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Can we get some Peter Stone x Reader smut for when they are trying to conceive Audra?

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Negative. Just like last month and the previous six months before that.. Trying to get pregnant again was proving to be challenging. Julian had been easy. You weren’t even trying, you hadn’t been preventing either. He was your honeymoon baby. You smiled , placing your hand on your belly. 

Peter came in to the bathroom, looking over your shoulder at the pregnancy test. He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he met your eyes in the mirror, “I’m sorry darling.”

Tears filled your eyes. Peter turned you, pulling you to his chest as you wrapped your arms around his middle. He kissed the crown of your head. It killed him to see you so upset when there was nothing he could do to change it. He wanted another baby just as much as you. 

“We’ll keep trying. Okay?” Peter soothed your hair. “We’re just too stressed out, trying too hard.”

You nodded against his chest. Wondering if Peter might be right. “Yeah. Okay. I need to get Julian some breakfast. Coffee?” You swiped the tears from your eyes as Peter released you from his embrace.

“Please.” As you passed him, he gently grasped your arm. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Peter.”

After a few weeks, you had relaxed a little, and was concentrating on a big case you had coming up. “Peter? Hey, where are you?” You were trying to keep your voice even. It had been a good day, great actually. All you wanted was to share it with Peter. 

“We’re in the kitchen”, Peter called back. 

“There’s my guys!” Pizza toppings were spread over the counter and Julian was putting cheese, lots of cheese, on a pizza. “Got enough cheese there bud?” You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“You’re in a good mood.” Peter leaned over, giving you a kiss. He smiled which made your smile bigger. 

“I have some wonderful news.”

Peter’s face lit up. “Are- are you…” His eyes moved to your belly.

Your face fell, the smile and good mood dissapating. Your gaze moved from Peter to Julian. “No. I’m, not- uh. I’m going to…” Your voice trailed off as you turned to leave the room.

“Is mama okay? She looked sad”, Julian inquired. 

“How about you draw mama a picture to cheer her up?”, Peter suggested. Julian eagerly nodded his head. Peter helped him off the chair and he scampered off to his room.

Peter leaned over the sink and took a deep breath. ‘Why did he bring up a baby?’ He shook his head. He pushed off the counter and went to check on you. 

Hearing Peter come into the room, you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks. “I won the case today”, you gave him a tight smile. “That was my good news.”

He sat beside you on the bed. “Congratulations, darling. That’s wonderful! I know the hours and work you put into that case.” Peter moved a loose strand of hair from your face. “I’m sorry I asked if you were preg-”

“I know. It’s okay. You didn’t mean anything.” Taking a steadying breath you rose from the bed. “What’s Julian doing?”

“He’s drawing you a picture to cheer you up.” Peter glanced up at you and smiled. “Sweet kid we got there.”

“Agreed. How about we go finish making those ooey, gooey cheese pizzas?”

“He’s asleep. And it only took three books, two drinks, and about a dozen kisses”, Peter shook his head and grinned. 

“I think I may have difficullty falling asleep myself. Think you can help me?” You tossed the blanket back and crawled across the bed to Peter. Rising to your knees, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He pulled you flush to him, “I think.” Kiss. “I can.” Kiss. “Help you with that.” His kisses trailed from your neck to your jaw before finally meeting your lips where he gave you a soft, wet kiss. His hands slipped under your shirt and slowly raised it over your head. His fingers skimmed down your sides and then encircled your waist.

Placing your hands on his chest, you could feel his heart rate speed up. Peter leaned into you, and your body melted down to the mattress. He crawled up your body leaving scorching kisses along the way. His mouth encircled a nipple. “Ahh. Peter…”

Peter continued circling your nipple with his tongue. He reached between the two of you. Moving your panties to the side he felt the wetness of your arousal. “Mmmm…Mrs. Stone. Someone is enjoying themselves.” 

You rested a hand at the buldge in his PJ pants. “You as well Mr. Stone.” You smiled against his lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pushed his pants down with you heels. His hands went to the band of your panties. You unwrapped your legs so he could slide your panties down your legs and tossed them aside.

Peter leaned back over you, taking one of your thighs in his hand, raising it. He lined up with yur entrance, his eyes locked with yours. He slowly sank into you. Both of you letting out loud sighs. Both legs wrapped around Peter’s waist again and he gathered you in his arms. 

