#paul sevier/reader

[cas-backwards-tie]

ADCU Masterlist

A/N: Just making a separate masterlist for this because I have a fair number of these and also there's a bunch of different characters!

Kylo Ren

Call Me Kylo | Officer!Reader ↠ You're tasked with getting the Commander's signature to finish your assignment. Unfortunately, you can't find the Commander anywhere.

Correspondence ↠ The Supreme Leader has a lot on his plate, leading him to neglect certain things... like himself, for example.

Nothing But A Monster | Vampire! AU ↠ Forced to accept help from a mysterious stranger, you find yourself in a predicament of sorts.

It’s The Small Things ↠ Kylo finds your optimism odd in place of the First Order.

The Meaning Of Care | Officer!Reader ↠ Kylo Ren takes care of you when you're sick? That's something you never would've seen coming.

Clyde Logan

Pinball & Motels ↠ Roadtrips, A present for Clyde, and the one-bed trope? What more could you ask for?

A Day Off ↠ Clyde finally takes a well-deserved day off.

Flip Zimmerman

Frenzied Rendezvous* ↠ Flip finally has his way with you after enduring your teasing all night long.

Pale

Early Mornings ↠ Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. It's like you plan on staying or something. Wait... do you plan on staying?

Solo Triplets

A Quiet Night ↠ The boys want to take you out on a proper date.

Ben Solo

Fairytale Mess* ↠ Sleeping with Ben Solo doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're both under the influence.

Paul Sevier

Extraordinary ↠ Paul attempts to go out and have a social nigh. After everything that's happened... things haven't changed him that much, have they?

Daniel Jones

Late Night Confessions ↠ Dan wakes you up with a drunken phone call.

Multi-Character

headcanons

Breakup Headcanons

[queen-of-elves]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS

On reread and recommendation list u go ❤🤭

The Late Shift

Characters: Paul Sevier x Female Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings/Tags: There’s actually none (I hope). I know. I’m surprised too.

Authors Note: This is so dumb. I’m aware. Look, I’ve been dealing with a horrendous writers block and shattered confidence and I made Paul Sevier gifs to ease my pain. It turned into this. I just wanted to try something a little cute and fluffy to get back into the swing of things. So… here it is.

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[babbushka]

Sindays Are Back, Baby!

Hi friends, I missed you all and hope you’ve been well! I am happy to say that prompts are now open for Sinday. 

If you’re new here, hi! I’m Zannah and on Sundays back in the day I had a prompt event called Sinday where I wrote up 1k word fics based on prompts you guys send in! They can be smutty, fluffy, angsty, or somewhere in between! 

Here’s how it works: prompts are open all week, and then close Saturday evening at midnight. On Sunday, I post as many as I can for everyone to enjoy throughout the following days, and we do it all again! 

I reblog some fun prompt lists but you do not have to use them. As long as you follow some basic rules, you can send in whatever you’d like! (I do withhold the right to ignore/delete requests, please don’t be upset if your prompt isn’t chosen!) 

The rules: Please don’t ask for reylo, and please don’t ask for anything that includes violence against the reader character. 

As a quick reminder, I write for the following characters:

Kylo Ren in a variety of AUs such as:

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren (Any ‘canon’ Kylo Ren content is from a Canon Divergent!AU that I have, where Kylo has crushed the Resistance and reigns as Supreme Leader with his Empress (You))

Mob!Au

Medieval!AU

Edwardian AU aka BB!Kylo aka Titanic!AU

Biker Gang!AU

Ancient Emperor!AU 

Bond Villain!AU

Criminal Prosecutor!AU

Flip Zimmerman 

Pale (from Burn This on Broadway)

Clyde Logan

Charlie Barber 

Paterson &, and/or Paul Sevier aka Sevier Twins AU

BUT I am always down to come up with fun new AUs and headcanons -- I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!!

[glassbxttless]

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

This content is 18+— Smut is indicated with *

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

( CLYDE LOGAN X F!READER )

Valentine

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

Kiss Me Again

Help Me Get Rid of This Asshole

All Day, All Night*

Wedding Date*

After Shower Special*

See You at Home*

Ohio Bound*

Mother’s Day

There Ain’t No Skiin’ in West Virginia

Kitty Eatin’ at the Duck Tape*

Mama Bear’s Spa Day

Homecoming

A Quick Dip

Just a Gallon of Milk

Someone Borrowed*

Hey Bartender

Do You Mind?

Showering in Adoration*

( ADAM SACKLER X F!READER )

As You Grew, So Did We*

Talking Body*

Tongue Tied

Becoming a Dad

Pretty Please?*

Banana Pudding*

Earn It*

( FLIP ZIMMERMAN X F!READER )

Call Me That Again*

I Want to Spend My Life with You

What Do You Think?*

Actirasty*

Holiday Party*

Mark You Mine*

Truth or Dare*

My Girl*

Daddy’s Good Girl*

“I’m Sorry, Sugar.”*

Hiking to the Falls*

Your Parents’ House*

Our Marriage Story

Did You Eat?

Marlboro*

Happy Holidays

( DANIEL JONES X F!READER )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN X F!READER )

( CHARLIE BARBER X F!READER )

( RONNIE PETERSON X F!READER )

( BEN SOLO/KYLO REN X F!READER )

( RICK SMOLAN X F!READER )

( JUDE X F!READER )

( PAUL SEVIER X F!READER )

( HENRY MCHENRY X F!READER )

( JASON ROBERTS X F!READER )

( AL CODY X F!READER )

( ADAM X F!READER )

( ALLAN X F!READER )

( PATERSON X F!READER )

( MAURIZIO GUCCI X F!READER )

( MATT SOLO X F!READER)

[ktellmeastory]

hi! don't know if you're still doing ships, but can I request one? I'm on the chubby side, 5' 2", I'm mixed and usually have my hair in an afro. I open up easily, maybe a bit too easy and I get pretty clingy. I love reading, crocheting, knitting, pretty much all granny activities and I'm obsessed with animal crossing. much love💞

Paul Sevier and you would be the perfect match. He works a crazy job and deals with the most ridiculous things on a daily basis. Coming home to you and the beautiful crochet blanket you made for him, where he can cuddle up with you, hear all about that asshole Tom Nook and all the bells you owe him and then when you guys are ready to go to sleep, you definitely have sex and then fall asleep wrapped in each others arms.

[hopeamarsu]

ADCU

* = Smut

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

Flip Zimmerman

Ember of a dying flame

Can’t wait to see you glow

Sunday morning

Silence - Loquacity

Hit The Slopes - White on White

Cinnamon rolls

Little fella

Robbie series: Piece of Heaven - Building Trust

Eating Out (In) *

Hurt No More *

Hurt

Clyde Logan

Beautiful eyes

Burns

The Proposal - masterlist (12 chapters)

Thoughts - Fantasies - Conversations

Body Work

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

Midnight Sun 

Skin on Skin 

What Are You Waiting For

Chicken Wings

River Lea - Part 2 **

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

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

Alone

Healing Hands

Kindness of a Stranger

Calla lilies

Leather and Lace

Ronnie Peterson

A Moment of Calm

Escape

Invisible

Words

Date Night Disasters 

The Rooftop

Titanium

Keep it Safe *

Sweetie Pie 

Night light **

Rick Smolan

When You Know

The Dam 

Senses: Touch -  Listen -  Scent -  Watch - Taste 

Kylo Ren

Man or Monster

Seeing double

The Gift

My treasure

Training Mat 

Adam Sackler

Bring on the Men - Phillip Altman x Adam Sackler

Snow Angel 

Stripped Bare 

Misc

I want this  - Paul Sevier *

Come Alive - Toby Grummett **

[jynzandtonic]

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY DID IT, Y’ALL! A COMPLETE MASTERLIST! All of my writings are laid out under the cut. XOXOXO!

Last updated: October 4, 2021 (refresh the masterlist)

Hop on the taglist!  -  Join the Discord!  -  Say hi on AO3!  -  buy me a whiskey! - READ & SUPPORT ADCU WRITERS OF COLOR 

 Aaaand just a quick reminder...

ADAM SACKLER - Girls (2012-2017)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Adam Sackler - (450 words)

an intro to Sackler in the jynzandtonic universe

The Show Must Go On - AO3 - (1.8k + 1.7k + 2k words)

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

switch!Sackler x switch!reader: “omg they were quarantined!” w/ anonymous webcam sex and edging

Cherry - (1.6k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 tba; it’s on the back burner!}

Daddy!Sackler x virgin!reader: reader has a daddy kink and innocence kink, initiates a pre-negotiated roleplay scenario for their first time sexual experience

Swiped - AO3 - audio - (1.2k + 1.3k + 2k words)

FULL FIC + AUDIO or {part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler x inexperienced/virgin!reader: “omg and they were roommates!” w/ idiots-to-lovers, instruction, dirty talk

Cake - (1k + 1.9k + ?) - to be continued!

