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waywardrose · 9 months

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MASTERLIST

Under the cut are x-reader fics for:

Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansman)

Pale (Burn This)

Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die)

Adam Sackler (HBO’s Girls)

Jacques le Gris (The Last Duel)

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

Abraham H. Parnassus (Saturday Night Live)

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Armitage Hux (Star Wars)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You)

+ Miscellaneous fics (and more! 👀)

updated: January 30, 2024

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BLACKKKLANSMAN

reader x flip zimmerman

🌹 A Reintroduction

rating: teen+, 1.5k, gender-neutral!reader, flip is dishonest, but also thirsty, drug-dealing mention

Flip. Your Flip is with the cops. He has a gun and a badge and everything.

That didn’t make any sense.

🌹 Flashfic: Flip could get it ✊

🌹 Flashfic: How do you think Flip would react to his wife’s changing body during pregnancy?

🌹 Flashfic: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

🌹 Flashfic: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

🌹 The Handler

rating: explicit, 4.4k, sexism, violence, abusive language, blood (bc of the violence), drug mention, guns mention, child sex-trafficking mention, rape threat, jealousy, fighting

You propped your cowboy boot on the table edge and took a long drink of beer. No one sitting at the table with you paid your rudeness any mind. In fact, Johnny Claiborne promptly placed his callused hand on your bare knee.

🌹 It’s Too Late To Turn Back Now

rating: teen, 2.1k, past physical-abuse mention, brief injury description, off-screen murder, period-typical sexism

The first time Flip saw you, you were bruised and cuffed. The scuttlebutt around the precinct was you had run over and murdered your abusive ex-boyfriend.

🌹 Queen of the Roller Derby

rating: mature, 2.3k, vague injury description, anachronistic sports teams and organizations

He couldn’t believe… Well, a lot of things. First, that he’d been invited. Second, that he was looking forward to the bout. Third, that he was anxious for your well-being.

🌹 NSFW Alphabet Series

ABC | DE | FGH | IJK | LMN | OP | QRS | TU | V | WXYZ

Bonus: My five favorite things about Flip Zimmerman

rating: explicit, 32k, stand-alone vignettes, oral sex, fluff, angst with happy ending, masturbation, daddy kink, public and semi-public sex, kind-of somnophilia, drug use, under-negotiated bondage and spanking, soft domming, ass play

Your legs went limp on Flip’s shoulders, and you felt him eased them down to the bed. He ran his big hands up your sides and then under your back as he bent forward.

🌹 Still the Same

rating: explicit, 13k, fem!reader, high-school!flip+reader, vaguely 1969 (with inaccuracies), fingering, handjobs, pining, military draft/service (with inaccuracies), colorado setting, period-typical drug use, magical first time, angst with happy ending

He cracked the window, letting in the crisp spring air. It was too dark to see where specifically he was looking, but he had turned to face you. One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other over the back of the seat.

He offered, “Wanna get in the back?”

“Sure,” you said, dropping your purse on the floor, and opened your door.

🌹 Three-day Weekend

rating: explicit, 3.2k, daddy kink, daddy dom, reader is not a little, off-screen negotiation, edging, oral sex, mild spanking

You woke to a hot hand sliding across your bare middle and lips kissing your shoulder. There was the tickle of whiskers, and you turned your head towards disruption. With a sigh, you opened your eyes to watch Flip kiss your shoulder again. He looked up at you as his hand traveled under the sheet bunched below your waist.

“Mornin’, baby,” he said. His voice was sleep-rough yet tender.

🌹 Triple-Feature

rating: mature, 2.8k, old-fashioned living arrangements, making out

The Aircadia Drive-In was running a classic-horror triple-feature this Saturday night. You read in the paper they were playing The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, and Dracula. That evening, you rang Flip and asked him out on a date. You even offered to pay.

🌹 You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet

rating: mature, 2.8k, detective reader, estranged married couple, smoking, period-typical sexism, dirty talk

…you balanced your mother’s big Tupperware container filled with homemade Samoas cookies. They were Flip’s favorite, and he detested sharing them. But he would have to—because you were famous around the station for your cookies.

You hoped he only got one. It would serve him right.

🌹 You Can Leave Your Skates On

rating: explicit, 2k, almost uniform kink, roller derby mention, clothed female naked male

The sink counter was strewn with make-up and hair tools and the pair of scissors from the kitchen. Before he could ask what the hell all this was for, you kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Spiritual sequel to Queen of the Roller Derby

🌹 You Light Up My Life

rating: teen, 1.4k, sneakiness, secrets, fluffy married life

The first time you knew something was up was when Flip started his car and hurried to change the radio station.

🌹 You’re the Inspiration

rating: teen, 854, past alcohol abuse, fluffy afternoon

Flip sat in his switched off car and stared at the dark house. He wanted to break something.

BURN THIS

reader x pale

🌹 In the Night We Trust | playlist on spotify

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

rating: explicit, 57k, pretty woman au, prostitute reader, 1980s/90s, drug use mention, alcohol consumption, inherent power imbalance, soft dom, choking (not breathplay), safe sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, public dirty talk, rough sex, mild spanking, fighting, abusive language, attempted sexual assault, aftercare

“So tell me, Pale, are you in town on business or pleasure?”

“Business…” He looks at your lips. “Until now.”

THE DEAD DON’T DIE

reader x ronald peterson

🌹 A Grave New World

rating: teen+, 804, canon-typical violence, missing parents

You’d only gone on one date—a really nice date, too—with Ronnie Peterson and then the zombie apocalypse happened. Like, what the actual fuck?

GIRLS (HBO)

reader x adam sackler

🌹 Flashfic: …imagine him trying to cuddle and smooch his gf in public and she’s like “😬😬 what are you doing…? Mmm, I guess it’s not so bad”

🌹 Flashfic: please. please tell me about licking sackler’s sack. its all i can think about. my mind has been infected by thoughts of adam sacklers balls in my mouth

🌹 Improving His Taste

rating: teen+, 2.2k, post s05e10, arguments with SO, making out

You were so sick of Adam Sackler and his tempestuous girlfriends.

🌹 Let Me Explain

rating: teen+, 1.2k, light angst, happy ending

“Whoa, let me explain!” Adam implored while teetering in patent leather stilettos, a chef’s knife with slices of carrot sticking to it in his hand. He grabbed the kitchen counter with his left to steady himself.

🌹 There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)

rating: explicit, 4.3k, canon-typical buffoonery, jealousy, brief non-con element, femdom-ish reader, oral sex

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured after kissing you. “And crawl to my bed.”

THE LAST DUEL

reader x jacques le gris

🌹 Fair Is Foul

rating: teen, 1.8k, historical inaccuracies, timeline inaccuracies, anachronisms, medieval flirting, sad/open ending, minor spoilers(?), rape mention

The other ladies at court told you not to demean yourself by keeping company with a squire. You pointed out that said squire had Count Pierre’s favor. Said squire might even be favored above any knight.

🌹 To Honor and Innocence

rating: mature, 5.3k, fem!reader, young!jacques, historical/jousting inaccuracies, ✨the middle ages were magic✨, catholic imagery, reader has a spring/summer birthday, just roll with me, making out, thigh riding, euphemisms galore

You needed to look away, but you couldn’t. He was striking with the sudden high color in his cheeks and glittering eyes. His smile softened around the edges, and your heart soared at the sight.

Look away, you’d told yourself. Look away before you lose yourself.

LOGAN LUCKY

reader x clyde logan

🌹 A Newer World

rating: teen, 1.3k, PTSD symptom mention

Jimmy leaned across the patio table, bottle of Coors in hand. “So, when you gonna make an honest woman outta her?”

🌹 Lucky Me Lucky You | duck tape jukebox on spotify | ambient mix by Sushii

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet [2.1k]

rating: explicit, 33k, counter-espionage, angst with happy ending, alcohol consumption

You’d had big plans for your future. He’d had big plans, too. During senior year, you’d overheard him talking before class about joining the Army. You had thought about him in that service uniform and how handsome he would look.

Thirteen years later, Clyde was tending bar, sans uniform and missing part of his left arm. At the same time, you were working at the data-entry/call-center down the road from the house you inherited from your late grandmother.

So much for big plans.

🌹 When I Saw You

rating: mature/explicit, 3k, hairdresser!reader, touch-starved!clyde, post movie, erotic fantasies

In his fantasies, he always has both hands.

Which he knows is ironic.

MARRIAGE STORY

reader x charlie barber

🌹 Finding Treasure in the Dark

1 | 2

rating: explicit, 18k, submissive!female-reader, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, impact play, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex, piv sex, restraints, rope bondage, edging, semi-public fingering, sex toys, handjobs, public teasing

“Yes!“ she hissed in delight. "I told Professor Barber straight out I didn’t do that crap. Or let him boss me around. That’s why I dropped him, you know. If he wants some Stepford to indulge his impulses, he should go to Fetster or whatever.”

Your eyes went wide, and you shifted in your seat, faux-yawning and stretching your arms to cover the movement. You knew Charlie Barber.

🌹 Sweet Angel

rating: explicit, 3k, fluff, dog adoption, insecure!Charlie, piv sex

Since moving to a house with a fenced yard, Henry has been focused on getting a dog. First, it was getting a puppy for Christmas. When that hadn’t panned out, a dog for his birthday. Nicole wouldn’t install a real fence at her place, but tried to distract him with a new iPad.

That worked for a month.

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

reader x abraham h. parnassus

🌹 Flashfic: …what would young!Abe do for his wife on [Valentine’s Day]??

🌹 Flashfic: Abe Parnassus vibes jacquesdemys.tumblr com/post/125815250515

🌹 His Girl On A Friday

rating: teen+, 1.2k, corporate espionage, seduction

You’ve been sent by your father, Henry Pickens, to spy on his rival: Abraham H. Parnassus.

🌹 Indulgences

rating: mature, 1.5k, fem!reader, vaguely 1950s, old-fashioned euphemisms, dub-con-ish at first, public fingering, mild edging

It’s official: Don Carlos is boring. Yes, it’s a fundraiser. And of course, you agreed to purchase tickets. Anything to support The Met. But this opera, while beautiful, is dull.

