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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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A Christmas Miracle [drabble] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

anonymous

Can we get a fluffy Christmas blurb with dad Maurizio at the chalet… please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

just for the record...I laughed out loud when she pulled out the Bloomingdales gift card. for sure, it was one of the funniest scenes in the movie for me. the way he was so casual about it and the way she glared at him 😭

warnings. FLUFF, dad!Maurizio, cuteness, christmas stuff, there’s a kiss.

no tw’s :)

word count: 440

Italian. (all found via an online translator service, apologies for any mistakes) Buon Natale = Merry Christmas. tesoro = treasure (an affectionate nickname) Un miracolo di Natale = a Christmas miracle.

You wake up to a cold, empty bed next to you, and the feeling is just...awful, to put it simply.

Maurizio had to take off yesterday afternoon, Christmas Eve, for some supposedly urgent Gucci business and there was nothing you could do to stop him. You tried your best to get him to stay but he had to go, since the company’s in some serious trouble at the moment.

The girls are likely already awake and downstairs examining their presents. You find it a bit strange that they didn’t come wake you up first, but they’re both old enough now that perhaps they’re finally just letting you sleep in a bit.

It takes only a little while for you to get dressed and ready for the day, putting on something nice in preparation for lunch later today. You slip on your beautiful wedding ring with a soft sigh, heart aching in your chest as memories of that day flash through your mind.

You shake your head, pushing away the sadness for the sake of the holiday and for your daughters. When you push the bedroom doors open, you immediately hear the sounds of toys playing from the living room.

They opened their toys already.

“Girls.” Your voice is stern as you walk down the stairs in a hurry, brows furrowed in anger. “What did I tell you about opening--”

For a moment, you think perhaps you’re still asleep, that you’re dreaming. Because there, sitting in one of the living room chairs and playing with the girls’ new toys is Maurizio.

He looks up at you with a smile, rising from his seat.

“I told them they could each open one present while we waited for you to come down. I figured that was alri--umph.”

You’re running up to him and wrapping your arms around him before he can even finish his sentence. He smiles and laughs softly, pulling you close as he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Buon Natale, tesoro.” Maurizio whispers.

You pull back, looking up at him with a teary smile, laughing softly as your fingers thread through his hair. “H-How are you here? I thought...”

“I could not miss Christmas morning with my family.” He shakes his head. “So I woke up and drove back early.”

With a smile, you reach up for a quick kiss.

“Un miracolo di Natale.”

Maurizio cradles your cheek with one hand, grinning against your lips as the two of you pull away from the embrace. The girls make grossed out sounds and you both laugh, looking over at them.

“Alright, alright. Let’s open some presents.”

✶ written as part of Gucci weekend ✶

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babbushka · 3 years

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August & September Fic Recap! (2021)

Hello everyone and welcome once again to the end of another month. As always, I take this opportunity to compile all the fic that I've posted, and update my masterlists. Because life has been so busy, I wasn't able to put out much, so I've combined August and September into one list.

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Biting Dust - Chapter 5 ; Outlaw!Kylo Ren x Outlaw!Reader

Biting Dust - Chapter 6; ""

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Oneshots

Finally Autumn ; Mob!Kylo Ren x Reader

Into The Shadows I Follow ; Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader***

Character Headcanons

Showering with Mob!Kylo as an act of trust and care

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Flip Zimmerman

Flip fucking his wife at a pool party****

Flip fucking you before he has to go to work****

Flip running his goatee up and down your thigh post-sex intimacy**

Flip finding out his wife is having triplets

Flip's children trying to cheer him up after he loses at game night

Young!Flip taking you on a plein air painting date

Flip trying and failing to show off his nonexistent plumbing skills lol

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Biker!Kylo Ren fucking you hard in the middle of the night****

Medieval!Kylo Ren surprising you in a corridor***

Medieval!Kylo Ren catching you skinny dipping in the river on a surprise return from battle***

Edwardian!Kylo Ren steamy makeout session in his office before bed***

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Clyde fucking you rough and hard after getting unwanted advances at the bar***

Paul Sevier

Morning sex with Paul after he returns from a long work trip***

Total word count for August & September: 71,713

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mariesdameron · 2 years

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12 Days of Fluff: Day Four- Memories

Clyde Logan x GN!Reader

CW: Holidays, Family

AN: Twelve Days of Whumpmas prompts from @amonthofwhump

December 1st thru 12th

WC: 600ish

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Balancing a grocery bag on your hip, you stumble through your front door. You drop it to the floor and slide off your winter gear.

