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bi-bard · 1 year

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The Art of Aging - Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Imagine (Law & Order: S.V.U)

Title: The Art of Aging

Pairing: Dominick "Sonny" Carisi X Reader

Word Count: 643 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: Time passes, people change. However, that doesn't always mean that people grow apart. Sometimes it means the exact opposite.

Author's Note: This is meant to be an apology for that last Sonny imagine I posted. It's just a cute and short imagine. As a treat.

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I remember meeting Sonny for the first time.

I remember him with brown hair, a wrinkled shirt, and that mustache sitting on his face. He was new to S.V.U. He didn't quite have the same air of empathy and control that came with time in the unit.

But he was sweet. Sweet and funny. Eager to learn and get better. He wanted to put in the work. He wanted to make a difference.

I remember his smile when I complimented him after shaving off his mustache.

He asked out for drinks after a case back then.

I said yes.

It was an innocent thing. We sat at the bar, had a few drinks, and talked. It was a few hours. It was nice. I was finally getting a chance to see what he was like. What he wanted now that he was part of S.V.U.

Nothing else happened that night.

Nothing else would happen for another few weeks.

I kissed him first. Though there were still times when he would insist that it was the other way around.

Outside my apartment door. Long case. Sonny wanted to make sure that I got home okay because I was almost falling asleep standing up. I grabbed his arm before he could walk away and pulled him into a kiss.

It was short, gentle. Almost awkward. We hadn't learned each other's small patterns yet. Kissing always seemed so... basic. I never thought about the small habits that you could pick up until that moment.

I pulled away soon after, muttering a quick good night before going to hide away in my apartment.

Our kisses changed after that.

Over time, we began to understand each other. Learn each other's patterns. Slower. Calmer. It was all so much easier with time.

Time let us learn everything about each other. Favorite foods and childhood memories. Fears and dreams. Weird habits and stupid jokes.

We learned everything about each other.

And we changed. We grew. Everyone does. It was a natural part of life.

But we grew around each other. Rough edges smoothed themselves out until our pieces fit together perfectly. I never entertained the idea of being so happy with someone, but with Sonny, it all felt so natural.

It was like rereading your favorite book all over again. Finding new details in the story. Aging pages turning yellow was instead hair turning grey and wrinkles forming on faces. But no matter the change in shape and look, the story was still great. It was still your favorite.

Sonny and I understood each other. All the good and the bad and the ugly. We moved around each other like it was choreographed.

Bad cases ended with us falling asleep on the couch. We would both be uncomfortable in the morning, but it seemed to always happen. Nasty habit.

We always spoke about having some kind of budget when getting presents for each other but neither one of us ever stuck to it.

New movies had to be discussed, trailers watched, and if someone at work recommended it, it should be approached with caution and a more critical eye. And if I rambled about who was in the cast, Sonny knew better than to say something that made me feel bad about it.

After he started working with the D.A.'s office, I would always get him flowers when he won a case. Even when he would say that I shouldn't have.

We were right together.

It was nice to know that no matter what could go wrong, we could rely on each other.

Years were spent together. Growing and changing. Becoming who we were supposed to be. It was all so much easier when we were together.

Growing together, being together... it made growing old more than simply growing old.

It made it all seem like the art of aging.

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rafaslittleboy · 6 days

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does anyone want to see anything with male reader? reader would be either no genitalia mentioned but pronouns he/him, or would be trans ftm with pussy genitalia mentioned.

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cathrrrine · 4 months

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Perfect / Love Won’t Die

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi x Reader • Law and Order SVU • Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader

Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3

A/N: I’ve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so I’m digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3

In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldn’t be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasn’t exactly a super long time but it wasn’t short either. After only half a year of dating each other, he’d confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old together…the whole shebang.

Things were going steady with you. He couldn’t imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships weren’t with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable women…and the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldn’t follow always rang in his mind, even until now.

He’d also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of ‘I told you so’s’ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.

Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldn’t do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupid’s nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.

He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.

You were perfect.

Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite — but he didn’t mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King — or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.

You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. He’s never felt so lucky.

Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, he’d be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didn’t tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.

So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.

There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that…well, you were crying.

He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. No…was it something he said? Something he did? Something…he totally forgot about?

“Nothing- no, everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong.” You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.

The bubble of nerves in Sonny’s chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. “Doll, you’re crying, something’s wrong.”

He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.

He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didn’t break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.

The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny — scent, skin and biceps.

“You’re killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me what’s gotten you all upset like this.” You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. “Come on, doll, what’s up?”

You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. “I swear it’s nothing. I’m so stupid.”

He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, “Was it…me? Did I do something wrong?”

You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.

Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when he’s got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.

How could you have been so careless?! Of course he’d think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man — God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotional…and just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.

“Oh, God, Sonny-“ you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry- it’s not your fault at all,”

The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldn’t even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.

“Then what is it?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, “Did something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?”

With what he dealt with at his job, it wasn’t out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.

That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. “No, no! I’m okay, I’m absolutely fine, Todd — that ass — didn’t do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And it’s not you, it’s not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I don’t even know why I’m getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, it’s just so—“

“Doll.” Your boyfriend’s voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. “What is it?”

