#sonny x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hexgaywire · 1 year

Text

"Taking Care of You While You're Sick" (HC)

[Nijisanji EN Boys Edition]

Ft. Vox Akuma, Sonny Brisko, Ren Zotto, And Hex Haywire

-------- ••• ------- ✧ °✧° ✧ -------- ••• -------

Disclaimer and Reminder; this is based on the characters made by NIJISANJI, not the people behind the character voicing them. If in the future the person expresses or states that fics of this nature makes them uncomfortable I will 100% remove this or anything I write about the characters involved.

F,M,GN?: GN

Warning: Ren swearing like once? Other than that none

Word count: 958

Authors note: Listen if I had to pick one man from each group to take care of me it would be these four. I'm being selfish, I'm sick, and biased but I hope you enjoy regardless. (This is also really short, I wanted to write some feel good stuff, I'm sorry)

Reminder that my requests are open! If you wanna send me one please do!

-------- ••• ------- ✧ °✧° ✧ -------- ••• -------

Vox is very observant and notices you're a little off right away

He takes to canceling whatever he and you have on your schedule today

You have errands to run, laundry to do, homework to do? Too bad you've been bed ridden

He refuses to let you put any stress on until you're 100% better

Vox takes you home and sets you up to be comfortable

"I have to make a quick run to the grocery store, call me if you need me for anything"

He really was quick because it couldn't have been more than 15 minutes before he returns with an arms full of groceries

He fixes you a cup of tea, checking your temperature while you sip on it

Vox rummages around in the groceries and pulls out some fever reducers and gives them to you to take

While you relax he makes you the best soup you've ever had

You didn't realize how hungry you were until you ate, Vox is just happy you're enjoying his cooking

Vox insists on staying the night and won't take no for an answer

He may be a (voice) demon but he's a demon who cares for his clan

Sonny works a lot so he's a little slow to figure out your sick

It was a cough in the middle of a sentence you tried to suppress that got him

Once he realizes your sick, similar to Vox, he sends you home immediately making sure you are not doing anything else except for focusing on getting better

He ties up things at work quickly so he can come over and take care of you, he even takes a couple days off just for good measure

You're not expecting the VSF Commander knocking at your door with your favorite comfort food, meds, and vitamins

But you know it's always welcome

After he makes sure you eat he cleans up for you and then suggests you go lie down on the couch

Sonny does some light food prep for you so you don't have to strain yourself when your hungry

You fade in and out of consciousness while you watch Sonny Brisko putt around your home taking care of little things

When you eventually drift off to sleep he gently checks your temperature with his hand and deems you stable enough to carry to your bed

After tucking you in he can't in good conscience leave, what if something happens??

Sonny grabs a wet cloth to place on your head and eventually sits by the edge of you bed to watch over you

He too eventually passes out and when you wake up you see him there...

You feel safe and cared for knowing Sonny is at arms reach, just for you.

Ren is still learning about human culture

So when your voice comes out horse, he laughs and asks

"What's up with your voice?"

You explain to him that you aren't feeling well today and apologize

"YOUR SICK!? Oh shit uh I've been told about how to deal with this! Let me help you? Please."

How could you say no to him

Ren whisks you away to your room stating it was crucial for humans to get plenty of rest when they aren't feeling well

You can't argue with that and tell Ren you'll take a nap

Once he's sure you're asleep, he runs out to the pharmacy

He returns with almost the entire pharmacy, just in case....

You awake again when Ren places a towel on your head

He smiles down at you hand hands you some water as you sit up

"Staying hydrated is also important when you're sick, the towel thing is also important for... something probably"

You laugh as he rustles around grabbing something else

He hands you a fist full of pills, that's when you notice the stack of medicine boxes behind him

You gently explain to him that taking that amount of medicine could potentially make you more sick

You list off a few medicine names and he hands them to and you take them

"I guess I still have a few things to learn when it comes to taking care of humans..."

You gently squeeze his hands and thank him for being here, because being sick alone is scary

You're lucky Ren is here

Being sick often, Hex hones in that your feeling sick before you do

"You should head home. You're sick."

You're dumbfounded you had stuff that needed to be done, but your thoughts of work are interrupted by the oncoming of a splitting migraine

Resigning with a sigh you excuse yourself to your home

Not two minutes after you settle into bed you get a knock at your door

You're greeted by Hex carrying his favorite soup for the both of you

You invite him in and he asks you to sit and he'll grab anything you need

While the two of you eat Hex turns into a mother hen and asks you for all your symptoms and how your feeling, constantly checking on you

Hex is honestly an angel, he cleans up after you eat, grabs your medicine from your medicine cabinet, he even offers to do any chores you need immediate help with

You feel selfish for making him worry

He assures you that you'd do the same for him, you have done the same for him

It's the least he can do to help ease the burden while your sick

He helps you back to bed and meekly asks if you want him to stay

You'd be honored to have him stay especially since he's such a good caretaker

You thank him for his help and again he says he's just happy to look after you

-------- ••• ------- ✧ °✧° ✧ -------- ••• -------

431 notes · View notes

abbyreedus · 1 month

Text

Save a Prayer

Sonny x Prostitute! Fem reader

Synopsis: You’re a prostitute at a brothel when a sexy biker drops by for some fun. This was inspired by the EODM’s cover of Save a Prayer, and my desire to let this man do whatever he wants to me.

Word count: 1.8k

No description of reader besides being fem. The picture is just for aesthetic purposes.

Additionally, this is my interpretation of how a brothel in the 60’s might work. It is definitely inaccurate. Please don’t look to me for education purposes lol. This is also my interpretation of Sonny. I briefly researched the real Sonny and watched the Bikeriders trailers like 7 times for reference.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, porn with little plot, unprotected p in v (DON’T DO THIS), reader is a prostitute (DON’T DO THIS EITHER), dom! Sonny, implied age gap (no ages mentioned), mentions of alcohol and drug use, oral m! receiving, facefucking, doggy style sex, spanking, mirror sex, objectification, degradation and humiliation via dirty talk, bodily fluids, I’m sure there are more I missed. It’s just filthy y’all.😳 Don’t read if you aren’t comfortable!

It was another bustling night at the Madam Eve’s Whorehouse, and it became overly crowded when a noisy group of bikers rolled in. You watched the large group from your spot on the velvet couch, looking for potential customers. Despite the crowds, you hadn’t had much action today. The men seemingly only wanted to flirt and browse, but this raucous group might change that.

You noticed Sonny first. He was two sheets to the wind already and probably strung out on God knows what else. He was stumbling over his feet and words, flirting with any woman who breathed in his vincinity. He made his way into the room, and everyone seemed to follow him. He must be the leader of this biker group. You watched him as his eyes traveled the bodies of the scantily clad prostitutes on the various couches that littered the room. He eye-fucked each of them, his bleary eyes wandering from woman to woman until he landed on you. He checked out your body first and stopped at your face. He nodded with a lazy smirk and began making his way across the room to where you sat waiting.

“Hey there beautiful. Name’s Sonny. This seat taken?” Sonny said gesturing to the spot in between you and another girl. His hair and beard were disheveled, but you could tell beneath it all that he was a very attractive man. Sonny had stunning blue eyes and high cheekbones. He didn’t have the best teeth and his breath reeked of whiskey, but this intrigued you. His decked-out leather jacket did little to distract you from his broad shoulders and solid arms beneath it. Confidence radiated off him, and his presence dominated the room. You couldn’t help but feel special that out of all the girls there, he picked you. He didn’t wait for your answer as he sank into the couch, putting an arm around you.

“You come here often, Handsome?” you mused. “I think I would have remembered you.”

“Nah, I just blew into town.” The glint in his eyes told you that he wasn’t in town for anything good, or legal for that matter. Ugh, those gorgeous eyes. They were fucking mesmerizing. He was going to be so much fun.

You gave him your best sultry look and ran your hand up his thigh, practically begging him to fuck you.

“You think you can handle me, Darlin’?” he teased. Sonny’s sexual energy was so infectious. His words were making you weak. You usually weren’t into your clients, but he was different.

Moving your hand from his thigh to his already half-hard erection you said, “I’d love to find out.”

He groaned at this, looking at you through heavy eyelids. You swung a leg over him to straddle him, accepting his look as an invitation, and began grinding your barely-clothed pussy against his growing erection. You let yourself get lost in his eyes as you as rubbed up against him. Both his and your breathing were getting heavy when the other prostitute beside you clapped you on the shoulder and playfully said, “Get a room!”

