#ronnie peterson oneshot

[inthebottle]

THIS IS WHERE ALL OF THE WRITINGS I HAVE POSTED FOR CHARACTERS I NO LONGER WRITE FOR BUT WOULD STILL LIKE TO SHARE WILL BE LINKED!

( CLYDE LOGAN )

oneshots…

mini-fics…

( ADAM SACKLER )

( FLIP ZIMMERMAN )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN )

( BEN SOLO / KYLO REN )

( RONNIE PETERSON )

( DANIEL JONES )

( CHARLIE BARBER )

( RICK SMOLAN )

( TOBY GRUMMET )

( JUDE )

( PAUL SEVIER )

( HENRY MCHENRY )

( ENZO FERRARI )

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

HERE'S THE OFFICIAL ASK BABE, YOU CAN SAVE IT FOR NEXT WEEK BUT HIT ME WITH THE RONNIE GOODNESS. That boy has a serious sweet tooth (fight me it's my own canon) and I want to hear about the VERY MOMENT that it dawned on him that he can eat things off of us whenever he wants. ALLOW ME TO SET THE SCENE. Friday night. The Mandalorian is back for season two and you're both FUCKING STOKED. Ice cream sundaes. You have a little something on the corner of your mouth and he leans in to kiss it away. 💜

A/N: LET ME JUST SAY... THIS FIC GIVES ME ALL THE FUCKIN’ FEELS I COULD POSSIBLY HAVE AND I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH THIS ADORABLE NERD NOW... @millenialcatlady THANK YOU FOR PUTTING THIS NUGGET IN MY HEAD AND THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO RUN WITH WHATEVER I PLEASED AS FAR AS IT ALL GOES! I LOVE YOU MY MUSE AND I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS TAKE ON YOUR AMAZING ASK!🖤

Warnings: food play, pregnancy, pregnant sex, tit sucking, cowgirl style, DIRTY TALK (the good kind), slight breeding kink, stuffing/creampies, Use of the word Daddy but not in the kink way, absolute fluff, absolute smut, just pure marital bliss

(Text Thread) 

Ronnie: Hey, honey. At the store picking up some things. Anything you want for dinner? 

Y/N: Oh, babe, you read my mind. I would love some ice cream, chocolate sauce, cherries, the works… oh, and pickles! 

Ronnie: LOL. Okay whatever you and my lil’ pumpkin want. I’ll be home in a little bit. 

Y/N: We love you, daddy! 

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You put the phone down to adjust your body on the couch, the further along you were getting, the harder it was to feel comfortable, let alone pretty. But Ronnie never failed to make you the happiest woman in the entire world. Always asking what you needed, rubbing every inch of your body when it ached, running baths to soothe you and your growing little one, and fucking you whenever you had the rush to eat him alive. 

He always went out and got whatever you needed, even if it meant waking up from a dead sleep at four in the morning all because ‘the baby’ wanted some black olives that seemed to be missing from the pantry. He was so selfless that way and in every way. You thanked whatever entity over and over again that he and you had met at the diner that one day. Both ordering the same cheeseburger and milkshake for lunch, sitting across the way, shooting glances as his mouth devoured the meat like the carnivore he was, and then proceeding to do the same to you in his smart car not even thirty minutes later. 

The both of you were inseparable at that point. Loving the same things, watching the same shows, eating the same foods. It was kismet in every single sense of the word and even more so when you found out that a carbon copy of you both was on the way. 

You sat there, contemplating the last year, waiting for your knight in shining armor to arrive home with the good stuff, rubbing your protruding belly as your little girl flailed around like the deviant she was. 

“I know sweetie,” you whispered to your bump, “daddy will be home in a little while,” glancing up as you heard the key turn in the lock. 

“Hey, there ladies,” your grinning husband beamed as he saw you cuddled up on the couch waiting for him, “how’s my favorite girls?” he put the paper sack down and knelt between your legs, pulling your face to him with his large hands, kissing you with the sweetest effort he could muster. 

“We’re good daddy,” you grinned, grabbing his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his shaven cheeks, admiring his soft pouted lips, “we missed you today.” 

