curlsnfwiff:

ya’ll in 2015: “must protect! innocent angel bean!”

ya’ll in 2018: “raw me daddy long legs”

20/10 accurate

destroyedbydickwolf:

–starting off strong:  D A D D Y  K I N K .

• doesn’t mind in the slightest when you just call him peter during sex, but it blows his mind when you pull out “daddy”
• or “mr. stone”
• or “counselor”
• most frequently calls you “kitten” and “baby girl”
• “you naughty little minx” fuuuck
• when he’s feeling reaaaal frisky, i think he’s most likely to use “baby girl” or “good girl”

-complete sucker for seeing you in his clothes. 1,000%. peter is a fucking GIANT and is mega protective of you so seeing you in his clothes just awakens something possessive in him

• particularly loves you in one of his Yale Law tshirts/crewnecks or anything from his collection of Cubs gear
• thinks you’re fucking adorable and look absolutely delicious when you wear his stuff in regular, casual situations, like with jeans or leggings as the two of you are doing the weekly shopping at whole foods
• even in non-sexual situations, it just gives him a flush of pride, because although peter’s fully supportive of you being the badass independent woman you are, he still loves the fact that you wearing his clothes is kinda like a little flag to the world saying “look at this smart n pretty lady!!!! isn’t she amazing?? and she picked me!!!!!! that’s my frickin wifey!!!!!” (god i love our petey pie)
• but anyways, it fucking kills him whenever you wear anything of his without pants on, because due to the oversized nature of his clothes on you, the hemlines give little teasing peaks of the contours of your body and he just loves the unspoken sexual tension
• gets an instant half chub the moment he sees you walking around the apartment clad in one of his crisp button-ups. escalates to being rock hard when he realizes that you’re only in panties underneath or nothing at all and has to take you right then and there over the nearest counter, table, or couch

-also: it’s never been officially said where peter went to law school, but i AGGRESSIVELY headcanon that he’s a Yale boy and that’s another one of his slight turn ons

• he’s slightly embarrassed and flushed in the face/ears when you bring home a pair of cheeky Yale panties from the Victoria’s Secret PINK line
• but he ultimately melts when the two of you head up to the university for a black-tie alumni banquet and halfway through the reception, you return from the bathroom in your gown and deposit the panties into the pocket of peter’s suit, damp with arousal
• he turns to you with wide eyes after he feels them
• you smirk
• and his eyes narrow: “baby girl, you’re in for it later.”

–goddamn king of sexting

• peter’s a busy guy, especially thanks to the Hell Precinct, and with both of you each working, you both do your best to spice things up when away from one another
• whether he’s prepping for trial, working late pouring over evidence, or away for a lengthy investigation process, he’s always going to take care of his girl’s needs

-NUDES NUDES NUDES NUDES

• on breaks during the day, he doesn’t hesitate to sneak away to his private bathroom to send you pics of his toned physique
• his personal favorite is teasing you with a mirror pic of him grabbing at his package, dress shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms, the outline of his cock juuust visible through his fine Italian suit

-though he’s not as vocal about dirty talk in bed as someone like sonny, peter is absolutely masterful in the art of the written word

• “you thinking about daddy’s cock? about how much you want me to fuck you? about how well it fills you up?” 
• “taste yourself for me, baby girl.”
• “tell me how good your fingers feel.”
• “are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?” 
• “cum for me, now.” 
• “just wait until i get home to you, kitten.”

-peter fucking loves toys, so long as you share

• custom-orders a range of dildos in his exact size, so that his kitten never has to be needy for too long
• is a particular fan of glass dildos, due to the ability to warm them up or put them in the freezer to chill them; peter loves to tease your nipples and the lips of your pussy with them
• both of you also love using a classic bullet vibrator, whether it be teasing the head of peter’s cock or edging you repeatedly

-also sorry not sorry but peter’s a lawyer and a retired professional baseball player so of course homeboy’s got coin and he has a taste for luxury, even when it comes to sex toys

• you ever heard of the Lelo line of toys from scandinavia? yeah they’re luxe as fuck and loaded with high tech features that peter loves to tease you with
• especially loves remote control toys that he can sneakily control during a night out on the town or at a high-society dinner gala
• the exchange of power between the two of you is such a turn on for both of you, not only because of the raw sexuality, but because it truly exemplifies the trust you have in one another

-as far as the “sharing” aspect goes… if you’re pulling out a toy, you best believe it’s either 1) in bed with peter, 2) opposite one another & mutually masturbating, or 3) by sending peter a depiction of  e x a c t l y  what you’re doing

• has to bite back a groan every time you interrupt his reviewing of files with a racy pic of you in lingerie or you touching yourself, glistening wet
• if he has time to, he’ll send you a photo back; one hand around his thick cock, single bead of precum settled on his pink tip, while his eyes and thoughts are focused on your slit and what you were doing at that moment

–most of all, peter infuses his affection, appreciation, and love for you into every aspect of the bedroom