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler asks what you want for your birthday. You ask for DAT BOOTY. Switch!Sackler x switch!reader pegging fic!

What to Expect - AO3 - (30k+) - WIP!

ch.1 - ch.2 - ch.3 - ch.4 - ch.5 - ch.6 - ch.7 - ch.8 - ch.9 - ch.10 - ch.11 - ch.12 - ch.13 - ch.14 - ch.15 (epilogue)

You decide to have a baby via donor, but your friend across the hall offers to help out the old-fashioned way. Preggo/Babyfic feat. Sackler!

Whole - AO3 - (500 words)

There are days when it feels like you just can’t get out of bed. There are days when you feel like you’re broken. But with Adam, you know you’re never really alone.

Ask Her - AO3 - audio - (5k words)

When you let it slip that you fooled around with your best friend back in the day, Sackler asks if you’d do it again. When you say you would, he can’t seem to let the idea of the three of you go. Maybe—just maybe—all you have to do is ask her.

Basic Instinct - AO3 - (25k)

ch.1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - ch. 4 - ch. 5 - ch. 6 - ch.7 - ch. 8

It’s a lucky coincidence—when you’re desperately searching for a new place, Adam Sackler has a room for rent. Plus, alphas and betas make great roommates, right? … Right?

- THOTS -

Losing your virginity to Sackler

Adam making you cum while out at dinner w/ his parents

Sackler fingerfucking you on a rollercoaster

Facefucking and spitting in your mouth

Sackler screeching for cuddles

Sackler finding ‘innocent’ virgin!reader’s vibrator

Feeling needy and giving Sackler a sloppy, lovey BJ

Sackler teaching anxious reader how to give him head

Sackler wanting to see your lipstick smeared on his cock

Shy reader pulling The Lip Bite (TM) on Adam

Temperature play w/ ice cubes

Shy reader turning passionate for Sackler

What are the odds: wearable vibe at work

You and Sackler jerking each other off at a movie theater

Fucking you so hard you forget you even met your ex

Soft dom!reader overstimulating sweet Sackler

Adam eating your pussy on a hike

Riding Sackler’s face to shut him the fuck up

Sweet, soft sex with Sackler in front of your ex

Soft, sleepy morning sex

Adam loving on your teeny tiny titties

Gremlin!Sackler fingering the fuck outta you

Shit-talking switch!Sackler feat. some bondage

Catching Sackler jerkin’ it and playing with his titties

Some very possessive dirty talk

Adam finding virgin!reader’s dildo

Sackler ‘helping’ busy student!reader unwind

Proud reader fucking Sackler backstage between shows

Sackler buys you your very first vibe

Sackler pulling up your sundress and fucking you in the park

Sleeping in *ahem* too small of a bed with roommate Sackler

Sex that sent you and Sackler to the ER

Sackler in a healthy, communicative relationship

Sackler comforting a reader far away from home

Sackler with asexual!reader

- SNACCS -

Random shit that Adam says in bed with you

Pregnancy kink with Adam Sackler

Sackler’s nicknames for reader

Daddy!Adam Sackler daydreams

Misc Sackler hcs: dirty talk, sex, exhibitionism, domestic fluff

Songs on my Sackler “bedroom playlist”

Comparing the temperature of your mouth and cunt

Sackler eating out nervous!reader for the first time

How Sackler gives kisses

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Making grumpy Sackler BEG FOR IT

Bashful Sackler hcs

On Adam’s chaotic!switch tendencies

NSFW Alphabet: Cum + Fave Position

On seeing a usually self conscious partner feel confident about their body

Adam Sackler loves love

Sexy HCs: cum, masturbation, oral, kinks, pussy-eating

CLYDE LOGAN - Logan Lucky (2017)

- FICS -

Meet the Boys: Clyde Logan

Maybe - AO3 - (1k words)

breeding kink/creampie WITHOUT the possibility/goal of reader becoming pregnant

Clyde gets ASMR - AO3 - (1k words)

Your sweet boy Clyde is the first guest on your ASMR channel. SFW fluff, can you believe it?!

Solstice - AO3 - (3k + 1.8k words)

{part 1} - {part 2}

It happens every Winter Solstice–you shift into a fox and wander the West Virginian woods for the longest night of the year. When you’re injured in an accident, the kind local bartender takes you into his care. Little does he know you’ll shift back into your human form come sunrise… without a shred of clothing on you.

The Plunge - AO3 - (3.4k words)

Clyde's not too hot on the idea of you swimmin' all by yourself at night, so it's up to you to convince him to join you for some moonlight skinny dipping.

In Vino Veritas - AO3 - (6.6k words)

In Vino Veritas — ‘In Wine, Truth.' You open up your very own wine bar, but one Boone County bartender isn’t particularly pleased about it. When a rift emerges between the two of you, will you find a way to mend it? And is there really “truth in wine?”

Eyes Wide Open - AO3 - (1.5k words)

It's all anonymous, and you're so hungry for a lover's touch. You'll never see him; he'll never know you. After an hour together, you'll part ways and never cross paths again. You couldn't find each other if you tried. As luck would have it, you might not need to.

- THOTS -

Rowdy fuckin’ with Clyde

Clyde comforting reader after a fight with a parent/other

Touch-starved, babbling, dirty-talking Clyde

Daddy!Clyde fucking bratty reader while decorating the xmas tree

Clyde getting riled up watching you do stretches

Mirror-fucking and dirty-talk with Clyde

Phone sex with Clyde

Teaching Clyde to dance

Making Clyde do a homemade facemask*

Clyde wants a baby for Christmas

Admiring and loving on Clyde’s soft cock

The first time Clyde made your cheeks go hot

Filthy fucking at Duck Tape with Clyde 

Clyde’s very first time eating pussy*

Crying on Clyde’s cock

Clyde making you cum seven times in a row (for luck, y’know)

Facesitting with Daddy!Clyde

Clyde fucking your ass at Duck Tape after seeing your plug

Leaving the big city and reassuring Clyde of your choice

Waking Clyde up with some slow head

Sweet n sensual mirror sex with Clyde

Clyde comforting you with slow lovemaking

Clyde comforting isolated reader

Sending/receiving nude pics with Clyde

Corrupting sweet sub!Clyde

- SNACCS -

Clyde comforting sad reader (gn)

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 1

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 2

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 3

Clyde with a lactation kink

Clyde taking care of you when you’re sick

Netflix and... cockwarming. oops

Riding Clyde’s cock. That’s it. That’s the post.

Marking his territory with creampies

Fantasizing about meeting Clyde at the bar

Clyde x SIZE KINK

Loving fussing over Clyde

High school Clyde (uwu)

Telling Clyde you want to have a baby

Clyde being protective of you

NSFW Alphabet: Oral + Jack Off

Clyde eating pussy

MORE Clyde and breeding kink

The first time you have sex with Clyde feat. SIZE KINK

Sexy HCs: creampies, pussy-eating, and pregnancy

FLIP ZIMMERMAN - Blackkklansman (2017)

- FICS -

Under the Stars - AO3 - (2.8k)

Flip Zimmerman’s always talking shit—even about the gear you’ve brought on your weekend camping trip. When the rain rolls in, will you help him out with a dry place to sleep?

Sweeter Than Honey (multichapter)- coming soon!

- THOTS -

Visiting Flip at the station to show him your new lipstick

Flip daring you to sit on a vibe for 20min (overstim)

Coming home to find you in lingerie + his flannel

Fucking you in the archives division and telling you to keep quiet

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Mirror sex in a dressing room

Breeding kink w/ Flip*

Your first time with Flip - part 1

Your first time with Flip - part 2

Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party

Flip taking care of you after a long work day

Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip

Playing strip-poker with Flip

Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)

Flip spitting on your pussy

JUST how much Flip loves you

Slow lovemaking with Flip

- SNACCS -

Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare

Flip cheering you up after a bad day

Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit

Flip being territorial over you in public

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Flip being charming and playful

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair

Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)

Semi-public sex and getting caught

On the subject of Flip’s balls

Growing old with Flip

OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)

an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned

Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}

switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans

This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)

STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE

Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)

blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting

- THOTS -

Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson

Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws

Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie

Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Handcuffing and domming Ronnie

Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party

Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.

Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie

Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie

DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy

Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume

Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station

Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming

Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party

Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing

Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight

Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots

Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie

- SNACCS -

Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie

What are Ronnie’s hugs like?

How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret

CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)

an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story

Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)

Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie

Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)

Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)

You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?

- THOTS -

Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie

Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie

Charlie buying sex toys for reader

Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine

How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie

Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie

Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway

Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink

Charlie comforting you after a hard day

Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie

Thigh-riding Charlie in his office

Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks

Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism

Teasing Charlie like a little brat

Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good

Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones

Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim

Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex

Late-night somnophilia with Charlie

Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours

Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie

Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings

Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare

Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber

Falling asleep after sex with Charlie

Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie

- SNACCS -

Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more

Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie

d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more

NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina

Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date

Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings

Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby

PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

- FICS -

A Great American Pastime - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Edging bratty sub!Phillip

Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder

Sudsy shower sex with Altman

Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq

Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party

Phillip buying you a naughty present

Pegging bratty Phillip

Phillip degrading + facefucking you

Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face

- SNACCS -

Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test

NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume

Spending Hanukkah with Phillip

Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip

DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)

an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)

DOM!Dan Jones!

Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.

Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Sensual phone sex with Dan

Subby!Dan with assistant!reader

Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)

Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved

Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel

Dan begging you to swallow his cum*

Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work

- SNACCS -

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Dan with a shy!reader

Aftercare with Dan

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys

TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)

- FICS -

You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat 

Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught

- SNACCS -

Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics

Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids

NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS

Toby mustache HCs

RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)

- FICS -

Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you

Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos

Fucking a very touch-starved Rick

Making Rick cum in his pants

Rick worshipping readers phat titties

- SNACCS -

Roadtripping with Rick

Rick tickling and teasing your pussy

PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)

- FICS -

Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Praise kink with sweet Sevvy

Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier

Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times

Paul spanking you with his file folders

Giving Sevvy head so good he cries

Overstimulating sub!Sevier

Somnophilia with Sevier

-SNACCS-

Sevier comforting sad reader

ALL OF THE BOYS

DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart

- THOTS -

Dirty texts from all of the boys

How the boys feel about stretch marks

Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip

The boys with pregnant!reader

The boys on hickies and love-bites

The boys on period sex

Loving on fat!reader

Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~

How the boys would ask you to move in with them

The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)

How the boys would spend a snow-day with you

- SNACCS -

The boys on thicc thighs

Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys

Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader

~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2

TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan

Top three boys with a breeding kink

The boys on the BDSM test

Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’

A lil’ bit of clit worship

Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler

Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie

What kind of porn the boys watch/read

Falling asleep and waking up with you

What to do to get the boys weak for you

Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”

How kinky do the boys get + fave positions

How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category

The boys taking care of you when you’re sick

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie

NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD

NSFW Alphabet: Experience

NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret

NSFW Alphabet: Location

NSFW Alphabet: No

The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)

What the boys sound like before they cum

On finding out you’re bisexual

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie

How the boys give hugs

What the boys prefer to fuck

Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde

What alcohol the boys like to drink

A few New Year’s Resolutions

How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink

Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde

Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)

Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde

Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night

On dating a reader who does camming

The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle

The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work

WHICH OF THE BOYS...

Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you

Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you

Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)

Has the biggest dick - part 1 

Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)

Has the best cock

Prefer showers or baths

Is the dirtiest and softest

Give the best back scratches when tucking you in

Wear speedos vs. trunks

Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)

Is an ass man vs. a boobs man

Would be into having a threesome, and what kind

Would want to have children*

Is the best at eating you out

Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape​

Love facials the most

Is most likely to eat ass

Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip

Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging

Is the cuddliest

Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you

Has an edging kink

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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

- FICS -

The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)

{part 1} - {part 2}

Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.

CHAOTIC DOM!Matt

-THOTS + SNACCS -

HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup

HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things

Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva​

How you got together with Matt + misc HCs

A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs

Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??

What Matt’s cock is like

Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex

Crumbs on soft!Matt

Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex

Matt + first-time somnophilia

Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best

Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob

Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating

Sweet Matt buying you succulents

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SNL BOYS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom

Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)

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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Kylo’s guilty pleasures

Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher

How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him

Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum

Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard

Dom!Kylo fucking your throat

Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior

Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs

Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo

Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)

Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher

Cockwarming in the throne room

Kylo watching you kick ass in training

Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless

Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy

Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day

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SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!

Love Letters from The Boys

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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)

-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-

daddy kink

hurt/comfort

virginity kink / innocence kink

pregnancy kink

breeding kink

size kink

fluff

body positivity

light verbal degradation / degradation kink

light bondage / bondage

light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism

semi-public sex

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Last Updated: 12/30/21

Requests/HC’s/Etc: closed

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Hiya everyone! Thanks for your interest in my work. Under the cut I’ve provided all my adcu fics/one-shots/what-have-you’s. This list is a constant work-in-progress & will be updated regularly.

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Clyde Logan

Fics:

Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago)

Clyde x Female!OC

AO3 I 3.6k + 4k + 4k + 4k + 4k

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 * I Part 4 * I Part 5*

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Beta!Clyde x Alpha!Paterson x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Charlie Barber

Fics:

Deep End Distractions

Charlie x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.2k + 4.6k + 4.9k

Part 1 I Part 2* I Part 3*

Ficlets:

Wildest Dreams

Charlie x Fem!Reader (can be read as Gender-Neutral!Reader)

AO3 I 1.6k

Henry McHenry

Series:

A Study in Henry

The Night, The Flame*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.1k

Fine Line*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.3k

Maurizio Gucci

Fics:

Gold Rush

Maurizio x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 5.5k + ?

Part 1* I Part 2

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Fics:

Shadow of the Sea

Merman!Kylo x fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.3k + ? + ? + ?

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I ?

Ficlets:

A Shrike to Your Sharp & Glorious Thorn *

Kylo x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 1k

Paterson

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Alpha!Paterson x Beta!Clyde x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Adam Sackler

One-Shots:

Fever Pitch*

A/B/O Dyanmics; Alpha!Sackler x Omega!Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 5.9k

Impulse Control* - ADCU Summer Fic Exchange

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 8.4k

Nervous Energy* - Marie Sackler Giveaway

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 3.7k

Flip Zimmerman

Ficlets:

Likes, Loves

Flip x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I < 1k

Paul Sevier

One-Shots:

Dreamscape*

Paul Sevier x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 3.1k

Rick Smolan

Ficlets:

A Night at Home*

Rick Smolan x SoftDomme!Reader

1.1k

Father Francisco Garupe (Francis)

One-Shots:

Moment's Silence*

Francis Garupe x afab!plus size!Reader

AO3 I 2.6k

[prince-kyloren]

800 Follower Celebration!!🎉

It’s just come to my attention that I hit 800 followers?!? Holy shit! To show my appreciation for all of you, let’s do drabbles & headcanon requests, and ships!

Drabble & Headcanon Requests:

Send in your smutty, fluffy, angst requests for any of the following boys!

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Adam Sackler

Flip Zimmerman

Clyde Logan

Paul Sevier

Ronnie Peterson

Maurizio Gucci

Paterson

Charlie Barber

Ships

For this one, send me an ask describing yourself; personality, hobbies, dislikes, that sorta thing!! It’s more about the personality than it is looks! (If you feel your looks plays into your personality, include a bit about it as well! Things like tattoos, piercings, fun hair, etc)

Let me know who you ship me with!

I will write up a few headcanons I have about you and whoever I ship you with!

Thank you all so much for stickin’ around with me, and appreciating my writing when I have the chance to share it with you all! It really means a bunch!! xx

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paper-n-ashes masterlist

Just a lil’ collection of the things I’ve written for the ACDU and Oscar Isaac fandom, all in one link filled spot. Everything is 18+. Individual tags and warnings are at the start of each post.

sparks and embers

Poe Dameron x Original Female Character, Kylo Ren Original Female Character

52/70 Chapters, 250k+ words, incomplete

Chapters - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 (currently reposting to Tumblr)

(A love triangle saga I worked on for over a year, before I ever came to Tumblr land. It isn’t reader insert (I’M SORRY OKAY) and has an OC as the protagonist caught between the two space bbys.)