“You always feel so amazing.” Peter lips met yours for a long passionate kiss your hips moved to reach his. His thrusts hit you on just the right spot. “God…” Peter hissed though his teeth.

Clutching onto Peter’s back, you dug your heels into his hips, encouraging him to go faster and harder. “Peter. Feels so good. God..go faster please.” Peter’s hips snapped harder and faster per your request. You met every thrust. The pull low in your belly, told you that the orgasm you were about to have was going to blow yor mind. A flush spread up your body. You dug your nails in to Peter’s back and squeeed you tighter with your legs. “Oh God. Yes right there. Peter never stop fucking me!”

“You are..damn, baby…I’m going to..fuck!” Peter exclaimed. He bite your neck, holding you close to his body.

“Oh, Peter , oh. My. God!” It ran through your body like a hot knife through butter. You came hard.

“That’s right baby. Let me..shit…hear yo-” Peter exploded inside you. His thrusts became stuttered before coming to a stop. “Jesus. You’re going to kill me one day woman.” You laughed and he smiled and gave you a tender kiss.

A few weeks later….

“Good morning, darling”, Peter smiled at you as you entered the kitchen. Of course he was up before you. “Coffee?” 

You nodded your head and he placed a steaming mug in front of you. As soon as the smell reached your nostrils, you covered your mouth and ran for the bathroom. With nothing on your stomach you only dry heaved.

“You okay?” Peter asked concerned as you bent over the toilet. He pulled your hair back.

“Yeah, I think so.” Straightening up, Peter let go of your hair. You turned on the sink, and splashed your face with cool water. Peter grabbed a towel out of the cabinet and you dried your face. He left he door open, glancing in the cabinet your saw a box of tampons. 

“I’ll get you a glass of water.” Peter left he bathroom. You took the glass taking a gulp. 

Overly tired? Check. Tender breasts. Check. Getting sick from certain smells? Check. “What’s the date?” You asked Peter, eyes moving to met his. He told you the date on his watch. Missed period? Big Check. A huge grin spread across you face.

“What are you smiling about?” Peter furrowed his brow. 

“I’m pregnant Peter.” You listed off the list you just made in your mind. “It all makes sense.” Bending over you rummaged through the sink cabinet. “Found it!” You held up the lasts pregnancy test in the box.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take the test!” Peter insisted.

You nodded and opened the test. You sat on the toilet, then held the test in your urine stream. Setting it on the counter, you pulled up your panties, then washed your hands. “Set a timer for-”

“Not necessary. Its already positive”, Peter said in amazement. 

You had to see it for yourself. There it was. Two, very bright pink lines. Your eyes welled up with tears. Peter gathered you in his arms and spun you around, both of you laughing and crying at the same time.   

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Reading Fic Pre-Posting: No typos whatsoever. Reads well. Flows beautifully. I have definitely found all possible spelling and grammar errors.

Reading Fic After Posting: A typo every three lines. Ten grammatical errors. Switches tense twice. POV changes for no discernible reason. Uses the word “look” five times in one sentence.

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Peter buying his S/O lingerie and then making them try it on in front of him?? 👀👀👀

//This was sent as an ask…Tumblr sucks sometimes…//

Peter rushed from the office, barely acknowledging the good-byes from his colleagues. During lunch, he made time to buy you a gift, well the gift was really for him.

Julian and Audra were staying with your parents tonight, he couldn’t remember the last time your had an evening to yourselves. With baby #3 on the way, those days were going to be even more rare. Not that he was complaining, he adored his kids.

[From: Peter 5:01PM] Darling, I’m leaving the office as we speak. I have a little something for you 😉

[To: Peter 5:06PM] Great timing. Take out will be here in about 30 minutes. And what you have to give me is far from small😎🙌🏻

[From: Peter 5:07PM] Grrrr….

You giggled at Peter’s response and shook your head. That man was something else. After your parents picked up Julian and Audra, you gave yourself an at home spa day. You were fluffed, buffed, and scrubbed.

When the doorbell rang you grabbed your wallet and pulled the door open.

“Your delivery Ms. Stone.”

“That’s Mrs. Stone”, you replied gathering the bag of Thai.

