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Fluffy/Blushy Sentence Starters

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aka “I can feel my cheeks blushing from just thinking about what I want to say to you”

  • “I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
  • “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
  • “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
  • “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
  • “I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”
  • “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
  • “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
  • “You look really cute in that sweater.”
  • “Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”
  • “No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
  • “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
  • “You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
  • “God, you always make me blush so damn much.”
  • “I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
  • “Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”
  • “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”
  • “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
  • “Could you hold my hand?”
  • “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”
  • “I really love holding you, darling.”
  • “That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”
  • “Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”
  • “Your lips are really warm.”
  • “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
  • “No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
  • “My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
  • “Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”
  • “Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”
  • “You don’t need to leave so soon.”
  • “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
  • “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”
  • “You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”
  • “You make me so happy.”
  • “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”
  • “You made these cupcakes for me?”
  • “I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”
  • “Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”
  • “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
  • “You make me feel so damn gushy.”
  • “How do you always manage to look so captivating?”
  • “Would you mind if I kissed you?”
  • “Are you sugar personified or something?”
  • “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
  • “You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”
  • “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
  • “Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”
  • “Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.”
  • “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”
  • “I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”
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Send em folks! Sonny, Nick, Mike or Peter. I love fluff, yes I do!

hi yes can you please write something where peter comes home from court still in a mood and dicks you down hard core without saying anything because yesssss

//God Peter can be a beast sometimes. I believe this ask may stem from this gif, away we go!  *NSFW* //

 Hearing the door slam, you called out letting Peter know you were the kitchen. “Feel like a glass of wine, babe?”, you asked Peter.

When he didn’t answer, you turned to find him staring at you. The carnal look you saw in his eyes was unmistakable. He stalked to you, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Peter pressed you against the kitchen counter. His hands slipped under your t-shirt. His cool hands on your hot skin caused your breath to catch. He tugged the shirt over your head.

God you were wet. You squeezed your thighs together for some sort of friction. Before another thought crossed your mind, Peter had your shorts and panties off.

He spun you and pressed gently on you upper back to bend you over the counter. The marble was cold on your already sensitive skin.

You heard his zipper. He grabbed your hips and buried himself in you in one thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming. You cried out in surprise. Peter was huge. He gave you a moment you acclimate. When you nodded he started pounding into you hard and fast.

“Fuck Peter that feels good” you praised him. “Harder, baby, faster.” He let out a growl and sped up his pace. He dug his fingers into your hips.

The only sounds were your bodies coming together and ragged breathing. You felt the fire building low in your belly and spreading through your whole body. “Peter, oh, ah, God. I-” Your body exploded as your orgasm washed over you.

Peter’s hips snapped, jerked erratically. “Fuck, you are..God. He thrust one last time and spilled himself into you with a few small thrusts then stilled.

His hands ran up you back. He drapped his body over yours, kissing your neck. ” That. Was. Amazing.“ He slowly drew out of you. He turned you around. He looked down at you, “I love you darling. Thank you.” He gave you a sweet kiss.

“And I love you.” You tapped his nose and grinned.

anonymous asked:

Damsel in distress request with Nick Amaro ?!

//I messed up saving an ask 🤦🤷anyway…//

Putting a hand to your head you groaned and slowly opened your eyes. Why did your head hurt so much? Why did it feel like your mouth was full of cotton? And most importantly, where the hell were you?

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It should be a fun evening with Nick’s squad. Food, drinks, watching the kids run around, and just hanging out. It was rare that all of you had down time to get together. You had been looking forward to it all week.

“Everyone is here, just waiting on you”, Nick said. You could hear chatter in the background, kids squealing.

“Putting stuff in the car now. I should be home in 10 min-” What could only to a gun was being shoved into your rib cage.

A mans voice gruffly whispered into your ear, “Scream and I pull the trigger.” Bile rose in your throat but you were able to nod your head. “Get in and drive.”

“Y/N? Y/N? Answer me. Wha-” The panic obvious in his voice.

“She’s unavailable right now.”, the mans gravley voice gave you chills.

“Who the hell is this? I swear to God if you-” Nick’s voice was filled with anger

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He hung up and threw the phone out of the window.

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Nick had his phone on speaker so everyone heard the exchange. “Call 9-1-1 get them to Granger’s Grocery on Marcus Ave”, Nick yelled as he ran to the house. He came back out tucking his handgun in the back of his pants and raced to the car.

“Nick, my car. It’s not blocked”, Sonny called to him. They both jumped in a sped toward the store.

When they arrived, the scene was being taped off and two other officers were talking to bystanders. Nick jumped out of the car before Sonny even stopped. Nick flashed his badge to one of the officers.

“I’m Detective Amaro. It was wife that was kidnapped. What do we know? Did anyone see who took her? Which way they went?.” He rapid fired questions at the cop.

“Officer Wilson. They witnessed a male and a female get into a black SUV. Female was driving They headed west on Marcus. My partner is talking to the manager now to get security cam footage.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We found her purse in the spot she was parked and her phone at the entrance to the parking lot.”

Sonny jogged to the entrance of the store, “I’ll go see what they got.” Nick nodded.

“Shit!”, Nick exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. “We need to get the area canvased, phone to be dusted for prints. And why is it taking so long to get that damn footage?” Nick was yelling now.

As if on cue Sonny came out of the store. “I saw the footage. Nick. It was Stan Davis. He took Y/N.”