You both stumbled to an open bedroom, so eager for each other’s bodies. The rooms here were nice. They were equipped with two king size beds, and the walls were lined with full size mirrors. Typically, you’d ask clients what all they paid for before beginning a session, but you didn’t want to stop the bedroom talk for money talk.

Sonny stood admiring the room as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Fuck yeah”, he slurred as he began trying to get his pants off. You giggled as he fumbled with his belt, and reached out to help. When you finally got his pants off, you couldn’t help but stare at the absolutely massive cock in front of you. You weren’t used to well-endowed men paying for your services. Most men soliciting prostitutes were doing it because they were ashamed of their bodies. Sonny had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Your cock is huge. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.” you said looking up at him through your lashes.

Without another word, he grabbed the back of your head and forced your mouth onto his dick. He was gentle, but firm in a way that had you absolutely dripping wet. He moved your head back and forth, letting you take your time sucking the tip. His sexy moans and grunts filled the room, and he never took his eyes off you. He slowly began pushing you farther down his length. He was well into your throat now, and you were trying your hardest not to gag, when he suddenly thrust farther without warning. Your throat contracted around his cock, eliciting more moans from the beautiful man above you. You tried your hardest to maintain eye contact as he continued fucking your throat. By this point tears were streaming down your face, and the gagging was giving way to almost puking. Sonny all the while sang you praises.

“That’s a good girl. Choke on this cock you sexy whore.”

When he finally pulled you off his dick, you collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

He let out a low chuckle. “I hope you’re not giving out just yet. I’m paying for all of you.”

You smiled and wiped tears and spit off your face. You were nowhere near done with him. You also wanted all of him.

“Of course I’m not done.” you said in between breaths. “Why don’t you take that jacket off, and let me see your strong body?”

He chuckled again at you and began removing his top layers. You had to stifle a whimper at the sight of his torso. His biceps were huge and beautifully tanned, his shoulders were extremely well built, and he had some sexily dark tattoos. You could see a heart on his chest, along with some indiscernible names scrawled across his upper chest and arm, a demon on his upper arm, and as if on cue, he turned, showing you his powerful back muscles and two large demon-like tattoos. It was hard not to drool.

He turned back and smirked at your reaction. “Like what you see?”

That was the understatement of the century.

You nodded and clambered onto the bed. “How do you want me?”

“From behind.” he growled, as he made his way onto the bed with you. “Your ass was made for doggy and your face for missionary, but this funhouse fuckin’ room let’s me have both.”

You watched in the mirror as he came up behind you and began trying to remove your lingerie. He didn’t waste any time fumbling with the straps and instead started tearing it from your body. Sonny left you just in your heels and stockings before him as he ripped your thong in one final tug. The mirror granted you the perfect view of him behind you as you arched your back for him. At this, he threw his head back and made the sign of the cross.

“Goddamn you’re such a perfect little slut for me.”

Sonny’s large hands caressed your hips and waist as he sat back on his knees looking into the mirror, admiring his little plaything for the night, until one of his hands found a fist-full of your hair. You moaned in anticipation for what was about to come.

“Love these fuckin’ mirrors... Such a pretty face.” he slurred as he began lining himself up with your slick entrance.

You moaned loudly as he pushed himself inside you. The stretch was somehow both painful and pleasurable. Both of you moaned as he bottomed out inside of you. Your pussy was absolutely bursting at the seams.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he mumbled as he began to rock his hips. “You ever had a cock so big, Honey?”

“No, baby. So big.” you whimpered into the mattress.

You yelped in pain and surprise when his palm suddenly connected with the flesh of your ass cheek.

“No sir.” he corrected.

“No sir.”

Your pussy had become so wet that with each thrust, it let out an obscene squelching sound.

“You like that?”

“Yes sir.” you moaned, as he landed another blow.

He pulled your head up by your hair, so you had to watch him fuck you senseless. You could hardly recognize the woman in the mirror. Your makeup was running down your cheeks, and you looked an absolute mess. Your ass jiggled each time his hips snapped into yours’. He was tearing you apart, and you were loving it. With each hard thrust, your orgasm was building deep in your stomach.

“That’s right, Baby.” Sonny said, slapping your ass again. “I can feel you squeezing my cock.”

Your head had almost found it’s way to the mattress, when he pulled your head back up by your hair again.

“No. Watch me destroy you.” Sonny growled. “God, you look so pathetic.”

At this, you lost all control. Your pussy spasmed around his cock, and you screamed so loud everyone in the building probably heard.

“Oh, FUCK.” he gasped as he pulled out and spilled his load all over your ass and back. When he was finished, he gave your ass one more hard spank and fell back into the bed.

You laid there for a while in the most compromising position, while he caught his breath.

“Towels,” he mumbled and began riffling through the bedside table. Sonny found one, cleaned himself up, and tossed it onto your messy back. You cleaned yourself up, while he sat back and lit a cigarette. When you were finished, you fell to the bed beside him and just gazed at him in adoration. His eyes were heavy, and he smiled over at you.

“What would you say if I wanted to take you with me?” he asked.

Suddenly overcome from all the emotions, you started to cry. Big, deep sobs from within you racked your naked body. No one had ever fucked you so good, then offered to save you from this life of selling your body for money. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you were so overcome with endorphins that he might as well have been your soulmate. He cocked an eye at you, and you quickly asssured him that you were okay.

“I would love to come with you. I don’t know who you are, but I know that I never want to leave your side.” you said wiping your tears.

“I guess you didn’t read the back of my jacket, did you? I’m Sonny Barger, leader of the Hells Angels.”

“I’ll be your Angel forever, Sonny Barger.”

“Good. I wasn’t taking no for an answer.” he said as he took another drag from his cigarette.

————————————————————————

Omg guys I’m so excited to share my first ever smutty fanfic. It would mean the world to me if you’d like, comment, and reblog for other Sonny lovers to read. I’m tagging everyone who expressed interest in reading new Sonny fics:

@lazyneonrabbitt @darylsgarden @dilfsandmartinis @r0reep @charlottewatkinsblog

#norman reedus #the bikeriders #the walking dead #funny sonny #daryl dixon #Sonny x reader #Spotify #fan fiction #bike riders #smut #daryl dixon smut #save a prayer

121 notes · View notes

adarafaelbarba · 3 months

Note

Hello, hope you're doing well! If it so inspires you, may I suggest "Feel this? It's just for you." from the smutty one-liners with Sonny Carisi? Thank you 😊

a/n: sorry it isn't a long piece 😅🫣❤️ also please ignore how sad Sonny looks here, he's not sad in this piece 😅

warnings: MINORS DNI!

He stands in front of you, looking deep into your eyes, intoxicating you with his closeness and the smell of him.

"Do ya have any idea what ya do to me, doll?" He asked in a low tone.

Shaking your head you gasped when he grabbed your chin, tilting it so you looked down between the two of you, to the bulge in his slacks.

You carefully moved your hand to cup him, shocked at how big he felt.

