could we get a fic with a reader making mike come in his pants and then making him go about his day like that? i love your fics so much!!! thanks for sharing with us!

//Thanks babes for following, reading and sending asks!//

*Takes place the short time was Mike was acting commander, so he had Liv’s office 😉😏*

Mike enveloped you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his waist and tilted your head up to give him a kiss. “How was your appointment? Mike asked you as he sat back down in his chair.

You perched on the edge of his desk. "Good. Said we can… you know,” you said suggestively and waggled your brows.

Mike looked at you confused. “Oh. Best news I’ve heard all day,” he said when he realized when you meant. He pulled you into his lap. “What do you have in mind?”

“Surely you can guess,” you replied. When you repositioned yourself in his lap he was already hard. “Always so eager, Sarge. If just sitting in your lap gets you this excited…” you trailed off.

“Y/N. Not here,” he said rather stern when you got up to close the office door to the curious eyes and ears in the bullpen.

A grin spread across your face as you sauntered back to his desk. Your eyes never breaking from his. “Relax.”

He stood giving you a serious look. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

You backed him up to sit on the edge of the desk and cupped his erection. Mike took a sharp intake of breath. “I love how hard you get for me. It turns me on so much,” you whispered into his ear while slowly rubbing him through his pants.

“Y/N-we…shouldn’t, ah God,” he gasped out. He closed his eyes and reached out to grasp you hips.

“Just thinking about you pumping your big, fat cock in and out of pussy…mmm…makes me so wet,” you continued your voice husky. “Have you missed it?”

“Fu- ahhhhhh, I missed it so much,” he opened his hazel eyes. “I’m so close. God.” He grinded into your hand, looking for any friction. He bit down on his lower lip hard.

“Hmmm..just think about everything we’re gonna do to one another tonight.” You placed a kiss behind his ear.

That did. Mike cummed hard. You smirked at him. “Hope rest of your day is good.” See you this evening.“ You placed a kiss to his swollen lip.

"You know I dont have any clean pants, right?” Mike responded slightly breathless.

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.

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.”

Can we get some Nick x Reader reconciliation smut please?

“God. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” you panted into Nick’s neck. Your hands clutched his shirt as he pressed his body flush to yours.

Nick’s hands brushed up your sides, pushing your Tshirt up and then over your head. “Such. Beautiful. Skin. So. Soft.” He said with reverence between peppering kisses along your collarbone. Warm hands splayed along your lower back pulling you closer to him.

“Too many clothes,” you complained pulling at Nick’s shirt. He pulled away long enough to rid himself of his shirt and you shed your bra. “Pants off,” you commanded. Hastily you stepped out of your cut-offs.

Nick fumbled with his button, then pushed his jeans and boxer briefs off in one swoop. His erection sprung free. You eyes greedily scanned your husband’s body. “I need you mi amor. Need to be inside you.” Nick’s eyes slid over your body with hooded eyes, his voice husky.

“Not as much as I need you.” You and Nick tumbled onto the bed. Nick crushed his lips to yours, parting your lips with his tongue. Nick’s thumb skimmed over a nipple while the other reached between the two of you. “Ahh.” You dug your nails into his back.

Nick took a sharp intake of breath when your hand took his length in your hand. “Easy, Y/N.” He ran a hand down the outside of your thigh, hiking it up.

“Please. Nick. I want you,” you pleaded. Nick’s fingers slid through your wet folds. “Oh. Oh, God. Please, Nick. Just fuck me,” you said breathlessly.

He lined up with your entrance and slowly slid into your wet core. “Jesus, oh God.” Nick stilled, relishing the feel of you wrapped around him.

“Nick, oh…” You dug your heels into his lower back encouraging him to move. Soon your hips were snapping up to meet his. It felt so damn good and you let him know just that.

Nick buried his face in your neck, mumbling in Spanish. You nipped his earlobe and neck, spurring him on. “I’m not going to – oh fuck baby.”