“Clyde? Baby?” You yell to the oddly quiet house. Is that burning plastic? A loud crash followed by a series of curse words alerts you to his location. The basement. Walking slowly down the basement stairs, the burnt odor intensifies.

“Clyde? Are you okay?” Before you reach the bottom step, Clyde appears in front of you, red-faced and flustered.

“Darlin’, I am fine. Can you please go back upstairs?” His voice flutters with excitement. Looking him up and down, you attempt to peek around his large frame at what all the fuss was about.

“Clyde? I heard a loud noise?” You question moving closer to him. Clyde slides his hand around your waist. Brushing a kiss to the tip of your nose and then your forehead, he smiles.

“I got a surprise for ya. So I need you to pretend you heard nothing and go back upstairs.” He pauses. “Please.” Running your fingers through his wavy dark hair, you nod, smiling.

“Okay, handsome.” You hum leaning forward. “Only with a kiss.” Clyde’s face breaks into a smirk as he takes your face into his large hands.

“Flirt.” He whispers before consuming you with his mouth. You easily fall into him, charmed by his glow. Chuckling, Clyde sets you back onto your feet. “Get going,” he orders and pats your ass.

You investigate the kitchen and living room for clues to what Clyde is up to. Deciding that you cannot find anything out of place or foreign, you change into your lounge clothes and begin making a cup of chamomile tea. At some point, you drift away in your thoughts not noticing Clyde is behind you. Taking a minute to burn this image of you to memory, Clyde carefully wraps his arms around your waist. You hear a contented sigh before he kisses the back of your head.

“Come sit down.” He breathes, tightening his embrace. Setting down your tea, you cover his hands with yours. Clyde slowly leads you to the couch, propping a few pillows around you.

“Comfy?” He asks before you hear him shuffle around. You give a simple ‘mmhm’ as your stomach starts to flip. You had been seeing Clyde for some time now, lived together, and said your ‘I love yous’ so the only thing left is? Your breath hitches in your throat. Clyde suddenly spreads your legs and kneels between them.

“I was real lucky to grow up a Logan. My parents really loved us, kids. My Mommy always made a real big deal about the holidays. Candles, cookies, and that damn tinsel. She would spread that tinsel all over the place. I am pretty sure I ate a bit every year.” You chuckle at the sweet memory and reach out for Clyde’s hand. He takes it and squeezes.

“One morning, she dragged me, Mellie, and Jimmy out of bed and made us sit at the kitchen table. She brought out glitter, buttons the whole nine yards. She said she wanted us to have our own special stockings. Something that she could save and use every year.” Clyde’s voice shakes with sentiment causing your own emotions to mount. “Downstairs, I’ve set up a little space for us to make you, your very own Logan family stocking.” His eyes glisten. “That is if you want to become a Logan.” You nod, tears roll off your chin.

“I would like that very much.” You blubber. Clyde sniffles as he leans in to kiss you.

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maybe-your-left · 2 years

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ok ok best idea ever! sith!kylo and sith!reader are getting down and she’s like “I’m your dark side wh0re” 👀🤲🏽

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"You're so beautiful my love, my starlight, my universe. I would be nothing if it weren't for your guiding light through the fog..."

A bare finger traced its path along your forehead, around your temple, and across the bones of your jaw until its home was found on your throat. Squeezing its palm against the skin.

“Kylo,” you stirred awake, blinking away the sleep from your red-tinged eyes to stare into his. Gazing at you with the deepest devotion that only a king would have for his queen.

“Yes, my everything?” he whispered, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath.

“Could you shut up for just like a minute? Its not even the day cycle and I don’t have my eyeliner on.”

He blinked, “What?”

“Just get off me and go the fuck to sleep,” you pushed him away, tugging your sleep mask he so rudely ripped off your face, “Go meditate in the sparring room, fucking weirdo.”

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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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Birthday Baby [drabble] {Clyde Logan x Reader}

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How about a fluffy Clyde Logan birthday ask? When you reveal to him that you're pregnant with your first baby?

warnings. FLUFF, pregnancy reveal. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s.

word count: 313 (a short boi)

"Okay, okay, it’s time for your presents!”

Clyde chuckles, shaking his head as he walks over to the couch. “I told’ja, ya didn’t hav’ta get me anythin’.”

