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hey could you do a peter imagine “So what if we had sex? You think that means anything?” but then he apologizes

“I’m just trying to figure out why you haven’t texted or called me back for a couple days”, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared up at Peter.

“I’ve just been busy” , he couldn’t even look you in the eye. He took a sip of his coffee and looked around the cafe. 

“You’ve been different since we made love. I thought that-” 

“So what if we had sex? You think that means something?” This time he looked right in your eyes. His face was cold and unflinching.

 Narrowing your eyes, you stood to leave and said, “Go to hell Peter.” 

He grabbed your arm, “Wait no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Please sit down so we can talk.” His eyes were pleading and he did look sorry.

Plopping back down in your chair you said, “Okay Peter. Talk.”

He took your hands in his and started talking. “My last relationship ended badly. So when I started having feelings for you, it scared me….”  

omg seeing all these gifs of phillip in his baseball uniform in undrafted makes me really need some peter stone fucking his gf in the dugout while wearing those amazing tight pants 😍 any chance you’ll write it?

//Sorry. This has been in my box for a bit. Finally inspiration hit. Hope you enjoy! He’s got me panting.//

“Hey you”, Peter gave you a wide grin. “Glad you’re still here.” 

 “Of course. Great game by the way.” Pressing to your tip toes you placed a kiss to his soft lips. 

Peter pulled you closer, pressing your soft body against his hard, muscular chest. “Mmm…you taste like cotton candy” he gently bit your bottom lip. 

“Careful there slugger or I just might have to fuck you right here in this dugout”, sliding your hands down to grab his ass. “Your ass looks amazing in these pants by the way.”

 “And these shorts are very short.” He nuzzled your neck, kissing up to your jaw before delivering a bruising kiss. He started fumbling with your button and zipper.

 “Peter..we..not here..ahhh” you breathed out as has he successfully undid your shorts and slid his hand into your panties. 

“No take backs darling. Plus..mmm” he bit his lip as you carressed him through his tight pants.
Pushing him back to the screen of the dugout you unbuttoned his pants and clumsily pushed them down. You stroked his erection causing him to his through his teeth.

“If we get caught-” you started to say. 

“Then we’ll have a good story, won’t we?”, he growled.
He spun you around, pressing you against the wall of the dugout. Reaching around he slowly started circling your clit with his thumb as two fingers plunged into you. He always made sure you were ready. “Hmmm…excited darling?” 

“God. Please Peter”, you pleaded. His erection was pushing into your lower back.

 “Whatever you want.” He removed his fingers and slowly slid his hard cock into you. He let out a groan as he slowly started moving in and out of you. His thumb stayed where it was.

 “Jesus that feels good. Faster, fuck me good” you coaxed him on as you pushed back onto him.

 “My God, you are so hot like this” he replied, then smacked your ass. His hands gripped tighter on your hips as his speed picked up.

He slammed into you over and over. You could feel it,  “Oh, oh, oh Peter. Fuck. Ah.” You came so hard you thought your knees would buckle.

Peter growled as he thrust into you one last time and stilled. The two of you stood panting and trying to regain your wits. Peter slowly pulled out of you and the two of you rearranged clothing. Gathering you in his arms, he pressed a sweet kiss to our lips. “Thank you.”

“For what? Fucking your brains out?” and you laughed.

He chuckled, “well that and for being at every game and supporting me, and loving me and just for being you. I love you.” 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Wrapping your arms around his waist, your laid your head on his chest and smiled at how lucky you were. 

Fine. Go. ‘Fin’.

*This is a long one.*

“Hey. We’re landing.” Mike gently stoked your arm. He reached over you and fastened your belt.

“M’kay”, you mumbled. Your head was resting on his shoulder. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” Sitting upright you glanced at Mike. He looked as exhausted as you felt. “What time is it?”

“It’s okay, you falling asleep on me.” Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat. He fiddled with his wedding ring. “It’s late, almost 11.”

“Is it okay if I stay at the house tonight? I dont want to wake anyone at your dad’s.” Anne and William had flown with the kids to and from Ohio for your dads funeral.

“Y/N it’s your home. You dont have to ask to stay there.” Hearing the hurt in his voice made you flinch. Mike made himself busy straightening his shirt and adjusting his watch.

Once the plane landed, Mike grabbed your carry-ons, thankfully you didn’t have to wait on checked luggage. He took your hand as you made your way through the airport. “Dad brought the car over earlier.”

Mike opened your car door, then put the bags in the trunk. “I might have to go in for a little bit tomorrow”, Mike informed you. 

