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With the most recent episode how hard did it hit home for stone x reader because they’re lawyers right?

“I am so sorry. Deposition ran late. Some asshole fired his employee when he found out she was pregnant,” you said with a shake of your head. “You should have seen his face when I stood up and he saw this.” You pointed to your pregnant belly and raised an eyebrow.

“I can imagine,” Peter replied with a tight smile. His jaw was tense as he twirled the dark liquid in his glass. “As long as I’ve had this job there are still some things that knock the wind right out of me. Just when I think I’ve seen the worse one human can do to another, I get the rug pulled right out from under me.”

After you toed your shoes off you took a seat on the couch facing Peter. “That doesn’t sound good,” you said as you scooted closer to him. “What happened?”

Peter sighed. “It was the mother.”

“The mother?  Oh my God, Peter. The kids and father that were murdered,” you gasped.  “How did-I can’t even wrap my mind around that.”

“Yeah. Everyone is beside themselves. She admitted to killing all three of them. Said she did it because she didn’t want to see her kids suffer,” he informed you. “What kind of mother does that?”

The two of you sat in silence. Both lost in your own thoughts. Julian, Audra and now the twins were everything to you. A mother is supposed to protect her children, not hurt them. The thought made you sick to your stomach. And she killed her husband. Losing one of them was your worst nightmare.

The front door opening brought you out of your thoughts. Julian came bounding into the family room full of energy and excitement. “Mom! Dad!” He gave both of you a hug then settled in your lap. “We saw the tigers today and the polar bear made a big splash when he jumped into the water!”

Peter listened as Julian talked about the day at the zoo. He gave Julian a high five when he talked about petting a snake.

“Oh wow! I bet that was so cool!”, you joined in his enthusiasm. Your Dad followed behind carrying a sleeping Audra in his arms. “Thanks for taking them to the zoo today. Sounds like everyone had a good time. Where’s Mom?”

“It was our pleasure, darling,” your dad responded. “She’s waiting in the car. It wiped her out too.”

“Here. I’ll take her,” Peter said to your Dad as he stood from the couch.

Your Dad eyed the empty tumbler on the table then looked at you. The look you shot back told him not to start. He sighed and handed Audra over to Peter. “How have you been, Peter. Y/N said work has been keeping you on your toes,” he stated

“Fine. Thank you. Never a dull moment. Hope all is well with you.”. Peter’s response was terse.  He left the room to lay Audra down. You doubted him and your father would ever like one another. They were cordial to one another but you knew it was all for your benefit.

Your Dad shook his head. “Well better get going.” He hugged Julian and kissed your cheek. “Love ya bug. Take care of him. He looks…worried.”

At first, you were shocked. He seemed genuinely concerned about Peter. “I will. Love you too Dad.”

There was just enough light from the bathroom to make out your faces. Peter watched as you and the kids slept. Julian and Audra were snuggled up together with your arm over both of them. His whole world. His reason for living. The love he had for his family was insurmountable.

“You coming to bed or just going to stand there all night?” You asked drowsily not opening your eyes.

Peter smiled then shut off the bathroom light. He slid into bed and kissed your temple, then the kids before getting comfortable. He put an arm over the kids, his hand rested on your hip. “Good night. I love you so, so much,” he whispered into the dark.

“I know. We love you too babe.”

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“Leave it your kid to pick the biggest pumpkin,” Peter said as the two of you watched Julian struggle to pick up a pumpkin double his size. Audra rested on his shoulder, totally content. She looked so small in Peter’s arms.

“He’s ambitious,” you countered. “I know someone else like that.”

“Between us he had pretty good examples of the word,” Peter confirmed. He leaned over and kissed your temple.

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Could you dazzle us with some Peter x Reader smut please? I love their story!

+ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “ – with Peter?

++ Could we get some jealous Peter that ends with hot sex? You write him so well.

+++ I sent the jealous Peter request. Could we get a jealous Peter x Reader? Peter being jealous would be hot and sexy. He would definitely need his “kitten” to help calm him down.

//thank you! I love their story too! I’ve had these asks for a bit. Sorry, it took so long to fill. I’ve rewritten this so many times.//

“Would the bridal party please join the bride and groom on the dance floor,” the bandleader announced.

Peter released your hand. “Next dance is mine, kitten.”

“You got it,” you confirmed with a wink. This was the part of the evening you were not looking forward too. You had been paired with Jackson, Monica’s older brother that you dated for two years during undergrad.

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Jackson met you on the dance floor, offering his hand. He smirked as he pulled you closer to dance. “Remind me why we broke up?” He asked you, the smell of whiskey rolled off him. Great. You knew how he was when he drank.

Your eyes widened and your brows shot up. “Does cheating on me with your LIt professor ring a bell?” It had broken your heart but you weren’t exactly surprised when you found out.

Jackson scoffed. “Still holding that against me,” he shook his head. “Why couldn’t you give me a second chance?”

“That was your second chance, Jackson,” you said with the roll of your eyes. You did a quick scan of the crowd for Peter but didn’t see him. You could feel Jackson’s hand slide down your lower back to your bottom. “You move your hand one more centimeter and you’ll be singing soprano.”

