Tag: peter stone x reader

what about a fic where peter can’t get hard or loses his erection while he’s with the reader and gets embarrassed

“Peter. It’s okay. Really. It happens.” Pressing a kiss to his forehead you reassured him. You knew this would bother him for a while.

He scoffed. “I just can’t believe… I wanted you so bad. Especially walking in from work seeing you looking so good.” The tips of his ears were red with embarrassment. His arms framed your body as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Pete, things have been a tad stressful lately. Losing your Dad, moving, a new job with let’s face it a less than mediocre welcome, taking care of your sister, me, the kids.” Gently you trailed a finger down his cheek.

“Still…I’ve thought about it all day. Feeling your soft skin, having your legs wrapped around me.” Peter’s voice became husky.

“Well, there are other things we can do Mr. Stone.” Slinging your arms around his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. “We can make out like when we started dating.”

“Making out?” He chuckled, his hands going to your hips. “Where do you suggest we have this make-out session, Mrs. Stone?”

“Hi Carmen. Nice to see you. How are you?” Smiling you approached Carmen’s desk.

“I’m good. Nice to see you too. Go on in. I think he could do with seeing you. Been a long day.” She smiled.

“Thanks.” You pushed open the door the door to Peter’s office. He was sitting in an arm chair, sleeves rolled up, looking over case files.

 “I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.” Peter’s voice was curt.

“Well I can come back,” you replied. Standing next to his chair, you grinned when he looked up at you.

“Don’t you dare.” He tugged your arm and you fell into his lap. Peter pulled you close for a kiss. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Peter slid his hand down you leg, stopping at your ankle. 

“Well I have a bit of news that I just couldn’t wait to share with you.” You could hardly contain your excitement. “I got it. I got the job with the NYCLU.”

‘Congratulations darling. That is wonderful news. You will be fantastic.” He  kissed you again. “C’mon. Let’s get some lunch. Hey your office is only a few blocks from mine.”

“We can ride to work together, maybe have lunch together more often, maybe a little more than lunch…” You waggled your eyebrows at your husband. 

Source: youngmadbadboy

Hi, can u write a Peter x reader where he breaks up with the reader for her own protection after a case goes wrong and someone is after him but in the end, they get back together. Ur an amazing writer btw. I love all your work x

//Thanks, boo! Loves ya!//

“So. That’s it. We’re done? Do you love me? Did you ever love me?” Peter nodded his head. “Is there someone else? And don’t you lie to me.” Your stare never strayed from his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I did, just not anymore.” He reached for your hand, which you yanked back. He sighed.

“You know what? I don’t care.” As you stood, Peter followed suit. He grasped your shoulders. “Just tell me the truth. I deserve at least that much.” You pleaded.

He dropped his hands to his sides. “Yes. There is someone else.”

The slap across Peter’s face was quick and hard. “Go to hell Peter. I hope she’s worth it.” You stalked out of the restaurant without looking back.

As you walked away you heard Peter say, “she is.”

“Remember it has to be believeable. He has to believe that our relationship is over. So no matter what I say, know that it’s all part of the ruse.” Peter cupped your face in his hand.

“I understand, Peter. Now, can we just enjoy tonight. Who knows when we’ll be able to…” A single tear rolled down your cheek.

“Hey. They’re gonna catch him. Trust that.” He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I love you, Y/N.” He tenderly kissed your lips as he carried you to the bedroom.

That was almost three months ago. The last night you made love to Peter. The last night you were in his arms. You shook your head and blew a puff of air out between pursed lips. Even if it was a fake break up, it felt way too damn real. 

It had been raining for two days straight and didn’t show any signs of quitting. You shuffled away from the window of your apartment. God you missed him so damn much. Your cell phone chimed with an incoming text. Only a few people had your new number.

‘you need to get out of the house. get ready. ill be at your house in 10 minutes. won’t take no for an answer’ You sighed when you read Monica’s text. You really weren’t in the mood but you had been blowing her off for weeks.

You tapped back your reapose. ‘fine. where are we going?’