"Feel that, doll, that's just for ya," he murmured, finally leaning down to kiss you.

~~~

Tagging:

@plaidbooks @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @thatesqcrush @alwaysachorusgirl @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @bisexual-dreamer02 @misscharlielulu @xoxabs88xox @muchadoaboutcj @beatrice-san @meetmeatyourworst @thats-jaywalking @cursedashes @mysoulisasunflower @crazy4chickennuggets @imaginelover88 @beccabarba @itsjustmyfantasyroom @detective-giggles @guitita @ladylionstar @achataa @nessamc @peauxheaux @silversprings-mp3 @polkadotpenguin16 @pepperbstark @im-a-slut-for-this-man2 @chickensarentcheap @irishavengersassemble

Wanna be on the tag list? Fill out this form to be part of the team 🥰

#my writing #smutty prompts #law and order svu #law and order: svu #svu imagine #law and order svu fic #sonny carisi #detective sonny carisi #dominick sonny carisi jr #dominick sonny carisi #detective dominick carisi #detective dominick carisi jr #sonny x reader #sonny carisi x reader #ada dominick sonny carisi #dominick carisi x reader #dominick carisi jr x reader

101 notes · View notes

altsvu · 3 months

Note

Hi lovely! If you're still taking prompt requests, “Should I slow down?” and/or “No need to rush—we have all night.” with everyone's favorite cannoli Carisi 😍

too fast… or not fast enough

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

prompts used: “Should I slow down? and “No need to rush— we have all night” from the inexperienced smut prompts!

wc: 360

summary: relieving stress with sonny is something you enjoyed, fast or slow.

cw: smut (oral - fem receiving, p in v)

a/n: thank you anon!! this was TOO fun to write considering i don’t really write smut in this context (if that makes sense lol). i didn’t forget about your request, i just got busy with school! also lowkey my summary is trash

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

✯✯✯✯

“Sonny, you’re so irresistible.”

“Good, that’s how I want to be.”

That night had been one of many times you were intimate with Sonny.

It was like an escape from reality; he was stressed, you were stressed… what better way to release that stress right?

One night when the two of you were relieving stress, Sonny wanted to switch things up just a little bit, but he was having a little too much fun. He was going in on your cunt with his lips and you didn’t want him to stop. He looked up at you to watch how you were taking his mouth.

“Should I slow down?” Sonny asked.

“You’re going at the right pace, honey.” you moaned out.

“Good to know.” He smiled and continued devouring every inch of you.

A few nights later, the two of you just so happened to relieve stress once again. Only this time was different.

Sonny seemed to be more agitated than normal when he came home from work, so you had figured it was just a bad day. Over dinner, he told you why he was agitated and also stated that you were the only person that could help him get over it.

You knew exactly what that meant.

Because Sonny was in this state of agitation, he was fast and rough with you. Not that you didn’t like it, you were just feeling a more sensual night with him.

He took off your clothes in damn near one swift motion, laid you on your back, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow.

“No need to rush— we have all night.” You stifled in between moans.

Sonny stopped and the two of you shared a moment together.

“Remember, you also mentioned you were off tomorrow. Let’s take our time, go slow, feel each other. Do you want to do that instead?” You added.

“You’re right baby, let’s do that. I’m sorry for being rough, I-“

You placed a finger on his lips, then ran a hand all over his bare body.

“A bad day happens, it’s okay. Just know I’m here to relieve any of those… feelings you have.”

✯✯✯✯

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

92 notes · View notes

ricciardostoast · 1 year

Text

HMS;; unholy

he absolutely knew of the cultural implications and found it interesting anyway

wc: 900+ [a/n: lol what can i say the world cup affected us all in mysterious ways] warning: implied daddy kink

"can you call me daddy?"

there was nothing you could've done to prepare for the shock you received when your boyfriend slipped into the kitchen with the request. it was enough to stutter the ascend of a fresh brew of roasted coffee to your lips as the liquid sloshed and splattered against the island counter.

"what?"

"daddy. like balenciaga daddy."

the lyrics from the hit sam smith song plays like a slow train wreck as you single in on the scene of the crime. out of everything that song implied, that was what he used as evidence to whatever he'd conjured up in his head. you had only left the man alone for a few minutes while he had finished brushing his teeth.

it wasn't as if it had even played on repeat. you recalled maybe a handful of occasions that it had come across the radio, often while you were making dinner or tidying up the flat.

it had never occurred to you how often it came to heung-min's attention either, though you were convinced now that he was listening to it more frequently on his own time. now you were even more curious what else he was drawing up on the internet.

heung-min was a curious individual, never afraid to try new things and resourceful when filling gaps between language barriers. there were a few odd bits that you would smooth over every once in awhile, but this—this was something new. and you didn't even know where to start.

it was pretty obvious that the man understood at least one use of the term to ask you so boldly, but still you had to check.

"wouldn't you prefer oppa?"

exchanging languages was a give and take between the two of you as you made house out of a home. from furniture arrangements to grocery store runs, you were each learning how to adapt and coexist. watching films together had to be your favorite when you meddled into more complex idioms and social constructs. apparently you had skipped over some important ones.

the man only shook his head, a prominent grin stretching his lips as he ripped a paper towel from the tether to help wipe up the dark liquid.

"oppa is different. it’s doesn’t give the same … impression as daddy."

what kind of ‘impression’ he was looking for would be an entirely different conversation to be had after you finished processing this one.

you really wish he would stop using that word so freely, at least for the sake of the heat blooming under your cheeks. it wasn't even worse because he knew what he was doing. the soft cackle under his breath evident of his intentions.

bracing your hands against the counter, you tried to gracefully mediate the situation.

"and why would you want me to call you that?"

it obviously wasn't a nickname he wished for in public. frequenting the spotlight came with the territory of miscommunication from the public. and with the prevalence of video recording, it would only take one stray ear to catch wind of a conversation and spin it into something bigger. granted this wouldn't be overly socially damning, but someone crafting a tale about your intimacy rubbed you wrong.

heung-min shrugged, but there was a pinch to his brow that indicated he was still thinking on it. the expression was enough to give you pause as you contemplated how much of this was a joke versus a serious inquiry. you couldn't put it past him to want to explore. the two of you were nearing your two year mark but rather agreeably settled in the relationship.

everyday presented an opportunity to test new boundaries, and apparently today was that lucky day.

"i prefer the way it sounds in english."

its your turn to observe, entranced, as a rosy hue colored the roundness of his cheeks. there was absolutely no doubt now that he had dabbled into the web to research just how different.

heung-min's dark eyes flickered up to catch yours, mouth turning a hitch downward as he read through your countenance.

"it doesn't need to be ... sexual."

but it would always be intimate. a word saturated with heavier elements no matter how lightly it was used. it's hommage would inevitably drag some toe-curling images to mind.

it was almost too beguiling to outwit your inquisitiveness. apparently the same could be said for heung-min if he had built up the courage to ask you outright.

but you knew this man, growing to love his playful and often curious person. he would prod at the idea but if you showed disinterest he'd back off with no further mention. he was endearingly considerate, enough so to make you want to experiment yourself.

your pause made the man apprehensive, lips parted with a mouthful of excuses to pull an emergency break on the conversation. but you weren't ready to give up just yet.

hand following the curve of the marble top, you slunk around to fit yourself between it and heung-min as you were the one to grin.

"how does the song go again ... mummy don't know daddy's getting hot."

the line of his throat hides your amusement as you roll to your toes to pepper nipping kisses to the curve of his jaw. before you reached your destination, his throat was already humming with a low moan while his hands came up to palm at your hips.

"at the body shop, doing something unholy—," a sharp gasp escaped as heung-min's hands dipped to grip onto your thighs to hoist them up around his waist.

it was certainly a fresh spark in your ever evolving relationship and something you couldn't skimp without at least attempting the taste of it.

nose to nose now, he was free to lean in and slot his mouth against yours. it was notably interesting, kissing a man whose mouth could split into a grin at any given opportunity. you couldn't help but laugh into his exhale.

'give me love, give me fendi, my balenciaga daddy.'

#son heung min x reader #son heung min imagines #son heung min fanfic #football x reader #football imagines #football fanfic #sonny x reader #im so sorry george

480 notes · View notes

daddydoddsjr · 6 months

Note

Ahhh I’m so happy you’re writing/posting again!

Could I ask for 31 with Sonny, please?

thank you :) trying to get back into the flow of it again.

Inexperienced Smut Prompts #31 - "I'm worried I won't be good enough."

Sonny had been your boyfriend for 9 months now. He was pretty much all you could ever ask for; handsome, loving, protective, supportive, kind. You'd had a few boyfriends before, but they didn't last long, and you hadn't felt as loved by them as you did with Sonny.

