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altsvu · 4 months

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three way phone part 1

pairing: sonny carisi x peter stone x detective!fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: a movie night with the boys is all fine and dandy until things get spicy.

cw: shameless flirting, a little smut

a/n: in honor of this fic officially sitting in my drafts for THREE years (1/3/2021), i’m gonna post it today :) i’m thinking of making this a two part thing, with part two being raunchy asf. this is my first time writing a 3some so enjoy lovelies! 😭🫶🏽

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For a while you had been toying with Peter and Sonny because they both had feelings for you, even thought lately you had been more close with Peter. Two weeks ago, Sonny took you out to his favorite restaurant, and last week, Peter took you to a baseball game. You, Sonny and Peter hung out a lot after work if one of them weren’t spending time with you, and you were hoping for something more with one, or both of them.

“Y/N.” You turned and saw Peter coming over to you. You were the only detective in the precinct, Sonny had left to get ready for movie night. On the other hand you were chilling in the break room getting some paperwork done. That was something you did when you didn’t feel like sitting at your desk.

“Oh hey Peter.” You smiled.

“Hey there beautiful.” He said. He kissed your cheek before he sat down.

“You always find a way to flirt with me.”

“Ever since that baseball game, I’ve had even more feelings for you.”

His hand found a way to your thigh.

“Aww, Peter. Really?”

“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I was hoping...”

There was a bit of silence between the two of you.

“That maybe we can spend more time together. Alone.”

“I- How did you know?”

You scooted closer to Peter.

“It’s written all over you.” You whispered.

You and Peter both knew the energy shifted after that. He moved closer and kissed you. You kissed him back and it was one of the best things you ever experienced. His hands went to your ass, gripping it so he could transport you from your chair to his lap. A squeal escaped your lips.

“Damn Peter.”

“Damn, is absolutely correct. What’s on for tonight?”

“I was thinking Gothika or the Invisible Guardian, since you boys don’t want to watch romance movies.”

“I think we know how that would play out. But I would kill for some Naked.”

“Ooh, Naked sounds good. I’ll tell Sonny when he gets there.”

Peter smiled and looked at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. You just look beautiful sitting on my lap.”

You kissed him then slid the paperwork closer to you so you could finish it. You shifted in his lap so that both of your legs were facing the table and you let him grip you by your waist. Peter watched as you completed your DD5’s. At one point he pushed some of your hair back.

“Peter...” You smiled. “Very tempting of you.”

Your phone went off with a text from Sonny asking you if you were still on for sitting in on the civil court case he’s working with Pippa Cox for with him. You replied with an “Of course! I can’t wait!”

“You planning on being a lawyer?”

“I haven’t thought about it. I’m just really interested in the court system. Plus, if I ever decided to, I have one of many great former and current ADA’s I can go to.”

“Am I on that list?” Peter whispered.

“Top 3.” You whispered back, finishing the last component of the 5. “Okay. I’m done.”

“Good. I can’t wait to see what you wear later. “

“I’m sure you can’t.” You smirked, getting up from his lap. “Accompany me to Liv’s office and my desk?”

“Of course.” Peter got up and grabbed you by the waist as you were fixing up the papers.

“Peter!” You shrieked. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, then kissing your lips. After your little make out session, you stopped by Liv’s office and placed your forms on her desk along with a small note, then went to your desk to grab your things.

“So... I’ll see you in about an hour or two?” You asked after getting outside.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

A grin formed on your face. “Bye for now, Peter.” You planted a kiss on his cheek and then went on your separate ways.

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You had just finished getting dressed and spritzing yourself with a body mist. You wore a pink silk spaghetti strap cropped v neck, a pair of pink and flower patterned tie up sleep shorts, a black silk long robe, and white fuzzy socks. Going to the kitchen to set up snacks, you heard the doorbell rang and when you went to check, it was Sonny.

“Sonny!” You squealed when he kissed your cheek and gave you a tight hug and lifted you off the floor a bit. You closed the door behind him when he put you down.

“You look beautiful for someone who’s hosting movie night.”

“You think I’m overdressed?”

“Of course not, doll.” Sonny stepped closer to you and his hand made its way under your robe. It slowly slipped off and there was a moment of silence between the two of you. Sonny’s hands then went to the sliver of bare skin. “What you’re wearing is just fine.”

“Good.” You whispered. You planted a kiss on his cheek and walked over to the kitchen to prepare the snacks.

You already had the wine out, two bottles of everyone’s favorite cabernet sauvignon to be more specific, and you wanted to prepare a small charcuterie board with several cheeses, meats, grapes, and dark chocolate. You enjoyed doing things like this, it gave you a sort of satisfaction. People always praised you for bringing the best snacks and things of the sort.

Sonny followed behind you and offered to help you set up and make a pretty display. While setting up, the doorbell rang and you went to get it.

“Y/N,” Peter started, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“Hi Peter!” You smiled back. He pulled you into a hug for a little while. “We’re in the kitchen.”

Now finally, the three of you were here and ready to get the party started. You spent some time with them in the kitchen playing around by tossing and playfully feeding each other pieces of cheese, grapes, and chocolate. You were having fun. You liked hanging out with Peter and Sonny, and they liked hanging out with you just the same.

After a little while doing that, the guys helped you finish your display in the living room with the last of snacks, and then it was time to settle down.

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“Are you boys getting bored?” You asked, taking another sip of wine.

After many glasses of wine and a fee snacks remaining, the three of you had finished the first movie, and was on the second movie you chose.

“Oh dear Y/N, very, very bored.” Peter joked. He draped an arm around you and looked at you passionately.

“Boohoo.” You mused. You turned to look at Sonny who was sitting beside you as well. “Sonny?”

Sonny smiled. “Never with you.”

“You’re so cute.” You smiled, planting a small kiss on his nose.

Peter’s hand trailed along the bare parts of your body. “I think… we can have a lot more fun on our own.”

You looked back at Peter, noticing the fierceness in his eyes. You let that same hand caress your cheek. Peter wanted to do his own thing, give you pleasure, and he wasn’t gonna let you go easily. He moved closer to you, his hands moving to your thigh.

However, you weren’t gonna give in. Not that easily. You sat there, letting Peter seduce you until you reached your breaking point. The softest moan escaped your lips. Sonny watched in amazement as Peter continued to seduce you. He turned your head to face him and he leaned in to kiss you. It was soft but also rough. You gave in and kissed him back, pulling him closer to you. You guided his hand to hold your waist. While kissing Peter you searched for Sonny’s hand to touch you as well. You could tell Sonny was hesitant, but when you felt the warmth of his body touch through the thin piece of silk that was the robe, you knew he wanted a piece of you too.

Sonny slipped a part of your robe off and kissed your bare shoulder, then went up to your neck and sucked on the soft skin. You had stopped kissing Peter at this point and he was leaving kisses on your chest. He slipped off the other side of your robe and as of now, the two men left you with bare shoulders.

“Boys. I think we should take this to the bedroom.” You whispered ever so shallowly.

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 1 year

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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An Itch to Scratch

Sonny Carisi x reader x Peter Stone. Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome (m/m/f). A/N: it's mentioned in the story, but in this scenario Sonny has yet to be in the squad and Stone's still living in Chicago, ie; they don't know each other until they meet here.

It’s a very known fact to everyone that humans have needs, and sometimes those needs are carnal, and absolutely take precedence over everything else. On the occasion those needs can be satisfied quickly with ones own hands, if that’s not enough there’s always the solution of some special toys. That had been your original thought, some self loving would satisfy you and you could make your way onto your weekend plans. Instead you spent so many rounds with your vibrator it had ran out of battery life and you were still aching for more. Rather than waiting for it to charge to try again you decided there was only one solution to this that would actually work, so you freshened up, put on a cute sundress along with some enticing makeup and hit up a bar a few streets over from your apartment.

Naturally, you weren’t the only person in Manhattan that was going through the same struggle.

Sonny was having a hell of a time trying to fit in with the Staten Island squad, and of course this was making him even more frustrated being a Staten Island native himself. It was his third rotation of SVU boroughs and he was beginning to wonder if maybe this wasn’t actually the job for him. He needed to blow off some steam, and somewhere he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew, so he cabbed into Manhattan to find a bar.

Peter on the other hand, was only in town for a family thing. That on its own was enough to warrant wanting to escape. Though, he was already escaping work, Chicago’s intelligence unit was running him ragged and when his dad brought up the family reunion he jumped at the opportunity to use up some vacation days. He loved the city and knew some of the best spots thanks to the years touring through with the team. So when a discussion turned into a debate that turned into a lecture, he feigned a work call from his second chair and headed back to his hotel before deciding what bar to hit up tonight.

