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[mysoulisasunflower]

well that neighbor feud took an amusing turn.

[mysoulisasunflower]

Can you do one with Terry Bruno getting hurt badly while undercover/ in the interrogation room? (No ships plz!! 🙏)

I'm sorry honey but I don't write... I only make gifs !

But there are many very talented people here in this field who should be able to answer your request !

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Hi can you do 1. It's a quarter past midnight with Terry Bruno? :)

Part of the Affair!Terry Arc

It's a quarter past midnight and Terry’s still sitting at his desk, staring at the blank computer screen. He should go home, Rose is waiting in that pretty pink robe of hers. She’s already set him a picture, followed up with a couple of texts but the truth is he can’t do it. He can’t go home to that woman because he knows what she expects from him and he can’t give it to her.

It had started months ago, the discussions about starting a family, he’d brushed it off at first but then he’d found the ovulation kit. Before he knows it, he’s being summoned home to fulfil an obligation that he doesn’t want.

Rose thinks he’ll change his mind once she’s pregnant but Terry won’t let it get that far. That’s the real reason he doesn’t want to go home tonight because once he does he knows his marriage is over and right now he doesn’t have the fortitude for that.

His phone chimes and he sighs as he picks it up, expecting it to be Rose again.

It’s not, it’s you.

You’re wearing a black lace basque that accentuates your form and thigh high stockings, he can’t wait to run his hands over. His cocks already stirring within the confines of his jeans as he studies the text underneath.

Let’s get into some trouble tonight.

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#fuck.... #terry bruno #law and order: svu

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Once again... EXCUSE ME SIR

#AHHHHHHHHHH #🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 #fuck this man #i love him #damn him #maurice compte

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Best notification ever ! Omg I love it ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Valentine's Day Bingo: Tinder - Terry Bruno x Reader

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Hitting the Dating App Bingo Square!

Companion piece to Pinot Grigio - How it all started...

Terry doesn’t realise that you’re single, not until he downloads Tinder and sees your profile. The last time the two of you spoke you were in a long-term relationship, and he was married. It’s crazy how much can change in the space of a year.

The two of you have always had chemistry. He thinks about the last time you were together; he’d been keeping you company while you waited for your Uber outside O’Malley’s. You’d tilted your head up at just the right moment, met his gaze and something had just sparked. He’d kissed you that night, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw as your hands threaded through his hair. Before he knew it, he was in your bed, making love to you by the light of the streetlamp outside.

It was a mistake you’d agreed in the aftermath. You’d both been drinking, working long hours…

The two of you hadn’t spoken since.

Now you’re both newly single, he’s made the jump to Manhattan SVU, and you’ve risen to the rank of Sergent in the Bronx Homicide division. He still thinks about you, the way you felt pressed against his body, the taste of you on his lips. He’s re-lived that night a thousand times over, in the shower, in his bed.

His thumb hovers over the screen, before he takes a chance and swipes right.

“You’ve matched.” The notification tells him, and he finds himself smiling as he types out a message.

Hi Sam, it reads. Let’s get dinner tonight.

#terry bruno #law and order: svu

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My poor sweet baby Juice 😢😢😢

I need to give him a hug 😭😭

Love Letter: Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader

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References to:

Safe - Chibs patches you up after a bad night.

Gunpowder & Lead - Chibs searches for you in the aftermath of Safe.

Home - Chibs decides to take you home. - Companion piece to Safe and Gunpowder & Lead

By the time your letter arrives in the mail Juice has already gone completely off the rails. He spends his nights partying, drinking himself into oblivion and taking a concoction of drugs that even Tig wouldn’t have touched during his wild years.

When he’s not at the clubhouse getting fucked, he’s doing his own fucking back at Diosa. He’s slept with countless women over the past couple of months and none of them get the memory of you out of his head.

It's not your absence that kills him, although that’s part of it. It’s the guilt. He’s the one that put you back on your husband’s radar, the one that insisted you submit that painting into the competition, the one who’d encouraged you to have your picture taken with it.

He recognises your handwriting as soon as he finds the envelop in his mailbox. His thumb chases over the cursive loops before he tucks it underneathe the stack of motorcycle magazines on the coffee table. He knows it’s just a rehash of the phone conversation you had. He can’t stand to go through it again, but he also can’t bring himself to throw it away.

It’s Chibs that finds the letter.

He knows what a man in crisis looks like and he can see that Juice is starting to circle the drain. How it happens doesn’t matter, OD, bar fight, liver failure, the point is it’s doing to happen, and Chibs can’t stand the thought of it.

