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just a formal post saying that Iâm now taking requests! to kickstart myself getting back into the fic game after taking a half hiatus for the last year!
- sonny carisi (svu)
- johnny fiest (law and order: CI)
- johnny dubcek (law and order)
- leon (the informers, clip on blog)
- carter (the cold lands)
- joel miller (the last of us)
- unnamed chef (Frances ha, clip on blog)
- hotel clerk unnamed (deception, also his role is 0.1 second and I have him in literal pixels but I wanna suck him off in the linen closet)
- cult leader (dark chamber, clip posted on blog)
- Adams (person of interest)
- Nate (mutual friends)
- Jack Crowley (Zenith)
honourable mentions: will write any au. Eg/ serial killer sonny, tlou au sonny.
will not write: underage stuff, scat, racism, beastality, ageplay, rollisi
will write; incest, fauxcest, smut, all fics will be gender neutral so everyone can enjoy, age gap, extreme age gap but legal.
eeek iâm so excited you doing asks, iâve been yearning to read your writing again. i need a carter ficcc so badly.
TRUST ME youâll get it i have a blurb for him already. I love each and every one of those characters in my own weird ass way. Full time employed with a full time education course btw the smut never stops.
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just a formal post saying that Iâm now taking requests! to kickstart myself getting back into the fic game after taking a half hiatus for the last year!
- sonny carisi (svu)
- johnny fiest (law and order: CI)
- johnny dubcek (law and order)
- leon (the informers, clip on blog)
- carter (the cold lands)
- joel miller (the last of us)
- unnamed chef (Frances ha, clip on blog)
- hotel clerk unnamed (deception, also his role is 0.1 second and I have him in literal pixels but I wanna suck him off in the linen closet)
- cult leader (dark chamber, clip posted on blog)
- Adams (person of interest)
- Nate (mutual friends)
- Jack Crowley (Zenith)
honourable mentions: will write any au. Eg/ serial killer sonny, tlou au sonny.
will not write: underage stuff, scat, racism, beastality, ageplay, rollisi
will write; incest, fauxcest, smut, all fics will be gender neutral so everyone can enjoy, age gap, extreme age gap but legal.
Summary: You think that dadâs rules are unfair, but he reminds you what happens when you donât listen.Â
Warnings/tags: Sonny Carisi x reader, The Last Of Us AU, FTM reader (not sorry), dad/son relationship, fauxcest, âkiddoâ, âdadâ & âdaddyâ, daddy kink, age gap (unspecified), dumbification (implied), reader is innocent and naive <3, dacryphilia? kinda, punishment (spanking), light humiliation/degradation, fingering (barely), aftercare
Word count: 2k
A/N: First TLOU AU fic for @carisisboyâs birthday!!!!!!! Thank you for helping me come up w/ the basis for this fic and thank you for always indulging my freaky thoughts about dad! <3
Your dad wasnât like other dads in Jackson.
Maybe it was because he wasnât your dad at all.
You donât think about life before Sonny much anymore, at least you try not to. You try not to think about anything before you arrived in Jackson⌠And even some things after that.
All that matters is you and dad now.Â
Except youâre not allowed to call him dad when you go out.Â
Youâre not allowed to kiss him or hold his hand, either.Â
Itâs a silly rule you think, everyone always assumes heâs your dad anyways, even if you look nothing alike. But dad knows best.. Most of the time.
Maybe that mindset is how you got yourself in this situation in the first place.
Youâre with him at the food court, a typical routine on weeknights. You should be used to it by now, the weird looks you always get.Â
Maybe itâs because you look funny. Maybe itâs because Sonny is so handsome. Whatever it is, it always makes you feel weird.Â
Youâve tried to complain to Sonny about it, but he always says itâs just in your head. Just your imagination or something.
But you know itâs not just your imagination when you see Amanda put her hand on his arm when he goes to grab a drink. You know itâs not just your imagination when he just lets it happen, or when he gives her a friendly smile.
Itâs not fair, you think. If he would let you act how you do at home, Amanda wouldnât look at him the way she does.Â
Howâs anyone supposed to know that heâs off limits if you donât get to show them?Â
Youâll fix that.
When he gets back youâre practically crawling into his lap, ignoring his current conversation and begging him to let you get something sweet. You havenât really been known to have the best manners.
âPlease? I heard there was pudding, you never let me have dessert!â You donât think thatâs fair either, since he wants to pretend not to be your dad.Â
You should be allowed to make your own decisions. Youâre an adult, after all.Â
âDad, please?âÂ
Sonny gives you a look. You know the rules.