“Well, I did. And I think you’re really gonna like them.” You smile, pulling the two boxes off the mantle and handing them to him. “Open the squishier one first.”

“Mmkay.” He laughs, nodding.

When he unwraps it, his eyes widen. He holds up the gift, a little baby onesie, and he just stares at it for a moment, in total disbelief. His eyes meet yours, then.

“W-What...”

You’re smiling uncontrollably.

“Open the other one.”

He’s dropping the onesie and tearing the wrapping paper off the other gift quickly. His eyes swell with tears when he sees the framed sonogram picture, with your little handwritten note in the corner.

Baby Logan ❤︎

“We’re...w-we’re gonna h-have a baby?” The first tear falls down his cheek.

Nodding, you rest your hands on your abdomen. “Yes, Clyde.”

Clyde stands up quickly and pulls you into one of his signature bear hugs, a soft sob leaving his lips. He’s so overjoyed, he’s shaking a little bit, pushing his forehead into your shoulder.

“Oh m-ma god, darlin’, this is...incredible.” He whispers, hand sliding down to your stomach. “A b-baby...”

Your fingers scratch the back of his neck as you begin to cry with joy, nodding and laughing happily.

“Our baby, Clyde. Ours.”

His hand smooths over your clothed abdomen, lips coming up to meet yours. Your tears combine as your cheeks rub together, humming against each others lips.

When he pulls away after a bit, he’s unable to wipe the grin from his face, arms wrapped firmly around you and holding you close.

“This ‘s the best birthday present ever. Thank ya fer givin’ it t’ me.”

You smile, nodding.

“I can’t wait to do all of this with you.”

🎉written as part of mrs. g’s birthday week 🎉

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Anything Goes {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

anonymous (half of their request):

I think the world needs a Maurizio x Studio 54 fic 👀

author’s notes: hello, hello! YES, I think we need this...and now we have it! thanks for sending it in <3 I really enjoyed researching a bit and whipping up this piece! a special thanks to @babbushka for being the resident Studio 54 expert! Mauri isn’t as ‘soft’ here as he is when I write him usually, but I honestly loved exploring this sort of ‘wild side’.

warnings: smut. porn with some plot. masquerade. I think Studio 54 is a warning of its own. dancing. grinding. p in v. unprotected sex. fluff at the end.

(possible) tw’s: some alcohol consumption. cigarette smoking (canon for character). (!!) implied infidelity/extramarital sex. public sex. (!!)

word count: 2.46k

terms to know

Bellissima means ‘beautiful’ in Italian (an affectionate nickname). Dio means ‘God’ in Italian (used as an exclamation in this piece). Cristo means ‘Christ’ in Italian (used as an exclamation in this piece). Cazzo means ‘fuck’ in Italian (used as an exclamation in this piece).

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Muffled tunes bump from the concrete walls as you and your small group of friends walk past the blocks-long line. You flash your Gucci company ID to the bouncer, who lets you in immediately, getting a few envious mutters and groans from the line-goers.

Studio 54 is the place to be these days and luckily for you, working at the House of Gucci’s New York branch gets you premiere access, since the CEO is a huge investor in the club.

Tonight’s a masquerade theme, so all patrons are wearing a variety of different masks, from whole-face masks to only eye masks. But, each was very much their own, a sea of colors and sequins and feathers as their wearers stride about.

You’re clad in a risqué disco getup, wearing a metallic silver tube top and matching skirt with some small heels that you’re sure you’ll tire of rather quickly. But Studio 54, from what you’ve heard, is all about the looks, the glitz and the glamour. Your eye mask is made to match tonight’s look as well as resemble cat-eye glasses, black with small silver wings coming off the pointed edges.

Your winter coat is checked and then you head up to the dance floor, music getting louder and louder as you ascend the staircase. Your breasts bounce a bit with each step, nipples peering out from beneath the silver fabric. Studio 54 is known for its ‘anything goes’ rule, and you fully intend on taking advantage of that freedom tonight.

It’s jam-packed, just as you’d expected it to be, sweaty bodies dancing and grinding together in a large group on the floor. The stale air is hazy with cigarette smoke, smells of sex and drugs linger all throughout the thick, humid air. Your senses are overwhelmed while at the same time aroused by the sights and smells of Studio 54.