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The First Move

Steven Grant x Female Reader

Part 1/2, 3.6k words

Just Once

Marc Spector x Female Reader/Steven Grant x Female Reader

Part 2/2, 2.7k words

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Under the Radar

Poe Dameron x Female Reader

One shot, 2k words

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Sharing

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber

Part 1/6, 2.6k words

Temptation

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber

Part 2/6, 2k words

Consequences

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber

Part 3/6, 3.6k words

Retribution

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber

Part 4/6, 2.7k

Incentive

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber

Part 5/6, 4.5k

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Here

Dan Jones x Female Reader

One shot, 2.1k words

Stress Relief

Dan Jones x Female Reader

One shot, 2k Words

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New Endeavours

ModernAU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Part 1/4, 2k words

Negotiations

ModernAU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Part 2/4, 2.6k words

Proper Celebration

ModernAU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader x Female!Stripper

Part 3/4, 4.1k words

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The Late Shift + Part 2 + Part 3

Paul Sevier x Female Reader

Short series, 2k + 2k + 3.9k

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Impatience

Rick Smolan x Female Reader

One shot, 2.6k

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[babbushka]

74 and 88 Paul pretty please for the smut prompts. Thank you!

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I always love writing for the soft boys, I hope that you enjoy! I switched up one of the lines to make it a little more inclusive, I hope that was okay!)

2k, NSFW (morning sex, praise kink, sex toys/vibrators, sub!Paul, morning orgasms)

The world is just waking up, when he comes home. Cars are honking down the interstate for rush hour traffic, birds are chirping, the smell of coffee and breakfasts are wafting out of every window on his block. The helicopter had dropped him off at the executive airport that was only a twenty minute ride from the house, and after those twenty minutes had passed, he ever so carefully put his key in the front lock, opened the door, and stepped inside.

Not two seconds after closing the door as gently as he could, did he hear your voice call from the upstairs bedroom, “Paulie? Is that you?”

Smiling to himself, he tugged open curtains as he passed them, letting the buttery gold light of early morning spill onto the hardwood floors. Paul was exhausted from work, but there was no way he was going to sleep now, not yet anyway. Trudging up the stairs, he lets his briefcase and the big stack of manilla folders drop at the door to his bedroom, and he leans against the frame to watch as you stretch awake, your naked body barely covered by the sheets that you must have kicked off during the night.

“Hi sweetheart, go back to sleep, I’m sorry I -- ” He starts, but you shake your head at once, a hazy sleepy groggy smile dancing on your lips as you crook a finger to beckon him.

“Don’t apologize.” You murmur, “Come here.”

Paul is weak for you, so weak, he toes out of his shoes and shucks off his suit jacket, and crosses the bedroom in three easy steps, crawling up the mattress to press a dozen chaste kisses to your face and cheeks.

“That was the last night shift for a while, I promise.” He whispers, not wanting to be too loud so close to you, you’re still half asleep after all.

“Good.” Humming, your hands slip around to his back and smooth up and down the sculpted muscle there, kissing him back when you can catch his lips, murmuring, “I’ve kept your side warm.”

“Thank you.” Paul smiles a little at you, before a great big yawn escapes his chest, and he rubs his eyes. Embarrassed, he blushes ever so slightly, and you only cup his cheek with one hand, finding him utterly endearing.

“I know you’re tired, but do you think there’s any way we could..?” Trailing off, you raise an eyebrow and waggle it at him, and he immediately picks up what you’re putting down.

“Actually, I brought you something.” Your question reminds him, and he leaves the bed for just a moment so he can grab his briefcase and bring it back over to you to show you what he means.

“Oh!” You aren’t sure exactly what to expect, but the sight of a bright red vibrator is certainly a welcome present. It looks small in his huge hand, but the second he passes it to you, you realize it’s actually quite big, both in length and girth. It’s made of a soft silicone, and it even has a rabbit attachment that has your stomach growing hot at the very sight. “Paul, it’s beautiful. Is this for me, or for you?”

“No, no, I saw it and thought of you, I was hoping that...well I thought I could maybe watch.” If Paul was blushing before, he’s crimson now. But he looks at you with big hopeful and clear eyes, and you can’t think of a single reason to deny him this.

“You’ve been working so hard, I think you deserve that. Go get ready for bed, I’ll be here when you’re back.” Giving him an excited grin, you nudge him gently with your free hand, and he kisses you one last time, before he leaves to go to the bathroom.

“I want to put it in.” He says shyly, when he’s showered and his teeth are brushed, and he’s standing in a clean pair of socks and underwear at the door once more.

You nod, and he rushes back over to the bed, and slips under the covers where you’ve been waiting so patiently. Or maybe, not so patiently, Paul discovers, as your inner thighs are coated with slick. He takes your hand and licks up the wetness that he sees on your fingers, and regrets that he missed you fingering yourself -- even if he is about to watch you come on this new toy.

“Okay, go gently -- ohh, that’s nice.” You encourage, lifting your hips and spreading your legs as Paul eases the vibrator in. Sometimes he has to use lube to help, but this morning it’s all you, your cunt nice and stretched, pussy practically dripping with want.

“You like it?” Paul is breathless when he finally has it pushed all the way in, making sure the rabbit ears are nudged right up against your clit. This is the part that always fills him with the most pride, watching your body accept the gifts he brings you, knowing he’s pleasuring you even if it’s not his own cock.

“Mhm, not as filling as you, but it hits the right spots.” You reach for him with sweaty sticky palms, and happily, he rubs his hand up and down your side. His ego likes that, likes that you still think his dick is the best thing; it twitches in his underwear. He’s too tired to deal with it for right now though, knowing you’ll probably ride him after he has a long nap, so he focuses on your body instead.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is so soft, but the way his eyes are trained on your lips with such intensity betrays any innocence he might give off, especially when he grabs a handful of your tits and squeezes, groaning, “Please?”

You don’t answer him verbally, instead reaching up to meet his lips in response. You sigh into his mouth, and Paul’s chest warms, because for as much as he misses you when he’s away at work, it’s nice to know that you’ve been missing him too.

“I’m going to turn it on now,” Anticipation hitches his voice in the back of his throat, and he lowers his hand to the vibrator that’s just been sitting nestled up in your cunt, waiting for some action, “If that’s okay.”

“Go ahead.” You’re eager, so eager to come, you know that it’s going to happen quickly just from how pent up you’ve been while he was away, and your voice comes out a little louder than you intend, making him blush again.

The moment he turns it on, your body feels like it’s melting with pleasure. You had a feeling that this was only the first of many settings, but already, the steady gentle vibration manages to stimulate right up against your gspot from the way the toy is curved so deliciously. You bite your lower lips, and at once, your hands move to grasp and grope at your tits, pinching and rolling your stiff nipples between your fingers as your husband watches.

“Mmm, you did wonderfully Paul, I like this very much.” You make sure to tell him clearly, because you know he gets off on the praise, on the reassuring words that he’s a good boy, that he’s pleasing you, “Oh shit, that’s good, fuck.”

“It can go faster.” Transfixed, Paul breathes out the words, but you barely hear them over the vibration that is shocking and rippling up your spine, into your mind.

“Soon baby, soon, let me -- fuck -- let me work up to it -- oh my god.” It’s too good, the way your nerves alight have your legs shaking, your feet trying to gain purchase on the mattress so you can push your hips up, so you can get the toy to have more pressure against the spot inside of you that has your body starting to jolt.

“I can feel it buzzing.” Paul lays one of his huge palms on your lower stomach, his fingers pressing down on the flesh there and making you moan, making you writhe just a little from the pleasure, because when he pushes down, it moves the rabbit ears onto your clit with more friction. They’re not yet buzzing, that’s probably a different setting, but that little taste of pleasure is enough to make you demand more.

“Paulie, honey, I need you to touch me, okay?” You gasp and sigh, the waves and waves of rippling sparkling stars traveling up and down your limbs -- your thighs tremble, your shoulders shudder, your eyes are shut tight, even though it is bright around you there is blackness behind your lids that is interrupted by the neon swirls of pleasure as this toy buzzes in your aching dripping pussy.

“Where -- I’ll do anything, where do you want me?” He is so sweet, he sounds nearly pained when he asks, and you reach a hand out to him and push him against your neck.

At once, he latches his mouth there and sucks dark marks and bruises, proper hickies, into your neck. You don’t care that they’re going to be visible in all your summer dresses and tops, you need the pressure and the pleasure and you need it now.

“Turn it up, p-please Paul, fuck, I want it faster!” You moan loudly, and Paul is more than happy to oblige.

“Like this?” He asks so eagerly, pressing a button and suddenly, blissfully, activating the rabbit along with a pulsing rhythmic vibration in the toy that has your back arching clean off the mattress.

“Yes!!” You shout happily, your mouth dropped open as your hands clench into fists and open again, grasping Paul’s hair where he’s still kissing and biting and sucking on your neck, your chest, your jaw, “Yes, right there, right there! Mmm, holy shit!”

