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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 months

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Taking It From the Best ~Mistress!Narcissa Malfoy x EarlySVU!Alex Cabot xFem Pet!Younger!Reader

Summary— A little crossover scenario Harry Potter x Law & Order SVU… AU where Narcissa is Alex and Reader’s mistress. Early SVU seasons Alex and Reader are roughly the same age, Narcissa is older. This is pure filth.

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, threesomes, strap-on fucking, doggystyle sex, eating out (oral), implied overstimulation, collaring, use of a leash, light bondage, mistress kink, pet kink, collaring kink, implied power play, implied sub/dom relationships, praise, physical comforting, aftercare, etc.

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“Oh Jesus fucking Christ—” you groaned.

Alex’s tongue curled inside your aching walls like fucking ecstasy, making your toes curl and your mouth open in a silent scream. The blonde’s face was being propelled in and out of your cunt by the rhythm of which Narcissa was fucking her.

The older woman was on the bed on her knees holding Alex’s hips with one hand, while her other held a leash attached to a collar. A collar which was around your neck, squeezing your airway in the most delicious way. With a swift tug from Narcissa, your body spasmed as you were pulled closer towards Alex’s savage mouth.

“Such a good girls for your mistress my Darlings… pet, my love, don’t fight it… That will only make it harder, just relax for your mistress…” Narcissa cooed lustfully, before punctuating her words with a couple twisted thrusts into the blonde’s dripping pussy.

“Oh FUCK Mistress—!!” Alex cried out, panting heavily and shaking lightly.

Alex was sandwiched in between the two of you, on her forearms and knees, and taking Narcissa’s plastic cock as it pounded into her from behind. Her eyes were rolling back as she fought to continue to eat you out while coming closer and closer to climax herself.

Your head lolled back, your body splayed out on the bed, legs wide for Alex’s face and Narcissa’s gaze. Your wrists were bound together above your head, along with the collar around your neck. It was tight enough to stifle some of your noises, but not enough to choke you out entirely. Every time you attempted to squirm away from underneath Alex’s relentless tongue, Narcissa would ruthlessly tug you even closer by the leash attached to your collar…

“Fuck I’m gonna… gonna cum again Mistresss please…!!” You moaned mindlessly, thrashing beneath Alex’s hot mouth and tugging at your restraints and leash.

Narcissa only tightened her hold on you and only fucked Alex harder, making the blonde spew moan after moan into your soaked cunt. Alex’s administrations faltered as she quickly approached her own high.

“Shit Mistress m-me too God Please!!” Alex begged, holding onto your thighs for dear life as Narcissa pounded into her from behind.

“Alex, Darling, make our pet cum. Once she has, then you may as well…” Narcissa purred.

Alex didn’t need anymore prompting, swiftly diving back into your core. With a couple more tongue thrusts into your pussy, your walls were clenching around Alex’s tongue as you came. Your back arched as you tugged against your wrist restraints as Narcissa held your leash tight while pile driving into Alex. The walls of pleasure around you came crashing down as your body spasmed in white, hot pleasure.

Alex was quick to cum right after you, falling over the edge, her cunt clenching around Narcissa’s cock. The blonde and your screams of pleasure coincided and echoes throughout the room reeking of sex. With one final thrust from Narcissa, Alex’s body collapsed onto the bed, along with yours.

Narcissa was quick to remove the strap-on and come up to the two of her girls. She caressed each of you, giving you light forehead kisses and making sure to untie you. You were panting heavily, just as Alex was.

“Darlings, you both did so good for your mistress… such good girls…” the older woman praised.

After you had both gotten a chance to catch your breaths, Narcissa ushered you two to the lavish bathroom in order to clean you up and then get you ready for bed. You followed the older woman’s command mindlessly, knowing and trusting her every word. Your heart swelled in delight as the night ended with Narcissa cuddling both of you in bed, where your eyes got heavy quickly and it wouldn’t take you nor Alex long to slip into deep slumbers.

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urrockstar-xe · 6 months

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detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)

this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau

summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro

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You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.

“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case,

You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case.

Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.

And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).

Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,

Including Nick

of course.

“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.

“Oh, uh”

fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him??

“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her”

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked.

You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh.

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed.

They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember

“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.

He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.

“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.

“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response,

“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.

Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response

“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours

“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.

The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh)

But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.

“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?”

He smiled, nodding.

“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.

“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick”

“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 2 months

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Nick Amaro NSFW Alphabet

Guys I finished rewatching season 14 and I forgot how much I hate the storyline they give Nick. I love him as a character, but I would love to completely reconstruct his backstory. He has to be one of the most personally screwed-over characters in SVU. Am I the only one who hates the hidden love child-which I’m completely disregarding? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!

Warnings- Some Maria-hate (sorry not sorry).

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nick's aftercare is exceptional. He cleans you up, washing any mess he has made off you with a warm washcloth or a hot shower. Then it is cuddling and whatever you want in your post-glow bliss. Usually, it’s time for you to talk about whatever you want. Something you did, a movie you saw, an awful joke you heard that you laughed at but didn’t seem worth bothering him about. He wants to hear it all.

It’s a time that you have this full attention. Sometimes it leads to more vulnerable emotional conversations that he seems to have an easier time having when his walls are down after sex. Sometimes words are too much and the two of you just hold each other, caressing each other's bodies.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Nick’s favorite body part of himself is his hands. They are rough, calloused, and strong from years of sports, hard work, and shooting a gun. They are dexterous and versatile enough to accomplish his endless paperwork, playing catch with Zara, fixing things around the house, and his favorite teasing you with them until you come apart so prettily with his name on your lips.

Nick loves your entire body. He tells you all the time there is nothing he would ever change. He loves your curves and doesn’t discriminate between them. Why be a boobs or ass man, when he has two hands and a willing mouth that can have both and more?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nick is a jealous man, and he knows it. You are his and nobody else. After spending a significant amount of time watching any another man try to talk or flirt with you there is nothing more that he wants to do than take you to his bed and paint his cum all over your body. It gives him undeniable satisfaction seeing his seed on your skin claiming you in the most barbaric way. He should hate it because it may be considered demeaning, but he can’t. Even later when he is cleaning you up, he smiles knowing the evidence of his DNA still lingers on your skin, clinging to you.

D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not necessarily dirty but you made Nick come embarrassingly early by calling him Papi one day out of nowhere while you were riding him. He never liked the idea of being called daddy by his partners. It seemed weird to him but hearing the word Papi come from your lips as you took your pleasure from him did all the right things.

When you guys were basking in the afterglow, he casually asked you about the nickname. You had admitted that one of your friends had told you it was a common term of endearment for Cuban men but you seemed a bit embarrassed. Instead of just telling you he liked it he spent the next few months trying to casually reinforce the nickname whenever you used it by getting you off as many times as possible.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Nick has experience. While he did go through a bit of a Casanova stage in his teens and early twenties, he has always been more of a long-term partner kind of guy. The different women did teach him about different ways to enjoy sex and a bit of experimentation. However, when he married Maria, it was narrowed down to what she liked. She liked sex that was very plain and vanilla, missionary mostly. She wasn't very interested in sex after she had Zara and what they did do was repetitive.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Nick’s favorite position is doggy. He likes the control of your body it gives. His hands are free to caress and massage you. He can take you with your back pressed tightly to his chest fistful of your hair to make you look at him and steal open mouth kisses as he thrust into you. Or he can push you down on your knees with your face in the mattress as he holds your wrist behind your back and pounds into you hard and fast. Moans and his name bouncing from the walls as he takes you deeper and deeper. He loves leaving Hickes and love bites on your neck and down the back of your shoulder.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nick is a very passionate man but that doesn’t always translate into seriousness. You guys have had sex that you have laughed halfway through. You have been mid sex and his beard rubbed just right to tickle you and send you squirming with laughter that was contagious.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nick’s hair is dark and thick, and it curls when it gets too long. He keeps it trimmed up for hygiene's sake typically. He doesn’t think much about it when it gets overgrown when life is too busy, or he just can’t be bothered. When he is in a relationship, he keeps up on it more as a respectful consideration for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nick is the definition of a Latino lover. He will spend his time with foreplay and the sex making sure you know how important you and your pleasure are to him. He calls you sweet nicknames and tells you how much you mean to him and how he has missed you and your body. If he pins your hands, he intertwines your fingers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nick doesn’t masturbate often. When he does it's usually not to pleasure himself so much as to get a release from some stress. It’s quick and efficient and then he washes up and continues with his day or gets ready for sleep. He will also get himself off if he is horny, but you are not available or in the mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nick’s love language is words of affirmation, and he has a major praise kink that he likes to mix with his dirty talk. He is also a bit of an exhibitionist. He likes to push the line of where you can have sex without getting caught. Just be careful while he’s drinking because it heightens all these kinks and can lead to some pretty close calls.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Nick’s favorite place to have sex is the bedroom because it has the most options and comfort. He has become a big fan of the laundry room. While the space is limited, Zara doesn’t feel the need to interrupt when you go in there because she doesn’t think there is anything of value and would rather watch TV while you guys do the ‘laundry’ unlike when you guys try to sneak away to the bedroom or bathroom. There is a door so there is no risk of her getting in there unexpectedly. Nick has also found many uses for the dryer while it’s on that aren’t clothes-related.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nick is not hard to convince to have sex or turn on. But he is a very visual man, and if you want to make him go feral wearing lingerie or one of his shirts buttoned halfway up is a good way of giving him an instant boner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nick grew up with an abusive dad and he watched him beat his mom. He will never hit, slap, or do anything that could hurt you. An open-palmed smack on the ass is about as far as he will take it and that’s only if you enjoy it. He will never degrade you because it is against his morals of respecting women.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Nick likes to get as much as he likes to receive. He wants you to sit on his face, sit not hover. If you don’t know the difference, he will pull you down on top of him and lick and devour your cunt until your legs are shaking to the point where sitting is the only option. He will work you up so well you will be riding his face. He loves 69ing too. Your moan vibrating around his dick from the pleasure of him eating out your pretty pussy? The answer is always yes.

