anon requested: – It’s Sunday. Which means relaxing all the day. Person B pulls up some old classical games. They end up doing some UNO and Monopoly. Person B is more competitive than Person A thought and they end up having an intense duel of what was supposed to be a casual game. I know this is Person A/B, but could you do the poly!verse? Thanks!

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Sonny narrowed his eyes above his cards before breaking out into a wide smirk. He slapped down a ‘draw four’ card on the table in the center of the pile of cards.

“Uno,” he crowed. “Pick four! Booyah!”

You and Nick exchanged a look, but obediently began to slowly draw four cards. “You know, there’s no prize if you win,” you pointed out to Sonny.

Beside you Nick snorted and you studiously avoided looking at him. This friendly game of UNO had became ultra competitive as, unbeknownst to you and Nick, Sonny began playing with a fervor he usually applied to finding suspects. He’d been gasping and mumbling and crowing triumphantly for the last fifteen minutes of the game and you had half a mind to suddenly ‘remember’ plans you had with your friends in order to escape. If this continued on, there was a very high probability that you would strangle him during Monopoly. That was not a game known for bringing out the best in people.

“Of course there’s a prize!” Sonny replied enthusiastically. He gestured impatiently at you to play a card. “The immense satisfaction that I whooped you both in UNO.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped a card on the table. At this rate, it was looking like Sonny would win. Nick rubbed a finger along his bottom lip as he looked down at his cards. His eyes flickered between you and Sonny and you prayed that he had something that Sonny was not going to be able to match. He tossed a card down carelessly with a smirk.

“Draw two,” he announced with a wide smile. You fist pumped at Sonny’s disgruntled expression and decided against trying to sneak away. At this point, you were determined to take him down.

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anon requested: For poly!verse: Person A, B, and C have a dishwashing list, showing who’s turn it is to wash the dishes. Person C usually never does the dishes. One evening. person B comes home to whining noises. They check the kitchen and see person C washing the dishes! …Under supervision of person A. They feel pity for person C and they help them out. Person A gives their strict behaviour up and joins them in. All the three are washing the dishes while talking about how their day was.

gave this a bit o..not really angst, but I gave it some bite? trying to write more dynamic relationships! hope you like it 🙂

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“It’s your turn,” you snipped back at Sonny. It wasn’t the first time you had said something to that effect, but you were getting increasingly annoyed with how much of a fuss he was putting up.

“I’m just saying,” Sonny continued stubbornly, “that I cooked last night. And in my family the chef never had to wash the dishes.”

“You volunteered to cook last night!” you cried, turning away from where you were wiping down the countertops. “Nick and I wanted to order delivery.”

“There was no point in ordering delivery when we had plenty of good food at home,” Sonny stressed. He scrubbed at a plate roughly before setting it aside to rinse. You heard the apartment door open and close– Nick must be back from his run–but you pressed on.

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“I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.” And Dorisi please

lesbiancarisi:

Mike’s been home for almost a month now, and Sonny still talks to him sparingly in a painfully cold tone of voice. He’s apologized, time and time again, but it never seems to do enough. Sonny’s couch still comforts him like it used to when he would crash in the middle of the day after pulling a double, but his sleep is restless with the interruption of nightmares. Sometimes it’s from his time in the military, others from his undercover stint, and still others from the shootings he’s been involved in.

This one is about the day Munson shot him. He can feel the panic again, followed by his muscles exerting during the fight, and then the explosive pain of the bullet burying itself in his torso. Terror grips at his lungs and he can’t breathe, he’s choking on his own blood. Everything’s so loud. People are screaming his name. He doesn’t know if Lisa is okay, because that’s all that matters. Just her.

“Mikey!”

His eyes shoot open.

It still takes him a few seconds to register the sight of Sonny leaning over him, brows drawn in and the corners of his mouth turned down.

“You were having a nightmare. It was just a dream. It’s not real.”

Mike sits up, forcing air into his lungs until he feels more in the present. The couch is familiar, and so is Sonny’s arm around his shoulders. For a split second he feels safe, but then he remembers the distance between them.

“I thought you were pissed at me.”

Sonny removes his arm and shifts away from him, making Mike feel empty inside. “I’m not pissed, just… just hurt. You abandoned me, and now you’re back, but I just don’t- I don’t know what to do, Mike. This is uncharted territory.”

