Tag: peter stone

omg seeing all these gifs of phillip in his baseball uniform in undrafted makes me really need some peter stone fucking his gf in the dugout while wearing those amazing tight pants 😍 any chance you’ll write it?

//Sorry. This has been in my box for a bit. Finally inspiration hit. Hope you enjoy! He’s got me panting.//

“Hey you”, Peter gave you a wide grin. “Glad you’re still here.” 

 “Of course. Great game by the way.” Pressing to your tip toes you placed a kiss to his soft lips. 

Peter pulled you closer, pressing your soft body against his hard, muscular chest. “Mmm…you taste like cotton candy” he gently bit your bottom lip. 

“Careful there slugger or I just might have to fuck you right here in this dugout”, sliding your hands down to grab his ass. “Your ass looks amazing in these pants by the way.”

 “And these shorts are very short.” He nuzzled your neck, kissing up to your jaw before delivering a bruising kiss. He started fumbling with your button and zipper.

 “Peter..we..not here..ahhh” you breathed out as has he successfully undid your shorts and slid his hand into your panties. 

“No take backs darling. Plus..mmm” he bit his lip as you carressed him through his tight pants.
Pushing him back to the screen of the dugout you unbuttoned his pants and clumsily pushed them down. You stroked his erection causing him to his through his teeth.

“If we get caught-” you started to say. 

“Then we’ll have a good story, won’t we?”, he growled.
He spun you around, pressing you against the wall of the dugout. Reaching around he slowly started circling your clit with his thumb as two fingers plunged into you. He always made sure you were ready. “Hmmm…excited darling?” 

“God. Please Peter”, you pleaded. His erection was pushing into your lower back.

 “Whatever you want.” He removed his fingers and slowly slid his hard cock into you. He let out a groan as he slowly started moving in and out of you. His thumb stayed where it was.

 “Jesus that feels good. Faster, fuck me good” you coaxed him on as you pushed back onto him.

 “My God, you are so hot like this” he replied, then smacked your ass. His hands gripped tighter on your hips as his speed picked up.

He slammed into you over and over. You could feel it,  “Oh, oh, oh Peter. Fuck. Ah.” You came so hard you thought your knees would buckle.

Peter growled as he thrust into you one last time and stilled. The two of you stood panting and trying to regain your wits. Peter slowly pulled out of you and the two of you rearranged clothing. Gathering you in his arms, he pressed a sweet kiss to our lips. “Thank you.”

“For what? Fucking your brains out?” and you laughed.

He chuckled, “well that and for being at every game and supporting me, and loving me and just for being you. I love you.” 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Wrapping your arms around his waist, your laid your head on his chest and smiled at how lucky you were. 

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.

Stoneverse OC’s

-Been together for awhile. He was playing for the Cubs. Set up by a friend and one of Peter’s team mates. First meeting/date was after one of his games.

-Wife/reader is an attorney as well. Practices Human Rights law.

-They have two kids and recently found out they are expecting again.

      -Jullian Xavier- 5 years old Looks like you but is like his dad, always full of energy

      – Audra Grace- 2 years old. She had light colored hair and eyes like Peter, but has your attitude. Much to Peter’s dismay at times.

      – Baby Stone #3 &4- TWINS!!

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. 

Headcanon Game – A to Z (NSFW)

carisi-dreams:

fairy-tail-babes:

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

bringing this back!

This could be fun!

Planets into Motion {Part VI}

thatonecurlygirl:

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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I love this story! You are fantastic @thatonecurlygirl