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Does being pregnant with twins make Mrs. Stone extra “feisty”? LOL

“Be careful, kitten. Might get more than you bargained for.” Peter playfully chastised as you pressed your backside into his growing erection. His arm was draped over your middle.

“I’m counting on it,” you purred.

“Mmm…that right?” His lips pressed kisses to your exposed neck as you angled so he had better access. He brushed his thumb over an erect nipple.

The breath caught in your throat. Your body was so sensitive to his touch, especially pregnant. Your hormones were in overdrive. Without warning you sat up stripped off your shirt, then divulged yourself of panties.

“Whoa,” Peter said with a smirk as you yanked his sleep shorts down, raising his hips to assist you.

A salacious grin crossed your lips as you straddled his hips. You took his hard cock in your hand and lined up with your entrance. Low moans escaped from both of you as you slid slowly down. Peter gripped your hips as you fluttered your eyes open. “Give it to me hard, Peter. I need it.”

He growled and started snapping his hips up. “So good.” Peter marveled.

“Harder. Faster.” The movement of your hips encouraging him to quicken his pace. Peter hit just the right spot over and over. He circled your clit with a thumb. “Ahhh…God.”

He sat up wrapping you in his arms. “I love…you…so fucking much.” Peter panted. He buried his face in crook of your neck.

“I love you too,” your answer was breathy. Your nails drug across his back and your legs squeezed his waist. “Oh, mmm… Peter. Faster. Please. So close.”

Peter obliged and quickened his pace. The only sounds were low moans, heavy breathing and the sound of your bodies joining. His thrusts became more stuttered.

A fire licked through your belly and spread through your body. Your toes curled as the orgasm took over your body. “Yes. Yes. God!”

Peter squeezed your hips, slammed into you once more. “Y/N! God!” He emptied himself into you. Peter collapsed back onto the bed and kissed your temple. “I love you. So much.”

A grin spread across your face as you placed tender kisses to his chest. “Love you most.”

“You’re going to kill me,” Peter said breathless. “when you’re pregnant you are even more-”

“Horny?”, you quipped as you untangled your limbs from the sheets and rolled off his chest.

Peter chuckled. “That’s the word I was looking for.”

Can we get some Nick x Reader reconciliation smut please?

“God. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” you panted into Nick’s neck. Your hands clutched his shirt as he pressed his body flush to yours.

Nick’s hands brushed up your sides, pushing your Tshirt up and then over your head. “Such. Beautiful. Skin. So. Soft.” He said with reverence between peppering kisses along your collarbone. Warm hands splayed along your lower back pulling you closer to him.

“Too many clothes,” you complained pulling at Nick’s shirt. He pulled away long enough to rid himself of his shirt and you shed your bra. “Pants off,” you commanded. Hastily you stepped out of your cut-offs.

Nick fumbled with his button, then pushed his jeans and boxer briefs off in one swoop. His erection sprung free. You eyes greedily scanned your husband’s body. “I need you mi amor. Need to be inside you.” Nick’s eyes slid over your body with hooded eyes, his voice husky.

“Not as much as I need you.” You and Nick tumbled onto the bed. Nick crushed his lips to yours, parting your lips with his tongue. Nick’s thumb skimmed over a nipple while the other reached between the two of you. “Ahh.” You dug your nails into his back.

Nick took a sharp intake of breath when your hand took his length in your hand. “Easy, Y/N.” He ran a hand down the outside of your thigh, hiking it up.

“Please. Nick. I want you,” you pleaded. Nick’s fingers slid through your wet folds. “Oh. Oh, God. Please, Nick. Just fuck me,” you said breathlessly.

He lined up with your entrance and slowly slid into your wet core. “Jesus, oh God.” Nick stilled, relishing the feel of you wrapped around him.

“Nick, oh…” You dug your heels into his lower back encouraging him to move. Soon your hips were snapping up to meet his. It felt so damn good and you let him know just that.