You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. “I’m on my period.”

Oh.

Oh!

“I know, I’m not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now I’m a mess.” You sniffed. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like this, much less deal with me.”

It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Gosling’s frowning face.

He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.

“It’s not funny.” You pouted.

“I just— I thought—“ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each other’s places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasn’t uncommon to you, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasn’t an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencing…until today.

“It’s okay if you’d prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I won’t be offended in the least, okay? I’ll call you in the morning.” Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t be offended — it was ‘your fault’ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.

But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And that’s why you weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.

This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldn’t control.

“That’s crazy talk, doll.” He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. “I’d never leave you alone like this.”

You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, “Really?”

This was the man your heart belonged to. You don’t know how you didn’t explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.

“Really.”

Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.

“You’re too good for me.”

Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.

“I’m only for you, babe. Don’t need anyone or anything else but you.”

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Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.

There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face — which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.

“Hey,” he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching — a comedy, nothing that would make the ‘bloody demon hormones possess me’ as you put it — and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. “I’m just wonderin’…”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you cry when I gave you the flowers?”

You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, “I opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Wow,” he whistled. “I’m really that handsome, huh?”

You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, “Shut up.” A smirk managed to rip it’s way through your lips. “But mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I don’t know, just weird how my brain works on my period.”

It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.

“So, not so much on the handsome part?”

You snorted, “Eh, I’ll give it a 60/40.”

“It should be in the news or something. ‘Guy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cry’” he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.

“How about, ‘Girl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Her’?”

“Psh, I didn’t cry.”

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

You laughed, thinking he’d given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.

“You should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.”

He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.

You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. “Excuse me? Ladies? Plural?”

The grin immediately wiped off of his face. “No- I meant lady, as in singular.”

“Mhmm.”

“I mean— no, that’s not what—“

“Sure, Son.” The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.

“You know you’re the only gal for me! I was just joking…hey, baby, come on, look at me…”

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Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully — not by your doing — Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for ‘keeping such a wonderful woman from us all this time’. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.

Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.

The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant — Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you weren’t at such busy points of your career, you’d literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonny’s would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini You’s instead.

Sonny and you walked home together — he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better — the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. He’d do anything, anytime with you.

“Got you something, by the way.” He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.

“Sonny, you didn’t have to.” You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.

“Well, I wanted to.”

While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned — his height being an advantage to said plan — and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.

It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.

Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.

You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.

Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. “Careful.” Your boyfriend noted.

You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lantern…only to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.

A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, ‘My love for you will never die’ engraved in cursive writing around it.

Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.

“Sonny,” your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. “This is the sweetest fucking gift ever.”

Your use of words didn’t go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. “I remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad ‘bout them dying…it’s cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought you’d like it.”

The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. “I do, I do! It’s just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me. Thank you, baby. I’m- Aw…“

You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldn’t accidentally get hurt.

“It’s true though, my love will never die. You’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.”

“You know I’m shit at keeping plants alive, Son!” You couldn’t help the wavering in your voice, “Oh, but this is just so, so sweet. You’re just too cute for your own good.”

“Well, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.” The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.

“Yeah, I couldn’t say no to that face.”

You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, “Speaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, I’m gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.”

“I’m assuming that would be me?”

“Yup.” You shifted around to look through your purse. “So, I was thinking…”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, “Thinking…?”

You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, ‘Det. Carisi’ engraved on one side and ‘Sonny’ on the other.

He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.

“Move in with me? Officially?”

God, you were so perfect.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 3 months

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Sonny Carisi: Reliving His Detective Days (NSFW!!!)

I don’t know how this happened again, but Sonny decided he had to have another story right now and it came out of nowhere. How many of you liked my other Sonny story so quickly shocked me. It was such a confidence boost to my just starting to write again heart. Thank you!

Dominick Carisi considers himself a smart and observant man. It’s what made him a good detective and now ADA. He knows that something is going on as soon as he opens the door of his apartment. The furniture had been pushed around and there was an area that looked like an old-fashioned blanket fort taking up the other half of his living room. He set his briefcase down just as you were walking around the corner. He looked at you with furrowed brows, “Doll-?”

“You must be the detective they sent to check on the 488.” Sonny pauses looking at you appraisingly still trying to figure out what was going on. The code you gave, like most others, he still had memorized from his time as a cop.

“Petty theft?” He says it like a question even though he knows he is correct. You make your eyes go big as you try to look innocent playing with the ends of your hair.

“That’s what they say, but I swear detective I didn’t steal anything.” You look down at the floor shifting guiltily then look back up at him. You bite your cherry-stained bottom lip. “But I understand that you have to do your job and check.” Your eyes locked with his blue ones. There is a still silent pause. You stood waiting to see if your boyfriend would pick up the game that you had started. One that you couldn’t stop thinking about since Sonny had admitted that he sometimes missed his detective days. It had brought a pantie-wetting image of a younger version of him with a badge clipped to his hip that you couldn’t seem to shake.

