stvckoncarisi:

barbabangme:

okay so I just see Sonny as a soft boi, so while there is some slightly dom Sonny, there’s still cuddling an shit at the end.

See, it really started when you took the last piece of pizza from the box. He had only been gone for a few seconds to get another beer, and when he flopped back down on the couch, he saw the empty box. “Aw, c’mon doll, ya stole the last slice?” His voice was whiney as he slumped back into the cushions, arms crossed and brows furrowed. It made you smile as you ate the last bite in front of him. “You got me, detective, whatcha gonna do tho? Lock me up?” His eyes darkened and you swallowed hard. “Yeah. Stand up.” Once you stood up, he walked around you and pulled off your shirt, exposing your top half to the cool air of his apartment. You heard metal clinking before he pulled your hands behind your back and cuffed you. He tightened them but leaned in to nip at your ear before murmuring “this okay?” You smiled at your sweet man as you nodded your consent. He led you to the bedroom before he sat down, keeping you standing in front of him. He yanks you down onto his lap before he starts touching you. Lips traveling from your neck to your nipples, wherever his mouth could reach, leaving small bites and kisses to sooth the sting. His hands are gripping your hips, guiding them to grind against him, his dick rapidly getting hard as he mumbles dirty words against you. “Fuck, baby girl, you feel so good. Betcha wanted this to happen, didn’t ya?” “This how you wanna get my attention? By acting out?” You moaned, your head thrown back as your hands strained against the cuffs, wanting to touch him. To run your hands through his hair. To undress him and get him inside of you as quickly as possible. He landed a sharp smack to your ass, squeezing it in his hand before leading it back to your hips. “Please, Sonny, baby, let me touch you. I need to feel you.” He immediately stopped, his lips leaving your body and stilling your hips. He stood you back up, yanking your shorts and panties down in one swoop, leaving you bare to his gaze. He stood up, palming at his dick, before uncuffing you, but before you could move to touch you, he demanded you get on the bed and raise your arms. You whined back at him, but did as he said. He climbed over you, cuffing you again, but to the headboard. He once again checked to make sure you were good and when he got the affirmative, moved away. As he began undressing himself, your eyes wandered over all the flesh he uncovered, your hips automatically rolling up, needing him on top of you. When he was on you again, you moaned, immediately wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding up against his cock. He loses his focus for a moment and grinds back against you, his dick sliding through your folds and brushing against your clit, making you moan louder. He quickly remembers what he was doing and presses a hand against your lower stomach, stopping your movements. “Ya almost had me there, doll. Don’t move again unless I tell you to, or else you won’t be coming. Understand?” You nodded but he gripped your chin so your eyes met his. “Nah, nah. Use your words. Understand?” “Yes, I understand.” “Yes what?” It took you a moment before you got what he wanted. You strangled a whimper. “Yes, detective, I understand.” He let out a groan, rolling his hips into yours. “Good girl.” One hand guided his dick to your entrance, and he softly asked if you were sure, and with your consent, pushes into you, both of you letting out moans when he was fully in. He started out fucking you slowly before building up a faster pace. One of his hands came up to grip at your throat as the other rubbed circles on your clit. Your breath caught as your legs began to shake where they were wrapped around him. “Please detective Carisi, can I please cum now? I need you so bad baby, need to feel you cum inside me.” He groans, hand flexing against your throat as he seems to fuck you harder. “Alright, be a good girl and cum for me.” And you do. Head tilted back, jaw dropped, his name barely escaping on a breathless moan. You felt him cum after a few more strokes, his body tensing up. When he finishes, he releases his grip from your throat, fingers softly stroking it and leaving soft kisses there. After he pulls out, he quickly takes off the handcuffs before falling beside you. He leaves gentle kisses to your wrists where slight red marks appeared before pulling you halfway on his chest. As his hand trails through your hair, he murmurs against you, “you okay, doll? I didn’t hurt you, did i?” You glance up at him, a smile on your face. “I’m perfect, Sonny. you oughta take charge like that more often.” He smirks down at you, leaving another kiss on your forehead. “Love you so much, doll.” “I love you too, Sonny.”


UMMM UM UM UM EXCUSE ME I NEED AN ICE COLD SHOWER OH MY FUCKING GOD

um YES PLEASE

Wow.

What noises so you think annoy Rafi and Sonny?

amirightcounsellor:

Sonny
-You have quite a few nervous habits. Biting your nails, clicking your pen over and over again, the sound of your leg furiously shaking underneath the table. It’s not out of annoyance, but when he hears you biting your nails, he breaks away from whatever it is he’s thinking about or working on to pull your hand away from your face, intertwining his fingers with yours.
-Also, he’ll rarely admit to it, but Sonny isn’t the most fond of your friendly neighborhood pigeons. They’ve stolen food right out of his hand before and every time he hears them clucking it just reminds of him of his slice of pizza gone too soon.

