Tag: peter stone

Everything you write I love. Which sexy SVU man will you be posting about next? Your writing is so vivid I feel like I am in the scene. Keep up the excellent work.

First of all, thank you so much! I truly appreciate you!

I actually have something for each of the guys. People have been sending awesome asks. I’m hoping to get a Mike and Nick out today. I get a little ADD sometimes and bounce from one story to the next. LOL

What would you like to see happen for “Mr. Stone” during season 20? I blame for my new fixation on him. LOL!

I would like to see Peter get some sort of therapy after losing not only his Dad, but seeing his sister killed right in front of him. I think he struggles with the relationship he had, or lack of with his Dad. There are some deep seeded issues there and I don’t think he had any closure before he died.

The situation with his sister is a different. I believe that he feels guilty/responsible for what happened to her. She was just starting to know who is was and remember things. 

Companionship. It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship but someone for him to turn to. He lost that when he left Chicago. Maybe he’ll get that from Sonny. I really hope they don’t have a Peter/Olivia romantic relationship.

Freaking. Healthy. Coping. Not just for him but the whole squad. But what fun would that be?

I’d like to hear more about pre-ASA Peter. Specifally when he played ball for the Cubs. I love background and personal life details. I feel like there isn’t much told on the show, so i make up my own loosely based on cannon. 

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.”