He sighed, bringing his hands to meet your bump, rubbing it to get his daughter’s attention, “I missed you girls too,” bending his head down to meet your clothed skin, kissing the baby, “So. Much.” 

A series of flutters hit his hands as your daughter squirmed at his honeyed voice, “I think we’re slightly hungry, huh, baby girl,” he laughed as he felt more kicks pummel his fingers. 

“God, yes we are,” you whined as he got up to pick up the sack and bring it to the kitchen, “comin’ right up ladies,” he smiled grabbing the stuff out of the bag and chuckling at your excitement when bringing the jar of dill pickles and a fork your way. 

He kissed your forehead after taking the food, “I’m gonna make our sundaes after I get changed, okay honey?” 

“Ronnie, I can make the food,” you said struggling to lift your body from your spot. 

“Woah there mama,” he pushed you and your pickles back on the plush sofa, “I can do it. How about you queue up the show and put your feet up. I’ll rub ‘em when I sit down.” 

“Honey I really wan-,” 

“No,” he scolded, “you and my daughter relax while I get the menial tasks done that you shouldn’t bother yourself with. You’re the one doin’ all the hard work after all,” he grinned again, his glasses moving up his perfectly chiseled nose, displaying his precious dimples. 

You prayed that your little girl would get those perfect features of his. The ambered eyes, the dark hair, the moles that littered his body. He was too damn perfect. 

“Okay honey,” you sat back, balancing the jar on your belly as you shoved one pickle down your throat, rolling your eyes back into your head at the satisfaction of sustenance. He chuckled again, padding upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes as you got your weekly show ready for viewing. 

He made his way down after changing into a pair of black joggers, and a grey t-shirt, the sight of him hopping down the stairs causing a warmth to radiate through your pussy. After a few minutes of cabinet opening, and fridge closing, he came into the room armed with the majestic concoctions he’d created for the both of you, grinning ear to ear at the sight of your doe eyes twinkling at the food. 

“Babe,” you looked at him, “I love you so much, this looks amazing!” 

“I thought you’d like all the fixings,” he grinned even wider, sitting down and handing your special sundae to which you located where the pickle jar had been. 

He situated himself with an arm around you, and the sundae on his thigh, lifting the blanket you’d had over him so he could scoot even closer. After some rearranging, you pressed play on the show you’d decided on and devoured your ice cream as if you’d never had any your entire life.  

Half an hour in you held the empty bowl, thinking about sitting up to put it on the coffee table. You started to strain up to put it there, when Ronnie noticed your movements before you could even put them to action, “honey, here,” gesturing his large hand to which you placed it in and he did the deed for you. 

Sitting back after putting both bowls down, he threw his arm back around your shoulder, and the other to meet your belly, rubbing the spot as you laid your head between his neck. He looked down at the scene before him, smiling and kissing your crown, taking in the jasmine-scented shampoo that emanated from your gorgeous hair. Grinning yet again as he saw his unborn daughter writhe under his touch. 

His eyes wandered to your plunging cleavage, where a stream of chocolate sauce had found its home. His eyes widened at the glimmer from it, thinking of how he’d love to cover you head to toe in the mixture and lick every single bit of it from your perfect skin. His loose cock straining in his joggers as he became restless at the thought of bending you over the couch and stuffing you fuller than you already were of him. 

“Babe?” you looked up at his lust-blown eyes behind his glasses, “are you okay?” running your hand to brush his painful erection. 

“What’s going on?” looking at him with concern, “do you need something?”

“Honey,” he calmly stared into your eyes, “I need to do something,” his lips fell into a pout. 

“Okay?” you gestured, “what is it?” 

“I need to fuck you,” he matter of factly said, gripping your belly with his hand. 

Your lower stomach twisted in a knot, “o-okay babe, that’s fine with me,” you chuckled at his desperation. 

“But I need to cover you,” he moved his hand to plunge in between your tits, the motion causing a gasp to leave your mouth, “with chocolate sauce,” he said showing you the amount that had found its way there in the first place. 

You were fully on fire at this point, willing to let him cover you in anything he wanted to get him to fuck you good and hard. 

