//I really hope that you like this and that this is what you pictured! I wasn’t really in the mood to write smut, but I still have a some Barson smut requested in my Inbox!//
You wake up slowly, feeling his body warmth and his delicious weight pressing your back into the mattress. You keep your eyes closed as you smile, feeling his stubble rub slightly against your tender skin. You stretch your spine, wrapping your arms around him, “Good morning Rafa,” You hum.
“Good morning mi heromosa,” He responds, continuing his journey up your neck.
You grown slightly, “What time is it?”
“Eight. I figured that I wouldn’t wake you up too early,” He mumbles against your skin.
You shiver as you feel his warm breath on your skin. You bite your lower lip before you cup his face, pulling his lips to yours. You keep your mouth open tasting his coffee flavored tongue as he kisses you deeper.
You hook one of your legs around his hip as you feel the pull of sleep leave your body. You slowly pull away, smiling as you touch your forehead to his, “Why are you up so early?”
“Work,” He answered as he grazed his knuckles against your cheek, “I figured this would be a pleasant way to wake you up.”
“Mm, well you are right about that. What do you want to do for breakfast?”
“I was actually about to go for a jog. Do you want to come?” He leaned back, smiling at you with soft loving eyes.
You push yourself up, resting on your elbows with a cocked eyebrow, “I don’t do runs. I don’t do sports. The only heart racing thing that I like to do sex,” You smirk as you see lust pass through his eyes.
You peck his cheek before rolling your bodies. You kissed him softly, “Have fun jogging!” You adjust your weight to get off the bed, but feel his hands on your hips, pulling you close.
“How about I help make your heart race?” He smirks before pulling you into another kiss.
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Could you do a couple of the text messages for Mike? ❤️ love your account!
I’ve posted some 🙂 If there is anything in particular you’d like to see, let me know!
Wait in your recent drabble thing with the reader telling Mike she’s pregnant. Is that apart of the storyline or is it separate?
It is seperate.
Sonny Masterlist
Sonny Carisi x reader
Sonny storyline
Engagement (Sonny, Nick and Peter)
It’s Summertime
Giggles-sent during 4th of July
Wake up cause I can’t do this without you
Sonny abandoned storyline
Sonny one shots
It’s your fault we’re in trouble
One more night based off the Maroon 5 song
Undercover Series
idk i kinda need a fic where the reader is pregnant but mike’s not sure he wants to be a dad so they get into a fight
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t look any different. ‘What did you think you’d grow a tail or something’ you thought to yourself. Mike would be furious. You didn’t know if he even wanted kids. After only dating for a few months, there was still a lot you didn’t know about one another.
Steeling yourself, you went out to the kitchen to finish dinner. Mike was stopping after work and was going to stay the weekend at your place.
Mike’s bag thudded to the floor as he entered your apartment. “Hey babe”, you called your greeting from the kitchen.
“Hey”, he responded back. His voice was flat and he looked exhausted.
“Bad day?” You guessed and crossed your arms over your chest.
“You could say that. Perp got off on a technicality. Our lab messed up.” Mike went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He hopped up on the counter. “Smells good.”
“Homemade chicken and noodle”, you informed him and turned back to the stock pot.
“Are you okay? You seem off.” Of course he noticed you weren’t acting yourself.
Sitting the ladle in the stove top, you turned to face Mike. “I need to tell you something.” He raised a questioning brow and took a sip from his beer. “I’m pregnant” you spit out.
Mike paused, bottle to lips. He slowly lowered the bottle and placed it on the counter before he hopped down. “You’re what? You’re pregnant? How, when, pregnant?!”
“I just found out this afternoon”, you said in a small voice. You could feel tears stinging the back of your eyes.
“How could you let this happen? You said you were on birth control. Was that a lie? Did you stop taking it?” Mike leaned over the counter, not looking at you.
“You think I did this on purpose? I sure as hell didn’t get pregnant by myself.” You raised your voice. You felt angry, hurt. He was putting all the blame on you, and accusing you of getting pregnant on purpose.
“I’m not ready to be a father. We’ve been together what six months? We hardly know one another” Mike yelled back.
“Well it’s a bit late for that. Not really much of choice at this point” you shot back at him.
Mike glared at you, “is it even mine?”
Your face fell and tears fell from your eyes where they had been welling. “Get out, Michael.”
Mike’s face softened a bit, “I’m sorry. I…that wasn’t right-”
“I said to leave.” You turned to walk away but paused and turned back to Micheal. “This wasn’t really in my plans either MIchael. I’m keeping the baby. You can be involved as much or as little as you choose.”
Mike’s head lifted to look at you, “I- I’m sorry-”
“Leave your key on the counter when you before you go.” This time when you turned to walk away, you didn’t look back.
Can I get a little Mike x Reader where they are cooing over their newborn and playfully fighting over who their baby looks like?
“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” Mike was gazing at Isaac, your newborn baby boy, while you were nursing. “I can’t believe he’s even real.” Mike gently smoothed the downy hair atop Isaacs head.
“I know. Thank goodness he has my nose though.“ Mike rolled his eyes. “C’mon Mike. You know it’s the truth. Look at his little button nose. Plus he has my eyes.”
Mike scoffed, “Hardly. His eyes are brown sure but they’re shaped like mine. And that is a Dodds nose, 100%.”
“One thing he did get from you”, you put Isaac on your shoulder to burp him, “and that’s his feet and hands.” You gently patted his back as you rocked.