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He kept the gun on you while he gave you directions. The further you drove, the more run down the neighborhoods became. At this point you were on auto pilot, fear gripped your heart. Would you see the kids and Nick again?

”Stop here. Cut the engine.” He grabbed the keys out of the ignition. You took in your surroundings. All the houses seemed abandoned. Windows were broken or boarded up, trash strewn everywhere and over grown grass.

He got out of the SUV. He came around and opened your door. “Out. Now.” You were frozen. He yanked you out. “Ooph”, the wind was knocked out of your lungs when you landed on the hard ground.

He jerked you up and about ripped your shoulder out of joint. You cried out when he twisted your arm behind your back and shoved the gun back into your side. He laughed maliciously.

He lead you up the stairs of a delapidated house. The door slammed causing you to jump. You turned to look at him. He was at least a foot taller than you, light skin, light hair and dark eyes.

He tucked the gun into his pants and stalked to you. Backing up away from him, you found yourself against a wall. Tears fell down your cheeks, you swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Now the fun really begins” he whispered into your ear and he pushed himself against you.

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Nick eyes widened. Stan Davis. He testified against him two years ago in a rape case. He kidnapped and raped 5 women. And you fit his profile. He had to know who you were. This was not random. Nick thought he was going to be sick.

“GPS”, Sonny said. “Your car is new, it has to have GPS location.”

Why the hell had he not thought about that? “Bingo! Good thinking Sonny.” Nick pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up the app.

“ESU as been activated, they’re just waiting for the word. Liv, Mike and Fin should be here any time.” Sonny informed Nick. “They’re  with your mom and Amanda. All the kids are good”, he answered Nick’s unasked question.

“Got it. 20 miles. In Paget Gardens.”, Nick sprinted to Sonny’s car.

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The overwhelming stench of stale cigarettes and whiskey made you nauseous. His breath was sickening. His hand ran up your thigh. “This is a very short skirt.”

Your hands pulled down at your dress. “Stop. No. Don’t touch me” spitting the words out while you tried to push against him but he wouldn’t budge. His lips went to your neck. You bite down on his ear.

“You stupid bitch”, he hit you across the face and you went down, hard. Your head made a sickening thud as it it the floor. He then delivered a kick to your ribs.

“Owww, God.” You gasped for breath, and grasped your side. The pain ripped through you. You eyes blinded with tears. Your head felt like it would explode.

“Nick has himself a fiesty one on his hands” he said as he stood over you. He leaned down, looking you in the face. “Not so much now?”, he sneered.

No. You weren’t going to let this happen. Gathering what strength you could muster. You kicked up and made contact with his groin. He went down to his knees. Your vision was still blurry but you were able to find the gun.

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“There. That’s our SUV.” Nick said. Sonny hit the brakes. ESU was pulling up along with Liv and the rest of the squad. They all exited the vehicles and staged around the house.

A gunshot rang out. “No!” Nick screamed out. ESU stormed the house. Nick and the squad close behind.

“Ma’am. Y/N, put the gun down. You’re safe.” an ESU officer said.

Nick saw you sitting on the floor bleeding, holding a gun to Stan Davis. You had shot him in the knee, he was rolling on the ground cursing and screaming.

“Mi amor. Hey. You’re okay now.” Nick softly spoke to you. You were shaking and crying, clearly in shock. Nick approached you slowly. “Y/N. Give me the gun.” You finally made eye contact with him and dropped the gun.

He took the gun and handed it ESU, then gathered you in his arms. “Shhh…you’re okay.” Nick soothed you. His voice sounding further and further away…

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Your eyes were finally able to focus you eyes. You tried to move but your whole body protested when you did. “Oh geez”, you grabbed your ribs. Now you remembered.

“You okay? Need me to call the nurse?” Nick asked softly

“N-no. Just need some water. Please.” You croaked out.

He poured some into a glass. Taking a sip you felt the cool liquid spread through your chest. “Better. Thank you.” Patting the bed beside you, “Lay with me please.“ He hesitated. "Please Nick I need you to hold me. You won’t hurt me.”

He slipped in beside you and gingerly pulled you to him. He kissed your hair. “ I’m sorry, cariña.”

Hi! How about Sonny’s girlfriend becomes a little bit distant and when he tries to find out why, she confides that she has anxiety about not being good enough for him, and that she feels like she doesn’t deserve love; her family was extremely abusive never cared about her, so she thinks there’s something wrong with her and that no one will ever love her. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable; please don’t write it if that’s the case! Also sorry for how long this request is.

adacarisi:

This one is a little sad, but I really enjoyed getting into the reader’s character, so here you go my darlings. Also, I’m still loving all of your requests, so sorry if you’ve been waiting on one for a while, my semester has started and I’m in court all the time so it’s difficult to write as I’m working up a case brief. Love you all, message me anytime. 

“Hiyah doll, this is my fifth message…I’m jus’ worried about you is all, please gimme a call back…I miss you sweetheart…please call me.” 

Sonny Carisi’s voice played over the speaker on your phone and it took everything in you not to burst into tears right there. You were horrible, awful. You hadn’t answered his texts for two days, and his calls for three. He wasn’t a stranger to these “periods” where you would just need to be by yourself for a few days. It was a lie though. The last thing you wanted to be was alone. 

The first time was after he kissed you. You avoided him for two days, afraid of what it meant. Sonny was good. Sonny was perfect in every sense of the word, but you weren’t. And you knew that meant it was only a matter of time before he realized it. 

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Perfectly written.