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The big, red circle on the calendar loomed in front of you. One week away. One week to success or defeat. Inside the circle, also in red ink, NYC Marathon. Nick came up behind you. He leaned down and whispered, “staring isn’t gonna make it go away.” You elbowed him in the stomach. He laughed, “You’re grumpy this morning. Not sleep well dear?“ He smirked at you.

“You would know, Sarge”, you quipped and raised your eyebrow at him.

“I don’t remember hearing any complaints last night bella”, he countered.He pulled you against him, trailing kisses down your neck.

“Mmmm…well maybe you would have, if you weren’t so loud.” The kisses stopped and picked you up and sat you on the desk. He slowly spread your knees, resting himself between your legs.

“True. But with these legs wrapped around me, can you blame me?” He slowly ghosted his fingertips up your thighs, pushing your T-shirt up and over your head. His eyes shot up to yours. “No panties Mrs. Amaro? Oh, you are in trouble cause I’m going to late for work now.”

Marathon day had finally arrived. You had nervous energy. Nick got up not long after you had finished your breakfast. “Heading out soon?”

“Yeah”, you got up from the table and put you bowl in the sick. Turning around to face Nick you asked, “Do you think I’m crazy for doing this? I mean I haven’t ran a marathon since Owen was what, four? That was six years ago. I’ve had another baby since then. What if I can’t finish?” The questions came like rapid fire.

Nick moved from where he was leaning against the doorway. He placed his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, Y/N. You have been training for this for months. You got this, and no matter what happens I am proud of you, okay?”

You had made it about half way when you spotted Nick, the kids, his mom and members of the squad. They were all holding up signs and yelling to cheer you on. You gave a quick wave of acknowledgment, not wanting to break your stride.

The finish line in Central Park was in sight. You did it! After crossing the finish line you collapsed into the grass, catching your breath and looking up at the blue sky. A smile broke across your face, you did it! You hadn’t been this proud of yourself since passes your boards.

Finally sitting up, you looked around, hoping to find Nick. There were so many people. He was going to find you at the finish line. You stood trying to get a better view. Nick came up behind you speaking your name. When you turned he was there with the whole crew. Nick was holding a sign, ‘You’re always #1 to me. I love you’

Tears sprang in your eyes. The emotions of the day taking you over. Nick pushed the tears from your eyes and leaned down to kiss you. Pulling him closer to you, you deepened the kiss. That earned whistles and whoops from your group and passer-bys. You and Nick laughed. “C’mon. Your fan club awaits.”

Damn I accidentally pressed send. Can I get kitchen counter sex with Sonny? Pretty please?

musicalmedic:

amirightcounsellor:

Sonny stumbles out your bedroom, hair messy and rubbing his eyes, still trying to force himself to wake up from a thankfully restful night of sleep. Sonny’s slept more sound than ever now that he’s able to fall asleep with you in his arms.

He stops in his tracks when he sees you wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts and shrugging your shoulders as you dump an entire bag of chocolate chips into a bowl of pancake batter.

“Good morning doll” he sighs contently, walking up to where you’re standing and wrapping his arms around you, pressing light kisses into the crook of your neck.

“Morning handsome” you reply, turning slightly to feed Sonny a bit of chocolate. He grabs your wrist as you move to return to mixing the batter, slowly sucking the melted chocolate off your fingertips.

“Think I know of something that tastes even sweeter” he smiles as your eyes widen, lifting you onto the counter, your exposed center pressing up against his still clothed body. Sonny grabs your waist, kissing you deeply before laying you across the cool marble, sucking bruises into your skin on his way down.

Sonny only enters you once you’ve cum from his tongue alone, smiling and licking his lips as he watches you cover your mouth to keep from screaming, chanting “please” and his name over and over again until your voice is hoarse.

“Anything for you, love.”

The expression on Sonny’s face almost has you cumming again-the way he bites his lip, eyebrows furrowed, and his usually bright blue eyes clouded with lust as he watches you eagerly cup your breast. Sonny swats your hand away, moving it to grip onto his shoulder as he pinches your nipple between his fingers, leaning down to swirl his tongue against yours.

The two of you cum hard and fast, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave and Sonny is holding onto you tightly, a constant stream of groans and praise tumbling past his swollen lips. “That’s it, cum for me. Feels so good. Want me to fill you up, hm? Look what you do to me baby.”

Panting, Sonny helps you jump off the counter after you’ve both caught your breath. There’s a loopy smile on your face and Sonny’s stomach grumbles hungrily next to you.

“Guess we should make those pancakes huh?”