“My job?” He repeats slowly almost to himself even as he looks at you. You tilt your head at him. “Right, my job...as a detective.” He still looks a little unsure of himself as he walks farther into the living room. Even though he is unsure what you are playing at exactly his cop brain exactly what he needs to do. A quick frisk. “I need you to turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

“Okay, detective.” You turn to put your hands on the wall. You feel his body heat behind you as he gets closer but leaves a respectful distance. You are disappointed and slightly amused when his hands start patting you down quickly and efficiently. His hands barely feel your chest before moving on and sliding down your arms. You can't help but smile and shake your head at your sweet man. You shift pressing your hands more firmly against the wall and use the leverage to push your ass back into his crotch grinding into him. You hear his sharp intake of breath then he curses but otherwise stays still. “Everything okay detective?” You rub against him with your ass as turn your head to look back at him. His blue eyes are staring straight into you. They are focused his pupils dilated with lust. It’s clear that he now knows what game you are playing. You give him a mischievous smile.

“Yeah, just try and hold still.” His body presses tightly against you as he starts to pat you down again. This time his touches are firm and lingering. He caresses down your right arm to your shoulder making your skin break out in goosebumps. Then gives a similar treatment to the left arm. His hands come to the top of both your shoulders again before sliding down your chest. He does a quicker pass over your breast for the first swipe. Then slides down your stomach before going back up and cupping them both in his hands squeezing at the ample flesh. He can tell the bra that you're wearing is thin and lacy even through the fabric of your shirt. He swipes his thumbs and can feel the peaks of your nipples hardening under his ministrations. His hands make another pass, and he pauses when he feels something hard on the edge of your bra just under your armpit. “Oh, and what’s this?”

“I don’t know what you mean detective.” He pulls at your arm, and you turn to face him.

“If you don’t fess up, I’ll be forced to strip-search you.” His face is serious, and you press your lips together. You feel the heat still burning low in your stomach from his attention on your breast and the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass.

“I don’t have anything.” He sighs, “But if you have to, can we at least go in the dressing room?” You gesture to the blanket fort-like structure. You see a brief look of amusement flash across his face before regaining his seriousness.

“That would be for the best. After you.” He follows you into the surprisingly spacious ‘dressing room’. “Alright, I need you to remove your shirt for me.” His tone is all authority and no-nonsense. You feel a shiver run down your back. Sonny in charge is hot. You nod and make a show of slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He holds eye contact with you until you get it completely undone and slipping off your shoulders. His eyes drop devouring the newly exposed skin. Your bra is barely there. Just a few scraps of red lace that do nothing to contain your generous size. He can see your nipples through the fabric. It takes him a minute to regain his thoughts and even start looking for the hard object that he had felt. There it was, slid on the corner of your bra right under your armpit, one of his tie clips. The metal shined tauntingly at him. “And what’s this?”

You shiver at the sensation of his fingers dragging purposefully against your skin as he removes the clip from your bra. “I have no idea how that got there.”

“Really, that’s what you're going with?” You press your lips together to keep yourself from smiling at his sassy attitude making an appearance. It was one thing to listen to him in court where he had to weave it into carefully chosen words and another to get a full dose of it. You felt a pang of sadness that you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting Dominick when he was still a detective. “So, you were just browsing when, what, it happened to fall down your shirt at just the right angle to catch perfectly onto your bra? Wow, that’s a hell of a party trick.”

“Detective-”

“Since I already found something on you, I’m going to need you to remove the rest of your clothes. To make sure nothing else managed to... cling onto you without your knowledge.” You nodded and reached behind you to unhook your bra. You don’t undo it, instead, just fiddle with the band behind your back. “Problem?”

“The clasp is stuck.”

“Really,” His tone is deadpan but there is mirth in his eyes. He is clearly enjoying your back-and-forth. “Do you need help?” He sighs stepping closer, his chest brushes against your sensitive nipples making you bite back a moan. One of his hands finds your lower back, right above your jean shorts. It glides up your spine and you lean into him washed in the smell of his musky cologne. His hand reaches the clasp and with one quick precise movement, the clasp opens to your bra and it falls forward catching between your chests. “There,” He whispered into your ear, “Now take off your shorts.” Your body trembled against him, a flood of arousal sweeping through your core.

He steps back and you let the scrap of lace fall to the floor in front of you. You barely have the button undone when Sonny sees another glint of silver metal. Your shorts hit the floor and he gets a clear view of another tie clip attached to the equally small red panties that you are wearing. It is on the waistband pointing straight down to your soaked cunt like an arrow trying to find its mark.

His hand moves to cup your heat and you bite back a groan. He rubs the soaked material with his fingers, his thumb rubbing purposefully against your clit. You close your eyes forehead pressed gently against his chest panting. One of his long clever fingers slips underneath and enters your core. He curls it expertly and your hands come up to his hips needing something to hold onto. He pulls back and removes the tie clip from your panties with a butterfly touch that has you arching into him wanting. He steps back and holds the two clips up, “Looks like I’m going to have to take you down to the station.”

