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rynwritesstuff · 3 years

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

I am once again begging for more Ronnie smut🤲🏻

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

Surprising him with a sexy Halloween costume + Ronnie Peterson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tug him close by the collar of his shirt.

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

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

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

You laugh softly, pushing his chest.

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

"Where are your--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ronnie grunts, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Fuck, babe, so wet . . ."

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

You pull his hair.

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

He lets out a soft, shaky laugh.

"Yeah? What do you like about it?"

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

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

"Wha--"

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

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

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

You sigh, smiling up at him.

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

Ronnie huffs.

"I was so close."

"I know you were."

Ronnie smacks your ass.

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

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

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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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.

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

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kylo-reid · 3 years

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Sweetheart (NSFW)

characters: ronnie peterson x female reader

word count: 495

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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desiraypark · 4 years

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“Thief!”

For @bluestarego Characters: Officer Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die) x Black Female Reader Content: Smut. Roleplay (Officer and Burglar). Handcuffs. Oral sex (M receiving) - minimal face-fuck (gagging); unprotected sex; riding/cowgirl; cumshot; spanking. Includes some links.

Word Count: 2.6k

The blonde wig? Yes. Light, colorful makeup? No. Dark. A smoky eye and red lips. You searched through your closet and dresser for the perfect burglar outfit. A black turtleneck sweater. Damn, you didn’t own a single pair of black jeans! Leggings would have to do. No high-heeled boots? Stiletto pumps would do.

You looked over Ronnie’s dresser and grabbed his watch. It wasn’t a Rolex but it was still nice. You grabbed your phone, held up the watch, and took a selfie--mischief all over your face. Then, you put the watch on your wrist. It dangled a bit, but you winked and blew a kiss to the camera, anyway. ____________________

Bzzzzz…

Ronnie and Cliff were on their way back to the station when his phone vibrated. He got a look at the photos in the text message. Then, he read the text: “What a terrible police officer. Leaving your door unlocked.” Ronnie slipped the phone back in his pocket.

Read. ____________________

Ronnie’s headlights shined through the curtains. You turned off the television, jumped off the sofa, stepped back into your pumps, and ran to the bedroom. Eeeernnnn went the screen door. Two locks turned with loud clicks and steel-toe boots hit the hardwood floor. You hid in the closet.

“You left the light on, perp,” Ronnie said. You could tell he was still in the doorway.

He walked to the bed.

“Breaking and entering?” he asked. Your chest moved up and down and you peeked through the slats of the closet door. Ronnie bent down and looked under the bed, then he stood back up and rotated on his axis, searching the room--avoiding the obvious spot for a second. He walked to his dresser and looked through the jewelry dish you’d made for him a couple of years ago. His watch was gone.

“Larceny? The rap sheet grows with every move I make…”

Ronnie finally turned to face the closet. He took slow steps and you backed up into the clothing. He stood at the door for a few seconds. Then, the closet door flew open and he yanked you out by your right arm.

“It’s always the closet,” he said.

You laughed. “Yet it took you so long to find me, Officer.”

He grabbed your other wrist and examined his dangling watch.

“Are you going to arrest me for your negligence, Officer?”

With no expression on his face and looked you up and down. “No. But I will punish you, you naughty girl.” His eyes fell on the watch again.

“Do you like this watch, thief?” he asked.

“It’s alright. I figure it could get me about a hundred dollars…”

“What else did you see in that ugly dish?” he asked, dropping your wrist.

You paused. Did he just?

“Another watch. A class ring.” You shrugged. “Nothing to write home about.”

“I hear the lady of the house has a few expensive items. Clothing. Jewelry...” He looked down at your feet.

“...and a seven-hundred dollar pair of shoes that she thinks her husband hasn’t notice.”

“ShegotthemoffeBay,” you quickly interjected.

Ronnie yanked you close. “I suppose I could let you take what you want....”

You turned on the flirtation and rested your hand on his chest. “Would you, Officer?”

He gripped the wrist near his chest and squeezed it tight. “But you have to work for it, thief.”

“What do I have to do, Officer?”

Ronnie stared at the bed, then looked into your eyes. “Get on the bed. Take your clothes off. Everything but those shoes.”

You bit your lip and sauntered over to the bed.

“And no funny business,” he added.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Officer.”

You sat down on the bed and lifted your turtleneck over your head--hoping it didn’t shift your wig. It didn’t. You let it drop to the floor and revealed your bare breasts.

“No bra? A thief and a little minx with no care for back pain.”

