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Omg yes girl plz write that! It’d be so cute and he’d eat that up!

carisi-dreams:

based on this video 🙂 did the reverse because I like to gush over sonny & he deserves it tbqh

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You blinked slowly up at the man sitting in a chair next to you. He had a handsome face, piercing blue eyes and a soft and open expression on his face. You felt yourself blush, but the shyness was muffled as if it was coming from a long ways away. He was easily the most attractive man you’d ever seen and you had no idea who he was, but you couldn’t resist speaking to him.

“Who’re you?” you asked and the words felt cottony on your tongue, thick and softer than usual in your mouth. The man smiled and reached out a hand for you.

“I’m Sonny,” he replied gently and you frowned. There was something tugging at the back of your mind that said you should know who this was, but it couldn’t penetrate the fleecy veil of confusion surrounding your brain.

“Sonny…? You…like the sun? Are you my nurse?” you asked slowly and Sonny laughed and ducked his head, shaking it in obvious amusement.

“You could say that. I’ll be the person taking care of you when we get home today,” he replied in an amused tone and distantly you registered pain somewhere in your body as the anesthesia wore off slowly.

“…home?” you repeated in a confused tone, words still soft in your mouth. Sonny’s fingers fidgeted where he was holding your hand and you peered down to look at his hand. Long fingers, firm grip and a shiny band on his ring finger. “Are you married?” you asked, feeling as if you should pull away even though his hand felt so good around yours. Sonny laughed again and tapped his wedding band with his other hand.

“I am,” he answered with the same smile from before. “To you,” he added as he gently tugged your other hand into your lap and fingered your left ring finger where two rings rested. Your eyes widened and you looked between the rings on your finger to his to his face. Sonny still looked amused, but there was something nervous at the edges of it.

“I’m married to you?” you breathed slowly, still incredulous and Sonny nodded. His smile was slowly fading and you squeezed his hand.

“This is the best day of my life,” you said sincerely, looking deeply into his eyes and tracing over his face. “You’re…oh my God, you’re my husband. I hit the jackpot. This is better than the lottery,” you muttered mostly to yourself, still drinking him in. You noticed the bit of grey hair at his temples and the strong line of his shoulders under his black henley and sighed to yourself. “You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life,” you added, feeling emboldened by this reveal. Sonny’s smile was back in full force and he pinked slightly.

“Yeah? Not having any buyer’s remorse?” he joked and you narrowed your eyes against the uncertainty you heard in his voice underlying that question.

“Can I marry you again? Today? I’d marry you every day if I could, oh my gosh. How long have we been married?” you asked, words running together slightly as you rushed to get them out of your mouth.

“Just over a year,” Sonny replied as he shifted in his seat. You both looked up when the door opened and a nurse came in the room holding a cup of water in one hand. Looking back over at Sonny your jaw dropped a little at how incredible his profile looked.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed again to yourself. “Better than Disney. I—,” you paused and turned to the nurse who had reached your side by now. “Did you know that I’m married?” you asked her and she nodded and smiled gently, handing the cup of water to Sonny. He disentangled his fingers from you in order to hold the cup with one hand and keep the straw steady with the other. You took a sip before turning back to her. “Like…I’m married to him. To him! Can you believe it? Look at him!” you continued enthusiastically.

“Come on sweetheart, drink some more water for me,” Sonny urged gently and you complied, mouth missing the straw the first time before you latched on. You took a few sips before you just sat with the straw in your mouth staring up in Sonny’s face. “Are you even still drinking?” he asked when he finally clued in and you gave him a sheepish smile and shook your head as you pulled back.

“Can’t believe we’re married,” you mumbled again and he glanced up at the nurse with a raised eyebrow.

“It will wear off in the next hour or so,” she was saying over your head, but you weren’t paying her any attention. Reaching out a hand for Sonny’s face he looked back at you and caught it, cupping it in both of his hands and pressing a small kiss to your knuckles.

“You’re like a model…wanna touch you. Can we go home now?”

This is so cute!