“Lucky man.” He ran his eyes up and down your body.

“You have no idea”, laughing you pulled Peter into the apartment.

Peter followed you through the apartment to the kitchen where you unpacked the food. “Smells so good”, you inhaled the aroma. “So good not to want to puke just from smells.”

This pregnancy had been unusual. The strangest smells made you ill. Petwr had to change colognes, laundry detergent had to be switched out, even the odor from Julian’s gue stick made you ill. Now in your second trimester, you were making up for it.

When Peter came back in to the kitchen, you were licking your fingers of sauce. “Mmmm…”, you closed your eyes savoring the taste. You caught Peter staring and grinning at you from the corner of your eye. “What?”

“Nothing. Just good to see you have your appetite back”, Peter chuckled when you stuck your tongue out at him. 

“What’s behind your back?” Walking over to Peter, you put your hand behind his back to reach whatever he was holding. He swung his arm up and dangled the bag out of your reach. “Peter! No fair!” You jumped up trying to reach the bag to no avail.

Peter laughed when you started tickling him. “Fine. Fine. Here. Just…stop…tickling…” Peter said with a breathless laugh.

“Let’s see what you brought me, shall we?” Tissue paper filled the bag and you tossed it aside. Your eyebrows raised when you saw what was inside. Reaching in the bag you pulled out a black lace nighty with matching thong and a white corset, and garter/stocking set. “This is quite the haul, Mr. Stone”, giving him a salacious smile.

Peter’s eyes were smoldering. “Try them on, kitten.” 

“Uh, yeah. I’ll-uh-I’ll do that.” You bite your bottom lip and tore your gaze from his. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Peter watch you walk away and gave him a wink.

“The white one first”, Peter called after you.

The sill stockings glided up your legs smoothly. Next you put on the panties and garter  belt. The easy part was done.You weren’t even sure the corset would fit. It surprised you how quickly your belly was growing with this pregnancy. It fit, thankful for the adjusting lacing. After slipping into a pair of heels, you sashayed back out to the living room where Peter was waiting.

He sat forward when you entered the room.“Amazing. Just like I thought. C’mere,” He ticked his head for you to come his way. When you were in front of him, he ran one hand up your silk covered leg. “Very nice. Now turn.” He made a twirling motion with one finger. 

Putting your hands on your hips, you did a little turn as requested. “Like what you see?” Shooting up a brow at your husband who was licking his lips. Peter squirmed in his chair, giving you your answer. “Shall I try the other one on?” He nodded his head.

The next set was much more comfortable. Forgoing the heels, you stayed barefoot. “Oh Peter what do you-” You smiled down at your sleeping husband. Sighing you went back to the bedroom, changed, then took the comforter off the bed. 

Peter stirred and opened his eyes when you snuggled with him on the couch. “Mmmm…I like this one.” 

“Oh Mr. Stone. All that expensive lingerie and you prefer your old T-shirt.” You spread the blanket over you and Peter. 

“Hmmm… I’m a complicated man”, he pulled you close to him and kissed the top of your head.

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Ask Me Anything

You had been a social worker for two years now, all grown up and living in your own apartment in the busy and chaotic New York City. You were from a smaller, much less travelled area but went to school for your Bachelors and Masters at Hudson, and never left. The job wasn’t easy but it was rewarding, and you had been blessed to find a position outside of working for the State. From your graduating class, only a small handful had managed to avoid the doldrums of foster care cases, dismissed and thrown to the wayside until the child was 18.

Anytime you managed to find time to visit your friends from Hudson, you were reminded of how lucky you had gotten with your career. Of course, they might have found shit positions and mediocre pay, but they had found something more important – love. You preferred to tell yourself that they weren’t as happy as they seemed, but social media didn’t help qwell your jealousy at all. At least you could always busy yourself with work, right? Distractions were beneficial.. sometimes.

It was Friday. You were excited to leave the office, grab some takeout on the way home and hole up in the apartment for the weekend. The phone on your desk flashed and the receptionist, Anna, called out.

“Y/N. Miss Gardella?” She asked, correcting her greeting.

“Hi, Anna, what’s up?”

She sighed and you could hear the frown on her face. “I need you to come up front please. It’s.. well, please just come here.”

