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“What do you mean late?” “How late?” With Peter💕

giraffe-puppy:

You were currently dry heaving into the toilet, your stomach trying to throw up whatever was upsetting it. Recently, you’d come down with a rather nasty stomach bug. Thankfully Peter was nursing you through it. He was sweet to you.

The worst of it seemed to be over, so you washed up and dragged your feet into the kitchen where your boyfriend was cooking breakfast. The smell alone made you wanna hurl, but there was nothing left to hurl. Peter slid a cup of ginger green tea to you, and chuckled at your confused expression. “It’s supposed to help with nausea.” You tentatively took a sip and scrolled through social media on your phone.

After breakfast, you and Peter kissed goodbye and headed for work. While on the subway, you decided to check your calendar for today. Only to notice a little inconsistency. Your period was supposed to be due a little over two weeks ago. Were you late? Taking a deep breath, you decided not to jump to the worst possible scenario. You’ve been under a lot of stress at work lately, stress can make you late. It’s fine
 But buying a couple of tests wouldn’t hurt.

Three rows of positives stared back at you tauntingly in the women’s bathroom of your office. Pregnant, how could you be pregnant? You and Peter were so careful. Then it clicked, his birthday was a few weeks ago. You’d both had too much to drink and had forgotten the condom in your drunken late night shenanigans.

How are you going to explain this to Peter? What if he doesn’t want to be a father? What if he wants to get rid of it? That last thought made you instinctively put a hand to your stomach. You couldn’t do that. Carefully, you packed the tests into your purse and went to sit at your desk. This issue would have to wait until tonight.

Later that night, you and Peter were cooking dinner together, as you usually do. He was talking about a frustrating case, apparently one of the victims recanted on the stand. “I’m not sure how far I’ll be able to take this case, the jury doesn’t believe any of the victims anymore.” You weren’t really paying attention “oh.” The tests were haunting your mind. Peter noticed your distraction and decided to poke a little fun.

“And Liv told me she was going to get a part-time job as a clown.”

“Mhm.”

“I think I’m going to become an acrobat, join the circus with her.”

“Yeah- wait what?”

The man laughed, “you weren’t paying attention, were you?” You chuckled and apologized. “My mind has been preoccupied lately,” that got his attention. “With what?” You took a breath, now or never.

“Peter I’m late.” He paused to process what you said. “What do you mean late? How late?” The questions didn’t make your nerves any better. Oh God, what if he really didn’t want it? You reached over to your purse and pulled out the pregnancy tests.

Peter read over them carefully. As if you didn’t spend 20 minutes in the bathroom doing that this morning. “You’re pregnant?” Folding your arms across your chest, you nodded. “Look, if you don’t want this I won’t drag you down. I’ll just go and-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Peter hugged you. “We’re going to be parents? For real?” Wait.. He was excited? “Yeah. Wait so you’re not mad?” Your boyfriend was smiling from ear to ear, cupping a hand on your belly. “No sweetheart. I’m not, I promise. Sorry if I sounded nervous earlier, I was just so shocked.. But wow, we’re going to be parents!” He picked you up and kissed you, clearing any doubts from your mind.

“I can’t wait to have this baby with you. You’re going to be an amazing mom Y/N. I love you.” Kissing the taller man’s lips, you sighed. “I love you too Petey Pie.” He rolled his eyes at the nickname, but let it slide this time.

I’m really liking Peter. 

So Sonny being embarrassed by literally anything at all is my fucking MOOD. Like just picture that you catch him jacking off and he just starts stuttering, red-faced like ‘O-oh h-hey I was just uhm…….oh god..’

amirightcounsellor:

oh mY gOOoOoooOd i would quite literally sell my soul for this lol

PIcture it: you picked up overtime at work to have a little play money for your upcoming vacation with Sonny. Unfortunately, due to your busy schedule and Sonny’s full caseload the two of you hadn’t seen much of each other the past couple weeks, and when you did, you both barely managed to brush your teeth and crawl into bed, kissing each other goodnight before starting the same routine all over again. Today, however, was different. You had texted Sonny that you would be a little late when in reality, your boss let you leave early as a thank you for all of your hard work.