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”

“As many times as I prayed for your soul, Mike.”

Then the distance grows greater when Sonny stands up to go back to the bed that used to be theirs.

Ouch.

I voted for Macaskill for senate in central at 9am. Can I please get 13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.” With poly!verse comforting reader?? Or something with Daddy (dom) nick. Your choice. I love your writing!

carisi-dreams:

went with poly!verse and some hardcore comfort fic! thank you for voting!

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You pressed your forearm tighter against your face, but the tears kept coming. It had been one of those days. One of those days that anyone who ever lived in New York had experienced where absolutely everything that could go wrong, did. It started when you forgot about a presentation at work, escalated as the lunch Sonny had prepared for you had been accidentally thrown away when someone cleaned the office refrigerator and made worse by an unexpected rainstorm where you had gotten drenched. By the time you had made it back to the apartment you had discovered that your purse had a hole in it and that although your ID hadn’t fallen out, two of your credit cards had. Add in chronic pain on top of that and you were ready to throw in the towel.

You cried harder as your side twinged and you wished you had thought to take painkillers before throwing yourself on the bed after drying off. You knew that Sonny and Nick would be home soon, so you needed to rein it in, but every time you tried to stop the tears just got worse. Before you could convince yourself to go back into the bathroom to dry off your face and splash some cold water on it you heard the front door of the apartment open.

“Honey, we’re home!” you heard Nick call cheerfully from the front.

“And we have food!” Sonny added. You could practically see the matching smiles on their faces and you tried to muffle your sob to no avail.

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carisi-dreams:

anon requested: my Klobuchar for senate, sent my absentee ballot two weeks ago! Central time zone. Sonny x reader “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.” (I got a breast reduction and im super self conscious of my scars 😩)

thank you for voting! slightly nsfw

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You turned the page of your book and wiggled your toes under the sheets absently. The weighted blanket you and Sonny had invested in was draped along the bottom of the bed and it was a pleasant weight on your feet. Next to you Sonny was doing something on his iPad and every so often he made thoughtful noises as he read. A few minutes later you heard him sigh and then place it on the nightstand on his side of the room before situating himself in the bed again. You had just gotten to a dramatic part in the book when you felt Sonny drop a kiss on your bare shoulder. You were clad in one of his tanks tops to sleep in, some hold over from college that was worn in and soft, and he moved the small strap to the side as the kissed your shoulder again.

You hummed inquisitively, but continued reading. Soon his fingers joined his lips and he began trailing a course down the center of chest with gentle fingers. The kisses on your shoulder worked themselves up to your neck and you leaned to the side to give him more access as you continued reading. He made a grumpy noise that had you biting back a smile as you turned another page.

“Trying to read,” you murmured as you kept your gaze fixed to your book.

“Me too,” he answered against the skin of your neck. He licked the line of your jaw and then pressed a sucking kiss to it. “Mine’s a picture book.”

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carisi-dreams:

a sfw snippet that takes place after sonny & nick both sub in the poly!verse

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You heard Sonny’s footsteps behind you as you continued to stir the skillet on the stove. He and Nick had both just arrived at home, and it was time of being together for so long that made you able to tell the difference in how they walked. Sonny’s footsteps tended to be louder, heavy and a little more fluid. Nine times out of ten Nick ended up startling you if he didn’t announce himself because he was so light on his feet.

Sonny pressed a kiss to the back of your head as he passed by and you smiled and turned to look at him. “Long day?” you asked. You watched in amusement as he leaned dramatically against the counter and brought a hand up to his forehead.

“The longest, doll. The longest,” he replied in a weary tone.

You made a clucking noise in sympathy and pulled away from the stove for a moment to press a kiss to his lips. He chased your mouth and pulled you into another kiss which you allowed for a beat before you pulled out of his grip and went back to the stove.

