Not sure how this works but everyone seemed to forget that Sonny got a truck and I need someone to elaborate on that please

Sonny bought the truck a few years ago. He’s a carpenter. He loves working and making things with his own two hands. It started when he took a class in high school for an easy credit.

He has made a rocking chair for you, a kitchen table for Ma, various end tables for his sisters and has made a lot of the furniture in your home. Prior to getting his own truck he always had to borrow one from a friend or have it delivered.

There was a video of Peter Scano behind the scenes planing some wood, then a pic on Instagram of him chopping wood. Someone (tag yourself if it was you) came up with woodworking!Sonny…

musicalmedic:

hellosupernaturaldoctor:

Y’all there’s more Angel as an artist. I stalked Clayton’s Instagram and he makes beautiful art.

*sobbing intensifies* @svucarisiaddict

Clayton has ruined me. @musicalmedic @hellosupernaturaldoctor

ooh could you do angry kisses with nick?

//I have had this in my asks for sooo long!//

“You couldn’t be any more aggravating if you tried”, Nick proclaimed as he followed you through the house. He pulled his tie from around his neck and slung it onto the dresser.

“Me? Aggravating? Well, isn’t that rich coming from you!” Storming into the bedroom, you kicked off your heels, then struggled to unzip your dress. “I just don’t get it, Nick. Why can’t you-”, the look in his eyes made you stop.

With one hand he gently grasped your face, “Don’t you ever shut up?” Nick roughly pressed his lips to yours. He finished unzipping your dress and pushed it off your shoulders.

When Nick pulled away you bit his bottom lip eliciting a growl. Once it was unbuttoned enough you pulled it over his head along with his undershirt. You started kissing his chest, moving you to the dip between his shoulder and neck. Nipping up to his lips.

Nick roughly kissed you. Tongue darting into your mouth, teeth hitting from his overzealousness. You could already feel your lips clapping and swelling. But damn you loved when he got a little rough. A little angry kissing is what you needed.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed. Kissing and nipping his way up your body. When his face met yours you pulled him in for a scorching kiss.

By the end of the night both of you were covered in bite marks, lips were swollen, Nick had scratch marks down his and you were sure you’d have bruises on your hips were he grasped you.

"What were we fighting about?” Nick murmured. His head was resting in your shoulder, his arm over your waist.

You lazily ran fingers through his hair. “I think who was more aggravating. And you definitely are.”

“Dont start unless you want another fight,” he teased.

“Consider me starting.” You rolled to straddle him, kissing up his chest.

We have seen Mike (Fine Go) and Nick (Stripper Incident) experience a rough patch with the Reader. What about Peter and Sonny? Have or will there be a big fight that tests their marriage as well? I love how you write angst.

// thank you for the compliment. I enjoy breaking my own heart sometimes. LOL//

Sonny and the reader had some strife in “I don’t want to lose you.” I’m not above putting them through more though.

Peter and reader definitely have some drama coming up. I have some ideas swimming around my head but nothing concrete yet.

hellosupernaturaldoctor:

More fuel for the Angel is an artist theory. It’s cannon now.

Credit to owner

@musicalmedic I am just over here minding my business and this shows up on my dash.

★Engagement + Peter Stone, Sonny Carisi, Nick Amaro?

SONNY CARISI

“Hey, Ma. Think we can have dessert now?” Sonny asked as his eyes darted to you then around the table.

“How in the world do you have room after that big dinner?” Teresa said. The Carisi Christmas dinner had been impressive. And you still had to go to your parents later that day.

“I’ll help you bring dessert out,” you offered.

“Oh thank you. Such a sweet girl, this one. You better do keep her,” his Mom said then winked at Sonny.

When you came back out of the kitchen, Sonny was on one knee, holding a ring box. You would have dropped the pie if Sonny’s Dad hadn’t taken it from your hand.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, these last few months have been the best of my life. I know we haven’t been together long but I know there is no one out there that can make me as happy as you have. I love you with everything I have. Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?” Sonny eyes were glassy and full of hope.

Sniffles and soft murmuring could be heard behind you from Sonny’s mom and sisters. Your chin started to tremble and you could feel tears falling down your cheeks. All you could do at first was nod your head. Finally you were able to eek out a ‘yes’.

Sonny stood and placed the ring on your shaking hand, his own hand was unsteady. He leaned down and gave you a kiss that curled your toes. The whole room erupted. Sonny picked you up and swung you around. “Best day ever,” he said softly against your neck.

PETER STONE

"Are you excited?” you asked Peter as you entered the stadium. He was asked to throw the opening pitch for a Cubs game. He had been practicing for a couple weeks, being careful not to aggravate his old injury.

“Nervous is more like it,” he said with a chuckle.

Peter’s pitch was perfect as it sailed over home plate. He waved to the cheering crowd. Peter jogged off the field to where you were waiting. He had a big smile on his face. “That felt so good. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.” He swooped you up in a big hug. “C’mon. Let’s go to our seats.”