• following a romp in the sheets, peter first makes sure you’re 100% okay. the two of you can sometimes get a little rough- and not only does he want to make sure you’re physically alright, but that psychologically you’re comfortable and satisfied, especially if the two of you have had a lot of dom/sub interaction
• athletic boy typically gets his breath back first, so he’ll head to your ensuite bathroom to get a warm wet washcloth to gently tidy you up
• following that, he’ll grab a couple of snacks and two glasses of water from the kitchen- the lingering baseball player within him knows how important it is to stay hydrated
• after the two of you have had time to clean up and eat up, peter will pull you into his chest and wrap his arms securely around you, wanting to be as close to you as possible
• it goes along with his protective streak- he loves the feeling of providing comfort and warmth to you, and he’s always happy to have a good snuggle
• plenty of neck/earlobe/jawline/temple/forehead kisses
• a lot of times he’ll hum to you as the two of you begin to doze off
• always ends the night with a kiss tucked behind your ear and a “good night, my love.”

thank you for reading!! much love my darlings

xo Soph

This. Thank you @lustyimagines ! @musicalmedic @squidrn food for thought

carisi-dreams:

oooh got it! no problem. ❤ [mentioned here]

You woke up with a frown, blinking an eye open and met with a face full of fur. Groaning you pushed Shadow gently so that he’d move from where he had camped out on your pillow. It was strange for him to be on your side of the bed. Usually if he wasn’t on Nick’s pillow he was huddled between the two of you or at the foot of the bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d found him sleeping almost on top of your head. Bringing a hand up to your mouth you pulled a few cat hairs off of your lip with a disgusted look and another moan. Nick shifted in bed, turning over and pulling you into him before even opening his eyes.

“Morning,” he mumbled as he planted his face in your neck. You sighed in exasperation even as you brought up a hand to ruffle his hair. Apparently both Amaro boys were going to plant themselves on top of you at this hour.

“Morning,” you replied, letting your hand drift to his back. He laid there a little longer, relaxing under your light back rub and wrapping his arm more firmly around you. “Your cat is being a menace this morning,” you complained in a quiet voice even as Shadow picked his way up the bed again to lay on Nick’s pillow, his nose twitched as he cautiously stretched his neck so that his face was close to yours. He meowed and you raised an eyebrow at him and nudged Nick. He shifted again before stretching, leaning back and gently gathering Shadow in one hand to place next to his hip instead. He kept a hand on him and stroked his fur firmly before he turned to press a kiss to your lips. Your nose wrinkled at his morning breath, but you still went in for another.

“Why are you bugging your mom this morning, hmm?” Nick asked as he turned back to glance at Shadow. He was purring with his eyes closed and Nick turned back to look at you with a shrug. “Sorry, amor. Us Amaro boys just love to be up under you,” he teased, voice raspy still. You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes before you sat up and pushed yourself out of the bed.

“Well maybe the Amaro boys can make the lady of the house something for breakfast,” you said in response on the way to the bathroom. Nick’s answering chuckle followed you into the bathroom and you bit back on a smile.

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Later that morning you were sitting on the couch, stuffed from the breakfast Nick had actually made. There was the gently clink of glass coming from the kitchen as he loaded the dishwasher and you stretched out your legs, putting your feet up on the coffee table in front of you. You had just reached for the remote to turn the television up when Shadow padded out of the kitchen and made a beeline for you. He tilted his head before gracefully jumping onto the couch and picking his way over to your lap where he curled up in a ball and settled. You scratched fingers through his fur lightly even as you raised your eyebrows. Shadow loved you, that you knew, but it was rare that he favored you over Nick if you both were home. The fact that it happened twice in the same morning was suspicious.

“Your cat is doing the most this morning!” you called into the kitchen, smiling down at where Shadow was purring steadily. Nick came back in the living room with his coffee and settled onto the couch next to you.

“Why’s he always my cat when he’s doing something weird or annoying?” he complained and you looked to the side flatly before responding.

“No comment,” you replied drily and he gave you an unamused face which made you laugh.

“Love you. Thank you for breakfast,” you said sincerely with a smile as you leaned over for a kiss. He kissed you easily, hand coming to the back of your neck to hold you in place to extend it.

“Practice makes perfect,” Nick husked and you nudged your nose against his before kissing him again. The two of you had been trying for a baby for months now and that had become Nick’s motto after making a joke one night in bed after a long weekend of sex. You weren’t complaining, but you were starting to feel a little achy.

“I need a massage before I can practice again,” you murmured against his mouth with a smile, “I’m a little achy.” Nick pulled away to look you in the eye, a concerned expression growing on his face.

“Yeah? Was I too rough? I was j—I mean, I wasn’t joking I’m always down to have sex with you, but if you’re in pain or,” Nick tripped over his words, hand trailing down to your hip and squeezing lightly. You gave him a grateful smile and shook your head, trying to cut him, but he kept talking. “Amor, you have to—I want to know if I’m—if you don’t want to,” he was starting to look seriously upset and you displaced Shadow in order to climb into Nick’s lap, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. He gripped your hip in one hand and face in the other.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” you reassured him with a squeeze. “You didn’t hurt me. You weren’t too rough, not even close. You know I’d tell you.” He nodded even as he bit his lip, concern not abating. “I just noticed it,” you admitted. “Hips, back and boobs are a little achy…not pain, just feeling fatigued?” you searched for the right words and Shadow meowed loudly, upset at being left out of the conversation. Nick looked to the side to shush him before looking back at you. His expression shifted to something more contemplative and you waited for him to speak. Nick raised his hand from your hip to trail to your stomach, thumb rubbing lightly as his face carried the same look.

“This is going to sound crazy, but Shadow…maybe he’s…” Nick trailed off before taking a deep breath and starting again. “I think you should take another pregnancy test,” he announced.

I’m not crying you’re crying.