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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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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!

Making Fireworks {Flip Zimmerman x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! ahhh, I love this request so much, thank you for sending this in :) @queeniebee

warnings: smut. fluff. unprotected sex/creampie. cowgirl position.

(possible) tw's: semi-public sex (outdoor sex).

Flip absolutely despises the Fourth of July. He always has to work and all the calls are almost always concerning drunk teenagers, which are his least favorite thing to deal with. It makes him feel like a beat cop all over again.

This year, he managed to score the night off, and he’s got something extra special planned for the two of you. He doesn’t get to do things like this often because of his work schedule, but whenever he gets the chance, he makes sure to put 110% into planning and executing it.

You’re always so great and understanding whenever he has to cancel dates or whenever he comes home late from the station; he wants to make it up to you in any way he can. So, he figures, a romantic setup to watch tonight’s fireworks display is a good place to start.

When he calls you up and tells you to be ready by 8, you’re instantly suspicious, but you agree nonetheless. Flip’s the best at things like this, never failing to surprise you.

Sure enough, he pulls up outside your apartment complex at 8 sharp, smiling softly when you walk out and meet his gaze.

“Hey, peanut.” He says when you hop up into the cab, leaning over to plant a quick peck on your lips.

You smile. “Hey, baby.”

Flip pulls away from the curb and hops on the freeway out towards the mountains. Your eyebrows furrow as he pulls onto the ramp, wondering why in the world he’d be taking you out there.

“What are you up to, Detective?” You ask, looking over at him.

He simply smirks, shrugging. “Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

You roll your eyes as the truck rolls down the freeway. Twenty minutes go by before he’s pulling off to the side of the mountain road, backing the truck onto a gravel spot.

Flip gets out of the truck and grabs some blankets and pillows from the backseat before walking around and opening up the back door. You get out and follow him, smiling when he spreads the blankets out over the newly-cleaned truck bed and throws the pillows up by the back window.

“Your firework-watching spot awaits, m’lady.” He says, smiling as he holds his hand out to you.

You take it and let him pull you up onto the back, smiling as the two of you lay back and look up at the star-speckled summer sky. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close as your head rests on his flannel-clad pectoral.

“What time is the show supposed to start?”

He furrows his eyebrows, recalling the newspaper piece he’d read earlier this week. “9 I think.”

You look at your watch, seeing that it’s 8:30. You nod, looking up at your handsome boyfriend, reaching up for a kiss on the cheek.

“Mmm, I guess we’ll have to find something to do in the meantime...”

Flip smirks, turning over on his side and pulling you flush against him. He kisses you on the lips, then, hand running down the curve of your body to grab your ass.

His beard tickles your chin as his lips work against yours, hips subtly pressing forward against your lower stomach. Your hands run all over his chest and torso as you kiss him, lips moving down to kiss and nip at his neck.

You gasp into his mouth when he suddenly flips over onto his back, pulling you on top of him.

“I think it’s only appropriate to put on our own little fireworks show until the real one starts...” He murmurs, fingers tugging the belt loops on your jean shorts.

You laugh softly, gently rocking your hips back and forth on top of him. “Mmmhmm, that definitely doesn’t sound like an excuse to fuck your girlfriend under the guise of a holiday tradition.”

“Well, I am nothing if not a patriot.” He smirks, smacking your ass. “Take your shorts off for me, peanut.”

Your head looks around at the surrounding forest and the dimly lit road, biting your lip.

“Here? Are you sure?”

Flip nods, fiddling with the button and zipper resting on your tummy. “I used to patrol here back in my beat cop days. There’s no one that comes around here, I promise.”

You dismount his lap in order to slide your shorts off while Flip pulls his jeans and boxers down just enough to pull his length out from the confining fabrics, sighing softly when he’s exposed to the fresh mountain air.

He wraps a hand around his hardening length, stroking it as he watches you shed your booty shorts, exposing the lacy thong you’re wearing beneath. You bite your lip as you crawl back on top of him, batting his hand out of the way to replace it with your own.

