A/N- This takes place
directly after part two, if you haven’t read the previous parts, links are as
follows: Part One, Part Two
You looked up at your Sonny. Tears were threatening to spill
from his beautiful blue eyes.
“I love you so much, Dominick.” You say as he plants a sweet
kiss to your lips.
“Okay, Y/N, big push. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you brought your chin to
your chest and pushed.
“Alright, we have a head. You’re doing great, Y/N. One more
push.” You obliged, filled with the need to get this baby out now. You saw Sonny leave from his position
right next to you to peek in between your legs. Despite being almost completely
out of it, you could still tell he was shocked by his facial expression. His eyebrows
furrowed, and his mouth formed an ‘O’ shape.
“H-How is that ev-even possible?” he said.
“Dominick motherfucking Carisi, you are NOT HELPING!” you
scream, your voice cracked. His eyes went big as he shut up and returned to his
cozy little spot right next to you.
You pushed more and more, until finally you hear the doctor
say, “Happy Birthday, little one.”
You look frantically down towards your core to catch a glimpse
of your baby, but you couldn’t see.
“Dad, do you want to cut the cord,” you hear. But you couldn’t
focus on anything. You couldn’t hear your baby cry. You began to breath heavier
as you saw a small bundle of joy being rushed to the back of the delivery room you
were in.
“Why isn’t the baby crying?” you say through your daze.
You vaguely heard your name being called on by the doctor. “Y/N,
what’s going on? Talk to me.”
“Dr. King is she supposed to be losing that much blood?” you
hear a nurse say. Suddenly everything went black. You heard a ringing noise
before going completely limp.
Sonny turned and saw the mother of his child pass out. He was
making sure the baby was okay when suddenly she wasn’t. He didn’t know who
needed him more. He felt his heart pound when the doctor rushed over to Y/N.
“Blood pressures dropped. Let’s get her to the OR now!” the
doctor yelled.
“W-what’s going on?” Sonny whimpered.
“Sir you need to stand back, your fiancé is hemorrhaging. We
need to take her up right now!”
It happened so fast. One minute everything was amazing and the
next it wasn’t. Sonny watched in fear as they wheeled the love of his life quickly
out of the room. The only thing that got his attention was a small cry coming
from behind him. He turned quickly to see the nurse finishing up cleaning his
baby. She picked the child up and handed it to Sonny.
He fell madly in love with his baby immediately. He sat down
with the infant to get a better look.
The baby had Sonny’s bright blue eyes and Y/N’s beautiful
lips. He ran his fingers over the top of it’s head, in complete awe.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he said softly through his tears. “I’m
your daddy. Your mommy is being taken care of by some amazing doctors but don’t
you worry. She’s a superhero.”
After a while, Sonny had to finally give his baby to the nurses,
so they could weigh, measure, and finalize the protocol for newborns.
“Do you have a name picked out yet?” Sonny shook his head.
“Out of all the things me and my fiancé planned for, we
never decided on a name. Y/N said she wanted to wait until she saw the baby,
that she wanted the name to come to her,” he said. He gulped and looked down at
his hands. “Is there any word on her?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Carisi. I haven’t heard anything yet. But I will
try to get Dr. King on the phone if you’d like?”
“No, no. Dr. King needs to focus. I’ll be fine,” he said
quietly. But he wasn’t fine. In fact, he was quite far from it. He was freaking
out. The only thing keeping him from having a heart attack was the fact that he
was now a father. He wasn’t just responsible for himself anymore. He had a
child to take into consideration.
Hours later, Sonny had already fed his baby for the first time
and changed it’s first diaper. He felt like a pro, having taken care of his
niece many times before. He swaddled the baby and picked it up, holding it close
to his chest. He began to sing to it softly, rocking the baby back and forth.
Finally, Dr. King walked in. He would’ve jumped up at the
sight of her, but the baby was asleep.
“How is Y/N?” he demanded.
“Stable. She had a major postpartum hemorrhage, but I was able
to give her multiple blood transfusions to stop her from bleeding out. I was
also able to prevent a total hysterectomy. She will be in the ICU for a couple
hours, then we can bring her back down here.”
Sonny let out a cry he didn’t know he was holding back. “So,
she will be okay?” he said through his sobs.
“She will be okay.”
“Do you hear that, sweetheart? I told you your mommy is a
superhero!”
After a while, Y/N was finally wheeled back into the room. By
that point, Sonny’s sisters were showing up as well. He handed the baby to
Bella while the three of them stared in awe at their baby brother’s baby. It gave
Sonny a chance to sit at Y/N’s bedside and wait for her to wake up. He grabbed
her hand and placed a gentle kiss to it.