The lights were low, the music just loud enough that you wouldn’t be able to hear the conversation of the table next to you. The bar was full, but not packed, the vibe somewhere between everyone’s favourite pub to wind down with a beer and the ideal place where you’d meet someone new. You grabbed a mojito from the bar and settled into a high top table where you could see most of the room, your eyes searching through the crowd for a potential suitor. There was a good variety of people in here tonight, ages ranging, some with groups of friends, some either on dates or with a wingman, and a handful, like yourself, there alone.

You spotted him first, as he approached the bar and ordered a beer, the man was tall, thin, his blue eyes piercing as he glanced around the room. You waited for him to join a group, or have a girl sidle up to his side but he simply settled at the bar with his beer. You watched him for a little bit, trying to determine what kind of a night he was having, he was dressed casually, jeans and a Henley, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His eyes flitted between the television behind the bar and his phone while he made conversation with the bartender. He was rather animated when he talked expressing his words with his hands; you couldn’t help but stare fingers long and elegant, your mind began to wander, thinking about what else they could do. Chewing on your straw you felt your cheeks heat as the thoughts in your mind got dirtier the longer you watched. He finished his beer and for a moment you thought you had missed your chance, but it turned out he was only disappearing to the bathroom, returning to order a second drink. It was now or never you figured, draining your drink and making you way up to the bar, resting against the ledge of the wood right next to him.

“Can I grab another mojito please?” The bartender nodded, flashing you a smile as they started to make your drink. You could feel the man’s eyes glance over to you, drinking you in as you pretended not to notice.

“That everything?” The bartender asked and you pursed your lips as you glanced through the liquor bottles before turning to the man.

“I can never decide what to shoot, what’s your go to?”

“Oh, uh..” he glanced through the bottles quickly, “probably Jameson’s.”

“Two Jamie’s please.” You asked the bartender who pulled down the bottle and promptly poured them out. You slid the cash across to cover the cost and tip and the slid one of the glasses over to the man, “cheers.” He clinked his glass with yours and the two of you shot back the liquor.

“Thanks.” He shot you a grin, extending out his hand, “Sonny.”

“Y/n.” Smiling, you accepted the hand shake, letting your fingers linger in his longer than normal as your eyes flitted up and down his body, “this your regular place?”

“Nah.” He let out a small laugh, “jus wanted somewhere I wouldn’t run into anyone, ya know?”

“Rough week?”

“Less than ideal, but coulda been worse.”

“I know the feeling.” You paused to take a hefty swig of your drink, “I take it you’re not waiting for anyone then?”

“No.” He grinned over the rim of his beer, “you waitin’ for someone?”

“No one in particular.” You smirked up at him, watching the way his eyes dragged up your body, focussing on how you lips wrapped around your straw.

Sonny felt his pulse pick up, the dress you had on was fitted perfectly, the skirt flowing out just enough to not be skin tight, the swell of you chest bouncing slightly when you laughed. He hadn’t come out tonight with the intent of hooking up, but now he was wondering if maybe his plan should change. The two of you chatted for a little bit longer, mainly about nothing, a few comments here and there about the game playing behind the bar. Suddenly your hand was on his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze,

“It was nice to meet you Sonny. You know where to find me if you want me to help make that rough week better.”

Shooting him a wink you sauntered back to the table you’d started at. Sonny was cute, seemed like a really nice guy, someone you could take home to your parents, and you weren’t sure if that was the vibe you wanted for tonight. You left the ball in his court, wanting to see if he would up his game, turn on the pizazz and approach you as the night wore on. You also wanted to see what else was out there, while you may end up leaving your phone number with Sonny you weren’t sure if he was looking for the same thing you were tonight.

He sent you over another mojito a little bit later, tilting his beer bottle in your direction when you glanced his way with a smile of thanks on your cheeks. He had enjoyed talking to you, and did want to continue on, but he also wanted to wind down a little bit more before indulging into anything more.

Peter entered the bar with two very clear intentions in his head, get a decent buzz on, and find someone to go home with. He wanted to drink to relax, and then fuck his frustrations out on some pretty thing. His eyes scanned the crowd as he made his way up to the bar, there were a few girls already eyeing him down, but he was rolling his eyes at them. He wanted someone that would make him work for it first, not someone who was just going to drop to their knees and do whatever he wanted. He wanted someone that could hold their ground against him, a fun little challenge to distract him from the bullshit week he’d had. He also didn’t want to deal with someone who was with a group of people, having to either infiltrate his way into the group and put up with everyone else while attempting to pick up, or having everyone in said group watching their every move as the flirtation began. It was annoying, something that seemed very high school to him, especially if he wasn’t going to see her ever again.

He approached the bar and while he waited for the bartender his eyes fell on you, alone at a table, small smile on your face as you scrolled through your phone. There was no other glass on your table, no coat or signs of another person being with you and you were dressed like you wanted some kind of attention. You glanced up from your phone and accidentally locked eyes with him, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks as you smiled, letting out a small laugh before you ducked your gaze.

You weren’t sure why you were the one blushing when he was the one caught staring, but you couldn’t help the heat oozing through your body. The man was attractive, broad chest and back, thick arms covered with a black sweater, the type of guy you knew could throw you around. When you glanced back up he was saying something to Sonny, gesturing towards the tv with his drink and your eyes widened slightly as realization washed over you. That was certainly one way to make sure your needs were taken care of tonight.

Peter waited a bit, letting his first drink sink in to gain some extra confidence, and to make sure you weren’t waiting for someone. He watched a younger man approach your table, flirting perhaps a little too hard and while you politely smiled your way through it, you still sent him packing a minute later. He wasn’t surprised, you were out of the guy’s league, and the guy looked barely old enough to even be in the bar. He ordered a second bourbon and two shots, scooping them up from the bar and sauntering over to your table. You glanced up with a grin on your face as you watched him approach the table,

“So he does have the balls to make a move.” You greeted slyly and he chuckled, sliding the shot over to you.

“Had to make sure you weren’t waiting on someone, wouldn’t want to embarrass myself.”

“You mean like numb nuts over there?” You asked, gesturing towards the younger guy and Peter laughed once again, “at least you didn’t show up empty handed.” You picked up the shot glass and clinked it with his before shooting it back.

“What can I say, my mom taught me to always bring something to the table.” He extended his hand, “Peter.”

“Y/n.” His hand shake was strong and you once again found yourself having impure thoughts about the other things hands and fingers could do. “Take seat.” You gestured, “tell me Peter, you come here often?”

“Not anymore.” He let out a small laugh, “I’m in town from Chicago.”

“What brings you to the big apple?”

“Family bullshit.”

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink, “no wonder you chose to hit up a bar instead.”

“Yeah.” He laughed, “what about you? This your regular spot?”

“Nah,” your head tilted slightly as you surveyed him, “but I’ve got this itch I can’t seem to scratch.”

“Anything I can help with?” He asked, a sly grin taking over his cheeks.

“Oh most definitely.” You grinned back at him, letting out a little chuckle as you sipped at your drink.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation, Peter enjoyed the way you challenged him, the flirting picking up more banter as it went on. While he was already pretty sure you would say yes to going home with him, you weren’t about to completely give it up that easily, and he enjoyed that. You finished off your drink, playing with the ice with your straw for a minute while he finished up a story.

“I’m gonna grab another drink.” You shifted to slide off the bench and Sonny suddenly appeared beside you, sliding another mojito toward you.

“I gotcha doll.” He winked and you felt your cheeks heat at the pet name as you moved back to where you’d been sitting, Sonny sliding in beside you.

“Oh.” Peter stalled, “my bad, I didn’t realize you were here with someone.” He moved to stand and your hand clasped around his forearm, pulling his attention back to the table.

“I met Sonny about ten minutes before you walked in here.”

“I’m not intruding am I?” Sonny asked, suddenly realizing he might’ve read the room wrong and the two of you laughed.

“Just met her tonight.” Peter explained, watching the way you looked between the two of them with a grin on your face and he started to pick up what you were putting down, extending his hand to the other man. “Peter.”

“Sonny.”

“So sweetheart…” he settled back into his seat, “why don’t you tell us more about this itch?”