“Get the bottle,” you gripped his forearm, pleading him to wreck you.

He jumped from the couch and ran to the kitchen to grab the large bottle of sauce, grinning like a fucking kid in a candy store. In the time he had grabbed it and run back, you were already completely undressed and sat upon the edge of the couch, tits, and belly protruding out as you arched your back towards him.  

“Fuck, honey,” he beamed at your changed body, opening the bottle to drip it on your delicate skin, “you look fucking delicious,” watching the cascade of sweetness drip into the crevices of your breasts.

You sat there, completely dazed as your husband painted a mural on your tits, musing as he watched the chocolate cover your engorged peaches. 

“Perfect,” he marveled, capping the bottle and setting it on the coffee table. He made quick to remove his shirt, displaying his thick body to which you shuddered at the sight. 

“Suck my fuckin’ tits babe,” you mewled, falling to pieces as he brought his lips to your aching buds, sucking the life out of them as he situated himself between your legs kneeling before you on the couch again. His hands caressing your luscious pregnant curves, rubbing the sauce all over his face and your jugs. 

“These fuckin’ tits,” he moaned, “they’re gonna be the death of me, honey,” removing his glasses as he devoured them, leaving no trace of chocolate as he finished his work. 

He gazed at your blissed-out face, taking in the sounds you made and the way your lips parted as he made you fall apart over his gestures. His hand wandered down to your heat, feeling the wetness seeping out of your weeping cunt for him. 

“So fuckin’ delicious,” he groaned, rubbing the skin with his middle finger. 

“I want you to ride me, honey,” he begged with golden eyes. 

You of course couldn’t resist his puppy dog pleading and made him lay back on the couch like the good boy he was. 

“Take your pants of babe,” helping him undo his joggers as his large cock sprung free from its cage. Grabbing it in your soft hands and pumping it as he guided you onto his lap, your juicy thighs straddling either side of him. You let him help you guide your pussy to his tip, settling down as the shaft was covered by your walls as you sank down. 

“Fuck, Ronnie,” you whined out, feeling every inch of him touch your fluttering pussy, “you make me feel so damn full babe.” 

Undulating your hips on his lap, his hands gripping your sides with a bruising touch, rocking you back and forth on his body. 

“Yeah, honey?” he panted, “you like bein’ all full of me don’t you?” 

Thrusting up into your cunt, knocking on your tight cervix, releasing a piercing moan from your open mouth. 

“Goddammit!” you screamed speeding up your motions, “I fucking love it so much!” 

Your tits bouncing at his gyrations, your belly on display, it was almost too much for your poor husband. Your walls began to clench around him, signaling your orgasm, to which he moved his left hand down towards your throbbing clit. Rubbing tight little circles as he watched you unravel in front of him for the millionth time that night. 

“That’s it, honey,” he growled, “fucking cum all over my cock. You know you want to.” 

Watching your face look down at him, screaming for release, “I wanna cum on your big cock babe!” 

“Fuck Y/N,” his eyes went wide as your pussy released its sweet nectar, causing his pulsations to quicken. 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he gritted his teeth as you were rag-dolled on his thighs, sweat beading up on his forehead as he watched you grip your aching tits whining and moaning like a whore on his thick cock splitting you in half. 

“Stuff me full babe!” you cried out, rubbing your sensitive nipples, as he slammed your hips harder with his. He let out a feral growl as his dick twitched inside you, releasing his potent seed into your sopping hole. He pumped up and down slowly, watching the mixture began to seep out, only to have this bright red cock push it back in with a squelch and a groan. 

You both took some deep breaths, stilled in position, still gripping your tits as his hands left your hips to grip your bump, “you girls okay?” coming out of his haze in concern. 

“Yes babe,” you laughed moving to get off his lap to be more comfortable, “we’re just fine, I promise,” patting his blushing chest as he tried to control his pulse while helping you get into position. He sat up, grabbing your t-shirt from the ground as well as his, helping you place it back on, kissing every inch of your face and neck as he did so. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he grinned, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss as your fingers found his loose strands, pushing them back as your tongues danced over each other. 

