’m not just in this for the, uh, physical stuff.”
“The sex?” You smiled to see him blush; he would probably always be an altar boy at heart. “I know that, Sonny.” You reached down and stroked him, savoring the feel of him stiffening in your hand. “And I love you too.”
You pushed him onto his back and then crawled on top of him until you were straddling him. “Let me show you how much I love you.” And you did, that night – and every night after. Not always physically, but you always made sure you told him – and showed him – how much you loved him. And he did the same for you.
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[Not] Guilty Part 2
Part 1
A few people expressed interest in this becoming a series. I had a storyline for it when I made the first ‘chapter’. I do warn you guys though I will probably be slow to post. I have a hard time when I feel like I have to write the next chapter of something. Not to mention I am currently packing (and procrastinating packing by writing) to move from Michigan to Tennessee for my new post-grad job!
This is not a spoiler because I hinted heavily (told you really) at it at the end of the first chapter, but I did want to warn everyone- this has the ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY TROPE. For those of you who do not like those stories, you have been warned. The case is mentioned in this story but is not its main focus, but what will become of the reader and Sonny’s relationship. (I may change the name because it implies otherwise.)
Warnings- mentions of sex abuse, physical abuse, prison violence, suicide and accidental pregnancy trope (just in case you missed it ^)
Thank you for reading that really long author's note <3
The breakup should be harder on you. It was the longest relationship you had been in. The nervousness you had felt when you had crept up to the six-month marker and the kiss of death to every relationship you had ever had. It had come in like a lion, with you causing fights waiting for the inevitable, and out like a lamb when Sonny realized what the problem was. He had maturely communicated that he had no intent in letting you go. It had been smooth sailing for the most part after that. The relief you had felt when it all just seemed to work out. You guys were just a few weeks away from the year mark.
The end was as abrupt as your cousin Randy’s arrest. The betrayal of Sonny going after him without any regard to you. Then the attempted railroading from him to you of Randy’s guilt. The whole thing had left you cold and numb.
You knew Dominick Carisi was a good lawyer and now he could be the one to put Randy away for life. On a charge you were sure he didn’t commit. You hadn’t seen him much since the day you refused to let him into your apartment. You only saw him during court proceedings or meetings with him and Randy’s defense lawyer. Not that he hadn’t tried. He had called, texted, and stopped by your apartment frequently during the first few weeks. You were sure he thought that you were just overacting and that you would come to see the light of your cousin’s misdoings. Process and then accept what was going on. The only difference was you knew deep in your soul that your cousin wasn’t guilty. You wouldn't let anyone railroad you into thinking anything differently.
Not even a man you loved.
You had been actively avoiding him and any emotion that he provoked. You tried to ignore that you were a hot mess. The stress and emotional strain caused constant fatigue and churning in your stomach which had a tendency to make you sick. You had been trying to take care of everything for the case and still work overtime to continue paying your bills and for Randy’s pricy lawyer. You had even tried to get the money to bail Randy out, but Sonny had asked for an outrageous bond that even combined your working-class family couldn’t afford. You had tried to make up for it by putting money in his commissary and visiting once a week. Randy assured you he was okay, but it didn’t help make you feel better. Especially, when you saw the black eye and cut lip on your last visit.
Today was court and it was Randy’s turn to testify. You sat there in support of him and tried not to wince or shift uncomfortably as years of family secrets were let loose in open court. It was to help show Randy’s character the lawyer had explained. It was smart but you didn’t have to like listening to it.
Randy testified to his mental health issues. His bipolar that left him manic and on top of the world one day and then so depressed he couldn’t get out of bed the next. He went on to talk about the sexual and physical abuse he had received at the hands of his own father. How he had used substance to numb himself. He was in tears when he talked about how he could never hurt someone like he had been hurt. He would rather put a bullet in his head.
He had tried to skirt around the question about his uncle. But when he was pressed, he talked about how he had witnessed the brutal murder of his father at his uncle's hands when he had found out and then watched his uncle be arrested and put in prison. How he had been put on multiple 72-hour psych holds in the years following. Listening to it all was hard and made you want to curl up in a corner and sob. It was heartbreaking to listen to. Randy looked and sounded believable- like a victim himself who deserved empathy.
