Tag: nick amaro

ooh could you do angry kisses with nick?

//I have had this in my asks for sooo long!//

“You couldn’t be any more aggravating if you tried”, Nick proclaimed as he followed you through the house. He pulled his tie from around his neck and slung it onto the dresser.

“Me? Aggravating? Well, isn’t that rich coming from you!” Storming into the bedroom, you kicked off your heels, then struggled to unzip your dress. “I just don’t get it, Nick. Why can’t you-”, the look in his eyes made you stop. 

With one hand he gently grasped your face, “Don’t you ever shut up?” Nick roughly pressed his lips to yours. He finished unzipping your dress and pushed it off your shoulders. 

When Nick pulled away you bit his bottom lip eliciting a growl. Once it was unbuttoned enough you pulled it over his head along with his undershirt. You started kissing his chest, moving you to the dip between his shoulder and neck. Nipping up to his lips.

Nick roughly kissed you. Tongue darting into your mouth, teeth hitting from his overzealousness. You could already feel your lips clapping and swelling. But damn you loved when he got a little rough. A little angry kissing is what you needed.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed. Kissing and nipping his way up your body. When his face met yours you pulled him in for a scorching kiss.

By the end of the night both of you were covered in bite marks, lips were swollen, Nick had scratch marks down his and you were sure you’d have bruises on your hips were he grasped you.

"What were we fighting about?” Nick murmured. His head was resting in your shoulder, his arm over your waist.

You lazily ran fingers through his hair. “I think who was more aggravating. And you definitely are.”

“Dont start unless you want another fight,” he teased.

“Consider me starting.” You rolled to straddle him, kissing up his chest.

★Engagement + Peter Stone, Sonny Carisi, Nick Amaro?

SONNY CARISI

“Hey, Ma. Think we can have dessert now?” Sonny asked as his eyes darted to you then around the table.

“How in the world do you have room after that big dinner?” Teresa said. The Carisi Christmas dinner had been impressive. And you still had to go to your parents later that day.

“I’ll help you bring dessert out,” you offered.

“Oh thank you. Such a sweet girl, this one. You better do keep her,” his Mom said then winked at Sonny.

When you came back out of the kitchen, Sonny was on one knee, holding a ring box. You would have dropped the pie if Sonny’s Dad hadn’t taken it from your hand.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, these last few months have been the best of my life. I know we haven’t been together long but I know there is no one out there that can make me as happy as you have. I love you with everything I have. Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?” Sonny eyes were glassy and full of hope.

Sniffles and soft murmuring could be heard behind you from Sonny’s mom and sisters. Your chin started to tremble and you could feel tears falling down your cheeks. All you could do at first was nod your head. Finally you were able to eek out a ‘yes’.

Sonny stood and placed the ring on your shaking hand, his own hand was unsteady. He leaned down and gave you a kiss that curled your toes. The whole room erupted. Sonny picked you up and swung you around. “Best day ever,” he said softly against your neck.

PETER STONE

"Are you excited?” you asked Peter as you entered the stadium. He was asked to throw the opening pitch for a Cubs game. He had been practicing for a couple weeks, being careful not to aggravate his old injury.

“Nervous is more like it,” he said with a chuckle.

Peter’s pitch was perfect as it sailed over home plate. He waved to the cheering crowd. Peter jogged off the field to where you were waiting. He had a big smile on his face. “That felt so good. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.” He swooped you up in a big hug. “C’mon. Let’s go to our seats.”

During the seventh inning stretch Peter seemed more nervous. His leg was bouncing, he adjusted his watch giving you a tight smile.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Please bring your attention to jumbotron,” the announcer boomed over the speaker.

You tuned to look at the screen and saw yourself. Then you saw him, Peter was on one knee. “I had a big speech made up but it didn’t convey how much I love you and how much I want you to be my wife. I want to spend my life making you as happy as you have made me. Marry me, please.”

You covered your mouth in surprise. Peter took your hand and slipped the diamond solitare on your finger. “Of course I’ll marry you Peter.” Peter stood and pulled you into him for a kiss. The crowd went wild. ‘She said YES!!!” flashed on the jumbotron.

You took his hand pulling him to the exit. “You don’t want to stay for the rest of the game?”