“Shit.”

Your hand begins pumping him firmly, switching between a casual pace and a quickened one, feeling the precum already beginning to leak from his slit. His hips buck up slightly the more you stroke him, soft grunts and groans pushing through his pillowy lips.

His fingers slide down between your legs and lazily toy with your clothed clit, causing you to whimper softly, the fabric at your crotch beginning to dampen.

Soon, you both pull off each other and you position yourself overtop of his stiff rod, sliding his mushroom head along your slick folds before sinking down slowly.

He groans shakily and his hands grip your hips when you sit down fully, walls spasming as they stretch to accommodate his girthy intrusion. You begin bouncing up and down on his lap shortly after the slight sting fades away, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

“Ohhhh, F-Flip.” You moan quietly, hands fisting his flannel as you try and stay steady atop him. “So fucking good.”

Flip groans, sleek raven hair splayed out over the pillows as his head presses back into them. “Yeah? You like bouncing on my big cock, peanut?”

“Uh huh, love it.” You nod, whimpering with each bounce.

His hand suddenly collides with the side of your thigh just as the first round of fireworks bursts in the sky. You shriek softly at the noise, startled, and even Flip jumps a bit.

The two of you laugh together as the fireworks continue to explode across the sky, the vibrations of each explosion rumbling through your chest. After the initial shock wares off, you continue your bouncing rhythm on top of him, feeling your orgasm begin to build up once more.

He can feel it, too, hips bucking up to meet your strokes, allowing him to reach deeper inside you. His tip continuously brushes against your cervix and his girth slides over all the pleasure spots on your walls, bringing you up to the edge within minutes.

“Mmmmmfffuck I’m close, baby.” You whine, bouncing up and down erratically.

Flip grunts, now fully fucking up into you, fingers digging into the meat of your hips. “I’m close too, peanut. C’mon, cum f-for me, cream all over my cock.”

His boots slip on the blankets as he tries to plant his feet, hips lifting up off the bed as he fucks you to completion. Your walls grip his cock when you fall over the edge, creamy release quickly coating his length and dripping down his balls.

“Fuuuuck! Oh g-god, Phil...”

He cums not long after you, a long groan rumbling deep in his chest as he shoots his load up into you. You lay down on his chest as you catch your breath and ride out your high, kissing his collarbones softly.

After a short while, you dismount from his lap, pulling your panties back into place before pulling your shorts back on while Flip pulls his jeans back up. You snuggle back up against his side once you’re redressed and the rest of the night is spent entwined in each other’s embrace as fireworks light up the night sky.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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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!

Beneath Your Skirt {Charlie Barber x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! here’s the final piece from my Fourth of July celebration!! thanks a ton for submitting, nonny :)

warnings: fluff. smut. humor. charlie’s mom is officially my new favorite person lol. cockwarming. unprotected sex/creampie. dirty talk. name-calling/degradation.

(possible) tw's: public sex (public cockwarming). smoking (canon for character).

Charlie’s mom absolutely adores you, there was no question about it. Every time you see her or come over to the house, she looks for an engagement ring on your finger and when she doesn’t find one, she chews her son out about it.

“Why haven’t you proposed to her yet, Charles?” She says, glaring up at him with her hands on her hips. “She’s not gonna wait around for you forever, you know, and it’s not like you’re getting any younger.”

This always makes you laugh and of course, Charlie always gets so flustered and annoyed at his overbearing mother, defending himself immediately.

“Mom, please stop asking that. It’s always so fucking awkward and it’s only been two years since my divorce...”

She holds her hands up in defeat. “I’m just asking! You can’t let this one get away; she’s a keeper.”

He shakes his head at his mom, then looks down at you with a small smile.

“I know she is. You’re stuck with me, kid.”

You smile, chuckling. “No complaints here.”

Henry runs in, then, and Lisa’s face lights up immediately as her grandson gives her a big hug.

“Oh, there he is!” She says, holding his face in her hands. “I swear you grow a foot between each time I see you and oh gosh, you’re so handsome. Just like your dad, although I hope you don’t wait so long to propose to your future soulmate.”