Hopping up and slipping your shoes back on, you walked to the lobby. Anna, biting her freshly manicured nails, turned to you and frowned.

“I’m sorry. You’re the only one here and this kid just wandered in, said his mother had an appointment here and he’s been waiting by the bus stop for her. It’s nearly 6pm, and our last patient left at 4:30.” Her brown eyes were welling with tears as you patted her arm and motioned for her to go back to her desk.

The little boy looked to be about 8, with carrot hued hair and a slew of freckles across his face. He sat kicking his feet, staring up at the television that was playing a loop of Dumbo.

“Hey, Buddy,” you said gently, sitting down across from him. “What’s your Mom’s name? I can call her if you want?”

It should have been easy – get a name, make a call, maybe he wandered off and she was frantic. But, no, that couldn’t be possible. His mom wasn’t a patient, and the amount of dirt on his clothing implied he hadn’t been home in a while. A few cuts, a lot more bruises, and the incessant grumbling from his stomach weren’t leaving you much choice. After half an hour, you locked the door to the office and told the little boy – James – he could stay and finish Dumbo, and Anna sat with the boy and gave him a bottle of water and several packs of graham crackers. The sounds of a circus faded as you walked back to your office. Leaning against the wall with your phone pressed to your ear, you waited for an answer.

“Special Vicitims Unit, Detective Carisi.”

“Hi, Detective. My name is Y/N Gardella. I’m a social worker at The Wellspring Center here in Manhattan. There’s a child here who just wandered in, seems like he’s had a rough day at the very least. I.. don’t think calling CPS will be too helpful on a Friday night…” you trailed off and stared at the diploma hanging on the wall. All of that schooling and you didn’t know how to explain yourself.

“Mrs. Gardella, I can be there in fifteen – maybe twenty minutes. Thanks for the call,” he said, and hung up.

“Miss,” you muttered in correction and shoved your phone in your pocket.

As promised, the Detective arrived in about 15 minutes. You granted him access to the office and thanked him for being so quick.

“James,” you began, and knelt down in front of the child. “This is Mr. Carisi. He’s going to help us find your Momma, okay?”

The boy only nodded, but grabbed at your sweater as you stood up and tried to walk away. It was flattering that he felt comforted by you, but you had zero experience in your current situation. You administered psychological testing, and rarely spoke with patients outside of delivering test results.

“Looks like you’re staying with us, Mrs. Gardella,” the Detective said with a small smile.

“Miss.” You offered him a return of emotion and sat down, allowing James to crawl into your lap immediately. He nuzzled his face against your chest and left a smear of muddy graham cracker where his cheek rested.

The Detective went through a laundry list of questions. Age, last name, Mom’s appearance, phone number, school, anything. The youngster provided solid answers and the Carisi relayed them to his Commanding Officer, a Lieutenant on the other end of the phone. Turned out, Mom was a junkie and Dad was doing hard time out of state for something undisclosed. Carisi took the boy with him and promised to keep you updated on the situation. You thanked him and locked up, finally heading home. So much for a cozy night in.

That night, you called your Mom and chatted for a while, then cried yourself to sleep.

Several days passed. No word about the child. Of course, legally they weren’t obligated to inform you of anything, but you hoped someone would call. Maybe Carisi would? You rolled your eyes at the thought – why did you let your mind wander? You didn’t even know him. He could be married. He could be gay. Maybe he was a terrible person. There was no point in fantasizing about a handsome NYPD Detective.

“Y/N,” Anna whispered, slipping into your office and shutting the door. “That hot cop is back! I told him you didn’t have any more appointments and he wants to follow up about the kid.”

You nodded and bit your lip. “Right. Well, send him in. And don’t call him a hot cop – that’s so disrespectful.”

Anna rolled her eyes and let out a laugh before she disappeared back down the hall. A moment later, the Detective stood in your door way, asking to come in.

“Detective,” you greeted and stood up. You waved him in and met him halfway, offering your hand to shake his. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been thinking about you.” You stopped and dropped his hand. “I mean the situation from Friday. Is he ok?” You waved your hand towards the chairs in front of your desk and then sat back down.

“That’s why I’m here,” he replied and sank down into one of the plush leather chairs. “I can’t say too much, but we found his mother and the situation wasn’t gonna work. He’s not gonna stay with her. We called CPS, got him into emergency foster care and..”