“Is that really necessary?” You walk forward to him again pressing your hand firmly against his chest. “Can’t we just... work something out between the two of us?” You start your hand’s dissent down toward the now obvious bulge in his dress pants. He catches it between his own.

“Are you trying to bribe a law enforcement officer? That’s a felony.” You look up into his blue eyes and pout your lower lip. “But if it really is a misunderstanding, then as two willing adults maybe we can figure out a way to... resolve the issue.” You understand his meaning and give him a smile.

“Oh, very willing detective Carisi.” You push him backward towards the one chair that you had left in the space. He gets your point, and he sits down. Your hands find his length through his dress pants, and he hisses. You undo his pants, and he lifts his hip so you can pull them and his boxer down. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum. You drop down to your knees and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before lapping the head. You sink your mouth father down on his cock and he groans. You start bobbing your head sucking. You bring your hand up to start stroking the base that you can’t fit in your mouth.

His hands go to your hair making a makeshift ponytail, his long fingers curling into the nape of your neck. You look up and make eye contact with him. He pulls at your hair urging you faster. You increase your speed and start swirling your tongue around his dick. “Fuck,” You are encouraged by his groans and are really getting into it when he pulls on your hair hard. You moan loudly as his cock is released from your mouth. “That’s a good start sweetheart, but I’m going to need you to really convince me that this is a misunderstanding and that this isn’t going to happen again.”

You stand up and climb onto his lap straddling him. Your chest brushes against his still fully clothed one. You put one hand on his shoulder for balance and use the other to pull your panties to the side and notch the head of his dick on your entrance. You both moan as you slide down his length. You roll your hip and keen in satisfaction when you get some friction on your clit. His hands come to your hips to steady you as you start bouncing on his cock. After a little adjustment, you find the perfect angle. One that hits a sensitive spot in you, his cock deep inside of you.

Carisi’s eyes get hypnotized watching your breast bounce as you fuck yourself him. His hands find one before he catches it in his mouth. You groan and start riding him harder, your hand finding the hair at the nape of his neck. You keep pace but after a while your legs start to burn with strain and you can feel yourself slowing down. Carisi runs his hands up your back and tightens his grip to hold you still as he starts thrusting roughly up into you. You feel your orgasm begin to rapidly build. His thrusts continue to slam into that sensitive spot in you and you cry out his name as your orgasm rips through you. Your core clamps hard on his cock your arousal dripping from you coating his cock and thighs.

His hands slide down to your ass as he gets close his thrusts getting sloppy as he grinds you down into him. He comes squeezing your ass cheeks tight enough to border on pain. You rock against him as he continues to pump his cum into you with shallow thrusts. He presses his face onto your shoulder as you cling to his back, locking together in your mutual pleasure. You guys played the game, and both won.

“Is that what you wanted doll?” Sonny asked when you pulled back to look at each other. His hands smoothed some of your hair before he thumbed away some leftover red lipstick that had survived the messy blowjob that you had given him. You sigh happily,

“That is more than I wanted Sonny.” You lean up and kiss him, so softly in comparison to the rough sex you two had just had. He lifts you up so that his softening member leaves you before setting you back down on his lap. “I’m sad that I missed you being a cop.” He chuckles leaning back in the chair.

“I promise you; it was nothing like that sweetheart.” You laugh, pressing your forehead against his. “But I’ll give it to you, that was even better than reliving my old glory days.” You smile giving him a few soft kisses.

“I’m just happy you played along.” You admit, while it may not have seemed like it you thought maybe Sonny wouldn’t want to roleplay. It was something you had always wanted to try but never felt secure enough with your partners to try.

“I’ll admit I was confused at first,” You blushed feeling slightly embarrassed for blindsiding him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to ask. I’ve never done anything like this before. Besides you caught on pretty quick.”

“Yeah well, when you grinded on my cock like that it was a little hard to misinterpret.” You laugh wiggling again on his lap and he swats your ass playfully. “How about we take a shower and then order some takeout and watch a movie on the couch?” You sit up straighter in his lap.

“That sounds great but I’m going to have to put the living room back together again first.” Sonny laughs at that rubbing your back.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it...or you know what doll, we could just pull the couch in here and watch, the TV is still seeable. Besides I always wanted a date night like that, reminds me of my teen years. And who knows, maybe this time I will actually get lucky during the movie.”

“You're insatiable.” You tell him, getting off the chair and pulling him to his feet. You press a kiss to his lips. "But I bet I could make that happen. Gray sweatpants turn me on.”

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adarafaelbarba · 3 months

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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.

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noellawrites · 1 year

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Hands to Myself - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader

summary: Sonny takes advantage of you on an undercover job while you’re posing as a stripper.

warnings: noncon/rape, physical restraint, very little plot mostly smut

“Jesus, I haven’t worn this thing since college,” you grumbled, adjusting your skin-tight dress that barely covered your thighs.

“I think it looks great on you, (y/l/n),” Fin said, laughing as you swatted his arm.

“Let’s go over the plan. Detective (y/l/n), you will be posing as a dancer and Carisi, you’ll be inside as a customer. You two will listen in on other conversations while Fin is inside talking to the employees. There are mics installed under each table, and you can reach down and push the red button if you need us to send backup. Got it?” Olivia explained.

