Author: shanonrutherford6973
Just a small town girl who loves L&O: SVU and fic writing
Miguel’s vest in this episode. Reblog if you agree.
can you write something with mike and the reader being drunk and giggly and fooling around a little?
Looking up from your spot on the couch, Mike was holding up a bottle of wine. He gave you a wry smile. “Go ahead. Ask me. Ask me if I passed the NYPD lieutenant exam.“
“I knew it! I told you!” You popped up from the couch, stepped on the coffee table and into his arms. “You are amazing, Michael! I am so proud of you!“
He sat you on your feet but not before you pressed a kiss to his perfect lips. “What do you say we crack this baby open and celebrate.”
“Absolutely. I’ll get a couple glasses.” Mike followed you into the kitchen. “You just missed your Dad and Anne. They picked the kids up for a sleepover.”
“So, we have the whole place to ourselves?” Mike took the wine glasses from you and grinned. “Oh, the possibilities.”
“Yeah. Like eating dinner before it gets cold, peeing by myself, not having a foot in my face or being pushed off the bed, and sleeping in,” you said dreamily.
Mike laughed. “Great minds think alike.” You sat the wine glasses down on the counter. Mike popped the cork on the wine and poured a glass for each of you.
Halfway through the second bottle of wine, you were feeling pretty neat. Half empty takeout boxes were scattered around the table.
Mike had a half drunk smile on his face. “You’s so pretty, Y/N. How’d I land you?”
You giggled. “If I ‘member ya knocked me up.”
Michael laughed. “Oh yeah. I like you knocked up.” He waggled his eyebrows. “God, you are so-”
“Sexy,” you said completing his sentence. You dove at Mike, forcing him to the couch. Your lips crashed into his.
Mike picked you up to lay you back on the but lost his footing. The two of you tumbled to the floor, with you landing on him. Mike started laughing. “Are you okay babydoll?”
“I-I’m good,” you replied while still giggling. “I can’t believe you freaking dropped me!” Rolling off his chest to the floor your grabbed your stomach and continued laughing.
“I haven’t laughed like this in a long time. Not since my dad caught us in the car. Member that?” Mike’s eyes sparkled.
“How can I forget that? It was horrifying! I couldn’t look your dad in the eye for months.” You pushed yourself up on your elbow to look at Mike. “What about the time you were on the news in your boxer briefs.”
“Oh God they still rag me at the station for that,” Mike reminded you. “I mean it Y/N. You are so beautiful. I love you. His hand ran along your jaw to your neck. “Let’s get off the floor and into the bedroom.”
“Hmmm…just don’t carry me,” you said teasingly.
what about a fic where peter can’t get hard or loses his erection while he’s with the reader and gets embarrassed
“Peter. It’s okay. Really. It happens.” Pressing a kiss to his forehead you reassured him. You knew this would bother him for a while.
He scoffed. “I just can’t believe… I wanted you so bad. Especially walking in from work seeing you looking so good.” The tips of his ears were red with embarrassment. His arms framed your body as you leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Pete, things have been a tad stressful lately. Losing your Dad, moving, a new job with let’s face it a less than mediocre welcome, taking care of your sister, me, the kids.” Gently you trailed a finger down his cheek.
“Still…I’ve thought about it all day. Feeling your soft skin, having your legs wrapped around me.” Peter’s voice became husky.
“Well, there are other things we can do Mr. Stone.” Slinging your arms around his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. “We can make out like when we started dating.”
“Making out?” He chuckled, his hands going to your hips. “Where do you suggest we have this make-out session, Mrs. Stone?”
Coffee’s For Closers: 9
Sonny drove you to LaGuardia CC and walked with you to your office, patiently waiting for you to let him in so that he could follow chain of custody when taking in evidence. He called Lt. Benson and enlightened her to the new information, then promptly drove you down to the station. Because the information was on a device not found in the apartment, you were required to offer it up as evidence. You did as such, and waited while TARU and the SVU team reviewed the footage that was apparently hidden deep within your tablet.
“So, tell me again why this is on your tablet?” Detective Rollins asked, arching a curious brow in your direction. She wouldn’t explain what it was that they’d found, just that it was lewd.
You stared at her from across the desk incredulously. Was she really implying you may have had something to do with it? “As I’ve told Detectives Carisi and Tutuola, my roommate – Emma – wanted to borrow my tablet. She told me that her laptop was damaged and I didn’t really ask a lot of questions because I didn’t care. She had it for about three months before I took it back, because I needed it for presentations.”
“And you never thought to ask her why she needed it?”
“No. Like I just told you, I didn’t care. She’s my roommate. If she needs something, I let her borrow it. That’s just the kind of give and take we had. She didn’t ask questions when I asked to borrow her Valentino pumps,” you said with a dismissive shrug.