Charlie rolls his eyes and huffs, which makes you giggle. You can’t help it; the dynamic between them is just too good. He gives you a raised eyebrow glare and you purse your lips, suppressing the laughter.

“You’re a meanie.” He says with a smile.

“Yes, I’m the absolute worst.”

He laughs quietly, then leans down to place a few consecutive kisses on your lips. Henry groans when he sees you kissing.

“Eeewwww no kissing, Dad! It’s gross!!”

“It’s not gross, and what are you anyhow, the kissing police?” He asks his son, raising his eyebrows. “I’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend, honey.”

Lisa laughs, then walks upstairs to show you your rooms. Henry quickly puts all his stuff in his room while you and Charlie put your stuff in yours. He huffs as he puts his suitcase up on the bed and unzips it.

“Sorry about all of that.” He says, shaking his head. “I can’t believe she keeps asking that. I swear she just likes to annoy me sometimes for fun.”

You laugh as you put a pile of your clothes into a drawer. “No need to apologize, baby. We’ve been dating for two years, I’m used to it; plus, I think it’s kinda cute that she always says it. It’s nice to know that she’s rooting for us.”

Charlie smiles and walks over to stand behind you, putting his clothes next to yours before letting his hands fall to your hips, lips connecting to the skin of your neck.

“So, and this is completely theoretical, but if I proposed to you at some point in the near future...would you say yes?”

Your stomach flutters and you smile to yourself, biting your lip.

“Yes, I would...theoretically, though, of course.”

He chuckles against your skin, nodding. “Of course. Good to know.”

Once you’re finished unpacking (and making out a little), you and Charlie head back downstairs, where Henry and Lisa are sitting together and chatting. All four of you hang out for a little while before Henry wants some lunch, which you and Charlie volunteer to make in order to give Lisa some more time with Henry.

You grab the fixings for grilled cheese while Charlie pulls the pan out and turns on the stovetop. Like clockwork, the two of you work together and to make Henry’s favorite lunch.

While you’re waiting for the sandwich to cook, Charlie bends down to connect your lips, moving his against yours gently, hands sliding down to your hips. You hum, reaching up to wrap your hands in his hair.

“You’re awfully frisky today, Mr. Barber.”

He smirks, kissing you again. “Can’t help it, I just love you too much.”

You smile, cheeks warming as you nibble at his bottom lip playfully, soon connecting your lips again.

Henry walks into the kitchen, ready to ask about the status of his lunch, but quickly walks back into the other room with his grandmother when he sees you and Charlie making out.

“Grandma, Dad and Y/N are kissing in the kitchen again.”

“Chaaaaarles! No PDA in the kitchen!” She calls into the kitchen from the couch.

You laugh and Charlie pulls away with a small groan, rolling his eyes.

“Leave me and Y/N alone! You’re the one that wants us to get married, for crying out loud!”

“Just because I want you to get married doesn’t mean I condone dry-humping in my kitchen. You're not twenty-three anymore, Charles, keep it in your pants.”

“Oh my god mom.” He groans, head falling forward onto your shoulder. “We were not dry-humping--jesus christ--we were just KISSING! Is that a fucking crime in this house or something?!”

You’re just giggling to yourself as this interaction goes on, thoroughly enjoying being present for it. Charlie and Lisa’s squabbles are one of your favorite pastimes.

“Watch your language around your son, he’s still too young to be hearing those words.”

You laugh softly as you break away to flip Henry’s grilled cheese, letting it cook for a few more minutes before putting it on a plate. Charlie pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs his hands over his face, groaning.

“And she fucking wonders why I stopped coming home when I went to college...”

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The smell of charcoal wafts through the air as the four of you settle down at a picnic table at the local community park. Charlie puts the grocery bag of burgers and dogs down on the wooden surface while Henry rushes over to a group of his friends.

You watch through the tinted lenses of your sunglasses as the young boy begins to play with the group, kicking a soccer ball around the expanse of lush green grass. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch him.