Picking up dinner and dessert from Sonny’s favorite restaurant across town, you unlocked the door and lazily placed the food in the fridge before shuffling to the bedroom, deciding you were going to lounge around and watch daytime tela novellas until your boyfriend returned home from work.

As you got closer, however, you heard faint moans and cursing in a familiar Staten Island accent coming from behind the door. Curious, you leaned closer and listened, picking up broken fragments of, “oh fuck,” and, “feels so good.”

You felt your panties start to soak through and quietly opened the door, spying on Sonny as you saw him naked from the waist down, head thrown back against the pillows, hand desperately pumping at his cock as he thrusted into the air.

As much as you enjoyed the show, there was no way you could control yourself to simply watch and not touch.

The door creaked as you opened it further, causing Sonny to glace up at you, eyes wide in surprise. He shot up, face turning red in embarrassment.

“O-oh h-hey I was just uhm
” He stuttered as you waltzed over to him, not giving him time to think as you kneeled beside him on the bed, taking him fully into your mouth. “oh-oh god.” Sonny breathed, hands flying to your hair. He was rock hard and leaking from his previous handywork, and you knew he wouldn’t last long. Humming in appreciation at the salty taste of his precum and the way he couldn’t keep himself from bucking forward, you let him fuck your mouth, thrusts quick and wild as he whined beneath you.

He looked so sexy like this, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and the veins in his neck twitching as he held on for dear life. When he hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little, Sonny cried out and tightened his grip in your hair. “Baby- I.” He moaned. “fuck, your mouth feels so good.” Sonny was panting, his thrusts rapidly becoming needier. “You’re gonna make me cum, doll. I can’t, fuck. Oh god.”

Sonny gasped as his hips stalled, shooting down your throat and you watched with lust dazed eyes as he came down from his high, his movements becoming slower before they stopped altogether. He tried to catch his breath, the blush in his cheeks returning.

“Wow- that was.” He stammered. “You’re home early.” Sonny whispered shyly.

“Good thing too.” You smiled. “Or I would have missed this.” You kissed the head of his cock playfully, causing Sonny to let out a laugh, pushing the hair out of his face.

“Missed you doll. C’mere.”

RIP me.

childofbarisi:

I would like to bless you all with a lovely Peter Stone smut that @morbid-apricots ( @giraffe-puppy is her side blog for writing) had blessed me with. She is allowing me to share it.

Warning: NSFW

That weekend you and Peter actually managed to get out of the house instead of having a sexy staycation. After all you were going stir crazy. The plan was to go to dinner at that restaurant you both liked in midtown, then catch a movie, then walk in the park for a bit. But Peter wanted to make it.. Interesting.

So here you were, sliding on the vibrating panties he bought you for this occasion. Your face burned with embarrassment, what if you couldn’t control yourself? It’s been so long since either of you had done this. Peter walked in to grab his watch and tie, hair neatly styled in those spikes you loved and the smell of aftershave and cologne wafted in the air, mingling with your own perfume. He had the remote in his pocket and could turn it on at any time. And you were allowed to cum at any time. As long as you could be quiet. Jesus.

“Ready sweetheart?” Peter held his arm out for you, you smoothed out any wrinkles in your dress and looped arms with him. “You know your safe word?” That you did, “mango.” “Good girl, now let’s go out and have a good night hm?“ You were kind of excited, it had been so long since you two went out. You can’t remember your last date together. It must have been over a year ago. Such is the working parent’s strife. But now you two could have some fun.

All through the drive you were waiting for Peter to turn the panties on, to do something. But instead he drove smoothly, eyes on the road and humming along to his Spotify Playlist. You were just sitting on the edge of your seat, God what this man could do to you. During dinner you forgot about it, the food was too good to have your mind stuck on anything else. You nearly moaned at every bite
 And then Peter turned the panties on. Staying quiet was a lot harder than you expected it to be. You nearly choked on your wine while he calmly ate his steak, looking at you curiously. “Something wrong love?” His voice was the air of indifference. The bastard. “N-no I’m fine..” He turned the intensity up a few notches, leaving you gripping your arm and biting your tongue to keep quiet. Fuck fuck fuck, this was hard! The waiter brought the check, and just after he left you came silently. Peter could see it in your face, the way your blush rose up your neck and ears to your cheeks. He smirked and stood, helping you shakily to your feet. That was.. Intense. And you knew there was more where that came from. But for now he turned it off.

