– The way Carisi said “I think I feel warm” dramatically like a child
– Carisi’s adorable face when he just waited for Rollins to feel his forehead when she said she didn’t want to
– The way Rollins dramatically gasped, scaring Carisi
– They way Carisi was actually scared and kinda sulked like a baby when he realised Rollins played him
❤️❤️❤️❤️
LOOK AT THIS. HE. IS. A. BABY :’)
He needs all the love and cuddles. Just wants some comfort.
The team had caught the man responsible for a truly horrific string of rapes and murders across the city, and today, the judge had declared a mistrial. You had done your job, collected enough evidence, but apparently it still wasn’t enough for that one juror. Couldn’t convince him. Gridlocked.
The atmosphere in the precinct was tense, everyone on edge after what went down in court. You really didn’t want to go home to an empty, quiet apartment and so you were visibly relieved when Sonny invited you over for a couple beers after work.
After a few drinks, things had lightened up. You were currently hunched over the coffee table, trying to retrieve tiny white game pieces from a man’s body cavity without setting the buzzer off.
You were relaxed on the couch, shooting the shit when Sonny’s face broke out into a smile. He drunkenly stumbled over to the hall closet, fumbling around for a few seconds before pulling out a stack of board games.
“Sonny why do you have all of those?” You giggled as he tried peeking over the pile of boxes in his arms.
“They’re for when Bella brings the baby over! Well, she’s not a baby anymore but ya know. There’s puzzles in here too.”
Operation was the name of the one you were currently playing. And boy were you bad at it. Shaky hands. Seemed to only hold still when you were holding a gun.
Sonny laughed every time you accidentally pressed the tweezers up against the metal siding, setting off the buzzer. The shrill noise caused you to jolt upward, cursing in surprise and nearly knocking the entire board over.
“Okay well since you’re obviously sooo good at it why don’t you try?” You rebutted, rolling your eyes and pushing the game over to him.
Sonny rubbed his hands together quickly and blew on them, reaching over to grab the pair of tweezers and expertly withdrew the tiniest piece.
“That’s how it’s done, detective.” He smirked.
You took a swig of beer, raising your hands up defeat.
“I surrender. I’m no match for you, Sonny.”
“As long as you can admit it.” He sighed, leaning back onto the cough.
“Don’t push it.” You laughed.
Suddenly, you heard a crack of thunder so loud it felt like it shook the furniture around you.
“Was it raining this whole time?” You asked. You were tipsy but you thought you would have heard if a storm started.
Sonny strolled over to the large window, whistling as he pushed the curtains away.
“Looks like it. It’s really comin’ down hard out there.”
You joined him by the window. Sonny lived on the fourth floor and had a great view of the surrounding buildings and a little park near his complex, but now all you could see was the way the water was circling around the storm drains, wind causing street signs to sway back and forth.
“Shit.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You really didn’t feel like trudging through this weather to get to the nearest subway station.
You watched as lightening ripped across the sky. Wind howled against the window and the bouts of thunder seemed to stretch longer and longer.
Sonny closed the curtains, making his way to the kitchen island where he left his phone earlier.
“Shit is right. They sent storm warnings over an hour ago to our phones.”
“Can I borrow your rain jacket to get home in?” You asked. All you had on was a thin maroon blazer, more for looks than purpose really.
“Are you kidding? You’re not going anywhere in this.” He replied.
“Really Sonny, I’ll be fine. It’s just a short walk and besides we both have work in morning. I need to shower.”
“If this wind doesn’t blow you right over you’ll slip and break something in those heels, come on it’s-“ before he finished his sentence, you heard the faint murmur of electricity surging and suddenly the two of you were surrounded by darkness.
You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was probably smirking in amusement. Sonny always got his way when it came to you. You would have put up a fight, but in the end, if Sonny thought it was best for you to stay, you would have. You had a hard time saying no to him.
“Okay fine.” You mumbled.
“See? Not so hard huh? Come on, I’ll give you some towels so you can take a shower. You can have my bed tonight, I’ll crash out here on the couch.” You heard his voice and the sound of him rummaging through some drawers a few feet away.
“Sonny, I’m not taking your bed.” You stated, arms crossed over you chest.
“Yes, you are. Ahh! Found ‘em.” You heard the click of a lighter and the kitchen filled up with candlelight. “Knew these housewarming gifts would come in handy some day.”
Sonny handed you a candle and led you to the bathroom, pulling out a couple of fluffy grey towels.
