4. Would you rather be a detective or ADA?
I’ll have to say ADA cause I like to advocate for people. Not that detectives don’t but…
19. Which job would you want to have on set?
Hmmm…wardrobe? I’d like to put the actor in clothes that reflect their character.
3. Who would you most like to meet IRL?
This was a tough one. I’ll have to go with Peter Scanavino. He just seems like a genuinely nice person, plus I mean he’s Sonny!
7. Favorite season and why?
Season 7 because Andy Karl a.k.a. Mike Dodds season. I am really liking this season though!
15. Which character dresses best?
They are doing Sonny good this season, but Barba will always win best dressed!
~ S.V.U ASKS ~
1.) Favorite character/s?
2.) Favorite ship/s?
3.) Who would you most want to meet IRL?
4.) Would you rather be a detective or an A.D.A?
5.) Who should they bring back to the show?
6.) Favorite T.V show (apart from S.V.U of course)?
7.) Who needs a better storyline?
8.) Favorite season and why?
9.) Least favorite season and why?
10.) Best season for Olivia’s hair?
11.) Who do you think you’re most like?
12.) Who should they get rid of?
13.) Least favorite character (past and present)?
14.) What do you think of the current season?
15.) Which character dresses the best?
16.) Whose backstory would you like to see more of?
17.) All time favorite episode?
18.) Which character do you find most attractive?
19.) Which job would you want to have on set (cameraperson, actor, director, e.t.c)?
20.)Does the “DUN DUN” annoy you?
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“Be careful, kitten. Might get more than you bargained for.” Peter playfully chastised as you pressed your backside into his growing erection. His arm was draped over your middle.
“I’m counting on it,” you purred.
“Mmm…that right?” His lips pressed kisses to your exposed neck as you angled so he had better access. He brushed his thumb over an erect nipple.
The breath caught in your throat. Your body was so sensitive to his touch, especially pregnant. Your hormones were in overdrive. Without warning you sat up stripped off your shirt, then divulged yourself of panties.
“Whoa,” Peter said with a smirk as you yanked his sleep shorts down, raising his hips to assist you.
A salacious grin crossed your lips as you straddled his hips. You took his hard cock in your hand and lined up with your entrance. Low moans escaped from both of you as you slid slowly down. Peter gripped your hips as you fluttered your eyes open. “Give it to me hard, Peter. I need it.”
He growled and started snapping his hips up. “So good.” Peter marveled.
“Harder. Faster.” The movement of your hips encouraging him to quicken his pace. Peter hit just the right spot over and over. He circled your clit with a thumb. “Ahhh…God.”
He sat up wrapping you in his arms. “I love…you…so fucking much.” Peter panted. He buried his face in crook of your neck.
“I love you too,” your answer was breathy. Your nails drug across his back and your legs squeezed his waist. “Oh, mmm… Peter. Faster. Please. So close.”
Peter obliged and quickened his pace. The only sounds were low moans, heavy breathing and the sound of your bodies joining. His thrusts became more stuttered.
A fire licked through your belly and spread through your body. Your toes curled as the orgasm took over your body. “Yes. Yes. God!”
Peter squeezed your hips, slammed into you once more. “Y/N! God!” He emptied himself into you. Peter collapsed back onto the bed and kissed your temple. “I love you. So much.”
A grin spread across your face as you placed tender kisses to his chest. “Love you most.”
“You’re going to kill me,” Peter said breathless. “when you’re pregnant you are even more-”
“Horny?”, you quipped as you untangled your limbs from the sheets and rolled off his chest.
Peter chuckled. “That’s the word I was looking for.”
It doesn’t take a genius to see how badly Peter needs someone right now. Alone at a bar, seven pm on a Tuesday night, well along the way from tipsy to drunk and with a haunted look in his glassy green eyes. He really shouldn’t be alone, which is why Sonny takes a seat next to him and flags the bartender for a beer and Peter’s next round.
“You should talk about it.”
Peter rolls his eyes a little over-dramatically. “No one gives a fuck. No one wants to hear my sob story.”
“I do,” Sonny says. His voice has gone thin and small. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you know that?”
“You won’t be here for long.”
On that note, Peter buries his thoughts in his fresh tumbler of scotch and avoids meeting Sonny’s watchful gaze.
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I wanted to ask for something kinda angst ridden and lovey ending- years ago I was abused by an ex and I didn’t have anyone to protect me so I was wondering if you could do a Sonny protecting the reader from an abusive ex. Please and thank you darling ❤️
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//my dear, thank you for the ask. I am so sorry that you had to go through that and you had no one to help you. hope you have been able to recover. This will be a two, possibly three part ask.//
The warm Autumn sun shined down warming your skin. You closed your eyes and leaned back in the chair with your hands resting on your small baby bump while you waited for Sonny to meet you for lunch. Life couldn’t get much better.