âStoppit.â He huffs, pinching your thigh as a warning and ignoring your little yelp when he pulls you off of him like some clingy cat.
âGo get ya puddinâ ân then weâre leaving.âÂ
You practically skip off to the dessert table, even though you know thereâs going to be trouble once you get home. Worth it.. maybe.
He ignores you on the walk back, even when you stop to point out the animals you used to help take care of.
âHey, look how big sheâs gotten!â you call to him, climbing onto the wooden fence so you can pet the horse you had affectionately named midnight, after her matte black coat.
Sonny doesnât gratify you with a response, simply slinging an arm around your waist and pulling you back to the ground.
You huff, opening your mouth to protest but heâs already walking away, grumbling something about bad behavior.
Heâs not your dad. Not really.
Despite that, you know better than to argue now.
You donât get out much anymore, not since you stopped going on patrols.Â
Itâs not like you got out much before that, anyways, except to work.Â
You donât really have any friends here to hang out with, at least not any close ones.Â
The people here are kind of boring, you think. Some of the kids grew up here, theyâve never been outside the walls surrounding the small town. They donât know what it's like out there.Â
They donât know what youâve seen, who youâve lost. Thereâs even some parts you havenât told Sonny.
Sometimes you feel a bit jealous of them, getting to grow up in a nice place like this. They never had to go to bed with their belly half empty. They never had to lose someone.
They had real parents. Not just a guy who pretends..
Itâs too hard to connect with them. Besides, you like staying home. Dad is always bringing you things to keep you busy.Â
And itâs safe there, you donât need to worry about what everyone thinks of you.
When you get home, Sonny still isnât very chatty.
âWash up ân put ya pjâs on.â He instructs you as he pulls off his boots, not sparing you a glance.Â
Once again, you open your mouth to argue, to tell him that the sun has barely set, but there he is, giving you another one of those looks. Something between âdonât even think about itâ and âshut upâ.
You shuffle off upstairs silently.
It could be worse, you think. It has been worse.
You should know better than to complain, than to ignore Sonnyâs rules. But some of the rules are stupid.
Like, âDonât let people in when Iâm not homeâ.
Jackson is supposed to be safe, at least thatâs what Amanda insists whenever she stops by unannounced and tries to let herself in.Â
You donât really like her. Sheâs nice enough sometimes, but it always seems like she canât take a hint.Â
And sometimes she's mean. You donât know why she doesnât like you, youâve never been anything but nice to her.Â
Itâs jealousy, maybe, you think.Â
But itâs not like it matters, dadâs the only person here you can trust. Thatâs what the rules are for.
Thatâs what punishments are supposed to remind you.
You stare at yourself in the mirror as you brush your teeth, studying your appearance.
Your shaggy hair, the patches of acne.
You still donât like what you see, but dadâs been helping with that.
A few months ago, he came home with a âsurpriseâ. Youâre not sure where it comes from, or how he got it. He refuses to tell you.
All heâll say is that itâs going to make you look more like a boy. Youâre not sure that itâs working.
Youâre a little hairier, maybe. And Sonnyâs always inspecting your.. growth.Â
It felt weird at first, him touching you like that, spreading you apart and just staring⌠You suppose youâve gotten used to it.
Itâs dark when you come back downstairs, finding Sonny sitting on the couch watching one of his stupid VHS tapes on the tv.Â
You think the stuff he likes is boring, black and white sheriff shows from before you were even born. Maybe it reminds him of his job before all this.Â
He doesnât look at you, just pats his lap.Â
You grimace, knowing what that implies.Â
Still, you lay yourself over his lap, jolting when his cold hands make contact with your skin.Â
âDonât like doinâ this, y'know." He mutters, moving your shirt out of the way and tugging off your shorts.
âI know..â You sigh, resting your cheek against the couch cushion.
He hums, âYou just donât listen,â The statement is punctuated by his hand coming down across your ass, a sharp smack that has you biting your lip to suppress any sounds.
âWhatâd I say about callinâ me dad when weâre out there, huh?â Another swat searing your flesh.
You know him well enough to know that itâs not the nickname he cares about, not really.
Youâre not sure what it is that he cares about. Another one of his rules you donât get.
But âthems the rulesâ, as he so often reminds you. Rules are supposed to keep you safe.
