#officer ronnie peterson x reader

[jynzandtonic]

Ooooo how would any/all of the boys react to turning 40???

*Sigh* 40 is a damn fine age. Please accept these snaccs:

Charlie Barber: Henry's all set up to stay with his cousins for the week so you two can get away to the little villa he's booked in Tuscany for the two of you. You'll have the whole time to drink red wine, make homemade pasta, and fuck in the sunshine on the deck off the master bedroom.

Clyde Logan: He feels so damn lucky to be alive, to be with you. Growin' up with Jimmy, two tours in Iraq, all his adventures and misadventures, and he's finally settled down with you and happy as can be. All he wants is to sit with ya on the porch swing and watch the sunset with a beer in hand—but he won't say no to the butterscotch cake ya baked him.

Adam Sackler: Can't really believe he's fuckin' forty. He promises to put some of his commercial money in an IRA and take enough of a break from acting for a little staycation to fuck on every surface of your apartment together.

Flip Zimmerman: You sure you don't want to have a baby, sugar?

Phillip Altman: Perpetual man child. He offers to get matching cougar tattoos with you.

Rick Smolan: Motorcycle tour of Vietnam together, letting you take photos on his DSLR while you ride on the back of his bike.

Ronnie Peterson: Cabo San Lucas with you and all your friends. He wants to drink daiquiris, sing karaoke, and maybe get a sunburn at a nude beach!

#adam sackler #clyde logan #charlie barber #rick smolan #flip zimmerman #phillip altman #officer ronnie peterson #adam sackler x reader #charlie barber x reader #clyde logan x reader #ronnie peterson x reader #rick smolan x reader #phillip altman x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #adcu #jyn z snaccs #jynzandtonic writes

[hopeamarsu]

Whumptober Day 8: Everything Hurts and I'm Dying

Whumptober masterlist

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. 

#Mwhumptober #whumptober 2022 #whumptober2022 #ronnie peterson #ronnie peterson x reader #officer ronnie peterson #the dead don't die fanfiction #nro.8 #back from the dead #fic #zombie apocalypse #whump #hopeamarsu

[glassbxttles]

Hi, Cece! May I please request: Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection from Prompts List #5 for Ronnie. Thank you! 💕

Let me just say, I love this and I love you 🥺 about just peed myself seeing your user in my asks.

I love fluffy/angsty things so I hope I did you justice for this 💕

Hands touching thighs, skin on skin. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have Ronnie in your life. His smile was a mile wide as he dipped down to capture yet another kiss. It pulled your own smile out, leaning your forehead against his as you breathed.

Your heart felt so full every time you were around him. His heart was three times as big when he was around you. His breath was fanning out over your face as his chest rose and fell with every happy breath he took.

You didn’t feel the need to rush anything. You didn’t need anything more than this. Kissing and smiling. Feeling Ronnie’s hand run up the bare skin of your arm, causing goosebumps in their wake. “I love you, pumpkin. Everything I’ve ever needed.” He whispered to you, heart eyes on full display.

You searched his face for any sign of wavering, thinking that maybe this was just way too good to be true. “I love you too.” Your voice was soft and light, just the way he needed it to be. His fingers dropped down to your hip, drawing small circles as he dips his head down to press a kiss against your collarbone— just relishing the fact that he can touch your skin, hold you, kiss you, whenever he wants— you were his and he was yours.

Your fingers were playing in his hair, holding him to your body with as much feeling as he was pouring out into you. If a few tears slipped down your cheeks, you wouldn’t tell him. You wiped them away just as fast as they fell. You didn’t want anyone to know you were crying because you just loved him so much.

And then you were kissing again, his glasses fogging up slightly from your breath and his. Your noses bumping each other’s with little giggles coming from one another. He’s pushing you down to your back, fitting himself between your legs and hugging around your waist as he nuzzled into you. Just happy and content to be in your arms.

#glassbxttles adcu #ronnie is a sweetheart #ronnie x pumpkin #officer ronnie peterson x reader #ronnie peterson x reader #officer ronnie peterson #heres this cute lil bit #lil flower boy ronnie

[kylo-reid]

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?”