Sonny turned in his seat to look at you. You were only able to maintain eye contact for only a few seconds. It had been long enough to see the understanding in his eyes. The almost audible clicking of all the puzzle pieces of your life that you dodged around or refused to talk about when you were together were finally coming together for him. You could also see the frustration at you not being honest with him and him being blindsided in open court.
When recess was called until Monday you had to keep yourself from running out of the courthouse and instead force yourself to walk at a normal pace. You couldn’t face any of the SVU detectives that you were once close to. You hear your name called and your body freezes without your permission. A Staten Island accent thickened with emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You can’t even turn back to look at him. You feel exhausted as you say. “You didn’t want to listen.”
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You return to court four days later, and there is something strange brewing in the courtroom. You can feel it in the air. You can see it. There is no jury and the courtroom is empty. The rest happens in a blur. ADA Dominick Carisi stands up and tells the judge they had found further evidence over the weekend and they wanted to drop all charges, except for possession. They offered a deal on time served. You felt the tears rush down your face in disbelief.
You find yourself in the hallway and a hand touches your shoulder from behind. You turn around to see Olivia Benson. “For what it is worth, I’m sorry.” Her face is sincere but all you could hear in your mind was the echoing of her words to you of his guilt and how it was normal to be in denial. It could take a while for your mind to be able to comprehend that someone you know, and love is capable of such malicious intent. “For all the trouble and for all this has cost you.” Even in your haze, you knew she wasn’t talking about the money you had put into Randy’s defense. “With his DNA in her apartment and on that blunt we really thought-”
“Sharing weed with a woman doesn’t mean you're going to rape and kill her.” Your words are bitter and distant even to your own ears.
“Of course not,” Olivia paused gathering her thoughts.
“What happened? What did you guys find?”
“Well, we went back over the timeline. We had a hard time believing Randy because when we interviewed him, he didn’t even know where he had been for most of the night.” You knew he had been hopped up on some pretty strong stuff that night. “Do you know the cemetery a couple of blocks from where we arrested him?” You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck through you. You did in fact know it. It was where his older brother had been buried after he committed suicide at twenty. “There was a security camera there that had been installed because of some teenager destroying headstones. It shows Randy there hours before Mary Moore’s death to hours after it. He slept there all night actually.”
You huff out a laugh. Thomas was Randy’s older brother by almost ten years. He, out of the three sons, had taken the worst of the abuse from their father. He had protected Randy and the youngest David until the moment he had ended it all, but it seemed even death couldn’t stop him from protecting his younger brother.
You see Randy getting released, a bag of belongings in his hand and you start to head over to him completely forgetting that you had been in a conversation with the detective. You are only reminded when you hear her voice raise slightly as she says, “You know, Carisi is the one that started looking back at the timeline. He is the reason this case was dropped.” You freeze feeling something twist in your stomach. An emotion that you don’t want to deal with in this happy moment.
“It doesn’t change anything.”
You stride to Randy’s side and hug. You weren’t allowed to touch him when you were visiting him in lockup. He clings to you burying his face into your neck and you can feel the hot tears against your neck. “Thank you. Thank you so much for never giving up on me.” You hug him tighter feeling your own tears roll down your cheeks.
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You were sitting back at the apartment curled up on the couch wrapped in a blanket as Randy was spending an ungodly amount of time in the bathroom. You smiled to yourself, just happy that he was home. Even if he was back to crashing on your couch. He joined on the couch, hair still wet from his shower. He leaned back into the cushions with a sigh. The two of you sat in silence processing all that had happened in the last four months.
“I found a rehab program when I was locked up. It focuses on people with mental health issues like my bipolar. I called and they said they had a spot open for me. Someone ran out. Good luck, huh?” You laugh shaking your head.
“Good to know you still have your positivity streak.” You lay back feeling absolutely exhausted. You had been having a fatigue that just wouldn’t go away. “I think it's a good idea though. It would be good for you to get that settled. Your being off and on your meds hasn't been helping. I just want you to be happy, and have a real chance at the life you deserve.”