The first time he tried to do more than just make out with you, you stopped him in a slight panic, as you hadn't ever done more than that. Now you sat in front of him, undressed and embarrassed as he looked at you, admiring your body as he himself was only in a pair of briefs.

"You alright, doll?" He asked, moving closer to you and gently taking your hand in his, gently squeezing it.

"I'm... worried."

"Do you want to stop here? We don't have to do anything else."

"I want to... I'm just..." You let out a big sigh, like all of the air left your lungs, "I'm worried I won't be good enough."

"Hey, hey... don't say that," His voice was more serious now, "You'll always be good enough for me. More than good enough. You don't have anything to worry about. Do you believe me?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, Sonny."

He kissed you for a moment, and began to push you down until you were flat on your back, looking up at him. “I promise this’ll feel really good,” he whispered, pulling his briefs down.

#law and order svu #l&o: svu #svu #sonny carisi #sonny carisi smut #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi fanfic #sonny x reader

46 notes · View notes

congratsyoureanidiot · 5 months

Text

(this gif is absolute shit my apologies. i had to get it from a youtube video😫 i will repost a more clear version of this)

chronically in love with you

emily sonnett x reader

this fic is loosely based off of my experience with pots and hyper mobile eds as an athlete. i hope anyone who reads this enjoys it😌

reader’s pov

It was nearing the 48th minute when you felt it hit, you were having a flare up right in the middle of the semifinal. Sure, you’ve had plenty of flare ups during games and you’ve played through bad days, but this was your first time having it happen in such a critical game. You groan slightly as you start to feel lightheaded and dizzy, your heart rate starting to increase.

“Fuck”, you mutter to yourself. You know you kind of need a minute to adjust to what’s happening to your body and to breathe. You don’t want to go off, however, or feel the need to quite frankly. Every other time this has happened your team gladly adapts to the situation, wanting to help in anyway they can. Sometimes you would have to go off for a second, while other times you’d stay on and just take it easy for a bit, your teammates only passing to you when necessary until you were okay to continue again. They’ve always told you that they’d have your back, all you had to do was say what you needed and they’d act accordingly. You look over your left shoulder as you’re getting back into position and see the one person that you feel most comfortable and confident that will help you in this situation. The one person that specifically promised to you that she’d look after you.

“Sonny”, you find yourself murmuring, doubting that she heard you over the ambience of the game.

sonny’s pov

The two of you had been dating for just a few weeks, Sonnett finally having the courage to ask you out. She already knew about your health problems because you had openly told the team, but she didn’t really know the exact details until she started talking romantically with you. Even before then she had always kept a watchful eye out for you, not being able to help herself due to her ever growing feelings. She had always asked how you were feeling and if you needed anything and would always be the first to notice when something was even slightly off. She would ask about your health and wanted to learn about everything that you had, no matter how complex the condition or the name was. Anytime you’d be feeling slightly more symptomatic than usual, she’d be the first to talk to you about it. If she noticed any discomfort on your part, she’d be the first to put a comforting hand on you. If you started to feel faint, she’d be the first to put her arms around you to steady you and keep you from falling. She was just always there when you needed her, and this only got stronger when the two of you got together. She seemed to know when you were feeling poorly even before you did, she’d recognize your tells even before you had time to register what was happening within your body. She’d ask if you took your medication and would give it to you if you ever forgot. If you fainted she’d be the first one to rush to your side and hold you until you were conscious and able to get up again. If you dislocated your joints she’d always comfort you as you got them put back in. She was always just there and ready to do whatever you asked of her. That’s why when you called out to her, ask weak as it was, she heard you.

“Sonny”, she just barely heard you say. She knew by the sound of your voice that something wasn’t right. She snapped her head towards you, concern evident in her features.

reader’s pov

Your eyes widen in disbelief when you realize that she heard you. In fact, you’d be a grinning mess if you didn’t feel so badly.

“I don’t feel good”, you manage to say a bit louder than you had said her name. You take a deep breath and move your legs around as you see her make eye contact with you, trying to calm your heart rate and keep your blood from pooling in your legs.

sonny’s pov

Her heart drops a bit as she looks at you and sees weak eyes looking back, worry starting to course through her body. She nods at you slightly, fully processing what you’ve said.

“Okay”, she says gently, her nods getting bigger as she turns to get into position. She tries her best to be as nonchalant as possible as she gestures to the rest of the team to cover for you. She doesn’t want to get herself too worked up about the situation and cause herself to make mistakes due to being worried about you. She does her best to keep an eye out for you while continuing to do what she needs to do for the team. She finds herself going extra hard for the next few minutes, wanting to do everything in her power to do a good job covering for you and allowing you time to take a minute to manage your health. She’ll be damned if she fucks anything up when it comes to you. She ends up being able to walk next to you as the team resets for a goal kick.

“Are you okay baby?”, she asks as she puts a hand on your lower back. She takes a look at you, searching for any signs of discomfort from you.

“Yeah”, she hears you respond.

“You sure? It’s alright if you’re not babe…I want you to take care of yourself”, she finds herself rubbing your back ever so slightly.

“I’m okay now Em, I’ll let you know if it changes.”, you respond honestly to her.

“Okay baby. I’ll be watching out for you”, she pats you on the back gently before going to the spot she needs to be in.

The rest of the game she keeps an eye out for you just like she promised, constantly looking to you and nodding to you to wordlessly ask if you’re okay. She takes pride in watching you recover and play your heart out for the rest of the game, cheering you on and giving you encouragement when she can. Once the game is over she makes a beeline to you and gives you a hug.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I know this isn’t the first time you’ve felt off during a game, but just getting to watch you work through it and all…and it’s such an important game and…I’m sure you felt a lot of pressure and…it-it was just so badass to me…I don’t know. I’m just…I’m proud to call you mine…”, she kind of chuckles.

“Don’t…don’t listen to me…uh…I’m sure you still feel like crap, huh?”, she shakes her head at her rambling and pulls from the hug to look at you.

“Yeah, it’s not as bad as it got during the game, but yeah i feel like some shit”, you tell her honesty.

“What can I do for you? When we get back do you want me to hold you or give you a massage or something? I’ll do whatever you need baby, just tell me.”, her eyes widen a bit out of curiosity as she sees a smile forming on your face.

“What?”, she feels a smile creeping onto her face, just not being able to help herself. She watches as you shake your head and start to walk towards the locker room, still smiling.

“What?!”, she says now laughing as she watches you walk away.

Later on back at the hotel she does just as she promised and tends to you and your needs. She holds you and asks what was bothering you during the game and how you managed to work through it, wanting to know in case she needs to help you or give encouragement to you while you recover. She talks with you and comforts you until it lulls you to sleep. She just watches you sleep for a long while, not believing she gets you call you hers. She feels her heart swell at the thought of spending all of her days with you and building a future with you. Even though it’s only been a few weeks since the two of you started dating, she feels like everything has just fallen into place and couldn’t imagine her life without you by her side.

“I love you baby”, she whispers into your ear, hoping that her words make their way into your dreams. She kisses you on the head and turns out the light, holding you even tighter with a smile on her face as she drifts off to sleep.

#emily sonnett x reader #harvey jade’s writing things #sonny x reader #emily sonnett

39 notes · View notes

writingmeraki · 1 year

Text

[ 11: 37 ]

a son heungmin drabble!

genre : fluff, pinch of angst.

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

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

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

word count : 1.6k

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

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

Humans and their little joys in life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seemed like he was down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why?

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

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

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

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

Beautiful.

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

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

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

Pretty.

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey! I ask-"

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

"SHI- I didn't mean-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You turned your head towards him and said

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

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

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