“You’re glistening all over, so beautiful.” Paul pants, his cock hard and leaking in his underwear as he moves down your body to watch your hips buck up against the toy, a mess of slick between your thighs that he starts to lick up with his tongue, “I think you’re even wetter than the vibrator.”

You could laugh if all of your energy weren’t spent trying to focus on the delicious feeling of the vibrator, your body so tense, wound up just from the sheer force of determination to enjoy every single moment of the pleasure. Paul presses another button, and the intensity grows higher, and you moan louder, your legs kicking out from under you in a way that makes Paul hold them down, using his strength to keep you right where he wants you so that he can watch.

He loves this, loves seeing you come completely undone, loves hearing your throat click from your desperate groans and moans, your shouts of his name. He’s transfixed, he’s drooling, his cock is pressed against his stomach but he refuses to touch himself, not yet, he can wait, he’ll wait for you to tell him he can. But right now you’re not telling him anything, just moaning and writhing on the bed, the sound of the buzzing drowned out by your desperate pleas for more more more.

“Paul -- I’m going to come, I’m -- kiss me Paulie.” You demand, your voice shaking from the force of the vibrator, your legs straining against the hold he has on them with his hands. He minute he lets them go to obey your command and kiss you, those legs of yours are kicking again, spreading wide, toes curling into the sheets, body on fire with pleasure.

He kisses you, and your scream is swallowed by his tongue, as your body jack-knifes as your orgasm hits you, the overpowering stimulation on your gspot and clit too much for you to handle and finally sending you over the edge.

Paul reaches between your legs and turns the toy off, but leaves it there for a minute or two, or at least until you’ve calmed down enough to where it wouldn’t be painful.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Paul says to you, pulling your orgasm-limp body into his arms and settling your sweaty self against his chest, kissing the top of your head and murmuring, “Good morning.”

“Mmm, good morning to you too.” You laugh, eager to be reminded that the day has only just begun.

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Tagging some Paul lovin' friends!

@sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @sunflowersinthesnow @steeevienicks @chapterhappygirl @schopenhauerdeathsquad @glassbxttless @2000andwhat @cornmousequeen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @icarusinthesea @princessflip

[temos-era]

The Angel In Their Eyes

Officer Ronnie Peterson x Paul Sevier x Fem Reader

Words: 5.6k

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

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

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

Availible under the cut and on AO3 & Wattpad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your body froze.

“Admit it. You want it. Both of us."

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

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

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

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

“Are you being serious?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. “Please.”

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

“She’s all yours, friend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that, cumslut?”

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

“What about this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Paul, I-”

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

“Aah fffuck…Paul, I-”

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

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

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

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

“Angles, Ronnie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you to @/MissPandulce on Twitter for the FANART 😍

[jynzandtonic]

Hello, dear fic-writer friends!

There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk about for quite some time:

MOODBOARDS

I’m always blown away by the editing and artistic talent showcased in the moodboards I see for reader-insert fics—but when it comes to many of the works posted by my fellow white authors, they all-too-frequently feature images of thin, white women.

A pair of light-skinned hands clasped.

The silhouette of a slim girl twirling in a dress.

A shot of a woman’s slender, muscular back, smooth hair tumbling down past her shoulders.

Using these images may not be a conscious, malicious choice, but it is extremely harmful and alienating toward anyone who is not white, not thin. Before those folx even get to start the fic, they receive the unspoken message loud and clear: THIS STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN FOR YOU. It reinforces the idea that the ‘right’ body is light-skinned and skinny. It perpetuates the white supremacist, sizeist idea that white, thin bodies are the ‘default.’

I bring this up because I know the people in this community to be SO very creative, kind, and compassionate—and I know that my fellow white authors and I can do so much better at creating an inclusive space where ALL readers feel valued, celebrated, included, and safe.

When choosing images for your moodboards, consider what could be evocative of the feeling you want to create that doesn’t show what your reader ‘ought to’ look like.

What motifs or symbols from your story could you use instead? What other types of photos give you the same aesthetic vibe?

This is far from the most pressing issue in terms of addressing racism, fatphobia, and sizeism in the fanfiction community, but it’s an important one nonetheless—and with a little bit of mindfulness and accountability, we can address it. ❤️

My ask box and DMs are open to anyone who would like to chat about this, and I’m always happy to help brainstorm if you’re feeling stuck with a moodboard!

All my love, friends. xoxo

[themuseic]

Day 5: Anonymous Sex

Paul Sevier x GN!Reader/Character  / /  WC: 892

Warnings: Anonymous Sex, Sex Arcade (come ask if you have questions!). 

Prompt list here.

Paul Sevier cannot seem to find the time to do anything except work. 

Ever since every single billionaire on the face of the planet decided to dip their toes in the satellite game, Paul has been chained to his desk, deciphering codes and keeping tabs on the information flying through the air. His five o’clock shadow has grown into the beginnings of a beard, and he has slept in his plastic office chair more nights than his own bed in recent months. Paul lives on coffee and vending machine sandwiches, putting his work before anything else.

When his basic needs fall to the side, it’s no wonder that it’s been… a while since he’s gotten laid. 

And when he treks out to a nearby sex shop hoping to find some toy that can replace the real thing, at least for the time being, he can’t help the pull he feels to the back room. The sex arcade. 

He’s after a quick release - just his hand and a movie should do the trick. He’s never indulged in something like this before, and he can’t help but get excited over the idea of finding orgasm in a public place. 

The air feels thick - or maybe it’s his labored breath - as he settles into the chair to stare up at the screen ahead of him. Paul’s breath picks up as he flips to his preferred video, and abruptly stops when he hears a voice. 

“Want to have a bit of fun together?”

He freezes. He doesn’t move his body even an inch as his eyes scan the black walls, up until they settle on a hole in the wall, backlit by the flickering screen in the next room. Paul clears his throat and swallows the nervous lump in his throat. “Um, w-what?” he calls, timid. 

A pair of lips comes into view, barely lit by the glow of the television in his room. “C’mon big boy,” the voice speaks. “Come and give me what you’ve got.”

Paul’s heart races. So quickly he fears it might beat right out of his chest. But despite his nerves, he can’t help his intrigue in the velvet voice that dances from the port in the wall. Swiftly, he strides to the hole in the wall and runs his finger around the edge of the hole. He pushes in cautiously and quickly, his finger is caught in the plush, warm, and wet cave of someone's waiting mouth. They moan around his finger, and Paul groans, pumping his finger in and out, in and out. The pad of his finger runs along the line of their gums as he explores the delicate ridges waiting for him. Suddenly, he is left with the cool feeling of wet skin against open air. "Don't you have more for me?" the disembodied voice asks. 

He can't react fast enough. Paul fists himself, pumping his length a few times to ready himself, make him hard and ready for the delicious mouth on the other side of the drywall partition, before he slots himself through the hole, letting himself bob free in the air. Lips wrap around his girth and he groans, his forehead falling forward to rest against the wall. He was happy to settle for his hand, for a toy. This is beyond anything he could have asked for. 

His new friend on the other side of the wall takes him deep, rocking their face against the divider in the wall as they stimulate him, moaning and gagging on his cock. Paul can't help but whine at the feeling, thrusting back into them slightly. 

Paul Sevier is methodical. He does things by the rules. When it comes to dating, it’s the same - meet, date, see if it leads anywhere, and then go your separate ways when the relationship fizzles out.

This? 

This is something completely different.

The extent of his knowledge about the person with his cock halfway down their throat ends at the feeling of their mouth and the sound of their voice. It could be anyone on the other side, and somehow, he swears he gets harder at the very thought. 

Paul's brow is knit together, his mouth hanging open in a silent cry. He can feel every inch of himself, brought to life at this person's touch, and he can't help but shudder at the feeling of his stomach tightening. He edges closer and closer to release, and he whimpers as much. The moan around his head is just the perfect thing to tip him over the edge and tumble into his orgasm. Thick ropes of cum leap from his cock, hungrily swallowed by the mouth that holds him still. He cries as he teeters on the verge of overstimulation before they let him free, giving him reprieve from their delicious mouth. 

Paul can hear them hum in satisfaction. He can almost swear he hears them lick their lips. 

"Can I ask your name?" he wonders, breathless.

A chuckle. 

"That's alright big boy. Let this just be a fun memory." He can almost hear the wink in their voice. As the door opens on the other side of the wall, he doesn’t even consider leaving with them, just to catch a glimpse of them. Put a face to their perfect touch.