Thirty minutes later, you were having dinner and drinks with Monica You had to admit, it was nice to get out and have a girls night. “Thank you for dragging me out. Sorry for being such a kill-joy lately.” 

“Girl, I got you, okay? Now let’s order some food. I’m starving. I thinking fried pickles, cheese sticks, chicken tenders. Ohhh, loaded nachos.” Monica was practically salivating.

“You’re pregnant! Oh my God! No drink, crazy appetite. When were you going to tell me? C’mere.” You hugged her. 

“I’m 10 weeks. Me and Connor were waiting until after the third month to tell everyone.” She was practically glowing. 

“I am so happy for you both. Now tell me. Do you think you’re having a boy or a girl? Names…”

You were smiling as you unlocked your apartment door. Monica had already confirmed you would be the godmother. After locking the door behind you, you slipped off you shoes in the middle of the floor and placed your purse on the coffee table. 

“Never could put things where they belong.” Peter’s familiar voice filled your brain.

Your breath caught. He was here. In your apartment. You turned slowly, afraid he might disappear if you moved too fast. “You’re-you’re really here.” You flung yourself into his arms. “Oh. I have- Peter-I love you…” The words came out between sobs.

His arms wrapped aroound you tightly. “Oh my darling. I love you. You have no idea how my arms have ached to hold you again.” He buried his face in your hair. “I will never leave you again. I promise.” 

so my bf and i work at the same firm and he accidentally left a few finger shaped bruises on my lower thigh and our boss saw them. cue awkward convo! but could you do a prompt of a similar situation with peter?? i feel like he would be so embarrassed lol

 //Staying in my AU for this one. Takes place when Peter and the reader are newbie lawyers and worked together for a very short period of time.//

“Stay still, kitten.” Peter grasped your thighs, pushing your knees open. His head dipped back down between your legs. His tongue flicked over your clit causing you to buck your hips.

“I can’t. Not when..oh, God, not when your head is buried between my legs..” Your fingers pulled at his short hair. At this point, you had no control over what your body did.

He inserted one then two fingers inside you while humming against your clit. With thumb and forefinger, you gently rolled each nipple. When Peter said he owed you one, he meant it.

You wanted more friction and thought squeezing your thighs shut was the answer. This time Peter’s fingers dug hard into your thighs. “What did I say, darling. Hold still or else.”

Biting your lip you looked at him from under your lashes. “I choose or else.”

His eyes darkened and he loosened the grip on your thighs. “Turn over.” You did as he said with a satisfied smirk on your face. He pulled your hips so your ass was in the air. “Count it out, kitten.” His hand smacked your ass hard and you began counting.

You were running late as usual. Dressing quickly you decided to forgo tights. Peter was already up and gone. Overachiever hit the gym every day before work. If only you could be that dedicated.

Peter spotted you as you came into the office and gave you a wink. You gave him a little wave and made your way to your cubicle. As you were unpacking your briefcase, the intercom buzzed. 

“Y/L/N. Mr. Cromwell wants all junior associates in his office for a meeting in 10 minutes.” Judith, his secretary always sounded bored. There were five junior associates in the practice, but only you and Peter were present today.

“Great, than-,” she hung up before you could finish what you were saying. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your case files. If you hurry you could grab a cup of much-needed coffee from the break room. 

“Thought you might need this.” Peter held out a large coffee cup and pastry from your favorite cafe. “I had a little extra time this morning. Thought you deserved a treat.” 

“Thanks, babe. I definitely need it.” This time you winked at him. “We better get in there,” you told Peter. He placed his hand at the small of your back leading you to Mr. Cromwell’s office.

“Judith. Good morning.” Peter nodded at her in greeting. You smiled. She barely acknowledged either of you. Peter rolled his eyes at you.

“Good morning Y/N. Peter.” He shook your hand, then Peter’s hand. He gestured for the two of you to have a seat across from him. “As you know, I will be selecting one of the junior associates to sit in on a case-” He stopped mid-sentence causing you to look up from your notepad. “Are you okay? Your legs-” 

Your gaze fell to your thighs and your eyes got big. ‘Shit. Maybe you should have worn tights today.’ “Oh, that’s, um, I’m…” God, this was awkward, but amusing at the same time.