“Well. Well. Well.” The gravelly voice sent chills straight down your spine and your eyes flew open.”Fancy meeting you here.” Joseph, your ex, took the seat across from you. The smile on his face was unsettling.
“I have a restraining order. You need to leave. I’ll call the cops.” Try as you might, you couldn’t stop your voice from shaking. This man abused and terrorized you for years. It was only after he put you in the hospital with a concussion, broken eye socket and fractured ribs did you get the courage to leave.
The courts notified you of his release two months ago after only serving 3 years for “good behavior”. At times you blame yourself. If you had reported the previous abuse, he could have been sentenced much longer. But he had a good attorney and plead down. You were granted an order of protection, and a condition of his parole is he would not have any communication of any kind with you. Which didn’t seem to make much of a difference.
Joseph just laughed. “You really think a piece of paper is going to keep us apart? We’re soulmates, honey. I’ll be long gone by the time the cops get here.”
God. Just the sound of that nickname made your skin crawl. “If you won’t leave, I will.” You stood to leave but he grabbed your wrist. “Let go, Joseph. Now. I will scream this place down.”
“Get your hands off her.” Sonny’s usual cheery voice was low and angry.
Joseph immediately let go of your wrist. “So this is the Staten Island schmuck that you married?” His eyes flicked to your belly. “And you’re knocked up?”
“If you so much as think about Y/N again, you’ll have me and the rest of the NYPD on you so fast-”
“Sounds like a threat Detective.” Joseph leered at Sonny.
“Nah. More like a promise. When it comes to her and our child, I have no boundaries.” Sonny stepped up to Joseph toe to toe.
Joseph shoved you toward Sonny and took off. Sonny caught you before you fell.
“Are you okay?” One of Sonny’s hands went to your belly, the other on your shoulder. His face was etched with concern.
“I’m fine.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile. “Can we just go home, please?”
“Penny for your thoughts?” Sonny questioned as the two of you ate dinner.
“Guess I’m still just a little shook up from this afternoon,” you responded not meeting his eyes. You pushed the food around your plate. It was all you could do was not cry. “Excuse me.” You pushed your plate away before you left the table.
“Y/N?” Sonny’s soft voice called your name from the other side of the bathroom door. “Are you okay doll?”
“Just give me a minute,” you answered back. The cold water you splashed on your face did little to make you feel better. So many horrible memories came flooding back this afternoon after the encounter with Joseph. You dried your face then opened the door to Sonny waiting for you on the other side.
Sonny gently brushed his fingers down your cheek. “It kills me to see you like this.” Sonny knew the whole story between you and Joseph. It all came out one night when Sonny got mad about an incident between him and his Dad. He slammed his fist on the counter. When he saw your reaction to his behavior he knew. He apologized. You reassured him you weren’t afraid of him, which was the truth.
“I’m sorry. Not seeing him since the trial, then him just…being there.” You covered your mouth as a sob escaped your throat.
Sonny pulled you to his chest. “I’m going to take care of this. I promise you, he can never hurt you again.” He cupped your head in his hand, while the other caressed your back as he rocked you side to side.
Voices from the living room woke you. Sonny had laid down with you until you fell asleep. You padded quietly into the living room where Sonny was talking to Olivia, Fin and another man you didn’t know.
Sonny ran his hand through his hair, then rubbed the back of his neck. “What do ya mean ‘he’s unreachable’? You mean you have no idea where he is. He accosted my pregnant wife.”
“He’s out there then. And no one knows where he is.” All turned at the sound of your voice. “Does he know where we live? It didn’t seem like he had a problem finding me this afternoon.”
“Doll, it’s late. You should be sleeping.”
Olivia approached you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “I assure you, Y/N , we’ll find him.” The determination in her eyes was unmistakable. She turned back to Sonny. “Until then there will be a car posted outside the building. Sonny, you stay home with Y/N for a few days.”
“We’ll get him kid.” Fin nodded to you. You gave him a small smile and wrapped your arms around yourself. “We’ll show ourselves out.”
Sonny ran his hands up and down your arms. “Want some tea? Or I can make ya somethin’. You didn’t eat dinner.” Sonny ushered you to the kitchen table to sit.
“Sonny, stop fussing, please. I’m fine.”
Looking up at Sonny, you realized he wasn’t fine. He was worried. When he felt helpless, he fussed. You reached for his hand and smiled at him. “Peanut butter and jelly sounds good right now.”
“Comin’ right up. Want some of Ma’s strawberry jam? How bout a glass of almond milk?” Sonny liked to take care of people, especially you.