During the seventh inning stretch Peter seemed more nervous. His leg was bouncing, he adjusted his watch giving you a tight smile.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Please bring your attention to jumbotron,” the announcer boomed over the speaker.

You tuned to look at the screen and saw yourself. Then you saw him, Peter was on one knee. “I had a big speech made up but it didn’t convey how much I love you and how much I want you to be my wife. I want to spend my life making you as happy as you have made me. Marry me, please.”

You covered your mouth in surprise. Peter took your hand and slipped the diamond solitare on your finger. “Of course I’ll marry you Peter.” Peter stood and pulled you into him for a kiss. The crowd went wild. ‘She said YES!!!” flashed on the jumbotron.

You took his hand pulling him to the exit. “You don’t want to stay for the rest of the game?”

“No I want to be with my fiance,” you said with a wink.

Peter flashed you a wide grin. “Lead the way.”

NICK AMARO

NIck had made multiple attempts to ask you to marry him, unbeknown to you. Seemed like something always happened, he was called in on a case, you had to work a double shift, you had a bad stomach bug one weekend you were supposed to go away. Nick wanted it to be romantic but it just wasn’t working out. Nick came in the door greeted by the smell of fresh baked peanut butter cookies, his favorite.

“Hey babe,” you said in greeting popping a cookie in your mouth. “How was your day?” you asked as you turned to pull another sheet of cookies out of the oven and sat them on the counter..

“It was good actually. Hoping it will get even better in the next couple of minutes,” he said with a shaky voice.

“Yeah? And why is th-,” your eyes grew big and your mouth dropped open in surprise. He was down on one knee. He took your hand. “My love for you has no end. You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul. I was wondering if you would spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Nick, oh my God! Yes! Yes!” you responded enthusiastically.

He patted his coat pocket. “Shit. Hold on. Sorry about the language,” he kissed you quickly then ran from the room. When he came back in he slid across the floor making you giggle. He opened the ring box.

“It’s beautiful, Nick,” you said in a whisper as he slid the ring on your finger.

“I know it wasn’t the most romantic proposal,” he said shyly with a shrug of his shoulders.

“It was absolutely perfect.” You stretched up and kissed him softly.

could we get a fic with a reader making mike come in his pants and then making him go about his day like that? i love your fics so much!!! thanks for sharing with us!

//Thanks babes for following, reading and sending asks!//

*Takes place the short time was Mike was acting commander, so he had Liv’s office 😉😏*

Mike enveloped you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his waist and tilted your head up to give him a kiss. “How was your appointment? Mike asked you as he sat back down in his chair.

You perched on the edge of his desk. "Good. Said we can… you know,” you said suggestively and waggled your brows.

Mike looked at you confused. “Oh. Best news I’ve heard all day,” he said when he realized when you meant. He pulled you into his lap. “What do you have in mind?”

“Surely you can guess,” you replied. When you repositioned yourself in his lap he was already hard. “Always so eager, Sarge. If just sitting in your lap gets you this excited…” you trailed off.

“Y/N. Not here,” he said rather stern when you got up to close the office door to the curious eyes and ears in the bullpen.

A grin spread across your face as you sauntered back to his desk. Your eyes never breaking from his. “Relax.”

He stood giving you a serious look. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

You backed him up to sit on the edge of the desk and cupped his erection. Mike took a sharp intake of breath. “I love how hard you get for me. It turns me on so much,” you whispered into his ear while slowly rubbing him through his pants.

“Y/N-we…shouldn’t, ah God,” he gasped out. He closed his eyes and reached out to grasp you hips.

“Just thinking about you pumping your big, fat cock in and out of pussy…mmm…makes me so wet,” you continued your voice husky. “Have you missed it?”

“Fu- ahhhhhh, I missed it so much,” he opened his hazel eyes. “I’m so close. God.” He grinded into your hand, looking for any friction. He bit down on his lower lip hard.

“Hmmm..just think about everything we’re gonna do to one another tonight.” You placed a kiss behind his ear.

That did. Mike cummed hard. You smirked at him. “Hope rest of your day is good.” See you this evening.“ You placed a kiss to his swollen lip.

"You know I dont have any clean pants, right?” Mike responded slightly breathless.

carisi-dreams:

the next part in nick’s storyline [Cartel makes contact | demands | rescue ]; previous parts can be found in my au masterlist on my blog
warnings: mentions of past sexual assault, mentions of past violence

Razor pierced himself with the sewing needle for as many times in the last five minutes. “¡Hijo de puta!”

He shook out his hand before popping his finger in his mouth with a grumble and a dark look at his kutte. Veronica pulled her gaze from the television to level another amused look in Razor’s direction. He caught her this time and his frown deepened.

“You know, some old ladies sew on the patches,” he pointed out. She arched an eyebrow and returned his pointed look.

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