You were the first to leave the equipment-filled van and head to the back door, where you entered with some other dancers. You got ready next to Valentina, your “trainer” who was also in on the plan, earning a few confused looks from the other girls.

“You ready to go out there and do some lap dances?” Valentina asked you as you finished lacing up your tall boots.

“Uh, sure.”

When you entered the main room, you were shocked to see that you had more clothes on than most other dancers. A few girls had only small stickers covering their nipples.

You spotted Sonny almost right away, breathing out a sigh of relief. At least you didn’t have to dance on any strangers tonight.

“Hey there, doll. C’mon ova,” Sonny said, giving you a sly smirk.

“Care for a dance?” you purred, leaning in and giving Sonny a smooch on his cheek.

“You know I do,” he said, grabbing your thighs and pulling you onto his lap quite aggressively. You almost fell backwards before Sonny grabbed your back with his large hands.

The two of you faced each other. You smiled for half a second before feeling Sonny thrust his pelvis up into you, his hard cock rubbing against your slit.

You gasped, but Sonny clamped his hand over your mouth to cut you off. “Shhh, baby. Ya gotta be quiet for me.”

Sonny snaked his hand down into your underwear, pulling them aside and sliding two long fingers into your vagina.

You looked around in panic, but Fin was leaning against the bar paying no attention to you and Sonny. The table was too far from your reach to press the button for help. There was nothing you could do.

You tried to stand up, but Sonny grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him. His lips met yours and he immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he fingered you.

“S-stop!” you tried to say, but Sonny’s mouth drowned out your words.

You could feel the tension building up in your core, which Sonny detected and pulled his fingers out of you. He covertly unzipped his pants, which no one could see thanks to your lap covering him.

He pulled his hard, swollen cock out of his boxers and forced you down onto him once again as he thrust inside of you.

“O-oh my god!” you moaned, writhing in Sonny’s arms with pain and pleasure. His penis filled every inch of you, a sensation you had never felt before. Sonny was much too big and fully hard.

He gritted his teeth as he rocked into you. There was no warning as he spilled his seed inside, the head of his penis nudging at your cervix.

“Oh yeah, you were so good for me doll,” Sonny moaned into your ear as he put his cock back in his pants and moved your underwear back over your vagina.

“We should do that again sometime,” he suggested, grinning at you still in his lap. You were his, and you were perfect.

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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I Mustcahe You a Question

prompt: Sonny grows his mustache back

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“Man. I forgot how much this thing itches when it comes in.” Carisi complained. Rubbing his mustache with his index finger before smoothing it out.

“Why don’t you just shave it off then?”

“What are you kiddin’ me?” He rebuttaled to your question, in true Italian fashion. “I can’t shave it off til the end of the month. It’s for charity.”

You chuckle a little and turn back towards your book. “I think they’ll take your money, even if you don’t keep the mustache all month.”

Sonny waved you off. “Eh, it’s not about the money. Any opportunity to raise awareness about cancer, or any other cause worth fighting, is an opportunity we should take. Plus, I kinda missed the old soup strainer.”

You giggle now and put your book down again. “Seriously? You could have grown it back then. I…always kind of liked your mustache when we met.”

“Really?” He arched a brow with a crooked smirk before sauntering over to you. “You never told me you liked the ‘stache.”

“Well not when you put it like that.”

Carisi smirked with a light chuckle as you playfully push him away as he cornered you into your armchair with his long frame. “Come on. You wanna take it for a ride?”

“See, this is why I don’t like your mustache.” You manage to get out, as you giggle and squirm away from Carisi darting his face into your neck. “You turn into this bad 70’s porn star vibe.”

“At least say I’m like Tom Selleck or something. I have feelings babe.”

You let out a giddy shriek when he finally got your neck. Feeling the hair from his mustache brush against your skin along with his teeth. “Fine. I’ll go shave it off.”

“Wait. No.” Carisi stopped and turned back towards you after he stood up. “If you can behave, I suppose you can keep it for a few more days. At least until the month is up.”

“Thanks Higgins.”

“Oh my God! I changed my mind! Go shave it off right now before I wax it off for you in the mind of the night!”

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telepathicteacup · 6 months

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|• Barisi - Is there somewhere by Halsey •| "You're looking like you fell in love tonight, Could we pretend that we're in love?" ♡

I could not resist the angst the love I have for these two is forever, even if Dick Wolf is a coward 🤧

If anyone wanna rp Barisi message me! 💖

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kryptonitejelly · 2 months

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okay okay i think i’m a bit late to the game but carisi realizing he’s in love for the 5-sentence blurbs!

send asks for sonny carisi x reader (5 sentence baby blurbs!)

It hits Sonny like a truck - the feeling that has been cumulating in his chest for months since he first met you; a warm, giddy, safe throb in his chest. He loves you.