âMâsorry-â You try, getting cut off by your own whimper as he lands a few more blows.
His big hand rubs the red mark left on your asscheek, soothing if only for a moment, âNow youâre sorry..â
He tsks, shaking his head as he continues to spank you, watching as you squirm to try and escape the pain.Â
âAll ya gotta do is follow a few simple rules, kiddo.. âs not hard, is it?âÂ
Itâs not. Heâs not even that strict. He always gives you warnings and he doesnât punish you for mistakes.
Thatâs not what tonight was, though. Tonight was intentional.Â
So you shake your head, tears stinging your eyes.
âCâmon, speak up,â Another harsh smack, âIs it that hard tâfollow ya daddyâs rules?â
âN-no!..â You hiccup, â âs not hard..â
Youâre not sure what answer he was expecting, since he continues spanking you regardless.
âYou gotta understand, buddy. Thatâs all this is..â
You donât know how much longer it goes on before he's pressing a kiss to your tear-stained cheek, âYou did so good..â he mumbles.
And then you feel his hand traveling somewhere else, to that sensitive spot between your legs heâs become.. familiar with.
Itâs been a while now that heâs been touching you like this, giving you that kind of relief only dad can.Â
âGotcha all worked up, huh?â He teases, rubbing you through the wet fabric.
You whimper, arching your hips to try and gain some more friction.
Youâve tried to chase the feeling yourself, but no matter what you do, you canât seem to achieve what he can.
Sonny coos at you, âYou wanna come, sweet boy?âÂ
You nod desperately.
Itâs pathetic.
He hums, âYeah? Dâya think you deserve it?â
You sniffle, shaking your head, âNo..â
You purposely broke the rules tonight. Pushed his buttons just âcause you could.
Sonny sighs, circling his thumb against your clit, âYa gonna be good fâme now?â You give another quick nod.
You will, you really will.
And he caves. He always caves.
Your head feels all fuzzy as he pulls off your underwear, sliding them down your legs until they hang off your ankles along with your shorts.
He makes quick work of you after that, pressing his hand against your back until your back arches in just the right way, exposing your pussy to him in the most embarrassing way.
You think he does it on purpose, humiliates you like that.
You think you probably deserve it after your stunt tonight.
Youâre already soaked when he parts you with his fingers, which earns you a hum of what you assume to be his approval.
You fail to suppress a shiver when he lets a glob of spit fall onto your pussy, using his thumb to swipe it down onto your clit.
Or, your dick as he sometimes calls it.
Doesnât matter to you either way. All you care about is how good it feels when he touches it.
His index finger teases in between your folds, pulling another whine out of you.
âThere ya go..â he coos, just barely pushing the tip of his finger in.
He continues rubbing your clit in time with the shallow thrusts of his finger, and just that is enough to make that familiar feeling pool in your tummy.
âCâmon, buddy, give dad a good one,â he encourages, humming in satisfaction as your legs twitch and you topple over the edge with a moan.
He presses another kiss to your cheek and eases his fingers away from your oversensitivity, murmuring soft comforts as he tugs up your bottoms.
Sonny helps you sit up, holding you in his lap for a moment until youâre fully settled, your eyelids growing heavy. He strokes your cheek, âI know.. come on, letâs getcha tâbed.âÂ
He lifts you up and places you right on your feet, chuckling softly when your legs wobble. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you with a grunt, huffing as your head finds purchase in his shoulder.
Youâre not sure exactly how old dad is, but heâs old, you know that for sure. So itâs always a real treat when he makes the extra effort to carry you, knowing damn well how his back is gonna feel the morning after.
Once he lays you down in his bed you crawl right under the covers, reaching out for him.Â
He chuckles softly and steps out of his pants, laying beside you with and pulling the blankets up over your shoulders.Â
Your eyes are already shut when you settle against his chest, tucked under his chin like youâre something precious.
âThere ya go..â he mumbles, wrapping his big strong arms around you, âGet some sleep..â
You muster up the last of your energy, â..love you, dad.â
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, âLove ya too, kiddo.âÂ
Heâs not your dad, but in so many ways he is. In all the ways that matter.
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Iâm fully expecting to be hounded bruh one of those discord âsorting it outâ groups IT WASNT MEEEEEE IVE BEEN GETTING HATE ANONS IT WASNT MEEEEEE đđđđđđđđđđđđ
fyi that new acc for that deleted user isnât međđť i donât care enough to be stirring any drama around. donât want to be blamed for something I didnât do lol
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