Peter’s hotel room was closest, he’d also splurged for the California king bed, and knew the mini bar was more than well stocked. It was a decent sized room, couch across from the foot of the bed, large windows overlooking the city, though he made a point of pulling the shades shut after entering the room. Peter offered you drinks from the mini bar, taking a swig off a bottle of whiskey before passing it off to Sonny whose hand trailed up your back, moving your hair to one side before his lips hit the side of your neck. You let out a satisfied hum at the feeling, glancing up when Peter’s hand closed around your chin, tilting your lips up to his for a kiss. It started slow, lips moving against each other with grace while you found you rhythm. His free hand came to your hip, tongue sliding across your lower lip before sneaking into your mouth. Your arms looped around his shoulders, a hand scratching into his hair as the kiss deepened, tongues battling for dominance as you groaned into his mouth.

He pulled away smirking, watching your chest heave as you caught your breath. With a dark chuckle he gently spun you in his arms to face Sonny, his lips kissing across your shoulder to your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

“Well Sonny…the girl said she had an itch she couldn’t seem to scratch no matter what she did… what do you think we should do?”

Sonny chuckled, stepping toward you, his finger curling under your chin before he ducked to kiss you quickly, lips soft against yours.

“I think we should see how many times we can make her come.” His eyes darted from yours to Peter’s and back, “would you like that doll?”

“Yes. Please.”

With a wicked grin, Sonny leant down to kiss you again, this one longer and deeper, his tongue easily sliding into you mouth, hands wrapping around you to grope at your ass. Behind you Peter stripped himself down to his briefs, watching the way you melted into the kiss already putty in Sonny’s hands. You certainly were eager and probably in dire need of a release, he made a mental note to remember not to tease too much. Your hands tangled into Sonny’s hair, tugging at the roots and he groaned into the kiss, retaliating by biting your lower lip, pulling it between his teeth before letting it snap back with a lewd pop.

“Why don’t we get ya out of this dress, hmm?” He asked, fingers slipping into the straps and pushing them off your shoulders. You let him undress you, the dress pooling around your feet and you stepped out of it and your shoes, leaving you clad in a pair of panties underneath.

“C’mere sweetheart.” Peter murmured, lips meeting the side of your neck again, tugging you to the bed where he settled against the headboard, placing you between his legs, leaning back on him. It gave Sonny the time to strip down to his underwear, eyes raking up your body as he looked toward the bed.

Peter’s hands roamed your body, fingers tracing nonsense patterns across your skin while his mouth made home in the crook of your neck. The bed dipped with Sonny’s weight as he crawled over you, leaving another burning kiss on your lips, groaning into it as he cupped your cunt, hot and wet through your panties.

“Oh god Sonny…” you murmured, breaking the kiss with a gasp and he chuckled, sitting up on his haunches between your legs.

“Ya’ve ruined your panties doll. Maybe we should just get rid of ‘em?”

He snuck into the waist band of them, tugging them down your legs and tossing them to the floor before his hands slid up your legs, pushing your thighs even further apart as he settled between them on his knees.

“Pussy’s gorgeous.” He praised, though he glanced to Peter, talking to him as if you weren’t even there and you felt the desire pulse through you at the whole concept.

“Bet it tastes even better.”

“More than enough time to find out.”

Smirking, Sonny’s hand cupped you once again and your breath hitched in your throat, begging for more. Peter watched the way he ground his hand against you, smearing your juices across it, the pads of Sonny’s fingers barely dipped into you, dancing up and down your folds. He slid one finger into you heat and in the same moment Peter’s hands pinched at your nipples.

“Fuck!” Your head dropped back onto Peter’s shoulder, one of his hands continued to toy with your chest as the other one came up, tilting your chin to his and catching your lips in a breathless kiss while Sonny continued to finger you.

His finger slipped in and out easily, you were practically dripping already, warmth wrapping around the digit and he knew you could handle another. The second finger joined and you groaned into the kiss with Peter whose hand moved down to you throat, simply holding in control, not squeezing. Sonny’s fingers curled within you in search of that spongey spot while continuing to thrust. The sounds of your drenched cunt were already echoing through the room and you could feel Peter’s cock twitching behind you thanks to it. Your hips shot upward and Sonny’s lips split into a grin, knowing he’d found your sensitive spot, his fingers pausing in their thrusting to press up against it and you had to break the kiss to let out a loud moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” Peter asked with a tease in his voice, the hand around your neck squeezing ever so gently as Sonny pressed against you again and you let out a whine.

“Fuuuck… feels so good.”

“Think she can squirt?” Peter asked, glancing up at the other man who chuckled darkly.

“Only one way to find out.” Sonny’s fingers picked up their speed, fucking into you faster, Peter moved back to swallowing your moans as his tongue explored your mouth.

His free hand pinched at your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and your back arched into the touch. He continued to toy with you, switching sides and trying to match the same rhythm as Sonny’s fingers. Sonny groaned at your juices smearing across your thighs, your pussy practically glittering in the light of the hotel room. He wanted to taste you more than anything but also wanted to make you come on his fingers before anything else, he knew the unspoken plan was to make you come at least six times before the night was up and he wasn’t going to deviate from it. So instead, he easily slipped a third finger into your pussy and you let out a breathy moan, your thighs shaking as your cunt fluttered around his hand. Your skin was on fire, tingling from the multiple sensations across your body, Peter’s hand squeezing around your throat sporadically as his tongue swept deeper into your mouth. He could feel your body shivering on top of his and knew you were close, Sonny on the other hand could feel you squeezing around him tighter and tighter, your pussy wetter with each thrust of his fingers.

“You gonna come for me doll?” He husked, his eyes darkening at how wet his hand was, “make a mess all over the place?”

“Oh fuck yes.” You moaned, your chest heaving as you panted, dropping against Peter.

He chuckled, the hand around your throat gliding down your body in search of your clit. Sonny’s free hand was pinning your thigh down to the bed, keeping you spread wide open for the two of them. Peter’s fingers found your clit, swollen and pulsing, pinching at it before beginning to rub it in slow circles.

“More!” You cried out, hand tightly winding around Peter’s wrist and the pressure and speed of his fingers increased. Sonny’s hand fucked harder and faster into you, matching the pace as he watched your body tremble below him, feeling your cunt clench down on him. The coil burst within you and you let out a loud moan, your thighs shaking as you came, juices covering Sonny’s hand leaking down onto the bedspread. He let out a low laugh, fingers slowing until he pulled them from you,

“Looks like she is a squirter.” He grinned at Peter before sucking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he moaned over the taste of you. The boys gave you a minute to calm down, Peter passing you the bottle of bourbon for you to take a sip before he gently nudged you forward.

“I want a taste of that sweet pussy, that alright kitten?”

“Oh fuck yes.” You muttered with a small laugh, twisting to kiss him as he shifted from the bed.

Peter stood from the bed, ridding himself of his briefs as he did so and you felt your mouth water at the sight of his cock slapping up against his stomach, thick, hard and leaking pre-cum already. Sonny shifted behind you, mimicking the other man’s actions and you knew you were about to have the best night, and no lingering issues once you were all done.

“Bend over.” Peter instructed, rounding the foot of the bed and you did so, wiggling your hips back to him and he swore. He noticed the way your eyes lingered on Sonny’s cock, watching the way it twitched and he chuckled, “you want his cock in your mouth?”

“Yes please.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Sonny grinned, dropping down onto the bed in front of you, spreading his legs wide as he fisted his cock, smearing the pre-cum around it and you groaned, “but let Peter get a head start, alright? No reason for you to be distracted while he pleases you.”

You nodded, letting out a small gasp when Peter spanked you, “do that again…” you whined and he did as you asked, hand coming down on both cheeks, each hit harder than the last. His hands groped at your ass, kneading the flesh, spreading you cheeks before his hand snuck between your legs, fingers easily sliding into your drenched pussy.

“Jesus Christ…” he muttered, cock throbbing as you rocked back on his hand, warm and wet around him, wordlessly begging for more. You were so ready, so needy, it made him want to plunge his cock into you right then and there but the desire to taste your beautiful pussy was stronger than all of that.

So instead he sunk to his knees, spreading your cheeks as he kissed at your inner thighs, this time his thumb slipping into you, fingers toying with your clit and he could feel your pussy fluttering around him already. Unable to hold back he launched forward, mouth hitting your cunt to eat you from behind, tongue swiping through it and you let out a whimper, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He wasted no time, sucking your lower lips into his, drawing out even more of your juices, tongue plunging into you, twisting and twirling with skill. It danced against your throbbing clit and you let out a breathy moan before his lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck Peter!”