Nick loves a good blowjob. You found that it can fix his bad attitude. He came home in a bad mood and was trying to start a fight about something petty and irrelevant. He was in the kitchen slamming stuff around as he was making his coffee, bitching about how messy it was. You knew it had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with a disaster case, and marched over to him and grabbed his belt. He froze at first not sure what was going on, but it wasn't complaints falling from his lips when you dropped to your knees and gave him a quick messy blowjob. When you were done and got back to your feet, you pecked his lips and told him you were late for work leaving him stunned. When you returned home the kitchen was clean, he had cooked homemade traditional Cuban food, and he apologized to you all night long with a lot more than just his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Nick likes to make the foreplay slow and passionate, to make sure you are satisfied and ready to take him. When it comes to sex his preferred pace is fast and on the rougher side. Your body in his hands as he pounds into you your breast bouncing, head thrown back as you take him.

He does have a gentler side that comes out quite often. One that takes you slow and steady. He will kiss every inch of your body whispering Spanish words of endearment and praise against your skin. These are the times he wants to look you in the eyes and make sure you know his love for you in this physical act. That you can hear it, feel it, taste it, and see it in his eyes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nick loves a good quicky. Life is busy, especially with a job like his and kids. Sometimes you just have to take those fifteen minutes and make them worth every second. It doesn’t always need to be long to be good and satisfying. Besides Nick enjoys seeing you after a quick tousle out with your friends or random people knowing exactly what causes that flush in your cheeks. Knowing that his cum is still leaking out of you and into your wet panties unless of course he still has them in his pocket for safekeeping.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nick is willing to experiment with his limits. He is willing to try any position you want at least once. He likes to push the limits where you two can get away with having sex. He likes the bathrooms at bars, the laundry room when Zara is preoccupied, and getting head when he is driving in low to no-traffic areas. He likes the adrenaline of the possibility, but he doesn’t actually want to get caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Nick has stamina for days. He can drag out foreplay and sex for hours if you will let him. If you're planning on a sleepless night and are okay walking a little funny the next day you only have to give him about a half hour to recuperate and he will be ready to go again if you are.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, Nick’s not a toy guy. He is kind of old-fashioned and I think he might take it as a hit to his masculinity if you wanted to use them when you were in bed together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nick is an ungodly tease. His sweet and dirty talk is second to none. He can get you wet just by telling you about what he is going to do to you. The innocent but consistent touches drive you crazy. Then when he finally has you in the bedroom you can almost taste the pleasure, he is going to give you. He teases you more and tisks about how impatient you are. “All good things come to those who wait, Corazón.”

If you want his teasing to stop, you will have to beg him or start teasing him back. He can give way better than he can take. You will have him changing his pace quick.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Nick isn’t loud but he is by no means silent. He likes to dirty talk, and praise you in bed with a mix of English and Spanish words. He grunts and moans but keeps the noise to a minimum when Zara is in the house. If he knows that there isn’t a risk of being interrupted or overheard that is when Nick gets louder and likes to fuck you to upbeat Cuban music.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Nick doesn’t know how to ask for attention or affection. He grew up with a controlling abusive father and a traumatized turned aloof mother. Then he married Maria, a strong-willed but distant and emotionally unavailable soldier. He never got consistent affection and doesn't understand his own need for it. He doesn’t consciously know he does it, but when he needs that affection, he will initiate sex even if he is not in the mood to have it. He will make it so good for you like he has to earn it. You will moan and call his name as he wrecks you with his fingers and mouth.

Then he will usually wave you off when you go to reciprocate even if he is hard. He knows that what he really wants is already within reach because when you are pleasure drunk and boneless it always means that you are willing and wanting to cuddle. Your fingers will stroke and play with his hair, your other hand wandering his back teasing tense muscles until they relax. It takes you a long time to figure out what he is doing and when you do it breaks your heart.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nick has a lean body with muscular arms and thighs. His chest is toned with a visible six-pack. He has a sparse dusting of hair on his lower stomach, a happy trail leading down to his goods. Nick is a big boy, above average in size. His cock is thick and long with a slight upwards curve.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Nick has a pretty high sex drive but good control over it. While he would prefer to have sex four or five times a week, he doesn’t expect that. He has times when he becomes a sex hound, and you swear it always seems to match up to when you're ovulating. His sex drive can also completely diminish during bad sex crime cases.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nick is one of those rare men that sex boosts his energy, at least for a little while. The flood of endorphins gives him a giddy relaxed high. If it is a quickie or during the middle of the day, he will have the sudden urge to accomplish something, or if you're really lucky cook traditional Cuban food. If it’s time for bed you will almost always fall asleep before him, but he is content to lay in bed with you either just cuddled up or playing games on his phone until the high fades.

I forgot how long this prompt takes but hey there’s Nick’s! I have quite a few Nick miniseries that I’m going to be working on. One is the relationship building between the reader and Zara while still featuring Nick of course.

I have another series that will be more angsty and will probably take longer because it’s going to be a split vibe of what could have happened in a situation with Nick and the reader's relationship when tragedy hits. I’m excited to challenge my writing in that way.

Let me know if either of these piques your interest! I hope you enjoyed xoxo

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polkadotpenguin16 · 2 months

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#MarchFicMadness24 Rec List

Here's my contribution to @the-blind-assassin-12's March Madness Reblog Challenge: reblog 63 fics in 31 days!

Below are stories/drabbles/whatever that I enjoyed reading and give the Penguin Stamp of Approval 🐧™ (very exclusive)

Expect a lot of Carisi/Barba love 😍

Part 1 | Part 2

🥰=Fluffy 😔=Angsty 🥵=Saucy 📋=Masterlist

1. Carisi and reader's first kiss by @kryptonitejelly 🥰 Sonny Carisi x reader This is just an adorable little snippet that made my heart flutter

2. Mistakes We Knew We Were Making, Chapter 1 by @lovecarisi 🥵 Sonny Carisi x reader Hot damn - that's it, that's all my thoughts lol

3. Slow, soft love making with Barba by @adacarisi 🥵 Rafael Barba x reader This was my gateway fic into the Tumblr-SVU-Fic-Verse (came here from a random pin on Pinterest). And it is still one I enjoy going back to because it is so delightful. Anyone who enjoys smutty SVU fics should check their stuff out!

4. Sweet Tangerine by @whoevrwhatevr 🥰😔 Sonny Carisi x Rafael Barba My guilty pleasure is sick/comfort fics, and this one checks all the boxes for me. Pathetic, ill Sonny has a special place in my heart lol

5. Second Chances, Part One by @tropes-and-tales 😔🥰🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader I read this on the recommendation of @misscharlielulu, and it did NOT disappoint! It literally has everything - broken hearts, adorable dates, a sensual satisfying climax. It goes from angsty, to fluffy, to saucy, and it is near close to perfect.

6. Overtime by @storiesofsvu 😔🥰 Rafael Barba x Reader Honestly, read any of her stuff, you're guaranteed to enjoy it. I like this one in particular because it is such a well composed story. And she nailed Raf being a lovable dick 😂

7. Tears For A Good Man by @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I always get excited when a new Sonny fic comes across my dash, and this one is just GAHHH **insert incoherent happy noises** Probably the sweetest version of Sonny you will ever come across **swoon**

8. 19 (aka losing your virginity to Sonny) part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 by @carisi-dreams 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader If I was on a deserted island and was only allowed to bring one fic to read, THIS WOULD BE IT!!!! I love how relatable the reader is, I love how attentive Sonny is, and it's just GOD DAMN HOT 🔥

9. Relaxation Therapy by @mrsrafaelbarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader Who doesn't want a sexy Cuban lawyer to take care of them after a long day 😏 #life is hard and barba is hot

10. You're My Dream Girl by @pascalispretty 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Apparently @misscharlielulu and I are on the same wavelength because we were both thinking about this one today lol. This one is hot, heavy, desperate and it's AMAZING

11. Line Without a Hook by @writingdayandnight 🥰 Rafael Barba x Reader This reads like a delightful romance movie, and is a beautiful alternative for Undiscovered Country-deniers (seriously, what were they thinking?!)

12. Carisi realizing he’s in love by @kryptonitejelly 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Another adorable snippet courtesy of @kryptonitejelly - keep em coming!

13. “i’m yours, in every way possible.” by @qvid-pro-qvo 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Y'all wanna cry happy tears? Cuz this made me cry happy tears! I found this gem last week, and have become completely obsessed.

14. HCs: Being in a Relationship with Sonny Carisi by @locke-writes 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is wonderfully written, in-depth, and simply put, it's heartwarming 💓

15. Rafael Barba Masterlist by @melk917 📋 Rafael Barba x Reader If you're a Barba fan, this is the Tumblr to go to! Seriously, just pick any of them. You'll find a little bit of everything, and you'll enjoy yourself.