🌹 My Baby Just Cares for Me Series

rating: explicit, sheltered-artist reader, vaguely 1950s, no vintage racism, written with old-fashioned sensibilities and euphemisms, oral sex, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex toys, vaginal fingering, first time

— Expanding One’s Horizons [5k]

“We all need to expand our horizons,” you said as you went to the dining room to turn off the lights.

“Indeed we do, my love.”

— Tension Tamer [3k]

The mattress trembled under you. The softly lit face of your alarm clock said it was after three. You knew it must be work that had awoken him. The company was in the middle of a merger and tensions were high.

— A Treasure More Than Gold [2.2k]

You met your husband’s eyes across the dance floor of Hotel Astor’s ballroom. He’d let his five o'clock shadow develop into a short Vandyke beard in preparation for Babe Paley’s Halloween gala.

— Minx [2.7k]

Abe groaned into the coverlet as you pressed your thumbs on either side of his spine. His muscles were slowly losing their tightness. You didn’t think his desk chair at work was supporting him properly. Most likely, he never sat in it except to sign documents.

— It’s Magic [4.4k]

Don’t go to art school, they said.

— Two To Tango [7k]

You sat at the bistro table tucked in the corner of the pasticceria. Abe sat across from you, tiny plates of bite-sized cake on the table between you.

STAR WARS

general

🌹 The Skywalker Ascension

rating: teen, 4.5k, tros revision, mc death, angst, lightsaber battles, retcon timeline

“All the Sith live in me,” he vows. “You will be empress, and we will be one.”

While disgust churns her gut, she will not hate, she will not give in.

To him or to anyone.

🌹 Unsanctioned

rating: general, 371, universe jumping, pre-tfa, my poor attempt at humor

You’re taking the walk of shame to the kitchen, arms full of dirty dishes.

kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Bombing Out

rating: mature, 1.4k, canon compliant, cannoli kylux, gambling, strip sabacc, alcohol consumption, afterlife, mutual pining, arguing

He didn’t know why he was playing sabacc. He didn’t like card games. There was hardly any strategy. No planning. Everything was left to chance. It was messy. And the gambling. He didn’t mind risk, of course, but one had to match their opponents’ bets. Which meant the opponent had too much control.

It was idiotic.

About as idiotic as his opponent, Ben Solo—

Who had literally lost his shirt last round.

🌹 Iron Moon Series on AO3 | photoset | spotify playlist by ayudameme

rating: explicit, 36k, canon universe, xeno-vampires, canon-typical violence, the first order wins, soft kylux, but with blood, knife play, blood drinking

He wanted to taste it, lick it all up. He wanted to run his tongue along the cauterized edges of the cut on Ren’s face. He wanted to follow it down under Ren’s ruined clothing.

reader x armitage hux

🌹 Flashfic: Armitage Hux is low key hot

🌹 Flashfic: I want Hux to throat fuck me

🌹 Succor

rating: mature, 2.4k, shy princess reader, fo-leader hux, the first order won, arranged marriage, dirty talk

You felt your dinner guests’ eyes on you, their judgements. You ignored them while hiding behind the courtly rituals you’d been taught since childhood.

reader x kylo ren | ben solo

🌹 All the Time in the Galaxy

rating: teen, 1.9k, kor reader, mutual pining, first kiss

“Lady Ren, pardon the interruption—” You didn’t know what he was interrupting. You were both standing in silence. “—The techs have noticed something strange here on Starkiller.”

🌹 Call It In the Ring Series

rating: teen-mature, college au, art-majors kylo and reader, first date, sibling fights, nude photography, assisted masturbation, phone sex, fingering

— Hotshot House Show [2.5k]

You checked the address one more time on your phone. It was right, but definitely not what you expected when Kylo offered to make you dinner.

— Worked Shoot [5k]

Photography midterms were due in two weeks, and you only had one of the four photos you needed. You silently berated yourself because you’d known this was coming. It was on the damn syllabus.

But who actually read the syllabus?

— Clean Finish [2k]

You couldn’t believe you were about to do this, you thought as you stood naked in front of the clean bathroom mirror. You didn’t know if Kylo would like it. What if he didn’t?

— Vignette [938]

Ben was all “Morning, beautiful” with a grin Flynn Rider would be proud of. He sat close to you on the sectional sofa—even though there were plenty available places to sit.

— Bonus: I want nothing more than to strip off his clothes piece by piece, kissing any and all skin bared to me.

— Dirty Pre-show [1.3k]

You’d washed at the sink in the studio, but ugh, your jeans are splattered with slip. You’re pretty sure you have some on your face, in your hair. Hell, even one of your ears feels crusty.

How the ever living fuck does it get everywhere?

🌹 Dum Dums

rating: teen, 2.3k, gender-neutral reader, suburban high-school au, fluff, mutual pining, mild angst with happy ending

“Your boyfriend’s looking this way again,” Poe sing-songed before taking a big bite of his apple.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply as you set your bottle of water on the lunch tray.

🌹 Flashfic: Please the (fem-dom!reader) story from gc…. I NEED IT

🌹 Flashfic: FAM IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU… PLEASE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT GIVING SMOOCHES TO FOREVER SAD BOY KYLO

🌹 Flashfic: How does Kylo spoil his lady?

🌹 Flashfic: So, what do you guys think is Kylo’s favorite way to kiss?

🌹 Hello

rating: mature(ish), 1k, modern au, dream-sharing, pining, possessiveness, nightmare elements, magic/force shenanigans

A phone rang. Burr-ring. Distant at first. Burr-ring. Clanging. Jarring. Burr-ring. It was too dark to find it. You groped around in the cool, damp blackness to find nothing. Burr-ring. You cursed just before your hand slapped against something cold and metal.

🌹 Me and The Devil Series

rating: mature-explicit, modern vampire au, death mention, blood drinking, menstruation, oral sex, biting

— Flashfic: …I want vampire!kylo to do *very* unspeakable things to me :)

— Flashfic: Very bored tonight and [thinking] about vamp!kylo, if you have any, what’re your favorite five about him?

— You’re My Sweetness [2.1k]

“You’re sad,” he murmured, a note of confusion in his words.

“Funerals tend to do that.”

“Let me make it better.”

— Red Wings [1.4k]

So, you laid there and bled onto an overnight pad that had to be the length of a regulation cricket bat.

— Flashfic: Do you have any thoughts on vampire Kylo sensually playing with you with his teeth?

🌹 Not Like the Rest

rating: teen, 948, alcohol consumption, politics

So, Ben’s kept moving for years. He hustles. He’s on committees. He researches everyone around him. He schmoozes.

And he’s schmoozing during a dinner to honor a retiring staffer when he sees you.

🌹 On the Pulse of Mourning

rating: teen, 6.5k, ptsd, angst, disregarding an elder’s wisdom, force choking, force weirdness

He sat on the lowered ramp of his TIE and waited for the Resistance scouts to find him. He didn’t think it would take them long. He’d landed only two klicks from the base.

🌹 The Sofa King

rating: mature, 550, hs au, making out, frottage

Anonymous asked: Ben Solo is such a precious little baby I don't see him making the first move. He would be way too nervous. Like during a movie night you could literally be in his lap, rubbing his chest, purring into his ear and he would just keep his eyes locked on the screen, jaw locked, shifting uncomfortably, and he making silly comments about the movie.

reader x kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Precious Pet Series on AO3 | photoset | playlist on spotify

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet for Kylo and Hux [1.6k]

rating: explicit, 335k, canon universe, force-sensitive reader, departing from tfa, stockholm syndrome, force bond, everyone has issues

A hush suddenly fell over the village and you strained to hear anything. Was it over? Had the Order gotten what it wanted? You had a gnawing feeling it was only beginning.

The whoosh of energy—you couldn’t identify the noise, but you knew it wasn’t good—pierced the air. There was a collective horrified gasp and more scrabbling and then more blaster fire. Something had happened, something terrible. Someone’s death had triggered it all. Suddenly, there were screams and controlled violent blasters, and you covered your mouth to muffle your sob. The village was dead. Everyone you knew was dead. Lor San Tekka was gone. You felt it like a punch to the chest.

STAR WARS/DREDD

armitage hux x clan techie

🌹 Little Blue

rating: mature, 1.3k, incest, abuse mention, jealousy, crushes

“I see you’ve been slumming it with the radar techs again,” Armie said from his perch on Techie’s bed.

Techie gnawed on his lip, stepping through the doorway of his berth, and let the door slide shut behind him. He knew it would be stupid to deny it. He was wearing the tech jumpsuit after all.

STRANGER THINGS

reader x eddie munson

🌹 Through A Glass Darkly | playlist on spotify | masterlist

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28

rating: explicit, 163k, canon universe, fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn, friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, chasing, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, mild spanking, reader’s father is a dirtbag, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex, breaking up, angst with happy ending, running away, guns, fighting, everyone survives, suicidal ideation

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU

reader x phillip altman

🌹 Risking Thorns

rating: explicit, 12k, post-movie, ice skating, nice suburban upbringing, slut shaming, almost enemies-to-lovers, prickly reader, phillip gets a short leash, bastardization of a jewish holiday, fingering, semi-public sex, phone sex, spanking threat

Once she pulled out of the parking lot, you asked, “So, where are we going?”

“Altman’s? I thought you got your skates sharpened there, too?”

Mental alarms went off as you shook your head. You knew the Altmans…

THE WITCHER

yennefer x geralt

🌹 Nailed Into Place

rating: explicit, 14k, modern new orleans au, inspired by s01e03 “betrayer moon”, mishmash of nola folklore, i’ve altered the striga curse (pray i don’t alter it further), references to s01e05 “bottled appetites”, timeline what timeline, alcohol consumption, incest mention, pedophilia mention, injuries, blood, ableist language, a sprinkling of geralt/jaskier

Geralt Rivia is the only witcher in New Orleans. He’s typically hard to find until Jaskier decides to announce on Instagram where he’ll be performing via selfies with Geralt in the background. Baron Ostrit, an associate of mob-connected Foltest Temeria, shows up to hire Geralt to rescue his daughter from slavers. Another princess to save. Geralt finds himself in a tangle lies, from the Marigny to the Garden District—and consulting with a mage he hasn’t seen in years…

MISCELLANEOUS

🌹 Character Soundtrack

Songs and playlists for characters I (and others) associate with them. Feel free to message me with ideas!

