#ronnie peterson fluff
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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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Follower milestone celebration
Wow.
I woke up this morning to see I’ve reached a big milestone somewhere during the night. It feels very humbling to see so many people wanting to see what I do here, in my small corner of the internet.
Thank you ❤️🥺❤️ Thank you for being here and sharing this community and place. I’m so grateful you are here.
This calls for a small celebration I think. I was thinking if maybe we do requests for this? Yes, let’s do requests.
More info under the cut:
Requests will be open from today 31.7 until next Sunday 7.8 at midnight (GMT + 2). Please send me an ask (anon is totally fine also!) with a character and a theme/word/quote you’d like me to write. I’ll reblog a couple of lists to help out, but it doesn’t have to be from them.
Please also specify if you’d like angst/fluff/whump/smut etc or you can give me a wild card where I’ll see where the story will lead us 🤗
Characters I write for:
ADCU
Clyde Logan
Flip Zimmerman
Ronnie Peterson
Rick Smolan
Adam Sacker
Kylo Ren
PPCU
Frankie Morales
Pero Tovar
Marcus Pike
Triple Frontier
Will Miller
Benny Miller
Santiago Garcia
Characters outside of these are also something I could try, but please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like that.
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List 2
List 3
List 4
#milestone celebration#tumblr milestone#Hopeamarsu milestone celebration#adam driver character fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfiction#triple frontier fanfic#writing requests#writing request#if you’d like to request
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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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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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HERE'S THE OFFICIAL ASK BABE, YOU CAN SAVE IT FOR NEXT WEEK BUT HIT ME WITH THE RONNIE GOODNESS. That boy has a serious sweet tooth (fight me it's my own canon) and I want to hear about the VERY MOMENT that it dawned on him that he can eat things off of us whenever he wants. ALLOW ME TO SET THE SCENE. Friday night. The Mandalorian is back for season two and you're both FUCKING STOKED. Ice cream sundaes. You have a little something on the corner of your mouth and he leans in to kiss it away. 💜
A/N: LET ME JUST SAY... THIS FIC GIVES ME ALL THE FUCKIN’ FEELS I COULD POSSIBLY HAVE AND I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH THIS ADORABLE NERD NOW... @millenialcatlady THANK YOU FOR PUTTING THIS NUGGET IN MY HEAD AND THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO RUN WITH WHATEVER I PLEASED AS FAR AS IT ALL GOES! I LOVE YOU MY MUSE AND I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS TAKE ON YOUR AMAZING ASK!🖤
Warnings: food play, pregnancy, pregnant sex, tit sucking, cowgirl style, DIRTY TALK (the good kind), slight breeding kink, stuffing/creampies, Use of the word Daddy but not in the kink way, absolute fluff, absolute smut, just pure marital bliss
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Ronnie: Hey, honey. At the store picking up some things. Anything you want for dinner?
Y/N: Oh, babe, you read my mind. I would love some ice cream, chocolate sauce, cherries, the works… oh, and pickles!
Ronnie: LOL. Okay whatever you and my lil’ pumpkin want. I’ll be home in a little bit.
Y/N: We love you, daddy!
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You put the phone down to adjust your body on the couch, the further along you were getting, the harder it was to feel comfortable, let alone pretty. But Ronnie never failed to make you the happiest woman in the entire world. Always asking what you needed, rubbing every inch of your body when it ached, running baths to soothe you and your growing little one, and fucking you whenever you had the rush to eat him alive.
He always went out and got whatever you needed, even if it meant waking up from a dead sleep at four in the morning all because ‘the baby’ wanted some black olives that seemed to be missing from the pantry. He was so selfless that way and in every way. You thanked whatever entity over and over again that he and you had met at the diner that one day. Both ordering the same cheeseburger and milkshake for lunch, sitting across the way, shooting glances as his mouth devoured the meat like the carnivore he was, and then proceeding to do the same to you in his smart car not even thirty minutes later.
The both of you were inseparable at that point. Loving the same things, watching the same shows, eating the same foods. It was kismet in every single sense of the word and even more so when you found out that a carbon copy of you both was on the way.
You sat there, contemplating the last year, waiting for your knight in shining armor to arrive home with the good stuff, rubbing your protruding belly as your little girl flailed around like the deviant she was.
