Author: shanonrutherford6973

Just a small town girl who loves L&O: SVU and fic writing

Can we get some Nick x Reader reconciliation smut please?

“God. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” you panted into Nick’s neck. Your hands clutched his shirt as he pressed his body flush to yours.

Nick’s hands brushed up your sides, pushing your Tshirt up and then over your head. “Such. Beautiful. Skin. So. Soft.” He said with reverence between peppering kisses along your collarbone. Warm hands splayed along your lower back pulling you closer to him.

“Too many clothes,” you complained pulling at Nick’s shirt. He pulled away long enough to rid himself of his shirt and you shed your bra. “Pants off,” you commanded. Hastily you stepped out of your cut-offs.

Nick fumbled with his button, then pushed his jeans and boxer briefs off in one swoop. His erection sprung free. You eyes greedily scanned your husband’s body. “I need you mi amor. Need to be inside you.” Nick’s eyes slid over your body with hooded eyes, his voice husky.

“Not as much as I need you.” You and Nick tumbled onto the bed. Nick crushed his lips to yours, parting your lips with his tongue. Nick’s thumb skimmed over a nipple while the other reached between the two of you. “Ahh.” You dug your nails into his back.

Nick took a sharp intake of breath when your hand took his length in your hand. “Easy, Y/N.” He ran a hand down the outside of your thigh, hiking it up.

“Please. Nick. I want you,” you pleaded. Nick’s fingers slid through your wet folds. “Oh. Oh, God. Please, Nick. Just fuck me,” you said breathlessly.

He lined up with your entrance and slowly slid into your wet core. “Jesus, oh God.” Nick stilled, relishing the feel of you wrapped around him.

“Nick, oh…” You dug your heels into his lower back encouraging him to move. Soon your hips were snapping up to meet his. It felt so damn good and you let him know just that.

Nick buried his face in your neck, mumbling in Spanish. You nipped his earlobe and neck, spurring him on. “I’m not going to – oh fuck baby.”

As you wrapped your arms around Nick, you felt that familiar pull low in your belly. The orgasm ripped through your body. “Nick- I’m, oh my God!”

Nick growled, and a couple thrusts later he found his release. He collapsed on your chest. Kissing your face, then finding your lips. “Y/N. That was…mmmm…” He rolled off you, then pulled you to his chest. “I love you so much.”

Throwing a leg over his middle you rested your head on his chest. “Amazing.” You placed kisses to Nick’s chest. “I love you too Nicky.”

Nick’s fingers ran over your thigh, up your side, and brushed up your arm. “So, uh, you up for…” He flexed his hips making his arousal known.

You sat up and without saying a word straddled Nick’s hips. “I think I could be persuaded,” you winked.

“I haven’t been okay for a long time.” – starisi

transdodds:

//Can be read separately or as a sequel to this// 

Sonny sighed, flopping backwards onto the bed causing Peter to look up from where he had been methodically folding t shirts. “Are you okay?”

“I haven’t been okay for a long time. Until this week. This week was better than okay. It was brilliant.” Sonny said, his voice turning wistful. “I wish we could stay. I don’t want to go back”

Peter knew what he meant. This week, spent in a tiny Italian fishing village, had been perfect. Peter wasn’t sure when he’d been this happy, this peaceful before, or when he’d see Sonny this carefree either. The fact that tomorrow they’d be flying back to Manhattan, back to the cases that got under his skin and never seemed to leave him, to the city that kept taking from him, it filled him with dread. “Me too”

“Then why are we going back?  I mean what’s really keeping us there?”

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My soft, sweet boys ❤❤

carisi-dreams:

the next part in this [There’s a rat | trouble with the AB | limbo | demands | rescue & consequences | the rat ] saga. this is the ladies interlude & a bit of a reprieve from all of the drama!

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“I’m expecting a friend in a few minutes,” you announced to Charlie as you padded into the living room.

You had a feeling he’d be patched through soon and Sonny had upgraded him from the menial prospect tasks to guarding you ever since he had figured out your location in the warehouse. Now he sat on your sofa and periodically looked out the window with a serious expression. There was another prospect on the front porch and were grateful that it had begun to cool down slightly. 

Danger or not, you’d have a hard time allowing Sonny to place someone outside for hours on end in eighty degree weather. It was finally a temperate mid seventies and ever so often a nice breeze blew through the yard, rustling the bushes and providing much needed relief to the prospect outside. Sonny was gone for only short stretches of time, still too afraid to have you out of his sight for long, but as some of the danger abated he extended his time a little longer.

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This is so good!