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Hello! As a suggestion, how about 29. “i love it when you kiss my neck” with Sonny Carisi and his extremely kissable neck?

Love your writing btw! I think you're very talented :)

Sonny Carisi: Neck Kisses Prompt NFSW 

Thank you for the request and I really appreciate the support!!! I'm just getting back into writing after almost 10 years and am still sensitive about my works. I hope this is what you were looking for. I immediately thought of something fluffy and warm. I saw those pictures and hot damn that man is hot.   

The sex was slow and sensual. You were on your side facing him, leg thrown over his hip. His calloused hand tracing your hip, thigh, and squeezing your ass. He was thrusting languidly but at a steady, even pace. An orgasm had been building in your lower stomach since the start of your lazy morning sex. You were in no rush to find release. You were content to just bask in the intimacy weaving the two of you together. 

One of your hands is weaved into his hair and the other was tracing the muscles in his back. The two of you had been sharing soft open-mouthed kisses. You were now nestled in his neck. You start to pepper kiss on the expanse of his neck. You feel the rough stubble of his beard growing in on your lips making them tingle. You hum against his neck as he hits a particularly pleasurable angle inside of you. 

You nip at his skin before resuming your kisses along his long slender neck. “I love it when you kiss my neck, doll.” His voice is thick and gravely from sleep. You smile against his skin. 

“Good, because it’s very kissable. You have one sexy neck baby. He smiles and pulls your thigh higher on his hip increasing his pace just a little. You caress his cheek and down his jaw while nuzzling your face into the other side. You are in danger of giving yourself a beard burn but you enjoy the contrast of sting to his gentle movements. “I think this is sexy too. Why don’t you ever grow it out.” 

“I had a mustache when I start at SVU as a detective.” You look up to eye his upper lip.  

“Just a mustache?” 

“Yeah, why?” His Staten Island accent is thicker when he is defensive, and you have to fight the laugh that is trying to bubble out of you. You nearly succeed.  

“Like a 70’s pornstache?” 

“Alright that’s enough from you.” He flips you on your back and you squeal. You wrap your legs more firmly around his waist. He twists his fingers into your hair and pulls you up for a kiss. You can’t help the laugh and he breaks away from you. A deep sharp thrust turns your laughter into a moan. He increases his pace but keeps a steady rhythm. It isn’t long before the knot in your stomach explodes and the slow built orgasm crashes over you. Your core clenches tightly around Sonny and he soon follows you over the edge. 

You roll on your side and Sonny spoons you from behind. “Do you have pictures?” Sonny groans in response behind you, flopping onto his back.

#law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #svu #dominick carisi #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x you

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Jay Halstead (Platonic! Will Halstead): Not What It Looks Like

Warning- Hint of potential violence between siblings 

This was just a quick little blurb that popped into my head, and I had to write it down for me. I thought you guys might enjoy it too.  

You realized you had made a mistake the moment the door had swung open. Not because you were doing anything wrong but because you knew how it looked. Jay’s face said it all and then some. The fatigue from all the overtime melted from his face, a brief flash of shock and disbelief stonewalled by anger. 

And you couldn’t blame him. Walking in to see your long-term girlfriend’s shirt unbuttoned down to her navel with nothing underneath, and your older brother's hand fondling her breast? It had all the makings of a domestic incident.  

Jay didn’t stay still for long. His long strides were heading towards you and his brother. Will had, thankfully, removed his hand and you grasped your shirt closed. You called his name as Will gave out a desperate but all-too-cliche “It’s not what it looks like.” You winced as Jay looked even angrier. Will had stumbled back a few steps and Jay had his arm raised like he was ready to punch his brother clean across the face. “No, really it’s not!” Will continued.  

You don’t think as you grab the arm that Jay has cocked back ready to swing. He already had his momentum going so you swing forward with him a step. He breaks off and doesn't follow through and Will puts the island between him and his brother. You know it so he doesn't accidentally hurt you. Even at his angryest, you knew he couldn't bring himself to. Will, on the other hand, you weren't so sure.

“Jay wait!” He looks back at you before yanking back his arm trying to force you to let go. You allow your hand to slide down his bicep and forearm to grab his hand tightly. He tries to pull back again but you tug back, “Stop, please. Just stop for a second.” He won't even look at you, his full attention still on his redheaded brother. You finally get his hand on your left breast. The one Will had been fondling. You press his hand down purposefully on a single spot. 

Jay freezes. All the fight leaks out of him as he turns to look at you, searching your eyes. You swallow thickly. You feel bad for him having to find out this way. You had been embarrassed and asked Will to check you out at the house because you hadn’t wanted to go to the hospital. You hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of something that wasn’t. But you had heard the stories about their mom. About her cancer. It all started with one little lump in her breast that wouldn’t go away.  

You saw the pleading in Jay's blue eyes. The slight mist of unshed tears. You couldn’t do anything but pull his hand up place a soft kiss on it and whisper,

“It’s gonna be okay baby.”    

#chicago pd #jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x reader #will halstead

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Could you do number 55 'would you just shut up and kiss me'? For torres 🥰🥰

Nick Torres: Shut Up & Kiss Me Prompt NSFW

I have a problem with short stories. I can’t seem to just do a blurb. I want to much plot and backstory. I hope you enjoy anyways! <3 

It had been a close call. Too close. You had seen the damage to his bulletproof vest. Then to his ribs. You had frantically come into the hospital when Gibb's had called and told you that your boyfriend was getting checked out after a shootout.