"one, two, THREE!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#son heung min #football imagines #son heungmin x reader #sk football #son heungmin fanfic #football drabbles #son heungmin imagines #son heungmin fluff #son heungmin drabble #sonny #sonny x reader #sonny fluff #sonny drabble #son heungmin fanfiction #[ pri works ]

308 notes · View notes

https-sonshine · 1 year

Text

Muy Grande

pairing : son heung-min x reader

word count : 911 words

warnings: slightly suggestive, slight cursing

authors note: hey guys this is a small draft from the fanfic i’m working on.i haven’t written in a while so i’m not quite sure if i’m doing it right. please feel free to leave constructive criticism and let me know what you guys think about it 😅

_________________________________________________

Son watches you.

The humid summer air envelopes him and makes him clammy as he watches as you pull your shorts down. Denim stutters against your skin as sweat cling to them. With your back against the brick wall, you lift your feet to stand on tiptoes. Your cheeks look soft and shiny under the dim alleyway light. Watching you start to relieve yourself, the puddle under you grows. Something is intoxicating about the look of instant relief on your face.

Fuck. Why am I getting harder?

A night out drinking sealed his fate. He knew he should've been resting for the upcoming match. Drinking wasn't his thing. Inevitably, he had been a victim of peer pressure. He didn't expect to meet you. You were like coming up for a breath of fresh air. Underneath his cherry smile, he had been drowning in the pressure of leading his team through the world cup. He didn't want to disappoint his country. He was sure you had yet to learn who he was and that you would have no recollection of tonight's events. His thoughts wandered to your friends, your boyfriend.

What kind of boyfriend purposely tries to pimp their girlfriend out? Is there not a limit to showing off?

However, that thought left his head as soon as it knocked his mind. After all, it was none of his business. Since that dreadful drinking game, you had stuck to him like glue. Rocking back and forth uncomfortably, you tugged on his shirt sleeve.

"Preciso de urinar," she slurred.

(I need to pee)

"What"

"Urinar, o toalete," you exclaimed whilst rubbing your legs together.

(Pee, the toilet)

Toilet?

His mouth formed an O shape as the realisation hit him. He looked around, but it seemed unlikely that any English players would return soon. Son wiped his sweaty palms against his shorts and carefully pushed you two through the crowd in search of a toilet.

The familiar sight of a female stick figure caused him to exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding. He strengthened his grip on your hand and dragged you towards the long line of women.

"A linha...." you muttered, causing his eyebrows to shoot up.

(The line...)

"É muito longa, linha longa, longa," you kept repeating like a chant.

(Is too long, line long, long)

He ran his hands through his head, mouth slightly open, yet no words could come out

"Linhaa longa" you let go of his hand and pointed towards the line.

(Linee is long )

"Line too long?" he said, making you nod mindlessly.

How did he end up here? He asked himself again. Before he could start feeling sorry for himself, he noticed the pretty girl was no longer standing before him. Instead, she was stumbling toward the bar's exit. He quickly made his way towards you just in time to witness their pathetic attempt at pushing a pull door.

Cute

"A porta não abre porque" he saw you pout and squeeze your eyes shot before you pointed at the door

(The door isn't opening. Why? )

"It's a pull door," he lightly chuckled whilst pulling the door open

Her eyes bored into his. Suddenly, her face cracked into a smile.

"Muy grande" is all she said

(You're so cool)

God, what he would do just to see her smile like that again

And this is how he ended up in this humid summer air instead of the comfort of his hotel room.

At the entrance to the alleyway, he stood guard to ensure you didn't attract anyone's attention. To ensure that no creeps were doing what he was doing right now.

Despite being finished, you haven't shimmied back up the wall. Or re-put your shorts on. Son observes as you tilt your head to the side, glistening eyes meeting his gaze.

Don't be weird. Don't make this weird.

"Sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Está bem," You giggle and continue to sit there for a little while, the alcohol in your system making your brain sluggish.

(It's okay)

"Merda, eu estou perdido"

(Shit, I'm wasted)

"Your pants are not on," he quickly says before turning around, which causes you to look back down at your bare legs encased in shorts. He hears a muttered "Merda" from behind him, which prompts him to turn around as your hands clumsily pull the sides up, underwear and all. You don't even button them before standing back up in such a shaky manner that Son extends a hand to you for support.

As you start strolling out of the alleyway, he can't help but notice your panties poking out from above your waistband

"Wait, wait!" He shouts, "Button your shorts first," grasping your arm to stop you.

You waste too much time fumbling with the zipper and button before giving up and letting your hands drop to your sides.

"Voce nao fala portugues voce?" she mumbled before biting her lip.

(You don't speak Portuguese, do you?)

"Can't," you hiccup, "do it for me."

Son hesitates before coming up from behind you. Your panties are twisted and sitting high on your hips as a result of how forcefully you shoved them up. The front of the shorts are entirely exposed and barely holding on.

The warmth of your body pressed against his only made him harder, his shaky fingers not taking long to push the button through.

His hands drop, and he slowly moves from behind you, scared he's made you uncomfortable. You turn around, closing the gap between you two, faces close, sparkly eyes smiling at him with an emotion he can't make out.

"I-"

"The others must be wondering where we are," you say before remaking your way out with faltering steps.

Completely unaware of what you've just done to him.

#son heung min #son heung min fanfic #heung min son #son heung min imagines #son heung min x reader #football imagine #football imagines #sonny x reader #tottenham hotspur #world cup 2018 #football fanfic #wattpad #jesse lingard

108 notes · View notes

solluve · 2 years

Text

noctyx school drabbles!!

ecoute cherieeee jsgsawqiuw I HAVE A FINAL EXAM

not proofread, I'll do it when I have more energy!!@ ────────────────────────

alban

The second school's tornado. He would ruin everything with his silly pranks alongside another mf named Mysta. You didn't even want to THINK about what he was going to do for his senior prank, maybe he'll nuke the school. (I can see him doing that deadass,,) however his classes were mostly upstairs, while you preformed hall duty downstairs. You had only heard from your colleagues that worked with you on how bad he was. You were thankful for once, you didn't even have a choice on what floor you wanted to monitor.

Until now.

"Y/nn, cmon! The teachers don't pay attention to who does what hallway, as long as their there! The person in charge doesn't care either, I'm sure of it!" Your freind keep pressing on you to switch area shifts with her, you didn't even tell her that the downstairs was probably worst than upstairs. But if she insisted to take your area however, you didn't mind as much, it's a win win situation!

You had suddenly gladly accepted her offer in a upbeat mood. Much to her dismay, she couldn't sworn you'd say no. Nevertheless, she was overjoyed as well! Maybe she could even pay you to keep the upstairs shifts.

But you were pretty sure she was going to regret the switch, and she was pretty sure YOU were going to regret taking the offer too.

Both of you split up, silently praying for eachother in the process.

It was 12:55 five minutes before your last block, the last block was a complete mess. Kids running to get to their 4th blocks, and then there was kids who couldn't care any less about the time, they strolled along and stopped to great freinds. To completely diffrent groups mushed into a single bland hallway. Not to mention the rate of bullying went up a little bit, you had seen more people get shoved and knocked into lockers than you saw people simply opening their lockers in innocent mannerism. The bell had rang and echoed throughout the hallway, clicking of doors accompanieded multiple footsteps as kids began to emerge out of their suffocating 3rd block classrooms (I'm looking at you my 3rd block ccra class) you corrected some kids on there speed, both slow and fast. You simply monitored the hallway, everything was way better than downstairs. It was clearer and just had more space to breath, you felt like you were in a mosh pit each time.

"Incomming!! Ah, Watch out, miss!" Somebody shouted in a laughing tone, soon turning into fear.

You swiftly looked to your side to see a male riding what looked like a... make shift sled? That surely was some type of file cabinet he found in the schools trash, it looked like he attached wheels to the bottom, and he was riding a top speeds, towards you!

not to mention he wasn't wearing any sort of protection gear. charge him for that

BAM! suddenly he had knocked right into you at such a fast speed, the impact of you and the file cabinet stopped the movement completely. Thanks alot neutons laws of gravity, your now dead because of it!

Is what you thought, in the time you had pasted out, the male quickly emerged from his makeshift ride and rushed towards you panicking, he didn't even know your name.

You woke up in the nurses office. You half expected to wake up in the ER honestly. Your whole body ached, but especially your ankles and knees, they felt like they popped right out and forced back in.

a quiet "tsk" could be heard for a female, as she continued,

"They're awake, I suppose you owe them an apology? Mr Knox?" Your eyes meet hercrometria ones right when she spoke.

"Of course I do! I would never think about not making up for my actions!" liar....ofc we would not aplogize.

"Uhu, and stop doing reckless things like that. I get your backpack was thrown and you wanted to catch it, but be aware of your surroundings."

huh. wdym by backpack thrown.

She had left the room, and you sat right up, scaring the poor male in the process.