🌹 BlacKkKlansman Supercut

Flip Zimmerman scenes only.

🌹 Logan Lucky Supercut

Clyde Logan scenes only.

🌹 Burn This - Audio

Bootleg audio recording of the play.

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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ADCU

* = Smut

** = Stories that might have triggering content. Please read the tags and keep safe.

Flip Zimmerman

Ember of a dying flame

Can’t wait to see you glow

Sunday morning

Silence - Loquacity

Hit The Slopes - White on White

Cinnamon rolls

Little fella

Robbie series: Piece of Heaven - Building Trust

Eating Out (In) *

Hurt No More *

Hurt

Clyde Logan

Beautiful eyes

Burns

The Proposal - masterlist (12 chapters)

Thoughts - Fantasies - Conversations

Body Work

Night Moves (collaboration with @clydesducktape) *: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Midnight Sun

Skin on Skin

What Are You Waiting For

Chicken Wings

River Lea - Part 2 **

Mixing Sessions * : Whisper of Desire - In-Ear Monitor - Stereo Love - Loudspeakers - (Bonus track: The drinks)

Walk With Me: No Sleep - 5 hours, 32 minutes - I Don’t Know - Patience

Alone

Healing Hands

Kindness of a Stranger

Calla lilies

Leather and Lace

Ronnie Peterson

A Moment of Calm

Escape

Invisible

Words

Date Night Disasters

The Rooftop

Titanium

Keep it Safe *

Sweetie Pie

Night light **

Rick Smolan

When You Know

The Dam

Senses: Touch - Listen - Scent - Watch - Taste

Kylo Ren

Man or Monster

Seeing double

The Gift

My treasure

Training Mat

Adam Sackler

Bring on the Men - Phillip Altman x Adam Sackler

Snow Angel

Stripped Bare

Misc

I want this - Paul Sevier *

Come Alive - Toby Grummett **

#adcu #adam driver character fanfiction #flip zimmerman #clyde logan #ronnie peterson #rick smolan #flip zimmerman x reader #clyde logan x reader #ronnie peterson x reader #rick smolan x reader #blackkklansman fanfiction #logan lucky fanfiction #the dead don't die fanfiction #tracks 2013 fanfiction #kylo ren #paul sevier #toby grummett #adam sackler #phillip altman

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glassbxttless · 1 year

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Hi! Here is where all of my older work and characters I no longer write for will be linked! Note, that I DO NOT write for some of these characters any longer but I wanted to keep them up to share! For characters I do write, check out my writing rules page!

This content is 18+— Smut is indicated with *

**as of 03.27.23 this list is still being updated**

( CLYDE LOGAN X F!READER )

Valentine

Dad!Clyde // one , two , three , four

Kiss Me Again

Help Me Get Rid of This Asshole

All Day, All Night*

Wedding Date*

After Shower Special*

See You at Home*

Ohio Bound*

Mother’s Day

There Ain’t No Skiin’ in West Virginia

Kitty Eatin’ at the Duck Tape*

Mama Bear’s Spa Day

Homecoming

A Quick Dip

Just a Gallon of Milk

Someone Borrowed*

Hey Bartender

Do You Mind?

Showering in Adoration*

( ADAM SACKLER X F!READER )

As You Grew, So Did We*

Talking Body*

Tongue Tied

Becoming a Dad

Pretty Please?*

Banana Pudding*

Earn It*

( FLIP ZIMMERMAN X F!READER )

Call Me That Again*

I Want to Spend My Life with You

What Do You Think?*

Actirasty*

Holiday Party*

Mark You Mine*

Truth or Dare*

My Girl*

Daddy’s Good Girl*

“I’m Sorry, Sugar.”*

Hiking to the Falls*

Your Parents’ House*

Our Marriage Story

Did You Eat?

Marlboro*

Happy Holidays

( DANIEL JONES X F!READER )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN X F!READER )

( CHARLIE BARBER X F!READER )

( RONNIE PETERSON X F!READER )

( BEN SOLO/KYLO REN X F!READER )

( RICK SMOLAN X F!READER )

( JUDE X F!READER )

( PAUL SEVIER X F!READER )

( HENRY MCHENRY X F!READER )

( JASON ROBERTS X F!READER )

( AL CODY X F!READER )

( ADAM X F!READER )

( ALLAN X F!READER )

( PATERSON X F!READER )

( MAURIZIO GUCCI X F!READER )

( MATT SOLO X F!READER)

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f1yogurt · 2 years

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Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Masterlist

70s Formula 1, Rush (2013)

AO3 Link

18+ explicit chapters are labeled with **

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Series Summary: You're a Formula One photographer in the golden age of the sport. Amidst all of the glamour, you find yourself attracted to one of the best drivers on the grid, Niki Lauda. The media portray him as a coldhearted bastard, although you see him as something more. Niki can't deny his own attraction to you, and it isn't long before the two of you are embarking on a controversial romance in the heart of the glamour, chaos, and danger of 70s F1.

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Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Characters: Niki Lauda, Reader, Clay Regazzoni, Heinz Prueller, James Hunt (Formula 1 RPF), Luca di Montezemelo, Ronnie Peterson (Formula 1 RPF), Emerson Fittipaldi, and more eventually

Tags: Formula 1, Formula One, 1970s, Action & Romance, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, First Dates, Marlene doesn't exist in this AU, Journalism, Photography, Fast Cars, Eventual Smut, so many driver cameos, Racing, taking artistic liberty with Heinz's character, Niki is cute and shy, reader is too, But it gets better I promise

Warnings: Cursing, Eventual Smut, slowwww burn!!

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brideofkylosolo · 11 months

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Writer Wednesday Wk 1

My first Writer Wednesday fic of the year is up. Hope you all like it.

Tagging @writer-wednesday

Writer Wednesday Week 1

Love is in Session

Ronnie X Ellie (OC)(The Dead Don’t Die)

Ronnie Peterson is the newest camp counselor at Camp Whacki Weechi, and she soon finds himself taken by a fellow counselor, Ellie.

Warnings: OC insert, Camp Counselor AU, Fluff, cuteness, adorkable, mention of serial killers.

Ronnie exhaled to calm his nerves as the line of buses brought the campers to Camp Whacki Weechi for the first session of the summer. It was not only the first session but Ron’s first year as a counselor.

Ron had worked at plenty of other camps since he was sixteen, but this was his first year in upstate New York working at a camp during the summer. He was excited, albeit a tad nervous.

“Welcome, Campers,” Cliff, the head counselor and owner of the camp, greeted the campers as they disembarked from the blue buses, “to the first session this season at Camp Whacki Weechi. My name’s Cliff, I’m the head counselor here.” He motioned to the group of young men and women behind him. “These are your counselors this year. I hope you’ll treat them with respect and help them make this an amazing session, alright?”

The kids gave him a half-hearted agreement, expected of a young group of pre-teens. While Ron was sure most were here on their own accord, there were those that weren’t. And they weren’t afraid to let their feelings known.

No matter. Ron knew he could make it fun for his charges. At least, he hoped he could.

“Now, behind you is the list of cabins on the board,” Cliff continued. “Go find your cabin and get settled in. Then head to the mess hall for lunch.

The campers headed to the bulletin board, eager to find out which one of the six cabins they were assigned to. Each cabin had six campers in it, with a counselor acting as their de facto leader for the session.

The six counselors, four men, and two women, stood around, holding up signs directing the kids to their respective cabins. Ron was number 5, a good number, if you asked him. As he stood, he glanced over at the counselor for cabin 3, a cute blonde named Ellie.

Ron had only recently met Ellie, and already he got on great with her. She was funny, smart, nerdy as all get out (like Ron), and she was gorgeous to boot. Really gorgeous. To Ron, she was perfect.

Of course, she didn’t know he thought that way about her. Heck, she probably had a boyfriend. She’d never date a guy like Ron.

Before long, the campers found their cabins and met up with their respective counselor. Ron led his group to their cabin, or really their tent, a simple seven-person tent on a platform down a path.

“Alright, pick whatever bed you want,” Ron instructed the six boys under his care.

“Are there bears here?” one of them asked.

“Not that I’ve seen,” Ron answered as the boys chose which bed they wanted.

The boys hurried and picked their beds, thankfully with minimal arguments. The group then made their way to the mess hall for lunch: make your own subs with all the fixings.

“Good group we got this year,” Mindy, the other female counselor, remarked as Ron sat down at the table with his plate of food.

“I already got one girl asking about bears,” Ellie said.

“Same here,” Ron said with a chuckle. “Is that a common thing?”

“They ask about all kinds of stuff,” Ellie said. “I had one girl last year think zombies were going to attack us.”

The table erupted in laughter at that.

“Zombies?” Ron asked. “I would think they’d be more worried about serial killers than zombies.”

“Kids get scared about anything,” Mindy remarked.

Ellie nodded in agreement. She reached for the paper towel roll on the table as Ron was, their hands touching. Ron’s brown ones met Ellie’s blue ones; neither of them moved.

Mindy gave them a knowing look. It looked like it wouldn’t just be the kids that would be having a summer fling here at Camp Whacki Weechi this year.

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rynwritesstuff · 3 years

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I know it's not a prompt but could you PLEASE do something with the idea of surprising Ronnie at the station with a sexy Halloween costume when he's working the late shift 😩

I am once again begging for more Ronnie smut🤲🏻

Ask and you shall recieve, Cait! You know I'm always in the mood for some Ronnie ;)

Surprising him with a sexy Halloween costume + Ronnie Peterson

NSFW: Unprotected sex, teasing, orgasm denial, sliiiight sub!Ronnie

The tiny bell on the door jingles as you walk into the station wearing a massive coat that goes down to your knees. It's zipped up, and although it's chilly outside, you're a bit overheated.