Next was the movies, your orgasm was still fresh in your panties, the slickness could he heard if you tried to listen. You two went to see the latest scary movie, Peter liked them because they made you huddle in his arms. Right when the lights dimmed and the movie started, Peter turned the panties on again. You were still a bit sensitive from your last orgasm, so keeping quiet was doubly hard. “Peter.. I can’t-” you cut yourself off to stop a moan from escaping. Your husband knew your limits, and you hadn’t reached them. Right now you were at the whining stage. “You can and you will. Remember princess, you have to keep quiet. Not a sound.” At this point you weren’t even paying attention to the movie and came again while biting your lip.

The rest of the movie you were left alone, thankfully. Peter didn’t turn the panties back on until you had reached the park. Then, he crowded you against a tree, no one could see you two unless they walked near the tree. Peter put you on his thigh and ratcheted the intensity to maximum. At this you couldn’t stay quiet, so Peter covered your mouth with his to muffle you. His kisses felt amazing coupled with riding his thigh and the vibrations, you came again quickly. But Peter didn’t turn the panties off.

You were quickly approaching overstimulation, squirming and whining in Peter’s grasp. But he wouldn’t let you go anywhere. “Peter ah! It’s t-too much!” But your husband only smirked. “Naughty girl couldn’t keep quiet like I told her to. So you’re going to cum again, and again, until I say you’re done. Got it?”

The overstimulation of your clit and labia was nearly unbearable, but you weren’t ready to safe word. This was heaven and hell at the same time. Peter ground his hard member against you, having taken it out of his pants. Finally, he turned the panties off and ripped them down your legs to sheath himself inside of you. “Fuck, you feel amazing. So perfect princess. And all mine.” You moaned out your agreement and Peter set a steady pace, using his arm to cushion your back from the bark of the tree. Soon, he was pistoning into you, grunting against your neck like an animal. “Peter.. Fuck, please.” He smirked and sucked hickies onto your neck and shoulders, snaking a hand down to your oversensitive clit to finish you. “Cum for me princess,” you moaned his name as you came again, riding your orgasm on Peter’s cock and against his fingers. The man thrusted a few more times and finally spilled himself inside of you.

The both of you panted and caught your breaths for a while, it had been a while since you’d done anything this bold. And it was amazing. The both of you straightened up and you moved to slip the panties back on, but Peter grabbed them and stuffed the soaked garment into his pocket. Leaving you bare under your dress with cum sliding out of your hole. You blushed when he eyed you for any protests, looping his arm around your waist to get back to the car.

You held hands during the drive home, Peter stroked your knuckles with his thumb and pulled into your apartment parking garage. The both of you were tired from the events, ready to shower and fall into bed. Peter helped you wash up, spending a bit more time on cleaning between your legs than necessary. You were overstimulated and trying to move away from his fingers, but he held you to him and got one more out of you. Which left you shaking and moaning. Peter finished up washing you and himself, scooped you up in a nice warm towel, and took you to bed. “My good girl, you did so well. I’m so proud of you, you’re amazing.” The praise poured from his lips while his hands caressed your skin and raked through your damp hair. Soon enough, you were soothed to sleep, your mind a happy hazy blank of warmth and post orgasmic bliss. “I love you so much,” you murmured before slipping into sleep. Peter kissed you goodnight and curled up behind you to sleep as well.

Hot damn. I am done.

allthingssvu:

Oh hi đŸ‘‹đŸ» Peter 😂

“Selfie from Sonny- Hey doll! Gettin’ my hair cut! đŸ€— ” of course he uses emojis when the texts cause he’s adorable as fuck. And you’re just sitting there at work fucking melting cause he’s too hot and you can’t form words.