Tag: peter stone

“i love you, please don’t go” + stodds?

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Mike snuck into Peters bedroom to say his goodbyes and Peter knew why, on the actual day he would be standing with perfect posture in his uniform, not a shred of doubt or sorrow on his face, looking like a perfect soldier, a perfect son. But today, Mike wanted to just be with Peter.

At first they just sat on Peters bed, talking about anything except the fact that Mike would be leaving soon, that he might not return. They huddled together, so close it would’ve been hard for an outsider to say where one ended and the other began, and enjoyed each other’s presence, not wanting the other to leave. But it was Peter who ended up actually putting those thoughts, those desires into words.

“I love you, please, Mike, don’t go”

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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.

high key crushing on the associate at my law firm and all i can imagine is him sliding his hand under my skirt in court. could you write something about peter where he teases the reader?

//sorry babes. This has been in my drafts for awhile//

“Y/L/N. You’re second chair on the Dante case.” Peter leaned on your desk. 

You snapped your head up and gave him a disbelieving look. “Me? Are you sure? I mean thank you.” 

Peter grinned, “I think you’re ready. The real question is do you? Lots of late hours, lots of research.” He examined your face. 

“Yeah. Without a doubt. When do we get started?” You flashed him a small smile. 

In the week you had been working with Peter it had been just as he said. Not getting home until 11pm some nights, files, photos and other evidence overflowing on your desk. “You’re still here, Y/N?” Peter’s voice startled you.

“Uh, yeah. About to head out though”, you stretched in you chair and yawned. “Ugh midnight? Might as well stay here for the night.” You smiled up at Peter.

“Done it many times. Why do you think I have such a comfy couch in my office?” Both of of you chuckled. “You’re welcome to use it anytime you like, even if I’m already there.” He gave you a scorching look. 

Your eyes grew big and all of a sudden your mouth didn’t work. Peter gave you a wink as he bid you good night. You watched slack jawed as he walked away.

In the days leading up to the trial, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Peter said to you the that night. Even though he hadn’t said anything else like that, he was flirting. A hand to the small of your back going into a room, complimenting your outfit, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear that had escaped from your bun, and bringing you your favorite coffee. 

You returned, gave as much as you got. If you caught if looking at you, you’d lick your lips, give him a wink. If you were looking at a document together, you made sure to stand behind him, barley brushing against him, placing a hand on his arm when talking to him.  It helped you relax and to take your mind off things.

Trial day came and you pushed all of those thoughts from yor head. “Y/N”, are you ready?“ Peter asked face serious. “This defense is tough, they’ll try to spin things.”

“Got it”, you answered, nodding your head. “Just a bit nervous”, you admitted with a tight smile. “But I am most definitely ready.”

Half way through the trial, your leg was shaking, you were playing with your pen, figeting and doodling on the notepad in front of you. All the while keeping your focus on the witnesses, cross examinations and watching the jury.

Peter gripped your thigh and he leaned in, “hold still.” You expected him to move his hand but he didn’t. In fact he started inching it up your thigh. His hand pushed your skirt up. He ghosted his fingers up the inside of your thigh causing you to gasp.

He grasped your thigh again, and scribbled something on a notepad. ‘Be quiet, be still.’ You slid your wide eyed gaze up to meet his. He just winked.

Loosening his grip on your thigh, he continued his journey up your thigh. ‘Oh no way is he-’ your thoughts were interrupted by Peter brushing against you through your panties. You had to bite yor lip to keep a moan from escaping.

He acted like everything was normal, like he wasn’t touching you in the middle of a court room full of people. He continued to rub you through your now damp panties. “Peter?”, you whispered, “please stop. I-”

Peter stood abruptly, “prosecution rests your honor.”