Ronnie looks up from what he's doing, expecting to see one of his coworkers. He smiles when your eyes meet.

"Hey, baby," he hums, standing up. He walks over to you and puts his hands on your hips. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You put your hands on his big, firm chest. His belly presses against you, just as it always does, and you reach down to touch it.

"Just missed you," you say. "And I got you a little surprise . . ."

"Oh?" Ronnie hums, expecting cookies or coffee or--

Oh. Oh, wow. You're barely wearing any clothes.

Not that he's complaining, of course. He would never.

Your coat falls to the floor, and Ronnie is glad that he's the only one working the night shift.

You tug him close by the collar of his shirt.

"Go ahead," you say. "Touch me."

You're wearing a skimpy little maid costume, complete with a pair of high heels. Your thighs look so pretty, and Ronnie certainly wouldn't mind burying his face between your legs to get a taste of what's waiting for him.

"Damn," he says. "You're, uh . . . Really pretty."

You laugh softly, pushing his chest.

"Sit down, baby boy," you tell him. He does. You straddle him, your thighs on either side of his body. Ronnie rests his hands on your ass, squeezing gently. His eyes widen.

"Where are your--"

"At home," you say as he feels your bare ass. "Didn't think I'd need them."

Ronnie smiles, then presses his lips against yours. You tug at his hair as you kiss him.

"Take your cock out, handsome. Wanna ride you."

He hurries to undo his belt, tosses it to the floor, then pulls his cock out. You sit up a bit so that you can position yourself on top of him.

He's hard as a fucking rock, and he holds his cock steady as you sink down on him.

You sigh, gripping his shoulders as you get his massive erection seated deep inside your waiting cunt.

Ronnie grunts, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Fuck, babe, so wet . . ."

You begin to bounce on top of him, your cunt squelching as you do so. Ronnie's moaning and sighing, and he's got his head tipped back. He's so pretty like this, all needy and desperate.

You pull his hair.

"Love your big cock, Ronnie," you moan.

He lets out a soft, shaky laugh.

"Yeah? What do you like about it?"

"The way you make me feel," you groan. "S-So good."

He's getting close, you can tell from the way he's starting to squirm. You halt your movements and slowly pull off, much to Ronnie's dismay.

"Wha--"

You pick your coat off the ground and pull it back on with a smirk.

"Have a good night, baby," you hum. Ronnie's stumbling as he shoves his cock, which is purple at the tip, back into his pants.

"Wait, wait, you can't just-- Babe, stop, don't leave, are you mad at me?"

You sigh, smiling up at him.

"No, sweetheart, I'm not mad. It's something called teasing . . ."

Ronnie huffs.

"I was so close."

"I know you were."

Ronnie smacks your ass.

"You're gonna get it when I get home," he says, pouting. You hum.

"Don't forget the handcuffs, then, baby."

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Missing You {Officer Ronnie Peterson x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I actually watched “The Dead Don’t Die” for the first time recently, and I totally fell for Ronnie. he’s adorable, and I’ve discovered that I love playing with the subby side of him ;)

warnings: smut. light fluff. subby ronnie. exhibitionism. cumplay. mentions of cum-marking. masturbation. sexting. nsfw photos. phone masturbation. public/semi-public masturbation. dirty talk/degradation.

no tw’s

SMUT under the CUT!

Ronnie misses you. He misses you a lot.

You’re away in Philadelphia for a few days on business and he can’t stand not waking up next to you, not having you home when he comes home after a long and very mundane shift at the station, not falling asleep next to you, and he finds it especially hard not having you around when he needs some...relief.

You mean everything to him; you’re the center of his universe, everything he does is because of you. He’s so in love with you, his heart hurts sometimes, bursting with the sheer pride and pure love he feels for you. And, it doesn’t hurt that you’re as much of a sexual deviant as he is.

His knee bounces as he sits in his chair, typing up a police report, trying desperately to ignore the bulge currently pressing desperately against his work trousers. He grunts under his breath every time he shifts, involuntarily providing friction for his erection. It seems like every time he’s finally gotten it down to a manageable hardness, something happens that forces him to move and bring himself right back to where he started: Hard as a fucking rock.

Soon, he has no choice but to succumb to his body’s needs once the station clears out, quickly rushing into the single bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. His length throbs as his eyebrows furrow, groaning softly as he finally, finally pulls his pants down and the cool air of the station tickles his newly exposed skin.

He knows this is wrong, knows he shouldn’t be doing this, not here. But...the thought of touching himself here, in a partially-public restroom, makes him absolutely throb with arousal. He wants you to see it, wants you to be a part of it.

Ronnie wants you to know what a dirty, filthy boy he is.

So, he wraps a hand around his cock and immediately, his hips buck forward into his palm. He’s been waiting days for this moment, and his cock is so sensitive, tears are already forming in his eyes as he pumps his thick, veiny shaft.

You tell him all the time how impressive he is, how long and girthy he is, how he curves in just the right way to hit all the pleasure spots inside your walls. He likes to believe that he was made to pleasure you, to be inside you, much like a key fits into a lock.

Once he’s completely hard, he pulls out his phone to text you.

Ronnie: What are you doing right now?

You’re in the middle of a meeting when you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.

Y/N: In a meeting. Why? Did something happen?

He smirks to himself, snapping a picture of his dick for you.

Ronnie: Attachment: 1 image

Ronnie: Yeah, you’ve been away for three days. I’m in desperate need of your attention...will you help me?

You quickly put a hand over your mouth, muffling the soft moan that escapes your lips. Your legs quickly cross, thighs rubbing together to soothe the developing ache between your thighs.

Y/N: Oh, Ronnie...look at you, pumping your pathetic cock in the station bathroom like a disgusting slut. I bet you’re already close, aren’t you?

His eyes widen and he shoves his mouth into his arm, muffling the desperate cry that comes out of his mouth. God, you always know the right things to say to get him wound up.

Ronnie: I’ve been so fucking hard since you left, baby. Woke up all hard and ready for you, ready for your little pussy, but you’d already left. Had to get up and go to work before I could take care of it, and by the time I get home at night, I’m just too tired.

The thought of Ronnie being rock hard all day, sitting at his desk and trying not to touch himself is one that turns you on more than it probably should.

Y/N: You poor baby...oh, I bet you’re so full, hm? Are your balls heavy, so full of the seed you’ve been saving up? Three days without your fiancee has you fucking your hand in the station restroom, how pathetic. And you’ll probably get hard again ten minutes after you cum all over the sink like some fucking teenager.

He almost falls over, white-knuckling the counter as he ruts into his hand, sweat forming on his brow.

Ronnie: Call me. Now. Need to hear your voice.

You slip out unnoticed, thankful that this was an entire-group meeting and not one of the smaller ones you’d been attending the past two days. Your finger presses the ‘call’ icon next to Ronnie’s name as you go to the single-person restroom, locking the door.

He picks up almost immediately, breath heavy through the speaker.

“Baby.”

Your knees shake at the desperation in his whisper.

“Disgusting pervert.”

His soft growl crawls through the small speaker, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m s-so close. Please, baby, p-please...”

“Yeah?”

You say, smirking.

“Are you gonna make a mess in the bathroom, Ronnie? Gonna cover the sink in your filthy cum like the little pervert I know you are?”

Ronnie’s practically sobbing, hips having a mind of their own as his cock takes over, chasing release.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m g-gonna shoot my big f-fat fucking load onto the s-sink.”

You bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together.

“Is it gonna be a big one, baby? Ooooo, I bet it is, it’s gonna be so fucking big and hot.”

His glutes clench as he rocks harshly into the tight ‘O’ his hand has made, tip drooling precum as he teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“Gonna b-be so big, all f-for you, baby.”

He breathes, balls clenching as they prepare for release.

“Video c-call? Can we s-switch over?”

“Sure, baby, sure.”

You switch over to FaceTime, camera on you while your handsome fiance points his towards the mirror, turning himself to the side so that you can see his impressive length as he pumps it with vigor.

“Mmm, look at you, so desperate. Put the camera closer to your big cock, wanna see how nice and hard it is for me.”

Ronnie groans softly, biting his lip as he tilts the camera down to focus on his cock. You chew your lip as your eyes roam his length, tip slick and bright red, veins bulging out. You wish you could trace the tip of your tongue over the blue-green patterns.

“D-Do you see it, baby?”

He asks, breathily.

“Mmhmm, yeah I see. I see my fiance being a dirty, disgusting slut. Pumping your little cock when anyone could interrupt and see you like a horny fucking teenager. Can’t go three days without touching yourself, it’s shameful, really.”

His throaty growl comes through the speaker, and you can almost see the way his cock throbs, pulses in his palm.

“I had to step out of a fucking meeting to watch this? Watch my horny fiance jerk off in the middle of the work day? You better cum soon and you better make this all worth it.”

He pumps himself furiously, quickly turning and walking up to the sink.

“Y-Yeah, yeah I’ll make it w-worth it. I’ll show y-you my big load, show y-you all the cum I’ve kept f-for you.”

“Well, let’s get it over with then. Make a mess on the counter, mark it with your dirty cum.”

You say, pretending to sound annoyed, knowing it drives him nuts.

Your words send him over the edge, and you watch the camera shake a bit as rope after rope of creamy release shoots out onto the counter. Ronnie’s breath is shaky, exhaling through his teeth as he strokes himself through it.

“Thank you, honey.”

Ronnie breathes, lifting the camera up so that you can see the load.

You smile, cheeks warming at the sight of it. It was big, really big, and it always turned you on when he came a lot.

“Can I see you?”

You ask, smiling even wider when he turns the camera around to face him.

“There’s my handsome man.”

He blushes, always getting flustered when you say things like that.

“And there’s my beautiful, amazing fiancee.”

“I really do have to get back to my meeting, darling, but I’ll be home tonight. I’m so excited to see you.”

His lips pull up into a bright smile as he thinks about finally seeing you tonight again.

“I’m excited too, honey. I’ll repay you for this when you get home.”

He winks, making you giggle softly, biting your lip.

