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“A Christmas Promise”

Word Count: 603

Summary: A beautiful winter night for love between Nick Amaro and Tiffany Carter.

Authors Note: Let me know what you guys think!

Warnings: Tooth sickening fluff! Protect yourselves.

Central Park was a winter wonderland. Snow blanketed the ground, muffling the sounds of the bustling city beyond the trees. Twinkling Christmas lights adorned the lampposts, and wreaths hung from storefronts nearby. The chill in the air was biting, but it only made the warmth of the hot chocolate in Tiffany’s hands that much sweeter.

She and Nick strolled hand in hand through the park, their breath visible in the frosty air. Tiffany had bundled herself in a thick scarf, her cheeks pink from the cold, while Nick had his arm slung casually around her shoulders, radiating warmth.

“This is perfect,” Tiffany said, taking a sip from her cup. The rich chocolate and creamy marshmallows brought a contented sigh to her lips.

Nick glanced at her with a grin. “It is. Almost makes you forget how cold it is out here.”

Tiffany laughed, nudging him with her elbow. “You’re the one who insisted we come out here, Detective.”

Nick smirked, his dark eyes twinkling. “Guilty as charged. But look around—it’s worth it.”

As they paused near a bench decorated with garlands, Tiffany took another sip of her hot chocolate. Nick tilted his head, a playful smile curling his lips.

“You, uh, have a little something right there,” he said, gesturing to the corner of his own mouth.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. “Where?”

“Here,” Nick said, stepping closer. His hand cupped her cheek gently as he leaned in. Instead of using a napkin, he kissed the spot, his lips brushing hers in a way that sent warmth flooding through her, far more effective than any hot chocolate.

“Got it,” he murmured, his voice soft and teasing.

Tiffany blushed, laughing. “Smooth, Amaro. Very smooth.”

“Hey, just doing my duty,” he said with a wink.

They continued their walk, snow crunching beneath their boots as carolers sang in the distance. The beauty of the moment left Tiffany feeling almost weightless, the troubles of the world seeming miles away.

Nick guided her to a quiet spot by the frozen lake, the glow of string lights reflecting on the surface. It was breathtaking.

As Tiffany admired the view, Nick stepped in front of her. His hand slipped into his coat pocket, and her heart began to race as he dropped to one knee.

“Nick,” she breathed, her voice catching.

He smiled up at her, his eyes full of emotion. “Tiffany, you’ve made my life brighter, warmer, and better in every way. You’re my best friend, my partner, my everything. I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me.”

From his pocket, he pulled out a small velvet box and opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond ring.

“Tiffany Carter, will you marry me?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded, unable to find her voice at first. “Yes,” she finally managed, her voice trembling. “Yes, Nick. A thousand times yes.”

Nick slid the ring onto her finger, then stood, pulling her into his arms as the world around them seemed to pause. Snowflakes fell softly onto their hair and coats as they kissed, a kiss filled with love, promises, and the joy of a shared future.

They walked back through the park, hand in hand, the ring sparkling on Tiffany’s finger as they passed the Christmas lights. The world felt brighter, more magical, as if even the city was celebrating with them.

“I have to admit,” Tiffany said, smiling up at him, “this might just be the best Christmas ever.”

Nick grinned, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And it’s only the beginning, Amor. The best is yet to come.”

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Whispers in the Rain

Word Count: 571

Authors note: A self indulging comfort fic! Restless night and I needed some Amaro comfort.

Warnings: None

The room was dim, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm light over Tiffany and Nick as they lay together. The sound of rain pattered against the window, a calming rhythm that seemed to echo Nick’s steady breathing. His russet skin seemed to glow under the amber light, his warmth palpable as he held Tiffany close.

She had been restless all evening, her thoughts spinning in endless circles. But Nick, as always, noticed immediately. He could read her moods better than anyone. His strong arms wrapped around her like a shield, his touch gentle but firm.