He had been sitting on the bed in just his jeans. From the back, he looked as invincible as always. Strong taut muscles cover by olive skin. It was only when he had turned and you saw the ugly bruising. Dark shades of purple, blue, and black. You eyed the bruise

He looked up at you all bravo, "It's nothing." You looked at him incredulously.

"You were shot!" Your voice's pitch goes higher than you intend.

"In my bulletproof vest. It doesn't even hurt." Your eyes narrow at him. You absolutely hated it when he minimized situations. You don't know what you were thinking when you reach out to press firmly on his fresh bruise. Nick yelps and jerks back. It brings a sense of satisfaction along with an immediate pang of regret.

The two of you had discussed the dangers of his job before. More than once. Some had been more heated than others. You have seen the evidence of how dangerous his job was. Cuts and scraps on his face. Bruises to different parts of his body. Skinned knuckles and black eyes. But in the year that you had been together, he had never been shot. Logically you knew that he had been in firefights before. More than he had told you. More than he could probably keep track of.

"Don't blow smoke up my ass Nicholas Miguel Torres. You could have died." His dark eyes turn innocent as he reaches out to you.

"Cariño, no te enfades. No te voy a dejar mi niña hermosa. Lo siento mi amor perdóname (Sweetheart, don't get upset. I'm not going to leave you, my beautiful girl. I'm sorry my love forgive me)"

You roll your eyes at his sweet words while he starts rubbing at your shoulders and back. He knew that his Spanish sweet talk was your weakness. It wasn't just your weakness though, nobody could resist Nick Torres's charm. Much to your dismay when it was to beautiful women.

He continues as his hands wander down your back and waist to the back of your thighs. "Simplemente no quería que te preocuparas. Prometo tener más cuidado. Cruza mi corazón. (I just didn't want you to worry. I promise to be more careful. Cross my heart.)

"Nick, would you just shut up and kiss me."

His lips find yours. They are warm, full, and demanding. You can feel the life and energy pulsing through him. He nibbles your bottom lip and your hands start tracing down his chest. Your hands accidentally find his bruise again. "Aiy!"

"Sorry, sorry baby." You mumble against his lips as you break kisses between words. He waves off your concern again. He grabs around your thighs and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He turns setting you on the hospital bed.

"Let me make it up to you." He drops down to his knees in front of you. "siéntate quieto para mí. (sit still for me)" He slides his hands up your sundress wrapping his fingers around your hips. He yanks you forward so your lace-covered pussy presses tightly against his face. His mouth open and hot on your cunt. You gasp as your hand shoots to the back of his head, gripping his short hair.

His fingers delve under your panties and pull them to the side. He licks your cunt making your leg jerk. You move your legs further over his shoulders, urging him on.

He pushes you to climax quickly and purposefully. His fingers join his mouth in pursuit of your pleasure. Your thighs tighten around his face. After the white-hot pleasure passes you look down to make eye contact with your boyfriend. He has a mischievous smile on his face along with your juices. "Am I forgiven?"

#ncis #nick torres #nick torres x reader #nick torres x you #nick torres imagine

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Jay Halstead: To Be Continued 

This was the requested part 2 of Sensatory Overload 

You hear the door open, but the automatic lights are turned off, so the room stays relatively dark. You are sitting on the floor, arms resting on your knees, back pressed against the cool wall. You know who it is before he even says your name. There is only one person who would think to look for you here. And it was only because you had dragged him to help calm him down a month prior.  

 You didn’t hear him walk into the room after the door closed but you did feel the heat from his body as he came to stand in front of you. “That was a rough one.” His voice was soft as he knelt in front of you. He sounded as emotionally drained as you felt. You could just make out his shape in the darkness and see his hand only a moment before it touched your skin. His hand was warm as it cupped your jaw. His thumb stroked your cheekbone, his fingertips curving gently around your head and into the hair at the nape of your neck. 

You hum your agreement as you try not to lean into his touch. You hadn’t spoken much since the kiss. All of it had been work-related. You found yourself wondering if you had made the whole encounter up. But you could still feel the heat of it on your lips. The slight brush of his stubble as he kisses you. You couldn’t make up the sensations that had lingered long after the kiss had ended. Maybe he regretted kissing you. And that was why he had been so distant. “You don’t have to do that.” You whisper back. 

“Do what?” His thumb catches a stray lock of hair as it continues brushing your cheek and uses his finger to tuck it behind your ear. “Check on you? I just want to make sure you are okay.” The silence is just a second or two too long and you can tell he catches the change in the air even as you answer. 

“I’m okay. Just needed a minute.” You lean your head back against the wall and away from his palm. You immediately miss the warmth and feel your thoughts start to spiral. His hand drops and he sits next to you.  

“Is this about that kiss?” His words are blunt and to the point in a very Jay fashion. The abruptness makes the air get stuck in your chest. Did he really have to bring it up? For what purpose? You both could have just ignored the fact that it had ever happened. You start talking to try to defuse the situation. 

“It’s completely normal to do rash things when you're coming down from adrenaline like that. Things you wouldn’t normally think of doing. No harm, no foul. What happens behind closed doors and all that right?” You wished that you hadn’t said anything. You felt pathetic and hoped that you hadn’t made the situation worse by offending him by implying that kissing him wouldn’t be out of the realm of normal. After all, you couldn’t think of a single person who wouldn’t jump at the chance to kiss Jay Halstead. But the two of you kissing? That wasn’t something that should ever be considered normal.  

“Is that your way of telling me to back off?” You turn to look at him, or the best you can in the dark. It was a strange way to phrase that. 