You pulled off, gazing into the swirl of his ambered eyes, still petting the baby hairs that had stuck to his face, “I love you too babe.” 

At that moment, your daughter made her presence known again, sandwiched in between your sweat covered bodies. Ronnie brought his large hand to meet your over your belly, “she’s gonna be mad at us all night now, huh?” he laughed, rubbing on the spot where her little foot was poking in and out. 

“Ya,” you agreed, “I’m gonna be up all night with her I think,” putting your other hand over his and kissing his cheek as you both sat back into the embrace of the couch. 

Leaning down to press his lips to your bump, “pumpkin you’d better not give your mama any grief tonight,” he pecked a few times, rubbing his thumb over the flutters erupting, “she needs to sleep just as much as you do baby girl.” 

Your hands rubbed the back of his head as he nuzzled on your belly, cradling it as he shushed your squirming little one. The sounds of his hushing lulling you to sleep in the light of the tv playing the show you’d both been neglecting. 

After a few minutes of rubbing and cooing, he lifted his head to look at your sleeping form, admiring the way your face looked so peaceful in the white light of the tv. He kissed your forehead, gripping under your knees and back, lifting your dead weight into his hulking body. He sauntered up the stairs, carefully moving you out of the way of sharp objects and corners as he found your shared bedroom. He placed you gently on the bed, making sure you were on your side, and grabbed the body pillow you’d worn out over the last few months of its purchase. 

He placed it just so it supported the baby, and your aching body, watching as you closed in on its plushness, sighing in relief when you’d relaxed on it. He stared in the dim light of your bedside lamp in total adoration of you, noticing the baby moving in your body as you quietly snored. 

He bent down once more to kiss the appendage poking out, “go to sleep baby girl,” he whispered on your skin, “mama and I love you to the moon and back, pumpkin,” kissing it again and then moving up to you. 

“Goodnight honey,” he whispered into your ear, kissing it at softly as he possibly could, “I love you more than life itself.” 

He switched the lamp off, and slid into his side of the bed, enveloping himself around you, cradling his baby. Letting out a heavy sigh as he let the sweet sounds of your snores lull him to sleep. 

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I. AM. A. FUCKIN’. PUDDLE. 

IF ANYONE NEEDS ME IM BURYING MYSELF ALIVE BECAUSE IVE DIED OVER THIS ONESHOT. I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH. 

🖤,

ray-nal-beads  

[mrs-gucci]

Fourth of July Celebration 2021 Masterlist

here’s a compiled list of all of the works I wrote throughout the course of my Fourth of July celebration :)

(the things in italics are the original requests that each piece is based off of)

CONSTELLATIONS {Ronnie Peterson x Reader fluff drabble} May I please request watching fireworks with officer Ronnie please??? I adore the idea of snuggling in a hammock, enjoying the view and company ❤

HILLSIDE PICNIC {Mr. Pennyham (“Sleepover” SNL) x Reader fluff blurb} Mr Pennyham needs more love! Fourth of July shot with him and reader watching the fireworks after a picnic with a months old baby they dressed up in a July 4 onesie?

BEER BOTTLES & BOB ROSS TUTORIALS {Paterson x Reader fluff blurb} Hello dearest!! If it's not already been asked, I'd love to request a fluffy something about Paterson not liking fireworks because of his time in the military, and the two of you trying to celebrate the 4th in your own way to distract him from the noise? Sending you love!

A PROPER THANK YA {Clyde Logan x Reader smut & fluff oneshot} For the 4th of July prompt: Obviously Clyde is the best bartender in town. But you his lovely girlfriend come up with all the festive drinks for the holiday and they are a hit! What better way to thank his lady than to sneak off to his office and show her a hood time????

RED WHITE & BLUE {Charlie Barber x Reader fluff blurb} Reader and Henry making blue/red/white popsicles for July 4, and Charlie coming back from work or an errand and helping them?

BATHROOM RENDEZVOUS {Paterson x Reader smut & fluff oneshot} For a Fourth of July fic, could you write something to do with Paterson and the reader at a party with some smut?