“Amor,” he said softly, his voice low and steady, “what’s goin’ on in that beautiful head of yours? You’re wound up tighter than a spring.”

Tiffany sighed, burying her face in his chest. She loved the way his heart beat beneath her cheek, a soothing rhythm that seemed to ground her. “It’s just… everything. Work. Stress. My mind won’t let me rest.”

Nick’s hand moved to stroke her hair, his fingers combing through it with care. “You’re not alone in this, Hermosa,” he murmured. “Whatever you’re carryin’, you hand it over to me. I’ve got you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes soft and full of trust. Nick leaned down, brushing a kiss against her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back, meeting her gaze with his own—dark, warm, and full of love.

“You know,” he began, his tone quieter now, “I grew up watchin’ my mom carry too much on her own. My old man… he made life hell for her. For all of us.” His jaw tightened for a moment, but when he looked at Tiffany again, his expression softened. “But I swore to myself a long time ago, I’d never let anyone I love feel that kind of weight. Especially not you, baby.”

Tiffany reached up, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as he let out a slow breath. “You’re nothing like him, Nick,” she whispered. “You’re kind. Protective. Loving. You make me feel so safe.”

His arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer. “That’s all I ever want, Amor. To make you feel loved. Protected. Like nothin’ in this world can touch you.”

He kissed her again, this time on her temple, then her cheek, and finally her lips—soft, lingering, and full of unspoken promises. When he pulled back, he began to talk in that soothing, deep voice she adored. He told her stories about his childhood—the moments of light amidst the darkness, his mother’s resilience, and how he’d always dreamed of having a love like theirs.

“Close your eyes, Hermosa,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. “You’re safe. You’re mine, and I’ll always take care of you.”

The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, and the weight of his love finally began to quiet her racing thoughts. As Tiffany’s breathing slowed, her body melted into his embrace, and she drifted into sleep.

Nick stayed awake for a while, his hand still stroking her back, his gaze fixed on her peaceful face. “I love you, Tiff,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “You’re my world.”

The rain outside continued its gentle rhythm, but inside, everything was calm. Nick held her close, his warmth radiating through the room, a quiet guardian in the night.

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Whispers in the Rain

Word Count: 571

Authors note: A self indulging comfort fic! Restless night and I needed some Amaro comfort.

Warnings: None

The room was dim, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm light over Tiffany and Nick as they lay together. The sound of rain pattered against the window, a calming rhythm that seemed to echo Nick’s steady breathing. His russet skin seemed to glow under the amber light, his warmth palpable as he held Tiffany close.

She had been restless all evening, her thoughts spinning in endless circles. But Nick, as always, noticed immediately. He could read her moods better than anyone. His strong arms wrapped around her like a shield, his touch gentle but firm.

“Amor,” he said softly, his voice low and steady, “what’s goin’ on in that beautiful head of yours? You’re wound up tighter than a spring.”

Tiffany sighed, burying her face in his chest. She loved the way his heart beat beneath her cheek, a soothing rhythm that seemed to ground her. “It’s just… everything. Work. Stress. My mind won’t let me rest.”

Nick’s hand moved to stroke her hair, his fingers combing through it with care. “You’re not alone in this, Hermosa,” he murmured. “Whatever you’re carryin’, you hand it over to me. I’ve got you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes soft and full of trust. Nick leaned down, brushing a kiss against her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back, meeting her gaze with his own—dark, warm, and full of love.

“You know,” he began, his tone quieter now, “I grew up watchin’ my mom carry too much on her own. My old man… he made life hell for her. For all of us.” His jaw tightened for a moment, but when he looked at Tiffany again, his expression softened. “But I swore to myself a long time ago, I’d never let anyone I love feel that kind of weight. Especially not you, baby.”

Tiffany reached up, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as he let out a slow breath. “You’re nothing like him, Nick,” she whispered. “You’re kind. Protective. Loving. You make me feel so safe.”

His arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer. “That’s all I ever want, Amor. To make you feel loved. Protected. Like nothin’ in this world can touch you.”

He kissed her again, this time on her temple, then her cheek, and finally her lips—soft, lingering, and full of unspoken promises. When he pulled back, he began to talk in that soothing, deep voice she adored. He told her stories about his childhood—the moments of light amidst the darkness, his mother’s resilience, and how he’d always dreamed of having a love like theirs.

“Close your eyes, Hermosa,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. “You’re safe. You’re mine, and I’ll always take care of you.”

The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, and the weight of his love finally began to quiet her racing thoughts. As Tiffany’s breathing slowed, her body melted into his embrace, and she drifted into sleep.

Nick stayed awake for a while, his hand still stroking her back, his gaze fixed on her peaceful face. “I love you, Tiff,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “You’re my world.”

The rain outside continued its gentle rhythm, but inside, everything was calm. Nick held her close, his warmth radiating through the room, a quiet guardian in the night.

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The Birdcage (1996) dir. Mike Nichols

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for sinful sunday ! what about rafael fingering you under the table & you trying to act completely calm while trying not to climax ?

And he would do it during an important event, like one of the many political galas he would bring you to. He’s engaged in tête-à-tête with Hank Abraham and he would start with his hand on your back, and then sliding down to then where it would move to your thigh. You dress has a dangerously high slit and you’ve gone commando so he uses it to his advantage. You let out a little gasp as his fingers make way to your cunt, which you cover with a cough. You part your legs to give him greater access. You try to remain calm, but you’re becoming more wet. The conversation between Rafael and Hank is becoming more heated and as a result, he is fingering you with more gusto. Pippa chooses that moment to ask you a question and you’re stumbling over your words as Rafael doesn’t stop. You’re gripping the tablecloth and biting the inside of your cheek. You’re soooo close. The waiter comes by with your meals and it’s to your relief because Rafael has to stop. Before he starts to eat, Rafael presses a small kiss on your cheek and Pippa remarks that you two are such a cute couple. After dinner, you decline dessert and instead drag Rafael to the bathroom. Inside a stall, Rafael fucks you hard and you come hard around his cock, your cries echoing off the tiled walls.

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Look who showed up on Cold Case. Manny Montana, in S6 Ep17.

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Here’s to 36. 🎂🧁

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I’m all for this.

the bloodstained raincoat stays on during sex

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Thank you sister! Love you! Can’t wait to see your face!

Happy birthday @danny-pino-group-therapy! Hope you have an amazing day! Love you! 💕🎂

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Happy Birthday to you, I hope you're having a great cake day 🎂💝

Thank you! It’s been pretty nice so far!

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Okay so let's mix it up! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Miguel Galindo with: Forbidden, Test & Past

Raising my eyebrow in advance. Thx sister!

*i will not chase this rabbit***i will not chase this rabbit**I WILL NOT CHASE THIS RABBIT!**

Enjoy!

You took a deep breath as you sat at the head of the table.  Not long ago in the cartel’s past, this would have been forbidden, but times change and you either change with them or get left behind.

The meeting didn’t go too poorly, Miguel sitting at your right hand, until you had to remind everyone the reason why he granted you the name ‘Galindo’.

Setting the smoking gun on the table, you make eye contact with the remaining parties.  

Miguel’s lips twist, his hand tightening on your thigh under the table.  “Anyone else want to test my wife?”

***SLIGHTLY edited because I realized I skipped a word *sulks away in shame*

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Thank you! ❤️

Happiest of Birthdays B-day twin! Hope you have a great one. ❤️🎂🎁🎈

Hope you have a wonderful dance with a hottie like Danny!

Happy Aussie Birthday to you my amazing birthday twin ❤️ he will be there waiting for you when it's your turn 😚 have the best time

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Goose Leaves = Goose Feathers

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Creating Roman Compte

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Like father like daughter.

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Who couldn’t use some Danny and Mariska love today. 🩷