“I’m just saying... In high-tension situations... You should be held to the actions you take.” You wince and continue blabbering on, “I mean you punched Adam. That is pretty-” 

“Are you comparing our kiss to me punching Ruzek?” There is disbelief and maybe a touch of frustration in his tone. 

“Well not exactly-” 

“Because those situations were different. I was in a completely different headspace, thanks to you, during that kiss. And quite frankly I think Ruzek deserved that. He gets too cocky and needs to be knocked down a few pegs here and there.” You can hear the change in his tone. “So, if you are regretting that kiss-.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying.” It is the only thing that you can get out of your mouth. Then there is another pause that is just a little too long. You hear Jay mutter something that sounds like fuck it before a hand is on your cheek pulling you into a rough open-mouthed kiss. Your gasp turns into a moan. His hand grips your hip and yanks you to straddle his lap. You feel the gun on his hip dig into your left thigh. You shift sitting more firmly in his lap. You pull back from the kiss to catch your breath. Your lips barely graze each other with each breath.  

“Sometimes you make no sense to me.” He whispered against your lips. You breathed out a laugh, leaning in to steal another kiss. You feel bold by his touch. His hands moved from your hips down to the back of your thighs before trailing back up to your ass and squeezing firmly. You hadn’t touched Jay during your first kiss. Not really. 

You don’t waste this opportunity. You let your hands wander as you kiss him, touching all the places you had only ever dreamed about. You stroke up his biceps, shoulders, and down his back. You feel the lean muscles ripple under your fingertips.  

A loud ringing makes you jump back. You sigh and pull your phone out of your jacket pocket. A text from your boss demands your return. You look at Jay, his face illuminated by your phone. “To be continued.” You lean forward to peck one more kiss on his lips before you regretfully get back to your feet.    

 @sdddoobydoobydoo you said you wanted to be tagged.

#chicago pd #jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you

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#svu #one chicago #ncis #reader insert #nick torres #antonio dawson #jay halstead #will halstead #joe velasco #nick amaro #sonny carisi

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antonio dawson, 91. "we're... just friends"

thanks in advance and hope u have fun writing! <3

Antonio Dawson: Just Friends Prompt NSFW

Thanks for the request!!! I had so many ideas for this prompt but most weren’t smutty so I went with this one. I might have to do this same prompt with a different person, it got so many ideas going.

You had followed him into the bathroom at Molly's. His texts had been getting more and more graphic throughout the day. They had started off teasing. Flirty. Then they had become downright filthy. You had been walking around with wet panties and a primal hunger in your lower stomach your entire workday.

You had barely closed the door when he was on you. He slammed you against the door his hot mouth dominating your feverish kiss. His calloused fingers wasted no time in sliding under your skirt and rubbing you through your soaked panties before sliding underneath them. You gasped into his mouth as two fingers pressed inside you. "You're already so wet cariño and I've barely touched you."

"Antonio," You rock wantonly with him as he fingerfucks you. Your hands go to his waist. You clumsily open his belt and pop the button of his jeans. Your hand finds his hard cock. A groan rumbles from his chest. It is clear you weren't the only one worked up.

You only get a few strokes over his length before his grip is on your forearm wrenching your hand away. He spins you pressing your chest against the wood door. Your body hummed in anticipation. A dominant Antonio always leaned towards the rougher side of sex. It would leave you aching tomorrow but was well worth the satisfaction it would bring tonight.

He pressed your hand against the wall above your head, followed by the other. "Keep them there." You barely have the sense to nod as he takes over your neck with nips and open-mouthed kisses. He forces your thighs open wider by pushing his between them.

His cock head notches at your entrance and he slams into you in one smooth motion. You throw your head back a curse on your lips. Antonio keeps his pace hard and fast. Your body is pressed between the door and his muscular chest. His body heat and the musk of his cologne overwhelm your senses.

Antonio grips one of your thighs and pushes it up against the wall. It changed the angle of his thrust forcing him much deeper. Your nails scrapped the wood of the door as pleasure flashed white hot through your body. His other hand snuck around you to rub your clit as he continued his punishing pace. You have to bite your bottom lip to keep from screaming as the crescendo of your orgasm hits you.

Your cunt clenches around his cock like a vice and he curses in Spanish as his thrusts get sloppy and he cums inside of you. There is a quiet moment after where the two of you stand trying to catch your breath. His grip on your thigh loosens and you lower your leg back to the ground, with no doubt a new fingerprint bruises forming.

You look over your shoulder and see Antonio's face is close. You can feel his breath as his stubbled cheek rests against your ear. You turn back to resist the urge to kiss him again. You know the time after sex is critical when the 'love hormones' wreak the most havoc. You had already started to catch more than friendly feelings for Antonio as the weeks of hooking up turned into months. Antonio, however, always seemed completely heartbreakingly unaffected. You had known it was only a matter of time before you would be forced to break it off no matter how phenomenal the sex was.

You knew it was coming soon.

You sit back down next to your friends. One of them notices that Antonio leaves the same bathroom after you. Instead of calling you out in front of the rest of your friends, she asks about your relationship with him. At the sound of his name, you turn to search for him. A pretty blonde-haired woman is touching his arm, moving closer to him as she talks. You try to stifle the jealousy that bubbles up in you. "We're...just friends." You manage to mumble still feeling your wetness and his cum soaking your panties.

You make an excuse to leave and don't have the courage to look back. If you had you would have seen Antonio extracting himself from the woman's grip and trying to follow you, only to be stopped by a phone call from work that would send him in the opposite direction.

