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how about theme park with nick?

“Your face coming down that first hill was like ‘ahhhh’ ”, and you made a wide eyed scared face.

Nick burst out laughing, “Not any worse than you digging your nails into my arm!” Both of you doubled over laughing. You gave him a playful smack on the arm. “Ow! You wound me my love.” He rubbed his arm feigning injury. 

Once both of you gained your composure, you went in search of food. After a corn dog, French fries and a fresh lemonade, Nick decided to rest on a bench in the shade. He put his arms around your shoulders and you leaned into him.

“What do you want to do next? Another ride? Play some games?” He lazily traced his thumb back and forth on your shoulder.

Scrunching up your face and rubbing your belly, “Let’s play some games. Not sure my stomach can handle another ride yet.” 

“Skee-ball! My favorite!”, Nick exclaimed. “I kick butt at this game.”

“Uh, you’ve met your match, hombre. Prepare to go down.” Gesturing with your hands and smirking at Nick.

“Is that right?” He rubbed his chin, thinking. “Well then, let’s make this interesting, mi amor. If I win, you cook, clean up AND I get a blow job, every night for a week.” He crossed his arms, over his chest and smirked, looking rather pleased with himself.

Nodding your head, “Okay. If I win, you wash dishes, clothes, cook and we’ll do whatever I want in bed.” You stuck your hand out to Nick.

He studied you for a beat then grasped your hand in a firm handshake, “Deal. I don’t know if I wanna win or lose.” His face broke into a big smile.

Rubbing your hands together, you stated, “Winning feels good! I’ll have a dinner menu prepared tomorrow evening Detective.”

Nick rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I still didn’t really lose though. C’mon let’s go home. You can cash in on the first night of your winnings.” Nick waggled his brows.

“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” + hitman!nick ?

lesbiancarisi:

so I know you’re all probs sick of this storyline, but I’m,,, not done //

Nick had opened the drawer to get the 99% he likes to use to clean his knives. Sitting at the very top is a collection of photos he doesn’t recognize. While curiosity puts them in his hands, numbness keeps them there. The first photo is one of him sleeping with Mike’s hand next to his body. The next is also of him, sitting at the edge of a bed with his back to the camera. He recognizes the shirt as one that Mike lent him in one of the days he spent in Mike’s room following the guards attacking him- before he found out he was a well kept prisoner and not an employee. They get worse the longer they go on. Pictures of him changing in his room when he thought he was alone. There are several of him in the shower. In one of the last photos in the stack, he’s facedown on a bed with bruises from the guards marring his skin. He doesn’t know how to describe the feeling looking at these photos. It’s strange, yeah. He didn’t know the pictures were being taken, he didn’t consent to them, and now they’re in his kitchen in a tangible reminder of being betrayed and hurt. Nick holds them in a tight fist as he storms to the living room and throws them down on the coffee table in front of you and Sonny.

“What the fuck are these?”

You pick them up and examine them before dropping them like you’ve been burned. “When you were gone, Dodds sent them to me and Sonny to upset us.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know. He- I didn’t know.” Nick thinks back to the one afternoon he did know that pictures were being taken. Smiling. Laughing. The flash of the camera. Fear. “Why did you keep them? Are there more?”

Sonny stands up and leaves the room, leaving Nick alone with you and the pictures on full display. The best word he’s come up with to describe how he feels is violated. He wants the pictures gone. Now. But he can’t bring himself to touch them, knowing what they are. More than once he reaches for them but his pounding heart stops him before his fingers make contact. The way you look at him makes his heart sink too, seeing the pity in your eyes and your worried expression.

Then Sonny comes back and hands Nick a few more pictures. The first is torn so that it’s just him, smiling at the camera. But he knows that the other half of the image was Mike smiling with him. The next is him holding one of the new knives Mike had given him, an excited look on his face. Then come the ones from the photoshoot. Staring at something behind the camera downright adoringly. Then relaxed and spread out on the mattress. Then there’s the worst one. He’s lying on his back, laughing a little. His hands posed at his sides, shirt hiked up, Mike’s arm along the side of the picture. Moments after this was taken, things got darker. 

Nick thinks he’s going to throw up. He drops the photos to the carpet and if he could move, he’d run. His chest is burning and he can’t breathe, oh God he can’t breathe can’t breathe he’s suffocating and he can’t think. Cold hands close around his wrists and he nearly screams, trying to jerk away because he can’t move can’t think can’t breathe. 