You bit your lip to hide a laugh.

“The leggings, too.”

You lifted your hips and pushed two layers of fabric--your leggings and your panties--over your hips, thighs, and legs. You put in extra work to get them over for shoes. Finally, everything was off, and there you were, on the bed in your lamp-lit bedroom--tits out, belly exposed, and thighs hiding your puffy mound.

Ronnie pulled the handcuffs out of his duty belt.

“Officer, you said you wouldn’t arrest me,” you said, scooting back on the bed.

He stepped toward you and took your hands. “I’m not arresting you. Only making sure you don’t run away from me. From your punishment.”

Ronnie cuffed your hands in front of you, then pulled off his duty belt. He walked to his dresser and gently placed it on top, then walked back over.

“Would you let me have anything in that belt, Officer?”

“Absolutely not, thief!” he said. His volume low but his pitch was a little high. How dare you ask such a question?! He grabbed your jaw and bent down--his lips mere centimeters from yours. “That belt is property of Centerville PD. Not to be handled by your grubby little hands.”

You moaned at the pressure his thumb and fingers inflicted on your jaw. Then, he licked a stripe up your lips.

“Mmm…” he said. “Rihanna lipstick with no liner. A risky criminal.”

Ronnie let go of your face and straightened his body. He worked the belt of his pants, slowly pulled it out through the loops and let it drop to the floor. Then, he worked at the button and zipper. He toed off his shoes, and pulled down his pants and boxers--revealing his semi-hard-on.

“I want you to suck me until I’m hard as a rock,” he said. He began to stroke himself. “And I’d advise that you not get any of that lipstick on my cock.”

Your eyes widened. “Officer…” You swallowed.

“That would be extremely difficult. This is a very rich--”

Ronnie pulled your head toward him and tapped your lips with the tip of his dick. Right away, you spotted red smears on the underside of the head.

“Suck, perp.”

You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around Ronnie’s head as he held his dick near the start of its shaft. Then, you licked swirls around it. After getting it nice and wet, you began to bob your head up and down, meeting Ronnie’s thumb.

“Mmm, touch my thumb every time, Sweet One,” he cooed. You touched his thumb once more, then when you pulled back, he slid his hand down to the middle of his shaft. After about a dozen sucks and red stains to his thumb after every head drop, he moved his hand down further--his free hand still resting on the back of your head.

“Your mouth feels so warm and hot around me, Beautiful…” he flattened his fingers and let them rest against his thigh--his thumb was nestled in his pubic hair.

“To my thumb,” he repeated.

You took him all in and gagged when the tip met the back your throat. Ronnie kept your head in place. “Mmm...so what’s your name, perp?”

“Y/N,” you garbled with a mouth full of dick.

“Oh, that’s a beautiful name,” he said. He released your head and you flew backward with a gasp.

“Fuck!” you shouted.

“Mmm...watch the language, Beautiful…” he reprimanded while slapping his dick against your bottom lip. “Keep sucking.”

Ronnie didn’t put his hand back behind your head, but he held his dick for you. With no hands, your head moved forward and backward, inhaling his length. You focused your teary eyes on his.

“That mouth feels wonderful,” Ronnie said. “So wet around my cock. It’s so hot for you. Blood rushing through all of those veins. Excited to have such a beautiful little minx like you pleasing it. Getting it nice and hard...”

Your eyes fluttered and you moaned. You suddenly felt everything around you--the warmth of your home juxtapose your stiff nipples. Your nerves were alive--every atom in your body was aching to be touched, to be shaken and stirred. Your clit was warm, and your hot pussy was building a reservoir of honey.

“How should I take you, perp?” Ronnie asked. “Missionary? Should I spread your beautiful legs wide and watch the pressure build in your face as I give you every inch of my cock? As I watch your breasts bounce? As I watch the tears well in your eyes because your sticky fingers can’t grab anything?”

You moaned again and pressed your thighs together.

“Or should I take from behind?” he inquired. “...bend you over and bury myself deep inside of you. Watch your beautiful ass ripple with every thrust…”

You pulled away to take a breath. Then you kept sucking.

“Ahh…” Ronnie said, smiling to himself. “I forgot that I’m supposed to be putting you to work.”

He pulled himself away and looked down at his dick. Red marks were all over it. He shook his head.

“Lipstick all over my dick.” He tsk’d. “Do you know what the punishment is for that?”

“No, Sir…” you whimpered.

Ronnie ran the back of his palm over your face. “I don’t, either. But Desiray will think of something.”

