lesbiancarisi:

I’m in a Mike mood don’t @ me//

Mike’s voice is barely a growl in your ear, low and wrecked in the way it only gets when he’s holding back. Your back is against his chest, legs held open by his, kept still by one of his hands splayed over your lower stomach. His other hand is the one driving you crazy, slowly fucking you with his fingers to drive you crazy. Your grip on his wrist has to be too tight, but he doesn’t complain. Instead he says, “What, babygirl? That feel good?”

“Tease,” you complain.

He hums in response and slows down even more to a leisurely pace that can’t be anything other than teasing. Most of the time, he likes to just fuck you, no games, but occasionally he’s in the mood to make you beg for it. He’ll work you up until you can’t do anything other than squirm beneath him, watching him suck his fingers clean and jerk off. While he always fucks you, sometimes you have to wait until well after he’s started winding you up. Only once you’re sitting in a puddle of your own desire and glossy eyed with need will he give in.

That’s the sort of night you know you’re in for, not that you’re going to complain. 

carisi-dreams:

cause was answered here. 

the two ladies are friends by now. not close friends, or anything, but sonny’s old lady kind of takes nick’s old lady under her wing from time to time. 🙂

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Your eyes were somewhere up by your hairline by the time she got finished telling you about how she got her scar. Even though she was nonchalant about it you had a feeling it wasn’t such a casual thing at the time. No wonder Sonny was looking for ways to go legit and almost always had someone with her. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how she was his whole world and you were surprised that he’d only recently proposed. You thought the two of them were married all along and she just didn’t wear a bring because of work. She had one on now, though, something big and shiny with intricate metal work.

“No wonder Nick was so insistent I carry a gun,” you mumble half to yourself as you drain your iced tea. She lifted an eyebrow and gave you an impressed look.

“You know how to shoot it, babe?” she asked and now it was your time to seem nonchalant. You flicked some hair over your shoulder and smirked a little.

“I can do more than shoot it,” you promised and she nodded and a smile broke out over her face.

“Really?” She asked and this time when someone offered you food you accepted with a smile.

“Hell yeah. Growing up here? My dad taught me when I was a teenager. I’m a great shot. Have guns of my own, but Nick wanted me to carry something with—”

“No serial numbers,” she finished and you nodded. “You’ve got some secrets up your sleeve, half pint. I like that about you. It’s smart, to not wear everything on your sleeve. Let people make wrong assumptions and think you’re harmless,” she suggested and you smirked again and took a look around the room.

“I’ve never been harmless,” you confided and she laughed. “Just because I’m still learning about the hierarchy and rules and all doesn’t mean I’m half as dumb or soft as people think,” you added and she gave you a knowing look.

“Don’t I know it. I’ve been raised MC and some guys still treat me like I’m an idiot. More power to ‘em. Gets me hot to see Sonny put people in their place,” she said with a smirk of her own as she fingered her ring. The two of you sobered for a moment, remembering why you were here to begin with.

“They’ll be okay,” you said with confidence that you didn’t really feel, remembering her words from earlier. She gave you a faint smile and nodded as food was set before the two of you. Picking up her refilled glass she offered it to you in a toast. You clinked your glass against hers and took a sip, making a note to have them add alcohol to it for the next round.

“I’ll drink to that.”

imagine-rafaelbarba:

space-carisi:

alltherecs:

SHORT:

“You are infuriating!”
“Just kiss me.” 
“Fuck me.”
“Just shut up already.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Get over yourself.”
“Bite me.”
“Trust me. Please.”
“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”
“It’s not fair!”
“It’s called a fucking date.”
“I could kill you right now!”
“Kiss my ass.”
“Called it, fucker.”
“You are being ridiculous!”
“That’s irrational.”
“Listen to me!”
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
“Make me.” 
“I could leave you anytime I want.”
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“Did you forget to do something?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Don’t yell at me.”
“The stitches look nice on you.”
“That’s it. End of discussion.”
“My marks (lovebites) suit you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Run away with me.”
“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
“Stay the night. Please.”
“Are you wearing my shirt?” 
“I love you, but I can’t stand you.”
“You are ridiculously comfortable…”
“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”
“You shouldn’t have said that.”
“But it matters to you.” 
“Fuck you!”
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

RANDOM:

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”
“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?”
“I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”
“There’s no good dick in Jersey, that’s what I heard.”
“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”
“I mean, like, you suck sometimes, but I would do anything for you.”
“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”
“Give me cake or give me death.”
“On a scale from, ‘I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ‘I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?”
“Do you think that everyone was right? That we just don’t work?”
“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”
“It’s midnight, what do you want?”
“I think I know how to use a bed.”
“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”
“I don’t know if this is something we can fix.”
“Excuse me, have I given you any indication at all that I care?”
“All nighter, you and me. First one to fall asleep buys the other dinner.”
“You know I love to hold your hand, but today you just look too good from behind.”
“I’m not going to apologize for this. Not anymore.”
“You don’t think sweatpants are hot? I mean… these are an expensive brand?”
“That was supposed to be a secret? Whoops. My bad.”
“Give me a kiss. No wait…two kisses. No, three ki-”
“I love you. But that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you like.”
“Come here. I’ll play with your hair until you fall asleep.”
“Hey, talk to me. I don’t want to feel like I’m dating a stranger.”
“What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”
“Here we are in the middle of a crisis and there’s no cheesecake.”

TEXTING:

[text]: What do you want now?
[text]: Do you want to bet on that?
[text]: I may or may not have googled you, so.
[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…
[text]: Would it surprise you if I said I’m pretty proud of my legs?
[text]: [ File Attached: 008639.jpg ] Of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is by far my favorite.
[text]: You’re so fucking mentally and physically attractive at the same time that’s why I’m so crazy about you.
[text]: Life happens. Coffee helps.
[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.
[text]: I call bullshit.
[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?
[text]: You’re evil. It’s hot.
[text]: It’s fucking 3AM, what the actual hell?
[text]: Let me spell it out for you: Go to Hell.
[text]: I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship.
[text]: Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.
[text]: Because I’m prioritizing?

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frigidloki:

do you ever have those bloggers that you know by a nickname you kinda just gave them and you get excited to see them on your dash even though you’ve barely/never spoken to them ever

reblog if it’s okay for ur followers to come into your inbox and tell you what they nicknamed u

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please do!