Sonny doesn’t think as he leans across the small table between you both to press his lips to yours, effectively cutting you off in the middle of your sentence. The bottom of tie skims the top of the pasta he is having, tomato base on silk - a nightmare for his dry cleaner, but Sonny doesn’t care, doesn’t care about anything in the moment but the words that are begging to be let out from his mouth.

“I love you,” he says against your lips, and Sonny feels your smile against his.

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Usefulness - Sonny Carisi Imagine (Law & Order: S.V.U)

Title: Usefulness

Pairing: Dominick "Sonny" Carisi X Reader

Word Count: 1,135 words

Warning(s): discussion of people-pleasing tendencies

Summary: Sonny's interference in an interrogation that (Y/n) was leading ends in a serious discussion about what the true intention behind his actions were.

Author's Note: Carisi is a people-pleaser, tell me I'm wrong.

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It all started with an event during an interrogation.

The interrogation itself was going fine. The guy was confrontational, but that wasn't anything new. I felt confident, comfortable. No matter what the guy was saying, I had control over the room. It was good.

Then, he made some off-hand, disrespectful comment.

I didn't get a chance to respond before the door into Liv's office opened.

"That's enough."

I looked at Sonny, who was now leaning through the doorway. In the hopes of making it look like we were on the same page, I stood up, following him out.

"You had no right to do that," I muttered once the door shut.

"We were getting nowhere with him."

"Yes, we were, that's why he was getting personal," I replied. "And then, you pulled me out. We are back at square one."

"I was trying to stand up for you."

"I know, I know," I nodded. "But... this is my job, Sonny. You can't do that kind of thing just because a suspect pokes fun at me."

"I was keeping you safe."

I didn't have a chance to talk back before Sonny walked out of the office. I just took a deep breath before turning to face Liv.

"I can't go back in, can I," I asked. "Guy wouldn't hold any respect for me. All progress... gone."

"Sonny means well," she replied.

"I know, I know. I just... I feel like there's something more going on."

She nodded.

I didn't get a chance to talk about it with him until we got home.

When I walked in, Sonny was already home. At least he seemed to have more straightforward hours than I did. He had changed and was sitting at the table, hunched over the next case he was working on.

"Hey," I said.

He stood up as soon as I spoke. "Hey."

I grinned at him as he walked over and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"How was your day," he asked.

"Funny that you ask," I replied. "I was gonna ask to talk about what happened today?"

"The interrogation thing?"

I nodded.

He let out a sigh.

"Sonny, I know that you meant well, but you can't do that," I explained. "It undermines my authority in the room, sets back progress, and it looks like the A.D.A is trying to steer the case, which is not your job."

He looked down.

I bit my lip and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I was just trying to help," he mumbled after a minute of silence.

"And I appreciate that, I do," I said, stepping forward. "I... I just want to understand why you felt the need to do that."

"What?"

"You're protective," I explained. "And I adore that. I think it's great. However, there are times when it's almost like you're overstepping. And I don't think you're aware of the fact that you're doing it."

His eyebrows furrowed. "So... you think it's great, but it's upsetting you."

"Sonny," I sighed. "I think you're protective and helpful streak is honorable. It's sweet and it shows that you care and it's one of the things I first noticed about you when I started getting feelings for you. However, when you storm into the interrogation room because a suspect is getting a little too aggressive or rude, it's overstepping."

Sonny looked down.

"I was trained to handle those situations, just like you were. I know when to step out. And when you interfere like that, no matter the intentions, it's not going to look good."

He didn't speak up.

"Why did you do it? Honestly."

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. When he looked up again, he still didn't meet my eyes. His gaze was still shifting around the room.

"I... I'm supposed to take care of you," he admitted. "We're... We're a couple. I am meant to take care of you. Protect you. It's... It's my job now."

I almost wanted to cry.

He scoffed like he was trying to convince me- maybe both of us- that it was a joke. "I mean, you're not gonna keep someone around that you can't trust to protect you and help you. That's not useful."

The last sentence left me stunned for a moment. He truly thought that the reason I was with him was because of how useful he was.

My hesitance made him want to backtrack. "Y'know what, I shouldn't have said anything about this. It's not your job to worry-"

"Sonny, Sonny," I touched his upper arms as he tried to wave the whole thing off. "Hey..."

He finally looked at me, a clear frown on his face.

I stepped forward, leaning in to peck his lips. "You don't need to fix me or save me in order to convince me that you care. I love you. No conditions attached. I promise you that."

His face softened a bit. "You love me?"

I paused for a moment. I hadn't said that out loud before. I had thought it for years- even before we started dating- but saying it... that was a new monster.

"Yeah," I nodded. "You have nothing to prove, Sonny. You never did. I don't need you to hold me together."

His smile could've melted my heart.

"What I want," I continued, "is for my very handsome, very tired partner to lie down with me. If that's what he wants."

Sonny slowly nodded.

I stepped back, taking his hand and leading him out of the living room. I was stopped in the doorway by Sonny. I chuckled as he pressed his lips to mine. My back hit the doorframe, digging into my spine as his hands cupped the sides of my face.

"Sonny," I placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back enough to speak. "Lie down with me. Nothing else. Not tonight."

He nodded again.

I pecked his lips again.

