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I wanna talk about king!sonny in this Chili’s tonight

…I’m listening

O h? Smut or plot bb

both you know i’m greedy

plot

So the whole thing about getting your veil ripped off, that’s extra important. Could I interest u in that? Or mayhaps some “sonny being protective bc people are hitting on u”

I’ll take protective sonny for 200 alex

Even with your face veiled, people know you’re beautiful. And your wardrobe is always flattering, to say the least, which doesn’t help. Whether you’re the queen or not, you get a lot of stares and attention.

It didn’t get talked about here, but King Sonny has some fanblogs out there on the web (and you run one of them, naturally- check out the rp blog @queen-carisi) so there are a couple for you too. Some sapphics, but mostly straight guys who wanna dick you down. Sonny is,,,,, less than happy when he discovers it. He actually finds out about both kinds of blog on air during an interview with the two of you on a local network.

When he’s asked about it, he seems shocked and asks if they’re really a thing. Before you can jump in (and admit that maybe you’re part of that crowd), the male anchor makes a joke along the lines of “it doesn’t matter about the veil because no one’s here for your face” and Sonny tenses. Producers are torn between getting close ups and cutting the broadcast. You and the female anchor are both speechless.

“What did you just say?” Sonny asks in a deceptively pleasant voice.

The guy tries to backtrack and you go to whisper to Sonny that it’s okay, but he gets to his feet and crosses his arms. He doesn’t have to say anything else for the man to be sweating bullets. Now they cut to commercial just in case.

When they come back, the man stutters a very formal apology while Sonny has a possessive hand on your thigh.

possessive sonny is my lifeblood

oh shit !!

Oh shit!

carisi-dreams:

don’t worry, I’m coming back to the other storyline with all of the mc!sonny angst. but first, let’s have some mc!bbs in high school angst, eh?

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Sonny set his cup in the cup holder between you down hard with a huff and you paused in where you were talking excitedly about your future roommate. He was looking out the front windshield moodily and you frowned a bit to yourself. He had been quieter than usual for the past several weeks after Nick had decided to prospect for Guardianes de la Muerte. They had both known it was a possibility every since Samuel had become his stepfather and Nick was being drawn further into the MC life. Both of your fathers were wary of Samuel and avoided the Guardianes as much as possible, more a tentative truce than anything. The fact remained that the two clubs were not friends, though, and Nick prospecting had essentially put a nail in the coffin of Nick and Sonny’s friendship.

“Thinking about Nick?” you asked gently as you reached out to lace his fingers with yours. He had finished his burger long before you and had been more or less broody throughout the entire mostly one-sided conversation.

“Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?” Sonny asked abruptly as he pulled his hand from yours. You spluttered and tried to string words together, but he kept going. “First Nick and now you? You know I’m excited for you to go off to school—I am. You’re going to do so well. But how do you think it feels to be the one left behind?” he asked angrily and you bit your lip.

“I’m sorry, Sonny,” you said sincerely, reaching out for his arm again. He tensed, but didn’t pull away as you repeated yourself. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I wish you would have considered coming with me. There’s a great trade school not even twenty minutes away from the university. You could have—” you started and he cut you off with an angry shake of his head.

“I have to stay here, you know that. I’m my father’s only son and our parents are getting old. Something happens and I need to be around for the club,” he interjected with a set jaw. He was looking out the windshield again, avoiding your eyes and you traced his profile in your mind.

“Do you want me to stay?” you asked after a minute, tightening your grip on him and leaning over the console to get closer to him. He resisted for a minute before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side awkwardly, pressing a rough kiss to the top of your head.

“No, I want you to go to school. You’ll be miserable if I ask you to stay and I want you to be happy. I just wish you could be happy here with me,” he muttered and your heart clenched and you untangled from him slightly. Gripping his face in both of your hands you pulled him in nose to nose with you.

“I am happy with you, Dominick,” you said fiercely and he softened slightly and tried to pull away. “No, stop,” you refused to loosen your grip on him, peering into his eyes. “I am happy with you. I’m so happy. I’m trying to focus on all of the things I’m excited about because when I think about leaving and not having you with me I can’t breathe. I’m not leaving you behind, though. I’m coming back. We’ll schedule visits. This isn’t over. Not ever,” you vowed and he nodded and leaned forward to draw you into a fierce kiss.

Awww…babies

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originally asked & clarified here. comes a couple of months after this

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“So…I think I may have burned that bridge with Lawrence,” you admitted slowly as you walked past where Nick was letting you into his house. He bent down to kiss you and made an inquisitive noise. Toeing off your shoes you set your purse down with a sigh as you walked into the living room. You lowered yourself onto the couch and curled a leg under yourself.

“Do go on, princesa,” Nick prompted as he crossed the room.

“I may have told him to go fuck himself,” you said with a sheepish smile and a shrug. Nick startled from where he was straightening up some papers on the table, giving you his full attention as he sat heavily on the couch next to you.

“You…why…wha—give me something else here. You’re killing me,” he stuttered and you laughed and leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder.

“He said something nasty about you. And kind of me? Something about being ‘drilled into a dirty mattress by a dumb biker thug’. Didn’t like that very much,” you said matter of factly and Nick wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Told him I’d rather have you blow my back out against a brick wall outside of the police station than ever sit across the table from him and have coffee ever again. Then I told him to go fuck himself.” Nick’s shoulders shook and you had a feeling he was laughing at you.

“Well, don’t think he was going to do either of us any favors anytime soon anyway. Sorry he upset you, sweetheart,” Nick finally said through more laughter. You elbowed him in the side before giving in to laughter yourself.

“What a jerk. Can’t believe he thought I’d be okay with him saying that about you. Ugh,” you complained and Nick’s laughter quietened and he started nosing along your neck.

“He’s always been like that. Just never around you before,” he muttered and you tilted your head to give him better access to you. “Got an idea for something he’d really hate, if you’re interested,” he breathed as he starting kissing towards your mouth. You turned your head to capture his lips, moaning and leaning into him.

“What’s that?” you breathed against his lips before biting his bottom lip gently.

“Could ‘blow out your back’, as you say, in my bed. Make you scream my name,” Nick propositioned from beneath heavy eyes. Your ears perked up slightly when he referred to his bed, but you figured he was talking about the bed in the guest room. Either way, you had no plans to pass up that offer.

“Oh, yes please, rey,” you breathed with a smirk and another kiss. Nick stood, gathering you in his arms as he walked swiftly to the back of the house. You kissed his neck, humming and beginning to whisper dirty things into his ear before something caught your attention. The door being opened and then kicked shut was his actual bedroom and you spared a quick look around before looking up into his face. He gave you a small smile of acknowledgment before setting you on the bed and pulling off his shirt before starting on your own.

sweetcannolicarisi:

“Amaro?”

“Yeah, Lieu?”

“You know.. you have red lip marks all… on your neck?” Nick pulls his phone out and noticed what she said. Evidence of your morning quickie before Nick had to be at work.

“Shit.. thanks.” Nick said as he left to go to the bathroom to wash the red stains off his neck. Nick pulled his phone out to text you.

Nick Amaro
Next time, make sure your lipstick is kiss proof.

You
Oops sorry Nicky.

Nick Amaro
You’re not really sorry are you?

You
Nope 🙂 ily I’ll talk you later