“Y/N, can I speak to you?” Lt. Benson interrupted, giving you a much needed departure from Rollins. Benson waved you into her office and you obliged, shutting the door behind you and taking a seat at her desk. “So I’m going to ask you some questions and they might seem a little obscure, but they’re important to learning more about Emma’s attack.”
You nodded and chewed on your thumbnail idly.
“Did Emma invite people over often?”
You shook your head no. “I’d never seen her have a guest over.”
“How long did she have your tablet?”
“About two months, over the summer. But then I needed it back, and she wasn’t home. So I took it back. She ended up getting the computer that you guys took from the apartment so she probably didn’t miss it,” you explained and continued the destruction of your nails.
“I’m going to show you some screen caps of the videos we found on your tablet. Tell me if you recognize any of the men I show you, okay?” She pulled out her own tablet and began slowly shuffling through the photos. Unfortunately, a majority of the men had on masks of some sort.
“That’s Kenny,” you said after seeing an image of Emma’s ex-boyfriend. He was wearing a half mask, but you knew his face.
Benson continued on, showing you a total of ten pictures. “No one else?”
“No, I’m sorry.”
“Okay, I want to do something a little more unorthodox. I want you to listen to the voices on the recordings from the videos, and tell me if you recognize the voices at all.” She took the tablet back and faced it towards her, exiting the gallery to pull up the footage you’d handed over. You listened for a few minutes and tried to focus on the voices and not the words being said, the noises in the background, but it was distracting.
“Let loose.” The voice was familiar but not in an intimate way for you. It wasn’t too familiar. You knew it, but from where?
Benson paused the video and looked at you with concern. “What is it?”
“I know that one. I.. I can’t place him but I know that voice.” You scowled at your own lack of remembrance. “I’m sorry.”
Benson turned the tablet around and showed you the clip. Thick built, brown hair, and that familiar voice. “Do you recognize him now?”
You shook your head. “If I did, would it really help? That’s just one of ten.”
“This is the last video recorded on your tablet. It’s also the most violent,” Benson explained with a small frown tugging at her lips. “It goes on. It ends with Emma crying and begging him to stop. The established safe word was called out at least half a dozen times before he finally stopped. He berated her and left her tied to the bed. We don’t know how long she was there. The video dies, but we don’t think that he knew she was taping the session.”
“Let me think about it, Lieutenant. If that’s okay?”
She nodded and turned the device off. “Call me if you think of anything, alright?”
“Thank you, I will.”
Sonny poked his head in and looked to his superior with optimism. “Anything?”
“Maybe,” she answered and stood up, prompting you to do the same. You walked over to Sonny and slipped past him, heading through the squad room intent on going home.
Sonny met you outside on the sidewalk and reached for your hand, which you accepted and let him pull you closer. “You okay?” he asked, walking with you towards the car.
“Yeah, I guess. I’m just confused,” you admitted with a shrug. “I didn’t know she was into all of that. I’d never seen any of those guys in the apartment except for Kenny, but they were dating; that was normal. I just don’t know how she did it for so long and I never knew. She must have done it when I was on campus studying, or working. It’s just a lot to process.”
“It is,” he agreed and squeezed your hand. “When we get back home, I’ll make sure you feel better.”
That night, you fell asleep in the bathtub, soaking in bubbles that covered your head. Sonny woke you up sometime past midnight and helped you into a robe before carrying you to bed and tucking you in. He kissed your forehead and asked if it was okay for him to lie down beside you. You reached for him in your state of delirium and pulled him down onto the bed near you.
“Mine,” you murmured and closed your eyes.
“Yours,” he replied, and pulled you against his chest as you slept.
Headaches weren’t uncommon for you – stress of school, work, trying to have a social life – but this one was different. It was less stress and more frustration at the fact that you knew the voice you’d heard, but you couldn’t place it. You’d been thinking about it for several days and had yet to come up with a conclusive answer. It crossed your mind at work, at school, at home, in your sleep – everywhere.
“Y/N, can I see you in the office?” Adam, your supervisor at the cafe was calling out to you.
You nodded and walked to the back of the store and into his office – which was really a small part of the store room that wasn’t used for supplies. “What’s up?” you asked as you sat down on a large box of napkins.
“Our new employee, Austin, has filed a complaint against you,” he stated flatly.
“He what?”
“He said your boyfriend threatened him and that you did, too.”
“Indeed.”
“What? It happened?” he gasped, eyes widening in shock.
“It did. I’m not sorry. Austin’s a creep.”
“You’ve always handled inappropriate comments from customers well.”
“This isn’t the same. Customers don’t touch me. Customers leave. I don’t see them for 5 to 8 hours a day.”
He shook his head and sighed. “Tell me what happened?”
You groaned and rubbed your temples. “Austin was hitting on me, telling me he wanted to take me out and show me a good time.” You stopped and stood up, taking your phone out and walking out of the office.
“Y/N? Can you please come back in here? NOW?” Adam yelled beyond the door you’d just closed.