When he drags Juice home from the clubhouse that night and puts him to bed, he surveys the mess with a sigh. There’s empty beer bottles and take away containers all over the place. A dozen of empty mugs he’s been using as ashtrays. The kid Chibs knows is practically OCD to the point of making sure the tins in his cupboard face the right way, the mess is a sure sign that Juice is struggling.

It's when he starts cleaning up that he comes across the envelop. He tears it open because at this point, he’s looking for some insight because Juice hasn’t been forthcoming. He knows you’ve left but as to the circumstances, the younger man refuses to talk about it.

It’s as he reads the letter than he understands what happened. It’s an echo of his own past, of the night Evelyn turned up at his door with bruises on her face because her divorce had gone through, and her ex had turned up at the house that night.

The difference between you and Evelyn…

She knew she couldn’t outrun that monster, so she’d taken matters into her own hands. She’d been prepared to go to prison for it until he’d stepped in.

You…

You didn’t have it in you. Evelyn was tempered steel underneathe all that silk and litigation. You’re all heart, soft and artistic, the perfect partner for someone like Juice. Chibs sighs before he lays out the letter on the coffee table. Juice needs to read this, he needs to know that it isn’t his fault, that you don’t blame him for what happened because that’s what’s fuelling his self-destructiveness, the guilt of it all.

When the younger man wakes up the next morning, he doesn’t expect to find Chib’s in his kitchen. His head is pounding and there’s that agony in his chest, the one he wakes up with every single morning.

“Sit.” Chibs says, pushing a fresh mug of coffee towards Juice.

Even in his most rebellious moments, he still respects his president. He does as he’s told, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug before bowing his head and staring into the dark liquid.

“You need to read this.” Chibs says, setting the letter down in front of the younger man. He sees Juice’s gaze flicker up to study the writing before his lips purse together grimly.

“No.” He says shaking his head, shoving the letter away from him.

“Lad…” Chibs says firmly before using his fingertips to slide the letter back. “Read it.”

It takes Juice almost five minutes to get through it, because he finds himself re-reading parts of it over and over again, trying to absorb the words, to believe them.

It’s not your fault.

I still love you.

I’ll always love you.

It’s like a dam breaks inside of him and all of that emotion he’s been repressing, it comes rushing to the surface like a flood. He uses the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that leak down his cheeks but not before one falls onto the letter, staining the ink that’s embedded in the paper.

“I thought it was my fault.” He finds himself saying as he sets the letter back down on the table.

“No.” Chibs says, meeting Juice’s gaze. He’s been there himself; he knows the toll that something like this takes on your soul, how it can ravage you, eat you from the inside out.  “None of this is your fault.”

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#my baby Juicy 😭 #juice ortiz #sons of anarchy

[mysoulisasunflower]

😅 😅 😅

#😳😳😳 #maurice compte

[mysoulisasunflower]

Damn 😳😳😳

Well — shit 😳😍😮‍💨

#terry bruno #kevin kane

[mysoulisasunflower]

I want this fic so bad...

Can you do #11 You and me, and a bottle of wine with Terry Bruno? Thanks :)

Prequel to upcoming Valentine's Day Fic: Tinder

It starts with a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

Terry’s usually a beer guy but he finds himself sharing the wine as the two of you sit at the bar in O’Malley’s toasting to the arrest of the ‘Bronx Strangler’. It’s been a gruelling case, Terry had been seconded from Bronx SVU because he’d been the lead when the strangler was just the rapist. Despite his department’s rep, he’s an excellent detective, one of the few good ones you think.

It’s his humour that attracts you, that and his compassion. Like you, he actually gives a shit about what happens to these girls, he empathises with their plight. It’s rare these days, most of the cops you know are jaded, they wouldn’t argue with the brass because a couple of working girls turned up dead.

The nature of the beast, his Captain had said before shifting the case to the bottom of the pile. He’d worked it in his own time after that. You admire his dedication, you’ve done something similar once or twice yourself.

It’s late when you step outside of the bar, you have an Uber turning up in a couple of minutes and Terry insists on waiting with you. The both of you are a little tipsy, the wine goes straight to his head and you lost track after you’d split the second bottle. He has his arm wrapped around your shoulders, steadying you and you can’t help but notice how good it feels to be tucked against his firm body. You can tell he feels it too from the way he looks at you.