#officer ronnie peterson #kylo-reid works #ronnie peterson #ronnie peterson smut #ronnie peterson fluff #the dead don’t die #officer ronnie peterson smut #officer ronnie peterson fluff #officer ronnie peterson x you #ronnie peterson x you #ronnie peterson x reader #officer ronnie peterson x reader

[commanderbensolo]

Masterlist

So here is my masterlist, I’m making one since I write a lot of fics and It can be quite difficult to find them on my blog since I reblog so much stuff everyday. My prompts list is also on here as well, and I will do my best to update this list as soon as possible whenever I write. 

Last updated: 29/7/2020

Prompts List

Kylo Ren 

One-shots and Imagines

Star Wars Universe

I Don’t Want To Lose You 

Get Back Down Here and Kiss Me 

Conflict

I Don’t Want To Let You Go

Good Morning Beautiful

Modern!AU

Stolen My Heart

Headcanons

Star Wars Universe 

Nicknames 

Ben Solo

One-shots and Imagines 

Star Wars Universe 

I Really Like You

Solace

Tentative Kisses In The Dark 

Headcanons 

Star Wars Universe 

Ben Solo SFW Headcanons (pre-Kylo Ren)

Multi-Chaptered Fics 

Modern!AU

Study Buddies (WIP)

Flip Zimmerman

One-shots and Imagines

Get Used To This 

Silence and Bliss

Solo Triplets

One-shots and Imagines 

I Need You

Headcanons 

Triplet!Kylo SFW Headcanons

Triplet!Ben SFW Headcanons

Triplet!Matt SFW Headcanons

Paterson

One-shots and Imagines 

Promise

Five More Minutes

Adam Sackler

One-shots and Imagines 

Opinion

Wanna Grab A Coffee?

Come Here

You Know I Love You Right?

Multi-chapter fics 

Somewhere Along The Line (WIP)

Clyde Logan

One-shots 

Darlin’

#kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #charlie barber x reader #clyde logan x reader #officer ronnie peterson x reader #paterson x reader #solo triplets x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #masterlist #adam sackler x reader

[temos-era]

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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[jynzandtonic]

12 Days of Fluffmas - Day 6: Gift Giving

Ronnie Peterson x Reader

(cw: sex toys, Ronnie picks reader up) - inspired by this vid hehe

You know he’d never ask for it outright—it’s too big, too expensive, too ridiculous… and he’s much too bashful. Maybe that’s the exact reason you knew you had to save up and get it for him this year. You’d had it delivered during the day when he was working at the station and promptly concealed the humongous box it came in underneath nearly an entire roll of wrapping paper. It’s been torturing him under the Christmas tree every day since. And you knew it’d be exactly the present he’d make a beeline for on Christmas morning. 

“So, can I open it?” he asks. He’s wearing Baby Yoda pajama pants and an old baseball tee with sleep-mussed hair and glasses askew on his face.

“You can open it.”

He rips at the wrapping the moment you confirm, tearing away the festive paper and oversized bow to reveal the package beneath it.

“LEGO Millennium Falcon…” He reads the words slowly, shell-shocked. “Wait,” he says, an alarmed look on his face. “IS IT THE BIG ONE?”

“Yep,” you smile. “It’s the big one.”

“THE SEVEN-THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED PIECE ONE?”

“The seven-thousand six hundred piece one.”

He stares at you in disbelief and then lets out a loud whoop, running around in circles in the living room. Skidding to a halt in front of you, he scoops you up in a hug and twirls you around, planting a fat kiss on your lips when he sets you down.

His focus shifts back to the box and he drops to his knees in front of it. “Oh my god,” he pants. “Oh my god. I’m going to build it today. I’m going to build the whole thing today." He opens the giant box and pulls out the novel-sized instruction booklet.

“But wait! You have one more present from me!” You offer a much smaller gift to him.

“Is it LEGO related?”

“No, not LEGO related,” you smirk.

“Then what is it?” he asks, unwrapping the box and opening it to reveal a slightly less than palm-sized turquoise sphere with subtle buttons on the front. 

“Well, it’s the remote control to the vibrator I’m wearing,” you wink.

