#sonny carisi x fem!reader
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more than just my intern
pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader
wc: 1.3k
summary: sonny was eager to take you under his wing when he suddenly realizes he was eager for more…
tw: none i can think of 😅
a/n: y’all PLEASEEEE don’t be mad at me but this was sitting in my notes for ALMOST A YEAR bc i wanted to add smut but it was HARD. so i got rid of it, but if y’all want a part 2, i can definitely do it! also this gif is just *chefs kiss*💋 its so fitting for this lowkey
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“I like you so much, I wish you were more than just my intern.”
“Well, those arrangements can be made.”
You enjoyed being a detective, but you wanted more. You followed in Sonny’s footsteps for as long as you could imagine and now it was your time to shine. You and Sonny had been partners for about 4 years when he announced he was applying to law school. You were there for Sonny when he got his acceptance letter, and when he had mentioned before his acceptance that he was applying to Fordham night school to become an ADA, it had become a surprise to you because you were actually looking at that school, among many others in the area. A few years after Sonny finished law school, you got one of the best news of your life.
“Sonny, you need to come over ASAP.” You said over the phone.
“Why, are you okay?”
“I just have something here that I’d like you to witness.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in 20.”
When Sonny came over, the both of you curled up on your living room couch staring at your laptop.
“I got an email from Fordham.”
The clock ticked slow from the time you opened up the email to the time you clicked on the link to log into the portal.
“Is that what I think that is?” Sonny said.
After you logged in there was another thing you had to click on in order for you to see your application status. Then, a whole bunch of confetti popped up on your screen.
“OH MY GOSH I GOT IN!” You screamed.
You and Sonny screamed and laughed for a few moments, living in the moment. You got accepted into law school!
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. You deserve it.” Sonny said, pulling you into a hug.
“Aww thank you.” You beamed. “And look at you, thriving as an ADA already. If anything I’m proud of you!”
Sonny also had a wide smile on his face. “It’s no easy thing, so thank you. These accomplishments deserve a little celebration, dont’cha think?”
“Oh yea,” You agreed.
And with that, your life changed.
•••
Fast forward a few months, you went through orientation and all those get to know you stuff and you were now taking your official classes. Sonny on the other hand was doing great as an ADA and you were extremely happy for him. Juggling law school and working as a detective, not to mention you got promoted, was something you were learning to handle one day at a time. You didn’t know how Sonny did it.
Throughout the semester, Sonny occasionally popped by to check on and see how everything was going, and he even helped you with some of the classes that he previously took. When you had your spare time on the job you went to visit Sonny to see how he was handling Hadid and the cases he had to work with. On the days he had to work late to prep for trial, you were reluctant to leave him, you were curious about this aspect of being an ADA. He gave you advice and other words of wisdom that you kept with you throughout your time in law school.
A year and a half passed by and Sonny was taking off with his career and you were still in school, doing everything you could to get high grades in your classes. On top of that, dealing with all the changes Manhattan SVU was going through was taking a toll as well. It was about that time for you to start gaining experience. Sonny let you sit in cases, live cases, in the courtroom, as you took notes on his techniques, just as he did when he learned from Rafael.
“You know, you might as well be an ADA now with all these cases you’ve sat in with me.”
“Not yet, Counselor. Give it about two more years. For now, I’ll be your little intern.”
That brought a smile to Sonny’s face. “Intern, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“If you’re serious about it, I can make arrangements with the DA… it can be your part time.”
Your eyes widened. “Sonny…”
“I know, I know. You don’t have to act on it right away, I just want the best for you. I didn’t get the chance to do this, but I want you to have it.”
You didn’t know what to say, so you hugged Sonny.
“Thank you. Seriously, for everything.”
“Of course. Anything for my partner.”
•••
After many conversations with the DA’s office, the bureau chief, and even Benson, you got your official position as ADA Sonny Carisi’s intern. Part time internship kind of situation. It was needed as one of the requirements for one of the classes you were taking so it fit.
Your days consisted of looking over some of the cases Sonny had on his docket, taking notes for your own practice, as well as observing during cases. You did get paired with other ADA’s on the eighth floor, but you always drew yourself towards Sonny.
•••
One night, you were in Sonny’s office looking over a case with him when he decided it was best for the both of you to have a nightcap.
“Hey, you’ve been taking notes on that case file for a while. Unwind with me.”
You looked up and saw Sonny pull out a bottle of wine and glass cups. You watched him pop the bottle open and pour the red liquid in both of the cups. He handed one of them to you, hoping you would accept it. You sighed, plopping the case file on the table. Taking the glass with a smile on your face, you followed Sonny to the couch he had in his office.
“You know, I don’t think I ever told you this, but it’s beautiful how dedicated you are to becoming an ADA.”
“Aww, you think so?”
“Yes.”
“I appreciate it a lot. I think a part of it was also your doing. You inspired me to go further in my career. Further helping victims of all walks of life that don’t have a voice of their own, victims that want to be free from the shackles of their toxic situations, victims that are tired of their bodies being used forcefully for sexual desires.”
“Maybe I did inspire you. You’ve really been a great advocate for everyone that walked through those precinct doors and it shows.”
“Cheers to that.” You smiled, raising your glass.
Sonny clinked his glass with yours and smiled. “Cheers.”
“I’m glad you’re my intern.”
You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down. “Oh?”
“Yeah. I get to spend more time with you, for starters.”
“Mmm, yeah, I miss you at SVU sometimes. It’s not the same without you.”
Sonny nodded. “I get that.”
There was a moment of silence between the two of you, just completely comfortable silence and long looks.
“I like you so much, I wish you were more than just my intern.” Sonny admitted to break the silence.
You were startled at first, but then a smile crept on your face as soon as you knew what he meant.
“Well, those arrangements can be made.” You whispered. You took one more sip of your wine and scooted closer to Sonny.
“Oh yea?” He said in a hushed tone, moving closer to you as well. At this point, the both of your thighs were touching each other. You felt a major spark between you and him. You were feeling a certain type of way and it wasn’t from the alcohol.
“Yea.” You whispered.
Sonny gently took your face in his hand and kissed you.
After the kiss, the both of you were smiling, holding each other’s faces in hands and touching foreheads.
“I want more,” you said. “That was beautiful.”
“Beautiful indeed, my little intern.”
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pinkie was low-key onto something with Carisi and the 🐱 eating!!! can u elaborate I've been thinking about it all day hehe
ugh no that’s what i’m saying 😩
he loves to eat you out after an esp hard day/case. he’ll trudge into the bedroom and drop his briefcase, rubbing a hand over his forehead as he sighs. only changes because he knows how you feel about outside clothes. he lays on the bed between your legs, rubbing your thigh gently. you know what he’s after—what he needs—he’s just getting you warmed up as he speaks to you lowly, purposefully thickening his staten island accent cus he knows it turns you on (totally not self indulgent). he keeps his voice low, and your replies are soft murmurs as you rake your fingers through his hair, untill he finally sees a small wet patch forming on your panties from his raspy voice n soft fingers. he always always always—no matter how wet and clearly horny you are—asks a soft “can i?” as he hooks a finger in your pantyline and waits for your reply before finally.. finally doing what he’d been thinking of all day.
he just gets lost in your pussy. burying himself between your legs and it’s gentle sucks of your clit and soft licks over your slit as gentle fingers prod your entrance. he’s practically whining into your cunt as his hips rut against the bed—one hand holding your hips still as he drinks you in. his eyes are closed and his thumb is gently stroking over the bone of your hip, in absolutely no rush as he takes his time to pull an orgasm out of you. intentional in each of his strokes and motions as his mouth makes love to your pussy. it helps him clear his mind ♡
#— nani fantasizes ☽#nani’s angels 👼🏽#fanmail 💌#nsfw.nani#sonny carisi#sonny carisi x reader#sonny carisi x fem!reader#sonny carisi dialogue
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I JUST SAW A SMUT FIC WITH INCEST 😨😨😨
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Exhaustion and Affection
Sonny Carisi x Fem! Reader
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 2.4k
“Of course. You need a decent meal that isn’t just a cup of coffee.”
Sonny hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Sonny was tired.
He felt the fatigue all the way to his bones as he shuffled to the front door of your apartment. The travel from his office to home had felt like an eternity, and sometimes with New York City traffic, it might as well have been. Sonny had the weekend off (technically – but there was always the chance of the infamous Olivia Benson phone call), and he was desperate for it. The past few weeks had been long for the esteemed counselor. He was strung out and spread thin with work, and he just didn’t have much juice left to give.
He had shed his blazer before he had even left his office for the night, and his tie had been loosened on the cab ride home. His hair that was usually neat and styled was wrecked on his head from his hand running through it throughout the day. He had officially clocked out until Monday morning (or unless prompted sooner).
Sonny felt a rush of relief when his feet landed at the mat in front of your apartment door. That was his signal that he had indeed made it, and his weekend off had officially begun. He reached for your spare key that you had gifted to him in his briefcase. Sonny felt like he never spent any time at his own apartment anymore.
He rummaged through papers and files before recognizing the cold brass on his fingertips. The key was rather worn for a spare, but it wasn’t surprising considering he used it practically every day. He put the key in the lock and turned it, alarmed when the click didn’t sound. There was hardly any real panic of a response because this was a regular occurrence.
Sonny scoffed under his breath, tossing the key back into his case and opening the already unlocked door. He entered your apartment, which offered warmth from the cool October air outside. He then noticed a certain smell, one of his favorite smells, that brought an audible rumble to his empty stomach. He closed the door (being sure to lock it behind him), and set his belongings by the front door. He followed the heavenly smell into the kitchen, and he was presented with a sight that nearly catapulted his heart out of his chest.
He saw you standing over your well-used stainless steel pot that was reserved for any and all pasta dishes that you knew how to make. He saw a separate pot with a lid over it, which he knew good and well was a tomato sauce. He knew the smell of good pasta, and he especially knew the smell of one of his mother’s recipes.
He noticed that you were still in your own work clothes, which let him know that you hadn’t been home very long yourself. The clicks of Sonny’s shoes hitting the tile caught your attention, and you turned around to greet him.
You gave him a happy hello, but he decided to get the hard business out of the way first.
“Sweetheart, you gotta start locking the door….even when you’re home.” Sonny warned, and this was not the first time that he had done so.
“Ah. I forgot. I need to start leaving a note on the inside of the door to remind me until I get in the habit,” You shrugged. “But even then I’d probably forget to look at it.”
“I know this is a well-secured building and all. And I know your neighbors are clean but-”
“-you never know.” You finished his sentence, and he couldn’t help but grin.
“Yeah. Exactly.”
Sonny’s concern came from a good place. He had seen too many horrific things to not notice the small things that could potentially put you at risk to the evil of the outside world. It only made sense that he was so concerned.
“Now. How about a proper greeting?” You smirked. “Hi.”
“Hey, doll.” He laughed.
“You’re home somewhat early.” You noted, glancing at the clock that read 7:30 p.m. on the dot.
“I couldn’t take it anymore. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait until next week,” Sonny groaned. “Besides, I have the weekend off so why not start early?”
“Mm. Agreed.” You elbowed his side playfully, and he continued to peer over you as you stirred the spaghetti noodles.
“What are you making?” He asked.
“Carbonara. Nothing special,” You shrugged. “I just figured a simple dinner for tonight would be best. If you want something else, I can order takeout for you.”
“No, no. Carbonara is perfect,” He kissed your temple. “Smells great.”
Sonny really was hungry. It seemed that he had fallen into the ways of a real New York criminal prosecutor by skipping meals in order to get more done. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning, and he had used the last of that energy long ago.
“I hope it tastes okay too. This is only the third time I’ve tried your Ma’s recipe.” You chuckled.
“It was delicious last time. Dare I say that it was….better.” He whispered the last word just below the shell of your ear, and your face ran hot.
“Dominick!” You gasped. “That is nearly blasphemous.”
He laughed a genuine, hearty laugh that brought some life back into his tired body.
“All I’m sayin’ is that my mother has taught you well.” He snickered. “You need help finishing up?”
“I don’t think so. Do you want to get washed up?” You suggested.
“You read my mind,” He joked. “Be right back.”
Sonny left the kitchen and took slow steps to the bedroom. He removed his shoes before stepping on the carpet, setting them next to the dresser so they would be out of the way. His socked feet felt better after being released from the confinement of Sonny’s leather work shoes. They had served him well, but no matter how much he wore them, they still weren’t the most comfortable shoes in the world.
Sonny’s blazer and tie were officially abandoned on the bed, and he’d be sure to take his jacket to be dry cleaned. He removed his belt and unbuttoned his shirt, stripping his clothes to prepare to change into something more comfortable. He was more than happy to change into a t-shirt and sweats, and he was even more glad that he didn’t have to wear his usual business professional attire until Monday morning.
Sonny padded into the bathroom, stopping at the sink and turning it on. He lathered his hands with soap, noticing how tired he visibly looked in the mirror. He knew that he had been working hard the last several weeks, so he wasn’t shocked that it had caught up with him. He rinsed his hands and splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up. All he wanted was a good meal and a night of leisure. God knows he needed it.
Sonny returned to the main area of the apartment, his excitement peaking when he saw that you had already plated dinner for him and were just finishing setting the table. Sonny sometimes felt guilty when you doted over him like this. He didn’t feel like he deserved it most of the time, but it made him only adore you more than he already did.
“You’re too good,” Sonny gushed, walking over to you for a quick kiss. “Thanks, doll.”
“Of course. You need a decent meal that isn’t just a cup of coffee.” You told him.
You were always on Sonny’s case about eating legitimate meals every day. You didn’t like when he came home late every day after skipping lunch. And even then Sonny usually only settled on a measly dinner.
The two of you sat across from each other at your dining room table. Sonny never complained, but he was far too tall for the small table. You had been meaning to search for one that didn’t cause his knees to be pressed up against the bottom of it. Sonny couldn’t have cared less though because he was only focused on the plate of pasta that was screaming his name.
Sonny barely even waited for you to sit before he began to dig in. Sonny was usually very polite and well-mannered at the table, but with the way he was slurping down his noodles – you would’ve thought he’d never been taught dinner table manners. He was chewing through the heat and hardly even chewing before he swallowed.
“Sonny, honey!” You stopped him from literally choking himself to death. “It’s not going anywhere, and I assure you I’m not going to take it from you.”
Sonny paused to actually chew his current mouthful and took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again.
“Sorry,” He chuckled, a little embarrassed. “I’m even hungrier than I thought.”
“There’s plenty more. Promise,” You caressed the calf of his leg with your foot from under the table. “How is it by the way?”
“Incredible. As expected,” He smiled. “Best meal I’ve had all week.”
“How would you feel if I told you that I have a coconut cream pie for afterwards?”
Sonny’s fork his hit plate with a clink, and his eyes went wide with surprise.
“You’re lying.” He gawked.
“I swear. I didn’t make it though. I bought it on my way home.” You admitted.
Sonny went quiet for a second. His eyes squinted in thought as he racked his brain.
“Did I miss something? Not our anniversary, not my birthday, not your birthday….” He listed off.
“Not at all,” You giggled. “I was saving it for tomorrow since I knew for sure you’d be here for dinner….but since you’re here now, I don’t see why we can’t have it tonight and tomorrow.”
Sonny was overwhelmed with love. It wasn’t that you didn’t shower him with affection like this often, but it definitely made it extra special considering he had been so rundown recently. Sonny was happy as could be sitting at that tiny dining room table, enjoying your food, and catching up with you. Sonny had missed seeing you and spending time with you — and it always reminded him how work could drag him away from you.
Once dinner was finished, and your chilled pie was being served, Sonny felt completely at ease. He had absolutely nothing to do until Monday morning, and he wasn’t even sure what to do himself.
“How’s the paperwork coming along?” You asked, scraping the last of the sweet cream from your dessert plate.
Sonny couldn’t help but groan.
“Babe, if you don’t mind, let’s not talk shop tonight,” He chuckled. “Please.”
Sonny’s request hadn’t been an irritated one. If anything, he was amused. He was usually more than willing to talk about work with you (considering that it was a great opportunity for him to vent to someone who could understand), but tonight he wanted to get as far away from it as possible. He was passionate about his work, but even then he could only take so much.
“I’m sorry,” You laughed. “Just a habit. Do you want more?” You asked, standing to retrieve his empty plate.
Sonny stood from his own chair, refusing to let you clean up alone.
“No, love. I’m good,” He kissed the crown of your head. “Thank you.”
Sonny helped you with the dishes, washing and drying and putting away to leave the kitchen clean for the night. Cleaning up with Sonny usually took double the time that it should’ve because he had a tendency to get distracted. You found it rather amusing because that was just how Sonny was. When the dishes were cleaned and stored away, Sonny pulled you into his chest for a kiss.
“You’re the best. You know that?” He hummed.
“I’ve been told a time or two.” You smiled against his lips.
Now that you were looking at him up close, you could see just how weary he looked. The lasting effects of stress were clear on his face.
“You’re tired.” You pointed out, burying a hand in his graying hair to scratch at his scalp.
“Very,” He nodded, his voice gone groggy. “How about a movie?” He kissed you again.
“Sure. Can you stay awake for it?” You asked.
“Very funny. ‘Course I can.”
Sonny had meant it. He wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with you on the couch under a blanket and spend the rest of the night doing nothing in particular. Sonny felt like he had been stuck at his desk or in the courtroom for weeks. Your apartment felt like the safest place on Earth to him right now. Sonny smiled lazily when you took his hand, prompting him to follow you into the living room. Sonny crashed on the couch, the plush pillows were a celebration to his tired muscles. He needed the rest.
“I’m going to change. How about you pick?” You suggested, offering the TV remote to him.
“Sure. Don’t be long.” He winked.
