Tag: peter stone

For the male reader thing I was thinking maybe with like Peter?

//This is my first x male reader writing. Please give your honest opinion with CONSTRUCTIVE recommendations.//

“Is anyone sitting here?” A male’s voice asked. 

You gestured to the chair beside you, not bothering to look up, “It’s all yours.”

“Hey. I’m Peter.” The man that identified himself and stretched his hand out.

Rolling your eyes, rather annoyed, you reached your hand out. “I’m Y/-”. When you looked at him, you were speechless. Green eyes, floppy light brown hair, and a mega watt smile. Clearing your throat, “I-I’m Y/N.”

“Ethics in law. Seems like an oxymoron.” Peter smirked.

You chuckled. “Yeah,no kidding. So what type of law were you thinking of practicing?”

“Criminal law. Eventually be a prosecuting attorney. How about you?” He replied.

“Environmental. Wanna feel like I’m giving back.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Ah a bleeding heart.” He nodded his head “Admirable.”

After that day you and Peter were inseparable. Studying together, grabbing dinner or having coffee on weekends.

Every time Peter’s hand brushed yours it sent electric through you. When he walked close to you, you had to resist the urge to put your arm around him.

“Wow. The snow is really coming down out there.” Peter turned from the window to look at you, “maybe you should stay here tonight.”

You glanced out the window, “Yeah. Good idea. Wouldn’t be the first time I crashed on your couch.”

Peter gave you a tight smile, and cleared his throat. “Well, yeah or you could sleep in my bed.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Did he just really say that? “Peter-”

“Shit. Sorry I shouldn’t have said that..” His hands ran through his hair.

Standing up from the couch you walked over to Peter. You took his hand, “Hey. Don’t apologize. I’ve been waiting for months to make a move. Just glad you weren’t a coward like me”, you said chuckling.

That night you spent wrapped in Peter’s arms. What was to become between the two of you was unsure. But for now you’d savor this moment.

umm i seriously need some peter smut! maybe fucking the reader on her office desk in the middle of the day so there’s the possibility of someone knocking on her door for a meeting?

“Y/N?” Eli, your assistant appeared in your office doorway.

“What is it, Eli?” Not looking up from the papers in front of you.

 “Your 12:00 is here”, he replied.

Letting out a deep sigh you responded, “I don’t have a lunch meeting today.”

“Surely you can pencil me in, darling.” Peter’s voice caught your attention.

“Peter! What a surprise!” You jumped up to greet your husband.

“Going to lunch boss.” Eli exited but not before checking your husband out. He mouthed “Damn, girl.” And winked at you before heading out

You shook you head at him and giggled. He did look pretty good, shirt sleeves rolled up, two buttons undone, no tie, and tailored pants. Damn is right.

Peter looked behind him, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing.” You bit back a smirk.

“What do I owe the pleasure?” You stretched up and kissed his cheek.

“Can’t a husband take his wife to lunch?” He looked around the office.

“Yes. You just haven’t in a long time.” You watched as he picked up the picture of him and the kids that was sitting on your desk.

“I just miss you. We’ve both been busy with work, kids, home stuff…” He trailed off.

“Fair enough. I’ll just grab my purse.” When you turned back around you almost ran into him. “Oh sorry-”

The look you were met with was enough to burn down all of Manhattan. He skimmed your bottom lip with his thumb, then ran his hand along your jaw to the back of your neck. Leaning down his lips met yours in a scorching kiss, you moaned into his mouth. He pulled you flush to him with his other hand.

“Your body is amazing. Such soft skin”, he murmured as he slide his hands up your blouse, nipping at your neck.

“Oh, God Peter…” you clutched at his shirt.

Peter lifted you onto your desk and spread your legs. His hands made quick work of the buttons on your blouse. He pulled the cup of your bra down to expose your breast. His tongue flicked over your hard nipple and he pulled it into his mouth causing you to gasp.

He hiked your skirt up your hips and pushed your panties to the side. Two fingers dipped into your while he circled your clit with his thumb. “Ahhh… Peter. Jesus..” you couldn’t form sentence at that point.

“You like that kitten? You sure have yourself excited don’t you?” Peter mumbled into your neck has fingers continued moving in and out of you. Your mind was a haze of desire making you fumble with his belt and zipper. Finally it released. Your hand reached into his pants and finds his smooth, hard erection. You pump your hand up and down his length. Peter hissed through his teeth. “Enough!”, Peter exclaimed.

Peter lined up with your entrance, one quick thrust and was inside, never breaking eye contact. Both of you moaned, relishing the feeling of him deep inside you. “My God darling feel so good.” Peter said in a hushed voice.

When he started thrusting it was quick and deep. Your hips bucked up to meet his. You knew this is going to be a quick one. Your nails clawed down his back and he dug his fingers into your hips. His lips crash into yours again with another bruising kiss.