“Oh… Oh.” His eyes go wide as he studies the little gadget. “Wow, babe,” he says, flustered. A flush washes over his cheeks and he looks up at you earnestly. “This is great, but is it okay if I get started on the Falcon first?”

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[mrs-gucci]

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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[glassbxttles]

♡ Your flower shop was broken into on a Monday. The place was absolutely trashed and you sighed, digging out your phone to get someone here as soon as possible.

♡ Less than ten minutes later, the same lanky cop that came in to get one rose every Friday, right before closing, showed up. You assumed it was when his shift ended but you never failed to see him every week.

♡ You knew his name was Ronnie, from the credit card he used every time. But he introduced himself as Officer Peterson.

♡ He took your report and said that they’d take a look and gather what they can before the place can be cleaned up and you just let out a heavy sigh. You didn’t want to sit at home until their minute investigation was over.

♡ Officer Peterson must’ve realized that at your tension. “Why don’t we get you something to eat?” He suggested, turning them both towards the diner across the street.

♡ You two sat and had coffee with sandwiches. Worried by the unprofessionalism, you prompted him that you’d let him get back to work but he insisted. Taking care of the vics is part of the job, sweetheart. 

♡ You thanked Ronnie for lunch and parted ways with a handshake, and that following Friday he showed up to ask for another rose and maybe he brought you the sandwich you’d ordered from the diner earlier in the week.

♡ You two chatted for a bit and you found out that Ronnie has the really odd hobby of drying roses to put in his shadow boxes. He loves when he can find different colored ones. He gives them as gifts to his mom. You told him you always enjoyed when he came in, to visit or as a customer. You even invited him to come around more.

♡ Before he left he invited you out to lunch that Sunday. You agreed and you were pretty much inseparable from there. 

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[formerly-anonhamster]

Hello everyone! I just put together a really quick compilation of the doodle requests I got this year. It is pay for what you want so there’s no pressure to pay but anything is appreciated! Here’s the link to get it. I decide not to compress the files and make it into a zip because I’m lazy lol but PNG files are relatively small so I think it shouldn’t hurt your computer. Anyway there’s about 49 PNG worth of files! Of course the amount of characters are not equally balance just because some Adam Driver’s characters are more popular than others, but I think you guys will enjoy it anyways :) https://www.ko-fi.com/s/273396fdfb

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[commanderbensolo]

Requests are back open!

Please send me requests and prompts. I will do ships, headcanons and one-shots. I write for: 

-Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (my main man)

-Flip Zimmerman 

-Adam Sackler 

-Clyde Logan 

-Paterson 

-Paul Sevier (I have not seen the movie so it may not be accurate but I do know a lot about his character)

-Ronnie Peterson 

Go ahead y’all! 

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[temos-era]

Late Night Patrol

After a one-night stand, you return to work the following day to discover that last night’s bedmate; Ronnie Peterson is your new Chief of Police.

Despite your best efforts to avoid the temptation; you enter into a dangerous liaison when you agree to be his.

And, for the first time in your life, you feel like a criminal dancing with the Devil when you discover he’s not as innocent as you first presumed.

Officer Ronnie Peterson x Fem Reader

Word Count: 65, 828

Tags: PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Light Dom/Sub, PIV Sex, Oral Sex, Boss/Employee Relationship, Ronnie Peterson but Darker.

Chapters: 16/16

Read it on AO3 or Wattpad

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[glassbxttless]

Ronnie Peterson x f!Reader

Fluffmas Day 3: Baking Cookies

Word Count: 1,045

Warnings: mentions of wine

Ronnie pushes his glasses up, smiling in his Buffalo plaid pajama bottoms and worn in Greta Van Fleet t-shirt as he pulls out the milk and eggs from the refrigerator. He watches you climb on a step stool to pull out mixing bowls from the cabinet. He’s been excited all week for your baking night, a date you two had been planning together for what seems like a month.

Ronnie finds a whisk and helps you down off the stool, “what kind of cookies are we making?” He asks softly.