You tottered off to the bedroom to change into your own lounging attire, leaving Sonny in the silence of your living room. Sonny stared at the black screen of the television. The remote remained still in his hand. He hardly even had the energy to lift his thumb to hit the power button. It seemed ridiculous, but the thought of scrolling through Netflix to find a movie just seemed like too much work to him.
Sonny was sunken into the cushions, nearly being swallowed by the sofa as he stared at nothing. It was so quiet in the room. So still. So peaceful. He heard you rummaging around in the bedroom, but it was like white noise to him. Before he knew it, his eyelids were growing heavy, and his breathing was reaching a slower pace. Images of the last few weeks danced around in his head. The fast pace of his career had suddenly come to a stop, and he was basking in relief. Sonny had come home to a happy girlfriend who had fed him and taken care of him in his exhausted state. He had never felt more loved. And that was the best feeling to dream about.
When you returned to the living room clad in your most comfortable clothes, you weren’t surprised to see Sonny snoozing. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t have made it long once collapsing on the couch. He worked hard to pursue his passion, and that was something you never got in the way of. It wasn’t surprising that his work caught up to him at times. If anything, it was a reminder of how hard he worked.
It didn’t bother you in the slightest. Sonny needed the sleep.
After all, you knew that he hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
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green with desire
↳ rafael barba x fem!reader
content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), canonical svu violence, jealousy, feelings of inadequacy/anxiety ( so, light angst ), dirty talk, fem!dom if you squint really hard, some begging
word count: 6241
Of all of the terrible ideas you’d had in your life, debating punching a police officer in a crowded bar was definitely top three on the list. Your rational mind knew that it would end with split knuckles and an assault charge, while the emotional side of your brain told you to throw rationale to the wind and throw your knuckles across that brown-haired bitch’s temple.
You tried to focus your gaze on anything but the woman inciting your rage, your nails biting into your thigh. Soft light flickered off of the vintage art prints hanging on the wall, reflecting the black-and-white images of famous figures in the history of New York. Pop music sounded against the walls, just loud enough that you could feel the bump in the music at the bottom of your chest. The venue was moderately sized but felt claustrophobic with the amount of casually dressed NYPD officers that teemed at all corners, sipping a variety of beers and leaning against the polished mahogany countertop of the bar.
Leaning against that mahogany bar was a tall, slender woman with tumbling brown hair and doe eyes squinted in delight at the man in front of her. A manicured, unpolished finger circled the rim of her mojito while her other hand rested closer and closer to the man’s rested elbow. Below her fitted purple top rested a gleaming gold badge, saddled on a shapely hip. Her teeth glinted just as brightly as her badge when she giggled, lightly swatting the man’s arm. None of this would necessarily be a problem, if the man the officer was inching towards was not your boyfriend.
Instead of letting your fist connect where it was itching to, your grip tightened on your margarita glass and took a heavy gulp of the sour drink. You were a guest at an unofficial NYPD get-together, surrounded by acquaintances celebrating the recent closing of a corruption case in tandem with an officer’s birthday. Somewhere in the crowd, Detective Sonny Carisi strolled with a beer in his hand and a ‘Happy Birthday Big Boy’ pin gleaming on his breast. Tensions had run so high within the precinct the last few weeks that the need to let loose was nearly oozing off of every civil servant in the bar. The last thing anyone here needed was a librarian they barely knew from Queens assaulting a police officer and disrupting a perfectly civil get-together.
You’d met Rafael Barba while waiting in a ridiculously long line for the new coffee shop that opened down the street from the library you worked at. Caught in your own world listening to a podcast, eyes downcast to adjust a seam on your cable-knit sweater, you had collided head on with the rushing attorney resulting in black coffee tipping onto each of you. The pale blue shirt under his pin-checked brown vest and jacket had suffered the most, thoroughly drenched in hot coffee with a mottled brown stain right across his chest. You’d made a horrified, choked noise and tried to apologize as you rushed across the room in search of napkins, mumbling apologies as you dabbed at his wet suit in vain.
His annoyed gaze had softened slightly as he watched you flit around the shop with pink cheeks and wild eyes, completely ignoring the mess on your own shirt in favor of making amends to a complete stranger. He had eventually chuckled, pushing your hand away from his chest and declaring the suit a lost cause. You’d finally been able to get a good luck at him as you lowered your hands, trying to reassemble some sense of pride as the patrons of the shop gazed after your neurotic display. He was hispanic, not too tall but with broad shoulders outlined pristinely by his tailored jacket, brown hair coiffed and barely out of place even with all of your fretting. His green eyes shone with a hint of amusement even behind his mostly serious expression.
You had insisted on paying for the dry-cleaning of his suit, to which he brushed off the offer with a chuckle, promising that no grudges would be held in exchange for a new cup of coffee. He had been intrigued with your kindhearted (if strange) behavior and the way your cheeks flushed cutely when he smiled at you, prompting him to ask if you’d have time to meet for a real sit-down coffee the following week. You’d been delighted and tense at once, not one to go out on a limb with strangers, especially such handsome and well-spoken ones.
When you had met Rafael for coffee the following Thursday, the two of you had thankfully been able to avoid spilling your drinks on one another, to which Rafael had given a quick joke about in order to break the ice. You’d found yourself easily falling into conversation with Rafael, who you had learned was a prosecutor that worked nearby for the District Attorney’s office. Your nerves were quickly comforted by his easy ability to joke and his unhidden interest in getting to know you, his soft green eyes never leaving your smiling face. It didn’t take long to discover that you shared a love for historical fiction literature and high-end coffee, and you had ended the lunch with entwined fingers as he walked you to the large double doors of the library you worked at.
A few lunches quickly turned into dinners on the rare nights when Rafael was able to escape his office, where he showered you with compliments and wine expensive enough that it made you nervous to drink it. You’d quickly become accustomed to the strong feel of his hands gripping your waist as he kissed you in the entrance of his oak-furnished apartment entryway, heat rushing through your veins at the heated whispers he hissed into your neck. You treasured the quiet mornings in his kitchen almost more than the extravagant dinners. Scrambled eggs and espresso in his brightly-lit kitchen overlooking the city, his hair soft and unstyled as he swayed with you on the tile floor, that peek into this more relaxed version of your usually nothing-less-than-proper partner felt more precious than gold.
You’d never been the type of person that flaunted their relationship, especially since Rafael was such a prominent figure in the New York legal system. There was a prickling fear in the early days of your relationship that you were too plain to publicly be seen with a man associated with such prestige and power, that you would look like nothing more than a sweater-clad bookworm feigning at being worthy of a man much above her standing. When Rafael had discovered this, he’d been quick to quiet your concerns with his fingers in your hair and his head between your legs until you could think of nothing else.
After his many reassurances that he would love to show you off at any time possible, including to his coworkers, you’d become more self-confident. You’d begun to surprise Rafael at work with bagel sandwiches from an artisan bakery in between your workplaces, toting coffee and paper bags through the looming hallways of Hogan Place and barely paying attention to those who spared you a second glance for planting a kiss on the primly dressed ADA. Soon afterward, you had joined the squad of the Special Victims Unit and Rafael for the celebration of the conviction of a serial rapist. You were proud of the progress you had made with Rafael’s coworkers, forming timid friendships with the detectives that he worked so closely with on a daily basis. You were glad that you’d gained enough confidence to hold your own without using Rafael as a fallback in social situations with his coworkers, but it all felt bittersweet now that he’d been approached by another woman as soon as you had gone to chat with Detective Rollins with celebratory tequila shots.
You had gathered vaguely from Amanda that the brunette ogling your boyfriend at the bar was a recent witness in a major police corruption case that Rafael had been handling, Detective Sandra Allen from the Narcotics division. She was a hero and a villain at the same time in the eyes of her fellow cops; a snitch who ratted on her fellow officers who were spending their county-paid salary hours manipulating prostitutes into sexual favors in exchange for staying out of prison. The case made you sick, and the fact that you could feel nothing but disdain for this woman who bravely stood up and testified on behalf of those sex workers made shame burn deep in your stomach.
You didn’t need to be a police officer to notice Amanda’s sly looks between you and the scene going on at the bar, or that she was trying to hold back her laughter from the growing redness in your face that you tried to blame on the alcohol. You had hardly been listening to Fin’s rambling story about how his grandson had been inexplicably angry at the balloons he’s seen in the park because they would not stop floating, no matter how much he asked. On any other day, you would have loved to look at Fin half-drunkenly showing off his adorable lump of a grandson with a grinning smile. Right now, though, you could only hear the deep cadence of Rafael’s laugh as he finished off his scotch, and only see Detective Allen’s beautiful and flirtatious smile directed toward the man you had spent the last several months building a life with.
You were worried that the glass in your hand would shatter under your grip as you set it forcefully on the table. You knew there was no reason for you to be acting this way, feeling so scorned and bubbling with jealousy over the easy way that Allen fawned over your partner. You knew more than anyone the easy charm that Rafael brought to conversations, even when he was being a sarcastic bastard. You knew you weren’t the only woman who admired his passion and his good-looks, but having it shoved in your face like this felt much worse than just knowing it in the back of your mind.
Amanda’s mischievous expression quickly morphed to shielded concern when she noticed just how much you were bothered by the scene in front of you. Her demeanor took on the protective edge that came so easily to all the detectives you had met at the SVU, poised to talk someone down or to throw an elbow into someone’s teeth. “Hey, you want me to go do some crowd control over at the bar? I’m sure the Counselor is just waiting for the best opportunity to get out of there.”
You knew that you should just go over there and put a stop to it. You wanted so badly to have the conviction to strut over to Rafael, straddle his lap and make him moan in front of that woman, to show her just how he crumbled under your touch, how you were the one to bring him to his knees, to receive his hardships and his worship, not her. That display of power, of claim over a man that so many people wanted, would no doubt make her back off. But that wasn’t who you were. You were not the sultry-smiled woman who captured the eyes of every room she walked into, the one who could bite at a woman to back off of what was hers. So, instead, you threw back the rest of your drink, taking a moment to relish in the burn of tequila and the acidity of the lime that buzzed through your veins, and sent a tight-lipped smile to Amanda and Fin.
“I think I’m actually gonna turn in for the night. Too much tequila makes me stupid, you know.” You gave an unconvincing chuckle as you set some bills on the table to cover your drinks and a tip. Amanda opened her mouth to protest, hoping to keep you from leaving, but you were already pulling your peacoat onto your shoulders.
You had only gotten halfway down the street, heaving heavy breaths to lighten your heart rate and the burn behind your eyes, when Rafael called out your name from the direction of the bar. The street was relatively quiet for a Wednesday night, with only a few stragglers walking between the handful of establishments on the block. You steadied your expression before turning on your heel towards him with a shaky smile.
He stepped toward you with a soft look so often reserved only for you, his brows furrowed in slight worry. His black trenchcoat fell beautifully against his broad chest, green eyes accented by the specks of emerald in his patterned tie. Even after months, you still felt yourself melt a little at the kindness behind his eyes. “You ran out so quickly with no goodbye, is everything alright?”
“I’m just tired, and you seemed like you were having a good time talking to Detective Allan. Didn’t want to take you away from the fun.”
His eyebrows rose in question at the unexpected bite in your tone. You had tried to hide your rising feelings with the shit poor excuse, but Rafael hadn’t become a successful ADA by not being able to read people. It was one of the things you loved and hated about him, how he could peel back the layers of what you were feeling to gaze at the very core of you. It made you feel cared for and probed at the same time.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I was only being cordial with a witness who put a lot on the line to testify in our case.” He stepped into your space, running a thumb across your cold and flushed cheeks. His voice was steady, his eyes honest but confused. You scoffed lightly, still feeling your anger simmering but being calmed by his steadying touch. His hand dropped from your cheek at your exclamation, steadying a solid look at you. “Look, you know I am not exactly the DA’s office favorite person, much less the police department. She was worried about how her colleagues were going to see her, she wanted advice on how to deal with interoffice conflict.”
“Oh, don’t pull that. The only thing she was worried about was how quickly she could get your hands up her skirt.” The words burned your throat, emerging into the air before you could stop yourself. You knew Rafael wasn’t a stupid man, and you didn’t want him to treat you like you were either.
“Excuse me?” Rafael’s eyes hardened, a muscle in his jaw twitching as you took a step back from him. Your outburst had gained the attention of a passerby who gave the two of you a quick once over, and it only stoked your anger and shame. Rafael guided you with the motion of his hand towards the side of the sidewalk. “Look, I didn’t mean to abandon you, I’m sorry. I was only being polite to a woman who is going through what might be the worst time of her life. She needed someone to reassure her, to ask about her options-”
“So she had to wait until your girlfriend left to ask you about all of that? I’m not naive, you know. I see how women look at you, the looks they have when they realize you’re with me, like you’re settling for something that’s so beneath you. That they could give you something hotter, younger-”
“Stop! Just stop!” He ran a hand across his face, his expression softening as he saw the hurt on your face, the insecurity he thought the two of you had quelled long ago. “We’ve talked about this, I thought we had dealt with this. You are the only one I want to be with. The only one that I want to see in my bed in the mornings or bringing me coffee for lunch or watching tv in my old t-shirts. It’s only you.”
Shame and anxiety still burned deep in your blood as you felt burning behind your eyes. The anger had fizzled like a campfire under rain, replaced with humiliation settling deep into your stomach. A few tears wet the side of your face, and you avoided what you hoped wasn’t pity on Rafael’s face. “I’m sorry, I know that. I just- I just lost my temper and-”
“Look, I only want you. I want you to know that I only want you.” He brushed away the wetness from your cheekbone with a reassuring smile. He pressed a fleeting kiss to the side of your head as he pulled you into his chest, stroking a heavy hand between your shoulder blades. His woody cologne mingled with the salt of your tears, wrapping around you in comfort.“Let’s take a cab, forget about this bar. If you’re still doubting the way I feel about you, I clearly didn’t get my point across last time.”
You pulled back with a surprised laugh, tightening your grip on the sides of Rafael’s neck. A new heat flushed to your face with the intrigue in Rafael’s eyes, your ego stoked that he still found you desirable in the messy state that you were in. You leaned up, capturing his lips in an impassioned kiss, letting the feel of his stubble and the grip of his fingers wash over you like a wave. A shiver ran through your limbs to your fingertips, goosebumps rising as you felt the edge of his teeth against your lips. A heated gasp went through you as your back hit the nearby wall, feeling the solid line of Rafael’s body slot between your legs and against your chest.
“Let me bring you home, show you exactly how much I want you. Please, hermosa, let me.” His voice was thick and had an edge of desperation that shot heat through your entire body, igniting every edge of your nerves with the brush of his lips to your neck.The lick of power that ran through you at having this man, so powerful and beautiful and respected, begging for the opportunity to bed you sent you reeling. With a nod, you pulled Rafael to the edge of the sidewalk to hail a cab, his hand gripping your waist.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
You’d spent the majority of the cab ride from the bar stroking your thumb on the inside of Rafael’s knee, taking long moments to let your eyes linger on the clenching of his strong hands, the swell of his powerful chest beneath his vest, the slow darkening of his eyes with arousal as you raked your eyes over him. In the elevator ride up to your loft, his fingers trailed teasingly along the bottom of your sweater, sneaking underneath to rub at the skin of your hip with fleeting touches that ran heat up your spine and between your legs. You felt yourself wanting to push him back against the mirrored wall of the elevator, to go down to your knees and to hear your name echoing from his lips as you sucked him, but kept your face falsely neutral. This was part of the game, of him letting you know how much he wanted you, how he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You felt your face flush with the intimacy of the touches, his eyes glinting at your suppressed smile.
By the time you’d reached the entrance of your studio apartment, the buzz of your earlier tequila drinks had worn off in favor of the thrill of Rafael’s touch skating up under your shirt, fingers trailing beneath your clothed breast. As quickly as your jacket slid to the floor, your back was pressed solidly against the entryway wall, your hair pushed to the side to let your boyfriend suck slow kisses into the column of your throat. The nick of his teeth against the cord of your throat let a soft sound rise from your chest, your head falling back to knock against the wall.
Stepping away to remove his trenchcoat, Rafael took a brief moment to admire your panting frame, your cheeks flushed high with want and warmth. His tone was breathy, but serious as he hung up his jacket and vest.“You’re sure that you’re in the mood? I can always bring out some wine, put on that Bermuda Triangle documentary you’ve been wanting to watch.”
His words were sweet, but you could still see the heat burning in his eyes, even as he stood carefully away from you as he awaited your answer. You smiled as you stepped forward, fingers stroking the bulge in his black trousers, a rush of confidence coming from the deep groan he let into the air. “As lovely as that sounds, I think I’ll save that for after I ride you until the neighbors complain about the noise.”
“Your noises or mine, cariño?” He taunted as he pulled your sweater over your head, his hands finding your breasts with a delicate squeeze as you pulled him by the tie towards your bed in the further corner of your studio. His thumbs rubbed against the ridge of your nipple through the thin bra, your bitten lip barely containing your groan. His lips found yours again quickly, swallowing up the breathy noises you made.
“Why don’t we see who makes them come knocking first?” You grinned as pulled firmly at the back of his hair, letting a groan rumble against the seam of your lips. A swell of pride rose in your chest as you pushed Rafael back against the mattress, making quick work of his buttons as you let your ass fall firmly onto the bulge in his pants. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers indenting your pants with their firm hold. He brought his left hand between your thighs, letting his thumb rub idly against you through your pants as your movements on his buttons stuttered.
You steadied yourself against Rafael with a hand on his shoulder, rushing to remove your bra with the other hand to feel your skin against him. Your fingers stuttered over the clasp repeatedly, your head falling back at the pleasure that pooled between your legs. An easy smirk graced his handsome features at the stuttered breath you let in at the work of his fingers, sitting up at the waist to pull your breasts against his chest and rub between your legs more firmly. “Getting distracted over there, hermosa?”