*crying hysterically into a bowl of pancake batter* 😍🔥🔥🔥🙌🏻

If I died tonight and this is the last thing I read, I’d be ok with that.

I’m a firm believer that the all the world needs in order to be a better place is Nick fics😍 so I’m making a contribution “I might have had a few shots” number 10 from the dialogue prompt list

//I couldn’t agree more!//

“Y/N! Where are you?”, Nick called out.

“In here. Your home early”, you answered from the bedroom. Abandoning the basket of laundry, you went out to meet Nick. “Oof”, running into Nick’s chest. He reached out to steady you. “Whoa. Where’s the fire, babe?”, you asked.

Nick looked down at you eyes sparkling, grinning from ear to ear. “I passed! You’re looking at Sergeant Amaro!”

“Oh my gosh! Nick, that is amazing!”, you slung your arms around his neck. He picked you up and spun you around before setting you back down. “You worked very. It’s well deserved.” His excitement was intoxicating and the look he was giving was smoldering.

He dipped his head down delivering a soft kiss. Your hands ran up his muscular arms and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you. Placing his hands on your lower back, he drew you in to him and you pressed your body flush to his. His hands glided up your side and under your T-shirt. His hands were cool on your hot skin. “God, you feel good. So soft”, he whispered into your ear. A small moan escaped from your mouth.

“Mom. Dad. We’re home”, Owen, your 10 year old son yelled coming through the front door from school.

“Rain check, mi amor?”, Nick nuzzled his nose to yours. He pulled away and went out to greet the kids. You leaned against the wall, collecting yourself. Grinning at the prospect of cashing in the rain check later that night.

The next afternoon you received a text from Nick, ‘Fin and the guys want to take me our for a couple drinks after work. You ok with that?’ How could you say no? Between the Simon Wilkes case, being demoted to a beat cop for a few weeks, then having to testify against his father, Nick had a year from hell. If anyone do the bad eserved a guys night out it was him. ‘Absolutely babe! Have fun. Call if you need a ride home.’

Nick’s mom came over and had dinner with you and the kids. His mom was the best. She always had the best Nick stories, which you loved hearing, even if had already heard them a hundred times. After you put the kids to bed you opened a bottle of wine and poured each of you a glass. You and Cesaria sat and talked about how proud both of you were of Nick.

Your phone started ringing in the living room. Fin’s number was displayed. “Hey Fin. Everything ok?”, a little panic rising up.

He laughed, “Yeah. Nick’s good, really good actually. That’s why I’m callin’. He needs a ride. I offered but he insisted you come get him.”

Rolling your eyes, “Text me the address. And Fin, thanks for calling.”

“Not a problem. I’ll get the info to you. See ya soon.” and the call ended.

“Hey Mama. Can you sit with the kids for a little bit? I need to go pick up Nick”, you slide on your flip flops and grabbed your purse.

“Is he okay?”, she asked worried.

“He’s ok. Just needs a ride’, you raised an eyebrow and Cesaria laughed. She waved you out the door. “Go get our Nicky. I’ll watch the kids.”

It took about 30 minutes to get to the bar. It was karaoke night and whoever was singing was bad. As you got closer to the stage, you saw just who the bad singer was-your husband. About that time Fin spotted you and waved you over.

He kissed your cheek. “Glad you’re here. Maybe you can persuade him to come off stage.” Fin grinned and crossed his arms over his chest.

“How long has he been up there?”, he tried to hit a high note, making you scrunch up your face.

“About three songs too long if ya ask me”, Sonny came up behind you. “Make it stop, please.” You laughed, “I’ll see what I can do.”

When you approached the stage, Nick finally saw you. “Nick. Come on down babe. Your set is over”, you reached for his hand. The next thing you knew you were being dragged up on stage with him.

“Hey everyone! This is my wife! Isn’t she beautiful”, he asked the crowd. A bunch of ‘who hoo’s’ and whistling answered his question. He gave you a sloppy wet kiss to your cheek. You took the microphone from him and helped him down from the stage.

He was leaning on you, draped over you essentially. He was close to a foot taller than you, and out weighed by who knows how much. You helped him to a booth and sat him down. He had the dumbest grin on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“So sergeant, just how much have you had to drink?”, you ran your fingers through his messy hair. He giggled and you had to suppress a laugh. You couldn’t remember him ever giggling, but you loved the sound.

He closed one eye and pursed his lips, “I may have had a few shots”, he stated matter of factly and shrugged his shoulders. You turned to look up at you. His eyes bright, “have I ever told you just how beautiful you are? I mean really you are gorgeous. How do you even like me?”