Nick buried his face in your neck, mumbling in Spanish. You nipped his earlobe and neck, spurring him on. “I’m not going to – oh fuck baby.”

As you wrapped your arms around Nick, you felt that familiar pull low in your belly. The orgasm ripped through your body. “Nick- I’m, oh my God!”

Nick growled, and a couple thrusts later he found his release. He collapsed on your chest. Kissing your face, then finding your lips. “Y/N. That was…mmmm…” He rolled off you, then pulled you to his chest. “I love you so much.”

Throwing a leg over his middle you rested your head on his chest. “Amazing.” You placed kisses to Nick’s chest. “I love you too Nicky.”

Nick’s fingers ran over your thigh, up your side, and brushed up your arm. “So, uh, you up for…” He flexed his hips making his arousal known.

You sat up and without saying a word straddled Nick’s hips. “I think I could be persuaded,” you winked.

can you write something about the reader giving nick a hand job?

Sneaking a peek at Nick you observed his jaw was still clenched and his knuckles were white from squeezing the steering wheel. He hadn’t said a thing since leaving the courthouse. His Dads trial was really taking a toll on him.

Easing your hand over to his thigh you gave it a gentle squeeze. “Hey. I love you, Nick.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

He grasped your hand and brought it to his lips. He slid a quick glance to you.“I love you too cariño.” His eyes returned to the road.

A thought crossed your mind. Looking back over at Nick, you gently bite your bottom lip. “Can I do something to help you relax?”

He sighed. “I appreciate it, I do. But until this trial is over I doubt I’ll be able to relax.”

“Hmmm…I’d like to try.” Slowly you slid your hand up the inside of Nick’s thigh. When you reached his cock you rubbed him through his pants.

“What-what…”

“Shhh…I got you, babe.” Repositing yourself in the seat to better face Nick. “Let me do this for you, please.” You continued to massage his now hard cock.

You undid his pants and pulled him out. Slowly you began stroking him. A hiss escaped from between his teeth. Pausing for a second, you pulled lotion from your purse and dolloped a small amount in your hand.

Returning to Nick, your hand grasp him firmly. You pumped him slowly while you talked dirty. “You are so big, Nicky. Always make me feel so good when you’re thrusting your huge cock into me.”

“God, Y/N. That…fuck.” Nick drew his bottom lip between his teeth. His grip on the steering wheel was even tighter than it was before. “Damn baby..you-you..just..wait..until…” He started bucking his hips cautiously.

“Yeah. What are you gonna do, hmmm?” Slipping your hand up your skirt, you felt yourself through your panties. “I’m so wet, Papi.” You started stroking him faster and harder.

“Holy fu-…God. I’ll tell you what I’m-” Nick’s voice faltered. He moaned as he found his release.

Grabbing some napkins from the glove compartment, you cleaned him up then tucked him back into his pants.

After you got Nick and the lotion cleaned off your hand, you realized you were in your neighborhood. Nick pulled into the drive and shut off the car.

“You’re the best. You know that right? I am definitely more relaxed.” Nick placed a hand behind your neck and gently pulled you to him for a kiss. “And don’t worry, once we’re inside. Away from prying eyes, you’re gonna get just what you deserve.”

Ugh! Why must you be so good! Now I keep wishing for the second part after Nick brings home the Pumpkin Spice Latte and receives his sloppy blowjob. Dang! That one was so good, but just a tease. LOL

carisi-dreams:

so teeeeechnically I’m not taking any prompts not explicitly found on the fall writing prompt list. but I’m feeling ~generous…so here’s a part two to that fill. this is NSFW, bbs.

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“Oh shit,” Nick groaned as you took him in your mouth with a little hum. His hands flew out to grab on to something and they settled on your shoulders as he hastily set his coffee cup down on the counter behind him.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t—sh—you don’t have to,” Nick tried to say through sucked in breaths as you bobbed your head.