“Sounds perfect,” you answered. Sonny rewarded you with a dimpled grin.
Sonny placed the sandwich and milk in front of you. He watched until you started eating and relaxed a little.
“So, uh, what are they doing about Joseph? Do they have any idea where he might be?”
Sonny’s jaw clenched. He picked at the tablecloth before moving his gaze to you. “Actually. Was hopin’ you could help with that.”
“Me?” You answered back around a bite of sandwich. “I haven’t seen him in three years.”
“Yeah. I know. But you might be able to tell us his old hangouts and friends.” He placed a hand over yours. “I hate to ask you-”
“No. It’s okay. Whatever I can do to help catch him.” It was silent for a while. You felt a fraction better after finishing your sandwich and milk. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, I mean us.”
“You two are the most important people in my life. I will protect you til my last breath.” Sonny took your hand a placed a kiss to your knuckles.
He flicked the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the toe of his shoe. The light went out in the apartment he was watching. A patrol car sat on the other side of the street watching the same apartment. “Bide your time, Joseph,” he mumbled to himself before taking a swig from the paper bag covered bottle. Joseph was a patient man. If he learned anything in prison it was just how patient he could be.
GoodMorning Tuesday🌿
Peter placed the box in front of you and popped open the lid. At first, you were confused, then surprised. Your eyes shot up to his. “These are from Antonio’s. How did-when…”
Antonio’s bakery was right down the street from Peter’s old apartment. He took you there the morning after you spent the night for the first time, so it was always a special place. After you and Peter moved in together, your new place was halfway across town, but you still made a trip a couple times a month to indulge in their pastries and doughnuts.
“I made a call. I know a few people.” Peter bragged as buffed his nails on his Tshirt.
“Well thank you, babe. I’ve been craving them since we moved from Chicago.” The chocolate raspberry caught your eye. “Mmmm…” you slouched back in your chair and closed your eyes, savoring every bite. “So good. Brings back so many memories.”
Peter chose his favorite, cookies and cream. “The best memories.”
If you sent a smut request recently, I apologize I haven’tfilled it. It just takes a lot out if me. But I will get to them…promise. I have some Dodds, Stone and Carisi fluff and angst coming soon though! Thanks for the love and support! You guys rock! Love yas!
anon asked: “Tell me how it feels.” And Camaro please
so…I was going to make this sexy, but I made it angsty instead? whoops. guess @honeycarisi & I are changing places temporarily >:)
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“Tell me how it feels,” Nick murmured suddenly.
They were laying in the bed in a patch of buttery sunlight. It was early in the way that summer days dawned energetically full of bright light and neither of them had anywhere to be that Saturday. Loose plans had been outlined, but right now they were relishing an all too rare opportunity to lay in bed together.
“Hmm?” Sonny hummed. “How what feels?” He dragged his hand along Nick’s back and his leg twitched a little where it twined more firmly with Nick’s under the covers. The sheets were miraculously still cool to the touch– Sonny made a mental note to brag about the fact because Nick had found the price tag ridiculous– and he twisted his head a little on his pillow.
“To grow up in a loud house. So full of people.” Nick’s voice was subdued and trying for lightness, but Sonny sensed the undercurrent of melancholy in his tone.
“Chaotic,” Sonny answered after a beat. He kept his voice purposefully light as well. “Mercurial in the way a house full of teenagers can be. Over the top. It was easy for one person to get lost in the shuffle in any given time.” His answer was honest and he avoided fixating on the parts that would surely make Nick more melancholic.
“Did you get lost a lot?” Nick asked quietly. His voice was hushed and Sonny wished he could read Nick’s mind.
“Sometimes.”
A hum in response as Nick sank back into silence. His fingers ghosted along Sonny’s ribcage and Sonny squirmed and smiled.They continued their journey down Sonny’s side, landing on the slight curve right at his hip bone, and digging in firmly.
“I wish I knew what it was like,” Nick admitted wistfully against Sonny’s skin.
He had turned his face into Sonny’s chest was firmly and shifted to avoid having the sun directly in his eyes. Even behind his eyelids the room was bright and he pretended that the light was coming from Sonny instead of outside their window. The world began and ended in their own microcosm.
“You will,” Sonny reassured him quietly. “We’ll have a house full of mini Nicks and they’ll all be as beautiful and smart as their dad.”
“As both of their fathers,” Nick corrected finally raising his face to look Sonny squarely in the eye.
“Exactly.” Sonny ran his thumb along Nick’s bottom lip as the rest of his fingers rested on Nick’s neck.
“And no one will be lost,” Nick promised firmly. Sonny nodded once with a brief smile before he leaned in to kiss Nick. Nick felt as if golden light was pouring directly into his mouth and he smiled and deepened the kiss.
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