The pet name brought a groan from your throat, wetness pooling in your cunt from his deep voice laced with arousal. Rafael’s pressed white button-up hung loosely off his shoulders, and you pushed the rest off with a renewed need to get your hands on his bare chest. His tan skin stretched over a strong chest and corded shoulders that held you firmly, dark chest hair brushed across your skin. You ran your hands down his pecs to run your nails across his stomach near the buckle of his belt, relishing in the shiver that ran through him.
Your tongue licked into his mouth with a moan, bringing one hand to the back of his head to thread your fingers through his salt and peppered hair while your hips moved against his covered cock. The hand over your pants faltered as he pulled away from your kiss, letting you get a look at his wide-blown pupils before he took his teeth to your neck with a moan.“Who’s distracted now, huh?”
You rolled to the side to shimmy out of your cotton pants, taking care to stretch your back to give Rafael a view of the curve of your ass as you turned. He pulled himself to the head of the bed, one hand stroking firmly against his hard cock over his trousers while he held the other near his kiss-swollen mouth. You felt a pang of wetness between your thighs at his lidded gaze, his eyes following each curve of your body like it was a melody he yearned to play. You leaned forward toward Rafael, your hair tumbling over the swell of your breasts as you climbed on top of him. His hands quickly moved back to slide along your body, one pinching your nipple while the other slid underneath the purple lace between your legs, dipping his fingers into the wetness there.
Rafael groaned as you ground your cunt against his hand, letting you seek your pleasure from his steady hand. The hand at your breast lowered to unbutton his trousers, his cock peeking from the edges of his dark briefs. “God, cariño, you're always so wet for me. You like my fingers on you?”
You stuttered out a breath as Rafael’s fingers dipped inside you, the palm of his hand rubbing gently against your clit as he stroked inside of you. The rolling pleasure from both areas of contact had sweat building on your chest, a moan coming high in your throat when you tried to answer. “F-fuck, yes, Raf, just like that. God…so good.”
Your breathy words spurred him on, adding another finger to your pussy. You gathered some composure, gripping your nails into Rafael’s shoulder with pleasure while your other hand went to stroke his thick cock. His rewarding moan was well worth the effort it took to keep a clear head as his fingers massaged inside you, bringing you rapidly to a crest of rising pleasure. Your legs shook even as you brought your hand up in a stroke, tightening your grip around the head in the way you knew made his eyes roll back. Precum dripped from the tip of his cock, slicking the way for your fingers to work faster, to make him feel as good as he was making you feel.
“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’ll be gone before I even get to fuck you.”
He groaned out your name as he flipped you onto your back, moving your hand from his cock as he moved his thumb to rub firm circles against your clit.You threw your head back in pleasure from his show of strength, his forearms and biceps flexing enticingly each time he drove his fingers into you. The fingers of Rafael’s other hand gripped your ass, bringing your hips up to his hand as he kissed his way down your neck and breasts. He murmured praises of ‘beautiful’ and ‘mine’ that made your blood soar, pleasure cresting low in your stomach as your breath quickened. Your moans pitched, your nails digging into Rafael’s shoulder letting him know you were close. He breathed out a few words of Spanish, letting his teeth sink hard into the junction of your neck as you reached your high. His name slipped loudly from your lips before you bit down on your lip, shaking in his arms as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm.
Your gaze was blurry with pleasurable tears when you faced Rafael, bringing his lips to yours in a messy kiss before sneaking off to the washroom for a glass of water. When you re-emerged from the bathroom with a half-drunk glass of water, Rafael was on his back with a hand wrapped lazily around himself, his cock jumping when he caught sight of your flushed face and the growing bruise on your neck. You crawled atop your boyfriend, letting the wetness of your release drag teasingly over the length of his cock. Rafael’s hair was tousled, strands hanging enticingly in front of his eyes as he gazed hungrily at your body. He looked delectable, sweat edging along the edges of his brow and his cock glistening when it peaked above his fingers. He looked at you like a parched man drinking in the sight of an oasis, like you were anything and everything he needed at that moment. You wanted to see just how far he would go to have you.
Testing your luck, you edged your fingers along the edges of Rafael’s arms, guiding them above his head. His eyes were curious as he followed your lead, raising his muscled arms above his head for you to wrap a hand around his wrists. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he readjusted himself as he raised a teasing eyebrow at you “Want to have me at your mercy, hermosa?”
What had started as a fleeting idea now struck a new wave of arousal over you as you gazed down at the powerful man underneath you, his eyes soft and filled with hot desire. God, he was everything you’d ever wanted presented beautifully between your legs, gazing at you like he wanted to devour you. An idea picked at the corner of your mind, sending a coy smile across your face as you draped your body over Rafael’s chest.
“Tell me.” Rafael looked at you with confusion now, readjusting his hands above his head. His tongue came out to wet his lips. He was usually the one making demands in bed, bending you to his will for both your pleasure. You felt it might be time to turn the tables. “Keep your hands there, and tell me you want to fuck me, only me.”
Your words were shakier than you’d wanted them to be, revealing your anxieties about taking control in this way for the first time. However, Rafael quickly relaxed under your touch, a new degree of interest entering his gaze at this undiscovered side of you. He looked you in the eyes as he groaned what you had asked. “God, I want to fuck you, more than anything.”
“I think you can do better than that.” You teased, licking a long stripe along the side of his neck up to his ear. The words felt foreign in your mouth, but you were encouraged by the twitch of his cock against you as he gasped lightly. He looked up at you with a playful glimmer in his eye, a little smirk playing on his lips.
“Are you asking me to beg?”
The words sent a blazing heat to your cunt, swallowing heavily at his words. Rafael’s eyes lit up in a similar way as when he was cross-examining someone in court, when they gave him the inch of leverage that he could stretch a mile. The proud look he got when he had someone exactly where he wanted them.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you cariño. Me, begging for your pussy like it’s the only thing I’ve ever needed in my life.” it was a statement more than a question, and fuck, the confidence he exuded even when he was under you like this had your head spinning with heady arousal. His words rumbled in your chest, urging another movement of your hips against his cock.
“Only if you want your cock inside me at any point tonight.” The words sounded hollow in your throat, undermined by the breathiness of your voice, you pressed against him again to quell off any embarrassment you felt. He grinned like he knew exactly what his words were doing to you, but let himself play the role you’d assigned him for now. If part of you wanted to try something, all of him wanted to comply, to fulfill your every desire.
“God, you look so beautiful like this. Please, please let me inside you. Let me get you off how I know you like hermosa. Please.” Even though you had a feeling he intentionally raised the whininess in his voice, the breathy tones still sent pangs of pleasure to your cunt. You gasped as the words left his mouth, pressing a desperate kiss to Rafael’s lips as you lined up his cock.
Your eyes slipped shut as you eased onto Rafael’s cock, the ridges of the head stroking the sweetest places inside of you that caused stuttered moans to fall from your lips. You ran the flat of your palm up Rafael’s chest, cupping the side of his cheek as you drove his cock into you. Rafael cursed as you seated yourself on his lap, your head thrown back in ecstasy at being filled, at being fucked. His hands shook above his head with the desire to touch you. He keened as you shifted his full length inside you, circling your hips to adjust to him.
You looked down at him between your thighs, flushed high on his cheeks with nothing capturing his attention but your body moving above him on his cock. Each swivel of your hips pushed his cock firmly into that spot that made you see stars and pushed deep, moaning praises from his throat. You reveled in the fact that no one else could see him like this, could make him moan and beg under them like this.
“God, everyone wants you like this and it’s just me that can have you. Just me that makes you feel this good, right baby? They all wish they could have your cock stretching them like this.” You babbled as your thoughts were overwhelmed with pleasure. You knew you sounded half mad, but you were too far gone to notice, relishing in the pleasure deep in your cunt.
“Fuck!” Rafael, moaned your name, finally moving his hands from above his head to bruisingly grab your hips. He raised his knees behind your back to gain leverage to roll his hips into you deep and steady, moans stuttering from your throat with every thrust that sent his cock deep inside you.
“So sexy, keep making those pretty noises for me, please.” Rafael’s words were near ravenous and you were glad you weren’t the only one overwhelmed with pleasure, desperately voicing every dirty thought that came to your mind when you looked at the man in front of you. Rafae’s grip along the curve of your waist allowed him to get the leverage to pull you down hard onto his cock
“Aah, fuck, please, Rafael, I-I’m gonna—d-don’t stop.” You didn’t know if you meant him pulling you down hard onto his cock or the filthy words that sent heat reeling through your body.
“God,” one of Rafael’s hands slid up to grasp your breast tightly, your nipple brushing the calloused skin of his fingers and had fire licking up your spine. His eyes were wild as he drank in the sight of you crying out on his cock, your fingers reaching to circle your clit as he pulled you against him. His tone was pinched and loud, ragged with his heavy breathing.“I want you to come, on my cock, right now. Please, cariño, give it to me.”
“Raf, God, you’re making me-fuck, yes” You felt tears brim the edge of your eyes as your pleasure climbed to something primal, each rub of your clit, every brush of Rafael’s hands against you setting you aflame until you felt yourself collapsing around him with a cry of his name. He slowed, but never stopped, his movements as he rocked you against him through your orgasm, soothing the shivers of your body with his warm hands. You panted as he came down from your second high of the night, your legs shook with the effort to remain upright.
“God, you’re killing me. Please, let me come inside you, fill you, I need-” you cracked your eyes to capture Rafael’s expression, lips parted around a moan when you moved your hands to grip at his hair. Hardly trusting your words, you nodded in your agreement with a whispered plea to ‘do it, please, come for me’. Rafael’s body went taut for a heartbeat, driving himself hard into a last few times as he came. His eyes clenched shut, his hands gripping your hips as he mumbled out praise.
Catching your breath, you rolled off of the bed to grab a towel, taking a moment to wipe yourself off before jumping back onto the moderately clean sheets, taking a moment to admire your boyfriend in his post-sex haze. This could be one of your favorite versions of Rafael, limbless and content, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as you regained your breath together. You pressed a kiss to his chest as you wrapped your arm around him, whatever insecurities you had been feeling before was long extinguished by the solidness of Rafael underneath you, his ragged breathing and the ache between your legs as proof of your mutual want.
You lay in silence for a few moments, his fingers carding through your hair before he spoke. He pulled his head back to look you in the eyes, stroking a soft hand across the back of your head. “Will you promise me that, next time you are feeling the way you did at the bar, you’ll let me know instead of storming off. That way, we can talk it through and maybe have a repeat of this, instead of you feeling awful because your mind likes to tell you lies.”
You gave a chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth with your smiling lips. “Sounds like we’ve reached a deal, Counselor.”
He let out a rueful groan, pulling you tighter into his chest as you giggled. “Call me that again and I’ll be rescinding my offer.”
“Understood…Counselor.” you whispered, avoiding his playfully stern gaze by heading to the kitchen to get that wine he had promised you.
#law and order svu#law and order special victims unit#rafael barba#rafael barba x reader#rafael barba x you#raul esparza#venus writes
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Little Things
Sonny Carisi x Fem!Reader
a/n: I’m like really sad and in my feelings so y’all know I gotta write my feelings out.
Warnings: just slight angst, relationship problems and some light arguing.
Sonny let out a deep huff as he watched you pack your suitcase. “Please, don’t do this, (y/n). I’m sorry! How many times do I have to apologize?” He pleaded.
“When you actually start to mean it, Sonny.” You sniffled and continued to hustle around your shared bedroom. Finding things to pack up in your medium sized suitcase.
You were honestly just packing up for a few days and staying with your sister in Staten Island but still you knew it was gonna be tough for both of you. You really didn’t want to be doing this but you needed a break. Both of you did.
“Please, (y/n) … I’m sure our reservations are still good. I’m sorry...” Sonny continued to beg.
“They’re not. It took me months to even get those.” You said coldly, trying to hold back emotions.
You wanted to forgive him but how could you? This was your anniversary dinner that you and him had been planning for the past seven months. But, like the workaholic Sonny is, he completely forgot and picked up an extra shift. You knew if you had said no to him picking up the shift and reminding him, he would’ve gone. Key word: reminding him. You were constantly reminding him. Reminding him about dates and even small things like picking something up. You tried to forget those but your anniversary dinner? That was almost unforgivable. You shouldn’t have had to remind him about your anniversary. It was his marriage too.
Sonny began to plead again, “I’m sorr- “
“Shut up!” You snapped.
Sonny paused. His mouth slightly agape. He never heard you snap at him like that. He was in absolute shock.
“If you were sorry, you would’ve remembered Sonny. If you cared enough, you would’ve put a reminder on your phone. You put reminders for everything else in your life, work, friends, I mean for God’s sake you had a reminder for Amanda’s birthday!” You cried. “It’s almost like you’re married to her sometimes...”
“You know that’s not true...” Sonny replied.
“What else am I supposed to think? It’s the little things, Sonny! This is starting to feel like the loneliest marriage.” You said as you zipped up your suitcase.
“Where are you going?” Sonny asked, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he followed you to the door of your apartment.
“I’m going to my sister’s back in Staten Island. I really need a few days. I’ll be back Sunday.” You looked at him as you opened the door.
“Please, just text me when you get there so I know you made it there safely. Please…” He said as he stared at you with those beautiful baby blue eyes of his.
“Okay.” You sighed. “One thing though…” you paused as you grabbed Sonny’s hand and opened up his palm. He looked at you confused. You put it in his palm and closed it back up.
Sonny opened it and saw your wedding ring. Worry immediately colored his face.
“You keep that while you really think about how much this marriage really means to you.” You said before you kissed his cheek and said goodbye.
Sonny’s heart dropped to his stomach when the door closed. Truthfully, he wanted to open the door and chase you, beg you, anything to get you to come back but he knew it was far too late for that. He knew you needed this, he felt horrible thinking about how upset he made you. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the closed door momentarily. How could you guys come back from this?
Sonny walked over to the couch and laid down face first. He hoped maybe if he closed his eyes he could wake up back to this morning and really change things. He slowly lifted his head when he felt his phone vibrate.
“Want to join us at Forlini’s??? :)” Amanda said in a text message along with a selfie of her and the squad.
Sonny contemplated, wondering if he should stay home and wallow in self pity or go try to take his mind off of this shitty evening. He could use a few shots. Also maybe he could get some womanly advice from Amanda and Olivia. Sonny stood up grabbed his coat, house keys and took off.
“There he is.” Amanda said as Sonny walked over to the bar and sat down.
“Hey, guys.” Sonny muttered greeting Fin, Amanda and Olivia.
“God, you look rough!” Amanda noticed how disheveled Sonny’s hair was and how bloodshot his eyes were.
Sonny could feel the tears welling up again. “(y/n) left me...” as he put his hand over his face wiping his tears.
Sonny could quickly see how fast everyone’s expressions changed.
“What??” Amanda asked in complete shock., “Oh my god, what happened?”
“Bartender, get this man some whiskey!” Fin shouted to the bartender.
“What happened, Carisi? Last time I heard, you and (y/n) were doing good?” Olivia asked.
“Yeah, I thought so too…” Sonny said before he downed the shot of whiskey. “Well, we’ve all been busy with this huge case, and I completely forgot about our anniversary. She had gotten us reservations at this really nice French restaurant she’s been dying to try...”
“Your anniversary? Sonny, how the hell did you forget that?” Amanda griped.
“Can’t say I blame her.” Olivia agreed as she took a sip of her wine.
“Okay, I know.” Sonny said frustrated, taking another shot. “I fucked up really bad this time.” He groaned.
“Where is she?” Amanda asked.
“She left the apartment and said she was going to her sister’s house over in Staten Island.” Sonny sighed, trying desperately to swallow back the tears. “I’m scared she won’t come back.”
“How many shoes did she take with her?” Fin asked.
Sonny raised his brow in confusion. “The only shoes I saw were the ones on her feet.”
“She’ll come back.” Fin chuckled. “You should be worried when she comes back and takes all the shoes.”
Well, that did give Sonny some peace of mind. You were a shoe fiend. You usually pack at least 4 pairs just on small trips.
Sonny knew he fucked up. He couldn’t even picture losing you. You were his everything. You were there since he went from detective to graduating law school and to where he is now, an assistant district attorney. You were there for him every step of the way. He had to fix this. He needed to make it right.
Amanda and Olivia looked at each other and smiled. Somehow telepathically communicating that they had the same idea.
“Look, we’re all gonna help you win her back cause frankly, none of us want to find you crawled up in a ball inside one of the filing rooms on Monday.” Amanda chuckled to Sonny.
“And you know I don’t like comforting people.” Fin said, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his drink.
“Oh, we both know that’s not true!” Olivia retorted.
“Hey, we don’t need to go spilling all of my secrets!” Fin grinned.
“Okay, so here’s the plan...” Amanda began. Explaining the perfect idea, she had to the squad.
Sonny couldn’t help but smile. He felt that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. He really loved his squad.
….
It was finally Sunday morning. You walked up to your shared apartment with your husband and unlocked it with your keys. It was about 8 am and you expected Sonny to be asleep still or just waking up.
“Sonny?” You called out. “I’m home.” Your eyebrow raised in confusion when you didn’t get a reply back. “Okay, then.” You mumbled quietly as you placed your bags on the couch.
‘At least he kept the place clean.’ You thought to yourself as you walked across the apartment to the bedroom. You opened the door and much to your surprise your husband wasn’t there, and the bed was made perfectly… Except for the tiny card paired with a white rose sitting on the bed.
Dear, (y/n)
I did a lot of thinking this weekend in your absence. It has been the loneliest. I want you to play a scavenger hunt. There are three more roses I want you to collect with hints. At the end we will be reunited. You ready?
First clue is: The place we laid eyes on each other.