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Hot diggity damn 😯

L I S T E N you should write me a lil something about pegging sonny pls ❤️ I will love you forever – 🦔

//Okay. Here we go. Hope this is not horrible…//

One of the many things you loved about Sonny was is openness and willingness to try new things. The two of your had experimented sexually so you weren’t surprised when Sonny asked you to watch the video.

“Okay, so uh, this is a bit more than what we’ve done in the past but-” he gave you a nervous smile.

“Sonny just play the video.” He scratched the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous. The way he was acting only piqued your curiosity.

Sonny tapped the screen of his tablet and the video started playing. A man was lying on the bed, naked. A woman entered the scene, you could only see her from behind. When she turned you saw the strap-on. 

The video finished and both of you were quiet for a minute. “Pegging?” Raising your eyebrows. “this is what you want to try?” Reaching over you paused the video.

“Listen. I know it’s a bit hardcore. I know. So I get it- I mean I’m not ga- I just sometimes, I need to let someone take control…”

Shushing Sonny with a finger to his lips, you nodded. “I know, Sonny. I’m not worried about that.” He gave you a relieved look. “I am always open to try new things. If this is something you feel like you need, I’m in.”

[To: Sonny 5:30PM] It came!

[From: Sonny 5:32PM] It?

[To: Sonny 5:32PM] THE it. You the “it “ we’ve been waiting for…

[From: Sonny 534PM] ohhhh… that it! I’ll be home in a little bit!

You were waiting for Sonny when he got home. 

You were waiting for Sonny when he got home. “Hi. Welcome home, babe.” Wrapping your arms around his waist, you gave him a hug. He squeezed you back.

“Thanks, doll. Was a long day. Always better when I come home to you.” His lips kissed the crown of your head. “Really need this…”

Leaning back, you looked up at Sonny and smiled. “Well, let’s get you taken care of, shall we?”

When you entered the bedroom, Sonny was lying on the bed, already naked and hard. “Well, well, well Detective. What have we here?”

Sonny grasped his hard cock on his hand and started stroking. His eyes were hooded with lust, desire. Sonny dragged his gaze from your face down your body stopping at waist level.

In turn, you stroked the dildo that was strapped to you as you walked over to the bed. “Lay back and relax, babe. I’m going to take very good care of you.” Running a finger down his cheek. “Remember, if something is uncomfortable, or you don’t like what’s going on, what’s our safe word?”

“Granola. I’ll be okay. We’ve worked up to this, and I trust you. I love you, Y/N.” His eyes were sincere.

“I love you too, Sonny.” You climbed on the bed and pulled Sonny’s legs over yours, you sitting and Sonny lying down but facing one another. The lube was cold from the bottle, so you warmed it between your hands first. “Hold on to the headboard.”

Sonny nodded and grabbed the headboard. He elicited a low moan when you started stroking his cock. A cocky grin crossed your lips. Lining up you pressed gently against his opening. Slowly you pushed the dildo inside him, while still stroking him.

“Oh God. Tha-fuck!”, Sonny exclaimed. Sonny slowly moved up and down on the dildo while your hand quickly pumped his hard cock. His pace stayed slow and deep. “Ohhh…doll, just right…”

Once you knew he was comfortable, you instructed him to get on his hands and knees after you pulled out of him. He did as told. “Ready babe?”

“Yeah. I’m ready.”  He held himself up with one arm, while his other hand returned to stroking his long cock. “Ohhhhhh…..”

“Yeah. You like that baby.” You grasped his hips and pounded into him. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m- I’m gonna cum….fuck!” Sonny’s seed spilled out of him onto the bed as you slammed into him one last time. The only sounds in the room were you and Sonny’s heavy breathing. You pulled out and took the strap-on off.

Sonny turned over smiling at you and pulled you into his arms. “Thanks, doll. That was what I needed.” He traced his fingers over your skin. “Now, let’s take care of you”, he commanded as he ran his fingers through your wet folds.

can we get some mike smut up in here? possibly some public sex

Mike’s hands gripped your hips as he pulled you back flush him on the dance floor. You reached around placing your hands on his muscular thighs. The night had started off innocently, drinks with Mike and the squad to celebrate Fin making Sergeant.