“I’m gonna head over and start grilling before it gets too crowded over there.” He says, bending down to kiss the top of your head before walking over to a vacant grill.

Your eyes move from Henry to Charlie, lingering over his handsome figure. Between Henry and Lisa, the two of you haven’t had more than five minutes of alone time since you arrived at the Barber family home a few days ago.

Charlie’s starting to get a little frustrated, you can tell, and if you’re being honest with yourself, it’s taken a bit of a toll on you as well. Sex isn’t everything in your relationship, of course, but it’s certainly something that is enjoyed mutually and occurs at least once a week.

He lays the meat down onto the grill before pulling a cigarette out from the pack in his pocket, lighting it up. He lets the beef simmer as he takes a few drags of the cigarette, head turned towards Henry and his friends.

You watch as he watches Henry, a barely-there smile pulling up the corners of his lips. He’s so incredibly proud of his son and it shows; there are very few dad’s who enjoy being a parent as much as Charlie. It’s one of the many, many things you love about him.

Dinner’s soon ready and everyone eats as the sun sets, shrouding the sky in darkness. There’s a sprinkling of stars throughout the sky, but it was an incredibly clear night.

Eventually, Lisa sets up all the lawn chairs and you migrated to the big field in preparation for the Fourth of July fireworks show. You seat yourself on Charlie’s lap and immediately, you can feel the beginnings of an erection pressing against the seam of his khakis, a fact that makes you shiver with excitement.

He grunts softly as you scoot around over his lap, hoping that you can’t feel his half-hardness. But, when you sit your own warming center right over the bulge in his pants, he knows that you could indeed feel it.

Your teasing doesn’t stop there, not by a long shot. No, you continue to shift on top of him, seemingly timing it so that you move whenever he’s just managed to will himself down to a somewhat more manageable level of arousal.

You talk to all the other parents as if nothing’s going on, as if you aren’t teasing the shit out of your boyfriend, who’s finding it very difficult to restrain himself at this point.

It’s when you bounce softly on top of him that he reaches the end of his fuse, grabbing your hip and leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“You better cut it out before I have to bend you over and teach you a lesson right here in front of everyone.”

You giggle softly to yourself, then look back at him with an innocent expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...I’m just sitting here.”

He huffs in mock amusement, shaking his head as his thumb swipes over your hip bone. He thinks of all the ways he could get retribution on you... And then he remembers that you’re wearing a skirt.

“Fine. You want to tease me?”

Your eyes widen when you hear the zipper of his khakis being undone, followed by the button. Is he really gonna...?

“Fan your fucking skirt out, make sure no one can see what a desperate whore you are.”

You whimper softly as you pull your skirt out from where it’s been naturally tucked beneath your thighs, spreading it out over his lap subtly. His fingers yank the crotch of your panties aside before the head of his cock prods around your dampened entrance.

“Sit down. Now.”

He buries his face against your back as you slowly sink down onto his stiffened rod, biting your lip hard to suppress the moan that threatens to slip out any second.

His length throbs and twitches inside you as your walls stretch out to accommodate his sizable intrusion. You look around frantically, making sure that none of the parents, kids, or Lisa are the wiser to the scandalous union currently happening beneath your skirt.

Chatter between the circle of friends continues and both you and Charlie laugh along, trying to keep up appearances. In reality, though, both of you were struggling to focus on anything other than the prominent feeling of being joined below the waist.

You’re trying your best not to clench around him, but it keeps happening involuntarily and you can feel how it’s beginning to drive him up the wall. His length bobs angrily inside you, balls clenching as he staves off orgasm.

Luckily, and much to both of your reliefs, the fireworks show starts only 15 minutes later. Everyone’s focus has moved up to the explosions in the sky, as well as their eyes, and you begin lightly bouncing on his cock.

He takes hold of your hips again, breathing soft but heavy in your ear.

“Are you really gonna do this right fucking here?”

You nod, chewing your lip.