“You like that doll?” Sonny asked, watching the way your eyes scrunched shut and you nodded. Your hands grasped as his thighs while you let out a whine, tugging him toward you and he let out a little chuckle, shuffling on the bed until his cock was in front of your mouth.

“Need your cock.” You begged and he nodded, hand wrapping around it, angling it to your lips.

Your tongue lapped out, licking from base to tip before swirling around the head, smearing the pre-cum around and Sonny let out a low swear at the sensation. Your lips wrapped around him, head beginning to bob slowly until you had him buried deep in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat.

“Shit you’re good at that.” He hissed, hands tangling into your hair for something to hold on to as you continued to suck him off.

Behind you, Peter sunk two fingers into your pussy, lips staying on your clit while his tongue traced patterns across it. The heat was burning through you once again, body trembling as you sucked Sonny off. You sunk lower onto his cock, hollowing your cheeks around him and held him in your mouth, sucking and licking around it as he groaned above you. You pulled off him with a gasp, a string of spit trailing from your lower lip to his cock and he felt himself twitch at the sight.

“Fuck!” you swore, your head dropping onto the bed as Peter’s fingers curled within you, tapping and grazing across that special spot, your thighs beginning to shake, each whine leaving your lips louder than the last.

“Whatever you’re doin’ don’t fucking stop.” Sonny commented, “she’s gonna come again.”

Peter simply groaned into your cunt in response and the vibrations had you shrieking, his tongue pressing harder and harder against your clit as his fingers picked up their speed until you were trembling, juices smearing across his face. He quickly swapped what was where, mouth latching around your pussy as you came, fingers continuing to play with your clit so he could drink up every drop. You dropped onto the bed panting as he stood behind you.

“Fuck do you ever taste good kitten.” He praised, spanking at your ass and you let out a groan.

“I’m gonna need one of you to fuck me, now.”

“Then get up here.” Peter tugged at your hips, pulling you up off the bed with a small shriek from you. He nodded to Sonny to join the two of you before grabbing a condom out of his tossed aside jeans. “Ready kitten?” He husked into your ear, one hand bending you forward as the other slipped between you legs, spreading your pussy open for his cock.

“Yes, please!”

You had one hand braced on the arm of the couch, letting out a low moan as Peter’s cock sunk into you and he swore quietly. Sonny’s hand caressed the side of your cheek as he stepped in front of you, his cock hard, bobbing right at your lips. His hand wrapped around it, tracing your lips with the tip of it, smearing pre-cum around.

“You think you can handle two doll?” He asked and you eagerly nodded, lips opening wide to let his cock into your mouth.

The two men started an easy rhythm, plunging into you slowly at first, letting out little grunts and groans at the feeling of your cunt and mouth wet and warm around them. You let out happy moans, your body vibrating already and they picked up the pace, fucking deeper into you, your free hand came up to play with Sonny’s balls as he fucked your face. He groaned heavily, his hips thrusting into your mouth and stilling suddenly, his eyes scrunching shut as he held back.

“Such a good pussy.” Peter grunted, “so fucking tight kitten, you take me so well.”

“Mouth’s just as good.” Sonny replied, letting out a low moan as your cheeks hollowed around him.

The room was full of sounds of sin, moans, groans, the wetness of your cunt, dribbling down your thighs as Peter’s fingers collected it, smearing it across your body, the slurping of your mouth around Sonny’s cock, gagging when his head hit the back of your throat. Everything about it was dirty and none of you could get enough. You felt your pussy fluttering, a gasp leaving your lips around Sonny’s cock when Peter’s arm wound around you, fingers rubbing at your clit. You whimpered, muffled moans leaving your lips, your walls clamping down around his dick.

“You gonna come again for us?” Peter huffed, each thrust meeting your hips harder and deeper than the last, feeling the way you were squeezing around him, “fuck you feel so good, I want you to come on my cock, you understand?”

You mumbled a reply around Sonny’s cock, doing your best to nod as Peter’s hand increased the pressure, his cock dragging past every inch you needed. You let out a cry, your mouth leaving Sonny as your hand clenched into the couch, nails digging in as deeply as your cunt squeezed at Peter.

“Oh fuck sweetheart…” he swore, his hands gripping into your hips hard enough you knew they’d leave marks. He had to do his best to hold back from coming then and there, fucking you deeply through your orgasm as your body shook. His arm wrapped around you, holding you up when your legs threatened to collapse under you.

“Oh my god..” you whimpered, cunt pulsing around him, your body shaking, “oh my fucking god..”

“Yeah… you like that?” Sonny asked, his hand cupping your cheek again, his thumb pushing into your mouth, “god you’re such a pretty sight when you come.”

Peter continued to thrust into you, his cock twitching with each of the aftershocks from your orgasm, his hand spanked at your ass again and you let out a moan, your lips dropping towards Sonny’s cock.

“Fuck.” Peter swore, “I’m gonna come.” You popped off Sonny’s cock long enough to whimper out,

“Come on my ass…”

Peter wasted no time, pulling out and tossing the condom to the side, fisting at his cock furiously, letting out a string of grunts and groans. The image of you completely blissed out, thighs and cunt slick with juice with your lips wrapped around Sonny along with the memory of how your cunt felt wrapped around his cock was all it took. He let out a loud moan, his hand squeezing tighter around his cock as his cum spurted out, painting your ass with white.

He dropped down to the bed with a satisfied groan, looking to the other man, “you gotta fuck that pussy, trust me.”

Sonny pulled you off his cock, tossing you to the edge of the bed, letting out a soft chuckle at the sight of your makeup smeared, your lips slick with spit from sucking him off. Your chest heaved as you did your best to catch your breath while Sonny moved to grab a condom, sheathing his cock with it.

“You want this doll?” He asked and you nodded.

“Fill me up Sonny.”

He let out an uncontrollable moan, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to be able to come, he’d been so close to spilling into your mouth already and your cunt felt good enough around his fingers he knew he wouldn’t last long. His hands splayed across your thighs, spreading the wide as he started to thrust deep into you.

“Oh fuck!” He grunted, feeling your pussy pulsing around him.

“You feel so good Sonny.” You whined.

“M’not gonna last doll, holy shit.” He continued to pump into you, his hips meeting yours with vigour, “need you to come first.”

You were about to reply when a yelp left your lips at the feeling of Peter’s fingers returning to your clit, rubbing furiously as Sonny pounded into you. You were so done for already, cunt needy and begging for it as you thrived against the bed. Sonny could feel you getting wetter and wetter yet again, juices coating his thighs as he fucked deeper and harder into you.

“Oh god!” Your hand came up to pinch at your own chest, the other one curving around Peter’s head, pulling him to you for a desperate kiss. “I’m gonna come!” You cried out, your cunt gripping around Sonny, body shaking as you let out a loud moan, thighs attempting to squeeze shut around Sonny.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” he swore, continuing to pound into you, “where can I come?”

“On my tits.” You whined out in response and he pulled out of you, ridding himself of the condom, one hand wrapping around his length and the other tugging you off the bed, pushing you down to your knees. He let out a series of low grunts and groans, cum shooting out of his cock, landing on your chest, marking you and he nearly dropped to the couch behind him.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” With what strength he had left he pulled you up, gently shoving you back onto the bed that you gratefully collapsed against, letting Peter’s arm wrap around you, pulling your back to him as he kissed at your shoulder.

“How’s that itch doing now?” He asked with a smirk in his voice and you giggled.

“Very satisfied.” You murmured back.

“Glad we could help.” Sonny panted, dropping down on the other side of you as a comfortable silence overcame the room, the three of you catching your breath and finally coming back down to earth.

Peter grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand, taking a hefty swig before passing it to you and you did the same before passing it over to Sonny. Hands were lightly tracing over skin, no one really sure whose was whose at this point, and not really caring as relaxation and small conversation took over the room. The mood began to shift from one of super sexually charged to one of much more calm and chill, the conversation back to the teasing banter like at the bar.

“What’d’you do back in Chicago?” Sonny asked suddenly, his question directed to Peter who chuckled.

“I’m a prosecutor.

“Oh no way.” Sonny laughed, “I’m at Fordham right now, night school.”

“Oh god…” your hand ran over your face as you laughed, “two lawyers?”

“Well I’m a cop now.” Sonny replied, prodding at your skin and you groaned, pushing yourself up off the bed.

“And that is my cue to leave.”

“Why?” Peter laughed, “you some kind of criminal?”