You heard whispers as you came into consciousness. You tried
to make out the voices, but you couldn’t quite tell who they belonged to. You shuffled
in your bed, letting out a small moan.
“Y/N? Baby?” you hear. You turn your head towards the voice
you know so well. You opened your eyes to see Sonny’s red and puffy ones.
“S-Sonny,” you whisper.
“Shh, doll. You’re okay.” He placed his hand on your cheek, and
you leaned into his warmth. You noticed the room get completely quiet, but you
were too weak to look around.
“T-the baby?” you ask.
“She is perfect,”
he says with a small smile.
Tears fill your eyes. “It’s a girl?”
“It’s a girl, baby. We have a daughter.” You let out a laugh
as tears fell down your face. He lifted his hand and wiped them off with the
pad of his thumb.
“Where is she?” you ask.
“Right here,” you hear someone say. You turn your head to
see Sonny’s sisters and his mother, who is holding your baby girl.
Sonny holds his arms out for his daughter. “Hey, pretty girl.
This is your mommy, the superhero.”
When you saw your daughter, your heart felt so full of love.
“She’s beautiful,” you whispered. “She has your eyes, baby.”
Sonny’s eyes filled with tears once more. Today was by far
the day he had cried the most in his life. He leaned in a placed a soft, yet
passionate kiss to your lips.
“We did good, Y/N. We did good.” You let out a small laugh. Before
staring once more at your sweet baby.
A/N- oh my god, this had me feeling some type of way the entire time I was writing it. I have no idea how this came into my mind, I literally just opened my laptop and started writing but wow I love it and I hope y’all do too
Sonny lined himself at your entrance, his blue eyes piercing
yours, begging for confirmation. You grabbed his face and pulled it down to
yours, roughly placing a sloppy kiss to his soft, pink lips. With that, he wasted
no time sliding into you, his knuckles going white as they gripped the bars of
the cheap headboard behind your head. He pounded into you eagerly, as if you
would disappear if he stopped.
“God, you’re fucking perfect doll,” he growled into your
ear. You now had one arm wrapped around Sonny’s back, scratching your nails into
it out of pure pleasure, while the other was wrapped around your mouth, keeping
yourself from screaming out his name. The two of you had made it a habit of
fucking each other in the precinct’s on
call room when the other members of your team were busy on a case and wouldn’t
miss your absence. You had been best friends for a while but were made partners
long before that. You were head over heels in love with the Italian detective,
but you didn’t want to risk your friendship by doing something as dumb as
telling him how you feel.
You shook your head, as if to attempt to shake the thoughts
out of your head as you flipped the two of you over. Now on top, you grinded down
hard against him, feeling him fill you up completely. His hands instantly
lifted to your breasts, and his thumb and index fingers rolled your nipples
between them, only to intensify the extreme pleasure you were feeling. You rode
him, hard and rough. Between his growls and the shape his mouth makes when he’s
inside you, you were close. You stared straight into his eyes as you
practically yelled his name out as you came around him, tightening up.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he mumbled. He wasn’t far behind you. He placed
his hands on the small of your back and pressed you to him, so he could thrust insanely
fast up into you. The smell of your hair and the feeling of you tightening up
around his dick was what got him. His trusts became sloppy, and finally you
felt his warm release fill you up. You remained on top of him for a few
minutes, feeling his warm cum run out of you.
“That was…” you begin.
“Fucking amazing,” he finishes.
You rolled off him, grabbing the box of tissues off the side
table to clean yourself off with.
“Damn, Sonny. We have got to start using condoms. I hate
having to clean myself up.” He laughed, standing up and picking up his various
items of clothing that were scattered across the floor.
“Doll, you know I love going in raw,” he winked. You rolled
your eyes. You loved this Sonny. The Sonny no one else got to see except for
you.
Once the two of you were dressed and cleaned up, you carefully
opened the door leading to the precinct lobby.
“Come out in three minutes,” you say.
“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” You giggled, walking out.
Your eyes were instantly met with Rollins’. “Amanda, I—”
“Y/N, I know you screw Carisi and trust me, I couldn’t care
less. But you need to get him right now. Our perp from last week is holding
someone hostage. We gotta move, now.”
Your eyes went big, but there was no time to freak out. You ran
back into the room where you had previously made love to Sonny only to find him
sitting on the bed.
“Back for more already?” he smirks.
“Sonny…” you pause. The solemn look on your face must be
obvious because he immediately stood up and rushed to you.
“What is it?”