While your friends head over to the bar to grab drinks, you head right onto the dance floor, beginning your night of wild, passionate fun. A few guys come and grind with you for a few minutes or so, but they leave shortly after. Your eyes peer through the holes in your mask, lingering over the talent standing at the sides of the floor, scouting and waiting to devour their scantily-clad prey.

Your gaze pauses on a man leaning against one of the pillars, lighting up a cigarette. He looks in stark contrast to all other club-goers who sport the metallic, the feathers, the sequins, the avant-garde. He’s so abnormally normal with his crisp, classy 007-type tuxedo. His chestnut brown hair drapes down to just below the brilliant white collar of his button-up, neatly moussed and styled. He’s disguised by a bright white half-face mask, making him appear almost ghoulish when paired with his handsomely pale skin.

His eyes suddenly dart over to meet yours and your cheeks heat up as you look away, biting your lip softly. He smirks, taking a drag off his cigarette before heading over to the bar. He’s going to need some courage juice in him before he approaches you.

The night wears on and you start to get a bit discouraged. You’re still having fun, of course, you just wish that it was going more according to your fantasy and imagination. Perhaps you should head to another club, see if you fare better there.

Deciding in favor of checking out other hotspots in the area, you begin to make your way off to the side back towards the door. Suddenly, a set of large, strong hands slide onto your waist and pulls you back, forcing you to collide with a large body. The scent of expensive cigarettes enveloping you as he steps up behind you and goosebumps instantaneously erupt down your arms as the tall man leans down, lips now at your ear.

“Ciao, bellissima.” His voice is slightly husky and thick with Italian origin, alcoholic breath hot on your skin. “The party’s out here on the floor, not down at coat check.”

You chuckle. “It seems that no one wants to party with me for more than five minutes tonight. I was gonna try my luck at another club.”

He pulls you back a bit further against him.

“Well then, it’s lucky I caught you. I’d be just kicking myself if I missed the chance to dance with a beauty like you.”

“I think you overestimate my talents, sir.” You’re wondering if this is a dream, something to cope with the real-life disappointment of the night.

The man chuckles, running his nose along the side of your neck and inhaling your sweet perfume. “And I think you underestimate your talents, miss.”

A slower, more sensual song begins to play through the speakers and you reach up to wrap your hand around the back of your unknown dance partner’s neck, keeping him down near your head.

“Let’s find out who’s right, then, shall we?”

His grin is obvious, even though you can’t see him. “Yes, let’s.”

You start by leaning back against him, simply feeling out the slow and steady rhythm of the beat. You’ve never felt so relaxed, so carefree before and it feels really, really nice. He drops his hands from your hips, but sways along with you, trying to keep his lips away from your up-done hair.

He ends up having a few of your hairs catch on his plush lips a few minutes later, causing him to have to try spitting them out subtly and quietly.

It doesn’t work.

You laugh softly and he blushes, chuckling awkwardly along with you. “Sorry about that. You must’ve caught some of my flyaways.”

“Yes, it seems that way. I feel guilty for ruining the mood, though.” His nose nudges at your temple, hands coming back up to hold your hips as he senses your motions grow a bit quicker.

“Don’t. I’m sure we can manage to bring it back to what we had before. In fact, I think we can make it even better.”

Your hips begin to circle back against him at a more aggressive rate of speed, moving the fabric of his dress slacks all over his hardening crotch. His breath is shaky as it comes out through his nose, fingers digging a bit tighter into the flesh of your hips.

The humid air practically suffocates the two of you as the other patrons dance all around, causing a slick sheen to quickly cover your skin, the roots of your hair soaking through steadily. Your fingers gently massage his scalp as his lips move and suck red marks into your tender skin that’ll surely turn purple by the end of the night.

Soon, he begins experimentally rolling his pelvis in time with your motions, grunting against your neck at the sensations this new move is creating. He’s almost fully hard beneath his suit slacks by now, already planning out how he’s gonna get with you tonight. Patrizia doesn’t have to know about this.

“So, are you ever gonna let me see you, mystery man?” You ask, chuckling.

He blushes beneath the mask. He’s extremely hesitant to let you see him, an instinct born of being in the spotlight since youth. But then he remembers, he’s in America and he has a mask on.

His hands pull away from you and a small kiss placed on your exposed shoulder. “Look upon me, then, bellissima.”

Suddenly gripped with nerves, you turn around slowly and look up. He’s handsome; the epitome of men, warm brown hair and endearing ocean blue eyes. His gazes roam your masked appearance in a similar manner, relieved that you don’t seem to recognize him. A sudden feeling of familiarity washes over you as your eyes meet once more.