“I know sweetie,” you whispered to your bump, “daddy will be home in a little while,” glancing up as you heard the key turn in the lock.
“Hey, there ladies,” your grinning husband beamed as he saw you cuddled up on the couch waiting for him, “how’s my favorite girls?” he put the paper sack down and knelt between your legs, pulling your face to him with his large hands, kissing you with the sweetest effort he could muster.
“We’re good daddy,” you grinned, grabbing his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his shaven cheeks, admiring his soft pouted lips, “we missed you today.”
He sighed, bringing his hands to meet your bump, rubbing it to get his daughter’s attention, “I missed you girls too,” bending his head down to meet your clothed skin, kissing the baby, “So. Much.”
A series of flutters hit his hands as your daughter squirmed at his honeyed voice, “I think we’re slightly hungry, huh, baby girl,” he laughed as he felt more kicks pummel his fingers.
“God, yes we are,” you whined as he got up to pick up the sack and bring it to the kitchen, “comin’ right up ladies,” he smiled grabbing the stuff out of the bag and chuckling at your excitement when bringing the jar of dill pickles and a fork your way.
He kissed your forehead after taking the food, “I’m gonna make our sundaes after I get changed, okay honey?”
“Ronnie, I can make the food,” you said struggling to lift your body from your spot.
“Woah there mama,” he pushed you and your pickles back on the plush sofa, “I can do it. How about you queue up the show and put your feet up. I’ll rub ‘em when I sit down.”
“Honey I really wan-,”
“No,” he scolded, “you and my daughter relax while I get the menial tasks done that you shouldn’t bother yourself with. You’re the one doin’ all the hard work after all,” he grinned again, his glasses moving up his perfectly chiseled nose, displaying his precious dimples.
You prayed that your little girl would get those perfect features of his. The ambered eyes, the dark hair, the moles that littered his body. He was too damn perfect.
“Okay honey,” you sat back, balancing the jar on your belly as you shoved one pickle down your throat, rolling your eyes back into your head at the satisfaction of sustenance. He chuckled again, padding upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes as you got your weekly show ready for viewing.
He made his way down after changing into a pair of black joggers, and a grey t-shirt, the sight of him hopping down the stairs causing a warmth to radiate through your pussy. After a few minutes of cabinet opening, and fridge closing, he came into the room armed with the majestic concoctions he’d created for the both of you, grinning ear to ear at the sight of your doe eyes twinkling at the food.
“Babe,” you looked at him, “I love you so much, this looks amazing!”
“I thought you’d like all the fixings,” he grinned even wider, sitting down and handing your special sundae to which you located where the pickle jar had been.
He situated himself with an arm around you, and the sundae on his thigh, lifting the blanket you’d had over him so he could scoot even closer. After some rearranging, you pressed play on the show you’d decided on and devoured your ice cream as if you’d never had any your entire life.
Half an hour in you held the empty bowl, thinking about sitting up to put it on the coffee table. You started to strain up to put it there, when Ronnie noticed your movements before you could even put them to action, “honey, here,” gesturing his large hand to which you placed it in and he did the deed for you.
Sitting back after putting both bowls down, he threw his arm back around your shoulder, and the other to meet your belly, rubbing the spot as you laid your head between his neck. He looked down at the scene before him, smiling and kissing your crown, taking in the jasmine-scented shampoo that emanated from your gorgeous hair. Grinning yet again as he saw his unborn daughter writhe under his touch.
His eyes wandered to your plunging cleavage, where a stream of chocolate sauce had found its home. His eyes widened at the glimmer from it, thinking of how he’d love to cover you head to toe in the mixture and lick every single bit of it from your perfect skin. His loose cock straining in his joggers as he became restless at the thought of bending you over the couch and stuffing you fuller than you already were of him.
“Babe?” you looked up at his lust-blown eyes behind his glasses, “are you okay?” running your hand to brush his painful erection.
“What’s going on?” looking at him with concern, “do you need something?”
“Honey,” he calmly stared into your eyes, “I need to do something,” his lips fell into a pout.
“Okay?” you gestured, “what is it?”
“I need to fuck you,” he matter of factly said, gripping your belly with his hand.
Your lower stomach twisted in a knot, “o-okay babe, that’s fine with me,” you chuckled at his desperation.