The realization of what he as seeing hit him. Averting your gaze to Peter, his ears and face were red. When you turned back to Mr. Cromwell, his face was red too. He looked between you and Peter. Biting back a smile you didn’t know who was more embarrassed. He knew you an Peter were together as you disclosed before you started.

“You were saying, Mr. Cromwell.” You urged him to continue. If it was possible, he turned redder when you talked to him.

“Uh, yes.” He cleared his throat and continued. “I’m going to select one junior associate…”

“Well, that was awkward as hell.” Peter followed you to your cubicle, which was right next to yours. The tips of his ears were still red. He leaned against the partition.

“Perhaps you should keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Stone,” you chastised him playfully.

“Point taken, Ms. Y/L/N.” He rubbed his chin in mock thinking. “If you knew how to be still and listen to simple directions.”

Leaning in you whispered to him. “FIne. It’s my turn tonight. Let’s see if you can be still while my tongue is swirling around the head of your hard cock.” You lingered for a second.

Peter was silent and was turning red again. “Game on,”, he countered and walked away.

Can we get something with Peter x Reader and baby #3 pregnancy? Are Julian and Audra excited?

Soothing your T-shirt over your belly, your brow furrowed as you turned side to side to look at yourself in the mirror. Peter looked at you over his glasses. He set his book down and grinned. “What’s up buttercup?” Peter inquired.

You rolled your eyes at the expression and sighed. “Does my stomach look big?” Turning your gaze to Peter at his silence your raised a brow. “Are you going to answer my question?”

“Sounds like a trap”, Peter joked. He pushed the comforter back and joined you looking in the mirror. “ Well, shouldn’t you have a baby bump by now? You did early with both Julian and Audra. But you know your body best, only second to me.” He nuzzled your neck.

You swatted him away, ‘I’m being serious, Peter. I’m only 8 weeks and already showing. I didn’t show with Julian and Audra until at least 12 weeks.” Sighing you shrugged your shoulders and turned to go to bed.

“Julian sure was excited when we told him about the baby.” Peter shut off the bedside lamp. “He asked if he can name the baby Roscoe after the class pet guinea pig.”

“Audra kept poking my stomach saying, ‘baby in Mama’s belly.” Her sweet voice brought a smile to your face.

“Your appointment is at 11AM tomorrow, right?”, Peter asked as the two of you snuggled under the covers.

“Yeah.11AM. You’re coming right?”, you said sleepily.

“Wouldn’t miss it”, he kissed your temple as you drifted off to sleep.

“Is this your first?”, the sonographer asked as she readied the ultrasound.

“Number three”, Peter smiled. “We have a five-year-old son and a two-year-old daughter.

She grinned. “Sweet age. Are they excited?“She made small talk while she finished getting the ultrasound ready.

”Our son is. He wants a brother.” You responded.

“As you know, it’s too early to tell the sex but we’ll be getting measurements, confirming due date”, the sonographer explained as she started the scan.

Peter squeezed your hand when you heard the fast, strong heartbeat. You turned to see his ridiculous big grin.

When you looked back at the sonographer, she had an amused expression on her face. She turned the monitor so both of you had a better view. “There are your babies.”

Your brows shot up. Did you say, babies? As in more than one?“ Sliding your gaze to Peter, he had the same confused expression.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Stone. You’re having twins.”

“Twins. We’re having twins. Holy shit.” Peter’s voice was quiet. “Sorry for my language. I’m just-”

The sonographer laughed. “Believe me. You’re not the first to have that reaction. I’ll print you some pictures.” She handed you the pictures and exited the room

“Twins.” You started laughing. “I can’t believe we’re…” Laughter took you over.

Peter slid his gaze to you. Your laughter was contagious. “I keep looking around for the hidden camera.” Peter placed a hand gently on your abdomen. “That explains this belly.” He teased you and winked.

“A gentleman you are not.” You said with fake indignation. Taking his proffered hand, you sat up. “After I get dressed you owe me lunch, mister.”

“Can I have one of these for my desk?” Peter perused through the sonogram pictures, tracing the images with one finger.

