Summary: Uncle sonny, your mom; Captain Olivia Bensons best friend, comes to the rescue and takes care of you in your childhood bed
Warnings/tags: Sonny Carisi x reader, Moms Best Friend, FTM reader (not sorry), uncle/nephew relationship, fauxcest, age gap (55+, early 20s), manipulation, dubcon, secret relationship, fingering, oral sex
Word count: 1.3K
A/N: MBF MBF!! Uncle Sonny is so icky I love him <3
Your uncle Sonny has been around for as long as you can remember now.Â
Every Christmas, every birthday party, every school event, he was there without fail.
You love your uncle Sonny, heâs like your best friend. But his wife is a problem.
Sheâs nice enough when she wants to be, at least for the sake of her kids, but sheâs been known to start arguments with you.
Over what, youâre never really sure. You donât even get what her problem is. Sheâs a grown woman, after all.
Well.. you didnât get it at first. Now you know she has a reason.
Itâs been a few months now since you and Sonny started sneaking around, meeting up past your curfew or on his lunch break. Sometimes youâll even hang out in his office when youâre just having a day.
It started innocently enough, lingering touches and cheek kisses that were a little too close to the mouth.
Then one night you got drunk. More like wasted, really.
You called your uncle in a haze, asking him to come pick you up from some shitty bar your friends dragged you to.
You didnât mean to drink so much but you knew your mom wouldnât be happy. In fact, you knew uncle Sonny wouldnât be either, but he doesnât have the authority to ground you.
Sonny is more than happy to come get you if it means you wonât be out wandering the streets of manhattan till god knows when.
He hauls you into the backseat of his new car and gets you settled, muttering something about being more careful with your alcohol. Your head is too hazy to really hear him.
Now, Sonnyâs never been known to be sneaky. Heâs six feet tall with the legs of a baby giraffe. But that doesnât stop you from scolding him as you approach the front door, arm slung over his shoulder as he holds you to his side.
âShhhh!â You warn him, knowing that your mom is gonna chew your head off if she sees you in a state like this.
And youâre successful, mostly, save for a few creaks in the floor and clumsy bumps, Sonnyâs laying you down in your bed before you even know it.
Your childhood bedroom hasnât changed that much, framed photos of you and your mom, some paint leftover from the flowers that used to be pained on your walls, the same old bed frame that uncle Sonny got you for your thirteenth birthday.
Youâre older now, and a little bigger, but you canât beat to part with it. It still serves its purpose after all, you sleep better here than anywhere else.
You whine when Sonny starts tugging at your clothes, trying to push his hands off in confusion.
âCâmon, kiddo..â he whispers as he fumbles with the button to your jeans, âletâs get you comfy, okay?
You donât really have the strength to protest so you flop back against the sheets, letting your eyes fall shut while your uncle strips you.
Itâs fine, you think, itâs not like he hasnât seen you before. But it feels different now than when you were a kid.
And it definitely feels different when those big hands of his start to travel between your legs.
You sit up on your elbows and glance down at him, taking in the hungry look in his gaze.
âwhatâre you doing?..â you murmur, and you must look pathetically confused because he cups your cheek all gentle and coos at you, âSorry, buddy.. youâre just.. worked up, âs all.â
A frown pulls at your lips and you squeeze your eyes shut once again, your face flushing with embarrassment.
You should have known this would happen.
You donât know whatâs gotten into you lately, the way your tummy twists sometimes when he looks at you. The goosebumps you get when he touches you..
Youâve had crushes before, sure, but this canât be that. Heâs your uncle!
Youâve tried your hardest to push these feelings away, bury them deep down, but clearly your drunken state has only exasperated them.
âHey, hey..â he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb and kissing your forehead, âsâokay.. thatâs normal, yâknow?â
You peek at him, âIt is?..â
He nods, and the hand not cupping your cheek begins to rub your thigh, his thumb brushing against the bandage from this weeksâ t injection.
âOf course, kiddo.. âs perfectly normal to feel a little funny when youâre wasted like this,â he lets out a soft chuckle, âlord knows Iâve had my fair share of beer boners.â
You huff and stick your tongue out at him, âGross,â
His smile only widens as he continues to stroke your cheek, âwhaddya say I help ya out, huh?.. make ya feel good for a bit?â
Your frown returns at that. You donât think heâs really supposed to be doing that..
âI dunno.. youâre..â
âIâm not blood, ya know,â he says, and you guess thatâs true..
âCâmon, anyone ever touched ya like that before?â You balk at the question.
Youâre definitely not supposed to talk about this kinda stuff.
âI..â
âNo, right? Ya woulda told uncle Sonny wouldnât ya?âÂ
You concede with a nod.
âThose kids ya age,â he shakes his head, âThey donât know what theyâre doin..â
He pauses, âDonât ya want your first time tâbe special?â
You chew on your lip, considering his offer, âI.. I guess..â
âLet me help ya then, honey,â he all but begs, looking at you with those stupid blue eyes you canât seem to get enough of.
âOkay..â you mutter, laying back against the pillows.
He spreads your thighs apart once again and starts to rub your clit with his thumb as he runs a finger through your wetness, making you shiver and let out a little moan.
âAll this fâme, huh?..â he sighs, and you can feel his breath against your skin.
And suddenly his mouth is on you, his tongue darting between your folds.
You bite your lip, your hands finding purchase on his head as he laps up the mess between your thighs.
When he manages you pull a moan out of you with a particularly harsh suck of your clit he glances up at you,Â
âShhh,â he warns, âDonât wanna wake up ya ma,â
You give a nod, and before you know it heâs offering you his fingers to suck on..
You hesitate for a moment before allowing them into your mouth, where Sonny pokes and prods around to seemingly collect your saliva.
As soon as theyâre there, theyâre gone, back between your legs and prodding at your hole.
You give a little tug on his hair, glancing down at him anxiously. Youâve neverâŚ
âI gotcha,â he assures you softly, âjusâ relax..â
And you try your best, even as you feel one of his slick fingers easing inside, your face twisting up in discomfort.
Sonny knows what heâs doing though, focusing his attention back on your clit while he gives shallow thrusts, eventually bringing you back to pleasure.
God, heâs good at this.
Heâs unrelenting, slicking on your clit in time with the thrusts, and you have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from getting too loud.
When he squeezes in another finger, you feel that knot in your belly start to tighten and you give another tug on his hair, whimpering softly.
âSonny-â you whine, arching your back off the sheets as he continues.
Your body shakes as your orgasm hits you, squeezing your eyes shut and holding down his head in an attempt to chase the sensation.
When you hear him groan in response, you pry your eyes open just in time to catch the look on his face as he comes himself, painting your carpet with his spend.
You pull a pout, âYouâre cleaning that up..â
He huffs and gives you a dopey smile, wiping his slick fingers on your thigh, much to your displeasure.
â âcourse, kiddo,â he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, âgetcha all cleaned up, alright?â
You nod, letting your eyes fall shut once again before he can even stand up.
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.