You scoffed and chuckled. Then, you raised your cuffed hands. “She can’t even figure out if she wants this watch to be significant.”

Ronnie raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt. You rotated your hips, anxious for friction and relief. He pulled off his shirt, and undershirt, as well. Then, he sat on the bed and stroked his dick.

“Put that beautiful pussy to work, thief,” he commanded, staring into your eyes.

You stood up and wobbled a little. Those shoes were a mistake. But you put your arms over Ronnie’s head and rested your hands behind his neck. Then, you straddled him--your knees pressed on either side of him and your chest flushed with his. He moved his hand around under you.

“Sit down,” he said.

You lowered yourself and felt the head of his dick at your entrance--warm flesh meeting warm and wet flesh. Then, you pressed your hips down further. Your eyes closed and your head flew back as your core opened and welcomed his throbbing length. Down, down, down you went--he guided you--until the his warm head reached the bottom of your canal.

“Bounce.”

You lifted your body and crashed back down. Up...down...up...down...Ronnie smacked your ass.

“I said bounce, perp.”

You shifted your body--pressing it against Ronnie’s as his dick stretched your walls wider with each tiny movement. Then you bounced up and down. You cried out with each stroke and let your breasts fly free in his face. He walked the tips of his fingers up your sternum, over your chest, and wrapped his hand around your throat--not pressing down, however.

“Naughty girl. Bouncing on an officer’s dick to keep from getting arrested. For some jewelry and a few trinkets. Coating his dick with her sweet juice…”

“Fuck Ronnie…” you mumbled.

His hand flew up to your jaw and he squeezed. “Excuse me?”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“That’s strike two on the language, Angel. And that’s Sir or Officer,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just can’t take it--it’s too much,” you whined. “My thighs are burning.”

“As they should, you fucking crook,” he said.

“Ahhh!” you cried out. Every nerve in your body was frayed--your entire body was pulsing. Your thighs burned but your pussy clenched Ronnie’s girth--dripping, weeping, and squelching for more of the stinging pleasure.

“Lift your arms,” Ronnie said, his voice less stoic.

You lifted your arms over his head and Ronnie fell back on the bed with you on top of him. You rested your arms along his torso and he wrapped his arms around your waist, and worked his hips up toward you--slow and deep.

“You don’t deserve a break,” he said. “But I’ve got the urge to fill your filthy pussy with my cum.”

You moaned and shifted your arms around, careful not to press the metal restraints into his skin.

“Do you want my cum?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” you whimpered.

“I can feel you clenching. Hungry little pussy. I’m gonna feed her. I’m gonna fill her up so well and fill her deep. Gonna cover her poor, stretched out walls…”

“Please, Officer,” you pleaded. “Then, can I have my gifts?”

Ronnie laughed. “You haven’t received your punishment yet, Sweet One.”

“Did Desiray figure it out?”

“Yes. Not as creative as I’d hoped. But a punishment is a punishment.”

He slapped your ass and fucked up into you hard and just a little bit faster--making you clench and moan and scream and writhe. He offered no kisses or comforting rubs. He just burned you with his stare and watched every expression on your face. Then, you felt the pressure pooling in your belly. Your pussy throbbed and fluttered around him, and you began to meet his thrusts.

Suddenly, Ronnie flipped you over on your back, pulled out, and stood up.

“Ah!” you screamed.

“For soliciting an officer, you get forty-eight hours without an orgasm,” he said.

You stomped your feet on the floor and whined.

“If at any point you provide yourself with an orgasm and I find out, I will fuck your throat raw,” he added.

Ronnie put his knee against the mattress and stood over you. He rubbed his dick--spreading your juices all over his length--stroking and stroking until he neared his climax.

“Where do you want it?” he asked. You opened your mouth and wagged your tongue. Ronnie kneeled over your face and covered your chin, lips, and tongue with ropes of his cum. You swallowed what fell in your mouth and licked your lips. Ronnie didn’t bother wiping your chin. He just grabbed you by the arms and picked you up. He sat back down and put you over his knee.

Then, he rubbed your ass. “Five spanks for breaking and entering...five for marking my dick with your lipstick...and fifteen for being a terrible cowgirl who couldn’t handle a little thigh burn.”

You whined again.

“Count them…” Ronnie commanded.

He rubbed your ass again, then smack! on the right cheek. You jumped.

“Fuck you Desiray!” you shouted. “One…”

Smack!