“Yeah. We’ll stop and grab a frame after lunch.” You were still a little shell-shocked, but excited.

Peter slung an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get some lunch and talk about names. I’d like to put Fabio back on the table.”

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…”

Can we get Peter x Reader going through the labor and delivery of either Julian or Audra? I love the names you picked for their children.

//Went with Audra. And thank you, I take a lot of care in pickign out the names :)//

“How is my daughter doing in there?” Peter placed his hand on your large belly.

“She’s pleasantly delightful. Just running out of room in there.” You gave Peter a kiss, “why don’t you go shower. Dinner should be ready be the time you get out.”

Peter nodded, “good idea.” He turned, heading for the bedroom.

Reaching up to grab plates from the cabinet a sharp pain ripped through your belly “Owww…God! Peter!“ Your hand went protectively to your abdomen, unable to keep the fear out of your voice.

Peter came back into the kitchen to find you crouched her over. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s not right. The pain is…God!” Peter helped you over to a kitchen chair.

“I’m calling 9-1-1.” His voice was shaky. You nodded your head, trying to breath through the pain. “C’mon pick up for Christ’s sake. Yes. My wife is nine months pregnant. She’s having..”

“Peter? I’m bleeding! Oh. God.”

“She’s bleeding, sharp abdominal pain.” He gave address, etc to the dispatcher, then hung up.

“Mama what’s wrong?” Julian entered the kitchen, looking scared.

“C’mere Julian”, Peter motioned for him. “Mama is going to the hospital. Your baby sister is coming”, Peter said behind tears. His eyes full of fear as he held onto your hand.

“Peter, is hurts. So bad.”

“I know. I’m here.” Peter squeezed your hand. “I’ll call Margaret, see if she can watch Julian.” You nodded as Peter called your neighbor who watched Julian.

Margaret came right over. “Don’t worry, kids. Me and Julian will be fine. Won’t we bubala?” She kissed his cheek.

Several minutes later the squad arrived. You got loaded on the stretcher and gave kisses to Julian. “I’ll be right behind you”, Peter kissed your head. His eyes were glistening with tears. He smoothed your hair back and touched his forhead to yours. “I love you.”

“I love-ahh..ohhh!” Clenching your belly as you sobbed. “Ride with me, Peter please!”

“Go!” Margaret insisted, “we’ll bring the car to you later.”

Peter held your hand all the way to the squad. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. Audra is okay.” The look on Peter’s face told another story. He was scared but trying to stay strong for you.

“I’m so scared, Peter”, you sobbed. The medic was starting an IV, fluids and hooking you up to the monitor. “It took so long to-to..”

“I know baby, I know. So am I.” Peter held your free hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “You are strong and I know our little girl is too.”

The ER was blur when you arrived. Call OB and get the OR ready. Type and cross for 2 units O neg. What’s mom’s vital signs? Do we have a heartbeat? Placental abruption. She’s lost a lot of blood…

Everyone sounded so far away. It was getting hard to keep your eyes open. “Peter? Peter?” Your voice barely a whisper. “I’m tired.” 

“I’m right here, baby”, Peter reassured you. “I called your mom and dad. They’re flying in tonight.. Just stay awake, okay baby. Look at me.” 

“Mr.Stone. We need to take her to surgery. We’re doing an emergency C-section.” As he nurse rolled you rolled you out of the room, you lost the battle with your heavy eyelids. Sleep. That’s all you needed. A nap and you’d feel  better…

Your eyes fluttered open, confused at first where you were. Then memories flooded back. You grabbed your belly. The baby. Audra. 

“Y/N?” Peter said softly. “Hey. There’s someone here that wants to meet you.” Peter placed he small, pink bundle in your arms. “Audra Grace, this is your mommy.” Peter’s eyes were glistening with tears.

“Oh. Oh my goodness. She is perfect.” You unwrapped your daughter from the blanket. Ten little toes and ten little fingers. Blonde hair like her daddy. You smoothe the downy hair, then kissed her head. “She’s really okay.”

“You know. This is one tough little gal.” Peter smiled at you with love, “she gets that from her mom.”

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.