Here we go again…

“Okay boys, Mama’s going to he potty. I’ll be right back.” Jonesy was right behind you as you sprinted up the stairs. He slippped in the door just before you closed it. “Ever heard of privacy?” Jonesy sat and wagged his tail.

By now you were a gold medalist in speed peeing, and taking pregnancy tests. You sat the test on the counter then washed hands, The test was really just a . Being a week late, you were never late, in addition to morning sickness that lasted all day, moodiness, and tender breasts it wasn’t a surprise.

“Well that was anti-climatic” your voice laced with sarcasm. “Damn you Sonny Carisi and your over zealous sperm”, you mumbled to yourself. Glancing at Jonesy, you grinned. He had always been one of the first to know you were pregnant. “Ready for another Carisi to look after?” He barked in response and wagged his tail. You knelt down and hugged him, “our secret right now, okay boy?”

Opening the bathroom door, Jonesy ran out in search of the boys. Plopping down on the bed, you placed a hand on your belly. You were maybe five weeks. July 4th, Staten Island, stayed at his parents house, in Sonny’s childhood room…a giggle escaped and you covered your mouth.

It’s wasn’t your fault. You’re husband was smoking hot, and couldn’t keep your hands off him. It was the same for him. Thinking of his hands ghosting up your cool skin, his lips peppering kisses along your neck as your hands were tangling in his greying hair. Your hands traveled slowly up your body…

“Whatcha doin’ doll?” Sonny’s voice was laced with humor.

Your eyes flew open ‘speaking of the devil’, you thought to yourself. A blush crept across your cheeks as you gaze turned to met his. “Huh? Ahem. Nothing. Just resting my eyes. Kinda tired”,you explained, pushing yourself to a sitting position. “You’re home early”, you remarked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah. Wrapped up paperwork, no new cases. I’m gonna clean up.” He turned to enter the bathroom, “oh, uh, if you need help finishing the “nothing” you were doing, let me know.” He gave you a wink and smirked.

You rolled your eyes and fell back on the bed. ‘Oh no the test!’ “Sonny wait-”

“Is this yours?” He was holding the test up when he walked out of the bathroom, face questioning.

“Would it help if I said no?” Biting your lip, your gaze went to your entertwied fingers.

He pressed his lips together, tilting his head to the side. “C’mon, Y/N.”

“Of course it’s mine, Sonny. I must have messed up my ovulation schedule somehow. I know we didn’t plan on having another-”

Sonny walked to you, took your hand and pulled you up from the bed. “Stop.” He gently kissed your lips, then touched his forehead to yours. “You didn’t make this baby by yourself. It takes two to tango,”

You giggled, “That is does.So you’re not mad then?”

“Mad? How can I be mad? Just a little surprised. I love being a dad and we make a pretty great team. Plus maybe this time we’ll have a girl”, Sonny mused and pulled you in for hug.

“Yeah, this house could use a little more estrogen. Even the dog is boy for heavens sake.” Sonny’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“You know”, you leaned back, loosened his tie, “I’m pretty sure we conceived this one at your parents, in your old bedroom.” You gave him a wry grin.

He laughed, “well isn’t that somethin’. Tried to get a girl in there all through high school, never happened. But when I finally do, I knock her up.”

“Oh my gosh Sonny, You are something else”, playfully smacing his chest.

“C’mon, doll. Let’s go make dinner for the Carisi mob.” Sonny took your hand. leading you back down the stairs.

Listen. Do yourself a favor and go read @therandomfics Sonny fic. It is soooo good!! It has angst, fluff, smut….bed sharing…*in my best Stefon voice…*

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

//Clapping hands and jumping up and down. I’m LOVING the Peter prompts! Keep ‘em coming!!//

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.

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.

Nick Amaro Masterlist

Nick Amaro x reader

Nick Amaro one shots

NSFW Headcanon A-Z

Make me

Theme park fun

I don’t want you to stop

Nick likes it rough *nsfw*

Commitment HC

S/O touching themselves

Nick Amaro storyline

Nick makes you dinner

Well I’m glad you think of me when you’re drunk

Nick cheers you up

Are you seriously going to leave without asking me,,

Engagement (Nick, Peter and Sonny)

Hands to yourself

Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?

What happened back there?