Now you and Mike were grinding on the dance floor. Hot, sweaty bodies pressed together. Mike started whispering in your ear. “That sweet little ass of yours is going to get you in trouble. Just wait ‘til I get you home.” He nuzzled your neck, then nipped your ear, sending a spark through your body.

Spinning in his arms, Mike wrapped his arms around your middle, drawing you close. You placed a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him close to whisper in his ear. “Why wait until we get home?” You pulled back, giving him a salacious grin.

He growled in your ear, “Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and pulled through the back door and out into the balmy New York night. “I know it’s not private but I need to be inside you. And I can’t wait.”

“Hmm…such a bad boy” you purred, running a finger down his chest, stopping at his waist.

He spun you, pushed your scorching body against the cool brick wall. He reached around and unbuttoned your shorts. In one yank he pushed them, along with your panties down your legs. 

You heard the telltale noise of his zipper. He dug his fingers into your hips pulling you back, bent over at the hip. ”We’re going to have to go hard and fast. Anyone could walk out that door…” 

“I know Michael”, your raspy voice acknowledging him as you pushed back against him. “C’mon babe. I need you so bad.”

Michael grabbed his length, lining up with your dripping opening. One quick slam and he was in to the hilt. “Oh God” the both of you cried out in unison. Mike slammed into you again. “Y/N you feel, ahhh, so good. That greedy pussy taking all of me.”

 Mike’s words turned you on even more. His thick cock thrusting in and out of you over and over. “Mike fuck yeah. You fuck me so good babe.” Mike reached around and circled your clit. That was all it took. The orgasm rolled through your body. “Mike, babe, damn..” 

“Mmmm.. yeah.” Mike’s thrusts became more urgent needy. His fingers grasped your hips as he slammed into you one more time. “Damn babydoll, you never disappoint.” He leaned over and kissed between your shoulder blades. He pulled out of you.

“Right back at ya champ”, you winked as you pulled your shorts up. Just as you and Mike were heading back into the bar, a group of drunk co-eds came out the door. 

After they passed you and Mike glanced at one another. Mike swiped his hand over his forehead, “whew. That was close.” He slung his arm around you, “from now on, keep it on your pants until we get home, okay Mrs. Dodds.”

Laughing, you playfully swatted his chest as you made your way back to the party.

why is peter being referred to as “mr stone” the absolute sexiest thing? could i request something smutty where the reader calls him “mr stone”?

+ i’m in a big mood for peter stone smut 😂

//thought we’d go with honeymoon smut. also, this has been in my ask box for a while. Sorry!//

Paris. You were in Paris. And with your husband. That still sounded weird to say. Peter had surprised you with a European trip. It had always been your dream, and he made it come true. You and Peter hadn’t even left the hotel room since you arrived yesterday afternoon. Not that you were complaining. There was something to say about married sex. It brought a smile to your face.

It was a beautiful morning in Paris. Looking back into the room, Peter was still fast asleep. No doubt wore out from the flight and last night of course. Sitting on the balcony with your coffee, your thoughts went to yesterday and last night…

Even though both of you were jet-lagged, there was no way you weren’t going to make love. Peter had been whispering in your ear about all the things he wanted to do to you once you were in your suite. 

“Darling? What are you doing in there?” Peter called from the living area of the suite.

“Just freshening up a little”, you answered back. Smiling at your reflection, you smoothed down the silk that clung to your body. Giving your hair a quick fluff you made your way out to the living area

.“How about some room service, then we-”, Peter stopped talking when he looked up to see you, “sight..see…” He dropped the room service menu.

“Mr. Stone. I have a better idea.” Sauntering over to your husband, you saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, swallowing hard. You loved the reaction you could still elicit from him.