#chicago pd #antonio dawson #antonio dawson x reader #antonio dawson imagine #antonio dawson x you

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Nick Amaro: Boxing

NOTE: I originally posted this short story on a reblog of these GIFS but I don't think it reached as many people because of it so I'm going to also post it like this.

Sometimes a GIF just makes you have to write a little something. This one definitely did. Thank you, Nick Amaro.  

You stopped to watch your boyfriend hit the punching bag. It was erotic in a way that it had no right being. The flex of his arms, bunching of his shoulders. The graceful turning of his hips as he put his weight behind his punches. The power that propelled the bag back. Sweat gathered at his temples and neck dripping down his lithe body making the white wife beater cling tantalizingly to his chest and stomach.

You had sudden and deep regret at never going to his boxing gym before. It was a hole-in-the-wall place he loved and you figured it would be filled with testosterone and alpha male ego. You were willing to deal with both now that you knew exactly what sight was awaiting you if you did.

Nick was fully focused on what he was doing. It was clear he hadn't noticed your arrival yet. You let yourself indulge in his movement for a few minutes longer before letting out a wolf whistle. "Ay, Papi what's a girl gotta do to get a private show?"

Nick's head whipped to you a smirk on his lips. He doesn't stop his punches, he preens and starts showing off more as you walk closer to him. "Para una mamacita sexy como tú? (For a sexy mommy like you?) Just say the word."

You hum happily as he pauses and you slide between him and the punch bag. Nick wipes away sweat dripping into his eyes with his glove. Your fingertips trace down from his collarbone to his chest, placing your hand against his firm chest. It's rising and falling at a faster pace than normal. You can feel the pound of his heart from his exertion.

Nick backed you into the bag behind you. You feel it swing back when your weight presses against it. His gloved hand grasped at your hips as his cheek pressed against your own. He pulls you closer, his body heat blazing against your skin, the moisture of his sweat transferring to your skin.

Nick leans down and you tease him. Your lips barely brush his as you slide your hand up his arms, shoulders, and then up his neck and into his hair. "Guapo," You ghost against his lips. His smile widens and it is infectious. You giggle and rub your nose against his in Eskimo kisses. "Maybe you can show me how to do that hip motion at home, hmm?"

"I can show you more than just that, cariño." He promised finally catching your lips in a hot open-mouthed kiss.

"I look forward to it."

#nick amaro #nick amaro svu #nick amaro x you #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #svu

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Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz

Not the Pizza Guy (ft Platonic! Jay Halstead)

#greg gerwitz x you #greg gerwitz x reader #greg gerwitz imagine #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz

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Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz (ft platonic!Jay Halstead): Not The Pizza Guy 

You swung the door open money in hand and paused at the man in front of you. “You're not the pizza guy.” He was leaning on the doorframe, his jacket damp from the night rain. His face, which had been furrowed in worry, was now caught between shock and disbelief. Your eyes fall to the badge clipped on his hip. You had thought that knock was a little loud and on the cop side. A smile comes to your lips, “You must be Jay,” 

“Yeah, I must be.” He agreed. You nodded at him and gestured into the apartment.  

“Did you want to come in? Greg is just in the shower.” It is strange for Jay to hear Mouse’s legal name. It’s even stranger to see you standing in front of him, all smiles, dressed in one of Mouse’s Star Wars sweatshirts and little else. You don’t wait for him to answer as you head back in. Jay hesitated before following you in and closing the door behind him. The living room was empty. Jay barely sees your ponytail rounding the corner as you call out Mouse’s name.  

Jay feels out of sorts. He had come over because he had been worried about his friend. It seemed like Mouse was falling back into old bad habits. He was blowing off team outings, constantly distracted by his phone, and had seemingly been in his own world. Jay's first and only thought had been that his friend was struggling with PTSD. He had feared that Mouse may have been slipping back into his former drug use. He had come intent on doing an intervention if need be. He had been planning what he would say, the options he had found, and even prepared to move Mouse in with him if he needed the extra support.  

Now he wasn’t sure how to respond. 

Mouse rounds the corner in sweats, toweling off his hair. He had clearly been alerted to Jay’s arrival. He had the grace to look guilty. “Hey buddy,” You walked back in now sporting a pair of black leggings under Mouse’s hoodie. There is a moment of quiet before another knock sounds at the door again. 

“Now that’s got to be the pizza.” You turn on your heel walking between the boys to head for the door.  

“Baby, for the sake of my peace of mind, please check who it is before you open the door this time. This is Chicago, not your small town.” You look back at your boyfriend smiling contritely. 

“Yeah, right, sorry.” They watched you head to the door. There is a brief pause and then, “You're not a murderer, right? You’re just the pizza guy?” Mouse rubs his hands over his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.  

“Her lack of self-preservation is going to take years off my life.”  

Before Jay can ask Mouse anything, you come back into the room with the pizza and a stack of paper plates. You give one to Mouse and then offer another to Jay. Soon you are all sitting in the living room eating pizza and the ball game is on the TV. Jay can’t focus on it and instead spends his time analyzing you and his old war buddy. Jay watches as Mouse throws his arm across the back of the couch and you lean into his side. You place a napkin on his leg, and he smiles down at you. There is a lightness in his friend, a warmth, a happiness that Jay hasn’t seen in a long time. He feels ridiculous for being so off base with how his friend was doing. 

And so fucking grateful he was wrong. 

Jay lingered after everyone had finished the food. You offer to make a pot of coffee and the boys accept. Mouse watches as you disappear into the kitchen. “She seems like a nice girl.” Mouse’s lips form an unconscious smile. 

“She is.” 