“But I need to cover you,” he moved his hand to plunge in between your tits, the motion causing a gasp to leave your mouth, “with chocolate sauce,” he said showing you the amount that had found its way there in the first place.
You were fully on fire at this point, willing to let him cover you in anything he wanted to get him to fuck you good and hard.
“Get the bottle,” you gripped his forearm, pleading him to wreck you.
He jumped from the couch and ran to the kitchen to grab the large bottle of sauce, grinning like a fucking kid in a candy store. In the time he had grabbed it and run back, you were already completely undressed and sat upon the edge of the couch, tits, and belly protruding out as you arched your back towards him.
“Fuck, honey,” he beamed at your changed body, opening the bottle to drip it on your delicate skin, “you look fucking delicious,” watching the cascade of sweetness drip into the crevices of your breasts.
You sat there, completely dazed as your husband painted a mural on your tits, musing as he watched the chocolate cover your engorged peaches.
“Perfect,” he marveled, capping the bottle and setting it on the coffee table. He made quick to remove his shirt, displaying his thick body to which you shuddered at the sight.
“Suck my fuckin’ tits babe,” you mewled, falling to pieces as he brought his lips to your aching buds, sucking the life out of them as he situated himself between your legs kneeling before you on the couch again. His hands caressing your luscious pregnant curves, rubbing the sauce all over his face and your jugs.
“These fuckin’ tits,” he moaned, “they’re gonna be the death of me, honey,” removing his glasses as he devoured them, leaving no trace of chocolate as he finished his work.
He gazed at your blissed-out face, taking in the sounds you made and the way your lips parted as he made you fall apart over his gestures. His hand wandered down to your heat, feeling the wetness seeping out of your weeping cunt for him.
“So fuckin’ delicious,” he groaned, rubbing the skin with his middle finger.
“I want you to ride me, honey,” he begged with golden eyes.
You of course couldn’t resist his puppy dog pleading and made him lay back on the couch like the good boy he was.
“Take your pants of babe,” helping him undo his joggers as his large cock sprung free from its cage. Grabbing it in your soft hands and pumping it as he guided you onto his lap, your juicy thighs straddling either side of him. You let him help you guide your pussy to his tip, settling down as the shaft was covered by your walls as you sank down.
“Fuck, Ronnie,” you whined out, feeling every inch of him touch your fluttering pussy, “you make me feel so damn full babe.”
Undulating your hips on his lap, his hands gripping your sides with a bruising touch, rocking you back and forth on his body.
“Yeah, honey?” he panted, “you like bein’ all full of me don’t you?”
Thrusting up into your cunt, knocking on your tight cervix, releasing a piercing moan from your open mouth.
“Goddammit!” you screamed speeding up your motions, “I fucking love it so much!”
Your tits bouncing at his gyrations, your belly on display, it was almost too much for your poor husband. Your walls began to clench around him, signaling your orgasm, to which he moved his left hand down towards your throbbing clit. Rubbing tight little circles as he watched you unravel in front of him for the millionth time that night.
“That’s it, honey,” he growled, “fucking cum all over my cock. You know you want to.”
Watching your face look down at him, screaming for release, “I wanna cum on your big cock babe!”
“Fuck Y/N,” his eyes went wide as your pussy released its sweet nectar, causing his pulsations to quicken.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he gritted his teeth as you were rag-dolled on his thighs, sweat beading up on his forehead as he watched you grip your aching tits whining and moaning like a whore on his thick cock splitting you in half.
“Stuff me full babe!” you cried out, rubbing your sensitive nipples, as he slammed your hips harder with his. He let out a feral growl as his dick twitched inside you, releasing his potent seed into your sopping hole. He pumped up and down slowly, watching the mixture began to seep out, only to have this bright red cock push it back in with a squelch and a groan.
You both took some deep breaths, stilled in position, still gripping your tits as his hands left your hips to grip your bump, “you girls okay?” coming out of his haze in concern.
“Yes babe,” you laughed moving to get off his lap to be more comfortable, “we’re just fine, I promise,” patting his blushing chest as he tried to control his pulse while helping you get into position. He sat up, grabbing your t-shirt from the ground as well as his, helping you place it back on, kissing every inch of your face and neck as he did so.