‘Well at least the first clue was easy.’ You smiled as you turned around to get ready for what lies ahead of you for today.
You thanked the driver as you exited the taxi. You were outside of the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office. The place you and Sonny had first met. You were working as Barba’s assistant at the time. You remember that day very clearly. As cheesy as it sounds it really was like love at first sight.
“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice shout. You turned around and saw Fin.
“Fin?” You chuckled as you walked over to him.
“It took you long enough. This is the next clue.” Fin smiled as he handed you an identical paper card and another white rose.
“Are you all involved in this?” You questioned fin.
“Read the damn card. I’m not spoiling anything!” Fin answered.
Woohoo! You got the first clue!
Okay, where did we have our first date?
“He’s lucky I got cab money!” You laughed as you said goodbye to Fin headed onto your next destination. Central Park. You were in deep thought the entire taxi drive to Central Park. You guys almost walked around and hung out at the park that whole date. Where exactly was he thinking?
When you arrived at your destination you strolled around trying to repeat the steps you took that date. You were probably walking around Central Park for about thirty minutes now. Where did he mean?
It was when you walked by a younger couple exchanging a chaste kiss when the lightbulb lit up. The place you two had your first kiss! That was one of the many things that was special about Sonny. He was the first guy you ever kissed on a first date. You had a rule about kissing on the first date and he was the exception. There was just something special that first date that you hadn’t felt before.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you made it to the location. The Bow Bridge. There was just something so romantic about this bridge whether it be the beautiful trees, the lake or just the whole vibe of the spot in general.
“Olivia? Noah?” You called out when you saw Liv and her son Noah looking out over the bridge together.
“Finally, you made it! We’ve been waiting forever.” Noah said as he jumped in excitement.
“Is that so?” You smiled at the excited little boy. “Liv, does he really have all of you involved in this?” You questioned.
“All I can tell you is that you found the other clue.” Olivia smiled as she handed you another card and white rose.
You shook your head with a tiny grin as you opened up the card.
My Love,
You are so close to finding me!
Next clue is where did we confess our love?
“Oh, no way!” You sighed to Olivia already knowing exactly where this was.
“You’re almost done.” She smiled to you.
“Go find him!!! Gooooo!!” Noah shouted as you turned to leave.
“I will!” You said walking away.
This was an easy one. How could you forget? You decided to walk this time to the next spot. New York City was so beautiful. You couldn’t have imagined having the life you have now seven years ago. Your job, your friends, and importantly, Sonny. Maybe you were too hard on him. Sonny is an amazing guy. He was your first healthy relationship. He’s the first person who ever showed true unconditional pure love.
It was when you saw the familiar blonde ahead of you when you made it to your next clue. The front of your old apartment complex. The place you lived up until you and Sonny were engaged.
“Amanda?” You called out.
“(y/n)!” Amanda said as she brought you into a deep hug. “It’s been a while.” She said, smiling at you.
You felt bad for being jealous of Amanda at times. She was always good to you.
“Manda, it’s good to see you.” You hugged her back. “Are you the last clue before I see my darling husband?” You chuckled.
“Almost.” Amanda said as she pulled out the paper card and white rose.
“You know I’m getting tired of running around this city with all these roses!” You said as you opened the card to read.
You did it!!!
Now, one last spot.
You mentioned this on one of our first dates.
One activity in New York, You dreamed of doing when you were a little girl.
‘He’s so sweet...’ You thought as you stared at the card, you could feel your eyes water up.
“He really loves you, (y/n).” Amanda smiled at you as she looked at the emotion in your face.
“I know...” You said softly as you held the roses closer to your chest.
“Then go to him.” Amanda said as he gave you one last hug. “Go!” She motioned.
“Thank you, Amanda.” You said turning around. Jogging down the busy sidewalk. You knew this wasn’t far.
When you were a little girl, you dreamed of going on a carriage ride around Manhattan. Cheesy, yes. But you were a little girl living in a tiny town. They didn’t have anything like that in your hometown. It was something fantasized about riding around with your Prince Charming. You could feel the tears running down your cheeks.
You started to slow your pace as you saw him. It was a busy street, but you couldn’t miss him. He was so beautiful. Standing there, almost glowing from the bright lights in his favorite suit with an enormous bouquet of white roses and next to him was a horse carriage.
“Sonny!” You shouted! Not caring who was annoyed by your shouting.
“(y/n)!” He shouted back, smiling from ear to ear.
You ran into his arms; you hugged him as tight as you could.
“You found me! I knew you would.” Sonny hugged you back gently, you could tell he was trying to harm the bouquet in his arms.
“I’m sorry Sonny.” You said crying into his chest.
“What? My love, don’t apologize. Never apologize. You woke me up.”
“Huh?” You looked up at your husband confused.
Sonny held his hand to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You made me realize how lucky I was to have you. You supported me when I was a detective, I couldn’t have gotten through law school without you. You have given me a reason to wake up every single morning. You are my beautiful wife, and I couldn’t have been blessed with anyone better.”
“Sonny...” you sniffled.
“I got you white roses because I know they’re your favorites, and I got you three for every amazing year we’ve spent together and these...” Sonny said, handing you the large bouquet. “For many more years we will spend together.” Sonny planted a deep but sweet kiss onto your lips, holding your face in his hands.
“I love you so much.” You smiled at him.
“I love you twice as much.” He smiled back. “Now, I won’t take all of the credit. The squad did help.” Sonny chuckled.
“You still made it all happen, my love.” You said.
“Oh, we can’t forget this!” Sonny said as he pulled your ring out of his pocket and placed it on your finger.
“Did you clean it? It looks so shiny.” You asked admiring your gorgeous ring.
“I did. I remember you were talking about getting it cleaned.” Sonny smiled and kissed your hand. “Still not as beautiful as you.”
You laid a soft kiss on his cheek. “Now, let’s get on this carriage!!” You jumped in excitement.
Sonny couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful you were when you were happy. He watched as you began to climb into the carriage. He was so damn lucky.
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Opposing Counsel Masterlist
Rafael Barba x fem!reader
Summary: Rafael's out in Manhattan trying to escape the legal world of the city for a little bit when he meets y/n in a bar. They connect instantly and Rafael decides to be bold, inviting her home with him despite not even exchanging last names. After a night of mind blowing sex, they both find themselves surprised the next morning when they run into each other on opposite sides of a case.
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154 notes - Posted August 26, 2022
#4
5 times Sonny tried to propose
Sonny Carisi knew he wanted to marry you within a month of knowing you. Your first date was adorably perfect, ending with the most tender of kisses, a week full of texting and midnight phone calls before your next one, your schedules were a little wonky due to his detective work and your work as a nurse.
The first time you meet the Carisi clan he’s smitten, he knows, his Dad knows, his sisters are already teasing him about ring shopping and his Mom’s already asking when she’s going to get some more grandkids
The first time he tries to propose, he’s cooked your favourite, most elaborate dinner for the two you, there’s candles on the table, a soft jazz playlist playing through the apartment, a trail of rose petals leading down to the bedroom, a heart made out of them on the bed. He’s got the biggest speech all planned out and ready to go, though he’s nervous as FUCK about it. He’s nervously pacing back and fourth through the kitchen, knowing that you’re about to come through the door any minute. He jumps a half a foot when his phone goes off, you’re on the other end, apologizing, saying you’re going to miss dinner, a mass casualty came in and it’s all hands on deck at the hospital. It’s not long after that his phone goes off again, Liv calling the squad in to help out on the law side of things. He leaves dinner in the oven (turned off of course) and scrambles to get rid of all the rose petals. He ends up sleeping at the precinct that night. When you finally collapse into bed you find a solo petal half shoved under the pillow and are confused, but toss it aside and completely forget.
The second time he tried was Christmas. He kept glaring at Bella for constantly dropping hints, asking you about wedding dresses, venues, what your dream ceremony would be like, she even had you on Pinterest oo-ing and aweing over things, but you figured she just wanted your opinion on her own upcoming nuptials. Finally, you had a moment to escape, a moment to yourselves as everyone gathered in the living room for presents and christmas movies. Sonny pulled you out onto the back porch where the snow was gently falling and everything seemed perfect. You were wrapped in his arms, nuzzling deeper into him, murmuring how much you loved him, wishing every moment could be like this. He kissed you softly on the head, cupping your cheek as he starts to pour his heart out to you, how much he adores you and loves every second he gets to spend with you. His free hand is in his pocket, toying with the ring box, his heart thundering in his chest about to bend down on one knee when a very loud “UNCLE SONNY” breaks the moment when one of his nieces comes racing outside, he thinks he can manage to save it, nodding enthusiastically about how cool her toy is….but then she goes a little green from too much candy and pukes all over his shoes. He knows then any kind of proposal is off the table for tonight.
The third time Sonny manages to actually get Valentine’s Day off work, he’s elated when you’re 100% off guaranteed no call ins and books a reservation at the expensive, romantic Italian restaurant you shared your first date at. You’re so smitten in love with each other and look just like the rest of the love sick couples in the joint as you share appetizers and sip at pricy wine. An eruption of squeals and small applause disrupts your evening, glancing across the restaurant, you witness a couple with the man down on his knee and the girl in tears. First Sonny huff’s in annoyance at the idea of a proposal being in your head now, he then pales at the way you scoff, rolling your eyes and mentioning how cringe worthy it is when people propose on valentines. You joke that you’re so happy he knows you better and would never do such a thing, kissing his cheek softly. He’s more glad than ever in that moment that the ring was waiting at home and he hadn’t been dumb enough to have a waiter put it in the dessert or anything.
Sonny’s basically given up at this point, every time he tries to put any amount of effort in, it gets thwarted. Even regular date night at this point seem to get ruined by work, but you’re happier than ever just to return to your shared apartment and get to snuggle up with him at the end of the day and know that he loves you. It’s a warm spring day, you let him sleep in a bit while you made a simple breakfast, the smell of coffee and the fresh air flowing through the apartment rousing him from his sleep.
You kiss him on the cheek, murmuring out a good morning and an I love you, sliding him his coffee, served perfectly how he likes it and he smiles at the utter domesticity of the entire thing, watching you plate up fruity pancakes and bacon. While he’s practically scarfing down the food he can feel your eyes on him, pausing to glance up, asking you what.
In truth, you can’t help but stare at him, the sun’s streaking through the room, highlighting the silvery of his hair that you love so much, making those baby blue eyes shine brighter than ever. And in that moment you can’t think of anything but the love you hold for your boyfriend.
“Nothin.” You reply, taking a small sip of coffee, “just thinkin’ about how much I wanna marry you. Feels kinda lame to say it here…and untraditional…I don’t have a ring or anything, but if you’d marry me, I’d be the happiest woman in the world.”
Sonny just about breaks his face with how big he’s smiling, stumbling off the kitchen stool, and your instantly confused, calling after him as he races down the hall, you’re worried you’ve freaked him out, or he ate too much too fast. You’re pleasantly surprised when he returns with a small box, saying he wants nothing more than to be your husband.
The day ends in happy tears, a lot of laughter, sore sides from laughing over how many times the two of you were too blinded by love to even realize the other was trying to ask.
156 notes - Posted April 21, 2022
#3
Lifesaver
Sonny Carisi x fem!reader
Warnings: minor language, fluff otherwise.
Sonny had just stepped off the elevator on his floor, his detective instincts still turned on for the day since he had barely made it to his apartment door. Something was definitely burning, and after a brief pause he could hear the beeping of a smoke alarm going off a few doors down. He jogged the few steps to the offending door, knocking louder than he originally intended. He heard a scuffling inside for a few seconds, the sound of a patio door being slid open before the door got pulled open. Your eyes flashed to his badge, your frazzled brain not completely realizing the situation.
“Oh fuck, someone called the cops!?”
“Nah.” He chuckled, a grin spreading across his face as you glanced up to it.
“Wait…you live down the hall…Sonny, right?”
“Yeah. Hate ta admit I don’t think I ever got your name, I just know ya have that adorable cocker spaniel.” His head glanced around the apartment briefly, searching for the dog. He had to admit, the excuse of getting to pet/talk to the pup was always a more than welcome excuse to share a few words with you when you ran into each other in the hallway or shared an elevator. He’d always thought you were cute, he just never seemed to have the ideal time to step in and properly introduce himself and a little flirtation.
“Oh,” you laughed, “she’s not mine, I just walk Pepper for Ms Harrison once it’s too cold or icy, she’s got a bad hip. And it’s Y/N…” you extended a hand that he took to shake, probably lingering a little too long, but enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his. You both jumped when the smoke alarm started screeching again, you gave an annoyed sigh and Sonny could see the hint of frustration tears in the corners of your eyes as you whipped the tea towel off your shoulder, turning back to the device to attempt to get the smoke away from it.
“Doll I got it.” He stepped past you into the apartment, missing the way you flushed at the nickname. “Nothin’s actually on fire, right?”
“Aside from my disastrous life, no.”
Chuckling, he easily reached up to the ceiling, popping the detector off its base and plucking the battery out, relieving both of your ears of the horrendous noise while the remaining bits of smoke were sucked out the balcony door.
“There. Just make sure ta put the battery back in once the room’s cleared.”
“Thanks.” You gave a downtrodden sigh, muttering out a ‘fuck’ as you turned back to the kitchen.
“What happened?” He asked out of general curiosity. It was clear you were either on your way out, or had company coming, adorned in a cute classic red cocktail dress, with a perfect red lip to match.
“I had music going while I was getting ready, I didn’t hear the timer and…” your hand swung towards the stove, where your sweet potato casserole seemed fine except for the completely blackened marshmallows on top. “I’m supposed to be at my sister’s place in twenty minutes, there’s no way I’ll have time to remake it.” Surprisingly to you, Sonny moved into the kitchen, picking at one of the crispy marshmallows, he grabbed a spoon sitting on the counter and easily scooped a few off, dropping them onto a paper towel.
“This is totally salvageable! Do ya have more marshmallows?”
“Yeah.” You glanced at your watch, “I just don’t think I’ve got time to bake it again, besides, then the sweet potato’ll be overcooked.”
“Just trust me…okay?” He grinned at you and you practically swooned, “grab a spoon.” The two of you delicately scooped up all the burnt treats off the top of the dish, picking out any black flakes that dropped into the casserole. “There, see? Just like new.” You felt your cheeks heat again at the smile he gave you, suddenly aware of how close you were to each other. “Put a fresh layer of marshmallows on, I’ll be right back!”
“What? Sonny!” Before the words were even out of your mouth he was through the door, knowing you were in a time crunch.
You gave a sigh, if everything went horribly with dinner you’d at least be able to say you had a prolonged interaction with your super cute neighbour. You grabbed the bag of marshmallows from the cupboard, daintily placing them along the top of the casserole, praying whatever Sonny had in mind would work out. He shortly ducked through the door, right as your plopped the last marshmallow into its place.
“Is that a blow torch? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” He laughed at your question.
“It’s a butane torch, it’s the same thing they use on crème brûlée’s.”
“What? You a pastry chef when you’re not busy arresting crooks? Or do you have some weird pyromaniac kink I should be worried about?” Sonny let out a bark of a laugh at your teasing.
“I like ta dabble with things in the kitchen, took a few fine dining cookin’ classes over the years. Just somethin’ different than every day life.” He fired up the torch, carefully and slowly going over the top layer of the dish, successfully browning the marshmallows to a perfect golden without over cooking the lower layers.
“You are a life saver!!” You beamed over at him as he flicked off the torch, “thank you so much! Seriously…you just made my night one hell of a lot better.”
“No problem.” He shot you a grin, “now you’re free to head downstairs an’ meet whatever date I’m sure is waiting for you.”
“Sonny,” you snorted, “I told you I’m going to my sisters, the only date that’s going to come up is the fact that I don’t have one.”
“Oh…I guess I just…assumed..” he gestured toward your appearance, causing you to laugh.
“A girl can’t feel festive over the holidays?” You teased, “But no…I am…single as they come…” your phone buzzed, interrupting any further flirtation you were able to indulge in, “that’s my ride, I’ve gotta get going.” You quickly wrapped saran over the top of the dish, grabbing your keys as you shoved your phone into your purse. “Thank you….really.” You squeezed Sonny’s hand and gave him a soft smile that he nearly melted into before jumping back into go mode.
“Hey, let me put this back up for ya, so you don’t hafta drag a chair over.” His hands grabbed the smoke detector as you crossed the room to close and latch the balcony door.
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168 notes - Posted April 21, 2022
#2
New Year’s Treat
Derek Morgan x fem!reader
Warnings: language, smut, the regular sass.
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A/N: pardon any errors/typos, I did not edit…
You weren’t honestly too surprised when your phone rang mid morning December 31st, despite having plans with your boyfriend, you knew his job and the hectic schedule that came with it. But that didn’t stop you from letting out a soft sigh as you moved through the room to pick it up,
“Hi handsome.”
“Baby girl…I am so sorry…” he started and you chuckled,
“You’ve gotta stay another day?”
“We just busted them, there’s mountains of paperwork to do still, I just don’t think I’ll be home in time for dinner.”
“That’s okay.” You smiled into your phone, “New Year’s is a lame holiday anyways.”
“I’ll make it up to you once I’m home baby, I promise.”
“Oh I know you will.” You let out a little laugh, “now don’t you work too hard, it is a holiday after all.”
“And how about you go out tonight? I know Amber was practically begging for a girl’s night or some shit?”
“Yeah.” You laughed, “she really was, she’s on the list for some club for tonight, wants to feel all fancy and special.” You nearly scoffed, “but I guess it could be fun.”
“You really hate going out on major holidays don’t you?” Derek teased and you laughed again with a roll of your eyes.
“You know…Agent Morgan, you have an awful habit of profiling over the phone.”
“Baby, I just want to make sure you have a good night.” He replied back with a laugh and you smiled.