“Jesus.” Charlie groans, hips pressing up subtly. “You better hope we don’t get caught, dirty girl. Can you imagine what all these people would say if they caught you with my cock buried in your little slut pussy?”

His words only spur you on further, walls gripping tightly around his girth as you whimper softly, trying to ride him a little faster and harder without drawing much attention.

“Can you imagine what Lisa would think of you if she caught you like this, huh? She’d know what you really are, my pretty little whore, my fucking cocksleeve. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it?”

“Mmmmmyyeah, fuck Charlie.” Your jaw slacks as you bounce a bit faster on top of him.

Charlie grunts softly, gripping your hips tightly to aid your subtle bounces. He’s so close he can practically taste it, pelvis moving up with each of your downward strokes.

“Gonna f-fucking cum.” He warns, panting heavily in your ear. “You ready to take it in your p-pretty pussy, kid?”

You nod, walls wrapped around him as tightly as you can manage, which sends him over the edge almost immediately. He buries his face against your back one more time, his moans and groans muffled as he cums deep inside you.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he comes down from his high, kissing your shoulder sporadically. You stand up a bit so that he can tuck himself back into his khakis, then take a seat back on his lap, reaching down to pull your panties back into place.

He sighs, pulling you back against him, giving you a series of quick kisses.

“Sorry you didn’t get to cum.”

You shake your head, smiling softly at his thoughtfulness. “It’s alright, it still felt really good.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get home and don’t have my mom or my kid around.” He chuckles, kissing you one more time. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady pitter-patter of his heartbeat as the fireworks burst overhead. This is by far the best Fourth of July you’ve ever had.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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For a Fourth of July fic, could you write something to do with Paterson and the reader at a party with some smut?

Bathroom Rendezvous {Paterson x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! oooooo yes, I would love to write some paterson smutty goodness for you ;)

warnings: fluff. smut. dom-ish pat. mirror sex. humor.

(possible) tw's: semi-public sex (bathroom sex).

As a fun little housewarming party of sorts, you and Paterson throw together a little Fourth of July barbecue get-together at the new house. Since getting engaged only a couple months ago, you decided to finally purchase a house of your own.

You found the perfect, quaint little house with a big backyard and old farmhouse-like character. Both of you fell in love with the house as soon as you stepped foot inside.

Today, the backyard was a sea of red white and blue, streamers and banners fluttering in the New Jersey summer breeze as you and Pat get some last-minute things squared away.

Friends and family soon file through the back gate, spreading out in small groups across the backyard. You’re on greeter duty while Paterson pulls the grill out from the shed.

Kids and parents begin to set up various lawn games while others sit on the outdoor loungers and have a cold one. Everything is running smoothly so far, which is a huge weight off your shoulders.

You look around the backyard, the sight of it being utilized to its full potential bringing you tremendous joy. Your eyes linger over the parents and their kids, mind wanders to what it’ll one day look like when you and Paterson decide to start a family together...

“Hello, beautiful.” A familiar voice says, large hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, giving them a rub. “Everything’s going well, don’t you think?”

You sigh, looking over your shoulder at the handsome man you’re lucky enough to call your fiancé.

“Indeed it is. Thanks for all your help setting up and getting the grill, I appreciate it.”

Paterson smiles, letting his hands trail down over the curves of your body, resting now on your hips. His lips plant a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“No thanks necessary, sweetness. The sight of you in this beautiful little sundress is more than enough of a ‘thank you’.”

Your eyebrows raise as his lips journey their way across your shoulder blade and up to the curve of your neck. “Mm, is that so?”

“Oh, yes.” He scrapes his teeth along your skin playfully. “You know I love a good sundress on you. They always look so pretty, but perhaps that isn’t saying much coming from me, since I think everything you wear is pretty.”

“Well,” You look around, seeing that pretty much everyone’s enjoying themselves. “Don’t you think the dress would look better...on the floor?”

Paterson groans softly, smirking against your skin. “I’m sure it would. Why don’t we, uh, put that theory to the test, hm?”