"Didn't you ram into me with a—" a finger was shot up, the male shushing you in the process.

"H-Hey! Don't say that, she might here us!"

"Oh, so you lied?" You deepend.

"Sh! Your the one who also switch their shift! I saw you both talking about it, so as long as you stay silent about this, I'll stay silent about that, deal!?"

"My 'crime' isn't as big as yours, hell, you could get suspend!" You grabbed his finger and put it right down, you even managed to crack his knuckles in the process.

"Okay, okay. I understand what I did, not stop lecturing me!"

"You right I'll stop..and let the principle continue this." You had gotten up from the nurses bed, thay was actually more comfortable than you thought, however suddenly a major headache ensured, causing you to stumble back into your past position, alban had both hands on your shoulders in an attempt to stabilize you.

"You shouldn't get up! Your still healing." captain obvious fr... you simply sighed and hoisted your legs back onto the cushion rather the the floor.

"I'm going to bed."

"...your still going to tell?"

"If you can look after me while I'm sleeping..then no."

You didn't know he was already planning too. Despite how many classes he would skip.

and maybe you didn't even know how it was all staged, just so he could spend time with you. (crazy mf)

______

sonny

!! Both of you were hall monitoring officers, and responsible to oversee any bullying. It wasn't a terribly hard job, and this time, you were getting paid! ....2$ an hour, that is. Their excuse for their low pay was, "the rest of the payment will be delivered in education!" unfair mf. But, you did believe they were paying you in ANOTHER- other way.... seeing that mysterious blonde everyday was what kept you working for that $2.

He was silent for the most part, opting to hang out with his secluded group of friends only. If only you could get closer to him!

"I can tell somethings on your mind" your freind had taken a seat next to you during math class. You sighed and slowly rotated you head to look.

"Just noticed? I've ran out of options, I even tried to trip infornt of him, another girl quickly came to my aid and took me to the nurse."

"You tried...tripping infornt of him? Like that cliche stereotypical soft girl who trips infront of her crush?? You've lost your mind!"

"I KNOW THAT !" you shouted, shaking the desk in the process. You quickly cupped your hand over your mouth in shock. Your class was working on a sheet of paper, and luckily you were allowed to chat. However, it went completely silent after your outburst.

What made matters even worse, a tuff of yellow hair entered the room in the exact moment. Paper in hand, you could tell he was there to drop something off. He looked right at you, frazzled. Next to him was a shorter male with brown hair, he covered his ears and whined. How dramatic! but also..reasonable.

You stood in shock, completely unresponsive. Silently, you muttered an a aplogy, bowing in what seemed to be a perfect 90° angle.

Fuck. He probably thinks your weird now! Ykw, scratch that—everyone had probably thought it.

You had hid during all of your math classes heading forward, opting to stop answer questions (honestly what questions did you even know the answer to fuck math) and opting to just stay silent. Your posture had never been so perfect..yet so stiff.

"Oh cmon! Everyone forgot about that little stuff. It only stays for about two days, then everyone doesn't care anymore!" She said, struggling to pull off your completely stature persona.

"But he didn't! I'm pretty sure he's laughing with his friends about it in his class..as we are speaking!"

"Oh stop being dramatic! Keep this up and you'll get a message home."

"—what?"

"You haven't been answering, the teacher had noticed, he'll probably send a message home complaining like the dick he is." She sighed , fiddling with her infamous mechanical pencil. "You could always aplogize and clear things up too you know, aren't you in the same snitch program?"

"..the bully mointer progam?"

"Yeah, that."

It was after school, and luckily you had a meeting with the president who started the whole organization, it was a miracle! This was God's sign to go for it, you were totally sure!! You even had a plan.

1.) Go to up to him.

2.) jsvsisgwiavwiwbw9whw APLOGIZE SOMEGOW?? BUY HIM SOMRTHING FOR BREAKING HIS ESRDRUMS?? SELL YOUR SOUL TO THE DEVIL IN HOPES HE FORGIVES TOU AND THEN WE KISS??

Bullet proof plan! You go! Your freind was never more disappointed reading your plan.

They had gracosiuly gaveb your unit 20 minutes before the meeting, and you were SCANNING for the man. Wouldn't even be surprised if you pull out binoculars.

But he's also,, tall. So it wasn't hard to find him in the first 2 minutes.

Quickly had strolled to him nervously, you couldn't be confident in anyway, not after what happend 4 days ago. He stared at you completely nonchalant, why did this man have to be so fucking imitating?? LIKE SMILE

You quickly blurted, "I'm very sorry for what happend during my math class. I would appreciate it if you'd allow me to buy you and your..freind, something of your pick." You sounded professional! Congrats.

Your still being eaten by anxiety though!

Until, he laughs. HE LAUGHED, you rose from your 90° bowing position, AND HE HAD A SMILE !! MISSION...ACCOMPLISHED?? or is he just laughing at you.

"Its fine, no need to worry about anything." He ruffled your hair

"But, I'll take that offer, just exclude my freind from this..and we can go to a Cafe together."

Sure! What wait. YOU could've given him to money to buy something at the cafe....wtf does he want to go with you? And why is he excluded his freind?!

DID U RLLY SELL YOUR SOUL??

______

yugo (I still love this mf)

Not so much a mysterious man..in fact he was kinda social? More like everyone knows him, talks to him whenever he's free, but still calls only a small group of people his actual freinds.

He was probably one of the best in his music classes too, knowing all of the musical terms, notes, etc.

And you....hadn't known shit. You chosen it for your electives since you thought it would be easy, who knew music had this much to offer?? Should've switched early...

You were iffy freinds with the navy. You could talk to him whenever, he could laugh over your jokes and sudden complaints, but after that bell rung, everything was over. You both separated ways so God damn fast. Even when you were packing up you didn't say a word, it was just...how you both worked.

And it was another one of those days, your teacher gave you permission to pack up earlier than before, explaining how she had things to do. You placed your folder back into your bag, music notes and occasional doodles sprawled out. It was practically useless, the music notes were dragged and ragged. It was hard to read in general. Suddenly you had packed your second folder in your bag, but you mistakenly tilted is upside down, causing a note to spill right by yugos foot. He had snickered before snatching it, werid way to give it back but... alright..

"How can you even read this?" He asked, and that's the first time he even spoken to your by himself, you always had to start the conversation.

"I dont, I just put things down to make the teacher think I'm listening." You replied, whispering when it came to the "teacher" part, you might not be respecting her by not taking notes properly, but you were still scared to DEATH by her.

"....do you know what fermata even is?"

"..a what now?"

He sighed dramaticly, leaning dangerously on the chair. He was quickly scolded by the teacher.

"Music is pretty easy!"

"Music has so much terms, I thought it was just about making it sound pretty!"

"THATS what you thought when signing up??" He gave you a hearty laugh, clutching the paper in his hand. It was nice for once, actually have a conversation. Yeah sure, I did elaborate on how you guys did talk, but it was never like this. And you did admit that you rather have it this way than anything before.

"How 'bout this, I can give you my own notes for you to study for this upcoming final exam, but you have to..." suddenly he looked up at you, straight faced, "but, you have to actually talk to me in the hallways and everything!"

what?

"So...be your freind?" He nodded early, but soon had laughed awkwardly after a second or 2 of silence.

"That honestly sounds weird, doesn't it?" He mummbeld, but you just shrugged. Anything for those notes.

You did just what he asked. You talked to him in the hallways, even opting to visit him during lunch and say a joke or two. But as this went on and the deadline of the final exam was closer on the calender, he began to act...off. more grumpier, less wanting to talk to you. At this point, you were even to scared to ask for the notes. He was just, more distant. And as much as you were scared, you could not afford to fail this final exam. You had goals! Your parents had expectations! Failing music...what's a bigger slap to the face? So, you had to find out.

It took a while for his freinds to all come to the lunch table. He was the first one to arrive, that's when you usually told him jokes and short stories so he wouldn't be lonley while waiting.

So you did it again, you both met eyes while you approached the same table, and you gave him a small smile, before going serious.

"Listen, why have you been so off? Did I do something— did someone else do something?" You almost pressured him, he looked a bit shocked that you even noticed it.

"You didnt—nobody did anything wrong it's just.." He took a sharp intake, "I relized that once the music exam is over..you'd stop talking to me and being my freind. And I don't want that to happend! But I just decided to distance myself so it wouldn't be as bad when you did."

Oh. Oh! OH.

That's surprising, how knew that the yugo asuma actually wanted to talk to you then anyone here.

He looked sheepish, avoiding eye contact and picking his nails.

You smile got softer and you began to coo,

"I didn't know you wanted to be my freind so bad! You should've just said so, but i get it! Who doesnt want to be freinds with my dumbass?" you laughed and pointed back at him, he looked as if he was going to punch you from the teasing.

That was another thing, he didn't want to be just be freinds.

But he could complain about that on a later date.

______

fulgur

A good student overall! He had good grades, a good reputation, okay...freinds.., and good athletic ability! You had manged to land in his history class, which..sucked! The teacher, not him.