“Yeah, I know. I hope you know I appreciate everything you have done for me. Everything that you have had to sacrifice.” You say his name, but he cuts you off, “No, really Chickadee. All these years, you didn’t have to do any of it. Without you, I would have been dead or locked up three times over by now.” You reach out and start running your finger through his hair. “It’ll probably be good for you to have to space anyways.”
“I don’t mind you sleeping on my couch.” You assure him.
“I know, but with you being pregnant and all. I’m sure you-”
“I’m sorry about me being what?” Randy doesn’t miss a beat.
“Oh, come on Chickadee. I know you were trying not to make a big deal out of it because of everything that was going on but-” You shake your head at him, laughing.
“Randy, I’m not pregnant.” The finality in your voice makes him turn his position to face you more fully. He quirks an eyebrow at you.
“Are you sure about that?” His tone is one of disbelief as he eyes your form. You smack his shoulder saying his name loudly. “Well, I would check into that, anyhow. You know with the fatigue, upset stomach, morning sickness, and with how big those things have gotten.” He gestures to your breast with a wave of his hand.
You look down at them and feel your mind starting to spiral as you try to think of the last time you had a period. You bite your thumb as you realize it was before the case had started. While it wasn’t uncommon for you to skip when you were stressed out, that was a considerable amount of time. “Alright, I’m kicking you out of my bed. I haven’t had a good night's sleep in almost four months.” Randy didn’t seem to notice your mind spinning. He thought that you were still just messing around with him. He had no idea the can of worms he had just opened in your head.
You stood up numbly as he started making the couch his makeshift bed. Then flopping onto it with a content sigh. You say nothing as you go to grab your purse and head toward the drug store a block over.
#law and order special victims unit#law and order svu#svu#dominick carisi#sonny carisi#sonny carisi x reader#sonny carisi imagine#sonny carisi x you
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Sonny Carisi Masterlist
Sonny Carisi x Reader:
Sonny Loves… - NSFW - What Sonny loves about you
Sundays With Sonny - NSFW - What you get up to with Sonny on Sundays.
Carisi At Comic Con - You and Carisi at Comic Con.
Miss You! (NSFW) - Sonny really missed you.
Strong - You come clean to Sonny.
Lucky (NSFW) - You realise how lucky you are to have Sonny in your life.
Time - Sonny thinks about proposing.
Wake Up Call (NSFW) - You set the alarm early.
Divinity - Sonny has a guardian angel.
Sonny Notices Bruises - Sonny questions you about some bruising.
Caught in A Storm - Sonny and you reflect on the past.
Leaving On A Jet Plane - Sonny and you say goodbye at the airport.
Nightmares - Sonny helps you through your nightmare.
Comfort!Sonny - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series
Part One: Truth - Sonny takes care of you after your father is arrested.
Part Two: Always - Sonny reminds you, he will always be there for you.
Part Three: Slow - NSFW - Sonny gives you some comfort.
5 Minutes
5 Minutes - It takes Sonny Carisi 5 minutes to disappear.
Smile - Sonny is told to smile for the camera.
5 Sentences Game:
You and I ended up in the same room
“You deserve love and a home-cooked meal. Thankfully, those go hand-in-hand”
#sonny carisi#sonny carisi x reader#sonny carisi imagine#sonny carisi x you#detective sonny carisi#ada sonny carisi
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Top 5 fanfics you’ve read for any fandom
Argh I don’t even know how to begin to answer this so I’m basically going with the ones that first come to mind
1. Marry Our Fortunes - Ripper Street (Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid)
I am obsessed with this lmao this is my canon and I accept nothing else thanks.
2. Away Childish Things - Harry Potter (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter)
I hate that JK Rowling being the worst person has made me feel so conflicted about reading and loving HP fanfic but fact remains this is an all time fave and I still think about it regularly.
3. Winterheart - Marvel Cinematic Universe (Loki/Tony Stark)
Obsessed is an understatement. I have a PDF of this saved on my phone and laptop. I stealth printed this out at work so my mum could read it. I fucking ADORE this fic. I DON’T EVEN SHIP IT BUT FUCK ME IT IS A COMPELLING STORY ugh
4. Every Dog Has Its Day - Law and Order SVU (Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi)
The most wholesome fic. My ultimate feelgood fic. Which is a reminder I need to reread this now, it’s been a while.