“The water runs cold for a few minutes, but it stays hot after that. Oh, and there’s an extra toothbrush in that drawer right there.”
Sonny lingered in the doorway, watching as you placed the candle on the counter and started up the shower.
“Hey Sonny?” You asked, sheepishly forgetting that you had nothing to change into. You had what you were wearing all day, but if you had to go into work the next morning with the same outfit on, you’d rather not mess it up by getting it wrinkled.
“Yeah?” His eyebrows rose, slouching against the frame.
“Do you think I can borrow a shirt or something, to sleep in? All I have is this which is fine if you don’t have anything but-“
“No, no! Of course.” A slight blush rose up his neck. “Gimme a sec.”
Sonny returned with an oversized t-shirt and flannel. “I hope this is enough. I don’t think any of my sweats will fit you but the blankets in there should keep you warm.”
You smiled at him, taking the clothes and placing them on the counter as well. He stayed sanding there, gaze shifting toward the shower before realizing that you had begun to fumble with the buttons on your blouse.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” He cleared his throat and turned out of the room, a hand running through his perfectly gelled hair.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but as the door closed behind him you wished that he had stayed. Wished he had undressed as well, joining you in the steaming shower.
God. You thought. It wasn’t the alcohol. You had fallen in love with Sonny quickly after he became your partner.
There’s this sort of trust, this bond that forms between partners but those feelings you had for him extended far past the job. All those car rides, all those times you were assigned to question witnesses together, all those late nights at the precinct where you kept each other awake trying to see who could win at trashcan basketball.
The water hit your back, soothing your tightened muscles. You always had time to think in the shower, whether they were good or bad thoughts, but right now all you could think about was Sonny. A good thought. Thoughts about how you were wet, and naked, in his shower, and he was probably in his boxers by now, only a few feet away. You bit your lip as your hand traveled down. You let yourself seek release, knowing you had to be quiet but at the same time wishing Sonny would hear you and burst through the door to lend you a hand.
You came hard, breaths silenced by the running water and thunder outside.
Stepping out of the shower, you dried off your hair and threw Sonny’s clothes onto your body. They smelled like him, like laundry detergent and his cologne, and you knew you would sleep well tonight, surrounded by him, even if his body wasn’t physically there next to you.
You made your way to his bedroom with the candle, placing it on the nightstand before blowing it out. Sonny was right, you thought, as you wrapped yourself in his blankets, these are comfortable.
Tossing and turning at the ache inside your stomach, knowing that Sonny was sleeping on the couch instead of in here with you, you finally relaxed enough to doze off, the rain hitting the fire escape outside like a lullaby.
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You woke up, disoriented by the darkness of the room and unfamiliarity of your surroundings before realizing that you were still at Sonny’s, in his bed. Rolling over, you picked up your cellphone and pressed the home button to catch the time.
1:30 am. You sighed. You still had another five hours before you usually woke up for work, but falling back asleep was always harder for you than drifting off in the first place.
You tossed the blankets to the side, deciding to grab a glass of water before trying again. As you made your way into the kitchen, you crashed into something hard, yelping in surprise. When you backed up, you realized it was Sonny you had crashed into.
A shirtless, wet-haired Sonny.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” You asked. “It’s 1:30 in the morning.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” He whispered. He glanced down at you, drinking in the sight of you in his clothes.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized; feeling guilty for taking his bed while his long body was probably struggling to be comfortable on the couch. “Take the bed, I’ll the couch. I’m shorter than you, please?”
“It’s not the couch.” He replied. His voice raspy, a droplet of water falling from his damp hair onto his chest.
“Then what is it?” You asked, confused. Sonny looked torn, his eyes burning into yours with an intensity you had never seen before.
The two of you stood in the hallway, quiet, for what seemed like hours, before Sonny closed the distance between you. Cupping your face, Sonny kissed you hurriedly. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, as if you couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but you reciprocated, arms flying around his neck.
The kiss felt desperate, as if either of you came up for air the whole thing would be over, it was just a dream, and you’d wake up in bed, alone, realizing the kiss never actually happened.
You didn’t stop. Not as Sonny guided you toward the wall, not as you shed his flannel onto the floor, not as he murmured against your neck for you to jump. Not as you wrapped your legs around his waist, or felt his hardness pressing against you. And certainly not when he lifted his shirt over your head, swollen lips latching onto your nipple as he carried you back into the bedroom.
Sonny laid you onto bed, eyes raking over your naked body and groaning. He climbed on top of you, sucking at your pulse point.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He stated, his accent thicker than you’ve ever heard it before.