This included the teacher assigning a historical script the students had to perfrom,, and just your luck, the groups would be picked by the 'wheel of names.com' (bane of my existence) and you had gotten into a shitty group! NOBODY wanted to talk. You had attempted to get their phone numbers and try to decide roles, but they didn't budge! The took one look at you and were on their phones the next.

This was a major assignment! You didn't want to do bad, it didn't make anything better that your group had to make the script, it wasn't provided. You thought all hope was lost! Until you heard the teacher scold another group.

"You all, stop discussing unrelated topics! You, white haired, move to group A!" Your head perked up hearing the mentions of your own, terrible group. A tall mall sluggishly walked to yours, a irritated smirk plastered.

You could tell he didn't want to even be here, he dragged a chair to yours, and sat right next to you.

"So..what are yalls roles again? Topic?" He sighed, yet nobody responded. You were endlessly clicking through random tabs to make it look like you were doing something.

"..some shit about an explorer, we don't know how tf we are." Your classmates replied, scrolling through his snapchat. I wonder why everyone doesn't know who tf they are!

He came to the conclusion that this group was useless, you had came to that conclusion a while ago however.

It was no doubt that at 5am the day it was due you'd just write the whole thing yourself. Maybe you'd complain to the teacher about it, but that would seem uncool! The group mates would get terribly upset! And it's not that the teacher would keep you anonymous either, he had a big mouth.

So, you did exactly what you said. At 5am you woke up and began the script. The last edit was made 22 hours ago, by you, of course.

In the process of you going through trial and error with the script, another icon had appeared on the document. You hovered your mouse and the name read,

"Fulgur Ovid."

Huh, maybe he was checking if someone was doing it. That was kind of embarrassing hello?? What If he was reading the script..(or what you call a scirpt) and making in fun if it?!

A comment appeared on the doc,

— Fulgur Ovid; 5:26am,

Doing great, didn't actually expect someone to work on this, I was lowkey accepting a bad grade. I respect you, alot. :) —

AAUAYAVAIAV!!!! GO YOU!! Before you could respond, and other comment appeared,

— Fulgur Ovid; 5:27am,

Weren't we supposed to give eachother our numbers? I'll work with you on this, just call me, dear xxx-xxx-xxxx. —

OUYDDIUTIEUTTIUSTDIUYITDRI6SRUS6UR6S Such a heartwarming man! You were scared to call, would you hear his morning voice though?? OML

______

uki YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, he'd constantly tease you for your choice of outfit. This is school NOT THE MET GALA. He'd even take the time out of your day to met you at your locker and explain so much drama you didn't even care for! It was stupid, HE was stupid. Constantly annyoing you when you clearly didn't want to deal with him, how much hints does this mf need?

The same day, same locker, this time he was yapping about a rumored fight thay was going to happen at the back of the school.

"But the werid part about it was that it's gonna be a 'pick fight!' "

"And what is a pick fight, your highness?" You exaggerated, clearly uninterested.

"Some shit where whoeveres there, innocent or not, gets a chance to be fought. Ion know someone just brings them into the circles and the have at it." He shrugged, you could tell he was pondering about it more than he should've, his foot taping agasint the dirty floorboards was your evidence.

But also...you had never been to one of these..these. and clearly it was always interesting. After those types of days, it would be the talk of the school. If you didn't know about it, people just laughed and called you innocent minded.

Well.....it's kind of a must to go see a school fight before you graduate (it's not I can assure you THEY SCARY AF but they fight so funny), is what you told yourself. Honestly you were finding any way to convince yourself to go..one couldn't hurt.

He seemed to be correct, right as that bell rang more students had taken the exit leading to the back of the school as usual. And you followed right along. You spotted a friend of yours and made quick talk.

"Heya! So what's all this for?"

"People are having a fight, but it's rumored it could turn into a pick fight situation, left and right, kids getting punched, exciting!"

"You could get picked...you know that right?"

"I do! But I never do!"

You've lost hope, for everyone. Some kids sat at the bleachers while others opted to have "meetings" in the bathrooms and locker rooms nearby. Approximately 30 minutes later did two people stand infornt of everyone and began to fight. It was so funny to see them swing in such a...in proper manner. You were not fighting expert! But you atleast knew to never tuck in your thumb while swinging.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder mid way, you expected to see the girl you had just talked to prior before, but you saw a kid you have never even knew.

"You think your better than me huh?! Sitting all high and mighty!"

Nah.....what the fuck this man on?! DID HE HAVE THOSE BROWNIES DONT LIE TO ME

YOU WERENT EVEN DOING ANYTHING,

"Its called good posture..?" It didn't even sound like you had an attuide, you were generally confused. Maybe he was just trying to be the new talk of the school, but you didn't!

Just as he was going to swing, he aburtbly stopped and was pulled back.

oh shit...nah you rather have him swing.

Standing there at 5'6 stood that stupid mf. But he didn't even look happy anymore.

They were the talk of the TOWN that day. all becuase of you, congrats! <3

_________ BAREBWITH ME IM TIRED IK THEIR SHITRY PROMPTS I DONT HAVE A CREATIVE MINDEST RN

#fulgur x reader #fulgur ovid #uki violeta #uki violeta x reader #Uki x reader #alban knox #alban x reader #yugo asuma #Yugo asuma x reader #Yugo x reader #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #sonny x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #LMSKMSHHWWJ I HATE TAGS

135 notes · View notes

foryouthem00n · 2 years

Text

“Always.”

A/N: Sorta short compared to my usual posts, sorry y’all. Inspired by the song Keep Driving by Harry Styles :)

Maple syrup, coffee

Pancakes for two

Hash brown, egg yolk

I will always love you

It was the first day of the trial for Sonny’s first big case as ADA. He had been up most of the night going over all of the evidence and any other important information that he’d need for the trial. You don’t know when he ended up coming to bed, but you woke up early, planning to do something special for him before he left for his big day. You carefully disentangle yourself from Sonny’s grasp, tip toeing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

You get out pots, pans, bowls, and every ingredient that you can think of from the fridge so that you can make Sonny a big breakfast before he has to leave for the day. Sonny usually just grabs a coffee on his way to work and calls it his breakfast, but today, you knew that he couldn’t go to the courthouse on an empty stomach. You begin frying two eggs in one pan, sunny side up, and hash browns in another pan on the stove. While they’re cooking, you whip up some pancake batter in a bowl. As you start pouring the batter, you hear footsteps in the living room.

“Good morning, doll,” You hear Sonny sleepily mumble before his arms are wrapped around your waist as you stand at the stove. “Something smells good.”

“Morning, Dom,” You greet him, smiling at the feeling of his touch. “Pancakes, hash browns, and eggs just how you like them.”

“You know I love you, right?” Sonny asks, practically drooling at the sight of the food on the stove.

You giggle at him. “I love you too. Coffee isn’t enough when you have such a big case today. Now go sit, I’m almost done.”

Sonny released from his grasp on you and sat down at the kitchen table. He took a sip from the cup of coffee that was already waiting for him at his place setting. He watched as you finished cooking, plating the food and bringing it to the table.

You give Sonny his plate before sitting down at the table with yours. He puts butter and syrup all over his pancakes, and shakes some salt and pepper onto his eggs before digging in. You glance over at him as he eats, chuckling to yourself at how hungry he appears.

“Take a breather there, Counselor.” You joke.

“Why don’t I have you cook breakfast for me every morning?” Sonny asks.

“Because you insist on only coffee.” You remind him.

“After today I might rethink that decision. This is way better than coffee, baby.”

You smile in response to Sonny. “I’m glad you like it. You need all of the strength and energy that you can get for a big day like today.”

“You take such good care of me. I’m so lucky.” Sonny trails off as he goes back to eating his breakfast.

The two of you finish your food and get ready for the day. Sonny showered while you picked out your clothes for work, and then the two of you switched as you went to shower and he went to pick out which suit to wear for court. You both brush your teeth, wash your face, do your hair, etc. Sonny finishes before you, gathering all of his notes and papers for the trial in the meantime. When you come out of your bedroom and into the living room, Sonny is nervously pacing around the room.

You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him close to you. Sonny sighs in relief and you can feel his body relax a bit as you hug him.

“You’re gonna do great, Dom. You’ve already got this.” You tell him as you look up at him.

“Thanks, baby. I’m just nervous.”

“You have no reason to be nervous. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. You know exactly what you’re doing and everything will work out in the end.”

Sonny sighs. “I guess you’re right.”

“And regardless of what happens today, I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get home and we can do whatever you want afterwards.”

“Sounds like a plan, doll.” Sonny softly smiles.

“Just remember that I will always love you, Sonny Carisi, no matter what.”

Sonny tightly wraps his arms around you one last time, kissing your hair before releasing his grip.

“I love you forever, Y/N.”

#law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #sonny carisi #dominick sonny carisi #ada sonny carisi #ada carisi #carisi x reader #carisi headcanon #carisi one shot #carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #sonny x reader #svu one shot #svu headcanon

