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.

Planets into Motion {Part VI}

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Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Peter Stone x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Music lightly plays through your apartment and the taste of hot chocolate and peppermint plays on your tongue. The lights dimmed and the curtains pulled open as you look out at the lights of the city. This is a kind of peacefulness you aren’t used to, the kind that is used as a distraction from the chaos, a forced peace; Is that even really peace if you are forcing it? Your stomach does somersaults and not in the intoxicatingly lovely way but in the way that makes the contents churn and threaten to spill from your mouth.

A small knock brings your hesitant attention to the closed door across the room. Standing to your feet, the blanket that was draped across your lap falls to the floor and you set the mug down on the end table to make your way to the door. It had to be one of two people and one of them you have been stressing about since you saw him. Gathering your composure and breath, you pull the door open in one smooth, slow motion. Flowers are the first thing you see, those then the man holding them. He is tall, muscular, wearing a suit, hair a mess as if he had run his fingers through it one too many times, and big ears. His eyes were sad and pleading as he held the flowers out to you.

“Come in.” You step back, flipping on the light and taking the flowers in your hand as he walks through the threshold. “Let me put this in a vase.” You say as you close the door and make your way around to the kitchen with him following you.

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Planets into Motion {Part V}

thatonecurlygirl:

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Peter x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I was wanting to write more and a better ending to Part V but looks like we are stuck with this🙃…

A car horn screams out into the night, in one continuous screech. It’s close but too far away to be coming from the vehicle you sit pinned in by the seatbelt, drawn tight to your body. Smoke rises of from one or both of the vehicles while gasoline drips, you can tell from the pungent and terrifying smell that finds it’s way to your nostrils as you take in shaky breaths. You still have your eyes squeezed shut, afraid to open them and catch a glimpse of the likely nightmarish scene. You’ve been in a few accidents and small fender benders before that left you almost frozen in fear but none of them can compare to this moment right here. You’ve never been so scared, frozen isn’t even the word to describe the stock-still act your body has taken up. Paralyzed with fear is a better way to get across the standstill you are stuck in because you know if you open your eyes you will be tempted to find whatever is causing the growing pain that is raging through your body.

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elegant with peter?

It had been a day from hell. All you wanted to do was get in some comfortable clothes, have a beer (or two), and then screw your husband’s brains out.

The later would have to wait. Peter already sent you a text letting you know about catching a perp.

Heading to the kitchen you grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the top. Pressing the bottle to your lips, you took a long swig. “Ahhh…that’s good.” You downed it in a couple more drinks.

Turning the music on your phone, you danced around the kitchen. You grabbed another beer from the fridge and took a drink. The belch that came from your mouth surprised even you. Giggling you covered your mouth.

“This bra has got to go.” You said to yourself, unclasping it you turned to slingshot it to the hall, hitting your husband directly in the chest.

“Mrs. Stone, so elegant.” Peter said with humor in his voice. He had a crooked smile on his face, your bra hanging from his forefinger.

Startled you jumped, “Uhh… you’re home. How long- I thought…”

“Well long enough to know you could out belch any man I know.” Peter chuckled and sauntered over to you.

Shrugging your shoulders you responded, “What can I say, I’m a lady.” You grinned.

“My beer drinking, belching, bra slinging bride”, Peter leaned down to kiss your soft lips, “And I love all of it.”

got an email from my school that has me feeling super inadequate in my field and a lot like a failure. could i possibly get something with peter cheering his gf – smut or no smut. i just kind of need some soft!peter rn

//Absolutely! I LOVE Peter, and soft Peter sigh.

When Peter got home he could tell right away that something was bothering you. On the verge of tears, you explained to him about the email. “Let me see it.” His brow furrowed.

Peter sat at the desk and opened the laptop. You stood behind him, looking over his shoulder while he read the email. He raised his eyebrows, then frowned and shook his head. “Darling, first of all, they are way off base in this email. They obviously have no clue what they are talking about.

“I-I thought I was doing so well. Then bam! I get blindsided by…”, You took a shaky breath.