Mike moved the small blanket to peek at Isaac’s feet. “They look normal to me.”
“Michael. He is 90th percentile for height, weight and head circumference. Nothing is normal sized on this child”, you quiped. You stood and placed Isaac gently in his crib.
Neither of you could stop watching him. “Well, he does have your big ears” Mike teased.
You playfully smacked his arm, “I do not have big ears!” you laughed.
Mike grinned, “look at those pouty lips. You can’t deny we don’t have the same lips, Y/N.” He pouted his bottom lip out and pointed, “see.”
Smiling at Mike you shook your head, “yeah. And I’m a sucker for both of you.”
Mike leaned over the crib and gave Isaac a gentle kiss. He took your hand and left the nursery. “Your ears, my lips but overall he looks like me”, Mike stated confidently.
“If you say so”, you grinned.
has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” With mc! Nick and reader a? :)
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Nick was sitting across from you and eating his pancakes methodically. He’d asked to spend the night late and come over last night. The two of you had spent little time talking, but now that you could see him in the waxing sun of the morning you studied him carefully. His movements were short and sharp, just shy of actually being forceful. He paused to pick up his coffee and when he brought the mug to his lips he caught you staring.
“What?” he asked when you just smiled at him. “I have syrup on my face or something?” He placed the mug back down and brushed around his mouth self-consciously. You shook your head and captured his hand and brought it back to the table, covering it with your own.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” you asked him with the same soft expression on your face. Nick scoffed and shifted in his seat as his gaze dropped back to his plate.
“Had…’guapito’ thrown at my more than my own name, growing up. Means nothing,” he muttered. You frowned a little and tightened your grip on his hand.
“Not talking about just how you look, Nick,” you clarified. “Although you are very handsome. You’re…you have a beautiful heart. You’re a good person.” Nick bit his cheek and made a displeased face.
“I’m a ‘biker thug’, you heard Lawrence,” he muttered and he picked up his fork just to set it back on the table with a sigh. He didn’t pull out of your grip so you used that as encouragement to continue. “And Sonny’s mad at me. Don’t know if I’m coming or going.”
“Sonny will get over it,” you told him firmly. “Not your fault an emergency came up in the midst of him almost cheating on his girlfriend and then trying to grovel his way back into her good graces.” Nick looked up sharply at your tone and you shrugged in response. “It’s true. I mean… I like Sonny well enough, but none of the mess he’s in is your fault. And I thought we already decided that Lawrence was full of shit.”
“What’d you put in this coffee?” Nick teased with the beginnings of a surprised smile as he made a gesture to pick up his mug again. You pursed your lips before sticking out your tongue at him.
“Well, I’m trying to tell you how I feel and you’re all caught up in the opinions of other people. Doesn’t my opinion matter?” you asked pointedly. He sighed and leaned back in his seat.
“Yes, but—” he started to deny again.
“Great,” you cut him off. “Because I say you’re a beautiful person and I like you very, very much. You stayed with Sonny all night, you’re a good friend. You care about me. You carry about the club and the parlor and doing the best you can. I love you and I just wanted to remind you of that.”
Nick’s expression shifted to something soft and appreciative before he ducked his head. You got up from your seat and came around the table to sit sideways in his lap, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He brought up a hand around your back to hold you in place and you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before he cut another bite of pancakes and fed it into your mouth.
“I want everyone to know that you’re mine” and/or “let me be yours” from that recent prompt list. With any version of Sonny please? 💖
ohhhh dealer’s choice! my fave! placed this in the mc!au after the make up sex 🙂
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You awoke under Sonny’s arm where he was draped along your back. You smiled to yourself and slowly turned so that you could face him. Sonny’s grip on you tightened as you turned and even though you hadn’t been trying to wake him up he was going out of sleep. His lashes fluttered open as he pulled you even closer into his body.
“Mmm,” he made a rough pleased sound in the back of his throat and tangled his legs with yours under the sheets. “Love this feeling.”
“What feeling?” you whispered as his eyes closed again and a content expression washed over his face. The sheets rustled under Sonny’s cheek as he inched his face closer to yours, only stopping when he bumped into your nose.
“This one,” he whispered back before he kissed you. “You and me. Here. In bed.” You kissed him again and smiled into it as he rolled you under him and began kissing down your neck.
“It’s up there,” you agreed quietly in a teasing tone. Sonny’s fingers ghosted along your side in a tickle and you squirmed and giggled. “Going to be hell covering all of these hickeys,” you scolded as you felt him suck another one into the tender side of your neck. “Can you start a little lower?”
“Want everyone to know that you’re mine,” he rumbled against your skin before licking it apologetically and kissing back to your mouth.
“Think the tattoos kinda give that fact away,” you reminded him with a small smirk. He nipped at your bottom lip as his hands roved around your waist and low back.
“Maybe. But after…” Sonny trailed off and a stormy expression crossed his face for a moment. You interrupted his train of thought with another kiss as you wound your leg around his.
“I’m yours,” you murmured as you looked up at him. “Let me be yours.”
[To: Mike 8:15AM] ….your son…
[From:Mike 8:17AM] Aww…what’s wrong?😕
[To: Mike 8:21AM] I said good morning and asked if he wanted pancakes for breakfast.
[From: Mike 8:23AM] No wonder he’s upset. You know he’s a French toast man.
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