16. A Fight With Sonny by @storytimefromthecreed 😔🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader The dialogue in this is so perfectly written. Honestly, it's #truelovegoals

17. Rain, Candlelight & Pumpkin Spice by @beccabarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader This one is so soft and sensual and makes me miss fall. Standout quote - "I love that you think you’re the lucky one" - I'm literally melting 🫠

18. Taken Care Of by @plaidbooks 😔🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader There are LOTS of stories out there about Sonny taking care of the reader. Not nearly as many about Sonny being cared for, and by god does that man deserve it! This is a fav of mine, Julie's so talented, and I've got 45 more fics to go so I'm sure I'll be adding more of her stuff to this list.

19. Perfect / Love Won’t Die by @cathrrrine 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader When this fic dropped, I got absolutely nothing done that day because it was the only thing I could think about. It gives you all the nice mushy feelings a good fluff piece should!

20. Movie Night by @adarafaelbarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader This is one of the first Rafa fics I ever read. Then I freaking lost it and thought I was imagining the whole thing. And when I finally found it again, it was even better than I remembered lol

21. Mistakes We Knew We Were Making, Chapter 2 by @lovecarisi 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Chapter 2's out y'all!

22. Public Transportation by @amaroforpresident 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader An utterly adorable meet cute 😍

23. Caught in the Act by @svuwritings 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Just absolutely filthy smut; might need a cold shower after this one.

24. 4th of July by @australiancarisi 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I love reading fics with a focus on Sonny's family. We got such a small sliver of that part of him on the show. This fic just makes me smile ☺️

25. Decisions by @detectivesvu 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader This is a heavy read, but it's oh so good. Sidenote, this reader is a saint - I wish I could practice this level of patience lol

26. Paradise Lost & Paradise Found by @cycat4077/@cycat-carisi 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader So Tumblr will not let me reblog these for some reason, but I just had to share because I love them so much. This story breaks my damn heart and then glues it back together and I am HERE for it! All of their stuff is a joy to read 💙

27. I Want You to Touch Me by @writefasttalkevenfaster 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader Sexy bearded Barba, anyone? “I told you it wouldn’t be a bed,” - GAHH I'm blushing 😳

28. Gallery by @svu-ncis-criminalminds 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Is "deliciously angsty" a thing? I have issues dealing with conflict in my personal life, so reading about people fighting and making up is kind of cathartic for me. It does wrap with a sweet ending.

29. Getting Flowers from Sonny by @duchesschameleon 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I've only received flowers once from someone (who wasn't family) and I remember just how goddamn special that made me feel and this perfectly captures all those warm fuzzy feels 😊

30. "Hey, just look at me. Breathe." by @amirightcounsellor 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Oh, to be held by Sonny after a nightmare...

31. Sonny in an accident part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 by @carisi-dreams 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Scrolling through Violet's blog is like the best box of chocolates you've ever received - always something new and exciting to find. I cannot believe I only just read this today. I think it is a contender for my most favorite fic of all-time. Violet, I bow to your greatness 🙌

32. Unsure by @svucarisiaddict 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader I love this story so much. It really resonates with me deeply. And Sonny is such a dear in this :)

33. The Tum by @plaidbooks 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader I love me a fluffy man, and Raf deserves all the adoring attention in the world <3

34. A Misunderstanding by @minidodds 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader This is a cute shorty about a silly miscommunication.

35. Toy Box by @detective-giggles 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Did someone turn up the heat, cuz it's getting a little steamy in here. This is filthy...please enjoy 😏

36. All Wrapped Up by @melk917 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader I know the holiday season has passed, but this is a good read all year round.

37. Come Home part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 by @enamoured-x 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader In case you needed your heart torn up this evening! This whole series is amazing, I love it so much. Why do I we love to see Carisi suffer so much?!

38. Do Not Disturb by @foryouthem00n 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader I do enjoy me some Cranky Carisi lol. Can hardly believe Sonny would turn down cuddles 🥺

39. how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single” by @cathrrrine 🥰 The whole SVU gang These are all just a laugh and a half 😆 and so accurate! "Not now. I'm not done sulking yet." OMG seriously Rafa?!!

40. fluff #1 by @writingsforfandoms-multi 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Ya know, I'm just a sucker for some domestic bliss. This one is so precious!

41. Your first five dates with Sonny… by @reddielov-e 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is such a fun read! Very well thought out, lots of details. "you’re an outstanding woman and you never fail to make me laugh" - ya killing me!

42. Jealousy by @minidodds 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is an oldy but a goody. I go back to this one whenever I'm in the mood for some angst.

43. Trust Me by @ambivertdreamer 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader I really like Rafa stories that follow the plot from Intersecting lives (wtf were you thinking giving out your address Barba?!) and seeing the fall out and consequences that the show didn't really give us. This is a great story that ties up really nicely.

44. Coming Home by @seekret-fanfic 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Warning! Your heart may not be prepared for this amount of fluff!! I fucking LOVE this story - it pulls at the heartstrings in such a delightful way. Warms my cold dead heart 🖤

45. On Takeout and Yoga by @inflagranteinnuendo 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Not your conventional smut piece. This is so well written. I love the flow of the whole story. I love the build up to ending. I love just how goddamn sweet and endlessly understanding Sonny is!!

46. SVU guys picking out engagement rings by @adacarisi 🥰 Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Mike Dodds I've been a wedding-y mood recently, and this just tickles my fancy.

#marchficmadness24 #63 stories in 31 days #fic rec #sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba x reader

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prentisssgf · 16 days

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| flu season

| law and order svu

| alex cabot x reader

| reader is sick but is like 99% fluff

| 1310 words

"Come on, baby, time to get up" your eyes fluttered as you heard your girlfriend's voice at the other side of the bed.

"Alexxxx" you drawled "Alex come back to bed" you groaned as Alex flung back the curtains.

"As much as I would love to be back in bed with you right now, we're going to be late" Alex turned around to face you as she absentmindedly finished the morning routine of opening the blinds and then the windows slightly.

"Baby pleaseeee" you grinned hoping it would work.

"Later okay?" Alex smiled back as she pulled you up to kiss you "you feeling okay?" Alex stepped back slightly to touch your forehead to check your temperature.

"What-are you doing?" you furrowed your brow.

"Checking your temperature" Alex nodded.

"Okay listen Dr Cabot, I'm fine" you chuckled "It's just allergies, I'll be fine to go to work" you nodded.

Alex giggled back as she kissed your forehead "You are hot though" she worried slightly.

You playfully rolled your eyes "I know" you smirked which made Alex laugh hard.

"Get ready, love" she smiled as she squeezed your arm.

"Alex?" you called out as you were brushing your teeth.

"Yeah?" Alex's head swung towards you as she was now focused on you rather than the clothes on the bed.

"You haven't seen my skirt, have you?" you said with a mouthful of toothpaste.

Alex chuckled slightly "I have not" she nodded to the wardrobe "check in there?"

"Doctor and a magician" you nodded jokingly.

"Just check" Alex laughed.

"Okay fine" you laughed too, looking now you could not see the skirt, so you went back to the bathroom to continue to freshen up "maybe it's in yours Lex I wouldn't be mad-" you turned around by Alex cutting you off.

"It's right here babe, did you really not see it?" Alex pulled out your skirt "Are you sure you're okay?" she worried.

"Yeah I'm-" a sudden wave of nausea hit you and you and Alex made the way to the toilet, Alex rubbed your back with one hand and was already on the phone with Olivia with the other.

"Alright, let's get you back into bed" Alex swiped your hair that was stuck on your forehead behind your ears, resting her hand on your cheek, as she checked once over to see just how unwell you were, you leaned on her hand smiling slightly.

"I love you Lex" you smiled gently.

"I love you too honey"

"I would love you even more than I already do if you kissed me?" you offered with a grin, knowing Alex could never turn down that smile.

Alex sighed and then nodded smiling as she couldn't resist.

"I'm so grateful for you" you hugged her waist as you looked up at her.

"I'm so grateful for you" Alex smiled, "can you sit here for a second baby?" Alex smiled as she sat you on the bed, you nodded and smiled as she pulled out some fresh pajamas for you, after you finished changing she led you to the bed with a gentle arm around your waist, with the other hand she opened up the bed covers.

Alex kissed your head as she tucked you in "Call me if you need anything, anything okay?"

"Okay, I love you" you mumbled as your eyes started to become heavy.

Alex chuckled lightly "I love you too"

☆

A couple of hours later you woke up to knocking on the door, you looked around and got up, shivering as you walked down the hallway you started to call out to the door "Alex you're early is everything okay?" she didn't answer so you called for her again, this time louder "Alex?" you swung the door open to find your boss, Olivia Benson, standing outside the door with a bowl of soup in her hands with flowers and a card outside the door.

"Hi Liv, sorry I thought you were Alex! Is everything okay? the apartment's a mess and I-"

"Take it easy sweetheart" Olivia chuckled "Alex wanted me to check up on you, she called this morning but I wanted to come down here, bring you something" Olivia smiled while handing over the bowl of soup "and don't worry about the apartment either, I've seen worse" she joked which made you less tense.

"Do you want to come in? it's freezing" you offered.

"Sure" Olivia smiled as she shrugged off her coat, wearing a thick jumper and a scarf "thanks" she smiled.

"Not a problem" you nodded slowly as you saw fully what she was wearing compared to you.

"Olivia aren't you hot? Sorry but it's really cold in here?" you started shivering.

"No Y/N it's really hot in here, Alex said your temperature was 97° this morning, can I check what it's at now?"

"Um yeah go ahead?" you questioned.

"Shit, 105" Olivia stood up and started rummaging through her bag for her phone “Alex meet us at the hospital"

"Liv" you started to stand up "what's going on?" "LIV" you shouted before you panicked, your vision started to become dizzy and you fainted.