“That is some gown, kitten”, Peter said as he skimmed his hands up your side to the small of your back. He pulled you flush with him and your breath caught. “So beautiful. And all mine.” Peter brushed your lips with yours, slowly trailing them down your neck, 

Turning your head slightly you gave Peter better access to your neck, “Mmmmm…” Your hands slid under his T-shirt. His taut back flexing under your touch.

 "I love you in silk. So smooth, just like your skin.“ Peter dropped to his knees, burying his face into your middle. “Mmm…you smell delightful.”

His words caused your breath to catch. Your hands twisted in his hair. “Hmmm…”

“Strip for Mr. Stone. Let me see your bodacious body.” His voice low, sensual.

You pushed the thin straps of the silky gown off your shoulders and allowed it to pool at your feet.

Peter slid his hands up your legs. “ My God you are gorgeous.” He dragged your thong panties down your legs. His fingers found your soaking core. “Why Mrs. Stone, a little excited?”

“Ahhh…what do you, you expect, Mr. Stone? T-those things you were whispering on the plane….God yes…”

Peter stood and sucked his fingers, “you taste divine.” He picked you up and sat you on one of the low dressers, then spread your bent knees. The smile he gave you was, wow.

You let a moan escape when he flicked his tongue over your clit. His hands went to the insides of your thighs, keeping your legs open wide. “Oh my God Peter!” He smacked your thigh. “S-sorry, I mean Mr. Stone.”

Peter plunged two fingers into your opening. His fingers were thrusting in and out while his tongue flicked and sucked your clit. Peter glanced up at you through his lashes. Your eyes locked. “Oh fuc-, Mr. Stone”, your body exploded and you felt yourself clinch around Peter’s fingers. 

Peter stood and wiped his mouth then smirked. “Mmm…kitten. Delicious, as always.” He helped you down from the dresser. His thumb ran across your lower lip. You grabbed his hand and put his two fingers that were inside you, in your mouth and sucked. His eyes darkened.

“Not bad”, you pulled at the waistband of his pants, “but I know something that tastes much, much better.” Your fingers ran under the waistband of his boxer briefs. Holding his gaze, your nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and pushed both off of his legs. He reached for the hem and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

Peter took his length in his hand. You raised an eyebrow, then licked your lips.”Impressive Mr. Stone.” You dropped to your knees and batted away his hand. “Mine.” You wrapped your hand around him. Pre-cum glistened on the head of his penis. Swiping your tongue over the tip and licked it clean. A smile crossed your lips. Taking him in your mouth you deep throated him. 

Peter hissed through his teeth. “God baby. Y/N, those pretty, pink lips look so good wrapped around my cock.” He placed his hand on the back of your head, gently pushing your head forward. You pumped your hand up and down his cock as it hit the back of your throat. “Oh, fu-you I…”

Grasping the back of his thighs you pulled him faster and harder to you. His hips moved, thrusting into your mouth. As you pumped and sucked faster,  his hips bucked more erratically.  

Peter came hard and loud. “Yes, yes, yessss….fuck Y/N.” He looked down at you as you swallowed and licked his head clean. Taking your hands he pulled you up and kissed you. “You. Are. Amazing. I am one lucky man, Mrs. Stone.” 

“You most certainly are, Mr. Stone.” Gently you pushed Peter on the bed. You turned and sat and sat on his lap. Wiggling a little, you could feel his erection grow under you.

“Again?” Not saying a word, you placed your hands on Peter’s thighs, then slowly sank back onto his hard cock. You sighed and Peter moaned. He pulled you back to his chest and started kissing your neck as he slowly thrust into you… 

Good morning, Mrs. Stone” Peter said in greeting. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck. Your head covered his.

“And to you Mr. Stone” your face lit up. “Did I tell you how much I love being married to you?” 

“I think you mentioned it a time or two. Still nice to hear it though. “So. What do you want to do today?” Peter nuzzled your neck. “I have some ideas.”

“Peter”, you said laughing. “As much as I enjoy making love to you-”

“Okay. Okay. I get it. Eiffel Tower it is. But tonight…”