What do you think angry sex with Barba/reader and Sonny/reader is like (like separately not a threesome situation)??? Im dying i need some angsty sex with each of them

amirightcounsellor:

Sonny

  • Sonny rarely gets mad at you. Frustrated? yes, Upset? Yes. But never angry. Until one day you charged into a robbery scene where the owner was being held at gunpoint without your vest on. 
  • The gun went off as you disarmed him, lodging a bullet into the ceiling but Sonny’s heart stopped when he heard the gunshot. Because you weren’t. wearing. your. vest.
  • After charging in and realizing you were okay, Sonny immediately drags you out of the store and into a nearby restaurant, shoving you against the sink and locking the door behind him. Backup was on the scene, someone else could deal with the perp.
  • “What were you thinking? You could have died!” 
  • Sonny wastes no time tearing your pants off, and pulls his down just far enough to get the job done. He makes you suck his fingers before plunging them inside you, curling them against your walls. “You don’t ever pull something like that again. I’m not losing you.” Removing his fingers, he thrusts into you in one smooth motion, and you wrap your legs around him as he pounds into you, hard and fast.
  • His kisses are not sweet, or loving. He’s gripping the roots of your hair, pulling your head back as he bites at your neck, lips moving to kiss you roughly.
  • “Fuck, I’m so close.” He groans. “If you want to cum too you better do it now because after this you’re not allowed to cum for a week.” 

Rafael

  • Like Sonny, Rafael doesn’t have the heart to be truly mad at you most of the time you disagree or do something to annoy one another. Any anger he feels stems from insecurity, and usually he’s very self-aware, able to rationalize to himself why he really doesn’t need to be angry. 
  • But there’s no rationalizing to be done when he sees you standing closely, far too closely, next to a Queens ADA who was consulted on a Manhattan narcotic case.
  • His hand on the small of your back, he’s looking down at you as you brush your hair behind your shoulder, flashing him a sweet smile. 
  • Rafael accepts the coffee you brought him coldly, speaking in short sentences and yes and no answers until you take the hint and leave him alone.
  • That night, Rafael climbs into bed with you already in your loose shorts and oversized t shirt, pressing his erection against you. 
  • Upon hearing you moan in response, he lets out a low groan, shoving your shorts the side so he can rub the tip of his dangerously hard cock against your clit. After a few moments of teasing, he pulls away, tearing your clothes from your body leaving you naked underneath him
  • His arms are shaking as he holds himself up, fucking you shallowly. He’s bitter and he won’t give you want you watch, which is him filling you up completely. Eventually, as he’s about to finish, he flips the two of you over so that you’re on top.
  • His fingers are digging into your hips so tightly there’ll no doubt be tiny purple bruises there tomorrow. He lifts you off of him only to slam you back down, splitting you open, watching as your head falls back, breathy moans turning into loud curses and screams of his name. Rafael slaps your ass hard enough that he can feel the heat rising off the angry red handprint. 
  • “Whose name are you screaming, hm carniño?”

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“You have no idea how I feel, all you do is work, shut the hell up” with any of the svu boys (Nick, Mike, Sonny, Peter or Rafael) thank you for sharing your writings! 🐱

//OK peeps. All kinds of emotion in this one. Thanks for the submission!//

One month with a new squad and he had been late every day. Not sure why you were surprised, should be used to it by now. Between the military assignments, and climbing the law enforcement career ladder, you’d had moved 6 times in 10 years. It wasn’t so bad when it was just you and Mike. Now, with a two year old and six months pregnant with your second, things were different. You wanted a more stable environment for your family. You grew up in a military family, It was so hard forming relationships, you didn’t want that for your kids.

Taking a deep sigh, you cleared the table, and put away the leftovers. Isaac was watching TV, while you cleaned up. “C’mon, buddy. Bath time.” 

“I want Daddy give me baf, pwheeze”, his simple little plea making you sad.

 “I know, but Daddy has to work hard to catch the bad guys. So0 you’re stuck with ole’ Mom.” You tickled him and he giggled.

One bubble bath, three stories, a drink of water and multiple hugs and kisses, your sweet boy was finally tucked into bed.

Making your way to the kitchen, you put the tea kettle on and grabbed a mug from the cabinet. While waiting for the water to heat, you changed into PJ’s. The kettle was whistling when you came back. Hoping the herbal tea would help you relax, you decided to go into office and unpack some more boxes.

Some time later you heard Mike come in the door, the clock on the desk read 9pm. The floorboards creaked as Mike walked down the hall. Sighing, you stood, and ambled into the bedroom. He had his back to the door and was changing from his suit into a pair of sweats, you leaned against the door taking in the sight of him.

 “Isaac missed you this evening. he wanted you to give him a bath”

 He turned, “yeah. Wish I could have been here”, sighing.

 “Why couldn’t you?”,you retorted.

 “Please do not start, Y/N. Not tonight”, he huffed. 

“Whatever”, turning quickly you went to the kitchen and placed your mug in the dishwasher. Mike’s foot steps were right behind you. 

“What’s your problem, Y/N?” You spun around to face him. These are the times you wish you were taller, your 5′2″ to his 6’2″ was frustrating at times. 