He'll let this be just what they said. 

A fun memory. 

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Dreamscape

Summary: Never has a human captured your attention like Paul Sevier.

Word Count: 3,157

Warnings: Dubious consent (dubcon), somnophilia (if you squint, but you don't have to squint that hard tbh), Is reader an alien? Is reader from another dimension? Who knows tbh interpret it how you want, Humanoid-but-not-human!Reader, reader's gender is not specified, reader is kinda a stalker but like... doesn't mean to be?, non-con voyeurism, unintended exhibitionism, masturbation, telepathy, mentions of wet dreams, unprotected penetrative sex (no chance of pregnancy), Paul Sevier is soft! eager! sleepy! baby! — let me know if I need to add anything else!

Prefer AO3? I gotcha!

You’ve been watching him for some time now, Paul Sevier.

Your Paul Sevier.

The prodigal child, Alton—he’d left a mark on the man’s aura. It shone bright, broadcasting loudly to anyone in the universes who would listen: Paul Sevier is good. Paul Sevier is safe.

You’d listened.

Your curiosity had been piqued. What was so special about one human? You’d wanted to find out—searched until you found him to study him. His soul shone so brightly that it took your breath away. You were enraptured by him from the start.

At first, you just watched—peeked in whenever you were able, whether he was at work or at home or out with a friend. He was kind and gentle and comforting, and smart enough to know how to use those things to his advantage. You liked hearing the soft timbre of his voice, liked watching his strong hands fiddle with the delicate frames of his glasses, liked seeing him smile.

You liked watching him sleep. Liked when he was at peace, mind and body completely relaxed, silky hair strewn across his pillow as his plush mouth hung open. He was so pretty. You had come across plenty of beings in your past that were physically pleasing, but Paul. You longed for him.

Longed to touch him, the slightest brush of your skin against his temple. You knew his unconscious mind would let you in—would reveal to you what he was thinking, feeling, dreaming. You wanted to know so badly, wanted just a glimpse inside that brilliant head of his. But you held back, took your time.

You tell yourself you’re content like this, curled up in the cozy armchair across from his bed, your physical being both there and not there. You can watch him—can protect him from anyone else that comes. He wasn’t theirs. He was your human now, and you were prepared to defend that declaration.

Paul is none-the-wiser, at least that you know of. Sometimes you think he might catch a glimpse of you: the flash of a shadow in his peripheral vision before you hide yourself from his perception. Not enough to acknowledge you, not enough for his brain to cling to whatever it’s seen, to process it. But, enough to give him a split second of pause. Enough to make him tilt his head curiously, to frown a little, to purse his plush pink lips just so.

It’s enough.

No one knows you do this, coming to him at night just to watch. He’s your favorite form of entertainment, but not for any sort of cheap thrill. It's for the way his soul rubs against yours, a balm for any ache you may have. It’s for the comfort of him, the way it soothes you to see him warm and alive and breathing.

You do touch, one night, against your better instincts. His aura is dark and stormy, body tense, his mind not going quiet and easy into the night. His hands clench in the covers, dark brows furrowed as he tosses and turns, and he mutters things under his breath that you cannot quite catch, cannot quite understand. It worries you, his behavior; you dislike seeing him so out of sorts.

So you come close to his bedside, studying where he is tangled up from fighting the confines of his blankets. One touch will do it—the center of his forehead if you can, pushing gentle pulses of calm, quiet, sleep, safe into his head. Your fingertips make contact with his skin, and you can’t help but suck in a shaky breath at your first feel of him.

Paul wakes.

He blinks up at you blearily, squinting through the dim light without his glasses. You don’t give him time to think, don’t give him time to realize he isn’t alone, to panic. You’re pushing comfort from your head into his, and his eyelids droop, heavy and drowsy. He hums, wriggling his nose around like it’s itchy as he slumps back down into the bed. Human, afterall; no match for what you can do to him.

You allow yourself to smooth your palm over his soft hair, brushing it out of his eyes before pulling the blankets back up to his chest. Paul shifts, curls up onto his side, nuzzling his face into his pillows. Beautiful, lovely Paul. Your whole being feels light as air, seeing him so relaxed again. One more sweep of your fingers over his scalp and you come into contact with his temple.

The image of you is in his head, his subconscious clutching greedily at it, swirling around it to feed his dreams. It pleases you, knowing he has a ghost of a memory to cling to.

You can’t not touch after that. You’ve gotten away with it once, surely you can get away with it again. Who would know? Paul? You can overpower his mind easily, send him back to sleep with the touch of a finger. You aren’t doing anything bad. You just… want to be closer to him. Want to know him.

He wants to know you, too.

He dreams of you often, without any of your influence or bidding. Curious dreams that fill his head, his subconscious trying to figure out who you were, how it knows you, why you’re important. Important. Paul thinks you’re important. It brings a smile to your face, and you brush your thumb over one of those high cheekbones, confident that he won’t wake with his mind so preoccupied.

The dreams continue, and it’s only when the image of you starts to warp and fade at the edges of his mind that you press a little more of yourself into his head. Just your name, but it’s enough for his subconscious to cling to—enough that the image of you brightens again, his human brain delighted to have solved a little of the mystery it was trying to decipher.

Later, you curl up in his armchair to watch the grey morning light slowly fill the room, highlighting the dark freckles and beauty marks that decorated his pale skin. You of course hide yourself from him in moments like this, existing between his world and yours, nothing but a near-ghostly presence that you doubt he can feel. Humans were never very perceptive to those sorts of things.

Paul wakes slowly, as he always does. Stretches his long limbs, head to toe, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. You watch the way his white T-shirt rides up to reveal the tempting expanse of his soft stomach. As always, your gaze traces down the dark trail of hair that leads under his checkered boxers; you wish you could see more. He lounges in bed, unashamed and unaware of his unintended exhibitionism.

Paul swallows hard, throat bobbing as he looks blankly up at the ceiling. His cheeks are tinged pink from the warmth of sleep and you want nothing more than to slide up beside him, slot your body against his, nuzzle your face into his neck. He sighs softly, mouth falling open just the tiniest bit to let out the breath of a word.

Your name falls from his lips. And just like that, you’ve moved into his conscious mind.

It’s exhilarating, and you suddenly find that you know exactly when he’s thinking about you, as if the floodgates to a bond have opened all at once. It sparks something within you, a little tingle in your head whenever he has you in his mind’s eye. He daydreams of you while he cooks, while he types on his computer, while he watches tv.

You like to watch the little dance of expressions on his face that signal the arrival of your image in his head. You like when he chews down on his bottom lip, when he smiles to himself, when his cheeks turn all rosy. He loses focus, fiddling hands falling still for once as he stares off into space. You know he’s trying to figure you out—trying to understand who you were, why you were in his head. Your curious human.

One evening he thinks of you while he’s in the shower, his wet hair slicked back by the running water, making his big ears stick out. You like to admire him when he’s like this. He was much more attractive than he gave himself credit for, all freckled pale skin and long limbs—hard muscle with the loveliest bit of softness to his chin, his stomach, his thighs. You thought he was beautiful, even when he scrunched his face up at his reflection in the mirror.

Paul goes through his regular routine, quick and efficient as per usual, but then there’s a pause—a hesitation. You see him swallow, see him reach out for his body wash. He blushes, the pink decorating his cheeks and moving up to his ears a lighter shade than the red splotches from the hot water. When he leans an arm against the tile wall and wraps one large, soapy hand around his cock, you can’t help but look on greedily.

He’s a gorgeous picture, all yours to see, to hear. A small noise leaves his mouth, a cross between a moan and a gasp, and it shoots right between your legs. He stays quiet even when he’s alone, as if the echoes of his own noises embarrass him. All you want is to hear more.

He strokes himself to hardness, biting back groans as he presses his forehead into his forearm, looking down to watch the way the pink-purple tip of his cock presses through his long fingers. Thumbing just under the head—a gentle, rubbing pressure—makes him choke out a sob, and you sigh happily to yourself. You want him to feel good, so good. You want to watch him fall apart.

Paul is methodical even in his own pleasure, jerking himself at a steady pace, muscles in his forearm flexing. He pants softly, and you have to strain to hear his breathing over the running water. You think of touching yourself, or even, perhaps, touching him. But you don’t—you don’t want to interrupt the scene in front of you. Not when you’re seeing him so open and vulnerable, so free.

He murmurs something to himself, his eyes squeezing shut, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s said your name. Your heart rate picks up even more, whole body on fire with the knowledge that he was picturing you while doing this. As soon as your name leaves his lips, Paul moans, his hand moving faster up and down his velvety cock, spreading the lather over his skin.