“Oh I like you just fine. The fact that you think I’m beautiful just sweetens the pot”, you gave him a wink. “Now are you ready to go? Or is there an encore planned.”

He grabbed your waist and leaned his head onto your stomach, “home sounds nice.”

“Yeah it does. Think you can walk to the car, Sarge?”, you ask. He just nods his head.

“We’ll get him to the car then follow you home to get him in the house”, Fin insisted. You nodded your thanks.

The car ride home was quiet, besides Nick’s soft snoring. Fin and Sonny got Nick inside and in bed. After you said your goodbyes and thanked them you returned to your sleeping husband. Helping him out of his belt, tie and shoes, you threw his legs up on the bed. You checked on the kids and Mama. You let her know Nick was ok, and that she should just stay the night. It was too late to be heading back home.

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and whispered in his ear. “I am so proud of you Sergeant Nicolas Amaro. And I love you even more.”

If I had a kink, which I totally don’t *clears throat* but for fun let’s say I do. It would have to be arms/forearms.

hi hi hi!! i adore your blog and saw your post wanting your inbox to be filled, so i’m curious to hear your thoughts on what cuddling our lawful good lawyer boi peter stone would be like? :)

lesbiancarisi:

god I think about this a lot ruejfkdcx

– Your head is always on his chest. It’s warm and solid and you can feel him breathing/hear his heartbeat. He has an arm around you and with his other he holds your hand

– Peter is a furnace okay he’s so warm no matter what which makes cuddling with him in the summer not so fun

– The less clothing, the better. Not even in a sexual way, it’s just more skin on skin contact and he absolutely lives for it.

– Def the sort who needs to touch as much of you as possibly. Your legs are tangled together and everything gd

– Uh hi yeah Peter plays with your hair while you’re cuddling

– Big spoon Peter letting you use his arm as a pillow, thanks for listening to my ted talk

childofbarisi:

Peter Stone deserves better 2k18

Reblog if you agree

distinguishedpiratewerewolf:

Did a Danny Pino pino edit, first is original and other two i added facial hair, either way he still looks so good😭😍😍

Uhhhhh….what.

joedeckard:

Nicolas “♫♫♫ que no pare la fiesta ♫♫♫” Amaro

@squidrn have you seen this. The badge flash always gets me.

Source: beyshara

To the anon that asked for car sex for Peter:

amirightcounsellor:

I’m a dumbass and thought it read Sonny here you go lovebug lmao

Peter takes a much needed vacation from SVU, and the two of you to decide to spend that time taking a road trip around the country

Somewhere in the mountains, the air is cool and pure and it starts to rain. You watch the drops of water as they trickle down the tinted glass windows, pitting two of them together as if they’re racing. Late night radio hosts are speaking softly over the stereo, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt more at peace with the world than right here in this car, the sounds of crickets chirping in the treelines and your boyfriend clutching your hand while he navigates down the winding highway.

“Baby?” you breathe, glancing as Peter looks in your direction, smiling at the way your eyes shine even in the dark. “Can you pull over for a bit?” Peter nods but a concerned look crosses his face. “Everything okay?” You laugh sweetly, unbuckling your seatbelt and he pulls onto the shoulder, shifting the car into park. “Never better, actually.”

You climb into the backseat, motioning for Peter to join you before pulling your shirt over your head, messing up your hair but leaving you topless before him.

Seconds later and Peter is on top of you, hands intertwined with yours as he fills you completely, low groans leaving his mouth when you tighten and clench around him.

“You feel so good, fuck-” Peter gasps when you lift your hips to meet his, nails scratching down his back. He tries to work toward a steady rhythm but the way the moonlight falls on your face and the freedom he feels Peter is lost in the depths of his pleasure and it’s all he can do to keep going so he can make you cum first. always.

Peter cups your breast with one hand as his other reaches down to expertly rub your clit. He’s trailing kisses everywhere- your forehead, your cheeks, over and over again he’s pressing kisses to your lips between the breathy moans and prayers of his name that escape you. When your back arches, pressing your chest flush against his and you begin to shake, arms tightening around his back Peter groans and lets his head fall forward.

“I love you. So much. Cum for me sweetheart, let me hear you.”

Peter finishes with you, spilling himself deep inside and he repeats over and over again how beautiful you are and how in love with you he is each time his hips meet yours.

Eventually, the two of you are sweaty and breathless but completely satisfied. Peter withdrawals himself from you, cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply. “How about we stop at the next motel, grab a shower and a few hours of sleep?” He suggests. You yawn tiredly, nodding as you rub your eyes but the smile Peter puts on your face never leaves. “Sounds good baby.”

@musicalmedic

Jesus, Mary and Jospeh.