Nick and Frankie selfie

Nick and pregnant wife smut

Would you hold still

Owen Amaro

Changes

To me, you are beautiful

Motorcycle accident

I really need you

My weirdo

I might have had a few shots

i desperately need fic where mike is the bored husband sitting on the couch outside of the fitting room in a store lol

Mike glanced at his watch. “How does it take 20 minutes to try on bras.” Looking around he was surrounded by lace thongs and push up bras. He raised his eyebrows when he looked at one of the price tags attached to a pair of underwear that was nothing more than a strip of cloth. Mike shook his head, “I’m glad I’m not a woman.”

Mike sat back down on the very pink, striped couch. He drummed his fingers on his knee, puffed his cheeks out and letting the air escape. Pulling his phone from his jeans pocket, he opened Angry Birds and started plyaing a game. “Yes!” Mike exclaimed as he took out all the pigs.

Getting bored rather quickly, he walked to the fitting rooms. “Y/N?” He called out your name, “You almost done? I’m getting a little bored out here. Which room are you in?”

“Mike? You’re still out there? I figured you would be at the food court. Room 3”, you answered back.

Mike cautiously made his way to your fitting room, “actually that’s why I came in here. Want anything?”

“A lemonade would be great babe. Thanks”, you responded.

When you came out of the fitting room a few minutes later you spotted Mike. He was looking at one of the mannequins sipping on your lemonade. A smile crossed his lips. He grabbed pantied and stuffed them in the cups of the mannequins bra cup. Stiffling a laugh, you snuck up behind him. “Can I help you with soemthing, sir?” You inquired.

Mike froze for a second before he realized it was you. He spun around a slight blush to his cheeks. He handed you your lemonade and grinned. “Sorry, I can’t be left unattended” shrugging his shoulders.

You took a sip, “c’mon. I’ll pay then we can go anywhere you want. I’ll even listen you debate which protein powder is best with that bratty kid at the health food store”, you offered.

Mike examined the items on your hand. He placed his fingers thoughtfully on his chin. “I have an idea. Let’s go home and you model all of this for me. Then you can make me a sandwich.”

Laughing, you smacked his butt, “I’ll do you one better. I’ll make you a sandwich in said lingerie, if you make me breakfast tomorrow morning, in the buff.”

“Deal” he responded a split second later. “”Best negotionation ever.”

[To: Peter 1:34PM] ….

Source: romantickisses

hey could you do a peter imagine where the reader and peter fight, and peter overreacts and then apologizes

//this probably isn’t what was requested but it need some peter fluff right now//

“I refuse to have this argument again, Peter”, you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Who’s arguing? I’m just making a statement. Plain and simple. It just doesn’t make sense. I have never understood why you like it so much”, he stated crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why does everything have to make sense? Live a little, Petey”, you dared with a wink. “Besides it’s good. I don’t question your taste in bourbon or wine. If you like it then I at least try it…”

Peter shook his head, “Me and Sonny had a discussion about this actually. He agrees with me. And he’s Italian so he would know.” He seemed proud that he had and “expert” on his side.

“Sonny eats goat cheese and sun-dried tomato on his pizza. I don’t exactly trust his experrise.” You grabbed the pizza box and set it on the coffee table.
He wrinkled his nose up when you opened the box.
“Just try. Please? For me?” You pleaded, pouting your bottom lip.

“Fine.” He huffed. “But only because you look so cute pouting like that.” Taking a piece of pizza, he folded it in half and took a sizeable bite.

“So?”, you inquired, “do you like it?”

“Honestly, yes” he admitted much to yur surprise. “Pineapple does belong on pizza.”

would you do a fic where peter asks his gf to move in with him?

“Where the hell are black heels?” You were rushing around your boyfriends apartment like every other morning. It was hard to remember what you had at your place versus Peter’s.

Peter pulled one heel from under the bed, “Found one of your heels, darling. I think my electric razor is at your house. Have you seen it there?”

“I don’t have a clue. When did we stay there on a weekday last? Monday? Found the other heel!” Taking the one Peter found you slipped them on hopping from one foot to the other.

“I gotta go. I’m due in court in less than an hour. Where we staying tonight?” You asked Peter as you grabbed your briefcase. Taking the to go coffee he offered, you kissed his cheek. “So?”