“God, no.” you breathed out. Sonny quickly kissed you again. Messy and rushed, his free hand traveled down to your center, and he groaned at how wet you already were for him.
Sonny circled your clit before slipping his fingers inside you, and you moaned loudly at the feeling of his fingers as he curled them upwards, pumping in and out. You had wanted for this so long that you were ready to cum from anticipation alone, so as soon as he had built up a rhythm you were grinding against his hand, swearing into his mouth, your body tightening around his fingers.
“That’s it, cum for me.” Sonny commanded.
After you rode out your high, Sonny withdrew his hand and placed his fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth, eagerly sucking on his fingers and tasting yourself on him. Sonny’s eyes darkened, and he latched back onto your nipple, tongue swirling it in his mouth as his free hand massaged the other.
He was hard, straining so desperately against his boxer briefs that it almost looked painful. He ground against you, searching for any kind of friction.
“Sonny, please. I need you.” You whimpered. He didn’t waste any time as he removed his boxers, and lined himself up with your entrance.
He looked at you, eyes searching for signs that he should stop, but he didn’t find any. You simply nodded, a hand reaching down to guide him inside you.
You cried out at the feeling of him filling you up, and you heard Sonny swear when he finally bottomed out inside you.
“Christ.” He stated, his voice strained. “You’re so tight.”
You bucked your hips up against him, your orgasm quickly approaching again.
“Please, Sonny, just fuck me.”
He moaned, snapping his hips forward to give you what you want. You wrapped your legs around him, arms tangling in his hair. You let yourself become lost in the pleasure, the feeling of Sonny’s length brushing up against your sweet spot with every thrust, breathing him in and reveling at the tiny gasps and sounds he couldn’t help himself from making.
You tugged at the fistful of hair in your hand, nails raking down his back and he fucked you harder, your actions seeming to push him closer to his own release.
Sonny kissed your neck, biting into your shoulder. “Fuck you feel so good. So wet. This all for me?” he asked, voice shaky and out of breath.
“Yes. All for you. God.” You whined, all of your senses over stimulated. “You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck, Sonny.” Your hips rose to meet his, and with a few more thrusts you were flying over the edge, vision blurring and all sound drifting into the distance.
You were vaguely aware of Sonny chanting your name like a prayer, held together with moans and curses, but the second you felt him start to pulse inside you, you drifted back down. His arms shook as he tried to hold himself up, gasping every time your muscles squeezed around him. He finally collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath as his own orgasm subsided.
The two of you stayed like that, sweaty and breathless until you he pulled out of you. Even though the sex was rushed, the two of you eagerly chasing your own releases, you couldn’t deny it was easily the best sex you’ve ever had. But what did this mean for the two of you? You wondered.
You felt the bed dip beside you as Sonny sat up.
“Wow, that was-“ You sighed, a smile gracing your face as you continued to try and steady your breathing.
You reached your arm over to grasp Sonny’s hand, but you didn’t find it. You glanced over at Sonny, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands.
“A mistake.” He said quietly.
Your heart dropped into your stomach, and just like that, the smile was gone.
“What?” you replied, your voice laced with hurt.
“It was a mistake.” He repeated.
Standing up, Sonny found his boxers and quickly redressed.
“Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Sonny said, slamming the door behind him and leaving you, naked in his bed, confused and heartbroken.
The first question Sonny asks after the bugs have all been destroyed is about the rings. You and Nick have matching brushed gold bands- yours you always forget is there, but his he plays with when he’s nervous. Like now, he spins it around his finger and watches Sonny like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“We got married,” Nick says, “about two years ago.”
“Why?” Sonny asks.
His face is strained, hurt. You want to kiss the sadness away but you’re not sure if you can. You’ve never stopped loving him, aren’t sure if you ever can, but you love Nick just as much. It’s a mess now.
“We’re in love. We thought you were dead.”
“So you moved in on her as soon as I was out of the picture?” he spits at Nick. “Were you just waiting for me to vanish?”
“It’s not like that and you know it. Besides, you shouldn’t be interrogating us. Where did you go? Why did you let us think you were dead? Why didn’t you say something? Why did you know about the cameras? Whose body was in the river?”
“I wish I could explain,” he says.
Nick rolls his eyes and stands up, about to storm away when Sonny pulls something from his backpack. The casing is familiar- Nick’s knifes. He takes them with a look on his face that goes from relieved to excited to angry.