“Why didn’t you just tell me man? I was worried about you.” Mouse rubs the back of his neck scratching gently. He lifts his eyes from where they had been trained on the floor. 

“I know, I’m sorry. It was selfish but I just wanted to keep her to myself for a while. She’s so innocent. Untouched by the dark side of humanity.” Jay can see the struggle in Mouse’s eyes. The self-doubt and question of if he was worthy of something good.

Someone good.

Jay had seen it many times looking back at him in the mirror. “Her parents are still together, from a small town- never even locked her front door before she moved to Chicago- can you believe that? And she just-” Mouse threw his hands up as if he was trying to get a grasp on his own good fortune, “She walked into a cafe and right into my life. Just like that. Just like that man. I can’t even believe it. She's not anything like what I would have picked for myself.” Mouse chuckles, “She is so technologically challenged, it’s insane. I thought you guys at the precinct were bad, but it is nothing compared to her. And I can’t help but find it strangely adorable.” 

Jay put a hand on Mouse’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I’m happy for you buddy, really, I am. You deserve it. But you can’t hide her away forever. And everybody is going to want to meet her.” 

“I know.”

You come in holding a cup of coffee in each hand and creamer, and sugar tucked under your arm. You offer the cups to both men. “I didn’t know how you took your coffee.” You say in explanation and Jay looks amused as he takes the sugar from your arm and pours some into his cup. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Mouse takes a drink of his already doctored-up coffee. He meets eyes with Jay before taking a deep breath. “Hey, the intelligence team is getting together at Molly’s tomorrow night...Do you want to go? Meet everyone.” You smile brightly pressing a kiss to Mouse's cheek. 

“I’d love to meet your family.”              

#chicago pd #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz x reader #greg gerwitz x you #greg gerwitz imagine #jay halstead

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Sometimes a GIF just makes you have to write a little something. This one definitely did. Thank you, Nick Amaro.  

You stopped to watch your boyfriend hit the punching bag. It was erotic in a way that it had no right being. The flex of his arms, bunching of his shoulders. The graceful turning of his hips as he put his weight behind his punches. The power that propelled the bag back. Sweat gathered at his temples and neck dripping down his lithe body making the white wife beater cling tantalizingly to his chest and stomach.

You had sudden and deep regret at never going to his boxing gym before. It was a hole-in-the-wall place he loved and you figured it would be filled with testosterone and alpha male ego. You were willing to deal with both now that you knew exactly what sight was awaiting you if you did.

Nick was fully focused on what he was doing. It was clear he hadn't noticed your arrival yet. You let yourself indulge in his movement for a few minutes longer before letting out a wolf whistle. "Ay, Papi what's a girl gotta do to get a private show?"

Nick's head whipped to you a smirk on his lips. He doesn't stop his punches, he preens and starts showing off more as you walk closer to him. "Para una mamacita sexy como tú? (For a sexy mommy like you?) Just say the word."

You hum happily as he pauses and you slide between him and the punch bag. Nick wipes away sweat dripping into his eyes with his glove. Your fingertips trace down from his collarbone to his chest, placing your hand against his firm chest. It's rising and falling at a faster pace than normal. You can feel the pound of his heart from his exertion.

Nick backed you into the bag behind you. You feel it swing back when your weight presses against it. His gloved hand grasped at your hips as his cheek pressed against your own. He pulls you closer, his body heat blazing against your skin, the moisture of his sweat transferring to your skin.

Nick leans down and you tease him. Your lips barely brush his as you slide your hand up his arms, shoulders, and then up his neck and into his hair. "Guapo," You ghost against his lips. His smile widens and it is infectious. You giggle and rub your nose against his in Eskimo kisses. "Maybe you can show me how to do that hip motion at home, hmm?"

"I can show you more than just that, cariño." He promised finally catching your lips in a hot open-mouthed kiss.

"I look forward to it."

Amaro’s One-Eighty (s15.e10) Danny Pino as Nick Amaro

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Chicago PD 3x3 (I'm rewatching and damn I missed a lot of episodes)

I just want to say. YES, YES, YES! Mouse you are the man. Build that rapport- get to the heart of the issue. The head nod from Jay just before?

Jay: What took you so long?

Mouse: I believed him

Just yes!!! One of the best side characters ever. The scene at the end with him and Jay after he took the bullets out of the dad's gun? I was in a puddle on the floor.

I need to see more of him. I need to find the fanfics and reader inserts. There aren't many and it's not fair! (Please leave recommendations I feel like I've been through them all in a day)

It's okay Mouse you are officially on my writing list and we are going to give you your rightful time. <3

#chicago pd #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #jay halstead #chicago pd season 3 #Chicago pd 3x3

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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again

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#writers #writer stuff #writing #on writing

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Jay Halstead (& Platonic! Will Halstead): People You Love

Some stories just write themselves and that is what this one did. I’ve been in a writing mood lately and I have a whole list of ideas I want to go through. This isn’t super Jay x reader-focused. 

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and anti Will/ Natalie content 

You took a sip of your drink listening to Will talk to his brother about his latest disagreement with Natalie. You had learned at the beginning of your relationship with Jay and first meeting Will that it was not a topic of conversation that you should chime in on.  

Will wanted to be with Nat and there was nothing that could change that to his and her own detriment. You stirred the brightly colored liquid with your straw, listening to the ice cubes click against the glass. It was a sweet drink that Gabby had made for you. You were one of the few who frequented Molly’s that didn’t drink beer and only ordered mixed drinks. You had gotten hell for it from a few of the blue-collar boys, but Gabby had taken that as a challenge. There was always a new drink she had found for you to try. 