Looking up at him, you crossed your arms over your chest. “I’ll tell you what my “problem” is. You are never are home on time, ever. You said it would be different this time. But guess what? It’s the same crap, just a different city”, you spat out. 

“You know I’m new here. You know I have to put my time in. I can’t just clock out at 5pm like a regular job. You need to get that into your head. There are people that need me more than you do. I get pressure from my dad, work, my brother, I sure as hell don’t need it from you!”, he pointed a finger in your direction, his voice rising with the last sentence. 

“Shut the hell up, Mike”, the calmness of your voice worrying you. “You have no idea how I feel, you work all the time”, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “You’re right, there are people that need you more than me. And the one that should be most important is down the hall sleeping, the other is right here”, you place a hand on your belly. “Isaac misses his Daddy. I miss my husband. I feel like a single parent most of the time. It’s not fair to any of us.” The tears were flowing freely now. Taking a shaky breath you attempted to calm down.

Mike’s face softened with your confession. Mike made a move to reach out to touch you but you flinched away, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” He dropped his hand and looked down at his feet. Mike opened his mouth to say something, but you push by him. “ I need some fresh air.”

The crisp fall air helped calm you a bit. The porch swing rocked slowly back and forth. Your mind went back to before you met Mike. Things were simple, but you were lonely. You family lived half way across the country, you had a few friends but no one close. The day you met Mike you literally fell for him. Well, more like tripped over a branch while jogging. He was passing you at the exact time you were falling and somehow caught you. You smiled at the memory. From that point, the only thing that kept you apart was his deployments. 

The air became cooler and you were thinking about going in to talk things through with Mike. You were calmed, regretting some of the things you said. Mike was a wonderful husband and father. He made you feel safe,you trusted him fully and you loved that man more than life. He had so much stress. His father drove him to be the best, his brother was usually in trouble for illegal activity, his mom absent and you couldn’t imagine the things he saw with his job.

A blanket was wrapped around your shoulders. Mike came around and joined you on the porch swing. Mike looked into your eyes. You could see he had been crying too. He timidly reached for your hand. You placed your hand in his and scooted closer to him. Laying your head on his shoulder you softly apologized. “I’m sorry Mike.” He raised your joined hands and kissed yours.

 “I am too, love.” You peeked up at him. He hadn’t used your pet name for awhile.

You sat silently for awhile, the only sound was the occasional creaking as the swing rocked back and forth.

Mike was the first to break the silence. He untwined your fingers and put his arm around your shoulders under the blanket. Slowly running his thumb over your skin.

 “ I was watching Issac sleep before I came out. He looked so peaceful and innocent. It made my heart hurt with how much I love him. You, Issac and this little one”, splaying his large hand over your stomach. “are the most important people in my life. I’m sorry if i have ever made you feel otherwise. There are days at work when I think I just can’t go on, I can’t do it. You know what keeps me going? Knowing I get to come home to you guys.” His eyes were glassy and voice brittle. 

You took a deep breath taking in every detail of your gorgeous husbands face. “Do you remember the day we met?” 

He chuckled, “how can I forget? You fell right onto my arms, then my heart.”

 You grinned. “I knew that day I never wanted to be in anyone else’s arms. I have never felt more safe in my life. I never want to lose that.”

Mike kissed your hair. “Ready to go in?” 

You shook your head. “Just a few more minutes.”

19: “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” For Stone – because I’m in love with him and last night was traumatizing 😭😭

// I MAY have gotten a bit carried away with this one. Seems to be my MO though. Thanks for the prompt @musicalmedic //

Stopping the treadmill, you answered your ringing phone, hoping to answer before it woke your sleeping toddler. “Hello?”, you said breathing hard. “Are you okay? Is Ben okay? Is the security detail still there?”, Peter demanded, sounding panicked. “Yeah. Yeah. We’re fine babe. Ben is napping in our bed. Security’s  still here. What’s wrong?” Hearing him take a shaky breath, “they got her. They got Pam” he said in a small voice. 

“Oh my God.” Running to the bedroom you changed clothes quickly, staying on the phone with Peter. “Peter? Where are you?” “At the precinct.” “Okay, I’m on my way.” “NO! NO!”, Peter raised his voice,”Stay there.We don’t know where they are. I can’t lose you too, darling.” “Oh Peter, I love you.” “I love you, too” his voice leveling. In the background you heard someone ask Peter a question. “Just a second”, he said to you. “Yes I’ll be there in a second”, he said to the person. “I need to go. They have one of the men here that was involved in the trafficking ring.” “Yeah, okay. Keep me posted.” “I will. Remember stay there. More security should be there soon, if they haven’t arrived already. I love you, never forget that. Tell Ben too and hug him for me” “Okay. I understand. I will. I love you too” and he was gone.