☆

You woke up a few hours later with Alex and Olivia by your side "Oh thank Godness she's awake, hi baby" Alex smiled as she stroked your hair and kissed your forehead.

"Hi honey" you smiled back up at her, grabbing on to her bicep for some strength.

"How did I get here? the last thing I remember was when Olivia came over to the apartment and we were talking" you started to panic but your girlfriend shushed you and calmed you down.

"I drove you" Olivia's voice came from the other side of the room.

"Thank you, you know for getting me here" you smiled slightly, not even much energy.

"No problem" she smiled gently at you "I'll leave you two alone now" Olivia nodded as she made her way out.

"I told you to call me if something happened" Alex sighed as she sat down in the chair next to you.

"It all happened so fast Lex, Olivia woke me up by knocking on the door, I start shivering because I think it's freezing and Olivia comes in with a thick jumper and a scarf and then all of a sudden I'm on the floor" you sighed reaching your hands out to Alex's for her to take.

She nodded, silently telling you she believes you.

"What time is it?" you asked curiously.

Alex looked down at her watch before looking up at you again "about noon" Alex let go of your hands to tucked your hair behind your eyes.

You nodded slowly "are you really gonna sit in that awkward and uncomfortable chair all this time or are you going to get in here and hug your girlfriend who is in the hospital and deserves special treatment" you pouted jokingly.

Alex laughed before making her way around the bed to curl up behind you "What special treatment are you thinking?" she asked rubbing her finger up and down your arm.

"Woah now Cabot" you turned around to face her "let's not get ahead of ourselves" you laughed "I was thinking more kisses and Chinese food" you smiled.

Alex smiled and nodded while swiping her tongue across her bottom lip "Okay" she smiled kissing your forehead, then your cheeks making you squeal and giggle, she then pressed a small kiss to your lips.

"Thank you" you smiled as you turned around again, pulling her arm over your waist as you fell asleep by Alex playing with your hair.

"Love you" you murmured groggily in your sleep making Alex chuckle.

"I love you too sweetheart, go to sleep baby it's okay, I'll be here when you wake up" Alex stamped a kiss in the back of your head making you entirely fall asleep.

#law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #svu x reader #alex cabot x reader #alexandra cabot #alex cabot #stephanie march #alex cabot x you #alexandra cabot x reader #alexandra cabot x you

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veronicamarsconfessions · 1 year

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The Unfortunate Pattern Of TV Shows Lying To Fans

Showrunner Dick Wolf is in hot water this week with fans of Law & Order: SVU on Twitter. Digging into the complaints, the current outcry isn’t really a surprise. Take a ship that’s been working on a slow burn for almost a quarter of a century, add in some bait-and-switch advertising, and you have a perfect storm.

While it’s true that showrunners have the right to run their shows how they see fit – and while fandom teasing is pretty much a staple of the medium – no fan appreciates being lied to. And there is very much a difference between teasing fans and lying to them.

Shippers of Elliot Stabler (Christopher Meloni) and Olivia Benson (Mariska Hargitay) have been hanging in through thick and thin for almost 25 years. Their dedication seemed like it was about to pay off, as promos for the most recent episode teased that this couple might finally – finally – kiss. Ultimately, not only did a kiss not happen but the shot featured in the promo – with Benson caressing Stabler’s face – was cut from the episode entirely.

Things happen in editing shows, and sometimes things get cut. So is this a case of “teasing fans” or lying to them? After almost a quarter of a century, it’s hard not to feel like this isn’t the latter.

Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist showrunner Austin Winsberg earned the fandom’s ire in the show’s second season when he promised the end of the dreaded love triangle. Only to very much keep the love triangle alive. Now, in this case, this was a case of the showrunner genuinely misunderstanding what “love triangles” mean in fandom spaces. He seems to have interpreted “fans hate love triangles” as “fans hate arcs in which a character can’t or won’t decide between two romantic prospects.”

Failing to realize that “making one choice and then later making another choice, and then later going back to the first choice” is, indeed, being unable to decide. Still, the promise of “no more love triangle” was followed pretty quickly by the return of the love triangle leaving fans feeling intentionally misled.

The case of Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist is a good argument for shows to have fandom consultants for showrunners who have probably not engaged in fandom spaces the way fans do and thus may mistake how things will be perceived. Winsberg professed the entire problem to have been a massive misunderstanding on his end. Perhaps that’s why fans of the series were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and successfully fought to save the show from premature cancellation.

Veronica Mars showrunner Rob Thomas got into similar trouble for handling the show’s last season. The Logan/Veronica ship (LoVe) had been a major focus of the series and subsequent movie. It was no wonder, then, that they were outraged when the fourth season ended with Logan’s death. Adding insult to injury, Rob Thomas explained the decision by basically saying that Veronica is “boring” when she’s happy in love and not traumatized and that he wanted to completely change the concept of the show moving forward.

Veronica Mars was a particularly special case of showrunners lying to the fan base because of the unusual nature of his salvation. Fans – a large number of them LoVe shippers – had directly been responsible for funding the Kickstarter that got the film sequel to the prematurely canceled series green-lit. Which led to the show’s subsequent pickup on Hulu. And Thomas knew how invested these fans – fans he directly called upon to resurrect his series – were heavily invested in LoVe. There was even an entire series of promos featuring Kristen Bell and Jason Dohring reading LoVe fanfiction leading up to the fourth season.

Teasing fans is a natural thing for shows to do. It keeps fans engaged. It creates buzz. But, as evidenced by Veronica Mars, when fans feel like teasing has become lying, they may not stick around to give the show another chance.

#Veronica Mars #Rob Thomas #Logan Echolls #Law & Order: SVU #Elliot Stabler #Olivia Benson #Elliot x Olivia #Logan x Veronica #Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist #Jason Dohring #Dick Wolf #L&O SVU

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svuobsessed · 30 days

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Olivia Benson X Fem Reader

I've been obsessed with Law and Order SVU for ages and only now I'm making this for Olivia.

She's so pretty I'm so Gay for Olivia Benson!

Summary: After a long tiring case Olivias girlfriend comes to the station to take her home and ends up meeting the team.

Third person pov...

Olivia Benson, the detective at the Special Victims Unit (SVU), had just finished a long and tiring case.

She and her Team had spent the entire week at the station, poring over evidence, interviewing suspects, and ultimately solving the heinous crime. Olivia was exhausted and couldn't wait to go home and relax.

As she was packing up her things, her phone buzzed. It was her girlfriend, Y/N, checking in on her.

Babe <3

Hey finished work, want a lift home?

Liv smiles down at her phone, ignoring the raised eyebrow Elliot sent her way she began texting back.

Sure, jsut finished myself

Great, see you soon <3

Y/N was a doctor and often worked long hours as well, but she always made time for Olivia, especially when she knew her partner had a difficult case.

As she packed up Olivia's mind replayed the horrifying details of the case she just solved. As a detective in the SVU, Olivia dealt with some of the most disturbing and heartbreaking cases.

It took a toll on her mental and emotional well-being, but she never let it show. Olivia was a strong and resilient woman, and she was grateful to have such a wonderful and supportive girlfriend.

Just as she was about to leave, Y/Ns familiar face appeared at the doorway of the SVU bullpen, Olivia's tired eyes lit up at the sight of her girlfriend.

"Y/N!" She exclaimed, the H/C woman smiled at how happy she was to see her, the woman shared a hug and quick kiss, as the broke away the rest of the team were staring.

Blushing Olivia dragged Y/N closer to her team. "Everyone, this is Y/N, My amazing girlfriend" Olivia said with a proud smile.

The team were surprised that she had a girlfriend Fin spoke first. "Happy for you baby girl" he said pulling Liv in for a hug and kissing her temple, Munch gave his support as well as Cragen.

After a getting to know everyone Liv pulls away from the group to finish packing up her things, as she does Elliot pulls Y/N aside.

Crossing his arms and squaring his shoudlers he looks at the shorter woman. "You love her right?" He questions her, Y/N looks at the man then at Liv a smile on her face.

Looking the Detective in his eyed shed nods. "Yes I do I love her, she's my rock and I'm hers" she tells him seriously.

Satisfied Elliot smiles and pats her shoudler, Liv then walks over bag in hand as the man leaves, raising a perfect eyebrow at him. "What did he want?" She askes her girlfriend.

Y/N takes her bag and holds her hand. "Nothing much, let's go home" they left the building and walked hand in hand to Y/Ns car, ready to leave the chaos of the station behind.

As they drove home, Olivia finally allowed herself to relax and talk about the case with Y/N She shared the gruesome details and the satisfaction of finally bringing closure to the victim's family.

Y/Nlistened intently, providing a comforting presence for Olivia.

When they arrived home, Y/N had a hot bath ready for Olivia, knowing how mentally exhausting her job could be.

As Olivia soaked in the tub, Y/N prepared a cozy dinner for them, and they spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, watching their favorite movie.

Y/N presence was like a healing balm for Olivia after a long day at work. She knew how to take care of her partner, both physically and emotionally.

As they drifted off to sleep that night, Olivia couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/N love and support. She knew she couldn't do what she did without her by her side.

The next day, as Olivia returned to work, her colleagues noticed a change in her demeanor. She was more at ease, and there was a glint of happiness in her eyes.

They all knew that it was because of Y/N and they were grateful to have finally met the person who brought such joy to their dear friend and colleague.

the end!

Hope you liked this oneshot for Olivia, i plan to write more of these oneshots.

Requests are open!

Word count: 790

#law and order svu #svu #olivia benson #happy ending #oneshot #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson x fem reader #girlfriend #fluff #meet the team #olivia benson x you

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separatist-apologist · 10 months

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I need some of ya'll who are WILDLY unqualified to STOP!!!TALKING!!!ABOUT!!!SEXUAL!!!ASSAULT!!!