“I will.” You assured him, “you said no to dinner, any chance you’ll be home by midnight? I think I deserve my new year’s kiss at the least…”
“If I do not make it for midnight, I will be able to kiss you awake for the new year, how about that?”
“Sounds perfect baby.” You smiled, dropping back onto your bed with a soft sigh.
“I’ll see you soon?” He asked, and you could practically picture the scrunched eyebrow, causing you to giggle.
“You will. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Stay safe.”
“Always.” He assured you, a grin in his voice before he hung up and you let out a happy sigh, flicking through your phone to text your friends about what the plan was for tonight.
**
Derek let out a small chuckle at the state of the walk in closet when he got home that night, shoes strewn basically everywhere, you clearly hadn’t been able to pick which ones for the evening. He tossed the clothes from his go back into the laundry, stripping out of the ones he was wearing before stepping into the shower, washing away the thoughts of the case. Properly refreshed, he dried himself off and tugged on a pair of sweatpants before padding out to the open part of the apartment, grabbing a beer from the fridge. You were out having a good time, he may as well get a drink or two in to ring in the new year.
He couldn’t help but smirk at the sound of keys in the lock not long after he’d gotten home, your heels clicking on the hardwood as you moved into the apartment, ridding yourself of your coat as he stood from the couch.
“Well look at you.” He grinned, his eyes dragging up your body, admiring the way the fabric clung to your body in all the right places.
“You like it?” You practically purred, stepping towards him, “I am rather fond of your lack of shirt…” his hands settled on your hips as your palms ran up his chest, linking behind his neck as he leant down to kiss you.
“Thought you might.” He murmured, pulling a chuckle from you.
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554 notes - Posted January 2, 2022
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I Don't Share
Emily Prentiss x fem!reader
Warnings: language, smut, daddy kink, strap on, minor face fucking, cum/"breeding" kink, dirty talk. Yeah, we really ended up going full out for this.. whoops...
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Emily knew that you had wished she’d been home in time tonight, but that you weren’t surprised when she said the case was going to take longer. So you cancelled your dinner reservations and headed out to a local bar with your friends. You kept in touch with you girlfriend as she wrapped work while you devoured a pizza, letting her know where you would be that night, and a rough idea of when you would be home, though you reminded her you couldn’t wait to see her. She gently reminded you that you should enjoy your time out with your people, and that she would be there waiting when you got home.
What you didn’t know was while you were enjoying your drinks, laughing with friends and tossing back shots, Emily had snuck home early, and found her way to a dark corner of the bar you were at. She ordered herself a scotch, settling into the persona she wanted for the evening, leaning back into the high top chair as she watched you flit about your friends, bright smile on your face.
You laughed heavily at a joke one of your friends got through, squeezing at their shoulder before you clinked glasses, sinking back the shots, grimacing but smiling after the burn was done. It wasn’t long after that that your group of girls was infiltrated by a few bros in the bar, eye rolls having to be hidden by present company. You did your best to smile brightly, and honestly, who cared if you lead someone on for a few extra drinks? You played coy, smiling slyly, playing with your hair and giggling a little too girly, accepting the free food and drinks as the flirtation wore on. The guy got a little too close to you, his hand nearly wrapping around your waist and you took a step back, grabbing the free drink from his hand with a light laugh, clinking the glass with his as you feigned friends, but still flirty to keep the group involved.
Across the bar Emily rolled her eyes, letting out a heavy groan at the near pain in your eyes thanks to the idiot attempting to flirt with you. It didn’t take much longer than the second shot that she couldn’t bear it anymore, her plan to surprise you with your friends escaping her. She knew you’d come home to her, you always did, no matter how late, she only hoped you’d keep your wits and end up home before the liquor had turned you into a mess.
**
Emily was in the bedroom, the tv turned on to your usual late night binge when she heard the door click open, the sound of you dropping your keys into the bowl, hanging up your coat and kicking off your shoes. She grinned at the thought of you being home earlier than she expected, you clearly had the same idea in your head that she’d been instilling since her plane landed. She flicked off the tv, turning to a playlist on her phone instead, happy she’d already turned off the main lights, leaving the room in a low glow.
You meandered around the house for a moment, grabbing a glass of water and making sure lights were off, windows were shut and the appropriate things were locked. Finally, you made it to the bedroom, the light from the ensuite flowed into the room and you assumed that’s where Emily was. You plugged in your phone, placed down the glass of water and started to tug off your clothing, bare in your just your underwear when she spoke.
“You pulled quite the stunt tonight sweetheart.” Her voice startled you and you whipped around, eyes widening at the sight of her clad in a black lingerie set, strap already on, cock heavy between her legs.
“What?” Your mouth was suddenly very dry, any thought in your head vanished as all of your desire shot shout, your body tingling. Emily let out a small chuckle, moving through the room until she was directly in front of you, her fingers trailing across your jaw until her thumb and forefinger pinched at your chin.
“Really? You suddenly don’t remember flirting with those idiots at the bar?”
“I.. I didn’t…” you attempted to shake your head and she pinched harder at your chin, letting out a dark chuckle.
“Don’t lie to daddy, sweet thing. I saw you, twirling your hair like a school girl just to get free drinks? I hope it was worth it.”
“It was just innocent flirting.” You pouted and her eyes narrowed for a moment.
“It better have been, because you’re mine. And I don’t share.”
Emily surged toward you, her lips meeting yours in a dominating kiss as her hand sunk around to the back of your head, tightly tugging her to you. Her other arm wound around your body, groping at the globe of your ass, rutting her hips against yours, her cock brushing against your panty clad clit. Your hands loosely looped around her shoulders, fingers beginning to clench into her skin when her tongue slid across your lips, seeking entrance.
You easily accepted her tongue, dancing against it with your own in a very familiar routine, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. You let out a quiet moan into her mouth that she swallowed down with ease, the hand pinching at your ass moved up your body swiftly unclipping your bra, letting it fall to the floor behind you.
“Would you like me to remind you why I don’t need to share?” She murmured against your lips and you nodded feverishly.
“Yes, please daddy.”
“That’s what I thought.” She near growled in response, her hands curving around your chest, groping, brushing her thumbs over your nipples before pinching at them, pulling a low moan from you. “Well… you didn’t misbehave all that much, so I shouldn’t punish you, but why don’t you get daddy’s cock nice and wet for me? I know how much that needy little pussy likes it when I fuck your face.”
It took only a moment for you to drop to your knees, Emily letting out a little chuckle at how eager you were. Her hand caressed your cheek, thumb tracing your lips as they fell open,
“Always my good little girl aren’t you?”
In response you simply smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of her thumb and she laughed softly, her hand dropping from your face to wrap around her cock. She gave the base of it the tiniest squeeze, a bead of lube sneaking out of its tip that she smeared around your open lips with the tip of her cock. You let out a small whine, wanting to be good but also aching for her to stuff you full to the brim. She let out a small tsk, but gave you what you wanted, her cock slipping into your waiting mouth, your lips wrapping around it. She let out a groan as the tip of it hit the back of your throat, her eyes watching the way it bulged in your neck,
“So fucking pretty sweetheart.” She praised and you whimpered in response, shifting up on your knees, bracing yourself against her thighs as she tangled a hand into your hair. “You want daddy to fuck your face?” You nodded once again, drool pooling up in your mouth, nearly about to escape beyond your lips if she didn’t move soon.
You were met with relief as she pulled out of your mouth, leaving the tip in and you let out a gasp of breath, catching as much as you could before she plunged back in, the hand in your hair pushing you all the way down to the base of the toy. She waited a moment, holding your there, listening to the wet sounds of your mouth, sucking and licking around her cock before she began to fuck your mouth. She set a steady pace, nothing too rough, just enough to have you gagging the perfect amount, the makeup around your eyes barely beginning to smudge as your eyes watered. The moment she tried to pull her cock out you let out a frustrated whine and she raised a brow in your direction before plunging back in. This time her hand loosely wrapped around your throat, swearing lowly at the feeling of her cock deep within you, bulging against her hand. A couple more thrusts were all she could take before she knew she needed to see your cunt, knowing that you were absolutely drenching the panties you were still wearing and she pulled out of your lips, chuckling at the whine and pout you gave her, your lips swollen and covered in spit, a little gleam of the lube still lingering.
“Oh pet, I know. I know you like my cum in your mouth, but tonight Daddy wants to come in that tight little pussy, remind you who it belongs to, hmm?”
“Yes please….” You whined, your thighs instinctively rubbing together at the sheer thought.
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i love you will still sound the same
summary: a moment at your wedding, filled with joy
pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader (sonny calls the reader “bride”)
words: 390
title from: i love you will still sound the same by oh honey
rating: e for everyone, this is fluffy fluff
a/n: I wrote this today at the end of the work day and reviewed it myself, any errors are my own! the song just...I don’t know it sparked something so I had to write this. enjoy!
you and sonny are sitting at a long table with the bridal party, chairs pushed close together so sonny can keep his arm around your shoulders and tuck you into his side. it’s your favorite place to be, even if it makes eating a little difficult. you can’t stop smiling, the joy of the day bubbling up inside you and making everything in the room sparkle a little brighter.
your foot taps along to the beat you can faintly hear over everyone’s conversations. you recognize one of songs you and sonny picked to play during dinner service, a playlist of acoustic music that wouldn’t be out of place in a coffee shop and would be enjoyable while people sit and eat their meal, clearing the dance floor and keeping it empty. you hum along to it, knowing sonny picked it for the lyrics and the numerous times he’s caught you dancing in your living room to the song.
sonny looks down at you and shoots you a quizzical look. “i love you will still sound the same,” you softly sing along, smiling up at him.
he laughs and presses a kiss to the top of your head before looking over to the dj. with a nod of his head, he gets the dj to turn up the volume before standing up and pulling back your chair.
“sonny, what are you doing?”
“i’m dancing with my bride,” he answers, grabbing your hand.
“but it’s dinner!” you protest as he drags you to the dance floor.
“and it’s our wedding, we can dance if we want to.” and then he’s pulling you into his arms, moving to the music. “i can see our dreams, inside of a child,” sonny sings off key and you throw your head back laughing and give in.
you sing along to the song with him, dance wildly and uncoordinated as all the guests at your wedding stop their conversations and look at the two of you. but you barely notice, so wrapped up in your joy and in sonny. dancing with him, to this song you found months before and latched onto, is the happiest you’ve ever been.
and as the song fades, sonny pulls you into his arms, rests his head on yours, and whispers, “no matter what, i love you will always sound the same.”
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It's Mr. Carisi's turn!
Dialogue Prompt: “No, no, it’s my treat.” + “Have a good day at work.”
Here is my Masterlist!
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Pairing: Dominick 'Sonny' Carisi x Female!Reader
Length: Short and simple
Warnings: Fluff overload 😌👍
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You woke up to the sun in your eyes. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. The smell of bacon filled the air. You got up slowly and walked to the kitchen. "Good morning doll." Sonny said while flipping heart-shaped pancakes. "You're making me breakfast? No Dominick you don't have to."
"No, no, it's my treat. How did you sleep last night?"
"I slept good, considering what we did last night." You smirked as you could hear Sonny chuckle. "I bet. You're wearing my shirt and you were out like a light last night." He placed the pancakes on two plates. "Was I?"
You snaked your arms over his bare torso. "Well, I can't blame you for being so sleepy." You playfully hit his arm and sat on the counter. "Maybe we can have some fun later, how about that, hm?"
You laughed. "Maybe." You say teasing him. He finished cooking and turned off the stove. Sonny stepped in front of your legs and wrapped his hands around your waist, hugging you.
"I already ate, I love you alright?" He kissed your cheek. You smiled. "Aren't you're going to be late for work?" Sonny checked his watch. "Yeah!" He gave you a quick peck on the lips and rushed to the bedroom and got ready.
You hopped down off the counter and sat at the table. Sonny came out of the bedroom dressed. He quickly ran over to you and kissed you on the forehead. "I'll be home later. I love you." You picked up a piece of the pancake and fed it to Sonny, he opened his mouth and ate it. "I love you too." You smiled.
He ran to the door and grabbed the keys. "I left something on the bed for you." He said and they walked out the door.
You got up and went to the bedroom. You giggled as you picked up a tiny teddy bear keychain with a bouquet of roses next to it. A card was on the bouquet. You picked it up and it said
'Happy Valentine's Day'
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You Are In Love
A/N: Big fat thanks to the wonderful @ghostofachancewithyou and @portal-cat. You always support me. This one’s for you.
Tagging: @heideroeslein
First Date Imagine with fluff and a little kitsch
Sonny Carisi x fem!reader
words 2024
This song’s mentioned in the fic, go ahead and listen to it if you like.
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My fingers where shaking while I typed his number into my phone. My heart was racing while wating for him to pick up.
“Hey, what’s up, Y/N”, answered Sonny.
“Hi. I haven’t seen you all day. When I came to the precinct you were already gone. I would’ve asked you in person, but I know you’ll be at your sister’s house the whole week,” I said then paused.
“Yeah, I’m already there playing with my little niece.”
I could hear the smile in his voice.
“So, Sonny, what I wanted to ask you is, um,” I paused again, trying to find the right words.
“Ask already,” laughed Sonny when he sensed my hesitation.
Maybe this idea wasn’t so good after all, but my friend had encouraged me to finally ask him and if I didn’t do it now, I knew, I’d never ask.
So I just asked. “I, um, I wanted to know if you’d like to go out… with me?”
I bit my lip, hoping he’d say yes.
“Y/N, we go out all the time. I know, I’ve been busy lately, but sure, we can go out. Where ya wanna go?”
I exhaled.
“No, Sonny, I mean going out, like on a date. Would you want that?”, I asked carefully.
“Um, like a date?”, he asked. “I guess we could try that. Should I pick you up Friday night?”
I smiled, bouncing through the living room, glad no one could see my silly happy dance.
“That’d be nice. I’m gonna make a reservation at that little Italian restaurant you love, if that’s okay?”
“Yeah, do that, doll. See you on friday, I’m already excited,” he said and hung up.
After months of being friends I finally had the guts to ask Sonny out. I was more than happy that he agreed on going on a date. A real date. A real date that people in love would go on, at least that was what I was hoping since I was in love with him.
He was everything I could wish for. He was smart, sensible, but also fun and most important caring, not only about himself but also about his family, his friends and his job, the people he was helping.
I had met him at the book store one day. He was buying books for his bar exam while I bought some for my papers. We talked and found out that we were in the same philosophy of law class. From that day on we sat next to each other in class, studied together and became friends.
Sonny and I met more often and had coffee together or we talked on the phone. At first we only talked about school stuff, but later on it got more personal. Talking to him was always so easy and soon I found myself opening up to him about my hopes and dreams. He had the ability to make me feel safe just by being there. I had never met anyone like him before. I was hoping that he felt the same way about me.
Finally Friday came around. So I took my time getting ready. After I took a shower, pampering myself with a hair mask, a facial mask and a body scrub, I put on my most beautiful clothes. I longed to be as relaxed as possible though deep down I knew that there was no need to be nervous since I was going to meet my best friend.
But when my phone rang and Sonny’s name was showing on the display, I instantly got a little nervous out of excitement.
“Hey,” I answered.
“I gotta tell you something,” said Sonny, sounding mysterious.
“What is it?”, I asked, sounding a little over-excited.
After a taking a deep breath he spoke. “I have to cancel our dinner.”
“What?”
I was baffled. What did he mean? He didn’t want to go out with you anymore? One hour before your date? I felt my heart stop beating for a second.
“I have to cancel it, because I have better plans, doll,” Sonny laughed, “Pack your bags and let me abduct you, please.”
Now I laughed, too, glad he didn’t actually cancel our date, but still not sure if I got it right.
“Are you for real?”, I asked, waiting for an answer with open mouth.
“Yeah, I am. Y/N, please pack your things now. I’m gonna pick you up in an hour.”
“Okay. I’m really excited. Bye.”
After I hung up and rushed off to the bedroom, I took my dufflebag and packed some clothes and the toiletry kit, but choosing which clothes to take was difficult since I didn’t know where he was about to take me. So I decided to pack ome of my favorites. Then my eyes wandered to the lingerie lying in the drawer.
“That’s a stupid idea,” I whispered to myself, but still packed some of the pieces lace fabric into the bag and took that little black nightgown, too.
Then I put on a cream colored lace dress that ended above the knee. I did my hair and makeup, just a little natural look with a little mascara, blush and some rosewood lipstick. The hair was falling in soft waves on my shoulders.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was happy with what I saw. Actually I was looking beautiful and feeling like it. Hopefully Sonny would like it, too.
Then I put on nude colored pumps and grabbed the blazer that matched the color of the shoes.
Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door and Sonny was standing in front of me. He wore his grey slacks and a blue shirt that matched his eyes perfectly. No tie.
“Wow, you look beautiful.” He smiled. His eyes were shining so bright blue like the sky on a summer’s day.
“Thank you, detective, you are very handsome yourself.” I smiled and tilted my head to the side.
“You good to go, doll?”, asked Sonny.
“Yeah, just let me grab my bag and my purse.”
On the car ride I barely talked. I was too excited. And Sonny didn’t talk either. He seemed very focused on driving. His blue eyes were were staring out of the windshield, his hands firmly on the steering wheel.
I looked out the window and noticed that we were leaving town, but I wasn’t sure where he was going to take me, so I decided to ask.
“Will you tell me where we’re going, Sonny?”
“Someplace good. Now relax and wait for the surprise,” he said, his blue eyes leaving the road for a second to look at me.
“Copy that, detective,” I joked.
After a long drive through the dark we were finally there.
“We’re here, doll,” Sonny told me with a smile.
“Where are we?”, I asked trying to see something outside the car window.
“The Hamptons,” he stated simply.
“The Hamptons?!”, I squeaked in disbelief.