“I’m looking forward to it, Officer Peterson.”

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 8: Everything Hurts and I'm Dying

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Ronnie Peterson x gn!reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 677

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse, reunion, zombie attack, allusion to death and killing

Summary: Life after a zombie apocalypse was lonely. Or was it?

Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

The virus that got its start from Centerville spread throughout the country almost overnight. Two months later, no corner of the continent was safe and the undead roamed everywhere, demanding the last thing they had wanted when alive and cutting through everything in their way to get to it.

Safe havens were set up by the military but for the most part, it was unbelievably hard to get into one of them unless you had the money to buy your way in. The poor and unfortunate were left to defend themselves while the rich barricaded themselves in. Nothing had changed even in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

Some people banded together, others worked alone. It was a nasty business out there, no laws and no honor among survivors. If you weren’t eaten by zombies, there was a good chance a fellow survivor would cut you down to gain something or nothing. So for the most part, you were on your own. Never staying long in one place and always carrying just the essentials, hopping from one abandoned house to the other for shelter.

You crept around one such shelter, casing the place before entering. You didn't hear any moaning or groaning, so the place might be safe. But you needed to make sure of that before stepping inside. Peeking through the windows, you didn’t see much inside but it looked relatively clean. Abandoned most likely before anything drastic had gone down in the house. One final walk around later you decided it was safe enough and picked your way inside.

Opening the door, you were met with a barrel of a gun and an angry looking… Ronnie Peterson? You blinked, unsure of what you were seeing. “Ronnie?”

This had to be a mirage, a final fuck you from God or whatever deity looked after this nightmare. A final glimpse at the man you had been falling in love with and who had been on ground zero when the outbreak happened. The man you knew was loyal to a fault and had no doubt tried to help others escape Centerville while remaining behind to battle, finally succumbing to the horde. The man whose demise you had cried over night after night while trying not to join him in darkness prematurely.

“Sweetie?” His voice was ragged and rusty. His gun wobbled a bit until he seemed to blink back into reality, his big brown eyes growing wide behind cracked glasses. With a clank, the gun dropped to the ground and he pulled you into his arms, kissing you with ferocity your sweet, gentle Ronnie had never displayed before.

The kiss told you everything. How much he hurt everywhere, how he felt like he’d been slowly dying, unsure of your fate. How he battled and raged, tried to find information about you while killing more and more. How he felt like this was the first free breath he’d taken since that night, because you were alive and in his arms.

You responded in kind, telling him without words how you loved him, how you had missed him and how grateful you were of this miracle of him returning to you from being dead. That kiss might’ve lasted for a decade had it not been for the groaning and moaning in the distance.

Quickly, both of you detangled and faced the open door. A horde of four zombies were headed your way.

Ronnie bent down, picking up the gun from the ground. He then pulled out a machete from beside the door, eyes still glued on the driveway and the horde advancing slowly. You followed his lead, picking your own weapons from your person, a grim grin on your lips. It was a small group, you could take this on. And with your lost and found lover by your side, you’d take on the world with him.

“Ready, sweetie?” Ronnie mumbled and you nodded, lip curling in defiance.

With a final look to confirm you’d meet on the other side of the battle, both of you charged forward, weapons drawn.

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agirlwhoisaphantom · 3 years

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Help I’m Alive ~ Ronnie Peterson x Reader

Summary: Some strange events started to happen. On your way to your location, you meet this handsome good looking cop.

Word Count: 1102

Warning: Zombies, knife, gun,

Author’s Note: There isn’t much going on here, but the fact that you get to meet Ronnie. Might turn this into a mini fic...who knows?

9:30 PM

Usually, at this time, it was already nighttime. But for some odd reason, the sun was as bright as if it was mid-day. You tried contacting your friends and family, but none of them picked up. You thought they were just busy, and you didn’t want to bug them.

You turn on the small radio next to your bedside table, but you couldn’t hear anything, just white noise. You decided to turn off the radio and once more tried calling your friends and family. But this time, it was different. It didn’t ring nor say, “this number is out of service, please try again later” it was nothing, just silent.

There was knocking on your door. It was pretty late, even though there was still daylight outside. It was odd for you. Looking through the window to see the street view, you see a person with pale blue skin, who looked like they haven’t slept in days, and they had a lifeless look on their face. You could hear the soft groans of this person. You could hear them say “coffee.”

Getting a better look at this person, you didn’t know who this was. It was a stranger. You were terrified, especially because of the way this person looked lifeless.

You quietly tried to move to the kitchen to grab a knife, just in case if you needed to defend yourself.

“Could that person have been a zombie?” You thought to yourself. You’ve seen so many zombie movies to think about that. If that person knocking on your door was indeed a zombie, you needed to make sure you had enough supplies to eat, drink, and any other resource to survive.

You carefully walk to your garage to grab the gun that you had stored there. You never thought that you would be in this situation, especially since zombies were just an act of fiction and not real. Before you left your garage, you got a couple of things, such as a flashlight, a rope, a pack full of bullets, and a pocket knife.

Sneaking around the kitchen wasn’t your plan, but you didn’t want to draw attention to the person on the other side of the door. You could hear the banging on the door get louder. You need to get out of there as soon as you can.

The police station was right around the corner from your house. You would be safer there than in your own home. Even though it was a short walk, you still needed to be aware of your surroundings and be careful not to draw any attention.

On your way to the station, you saw people that looked like that person on your front door. They all looked lifeless and with the same light blue-tinted skin. You were terrified. The 10-minute walk to the station now felt like it was an hour walk.

Looking at your surroundings, you notice that the undead was getting closer towards you. You start to panic as you reached for your knife. You were now able to see the police station. You could feel someone lay a hand on your shoulder. You rapidly turn around without hesitation. The blade you were holding was on the person’s neck. You struggled to take out the knife. This brought you and the zombie down to the floor. You were struggling; you were punching and kicking this person.

This is where it ends, isn’t it? You started to get ready in case you were about to die. You knew that you weren’t going to survive this since the undead was now on top of you, and you were still struggling to get free.

Out of a sudden, you hear a very loud gunshot. The body on top of you now didn’t have a head just fell on top of you. You were disgusted, but instead of guts and blood all over your body, it was dust. You push off the body off of yours.

Once again, you look around your surroundings to see who could have saved you. You see this tall man with a police uniform and glasses walk in your direction. He offers you his hand to pick you up. “Hi, my name is Ronnie” a small pause in between his response, “Officer Ronnie.” He had a terrified look on his face.

You introduce yourself to him, and he had a big smile on his face. To him, you were so beautiful, and he could spend hours looking at your face. But this wasn’t the place or time to do that. You both needed to rush to the police station, especially with the attention that Ronnie caused by shooting that gun.

Ronnie takes you by your wrist and starts running to the police station. It wasn’t that far away anymore. As soon you both get there, he rushes to get the keys out of his pocket to open the door. You turn around, making sure that zombies would not get near the both of you, and if they did, you would attack them. When he gets the door open, he pushes you inside so that he can immediately lock the door. You were now safe.

You closed your eyes and took a big breath in relief. You could feel a big hand wrap around your arm and turn around. It was Ronnie, and he pulls you in for a hug “thank goodness you are okay.” his voice was shaky, and he was breathing heavily.

He holds you for a couple of more seconds, but those seconds felt like minutes. Even though you have never met this person before, he gave the best hugs. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling his embrace.

“Excuse me, who are you” there was a sassy female voice in the background. You let go of Ronnie and look in her direction. She looked scared and disgusted. “Is that-” she takes a gulp, “your blood” her eyes widen at the thought that, meanwhile, she was inside safe. Ronnie was in danger.

You look at your shirt, it was full of blood, but it wasn’t yours. It was weird that the zombies left any blood on you, especially since cutting their heads off. The only thing that would come out is dust. You shake your head in disagreement. On her eyes, it was instant relief.

Ronnie licks his lips and chuckles, “we are all in for a ride that isn’t going to end well” he looks outside the window watching the undead walking around.

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kylo-reid · 3 years

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Sweetheart (NSFW)

characters: ronnie peterson x female reader

word count: 495

summary: ronnie comes home after a long day, and you please him

warnings: swearing, 18+ SMUT BELOW THE DIVIDER, male receiving oral

“honey? i’m home!” your fiancé, officer ronnie peterson yells as he steps through the threshold.

he slips off his shoes and puts his smart car keys on a hook. he walks into the kitchen and almost falls over.

you’re standing there, wearing nothing but a floral apron, your bare ass facing him as you mash up potatoes. you turn around and smile at him.

“hi baby.” you open your arms and ronnie walks over, picking you up in a bear hug and spinning you around.

you laugh and hold onto him. he sets you back down, looking down your body.

“god baby… i know you’re not working and you hate being stuck at home… but i could get used to coming home and seeing you like this.”

you blush deeply and laugh, coming back to mashing up the potatoes. ronnie walks up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and pressing his hardened member against you. he kisses your neck gently, the skin showing since your hair is up in a tight bun on top of your head.

“centerville citizens are freaking out about this virus baby…” ronnie kisses your neck again, unzipping his khakis.

you hum, acknowledging his words. you set the bowl of potatoes aside, knowing they’re mashed just the way he likes them, with some lumps still inside. the oven beeps, so you grab an oven mitt and walk over to the stove, bending over and shaking your ass, pulling out the meatloaf you made.

“god damn honey… you look so good…” ronnie whispers.

you set the meatloaf on the top of the stove, take off the oven mitt, and untie your apron. it drops to the floor and you watch your fiancé’s adam’s apple bob. his cock straining against his briefs. he leans against the island, palming himself but you tsk at him.

“i’ve got you sweetheart… i’m sure you’ve had a long day…” you whisper, smirking and getting on your knees.

ronnie nods and watches you, his cheeks flushed as you kneel in front of him. you pull his briefs down and begin to suck him off, instantly taking his length down your throat.

he moans loudly, running his fingers over your scalp, grabbing your bun and tugging on it. he doesn’t take his eyes off you as you look up at him through your lashes. you slink all the way down to the base, gagging and drooling all down his length.