“I thought we’d make some sugar cookies and some gingerbread? Maybe some snickerdoodles.” You mumble and shrug as you both set everything that you’ll need out for the evening. He finds the timer and starts to preheat the oven for you as you begin to measure out ingredients. He may press his body up behind yours, press a kiss behind your ear, and wrap his arms around your body to help mix the dough up. You lean against his chest, strong and warm and everything you’ve ever imagined wanting for the rest of your life. Ronnie’s always so busy with work, you hardly ever have time to just relax together like this. You can feel the beating of his heart in his chest— beating just for you.

You throw some flour down on the counter, kneading the dough down happily. You’re guiding his hands this time, helping him knead it and roll it down flat. You’ve spent the last three days picking out cookie cutters and making icing. You’ve been wanting to spend this time with Ronnie for ages. And he’s smiling as you help him roll the dough down with the rolling pin. Your heart is bursting at the seams, especially when you watch Ronnie sneak a bit of the scraps into his mouth. He tries to cover his giggles so he doesn’t get caught, but you toss a few cookie batter scraps of your own into your mouth. “This is really good.” He smiles over at you, flour settling at the corner of his lips. You smile to yourself and nod.

“It is pretty good. We’re doing such a good job.” You tease as you place each of your cutout cookies onto a baking sheet, sliding it into the oven. Ronnie catches sight of the flour as you start the snickerdoodle batter. He may or may not have flicked a handful right down the front of the Star Wars t-shirt you’d stolen from his side of the closet. You gasp, turning to a giggling mess as you flick your own bit of flour onto his own body. Your kitchen is a mess, Ronnie is tossing flour and you’ve crushed an egg into his hair. He laughs, taking you in his arms as the timer goes off for the first batch of cutouts. You press a kiss against his lips, turning away from him to pull the baking sheet out of the oven. You place the cookies on a cooling rack, letting them cook off before you begin the extravaganza of decorating.

And you both spend the evening taking each of your cookies and decorating them as prettily as you can. You’ve made it a contest, you’ll call your parents in a few hours and ask them to pick their favorites. If it’s Ronnie’s, he picks the movie for the evening— if it’s yours, you pick the snacks. And then the gingerbread cookies are sitting in front of you ready to be decorated. You start building the house with all of the pieces you’ve baked together. Ronnie smiles, eggshells still in his hair as he delicately draws on what he hopes is the prettiest portions of icing details.

And when Ronnie wins your cookie decorating contest, he puts on the Grinch and helps you with your drinks. You both sit on the couch, curled up together under his favorite crocheted blanket. You snack on your freshly baked cookies and drink your hot cocoa. You think about substituting it for red wine instead, but Ronnie was just too excited to make it for you, special and perfect like he says. It’s a special and perfect night just right for baking cookies and drinking hot chocolate together. He lays back against the couch arm, pulling you against his chest. He adjusts his glasses and he drapes the blanket over your bodies again. “This has been such a perfect afternoon, pumpkin.” He mumbles against the top of your head, pressing gentle kiss after gentle kiss there. You nod. It has been the perfect afternoon. It’s been full of making memories with your favorite man and maybe the baked goods we’re definitely worth it too. You take a sip of the hot chocolate, Ronnie always tells you it’s better made with milk. And he’s put exactly seven mini marshmallows in the cup, a tradition he always does— adding one more for each holiday season you get to spend together. You watch his body shift, leaning up to grab one of your snickerdoodles from the platter on the coffee table. “You are really such a good baker.” He teases.

You laugh, leaning in to bite off a chunk of the cookie he had offered up to you. He owns your heart and after so many years, you still get to see him smile so wide at the thought of Christmas cookies and his special Christmas drinks. You get to watch him get so giddy during flour fights in the kitchen and you get to help him wash the eggs out of his hair after each laughing spat that you have. He smiles as he rubs your hip, humming along to The Who’s of Whoville and eating another cookie. He’s your whole world and he always will be. Nothing can ever change that, but something that makes you fall in love more every single season is the way he gets so happy to spend time with you. He feels so very lucky to be able to bake these stupidly delicious cookies and call you his partner. His heart bursts at the seams every time he remembers. The holiday season is for baking cookies with his love, and he’ll continue doing so for the next thirty years, if he’s lucky enough.

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