“Yeah, one of the ADAs I worked with has a house here and he said I could come here over the weekend if I wanted, so I figured I could bring you here since you always wanted to go,” he explained.
I smiled and felt tears of happiness in my eyes.
“Sonny Carisi, you are crazy.”
He smiled and nodded.
“I know. Let’s get out of the car.”
When we entered the house, I was just fascinated. It was so big and beautiful. It really looked like the movies, like a fancy country house. The furniture looked so chic. Everything looked a million dollars.
“Sonny, this place is beautiful. Thank you,” I said turning around to face him.
He pulled me into his arms and I pressed my head against his chest. For a second it felt like time was standing still.
“I’m glad you like it, ” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I wanna show you something.”
So I let go of him, then he took me by hand and walked to the winter garden of the house. It was decorated with string lights that shined brightly. In the room where two big white arm chairs facing the walls of glass and a small coffee table between them.
“Sit down, please.”
I sat down in one of the arm chairs and looked out the windows into the darkness. I still couldn’t believe that he did this. For me. That he took me here.
Sonny returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured the wine, gave a glass to me and sat down, too.
“Sonny, this is beautiful. I can’t believe it, us sitting here in a huge ass Hamptons mansion, sipping white wine,” I said looking at him with the biggest smile.
“I know. I feel like we’re on one of these reality shows Amanda made me watch.”
The two of us laughed.
“Ya know what those people on the show do?,” he asked and grinned.
“No,” I stated. “What do they do?”
“They drink some wine, like we are doing now and then they put on some music and dance.”
“Really?”
He put his glass of wine down, stood up and walked to the stereo. A moment later music was filling the room.
He came back to me.
“May I have this dance?”, he asked.
I smiled.
“With the greatest of pleasure,” I replied and stood up.
He guided me to the living room and I could identify the song that was playing. It was The Wonder of You.
“Elvis? Really?”, I asked him.
“Look, Y/N, that’s what I thought was fitting this whole rich people thing. Now shut up and dance with me.”
Then he put his arm around my waist and I put my hand in his.
We danced to the song and it felt a little awkward at first, but soon we found a rhythm and kept dancing through the living room. He spun me around to different Elvis songs until he pulled me closer. We were swaying to the music, so very close to each other. I had no memory of having ever been this close to him, being in his arms, dancing with him.
We looked into each other’s eyes. This moment right here. It was perfection. It was happiness. I smiled and felt a single tear rolling down my cheek.
Sonny noticed.
“You alright?”, he asked softly, breaking the dance and wiping away the tear with his thumb.
“Yes. I’m just happy,” I stated.
“Me, too,” he agreed and I put my head on his chest, holding him close.
We held each other for what felt like an eternity.
I raised my head to look at him. Our eyes met.
“You know what?”, he said smiling, “You’re my best friend.”
“I need to tell you something, Sonny,” I replied.
He looked at me with furrowed brow.
“What is it?”, he asked, his voice sounded warm.
I took a deep breath and gathered myself to say the words I had longed to say to him for months now.
“I’m in love with you.”
Now that I had said the words out loud, I felt vulnerable. Though I was happy that I could finally admit my feelings to him, I was doubting myself now.
I stared at him, waiting for his response.
He grinned.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he replied, “I feel that way about you, too.”
I smiled and a happy laugh escaped my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. Months and months I kept wondering if he felt the same way about me as I did about him. Now I was sure about it and happier than I had ever been.
“Would it be alright if I kissed you?”, he asked politely.
“More than alright.”
Then one of his hands was on my waistline the other on my neck, his thumb brushing my cheek. I closed my eyes and he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Wow,” said Sonny, inhaling deeply. His blue eyes were fixing mine and his dimples appeared.
“Yeah,” I breathed. It felt so good. It felt like his lips belonged on mine.
“What ya wanna do now?”, he asked.
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Hello! How about 7. “I’ll talk you through it, okay?” with Sonny for your smutty drabbles 😏?
Thank you!
talk through it
pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader
prompt used: “I’ll talk you through it, okay?” from the inexperienced smut prompts!
wc: 362
summary: sonny talks you through your first time doing it with him.
cw: losing v-card, smut, sweet talking
a/n: thank you for this!! i love writing for sonny 🤭
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The first time is always the most special one.
But you wanted it to be with the right one.
You weren’t traditional in any way, you just never got the opportunity or the time to think about that. You were all about your career, family, and friends.
But when you met Sonny, that changed.
He saw a different side of you that no one else in your life had saw. He made you feel safe, he loved you for you, no strings attached. After 2 years of exclusively dating, you felt like he was the one, and he thought the same about you too.
One night, the two of you decided that it was the night.
The special night.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked after a quick make out session on the bed.
“Well, I’m scared. I haven’t done anything. Ever.”
Sonny smiled softly and held you closer to him.
“I’ll talk you through it, okay?”
“Okay, you whispered.
He helped you out of your clothes and you helped him out of his.
He instructed you to lie back against the pillows and let him work his magic on you. You did as you were told, then he ended up between your legs.
He kissed your inner thighs, inching up to your pussy. Two fingers touched your labia and slowly pushed inside of you and you let out a moan. Sonny was rubbing circles on your pearl and you felt a tingling sensation.
While doing this, Sonny talked you through it like he said he would. He praised you too, calling you an angel and the like.
“Take it from me.” You whispered.
“What’s that, darling?”
“I- I want you inside me.”
Sonny got up, put on a condom, and leveled with your opening.
“This might feel uncomfortable, but I’m right here, and you can tell me at any time if you want to stop, okay?”
You nodded in response.
Sonny planted a kiss on your lips and slowly pushed in. He checked in with you and made sure you were okay, but all you could do was stifle moans. It felt so good.
Your first time was definitely special.
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Hi love the writing ❤️❤️could you possibly write something where the svu squad accidentally meat Rita’s wife...like they didn’t know she was married especially to a woman 😂❤️I mean it’s just a suggestion but I haven’t read anything like that before... what are your thoughts on this???
// Thank you so much for such a fun request!! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this and thank you so much for all the love! You really made my night (: Since there wasn’t a specific character pairing for Rita, I did Rita x Reader!//
Rating: Friendly! This is light and fluffy with a bit of obscene language. Nothing too serious!
Tag: @vivis-ghost-wife @teamsladsandgents @angelicdestieldemon @storiesofsvu
Surprise Cocktails
You and Rita sat in the back of the bar, happily hidden away from everyone else. The both of you sipped on your separate drinks. Rita enjoying a dark & stormy while you were on your second glass of chardonnay. You enjoyed the feeling of your thigh touching hers, only to lean in and steal a soft kiss, “I have missed us doing this,” You murmur against her lips, smiling.
Rita smiled, “I am sorry I have been so busy baby. I have missed you. I have missed us. I am glad that we are finally able to have a date night.”
You glanced at her hand, enjoying the ring on her finger. You knew that this was something that you didn’t get to see in public, so it was definitely something that you enjoyed when you could. Rita smiled even bigger, sliding her arm around your waist as she pulled you closer, placing a few kisses up your neck, “What else do you have in mind for tonight?”
“Making your dress hit the floor,” You murmur, moving your hand further up her thigh as you hear her breath hitch. You enjoyed the feeling of the silky black wrap dress, but enjoyed the feeling of her skin even more.
“Mm, that does sound perfect. But how about we eat some food so we have energy for that later?”
“Okay,” You smirk, watching as she called over a waiter. You smiled even bigger as she ordered for the both of you.
“One chicken alfredo and a chicken parmesan please,” She smiled, “As well as another dark & stormy.”
“Water too please,” You add in. You felt the familiar warmth in your stomach. Her dominance was something that turned you on quickly, “How was your day?”
“I gave Rafael a run for his money again. That was fun,” Rita smirked, finishing her drink before continuing, “My client, I am not saying they are the most squeaky clean person ever, but they are not guilty of this crime. I can just feel it, plus I don’t think they are lying to me. Rafael will be putting his star witness on tomorrow and when I cross examine, he is going to feel the annoyance in his bones,” Rita giggled.
“You never cease to amaze me.”
“Good or bad?”
“Good,” You squeeze her thigh, “Definitely good. You make everything that much better.”
“Y/N you have gone soft on me,” She smirked, thanking the waiter for her drink before leaning back in the curved booth to smile at you.
“Not soft, I am a high school counselor. What else would you expect?” You question, spinning the wine glass between your pointer finger and thumb.
“Nothing,” She answered honestly, “How is Ryan doing?”
You heave a sigh, finishing off your glass, “I don’t know how to help him. I can see it in him. The need to prove himself, but something is holding him back and I don’t know what it is. I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Babe, you are doing everything that you possibly can. I know that you think you can save everyone, but sometimes you can’t and that isn’t your fault. Okay?”
You nod, knowing she is right, but after all these years, you still struggle to accept that, “I know...I know. I just don’t know how else to feel about that.” You feel Rita take your chin in her hand gently, pulling you closer before you feel her deliciously warm lips on yours.
Rita slips her hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, before finally moving away, “I love you. Please don’t let this wreck you. I hate seeing you so broken up over something like this.”
You bite your lip, but nod, “Okay,” You murmur, sniffing the air appreciatively as the food is delivered to your table.
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Rita can’t help but smile as she wraps her arm around your waist, whispering all the things she is going to do to you once you two get home. You feel a delicious chill run down your spine as you slide your arm around her shoulders.
“Aye Calhoun! Is that you!?” Carisi called, smacking Amanda’s shoulder as he turned on the stool.
You felt her tense up before you both look at the voice who said your wife’s last name, “Who is that?”
“Get ready,” Is all you get as she drops her arm from your waist, but intertwines your fingers.
“Holy shit,” Amanda says as shock spreads through her features.
“Olivia, Odafin, Dominick, Amanda, Kat. I would like for you to meet my wife, Y/N.”
You can help but smirk as you see Odafin blow his own beer into his face and the rest of the SVU squad utterly speechless. You were barely able to hold back your laugh with the way that Kat nearly choked on her drink. Of course you knew who they were, but they had no idea who you were. Your marriage was kept exceptionally quiet due to the fact that Rita was a defense lawyer with a lot of enemies. The last thing she wanted was you to get harmed because of that.
Kat was the first to recover before she stood, holding out her hand, “It’s wonderful to meet you! I had no idea that Rita was even...”
“A lesbian?” Rita finished for her, “Yes. I have had many amazing relationships, but once I met Y/N, I knew that I met the love of my life.”
You felt your cheeks warm, hearing the way that Rita talked about you. You knew she loved you, but this was a rare occasion where she could demonstrate it so publicly, “You must be the infamous Olivia Benson,” You smile, shaking her hand.
“I wouldn’t want famous anywhere near my name,” She joked, “I am happy to meet you. Rita, how long have we known each other and you just simply didn’t tell me?”
“Some things are simply better left unsaid. I am surprised to see that the entire crew is able to make it out.” Rita grinned.
“You owe me ten bucks Rollins,” Carisi smirked before turning to Rita, “You are a profile that is hard to miss. Rollins and Sarg didn’t believe me when I said that was you.”
You burst out laughing at this before turning to Rita, “How terrified do you have them?”
“Scared enough to where the most private question they have outright asked me is what I like to drink.”
You squeeze her hand, not feeling surprised in this fact of the manner. Every time that you think your wife couldn’t surprise you, she always manages to do that, you fall more in love with her.
“Aye, why don’t y’all join us for a drink? This revelation has definitely made the night more interesting,” Fin smirked.
“And you are?”
“Fin Tutuola,” He smirked, holding his hand out to you.
You smirk back, taking his hand, “Fin? Like a fish?”
“Haha, very original! What can I get you two ladies?”
You glance at Rita, accepting her shrug as a yes, “Knob Creek Bourbon, neat please. A dark & stormy for Rita,” You smile before feeling Rita’s arm wrap around you again.
“So,” Olivia looked between the two of you, “How did this even happen? As far as I knew, all Rita does is work.”
“Hey there, you are the pot calling the kettle black!” Rita pointedly said.
“I have slowed down. I don’t want to hear it,” Olivia responded, “How did you two meet and why didn’t we know about you sooner Y/N?”
“Well, we met because of a blind date. One that I reluctantly accepted. Let me tell you, I wasn’t sure if we were even going to make it past the second date. But then, out of left field, Rita surprised me and the rest is history.”
“Please,” Rita scoffed, “You make me sound like a softie!”
“Well, you are with me,” You smiled brightly.
“But definitely not me,” Barba smirked, “Rita, Y/N. It’s nice to see the cat is out of the bag!”
“Barba, you mean to tell me that you knew the entire time!?” Kat’s jaw dropped.
“Careful. Flies will be around soon. Yes, I have known Rita longer than any of you. Please, tell me this,” He watched as Fin handed them each their drinks, “Was this planned?”
“Rafael, please,” Rita rolled her eyes.
“You haven’t even gotten to the good part yet everyone. Y/N, why don’t you tell them what it is that you do for a living.”
“I am a high school counselor. I work at Martin Luther High.”
“No fucking way,” Fin said slowly, a smile spreading over his face, “That is amazing.”
You did a double take before noticing that Rita was smiling at you, “I know,” Rita grinned, taking a long sip off her drink.
“How did this happen?” Barba questioned.
“Date night,” You responded before giving him a brief hug.
“Mm, so how does this work?” Rollins questioned, “You’re okay with the fact that next to no one knows you two are together?”
You touched Rita’s shoulder, before nodding, “Yes. It was something we had a long discussion about. Rita is a high profile defense attorney. I know that on the rare occasion that she doesn’t drag Rafael, her clients can tend to get hostile. So, for the sake of both of us, we chose to keep a low profile so my safety and her safety isn’t put at risk.”
“Smart move,” Olivia laughed, glancing at Rafael.
“Anyways,” Rita said, finishing her drink, “If you don’t mind, it’s date night and I would love to be able to spend some more time with my wife. Thank you for the drinks Odafin. Shall we go Y/N?”
You finish your bourbon quickly before nodding, “It was nice to finally meet everyone!” You say brightly.
“Rita, now that we know, you are so going to have to bring her around for drinks sometimes,” Olivia stated.
“And submit her to torture? Pass.”
You can’t help but laugh at this, “Okay, okay. No promises! I hope that everyone has a great night!” You smile, tugging Rita away from the group. As much as you enjoyed telling more people that you got to marry the love of your life, you wanted more than anything to follow through on all the things that she wanted to do to you. You couldn’t help but smile at the chorus of goodbyes behind the two of you.
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Dark and Light
Sonny Carisi x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Language. Mentions of violence. Mentions of insanity. Mentions of rape. Mentions of murder.
A/N: This is based off of this week’s SVU episode. For future readers, it’s Season 22, Ep. 14.
Word Count: 1,037
“I have to say that it’s kind of growing on me...”
“Sonny,” You breathed out, horrified at the state of the side of his bloodied head, “Your head!”
Sonny only set his blazer over the back of the chair in your living room, a casual shrug emitting from his shoulders as he entered. He had expected this reaction after the initial shock of being attacked had worn off.
“It’s actually my ear,” He corrected, “And I’m perfectly fine, doll. He missed my eardrum.”
You closed the newspaper in your hands with a light rustle, but your current demeanor was anything but light.
“He missed your- wait, who missed your eardrum? And what was he trying to do?” You gawked, hesitating to touch the bandages around his ear.
Sonny grumbled. Not at you, of course, but at the entire situation. It had taken a massive toll on his day, and for now he just wanted to sit down in the comfort of his home at the very least.
“Can I at least get a kiss first? Since when did you stop greeting me with kisses, baby girl?” He questioned, a sly smirk popping up on his face.
“Since the day that my husband walked in with a hole in the side of his head.” You bantered back, but obliged to his request with a sweet kiss to his lips.
Sonny crashed onto the couch, slinking down and spreading his long legs out as far as they could go underneath the coffee table. Despite the fact that Sonny really wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, he knew that you’d worry yourself over it until he explained. He couldn’t say that he didn’t blame you.
“Does the name Henry Mesner mean anything to you?” Sonny queried, resting one of his hands on your legs once you got comfortable next to him.
“I can’t say that it does. It doesn’t ring a bell. Why?” You admitted, racking your brain of any reason that you should’ve known that name.
“Mesner was put into juvenile detention when he was 10. He turned 18 this year and the court released him,” Sonny explained, “He went on a killing spree and murdered his family, attacked the family that his sister was staying with.”
“Christ...” You cursed, “How did SVU get involved?”
“SVU picked up the case before I was a detective there. Mesner’s first attack after his release happened when he raped and tortured the daughter of one of his psychiatrists,” Sonny answered, “Mesner had been stalking the daughter and then approached Jesse in the park with Amanda...”
You could tell that Sonny was getting stressed out by just talking about it. The vein in his forehead was beginning to show and his cheeks were flushing red. You gently rubbed your hand up and down his arm to try to soothe him, not wanting him to get overly upset.
“How did he get put into detention in the first place?” You wondered.
“He abused his little sister, drowned his friend’s dog, and shot Amaro in a standoff,” Sonny rattled off, “Long story short, he never should’ve been released. He outsmarted all of the psychiatrists there. He’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” Sonny admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and prevent the incoming headache.
“And your ear...?” You pressed carefully, trying to see how Mesner came into the equation of your original concern.
“Oh, he stabbed me in court today. I guess he was trying to prove that he was unfit to stand trial...despite that he is fit to stand trial.” Sonny went on, loosening his tie around his neck.
“He stabbed you?” You asked, your jaw falling open.
“Well, yeah. How else did you think I got this?” Sonny prompted as if it had been the most obvious reasoning in the world.
“I don’t know, but my first thought certainly wasn’t that you were attacked by a teenage psychopath,” You remarked, eyeing over his injury once more, “I thought when you started working for the DA’s office, you’d be less likely to have stuff like this happen.”