He pressed your body to his as his hand cupped your ass. “C’mon. We were so good together, Y/N.”

“Jackson. No. Stop,” you said through gritted teeth as you pushed against his chest.

He drew you closer. “Don’t fight it. What you worried about that your hot shot lawyer boyfriend?”

“I suggest you let her go.” Peter’s low voice startled you. His voice was calm, too calm. “And it’s fiance.”

Jackson released you and you were stuck between the two men. The commotion drew some stares. “Guys stop. Jackson. It’s your sister’s wedding. Do you really want to cause a scene?”

Jackson stood looming over you but still a couple inches shorter than Peter. “Maybe I do. This asshat interrupted us.”

“Actually I stopped you from assaulting my fiance,” Peter shot back his mouth a thin line. “She said no.” His fists were balled at his side.

“Peter babe. He’s not worth it,” you said softly as you pushed him back a couple steps. “Look at me.” Peter slowly drug his eyes to your face. “Please don’t.” His eyes softened at your plea.

“Jackson. What’s going on?” A petite blonde walked up to Jackson and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh. Just catching up with some old friends,” he answered with a smirk. “C’mon let’s dance.” He turned back to you and Peter. “Great catching up with you, Y/N. Good to meet you… Patrick.”

“I didn’t think he’d pull anything like that at Monica’s wedding. Although he’s never really been concerned about anyone but himself.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

He slipped his arm around your waist and squeezed your hip. “Think we can slip away for a few minutes. I need to get calmed down,” Peter asked his voice husky. Peter placed his hand at the small of your back and lead you out of the ballroom before you were able to respond.

“I’m sorry about-” your apology was interrupted by Peter’s lips crashing to yours. He pushed you into a small room and closed the door behind him. “Peter…do you really think..oh God.” He started kissing down your neck and cupped your breast in his hand.

Your answer came in the form of him pressing his body against you, his arousal evident. “You know you belong to me, right kitten?”

“Hell yeah Daddy. Every inch of me belongs to you. And this,” you cupped his groin, “this is mine.” Peter took a sharp intake of air through his teeth. “My pussy craves your big, fat cock.” If it was possible he was growing harder. “I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this.”

Peter hurriedly undid his pants to free himself. He picked you up and place you on a nearby table. “Are you craving me now?” Peter hiked your dress up and pushed your panties to the side. He slipped two fingers inside you.

“Oh fuck Peter…that feels so…mmm,” you breathed. You took his erection in your hand and stroked. “All mine,” you said licking your lips.

Peter pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table, slipped your panties over your hips and stuck them in his pocket.. His lips met yours and he lined himself up with your opening. He pushed into you in one thrust. “God you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His hips started thrusting at a hurried pace.

Someone could come in at any time which made it even sexier. You wrapped your arms around his neck, he buried his face in your neck placing warm, wet kisses. Peter was hitting in just the right way. He grasped your thighs, wrapping your legs around him and continued to pound into you. God he felt so good. The room was filled with soft moans, and the sound of your bodies joining.

“Peter, I’m, I’m…fuck,” you screamed.” Your body exploded and you clenched around Peter. Noises, lights all dinned. Peter gave you another Earth shattering orgasm.

Peter made a low noise deep in his throat. “Yeah baby. Your greedy little pussy…God…taking it all. Oh, fuck!” Peter’s fingers dug into your thighs, he slammed into you two more times and found his own release.

“Better?” you asked raising one brow.

“Hmmm…much,” Peter answered then kissed you. He pulled out and you rearranged your clothes. “Guess we should get back. Don’t want to miss the cake.” He gave you a wink.

Could I ask for a fic where Sonny and the reader are best friends and the reader is head over heels for Peter but Peter thinks the reader likes Sonny

“Sonny. Hey,” you waved and called to your friend. It had been a couple months since you saw your oldest friend. Sonny had been the only person to befriend you when your family moved to Staten Island from Ohio the summer before freshman year of high school.

“Hey, doll. “ Sonny enveloped you in a hug. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“No worries. Just glad to see you.”  You returned his hug.

Sonny released you then turned. “Y/N, this Peter Stone. Peter, this is Y/F/N Y/L/N. My best friend since high school.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Hope I’m not intruding.” Peter offered a hand which you accepted.

“Yes-no. I mean,” you took a deep breath. “You’re not intruding. NIce to meet you too.”

Sonny smirked when he saw you blush. “C’mon. Let’s see if our table is ready.” Sonny put an arm around your shoulders when you punched him playfully on the arm.

The next morning you were standing in line waiting for coffee when you heard someone say your name. “Y/N?”

When you turned Peter was standing behind you. “Peter. Hi. Long time no see,” you smiled up at him. God, he was gorgeous and you were a mess. Yoga pants, hoodie, hair in a messy bun and no makeup.

He chuckled. “Thanks again for letting me tag along with you and Sonny for dinner last night. It’s hard meeting new people.”

“I agree. I remember what it’s like being the new kid. So does Sonny. He’s good people.”

“Order for Y/N,” the barista called.