“Two…”

Twenty-five spanks to your poor buttocks. A few landed on your wet pussy lips, too. When your punishment was complete, Ronnie sat you on the bed, walked to the dresser and retrieved his handcuff keys.

“Can I take these shoes off, now?” you asked, rotating your ankle.

“Oh, absolutely, Honey,” Ronnie said. You kicked off your shoes and he kissed you on the lips. He unlocked the cuffs, tossed them on the bed, and rubbed your wrists. He sat down beside you and gave each wrist a kiss. Then, he looked down and picked up one of your shoes.

“These don’t smell like they’re from eBay,” he said.

“What the fuck does eBay smell like, Ronnie?” you asked. You fell back on the bed.

“These shoes are $695.00 on Christian Louboutin dot com,” he said, ignoring your question.

“But I didn’t pay that much. And what do you know about them?” you asked. “I know what bloody shoes look like and I know they’re expensive,” Ronnie said.

“Bloody sh--”

The song played in your head and you chuckled.

Still examining the shoes, Ronnie tapped the heel against the palm of his hand. “Decent weapons.”

You huffed.

“Can you get up here and make me come, please?!”

You spread your legs open.

Ronnie looked at the heel of your shoe, then your pussy--then, your shoe again.

“Absolutely not,” you said firmly.

Ronnie looked at me. I looked at you. Your eyes burned a hole into my soul. I moved my fingers from the keyboard and held my hands in the air, surrendering. Then, I clicked the Grammarly icon in the corner of my screen and considered this entry ‘done’.

#ronnie peterson smut

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Missing You {Officer Ronnie Peterson x Reader}

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

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

no tw’s

SMUT under the CUT!

Ronnie misses you. He misses you a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ronnie: What are you doing right now?

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

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

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

Ronnie: Attachment: 1 image

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby.”

Your knees shake at the desperation in his whisper.

“Disgusting pervert.”

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

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

“Yeah?”

You say, smirking.

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

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

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

You bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together.

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

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

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

He breathes, balls clenching as they prepare for release.

“Video c-call? Can we s-switch over?”

“Sure, baby, sure.”

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

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

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

“D-Do you see it, baby?”

He asks, breathily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, honey.”

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

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

“Can I see you?”

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

“There’s my handsome man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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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.

List 1

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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okk--maaan · 4 years

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Hi Deja, Can you entertain: thigh riding & "Is someone needy?" + Ronnie? Thank you!! xoxo 🌹

Helllooo Rosie!! (I have a couple ideas about who you might be but I’m not sure so we’re not gonna talk about it, just like we’re not going to talk about how it’s almost 6 in the morning and I don’t know how that happened). I actually think this is the first full Ronnie thing I’ve written so that’s cool! BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!!!

WC: ~1.3k

CW: cold leftovers, a nickname for RC that may have already been used in regards to Ronnie, slightly Domme RC, a lil hint of a taste of my crackhead AU, teasing, orgasm denial

It was unusual for Ronnie to stay at the station later than six o’clock. Usually by six-ten he was latching the front door and padding around the house to find you, ready for a kiss and dinner. But tonight wasn’t one of those nights. Something about a spike in weird disappearances. And a spike in paperwork along with them. He had been texting you all day about how he already missed you. Already wanted you. There may or may not have been some suggestive pictures exchanged. And they may or may not have been coming mostly from your end. But that was okay. You liked teasing him. And he loved you teasing him.

Around ten o’clock, you realize he’s not going to be home for a while still and his dinner's getting cold. Maybe you’ll bring it to him. Along with another little surprise. You click off the silly show you’re not really watching, push off the couch, and head upstairs to the bedroom. You rummage through that special drawer in your dresser, searching for his favorites. Once you find them, you slip them -- and those heels that make your ass look like really good -- on. For a second you ponder what to put over your risque get up. You very well can’t just walk around town like this but you still needed something that would give you easy access, free movement. You figure that random tan trenchcoat you have for some reason is the best option. You take it from the hanger, wrap it around your body, and tie it around your waist snuggly.

As soon as you step over the threshold with Ronnie’s to go plate, the chilly air hits you, and you think maybe bare legs wasn’t the best choice. But you’re committed to it now. You walk to your car, turn it on, crank the heat, and wait for the goosebumps to go away. On your way to the police station, you think about all the messages Ronnie had sent you over the past twelve hours. About all the dick pics. Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as you imagine him inside you. In your mouth. In your pussy. In your ass. You have to force your eyes open and your head straight forward as those thoughts flash in your mind.

You’d never hear the end of it if you got pulled over.