“Life’s full of surprises. Isn’t it, lovebug?” Sonny grinned, lifting his arm to invite you to cuddle up next to him.
“I suppose it is,” You replied, “You’re okay though, right?”
He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Yeah, baby. I’m okay,” He confessed, “But if I’m bein’ honest, a night in is really sounding good right about now.”
You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his slender torso, the sound of your laughter bringing some of the weight off of Sonny’s chest.
“Sounds like a plan to me. I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” You admitted.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” Sonny questioned, “Another Golden Girls marathon?”
“You know me so well,” You laughed again, not surprised that he was able to dish out your reasoning for wanting to stay home, “But I know it’s not your favorite so we can-”
“No, no, doll. I’m good with that. As long as you’re here then I’m good.” Sonny cut you off, pulling you even closer, “I have to say that it’s kind of growing on me...”
With that, you scrambled for your phone to order a pizza, followed by the remote, turning on the TV and flipping to the correct channel. You maintained conversation, but much happier topics. You caught him up with all the drama you were enduring at work (which amounted to just gossip between coworkers), told him about the new book you were reading, as well as any other menial things that he loved hearing about.
Sonny managed a chuckle to himself. Even after all these years, your innocence always made him smile. You didn’t always see the dark side of things like he did. Sonny had seen his fair share of horrific things during his time working as a detective...and even still as an ADA. He always considered himself to be the darkness and you to be the brightness in the relationship. Polar opposites that just fit so well. He found relief when he came home to you every day. You were his release, his comfort from everything he had seen.
And you’d be his relief from all the things that he had yet to see.
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Sickly Overprotective. (Sonny Carisi x Black Fem!Reader)
Genre: Angst-ish???/Fluff.
Warnings: Tutuola!Reader, Dorky and Sometimes Mean!Carisi.
Synopsis: Sonny’s never liked you and the feeling was mutual, well I think. The squad saw it as an old married couple fighting but filled with love. You and Sonny disagree…until you get sick that is.
↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎
a/n: won’t stop until i’ve written enemies to lovers for all of em.
There were three things in the world that Sonny Carisi absolutely despised; Inauthentic Italian food, women abusers, and apparently you. His partner. When you stepped into the SVU Sonny had seemingly already chosen how he felt about your arrival and he let it be known every chance he got— From snide remarks to criticism of your work to undermining your every choice. It was a two-way street since you also seemed to hate him, but really it was just in defense of yourself. You had to hate him since he hated you.
“Ya well I’m just trying to do whatever it takes to capture this perp”.
“And we will, if you actually give me the leeway to do what I need to”. You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. It had been like this for the past 3 hours, you arguing that you could go undercover and Carisi arguing that it was too risky.
It was getting heated when you finally got annoyed, rolling your eyes, “Okay then, let’s ask Cap”. you nod towards Olivia; Carisi raises a brow and contemplates for a moment before ultimately sighing in agreement. You explain to Liv your dilemma and watch as she takes a sip of coffee, “Okay…I think…Y/n should do it”.
Carisi’s eyes widen, you cheer clapping your hands together before turning to your partner and smiling, “I’ll see you in disguise on Monday then”?
He grunts, looking away.
“I’ll take that as a yes”.
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When Monday comes Carisi quickly realizes you aren’t there, no incessant squeaking in his ears; Something was wrong.
“Aye Fin, where’s Y/n”?
“Oh you didn’t hear? Y/n’s out sick”. Liv cuts in and quickly walks away to her office.
Sonny let the news sink in for a moment, you hadn’t missed a day or gotten sick since you joined the team, it was uneasy seeing your empty desk and something about it was upsetting him. It wasn’t long after he found out that he was outta there. His impulses taking him to an unexpected place; He didn’t like you so why was he so determined to get to you?
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You were stuck on your couch, nose stuffed, throat sore and raw, eyes swollen and puffy, and the most painful sneezes and coughs. You truly didn’t want to see anyone in a state like this so when your doorbell rang you almost didn’t answer until you heard a familiar voice; One you wouldn’t have expected in a million years.
“What’re you doin here”? Was what you wanted to say when face to face with your partner, the person who always seemed to hate you the most. Instead, you seemed frozen to your spot, shocked that instead of mocking you as you thought he would he reaches out to touch your forehead, pushing his way into your home.
“Ya burning up, go sit down. I’m gonna cook ya some chicken noodle soup, okay”?
You were still frozen to your spot, wondering why the man who was insistent on having absolutely nothing to do with you was maneuvering his way around your home to make you a feel better meal because you were sick. When you finally mustered up the words, you looked utterly ridiculous.
“Sonny? What are you doing here”? You asked, disoriented by everything that was happening, following the strange man to your kitchen while he pulled out your groceries and your pans to cook you breakfast. It was all so surreal. You could barely keep up.
“What’s it look like? Cooking your ungrateful ass breakfast”.
You were floored. Aghast for a moment before finally relenting walking over to the counter to help him when he turned to you with the nastiest glare you’d seen in awhile, “Whaddya think you’re doing”? he asked, emphasizing the word ‘you’re’. Not only was the lanky fuck confusing the hell outta you but now you couldn’t help in your own kitchen.
“I was gonna help yo-”
“Nada. Go take a shower while I cook”.
You watched him for a moment longer puffing your cheeks out.
“Go”!
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When you got out of the shower it was still hard to believe Sonny Carisi was in your kitchen cooking you get well soon soup. Pulling out a gown and your bonnet you get dressed quickly not trusting Carisi to be alone by himself.
“How was your show—”
The second he looked at you the air was knocked from his lungs, you stood there wearing a long red t-shirt gown paired with grey leg warmers, wringing out your curls; He was drawn in by your beauty, how ethereal you looked while sick, from your curls to your curves he was almost salivating.
“Mm? My shower was fine, is the food done”?
“Y-yeah”.
“Good then. I know you didn’t want me helping you cook but at least let me help set the table”? You tilted your head, pouting slightly.
It wasn’t clear. The emotion on Sonny’s face. You couldn’t read him like you could suspects, you were amazing at your job but Carisi was the brick wall that stopped your skills before they’d even had a chance to start, you drop your pout and huff, “Fine, but I’m cleaning the dishes” you mumbled, about to walk away when he inevitably caught your arm in his hold, not letting go.
“Set the table. That’s it. I’m washing the dishes since I cooked, any objections”? He tried to seem tough, cold but you could feel his resolve dropping by the second.
“Whatever you say, Detective. Actually? Let’s eat in the living room. We can watch a movie”.
Twirling on your heels, you shuffle to the living room; You’d been feeling better partially but it seemed now that your sickness wanted to make an appearance. The second you made it to the couch you felt dizzy, your throat scratchy, and a sneeze bubbling. By the time Carisi got your food and drink he saw you on the couch with a blanket wrapped tight, shivering.
“Risi? C-can you get my meds from the kitchen? I’m a little cold…”
“Yeah, course’. Don’t touch the soup yet, it’s way too hot and you’re trembling, doll”.
He noticed your fever had gotten worse and rushed to get your cold medicine, filling it in a medicine cup and handing it to you. He didn’t have to watch you take but you couldn’t help but see him hovering over you watching you with concern, making sure you downed everything.
“Uh, Son”?
He grunts, taking the medicine cup from your hands and sitting down beside you. It was hard to think this had been the same man who seemingly hated your guts with a fiery passion; Grabbing the chicken noodle from the table he gets some on a spoon and holds it carefully to you, “Blow”.
“Son”! You said again, trying to get his attention when he finally looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to blow, “I can feed myself”.
Son’s face reddened considerably, the tips of his ears hot. If you could take a picture and frame the moment you would, you absolutely adored that he was doting on you but you didn’t want to seem helpless— You’d been sick before without anyone taking care of you and you’d gotten better alone just fine, “Oh, uh, yeah”.
“Jeez, what’s with you”? You asked playfully, elbowing him gently, “Being so nice to me. It’s weird, you haven’t insulted me in so long”.
You were joking but Dominick couldn’t help but feel guilty, he wasn’t the nicest to you and that shocked him as well as the rest of the team considering he was SVU’s ‘polite gentleman’. He tried endlessly to deny that he had an idea why he was so mean to you or why he didn’t like you but Sonny knew why; Denial was just one helluva thing. Being next to you, he was confronted with those feelings again, the ones he chose to deny knowledge of, from your curls to your eyes to your nose to your lips— Those damned lips. Sonny remembered why he’d been so mean, what’d he’d been hiding. His undeniable attraction to you.
“I’m not usually like that, I swear”. He tried to defend himself but you shook your head.
“I know. I see how you act with the others, you are the precincts gentleman after all”.
Okay. Maybe that did come out bitter sounding. For a year you got to see him be a nice polite gentlemanly figure— To everyone but you. You got to see how he usually interacted with anyone while he regarded you as if you weren’t worthy enough to see that side of him, like you had warranted his behavior somehow. It was hurtful. Now was the only time you’d seen any softness from him directed your way and even then he seemed to try and act cold; Suddenly, your appetite had left and you were oh so very tired and weak and Sonny seemed to be guilt-ridden next to you.
“Don’t you have work? I should let you get back. Thank you, Ris. For coming to see me and cooking for me”.
Sonny gulped, he could tell you were hiding a grimace, the guilt was eating him alive. He was an asshole and he knew it, but he was hoping he could gain your forgiveness.
“Wait, Y/n, I—” Running a hand through his hair, Sonny sits back ready to beg if it came to it, “I-I’m sorry for being such a jackass but I wanna make it all up, I promise”.
You looked hesitant, fiddling with your hands in your lap— You never had trusted easily and after all Sonny’s done? Could you allow him in again? Chewing on your bottom lip you think about it for a moment, Sonny sat silently shitting bricks beside you. In the end, you turned to him and smiled a little.
“Fine, fine. But you owe me coffee and maybe even a muffin when I’m better”.
“Deal”.
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You had to admit, Sonny was trying. The man was trying to genuinely repair the initial friendship he destroyed because of pride and denial. However, the old Sonny would peek through, the undermining, the unnecessary criticism, the snarkiness. He was trying but you couldn’t help but snap after awhile. He’d been doing it all day, you didn’t understand why Sonny was so opposed to allowing you to do your damned job.
“You know what? Go ahead, Carisi. Do my damn job for me, why don’t you”? You sent a glare his way and Rollins and Fin groaned, you were bickering once again, over something as small as you being alone with a dangerous criminal. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t done interviews alone before but Dominick felt…protective. He didn’t want you in harms way and that tended to make him show it in the worse ways possible.
“There’s no way you’re going in there alone. End of discussion”.
That made you freeze in your tracks, Those three little words pissed you off more than anything Sonny had done that day, you turned to him with your eyes narrowed; Rollin’s made a “sss” sound and walked away, knowing this would end horribly— For Carisi that is. He was dead meat.
“Y’know? I thought you changed, Dominick. Clearly I was so fucking wrong. Get this through your thick skull, nigga. I am not a damsel in distress in need of saving and you need to realize that. Sooner rather than later”.
With that you walked off, leaving Carisi to realize how irrational he was actually being. This was something Sonny wasn’t ready to be confronted with. Protective? Maybe that he was, but he couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. This was your job though, he had to start stepping back or he’d lose you. That was something he never wanted to happen.
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On the roof you stood watching the clouds, hidden behind was a dimly glowing sun, you squint slightly stuck in your thoughts about the man you called a partner, it’d be a wonder to you if you did repair the failed partnership with the male you wanted to call a friend. However, that nagging feeling nipped at your heels and you were confronted with the vulnerable question you’d been dodging since that day in your house when you were sick and sniffling…Did Sonny like you? Did you like Sonny?
“Hey”.
“Hi”.
The air was thick, you felt that familiar warmth lead from your cheeks to your ears when his body stood next to yours, when you could feel the heat emanating from his body. It was something only he could manage to do.
“Look, I’m sorry. For going off the way I did in there”.
Sonny was surprised, both eyebrows raised because he believed it to be the other way around; He was in need of apologizing. He was aware he could be hard to work with, especially when it came to your safety specifically. He loved his entire team through and through, they were family— But there was something about you. Something special. He was tired of holding it in.
“It’s pretty hilarious ya apologizing, Beautiful”.
The name stopped you in your tracks, shielding your eyes you stare up at him in confusion hoping there’d be a continuation and he wasn’t just being a dick again.
“I mean, goddamnit I’m messing it up again, aren’t I”? He asked, a playful smile on his face now.
“Messing what up”? There it was again, Dominick thought. The nose scrunch, an expression you often showed when annoyed, confused, or frustrated. It was something Carisi loved about you. He was glad to see the nose scrunch; It meant he couldn’t refuse you or hideaway from his feelings again. He couldn’t take another moment with the thoughts of you in another’s arms, and he knew you had ladies and gentlemen waiting for him to fuck this up.
“My chance at happiness with my dreamgirl”.
He had your full attention now, and the shit-eating grin on his face couldn’t crawl any bigger when he sees your reaction, “Dominick Sonny Carisi Jr don’t play with me right now. I’ll kick you in the dick so quick”.
You didn’t know where he gained the confidence and truthfully? Neither did he. When he pulled you so close to him, forcing you to look up, finger under your chin, he chuckles.
“Ya never wondered why I was so protective of you? Why I was so hellbent on keeping someone I hated safe…Or maybe, how about the fact I spent last week coming to your house repeatedly to cook for and take care of you while sick? Wanna ask Fin if he’s gotten chicken noodle soup homemade by me when he’s sick, Doll”?
You giggled at the thought of Carisi taking care of your dad while he was sick, chewing on your bottom lip, “There’s that smile I love so much”.
“Shut up, you sound so corny” You weakly pushed at his chest trying to bite back a smile.
“Yeah? I’ll yell it from the rooftops. I love you, Y/n Tutuola…and if I was a smarter man, I’d have done this sooner”.
He closes the gap between the two of you and for the first time, Dominick’s meet yours. His lips are slightly chapped against your soft glossed ones but it only makes it better, you feel those cliche “fireworks” erupt and for the first time that day? You didn’t totally wanna murder Carisi, and when he finally pulled away? You held him up to his word.
“Shout for me”?
Sonny rolled his eyes, but boy did he ever oblige.
“I LOVE Y/N TUTUOLA”!
It wasn’t at all shocking when your father called to tell him to shut up, and though he seemed angry on the phone walking back into the precinct was filled with ‘congratulations’, ‘finally’s’, and your dad shaking his head before giving Carisi a hug.
You’d never been more grateful than now to get the flu.
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A/N: don’t count me out yet y’all, i’m still kickin’. ironically written while i was sick and recovering from a sickle cell crisis. whippee.
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Masterlist
last updated - 2 January 2023
Important note - I am on and off with writing due to college and work! Your asks may not be answered for a few weeks but I will get to them eventually. <3
Fandoms || Law and Order SVU, Law and Order, Criminal Minds
Included In List || Fics, headcannons, personal fanart, ship playlists, alphabets
Asks/Requests || Open always, but I may be a little slow to get things posted due to college
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Smacking Headcannons - Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Amanda Rollins, Olivia Benson, Odafin Tutuola
Pegging Headcannons - ♡ - Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Elliot Stabler, Nolan Price, Joe Velasco
Jealousy — Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Rita Calhoun, Peter Stone, Alex Cabot, Casey Novak
Dad Headcannons — Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba
Vanity Headcannons — Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Elliot Stabler, Amanda Rollins, Olivia Benson
Minor Inconveniences — Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, Amanda Rollins
Inexperienced Smut Prompts - ♡ - (list here) (all xReader)
#2 - Sonny Carisi
#3 & #27 - Sonny Carisi
#7 & #33 - Rafael Barba
#11 - Sonny Carisi
#14 & #30 - Barisi
#15 & #46 - Sonny Carisi
#16 - Sonny Carisi
#27 - Sonny Carisi
#31 - Sonny Carisi
#34 - Rafael Barba
Sonny Carisi
NSFW Alphabet - ♡
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Overprotective — x Wife!Reader, Dad!Sonny
Mafia Sonny AU Pt. 1 — x Fem!Reader
Rafael Barba
NSFW Alphabet - ♡
Holiday Season — x GN!Reader
Mistaken — x Male!Reader
Gingerbread Zombies — x GN!Reader
Christmas Eve — x Fem!Reader
Married — x Fem!Reader
Dad!Barba — x Fem!Reader
Dad!Barba — x GN!Reader
Secret Relationship — x Fem!Reader
Sour Things Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 — x GN!Reader
Love Triangle Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 — Elliot Stabler x Olivia Benson x Peter Stone
Ships
Mornings — Barisi
Ship Playlists — Barisi, Barson, Bensler
Olivia Benson
Mornings
Rita Calhoun
Secretly dating
Law and Order
Nolan Price
Threes Company Pt. 1 , Pt.2 — Nolan Price x Fem!Reader x Rafael Barba
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
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Alluring Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 — x Unsub!Reader
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Barson
Rollisi
Barson - Unconditional Love
Barson - Goodbyes
Rafael Barba
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Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises ch 19
Rita Calhoun x fem!reader
Warnings: language, talk of physical/sexual assault, usual SVU type situations.
Three days in the Hamptons was exactly what both you and Rita needed at that point. You’d shot off a text to your Mom saying you were stealing your wife for a long weekend, and called Casey to say some stuff came up and you were bailing on the double date, but you’d left a credit on the reservation so her and Alex could have a fancy date night still.
The extended weekend was spent simply being, without the distractions of phones or laptops or work. You indulged in all of your favourite usual summer treats, and your favourite bistros around the beach town. One morning you managed to convince Rita into coming with you on your morning jog, the other she roped you into her usual yoga routine. You spent the afternoons soaking up the sunshine, reading, doing crosswords, playing games, and just genuinely enjoying each other’s company. There were ocean side walks while the sun set, toes dipping into the waves as they softly crashed against the sand and evenings curled in each other’s arms counting stars. The break from reality couldn’t have come at a better time, and it was the perfect way to recharge before diving head first into the case. Rita couldn’t help but remind you how much she loved you that weekend, how incredibly thankful she was to have found someone as doting and caring as yourself.