Peter pulled you into his lap and kissed your head. Laying your head on his chest, you breathed in his scent. “You are better than what they are saying. I know for a fact the work you put into your case projects and presentations”, Peter said as he stroked your hair.

You sat like that for awhile when Peter suddenly stood up and placed you on your feet. “Okay. We’re not doing this. C’mon, get your shoes on.”

“Peter. I really don’t really feel up to-” Peter put a finger to your lips, quieting you.

“That’s exactly the reason we should.” Peter stated matter of fact.

You studied him for a few seconds, knowing full well you were going to do whatever he wanted to do. “Fine. But I’m not changing.” You were comfortable in cut offs and T-shirt.

Peter chuckled, “Gray’s Papaya doesn’t really have strict dress code.”

Heading back home, the skies opened up. “This day just keeps getting better”, you huffed as you and Peter ran for cover. Watching the rain pour down for a few minutes, you finally said “I’m gonna just call a cab.”

Peter held his hand out to you, “Dance with me?” He smiled down at you.

“Are you crazy?” You asked shaking your head but not able to hold back a smile. Taking Peter’s hand you said, “Fine.”

Peter pulled you into the rain and spun you around. Spinning back into him he took you close to him and started swaying.

Peter started humming, then singing. “My dear you look wonderful, tonight.”

You started laughing, hard. “P-Peter, you-” the laughter took over shaking your whole body. In one move he dipped you.

“There she is.” He kissed you, then hoisted you back up. “How about we go home, help another get out of these wet clothes and into a hot steamy shower?”

You got on tip toe, and crushed a kiss to his lips. Your tongue slipping into his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned.

omg so one of the ADAs has his baby daughter in the office today and he’s such a mush with her and none of us can take him seriously now since he’s usually a hardass lol. so can i please request the reader bringing hers and peter’s daughter to the office and him being an absolute softie with her and the squad low key teasing him?

After dropping Julian off at school, you decided to stop to visit Peter. You weren’t sure if he was even in but thought you’d take a chance. Walking to Peter’s office you saw that his office door was closed. Not seeing Carmen at her desk, you knocked.

“Come in.” Peter’s voice was gruff and sharp. “Well that’s your job isn’t it, Detective Carisi? Figure it out because right now we have no case.”

You had already started in the office when you heard Peter addressing the detective, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize -I’ll come back.” You started backing out of the office.

“Don’t you dare. We were just finishing anyway.” His voice softened and a smile broke across Peter’s face. When he reached you he kissed your cheek, “I’m glad to see you, both of you .”

You picked Audra up out of her stroller and cradled her in your arms. She woke for a few seconds but went right back to sleep. Peter gently took her from your arms.

“Hello my darling girl. Daddy has missed you”, Peter cooed to Audra. He soothed her downy hair and kissed the crown of her head. Audra snuggled into his chest. Peter walked over to his desk and sat in his chair. Peter softly sang to Audra.

You stood around talking to everyone. Showing pictures of Julian and some family shots that were recently done. Olivia and Amanda shared pics of their kids and even Fin showed off his grandson.

Peter was holding Audra in his hands talking baby talk and making funny faces at the half asleep infant. Peter was relaxed and happy.

“I thought he only had one side, bad ass”, Fin joked.

“Yeah don’t let the defense see him soft”, Sonny responded.

“I’m not sure I can take him seriously anymore after seeing him make that face”, Amanda chimed in.

You laughed at the jabs. “This is really the only Peter I know.”

Peter looked up, grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say a pretty girl can make all the difference.“He winked at you.

ummm phillip in glasses is EVERYTHING?? could i request a prompt where peter gets glasses and the reader wants him to fuck her wearing just the glasses??

“Why is it bothering you so much?” You moved around the kitchen, finishing dinner. “A lot of people wear them, Peter. I wear them for reading.”

Peter sighed, “Yeah but you look cute when you wear your glasses. I’m just going to look like an old man.” Peter made the kids a plate, while you dished out food for the two of you.

“Don’t forget to pick yourself up a cane and hearing aide too.” You smirked at him. Peter rolled his eyes making you snicker.