“Dixon is holding a vic hostage. We have to go, now.”
On the way there, Sonny drove. You felt like you were going
to throw up, and it wasn’t because of the lights, sirens, and Sonny’s speeding.
Dixon was a perp you and your team had been chasing for a while now. You and
Carisi had finally caught evidence against his horrendous rape-murders, but
since you had no warrant, the evidence was inadmissible, and the judge declared
a mistrial, letting Dixon off free. You had a sick feeling in your stomach. You
couldn’t help but think about how you could’ve prevented this.
When you arrived, you instantly were met by Liv, Fin, and a
ton of unis. “What’s going on, Lieu?” Sonny asked.
“Perp’s got his ex-girlfriend, Jennifer Hatley, hostage
inside there. He says he will only speak to one person. Carisi.”
You heart dropped.
“No,” you blurt out quickly.
“Sorry but last time I checked Y/L/N, you aren’t in charge. I
am. Carisi, are you up for it?”
“Yeah, I think I can talk him down.” You looked into his eyes
desperately, as if you were silently begging him not to do this.
“I’ll be okay, Y/L/N.” You felt your heart drop once more. You
hated not being his. You cared so much about him.
You stayed silent as Liv explained to Sonny what she wanted
him to do. He tightened his bullet proof vest and secured his gun to his side.
“Alright, I’m going in.”
You watched carefully as he walked slowly towards the front
door. He knocked three times before the door opened slightly. He pushed the
door open the rest of the way with his hands in the air.
You didn’t realize you were shaking until you felt a hand
rub your arm. “He will be okay Y/N. He’s a good cop.” You turn towards Amanda.
“Yeah but Dixon isn’t good.”
Minutes passed, and they felt like hours. You were a complete
mess, pacing back and forth when a loud, blood curdling scream interrupted you
from your stance followed by two gunshots, back to back. You didn’t have time to
think before your legs were carrying you quickly across the yard.
“Y/L/N, stop!” you hear. “Get back here now.” But you couldn’t.
You knew Sonny was in danger, and you didn’t even have to think about it. You had
to get to him as soon as possible.
Throwing the front door open, you see two bodies on the
ground. Your eyes squint, trying to locate Sonny. You see him lying on the
ground next to the perp, who had a bullet through his skull. You instantly
searched Sonny for gunshot wounds.
“Y/N, I’m okay, I’m okay, doll. It hit the vest. I’m okay. Shh,
shh. I’m okay.” He grabbed you and held you close to him, you didn’t even know
you were crying until you heard your loud sobs. SWAT ran in, securing the
building, followed by the rest of your squad, who seemed more concerned with
the vic, who was rattled up but okay for the most part.
“I thought you had left me,” you whispered to Sonny. He
teared up at your reaction.
“Y/N, baby, I could never leave you, I love you. I’ve loved
you since the day I first laid eyes on you.” You cried even harder, grabbing
him and holding him close, only to stop when he groaned.
“I love you too, Dominick.” You pressed your lips hungrily to
his despite the chaos around you.
A week later, Liv was finally allowing Sonny to go back out
in the field. However, you were not allowed. You were on desk duty until
further notice due to the stunts you pulled and the complete insubordination. But
you didn’t care. You would ride the desk for the rest of your life if it meant
you could be with Sonny. Finally, you were his and he was yours. And nothing
would ever get in the way of that.
Love this after all the depressing angst I’ve been reading lately
It would be nice to think so. Amanda and Olivia would be the ones to insist on it, saying that everyone deserves that magical moment (they are the ones who took the photo in the clerks office after all), but it just doesn’t happen. “Not my style,” Nick had said, and you were inclined to agree. After the girls left, the two of you just sat outside and enjoyed each other’s company. After that, streetlights and residential roads became even more of a peace than they were before
Can someone please give me advice on how to write smut and not sound like an android version of EL James?
Protips from your local smut bot:
The less euphemisms for penis, the better. And just don’t say penis in general it’s so fucking awkward (or schlong, or meat, or disco-stick, or anything of the sort)
That goes for any body part really
Put yourself in that moment, whether you’re a participant or a watcher, get in there and write down what happens
Don’t overthink. Write it as it comes to mind, then go back and fix anything that needs it.