5. Mode & Moment - Law and Order SVU (Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi)
God this series. This beautiful, painful, unfinished series. Will it ever be finished? Unlikely. That doesn’t make it any less fucking incredible. It’s one of the most hauntingly beautiful things I’ve ever read.
#asked and answered#ripper street#homer jackson#edmund reid#jackmund#harry potter#draco malfoy#drarry#marvel#frostiron#loki#tony stark#law and order svu#rafael barba#sonny carisi#barisi#fanfiction
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Watching Law and order SVU has been one of the best and worst decision I ever made because now I binge it almost every day lol
Don’t get me wrong, I like the entire show but ever since watching the episodes with Barba I refuse to watch any episode without him
#law and order special victims unit#Barba#rafael barba#sonny carisi#nick amaro#olivia benson#law and order svu#law and order#svu#raul esparza#raúl esparza#tv series#tv#show
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Omg, i need more of that story about Carisi and the new detective of SVU. Pretty please 😍
“So, is that it?” you asked Sonny.
Sonny held your gaze for a moment before answering. “Unless there’s something you want to address?” He pushed away from the table he had been leaning against and started making himself busy with papers and file folders.
“Actually, I do have a question,” you said as you exited the witness stand.
Sonny turned to face you, looking at you expectantly. “Yeah? Does it apply to the case?”
“Nope,” you snipped. “It’s personal in nature.”
“Then it can wait,” Sonny snapped back. He shoved the files into his briefcase, turning on his heel.
“How long have you been in love with Amanda?” you called out to him, your voice breaking.
Sonny froze and you knew you hit the mark. He turned to face you. “How do…” Sonny started, his brow furrowed. “I mean-”
“I’m right, then? You love Amanda,” you interrupted, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I don’t understand where this is coming from?” Sonny asked, his uneasiness clear. “I don’t love Amanda.”
You nodded slowly. “Right,” you answered in a raspy voice.
“It’s not what you think,” Sonny defended.
“Funny, that’s what my ex said when I caught him cheating,” you countered. Tears were stinging your eyes. Before Sonny could see you cry, you brushed past him.
He reached out to gently grab your arm. “Y/N…,” Sonny whispered his hand releasing your arm and cupping your cheek.
“Sonny,” you said softly, leaning into his touch.
“I-” Sonny started before being interrupted.
“Counselor Carisi, Ms. Addair is here,” one of the male officers announced.
The two of you broke away quickly.
“Thank you, officer. I’ll be out in a minute,” he said. Sonny waited until the door closed again.
“Meet me for dinner so we can talk, please?”
“I-I can’t. I have plans so whatever you have to say, say it now,” you answered as you gathered your coat and purse.
“Y/N, c’mon,” Sonny pleaded.
“No, you c’mon, Sonny,” you snipped. “Be honest with me but more importantly be honest with yourself.”
Sonny pressed his lips into a thin line. After several moments of holding one another’s gaze, Sonny opened the door for you. “Detective. I’ll be in touch if there are any other questions regarding the case.”
“Counselor.” You nodded then inched past Sonny. There was no way you could stand if you as much as brushed against him. It didn’t matter though. His presence was enough to make your skin tingle and your body ache for his touch.
Even with a hall full of people you could feel his eyes on you all the way to the elevator. When you turned around Sonny’s face was contrite. Neither of you looked away until the elevator door closed.
When your phone pinged with an incoming message you were surprised to see Peter’s name. Peter Stone. The relationship with Peter had been and was still a complicated one. At its best you were lovers and friends, at its worse, it was toxic and heartbreaking. The problem was after all the hurt you had caused one another you still couldn’t stay away from each other.
‘I miss you. Can you meet me for dinner?’ the text from Peter said.
After today and all the stuff with Sonny, you didn’t want to do anything. But Peter was the perfect way to forget Sonny. And there you go, already slipping back into old habits.
You sighed. ‘Not feeling like going out. Can you come here?’ you asked.
‘I’ll be there in an hour with Chinese and ice cream,’ he responded.
As promised Peter was at your door in an hour, his arms laden with plastic bags of food and a bottle of wine in each hand.