“Breathe, Nicky, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

A second voice, higher-pitched, chimes in. “Stop, I don’t think that restraining him is helping.”

Reluctantly, he’s released and Nick stumbles backwards because all he can see is the flash of the camera. Ghost hands pinning him down, being growled at to ‘fucking stay still, or I’ll make you.’ He can’t do anything to save himself.

I will never tire of this storyline @space-carisi . Thank you for it!

ummm phillip in glasses is EVERYTHING?? could i request a prompt where peter gets glasses and the reader wants him to fuck her wearing just the glasses??

“Why is it bothering you so much?” You moved around the kitchen, finishing dinner. “A lot of people wear them, Peter. I wear them for reading.”

Peter sighed, “Yeah but you look cute when you wear your glasses. I’m just going to look like an old man.” Peter made the kids a plate, while you dished out food for the two of you.

“Don’t forget to pick yourself up a cane and hearing aide too.” You smirked at him. Peter rolled his eyes making you snicker.

“Dad. Did you know what? My best friend has glasses. And I like him. I’ll still like you too”, Julian stated matter of fact. He took a big bite and grinned.

Peter chuckled and ruffled Julian’s hair. “Thanks man.”

The next week you had a long break during lunch so you decided to visit Peter.“Hey Carmen! Is Peter busy? I brought him lunch.” Approaching her desk, you placed a sandwich and drink in front of her.

“Y/N, go on in. He won’t mind. Thank you for lunch. It’s been crazy.” She gave you a smile.

Peter’s back was turned when you came in the door. You placed his lunch on the desk. He was on the phone, he laughed, “A plea deal, now? I dont think so. He had his chance. I’m sure. Good bye.” He hung up and turned around.

You stopped in your tracks. ‘Whoa. He looked hot!’, you thought to yourself.

“Darling.” He walked to you and wrapped you in his arms. “Just the person I needed to see”, giving you a squeeze.

Leaning back you got a good look at him. “Picked your glasses up I see. How do you like them?”

He pulled them off and put them in his breast pocket. “Hate them. Nice to see better, but-”

“Put them back on. Please” you responded gently biting your bottom lip. Peter obliged. “You look hot babe.”

Peter grinned, “Yeah. You think so?”

“Hell yeah I do. In fact, why dont you fuck me, wearing only the glasses?” Running your hands up his chest to the back of his neck you pulled him down to you for a kiss.

He groaned into you mouth. “Home. Now.” Taking your hand he practically pulled you from his office. “Carmen. Cancel my one o’clock meeting, please.”

Planets into Motion {Part 4}

thatonecurlygirl:

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Peter Stone x Reader

Word count: 1.6k+

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Long fingers intertwined with yours as you stand in the fifth row of pews at the beautiful chapel. The familiar melody plays as the tall wooden doors open and a beautiful woman clothed in all white, hanging on to a red-eyed man’s arm, steps in. One by one each row of pews stand to their feet until everyone stands, not only in formality but in awe of the moment — you don’t even really know the girl but you are nearly in tears.

“My God, she’s beautiful.” You gasp, more-so to yourself than anyone else but Peter hears and let out a small chuckle.

“The two of you would get along well.” He squeezes your hand as she makes it to the end of the aisle and to her groom.

The wedding went on without a hitch, it was beautiful and lively — almost fairytale like. You haven’t been to many weddings in your lifetime but this one was by far the most spectacular one. You were beyond excited for Peter’s friends — who were strangers to you — but that didn’t matter at all. Love is love and you could see it in their eyes, that’s all you cared about. They way the two practically skipped back down the aisle and out of the chapel doors had you giddy in excitement.

“That was beautiful!” You exclaim with a child-like twirl as you and Peter walk to his vehicle. “I’ve never been to a wedding that was so- so… magical!” You turn to him wide-eyed with enthusiasm.

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Oh my God!

mademoiselle-black:

I’m reading all these Rafael Barba fics and almost every goddamned time the reader puts on his discarded shirt from the night before it’s a WHITE one. Guys have you seen this man’s fashion choices? He wears patterns with patterns on top of patterns with suspenders that have, you guessed it… PATTERNS.

Here’s a few examples:

Facts.