“I love you, Y/N,” he grinned, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss as your fingers found his loose strands, pushing them back as your tongues danced over each other.
You pulled off, gazing into the swirl of his ambered eyes, still petting the baby hairs that had stuck to his face, “I love you too babe.”
At that moment, your daughter made her presence known again, sandwiched in between your sweat covered bodies. Ronnie brought his large hand to meet your over your belly, “she’s gonna be mad at us all night now, huh?” he laughed, rubbing on the spot where her little foot was poking in and out.
“Ya,” you agreed, “I’m gonna be up all night with her I think,” putting your other hand over his and kissing his cheek as you both sat back into the embrace of the couch.
Leaning down to press his lips to your bump, “pumpkin you’d better not give your mama any grief tonight,” he pecked a few times, rubbing his thumb over the flutters erupting, “she needs to sleep just as much as you do baby girl.”
Your hands rubbed the back of his head as he nuzzled on your belly, cradling it as he shushed your squirming little one. The sounds of his hushing lulling you to sleep in the light of the tv playing the show you’d both been neglecting.
After a few minutes of rubbing and cooing, he lifted his head to look at your sleeping form, admiring the way your face looked so peaceful in the white light of the tv. He kissed your forehead, gripping under your knees and back, lifting your dead weight into his hulking body. He sauntered up the stairs, carefully moving you out of the way of sharp objects and corners as he found your shared bedroom. He placed you gently on the bed, making sure you were on your side, and grabbed the body pillow you’d worn out over the last few months of its purchase.
He placed it just so it supported the baby, and your aching body, watching as you closed in on its plushness, sighing in relief when you’d relaxed on it. He stared in the dim light of your bedside lamp in total adoration of you, noticing the baby moving in your body as you quietly snored.
He bent down once more to kiss the appendage poking out, “go to sleep baby girl,” he whispered on your skin, “mama and I love you to the moon and back, pumpkin,” kissing it again and then moving up to you.
“Goodnight honey,” he whispered into your ear, kissing it at softly as he possibly could, “I love you more than life itself.”
He switched the lamp off, and slid into his side of the bed, enveloping himself around you, cradling his baby. Letting out a heavy sigh as he let the sweet sounds of your snores lull him to sleep.
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I. AM. A. FUCKIN’. PUDDLE.
IF ANYONE NEEDS ME IM BURYING MYSELF ALIVE BECAUSE IVE DIED OVER THIS ONESHOT. I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH.
🖤,
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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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'you've been in a fight, your lover has already gone to bed, without resolving it, but you still whisper ''i love you'' before crawling into bed, because it's something you always do before going to sleep, and this fight doesn't chance anything bonus: your lover isn't actually asleep, and pulls you into their arms'
IT'S RONNIE! 🥺🥺🥺 I just know he would feel awful about arguing and even if he were mad he couldn't stay annoyed at you for long! And then he'd do this;
'you're in bed, ready to go to sleep, but is interrupted when your lover flies out of bed, suggesting that you make some pancakes together, and you glare at your lover like, it's fucking two A.M in the morning?'
OH MY HEART! Oh, TG, I know I can always depend on you to absolutely melt me with Ronnie ideas 🥺 <3 Please accept these thots.
You react before you can think, the impulse to lash out cresting over your better judgment like a tidal wave.
The words taste bitter in your mouth the second you spit them out.
You can feel the stinging reverberations of your raised voices hanging in the room long after he’s retreated upstairs, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Eyes downcast, you pick out little patterns in the carpet. The hour grows late, your mind tumbling over the things you should have said, the amends you should have made.
Leaden-bodied, you climb the stairs to your bedroom, finding it dark and quiet. Careful not to make a sound, you slip into your nightclothes and pad to your side of the bed. He faces away from you, curled on his side; you can feel the warmth radiating from his body as you climb under the covers. Your heart aches as his scent fills your nostrils, comforting and familiar and everything you’ve come to associate with home.
Inching closer to his sleeping frame, you press a soft kiss between his shoulder blades.
“I love you,” you whisper, lips grazing against his skin.
He stirs, rolling toward you; long arms wrap around you and haul you to his chest. “I love you, too,” he sighs, kissing your forehead.
“I’m so sorry.”