“Try criminal defense attorney.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised.” Peter chuckled, shifting on the bed to grab at your hand, tugging you back into it. “Doesn’t mean you have to go yet.” His nose nudged at yours, murmuring his words against you lips.

“Oh yeah?” You raised a brow, stealing a kiss.

“Yeah…. Just gives us more reason to punish you.”

“She did seem ta like those spankings…” Sonny’s voice thickened as he sat up, hands groping at your ass and you couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

It was safe to say you certainly had no itch to scratch by the time they were finally done with you.

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#sonny carisi #peter stone #sonny carisi x reader #peter stone x reader #sonny carisi x reader x peter stone #law and orde svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu

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merakiaes · 1 year

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Anyone have any requests for Mike Dodds, Joe Velasco, Nick Amaro, Peter Stone? This fandom is so dead and it's making me depressy. I just wanna write something but idk what😭💔

#mike dodds x reader #joe velasco x reader #nick amaro x reader #peter stone x reader #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #svu x reader #mike dodds #nick amaro #joe velasco #sonny carisi #carisi x reader #dominick carisi #peter stone

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thirtysomethingloser92 · 1 month

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The complicated slow burn romance between you, Peter Stone and the unforgiving forces that keep pushing you apart just to bring you back together again.

Chapter 1 out of 10 (Possibly) Summary:

From First to final meetings, time and time again Peter Stone showed you that nothing ever was what it seemed. A bunch of one-shots showing how your love for him grew throughout the years.

Chapter 1: Present Day; The Unspoken Words and the Hardest Goodbyes.

“I did this for you. I did all of this for you,”

His hands were on either side of your face, his steely grey eyes begging you, pleading with you to understand. To see what he was saying. What his eyes were screaming at you to understand.

The rain lightly around you, the lump in your throat growing with every passing second. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, a smell that had enveloped you more often than not in the passing few months leading up to today. Every bone in your body begged you to lean into his touch, to allow yourself the same comfort today that you had allowed yourself previously. Yet your brain was screaming at you to stay away from him, that there was something wrong with everything that he has just done for you.

You could hear the bustling New York traffic around you, you could hear the wet slaps of people’s feet hitting the wet pavement, but all you could hear was him, all you could feel were the heat from his hands, the pounding of your heart.

“I never asked you to do any of this though,” You returned, “I nev-I never asked you to manufacture evidence,” The guilt hit your stomach like a fist. This man in front of you was willing to put his whole career at risk for you.

Was it because he loved you? You were almost afraid to ask him. There had been so many times in the past few months that you wanted to ask him, so many times that you wanted to tell him that you saw the glances, that you saw the smiles, and that you felt it all too.

“I know. I did this because I wanted to. And I think that’s what scares me the most,” You could see him swallow deep, his hands moving down to your neck and lower to your upper arms, “I didn’t even hesitate. All I remember was seeing your face when we told you that Delwry might get away with this and I knew that I couldn’t let that happen. I’ve watched you through every examination, through every interview through every sleepless night and I knew that I owed you at least this,” His hands finally fell off your arms, “I don’t know how, or when it even happened. But you became someone so important to me. The best parts of my days were seeing you and listening to you talk my ear off about the most mundane things. And I think that’s why I need to go back to Chicago. There was a boundary that was crossed somewhere and I was willing to risk everything for you, everything I worked so hard to build. I was willing to risk it just so I knew you had closure because you suddenly became everything to me,”.

The pounding in your ears got louder.

You brain knew what he was saying, even without him saying it. You couldn’t look at him anymore, moving your eyes down to the wet concrete below. You could feel yourself wanting to scream at him, to tell him that he was an idiot and you don’t need him to baby you.

You just needed him.

You’ve always just needed him.

“When my sister died, there was just you. You were the only person I wanted. You watched as I-“ He cut himself off which made you look up at him, his eyes were slightly glazed over as he gave you a small smile, “ And I think maybe that’s why it was so easy for me to-“ He shook his head and looked away from you out at the traffic, “I have to go,”.

With your heart in your throat and the beating so loud you could barely hear yourself even think, “Say it,” You found your voice somewhere in between the heartbeats, “Finish that sentence,”

His face was blank, calm almost. He could turn it on and off like a tap you’ve noticed. He would either show you his whole heart or nothing at all. There was never an in-between with the pair of you. He was throwing up his walls and you wondered how much he was truly struggling with. “I can’t,” He whispered, “I can’t make this any harder,”.

You nodded, looking away and feeling the lump in your throat where the tears were going to fall. You turned back to him, watching as the small water droplets fell on his large overcoat “I think I’m going to miss you councillor,” You found yourself choking out. A tight smile crossed his face, “I think I’m going to miss you too detective,” There was so much more you needed to say to him, so much more that you needed to scream at him, “Hey, if you’re ever in Chicago I have a great couch you can stay on,” He joked, the smile on his face never once fully reaching his eyes.

“I might hold you to that one day Peter Stone,” You joked, “Please stay safe,” You whispered.

Peter once again reached his hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing it gently. Smiling softly as you unconsciously leaned into it, “I should be saying that to you,” He swallowed once again, “I didn’t think it would be this hard to say goodbye to you,” He whispered back.

You stood there, both staring at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. The sounds of the city faded into the background, leaving only the echo of ‘what ifs’ lingering around you.

"I never wanted any of this," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the busy streets. "I never wanted you to sacrifice everything for me, I would have been okay,”.

Peter's gaze softened, a mixture of regret and longing flickering in his eyes. "I know," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But I couldn't stand by and watch you suffer. All I could think about while I was doing it were the nights I used to find you in your living room crying, the days when you wouldn’t eat, how angry you were when they released you from the hospital. I couldn't bear the thought of you not finding closure".

His words struck a chord deep within you, a reminder of the bond that had formed between you amidst the chaos and turmoil of your the past few years. Yet, even as his touch lingered on your cheek, you couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of emptiness threatening to consume you. "I don't want you to go," you confessed, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I need you".

Peter's expression wavered, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features before he composed himself once more “You’ll never need anyone. You’re one of the strongest people I know,” He swallowed deeply “I have to do this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"For both of us."

The realization hit you like a sledgehammer, the truth of his words cutting through the walls you had built around your heart. You had always known that Peter carried the weight of his past with him, that the ghosts of his past sins haunted him in ways you could never fully understand. "I wish things were different," you murmured, your voice laced with regret. Peter's gaze softened, a silent acknowledgment passing between you.

In that moment, you both knew that some wounds ran too deep to heal, that some sacrifices were inevitable in the grand scheme of things. "It’ll always be you and me," he vowed, his voice filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "No matter where life takes us."

Tears welled in your eyes, a silent truth to the depth of the connection you shared, the bond that would always be there even when theres distance between you. "I know,” you whispered, your voice barely a whisper.

For a moment, time stood still, the world fading into oblivion as you lost yourself in the depths of each other's gaze. In that brief moment, you found a strange comfort in the acknowledgement that you and him, no matter where you are in life, will always share a bond that no one could ever take away.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times. You wanted to say it, god did you want to say it.

You wanted to tell him that you loved him, that you loved him with every muscle in your body. You wanted press your lips against his and beg him not to leave; but you understood. You knew why he had to finally leave. He had been compromised.

As Peter's silent figure turned and disappeared into the sea of bustling bodies, a sense of longing washed over you, not a single further word being spoken between you both. Your heart felt like it was sinking into your feet. Like it was as if you were waiting for the ground below to swallow you up. After everything that had happened you knew that he was the one true person you had been able to count on.

#Peter Stone x Reader #Peter Stone #Law and Order: SVU #Chicago Justice #Reader Insert

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squadmuse · 23 days

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Just realised that my inbox was closed… requests are now properly open! Also up for random ramblings and chats about our fave blorbos

Taking requests for: x female reader / original female character - for the following characters 🔽

REY CURTIS - MIKE LOGAN - RAFAEL BARBA - MIKE DODDS - SONNY CARISI - PETER STONE - SPENCER REID - LUKE ALVEZ - AARON HOTCHNER - JAVIER PEÑA - FOX MULDER

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svucarisiaddict · 2 years

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Truths

Using the prompt "You were more than a one night stand". Sent to me by @misscharlielulurlielulu

“I could ask you the same,” Sonny retorted. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Sonny?” you said meeting him at the door, pulling your robe around you.

Sonny looked between you and Peter taking in your appearance and clothing, or lack thereof. His eyes locked with yours. “Y/N? What’s going on here? Are you sleeping with him too?” His voice was full of disdain.