“Oh, oh, ffffuuu—yes.” He gasps, getting louder as his strong thighs tremble. He says your name again, ragged and breathless, back tensing as he curves closer to the shower wall. You don’t know where to look, your gaze torn between his pretty face, the water streaming over his shoulders, his taut little ass, his hand on his cock.

He seems to lose his breath completely for a split second, his plush mouth falling open into a lovely ‘o’, and then he’s letting out a low groan as his cock pulses, painting his hand and the wall with his cum. His toes are curled, every muscle in his body strained as his hips jerk out of his control. It takes him a couple moments to relax, to come back down from his orgasm—eventually, he slumps, pressing his cheek against the cool tile while his chest rises and falls, breathing deep.

You stare, taken by him, utterly under his spell. He had you caught—captured completely. Your special, clever, gorgeous human. Your Paul.

You want him. He wants you. It’s time you claim him for yourself.

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You come to him at night, weeks later, after suffering through more episodes of him touching himself, of him dreaming of you, of him waking up with cum-filled boxers. You could enhance his dreams easily, if you wanted. Could place the thought of you into his head, ensure his attachment to you. But why would you, when you don’t need to? Paul was doing it all by himself.

So when the time comes, you’re confident. You don’t give him time to argue, because you know he won’t want to. He doesn’t startle awake at your touch, not this time. He welcomes the brush of your fingertips over his neck and jaw—nuzzles into your palms as you kiss him awake. His large nose rubs against your cheek as he presses his tongue into your mouth, his reaction immediate, as if his body knows it belongs to you.

You smile at him when he blinks up at you, his mind fuzzy and still half asleep. He murmurs your name, voice thick with disuse—wraps his large hands around your hips, pulling you closer into his lap. No hesitation, no confusion; just acceptance from your wonderful human. You lean over him, letting him roll his hips against yours as you kiss him again and again, stealing his breath from his lungs until he’s gasping against your mouth.

He’s eager, even in his hazy state. His cock is nice and hard underneath you, and Paul doesn't try to hide it. You say his name against his lips, his jaw, his ear—tell him he’s beautiful, he’s good, he’s perfect. He reacts by closing those beautiful eyes of his, arching his neck back to give you access to more of his skin. He basks in your words; you can feel the pleasure they bring him as it thrums through his aura.

You like making him feel this way.

“Paul.” You say again sweetly, smoothing your hands over his clothing. He doesn’t notice how easily they disappear from his body, doesn’t notice how yours do the same—he’s too focused on the feeling of you, the taste of you. You get a glimpse of his mind, of the things he wants to do to you. It makes you smile, and you note them for later. Later, there would be later.

But right now you need him in a more concrete way. You need everyone to know he’s yours.

You think of it—of the pretty mark your bond would place on his golden soul. You want nothing more than to see it, to bask in the glow of it. You wish he could see it, too, but maybe—someday—he will.

He moans loud and low in his throat when you hold his cock in your hand, rubbing the thick, hot head against your wetness. You let his tip caress you, notch against your opening only to move back through your slick. Paul digs his fingers into your skin, going nearly cross eyed as his eyes strain to focus between your legs.

“Please,” he pants out, tone gravely and cheeks flushed, “-inside.” He’s begging you, your sweet Paul, but it’s something he never has to do. You’ll always give him everything he needs.

There’s a wavering of energy between the two of you when you sink down onto his long cock, and it takes you a moment to realize it’s him going lightheaded. He almost cums from just the initial contact, his eyes rolling back as he sucks in a sharp breath. You can taste it in the air, his near-orgasm—salty and heady. But then, Paul relaxes into the mattress, letting out a whine from deep in his chest as his cock jumps within you, his body and mind fighting one another.

You let him savor you—let him close his eyes and breathe in deep as you squeeze his cock over and over. His head spins, enveloped in his favorite dreamscape of your wet, velvet heat. You’ve never seen him so happy, so relaxed, and when sleep creeps back into his mind you debate allowing it. He’s so drowsy, basking in how good he feels; you could fuck him nice and slow and easy, let him drift in the feeling of it.

But, you’re selfish. You want to see his reactions, want to hear him make more of those sweet noises while he arches his neck back into his pillow, tendons straining. So you lift yourself up, sighing happily at the drag of his cock inside you before dropping back down. Paul chokes out a sound akin to a sob, chest heaving as his plush lips shape inaudible words. You understand what he wants all the same.

You give it to him, placing your hands on his freckled pecs and bouncing hard and fast on his cock as you watch him greedily. There is no disputing the fact that he is yours, that this is your claim on him. Paul takes it beautifully.

He gives you all the noises he’s previously kept quiet, letting out broken whimpers, loud whines, gasps, groans. It’s shameless, the way he sounds as you ride him, the way his hands scrabble at your thighs and hips as if he’s holding on for dear life. Your name swirls in his head and on his tongue until it’s all he knows, those sleepy brown eyes looking up at you adoringly.

That tangy taste fills the air again and you can feel how Paul’s body tenses underneath you, thighs trembling, toes curling. He’s overwhelmed by you, by the pure sensation of his pleasure. You nod at him, breathless as you move a hand to his cheek.

“Cum, Paul,” you demand, needing to feel his seed inside you, hot and sticky and making you full. His own claim on you, his own mark, reciprocating your bond. He lets out a shaky cry before slamming his head back against the pillows, soft hair sticking to his sweaty face.

You can’t help but moan as his cock spurts, balls pulsing, filling you just like you’d hoped. Your perfect human, perfect Paul. You capture his mouth with yours and he reciprocates your kisses, movements sloppy as he sucks in breaths, trying to come down from his high.

His brain tries to reboot, his mind struggling awake through the haze of sex and sleep. You want more from him, but he’s tired, your Paul. He has to be at work in a couple hours, and he should enjoy himself while he can.

So you nuzzle into his cheek, brushing his hair back from his forehead with delicate touches. “Go to sleep, Paul.” You murmur to him gently; he hums a small noise in response, a mix of confusion and petulance. It makes you smile fondly, and you let your fingertips drift down to his temple.

“Sleep,” you say again, pushing the sensation into his mind and feeling a calm wash over him. He murmurs your name once more, hands relaxing into the blankets where they had been holding onto you.

You press one last kiss to his slack mouth, sighing happily. You’d make sure he was cleaned up when he woke, but for now you would relish having him like this. You couldn’t wait to have him again.

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Breakup Headcanons

Warnings: General Angst, Cursing, Slurs, Mentions of Cheating, Ended Engagement.

A/N: @oh-adam​ this is for you! I know you just wanted a drabble for my choice, and... well it’s hard to choose so I decided to do headcanons for a bunch! :) I hope you enjoy! I put everyone underneath the cut since it’d get too long otherwise and no one would want to reblog lmao. Also here’s to me trying to write for Flip and Adam for the first time! also I think credit to @drivermisfit​ for using one of your gifs! I saw the watermark, so thank you <3

Kylo Ren:

“It’s for your safety!” Kylo explains again. Somehow he’s gotten the idea into his mind that by sending you to the outer-rim, somewhere you’re less likely to be found, that you’ll be safe from Snoke and the First Order.

“I don’t care!”

“Well I do, and what I say goes. I am the Commander. Get in! Don’t make me force you,” he threatens, his breathing starting to get heavier as his anger level rises, his fear getting more serious as the longer your relationship had gone on, the more and more he’d gotten feelings for you. “I love you,” he says your name, gloved hand reaching out to caress your face, “but I have to leave you. It isn’t safe anymore and I don’t know when it will be. My life is already at risk and I can’t risk yours too. I was foolish enough to think they wouldn’t catch on for this long.” Now that you’ve obeyed him and entered the starship, he closes the walkway and takes off his helmet. Placing it underneath his arm he guides you toward the cockpit, being gentle with you for a last time. 

You don’t say anything as you can’t find the words to. The cast on your arm and the bandage on your head are already warning enough. He straps you into the seat and has already set the ship up with coordinates before you’d both even come down to the hangar.

“Remember-” you cut him off and finish his sentence, “-when you arrive destroy the data so they can’t track me. Yes, yes, I already know, Kylo! It’ll be fine!” You reassure him. Sighing, you look at his face, never wanting to stop look, fear riddled in your body as you worry for what will happen to him when you leave.