Rafael
-Rafael was never one to be able to study with music playing in the background. At the suggestion of his roommate, he once tried to study for a torts exam to the sound of a classical music playlist and ended up barely passing the test
-You on the other hand, blast your music at any appropriate time. In the shower, while you cook, even when you drive. One night your headphones are in and as you’re dancing to a new song you’ve discovered, playing it on a loop, when Rafael pads out of his office with his sleeves rolled up, glasses sliding off his nose.
-Cariño I can hear you from two rooms away. Turn the volume down or you won’t be able to hear me say I love you anymore.“

Oh Sonny

Ok now we need something with Sonny playing pool.

justanotherwriter280:

carisi-dreams:

lesbiancarisi:

Ikr?? I feel like he’s good at gambling too bc he has a good poker face

he has a great everything face

whatever you do, don’t picture: Sonny Carisi leaning over a red felt pool table in a crowded bar in a pair of jeans that hug him in all the right places and that black Henley we all know and love. his focus on the cue ball is laser, but once he makes his shot, he stands tall and offers you the pool stick

“your turn, doll,” he says with an edge of friendly competitiveness to his voice.

Hot damn

childofbarisi:

So, as I’m here having a mental breakdown about work, I just realized that the power went out at work. And I’m pretty sure my house is connected to the same lines as my work (I legit live like 5 minutes from work) and… if tonight’s episode didn’t record, I’m going to start crying…

Boo! Hope that’s not the case!

Kiss Me Slowly So I Can Fall Asleep

detective-sonshine:

Anonymous said:

  • 33. “I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth.” and 47. “Kiss me slowly so I can fall asleep?” with baby traumatized cinnamon roll sonny carisi?

 You walked through your front door, eager to finally be off
work. It had been a rough day at the office, and you just wanted to have a nice,
warm bath and catch up on your favorite TV shows. You sighed, kicking off your
shoes by the door. You walked into your bedroom, flipped on the light switch,
and attempted to take off your shirt when you saw a blond-haired figured
sitting on the side of your bed.

“Jesus, Christ, Sonny! You scared the shit out of me,” you
say, pressing a hand to your chest.

“I’m sorry, doll. I hope ya don’t mind, I used the key you gave
me.”

“Well I would hope so. My windows aren’t very inviting,” you
laughed. However, your joke didn’t seem to phase your boyfriend. You got closer
to him and gasped when you saw the left side of his head stained red from what seemed
to be blood. Before you could say anything, he spoke.

“It’s not what it looks like. The blood isn’t mine.” You let
out a breath.

“Then what happened, baby?”

“Our perp aimed his gun at one of the unis and so Liv shot
him. I was pretty close to him so…” he gestured to his blood stain hair and
face.

“Oh my god, baby. Were you in any danger?” You rubbed his
arm.

“No, no. Nothing like that,” he lied. He didn’t want you to
know what had really happened to him. He knew if he told you, you would freak
out and make a huge deal out of it.

“Here, come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You led him to your bathroom and turned on the shower. Slowly
stripping him of his clothes, you dropped to your knees to unbuckle his pants. You
pulled them down to his ankles and gestured for him to step out of them. When he
stepped into the shower, you took your clothes off as well, following him in. You
enjoyed showering together and in fact made a habit out of it. It wasn’t about
sex, it was strictly intimate—especially tonight. He faced the stream of water,
so you wrapped your arms around him from behind. He held onto your arms tightly.

“I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth,” you
hear. You tighten your grip around Sonny’s core before turning him around and
grabbing his face, pulling it down to yours. You placed a soft kiss to his pink
lips, allowing the intimacy of your actions to fully take over. He quickly grabbed
your hips and pulled you close to him, scared to ever let you go. You stayed like
that for a while—holding each other and kissing softly. The warmth of the water
kept you both calm and relaxed. After a few moments, you grabbed the soap and
began to wash your boyfriend. You were careful around his face, scrubbing to
get the blood off but trying your best to avoid soap getting in his eyes. You sighed
deeply when you saw pink liquid pooling at your feet. You knew Sonny was more
traumatized than he let on.

When the two of you were finally done, you got you both
towels and wrapped yourselves up, walking to the bed. You didn’t even bother
putting clothes on, you just wanted to be close to him.

He lied down on his back, pulling you on top of him. You peppered
his neck with kisses before sliding to his side, resting your head on his
chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart put you in a trance.

“Y/N?” you hear.

“Yes, Dominick?”

“Kiss me slowly so I can fall asleep.” It wasn’t so much a
demand as it was a plea of desperation. You could hear the sadness in his voice.
You knew you couldn’t do much to help him but this you could do. You slowly
kissed him until you heard those light snores of his you happen to love so much.

You stayed awake for a while, feeling the need to make sure he
was safe and comfortable. He meant everything to you, and you would give him
the world if you could. He was your sunshine.