MOUNTAIN VIEWS {Henry McHenry x Reader smut & fluff oneshot} I can see Henry as being the super sexy type to take you somewhere like a mountain overlook or a private rooftop dinner and have his way with you while the fireworks light you up! Thank you 💗

MAKING FIREWORKS {Flip Zimmerman x Reader smut & fluff oneshot} Here’s a thought for your July 4 requests. Laying on piles of blankets and pillows in the bed of a truck watching the fireworks with Flip or Clyde and making fireworks of your own. Thank you for sharing your writing with us!

BENEATH YOUR SKIRT {Charlie Barber x Reader smut & fluff oneshot} I bet Charlie would enjoy some nice cockwarming on a picnic blanket, while you way the fireworks and try not to get caught lol! What if your in laws are there too? 🤣 just a thought! I can’t wait to read all your stuff!

[jynzandtonic]

WIP Titles

Thanks for tagging me, @sacklerscumrag​, @mariesackler, @starlightsearches, and @finn-ray-nal-beads! Y’all are so sweet and I can’t wait to read your fics xoxo! I have... one zillion WIPs, which is part of the reason I never get shit done. Oops. Here are some of the things I’m in the process of expelling from my Nasty Little Rat Brain:

Chaptered Things I’m Finishing:

Cake - Adam Sackler x Reader 

pegging fic ayoo

Holds Two Nicely - Ronnie Peterson x Reader 

spanking and butt-stuff galore

The Dungeon Master - Matt the Radar Tech x Reader 

Matt teaches you a lesson for interrupting DnD night

What to Expect - Baby Daddy!Adam Sackler x Reader 

pregnancy fic uwuuu

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Sweeter than Honey - Flip Zimmerman x File Clerk!Reader 

i’ve literally had like 6 chapters of this sitting in my drafts for 8 months *facepalm

You Can, You Shall, You Must - Toby Grisoni x Travelling!Reader 

you meet Toby in Spain and quickly realize how much trouble he is

Meet Me in Moab - Vanlife!Rick Smolan x Outdoorsy!Reader, Modern AU - (saving for spring) 

Rick is an outdoor photographer traveling and living in a WV Westfalia... and you might just join him for the ride

Anything You Need - Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier x Reader 

you seek out a sugaring arrangement, but you realize it may not be all about the benjamins

Splash - William McTavish x Reader, Next-Door-Neighbors AU - probably saving this for summer 

the single dad next door has an amazing pool, and with a July as hot as this, there’s no way you aren’t hopping that fence

A currently-untitled Professor!Dan Jones x Reader fic

Oneshots:

Never Have I Ever - Virgin!Ronnie Peterson x Virgin!Reader 

you and Ronnie make a pact that if neither of you lose your virginity by next year, and oh, does time fly

Rumble - Clyde Logan x Reader 

you’re having a hard time cumming, so Clyde picks up some... reinforcements

A Great American Pastime - Phillip Altman x Reader

ruining a perfectly nice sunday drive with bratty!phillip

Beating Hearts - Zombie!Ronnie Peterson x Reader (probably saving for next Halloween)

Ronnie doesn’t make it during the zombie apocalypse in Centerville... but he doesn’t seem like a *normal* zombie

Patience is a Virtue - Daddy!Charlie Barber x sub!Reader

straight up orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation PWP lolz

THREESOME FICS AYEE:

Family Reunion - Clyde Logan x Ronnie Peterson x Reader

You meet Ronnie’s first cousin, Clyde, at a Logan family reunion, and decide you’d like the two-for-one family discount

Hotshot - Mando!Ronnie x Din Djarin x Reader 

YUP. RONNIE FETT AND MANDO DOUBLE TEAM YOU

aaaand as of today (eeeeee!) a yet-to-be-titled Flip Zimmerman x Javier Peña x Reader collabo-fic with @beskarbabs​!

Tagging just for funsies: @the-sacredtexts @millenialcatlady @ohdamnadam @maybe-your-left @beskarbabs @bloodkylo and ANYONE who wants to join xo!

[themuseic]

Hello beautiful! I’m going to ask you 8, 20, 38 and 45 😍 love you muchly!