You tried to hide your wince by taking a drink when Will went through some particularly low blows of the fight. The saying sticks and stones make break my bone never considered how cutting words could be. Especially from the people who were supposed to love you. “You want another babe?” Your eyes flashed between his eyes and your cup which you now found almost empty. You hesitate, but with the way Will is going, you will probably be here for quite a while yet.   

“Yeah, just one more,” You agree. You watch him leave the table and make his way over to the crowded bar top. He wouldn’t have to wait if not for your drink, but he never complained. You heard a sigh and the loud click of a bottle being set more forcefully on the table.  

“Alright, let's hear it.” You glance up at Will expectantly. You weren’t close but you had acquaintanceship because of Jay. You liked Will but it was hard to form a real friendship with someone when you felt like you had to edit everything you said because they couldn’t handle your honesty. Will had a strong alpha male confidence and ego. He needed someone who could call him to the carpet, but you weren’t willing to risk your relationship with Jay to be that for him. You tilted your head in question to his statement. “I know you want to say something, so let’s hear it.” You shake your head circling your straw in your cup again. The bangles that lined your arms clinked together loudly as they slid down to your wrists. “C’mon,” Will pressed. 

“It’s nothing you want to hear.”  

“But there is something you want to say.” His gaze held yours and he raised his eyebrows in question. There was a challenging spark in his eyes. He was looking for a fight. “You’ve been with my brother for almost a year and never had an opinion you wanted to share about any of my relationship problems? I doubt that. I’ve been trying and nothing has been working out. So, I’m up for a female viewpoint.”  

“What you want is a fight. I like my relationship with Jay, I’m not going to ruin it by fighting with his older brother.” Will sits up a little straighter in his seat.  

“Is that so? Well, this one can be on the house. No backlash or fallout. The way I see it-I asked, you answered.” You eye him up and down trying to determine the truth of his words and if he was able to abide by what he just offered. You looked at the bar. Jay was leaning leisurely against the bar top talking to Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, and Gabby. You could tell he was still going to be a minute. You look back at Will and nod.  

“You and Natalie are never going to work.” Will blows out a breath and leans back in his seat before scoffing and shaking his head.  

“You don’t-” You shake your head at him holding up your hand making all the bangles clank down to the bottom of your forearm, the loud noise effectively covering up his rebuttal.  

“Uh-uh, you asked my opinion and now you're going to listen to it.” Will mouth turns into a firm line but he stays silent. “You two are bad for each other. I know you want it to work, to figure it out, for the little rainbows and butterflies to flutter down to fix all your problems. But it’s not going to happen. You two are bad for each other. She is bringing out the worst in you and from what I can tell- from the very limited time I’ve spent with you together- you are doing the same for her.” 

“I love her,” You shake your head at the redheaded man in front of you. 

“What you're doing to each other isn’t love Will. I know you care about her. Want what’s best for her but that doesn’t make it you. Love is finding each other's soft spots, their weakness. It’s learning and knowing exactly what could destroy them. It’s having all that power and choosing to protect them instead of bringing them to their knees.” You play with a bangle on your wrist twisting it, “I’ve been in a relationship where we picked each other to pieces, and I promise you Will that isn’t what you want.” You feel your eyes mist over with emotion, “It’s hard letting go but when you find someone that goes out of their way to protect you...When you would do anything to protect them...You will know that you’ve made the right decision.” 

“I protect Natalie.” You shake your head at Will getting frustrated with his purposeful ignoring of the issues. “We just get heated sometimes, say things we don’t-” 

“That’s what I am saying, Will. It seems to happen every other week with you too. Over stupid things that don’t matter.”  

“Unlike you and Jay. Because I’m sure you too never fight.” Will shoots back and your frustration rises.  

“Jay has PTSD. I’m more worried about protecting his mental health than notching up our day-to-day bickering. He gets in this headspace sometimes and it is irritating and frustrating because I just want him to talk to me. For him to let me help him. But he won’t. I didn’t understand at first. How could I? Then he had a really bad bout of it after a case. He didn’t hear me come in and I startled him. He pulled his gun on me. Pointed it right at my head.”  

Will felt his own frustration turn into something churning in his stomach. He knew his brother struggled with PTSD from time to time. He knew that he had nightmares and that there were times when he was constantly on edge- hypervigilant. But Will had never been there to see the full extent of it. “When he realized it was me, I could see it all in his eyes. He was afraid that he could hurt me. That I would be afraid to be around him. If he had any idea how terrified I was, not that he would hurt me but that he would torture himself with it. Nobody can hurt Jay like Jay can. The fallout was awful. He struggled to get past it. I knew that it could never happen again.” 

“So, what did you do?”  

You looked at your arm and wiggled it. The bangles clank loudly together. “I made it so I can never sneak up on him again. When I went through my Bollywood phase and bought bangles my mom used to complain that the entire neighborhood could hear me when I walked around. I’m sure one highly trained soldier can hear it coming from a mile away.” You look over to meet your gaze with Will again. “Now when I see the signs, I wear them. That is what you do for the people you love.”  

A look of understanding and respect is clear in Will’s eyes. You give him a smile and feel the threads of friendship beginning to form on the strong foundation of honesty and shared love of another person. “If you ever tell him that-” Will mimics zipping his lips before taking the last pull of his beer. You two sit in quiet understanding, and you can see Will marinating on your words. Whether they are thoughts about Jay or his relationship with Natalie you were unsure.  