“Here. Let me help,” you offered, taking the bottles of wine.
“Thanks,” he grunted, placing the bags on the counter. “I brought enough food for the weekend.”
“The weekend?” you asked raising your eyebrows.
Peter blushed slightly. “I’m being presumptuous. I’m sorry.”
“No-no it’s alright. I’m happy you’re staying,” you replied. And part of you was happy. You cared for Peter. Besides whatever you had going with Sonny was over. Maybe this time things with Peter would be different.
Peter tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. Peter leaned down, his soft lips brushed yours. He kissed you like it was his job, a job he was very good at.
Your eyes fluttered open when he pulled away. “If you always kiss me like that then you can stay forever,” you proclaimed.
Peter chuckled. “That’s not a problem.” He took your hands in his. “I’ve been thinking,” he announced. His green eyes met yours. “About us. I want to give us a real chance. I want the chance to love you like you deserve.”
So many thoughts and emotions flooded over you. In the past there was never a real commitment between the two of you. And now here he was- basically confessing his love for you.
“Uh, Peter, I don’t-” you started.
Peter put a finger to your lips. “I know. It’s a lot. I want you to know exactly what I’m feeling. And I will do whatever I can to earn your trust, your love and your heart.”
And this time when Peter kissed you, you let yourself get lost. All other thoughts completely out of your mind.
“Good morning,” Peter said in a gravely voice. He leaned over and kissed your temple. “Nice shirt,” he commented looking you over then giving you a wink.
“Thanks,” you replied with a sly smile. “Nice, uh, everything,” you said, motioning up and down with your hand.
“Right back at ya.” Peter leaned against the counter sipping from a steaming mug of coffee. He was just in pajama pants that hung off him in that way. “So, what do you want to do today?”
Before you could reply there was a knock at the door. You stood to answer the door. “It’s probably my landlord.”
“No. I’ll get it,” Peter insisted. “Don’t want to give him a heart attack,” he said with a grin.
You grinned back at him, shaking your head.
“Sonny?” Peter said with confusion. “What are you doing here?”
#sonny carisi#sonny carisi x reader#peter stone#peter stone x reader#law and order: svu#one night#series#mywriting
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#law and order special victims unit#series#best series forever#ice t#fin tutuola#fin#season 16#law and order#law and order svu edit#svu#l&o: svu#fyp#sonny carisi#carisi#peter scanavino#law and order svu
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Does anyone know the name of a fanfic that was "Sonny Carisi x reader" or "Rafael Barba x reader" depending on which version you chose? The reader and Sonny are together then break up. Later she comes back as a defense attorney and it's there that the choice is made. I remember specifically there was a part where if reader chose right she'd end up at a bar and that would lead toward Barba and if she chose left she'd go toward Sonny (or maybe Barba was left and Sonny was right). I remember if you chose the Sonny route that he'd write her a letter and she'd write him one back, but then ripped it when she saw Sonny with a pregnant Amanda.
#svu fanfiction#law and order imagine#sonny carisi x reader#sonny carisi x you#rafael barba x reader#rafael barba x you#fanfic#Sonny carisi fic#fanfiction series
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How would you describe the SVU guys as yanderes? You’re definitely inspiring me to write and I want to make a dark/yandere series of my own. :))
a/n: great question! and thank you, it means a lot to know i’ve inspired you <3 if you ever do write or post something let me know bc i’d love to read it! ❤️
The SVU Men As Yanderes
warnings: yandere stuff, domestic violence, bullying, obsession, violence, breeding/pregnancy mention
Nick Amaro is highly jealous and possessive. he’ll throw hands if someone even looks at you the wrong way, and chances are you’ll have to bail him out of jail. good luck getting away from him, he’ll rarely let you out of his sight. he text bombs you all the time when you’re apart, too. domestic issues would probably include him screaming in your face, grabbing you and leaving bruises and throwing shit (not necessarily at you). he’s scary so you’d better stay in line.