As you wrapped your arms around Nick, you felt that familiar pull low in your belly. The orgasm ripped through your body. “Nick- I’m, oh my God!”

Nick growled, and a couple thrusts later he found his release. He collapsed on your chest. Kissing your face, then finding your lips. “Y/N. That was…mmmm…” He rolled off you, then pulled you to his chest. “I love you so much.”

Throwing a leg over his middle you rested your head on his chest. “Amazing.” You placed kisses to Nick’s chest. “I love you too Nicky.”

Nick’s fingers ran over your thigh, up your side, and brushed up your arm. “So, uh, you up for…” He flexed his hips making his arousal known.

You sat up and without saying a word straddled Nick’s hips. “I think I could be persuaded,” you winked.

Is there a chance I could… get Sonny video chatting with his S/O and it gets v sexual??

//very NSFW!!//

“Hey. There’s my girl.” Sonny blew you a kiss. “I miss you, doll. So do the kids. How is your conference?”

You caught and blew one back. “It’s actually a great conference. I miss you all too babe. I’ll be home tomorrow night. Where are the babushkas?”

“Already in bed. They were tired, well, I was tired.” Sonny chuckled.

“I totally understand. How is your Ma enjoying being with the kids?” As much as Sonny loved his Mom you were sure she was driving him crazy by now.

“She’s on cloud nine.” Sonny was quiet for a minute, his demeanor changed. “You are so beautiful. Did I mention how much I missed you?”

“Mmm…I think you may have told me. So, everyone is in bed?” You reached behind you, unhooked your bra and through at Sonny’s image. “Now, you lose something.”

“I’ll lose it all right now.” Sonny stood and was down to his boxer briefs in no time. “Now you.” His voice was husky and his Staten Island accent became thicker.

Giggling you repositioned your laptop so it had a wider view of the room. With your back to the camera, you pulled the tank top over your head and discarded it on the floor. Sonny was biting his bottom lip when you peeked at him over your shoulder. Hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your cotton shorts you slowly slid thenm down your legs. leaving nothing but your panties.

“So sexy. Touch yourself.” Sonny ordered. He had moved to lie on the bed with his phone.

Your hands slid over your skin, down your side and up to your chest. You reached your breasts and gently brushed over your nipples making them harden. “Mmm… feels good.”

Sonny panned the camera down his torso to show you how much he was enjoying the show. “Look what you do to me doll.” His hand massaged his erection through his underwear.

“Yeah. I make you hard babe? Touching myself like this?” With nimble fingers, you pushed your panties to the side. A finger slid through your soaking core. “Oh, Sonny. I am so wet. You turn me on so much. All I can think about is your big cock sinking into my hot, wet pussy.”

You heard him rummage in his bedside stand. Sonny pushed his boxers briefs down his hips, his erection springing free. With one hand he squeezed lube onto his cock then slowly started stroking. “Look at me doll. I’m rock hard. Imagining plunging into the sweet little pussy.” His stroking became faster and is grip tightened.

Your breath caught as you slid a finger into your core, while your thumb circled the sensitive nub. “Fuck that feels good. Can’t wait until tomorrow when it’s really you inside me. Hmmm…God.” You added a second finger. This wasn’t going to last long. And when Sonny swung the phone back to his face you knew he wouldn’t last long either.

“Oh, fu-” His hips bucked up gliding his erection smoothly through his grasp.

“Sonny. Oh God Sonny.” Your body released, clenching around your fingers.

Sonny moaned. You watched as he came, his cum running down his cock and hand. You grinned as he opened his eyes. “Still miss me?” You asked.

“Hmmm… that helped a bit. Hold on. Jus’ gonna clean up.” Sonny reappeared a couple minutes later. You had freshened up a bit and redressed as well. “I need to write a thank you note to the person that created Skype.” Sonny remarked with a smirk.

“Indeed.” The silence stretched between you and Sonny. “I don’t want to hang up. Stay on until I fall asleep?”

“Yeah, doll. I like that idea. Good night. I love you.” Sonny kissed the screen.

