I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts.
May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.
I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.
When you tell Peter you’re pregnant, his face is blank and confused for a second before he gets it and breaks out into a wide grin
“We’re gonna be parents? I’m gonna be a Dad!” He picks you up and spins you around, before setting you down on the bed and cupping your belly
When you do start showing, Peter gets so happy. “That’s our baby! Our baby is growing honey!” He presses kisses to your swell whenever he gets the chance
So. Many. Baby books. Peter knows how to handle kids from watching over some of his friends’ kids before, but doesn’t know much about babies. He wants to be prepared for anything and everything
When it’s time to find out your baby’s sex, Peter is bouncing in his seat. He’s imagining all the moments he’ll have with his child
When you two learn you’re having a baby boy, Peter smiles so wide before faltering. On the drive home he’s quiet. But when you get home he explains
“My Dad was never close to me.. what if I mess this kid up by not being the father figure he needs? What if I’m working late all the time like my Dad used to, or missing out on his school plays and baseball games, what if-”
“Peter! Take a breath,” you had been calling his name for a while now, “you’re going to be a great father Petey, you’re already so good. You’ve been taking such good care of me… don’t let the mistakes of your father shadow over your parenting. You’re going to do great.”
He kisses you in gratitude, sometimes he needs you to be there to ground him
The more he thinks about his Dad, the more he realizes that old Ben was trying to protect him. It doesn’t dissolve his feelings of abandonment, but what Jack McCoy told him about his old man really stuck with him
When he brings up that he wants to name the baby Ben, you’re surprised but you don’t argue. Ben is a perfect name
Doesn’t let you lift a finger in building the nursery, also doesn’t let you lift a finger for hospital stay prepping
When your water does break, Peter doesn’t freak out. You’re surprised because he’s been an anxious nut for the past few weeks
13 hours of labor, and lots of swearing at Peter, later and you welcome your baby boy into the world
Benjamin Michael Stone is born screaming into the world, healthy and pink
Once he’s had first skin to skin contact with you, been cleaned up, weighed, and measured, the nurse hands baby Ben back to you with a “you have a beautiful child.”
“You wanna hold him?” Peter looks anxious, he doesn’t want to drop the baby… but then you’re putting the infant into his arms and reflex takes over
Ben grunts at being moved, but when his eyes flutter open and he sees his Daddy’s face, he calms
“Hi Benny, I’m your Daddy,” the newborn stretches and yawns in his arms before falling back asleep
Peter carefully leans over to kiss you, he’s never been happier in his whole life
Sorry if this is really long, I have a lot of feels about Peter and Ben
I like! Damn this took a hot minute to write but it is STEAMY. Go forth and sin my children. 100% SMUT
When had life gotten so damn busy? When had you become an adult with responsibilities, more importantly an adult with a boyfriend, a very handsome, serious one at that. Mike Dodds was just as busy as you were and under more pressure. His new ‘gig’ as Sergeant at SVU was turning out to be more of a mental and emotional investment than he had thought.
But finally you both had a night off for the first time in weeks. You were determined to make this the night. The Night. Mike knew you were a virgin, you had told him a few weeks after you had started dating. He was shocked initially, unable to believe that someone as beautiful as you hadn’t been loved the way he wanted to love you.
“Hey babe, can you zip me up?”, asking Sonny as you came out of the walk-in closet. Seeing Sonny in his tux stopped you in your tracks. You drank him in. My God this man was gorgeous and he was all yours. Sonny was standing in front if the full length mirror finishing tying his bow tie.
He caught you staring and smirked. “Something I can help you with, ma’am?” Your face flushed. Recovering quickly, “Yes, actually. Looking for my husband. He’s a tall, lean Italian. Handsome with great hair. Oh and a smart mouth.”
Sonny chuckled and turned to you. “You didn’t seem to complain about my mouth this morning,” he teased. He placed his hands on your hips.