“Sure. I get it. You’ve been out a week” you said timidly. “Hard to see the stars tonight.” Resting your head in your hand you continued looking through the window. 

Mike dropped the bags in the foyer and toed off his shoes. There was an awkward silence as the two of you stood just looking at one another. He let out a breath, “Join me for a nightcap?” Nodding, you followed him to the kitchen.

Mike pulled two glasses from the cabinet and dropped a couple cubes of ice into each. After he splashed in some bourbon, he slid one over to you. Sitting in silence for a few minutes, you relished the burn as the bourbon slid down your throat.

“Thanks for everything you have done the last week.” You gave Mike a small smile. He had got the last two seats on a late night flight to get you back to Ohio to say good bye to your dad, picked family up from the airport, helped you and your mom plan the service, served as pallbearer. He was your rock, his hand only letting go of yours when necessary,

“Did you realize the date?” You swirled the melting ice in your glass, afraid to meet his eyes. Instinctively, your hand went to your belly. 

“Yeah, yeah. Your due date, how can I forget?.” Mike said barely a whisper. “Strange how a date on a calendar can change your whole life.” Reaching across the bar, he placed his hand over yours. 

Tears pricked the back of your eyes. “Why did we never really talk about it after we left the hospital? Why did both of us try to pretend it never happened?”

“That was one of the worst days of my life. I was lost. I buried it so deep because I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I wanted to talk to you, but I thought ‘what if this is the one minute she isn’t thinking about it and I reopen that wound’. So I just pushed it down deeper, pushed you away so I wouldn’t hurt you, which is just ridiculous.” Mike almost looked relieved after his confession. HIs eyes were still so full of pain and guilt. 

“Wow, Mike. I had no idea. I thought maybe the problem was me. I wasn’t getting over it. You have no idea how many times I’d wait for you to get home so I could talk to you. Then stop myself beacause I didn’t want to burden you with more problems. I could feel us slipping apart but I was so tired, depressed and numb that I stopped trying, or caring. It was like one day I woke up and saw how bad things were but I thought they were too far gone to fix.” You buried your face in your hands.

Mike came around the counter, “Hey. C’mere.” He spun you around on the stool, facing him. Pulling you from the stool, he cocooned you in his arms. “God, I am so sorry Y/N. I am. There are so many things I wish I could go back and change.” He rocked you gently side to side as you held on to the back of his shirt like your life depended on it, and at that moment, you felt like it did.

“You still feel guilty about that night, don’t you?” Looking up into his face you already had your answer. 

“Some days I do, others I don’t. Deep down I know it isn’t my fault but there all these ‘what if’s’ that go through my mind.” He let out a breath.

“Yeah, I do the same.” You paused for a second, “I’m sorry I left.” The tears that had threatened were now spilling down your cheeks. 

Mike gently wiped the tears away with his finger. “Don’t be sorry. I think it was the best thing to do. It sure as hell opened my eyes. And after some of the things I said that night, I don’t blame you for leaving. I was hurting and I wanted you to hurt as bad as I was. I have never wished I had never married you. I don’t-”

Raising up on tip toe you planted a passionate kiss on Mike’s soft, wet lips. Me let out a little groan and pulled you closer to him as you snaked your arms around his neck. God you had missed this mans touch. You broke away first. Both of you breathing hard. “Whoa”, you breathed out.

“Ditto”, Mike replied and smiled at you. “I, uh, I” he scratched the back of his head. His trademark nervous habit. “I was hoping you’d sleep with me tonight. I just want to hold you. Well I’d like to do more than that but..”

You giggled, “I understand. I’ve missed your arms around me at night and snuggling up to your back. So tonight, let’s just hold one another.”

                                          3 months later

“Michael William Dodds don’t you dare!”, you squealed as he picked you up. Mike was about to toss you into the pool at the resort. 

“I never turn down a dare!” He chuckled. You had just enough time to hold your breath before your hot body plunge into the cold water. When you surfaced, Mike was laughing. You swam over to the side of the pool and climbed out, giving him a dirty look as you did. “Ahh, come on. Don’t be mad, babe”

You smirked at him as you approached him. Putting your arms around his waist you said, “I don’t get mad, I get even.” You pulled him into the pool with you. When the two of you surfaced, MIke grabbed you and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“I love you so incredibly much Y/N. Thank you for taking another chance with me.” He softly kissed your wet lips. 

“I love you too, Champ. Ready to go back to our room?” you waggled your eyebrows.