“Your eyes, your gaze...they’re familiar to me. Is there a chance we’ve crossed paths before?”

His nostrils flare in fear, eyes going wide for a moment. A soft, cautious breath leaves his lips and he shakes his head quickly. “No, it’s not likely. I’ve been told I have one of those faces, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. That’s probably it.” You step back up to him, hands smoothing over his broad chest. “Now, where were we?”

“Hmm, I think it was...” Maurizio smirks, leaning down so that his lips hover just above yours. “Right about here, if I recall correctly.”

Pressing yourself up on your toes, you connect your lips to his just as the last of his sentence passes through his velvety pink lips. Your arms snake up around the back of his neck, fingers toying with the rich brown locks. They certainly won’t be so neatly styled when you’re finished with him tonight, that much you’re sure of.

He smiles against your lips, stepping up a bit closer to you, body now pressing right up against yours. The two of you remain that way until he pulls away softly, breathing slightly heavy as his eyes look over your face.

“Can I take you upstairs? To the uh, balcony, perhaps?”

Oh, you’ve heard plenty of things about the balcony and the heat has already begun to pool in your loins. You nod, a small but devious grin stretching across your face.

“Absolutely. Lead the way, handsome.”

The two of you make your way towards the staircase, dodging and weaving through the crowds of dancing drag queens, salacious skaters, carefree celebrities and various other perky patrons.

“Do I get to learn your name before we reach the balcony?”

His breath hitches. “Mauri, you can call me Mauri.”

Your brows furrow slightly. You’ve never heard a name like that before, but maybe it’s some kind of nickname.

“Mauri, got it. I’m Y/N.”

Y/N. A beautiful name, fit for a beautiful woman.

He smiles and nods, guiding you up to the balcony. When you arrive, there are already plenty of people inhabiting the space, all in various stages of either sex, undress or getting high.

This is definitely where a majority of the sex smell downstairs is originating from.

Mauri keeps his head tilted downwards and you swear you can see a bit of a blush on his cheeks as he takes you over to a relatively secluded corner. He undoes his belt quickly, sloppily kissing you as he does so.

You gasp sharply into his mouth when he suddenly scoops you up and slams you against the wall, lips working your neck while his hands free his hardened arousal from where it’s trapped beneath the restrictive suit fabric.

Your skirt is promptly pushed up to rest on your hips, your panties are pushed to the side, and Mauri’s cock is sheathing itself inside you before you can even process it.

“Ohhh christ.”

His jaw slacks against your neck, eyes squeezing shut while his hot breath spreads over your taut skin. Goosebumps erupt where the invisible warmth falls. “Dio.”

He stays still for a moment, then buries his face into the crook of your neck before his hips begin to move. There’s nothing slow or intimate about what the two of you are doing, it’s carnal. It’s sloppy and rough, the sweat mingling especially where your skin is pressed against his.

The smell of sex that permeates around you only makes the whole experience that much more arousing. Your eyes looking around the room to see other couples getting off, shuddering and whining as you make eye contact with a young woman currently getting fucked on the ground. Your insides clench around him instinctively, earning you a small grunt while your hand takes hold of his silky brown locks.

“You’re tight, cristo, so hot and slick for my cock.”

Your head falls back against the wall with an audible clunk sound and you cringe in acute pain for a quick moment, but the pure lust and hunger flowing through you provides the adrenaline needed to ward off the pain. It’ll surely be sore come dawn, but really, you couldn’t care less at the moment.

“So big, Mauri, fucking me so good.”

Mauri fucks you harder, then, crooked teeth scraping against the taut flesh of your neck, panting softly. You reach down into the humid space between your bodies until your fingertips find the engorged bud nestled neath folds of delicate flesh.

A wet sound soon emerges from between your legs as your fingers swipe back and forth over your clit quickly, bringing yourself right up to the edge within only a minute or two.

He grunts into your neck, pace rapidly devolving into one that’s erratic and desperate, shaft pulsing under the tight grip of your insides. His breathing grows quick and shallow, hands pushing at your spread legs to push them further into a spread eagle position.

“Where do you want it?”

