Author: shanonrutherford6973

Just a small town girl who loves L&O: SVU and fic writing

carisi-dreams:

childofbarisi:

carisi-dreams:

who wants me to write some sonny hurt/comfort fic in order for us to all sleep well tonight after tonight’s episode?! I actually think I have a request from @my-sonshine sitting in my inbox that would fit. 

Legit I had to write one myself so I could cope with the poor cannoli being so upset. 😩 I seriously can’t wait what you write.

just took me nearly 2 hours to update my master list ( L O L) so it’s coming tomorrow instead!! 

where is yours??

Same

Shit i just need some dirty talk with sonny 😩🤤👀 -barbabangme

carisi-dreams:

amaroforpresident:

barbabangme:

amirightcounsellor:

Sonny doesn’t break out the dirty talk every time you have sex. He’s sweet, and gentle, and on a regular basis he would much rather prefer to hold you close, his thrusts deep and smooth as he kisses your neck, showering you with praise.

But sometimes, you push Sonny past the point of sweet. Past the point of gentle.

On days where you tease him constantly, sending him pictures of you playing with your toys and saying you wish it were him instead, he comes home and absolutely ravishes you. If you’re in the kitchen cooking dinner, Sonny bends you over the counter, shoves your panties to the side and shoves into you with one smooth push. “Is this what you’ve been wanting all day, doll? You wanted my cock to stretch you out? Fuck, I can tell you’ve been touching yourself, so god damn wet. Such a little slut, couldn’t wait for me to get home and get this cock inside you.”

When Sonny gets jealous, he gets possessive. And there’s no better way to show you that you’re his than pressing you up against the wall and rubbing your clit until you start to drip down your leg. “You want more princess? You want to fuck yourself on my fingers?” He commands, his voice low and deep. You whimper at his touch, nodding eagerly. “Then beg.” You plead with him to touch you as he watches in amusement. “I know you can do better than that doll.” he laughs. “Please, sir.” You moan, the desperation rising inside you. “Please, touch me. I need to feel you” Sonny wastes no time in plunging his fingers into you, curling them against your sweet spot until your legs are shaking. Just as you’re about to cum, Sonny withdraws his fingers. “Get on your knees.”

You kneel in front of him and Sonny unbuckles his pants, stroking himself lazily as he looks at you with pupil blown eyes. “Put my cock in your mouth.” He grabs your chin and runs the hard, reddened and precum slick head across your lips before thrusting into your mouth. Sonny is a moaning mess above you, hands fisting at your hair as he essentially fucks your throat. “That’s it. Take it. Take it all, I know you can. Such a dirty girl, fuck, your mouth feels so good. You look so sexy with your lips wrapped around me.”

When he finally fucks you, it’s hard and fast. No romance, no sweet words. Sonny is slapping your ass and pinching your nipples, groaning as he sucks bruises into the skin of your thighs. “Such a pretty pussy.” He moans, running his fingers through your wetness. Sonny lifts them to your mouth and you part your lips, swirling your tongue around his fingers and tasting yourself on them. “That all for me doll?” You nod, grinding your hips against his in an effort to feel him deeper. Sonny pounds into you harder and you feel his thrusts become sloppier. “Squeezin’ me so tight. I’m gonna cum.” You wrap your legs around him, hands scratching down his back. “Want me to fill you up? Look at what you do to me” Sonny stalls as he spills himself inside you, groaning your name.

A dirty talking Sonny is a fucking treat, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t instigate him just to hear him lose control.

@barbabangme

Please excuse me IVE JUST FUCKING DIED

OH MY GOD FUCKING DJFKFLFP

my ghost is typing this because I’M DEAD

I need a cigarette and a cold shower.

One year after So It Begins. Angsty but whats new for our Sonny. Sorry in advance. 

Standing in the kitchen preparing dinner, you heard the lock jiggle. Knowing it was Sonny, a big, goofy grin spread across your face, even though he was late. You ran into the living room only to find your boyfriend with his shoulders slumped and a look of total devastation on his face. The blue eyes that are usually filled with mirth, were dark, sad and you knew he had been crying. As you approached him, he grabbed you and pulled you into his chest. He was hugging you so hard that it took your breathe away. You squeezed him right back and nestled your face in his chest. He leaned down and buried his neck in the crook of your neck. You could feel his body shake with quiet sobs. In the year you had been together you never saw him fall apart this way. 

Finally he let his grip of you loosen  but just a little, still holding you close.Soon after, the sobs slowed. You looked into his troubled face. Something bad had happened today but what and to whom, you had no idea. He usually called and talked about his day, good or bad, but there had been radio silence today. You pulled him over to the couch. He put his head in your lap and you stroked the back of his head waiting for him to start talking. 

After he took a couple shaky, cleaning breaths, he began. “It was supposed to be a routine traffic stop. This car was weavin’ back and forth over the yellow line. We hit the lights and sirens, he finally pulled over. We ran the plates, came up stolen. We got out and approached the car. Iverson to the driver side and I hung toward the back on the passenger side. The driver jumped out of the car. He had a gun. Before I knew it he got a shot off. I pulled my gun and shot, took him down. I knew he was dead. I radioed officer down as I was running to Iverson.” He paused and another set of sobs racked his body. You froze and looked down at Sonny. In that moment you knew exactly what happened.

He continued, “I held pressure to Iverson’s neck where the bullet went through. Oh God, doll. I held my partner, my best friend in my arms and watched his life slip away. I failed him, I didn’t have is back. My first thoughts were to his parents, Sabrina and the baby. Them having the Chief come to their door saying ‘We’re sorry but…’ My next thought was you.” 

He looked up at you and suddenly sat up. His lips crushed into yours and he pushed you back on the couch, covering you with his body. His hands were everywhere, like he was trying to make sure you were really there. “I need you doll. Move in with me. Marry me. I need you. I need to fall asleep with you in my arms every night and wake up looking into your warm, brown eyes every morning.” A breathless “ yes” was all you manage to say before he delivered bruising kisses. The rest of the night he lost himself in you. All the bad from the day faded away, at least for a few hours.

booyahkendell:

You know, I was really digging this episode until they brushed off Sonny’s trauma.

THAT IS SUCH BULLSHIT!! The man has seen TWO people die in front of him in the span of a year, and both incidents were brushed off like they were inconsequential to his mental health.

If SVU were a better show, this whole “traumatize Sonny” bit they keep writing into episodes might be leading to an arc about how high suicide rates are among men who work in law enforcement. About how Sonny’s been struggling with PTSD and suicidal ideation because of it.

But it won’t. 🙃 Because this show sucks. 🙃

This people!