Jay returns a few minutes later, setting a vivid blue and green drink in front of you and two bottles of beer for the brothers. You eyed the drink thoughtfully, “Gabby said you had to try it. She called it sweet poison, I think.” You stir it before sipping through the straw. You could taste the rum. Gabby had a habit of being heavy-handed with your drinks. It was good though. You turned to look at Gabby and when she raised her eyebrows in question you gave her an enthusiastic nod. She fist-pumped her accomplishment before turning back to Matt. “That good?” 

His strong hand found your thigh under the table, and you smiled at him. You caressed his forearm with one hand while pushing the drink closer to him with the other. “Yeah, try it.” He made a face at you but took a drink from the cup, not the straw. He merely shrugged his shoulders when you asked what he thought. “Yeah, yeah it’s always too sweet for you.” Jay looks over at his brother. 

“You okay man?” He questions, Will was being too quiet.  

“Yeah,” He runs his fingers through his curls, “I was just thinking... Might be a good time to get away for a while. Maybe do a week trip at Gramp's cabin. Fish and stock up on some more wood for the winter. You want to go?” The offer seems to throw Jay for a second. Between Will’s struggling relationship and Jay being busy with a heavy caseload they hadn’t had much time to spend together. Jay looks over at you and you smile brightly at him squeezing his arm. 

“Yeah, I have some time saved up that I need to go through.”     

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Sonny Carisi: Handcuffs NSFW 

This had been sitting half-finished on my computer for over a month. I finally found it in me to finish it. I hope you guys enjoy xoxo.  

Warning: NSFW content, Sonny Carisi being a sexy beast. 

This wasn’t quite what Dominick Carisi had pictured when you had asked him if he still had his handcuffs from his detective days. His hands cuffed through your headboard, just tight enough that he couldn’t slip out of them. His shirt was unbuttoned and spread wide open and stripped down to his boxers. You in nothing more than a set of sheer panties and a lacy bra placed firmly on his lap. You trace your fingertips down his chest, leaning forward to kiss his neck. Sonny groaned his hips jerking up and grinding against your warm wet core. “I told you to stay still.” You chastened.  

Sonny's eyes were dark, pupils blown with lust. He hissed as you nipped at his collarbone. “You aren’t exactly making it easy on me doll.” You respond by kissing down his chest and to the waistband of his boxer. You slid your finger across the hemline and watched him shiver in response. You nip the soft skin under his belly button, and he groans throwing his head back. You make to grab his cock but stop short at just grazing him lightly through his boxers. His hip jerked up again needing contact. 

“Hmm, oh is that what you want?” You ask teasingly. You smile when he eagerly agrees. His skin is flush from your teasing and it is clear that he is wanting. “Tell me baby what are you willing to do for it? You can’t follow my instructions, so it will have to be a trade.”  

“I’ll make you come first.” You slide up his body letting your chest graze his. Your hard nipples barely make contact through the lace.  

“How are you going to do that Dom?” You reach up and tug gently at the cuffs making the point that his hands were out of commission. “I’m not letting you out of these. Not until I’m good and ready.”  

“You’re gonna sit on my face.” His Statant Island accent was thick, and the words made your pussy clench. Your eyes catch his blue ones. The stare was hot and spoke volumes about what he wanted to do. “Come on baby. I don’t need my hands to make you scream.” You groaned. It wasn’t fair that even in his submissive position cuffed to your bed he had such control of your body. It was tingling in anticipation and a new flood of arousal dripped from you. Your panties were already soaked, and the moisture had begun to dampen his boxers as you rocked against his hardness. “C’mere,” 

Your body jumped to attention, and you straddled his face. You slowly brought yourself down onto his lips. He wasted no time in licking and sucking through the thin lace that covered you. The pace was slow and languish until he got the lace pushed to the side and could reach your bare cunt. You gasped loudly as he licked parting your lips to fuck you with his tongue. Your hips jerked up, but he followed you lapping at your clit until your shaking legs took you too high. “I said sit,”  

You looked down into his eyes, “You're not in control right now.” For being raised Catholic the man was kinky and had a thing for being in charge during sex. Not that you were complaining. You shifted off him and yanked your panties off before turning around and resuming your position so that you could reach his aching cock. It was only fair, with the way he was going at you, you weren’t going to last long.  

You pulled him free of his boxers and wasted no time in taking him into your mouth. He groaned loudly before doubling his efforts on your pussy. He was lapping at your wet cunt, tasting your sweet juices. You started bobbing your head taking his thick hard shaft further in your mouth. The two of you teased each other, pulling gasps and moans. Your legs were shaking riding his face as his hips started thrusting into your mouth.  

When Sonny started to feel himself getting close from your teasing he focused on your clit. He sucked it into his mouth teasing it with his tongue until you come. The pleasure is so intense that you have to stop your own ministrations to let out the building scream. Hot pleasure coarse through your body all the way to your curling toes. He doesn’t stop working your sensitive nub through your orgasm. The juices he couldn’t catch with his tongue dripping down his chin. You shake wildly against him, your nails digging into the skin of his hips and thighs. When he doesn’t show any intention of letting up you shimmy away from him to catch your breath. Your heart thudding harshly in your chest.   

You rip your bra off feeling molten hot from the inside out. You turn around this time to straddle his hips. You slam down onto his cock. Sonny gasps and you hear the rattle of him yanking at his cuffs. You fuck yourself on him roughly. You grind your swollen clit onto his pubic bone as you thrust down. You lean forward your chest pressing against his. His chest hair brushes your hard nipples. You kiss him furiously, biting his bottom lip. You swallow his moans as he gets close to his release and then he catches yours when he plants his feet and starts thrusting up into you. 