“fuck… fuck honey… gonna cum…” ronnie mutters, biting down on his lip harshly.

you smirk and pick up the pace, moaning around him and massaging his balls. you send him over the edge, as he gasps and paints your throat. you swallow every last drop, then pull off, pressing a gentle kiss to the red and swollen tip.

you sit back on your heels and look up at him, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. a smile crosses your lips. “ready for dinner baby?”

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temos-era · 3 years

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The Angel In Their Eyes

Officer Ronnie Peterson x Paul Sevier x Fem Reader

Words: 5.6k

Summary: A threesome with your husband and his best friend sounded like a good idea at the time...

Tags/CW: Threesome - F/M/M, Power Dynamics/Power Play, Established Relationship, Reader Is Married to Ronnie, Praise Kink, Degradation, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Oral Sex (m&f), PIV Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, BDSM-ish, Ronnie Is Soft!Dom, Paul is Hard!Dom, Spitroasting, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, No M/M, Food Play-ish, Jealousy, Paul Is In Love With Reader, Angst/Fluff/Smut

Notes: This is without a doubt the smutest smut I have ever written... And while this is mostly as a one-shot for those of you that have read Late Night Patrol this *could* be considered a continuation of that story too...

Availible under the cut and on AO3 & Wattpad

Shamefully flushed, you stole a moment away to compose yourself.

The boys always had a way of working you up and getting underneath your skin.

“You okay, Angel?” your husband questioned with curious intent as he joined you in the kitchen.

You hummed in response, pursing your lips. “Mm-hmm. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Ronnie’s shoulders shrugged. “You look tense.” His gaze locked on you as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “You know we're only joking, right?”

“I know,” you replied quickly, avoiding eye contact as you created work for your idle hands.

You never had an issue with their teasing. The boys had done it for as long as you could remember, but you’d be lying if you didn’t acknowledge that it ignited a particular unspeakable response in you - a response you’d never dare act upon...

Before you knew it, Ronnie’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, encircling your body in his as he stood behind you, nestling his chin against your neck.

“You like it, don’t you?” he prompted, breathing the question hot against your neck as he nipped at the skin slightly. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how your breath hitched and your skin grew hot when sitting between Paul and me.”

Your body froze.

“Admit it. You want it. Both of us."

You pulled back, eyes wide. “Ronnie. He’s your best friend.”

“Exactly. He doesn’t threaten me,” Ronnie reassured, his face deadpan. “Plus, he looks just like me, and doesn’t that turn you on? The thought of two of me fucking you?”

Nervously, you chewed on your bottom lip, lost in your thoughts as you considered the possibility. Paul Sevier was your close friend, the best man at your wedding, and was indeed the doppelganger of your husband.

Of course, the thought had crossed your mind on occasion, but it was a mere fantasy, not something you ever felt compelled to make reality and certainly not something you ever expected Ronnie to suggest.

“Are you being serious?”

“You don’t have to. It’s just an idea,” Ronnie clarified. “But yes, I’m serious.”

Your mouth twisted before settling into a smirk. “Okay, I’m interested.”

Ronnie cocked his head, grinning as he embraced you. “So, you think you can handle us both?” he whispered, his eyes narrowing. “My greedy girl.”

Your hands caressed the small of his back as you glanced up at him. “And what makes you think Paul would be interested?”

“Well, you know there’s a reason he’s not found anyone,” Ronnie divulged. “He’s hung up on a certain someone… ”

“Oh,” you mouthed, the realization dawning on your face. “So, Paul gets what he wants, and I get to fulfill my fantasy, but what do you get from this?”

“A happy wife and a live-action porno,” Ronnie smiled. “It’ll be just like watching myself fuck you, and, plus, what better birthday gift could we give Paul than a taste?”

Without further ado, you both made your way into the lounge, singing ‘Happy Birthday’ loudly as Paul shifted in his seat and tittered with unease. His eyes grew uncontrollably wide, and his pupils dilated as he swallowed the lump in his throat, watching in nervous disbelief as you kneeled before him, birthday cake in hand.

“Make-a-wish,” you prompted with a devilish grin as Ronnie watched from the threshold.

Doing as told, Paul closed his eyes momentarily and blew the candles out. “Thank you,” he smiled, glancing at you briefly before averting his gaze towards the cake. “Did you make this yourself?”

You nodded. “Red velvet with vanilla frosting. Your favorite, right?”

“Yeah, it looks great. I can’t wait to taste it.”

“She tastes better,” Ronnie murmured from across the room, catching Paul’s attention as he approached. “You should take a bite.”

“Excuse me?”

You sat back on your heels, seductively running a finger through stray frosting as Ronnie crouched beside you.

“Paul, you know I love her more than anything in the world,” Ronnie began. “And, I don’t make this decision lightly, but there’s no one else I trust to do this with.”

“Do what?” Paul asked, watching wide-eyed and slack-jawed as Ronnie took your frosted coated fingers into his mouth.

“What Ronnie’s trying to say… ” you purred as his tongue swirled around your fingers, sucking gently. “...is that we’d like you to join us in the bedroom.”

Paul’s body stiffened at the suggestion as he swallowed dryly, unable to wet his parched throat. “What?” he croaked in disbelief. “Are you sure?”

Ronnie’s mouth left your fingers with wet ‘pop.’ “One rule,” he declared. “Her cunt is mine, and mine alone. Isn’t that right, Angel?”

You nodded in agreement. “Only my husband gets to fuck my pussy,” you affirmed, causing Ronnie to pull your body against his, claiming your mouth with a voracious hunger as Paul watched on helplessly.

“Such a good girl,” Ronnie groaned, pulling away breathless. “Now, go and see the Birthday boy.”

You licked your lips, swiping another fingerful of frosting before placing the cake on the coffee table and rising to your feet.

Paul’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he watched you approach him. He kept his features deceptively composed as his mouth parted from the sight of you. Pretty and eager and all for him - a Birthday wish come true.

“Would you like a taste, Paul?” you questioned, displaying the frosting on your fingertips as you moved to place your knees on either side of his body, straddling him.

He nodded greedily, leaning back in his seat. “Please.”

You flashed a coy smile and ran a finger of frosting over his lower lip before swiftly leaning forward and sucking it off keenly as if you were famished. In all honesty, you had expected to feel more anxious, more timid, but there was something about Paul that made you feel at ease.

Perhaps it was his uncanny resemblance to your husband? Still, as your tongue licked at the seam of Paul’s mouth, forcing an entry effortlessly, you wondered how far their similarities would continue in the bedroom.

Deepening the kiss, Paul’s hands groped your pert ass and forcefully pulled you against him. The growing erection beneath you communicating his exact desires as he snaked his tongue into your mouth, and for a brief moment, you lost yourselves in one another.

“Do you like that, Angel?” Ronnie questioned from behind, reminding you of his presence as he brushed the hair from the back of your neck and placed hot, all-consuming kisses against your skin.

“Mm-hmm,” you murmured as you arched your back, pulling away from Paul’s kiss as you began to stimulate both men simultaneously. “I want you both… badly.”

You rocked your hips firmly against the restricted bulge in Paul’s pants as your hand reached behind you and rubbed at Ronnie’s growing erection, causing a chorus of male moans to engulf the room.

“Paul. Don’t be a fucking tease.” Ronnie berated with jagged breath as he began to remove his clothing. “Take her dress off.”

Without hesitation, Paul delicately worked to remove the thin fabric from your body as your head loled backward against your husband’s chest. You moaned softly as Ronnie sucked bruising marks of ownership against your skin.

“Fuck. You’re so, so, ex...exquisite,” Paul stammered as he gazed at your lingerie-clad body before blowing his cheeks out with a heavy breath to compose himself. You were everything he had ever wanted.

“Don’t be shy, Paul,” you whispered against his ear seductively as your hand reached past the opening of his mustard-colored shirt, touching his warm skin. “Have your way with me.”

Paul shot a hopeful glance toward Ronnie, seeking approval from his best friend before continuing. “Are you sure this is okay? She is your wife, after all.”

“Just remember that fact, and you’ll be fine,” Ronnie warned as he worked to free your breasts from the confines of your bra, causing you to shudder with excitement. “And, this is what you want, Angel?”

You nodded. “Please.”

The magnitude of varying sensations enraptured your mind, body, and soul as Ronnie’s hands molded around the swell of your tits, teasing your nipples into taut peaks with his fingertips before relinquishing his hold and sitting back on his heels.

“She’s all yours, friend.”

A flush of anticipation flooded your senses as Paul’s eyes flickered with a burning desire, and in one swift, unexpected motion, you found yourself on your back.

“I always knew you were an insatiable little slut,” Paul taunted, grasping your wrists in one hand, leaving you powerless as he held them above your head. “So desperate to please your husband. It’s almost pathetic.”

You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips as Paul looked down at you, his body on top of yours. The change in his demeanor unanticipated but welcomed.

“Tell me. Does she follow instructions, Ronnie? Or do we have to force her?”

“If she wants to come, she’ll do as she’s told.”

Paul smirked from the intel. His gaze meeting yours through the thin frames of his spectacles as he let go of your wrists. “Now, be a good little slut and get my cock out.”

You licked your lips and eagerly began unbuckling Paul’s belt, dragging his pants down to mid-thigh before slipping your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and allowing his heavy cock to bob free.

Instantly, your eyes grew lustful. Long, thick, flushed, and already dripping with pre-cum, you were almost disappointed you wouldn’t get to experience Paul’s fat cock in your pussy.

“Suck it,” Ronnie directed, his voice low in his throat. His breathy instruction caused you to glance over at him, your lips parting at the view.

You watched with hungry eyes as your husband stroked his length, slowly working his fist under his swollen head as the veins on his shaft bulged and shifted with every gentle upstroke.

“Eyes on me, Sweetheart,” Paul snarled as his free hand grasped at your jaw, forcing your attention toward him, your pupils dilating at the sight of his naked body.

Your breath hitched, and a sudden flush of warmth spread from between your legs as you parted your lips and took Paul into your mouth. The saltiness of his pre-cum filled your senses immediately as your tongue danced around the fleshy tip of his head, lapping it up gladly.