The next couple of hours were torture. You prayed that Pam would be okay. She was finally starting to remember Peter, you and little Ben. Pam was the only family Peter had other than you and Ben. It had taken a larger toll on Peter when his Dad died than he wanted to admit. If something happened to Pam, Peter would never forgive himself. The thought of Peter there with no one that really cared for him bothered you. The “ hell squad” as Peter called them hadn’t exactly been welcoming when he transferred in,

The minutes seemed like hours. Trying to keep things normal as possible for Ben was starting to become a challenge. He didn’t understand why there were cops inside and outside the house, why he couldn’t go outside and play.

Peter told you about the threat two days ago. Even if he would have dropped the case, the threat remained. Although it was directed at Pam, eye for an eye, type deal, it didn’t mean they wouldn’t find you. It always amazed you how criminals found out names, addresses, phone numbers of the people they wanted to hurt. And the lengths they would go to to seek revenge.

“When will Daddy be home?”, Ben asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m not sure buddy. Soon I hope” you answered and you tousled brown curls. “Good cause I want him to see my drawing. I drew one for Aunt Pam too”  You heart clenched in your chest. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we take a picture you holding it and send it to Daddy?” He nodded his head excitedly. You snapped the picture. “I’m gonna hang it in Daddy’s office” and off he ran on a new mission.

You were just getting ready to hit send when Peter’s number popped up on your phone. “Peter. What’s going on? How is Pam?” He didn’t respond, “Peter? Please, say something.” His voice was shaky, “She’s gone. She’s gone. They shot her. The bastards killed her.”  You hand flew to your mouth. “Jesus. Oh, Peter. I am so sorry.” He was silent for a few seconds. “The ones involved were killed too.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.”Babe, where are you? I’ll come get you.” “It’s okay. An officer is bringing me home. I’m on my way now. We need to be careful for a little while longer.” “Yeah okay”, you responded quietly. “I’ll see you soon darling.”

Ben was watching out the front window for Peter to arrive. “He’s here. He’s here!”  He jumped into Peter’s arms when he walked through the door. Peter scooped him up into his arms, squeezed him and kissed his cheek. Ben giggled, “Daddy! Your hug is too big.” Peter smiled and you walked up to your guys and wrapped your arms around both of them. Ben started wiggling, so Peter placed him on the floor and he ran off to his room. 

“Hey you”, saying softly as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He put is arms around your shoulders and nestled his face in your hair, taking in a deep breath. He exhaled and lifted his head. “You look beat. Go lay down and try to rest. I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.” Nodding he headed to his office. 

Two hours later, dinner was ready. You went to check on Peter. He was sleeping so peacefully you couldn’t bear to wake him. Ben and you ate dinner. After giving Ben a bath, you tucked him into bed. “Night buddy. Love you.” “Wuv you too Mama.” 

Peter was sitting on the couch in his office, a bottle of scotch on the table in front of him. He was holding an empty tumbler in one hand, his head in the other. You leaned against the door way, watching him, trying to find the right words to say to him. He must have sensed your presence, he lifted his head. His eyes were red rimmed, his face a tangle of emotion.

“I let her down. I failed her. When my dad died, she became my responsibility” his voice cracking. You rushed over to him and took his large hand into yours. “Listen to me. What happened was not your fault. You were a great brother to Pam.” “The last thing Pam said was ‘Peter’.”His tears spilled out of his eyes and down his cheeks. Taking his face in your hands you wiped the tears away. Pulling him to you he sobbed in your shoulder,clutching your shirt like his life depended on it. 

“Shh, shhh. I’m gonna take care of you, okay. I got you”, you whispered in is ear. After a few minutes he relaxed and released you, “What would I do without you darling?” Smiling at him, “that is something you never need to worry about.” Pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, you felt him relax a little more. “Hey. Let’s get you something to eat, then in shower.” “Together?” “That sounds good to me”, giving him a smirk and waggling your brows. He let out a small chuckle. “Thank you, darling.” “It’s my pleasure. You’ve always taken such good care of me and Ben. I’m happy to be able to do the same for you. C’mon, let’s go get that shower.” You gently pulled him up from the couch. You can’t make what happened go away, but maybe you can help him forget for a couple hours.

Credit to @childofbarisi and @giraffe-puppy as Ben, Peter’s son, is their OC!