“So am I,” he says, squeezing you tight. He tilts your chin up toward his and catches your lips with his own, melting away all the tension in your chest. “You know what?” he asks.
“What?”
“I’m going to make you pancakes.”
“For breakfast?” you smile.
“No. Right now.”
“Right now? It’s two in the morning.”
“Makeup pancakes.”
You wrinkle your nose and laugh. “Makeup pancakes?”
“Yup,” he says, plucking his glasses off the nightstand and grinning at you. “And then we can discuss makeup sex.”
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going to sleep together prompts
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Ronnie Peterson x Reader
Summary: forehead touching, I love you, fluff
Word Count: 348
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.
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34. "Dude-did you really just throw salt at me? I'm not possessed!" with Ronnie please?
He had just finished telling you about the dream he had last night where he was in a zombie apocalypse but he knew what was going on and kept breaking the fourth wall of his own dream. And you had got up to go get yourself some juice. Then he heard your footsteps and something sprinkle on him, and then you laughing.
He touched his neck and looked at the grains on his hand, "Dude... did you really just throw salt at me? I'm not possessed!"
You stood away from him, still chuckling, "Well that dream was too damn detailed for it to have not to come from some other being, Ronnie."
"Well, nothing happened, so I'm not possessed."
You went back to sit with him, "Or they like salt."
He kissed you, "Or they like salt."
You looked at him, "Do you like salt?"
"I love it. Especially when it is on your skin." He took some, rubbed it on your neck, then kissed it off.
You smiled, "Ronnie!"
He chuckled, "Well, maybe the being inside me has to come out a different way."
You yelped when he picked you up, and began to laugh again, "Well, it is worth a shot."
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Ronnie Peterson x reader
Words 523
Warnings: None
A/N: Happy Valentine’s lovelies ❤️
Ronnie wasn’t a man of many words. Most times, he preferred to be quiet, observe and let others do the talking. And when he did talk, he rarely waxed poetic about things, it was mostly straight to the point and nothing else. Delivered with his deadpan voice, without much emotion between the lines.
But when he had met you, he found himself tongue-tied. So many words floating in his mind but not coming out right. Ronnie wanted to say all those things that danced in his brain, he wanted to shout his adoration and love from the top of the rooftops but the words never came to him.
I think you look gorgeous turned into its pretty, when you showed up for your date in a new outfit, twirling in front of him before he had the pleasure of escorting you inside the restaurant he’d chosen for that evening.
I will always be here for you turned into of course as you asked him if he could hold you when you felt sad. As Ronnie wrapped his arms around your torso, your head resting on his chest, his love for you grew and grew but the words got stuck in his throat.
But how could he tell you all he felt when nothing felt like enough? He could write lyrics, create an album full of love songs just for you, but it didn’t feel like enough. The Milky Way was not enough to describe how vast his love for you was, so how an album could contain all that?
He could build you a house, fill it with things that you two had gathered together but would even that be enough? And what was a house but a set of walls, windows, and paint. Home wasn’t a physical place but a feeling to him. To Ronnie, you were his home. With you, he’d live anywhere as long as he got to go to sleep and wake up with you in his embrace.
“Ronnie? Where did you go?”
Your voice, the sweet melodic sound that penetrated his dreams and let him fly high, brought him back to the dinner table. You smiled at him, those pearly whites showing in that adorable way Ronnie loved. Your eyes shining as you looked at him, radiating love. Your expressive face was so beautiful; he could drown in your eyes for days and your smile had a way of wiping out all his worries. But how to tell you that?
“Nowhere special.” He hummed and took a hold of your hand. Slowly Ronnie let out a breath, gathered all that he had, and brought your hand to his lips, kissing the soft skin gently. In the end, there was only one way to tell you.
“I love you.”
“I know.”
You smiled wider, you knew exactly the meaning and importance behind those two words. Was this fate, finding you, Ronnie thought as he felt his own smile appear, eyes crinkling at the corners with happiness. He tugged you from your seat to his arms, anchoring you to him as Ronnie kissed you deeply. Maybe words were overrated anyway.