“Dad. Did you know what? My best friend has glasses. And I like him. I’ll still like you too”, Julian stated matter of fact. He took a big bite and grinned.

Peter chuckled and ruffled Julian’s hair. “Thanks man.”

The next week you had a long break during lunch so you decided to visit Peter.“Hey Carmen! Is Peter busy? I brought him lunch.” Approaching her desk, you placed a sandwich and drink in front of her.

“Y/N, go on in. He won’t mind. Thank you for lunch. It’s been crazy.” She gave you a smile.

Peter’s back was turned when you came in the door. You placed his lunch on the desk. He was on the phone, he laughed, “A plea deal, now? I dont think so. He had his chance. I’m sure. Good bye.” He hung up and turned around.

You stopped in your tracks. ‘Whoa. He looked hot!’, you thought to yourself.

“Darling.” He walked to you and wrapped you in his arms. “Just the person I needed to see”, giving you a squeeze.

Leaning back you got a good look at him. “Picked your glasses up I see. How do you like them?”

He pulled them off and put them in his breast pocket. “Hate them. Nice to see better, but-”

“Put them back on. Please” you responded gently biting your bottom lip. Peter obliged. “You look hot babe.”

Peter grinned, “Yeah. You think so?”

“Hell yeah I do. In fact, why dont you fuck me, wearing only the glasses?” Running your hands up his chest to the back of his neck you pulled him down to you for a kiss.

He groaned into you mouth. “Home. Now.” Taking your hand he practically pulled you from his office. “Carmen. Cancel my one o’clock meeting, please.”

#75 “Come here.” – for either Sonny or Peter (i’m not picky!!). Feel free to use fluff, smut, angst, or all of the above!!! Pretty pleaseeeee!

//Peter love on this one. Fluff, but of course it’s fluff.//

It had been one of those days. Crisis after crisis. The dog puked on the carpet, Audra somehow found Julian’’s markers and made a mural on the living room wall, and they had been fighting since Julian got home from school. To top it off, Peter called to let you know he’d be home late. At 8:00 both kids had been bathed and tucked in to bed. You loved and adored your kids but some days, whew.

In the bathroom you dumped the contents of the box onto the counter. You didn’t know why you were bothering to take another test. Between the previous two tests being positive and your symptoms it was a moot point. Positive. Big surprise.

Sighing, you flopped back on the bed. How were you going to tell Peter? You thought back to when you found out about your pregnancies with Julian and Audra. He was ecstatic, but you had been trying. This little one wasn’t planned.

Placing your hands on your belly, you smiled. You loved being pregnant, and being a mom. You got lost in your thoughts and drifted off to sleep.

The sound of Peter coming in the bedroom woke you. Fluttering your eyes open you glanced at the bedside clock-9:30pm. “Hey babe. You look beat.”

He leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek. “Exhausted, actually. I just want to shower, eat and crawl in to bed with you.” He gave you a salacious grin.

You smiled back at him and bite your lip. Watching Peter undress was the highlight of your day. You leaned back, hands behind your head and marveled at his muscular body. The simple act of him loosening his tie as enough to turn you on.

“Enjoying the show, kitten?” Before you could answer, he strolled into the bathroom to shower.

Pushing yourself up from the bed, you went to warm dinner up for Peter. You had just got the food in the microwave when Peter called to you, “Come here, please.”

You walked into the bathroom and froze. He was holding the pregnancy test in his hand. ‘Shit’ you said to yourself. How did you forget to throw it away. You mentally kicked yourself.

“Care to tell me what this is?“, Peter asks, mouth a thin line.

“Well that is a pregnancy test. A ,uh, positive… pregnancy test… t-to be exact” you said in a small voice.

“You’re pregnant.” He said his voice low.

“So it would seem”, you replied, looking up trying to gauge his reaction.

“How could you let this happen?”, his voice still low.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m pretty sure I didn’t get myself pregnant, Peter!.”, your voice raising.

Peter brushed past you to the bedroom. “I need some air.” He threw on clothes.