You felt the familiar sensation of fire pooling in your belly. Peter’s thrusts quickened, hitting you just the right way. “Oh fuck, Peter, I, God!” You grasped onto Peter’s shoulders.When you came everything went black.

Peter growled into your neck. “Jesus, Y/N. So tight princess.” Peter hips bucked a few more times before he poured himself into you. He rested his forehead against yours and smiled. “You are amazing darling”, his kiss was tender and sweet.

“Right back at ya babe.” He slowly pulled out and helped you off the desk. Thankfully there was box of tissues in your desk.

You were just finishing buttoning your blouse back up when your intercom buzzed. ‘Mrs. Stone?’ You jumped.

“Y-yes, uh, what is it Eli?” You looked at Peter trying to suppress a giggle.

‘Just wanted to remind you of your one o’clock meeting’. There was a hint of humor in his voice. You glanced at the clock, 12:45.

Peter leaned down to kiss you. “I love you. Thank you for lunch. I’ll see you at home.”

“And I love you too.” You walked him to your office door. Peter strolled out. “Bye Mr. Stone.” He turned, gave you a wink and disappeared down the hall.

Eli turned in his chair to face you. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “So how was lunch?”  

hi yes can you please write something where peter comes home from court still in a mood and dicks you down hard core without saying anything because yesssss

//God Peter can be a beast sometimes. I believe this ask may stem from this gif, away we go!  *NSFW* //

 Hearing the door slam, you called out letting Peter know you were the kitchen. “Feel like a glass of wine, babe?”, you asked Peter.

When he didn’t answer, you turned to find him staring at you. The carnal look you saw in his eyes was unmistakable. He stalked to you, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Peter pressed you against the kitchen counter. His hands slipped under your t-shirt. His cool hands on your hot skin caused your breath to catch. He tugged the shirt over your head.

God you were wet. You squeezed your thighs together for some sort of friction. Before another thought crossed your mind, Peter had your shorts and panties off.

He spun you and pressed gently on you upper back to bend you over the counter. The marble was cold on your already sensitive skin.

You heard his zipper. He grabbed your hips and buried himself in you in one thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming. You cried out in surprise. Peter was huge. He gave you a moment you acclimate. When you nodded he started pounding into you hard and fast.

“Fuck Peter that feels good” you praised him. “Harder, baby, faster.” He let out a growl and sped up his pace. He dug his fingers into your hips.

The only sounds were your bodies coming together and ragged breathing. You felt the fire building low in your belly and spreading through your whole body. “Peter, oh, ah, God. I-” Your body exploded as your orgasm washed over you.

Peter’s hips snapped, jerked erratically. “Fuck, you are..God. He thrust one last time and spilled himself into you with a few small thrusts then stilled.

His hands ran up you back. He drapped his body over yours, kissing your neck. ” That. Was. Amazing.“ He slowly drew out of you. He turned you around. He looked down at you, “I love you darling. Thank you.” He gave you a sweet kiss.

“And I love you.” You tapped his nose and grinned.

I need uh… Peter cuddles after a long day ty ❤️ – 🦔

//I love Peter, yes I do!//

It was rare that Peter was home before you, tonight was one of those times. Work had been a nightmare. All you wanted was to see your babies and snuggle with Peter.

Morty, your black lab met you at the door. “Hey boy”, you scratched behind his ears. “Hope your day was better than mine.” He barked in response. “Peter?”, you called out.

“Family room.” He answered. As you approached the family room, you could hear the sounds of a baseball game.

Peter was on the couch sipping a beer and watching a Cubs game. You flopped down beside him and grabbed his beer. You tipped it back, finishing it you handed him the bottle.

“Rough day?” He put his arm around your shoulders and leaned your head on his chest.

“That’s an understatement.” You let out a long sigh. “Kids sleep?”

“Yeah, about an hour ago.” Peter stood and held the bottle up, “Want another?”

“No. Think I’m gonna shower then go to bed. I’m going to peek in on the kids first”, standing on tiptoe you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be up after the game is over.” Peter sank back on the couch.

You pushed the bedroom door open, not bothering to turn on the light and went straight to the shower. The hot water helped relax your sore muscles and weary soul. Feeling marginally better you got out of the shower, slipped on your robe and wrapped a towel around your wet hair. 

“What’s all this?”, you said with surprise. Peter had pulled down the covers, was holding a pizza in one hand and a sweet tea in the other. He had Parks and Rec cued up on Netflix.

“Well you texted earlier saying it was a crap day and you’d be late. So, I thought I’d try to make it a little better.” He gave you a shy grin.

“Petey, this is perfect. Truly. You are joining me, right?”, you urged.

“Of course, darling. I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

You changed into one of Peter’s old Cubs T-shirts and climbed into bed. Sitting on the bed, with Peter eating pizza and watching Netflix was just what you needed. After you ate, you snuggled under the covers with Peter. He wrapped one arm around you and you laid your head on his chest. His chest softly rumbling with his laughter was the last thing you remembered before falling asleep.

#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.”