“Mmm…ya got me there,” you acquised, running your hand up his chest. His hands slide around to the open back of your dress. He slowly caressed your warm skin with his cools fingers. A chill ran down your spine causing you to shiver.
He chuckled, “spin. Let’s get you zipped before we’re late for Bella’s wedding.
Bella’s wedding was simple but elegant. Sonny was a groomsman, you a bridesmaid and one of your boys Thomas was ring bearer. Your other three boys sat with Sonny’s parents. Glancing at Sonny you found he was looking at you too. He gave you a wink, and you smiled. You got misty eyes thinking back to you and Sonny’s wedding day. He walked you out during the processional. Putting your arm through his, he asked, “you reminiscing too doll, huh?”
“Yeah”, you grinned up at him. He brought your hand up and kissed it.
The reception was lively. You had gotten the chance to dance with everyone but your husband. Every time one of you were free, the other wasn’t. After checking on the boys who were being fawned over by their aunties, you sought out Sonny. When you found him he was talking to a woman you didn’t recognize. She was tall, just an inch or so shorter than Sonny, pouty, full lips and her breasts were, huge. Even you couldn’t help but stare.
“They’re fake ya know",turning at the sound of Bella’s voice. You gave her a questioning look.
“Sonny’s girlfriend through junior year, Michelle. Never liked her. She broke his heart. Ma made me invite her. Old family friends and all.”
“Seems like he may have forgiven her” you said, biting back what you really wanted to say. Michelle laughed at something Sonny said.
Bella examined your face. “I’ll help ya jump her if you want”, she cracked her knuckles and neck, we already cut the cake so really the best parts of the reception are over.“
You cracked up at Bella’s attempt at diffusing your rising anger, wondering how much she was serious. Sonny turned to see you looking at two of you. He motioned for you to come.
Bella touched your shoulder, “Remember what I said.”
“Will do” you replied and grinned at her.
Walking over you were talking to yourself. Why were you feeling jealous? Sonny had never given you a reason to.“ There you are doll”, Sonny slipped his arm around your waist. “Y/N, this is Michelle. Michelle this is my wife, Y/N. She looked you up and down.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Sonny has told me so much about you.”
“Hmmm…wish I could say the same”, shaking her hand. You looked up at Sonny. He raised a brow.
“You have a beautiful family”, not looking at you, but at Sonny.
“Yes. We think so” you said a bit too sugary. Sonny squeezed your side. “Yes. Well. I need to check on the boys.” You pulled away from Sonny. Looking over your shoulder you said, “have a good one Michelle.”
A couple minutes later, Sonny found you sitting at a table as you watched Ryan and Thomas on the dance floor with their cousins. Ethan and Nicholas were still the center of atrention with Sonny’s aunts and grandmother. “Care to tell me what that was about?”, he asked as he took a seat beside you.
“You laughing and talking with an ex-girlfriend. You’re a smart man Carisi. Surely you can figure it out” you remarked.
“Are, are you jealous? Of Michelle?”, and Sonny let out a belly laugh.
“I am NOT jealous”, you sniped, narrowing your eyes at him. He just smirks and shakes his head, “whatever you say, doll.”
“I’m sorry if i made you feel that way. We talked about you and the boys the whole time.” Your eyes shot to his. “You’re stuck with me doll. Sorry bout your luck.”
Sonny stood and reached out for your hand. “C’mon. I believe my wife owes me a dance.”
Placing your hand in his, he tugged you into his body. He leaned down and gave you a deep kiss. “Careful. That’s how you got the four ya already got”, Gina joked as she walked by. You laughed and Sonny rolled his eyes.
“How about that dance?”, you smiled and walked to the dance floor hand in hand.
Mike is thiccc. You don’t know how he’s gonna fit in you the first time you two do it
HE. LOVES. PLEASING. HIS. PARTNER. Mike wants to make you feel good and cared for. Gives you at least two orgasms before fucking you
Even though he’s a pleaser, he still loves it when you beg for his cock Loves seeing you so desperate and flushed
Certified Dirty Talker. Don’t @ me.