You pull back from his kiss to moan his name, as he orgasms pumping his hot seed into you. You reach between your bodies to rub circles on your clit a few times forcing your own orgasm rips through you. You collapse on his chest, your hips rocking gently against him sending sharp jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“Fuck doll,” His tone is tired but frivolous. “That was one hell of a ride.” You rest your chin on his peck meeting his gaze. You smirk at him kissing his chest to accent your words. 

“Those handcuffs should hold up for a while, which is good because I'm only just getting started with you, baby.”  

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Jay Halstead: Sensory Overload 

I’m not sure how I feel about this one...But I spent the time writing it so you might as well get the option to read it. It was definitely better in my head.  

Warnings- Mentions of sensory overload, minor violence 

There is now a part two To Be Continued

You continued tugging Jay down the hallway of the police department. He and Adam had just gotten into a loud and unnecessary fight. Jay had been irritable for the last few weeks from the pressure of this case that involved an old military buddy of his and Mouse weighing heavily on him. He had crossed the line when he had swung at Ruzek connecting firm with a well-aimed hook that had knocked the other officer flat on his ass.  

Jay hadn’t protested when you had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of intelligence and down to the locker rooms. But he did when you pulled him through the room and into a smaller hallway out the back. “I know, I know I shouldn’t have hit Ruzek-” You snort at that. “I said I know I fucked up.” You open a half-empty supply closet, and the lights flick on automatically. You pull Jay into the room and the door slams closed behind you. “What the hell. If you're looking for a hook up all you had to do was-” 

“Shut up Jay,” His eyes meet yours before you reach back and flip off the light switch. He expects a forceful kiss and you to start tearing at his clothes. Why else would you possibly take him into a secluded room and turn off the lights? Jay wasn’t complaining. You were an attractive woman, and he would have to be blind not to notice. He is taken aback when instead you release your grip on his forearm, and he feels you shift back a step. “Just take a few breaths,”  

“I’m not having an anxiety attack.” Jay shoots back his voice bouncing harshly off the walls. His skin crawled when he thought others viewed him as vulnerable.   

“I know,” You soothe, “Just for once listen to me. Take a minute.”  

Jay scoffs, muttering to himself as he shifts on his feet before reluctantly doing as you say. He is already here, standing in the dark, feeling more than a little bit ridiculous. He might as well oblige you. It takes almost a full minute before he understands. He can feel his body reacting to the change in stimuli.  

When he had been up in the intelligence bullpen it had been stiflingly hot with the air conditioner being broken down. His clothes had clung to him making his skin feel too tight and like his nerves were trying to crawl their way out of his flesh. The florescent lights had been making his eyes burn and he swore the hum from them was echoing through the room. Everything was loud in that room. It seemed like everyone was yelling instead of talking, the noise reverberating through his head and making his head and behind his eyes throb.     

 This room is cold and dark. The only sound is the two of you breathing and the hum of the air coming through the vent. He could feel his irritation calm. His body was relaxing, the throbbing in his head dulling. It was as if a dial had been spun down to the lowest setting on everything. Jay sunk into the feeling. 

When his thoughts returned to him, he wasn’t sure how long you had both been standing in the dark room. “How did you know to do that?” He had whispered but it sounded louder, breaking through the silence.  

“It helps me, I was hoping it would help you too.” You whispered back. “Sensory overload can be completely consuming.” 

“Sensory overload,” Jay repeats trying to think if he had ever heard anything about it when he had done his mandatory counseling in the army. It sounded vaguely familiar but nothing concrete when it came to information. That's when it occurred to him. “Is this where you sneak off all the time?” 

You hum in agreement, “It helps when I’m having a hard time. When I need a minute to myself before I get back to it. I hope it helped you too.” You feel slightly awkward. You had been so sure that it was what Jay had needed when you had drug him down here. He sounded better but you couldn’t be sure. The two of you weren’t close. It was mostly your fault. You were on the shyer side, not a detective but a forensic scientist for the department.

Jay was cocky and sassy, always sure of what he was saying. It was intimidating. Not to mention you found him just a few degrees too high in the looks department. Despite that, he was a sweet guy. He had, on more than one occasion, stopped people from talking over you or butting in when you were laying out forensic information. At first, it had been awkward knowing you had everyone's full attention on you when giving your reports. In the end, it gave you a confidence boost.     

You hadn’t been thinking when you had grabbed his forearm and yanked him to follow you after he had laid out Adam.  

“It did,” Jay rasped, “Thank you.” He was closer to you now. You could feel his body heat like a walking furnace burning next to you. You trembled as you thought of the implications of the two of you being locked in this room together. His own words about hooking up ring back through your ears. You had flushed brightly with embarrassment that he had blissfully missed because of the darkness you had blanketed the two of you in.  

“We should probably get back,” It had been a significant period, and you were starting to lose your rationality of the relationship you two had. 

Barely friends, maybe not even friends.   

You heard his agreement, his focus returning to the case at hand, and felt him take a few steps to the door. He was reaching for the light switch when the impulse overtook you. You grabbed his forearm again to stop him from turning on the light. You pressed up on your toes and pressed a full but gentle peck on his lips. It was quick and chaste. Your confidence had died off quickly leaving you feeling embarrassed.  

Your heels had barely touched the floor again when Jay’s body was wrapped around you. His lips captured yours in a heated, lingering kiss. It was the only thing you could focus on. The intensity was wild and burned through you singeing all your senses.  

When he pulled back, he traced your bottom lip with his calloused thumb, “To be continued.” He promised. 

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