“Wait one damn minute!” Peter exclaimed, stepping closer to Sonny.

“Peter, can you give us a minute, please?” you asked, placing a hand on his chest.

Peter looked down at you and his eyes softened. “Are you sure?”

Sonny scoffed. “I wouldn’t hurt her. Unlike you,” he accused.

Peter scowled. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Just stop. Both of you. Peter go back inside,” you instructed.

Peter didn’t move or divert his eyes from Sonny.

“Peter, please,” you said softly. “It’s okay.”

Peter nodded. “Fine,” he conceded.

You waited for the door to close behind Peter before looking back at Sonny. “Why are you here?”

“Why is Peter Stone here?” Sonny inquired.

“That’s not really your business,” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. The fact was Peter did know about you and Sonny. You laid it all out on the line for him last night. And you were honest when you told him you didn’t know if or where the relationship was headed.

Sonny ran his hands through his hair. Something he did when he was stressed or frustrated. He knew you were right. The relationship between you and Sonny was never defined. All he said is he wanted to see you more.

You sighed. “I’ve known Peter for years,” you replied.

Sonny nodded then put a forefinger to his lips like in thought. “Then you know he’s nothing but a womanizing prick. He’s only with you for one reason.”

“Well, at least I know where I stand with him,” you snipped.

Sonny gave you a resigned look. “I suppose you’re right.”

Peter opened the door. Both you and Sonny turned when he came out of the apartment. He was dressed in casual clothes including a Cubs ball cap.

“I’m going to run to the market and pick up a few things,” Peter informed you. He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll be back soon. Call if you need anything.”

“I will. Thank you,” you answered him. You knew Peter was giving you privacy to talk to Sonny.

Peter locked eyes with Sonny and nodded at him before making his way down the hall.

“We can go inside and talk,” you recommended. “There’s fresh coffee.” You opened the door, ushering him in before you let him answer.

Sonny walked past you making sure not to touch you. He stood in the middle of your kitchen looking around.

“Mugs are in the cabinet,” you informed him, motioning toward the door above the sink.

Sonny pulled a mug from the cabinet and then filled it with coffee. He leaned against the counter and took a measured sip.

“I didn’t like the way we left things yesterday.” Sonny ran his hand through his already messy hair again.“You’re right about Amanda,” Sonny admitted. “But it not like you think.”

You raised a brow.

He held a hand up. “Just let me explain. There was a time that yes, I had feelings for Amanda. I do love her but not in a romantic way. I’ve helped her through both of her pregnancies. I’m close with her girls. And I will always be around for them and for her.”

Sonny supporting Amanda, or other members of the squad was not what was the problem. You couldn’t imagine Sonny not being a loving, caring, supportive person. It was in his nature and you wouldn’t want him any other way. Maybe you were overreacting.

“What changed?” you asked.

Sonny gave you a quizzical look. “What do you mean, what changed?”

“I mean why did your feelings change?” you elaborated.

Sonny shrugged. “People change, things change. Who knows?”

“So, she rejected you?” you ascertained. Looking up from your cup of coffee, you saw the hurt on his face. It made you feel like a heel. “I’m sorry. That’s-”

“No, it’s okay. That’s what happened.” Sonny sat the mug down on the counter.

Both of you were silent for a few awkward seconds. Sonny was the first to speak.

“Well, I’ll go. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry for how I acted and to let you know you were right,” he explained.

“Sonny, the thing with Peter-” you said before Sonny interrupted you.

He gave you a sad smile. “Not my business, remember.” Sonny walked to the door. “And so you know. You were more than a one-night stand.” Sonny left, the door clicking closed behind him.

Sonny’s words took you by surprise.

Peter entered seconds later. He placed several plastic bags on the table and started to unpack them. He then paused and turned to look at you. “I, uh, I’m going to get a hotel room,” he announced.

“No,” you said suddenly. You pushed away from the table. “I don’t want you to go. Please,” you responded, hearing the panic in your voice.

Peter looked down at you, then took your hands and kissed your knuckles. “I don’t want to come between you and Sonny.”

“There isn’t me and Sonny,” you informed him. “There never really was, I already told you that.” There might be a maybe with Sonny you said to yourself. But you got in your own way as usual. “I’m happy you’re here, Peter. Really,” you said reassuringly. And you were happy.

Peter ran a finger down your cheek and smiled. “Good,” he said. Peter visibly relaxed.

You wrapped your arms around Peter and buried your face in his chest.

Peter embraced you tightly and kissed the top of your head. “We’ll make it this time. I know we will.”

You allowed yourself to believe just that.

#sonny carisi #peter stone #law and order: svu #sonny carisi x reader #peter stone x reader #fic #my writing #series #one night stand

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adarafaelbarba · 1 year

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My ambition wouldn’t allow for compromise

I'm sorry that my first Peter fic is a sad one, especially when the actor who plays him is Rosie's ( @appletreesinwinter ) childhood crush 👀😏🤣 but oh well 🤣

«Meaning?!»

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from Peter. The absolute nerve with that man.

«I just—there’s so much riding on this—I can’t compromise it—my ambition wouldn’t allow for compromise.»

The urge to slap him was oh so tempting, but you bit back, «Compromise? My entire life has been about compromising for the sake of others—I have ambitions to Peter—!»

He tried to speak up but you tuned him out, tears stinging in your eyes.

«You know what? Just forget about it, forget about me.»