“You like that baby? You like it when I split you open? Hm?”
“Look how pretty you look wrapped around my cock. God you feel amazing.”
“You wanna cum don’t you? I can see it in that cute little face you make.”
It’s a lot, and it’s hot af
Also Certified Grunter. He makes a lot of noises during sex but he grunts the most
AFTER CARE IS THE BEST WITH MIKEY
He runs a bath (or a shower if you prefer) before scooping you up and getting in with you
He is a Big Man, so it’s kinda funny seeing him try to fit in the bath behind you, or cram in the shower next to you without pushing you into a wall. But it makes you two laugh
Loves loves LOVES washing your hair. Loves having his hair washed, he makes the happiest noises
Changes the sheets before falling into bed with you, no one wants to lie in that mess
Depending on the night, he’ll either spoon you, have you laying on his chest, or cuddle you face to face. No matter what though, the Human Furnace will cuddle you. That’s non-negotiable
“Hey babe,” Sonny huffed as he pushed up his rolled sleeves. “As much as I love seein’ you-”
“You’re busy, I can tell.” You watched as people rushed around the room, turning to the once organized precinct into a madhouse. “But, I know how you get and I’m sure you haven’t eaten.”
Sonny smiled down at you showing his guilt. Day in and day out, he threw himself into his job completely, making a habit of putting himself through sleep deprivation and unintentional starvation. “Thank you,” he sighed accepting the bag that you handed him.
“Don’t you dare set it on your desk and forget about it,” you said sternly. “It’s a burrito, something easy so you can work and eat at the same time.”
“I love you,” he said placing a kiss on your forehead. “Can I stop by your place once I get out of here?” Sonny’s name was called from across the room catching his attention.
“Absolutely,” you smiled watching him walk away.
“I gotta go, but I’ll see you tonight.”
“Oh, Sonny!” He turned on his heels to look back at you. “I love you too.”
You had been staring at the text heavy page of an open file on your desk until you felt your eyes begin to burn from the strain. “Just one more page” you told yourself, but one more page really meant one more hour as you kept losing your place, rereading the same paragraph over and over again.
Clearly, you weren’t going to be productive any more tonight. Sighing deeply, you tossed your glasses into your bag, promising to head into the office early tomorrow morning to finish up those files.
As you made your way outside, cruising down the steps to your subway platform, you checked your phone for any new messages or emails before you lost your connection underground.
Your stomach dropped when you saw two missed calls, a text message, and a voicemail from Sonny. He had been gone for almost two months now, working as a consultant for the FBI about a possible serial killer in DC who they believe started out in Manhattan.
What if he was hurt somewhere, all alone? You didn’t want to think about Sonny, gasping for air as he made his last call to you, leaving a voicemail to let you know he wouldn’t be coming home.
Your hands shook as you pressed play, holding the phone to your ear.
“Hey doll! I managed to get an earlier flight, it’s Friday night so i guess you’re in the office, call me back if you want to welcome me home.”
As the phone clicked off, your body relaxed, confirmation that your fiance was safe and sound. You knew you were overly paranoid sometimes, but you weren’t ignorant to the risks Sonny put himself in every day. You let out a breath of relief, only for you to gasp in the realization that Sonny told you he was on his way home over an hour ago and you were waiting at the completely wrong station.
Sprinting back up the stairs, you hailed a cab, grateful that Sonny had texted you a photo of his flight itinerary.
With just minutes to spare, you rushed into the airport toward his flight’s baggage claim, arriving at the exact same time Sonny stepped off the escalator, brow furrowed as he checked his phone. Your heart clenched at the thought of Sonny scrolling through his unread messages, hoping he had a text from you saying “of course, I’ll be there” but finding nothing instead.
Sonny looked up, searching for your face in the crowd, a smile so bright it rivaled the sun spreading across his face when he saw you, chest heaving from running and joyful tears running down your flushed cheeks. He dropped his bag beside him, outstretching his arms and waving his fingers as if to say, “come here, doll”. You didn’t need convincing. Leaping into his embrace, he held onto you tightly, spinning the two of you around as he buried his head into the crook of your shoulder.