Rafael Barba is manipulative and mean. he can easily outsmart you and he wants you to know that, too. he makes you feel dumb and useless, like you need him to even function. he finds joy in belittling you and hurting you, especially verbally. making fun of your clothes, teasing you for using a word wrong. he’s trying to subtly train you, make sure you’ll be well-behaved for him at fancy events and galas. he will strike you across the face or kick you down if he thinks it will make you behave.
Sonny Carisi is obsessive and overly-affectionate. he sees no problems with love-bombing you, tracking your whereabouts and making everything in your life his business. he can be strict and mean when he thinks you’ve tried to trick him or betray him. he will also yell in your face and occasionally slam you into the wall and tower over you if it’ll get you to listen. he also has the biggest breeding/pregnancy kink ever (Italian Catholic w/big family) so get ready to have like 5 kids.
Mike Dodds is protective and controlling. he has no qualms about using his power as a Sergeant or his father’s reputation to control you or scare you into submission. he wants you to be perfect for him at all times and he’s obsessed with being able to take care of you. he likes to think of you as his little doll, pliant while allowing him to bathe you, dress you and mark you up. he loves seeing his bruises on your skin, it’s just another way to control you.
#rafael barba x reader#sonny carisi x reader#nick amaro x reader#mike dodds x reader#yandere rafael barba#yandere sonny carisi#yandere nick amaro#yandere mike dodds
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Welcome to Letters2fiction!
The concept here is to send in a question or a letter request, and you’ll get a response from your fictional character of choice, from the list below. Please stick to the list I’ve made, but of course, you can ask if there’s some other characters I write for, I don’t always remember all the shows, movies or books I’ve consumed over the years and I’m sure I’m missing a lot 😅
Status: New Characters added - Thursday March 21st, 2024
TV SERIES
A Discovery of Witches:
Matthew Clairmont
Baldwin Montclair
Gallowglass de Clermont
Marcus Whitmore
Philippe de Clermont
Jack Blackfriars
Sarah Bishop
Emily Mather
Diana Bishop
Ysabeau de Clermont
Miriam Shepard
Phoebe Taylor
Gerbert D’Aurillac
Peter Knox
Father Andrew Hubbard
Benjamin Fuchs
Satu Järvinen
Meridiana
Law and Order:
Rafael Barba
Sonny Carisi
Joe Velasco
Mike Duarte
Terry Bruno
Peter Stone
Hasim Khaldun
Nick Amaro NEW!
Mike Dodds
Grace Muncy
Kat Tamin
Toni Churlish
Amanda Rollins
Olivia Benson
Rita Calhoun
Casey Novak
Melinda Warner
George Huang
Sam Maroun
Nolan Price
Jamie Whelan
Bobby Reyes
Jet Slootmaekers
Ayanna Bell
Jack McCoy
Elliot Stabler
One Chicago:
Jay Halstead (Could also be Will if you want)
Antonio Dawson
Adam Ruzek
Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz
Dante Torres
Vanessa Rojas
Kevin Atwater
Sean Roman
Matt Casey
Kelly Severide
Joe Cruz
Sylvie Brett
Blake Gallo
Christopher Hermann
"Mouch"
Otis
Violet Mikami
Evan Hawkins
Mayans MC:
Angel Reyes
Miguel
Bishop
Coco
Nestor
911 verse:
Athena Grant
Bobby Nash
Henrietta "Hen" Wilson
Evan "Buck" Buckley
Eddie Diaz
Howie "Chimney" Han
Ravi Panikkar
T.K. Strand
Owen Strand
Carlos Reyes
Marjan Marwani
Paul Strickland
Tommy Vega
Judson "Judd" Ryder
Grace Ryder
Nancy Gillian
Mateo Chavez
The Rookie:
Lucy Chen
Tim Bradford
Celina Juarez
Aaron Thorsen
Nyla Harper
Angela Lopez
Wesley Evers
BBC Sherlock:
Greg Lestrade
Mycroft Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
Moriarty
Molly
Bridgerton:
Anthony Bridgerton
Benedict Bridgerton
Simon Basset
Daphne Bridgerton
Eloise Bridgerton
Kate Sharma
Edwina Sharma
Marina Thompson/Crane
Outlander:
Jamie Fraser
Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser
Frank Randall
Black Jack Randall
Brianna Fraser
Roger MacKenzie
Fergus Fraser
Marsali Fraser
Jenny Fraser Murray
Ian Murray Sr.