If it’s POV it won’t be perfect grammar. Thoughts are streams and sharp and a mess
Normal people don’t usually dirty talk as much as most smut will have you believe
I have a list of sexy words and those are the ones I use to evoke a smutty feeling. Never underestimate the power of wet v moist, or needy v slutty. For the love of god never use the word “meat” to describe anything
Some people write smut better when they’re in the mood. If you gotta read a bunch of dirty slash fic or watch some porn to get in the right mindset, do it
Rely less on narration and more on feeling
This has gotten too serious so I’m gonna show myself out
//oh honey, don’t we all need some Mikey in our lives. Heads up, I got a bit carried away//
You can’t remember a time you didn’t know Mike. Your families had been friends since before either of you were born. He was your best friend, always there to get one another through breakups, share good news, dreams and failures. There was running joke that you and Mike would date, get married and have a bunch of raven haired babies. At one point you had tried dating in high school but it just didn’t work out. Your relationship remained close.
Over the years you and Mike had stayed in touch through college, deployments and jobs. Mainly by email, text, calls and with the occasional Skype. It had been since Christmas since you had actually seen one another in person. After living in New York for five years you finally felt settled. While living here you had met some great people and dated occasionally but nothing serious. You knew who your heart belonged to, Michael Dodds Jr. It had for years.
Seeing Mikey’s face flash on your screen put a ridiculous grin on your face. “Hey Champ!” you said in greeting.
“How’s my nerd?” he asked.
“Oh, I can’t complain. Had dinner with your pops the other night. He said you were transferring to Manhattan SVU.”
“Leave it to my dad to ruin my surprise”, he sighs down the line.
“So, when do you get in town? We have to get together for dinner.”
“I fly into JFK on Friday evening. Dad isn’t sure he can meet me. Think you could pick me up?” he inquired.
“Absolutely. I’m so excited to have you in NYC! It’ll be just like old times, Mikey.”
“Can’t wait, Y/N. Hey I gotta go. I text you my arrival info, okay?”
“Sounds like a plan. See ya Friday, Mike.”
“Thanks babe, Bye”, he said.
You paused, “Uhhh… yeah. No problem. Bye.” ‘Babe?’ you thought to yourself but just shrugged your shoulders.
Friday rolled around, finally. You arrived at the airport early. Seems his plane would land right on time. At 6pm precisely the board showed his flight had arrived. Holding up a little sign that said ‘Dodds’ you stood up looking for him. At 6′2″ he was easy to spot. He saw you and the sign and waved. He made his way over to you and swooped you up in his arms, swinging you around, which caused you to laugh. He sat you gently back on your feet. He bent down (he had you by a foot in height) and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Great to see you, Y/N.”
“You too Mikey. C’mon lets go grab a bite to eat.”
Mike had been here for a few months but you didn’t get to hang out often due to work. His new job was a bit taxing. You did talk almost everyday though. You’d talk through your days, the good and the bad. Tonight you had planned on meeting up at a bar near his work for a couple drinks.
When you got to the bar a text from Mike made your phone ding. ‘Running a bit behind. Should be there in about 15.’ ‘no problem.’ Making your way to the bar, you found two open bar stools. You sat in one and placed your jacket in the other to save it for Mike and ordered a beer.. A few minutes later guy strolled up and sat to the other side of you. Looking up, the guy smiled, you returned his smile and turned your attention to your phone scrolling Facebook. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Oh, no thanks, I have one.” ypu responded.
“Waiting on someone?” he asked. You simply nodded. The man kept talking. You were trying not to be rude, but not encourage him either.
Standing, you grabbed your things to find somewhere else to sit. The guy was giving you the creeps. He grabbed your arm as you walked past him. Your eyes flew up to his, “let go of me.”
He stood up, towering over you, “awww…don’t be like that sweetheart. I think we could have some fun together.” He looked you up and down, making your skin crawl.
“I don’t think so. Now let go before I make you let go” as you tried to pull your arm away, his grip got tighter.
“Go ahead. Make me.” hesneered.
A deep, growling voice behind you said “I think the lady said let go.” It was Mike, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
The creep let you lose and Mike pulled you behind him. Mike had him by a couple inches but the guy was drunk and wanted a fight. Mike pushed his jacket to the side, flashing his badge and gun. The guy put his hands up in surrender. “Whatever man, she’s all yours” and walked away
. Mike spun around, looked you over, brow furrowed with worry, “you ok?”
“I’m fine”, giving him weak smile.
The night continued without incident. Both of you had a couple too many drinks, stumbled out of the bar laughing and trying to hold one another up. Mike pulled you into his arms and looked down at you with a drunken smile. You giggled. “I love that sound” he said.
He took your chin between his fingers, leaned down and gave you a soft, wet kiss. At first you were taken by surprise, but then eagerly returned standing on tip toe. He lifted you off the ground, leaving your feet dangling. He groaned into your mouth. You broke away, “Who’s place is closer?”