“I love you too babe. Good night.”

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.

L I S T E N you should write me a lil something about pegging sonny pls ❤️ I will love you forever – 🦔

//Okay. Here we go. Hope this is not horrible…//

One of the many things you loved about Sonny was is openness and willingness to try new things. The two of your had experimented sexually so you weren’t surprised when Sonny asked you to watch the video.

“Okay, so uh, this is a bit more than what we’ve done in the past but-” he gave you a nervous smile.

“Sonny just play the video.” He scratched the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous. The way he was acting only piqued your curiosity.

Sonny tapped the screen of his tablet and the video started playing. A man was lying on the bed, naked. A woman entered the scene, you could only see her from behind. When she turned you saw the strap-on.

The video finished and both of you were quiet for a minute. “Pegging?” Raising your eyebrows. “this is what you want to try?” Reaching over you paused the video.

“Listen. I know it’s a bit hardcore. I know. So I get it- I mean I’m not ga- I just sometimes, I need to let someone take control…”

Shushing Sonny with a finger to his lips, you nodded. “I know, Sonny. I’m not worried about that.” He gave you a relieved look. “I am always open to try new things. If this is something you feel like you need, I’m in.”

[To: Sonny 5:30PM] It came!

[From: Sonny 5:32PM] It?

[To: Sonny 5:32PM] THE it. You the “it “ we’ve been waiting for…

[From: Sonny 534PM] ohhhh… that it! I’ll be home in a little bit!

You were waiting for Sonny when he got home.

You were waiting for Sonny when he got home. “Hi. Welcome home, babe.” Wrapping your arms around his waist, you gave him a hug. He squeezed you back.

“Thanks, doll. Was a long day. Always better when I come home to you.” His lips kissed the crown of your head. “Really need this…”

Leaning back, you looked up at Sonny and smiled. “Well, let’s get you taken care of, shall we?”

When you entered the bedroom, Sonny was lying on the bed, already naked and hard. “Well, well, well Detective. What have we here?”

Sonny grasped his hard cock on his hand and started stroking. His eyes were hooded with lust, desire. Sonny dragged his gaze from your face down your body stopping at waist level.

In turn, you stroked the dildo that was strapped to you as you walked over to the bed. “Lay back and relax, babe. I’m going to take very good care of you.” Running a finger down his cheek. “Remember, if something is uncomfortable, or you don’t like what’s going on, what’s our safe word?”

“Granola. I’ll be okay. We’ve worked up to this, and I trust you. I love you, Y/N.” His eyes were sincere.

“I love you too, Sonny.” You climbed on the bed and pulled Sonny’s legs over yours, you sitting and Sonny lying down but facing one another. The lube was cold from the bottle, so you warmed it between your hands first. “Hold on to the headboard.”

Sonny nodded and grabbed the headboard. He elicited a low moan when you started stroking his cock. A cocky grin crossed your lips. Lining up you pressed gently against his opening. Slowly you pushed the dildo inside him, while still stroking him.

“Oh God. Tha-fuck!”, Sonny exclaimed. Sonny slowly moved up and down on the dildo while your hand quickly pumped his hard cock. His pace stayed slow and deep. “Ohhh…doll, just right…”

Once you knew he was comfortable, you instructed him to get on his hands and knees after you pulled out of him. He did as told. “Ready babe?”

“Yeah. I’m ready.” He held himself up with one arm, while his other hand returned to stroking his long cock. “Ohhhhhh…..”

“Yeah. You like that baby.” You grasped his hips and pounded into him.

“Fuck, baby. I’m- I’m gonna cum….fuck!” Sonny’s seed spilled out of him onto the bed as you slammed into him one last time. The only sounds in the room were you and Sonny’s heavy breathing. You pulled out and took the strap-on off.