“God, I’ve missed you.” Sonny whispered, pulling back to trail his eyes down your body and back up, meeting your gaze. “Missed you so much.” He pressed his lips to yours, softly at first, growing in intensity as the need that had been building over the past month and a half rose to the surface, boiling over.
“You have no idea.” you laughed, wiping away the remainders of your tears. “Welcome home, baby.”
The first round of sex was…raw. Sonny took you right there in the middle of the living room barely two feet from where he’d dropped his knife when he first came in the door. He was definitely going to have rug burn on his knees and you felt it developing between your shoulder blades, but neither of you cared. He groaned and bit at your lip furiously in between panting and cursing as he thrusted deeply into you. You clutched his back and hair tightly, scrabbling to try to get closer to him even as he covered you completely with his body. It was awhile before you realized he was muttering words in between thrusts, some of his tears smearing along your cheek as they dripped between your noses as you continued kissing.
“I thought I was going to die. I thought you weren’t coming back. Didn’t know what to do. Stay. Please. Please stay,” Sonny was mumbling half to himself. You pulled his face back enough to look into his eyes and they were wide open and anguished when you locked contact with him.
“I’m staying. I promise, Sonny. I’m staying. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours,” you promised him fervently and you bit back on a loud moan as he thrusted deeply on the word ‘yours.’ He growled and shook his face out of your grip so that he could bite along your neck, surely leaving marks. You knew that by the time everything was said and done you’d both be so marked up you’d have to wear long sleeves and turtlenecks in order to leave the house without creating suspicion.
“You like that?” you asked squeezing your eyes shut and digging your hand into his back again. “I’m yours,” you repeated and he growled once more as he shifted your hips to drive in on a deeper angle. “I’m yours,” you gasped out and Sonny wrenched his head back and grabbed your hand to pin to the ground above your head. He grabbed the other one and added it to the hold, using one hand to hold your wrists above your head and the other to clutch your face and tilt it to look him in the eye. You melted into his touch and whatever he saw on your face had him leaning down for another kiss. “I’m yours, baby,” you whispered into his mouth and he whimpered, hips speeding up.
“Mine,” he rasped as his hips slapped against yours, squeezing the grip on your wrists briefly.
“Yours,” you agreed immediately, straining to undulate your hips up into his. A few more minutes of that and he was coming, you tipping over the edge as he released his grip in order to circle your clit with one hand and lightly squeeze around your throat with the other. You came with a strangled shout and tensed before falling limply back to the floor breathing hard. He stayed inside of you, both of you still wrapped up in each other for awhile before it got too uncomfortable and you parted slightly. You ran a hand up and down his sides, holding him tightly against the trembles that you could feel shaking him and you in turn. Shushing him you pushed his hair off of his face and continued to stroke his side. Fingers touched under his ribs and he jolted slightly which made you frown.
Pulling back you craned your neck to see the edge of a new tattoo he must have recently gotten. You briefly realized that it was something about lost love and your stomach dropped before he shifted to hide it from view again. He hid his face in your neck and you continued to run your hands over his body as your mind raced. You two had done a number on each other. Truthfully, you didn’t think Sonny would even be at the house when you’d arrived two hours ago. Or if he was, you thought he’d still be mad. His temper stretched long and deep and he was rarely one to apologize first. Mostly he sulked and then bought you presents and then followed you around like a lost puppy until you forgave him. Between the tattoo and this reception you knew he had to have really been hurting and you felt ashamed that that fact surprised you.
Planting your feet and rolling him over you straddled his hips, looking down and seeing the sixteen year old boy you had met layered under the man he was today. At the end of the day, neither of you really knew what you were doing, he was just better at pretending. You bent down and kissed the tattoo gently while maintaining eye contact. His fingers clenched and unclenched in your hair and he exhaled hard as you pressed another kiss to it. And another. And another.
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