You bite your lip, looking around one last time to make sure that no one’s the wiser to yours and Paterson’s less-than-appropriate plans before walking into the house at a casually brisk pace.

“Where--oookay then!”

He quickly pulls you into the first-floor powder room, effectively answering your question. Once you’re inside, he quickly closes and locks the door behind you, then pins you up against it.

His lips mingle with yours as his large hands squeeze the flesh of your hips, then travel up to the thin spaghetti straps laid over your shoulders, keeping the dress up. He teases them for a moment before pushing them off, pulling back to watch the dress fall to the floor, revealing your partially-nude figure to his wanting eyes.

“So fucking pretty.” He mumbles, eyes flickering between your breasts while his thumbs come up to tease the hardening buds. “Love your tits, sweetness.”

You let out a shaky sigh, back arching off the door at his touch. “Mmmmmm, as much as I love this, we don’t have much time, baby. People are gonna notice we’re missing soon.”

A simple nod is his only response before his hands move down to trace the waistband of your panties. His forefingers loop in the material, promptly yanking them off your hips, letting them pool at your feet.

His palm reaches down to cup your bare crotch, groaning softly when he feels the wetness and heat already present there. He smirks, curling his fingers back to tease your clit, which makes you jump slightly.

“Sink.” He whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Bend over and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

You nod, whimpering softly as you make your way over to the porcelain sink, bending yourself over it and spreading your legs, just as your fiancé had requested.

Paterson wastes no time removing his khakis and plaid boxers, pulling his hardened arousal out from beneath the layers. He runs his hand over the shaft a few times, making sure he’s ready for you, then lines himself up with your entrance.

His hand rests on your shoulder while the other helps guide him inside, a shaky sigh leaving his lips as he sinks further and further into your wet heat. Your back arches once he’s fully in, walls stretching out to accommodate his girthy size.

“Mmmmmm, Pat...”

He grunts in response, forehead resting on your upper back as his hips begin to move, quickly picking up the pace. His head eventually moves up your back, chin now resting on your shoulder, hand coming up to wrap around your jaw.

“W-Want you to watch yourself getting fucked, Y/N.”

You moan softly, eyes looking at the erotic reflection in the mirror. Your tits bounce slightly under the confines of your bra with each of Pat’s swift movements and you watch how his face contorts as he fucks you.

The snapsnapsnap sound of his hips colliding with your skin quickly fills the small space and you can feel your orgasm beginning to build up. Your hand slides down, fingertips swiping over the hardened bud nestled between your legs.

Paterson moans when your insides instinctively clench, hips starting to lose their rhythm as his climax builds steadily. His hands move down to grip your hips, keeping you steady while his hips frantically slap against you, cock sliding in and out rapidly.

“I’m c-close, sweetness.” He grunts in your ear, eyes staring at you through the mirror’s reflection. “Gonna fill you up, Y/N, stuff you so f-fuuuucking full.”

Your fingers move quicker over your stiff clit, bringing yourself to orgasm moments later. You gasp and moan softly as you watch yourself come undone around your fiancé’s cock, a sight that only prolongs your orgasm.

Pat’s orgasm comes shortly after yours and you thoroughly enjoy the sight of his brows knitting in the center of his forehead as his hips press themselves flush against your ass, burying his cock as deep inside of you as possible.

“O-Oh fuuuuck.”

As soon as he’s finished, he gently pulls out and pulls his bottoms back on before helping you get re-dressed, kissing your neck as he does so.

“You’re incredible.” He breathes, spinning you around so that he can kiss you properly. “I love you so much.”

You smile, kissing him back eagerly. “I love you too, Pat.”

The two of you walk out of the bathroom together without much thought, promptly running into Pat’s mom, who was apparently heading to the bathroom. She gives the two of you a suspicious look, which makes Pat blush madly, sighing softly as she turns around and heads towards the staircase.

“Yup, I’ll definitely be using the upstairs bathroom.”