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Aww…poly!verse floof ❤

18. “why am I so easy to forget like that?” // supermodel | sza For the cartel!au

carisi-dreams:

thank you for requesting this (and always leaving such nice comments/replies on my fics!) 🙂 this part has more ~feelings

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Sonny leaned forward a bit in his chair. He spared a quick glance in Nestor’s direction before looking up at Miguel with an expectant smile. Miguel’s gaze was fixed on the paper’s in front of him on his desk so he didn’t see it. He had one hand holding them and the other paging through every so often. There was a deep furrow between his eyebrows and a downturn to the corners of his mouth. His body was held tightly, like a coiled spring, and although he was sitting in his office in his own house he was still wearing his suit jacket on top of his vest.

“We really doing this at your office?” Sonny asked lowly with a small smirk. His eyes danced with secrets. When Miguel finally looked up, though, he was taken aback by the barely contained fury in his eyes. Fire and ice. Sonny leaned back slightly, almost involuntarily.

“Where else would we discuss business, Dominick?” Miguel replied in a tone that was as businesslike as it was cold.

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hellosupernaturaldoctor:

Rings

A/N This is smut from the beginning. But it’s Angel smut and it’s Angel smut that features those sexy rings and fingers so I’m not even sorry. I also describe one of the rings Angel wears. But I took some creative license because for the life of me I can’t find a really good picture of his rings. But I’ve stared at the one on his left hand long enough to make me think it looks like some kind of feathers? Am I crazy?

If you reblog please remember to give me credit! XOXO

Usually before bed every night Angel would slip his rings off those long fingers before dropping them on the dresser next to his wallet and loose change. But tonight he hadn’t bothered, he had come home late, found you in bed already. He hadn’t said a word, just gave you a dark look- one you knew so well- and grabbed your ankle dragging you down the bed, while you let out a surprised laugh that quickly turned to a moan.

Now here you were hours later, both of you finally naked, except for those stupid, glorious rings. If you had been even remotely coherent and not on the verge of your third orgasm of the night, you would have cursed yourself for buying him that large feathered ring he wore on his ring finger. Because it was bumping so deliciously against your clit as he worked his first three fingers into you.

He had started with his tongue, then moved onto his tongue and his fingers, and was now curling his long fingers inside of you to the point that you thought you were going to cry.

“Angel, please, please” you moaned, arching your chest against his. His leaned his head down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. That’s what did it, what pushed you over.

“There it is” he said, pulling back to watch you come undone again. While you were still coming down he slipped his fingers out of you and came to lean over you.

“Angel,” you whispered, as he pushed into you. It was almost to much, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. Why would you? It was too good, he was too good. Especially as he started rocking into you. In fact, he had you asking for more, to go harder. He gave you one of those killer smiles, and reached up placing one of those ringed hands around your throat. You tipped your head back and moaned as he increased the pressure of his hand just enough to have your body humming once again. You trusted him implicitly, he had never, would never hurt you.

It was the fingers- his fingers- it was the cold metal of his rings against your heated skin. It was the feeling of him inside of you. Your body tightened around him once again and he slowed to watch you. He released his hold on your neck and leaned down kissing you again.

“I love you” he said, against your lips.

“I love you, too Angel”

I just finished working out…. but I think I’ll go another round.

Holy. Shit.

Mercy.

Polyamory: Meeting Them

eclecticminded:

So I decided to write a cute little polyamorous story with Barba, Carisi, and Amaro in at least 5 parts. This is the start, where you meet them all! This whole thing is very self indulgent and I just hope other people like it as much as I liked writing it.

You’re Olivia’s nanny and stay for a squad dinner where you meet everyone and get a little flirty. Polyamory feels just starting.

Warnings None

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carisi-dreams:

the last [directly chronological] part of this storyline: There’s a rat | trouble with the AB | limbo | demands | rescue & consequences | the rat | ladies interlude

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You paused in the shadows for a moment and watched as Cameron exhaled smoke into the night air. Taking the cigarette from behind your ear, nicked from Chibs moments earlier, you stepped into the patch of faded yellow light on the sidewalk behind the building. A nearby street lamp hummed in the background and it flickered like it was low on energy. You knew the feeling.

You brought the cigarette up to your lips before speaking. “Get a light?” you asked. Your voice came out muffled from behind the cigarette, but it still made Cameron startle and whirl to face you. You lifted a corner of your mouth in the imitation of a smile and they relaxed a little.

“Scared the shit out me,” Cameron groused with a hand to their chest still. You attempted a sheepish smile as you stepped a little closer.

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Whoa.