You’re so caught up in your own fantasies that you don’t even notice that your limbs have driven you right to the station, purely out of instinct. Snapping yourself out of your daze, you turn the engine off, gather what you brought for your husband. Oh yeah. He’s going to like what you have for him. His treats.

You push back first into the door of the little municipal building to open it. When you turn, you see him sitting there in the empty pulpit. Nose deep in manila folders and loose papers. Such a good Sheriff’s Deputy, you think to yourself. So diligent. Although maybe not the best situational awareness. He doesn’t even look up until you call his name. “Oh! Hi Pumpkin! What are you doing here?” You lift the tin foil wrapped dish for him to see. But at the same time, you walk around the little swinging door separating the reception area and his desk, and the flash of your legs is enough to instantly make him forget about the food. “Just thought I’d bring you something,” you put an infliction on the last work to match the quirk in your eyebrow. “Whatcha got there?” he points to what you’re holding, but you know what he’s really asking. “Your favorite,” you respond, playing coy. He gulps, “Mushroom ravioli?” “Mhmm,” you reply softly, savoring the way his Adam’s apple bobs and the leather of his chair’s armrests squeaks under his strained grip.

Honestly, this is probably your favorite part. Getting him all hot and needy for you. It makes you gush. The thin fabric of your panties didn’t stand a chance.

As you make your way closer to him, you can already see the long prominent outline of his growing erection. Considering how long you’ve been in the station and how hard he already is, he’s been thinking about you for a while. Getting himself worked up. You can’t break your gaze from his lap as you click click click your way across the linoleum floor. You only look up to him once your shins make contact with the seat of his chair, once you're wedged in between his wide spread legs. Even behind the lenses of his glasses, you can see the desire shimmering in his honey flecked green eyes.

You set the now irrelevant plate on his desk and whisper, “Hi.” “Hi,” he breathes as he leans forward to wrap his thick fingers around your exposed thighs. “What’s under here Pumpkin?” he asks running his hot palms up your skin, bunching up the hem of your coat. He scoots to the edge of the chair, pulls your body closer, nuzzles his face into your soft belly. “Hmm. Wouldn’t you like to know, Officer?” you retort, a devilish smile playing at your lips as your own hands come up to twist in his dark locks. He nods into you and you grip his hair, yanking with just enough force to pull his head back so he’s looking at you. His red plump lips part and a desperate strangled breath blows past them. You tsk at him as you work one of his knees between your thighs and lower your already dripping core onto his leg. “Ohh Ronnie,” you coo. “Is someone needy?” you ask, at the same time dragging your wet heat over the starchy material of his uniform pants. You nudge his rigid cock just enough for him to loose an “Uhhnn”. Just enough for his head to knock into the backrest. Just enough for his fingertips to dig further into your supple flesh. You giggle a little and ask again, “Huh? What was that baby? I didn’t hear you.” “Yes,” he huffs out. “Yes Pumpkin. I need you.” “Mmhmm. That’s what I thought,” you smirk, even though he can’t see you now that his eyes have fluttered closed. You take that as you cue to go full force. To grind down hard back and forth over his strong thigh. Your own heavy head falls back in ecstasy. You work yourself over and over and over his muscles, relishing in the sensation of them flexing against your stiff clit. Even with the barrier of your underwear, you’re sure you’re leaving a dark slick streak on the front of his trousers. He’s going to have to re-pleat these. His hands work their way up to you ass, grasping and kneading there. Your nails dig into the now sticky skin of his scalp, anchoring yourself so you can go faster faster faster.

Ronnie's head snaps up, his eyes crossed and blurry as he searches for, seeks your gaze. “Pumpkin please. Please. Ple-mmhhh-please,” he begs pleads. He feels like he could cum just from this. Just from you rubbing your cunt on him. Just from your knee occasionally brushing against his ragingly blindingly hard cock.

But just as he’s ready to hoist you up and throw you across his desk, you stop your ministrations. His eyes go wide with disappointment and shock. His breathing is erratic and you know he’s right on the edge. Good. You lean into his ear and whisper, “Now Ronnie. You didn’t think I would let you get off that easy. Did you?” You place a chaste kiss to his flushed cheek, release yourself from his grip, point to his probably cold dinner, and make your exit. “See you at home baby,” you throw over your shoulder with a sly grin.

He really hopes all the documents he filled out in a matter of two minutes are correct.