“Peter. I think-” but he interrupted you.

“I’ll be back be back later. I-I just…” He gave you an incredulous look before he stalked out of the bedroom.

You were left standing alone in your bedroom. “Well that didn’t go like I thought it would.” You sighed. “Like it’s all my fault. “ ‘how could you let this happen?’” , you looked around the room, “Why the hell am I talking to myself?” You shook your head, deciding to shower then have a cup of tea.

Feeling a fraction better after your shower, you wrapped yourself in your robe and went down to make a cup of tea. Looking out the kitchen window, you saw Peter sitting on the patio. He never left. Making two cup, you went out to join him.

He looked over at you when you sat next to him. You passed him his cup if tea. “Don’t worry I didn’t poison it, although I’d have very right to.” Peter’s face remained blank, but he accepted the tea.

“I’m afraid I’m turning into my father”, he confessed.

And there it was. His biggest fear. “Peter. Hey. You are not your father. You are present in your children’s lives. You love them, they know you do and they think you can walk on water.”

He turned to face you, “Some days I feel like I am just keeping my head above water. Other days I’m bouyant. Today I was drowning. And when I saw that pregnancy test, it scared the hell out me”, his voice was shaky.

You took your hand in yours, you looked him in the eyes, “Peter, the thing that separates you from your father is the fact that it bothers you not being home for dinner with us, to tuck the kids in, or read them a story. And this baby”, you placed his hand on your belly, “you will love just as much as Julian and Audra. There are days we’re going to feel like we’re drowning. When that happens, we’ll toss the other a life preserver.”

“You always have been able to talk me down”, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out, “so I’m gonna be a daddy again.” He nodded his head, “yeah, I like the sound of that.” He smiled big.

“Only one problem really”, you said,” We’re out numbered now.”

“I was stupid enough to fall for my best friend” with Peter

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?”, you asked your friend Monica. “I mean you’ve been best friends for years.”

“Believe me, I’ve thought about it, pros and cons. And I love him. I need to tell him”, she shrugged her shoulders.

“I get it, I do.” It had been the same with Peter. You smiled. “You know what? Go for it girl.” You both laughed and ordered another drink.

“Ahhh…that’s better”, you said to yourself kicking off your heels. It was fun going out with the girls but you preferred being at home with your family. You ambled down the hall and noticed Peter’s office light was on. Pushing the door open, you found him pouring over some case files.

He looked up when he heard you walk in and smiled. “Have fun tonight, darling?” he sat down the file was working on and patted his knee. “I missed you”

“I did. Missed you though”, you sat in his lap and curled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head. “What did you and the kids do?

“Pizza, movie, kids passed out at 8:00, and here I am working at 11:00 on a Friday night. How was dinner?” He gently glided his fingers up and down you arm.

You sat up to talk to him easier. “I spent most of my time trying to talk Monica out of making a stupid mistake. She said she’s in love with Chris. I told her best friends turning into a relationship usually isn’t a good idea.” You shook your head and sighed. “But in the end I told her to go for it.”

Peter’s brow furrowed. “Not always a bad idea. After all, I was stupid enough to fall for my best friend.”

“Yes, well, the difference there was I fell in love with you before I even knew your name. It took you a while longer to come around”, you giggled.

He gave you a kiss that started tender and increased with intensity. Hands were roaming. Lips skimming over one another.

“I need you. Now.”, he ordered.

You groaned into his mouth, you loved when he got bossy. You stood sliding your panties off. He untied his sweats and pushed them down. He hiked your skirt up to your hips.

You straddled him, sliding down on him slowly. “Ahhhhh….”, he stretched and filled you completely.

Peter hissed through his teeth. “God. You feel so good.” He grabbed your waist and started moving up you up and down. “Hold on.”

You grasped the back of his chair as he pounded into you. You felt it building, then a wave coursed through your body, you threw your head back, your body convulsed. “Oh Peter, ahhh…”

Peter groaned and squeezed your hips as he found his release. “Good God woman. I love you but you’ll be the death of me.” He kissed you softly and grinned.