“Mine”, he said breathless.
You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and disoriented. You couldn’t move. You opened your eyes and realized why. Mike had you pulled tight against him with a leg flung over yours. “Oh,shit” whispering. You slowly untangled yourself from Mike. He reached out where you had been laying, hand searching, He grumbled softly but fell back asleep. You followed your trail of clothes to the living room, got dressed and quickly made your way home.
Getting a shower and ibuprofen when you get home helped your head. When you got out of the shower you had 3 texts and 2 missed calls from Mike. You groaned, no way you were up to talking to him. Not right now anyway. You’d call him later.
Just sitting down on the couch, the doorbell rang. Pushing yourself up you answered the door. “Mike. What are you doing here?”, you said bewildered.
“I texted you and called, I got worried when you didn’t answer.” He looked disheveled with messy hair, scruffy beard, and sweats. “Why did you leave? You just ran out.”
“Mike. What happened last night was..”
“Wonderful”, he interrupted you, “I have loved you since I can remember. I fell in love with my best friend. A long time ago. It’s always been you, Y/N,,.”
Your breath caught and you felt your eyes well up with tears. “Mike, I..”
“Wait I’m not finished. There was a case a few months ago. It really got to me. Live said to me ‘go home, talk to someone you love.’ It was you I called.”
Peering up at him through your lashes, “I love you too, Mikey. Always have.”
Taking your hand in his he pulled you to him, “I mean you should have known, you are the only one that I let call me Mikey.” Giggling you rose up on your toes and kissed him.
Notes: A little bit of Sunshine fluff for @vanessa-0188 I hope you like it!!!
You laid in bed and squirmed a little as you tried to get comfortable. After your surgery you were in pain, tired, and restless. It seemed like the ultimate challenge to just lay down and get some sleep. You’d given up by the time you heard the sound of the deadbolt unlocking.
“Doll, I’m back!” Sonny called to you from the entryway of your tiny Manhattan apartment. He walked into your shared bedroom with an armful of brown paper bags. You couldn’t help but laugh, you had only sent him out to pick up your prescription; and from the looks of it he came back with half of the drug store.
– Ever traditional, you don’t see him until the ceremony. By then, you’re interested in him but still apprehensive about spending the rest of your life with him. Your maid of honor is Bella, and your father’s the one to walk you down the aisle. You hate your dress- it was your mother’s when she married your father. It doesn’t fit right and it’s too poofy for your taste, but you don’t have the time to get a new one made.
– But when you get to Mike he smiles you and tells you you look beautiful.
– Your vows are verses about love from the Bible because you two haven’t know each other long enough to have written anything heartfelt. It’s still beautiful, and really the whole day is, you just wish you could have waited and married someone you love, whether or not it’s Mike.
– You kiss him for the first time at the altar. He’s confidant, grip on your waist firm but lips soft and sweet against yours. You’re left a little dizzy from it, held up only by his arm around the small of your back.
– The reception is a blur, mostly just lots of awkward conversations with your relatives. Halfway through, Mike pulls you into a broom closet for a glass of bubbly that soothes your nerves.
– Afterwards, Mike carries you over the threshold of the house that’ll come to be your home. Your family had brought over your things earlier in the day, so there are a couple trunks on the floor in the living room. But Mike carries you past them to the bedroom to consummate.
– He’s gentle with you, helping you out of your dress and carefully pushing you back on the bed. You laugh when he whistles at your stockings and matching lingerie, but it’s nervous. You’ve never done this before, and you’re afraid to do something wrong, and oh god Mike is getting undressed and your mouth goes dry.
– “You can touch, Dollface,” he teases.
– It still takes him picking up your hand and putting it on his chest for you to loosen up a little.
– Very quickly it becomes obvious that this isn’t Mike’s first time, but he still goes slow for you and makes sure that you’re comfortable every step of the way. He does things with his mouth and hands that you never knew could be done, making your toes curl and back arch before he even gets inside you.
– He fucks you slowly with his hands in yours and his face in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm, moans deep. You have your legs around his waist, keeping him close as he presses in so deep you swear you can feel it in your stomach.
– Once he’s finished (and made sure you did too), he scoops you up and gives you a warm bath so that you’re clean of sweat, makeup and his cum. You fall asleep while he’s drying you off
Rafael is an impatient little nugget who only likes delayed gratification when it comes to edging you until you’re panting and crying out his name, begging for his touch.
So when he rips off your panties in an attempt to get inside you immediately, he promises he’ll buy you more, but not before he makes it up to you in other ways first;)
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