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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May I please request watching fireworks with officer Ronnie please??? I adore the idea of snuggling in a hammock, enjoying the view and company ❤

Constellations [drabble] {Ronnie Peterson x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! this is such a sweet request, ugh, I'm a sucker for some Ronnie fluff. thanks for submitting :)

warnings: fluff. fireworks. briefly mentioned consumption of alcohol. ronnie’s a nerd lol.

no tw's, just fluffy goodness :)

After a long and eventful day of swimming, socializing, eating, and drinking at the Centerville community pool, you’re happy to finally have some time alone with your beloved Ronnie.

You were so honored when Ronnie asked you to join him at the yearly Centerville PD Fourth of July party. It was a big step in your two month-old relationship and you were really excited to finally meet the coworkers you’d heard so much about.

Of course, as expected, they’re all very lovely and you got along quite well with everyone. You could tell that Ronnie was happy, and perhaps a bit relieved, when he saw how well his coworkers took to you.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you, muffin.” He says, reaching out his hand for you to take.

Your eyebrows raise and you give him a playfully skeptical look. “What are you up to, Officer?”

“Nothing! It’s just a little something for us to enjoy.”

He leads you up a small hill and when you get to the top, there’s a hammock set up between trees along with a bottle of wine and some finger foods. You look up at him, a smile spreading across your face.

“Ronnie...wow, this is so wonderful. Thank you for setting this up.”

His lips reach down to meet yours, giving a few short kisses before pulling away again. “I’m so happy you like it, sweetness.”

The two of you make your way over to the setup and you pour the glasses of wine while Ronnie turns on the little lanterns sitting around the hammock. He climbs in first before you join, settling in between his legs.

You lean back against his broad chest, sighing contently before taking a sip of wine. He holds the glass with one hand while the other rests on your bare shoulder, thumb rubbing gently over your shoulder blade.

“The stars are out tonight.” He says after a minute.

Looking up at the sky, you nod, smiling softly. “They are indeed. Can you name any of the constellations?”

“Hmmmm,” His eyes dart around the dark sky, looking at each noticeable cluster of stars. He points to each one as he speaks. “Well, there’s Draco, the Little Dipper, Ursa Major, Orion...”

Your eyes follow his hand as he points to all the different constellations, marveling at his knowledge. When he’s finished, you turn onto your side and look up at him, smiling.

“You’re such a geek.” You tease, reaching up to kiss him.

Ronnie’s chuckles vibrate against your lips as he kisses you in return. “I know, but you love it.”

“I do, indeed.”

Suddenly, a burst of light erupts in the sky, accompanied by a loud crackle sound, and you quickly look back up. The sky is alive, bursts of various colors shooting across the dark backdrop.

The two of you are silent for the first few minutes, but, with quite a bit of maneuvering, you turn around and reach up to connect your lips with his. He smiles, returning your kiss eagerly.

Needless to say, you missed the rest of the fireworks show.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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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!

Beer Bottles & Bob Ross Tutorials [blurb] {Paterson x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! my dearest mrs. z, thank you for this lovely idea! I had quite a bit of fun writing it up for you. sending love right back your way, friend <3

warnings: fluff. general cuteness. bob ross tutorials.

(possible) tw's: alcohol consumption.

The highlight of many people’s Fourth of July celebrations are the fireworks. It’s a staple of the holiday, really.

Fireworks happen to be Paterson’s least favorite thing about Independence day. As a veteran, forever scarred by the sounds of gunfire on the battlefield, fireworks remind him far too much of his time overseas.

So, every year, you’re tasked with finding new ways to distract Paterson from the seemingly continuous rounds of firework scattered throughout the evening and into the night.

You’ve tried just about everything: movies, music, beer, sex marathons...none of it has ever really worked. Well, arguably the beer helped a little bit, and the sex certainly didn’t not help, but none of them have provided a lengthy enough reprieve from the noise.