“Like you have to ask.” Mike scoffed.

Grinning at your husband you sighed. The last couple of years had been hard, with the last few months being the worst. You and Mike had come a long way with the help of counseling, both as a couple and individuals, lots of support from our families. One of the things you and Mike do every night, no matter how late or how tired is talk. About big things, little things, good news and bad. There was still work for the two of you but the future looked much brighter.

i’m in the mood for some sad mikey angst – how about the reader having a miscarriage?

                                  *Mention of miscarriage* 

//timeframe is about 6months prior to Fine. Go.//

Mike was sitting beside you on the hospital bed, holding your hand when you fluttered open your eyes. “There’s those beautiful brown eyes.” Mike kissed your knuckles. His eyes were red and glassy from crying.

“Hi”, you croaked out and gave him a little smile. Grimicing you put your hand on your belly. You closed your eyes for a few seconds until the pain subsided.  “Your forehead. You have stitiches.” Gingerly reaching up you brushed his cheek.

Flashes of the accident went through your mind. You remember Mike yelling your name, seeing the headlights, hearing screeching tires, crunching metal, flashing lights, people asking you so many questions. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He looked into your eyes, searching.

“Sorry? For what? You didn’t do anything wrong”, you struggled to keep the tears at bay. 

 Mike shook his head, “if we would’ve just stayed home, like you wanted…” 

“Michael. This was not your fault.” you weakly squeezed his hand, still groggy from the anesthesia. “He blew through the light. He was drunk.“ Your voice was shaky as you tried to reassure your guilt ridden husband. 

Shaking his head, “if I hadn’t had any wine, I would have been driving not you. The car would have hit my side, not yours.” His hand gently went to your belly. “Our baby…we’ll never get-“ 

You placed your hand on his, “I know, I know.”, you whispered, no longer able to keep it together your tears came unbidden.  He climbed into bed with you and pulled you to his chest. “Its like a bad dream and I can’t wake up”, you confessed between sobs. Mike stroked your hair, feeling your tears wet the front of his shirt, his own falling down his cheeks onto the pillow.   

Once he knew you were asleep, he slipped out of bed and went to the hall to make a few phone calls. He was given a lot of information while you were in surgery. He checked his watch, 2AM. Daniel Thompson would be in the darkest cell in Sing Sing by sunrise. He would make sure of it-  personally if need be. Pulling his phone from his pocket he made the first phone call.

“You’re holding back.” Nick x Reader x Sonny – poly!verse

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continuing this bit of storyline Sonny’s NDE | part 2

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“Well,” you announced as you picked up the remote to turn the television off, “I’m off to read in bed. There’s nothing on.” Nick was coming out of the kitchen with a beer and he paused in taking a sip and leered at you which you responded to with a smile and roll of your eyes.

“I can think of something more entertaining than reading,” he promised as he sauntered towards you. “Sonny, you going to join us?” he asked over his shoulder.

You got to your feet and peeked over to see Sonny’s reaction. He was sitting at the kitchen table with files in front of him in the same place he’d been planted since dinner. He’d been a bit subdued all evening, but had kept up conversation during dinner easily enough. Now he didn’t even look up to glance a Nick, turning a page on something he was reading before replying.

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// @childofbarisi I saw that you were having a bad day. So, I hope that this makes your day somewhat better!// 


Sonny rolled over into bed, smiling as he wrapped his arms around your body, subconsciously pulling you closer in his sleep. He groaned slightly as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, placing a gentle kiss on your neck, “Mmm. Are you up babe?” He mumbled in his gravely, sleepy tone. 

“Now I am,” You respond, turning in his arms, pressing your forehead against his, “Are you up?” you murmur as you give him a chaste kiss, hearing his phone vibrate from the bedside table, “Don’t get it,” you murmur, glancing at the clock. It was almost six thirty in the morning. 

“I have to,” He sighed softly. 

“Can you call in sick?” You question as you sit up, looking at him, running your fingers through his hair, as you watch his eyes droop back closed, relaxing back into the mattress. 

“Yes,” He responded,without a second thought. Answering his phone, telling Liv that he had a bout of food poisoning before he hung up. 

He pulls you back into his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck, as he rubbed soothing circles into your back, humming softly. You feel yourself sinking into his warmth, breathing his scent in, feeling happier than ever. 

“Thank you baby,” you murmur as you fall asleep in his arms, feeling more than perfectly content. 

I DO NOT DESERVE YOU OMFG THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH 😭

Awww