Sonny didn't speak up until we had both curled up under my covers.

"I love you too."

It was so quiet. Whispered as one arm wrapped around my shoulders to hold me closer and his other hand cupped the side of my face. His thumb ran along my cheekbone.

My eyes already felt heavy as I hummed back to him. He made me feel so safe. It was just so easy to fall asleep with my head resting against him.

"And you said I was tired."

"Stop being such a teddy bear then," I grumbled.

"Oh, never," he mumbled. "Wouldn't get to hold you as tight as I want if I did that."

"You can hold me as tight as you want, Carisi."

I had to bite back my smile a bit as I felt his arms tighten around me.

It was about time he focused on what he wanted.

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THE BLESSINGS OF HOME & LOVE

A SONNY CARISI X FEMALE READER STORY

WORD COUNT: 1.2k - ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

It was a chilly March evening and Sonny was glad to be finished with work for the day down at the precinct.

He was glad to be not working on the night shift tonight - the weather station was warning of the possibility of snow, and with the bitter wind that was already there, Sonny was already finding himself freezing cold as he sat in his car outside the apartment building where he lived with his wife.

A broad smile brightened Sonny’s face as he thought of you, his wife. It felt so surreal yet beautifully incredible to be calling you his wife, to be your husband. You were still newlyweds, only having married at the end of February, and after a short honeymoon up in Nantucket, you and him had got back to work quickly. He planned to take you off on a Mediterranean cruise and a proper honeymoon in the summer.

Grabbing his leather briefcase, a new one that had been a gift from you for his birthday last year, Sonny switched his car off and climbed out of the vehicle, locking it and stood onto the sidewalk looking up at the building. He knew you’d be home, you had the habit of bringing your work home if it wasn’t busy in the courthouse.

That had been how he had met you, one day at the courthouse, where you had been rambling away to Rafael about some case of his that overlapped with your own, as you worked as an Assistant District Attorney within the homicide department. You were beautiful and intelligent. Sonny had been blown away from the first time he met you.

After a year and a half together, you had married and as he wandered over to the building, Sonny couldn’t wait to see you, even though he had seen you before leaving for work that morning. Gregorio, the elderly doorman opened the door for the lanky detective.

“Evening, Mr. Carisi!” chimed Gregorio, as he held the door open. Sonny felt himself blush at the title as he stood to chat with the doorman.

“Hey, Greg! What have I said? Just call me Sonny!” chuckled Sonny as he stood in the lobby. He instantly felt the heat of the building start to warm him up, and it was definitely much nicer than outside.

Now it was Gregorio’s time to chuckle. “Oh you know me, I’m an old-time gentleman and habits die hard! How is the missus doing? I didn't see her earlier,” stated the doorman with a smile, which Sonny returned.

“Ah ya know, perfect as always!” smiled Sonny as he started thinking about you again. You were always on his mind.

“Young love, as they say, tell her I was asking after her, then will you?” asked Gregorio, as he moved to open the door again. “Don’t want to keep you either, bad luck to keep a wife waiting, I know that from experience,” added the elder man.

Sonny nodded and said his farewell, and with his long limbs it didn’t take long for him to reach the second floor of the building, to the apartment that you and him called home. He was glad to see that you kept the door locked. After all he’d seen in his career (although you had also seen some sights), it had been something Sonny made sure to reiterate to you - keep the door locked, even if you’re home. He had a key, and any guests would give prior notice about a visit.

Walking through the heavy door, Sonny felt himself relax instantaneously at being home and back to you. As he locked the door, he got a delicious smell waft over to him and Sonny felt his stomach rumble.

“Doll, it’s me!” called Sonny as he took his coat off and hung it in the hallway cupboard. “I’m home, and I’m likin' the smell of whatever you’ve got cookin'!” he added loudly as he took his leather dress shoes off and placed them on the rack within the cupboard beside your own court shoes.

“Sonny?” he heard you call from the kitchen down the hall as your head stuck out the doorway, to which he stood to his full height and out of the cupboard.

“Ya, just putting everythin' away! Know you like it all tidy!” he chuckled as he wandered over to your petite self, and brought you into a tight and loving hug and kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss, you rested your hands on the broad shoulders of your husband. He must’ve taken off his suit jacket sometime, and he looked very handsome in his white shirt and grey waistcoat and red tie. “Hello to you handsome!” you giggled, kissing him softly. “I’ll have you know it’s good practice, y'know keeping tidy…”

Sonny nodded, and he pressed his lips against your own again. He couldn’t get enough of your kisses. “I love you, darlin,” murmured Sonny, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him some more. The smell of your strawberry mint shampoo and the scent of your vanilla and jasmine perfume seemed to intoxicate Sonny as he stood there, just hugging you, his wife and best friend. “I can’t wait for that to happen, seein' how good you are now, I know ya will be the best.”

You couldn’t help but blush at Sonny’s compliments, and you playfully whacked against his chest, which made him laugh and his eyes crinkle. “Well, I think you’ll be even better!” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling up at him. “Anyway, do ya wanna try out what I’ve been cooking up for us?”