“Oh, let’s stay at your place tonight. The restaurant is closer to your apartment”, Peter concluded.

“Sounds good to me, babe. See you at 6:30. Love you.” Taking your keys from your bag you swung the front door open before you could hear Peter’s response. “Crap.” Knowing you wouldn’t have time to go back to Peter’s to grab the things you’d need for the weekend you shot him a text.

*Can you bring my makeup bag, sneakers and straightening iron from you place please. If you haven’t left yet.*

*Sorry. Left about 10 minutes ago.*

*No problem. It’s the weekend. I can live without them.*

As you hurried into the restaurant, 15 mniutes late, you spotted Peter at the bar. Plopping down on the stool beside him you snagged his drink and took a sip. ‘Well hello to you too” Peter said with a smirk, then finished drink.

“Sorry. It has been a day.” You leaned in a gave him a kiss. “Better now.”

“Table for Stone” the hostess called out.

Peter took your hand to help you from the stool. Once you were sat at the table, food ordered, wine in hand you relaxed a little. “TGIF” you breathed out.

Peter chuckled, “Agreed. So how was the day?’

You groaned and pulled your feet from under the table. “Notice anything..off?”

“Two different black heels. Oh my.” He stiffled a laugh.

“No go ahead. Laugh. I did. Along with everyone else in my office” replying, rolling your eyes. “Icing on the cake? I left the Marcus file at my place the other night. Thankfully my assisstant was able to get it.”

Peter furrowed his brow, “I can’t do this anymore. I’ve been-” You started to interrupt but he held up a hand. “Let me finish. I’ve been thinking. It’s time we move in together.”

Jerking your head up from where you were looking into your wine, you stuttered “Real-really? Are you ser-serious? Is it because I never have what I need and my place is too far from your office?”

Taking your hands in his, he replied. “Well, that and the fact that I want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep next to you every night.”

“How can I say no to that? Plus, we get to christen a whole new place” you waggled your eyebrows.

“Well that is the most important reason” he confirmed, giving you a wink.

comforting kisses with peter? i think he needs them rn

//100% he needs all the comfort and kisses//

Morty jumped from the couch where he was laying beside you. His nails clicked on the hardwood floors as he made his way to meet Peter at the front door. He always knew when he was home before he even got out of the car.

You heard the door open and Peter greet Morty. He slung his coat over the chair as he entered the living room. “Darling, how was your day?“ he bent over and kissed our head.

“Not bad. Join me.” You patted the couch beside you. Peter loosened his tie and toed off his shoes. Laying down on the couch he pulled his legs up and put his head on your lap surprising you.

He took a deep breath and let it out. You slowly ran your fingers through his hair. “How about your day?”

“Felt like I was drowning all day. Lost my case. I feel like a failure.“ He tightened his grip on you. “I miss Pam, my dad has been weighing on my mind lately”, he confessed.

Dipping your head you placed a kiss to his temple. “You are not a failure, Peter. Your dad was and would be so proud of you. Not only because you are a successful, talented attorney who does all he can for victims. You are a caring, dedicated, and loving husband, father and brother.”

Peter shifted to his back, looking up at you. “How do you do it? Make me feel better just by being present.” He gazed up at you and you gave him a quick kiss on the nose. “One good thing this year, we had Audra who of course is the world’s cutest little girl. A complete set since we already had the cutest little boy.”

You chuckled, “can’t argue that one.” After a few minutes you asked, “are you hungry? Want to get a shower?”

“Together?” His eyes lit up a little.

“If that’s what you want babe”, you responded with a laugh.

Climbing in the shower behind Peter, you pressed soft kisses to his back, your arms wrapped around him, hands splayed on his chest.

The hot water pelted down as you kissed up your husbands taut back, moving the kisses to his sculpted arms. You stood in front of him. His eyes were closed and he had a hint of a smile on his lips.

Running your hands up his chest, you stood on tip toe to kiss his neck up to his jaw. Peter’s wrapped his arms loosely around you and he gently pulled you closer, rocking his hips into you. “I love you so much. Never forget that”, he tilted your chin and gave you the most tender kiss you can remember.

“I love you too, Peter.” Wrapping your arms around his neck and you smiled at him.

The rest of the night was spent making love, sweet, gentle and slow.