You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your desk. “And…”

“I called to check on him and he ran away. Hasn’t been there since Sunday night. Been missing three days now.” He furrowed his brow and sighed. “Sometimes this fucking job..”

“I’m sure,” you sympathized with a frown. He looked so miserable.

“I’m sorry. Hey look, I gotta get back to work but thanks for being decent and calling.” He flashed a smile and stood up, buttoning his suit jacket.

“Detective,” you felt like you were going to vomit. “How do you handle it? Isn’t it impossible? How do you go in every day knowing it’s like James or worse?”

He laughed – though you knew you weren’t funny – and headed for the door. “I can’t answer that now, but I get off at 7 granted there’s no new case. Can-“

“Yes.”

“Good. Then you can ask me anything at 7.”

Read this series…just amazing!!

Okay, first off…DAMN! Your smut is great! Secondly, I have a prompt for reader x Dodds! So like they get in a fight cause he has been working so many long hours, but then like then end up having some awesome sex!

Mike shuffled in the front door. He loosened his tie, took off his shoes and flopped down on the sofa. Just as his head hit the back of the couch, you walked into the living room. 

“Hey.” Mike said, eyes closed. “What’s for dinner?”

“Dinner was three hours ago. It’s 9 o’clock.”  You stared at Mike. How could he be so damn aggravating by just breathing. The long hours, late nights, the drinking, the coldness…

Mike lifted his head up. “You’re giving me that look again, Y/N. It’s unnerving.”

“You want to know what’s unnerving? The fact that my husband either comes home late or when he does come home at a decent time, he drinks all evening.” Crossing your arms you walked further into the room, “But I think what "unnerves” me the most, even more than the nights you don’t come home, are the nights when you are home and act like I don’t exist.”

Mike scoffed and rolled his eyes, “whatever, Y/N. You are so dramatic.” He pushed up from the couch, “I think you may be exaggerating a little.”

Walking to Mike so you could look him in the eye you replied, “okay if I’m exaggerating, answer a couple questions.”When did you sit at the table to eat dinner with me and the kids? What did the kids dress up as for Halloween, when was the last time we made love?”

MIke bent his head, and you could see his expression soften. He was quiet for a few moments. “I-I can’t answer those questions.” His gaze turned sultry as his eyes came up to meet yours. “Why don’t we do something to rectify the last issue right now?” 

Your mouth dropped open, and you felt your body heat. As much as you were mad at him, you couldn’t deny your need for him. 

Mike took a step closer to you, close enough to feel his hot breath, and to smell his scent, a blend of sweat, mint and cologne. Mike’s gaze was sultry.

He grasped your hips, pulling you flush to him. Your hands went to his muscular arms. Dipping his head, he brushed his lips against yours. “Do you know how beautiful you are, hmm? What you do to me?”

“Remind me” you countered with a raspy voice. That remark elicited growl from deep in his throat. The next thing you knew he was pushing you against the wall. His lips crashed into yours.

You made quick work of his belt and zipper. Pushing his pants and underwear off his hips, as he pulled your shorts and panties off. Grasping your thighs, he hauled you up and buried himself inside you. “Oh God” you exclaimed. Your hands went to his hair, pulling.

“Oh babydoll, always so ready.” He started pumping his hips, “so damn good”, Mike marveled.

Running your hands down his neck, your nails dug into his shoulders.

Mike’s grasp on your thighs tightened, leaving bruises most likely, not that you cared. He helped you move up and down. He felt so damn good thrusting in and out of you, “Mike, God..hitting..all..” Your words were interrupted by Mike’s wet, hard kiss.

“I’m not going…fuc-…" Mike’s release was hard as he spilled into you.

“Mike, so close, ohhhh!” Your body felt like it was going up in flames, “Oh God!” You climaxed, your body needing the release. Mike held you up against the wall until both of you regained your composure.

He gently sat you on your feet. Both of you put you bottoms back on. Mike carressed your cheek, “I love you so much, Y/N. I’m going to do better. I promise.”

You touched his hand, “I love you too, Mikey. But don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Bringing his hand to your lips, you kissed his palm. Giving him a sad smile, you walked from the room. “Dinner is in the oven”, you said over your shoulder on your way to the bathroom for a shower.