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ktellmeastory · 4 years

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Thank you,

to everyone who reached out either on my post or through the messages to check on me. It’s been a really hard few days and I don’t really know why. And it sucks, because I have all these ideas and I can’t/don’t feel like I can do any of them justice. And I’m so scared that if I don’t keep up, no one will want to read my writing anymore, and no one will want to know my thoughts or head cannons or whatever and then what? I know this is all stupid to be worried about and to be giving myself anxiety about, but it’s whats happening and I don’t know how to make myself not feel that way. That being said, I’m always here. I’m reading everything and working on making sure that I’m giving you all what you need and want from me.

This is my To Do List currently, but feel free to add to it if you’re interested, especially head cannons and thots because I feel those are easy to do rather quickly:

NSFW Alphabets:

Paul: M,K

Charlie: P,D

Flip: A,B,C,D,K

Paterson: B,K

Ronnie: K

Sackler: A

Jude: Y

And I have decided to do all of the alphabet for Toby since some of you asked me for it.

Does He Love You-Songfic with Charlie Barber

BDSM RC + Charlie

I also have a few songs that I’d like to do songfics for and I’m curious if anyone would be interested in me maybe putting them out for people to ask for a certain character with them?

If anyone is interested in sending me thots or even just ideas or ask me my opinions you can always do so. I’m so sorry for being so ridiculous and for failing you all but I’m going to work really hard on not being so bad.

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rynwritesstuff · 3 years

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Perhaps I have another Ronnie request😩

Ronnie coming home from the graveyard (literally lolol) shift to find you waiting up for him👀 lights dim👀 then fucking you into the kitchen counter👀

U know im only gonna keep requesting if you keep writing such 👩🏻‍🍳💋 stuff<3

Oh my gosh YES. I love this so much. Thank you for being so sweet, you're the best :) Also, yes, request as much as you want!! That makes me so happy haha

Fucking in the kitchen + Ronnie Peterson

NSFW: PIV sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, name-calling

Ronnie isn't expecting you to be up when he gets home around one in the morning. You're usually asleep when he works late, and he'll crawl into bed beside you, but tonight is different.

The lights in the kitchen are dim when he walks inside and sets his belt on the dining room table.

His eyebrows raise when he sees what you're wearing: His favorite bra-and-pantie set. Your hair is pulled back and away from your face, and he smiles as he walks up to stand between your legs.

"Well, hello," he says, looking you up and down. You hum, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him closer.

"Hey, pretty boy," you say. Ronnie pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, then puts his hands on your thighs.

"What's this about?" he asks, squeezing you. He's already getting hard just from seeing you like this, your pretty tits pushed up and your thighs looking thick.

You shrug, smiling.

"Just wanted to surprise you. Long day?"

He nods, leaning in to kiss you. You let him. You always do.

"Mm, mhm."

You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer in that way you know he likes. Ronnie licks into your mouth, his glasses pushed up against your face as the two of you make out.

You run your hand down his stomach, then undo his pants and push them down. They bunch around Ronnie's ankles, and as they do, you pull his throbbing cock out of his underwear.

He hums softly.

"I need you," he tells you. "Need to fuck you."

You smirk.

"Do it, then." You spread your legs. "Fuck me."

Ronnie pulls you forward, yanks your panties to the side, and thrusts into your waiting cunt. Your head falls back and thuds against the cabinets.

You reach up to yank at Ronnie's hair again, and he begins to roll his hips with a groan.

"Fuuuck," he sighs. "Wet little pussy . . ."

You hum.

"All for you," you tell him. "Fuck me harder, baby boy."

He does. He'd do anything for you. You're looking up at him with those big, pretty eyes of yours, and you're making the most beautiful noises . . .

"Tell me what you are," Ronnie says breathlessly. He wants to hear you say it. You groan.

"Your whore," you say softly.

"Hm? I didn't hear you, babe."

"I'm your whore!" you say, louder this time.

Ronnie moans.

"Damn right you are. Don't you forget it."

He smacks your thigh, then fucks you harder.

"Mm, shit, I'm getting close," he tells you after another few minutes. You're rubbing your clit frantically, and Ronnie sighs at the sight.

"Fuck, me too," you groan. "Call me your whore again, Ronnie."

He laughs softly.

"You're my whore. My dirty little fucking whore."

This sends you over the edge, and you cum with a loud groan.

"Fuck!" Ronnie moans as he feels you cum around him. He climaxes moments later, and fill up your cunt with his seed.

"Goddamn," you say, smiling as you pull him in for a kiss. He hums against your lips.

"Thank you for staying up for me, babe."

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