“Okay... well... I love you. I always will, my star... please be safe,” he whispers, suddenly tearing up as he presses a kiss to your forehead, running his hand over your hair before pulling away. You hadn’t anticipated how painful the sounds of his departing footsteps would be, but teardrops run down your face as you silent let yourself sob, shoulders wracking as he leaves the ship, it already counting down and preparing to take off, leaving and tearing you away from the love of your life.

Charlie Barber:

You knew it was coming when he’d started working late everyday. Charlie would be more than a few minutes late to your dates with really lame excuses and you started communicating less and less. Maybe it’s me, you thought, but ultimately forbid yourself from dwelling and going any further down that train of thought since you haven’t done anything wrong! “I’ve just been really busy with work!” Charlie argues, “Transitioning from theatre to film is not what it’s cracked up to be! Do you even know how many calls I’ve had to make? How many meetings I’ve had to take or how many of my days I’ve had to sacrifice seeing Henry?” A scoff comes from his mouth as he rolls his eyes, holding back tears as his cheeks start to turn a little red. “I can’t do this anymore,” the way he says your name is heart-breaking, the final acknowledgment that it’s not working and he doesn’t want to continue trying making your heart ache with pain.

“So that’s it, huh? After everything?” You ask, fed up with his lies and excuses, the defensiveness.

“For fuck’s sake! Yes! I’m done. I can’t do this right now. I can’t handle this. I’m done.” Gesticulating with his hands in the air, Charlie finally lets himself take a deep breath as the two of you just stare at each other from opposite sides of the room solemnly. “There’s just too much going on right now,” he whispers, and that’s all it takes for you to turn around and walk out the door.

Clyde Logan:

“You what?” Everything else around you fades except for him, the only things running through your mind and ringing through your ears repeatedly are the words he’d just said. Your heart clenches, pain making you clutch at it as your cheeks sting with the threat of tears willing to surface.

“I said I went through with it. I enlisted. We’ve been talkin’ bout it an now that Ma and Pa are gone... Jimmy says this is the best bet for college an I agree. I’m leavin’ tomorrow mornin’. Darlin, please don’t cry. This is the last thing I want right now, but I... I have to do this... and while I’m gone I don’t want you waiting’ around for someone who might never come back.” Clyde takes a step forward, hands reaching up to wipe away your tears, but you turn away from him.

“I- I don’t want you to leave!”

“I know,” he whispers, his voice soft, sweet like honey, and calm like the lake in the morning, “but I promise ya that I wasn’t no good for ya anyhow. There’s gotta be a man that deserves you ten times more than me and can give you the life you actually deserve.” His hand rubs your back while the other one brushes your hair behind your ear. Before you can speak he calls your name, his beautiful brown eyes looking down into yours. “I just came to say goodbye... but,” he shakes his head, “god dammit if I can’t help myself... can I have one last kiss goodbye?” 

Nodding in response, too choked up to speak, you crane your neck to place your lips against his. The previous smile that’d engrossed your lips slowly melts and turns into a smile as Clyde’s sweetness never fails to brighten you up. One of his hands weaves into your hair while the other snakes itself around your waist. Your lips dance against one another, his soft plump lips pressing harder than usual against yours while both of your noses brush against each other. Curse him and his cute big nose!

It all feels like it happens too fast. While the kiss seemed to last forever, he’s suddenly out of your arms and on the other side of the parking lot and into his truck, then gone... almost like it never even happened.... like you never even knew him.

Adam Sackler:

“Get out of here!” He screams, head and hair shaking with fury, “Fuck!” Of course, though, you don’t move. “I don’t want to hear you shit! I already fucking told you what happened! I can’t take it back!” Pounding his closed fists against his head angrily he beats himself up. See, Adam had told you that two days ago on Saturday night he’d went to a mutual friend’s house for comfort after the both of you had gotten in a fight. Now you couldn’t even remember what started the fight but it doesn’t even matter. Next, the friend convinced him to go to a party, where Adam ended up seeing Jessa... one thing lead to another and she kissed him, he pushed her away, but after another kiss and one more, they madeout. Of course he felt guilty and told you today, but that doesn’t change what happened.

“I just want you to know that I fucking loved you Adam! I fucking loved you and go and do this?!” He doesn’t care that you’re crying in his living room, no, at least it doesn’t feel like it cause all he’s been doing for the past five minutes is telling you to ‘get out’ and leave. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do!”

“I don’t know what I want you to do either! Do I think I wouldn’t fuck tell you if I didn't?!” Furiously wiping away your tears with the sleeves of your shirt, you try to ignore the throbbing in your head. “I fucking HATE this you know that?! I fucking hate that you’re forcing me to do this!”

“I’m not forcing you to do anything!”

“Yes you are!”

“No I’m not!”

“I c-” you choke on a sob, having to catch your breath, “I can’t do this. I- I’m breaking up with you Adam.”

“You can’t,” he whines, his expression suddenly changing at he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“It’s too late. I just did.” Making your way toward the exit, you know you need to get away from here and move on as fast as you can.

Paul Sevier:

“Paul, can we talk?” You ask as you sit down in a chair at a corner table at a random cafe you’d picked to go to for lunch today. Keeping your purse in your lap, Paul doesn’t fail to notice that’s odd.

“Isn’t that what we’re already doing?” He jokes, smiling as he chuckles, scooting in his chair as he gets settled in the chair across from you.

“Okay, sure, but I mean seriously,” you sigh. He can tell this isn’t going anywhere good. Something’s up. “I want to break-up. I’m not happy anymore, I can’t do this. You’re a nice guy, I like you, sure, but I have this co-worker who I like and has been asking me out and... I just... I can’t do it. I don’t want to do that to you, so... I want to break-up.”

“But-” he’s taken aback, his jaw dropped as he shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed as he processes everything, “Uh... just like that? What about the wedding?” He asks stunned, his heart not even in pain as he can’t comprehend what’s happening in this moment. Where had he gone wrong? What did he do?Was it something he said?

Taking off your ring you place it on the table for him. “We never planned it, so there’s nothing to cancel. I thought I could live this kind of life, but with you gone all the time, I just... can’t do it. I don’t think I could live like that. I’m sorry. I don’t want to draw this out Paul, I really don’t. I loved you, I really did, and it broke me for a long time to even think about this. But I know that I’d never be happy just keeping this up. I really hope you find somebody. I have to go.”

Within another moment you’re gone. Paul doesn’t move an inch. The diamond ring glints in the mid-day sun on the table and he quickly springs into action to snatch it into his hand and stuff it into his pocket under the table, removing the scene of its evidence like it never even happened. The waiter comes up to the table and offers him a menu, greeting him with a smile which he doesn’t return. “I’ll just take one margarita please.”

Flip Zimmerman:

Parking outside your house, Flip shuts the engine off and gets out of the car to lean against it. You know he said 7:30, so you should be out the door any minute now. He taps his foot against the pavement, admiring the way the trees blow in the wind, leaves starting to turn yellow and red as autumn approaches. A minute passes, then another before he pulls out his packet of cigarettes and his lighter. A breath of fresh smoke wafts into his lungs with his breath, he holds it for a moment before letting it out, the smoke curling up and disappearing into the air. Holding the cigarette between his fingers he perks up when he hears the screen door swing shut. A smirk displays itself upon his lips as you trail down the driveway, you dress swaying with your hips and your heels clacking against the concrete. It isn’t until you’re right up in his face that you go in for a kiss, only to halt a centimeter away, your smile turning into a frown.

“You lied to me Flip Zimmerman,” you accuse.

“Bout what, Doll?” He responds calmly, flicking the cigarette to knock the ash off and onto the street below. Small qualms like these don’t phase him, everyone’s got a bone to pick and Flip doesn’t have time for it. All of his days are spent dealing with fights and problems, the least he can have is his time-off spent with peace and coolness.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say sarcastically, backing up a bit as you toy with him, “maybe the fact that you don’t work for Bobby’s mechanics, but you’re in fact, a fucking pig?!” Shoving his chest, Flip’s eyebrows furrow together as he takes another puff of his cigarette before tossing it aside onto the street.

“That’s what you’re mad about?” He asks seriously, taking a step toward you.

“You’re not denying it- so it’s true?” You put your hands on your hips.

“And what if it is? You got a problem with me being a ‘pig’?” He mocks you, hating the recent reputation the police have started to get, and the problem you’re personally taking up with him since you know fully well that he’s not like other cops, he’s a good man through and through. At least, he tries to be.

“Yes, I do, and for starts it means I don't want to be seen going around with no pig! So you can count yourself out, Casanova.”

“Fine! Whatever, as if I care! You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last, babydoll!” Rounding his car, he tears open the door and gets in, slamming it shut behind him before speeding off.