There are REAL people in this fandom who experience this and your "hot take" about it is both FOUL, but also WRONG. And too many of ya'll just hit "post now" without considering "did my twitter/SVU education perhaps not provide the nuance this conversation deserves?"

Because it DIDN'T! It's embarrassing at this point the way ya'll "feminist" defenders really do hype up patriarchal systems and for what? WORDS ON PAPER?

I am so very tired of having to explain to this fandom that sexual assault is a nuanced topic in shades of gray, and that sometimes it's okay to leave that post about how men don't experience sexual assault if the woman is hot IN THE DRAFTS

#what the FUCK #you know how many men ive worked with crying in my office because they feel like they should have fought back harder?#how many have tried to lie to themselves that they enjoyed it?#why would you SIDE with white supremacy/patriarchy against SURVIVORS?#“this never happens” baby I promise you it happens all the time #acotar fandom SHUT THE FUCK UP challenge

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bensonnstabler · 1 month

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Same anon from the muarisi ask, I will say I didn't pair them together because I thought they had a load of chemistry I did it simply because I thought it would be fun and add an interesting dynamic to everything. The backstory is that carisi was using sex to cope with stuff (being in love with Amanda but not feeling as though he could tell her) and he met muncy and thought that it could all go away and let's just say it worked a little too well but they still ended up breaking up after 1 year and then muncy doesn't talk to him for a whole year for at the time reasons unknown they then get back together for the next like 1 and like a half but they end it again and they don't see or talk to each other again until she joins svu where she eventually shares that during that first year that they didn't talk she was pregnant but didn't know how to tell him. There's a whole bunch of other stuff but I've already said so much and I need to go to bed its 5:30 am

no but i love that! as someone who was a rare pair shipper back in the day (🤢 mystrade 🤢 for those keeping score) i love that you can take like bare minimum screen time and come up with this rich head canon!

send me your svu/oc hot takes (or spicy headcanons also!)

#asks #anon #i hope you get a good sleep anon! x #law and order svu #svu hot takes #svu head canon #sonny carisi #grace muncy

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tropes-and-tales-archives · 4 months

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Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Eight

Word Count: 3327

TW: Idiots in love, angst, major injury (talk of hospitals and surgery).

AN: Part of a series. The series masterlist here.

You used to spend Christmas Eve with the Carisi family, even sitting through a Mass that seemed to last forever. Obviously, that was off the table now.

Your mind tried to drift to Sonny’s confession, but you actively pushed it away. You had made your choice, and you weren’t backing down now. Bella told you that Sonny had broken up with Nicole that night, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he moved on with someone else. Probably his partner at work. You’d met the woman – Amanda – a few times, and she was just the right combination of hot and messy. That was like catnip to Sonny.

You reached out to your mom, but she was headed to some resort in the Bahamas for Christmas with her other divorcee friends. You didn’t even bother to call your dad.

Instead, you met up with your bandmate Jen. She played her violin at a soup kitchen on Christmas Eve, and you joined her with your cello. The two of you played happy music – Christmas carols and some lighter classical pieces – and you looked around the room at the people eating and talking in a low murmur. You felt ashamed at your months-long pity-party. People had it much worse than you.

The two of you played until the soup kitchen was done serving food and the kitchen was torn down and cleaned. Then you stayed to help set up the emergency homeless shelter – New York could get bitter cold, and makeshift shelters popped up in church basements across the city to help protect the homeless from literally dying in the streets.

You and Jen finished up, then gathered your stuff. You left the building and sat your cello case down for a moment so that you could wind your scarf around your neck more securely.

“Thanks for coming out,” Jen said, her teeth chattering. “It meant a lot.”

“I enjoyed it,” you replied. You hefted your case and turned away with a wave. “Merry Christmas, Jen.”

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Sonny was working Christmas Eve, but it was slow. Rapists and perverts seemed to take the holiday off, so he just sat at his desk and worked on paperwork.

It was late when he heard the elevator ding down the hallway, and then heard footsteps rushing towards him. He looked up and was surprised by who he saw. Bella.

“You’re not picking up your phone!” she yelled as she strode into the precinct. Sonny looked down at his cell and saw that it was silenced. He must have missed it vibrating. When he took it off the lock screen, he saw that he’d missed a lot of calls and texts from Bella. And from an unknown number.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. Bella looked awful. Her hair was messy, and her coat wasn’t even buttoned.

She said your name, tears spilling over her eyelashes. She swiped at them with a gloved hand. “Something happened. Her friend called me. Tried to call you.”

Sonny felt his heart drop into his stomach. “What happened?”

Bella shook her head. “I don’t know. Her friend called from Bellevue.” She gave a choked sob. “Sonny, can you drive me there?”

On the drive to the hospital, Sonny let every possibility run through his head. You went home with a bad guy. You got mugged walking home. You overdosed on weed. Was that technically possible? Maybe nowadays, with edibles. His work at SVU crowded into his thoughts, and he imagined every terrible thing he’d ever seen at work happening to you. Assaulted, raped, murdered. His stomach churned and roiled, and Bella openly sobbing beside him didn’t help.

They found parking and made their way to the emergency room. They found your bandmate, Jen, sitting alone alongside a wall. Sonny looked her over and saw the blood on her clothes. His stomach dipped, and he felt his gorge rising in his throat.

Jen caught sight of Sonny and Bella, and she shot to her feet and came over to them. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she reached into her pocket. She pulled out your phone – Sonny would recognize the case anywhere. He saw the crack that ran across the screen.

“I didn’t know who else to call,” Jen said, her voice watery with tears. “I tried both of you because you had the most calls and texts to her. Her parents didn’t pick up.”

“What happened?” Bella asked, and Jen filled them in.

You and Jen had been leaving the soup kitchen. Jen had turned to walk away but heard a squeal of brakes and turned just in time to see the car that hit you.

“I told her not to jay-walk,” Sonny said angrily, but Jen shook her head at him.

“She wasn’t,” she insisted. “She was just standing on the sidewalk. The car jumped the curb and hit her.” She shook her head again, harder this time. “The car tried to leave the scene, but it swerved into traffic and hit another car. Drunk driver, probably. The cops arrested him.”

“How is she now?” Bella asked.

Jen’s eyes filled with fresh tears. “She was in surgery. I don’t know anymore. No one will tell me anything because I’m not family. I tried to tell them that her family wasn’t around…” She trailed off, her words breaking up around her fresh sobs. She looked down at her front, her hands shaking in front of her. “There was so much blood.”

Sonny led Jen to a chair and had her sit down, then he made Bella sit too. “I’m going to go find someone,” he said.

He wandered around until he found the nurses’ station. He gave your name with as much authority as he could muster. The nurse looked him over skeptically, so he blurted out, “I’m her husband.”

The look on the nurse’s face changed to one of concern. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll have the doctor come out to talk with you.”

Sonny leaned against the counter and bargained with God. He promised a lifetime of masses. A million rosaries. Anything, in exchange for your life.

A doctor eventually came down the hallway, and Sonny felt the now-familiar churn in his gut at the blood splattered across the doctor’s scrubs. He extended a hand, said, “let’s go sit down, shall we?”

The doctor explained the situation. You hadn’t seen the car coming for you, and that likely saved your life. You hadn’t tensed up when it hit you, and your cello had absorbed part of the blow too. Still, you were in fair-to-stable condition. You had a broken arm, a broken leg, and numerous cracked ribs. Your liver was bruised, you had deep abrasions from hitting the pavement. You had lost a fair amount of blood through a number of cuts and scrapes to your head. Sonny could see you eventually, once you were set up in a room in the ICU and stabilized.

“Your wife is lucky to be alive,” the doctor concluded. Sonny felt his heart lurch at the thought of you as his wife. “But you should call her family, if she has any.”

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Sonny sent Bella home to rest, and he promised to call her if anything changed. He sent Jen home as well after he took your cracked phone from her. He tried to open it, but it was locked.

“Do you know her password?” he asked your bandmate.

The woman sniffled and swiped a hand under her nose. “7-9-3-4. Beethoven’s her favorite composer, and those are her favorite symphonies in order.”

Sonny unlocked it and tried to call your parents. He had to search a little – you didn’t even have them saved as “mom” or “dad.” He found your mother saved under her first name, and your father’s contact information was saved under the moniker “Dumpster Fire.” Neither parent picked up, so he used his most official NYPD voice and left them messages. Then he called Liv and gave her the situation. Then he called his parents, who were just leaving Mass. They made their way straight to Bellevue.

Sonny was sitting in the mostly-empty waiting room when his parents walked through the door. He didn’t even try to hold back his emotions anymore. His mother reached him first, and she pulled him into a strong hug, and he cried for a very long time.

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The doctor let him see you eventually. The nurse explained that, as family, he could stay on the fold-out chair in the room, so Sonny sent his parents off to his apartment to get him some clothes and toiletries. Then he made his way to your room.

You looked so unlike yourself that Sonny almost thought that there had been a mistake. One leg was in traction, and nearly every other part of you was covered by gauze or bandages. Your face was a mass of bruises, and the only part of you that Sonny recognized were your hands. They lay limp on top of the light blanket that covered you, and Sonny took one gently and held it as he sat beside you.

It wasn’t twitching this time. You weren’t playing any music in your sleep. You had a mass of wires connected to you that kept the machines by the bed beeping steadily, and you were deep asleep from the combination of sedatives and pain medication.