Late Sunday you made your way back to the city, doing some last minute loads of laundry and tidying the apartment a little bit to make it feel less hectic. When Monday morning rolled around it was back to the grind, swiftly getting ready for work. You dropped Rita off at the firm, giving her a few extra kisses and a lingering hug first and she assured you that she would be by the precinct later in the day. You reminded her it could wait a couple of more days if she wanted but she insisted on getting it out of the way as soon as possible. She wanted Chip off the street as much as the rest of you did.
Once at the precinct you made a couple of stops, gathering up everything that you needed and unlocked the conference room to start putting together a board with the case info on it. You left the blackmail pictures off for the time being, put pulled out everything else, including yearbook photos of some of the people you’d already talked to.
Sonny managed to join you at the last minute, helping you sort through the files, statements and the like so they were all properly organized. You said a little thank you prayer that the whole squad was actually all in the bull pen for once, it seemed like a slow day, other cases had been getting wrapped up and it was a day for paperwork. Which was lucky, because this case was about to explode out needing as many resources as possible. You called them all into the conference room, and you were glad Sonny was there so you wouldn’t have to go through this all twice.
“What, we get half a mornin’ of silence and you throwing a big case at us?” Fin teased as he dropped into a chair. You chuckled, but nearly rolled your eyes.
“Hey, ya should be thankful.” Carisi cut in, “while you’ve been doing paperwork and sitting in courtroom’s, Y/N’s been running all across the city getting statements and tracking down people.”
“Thanks Carisi.” You shot him a small smile and let out a huff of a breath. “Okay. As we all know, Dowland’s home to the cherry picking club, and it’s been going on for a minimal of thirty years. Carisi and I found an ample amount of the older lists and thanks to a friend bringing in yearbooks we’ve managed to contact ninety percent of them. Some of them were consensual, some of them weren’t, we’ve taken statements from as many people as we could track down, and most are ready and willing to testify if it comes to that.”
“Any luck on where it started?” Kat asked and you sighed.
“One of the names on the wall was Chip Gallagher.”—
“What?” Olivia suddenly stood upright from where she had been leant against the wall, “the same Chip Gallagher who we took to trial last year?”
“That would be the one.” You nodded, pursing your lips, “looks like he started in high school and never stopped.”
“Are all of the names under his assaults?” Amanda asked.
“Considering none of them were very comfortable talking to me about it? Yes. There was only one consensual one and even then she said that he was rough, pushing passed a point that she was comfortable with.”
“But these are all well passed the statute of limitations?” Kat cocked a brow and you nodded.
“They are. Anyone who we brought forward would be as a character witness to prove that the school knew about it, or encouraged it, and that it wasn’t consensual, meaning that the school was covering up sexual assaults for decades. However….I met with Gallagher, he knows who started the club, said they were an influential part of Dowland’s history, but wouldn’t give me a name.”
“So we need to flip him?” Amanda stated.
“Exactly.”
“And how are we going to be able to do that? He was so stubborn last time we had to take him to trial.” Olivia commented.
“That….is where the rest of his list comes in. The other women who refused to talk to me were under his name, and either Richard, Jonathon or both.” You gestured to the yearbook photos and the list photos on the board.
“I thought this was a ‘cherry picking’ club.” Fin started, “how can three boys de-cherry one girl?” You let out a heavy sigh.
“Multiple partners at one time.” You grimaced, “Sometimes it would count if one of them pinned down the girl while the other raped them. They used each other to keep her quiet, physically assault her, choke her out, cover her mouth. And I wouldn’t put it passed them to have both been penetrating at the same time.” You let out a sigh, trying to keep your emotions at bay at the moment. “Richard and Jonathon were juniors when Chip was a senior, it was a fucking game to them, get as many as you could, and it was all instigated by Chip.”
“And these girls don’t want to come forward because he’s a man of power.” Olivia sighed, pinching at the bridge of her nose.
“It’s…more than that.” You cringed, “I have one character witness coming in later to make a statement. I’ve heard her side of the story and it’s…heartbreaking…Chip kept photos of the assaults to make sure that none of them ever talked. Some of the photos are sheer, embarrassing, don’t want anyone to see them photos, and some of them are ‘look she’s enjoying it, it was consensual’ type of photos. After I met with Chip, the witness I’m bringing in got the photos left at her apartment along with a note telling her to keep her mouth shut.”
“Which is coercion.” Carisi commented and you nodded, agreeing so the rest of the squad understood.
“Exactly. I’ve got a friend looking into tracking both his phone and street cameras from the evening I met with him and the next morning. The one envelope I know about was dropped off by a homeless looking man, I’m in the midst of trying to track him down, see how Chip bribed him into it. They’re searching to track Chip’s path to see if we can connect him to locations of the other four girls and see if that’s why they’re refusing to talk.”
“You think Gallagher’s still keeping a hold of them after thirty years?” Amanda asked, cocking a brow.
“Absolutely.” You nodded, “it’s all about power, how he keeps control over them, forcing them into doing whatever he wants so no one ever sees the pictures or finds out about the assaults. The one I know about he’s used three times already. Once when it first happened so she’d stay quiet, once now as a reminder to not tell the cops anything and….once to blackmail her into representing him…”
“Oh my God…” Olivia was the first to put it together and you glanced over to her, the surprise etched across her features. “Rita…”
“Yeah.” You grimaced, “she’s asked specifically for you to take her statement. She’s not exactly comfortable with anyone else doing it.”
“Understood.” Liv nodded.
“She’s also..wary..about testifying so we’re hoping to make both of these go away with plea deals, or some kind of arrangement with the school.” You looked to Carisi who nodded. “Because she is a witness in the case, we can add on witness tampering and witness intimidation. And…assaulting a police officer.” You winced as your gaze shifted back to Liv, who sighed.
“You went UC when you met with him and he made you didn’t he?” She asked and you shrugged.
“Kind of. I used a fake last name when I set the meet up, didn’t say I was a cop. He made me for a lawyer, tossed me into a wall and told me to stop digging.”
“Should we go pick him up now?” Kat asked, leaning forward in her chair and you shook your head.
“No. I want to get Rita’s statement down first, and I’m going to talk to the other girls who refused to talk earlier this afternoon. I didn’t know about the photos when I talked to them first, but we could be looking at a number of more coercion charges against Gallagher. And when we do bring him in I want Richard and Jonathon here too, so he can know them flipping on him isn’t an empty threat.”
“And what’re we supposed to do when he asks for his lawyer?” Amanda raised a brow.
“I am taking care of that after I talk to the girls.”
“Donnelly can’t do it. It’ll be too easy for Gallagher to make a complaint that there were ulterior motives.” Carisi commented.
“I know.” You sassed back, “but we’re lucky I happen to know a few sleazy defence attorneys.”
“What’d’you want from us in the meantime?” Fin asked.
“Uhm…just..familiarize yourselves with the case, start making sure everything’s set up to be sent off to Carisi. There’s still a handful of names I haven’t linked, and a list of people I haven’t managed to talk to, Gallagher kinda…took priority. I’ll take Kat with me this afternoon, and…please…keep this between yourselves, and try not to look at Rita in a different light, this is…unbelievably hard for her.”
“Did you know?” Amanda asked softly.
“No.” You shook your head, “not until I found that list. She kept it to herself the entire time until last night.”
“Jesus…” the blonde muttered in reply.
“Okay.” Olivia took over the lead role, “let’s get this sorted. If you need to, quickly read through the files and then wrap up any important paperwork for other cases that has a time limit on it before starting to search the other names. Use Winters and Carisi as your resources since they’ve both been on this since day one. And…like y/n said…let’s make sure to give Rita the privacy she wants on this matter.”
“Thank you.” You shot her a soft smile before everyone returned to the task at hand.
You got Kat up to speed on as much as she needed to know, preparing her for the heavy conversations that she was going to have to participate in that afternoon. Everyone settled into things pretty quickly, they got caught up, signed off old DD5’s on the other cases and started to dig into the leftover lists. You were thankful for that considering they were all in the conference still when your phone pinged, Rita telling you she was on her way up.
You shot Carisi a glance and he nodded, moving to Olivia’s office to join you in the conversation. You managed to catch Rita as she was coming out of the elevator, thankful for the private moment in the hallway first.
“Hey.” You greeted her with a gentle kiss on the cheek, squeezing at her hand, “you sure about this?”
“No.” She muttered, taking a breath, “but I want Gallagher to burn.”
“That’s my girl.” You couldn’t help but smirk, pressing another kiss into her cheek, “Carisi’s going to sit in so you don’t have to do this more times than you need to, alright?” She nodded.
“Does everyone know now?”
“Yeah. But I’ve got them all working in the conference room today.”
“Thank you.” She mustered up a small smile for you, linking her fingers with yours as you nudged her toward the bullpen.
After a quick knock on Olivia’s door frame you walked with Rita into the office, closing the door behind you. Liv greeted her softly with a warm smile in hopes to get her feeling more comfortable about what was about to happen.
Naturally, Benson handled it like a rockstar, letting Rita set the pace, asking the right questions, and gently prying in where she wanted more information or details. You kept Rita’s hand firmly clasped in yours the entire time, feeling it tremble every once in a while. You couldn’t help the tears building in your eyes as she delved into more of the details of the story than the previous week, feeling your heart break as a few tears slipped down Rita’s cheeks.
Olivia asked more about what happened afterwards, Rita explained that she’d gotten herself to the hospital, registered as a Jane Doe and paid cash, sticking to the drunken fall down the stairs. She went to the pharmacy on the way home to pick up the morning after pill and went to her o.b a few weeks later to run tests. When asked about her parents she explained they’d taken an early start on the summer vacation and were in Belize May through September.
She went over every interaction she could remember having with Gallagher over the past thirty years, every leering glance, every insulting comment, each time that he broke her down a little more piece by piece. It was taking all of your power to not storm from the office and shoot the bastard yourself, you couldn’t stomach how much control he’d had over Rita (and probably the other four) all of these years. He was more than a grade A sex offender, he was the worst of the worst a controlling manipulative asshole. Five assaults in his senior year of high school, another four that had come forward at Fordham, and who knows how many others during his time at college and after graduating. Rita was right, he deserved to burn.
“Rita….thank you…for coming in.” Olivia started wrapping up, “I know how hard this can be.”
“Thank you.”she replied, “for handling this so well, and discreetly.” She gave your hand a squeeze as she swiped away the last of her tears. “When are you picking him up?”
“Tomorrow morning.” Liv reassured, “we wanted to make sure we had everything rock solid, that him or his attorney couldn’t poke a single hole in our case.”
“Okay.” She nodded, taking a shaky breath.
“You want me to drive you back to the firm?” You asked softly and she shook her head.
“No. There’s a car waiting. I’m working from home the rest of the day. I didn’t want to risk him showing up again. Not that it matters considering he knows where we live.”
“I’ve had an unmarked and a squad car on the apartment since those pictures were dropped off.”
“Well now you’re just wasting tax dollars.” She teased and you chuckled, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly. You exchanged quiet ‘I love you’s, you made Rita promise to call you if she needed anything, and Carisi offered to walk her out considering he was heading back to the D.A’s office.
Once the door was shut behind them you dropped your head into your hands, taking a heavy breath and you weren’t too surprised when you felt Olivia’s hand softly rubbing at your back.
“How are you holding up?”
“It’s just…a lot.” You mumbled, sighing as you pulled your head up, looking across at Olivia as she sat back down. “I’m…worried…I’m furious. I’m upset with myself for not picking up on it earlier. I feel bad for taking so many undercover ops, if I was around last year when Gallagher blackmailed her again maybe I would’ve been able to stop it.”
“I’m sure Rita doesn’t blame you for something that happened when you were a kid.”
“I know.” You swiped away at a tear, “but the worst part is that she blames herself, for all of it. She’s so wrought with guilt for tearing apart his other victims on the stand, for what happened to Abby. She thinks if she came forward about it, the club might’ve been put to a stop before it had time to explode.”
“Did you want to take the rest of the day?” Liv offered gently and you shook your head.
“No. I need to talk to those other girls. The more charges we can pile onto him tomorrow means a longer sentence. I want him to flip. And I want him behind bars for as long as fucking possible.”
“It really is too bad we can’t put him away for life.”
“Yeah.” You sighed, “my Mom managed to convince Judge Lewis into taking a day of arraignments. So I’m sure she’s not gonna be too happy to see Gallagher back in her court room again, here’s hoping she makes the right call.”
“How’d you manage that?” She asked and you shrugged.
“Donnelly magic I guess? I mean, when Elizabeth Donnelly asks you to do something, you don’t exactly say no.”
“You certainly don’t.” She chuckled, then nodded toward the bull pen, “why don’t you grab Kat, get a head start on your day, try and get home early?”
“Thanks Cap.”
*
You knew the rest of your day wasn’t going to be an easy one, but at least you’d already heard what a world of hurt Gallagher could give. You’d tried to prep Kat for it on the drive over, but there was no real preparation that anyone could give with the stories the other four girls eventually told you. It took you bringing up the photos at each stop, your knowledge of them, and the fact that Chip had been blackmailing them all these years helped them loosen up a little. The second stop was adamant on keeping quiet until you softly expressed that the same thing had happened to your wife, and that you knew better than anyone what she had been put through, and that this was the quickest way to take Gallagher down.
One of them had burnt the copies of the pictures, not wanting her kids to find them accidentally. One of them hesitantly brought a shoebox from the back of her closet filled with pictures, threatening notes and even phone records of the times Chip had called over the years. By the end of the day you had their full statements, and you had promised them you would do everything you could to make sure that their accounts got added to docket once it could be legally linked back to Chip.
You asked Kat where she wanted you to drop her and you weren’t too surprised when she requested a detour to the boxing gym. You made her promise to call if she wanted to talk anything out, or if she had any other questions your (metaphorical) door was always open.
When you pulled into the parking lot of the firm you checked your watch and grimaced, it was later than you’d hoped. Quickly locking the car you jogged into the building, practically skidding into Buchanan’s office.
“Thank god, you’re still here.” You greeted, pulling both his and Liz’s attention to you.
“Do you know how to knock?” She scolded and you rolled your eyes.
“I need to talk to John.”
“About what?” He asked curiously.
“I need you to take one of Rita’s clients.” You tugged the folder from under your arm, dropping it onto his desk, he cautiously flipped through it.
“Why does it seem like you’re scheming?” Liz’s eyes narrowed at you.
“Because I am.” You replied, quickly adding on, “legally!”
“Has he been arrested?” Buchanan asked.
“They’re picking him up tomorrow. Please don’t give him a heads up, this asshole needs to go down.”
“What’re the charges?”
“Assaulting a police officer for starters….” You winced at the way your Mother’s eyes widened at that, “among other things. But we need him to flip. He could be facing a max of thirty years for everything we have on him, Carisi’s gonna offer you a deal. He tells us the information we want and he’ll drop the charges to half, and take the assault off.”
“And Rita can’t do this because?”
You took a large breath, heavily exhaling, they were going to find out anyways. Your words came tumbling out quickly, so you wouldn’t have the time to catch up and stop yourself.
“She’s our material witness in the case against Dowland, Chip and two of his buddies brutally gang raped her thirty years ago, three counts of coercion against him are from her. Not to mention witness intimidation and tampering. She can’t represent him if she’s part of the case.”
“I’ll double your Christmas bonus.” Liz practically talked over you as you wrapped up your sentence. As fiercely protective as she was over you, Rita fell under that umbrella the moment you got engaged, she was her daughter in law after all.
“You don’t have to do that.” John chuckled, “but I’m not going to object.”
“Please.”
“Rita’s a friend, I’m more than happy to take on any of her clients.” He agreed, “so I’m assuming I’ll be seeing you in the morning?”
“All things considered I can’t make the collar, but I’ll be on the other side of the glass.” You jumped as Liz’s hand made contact with your chin, turning your face to her as she took in the fading bruise on your temple.
“This motherfucker was a disgrace to the bench, and a disgrace to law degree. He deserves the full thirty years.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” You muttered.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. It was just a bruise.” You shook it off, turning back to Buchanan, “thanks John.” He gave you a nod and you followed Liz out of his office.
“Sweetheart are you sure you’re alright?”
“I…” you let out a defeated sigh, your body drooping as you wordlessly shrugged. When you glanced up at her, the never ending tears were brimming in your eyes again.
“Come here.” She softly pulled you into her arms, letting you melt into her frame as she dropped a gentle kiss to your head before you pulled away.
“I just want to get home.”
“Go.” She squeezed at your hand, “you promise you’ll call if you need anything?”
“Yeah.”
“You be sure to tell Rita she can take as much time as she needs, I can handle any of her current cases if she wants me to.”
“Thank you.” You smiled.
“Now go.” She waved you toward the front door, “go be the amazing wife I know you are.”
You gave her a little wave in thanks and half jogged back to the car. There was an unease in the pit of your stomach, you’d done everything you could possibly have done (aside from setting a honey trap for Chip) to nail this bastard, but with the way the law worked, you could never be certain. You were more than worried about him being granted bail, or house arrest, or the sentencing ending up being minimal and him being even more pissed when he got out. He’d already come after these women so many times, and you were sure you’d added yourself to the list of people he had a grudge against.
When you got home you were slightly surprised to find Rita dozing on the couch, paperwork abandoned on the coffee table in front of her. You pulled the blanket up around her a pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before retreating back to the kitchen to get a start on dinner. It had been a long day for both of you and you were sure a nice home cooked meal would hit the spot right about now.
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