“Why do you have giant stuffed bear?” Sonny asks, admiring the soft fur.
At the memory of exactly why, Nick’s face heats up. “Hey sweetheart,” he calls, hoping you can hear him from the living room, “can you come here? I wanna show D- Sonny something.”
Getting to use his nickname still feels foreign, strange and awkward on Nick’s tongue and he forgets it more often than he remembers. Those thoughts melt away to be considered later when you walk into the room, eyes dilating at the bear on the bed. At first, you hadn’t been too into it, but Nick had helped you learn to love it, especially when he never shut up about how good you looked for him. He nods to the bear in a wordless cue, one you’re familiar with.
Sonny watches you closely as you undress and set your clothes aside before you climb onto the bed to straddle the bear like you would Nick or Sonny.
“Whatever you need, sweetheart, you don’t have to ask right now,” Nick says. “This is just to show Sonny how beautiful you look when you’re desperate for me.”
His words feel different in his mouth, unused to being in charge when Sonny’s around. But it doesn’t take much for him to slip into his usual
Mdominant headspace and fall into the little moans you make, gripping the stuffed animal with white-knuckled fists. Sonny’s eyes are wide, drinking it all in.
“Look at how desperate she is, and neither of us have even touched her. She’s so wet for us, aren’t you sweetheart?”
You nod.
Nick can’t just watch, he has to come closer and touch even if it’s only cupping your face for a kiss. The sound of Sonny frantically pulling off his pants to get a hand on himself feels louder in the room, every sound magnified, including the low, growling moans.
“Do you wanna watch her cum like this?” Nick asks.
He leaves your side to kneel in front of Sonny with an unspoken invitation.
Damn. I will be able to look at a teddy bear the same way again!
You were at the club with a few friends. You were drinking and laughing and having all types of fun. You had excused yourself to go get some air outside of the club. You made your way outside and to the side of the building as you placed your back up against the cold brick wall. You heard a noise, sounding almost like a moan. You were curious and looked around and saw a male pinning a female up against the side of the building, attacking her neck in kisses.
“Oh, god. I-I’m so sorry.” You said as she went to walk away. The male pulled away from the girls neck and saw that there was blood all over the guys mouth. Your eyes slowly widened and tried to figure out why he had blood on him. You stood there frozen for a moment before he chuckled.
“How about you go back in and have some fun. Pretend you didn’t see any of this. Alright doll?” He spoke to you. You slowly nodded as you backed away slowly and quickly turned to had back into the club. You had that look on your face as you joined your friends once again.
“Hey, (Y/N)! You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Your one friend said. You just shook your head and headed to get another drink from the bar.
“I’m good. I went to get some air and kind of saw two people… in the middle of sex.” You said as you grabbed the shot and instantly downed it. Your friends laughed and ordered a round of shots for them all.
“It happens when you’re at the club. Can’t wait to get home to do it. Anyways, we should be heading out soon.” Your one friend said as they downed their shot. You nodded to check the time. As you looked up, you stared across the club and saw the male that was in the alley. He smirked at you and sent a quick wink in your direction before walking over to a group of people and sat on the table with them.
When you walk in the door, Nick is drinking and looking at a folder. Work, probably, on that job that’ll get him his knives back. You’ve seen how upset he is about losing them, listened to how a lot of them held memories he wouldn’t want to lose.
“Nick.”
“One minute, sweetheart.”
“I brought company.”
He jumps up at those words, reaching for a weapon because he expects someone dangerous to have made you take them here. But then he sees Sonny and the steak knife in his hand clatters to the floor. His face drains of color like he’s seen a ghost, which you suppose he has in a way.
“You’re not dead,” he says in a strange voice.
“I should hope not.”
You step out of the way, and the moment you do Nick runs up to Sonny and pulls him into a tight hug, actually grabbing fistfuls of the back of Sonny’s shirt. It’s the same thing you were doing, trying to make sure that he’s real and not a mirage. While you can hear the low timber of Sonny’s voice, you can’t make out anything other than the quiet, soothing tone.
The two of them don’t split apart for a while but when they do, Nick pours out a second drink for Sonny and gestures for all three of you to sit down at the table, presumably to talk about this. You hold Sonny’s hand in yours once you’re all seated, still afraid that at any moment you’ll wake up and this’ll all be a dream.
Nick is the first to speak. “Where were you? Why did you let us think you were dead for so long? What happened?”