Leaving him there you went home, not allowing yourself to cry until you were finally alone and safe.

~~~

Tagging: @thatesqcrush @storiesofsvu @plaidbooks @beccabarba @itsjustmyfantasyroom @detective-giggles @appletreesinwinter @misscharlielulu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @bisexual-dreamer02 @xoxabs88xox @beatrice-san @meetmeatyourworst @bullet-prooflove

#my writing #five sentence fic #5 sentence fics #peter stone x reader #law and order svu x reader

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qvid-pro-qvo · 2 years

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i’m back i know i’m sorry-

but we both know i can’t let an opportunity for your prompts pass me by without asking for peter stone at LEAST once.

maybe some cute baseball!peter fluff perhaps since i’ve been thinking about him a lot since the season started? maybe you go with him on an away series and get to spend some extra time with him? of course i’ll love whatever though because duh🥰

never be sorry about some peter stone. your wish is my command! peter stone x gender neutral reader.

you hum as the veggies sizzle on the stove, a song from the day’s errands sticking in your brain. a taste makes your lips curl up, and you can’t help but sing a little more as the television plays behind you.

“… of course the story of the day belongs to the chicago cubs’ peter stone, who led the squad to their fifteenth win. what can we expect from him and the team in the next stretch as the cubs return home?”

“another few wins, we hope,” you respond to the television, turning to face it as some of peter’s strikeouts play on screen.

they talk about him a lot now — he’s making a real showing early on, and your chest buzzes with pride as you hear them sing his praises. he’s doing better than great and he deserves every moment of his time in the spotlight.

but like always, you miss him when he’s gone. miss seeing him in person, miss sleeping beside him. another day without him this time around, and you feel every minute. so eventually, when your chest aches just enough, your focus swings back to the pan on the stove.

that’s when the door opens.

you don’t hear it. the pan is sizzling pretty loud, and the television volume is turned up so you can hear it in the kitchen. plus, the song you were humming is now a full rendition, including a spatula microphone. it’s not until the heat on the stove turns off and you turn backtowards the television that you see peter, his eyes soft, bag on the ground, smile wide.

“hoping for a few wins, huh?” he asks, reaching up to pull his hat off.

your spatula, for a moment lifted like a weapon, gets set on the countertop as you glare. “peter stone,” you say fiercely. “you said you were gonna call! you said you were coming home tomorrow!”

“yeah, but i caught an early flight,” he tells you, and then his face softens as he takes in your face. “i needed to be home.”

“oh, peter,” you murmur, and then you’re rushing him, jumping into his arms as he wraps around you. he laughs as you grip him, before pulling back to kiss you, hands on your cheeks when you’re touching the ground again. “peter, you’re —“

“i’m home,” he whispers back, hugging you tight. “i’m home.”

#no twins but maybe next time ;)#red :)#ask the status qvo #peter stone x reader #gender neutral reader #peter stone #law and order: svu #baseball au #prompt fill #my fic #my writing

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plaidbooks · 2 years

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HCs ask games please for numbers - 2, 11 and 18 for either Carisi or Stone. You can choose. Thankyou.

2. Their emotional/moral weak spots

Peter has a weak spot for family/sibling drama, especially if he's working a case with incest. It's the only time he really is willing to break laws/codes to make sure the perp is sent to jail.

11. Bad or petty habits

He's prone to staying out late without giving you a heads up, whether it's him in the office or him at a bar somewhere (he won't cheat on you, but he's a flirt for sure). He'll also go through phases of keeping his emotions from you, thinking he can deal with them himself.

18. Things they’ll never admit

How much he really, honestly needs you. You're loved, and he'll show his love for you, but you do so much more for him than he can ever pay you back for. You are his rock, his safe space, his home. And while he tries to hide his emotions from you, all he really needs to do is lay it all out there, so that he can see that despite all of his flaws and issues, you still love him.

#peter stone x reader #headcanon #my headcanon

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Peter Stone Masterlist

Peter Stone x Reader:

Soulmates - Peter didn’t believe in soulmates before he met you.

One Year (NSFW) - Peter and you celebrate your one year wedding anniversary.

Loss - You and Peter discuss the miscarriage.

How You Met Peter Stone - How you and Peter met.

Love You (NSFW) - Peter tells you he loves you.

Broken - Peter tries to support you in the aftermath of your attack.

Try - Companion Piece to Broken - Peter reveals how he’s suffering in the aftermath.

Home Is Where The Heart Is - Peter needs your support.

Once & Never Again - It was only meant to happen once.

Give Me A God Damned Break - Peter and you discuss your relationship.

Scars - Peter has scars.

Regret - Peter and you have issues.

Lingerie (NSFW) - Peter has a lingerie kink.

Snow - Peter reflects on the past.

Rumours - You ask Peter about the rumours you’ve heard.

Dear Diary - Peter finds you how you feel about him by reading your journal.

Long Distance - Peter rethinks your relationship.

Fragile - A moment with you is ruined by work.

HateSex! Series:

Weak - Peter hates the fact you make him feel weak

Hate Sex (NSFW) - Peter fucking hates you.

Go - Peter just wants you to leave.

5 Sentences Game:

and how much longer will you keep this a secret?

“This is why I said I didn’t want to do this with you in the first place!”

I like you more then I planned

And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

Peter’s NSFW Dirty Alphabet:

Outdoor Sex

Peter Stone x Anita Hall (OC):

Keys (NSFW) - Peter gives Anita a key to his apartment.

Never Alone - Peter turns to alcohol after Pam’s death.

Domestic Bliss - Peter and Anita have a few moments of domestic bliss before he asks her for the truth.

Distance - Peter can’t sleep.

#peter stone x reader #peter stone #ada peter stone #peter stone x you

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long lost

pairing: peter stone x black!fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

summary: peter left you. but when he comes back it’s like he never left, if not better than that.

tw: smut smut smut (p in v sex, oral sex, teasing), fluff, a little angst

a/n: i love me some peter stone 🤭 yet once again this has been sitting in my notes for a long time, since 2020 actually… but we’re not gonna talk abt it. i think of this fic as a twist to the season 20 finale since it’s based on stone leaving. i got a little carried away with this one, i think this is my longest fic yet!

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“Peter, why do you have to leave?”

“I just have to. I lost perspective, so I need to move on for a little while.”

“But what do you mean? Peter, you’re not talking to me.”

“I can’t tell you right now. I will tell you, but I can’t now.”

You were going through a lot of different emotions at the same time. Frustration, sadness, anger even. Tears were forming in your eyes, and when the first one rolled down your cheek, it became instant waterworks.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I really am. I will talk to you soon,” Peter said, his eyes getting red and tearing up as well.

Before you could even answer, Peter gave you a quick hug and you watched him walk out the door with his packed duffel bag as if he was in a hurry.

That broke you.

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8 months later:

“We should call Liv.” You said.

“She has a thing, told us not to call her unless it’s urgent.” Kat said.

You stared at the text containing the lab results.

“We may have let one of the guilty men get away with a double rape and murder. This is pretty urgent to me.”

“Y/L/N...”

“If she gets upset then she gets upset.” You replied, pulling up Liv’s number and calling it.

“Y/N! What’s going on?” Liv asked.

“Lab results. We need to talk about them. And get new arrest warrants fast.”

“Are they that bad?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll send you the address of where I am right now, you and Kat can meet me.”

“Thanks, Liv.” You said, hanging up.

“Call Carisi?”

You then looked to Kat, gunning the engine. “Yes. We’re going on a little trip.”

When you and Kat got to Liv’s location, you got a call from Melinda. You had asked her a favor that would help with the case.

“Melinda.” You said on the phone. Kat was ahead of you and you heard her greeting Liv. “Oh. Okay, okay... third person?... but they didn’t rape her... so he’s still guilty... okay, okay... thank you Melinda, I owe you.”

You sighed and looked back at the lab results once over then looked up to address Liv and Fin when you saw who was in front of you.

“Peter?” You asked. It had been 8 months since you saw him last. Probably even more than that.

To your knowledge, he left after the case against Rob Miller. You didn’t even want to think about that case the way it had you and the rest of your squad stressed out. You didn’t find out what really happened that made him leave until two months ago from Liv and you were still distraught that he didn’t have the balls to tell you about it.

You took a good look at him. He looked a little different but he was still his beautiful, sexy self and you loved that, despite everything.

“Y/N.” He smiled. He pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. You inhaled the scent of his cologne on his coat. He kissed the top of your head before letting you go. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, how are you?”

“Amazing.” He smiled.

“Hey, I hate to interrupt but what are the results?” Fin asked.

You opened your phone and Peter saw the lock screen of you and him at the annual gala a year and a half ago. He had his arm around you and was kissing you on the forehead. “There’s a third person. Melinda just told me. And we need to get the other man we let go the other day.”

“Good. Kat, where are we with arrest warrants?” Liv asked.

“I’ll call Carisi again.” she said, walking away from the group.

“So, the third guy, do we know who he is?”

“Yes. His only brother.” You replied.

“Carisi’s on board with the arrest warrants.” Kat said.

“And while you’re at it, ask him for the warrant for the brother too. Fin, go with them, they’ll need another person to arrest the men.”

“On it.” Fin said and got up from his seat.

You started towards the door when Peter took your hand.

“Hey. Maybe we can talk over a light meal or a drink later? Here’s my new number.” He whispered, sliding a card in your hand with his other hand.

You looked down at it for a bit, then looked back up at him. All your intimate memories with him started to rush back in and you prayed that you wouldn’t fold for him right on the spot, in front of all these people.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You whispered back. He pulled you in his arms again. "Good luck out there."

"Thank you Peter," you smiled, slightly getting on your tippy-toes and planting a light kiss on his jaw, a place that you loved kissing him on.

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You finally got home after a long evening processing the three suspects and taking their statements.

When you took off your jacket, the little card Peter gave you fell out of the pocket. You picked it up and stared at it long and hard. You missed him a lot and it would be nice to catch up with him.

“Hello?”

“Hey Peter, it’s me Y/N.”

“Y/N, oh, it’s so good to see and hear from you. I’m guessing you called to partake in my offer.”

