if he has abs he doesnt care about you
men with abs aren’t capable of love
This is BULLSHIT, Dwayne Johnson is jacked as fuck and I FULLY FUCKING BELIEVE he is one of the most LOVING MEN IN THE ENTIRE WORLD
I was on board with the first part until I read that and honestly you’re right nobody has more love in their heart than The Rock
Thor Odinson and Steve Rogers care about you
So does T’Challa!!!
Peter Stone
He is one soft puppy. He gives you all the love. *Mic drop*
Sonny Carisi + family
Can we get an SVU spinoff with Sonny Carisi please? 💕
I second this
Reblog if it’s ok for your mutuals to just send you posts they think you’d like or talk to you about random parts of their day
100% down.
Obviously NSFW
“Peter, what are you doing?” You raised your brow at your husband. You two were driving to dinner and Peter had placed his hand on your knee and slowly moved it up and down your thigh.
“We still got a bit of a drive, sweetheart…” Peter simply said. You felt his hand moving further up your thigh and under your dress. Your breathing hitched slightly as he began to rub you over your psnties.
“P-Peter! Stop!” You whined as Peter continued to run his fingers over your core.
“You want me to stop? You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. But if you insist…” Peter went to pull his hand away but you grabbed his wrist and began to whine. Peter chuckled as he moved your panties to the side and pushed a finger inside. You moaned out and slowly widened your legs some more.
Peter smirked as he slowly added another finger and pumped them in and out of you. You threw your head back as your moans became louder. You began to feel your orgasm build up as your grip on the door tightened. Peter chuckled as he continued to pump his fingers as his eyes remained in the road. You moaned out as you felt your orgasm about to take over you but before you could cum, Peter removed his fingers.
“W-what the hell? Did you just do that to tease me?!” You snapped your head to Peter. He shook his head before pointing behind you. You noticed a police car behind you two, lights flashing as you two pulled the car over. Your face turned red in embarrassment as you closed your legs and adjusted your dress bottom. As you watched the officer arrive to the car, he asked Peter for his information as he looked over the two of you.
“You know you were going 55 in a 30?” The officer said. Peter shook his head.
“No, sir. I didn’t realize that.” Peter spoke. You just continued to stare out the window as the officer and Peter chatted softly before the the officer handed him a piece of paper.
“Just watch the speed limit sir. Have a nice night.” With that said, the officer walked away. Peter looked at you with a smirk as he got back on the road and drove towards the restaurant again.
“You not going to finish, Peter?” You asked asked as you slowly spread your legs again and pulled your dress up to expose your core.
“Baby, please…” Peter groaned out as he had both of his hands on the steering wheel now.
“Then I’ll do it myself…” You said as your hand reached down to circle your clit. You let out a small moan before pushing two of your fingers into your core. Peter watched your for a moment before pulling off to the side of the road. He pulled your hand away and quickly unbuckled himself.
“You’re a dirty girl.” Peter mumbled as he pressed his lips against yours roughly before shoving two of his fingers into you. You moaned into his mouth as he continued to pump them. You grabbed your husbands shirt tightly in your hands and pulled him closer to you. You felt your orgasm build up once again as you bucked your hips against Peter’s hand.
“I’m so close, baby. Keep going…” You whispered against Peter’s lips as he curled his fingers and continued to pump them. You let out one last moan as you were cumming. Peter slowed his fingers to a stop before pulling them out of you. He licked and sucked them clean before pulling your panties back over your core.
“Now can we go to dinner, sweetheart? I’m starving.” Peter said after placing a quick kiss to your forehead. You nodded with a giggle.
“Yes, Pete. We can go to dinner now.” You said as you watched Peter as he buckled himself back into his seat, turned the car back on and began to driving to the restaurant yet again.
HAWT
I love Peter.
It’s been almost two months since you’ve talked to Peter. All your stuff was taken out of the apartment and now he was sitting at his desk just staring at divorce papers. He couldn’t believe that you had gone this far. A knock on the door brought Peter from his thoughts as Olivia had walked in.
“Sorry to interrupt you, Stone. I got that file you wanted on the victim.” Olivia said as she held it towards him. He nodded as he opened it and began to look it over.
“You have checked her again? Made sure everything is airtight?” Peter asked the brunette. She nodded as she glanced at the divorce papers on his desk.
“Trouble in paradise?” She asked him. Peter threw the file down and covered his face.
“You can say that. She got mad that I’ve been working a lot and haven’t had time for her. I’ve been trying to balance work, home and visiting Pam. When I get home, (Y/N)’s already sleeping.” Peter sighed as he pulled the papers off the desk and shoved them in a drawer.