You moan along with his motions, pitch heightening slightly with each of his powerful thrusts. “Fuck, I--”

Suddenly, you’re thrown over the edge, a powerful orgasm hitting you like a truck. An avalanche of pleasure rolls over your body, nerves buzzing with warm feelings of release. Your hand wraps around the back of his head, lips near his ear to catch the chorus of whimpers, whines and little mewls that leave your lips.

“M-Mauri.”

His brows crease, knitting in the center of his forehead as he fucks you through it, finding it a nearly impossible feat to stave off his own climax, but he manages.

“Cazzo, I--wheredoyouwantit?” He’s barely holding on, now.

“Outside, a-anywhere.”

Balls pulling up, Mauri moans and pulls out quickly, just as the first thick rope of creamy release spatters onto your fleshy inner thighs. A long, shaky groan leaves his lips before he crashes them onto yours to muffle the rest of his sounds.

You move with him, lips liquid with his, fluid motions so effortless that you’d think the union was one entity. He pulls away from your lips slowly, then out of your tingling cunt, a smile on his face the whole way along.

“I apologize for the mess, bellissima.” He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the creamy liquid from your thighs before helping pull your skirt back down. “There we go.”

You offer him a small smile, biting your lip as the unsureness of what to do next takes over. After a moment, you clear your throat, chuckling softly.

“I’m not really sure what to do next, if I’m completely honest.”

“Me neither.” His cheeks, of what you can see of them behind the mask, turn a shade of pink. “How about I buy you a drink at the bar? That seems like a good place to start.”

Your lips instantly curve upwards into a smile and you offer him a soft nod.

“A drink would be great.”

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mariesdameron · 2 years

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12 Days of Fluff: Day One - Yule Tree

Adam Sackler x GN! Pagan! Reader

CW: Holidays, Pagan beliefs/Wicca, hint at sexual activity

AN: Twelve Days of Whumpmas prompts from @amonthofwhump starting December 1st, 2021.

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“Kid, am I doing this right?” Adam held up the line of holly berries strewn over his lap. You smiled to yourself, your heart ready to explode. Your boyfriend eagerly volunteered to help with your Yule tree decorations.

Stringing holly berries together was just one of the few traditions you practiced every year. This was the first holiday season you would be spending together and he insisted on being a part of it. Nodding, you carried two steaming cups of Wassail towards him, with a smile on your face.

“It’s looking great, baby.” You ruffled his jet black mane before sitting on the floor in front of him. Adam dropped the berries and reached for his cup. Before you were able to stop him, he had gone in for the sip. Snapping back, he yelped.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Rolling your eyes at him, you shrugged.

“The steam should have been the first giveaway, my love.” You said chuckling. Adam playfully poked your forehead before continuing his task.

“So tell me again what all of this means?” He hummed. Breathing in the warm spiced cider, you savored the soothing drink.

“Well, the holly berries and pinecones will be strung on the tree as a way of paying honor to the gods. The tree itself represents the tree of life or some call it the world tree. The candles-” Adam interrupted.

“Are we really going to hang candles on that tree? Like is an apartment bonfire one of your witchy customs?” He winked playfully, displaying his customary toothy grin.

“Yes, we are going to hang the candles. They aren’t going to be lit all the time. And worst-case scenario, the gods really get the bonfire they deserve.” Sticking your tongue out at him you continued.

“Yule is the longest night of the year, so the candles help remind us that light is gaining and spring is not far away. Some say the candles help lure the sun god out from his slumber.” Looking up from your string of pinecones, you discovered Adam’s gaze locked intently on you. Suddenly self-conscious, you cocked your head. “Yes?”

Adam pushed the coffee table away with his foot before plopping down on the floor next to you. With one quick movement, his large hands held your face.

“You are just fucking adorable, you know that?” He hummed, brushing his nose over yours. Taking a quick breath, you took in his shining amber eyes before quickly looking away. Adam firmly held your face. “What’s this? Are you getting shy on me, kid?” He whispered, kissing your cheeks. “You weren’t so shy the other night.” He giggled as you pushed him backward.

“Get away from me, Sackler.” You jested as you dramatically held up the line of pinecones. “We have a lot of work to do if we want to get this tree decorated by the weekend.” Adam held up his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay.” He exclaimed, waving his needle in the air. A few quiet moments passed before you were aware of Adam’s stare once more.

“Yes?” You questioned attempting to hide your smile. Adam waggled his eyebrows at you.