“Lt. Benson, I know the voice. It’s my co-worker. Austin,” you whispered on the phone.
“Are you at work? Is he there with you?” Benson asked quickly.
“I’m at work. He’s here. He’s here until 3.”
“Don’t say anything, Y/N. I’ll have someone there in ten minutes.”
From behind you, Adam approached and took your phone, hanging up on Benson. “You can’t just walk out of a meeting, especially a disciplinary action meeting, Y/N.”
“You’re right. It was an emergency. I’m sorry,” you lied, and walked back into his office to wait. The next ten minutes would be agony.
Find My Way Home
Surprise! But just because Mike’s alive doesn’t mean he’s coming home…
As always, many thanks to @carisiismyhomeboy for her help.
Mike opened his eyes, feeling a bit groggy. But then, a bullet to the gut and generous amounts of anesthesia was enough to knock anyone on their ass. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he knew it was a damn miracle he was still alive.
“Glad to see you’re still with us”
“I want to make you fall apart.” Starisi 😇
Its hot and humid, Sonny can feel the sweat beading on the back of his neck, the stale smell of too many bodies packed into too tight of space on a night that’s just a little too hot. The bass of the music reverberates in the room, deafening, Sonny can feel it in his stomach, in his toes, every inch of him.
He’s so close to crossing a line, one he can’t come back from, and honestly he’s not sure if maybe he missed the sign, that he’s passed that line already, but Peter Stone is pressed against his back, hard and solid, and his heavy hands are resting on Sonny’s hips, pulling him closer, even as the crowd around them forces out any space between.
They’re coworkers, colleagues, barely friends, and up until tonight, up until that feral grin of recognition across a crowded club, Sonny never considered the possibility of something more. Now the thought consumes him, licking white hot at his skin, every neuron lit with possibility. Sonny tips his head back, resting on Peter’s shoulder, and he can feel Peter’s breath against his neck, hot and sticky, the jarring graze of teeth against his skin, illusory but potential.
Over the heavy thrum of the music, the crowd, Sonny doesn’t think he’d be able to make out a single word, but Peter’s hands tighten on his hips, bruising but addictive, and Sonny grinds his ass back against Peter, the feel of Peter’s length against him, hard, promising, an offer. Sonny’s sure Peter can’t hear the soft moan that escapes his lips, not over the noise, but Peter leans in again, lips brushing against Sonny’s ear. “I want to make you fall apart,” he whispers, and Sonny can feel himself already coming undone.
🔥🔥🔥
“i’m sick of being ‘the other girl/guy.’” – dorisi
Sonny sits at the kitchen table, gaze drifting between the beads of condensation rolling down the sides of his glass, and the last golden rays streaming through the window, long shadows cast on the pavement several stories below.
He’s listening, silently, for the rattle of keys, the scrape of metal on metal, the click of the lock. It should be any minute now, and he’s torn, torn between what he knows he has to say and what he wants to do. He has a letter tucked into his pocket, and he knows the words should come from him, that he should say the things he wants to say aloud, that he owes that much to Mike.
But Sonny’s not sure he can do it. He’s not sure that when Mike pushes through the door into the apartment that his resolve won’t crumble, that he’ll take one look at Mike’s face, the soft smile. The way that Mike looks at him just somehow seeps into his soul, warms him up from the inside out. And that’s why it’s so hard to do this, because face to face he knows he’ll see the stinging hurt, the pain in Mike’s eyes, and Sonny doesn’t want to do that to him.
But he can’t keep doing this.
Sonny’s still staring out the window when he hears the lock, and his hand tightens around the half drunk, warming pint of beer he’d poured earlier for courage, or solace. He can’t bring himself to look over.
“Hey,” Mike murmurs as he walks over, “you okay?”
Sonny can’t meet his eyes, “you got a package, from Alice.” Sonny nods towards the kitchen counter, and he didn’t open it, didn’t look inside, but they both know what it is, both know that Alice sends one every month, a collection of Mike’s favorite things, candies and chips, a new video game, a new tie, whatever little things she’d seen and thought of him.
“Sonny,” Mike says again, and Sonny can hear it, the regret, the concern in Mike’s voice. Sonny knows that Mike realizes exactly how much it hurts him, to know that Alice is still there, still important, that they’re still engaged.
Sonny lifts his glass and downs the rest of it, cringing at the acrid taste of warm beer, and he sets it down before standing up. And he reaches into his pocket, pulls out the letter, and his key, and he sets them on the table before glancing up to look at Mike one last time. “I’m sick and tired of being ‘the other guy.’” Sonny just shrugs his shoulders. “Goodbye, Mike.”
And Sonny ducks his head, has to look away because just that brief moment, the flash of pain on Mike’s face has his stomach churning with doubt. But he knows he can’t stay, knows this has to be the way it goes. So he leaves, and doesn’t look back.
😭😭😭
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