Sonny turned over smiling at you and pulled you into his arms. “Thanks, doll. That was what I needed.” He traced his fingers over your skin. “Now, let’s take care of you”, he commanded as he ran his fingers through your wet folds.

can we get some mike smut up in here? possibly some public sex

Mike’s hands gripped your hips as he pulled you back flush him on the dance floor. You reached around placing your hands on his muscular thighs. The night had started off innocently, drinks with Mike and the squad to celebrate Fin making Sergeant.

Now you and Mike were grinding on the dance floor. Hot, sweaty bodies pressed together. Mike started whispering in your ear. “That sweet little ass of yours is going to get you in trouble. Just wait ‘til I get you home.” He nuzzled your neck, then nipped your ear, sending a spark through your body.

Spinning in his arms, Mike wrapped his arms around your middle, drawing you close. You placed a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him close to whisper in his ear. “Why wait until we get home?” You pulled back, giving him a salacious grin.

He growled in your ear, “Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and pulled through the back door and out into the balmy New York night. “I know it’s not private but I need to be inside you. And I can’t wait.”

“Hmm…such a bad boy” you purred, running a finger down his chest, stopping at his waist.

He spun you, pushed your scorching body against the cool brick wall. He reached around and unbuttoned your shorts. In one yank he pushed them, along with your panties down your legs.

You heard the telltale noise of his zipper. He dug his fingers into your hips pulling you back, bent over at the hip. ”We’re going to have to go hard and fast. Anyone could walk out that door…”

“I know Michael”, your raspy voice acknowledging him as you pushed back against him. “C’mon babe. I need you so bad.”

Michael grabbed his length, lining up with your dripping opening. One quick slam and he was in to the hilt. “Oh God” the both of you cried out in unison. Mike slammed into you again. “Y/N you feel, ahhh, so good. That greedy pussy taking all of me.”

Mike’s words turned you on even more. His thick cock thrusting in and out of you over and over. “Mike fuck yeah. You fuck me so good babe.” Mike reached around and circled your clit. That was all it took. The orgasm rolled through your body. “Mike, babe, damn..”

“Mmmm.. yeah.” Mike’s thrusts became more urgent needy. His fingers grasped your hips as he slammed into you one more time. “Damn babydoll, you never disappoint.” He leaned over and kissed between your shoulder blades. He pulled out of you.

“Right back at ya champ”, you winked as you pulled your shorts up. Just as you and Mike were heading back into the bar, a group of drunk co-eds came out the door.

After they passed you and Mike glanced at one another. Mike swiped his hand over his forehead, “whew. That was close.” He slung his arm around you, “from now on, keep it on your pants until we get home, okay Mrs. Dodds.”

Laughing, you playfully swatted his chest as you made your way back to the party.

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…”

Could we get some Sonny x Reader smut in his old bedroom where Caroline was conceived? Did anyone hear them? I imagine it was hard to stay quiet. Sonny seems like a moaner and talker. LOL!

The annual Carisi 4th of July party was in full swing. Kids running, adults conversing and laughing, Sonny and his Dad were debating charcoal vs gas grill.
Bella sat down beside you on the deck, while her daughter played with Ethan and Nicholas. “Ma on your case for another grandbaby?”

You raised your eyebrows, wondering how she knew. Nodding your head, you sipped your margarita.

“Probably wondering how I know? Cause she’s on me too.” She shook her head. “I told her one and done.” She swiped her hand through the air.

“Yeah. She has been on me for almost two years now. Today she even squeezed out a couple tears.”

“Woman needs a hobby, Jesus Christ.” The two of you burst into giggles. Sonny turned toward the sound of your laughter. You and Bella gave him a little wave. “What does Sonny say about having another kid?”

“We decided four is good. Nice even number. God I need another drink.”

“Please tell me you guys are staying the night.” Bella pleaded.

“Absolutely. Now c’mon. Let’s go get another margarita.” Bella slid her arm through yours as you headed inside.

The Carisi house was the place to watch fireworks from in the whole neighborhood. Everyone moved chairs and blankets out to the large front lawn. Ryan and Thomas sat with Mia, while NIcholas amd Ethan sat with Sonny’s Mom and Dad.