The taste of him was different. Not worse, nor better, just unfamiliar. Ronnie was without a doubt sweeter, but your mouth only grew wetter from the small appetizer Paul’s pre-ejaculate gave.

“Go on, Angel,” Ronnie grunted with encouragement. “Gag on his cock. Show him how good you are.”

You knew better than to glance at your husband, but you could feel his gaze on you, watching intently as your lips strained to wrap around another man's throbbing erection. You knew Ronnie was observing with bated breath as the scene unfolded before him, imagining the soft glide of your lips around his shaft as he worked his length.

Fluttering your eyelashes, you looked up at Paul as you enveloped him into the heat of your mouth. Slowly, you started to drag your lips up and down his length, pulling a strangled moan from his chest as you hummed happily around him.

You weren’t sure if it was Paul’s cock in your mouth of the thought of Ronnie fucking himself beside you, but you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, desperate to create some friction to soothe the constant pulsing between your legs.

“Ffff-fuck. You were made for this, weren’t you?” Paul rasped as he raked a hand through your hair, watching with a hooded gaze as he thrust himself into your mouth. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you? Dirty slut.”

You moaned around him, signaling your agreement as spit pooled at the corners of your mouth. With that, Paul quickened his pace, fucking your throat in earnest as you greedily sucked, slurped, and gagged on his cock.

His breath grew thin and ragged as you hollowed your cheeks and tightened the hold around him, the vacuum-like sensation causing his member to twitch against your tongue.

“Oh. Oh, f-fuckk,” Paul stammered, his head falling back as his eyes fluttered closed. “I’m, I’m-a cum.”

The sound of sharp stuttered gasps and grunts escaped his lips as a gush of hot cum hit the back of your throat, a stifled yell tearing from his chest as you greedily swallowed the salty mix down.

Pleased with yourself, you smirked as Paul pulled his sensitive cock from your mouth before glancing over at your husband.

“Oh, Ronnie,” you cooed, gazing at him with doe-eyes as he continued to slide his hand up and down his shaft. “Look at you. Look at your big cock. I wanna taste you too.”

Ronnie’s eyes widened, his face softening. “Yy-yeah?” He questioned hopefully.

“Yeah,” you purred with a loving smile as Ronnie approached.

“Christ. You really are a cum-hungry-slut,” Paul scoffed. “Is she always like this?”

“O-ooh-oh, yeah… “ Ronnie stammered between grunts as your sultry lips wrapped around his aching cock. “... Fff-filthy whore likes getting fucked in police cruisers and hotel balconies. Always so… fucking... insatiable."

Paul groaned at the information, a mixture of jealousy and disbelief overwhelming him as he evaluated the challenges of your carnal desires. “Hmm,” he pondered. “Let’s see how many times we can make this greedy whore cum, Ronnie.”

His words caused you to moan around your husband’s cock. The threat of infinite orgasms a tantalizing prospect as Paul began to move down your body. He was determined to demonstrate his abilities and show you everything you had been missing out on as he placed rough, hungry kisses upon your inner thighs.

His touch was cruel but painfully enticing as he moved towards your core, rubbing teasingly at your clothed pussy. Your needy whimpers were muffled by Ronnie as he fucked himself rhythmically into your mouth. The vibration of each of your moans around his cock was just enough to push him over the edge as his hips canted forward.

“Aghhh-fuuuck-g-good wife,” Ronnie gasped, carefully wrapping a hand around the back of your head as he spilled himself down your throat. His thrust stuttered as he watched with satisfaction as you gladly swallowed him down before removing his spent member from the warmth of your mouth.

“Love you,” you murmured with a coy smile as Ronnie knelt beside you, his breaths slowing as he kissed your lips tenderly.

“Dirty cum-dumpster,” Paul rasped, causing you to quiver from the heat of his breath against your folds as he tauntingly pulled tight at the material of your panties.

You let out a whine and bucked your hips toward him as a yearning tore through your body. “Please, Paul,” you begged. You were helpless and frustrated; you needed your release.

“So desperate,” he taunted as he slowly removed your underwear.

Your skin grew hot and feverish from the vulnerability before a surprised yelp escaped you. Paul grabbed at your legs and ruthlessly spread you wide open, just for him. He paused for a moment and marveled at the sight of your dripping pussy before dancing a finger along your folds, gathering your slick.

“That pretty little cunt of yours is so warm and wet,” Paul remarked, causing a pleasured ache to flood through you.

“Do the two of us really make you that excited, Angel?” Ronnie questioned with bright, curious eyes as he stroked at your hair affectionately.

You bit your lip and nodded, your eyes pleading up at your husband. “Please, Ronnie,” you mewled. “I wanna come. Tell him how I like it, please.”

Before Ronnie had a chance to respond, you let out a high-pitched cry as Paul spread your pussy lips apart and spat on the throbbing nub of your clitoris. Your body convulsed from the sensation, the blood rushing to your core as Paul lowered his head and licked at your spread cunt with his warm tongue.

“Fucck!” you shrieked, arching your back in response as your eyes glanced down at the broad expanse of Paul’s chest between your legs.

“You like that, cumslut?”

“Yy-yess!” you gasped, overwhelmed by Paul’s insatiable hunger for information.

“What about this?”

Paul’s eyes watched your body intently as he pushed two fingers at your entrance, exploring with a curious fascination. You sucked in the air sharply; your slicked cunt squelching around his digits as he pumped into you. Captivated, he noted how each twist and turn of his hand caused a different reaction from you, both internally and externally.

You were lost in a wave of euphoria as a series of large, strong hands roamed over your body. You had never felt so desired; as Paul massaged your inner walls, Ronnie placed lusty kisses against your neck and palmed at your breasts, causing soft moans to escape you.

“God, I love hearing you enjoy yourself,” Ronnie murmured, flicking his tongue over one of your sensitive nipples, your body shuddering. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

You moaned in agreement, your hips jerking forward as Paul’s fingers curled upwards to grate against your g-spot, the sensation creating a fire in your abdomen.

“Ronnie,” Paul exasperated. “She needs restraining. I can’t get her off if she keeps moving.”

A refrained chuckle escaped Ronnie. “I have just the thing.” He smiled and gently pressed his lips against your forehead before leaving the room momentarily.

You exhaled deeply, a flush of anticipation overcoming you as Paul crawled up your body, placing hot kisses against your stomach and tits as he went.

You were so lustful that you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking against his erection. He was, so, so close to your entrance; you both knew that one roll of his hips, one quick thrust, and he’d be buried deep in your cunt - the one sexual act forbidden between you both.

“Look at you, grinding against me,” Paul breathed against your neck, brushing the hair from your ear. “You’re really desperate for it, aren’t you?”

Your body stiffened; you knew he wasn’t wrong. “W-we can’t,” you stuttered nervously—the sound of Ronnie returning, catching both of your attention.

“Hmm. Well, let’s show your husband how to really make you cum,“ Paul whispered with a smirk, your eyes widening in disbelief. “And remember, don’t scream my name too loudly... we wouldn’t want to upset that ego of his.”

With that, Paul returned to your cunt, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes as the sudden warmth of his plush lips on your folds forced a choked gasp to escape you. He darted his tongue at your entrance before dragging up, his nose grazing your clit on the way as he licked meticulous circles against your sensitive bud.

“Wrists,” Ronnie prompted with a suggestive grin - cuffs and lube in hand.

You shook your head, eyes pleading upward. “No, Ronnie. Please. I promise I’ll be good and stay still,” you implored, your legs shaking from Paul’s continued attention; you were getting close. “I-I wanna be able to touch you both.”

Ronnie cocked his head in consideration, his brows furrowing from behind his horn-rimmed glasses - you were always his weakness. “Fine, but you’ve gotta control yourself.”

You nodded in response, drawing your lower lip between your teeth in an attempt to restrain your movements, but Paul’s hands and mouth were relentless. The pressure of his tongue, the suction of his lips, the rhythm of his fingers as they penetrated your core created an overwhelming experience.

All of that mixed with Ronnie’s touch caused a coiling tension in your stomach; you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing as the pressure inside of you built.

“Paul, I-”

Your eyes squeezed tight as you leaned against Ronnie’s chest, your hand gripping his in support. You felt your toes curl and a shiver travel up your spine as your hips started to buck against Paul’s face, your breath coming in sharp pants.

“Aah fffuck…Paul, I-”

“That’s it, almost there,” Paul drawled, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he rubbed at your throbbing clit. His eyes mesmerized by your sweet little hole as it started to clamp around his fingers, watching with glee as you began to crumble from his handiwork.

Your hips stuttered, your vision blurred, your nails penetrated the skin on Ronnie’s hand before you let go completely. Your whole body shook. Every exhale was a sob as the force of your orgasm flash-flooded your senses. You felt something cataclysmic burst inside of you, a sensation you’d never felt before.

“Oh, yes! Good fucking girl,” Paul shouted in astonishment, his glasses askew on his flushed face as your cunt gushed, squirting clear liquid against his hand.

“What?... Are you?... Did he?!” Ronnie gasped, amazed and envious at the sight of you squirting. It was something he hadn’t been able to achieve yet. “… How?!” He demanded, glaring at Paul.

“Angles, Ronnie.”

You let out breathy, unrestricted murmurs of Paul’s name, too blissed out to maintain any filters between your brain and mouth as your walls continued to spasm and contract.

“Hey! She’s my wife,” Ronnie barked, jaw clenching. “You don’t get to blow her mind like that. That’s my job.”

Paul’s mouth set in a hard line as he analyzed the situation, quickly discerning the issue. “Oh. You mean, you haven’t?” he questioned, surprised. “Have you not? Really?”

You sat up and looked between the two men, sensing the tense atmosphere as your husband pursed his lips in frustration. “Ronnie… “ you purred, reaching your arm out toward him. “Come here.”

He drew in a long, exasperated breath and sat beside you. His body stiffened as you climbed on top of him, pressing soft kisses against his jaw. “Maybe this was a bad idea,” Ronnie whispered, discouraged, his shoulders slouching.