“I love you.” He purred, leaning over to you, pursing his lips. Happily, you returned the kiss.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Doth Not Fear, For Our Future Awaits {Prince Kylo Ren x Reader}

@babbushka:

Happy follower milestone my dear friend!! My prompt idea for your consideration: A medieval AU where reader is a lady in waiting to the Queen at the royal court, and Kylo is the crown prince who is in love with her. They can never be together...or can they? However you'd like to take this, if you decide at all, would be so much fun! xoxoxo :)

author’s notes: hello, hello! I’m baaaaack after a lengthy case of writers block 😩 my dearest friend, my beloved, thank you for this wonderful request!! I’ll be honest, I restarted this about three different times, but I’m very pleased with how this one turned out for you <3 @babbushka

warnings (what you see is what you’ll get!): fluff. forbidden romance/love. passionate kissing. themes of infidelity. use of Shakespearean English. some insults are thrown around.

no tw’s :)

word count: 1.6k

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[NOT my art/image. full credit to the artist, therealmcgee, and found via Pinterest]

A gentle autumn breeze rustles the masterpiece of dark tresses that sit atop the head of crown prince Kylo Ren, who stands alone in the moonlight-illuminated garden. The birds have ceased their chirps and allowed for the nighttime singers to shine through, crickets and katydids creating a peaceful melody from amongst the grasses.

He stands by the pond, staring down at his gently rippled reflection in the water. A grimace seems to be permanently etched onto his expression whenever he’s in the presence of his overbearing mother or pesky new bride, creating creases in his skin that shall surely remain for the rest of his living days.

As he looks down upon himself under the soft moonlight, he can only see the miserable face of a young man trapped in the cage of a legacy, unable to free himself from the heavy chains of expectation and tradition. Tonight, though, those chains bear an even greater weight for the young royal.

You're all he desires in life, the only thing he wishes to seek out and fight for. Not the kingdom of Alderaan, not his new bride, not even his mother; it’s you. And now, he’s forever bound to the wrong woman, restrained yet again by the rigid ways of his family’s traditions.

What if he no longer wants to be Prince?

A hollow footstep on the stone courtyard startles him from his thoughts and he turns around to gaze upon the intruder of his serene privacy.

“I believeth thy new bride is awaiting that lady marital bedding.”

His expression softens upon the sight of you striding towards him, turning fully around to properly face you as you stand before him. He holds your smaller hands in his much larger ones.

“The lady shalt beest waiting for an eternity, then. I am doubtful of that lady did suppose pureness, if 't be true i am truthful.”

The two of you laugh softly together at his comment.

“I wanteth nay other, Y/N, only thee.”

You offer the crown prince a sad smile. “And I only desire thee, Kylo, but we simply cannot beest together. I am mistress in waiting to thy mother, the queen, and ye art did set to becometh king. 't is 'gainst the laws of the land and we shalt certes beest hanged if 't be true anyone ever did discover our love affair.”

He sighs, forehead pressing against yours as he looks longingly into your eyes. “I wish things wast not this way, yond people couldst beest free to marry for love, not for status or bloodlines.”

“Me too.” You lean into him, bringing your mouth up to hover over his, and his down to meet yours. Warm, gentle wafts of his breath smooth out across your lips and you give a soft whimper in response, pressing yourself further against him. “Telleth me all thee would do to have me as thy bride, Kylo.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, considering you’re barely able to breathe through your nose by now, with your face practically smashed up against him, but that’s the absolute last thing you give thought to at a moment like this. He opens his mouth and lazily attempts to capture you in a kiss, fingertips pressing harder into your sides.

“Gods, I would doth aught for thee. I would giveth up mine coronet, mine legacy for thy handeth.”

Slowly, your arms slither up around the back of his neck, feeling a familiar heat rising and bubbling in your nether regions. “Telleth me more.”

He’s practically slobbering over you now, so desperate to press his lips unto yours. The hunger surges through him as he pulls you flush against him.

“I would square for thee, square anyone for thy love to belong to only me. I would drop of sorrow mine bloody, beating heart out of mine own chest for thee.”

Your pulse throbs neath your flesh, the upbeat tempo of your heartbeat thrumming in your ears. You sigh into his open mouth, hand coming up to grab hold of his silky hair.

“Moo.”

Suddenly, he sweeps you up off your feet and instantly presses you against the side of the nearest structure, effectively caging you in with his massive form. He snarls softly, pinning you even further into the wall, forcing a quiet gasp from your lips.

“By gods, Y/N, I would killeth for thee.”