Sonny wrapped his arms around you from behind as you sat between his knees. “You and Bella seemed to be having fun earlier.”

“Just commiserating with one another. Sister-in-law, girl things”, you patted Sonny’s leg. Grinning you thought about the conversation you and Bella had. It was good to have her as friend. Someone that understood the crazy Carisi’s.

After the fireworks, everyone headed back to the house. Sonny carried both Nicholas and Ethan since they fell asleep during the fireworks, how you’ll never know. All the kids were sleeping in the family room. Blankets and pillows scattered the room, the rest of the kids were out quick.

You and Sonny were staying in his old room. Thankfully he had a full size bed. “Crap. I didn’t pack myself PJ’s.” Pushing the clothes around the bag you packed for you and Sonny. “Well at least I have clean underwear for tomorrow.”

“Wear my T-shirt.” He pulled it over his head and tossed it to you. He eyed you while you stood in just your bra and panties. “Or, and this is just an idea”, Sonny waved his hand around non-chalant, “sleep naked.”

“Sonny, no. Your parents bedroom is right across the hall”, your eyes followed him as he stalked around the bed to you.

“Then we’ll have to be extra quiet, won’t we?” Sonny brushed his fingers down your cheek, before slipping his hand behind your neck. He pulled you in for a gentle but scorching kiss. His hands moved to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms.

Grasping his arms you pulled him on top of you on the bed. The bed creaked and groaned in protest. You covered your mouth to supress a giggle. Sonny grinned down at you. “Shhh..” he admonished you. His hands slid down your sides, tugging your panties down your legs. You raised your hips to accomodate.

He kissed his way back up your body. “Ahhh, babe.” Your hands tangled in his hair. You wrapped your legs around his middle. Using your heels, you pushed his boxers of his hips. Hands roamed his back, pulling him to you. Soft, wet kisses trailed up his neck to his mouth.

Sonny lined himself up with your entrance, pushing through you wet folds to your core. He moaned. Loud. “Oh Jesus”, he hissed through his teeth. His hips started thrusting.

“Sonny. Mmmm…God.” You pressed your heels into his lower back, encouraging him to go faster and harder. Trying to be quiet and knowing people were feet away made it more risque and hot. It was getting harder to be quiet, so you buried your face into Sonny’a neck and shoulder.

“Doll, you fell amazing…God!” He moaned into your mouth. “I’m not- Jesus..”

That familiar pull deep in your belly spread like fire through your body. “Ahh, Sonny, I’m. Oh God!”, you said through clenched teeth. Your body responded like it always did with Sonny.

“Oh my God!” Sonny bit down on you shoulder to stay quiet. His hips thrust a couple more times before he emptied himself inside you. The two of you stilled, catching your breath. He kissed your lips.

“And you told me to be quiet. Should’ve taken your own advise”, grinning up at him.

“Well, maybe I’ll do better this time.” He rolled you over to straddle his hips

Sonny was the last to come down stairs for breakfast the next morning. “Morning babyboy”, Sonny’s mom reached up and ruffled his already mussed up hair. “How’d you sleep?” She turned and went into the kitchen.

“Mornin’ doll”, he kissed the top of your head. You handed him a hot mug of coffee which he took gratefully.

“Yeah little brother. I know I kept hearing weird sounds most of the night. I think they were coming from your room.” Teresa winked at you.

“I didn’t hear a thing”, Sonny said and narrowed his eyes. He leaned against the bar next to you.

“Hmmm…now that you mention it, I did hear something”, Gina chimed in. “Sounded like praying.”

That was it. A peal of laughter escaped from your lips and spread around the room. Sonny rolled his eyes. “So immature.” Sonny remarked.

“Hey what’s so funny?” Sonny’s mom asked, smiling as she placed a plate of pancakes on the counter.

“Just talking about Sonny’s religious experience last night, Ma”, Teresa said causing everyone to laugh, even Sonny.