“No,” you reassured before glancing at Paul and signaling him to move closer. “Best friends help each other out. Isn’t that right, Paul?”

“Of course.”

With the boys sat beside each other, you shifted to straddle a thigh of each of them. “I love you,” you cooed at Ronnie, dispelling his fears as you sucked on his bottom lip before removing his glasses. “And, I like you,” you purred towards Paul, melting your lips against his as you removed his spectacles too. “My gorgeous boys.”

A shudder of pleasure surged throughout your body as you rocked your cunt against their thighs. The friction pulling a mewl from your chest as each of the boys fondled your breasts. They tweaked your pebbled flesh with their fingertips as their mouths kissed and sucked various locations on your body.

“Our beautiful girl,” they murmured in sync as you closed your eyes and moaned. The sensation of their touch filled you with an urgent lust. You were in seventh heaven and getting so, so desperate for the two of them.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you cried. “I need you both inside of me.”

They turned to face each other, their brown eyes lighting up with excitement before gazing back at you. “Do you think you can take us both?” Ronnie questioned.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out...” you tempted with a seductive wink as you clambered off of them and swiped the bottle of lube from the coffee table—your husband and his best friend hot on your heels as you headed towards the bedroom.

In one swift, harsh movement, you found yourself head down, ass up, and hands cuffed behind your back. “You like being used by the two of us?” Ronnie taunted.

“She’s a cock-craving slut,” Paul chastised, marveling at the pucker of your ass as he spread your cheeks wide and inserted two lubed fingers into your tight entrance.

You whined as a thudding pressure rocketed through your passage, your body jerking forward from the sensation of the cool, silky gel. You felt entirely exposed, all their attention focussed on you and the tight pucker of your ass as it yielded to the intrusion of Paul’s digits.

“Such a pretty hole,” Ronnie admired. “Are you gonna be a good little fucktoy and let Paul destroy your ass while I fuck your pussy?”

“Please. Please, I’ll beg, I’ll do anything you wan-”

You were interrupted by the sharp, stinging strike of a hand on the soft flesh of your backside; your words replaced by a yelp as your eyes welled, uncertain whose hand delivered the smack.

“Be patient, whore. I’m not going to fuck you dry, no matter how much you beg,” Paul hissed before directing Ronnie toward your front. “Shut her up with your cock or something while I finish prepping her.”

Your husband’s heavenly whiskey-colored eyes gazed down at your restricted body. “You’re so beautiful when you’re all flushed and wanting.”

You were convinced you could lose yourself in his adoring eyes - lose yourself in him. He was your world, and you were going to be, oh, so good for him as he slowly guided his cock into the heat of your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his head, sucking desperate breaths through your nostrils as your pussy cried out for him, yearning for the fat stretch of his cock.

“You ready?” Paul questioned as your body tensed slightly at the feel of the cold lube against your crack as he nudged the tip of his member at your aching hole.

You bobbed your head against Ronnie’s cock, conveying your desire and need to be filled as you pushed backward.

“Easy. I don’t want to hurt you,” Paul reassured, his familiar compassionate nature showing. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?

You hummed in acknowledgment, his considerate words alleviating all of your apprehension. You drew in a deep breath, allowing your body to relax as Paul eased himself into the sensitive cluster of nerves.

“You’re doing so well, Angel,” Ronnie praised, distracting you from the burning stretch as he watched your tight, little ass surrender to Paul’s girth. His hips bucking as your whines vibrated around his cock.

A deep grunt echoed in Paul’s chest as he continued to sink slowly into your clenched passage, his hips rolling gently when met with resistance, and eventually, you moaned out together when Paul seethed himself to the hilt.

“That’s it,” he groaned, grasping at your cuffed wrists to anchor himself as he started to gently fuck your ass. “Take it all, you greedy little fuckhole.”

The pressured penetration ignited a fire throughout your body, a needy, desperate burning that was all-consuming, and you wanted more. Your hands ached with the desire to touch and explore as they strained against the cool metal of Ronnie’s police-issued cuffs.

“You like sucking my cock, while he fucks you from behind?” Your husband grunted through thrusts as your slick, plumped lips sucked and drooled around him before popping off his length.

“I need you. I need your fat cock in my pussy,” you begged with desperation. “Fuck me until I can’t think, both of you. Please!”

Not one to deny you of your pleasured demands, Ronnie repositioned himself on the bed, leaning back against the headboard as Paul paused in his movements, panting as he pulled out and steadied himself.

“Is she on birth control?” he breathed as Ronnie freed your wrists from the constraints of his cuffs and moved you to straddle his hips.

“Yeah… for now,” Ronnie smirked knowingly, a hint of things to come as he merged his soft lips against yours and caressed your neck with his hand. “Why? Your not… “

Paul relinquished the hold on your hips and held his hands up. “No. Just ensuring the correct precautions are in place, that’s all. Her pussy is yours; I get it.”

Ronnie didn’t have a chance to respond as you suddenly brushed your dripping, wet cunt against his thick length, a whimper escaping him. “Shut up and fuck me,” you purred, lowering your mouth to his as you drew his lower lip between your teeth and tugged on it slightly.

“And aren’t you impatient,” he teased before grasping at your waist and pulling you closer. “So desperate to be filled up.”

Your breath hitched in anticipation as he pressed his hard, throbbing cock at your entrance, the sensation causing a sudden flush of warmth rushing to your core. Your body arched in response, eager for him to join his body with yours.

Then, with one hard roll of his hips, he entered your wet heat, and a collective moan filled the room, your head lolling backward in pleasure as he stretched you out. Your body rocked against his cock, easing him in and out of you slowly as you gasped for air, taking pleasure in every hot leisurely slide of him against your walls.

“You feel so fucking good,” you groaned, your thighs clenching around Ronnie as you bounced yourself on his cock, aching for more. “Fuck my ass, Paul,” you cried out. “I wanna be a dirty little slut for you.”

When you felt Paul’s expert hands spread you wide from behind and the cool, familiar gel against your skin, you began to question if your body could even handle another cock. The stretch of Ronnie was as overwhelming and heart-stopping as always; you couldn’t imagine two cocks seated deep in each orifice.

“Ready?” Paul queried before you murmured a breathy ‘yes’ in response.

He slowly pushed his girthy cock into your tight entry, watching how your body responded as he filled you up, inch by inch. You choked back the cry that was forced from your chest as Paul sheathed himself in you fully, your head resting against your husband’s chest in need of support and comfort.

"Relax, Angel. You’re doing perfectly,” Ronnie soothed, planting feather-like kisses against your temple. You were thankful that both men had paused in their movements to allow your body a moment to adjust to the stretch - you had never felt so full.

Gradually, you started to raise up Ronnie’s cock, his hands guiding you by the waist as you bobbed on his length, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh. “Mmmhm-it’s, feel s-so g-good,” you stammered, mouth agape and eyes pinched shut.

“Ride me. Slowly, that’s it,” Ronnie encouraged as Paul pumped in gentle tandem.

Growing in confidence, enjoyment, and satisfaction. You started to snap your hips with more vigor as you gyrated against Ronnie’s cock. Paul’s hands moved to grasp the back of your neck as he followed your lead, penetrating your ass in rhythm with your hips; his eyes glued on how wide he was stretching your tight, little hole as Ronnie fucked your pussy from underneath.

“Fuck. Look at you taking both our cocks,” Paul cursed loudly, thrusting his pelvis in an unrelenting tempo as you squirmed beneath him. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Your movements caused Ronnie to moan out against your skin as he bucked up into your heavenly cunt, the sound of smacking flesh surrounding the room. “You look so beautiful when being fucked by us.”

You let out a sweet whimper. They were both so deep in you that you could’ve sworn you felt them in your throat. You were overwhelmingly stuffed, but the fullness was delicious. It was intense, yet satisfying as if you were getting the best of both worlds all at once. That when Ronnie snaked a hand between your bodies, brushing delicately against your clit you almost combusted.

“Oh-my-fucking-God!” His soft, broad twirling movements tightened into swift circles, right where he knew you needed them as you felt yourself dissolve into pleasure, and Ronnie saw it. “Please! Both of you, make of cum!”

They quickened their pace, fucking your holes in a frenzied manner; all of you now desperately chasing that sweet, sweet release of undeniable pleasure.

“Jeeesus fuck. Jjj-just like that!” You wailed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your body began to quake; you swore you saw stars as the pressure started to build - your body being pulled tight like a bowstring.

“Cum for us, Sweetheart,” Paul grunted, his hips stuttering as he felt his impending orgasm brewing.

There was so much pressure, so much penetration and stimulation that you couldn’t stop yourself from falling apart. Unable to handle the overwhelming sensations any longer, you let go and orgasmed loudly.

You were all feverish cries and jagged moans, unsure whose name you were moaning as your pussy gushed and clenched, your silky ridges gripping and contracting against Ronnie’s cock as you rode your high.

“Ohh, fuck. I’m gonna come-!” Ronnie sputtered, sucking a sharp breath through his teeth, unable to stop himself as your walls spasmed and fluttered around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed.

Your knees began to buckle as Paul grasped hard on your hips. “Say my name,” he begged. “Tell me you love me-my, uh, cock.”

“Yes, Paul. Fuck me. Cum in my ass; I love your big cock!”

Your words sent him catapulting into his crescendo. Shattered breaths and broken grunts escaped him as he reached his climax, emptying himself inside of you before swiftly pulling out and collapsing beside you.

The room was silent as you laid between both men, all of your chests heaving as you greedily sucked in breaths. You were completely blissed out, the feeling indescribable as you came down from the most intense and mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

“That was… “ you murmured, unable to find the words as you pressed breathless kisses of gratitude against each of the boys’ lips before nestling into your husband's embrace.

“Such a good little wife,” Ronnie hummed before you both gave in to exhaustion.

And as you slept soundly in Ronnie’s arms, making it clear where your heart was aligned - Paul laid beside you wide awake, analyzing the events from earlier. He knew there was no use in denying it; he was in love with you - his best friend's wife, and there was no coming back from what had just happened.

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