Sonny holds a finger to his lips and points at the corner of the ceiling. Bugs? Nick gets up and drags a chair over to climb on it and dislodge the small black thing from the plaster. He crushes it easily and lets the pieces fall to the ground.
“Any others?”
“One in each room.”
Including the bedroom and bathroom. The thought makes you a little sick to your stomach but you push it down while Nick goes to destroy the rest. Sonny’s watching the table intently, and it’s then that you realize how exhausted he looks.
The sun was just beginning to rise, the early light peeking through the cracks in the blinds, bringing a dim morning glow to your otherwise dark room. Blanketed in your favorite thick comforter with the warm body of your boyfriend pressed against your back, his arm slung around your waist to hold you close. You slowly move to look at him, his handsome face peaceful and pressed into the plush pillow.
“How did I get so lucky?” You quietly whisper to yourself as you caress his face as his eyes slowly flutter open. “Hey, there handsome.”
“Hey, doll.” He smiles, pulling you close to his chest and kissing your forehead. “It’s Sunday, what are you doing awake already?”
“Just thinking.” You smile pressing your lips to his chest.
“Bout what doll?” He asks as he runs his long fingers through your tangled curly hair.
“Just thinking about how handsome and sweet you are.” You bring your hand up to run through his greying hair. “You are such a wonderful man.”
He just smiles staring into your eyes as if searching for something deep within before pulling you close to him, hugging you to his chest. His arms desperately holding on to you as if he lets go you will disappear and when he lets go of you, he kisses your forehead.
“You are the perfect woman.” He sighs with a smile. “I’m so lucky I have you. You make me so happy.”
You think back to this morning and wonder how things got so screwed up. How did you end up here? When the two of you woke up this morning everything was perfect until he got called into work for a new case. Sonny getting called in like this isn’t unusual but you both hated giving up the time you were supposed to be spending together but what he does is important so you try not to complain too much. That is until you are sitting in a hospital waiting room because Sonny gets injured.
You had gotten a call nearly an hour ago from Amanda saying Sonny got hurt while out chasing the perp and you were terrified. Sonny always seemed to be getting hurt out on the job if not physically, then emotionally. Although he tried not to, your ray of sunshine carried the job home with him and some days he would be stuck in a depressive rut or be awakened by nightmares. So when you got the call you wasted no time rushing to the hospital to meet Amanda.
“So Superman, you gonna tell me how all this happened?” You ask, standing in the doorway of his room after the nurses finally told you that you were allowed in.
“Amanda didn’t tell you what happened?” He asks surprised as he looks up at you.
“Oh, she told me everything.” You laugh and shake your head as you walk into the room. “You’d think someone with long giraffe legs like you would be a little more graceful on them. You of all the people, you managed to take a tumble during a chase and dislocate your knee.” You lean over the edge of the bed to kiss him and he happily accepts it.
“I caught him.” Sonny shrugs with a smirk plastered on his lips.
“Yeah, and you caught a case of desk duty too.” You fold your arms across your chest, before taking a seat by his bed. “How long do the doctors say it will take to heal?”
“About six weeks.” He sighs looking down at his leg wrapped up in a brace. “You gonna take care of me?” He asks with pouty lips, batting his eyelashes.
“Nope, I’m sending you home with your momma,” You shrug. “I’m just playing, of course, I will take care of you. You are lucky it was your knee and not your hip, or I definitely wouldn’t be able to take care of you…” You trail off with a wink and he smiles wriggling his eyebrows.
“Thank God.” He laughs and pats the bed beside him. “Come up here and cuddle with me.”
“No funny business, pretty boy.” You joke as you crawl into the bed with him on the side with his good knee, careful not to even touch that leg. “I love you, Sonny.”
“I love you too, doll. More than you will ever know.” He smiles and kisses your temple, pulling you closer to his side.
“All jokes aside… Dominick Carisi, if you aren’t more careful out there I’ll be forced to either keep you locked inside or send you out wrapped in bubble wrap.” You run your fingers up and down his arm. “You are too important to me. I can’t have you constantly getting hurt.”
“I know, I promise I will be more careful next time and watch out for the birds.”
“Wait! You tripped over a bird?” You gasp as you sit up on the bed, looking down at your blessing boyfriend. “Real-life, modern-day David and Goliath story took place in New York, when a seemingly lowly bird took down the skyscraper-like Detective Carisi.” You say in the stereotypical radio host voice before busting out into a fit of giggles with Sonny and he just cherishes the laughs coming from your mouth and that you can always make him smile.
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