just a formal post saying that I’m 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 i’m so excited you doing asks, i’ve been yearning to read your writing again. i need a carter ficcc so badly.
TRUST ME you’ll 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.
just a formal post saying that I’m 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 dad’s rules are unfair, but he reminds you what happens when you don’t listen.
Warnings/tags: Sonny Carisi x reader, The Last Of Us AU, FTM reader (not sorry), dad/son relationship, fauxcest, ‘kiddo’, ‘dad’ & ‘daddy’, 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 @carisisboy’s 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 wasn’t like other dads in Jackson.
Maybe it was because he wasn’t your dad at all.
You don’t 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.
Except you’re not allowed to call him dad when you go out.
You’re not allowed to kiss him or hold his hand, either.
It’s a silly rule you think, everyone always assumes he’s 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.
You’re 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.
Maybe it’s because you look funny. Maybe it’s because Sonny is so handsome. Whatever it is, it always makes you feel weird.
You’ve tried to complain to Sonny about it, but he always says it’s just in your head. Just your imagination or something.
But you know it’s not just your imagination when you see Amanda put her hand on his arm when he goes to grab a drink. You know it’s not just your imagination when he just lets it happen, or when he gives her a friendly smile.
It’s not fair, you think. If he would let you act how you do at home, Amanda wouldn’t look at him the way she does.
How’s anyone supposed to know that he’s off limits if you don’t get to show them?
You’ll fix that.
When he gets back you’re practically crawling into his lap, ignoring his current conversation and begging him to let you get something sweet. You haven’t really been known to have the best manners.
“Please? I heard there was pudding, you never let me have dessert!” You don’t think that’s fair either, since he wants to pretend not to be your dad.
You should be allowed to make your own decisions. You’re an adult, after all.
“Dad, please?”
Sonny gives you a look. You know the rules.
“Stoppit.” He huffs, pinching your thigh as a warning and ignoring your little yelp when he pulls you off of him like some clingy cat.
“Go get ya puddin’ ‘n then we’re leaving.”
You practically skip off to the dessert table, even though you know there’s 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.
“Hey, look how big she’s gotten!” 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 doesn’t 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 he’s already walking away, grumbling something about bad behavior.
He’s not your dad. Not really.
Despite that, you know better than to argue now.
You don’t get out much anymore, not since you stopped going on patrols.
It’s not like you got out much before that, anyways, except to work.
You don’t really have any friends here to hang out with, at least not any close ones.
The people here are kind of boring, you think. Some of the kids grew up here, they’ve never been outside the walls surrounding the small town. They don’t know what it's like out there.
They don’t know what you’ve seen, who you’ve lost. There’s even some parts you haven’t 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..
It’s too hard to connect with them. Besides, you like staying home. Dad is always bringing you things to keep you busy.
And it’s safe there, you don’t need to worry about what everyone thinks of you.
When you get home, Sonny still isn’t very chatty.
”Wash up ‘n put ya pj’s on.” He instructs you as he pulls off his boots, not sparing you a glance.
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 ‘don’t even think about it’ and ‘shut up’.
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 Sonny’s rules. But some of the rules are stupid.
Like, ‘Don’t let people in when I’m not home’.
Jackson is supposed to be safe, at least that’s what Amanda insists whenever she stops by unannounced and tries to let herself in.
You don’t really like her. She’s nice enough sometimes, but it always seems like she can’t take a hint.
And sometimes she's mean. You don’t know why she doesn’t like you, you’ve never been anything but nice to her.
It’s jealousy, maybe, you think.
But it’s not like it matters, dad’s the only person here you can trust. That’s what the rules are for.
That’s 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 don’t like what you see, but dad’s been helping with that.
A few months ago, he came home with a ‘surprise’. You’re not sure where it comes from, or how he got it. He refuses to tell you.
All he’ll say is that it’s going to make you look more like a boy. You’re not sure that it’s working.
You’re a little hairier, maybe. And Sonny’s always inspecting your.. growth.
It felt weird at first, him touching you like that, spreading you apart and just staring… You suppose you’ve gotten used to it.
It’s dark when you come back downstairs, finding Sonny sitting on the couch watching one of his stupid VHS tapes on the tv.
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.
He doesn’t look at you, just pats his lap.
You grimace, knowing what that implies.
Still, you lay yourself over his lap, jolting when his cold hands make contact with your skin.
“Don’t like doin’ this, y'know." He mutters, moving your shirt out of the way and tugging off your shorts.
“I know..” You sigh, resting your cheek against the couch cushion.
He hums, “You just don’t listen,” 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.
“What’d I say about callin’ me dad when we’re out there, huh?” Another swat searing your flesh.
You know him well enough to know that it’s not the nickname he cares about, not really.
You’re not sure what it is that he cares about. Another one of his rules you don’t get.
But ‘thems the rules’, as he so often reminds you. Rules are supposed to keep you safe.
“M’sorry-” 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, “Now you’re sorry..”
He tsks, shaking his head as he continues to spank you, watching as you squirm to try and escape the pain.
“All ya gotta do is follow a few simple rules, kiddo.. ‘s not hard, is it?”
It’s not. He’s not even that strict. He always gives you warnings and he doesn’t punish you for mistakes.
That’s not what tonight was, though. Tonight was intentional.
So you shake your head, tears stinging your eyes.
“C’mon, speak up,” Another harsh smack, “Is it that hard t’follow ya daddy’s rules?”
“N-no!..” You hiccup, “ ‘s not hard..”
You’re not sure what answer he was expecting, since he continues spanking you regardless.
“You gotta understand, buddy. That’s all this is..”
You don’t know how much longer it goes on before he's pressing a kiss to your tear-stained cheek, “You did so good..” he mumbles.
And then you feel his hand traveling somewhere else, to that sensitive spot between your legs he’s become.. familiar with.
It’s been a while now that he’s been touching you like this, giving you that kind of relief only dad can.
“Gotcha all worked up, huh?” He teases, rubbing you through the wet fabric.
You whimper, arching your hips to try and gain some more friction.
You’ve tried to chase the feeling yourself, but no matter what you do, you can’t seem to achieve what he can.
Sonny coos at you, “You wanna come, sweet boy?”
You nod desperately.
It’s pathetic.
He hums, “Yeah? D’ya think you deserve it?”
You sniffle, shaking your head, “No..”
You purposely broke the rules tonight. Pushed his buttons just ‘cause you could.
Sonny sighs, circling his thumb against your clit, “Ya gonna be good f’me now?” 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.
You’re 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.
Doesn’t 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.
“There ya go..” 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.
“C’mon, buddy, give dad a good one,” 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 you’re fully settled, your eyelids growing heavy. He strokes your cheek, “I know.. come on, let’s getcha t’bed.”
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.
You’re not sure exactly how old dad is, but he’s old, you know that for sure. So it’s 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.
He chuckles softly and steps out of his pants, laying beside you with and pulling the blankets up over your shoulders.
Your eyes are already shut when you settle against his chest, tucked under his chin like you’re something precious.
“There ya go..” he mumbles, wrapping his big strong arms around you, “Get some sleep..”
You muster up the last of your energy, “..love you, dad.”
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, “Love ya too, kiddo.”
He’s not your dad, but in so many ways he is. In all the ways that matter.
I’m fully expecting to be hounded bruh one of those discord “sorting it out” groups IT WASNT MEEEEEE IVE BEEN GETTING HATE ANONS IT WASNT MEEEEEE 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
fyi that new acc for that deleted user isn’t me👆🏻 i don’t care enough to be stirring any drama around. don’t want to be blamed for something I didn’t do lol
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