Sonny nodded. He had not had time to eat much at lunch, just some god awful coffee and a vending machine sandwich. Usually the two of you would meet up for lunch, but you had been busy prepping for a case, and he had been chasing down a perp in Central Park. So to say the least, Sonny was absolutely famished, and he loved that you loved to cook like he did.

“I can smell rosemary and garlic?” stated Sonny as he sniffed the area. “Chicken too?”

You nodded. “My Nonna mailed me some old family recipes, so I’ve been trying them out… I hope you like pollo al mattone, sformato and then some torta della nonna for dessert,” you smiled, bringing Sonny into the kitchen by the hand, your hands intertwined.

Sonny groaned at the sight of the dishes you had ready and awaiting. You really did spoil the gastronome within him, but he did the same right back to you. “Doll, you’ve outdone yourself here!” grinned Sonny as he wandered over to the oven. “I guess you were a tad stressed today?”

You giggled as you joined Sonny bringing out the dishes and cutlery. “That Adams murder case is a mess,” you sighed as you passed the plates to Sonny, who placed them on the kitchen table. “I don’t like badmouthing detectives, but one lost evidence pertaining to the case, and it’s got Buchanan piling pressure on all angles for a mistrial.”

Sonny sighed. He hated that you got stressed out and that your cases ending up complex or screwed by external factors. “I know ya will get justice for the victim, you’re the best ADA I know,” he replied as he picked up the pollo al mattone with oven gloves on. “Wish you had better detectives though, doll, I’d move heaven and earth for you, whether it’s a case or anything else.”

You stood there, watching your husband move the dishes over to the table. Honestly, you had no idea how you had been blessed for someone as perfect as one Dominick Carisi Jr.

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cathrrrine · 3 months

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how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single”

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Fin Tutuola

Elliot Stabler

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 2 months

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Sonny Carsisi: [Not] Guilty

Warning: This one is short and angsty

You opened the door to find a flustered-looking Dominick Carisi. He was still in court clothes and his hair was perfectly styled. Only his face showed his exhaustion and his unease. After your appraisal, you cross your arms over your chest, lips in a firm line. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to check on you,” You scoff at that rolling your eyes at him, “I know this day has been rough-”

“Really, now you're worried about me?” You watched the hurt flash in his eyes and you know you should feel bad, but after the day you had you couldn’t feel anything at all.

“Of course, I have been worried about you.” He reaches out to you, but you dunk back.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” Your voice raises but just barely. Sonny’s expression grows cloudy with emotions that you resist picking apart. Your eyes instead stare over his shoulder. An older woman comes out from her apartment across the hall. Her eyes sweep over you in search of new gossip. You probably look like you're in a lover's quarrel. You bite the inside of your cheek at the realness of that. Sonny eyes the woman who is taking her sweet time to lock her apartment and head to the elevator.

“Let’s talk about this inside.” His whispers, his voice taking on a soothing tone. “I can explain-” He gently starts easing you back into your door, but you hold your ground a firm hand on his chest pushing him back. You feel the muscles under his shirt and have no doubt that he has the strength to bulldoze you over. Instead, he stops like he hit a stonewall.

“No,” He says your name and you shake your head, “You can’t come inside. I’m still cleaning up the mess from CSU. I won’t invite you in and have you ‘accidentally’ find something incriminating in my apartment. I shouldn’t even be talking to you without a lawyer.”

“Now wait, just hold on a second.” Sonny grasped firmly at your shoulder. A touch that once made you feel so warm now left you cold. “This case has nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing to do with me?” You shoot back with a humorless laugh, shrugging off his touch. “You got a warrant signed to have my apartment searched! You didn’t even have the decency to give me a heads-up that they were coming!”

“I couldn’t do that, and you know it!”

“Why because you think I would hide evidence?”

“Because I was doing my job. Your cousin is living here. He’s being charged with rape and murder. I didn’t have a choice.” Sonny's voice raised before he seemed to get control of himself and lowered it back down.

“I told you; he isn’t good for this.” You feel tears burn at the back of your eyes and you look up and blink them back to keep from crying.

“That’s what everyone always thinks of family. I understand you want to protect him. But you weren’t with him that night. His DNA was at the crime scene.” Sonny tries to cup your cheeks, to get you to look at him. You shake your head pushing him back again. For the first time, you feel like he isn’t listening to you. He is trying to railroad you. He isn’t on your side, or your team. He’s against your family and that makes him against you.

“No, he didn’t do this.” You repeat and you look at your boyfriend of just shy of a year and see the end in his eyes. “And you're the ADA going against him. I can’t have contact with you.”

“Baby, this trial could take months-” He cuts off and you know the second he understands. The moment he sees the end in your eyes too.

When the relationship hits its end, and the door is closed, and the deadbolt is locked in place you have no idea that part of him is already on the other side with you. It would take you four months and the end of the trial that ruined your relationship before you figured it out. Then another week before you could find the strength to tell him.

I am thinking about turning this into a miniseries if anyone is interested. It will talk about the case but will mostly focus on what happens after the case has ended and how the relationship with Sonny will progress.

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