“Drinking heavy this morning,” Peter teased and nodded at the two coffees.

“Something like that. I better go,” you answered. “I’ll see ya.”

“Hey, Sonny. I’m back,” you called through your apartment.

“About time. Faucet is fixed. What took so long?” Sonny entered the living room from the kitchen.

“Thanks. Here are your coffee and muffin as promised. I ran into Peter at the coffee shop.” You could feel the blush creep across your cheeks. “So what do you know about him? Does he live around here.”

“I know that look. It’s the same one you had when you liked Vinnie Marco junior year. You like him,” Sonny said with a grin. He accepted the coffee.

“‘You hungry? I’m starving.” You walked past Sonny.

“Oh no. Don’t change the subject,” Sonny followed you to the kitchen.

“Okay fine. I like him.” When you turned Sonny was sipping his coffee with a satisfied look on his face. “I hate it when you’re right you know that.”

“You should be used to it by now,” Sonny quipped.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. Now. You gonna me get those digits?”

Peter was sitting at the bar when you entered the restaurant. He rose from his stool and greeted you with a hug. “You look lovely. Table won’t be ready for a bit. Want to get a drink?”

“Thanks. So do you, I mean, you look nice. A drink sounds good.” Peter offered you his arm and you slipped your arm through his.

After you got drinks you and Peter settled into an easy conversation. “To be honest, I was surprised when Sonny gave me your number.”

You raised a brow and took a sip of your bourbon. “Really. Why is that?”

“Well, you and Sonny seem…close. I thought you liked-”

“Me and Sonny?” You laughed. “I’m sorry. It’s just…Sonny is like a brother to me.”

“That’s what I was hoping you would say,” Peter grinned.

I am so over the writers having Peter drown himself in sex with random women. Yes, he is grieving but enough already. Why can’t he develop a drinking problem instead? LOL. I wonder if this is a set up for a random hookup to later file a sexual assault claim or blackmail him.

Yeah that part bothers me too. It’s just kinda…gross. The drinking is bad enough.

The assault/blackmail is very interesting. I never thought about that! I hope it doesn’t happen, but maybe it will open his eyes…

Does being pregnant with twins make Mrs. Stone extra “feisty”? LOL

“Be careful, kitten. Might get more than you bargained for.” Peter playfully chastised as you pressed your backside into his growing erection. His arm was draped over your middle.

“I’m counting on it,” you purred.

“Mmm…that right?” His lips pressed kisses to your exposed neck as you angled so he had better access. He brushed his thumb over an erect nipple.

The breath caught in your throat. Your body was so sensitive to his touch, especially pregnant. Your hormones were in overdrive. Without warning you sat up stripped off your shirt, then divulged yourself of panties.

“Whoa,” Peter said with a smirk as you yanked his sleep shorts down, raising his hips to assist you.

A salacious grin crossed your lips as you straddled his hips. You took his hard cock in your hand and lined up with your entrance. Low moans escaped from both of you as you slid slowly down. Peter gripped your hips as you fluttered your eyes open. “Give it to me hard, Peter. I need it.”

He growled and started snapping his hips up. “So good.” Peter marveled.

“Harder. Faster.” The movement of your hips encouraging him to quicken his pace. Peter hit just the right spot over and over. He circled your clit with a thumb. “Ahhh…God.”

He sat up wrapping you in his arms. “I love…you…so fucking much.” Peter panted. He buried his face in crook of your neck.

“I love you too,” your answer was breathy. Your nails drug across his back and your legs squeezed his waist. “Oh, mmm… Peter. Faster. Please. So close.”

Peter obliged and quickened his pace. The only sounds were low moans, heavy breathing and the sound of your bodies joining. His thrusts became more stuttered.

A fire licked through your belly and spread through your body. Your toes curled as the orgasm took over your body. “Yes. Yes. God!”

Peter squeezed your hips, slammed into you once more. “Y/N! God!” He emptied himself into you. Peter collapsed back onto the bed and kissed your temple. “I love you. So much.”

A grin spread across your face as you placed tender kisses to his chest. “Love you most.”

“You’re going to kill me,” Peter said breathless. “when you’re pregnant you are even more-”

“Horny?”, you quipped as you untangled your limbs from the sheets and rolled off his chest.

Peter chuckled. “That’s the word I was looking for.”

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Peter placed the box in front of you and popped open the lid. At first, you were confused, then surprised. Your eyes shot up to his. “These are from Antonio’s. How did-when…”

Antonio’s bakery was right down the street from Peter’s old apartment. He took you there the morning after you spent the night for the first time, so it was always a special place. After you and Peter moved in together, your new place was halfway across town, but you still made a trip a couple times a month to indulge in their pastries and doughnuts.

“I made a call. I know a few people.” Peter bragged as buffed his nails on his Tshirt. 

“Well thank you, babe. I’ve been craving them since we moved from Chicago.” The chocolate raspberry caught your eye. “Mmmm…” you slouched back in your chair and closed your eyes, savoring every bite. “So good. Brings back so many memories.”

Peter chose his favorite, cookies and cream. “The best memories.”

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