“If it’s not too late?”

“It’s never too late, especially when it’s you.”

“You’re sweet. Today was super stressful, I’m lucky I have tomorrow off. I wouldn’t mind spending my night with you.” You said in a flirty tone. Accidentally.

“That’s great. You can tell me all about your day, you know I would love to hear it all. I’ll pick you up in 30, I figure you just got home?”

“Yes I did, sounds amazing. Thank you for this Peter. I really needed it.”

It was super cold considering that it was only fall, but you still decided to wear one of your more sexier matching bra and panty sets, which you only wore those for special occasions.

This was a special occasion.

You put on a thick ivory colored turtleneck sweater dress, sheer tights and black above the knee boots. To top it off, you put on your oversized trench coat along with your dainty earrings and a black fur hat.

You looked at your makeup in the mirror. You didn’t do anything dramatic, just a simple brown liner/lip gloss combo, and you redid your concealer and mascara. Peter definitely loved that lip combo on you.

You continued applying finishing touches to your look when you heard your doorbell ring. You went to the door to see Peter with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a big smile on his face.

“Hi, thank you.” You smiled, taking the roses from his hand and placing them on your counter, making a mental note to put them in sugar water when you got back.

“Of course,” he said, pulling you into another hug. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, let me just get my coat.”

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“Hey, get comfortable. It’s warm in here.” Peter said.

You slipped off your jacket and fur hat, then sat down to slip off your boots.

“Room service should be coming soon, but I have some wine here for us in the meantime.” Peter said, sitting next to you pouring two glasses.

He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing earlier, just without the coat and suit jacket.

“You look beautiful.” He whispered after handing you your glass. “Did I forget to tell you that?”

You pushed some of your curls behind your ear. “You’re so sweet.”

He smiled at you as he was pouring his glass. There was a bit of silence as you two were enjoying the first few sips of wine.

“So, how have things been working out at SVU?”

“Things have been going pretty good. Finally we’re not as short staffed as before.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah very. What about you? What’s been going on in your life?”

“Besides being here with you after six months, nothing much. In all honesty, I’m just glad to back. I went back to Chicago, spent some time by myself, worked in a small law firm for a bit. It was nice, but not all that amazing.”

“Well, I’m glad you were doing good when you were in Chicago.”

“I had to do something, right?” He smiled, laying down on the bed.

You laughed a bit, taking another sip of wine.

“How are you, though?”

You took a few more sips and turned to look in Peter’s eyes.

“I... don’t know.” You whispered. “These past few months were hard for me, but I just pushed my emotions aside. Besides that... I’ve had my good days.”

Peter was silent for a bit.

“What’s wrong?”

“Come here.” He whispered, opening his arm out for you. You crawled in his arms.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left you behind. I shouldn’t have left you period. For the first two months I was there, I couldn’t get that memory of you crying out of my head. I couldn’t even bear to call you because of how terrible I made you feel. I couldn’t even tell you what really happened that forced my hand to leave.”

You sighed. “What happened after?”

“I don’t know, after that I honestly thought you hated me and you didn’t want to hear from me. You looked so happy when you were posting on social media and- I don’t know, Y/N, it was hard.”

He told you what happened 8 months ago following the Rob Miller case in full detail, and although you already knew what happened, it felt reassuring hearing it in his words, his point of view.

“I understand. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while.”

He turned and looked at you. “Anything.”

“Despite everything that we’ve been through, our ups and down, just everything... I love you Peter. I still do.”

“I love you too.” He responded. Peter moved closer to you and gave you a kiss on your lips. It enabled you to kiss him back, and give him even more kisses. You and him then rolled around in bed, kissing each other more when one of Peter’s hands went up your dress, touching your bare body.

“You’re wearing one of your special occasion lingerie.”

“I knew you’d figure it out.”

“After months of being intimate with you, I think I’ve figured out your tricks. Like this.”

He pulled down your tights a bit and traced his finger around the rose tattoo that was along your bikini line.

“There’s one more that you don’t know about.” You whispered, pulling off your tights. You then got off the bed and went to the mirror that was in the room.

You slowly removed your dress, revealing your body that Peter longed for. You saw him coming up to you from behind.

“You know how I feel about the lingerie you’re wearing.”

“I know. That’s why I wore it.” You whispered. You felt the outline of his length slightly press against your lower back.

“I’m glad. I think you missed me a lot.” He whispered. He ran his fingers along your back tattoo, the Chinese symbols for pleasure and love. He then kissed it lightly. “Pleasure and love.”

“I got it a month after you left. I guess it was kind of a way for me to relieve some of the pain. It didn’t really work the way I wanted to, as you probably know.”

“Hey,” Peter whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry for everything. I really am. I’m here now, and I don’t ever want to leave you again.”

You twisted around and you kissed him passionately. You turned back to face the mirror.

“And I don’t want to lose you again.”

“Well, while we’re here...” Peter started. You felt his hands move to your bra hooks. “The lingerie is beautiful, but there’s something else I find more beautiful.” He slowly removed the hooks one at a time until they were all off. Going to the straps, he slid them off one by one, giving you chills because of how slow he was doing so.

Your bra was completely off and you let Peter cup one of your breasts in his hand. His free hand slid down to your underwear, massaging your opening.

“You’re already wet for me, huh?” He whispered against your skin. His lips brushed your skin ever so slightly and it gave you chills.

“Mmm, yeah.” You smiled, getting pleasure from Peter’s massages.

You turned around after he pulled his fingers out of you underwear. He kissed you starting from your lips to your waist, pulling down your underwear. He kissed your bikini line, licking the rose tattoo. When he got back up, he had his hands on you bare hips.

“I missed this in Chicago.” He said.

“Well this time’s worth the wait.” You smiled. You took the liberty of helping Peter out of his clothes, then you pushed Peter to the bed and as he moved to the middle of the bed, you got on top of him.

“Please, I want to come inside you.” He pleaded, starting to adjust himself to your opening.

You let him go inside you, and it was the best feeling ever. He had his hands on your butt, squeezing it as you thrusted faster and faster.

“Fuck Peter, I don’t think you understand how much I missed this.” You breathed hard, tossing your head back.

Peter kissed your chest and your boobs, one by one, giving you goosebumps.

“Me too. You’re so beautiful, I could fuck you all night.”

You sat back up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I can make that arrangement.”

“Good.” He whispered. You continued thrusting faster, which made Peter reach his climax much faster. You could see the tears forming in his eyes. “Y/N,” He pleaded as you were thrusting. “Please, let me come inside you. I’m almost there.”

You felt a wave of relief rushing through your body as you and Peter had reached your climaxes.

He pulled out and took a deep breath. He looked at you calming down from your climax. You took his hand and pulled him closer to you.

“How’s that for being in Chicago?”

“Much better than any sex we’ve had since we met.” Peter whispered, slowly pushing his two fingers inside you. Your lips parted and you leaned back as he pushed inside you and teased your pulsing pearl, feeling another rush flow through your body. He watched you and caressed your cheek as moans and whimpers escaped your mouth. He admired every single thing about your body, from you baby soft face, your smile, the legs that he always longed to open after a long Friday after work, and so much more.

He then went to the end of your body and held your legs up. You felt his tongue on your folds licking up all of the juices you produced. His tongue was encircling your clit and you were getting even more aroused.

“Do you want me inside you again?”

You breathed out yes and teased you first before he pushed inside you. He ordered you to look at him, he wanted to watch you fall apart under him. He praised you excessively, telling you that you looked beautiful, that he wanted you all to himself, and even that you were his baby girl and you were doing so good for him. That sent you over the edge.

“Peter…” you moaned. You felt yourself reaching another high under him.

“Are you gonna come all over me? It’s okay.” Peter smiled. “I love it when you do that.”

You smiled back at him and felt the last wave of relief move through your body as your hips rolled.

“Ugh now I feel embarrassed.” You laughed.

“Why? It’s a natural part of arousal.” Peter smiled, pulling out.

“I know, it’s just... I haven’t done it in a while. Not with anyone else, at least.” You admitted, getting up going towards the bathroom.

“Wait.” Peter whispered, going after you.

“Yes, Peter, I have a dildo, okay?” You whispered back. “And no, it’s not the same experience compared to when I’m with you. Even though I think about- you know what, we’re not gonna talk about it anymore.” You walked into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“You thought of me, didn’t you?” Peter asked, coming up behind you.

“Yes.”

Peter’s hands tickled your waist. “You missed me so much, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Jesus, Peter.” You laughed. “Of course I did. Now let me pee.”

“Okay okay.” He sneaked a kiss on your neck before you slipped out of his arms and went to use the bathroom. He then went to turn on the shower. “You should join me after.” He said to you before hopping in.

When you finished, you slipped in the shower.

“I know the hotel doesn’t have the exquisite shower products that you have back at your place, but a simple rag and bar soap can suffice for now.”

You were standing under the water for a bit, using the soap he gave you. “You remembered.”

“I mean, yeah. Going to your place on a Friday night was my favorite part of the week. And God, that shower.” Peter smiled, cleaning you off first.

“It sounds like you want to recreate that night.” You said, stepping closer to him.

“Maybe I do.” He said, placing the soap and washcloth in the caddy after you finished cleaning him off. “Come here.” he then whispered. You stepped closer to him and he picked you up.

“Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You leaned in to kiss him and it turned into a make-out session. Your legs curled around his body.

“You wanna get outta here?” Peter whispered.

“Mhm.”

“Okay.”

Peter turned off the water and stepped out, draping a towel around both of your bodies. He grabbed two robes and carried you back into the room. You got off of him and dried yourself off.

“Do you wanna wear one of my shirts? Or one of my boxers?

“I’ll wear both.” You said.

After the two of you finished getting dressed, you decided to cuddle with Peter in bed.

“Peter?”

“Hmm?” He asked, running a finger down your arm.

“You never did order room service, did ya?”

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