Ian Fraser Murray
Murtagh Mackenzie
Call The Midwife:
Shelagh Turner / Sister Bernadette
Dr. Patrick Turner
Nurse Trixie Franklin
Nurse Phyllis Crane
Lucille Anderson
Nurse Barbara Gilbert
Chummy
Sister Hilda
Miss Higgins
PC Peter Noakes
Reverend Tom Hereward NEW!
Narcos:
Horacio Carrillo
Peaky Blinders:
Tommy Shelby
Downton Abbey:
Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Edith Crawley
Lady Sybil Crawley
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham
Isobel Crawley
Matthew Crawley
Lady Rose MacClare
Lady Rosamund Painswick
Henry Talbot
Tom Branson
Mr. Charles Carson
Mrs. Hughes / Elsie May Carson
John Bates
Anna Bates
Daisy Mason
Thomas Barrow
Joseph Molesley
Land Girl:
Connie Carter
Reverend Henry Jameson (Gwilym Lee's version)
Midsomer Murder:
DCI Tom Barnaby
Joyce Barnaby
Dr. George Bullard
DCI John Barnaby
Sarah Barnaby
DS Ben Jones
DS Jamie Winter
Sgt. Gavin Troy
Fleur Perkins
WPC Gail Stephens
Kate Wilding
DS Charlie Nelson
Sergeant Dan Scott
NEW! Once Upon A Time
Regina / The Evil Queen
Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White
David Nolan / Prince Charming
Emma Swan
Killian Jones / Captain Hook
Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin
Neal Cassidy / Baelfire
Peter Pan
Sheriff Graham Humbert / The Huntsman
Jefferson / The Mad Hatter
Belle
Robin of Locksley / Robin Hood
Will Scarlet
Zelena / Wicked Witch
Alice (Once in Wonderland)
Cyrus (Once in Wonderland)
Jafar (Once in Wonderland)
Gideon
Tiger Lily
Naveen
Tiana
Granny
Ariel
Prince Eric
Aladdin
Jasmine
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Hercules
Megara
Tinker Bell
Merida
Red Riding Hood
Mulan
Aurora / Sleeping Beauty
Prince Phillip
Cinderella
Prince Thomas
NEW! The Vampire Diaries / The Originals
Stefan Salvatore
Damon Salvatore
Caroline Forbes
Elena Gilbert
Bonnie Bennett
Enzo St. John
Niklaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Rebekah Mikaelson
Freya Mikaelson
Finn Mikaelson
Mikael
Esther
Marcel Gerard
Davina Claire
MOVIES
The Pirates of the Caribbean:
Captain Jack Sparrow
Barbossa
Will Turner
Elizabeth Swann
James Norrington
Kingsman:
Merlin
Harry Hart
Eggsy Unwin
James Spencer / Lancelot
Alastair / Percival
Roxy Morton / Lancelot
Maximillian Morton / The Shepherd
Orlando Oxford
Jack Daniels / Whiskey
Gin
BOOKS
Dreamland Billionaire series - Lauren Asher:
Declan
Callahan
Rowan
Iris
Alana
Zahra
Dirty Air series - Lauren Asher:
Noah
Liam
Jax
Santiago
Maya
Sophie
Elena
Chloe
Ladies in Stem - Ali Hazelwood books:
Olive
Adam
Bee
Levi
Elsie
Jack
Mara
Liam
Sadie
Erik
Hannah
Ian
Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros:
Xaden Riorson
Dain Aetos
Jack Barlowe
Rhiannan Matthias
Violet Sorrengail
Mira Sorrengail
Lillith Sorrengail
Bodhi Durran
Liam Mairi
#a discovery of witches#law and order svu#law and order#law and order oc#chicago pd#chicago fire#mayans mc#911 abc#911 lone star#the rookie#bbc sherlock#sherlock#bridgerton#outlander#call the midwife#narcos#downton abbey#peaky blinders#land girls#midsomer murders#once upon a time#the vampire diaries#the originals#the pirates of the caribbean#kingsman#dreamland billionaires#dirty air series#love hypothesis#love theoretically#loathe to love you
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