The nurse that came in to check your vitals shot Sonny a pitying look when he asked if you could hear him. “Maybe,” she replied, punching an update into her computer. “It couldn’t hurt to talk to her.”

So Sonny talked to you.

It was like confession, almost. He told you everything.

He held your warm hand in his and told you about the first time he met you. He had helped his parents move Bella into her new quad during her sophomore year, and then you – a bright-eyed freshman – walked through the door. Freshman housing was full, so you got lucky and were placed in Bella’s dorm. You were laden down with too much stuff, and Sonny had bounded over like a puppy to help you.

He ended up helping you move your stuff, since your parents were too busy bickering in the parking lot. You joked around with him, and by the time your last box was moved in, he was in love.

He told you about his sudden interest in visiting Bella – for homecoming weekends, for big school events – just to see you. He was endlessly fascinated by your talent, and he came more than once to watch you play in concerts and open mic nights alike. Sometimes he just sat back in the shadows and watched you, not even telling you that he was there.

He told you about how happy he was when you and Bella came to crash at his first apartment, sleeping on an air mattress in his living room so that you could go to concerts in the city. He explained the exquisite torture of sleeping ten feet from you, separated by a thin wall, wishing he was stretched out on the air mattress beside you. He described the conflict that his roommate’s comments caused in him – you looked so young and seemed so sheltered and innocent, Sonny felt like a complete creep for having any sort of feelings for you.

He told you about how he campaigned to get you to spend your summers at his parents’ house. It made perfect sense – you had an internship in the city, and you could save money on housing, and his parents loved you like another daughter by then. Suddenly, Sonny found reasons to come home over the summer. He knew women liked a man in uniform, so he made sure to show up after his shifts in his police blues, hoping you were one of those women.

He told you about his sudden, intense interest in movies. You’d mention a director or score composer, and he’d do furious research until he could talk intelligently about them too. By then, Tommy was out of prison and Bella was spending all of her time with him, but Sonny started movie night to keep you close to him.

He told you, a bit ashamed, about how he’d crank up the air conditioner so that you’d drift closer to him on the couch for warmth.

What he couldn’t tell you was why he never told you any of this before. He didn’t even know himself. He supposed that there’d always be a better time or place for it. The better place for it turned out to be the intensive care unit, and the better time was now.

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Being hit by a car wasn’t like it seemed on television or in the movies. There was no death-bed confessions that you heard, no waking up with the love of your life asleep in the chair beside you. No moment where you had to choose between drifting into the light and returning to your body.

One minute you had been playing your cello at the soup kitchen. The next minute, you were in a hospital bed and crying incoherently from the pain.

You drifted in and out. You were never quite sure if it was day or night. A lovely nurse, as beautiful as an angel, came in and gave you morphine on a regular schedule. If you had the mental capacity to write her theme song, it would be nothing but the most ethereal music. A chorus of sopranos. The morphine made you emotional, but it obliterated the grinding pain that ruled your world.

Sonny was there every day. You were either asleep or high on pain medicine, and you could barely string together a coherent sentence at first, so you missed a lot of his visits. Sometimes you woke up to him holding your hand and talking to you. Sometimes he came after work, handsome in his suits. Once, he fell asleep beside you, his head laid in his folded arms on the side of your bed. That time, you were able to lay a weak hand on his head, ruffling his hair, wishing you could follow a train of thought long enough to tell him how you felt.

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You woke up from your surgery, and Sonny was on his knees that night, thanking god for it. You were alive – breathing, crying, healing.

Well, you cried a lot. You woke up confused, and you had a lot of delusions at first. Sometimes you thought you were on a reality show. Sometimes you thought you were dreaming and that you were in a coma somewhere else. One time you were convinced that the IV drip had “superhero serum” in it. When Sonny asked you what that meant, you had merely glared at him and slurred, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

When they shifted you from morphine to other pain medications, you reacted badly to those. You cried at everything. You cried at the hospital food, you cried at therapy. You cried at daytime television. Once, Sonny found you just sitting in bed, giant tears rolling down your face. When he asked why you were crying, you told him, your breath hitching as you sobbed, that you felt badly because you had “said some rude things” about Brahms. “I just want to apologize to him one last time.” It took him another few moments to understand that you thought you had been talking to Brahms at one point and that you wanted to, somehow, apologize to a composer who had been dead for a hundred years. Sonny had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing at you – you were so distraught. All he could do was wipe away your tears and tell you that all was forgiven.

Some of the tears were valid though.

You cried when you saw your cello, crushed beyond recognition. It had helped save your life, but it was a one-of-a-kind instrument and the first real investment in your career that you had made. In the depression that fell over you during your hospital stay, you became convinced that you’d never play music again.

You cried a lot about your parents, too.

Sonny always knew that your family was not like his. Between the few spats he had witnessed himself and overhearing you and Bella making comments about them, he figured your parents had issues.

Your father called him back when you were still unconscious from your surgery. He made some lame excuses about trying to find a flight to New York over the holidays, and in the end, he just asked Sonny to keep him updated. He promised to send along some money to help with your medical bills, but otherwise, your father was out of the picture.

You mother visited later, once you were out of the ICU and trying to figure out the next steps of your rehab. There was no way you could go back to your apartment right away – it was a four-story walk-up, and you could barely walk with all your broken bones and diminished stamina.

Tentatively, you had asked your mother if you could go home to recover. You could rent a car together and she could drive you home, then you could return to New York once you were healed up.

“Oh, I don’t know, honey,” your mother had said absentmindedly. “You know I’m not good with stuff like that.”

Sonny was standing by the window, listening to your conversation and seething. He could think of at least ten family members of his own who would gladly help you recover, and your own mother couldn’t be bothered. But at least she showed up. Your father never even made an appearance.

Sonny turned and watched you as you reacted to your mother. He watched your face: first the disappointment, then the stony, blank face.

“It’s fine,” you replied, your voice flat. “I’ll figure it out.”

“That’s my girl,” your mother replied. She reached over and fluffed your hair before wincing at a healing cut on your forehead. “You know, if you parted your hair on the other side, you can cover this. Because it looks like it’s going to scar.”

“Good idea,” you said. You stared off at the wall opposite to your bed until your mother left. Her flight didn’t leave until the next day, but she had a ticket to see “Wicked” and wanted to grab dinner beforehand.

“I’ll call you and check in once I’m home,” she said. She kissed your cheek and gave Sonny a wave and was gone.

Sonny watched you for a moment, and then he walked over to your bedside. “You okay, doll?” he asked softly. You shook your head slightly, and he could tell you were trying to hold back more tears.

“You don’t have to stay, stretch,” you replied. You glanced at him for a second, then shifted your eyes to your broken arm. You toyed with the edge of the plaster. “I have to figure some things out anyway. Make some calls.”

“You don’t have to do any of that.” He reached out and laid his hand on your good arm, squeezing it gently. “You’re gonna come stay with me until you’re healed up.”

You shook your head again. “I can’t…”

“You can. You will.” He rubbed your arm and watched as the tears spilled over and ran down your face. “My building has an elevator, I have plenty of PTO banked up. Between me and Bella and my parents, we can handle it. And when you get tired of the Carisi’s, your bandmates can help.”

“It’s going to be a month or longer,” you protested, but he shifted his hand to grasp yours.

“I’ve got plenty of movies queued up,” he replied. He tilted his head at you and gave you his winningest smile until you couldn’t help but grin back at him.

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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Executive Decision - Alden Parker x Reader

Tagging: @sarakafarrah @mandy426 @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond

Alden knows when something going on with you. Sometimes you don’t see each other for a couple of days when a case gets hot. It’s the way of the job. You always check in, the same way he does. When you don’t respond to his texts, he decides to take a trip a few floors down to the Family & Sexual Violence Department where you head up your own team specialising in Adult Sexual Assaults.

The Navy’s version of SVU, he calls it.

The number of sexual assaults has gone up by 6% since the COVID restrictions were eased, 50% percent were perpetrated by colleagues, which means other sailors. Alden finds those stats harrowing. He’s just glad that the victims have you on their side.

It’s a bad one, he can tell because you’re not at your desk. He checks in on the purple orchid he got you for your birthday, rubbing the leaves between his thumb and forefinger. It’ll need pruning soon; he’d promised he’d show you how to do it at the weekend. He’s sure you’ll find it as meditative as he does. A little bit of Zen in your line of work wouldn’t hurt anyone.

He seeks you out, his gaze coming to land on the conference room. He can see you through the blinds, your earbuds in your ears, your hair pulled away from your features. You’re scribbling something onto a notepad.

You don’t look up when he enters, you’re too absorbed in the interview you’re listening to. It isn’t until he puts his hand on your shoulder that you realise he’s there.

“Easy,” He says softly when you jerk at his touch. “It’s just me.”

His thumb ghosts over the nape of your neck, rubbing the tension out of the muscle. You groan under his touch, and he smiles before taking the seat beside you and reviewing the white board. He understands now why you’ve been so pre-occupied.

Six victims, each image progressively more harrowing.

“I guess that explains why you’ve been MIA over the past couple of days.” He says before he turns to face you.

There’s dark circles underneathe your eyes, they look red rimmed and a little raw. His gaze strays to the bin in the corner, filled with empty take out cups piled haphazardly on top of one another.

“When was the last time you slept?” He asks you. “Or had a meal?”

You give him that look, and he already knows the answer. Two days ago, the last time you stayed over at his place. He’s made love to you in the shower that morning before serving you Napolitanas de chocolate from the Spanish bakery on the corner. You’d been in a rush by the time you’d left, a call had come in. You’d taste liked chocolate and powdered sugar when you kissed him goodbye.