“I know you love her and I know she loves you. Whenever she would come to visit you when you first moved here, you could see the love in her eyes. You need to take some time off, Stone. Fix things.” Olivia suggested. Peter nodded as he thanked the SVU Lieutenant and went to staring at the case file.
Peter still couldn’t focus. He kept seeing your face the night you walked out. The pain on you eyes as you stated at him about you left the apartment. As Peter looked at the picture on his desk, a smile crossing over his lips. It was from your wedding day. Smiling brightly up and Peter as he held you close against his body. He’d do anything to be able to hold you again. Peter couldn’t stand it anymore, he grabbed his jacket and put it on as he left his office to search for you.
Whenever you were stressed, you were always at the local cafe, sitting outside and enjoying your drink. You had your favorite book with you as you tried your best to focus on it. You just couldn’t. Your mind kept drifting to Peter. You love him deeply but you just couldn’t take it anymore. He threw himself into his work and you rarely saw him anymore. You missed when Peter would come home after a tough case and cuddle you. He’d tell you everyday how much he loves and needs you in his life. How happy he is with you. Eventually, you sat the chair in front of you being pulled out as someone sat across from you.
“Is this seat taken?” You slowly looked up to see Peter staring at you. You looked down at your book and pretended to pay attention to it.
“Go away, Peter. Unless you’re here with those signed papers?” It hurt for you to say those words. Peter sighed as he sat in the chair and sipped his coffee.
“I wanted to talk, okay? I’ve been talking to Jack and he said he’d cut my hours back, so we could spend more time together. I love you, so much. You’ve been with me since Chicago, moved here to the city with me and was with me the entire time my father was in the hospital.” Peter began to explain. You sighed as you closed your book and looked up at him.
“Cutting back your hours isn’t going to do much, Pete. I-I just want my husband back. The man bay made sure he would send me a text before court to make sure I’m alright, calling me during your recess or while you’re heading to the precinct or back to the office. I-I don’t want you just home, I need the little things in life. I want my husband back, Peter.” You said with a few tears in your eyes. Peter set his coffee down and grabbed your hands tightly in his.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m so, so sorry. I promise I’ll be a better husband. I’ll be home for dinner every night, I’ll help you cook, anything and everything you want. I don’t want to sign those papers. P-please don’t make me.” Peter said as his hands tightened their grip on yours. You sat there and thought for a moment before looking up at Peter’s green eyes.
“Are you off the rest of the day?” You asked. Peter chuckled and quickly shook his head.
“Someone else is currently working with the squad until I come back to work. We can do anything you want sweetheart.” Peter said with a smile you nodded and pulled your hands from his and stood.
“Let’s head home then… I made the bed this morning but I wouldn’t mind having to make it again…” You suggested. Peter chuckled as he stood and followed you down the sidewalk.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Here.” Peter stopped to pull your rings from his pocket. You smiled as you allowed your husband to slide them back on your finger before the two of you began to walk hand in hand back to your apartment.
brb crying
Destroyed.
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
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Same
“Do you like that show?”
“I certainly enjoy the self indulgent version of it I wrote in my head after it began to disappoint me.”
this is
the realist thing.
Every SVU viewer and fiction writer.
Anonymous said: “I went lingerie shopping just for you…” and “Slip those panties to the side and let me fuck you” with Peter
Sort of NSFW
“I went lingerie shopping just for you…” You said as you walked out of the bedroom. Peter had just gotten him from work and you couldn’t wait to show him the new set you bought. It was a pretty black set, mostly lace with a matching garter belt that attached to the black thigh highs you had on. You just watched as he set his briefcase down and walked to you.
“What’s the special occasion?” Peter had asked. You giggled softly as your ran your hand up his chest and loosened his tie enough to pull over his head. Peter chuckled and placed his hands gently on your hips.
“What? I can’t buy myself some nice lingerie to surprise my husband?” You raised a brow as you helped him out of his suit jacket. Once it had fallen to the floor, you started to unbutton his shirt. You practically moaned once you saw his body and ran your hand slowly over his abs.
“I never said that. I just didn’t know if there was a reason you bought this or not. I wouldn’t mind taking it off though…” Peter said as he slowly began to pull the one bra strap down which caused you to slap his hand away.
“I spent too much money in this set for you to just take it off. You’re just gonna have to fuck me with it on.” Peter smirked as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed.
“Slip those panties to the side and let me fuck you then.” Peter said. You bit your lip as you did as he said. Peter ran his finger over your folds and felt had wet you already were. He smirked as she pulled his shirt off his body, undid his belt and pushed his slacks and boxer briefs down his body. He crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply before sliding into you.
DKFHALKJSDFKJANDCNZLKDSJ DEAD
Send help.