You tighten your grip in his hair and pull him down into a sloppy, passionate kiss. He returns the embrace with eager lips, tongue prodding and exploring every cavern of your mouth. His pelvis presses right up against your lower abdomen, rubbing his stiffening length up against you.

“Kylo.” A sigh pushes its way through your pursed lips as Kylo’s head dips down, lips pecking at the taut skin on your neck.

“Did shalt we runneth hence together. I wanteth to declare our love to the kingdom tonight.” His face lights up as he holds yours in his massive hands, smiling. “I’m sick of hiding in the shadows, sick of having to keepeth myself hence from thee.”

You’re riddled with worry over this sudden decision, rubbing the strong upper arms of your lover. “Art thee sure? This idea worries me greatly, mine sweeting. What if 't be true we receiveth did doth catch? They wilt throweth us in the dungeons for sure; our destiny wilt beest but soft decaying down thither until death showeth us mercy.”

“I don’t care. Allow me to prove all I would doth for thy love and for thy handeth, Y/N. I wilt taketh care of thee, I wilt at each moment maketh sure thee hath't everything thee couldst ever needeth and moo. And we wilt beest together, beest free to love one another at last. Who is't cares whither we art or what our fates wilt beest? We can finally beest together without restrictions, punishments or secrecy.” He presses you further up against the wall, lips parallel to your ear. “Mine life isn't worth living if 't be true thou art not by mine side. Wilt thee runneth hence with me?”

Simply just the thought of that makes your stomach go a flutter, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your eyes flicker up to meet his once more, hands cradling his handsomely carved face.

“I trust thee, kylo, thither's few or none will entertain it path thee decideth to taketh; I wilt remain by thy side. If 't be true thee wish to telleth the kingdom, then I wilt telleth those folk 'longside thee. If 't be true thee wish to runneth hence from this lodging, then I wilt runneth with thee.”

Kylo pulls you close for one more embrace, then guides you along back up to the party. Acidic nerves begins to crawl up your throat as the two of you draw nearer and nearer to the bustling ballroom.

Instantly, the Queen rushes over to her estranged son with a frustrated frown on her face. “Whither on earth hath't thee been?! Thy bride hath been by herself all night waiting for thee to returneth!”

He takes your hand. “The lady is not mine bride, mother, not anymore. Y/n is mine bride, and we don't care what everyone thinkest of our forbidden love. I've grown did tire of trying to prithee, of trying to followeth all of the traditions of our family. I wanteth to marry for love, not for the continuation of our lineage, and i intend to doth so with mine beloved.”

Now, people have begun to look onto the unfolding situation, finding it far more interesting than the festivities. Leia’s eyes search her son’s, then flicker over to glare into yours. A shiver swipes down your spine at her gaze of hatred.

“Thee've poisoned mine son. Callet!”

This gets the attention of even more patrons and suddenly, every single set of eyes are focused on where you stand. You wish to simply crumble in this moment, become one with the Earth in order to escape their accusatory stares.

“How dare thee speaketh of mine beloved in such a manner?! Didn't thee heareth what I did doth sayeth? We don't care what thee bethink of us, what any of thee bethink of us. We wilt beest together, coequal if 't be true 't doth take every single moment of mine life to achieve.”

The room is completely still and scarily quiet, not a single shift in position or breath can be heard in this moment. Leia stands up straight to look up into her son’s eyes. “I at each moment did knoweth thee wast nev'r did cullionly to beest in this family. I'm ashamed to hath't thee as a son.”

Patrons begin to stir and an angry unrest drapes itself atop the crowd.

“Throweth those folk in the dungeons!“ One says.

“Death to the coronet prince!“ Another exclaims.

From the very back of the room, another voice pops up. “Traitors!“

Suddenly, Kylo yanks you towards the stairs, breaking out in a full sprint.

“Runneth anon, mine love! We wilt hence!”

Your precious shoes fly off your feet as you run behind him. “Kylo! Mine shoes hath't cometh off! What am I to doth?”

He’s quick to scoop you up and carry you in his arms, breath steadily growing heavier with your added weight. He runs all the way down to the stables and seizes a tacked horse, mounting the perplexed creature swiftly.

“Taketh mine handeth. Doth not fear, for our future awaits, mine beloved.”

With a bright and hopeful smile, you take his hand willingly, the wind catching your hair as rhythmic hoof-falls carry you off to your new life, one you get to spend with the love of your life.

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