This year, you’re really trying to get creative with it. You’ve racked your brain for ideas and you finally decided on one: trying to do a Bob Ross painting tutorial. You went out and bought all the right supplies, consulting several of your artist friends on the cheapest paint brands that’ll still get the job done and the right canvas sizes, wanting this night to be perfect. You also picked up a case of Pat’s favorite craft beer and a bottle of your favorite wine, figuring that alcohol could provide a fun edge to the activity.

Luckily, Pat had to work a shortened day today, so you had plenty of time to set up and refresh your memory on Bob Ross tutorials. You pick out one where he does a nice summer scene with a waterfall, one that sort of reminded you of a setting from one of his poems.

The more you prepare, the more excited for tonight you become. Sure, you miss the barbecues and fireworks shows, but you didn’t mind having a quiet night in with Paterson. You don’t get too many of them anymore, since you’ve started working full-time, so it’ll be a nice change of pace.

Paterson comes home around four o’clock, confused when he doesn’t see you in the kitchen or living room. He immediately worries, calling out your name. You hear him from down in the basement, letting him know that you’re downstairs, which brings a great sense of relief to the bus driver.

You rush upstairs to greet him with a smile, pulling him in for a hug. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, hugging you back.

“How was your day, sweetness?” He asks as you pull away to look up at him.

“Pretty good. I’m really excited for tonight; I think you’re gonna like what I’ve got planned.”

His eyebrows raise in intrigue. “Oh? I didn’t know you’d planned anything.”

“I did, indeed. You know I always try to do something special with you.” Your lips tug up into a small smirk. “And not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty damn proud of what I came up with.”

“Consider my interest piqued.” He says, smiling.

After getting some takeout from yours and Paterson’s favorite Indian restaurant, you lead him down to the basement, showing him the activity you’d prepared for tonight. You chew your lip as you watch him appraise the setup, hoping he’ll like it as much as you do.

“Wow, sweetness, this is...this is so great.” Paterson says, pulling you closer into his side, giving your hip a gentle squeeze as his lips press a kiss to your lips. “I’m really excited.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “Are you really? You don’t have to pretend to be excited for my sake.”

“No! No, really, I’m excited. I’ve always wanted to try one of these.” He says, laughing softly.

You turn on the TV and pull up the video while Pat fills the water cups and grabs himself a beer from the cooler. He pours you a glass of wine, too, setting it by your easel before unwrapping the paintbrushes and taking the plastic off the paints.

Once the tutorial is pulled up, you sit down next to Pat at your easel, putting the coat of clear on before clicking the ‘play’ button on the YouTube video. It begins and you quickly pour each color needed for the tutorial into your pallet; Pat follows your lead.

Casual conversation and laughs flow between you like the beer and wine, and about halfway through, you pause the video to look at yours and Pat’s paintings.

“Oh my god, mine looks nothing like his!” You laugh. “And here I was, thinking I was doing a pretty good job.”

Paterson laughs along with you, shaking his head. “You are doing a good job, sweetness, I promise. It looks really good.”

You look over at his, and of course, it’s freakin’ amazing. Why did you want to do this with a creative mind like Pat again?

You look up at him, offering a soft smile. “Thanks, honey. I appreciate it.”

After a few more minutes of a break, you’re ready to get back to work. You begin painting again, as does Pat, and it takes about two more hours to finish it up, what with all the video pauses, drink breaks, laughs, and silly antics happening between the two of you.

Finally, the tutorial comes to an end and you sit back, tossing your brush into the water cup with a sigh. Your painting isn’t all that bad and you’re actually pretty proud of your work.

Paterson’s arm wraps around you and his lips plant a kiss to your cheek.

“It looks really great, sweetness. Would you mind if I hung it up down here at my desk?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you look up at him. “Do you really want to?”

“I do, absolutely. I think it’ll look nice down here, don’t you think?” He smiles. “And I want to remember this night forever.”

You smile, reaching up to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Thank you for this, Y/N. I had so much fun tonight and I really appreciate you putting all this together for me.” His lips begin to move with yours, arm around you pulling you gently onto his lap.

You pull away gently after a minute or two, nuzzling your nose against his.

“You’re welcome, Pat.”

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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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!

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