8. What do you find really hard to write?

I find it SO HARD to write Kylo. One day I’ll get something longer with Kylo out, but for the time being, I much prefer to read him than write him. 

20. What’s your FMK lineup out of all the AD characters?

Oh god okay let’s see. 

Fuck: Charlie, Toby, Phillip Altman, Pale, Lev, Paul Sevier. 

Marry: Clyde, The Quadruplets (#justiceforRandy), Flip, Paterson, Rick Smolan, Sackler, Ronnie Peterson.

Kill: JAMIE (BOO HISS), Garupe, Dan Jones. 

38. Where is your happy place?

The mountains! Particularly the Sierra Nevadas - I lovingly say I grew up in that mountain range. 

45. Do you have any fic ideas you’ve thought of a lot but never written?

Oh gosh, I have a whole lineup of fics, oneshots, and blurbs tucked away in my journal and in Google Docs. For the time being, I’m not touching those until Only Fools is finished, and we’ll see what happens after!

Thank you for the questions bby! <3 

[mrs-gucci]

mrs-gucci writes Ronnie Peterson

ronnie’s taglist peeps! @icarusinthesea​ ➸click the link HERE if you’d like to be a part of clyde’s taglist peeps! 

*all of my pieces are written with a female reader character.*

Oneshots.

𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 Missing You 

Requests.

𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 Coming Home (sequel to “Missing You”) **

𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 Constellations [drabble] (2021 Fourth of July celebration request)

sunday funday masterlist (for some additional Ronnie works)

[mrs-gucci]

mrs-gucci’s requests!

last updated: 8/14/21

hello, hello!  here’s my requests post, with everything you need to know about requests/requesting here on my page.

*I ONLY TAKE REQUESTS WHEN MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS WHEN MY REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN! (you can check the top of my masterlist if you’re not sure whether they’re open or not.)

*there is a very likely chance that I will only write a few requests from each ‘open’ period. it’s nothing against you or your idea, I just literally cannot write everyone’s requests, and I apologize in advance for having to decline requests. it isn’t something I enjoy doing, I promise, because y’all have really great ideas and I truly wish I could write them all. 

before you request, please read the part under the cut. it details the characters I write, the content I write, and my hard limits/stuff I will not write. this is an ongoing and ever-changing list, so it will shift and change a bit as more things come up. I’ll try to keep it as up-to-date as possible!

~here are the characters that I will write for (subject to change as the page grows): MAIN BOYS: Maurizio Gucci, Charlie Barber, Clyde Logan, Kylo Ren, Henry HcHenry, Flip Zimmerman, Adam Sackler, Phillip Altman, Ronnie Peterson, Jude (Hungry Hearts), Paterson, Mr. Pennyham (“Sleepover” SNL), and Matt the Radar Technician (“Undercover Boss: Starkiller Base” SNL).

*I DO NOT and WILL NOT write any R*ylo, it’s just a personal preference.*

~here’s the type of content I write: smut, fluff, angst, horror/thriller, darkfic. oneshots, blurbs, drabbles, and headcanons.

~here are my hard limits (NO. EXCEPTIONS. please respect my boundaries): underage smut (under 18 years of age). r*pe. male reader. m/m relationships. dd/lg (I am willing to do d*ddy kink, though, on occasion). pet play. pegging. anal play/sex. scat play. feeding kink. [pro tip: if you’re not sure, please feel free to ask. my inbox is always open for questions, comments, bitches, gripes, etc.]

[jynzandtonic]

Ohmygoodness! I mostly live on Twitter pronouncing my love for Officer Peterson but your blog is THE reason I use tumblr! I love, I mean absolutely adore the way you write Ronnie. I am slave for every little oneshot/thot/head canon you provide! Never, ever stop, your writing is *chefs kiss*

Wait... THE reason you use tumblr?! 🥺😭😭 HOLY SHIT I AM SO BEYOND FLATTERED!! Oh, fellow Ronnie Superfan, you absolutely made my day. Thank you so much! ❤️ if you ever want to yell about our favorite thicc boi, I’m always here xoxoxoxo