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May I please request watching fireworks with officer Ronnie please??? I adore the idea of snuggling in a hammock, enjoying the view and company ❤
Constellations [drabble] {Ronnie Peterson x Reader} 🎇
author's notes: hello, hello! this is such a sweet request, ugh, I'm a sucker for some Ronnie fluff. thanks for submitting :)
warnings: fluff. fireworks. briefly mentioned consumption of alcohol. ronnie’s a nerd lol.
no tw's, just fluffy goodness :)
After a long and eventful day of swimming, socializing, eating, and drinking at the Centerville community pool, you’re happy to finally have some time alone with your beloved Ronnie.
You were so honored when Ronnie asked you to join him at the yearly Centerville PD Fourth of July party. It was a big step in your two month-old relationship and you were really excited to finally meet the coworkers you’d heard so much about.
Of course, as expected, they’re all very lovely and you got along quite well with everyone. You could tell that Ronnie was happy, and perhaps a bit relieved, when he saw how well his coworkers took to you.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you, muffin.”
He says, reaching out his hand for you to take.
Your eyebrows raise and you give him a playfully skeptical look.
“What are you up to, Officer?”
“Nothing! It’s just a little something for us to enjoy.”
He leads you up a small hill and when you get to the top, there’s a hammock set up between trees along with a bottle of wine and some finger foods. You look up at him, a smile spreading across your face.
“Ronnie...wow, this is so wonderful. Thank you for setting this up.”
His lips reach down to meet yours, giving a few short kisses before pulling away again.
“I’m so happy you like it, sweetness.”
The two of you make your way over to the setup and you pour the glasses of wine while Ronnie turns on the little lanterns sitting around the hammock. He climbs in first before you join, settling in between his legs.
You lean back against his broad chest, sighing contently before taking a sip of wine. He holds the glass with one hand while the other rests on your bare shoulder, thumb rubbing gently over your shoulder blade.
“The stars are out tonight.”
He says after a minute.
Looking up at the sky, you nod, smiling softly.
“They are indeed. Can you name any of the constellations?”
“Hmmmm,”
His eyes dart around the dark sky, looking at each noticeable cluster of stars. He points to each one as he speaks.
“Well, there’s Draco, the Little Dipper, Ursa Major, Orion...”
Your eyes follow his hand as he points to all the different constellations, marveling at his knowledge. When he’s finished, you turn onto your side and look up at him, smiling.
“You’re such a geek.”
You tease, reaching up to kiss him.
Ronnie’s chuckles vibrate against your lips as he kisses you in return.
“I know, but you love it.”
“I do, indeed.”
Suddenly, a burst of light erupts in the sky, accompanied by a loud crackle sound, and you quickly look back up. The sky is alive, bursts of various colors shooting across the dark backdrop.
The two of you are silent for the first few minutes, but, with quite a bit of maneuvering, you turn around and reach up to connect your lips with his. He smiles, returning your kiss eagerly.
Needless to say, you missed the rest of the fireworks show.
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Ronnie Oneshots
A/N: Here’s the requests for the dorky nerdy Star Wars lovin’ boi! Enjoy babes!🖤
Canon Oneshot Requests:
The Cherry On Top
HC Blurbs:
The Unexpected Meet Cute
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Confusion (Chapter Fic)
Finally Completed
Mine
Clyde Logan
Slow Burn (Chapter Fic)
Gynecologist Visit
I Missed You, Cowboy
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Undercover (Chapter Fic)
Rose (Chapter Fic)
Philip Altman
Coming Home
Allan (What If (2013 film))
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Ronnie Peterson
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Patterson
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For TT, from most to least who’s the cuddliest between Sackler, Matt, Philip, Flip, Clyde, and Ronnie?!
Okay, so I want it to be known that ALL of these boys are cuddly—even fuckin’ Matt—so this is really, like, a ranking of the World’s Cuddliest Cuddlers. Please accept these snaccs.
Ronnie: Stupidly cuddly. Cannot scrape him off of you. No preference between being little or big spoon.
Clyde: JUST LOOK AT HIM OKAY?
Sackler: Will scream like a fucking harpy if you don’t snuggle him. It’s blog canon.
Flip: You fall asleep and wake up with his arms wrapped around you like a weighted blanket. Always draping an arm around you in public.
Phillip: Nuzzles into you like a little shetland pony.
Matt: He’s cuddly when he’s not fucking the living dogshit out of you.
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