151 notes · View notes

fwacchi · 2 years

Note

Hello, May I request B, F, & U for Sonny Brisko? Anw, congratulations on ur milestone!

tysm, anon! <3

200 followers event request

pairings: yandere!Sonny Brisko x gn!reader

letters: B, F and U

event

warning : i do not condone yandere behaviour in real life. if you ever come across someone with yandere/obsessive characteristics, please reach out for help and/or report them. if you, yourself are dealing with this yandere behaviour, then please, seek for medical help. yandere, -dere or any other morally wrong genre are only to be enjoyed through fiction and not in real life.

Sonny Brisko

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to you?)

Very messy.

Getting blood on his hands is not a big deal because he’s doing it for you.

If anything, he feels that this just proves how deeply he loves and cares for you, which he is very proud of.

But of course, he doesn’t kill when it’s unnecessary.

F = Fight (How would they feel if you fought back?)

Sonny dislikes it when you fight back, be it physically or emotionally.

Rather than mad, it makes him feel sad that you would do that.

He loves you just like any other would do, no, if anything, his love towards you runs deeper than anyone else’s love so why would you fight back?

He feels that he can’t accept/understand the reason you would fight back.

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Killing people.

Now, of course killing isn’t something new when it comes to yandere, but Sonny gets a little too extreme in this.

While a normal yandere would kill people and think of it as more of a chore, Sonny enjoys killing for you.

He would make sure to make them suffer a lot before actually killing them.

It's even more terrifying because he won't even look mad while killing and would only keep a smile on his face.

#eve's yandere event #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji sonny brisko #nijisanji sonny #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #sonny #sonny x reader #sonny nijisanji

164 notes · View notes

altsvu · 4 months

Text

three way phone part 1

pairing: sonny carisi x peter stone x detective!fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: a movie night with the boys is all fine and dandy until things get spicy.

cw: shameless flirting, a little smut

a/n: in honor of this fic officially sitting in my drafts for THREE years (1/3/2021), i’m gonna post it today :) i’m thinking of making this a two part thing, with part two being raunchy asf. this is my first time writing a 3some so enjoy lovelies! 😭🫶🏽

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

✯✯✯✯

For a while you had been toying with Peter and Sonny because they both had feelings for you, even thought lately you had been more close with Peter. Two weeks ago, Sonny took you out to his favorite restaurant, and last week, Peter took you to a baseball game. You, Sonny and Peter hung out a lot after work if one of them weren’t spending time with you, and you were hoping for something more with one, or both of them.

“Y/N.” You turned and saw Peter coming over to you. You were the only detective in the precinct, Sonny had left to get ready for movie night. On the other hand you were chilling in the break room getting some paperwork done. That was something you did when you didn’t feel like sitting at your desk.

“Oh hey Peter.” You smiled.

“Hey there beautiful.” He said. He kissed your cheek before he sat down.

“You always find a way to flirt with me.”

“Ever since that baseball game, I’ve had even more feelings for you.”

His hand found a way to your thigh.

“Aww, Peter. Really?”

“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I was hoping...”

There was a bit of silence between the two of you.

“That maybe we can spend more time together. Alone.”

“I- How did you know?”

You scooted closer to Peter.

“It’s written all over you.” You whispered.

You and Peter both knew the energy shifted after that. He moved closer and kissed you. You kissed him back and it was one of the best things you ever experienced. His hands went to your ass, gripping it so he could transport you from your chair to his lap. A squeal escaped your lips.

“Damn Peter.”

“Damn, is absolutely correct. What’s on for tonight?”

“I was thinking Gothika or the Invisible Guardian, since you boys don’t want to watch romance movies.”

“I think we know how that would play out. But I would kill for some Naked.”

“Ooh, Naked sounds good. I’ll tell Sonny when he gets there.”

Peter smiled and looked at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. You just look beautiful sitting on my lap.”

You kissed him then slid the paperwork closer to you so you could finish it. You shifted in his lap so that both of your legs were facing the table and you let him grip you by your waist. Peter watched as you completed your DD5’s. At one point he pushed some of your hair back.

“Peter...” You smiled. “Very tempting of you.”

Your phone went off with a text from Sonny asking you if you were still on for sitting in on the civil court case he’s working with Pippa Cox for with him. You replied with an “Of course! I can’t wait!”

“You planning on being a lawyer?”

“I haven’t thought about it. I’m just really interested in the court system. Plus, if I ever decided to, I have one of many great former and current ADA’s I can go to.”

“Am I on that list?” Peter whispered.

“Top 3.” You whispered back, finishing the last component of the 5. “Okay. I’m done.”

“Good. I can’t wait to see what you wear later. “

“I’m sure you can’t.” You smirked, getting up from his lap. “Accompany me to Liv’s office and my desk?”

“Of course.” Peter got up and grabbed you by the waist as you were fixing up the papers.

“Peter!” You shrieked. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, then kissing your lips. After your little make out session, you stopped by Liv’s office and placed your forms on her desk along with a small note, then went to your desk to grab your things.

“So... I’ll see you in about an hour or two?” You asked after getting outside.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

A grin formed on your face. “Bye for now, Peter.” You planted a kiss on his cheek and then went on your separate ways.

✯✯✯✯

You had just finished getting dressed and spritzing yourself with a body mist. You wore a pink silk spaghetti strap cropped v neck, a pair of pink and flower patterned tie up sleep shorts, a black silk long robe, and white fuzzy socks. Going to the kitchen to set up snacks, you heard the doorbell rang and when you went to check, it was Sonny.

“Sonny!” You squealed when he kissed your cheek and gave you a tight hug and lifted you off the floor a bit. You closed the door behind him when he put you down.

“You look beautiful for someone who’s hosting movie night.”

“You think I’m overdressed?”

“Of course not, doll.” Sonny stepped closer to you and his hand made its way under your robe. It slowly slipped off and there was a moment of silence between the two of you. Sonny’s hands then went to the sliver of bare skin. “What you’re wearing is just fine.”

“Good.” You whispered. You planted a kiss on his cheek and walked over to the kitchen to prepare the snacks.

You already had the wine out, two bottles of everyone’s favorite cabernet sauvignon to be more specific, and you wanted to prepare a small charcuterie board with several cheeses, meats, grapes, and dark chocolate. You enjoyed doing things like this, it gave you a sort of satisfaction. People always praised you for bringing the best snacks and things of the sort.

Sonny followed behind you and offered to help you set up and make a pretty display. While setting up, the doorbell rang and you went to get it.

“Y/N,” Peter started, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“Hi Peter!” You smiled back. He pulled you into a hug for a little while. “We’re in the kitchen.”

Now finally, the three of you were here and ready to get the party started. You spent some time with them in the kitchen playing around by tossing and playfully feeding each other pieces of cheese, grapes, and chocolate. You were having fun. You liked hanging out with Peter and Sonny, and they liked hanging out with you just the same.

After a little while doing that, the guys helped you finish your display in the living room with the last of snacks, and then it was time to settle down.

✯✯✯✯

“Are you boys getting bored?” You asked, taking another sip of wine.

After many glasses of wine and a fee snacks remaining, the three of you had finished the first movie, and was on the second movie you chose.

“Oh dear Y/N, very, very bored.” Peter joked. He draped an arm around you and looked at you passionately.

“Boohoo.” You mused. You turned to look at Sonny who was sitting beside you as well. “Sonny?”

Sonny smiled. “Never with you.”

“You’re so cute.” You smiled, planting a small kiss on his nose.

Peter’s hand trailed along the bare parts of your body. “I think… we can have a lot more fun on our own.”

You looked back at Peter, noticing the fierceness in his eyes. You let that same hand caress your cheek. Peter wanted to do his own thing, give you pleasure, and he wasn’t gonna let you go easily. He moved closer to you, his hands moving to your thigh.

However, you weren’t gonna give in. Not that easily. You sat there, letting Peter seduce you until you reached your breaking point. The softest moan escaped your lips. Sonny watched in amazement as Peter continued to seduce you. He turned your head to face him and he leaned in to kiss you. It was soft but also rough. You gave in and kissed him back, pulling him closer to you. You guided his hand to hold your waist. While kissing Peter you searched for Sonny’s hand to touch you as well. You could tell Sonny was hesitant, but when you felt the warmth of his body touch through the thin piece of silk that was the robe, you knew he wanted a piece of you too.

Sonny slipped a part of your robe off and kissed your bare shoulder, then went up to your neck and sucked on the soft skin. You had stopped kissing Peter at this point and he was leaving kisses on your chest. He slipped off the other side of your robe and as of now, the two men left you with bare shoulders.

“Boys. I think we should take this to the bedroom.” You whispered ever so shallowly.

✯✯✯✯

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

43 notes · View notes