“OK I’m making an executive decision and busting you out of here.” He tells you, holding up a finger when you open your mouth to argue. “You’re tired and running on terrible coffee fumes; I’m taking you back to my place where I can cook you something and make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

You sigh, your gaze straying back to the whiteboard.

“Sweetheart.” He says, clasping your jaw lightly in his hand before he guides your attention back to him. “You’re no good to anyone if you’re exhausted. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me?”

“I know you’re right.” You tell him, looking into his eyes. He can see the fatigue in them, the weight that the burden of this case has set upon your shoulders.

“It’s hard. I know how tough it is.” He tells you, his thumb ghosting along your jawline. “You feel like if you take a break you’re letting them down somehow, but you’re not. You’re going to rest so that you can come back tomorrow and give them your best.”

He leans in close, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. He hates seeing you run yourself down like this, he knows how a case can get under your skin, how it can prickle at your nerves like a barb, make you a little unhinged. He’s been there and he doesn’t want that for you.

“Let me take care of you tonight.” He requests his lips brushing over yours. “Let me look after you, the way you look after me.”

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generousobservationkryptonite · 5 months

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Barisi Fandom Advent Calendar

It's December very soon, and I felt that a fanfic advent calendar was required for our dear boys, and for all of us.

If you want to join in, please tag your fics with #BarisiAdvent2023 - if you aren't posting with a link to an outside source (like an AO3 link) please use a 'Keep Reading' cut because it helps with scrolling.

Time/date conversions are hard so posting guide is to post it between 12.00am and 11.59pm your time.

Some prompts are borrowed from prompt-lists of previous years and these are tagged (or are courtesy of helpful fandom friends!)

Write one, write all, write some, write none and stalk the tag for festive fics!

So here we go!

Christmas countdown

Family invites an old crush/first love to Christmas dinner (credit: @writerthreads )

Deciding who has been naughtiest/nicest and making it a massive competition (credit: @writerthreads)

Fake dating for a Christmas party/ball (credit: @writerthreads)

The SVU Christmas party/ball is winding down, everyone’s going home or on to clubs, and Rafael and Sonny find themselves the last to leave (credit: @randomlycee)

Rafael and Sonny are on call and have to work on Christmas Day (credit: @randomlycee)

Secret Santa gift exchange

Christmas baking

Snowed in/out

“You look like you could use this.” “What is it?” “10 ounces of the best hot chocolate you’ll ever taste, and I’ll put money on that too.” (credit: @sapphire-strikes)

“You’re being awfully sarcastic for someone dangling upside-down in a mess of tinsel.” (credit: @sapphire-strikes)

“Why’d you turn the music off?” (credit: @mirclealignr)

“What are you doing?” “Making a snow angel” (credit @mirclealignr)

“Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.” (credit @mirclealignr)

Eggnog/Mulled wine/Festive drinks

Under the mistletoe

Ugly sweater party

Going home for Christmas

Christmas song inspired – Let it Snow! (any version, tell us which)

Christmas song inspired – Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree (any version, tell us which)

Christmas song inspired – choose your favourite and share it with us

Embarrassing childhood Christmas photo/video

Christmas matchmaking

Christmas Eve

Opening presents

And some bonuses to end out December:

26. Christmas dinner leftovers for breakfast

27. An unclaimed present under the tree

28. It was fun, but…

29. Taking down the tree

30. What do you want for Christmas?

31. New Year’s Eve

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noellawrites · 1 year

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Yandere!Barba x reader x Yandere!Carisi Headcanons

summary: how Sonny and Rafael fight over and eventually share you ;)

- Sonny becomes obsessed with you the moment he steps into the bullpen on his first day

- you’re sitting on your desk, looking beautiful but unprofessional as you laugh at something another man is saying

- he felt the undeniable urge to steal you and woo you right then and there, but then Olivia comes out and starts giving him a tour

- Rafael has also been infatuated with you since his first case with SVU, when you gave him evidence that Jocelyn Paley hadn’t written 25 Acts

- he put you on the stand and won the case (also thanks to his belt trick), and he was in love

- Sonny brings you cannolis, offers you shoulder massages on long shifts and showers you in compliments

- Rafael practically charms your pants off, brings you to fancy bars and flirts with you in front of your co-workers

- you begin to notice their affections after a month or so, when you begin to feel choked by both of them

- around then, SVU gets a case involving a serial rapist and murderer who targets strippers and Liv asks you to go undercover

- Sonny insists on being the “Joe” in the strip club and making sure you’re safe, whereas Rafael outright refuses it

- he says he can get evidence another way, but the perp is just too good and has been increasing his strikes recently

- Sonny and Rafael argue about it in the squad room, to the point that you have to step in

- “This is my decision, not yours! And I’m going!” you yell, turning everyone’s heads

- Liv talks with both men about their conduct, but she's aware that they’re both in love with you

- she’s willing to allow it unless it begins to affect yours or Sonny’s police work

- a few days later, Rafael asks Sonny to meet in his office

- Sonny thinks Rafael is going to ask him to back off, but instead, he proposes an idea

- it’s a very odd meeting, but they both admit their affections towards you and look for a solution

- Rafael asks Sonny if he would like to… partner up

- Sonny agrees, as the combined power and influence between them is better than them both trying to win your affections on their own

- they invite you to dinner with them as “co-workers,” which turns into going back to one of your places for a drink

- you foster a good friendship with the two men, and this goes on for a couple months

- you’re surprised they’ve managed to get along when it comes to you, but you’re just thankful anyway

- they begin to drop hints, mostly Sonny saying shit like “I wouldn’t mind a night in with the two of you,” or Raf bringing up the chemistry between you three

- one night, you get drunk enough and Sonny starts kissing you while Rafael takes off your jacket and shirt

- you pull away, breathless, and they both smile

- “this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” you laugh, standing up and dropping your pants

- you weren’t even upset, just horny

- so the three of you took turns making out, and you have to admit it was sexy to watch Sonny and Raf kissing

- you insisted on going back to your apartment that night, as you didn’t want to show up to work the next day with the same clothes

- once you left, Sonny and Rafael had a victory snuggle (they’d never tell anyone though)

- soon, their plan would be complete and you would be all theirs, only theirs

- i mean, sandwiched between a hot detective and a sexy lawyer, can it get better than that?

#rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu x reader #yandere rafael barba #yandere sonny carisi #yandere law and order svu #barba x reader x carisi #rafael x reader x sonny

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Fictober 2023

Prompt number: #15, “Fine, explain it to me.” Fandom (AU if applicable): Law & Order: SVU Pairing: Sonny Carisi x Reader, Motorcycle!AU Rating: M Warnings/Tags: Warnings: not safe for work, profanity, sexual content; Tags: AU

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This takes place right after the previous Fictober 2023 fill and is very en ess eff double u!

“I heard you earlier, Sonny,” you said tightly as you crossed your arms across your chest. “And I know that, anyway. I know, okay? But I don’t want to have this conversation again right now.”

“There’s only a conversation,” Sonny came down on the last word hard with dripping sarcasm, “because you keep lying to me. Little or big, doesn’t make a difference.” He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

“Don’t get high and mighty on me,” you started, revving up even though you’d just said you didn’t want to talk about it. “Leaning on this ‘no lying’ shit this heavy is a bit rich coming from a goddamn outlaw.”

“I’m the goddamn outlaw, that’s right,” Sonny growled. His hands came to square your hips on the bed. “Which means that I have a ph motherfucking D in lying.” You clenched your jaw and looked up into his eyes stormily. “But that’s not how this whole partnership thing is supposed to go.”

“Fine, explain it to me,” you said defiantly.

“We’re going home,” Sonny said lowly. “Together. Now.” He stood in one lithe movement. The leather of his worn kutte squeaked slightly and you heard a cheer go up in the other room. “I don’t give a shit about this party and if you want to sit and brood, you can do that in the house we have spent a lot of energy into making a home.”

The air crackled and the mood shifted into something slow, sweet, and bitter - molasses.

“You want to stay, let’s stay,” you insisted as you stood up from the bed and stepped close to him. Stubbornness and pettiness stirred a dangerous cocktail within you. “I don’t give a goddamn where we are right now.”

Sonny’s hands came up on his hips and he took a step forward towards you. The frame of the bed dug into your calves as you took a step back automatically. He took another step forward and you side stepped him to stand in front of the door. There was a dark look in his eye as he half looked over his shoulder at you from under his eyelids. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth again and tilted his head contemplatively. When you shifted your weight - from impatience, budding arousal, or nervousness, you weren’t really sure - his eyes dropped to your hips and then came back up to your face in a slow meandering line. Sonny stalked towards you slowly and his maintained eye contact seemed to pin your feet to the floor. You had the distinct feeling that you were now the rabbit and he was the coyote.

“You’ve got a mighty dirty mouth tonight, doll,” Sonny drawled as he tucked his chin and tilted his head to maintain eye contact even as he now towered over you.

A step back had your shoulder blades colliding with the door behind you. There was nowhere for you to go and Sonny still hadn’t even touched you. Anticipation ratcheted up and the molasses turned golden in your mouth, like honey. Your mouth went dry even as the space between your legs dampened.

In lieu of a response, you rolled your eyes and cocked your hip. Sonny smirked at your bravado and finally dropped one of the hands from his hips. Unrushed he brought it up to your mouth and traced your lips lazily. A white hot path followed in his finger’s wake and your lips tingled without ever having been kissed. When you nipped his finger suddenly he drew back in surprise and then chuckled lowly.

“It’s good that you’ve still got that fighting spirit.”