“No I want to be with my fiance,” you said with a wink.

Peter flashed you a wide grin. “Lead the way.”

NICK AMARO

NIck had made multiple attempts to ask you to marry him, unbeknown to you. Seemed like something always happened, he was called in on a case, you had to work a double shift, you had a bad stomach bug one weekend you were supposed to go away. Nick wanted it to be romantic but it just wasn’t working out. Nick came in the door greeted by the smell of fresh baked peanut butter cookies, his favorite.

“Hey babe,” you said in greeting popping a cookie in your mouth. “How was your day?” you asked as you turned to pull another sheet of cookies out of the oven and sat them on the counter..

“It was good actually. Hoping it will get even better in the next couple of minutes,” he said with a shaky voice.

“Yeah? And why is th-,” your eyes grew big and your mouth dropped open in surprise. He was down on one knee. He took your hand. “My love for you has no end. You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul. I was wondering if you would spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Nick, oh my God! Yes! Yes!” you responded enthusiastically.

He patted his coat pocket. “Shit. Hold on. Sorry about the language,” he kissed you quickly then ran from the room. When he came back in he slid across the floor making you giggle. He opened the ring box.

“It’s beautiful, Nick,” you said in a whisper as he slid the ring on your finger.

“I know it wasn’t the most romantic proposal,” he said shyly with a shrug of his shoulders.

“It was absolutely perfect.” You stretched up and kissed him softly.

Poly!verse Master List | 11.14

carisi-dreams:

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Nick Amaro + Sonny Carisi + Reader [poly!verse]

I love, love, love the poly!verse ❤❤

honeycarisi:

Imagine: Sonny Carisi sitting on the edge of a bridge on a warm summer day. Basketball shorts flap a little in the Santa Ana winds, making a sound like birds’ wings. The sun is starting to pink his pale shoulders, not covered by the muscle tank he borrowed from his husband, to the same shade as the frozen pink lemonade he sips from a thick red straw. Beside him, Nick Amaro takes off his baseball hat because it’s too warm and slides his aviators onto his face to protect against the piercing rays of the sunset their faces are turned to. Here, settled in California, they are happy and free.

“What happened back there?” with nick?

It was a day most little girls dreamed of, the day they shopped for their wedding dress. Yet here you were sitting in the fitting room in tears, and not happy ones. You had narrowed it down to two dresses. One was off-white, strapless, form-fitting and lace. The other was as white, off the shoulder, satin ball gown.

There was a gentle knock on the door. “Okay if I come in?” Cesaria asked softly through the door.

“Uh-yeah. Just-just a minute.” You pulled a tissue from the box on the table beside you and wiped your eyes. “Come in,” you called softly.

“So. Have you decided-. Mija, what’s wrong?” She sat beside you and placed her hand over yours.

“It’s silly,” you responded and shook your head as you sniffled. “Really. I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Fresh tears were threatening to spill down your cheeks.

Cesaria dabbed your eyes with a tissue. “You don’t get upset over nothing.”

You took a deep breath. “You know you are like a mother to me. It’s just.-”

“It’s okay. You can tell me.”

“I always imagined I’d be choosing a wedding dress with my Mom,” you sniffed. At 14 you lost your Mom when a drunk driver hit her head on. With your Dad in prison, it left you and your 12-year-old brother in the foster system.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She gathered you in her arms and soothed your hair. “I understand.”

She released you and composed yourself. “I feel like I’m being ungrateful. You’ve been like a Mom to me ever since Nick and I started dating.”

“Y/N, you are the last person I would call ungrateful. I love you like my own and there is nowhere else I want to be,” she reassured you.

You smiled. “I love you too.” After taking a cleansing breath you stood and went to stand in front of the dresses. “So which dress should I get?”

“Whichever dress you choose you will be beautiful,” she declared.

“Y/N. Mom. Are you in there?” Nick called from outside the room. “I’m done with my tux fitting.”

“Don’t come in, Nicky!” Cesaria answered. “I’ll get him out of here. We’ll meet you outside.” She turned back to you before leaving. “Want to knock his socks off? Go with the lace gown.” She gave you a wink.

“Hey. What happened back there? Did she find the one?” Nick asked Cesaria.

“Without a doubt,” she confirmed and patted Nick’s cheek.