//Thanks babe! I had fun writing this one.//
*NSFW/SMUT*
When you and Nick first met, you didn’t exactly hit it off. It wasn’t anything in particular, just a personality conflict. Sure he was hot as hell, but you’d never give him the satisfaction of him knowing.
You had been a witness to a crime, Nick was one of the detectives working the case. He was was your police contact. The suspects had not been caught, that was two months ago. The tension between the two of you exploded one evening when you ditched your security detail and he came to your apartment to confront you.
“You have got to be the most infuriating woman I have ever met!”, Nick spat. “You can’t follow simple directions”, he was pacing the floor, gesturing wildly, eyes wild.
“People in glass houses, Nick”, you shot back, your feet planted and arms crossed.
“Me?”, he poked his own chest. “I’m not the one who put themselves in danger. I’m trained for this.You have protective detail for a reason. These are dangerous men”, he shook his head. “If something had happened to-”, he ran his hands through his hair.
He had a point, you knew that. Letting out a long sigh you dropped your hands to your sides. You knew that he was just trying to do his job. And you were not making it easy.
“Maybe I should be your detail, maybe then you’d listen, do what you’re told”, his voice softer. Feeling him staring you down, you drug your eyes up to meet his.
“Is that right?”, you scoffed. “I’d like to see you make me”, you vice low, raw, keeping your eyes trained to his.
His eyes narrowed, “oh it would be my pleasure, believe me.” His eyes were lustful as he stalked toward you. Eyes boring into you making your while body ignite.
He stopped right in front of you. So, so close but not touching. You could feel his breath hot, sweet, smell his cologne, feel his gaze heavy.
He leaned down his lips brushed yours. “I’ve been thinking about kissing those pink, pouty lips of yours since I met you”, he rested his hands on your hips.
You swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He growled, his lips crushing into yours. You moaned into his mouth when he pulled your hips to meet his. Jesus, he was already hard.
Your hands roamed his muscular back. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other pushed under your shirt. Moving your hands, you loosened his tie and slide off his neck. Then you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Finally able to push it off him. You stepped back and pulled your shirt over your head.
You slowly unbuttoned your jeans and slide them down your legs. His eyes traveled up your body, “My God you are beautiful”, he breathed. He bent down and grasped you thighs, lifting you up, mouths reconnecting. He placed you on your feet after he reached the couch. Reaching around you unhooked your bra, letting it slide it off your arms.
Nick went to his knees, buried his nose between your legs. “Mmm…you smell good carina.” His hooded gaze moved up to meet you eyes and tugged your panties down your thighs. He stood, running his hands up your legs as he did. His fingers swiped through your wetness causing your breath to catch. He slowly slide two fingers inside you. Groaning you threw your head back. He slowly moved his fingers in and out, his other hand supporting you at the small of your back.
He withdrew is fingers and placed them in his mouth, sucking, “you taste as good as you smell.” Giving him a wry smile you unbuckle his belt and slide it out of the loops of his pants. After undoing the button and zipper, you slide your hand into is pants. He pushed a breath through his teeth. You finished sliding his pants down to the floor.
“What do we have here Detective?”, asking as you stroked him, peeking up at him through your lashes. His eyes darkened.
“Enough!”, he was panting. He sat on the couch and pulled you on top of him. In one quick thrust he was inside you. You let out a long breath. “My God you are so tight”, he said groaning. He was so big, he stretched you to the max. He paused letting you accustomed and then slowly started moving.
Bracing yourself on his shoulders you matched his pace. He flicked his tongue over you taught nipple and pulled it inside his mouth, while rolling your other nipple between his fingers. The sensations were going to put you over the edge.
His pace picked up, you were bouncing up and down on him, his hands clenching your hips driving you down on him, his hips snapping up. You felt a burning low, heard rushing in your ears. The orgasm that you had was unlike any before. You felt yourself clench around him. “Yeah baby, let me hear you”, he says. “Oh Nick, God, ohhhh….”, you called out.
Your orgasm seemed to spur him on. He wrapped his arms around you and two more thrusts he found his own release. He buried his face in your neck, muttering your name. You collapsed on him, he ran his hands slowly up and down your back.
The only sound in the room in room was you and Nick’s heavy breathing. You lifted your head and Nick gave you a half smile. “That was amazing”, he pulled you down and gave you a soft, sweet kiss.
“Absolutely amazing”, you placed a hand on the side of his face and kissed him again. “Maybe I should ignore your instructions more”, you jokingly said.
“Are trying to kill me?”, he retorted. You started rolling your hips and felt him hardening again. “I guess the answer is yes, amor. What a way to go.” He picked you up and carried you into the bedroom.
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