Sonny pressed against you, but you refused to try to back away this time. There wasn’t anywhere for you to go even if you had wanted to. He had you pinned and was barely touching you. And almost worst than all, he knew that you liked it. He knew that you were letting him hew you in. He knew that this is what you needed - him in charge, him calling the shots, him overwhelming you so that your brain would finally stop buzzing. Sonny had been right, much more than you’d given him credit for, and he watched the realization flicker across your face and answered it with a slight, smug smile.

“I told you that I can see what’s been in front of my face for a long time,” he said lowly.

The smell of alcohol wafted off of his breath into your face as he ducked his head slowly to bring his nose right against yours, but it wasn’t a turn off. If anything, it made your blood heat even more because this was raw Sonny singularly focused on you. You leaned up to close the distance between your mouths, but he caught your shoulders in his hands and pressed you back against the door.

“I hope you still don’t give a goddamn where we are right now, doll,” Sonny rasped before ducking his mouth to your neck.

His grip on your shoulders was firm and just this side of not hurting, but there was no mistaking the reminder that he had you pinned deliberately. You hissed when his teeth closed on the delicate skin of your neck and when you squirmed he tightened his hold on your arms but pulled his mouth away.

“Because I’m going to fuck you against this door.” Sonny kept going even when you inhaled sharply through your nose. “And if you don’t keep those pretty lips pressed very firmly together.” He stole in for a quick kiss and you strained to chase his mouth before he pulled out of a reach with a chuckle that made your face go hot. “If you don’t keep those pretty lips pressed together, everyone is going to hear you.” He bent low to whisper the last part in your ear and you squirmed against his grip again.

“Sonny–”

He cut off your plea with a shake of his head and a hand over your mouth.

“You didn’t want to have a conversation, so let’s not talk.”

In a single motion, Sonny turned you around so that you were facing the door as he adjusted his hand over your mouth. Now, your back pressed firmly to his front and he pressed on your mouth a little, making you arch your back into his chest. When you rolled your hips back into his he chuckled again and you didn’t care this time. Wanton with arousal, you played the cards you had.

“Tsk tsk,” he admonished. The reprisal was short lived because he dropped his hand from your mouth to the front of your jeans. His fingers were warm when they pushed under the hem of your shirt to rest on your lower belly. His pinky edged under your waistband and your arousal grew. “None of that, sweetheart. We’re on my timeline.”

“Then, hurry the fuck up,” you gritted out with a heavy weight on the profanity. Testing him. “Or did you drink too much and now you’re all promises and limp cactus.”

“Cute,” Sonny said drily. A hand slid into the back of your hair and gripped the base of your skull with the flatness of his palm pressed against you firmly. With his other hand, he grabbed your right one and forced it against the bulge in the front of his jeans. “You tell me if that’s thorny enough for you, darling.”

Your mind went helpfully blank and you said nothing. For a moment, all you could hear was the blood in your ears and loudness of your breath. Behind it, the sound of breaking glass preceded an uproar on the other side of the door and you leaned forward to let your forehead press against the wood.

“Good girl,” Sonny rasped lowly.

He guided your wrist to the door over your head and pressed it firmly before releasing it. You kept your hand still and he murmured appreciatively again as he kicked your left foot out to widen your stance.

“Good girls get rewarded,” he promised in the same voice that had the hair on the back of your neck standing up and the arousal between your legs dripping.

Your face burned again as you anticipated his reaction when he found out just how wet you were. He guided your other hand to press next to your right hand on the door and then caught your wrists in his grip. This time, when he pressed his crotch against you and you pressed back he didn’t admonish you.

His free hand somehow made quick work of the button and zipper on your jeans and not for the first time you felt a zing at the base of your spine realizing that he was still just as deft after drinking as he was sober. When had you missed this? This sharper, deadlier Sonny. When had he learned to balance this sloppiness with this…precision? You didn’t have any time to follow that train of thought any longer because he was roughly tugging your jeans down enough to slip over your ass and down your thighs. His hand cupped you and you exhaled strongly and let your head loll back to meet his shoulder.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” It was a rhetorical question and still you made to answer before he ran his middle finger along your slit outside of your panties. He pulled the answer from you instead. You moaned before you could catch it and this time you felt him chuckle. “Doll, you’re very wet.” Sonny’s tone was almost conversational and when you squirmed he tightened his grip on the hand capturing your wrists above your head. “Very.”

“Son-ny!” Your face sharply rose on the end of his name as he pulled your panties aside and dipped a finger between your folds to encircle your clitoris once.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said conversationally as he pulled his hand away.

You could feel his knuckles jostling as he roughly unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor with a loud clatter of the buckle and keys colliding and you swallowed hard. You could feel his length against you and you knew that there was little you could do to make Sonny hurry up. He was going to take you exactly how he wanted to. And he knew that that was exactly what you wanted.

“And you can be as loud as you want,” he continued in the same conversational tone. “Keep your hands exactly where I put them or I’ll stop.” He pressed against them one last time before one hand went to your hair again and the other to your hip.

“My hands are a little preoccupied right now, sweetheart, why don’t you fuck yourself back onto me?”

You shuddered and the hand in his hair pulled back sharply and made you arch your back. The hand on your hip lined you up and then let go to hold himself firmly at your entrance.

“Push right on back and show me how desperate you are for me,” Sonny murmured.

You longed to press your forehead against the door, feeling bare and exposed, but his grip on your hair wasn’t loosening. Instead, you closed your eyes and sank back, taking him inch by inch until he was fully seated. Sonny nosed against your temple roughly before pressing a small kiss to it.

“That all you got?”

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” you ground out.

Sonny laughed and it was a wild bark instead of the chuckle from before. A heavy hand dropped onto the top of your right butt cheek and you flinched a little. He soothed the sting with a squeeze and then gripped either side of your hips in firm hands. You let your forehead rest against the door finally and you’d barely felt it make contact before he was pulling out and pushing back in roughly. It pulled a surprised moan out of you, but he didn’t slow down.

Immediately, he set a driving pace as he pulled your hips back to meet his and arched your back more to his liking. Your panties caught against your clit roughly where they had been partially pushed out of the way and you knew it was not going to take you long to come. It was like Sonny had sensed that because his strokes got harder and more insistent. His body pressed against yours heavily and you were completely overwhelmed by him.

“How’s that, doll?” Sonny huffed out. Without seeing his face you could still sense the smugness under his arousal. You could taste how self-satisfied he was and how he was not going to relent unless you wanted him to. “You remember who I am, yet.”

You swore and this time when you let your forehead rest against the door like a prayer you moaned loudly. There was a part of you that wanted other people to hear. You wanted to be claimed and for everyone to remember that you belonged to Sonny. No matter what, you belonged to him. No matter what, he’d take care of anyone and anything else that tried to fuck with you. No matter what, he was unrelenting in his attention and care for you. No matter what. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you moaned louder.

“Good girl,” he praised in a gentler tone.

His hips maintained the same unrelenting rhythm before stuttering to a stop for a moment. You opened your mouth to protest, but he pushed you towards and then onto the bed before you could. Bearing you down onto the mattress, he slot himself between your thighs and pressed back into you barely missing a beat. You pressed the side of your face into the pillow and he tugged the fabric away from your mouth before capturing your hands on either side of your head and pressing them firmly into the bed.

“I’ve got you,” Sonny whispered. He kissed the moisture at the corner of your eyes and shifted up to fuck into you in short firm strokes. “I’ve got you, doll.”

“Sonny.”

Your voice sounded wrecked even to your own ears and you thought for sure he would stop. His worry always won out. But this time, much to your relief, he just kissed the high point of your cheek again and kept driving into you.

“You’re going to come for me.” He pressed his mouth to your ear and his closeness contrasted with the laughter that you could hear in the other room made you melt. Even with the party raging on, his attention was on you.

A knock pounded on the door suddenly and you froze. Your stomach swooped and the breath was pushed out of you as Sonny switched from short strokes to long ones. Unrelenting even with this new distraction.

“No!” Sonny called harshly to whoever was knocking.

“Boss, you’re missing a–”

“Go the fuck away!” Sonny interrupted in the same harsh tone that was at odds with the honeyed tilt of his hips. “Now.”

Heavy footsteps stomped away and you breathed a sign of relief. You couldn’t remember if the door was closed, although only a stupid prospect would be insane enough to open Sonny’s door without permission. Still, you’d seen stupider things in your time.

“Don’t you worry, love,” Sonny soothed with a teasing rasp, “You have my full attention.”

“Please, Sonny,” you pleaded. It was the most you’d said in a while and you could hear the smile in Sonny’s voice when he responded.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. He lay over your back, pressing you deeper into the mattress and himself deeper inside of you. “You’re doing so good for me, doll. You going to come for me?”

You turned your head to press your forehead against the pillow, hiding your face and letting the fabric under your mouth dampen from your ragged open mouthed breathing. Even if you had wanted to answer him, you couldn’t, because your orgasm was suddenly crackling through you like you’d been struck with lighting. It licked up your spine and you moaned his name so loudly that if it hadn’t been muffled in the comforter it definitely would have been heard from the other side of the door.

Sonny swore and his hips stuttered as he came right after you. He rolled his hips a few more times before collapsing into the bed and narrowly missing you. With a clumsy outstretch of his arms, he pulled you back into his chest.

“C’mere,” he murmured as he guided you to turn so that you were facing him. You ducked your chin and avoided his gaze. Feelings of embarrassment and contentment jockeyed to be dominant and embarrassment was winning for the moment. “Love you,” he huffed against your forehead. His lips were warm where they brushed your skin and he tightened his arms around you and let you hide.

“And I’ve got you.”

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