There’s a heat in his eyes and you know in that moment, he’s coming home with you tonight.

You don’t remember much about the journey home, only the tenderness of Terry’s mouth as he kisses you into oblivion. When you take him to bed, he slows it down, exploring the contours of your body, learning the rhythm of your pleasure. He’s a generous lover, more so than the man you share this bed with.

He makes love to you that night, his strong arm wrapped around your waist as he holds you close, mumbling sweet nothings into the curve of your throat. It’s the intimacy of it all that overwhelms you, the proximity of him. When he looks at you, it’s like you’re the only woman in the world and that’s not something you’ve felt in a very long time.

“That’s it pretty girl.” He mutters when you come for the first time in months. “That’s it, give it to me.”

It’s in the aftermath that the reality of the situation hit’s you, it must dawn on Terry too because he’s already partially dressed when he inclines his head towards you and says.

“I’ve got a wife.”

You sigh before picking up his shirt from the floor and tossing it across the bed to him.

“I’ve got a boyfriend.”

There’s an understanding in that moment. You both aren’t getting what you need from those relationships but you’re not ready to give them up.

He kisses you before he leaves, it’s a simple brush of the lips but there’s a softness in it, an apology.

“This can’t happen again.” He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest against yours.

“I know.” You whisper before kissing him again.

That’s how it ends, at least it is until you get that notification on Tinder.

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#terry bruno

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I'm waiting for this so much !!!!!!

🌹

Terry doesn’t realise that you’re single, not until he downloads Tinder and sees your profile. The last time the two of you spoke you were in a long-term relationship, and he was married. It’s crazy how much can change in the space of a year.

Valentine's Day Bingo - Tinder - Terry Bruno x Reader - Out 1st Feb

#I'm screaming from inside #terry bruno

[mysoulisasunflower]

@mariamariquinha @cheesybadgers My bank account brings me back to harsh reality...

Erm…does anyone fancy a trip to Miami? 👀

[mysoulisasunflower]

I'm alright.... no I'm not 🫠🫠🫠

"Someone should punish you for that." with Mike Duarte please ❤️

"Do you need to be punished Captain?” You whisper against Mike’s jaw as you straddle his hips. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots and he hisses through his teeth, his cock sinking deeper into you. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself while I was away?”

“Mi Vida…” He breathes. “Those videos…”

“I don’t care why you did it Mike, only that you didn’t save it for me.” You tell him, your teeth grazing that deviant little space just underneath the curve of his jaw. He moans, his hips bucking up into you and you grasp his jaw tightly, tutting as you look into his eyes.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” You murmur, your nose trailing along his. “You need to get fucked so badly.”

“Only by you Mi Vida,” He whispers, his grip on your hips tightening. “You’re the only person who can give me what I need.”

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#i'm fucked #😳😳😳 #mike duarte #law and order svu

[mysoulisasunflower]

Why am I in the wrong country 🥲🥲

Erm…does anyone fancy a trip to Miami? 👀

[mysoulisasunflower]

Maurice Compte & friends on Instagram (1/3)

#i'm fucked #hot #maurice compte

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arthur morgan tiddies and tummy thats all im gonna say

#i'm fucked #😳😳😳 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2

[mysoulisasunflower]

Can you do #2 Under the moonlight, caressin' me right from your Thursday prompt list with Terry Bruno?

Part of the Cowboy!Terry Universe

It’s on a picnic blanket in his garden at the ranch that Terry makes love to you for the first time. He’s never done anything like this before, he usually prefers indoor venues but seeing the way the moonlight shines on your skin as the two of you look up at the stars, he just can’t help himself.

It’s starts with tender kiss, a soft brush of the lips before it becomes more heated. He finds himself surrendering as you climb into his lap, your light material of his skirt draping over his hips. When you sink down on his cock, he breathes your name, his hands gripping the fabric in his fists.

“Fuck pretty girl.” He moans because you feel so fucking perfect on his cock.

He doesn’t last long but then again neither do you. You look stunning when you climax, your head thrown back, the stars glinting in the night sky above you. It takes him over the edge, seeing you like that, feeling you grip his dick as you say his name. He comes hard, spilling his release inside of you and you smile that wonderful, wicked smile of yours, the one that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Terry tells you as you lean over, your lips brushing over his.

“Gotta make our first time memorable.” You tease as his thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek.

“Darlin,” He whispers as he looks into your eyes. “Every moment with you is memorable.”

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#😳😳😳 #terry bruno #cowboy!terry #law and order svu