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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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sunday funday #5: WORD SEARCH PROMPTS!!

this weekend, I’m doing something pretty different that I think will be super fun for everyone involved: word search prompts!

here’s the Sunday Funday Masterlist in case you’re new around here and/or just have no idea what the sunday funday dealio is.

directions for requesting are below the cut! **I will only be accepting requests from Sat. 1/15~Sun. 1/16. my general writing requests are not open, so please don’t send any to me, and any late requests for this event will not be accepted.**

before you begin, though, I’d like to say something.

this activity relies heavily on an honors system, aka I’m trusting you to not just pick the AU and character pairing that you really want instead of doing the steps properly. I ask that you please go through and do the activity properly & be honest with your answers in your request, because I think it could be really interesting and a lot of wacky & fun pairings could come out of it!

thanks y’all :)

STEP ONE: find an AU!

look at the word search puzzle below and THE FIRST AU WORD/s (there are some 2-word ones that are combined as one word) THAT YOU FIND is the one you request :)

AU’s included in the puzzle: Law Enforcement, Serial Killer, Angel, Demon, Sugar Daddy, Wild West, Porn star, College, Firefighter, Royalty, Doctor, Priest, Werewolf, Lawyer, Mafia, Pirate, Boxer, CEO, Hogwarts, and Professor.

[obviously, if the AU you end up finding first is uncomfortable for you personally, then you’re more than welcome to choose another/the second one you find]

(note that there are NO DIAGONALS on this one. only straight across or up-and-down)

STEP TWO: find an A.D. character!

look at the word search puzzle below and THE FIRST ADAM DRIVER CHARACTER THAT YOU FIND is the one you request alongside the AU you found in the first word search :)

Characters included in the puzzle: Maurizio Gucci, Flip Zimmerman, Clyde Logan, Kylo Ren, Charlie Barber, Jacques Le Gris, Henry McHenry, Adam Sackler, Paterson, Phillip Altman, and Ronnie Peterson.

(again, note that there are NO DIAGONALS. only straight across or up-and-down)

STEP THREE: give me 3-5 “plot” words or a setting/dynamic for your word search combination!

sticking to the usual Sunday Funday format :)

need an example of what I mean? here’s a variety of ‘em! (all of these I’ve written already on my first SF, if you’d like to read the works)

“power outage in the building”

“tour in Vegas”

“late on the rent”

“stuck in a elevator”

“you have work early tomorrow”

“forgot you’re in pjs”

“campfire, stars, & meaningful conversation”

so, by the end of it, you should have a request that goes somewhat like this (this is just a random, bare-bones example): Doctor Charlie Barber needs an extra set of hands in his office.

each piece written for this event will not exceed 800 words. I’m limiting my allotted word count in order to, hopefully, be able to get more pieces written. requests for this event are open now and will close at 10pm on sunday.

all requests must be submitted to my Inbox. please take a look at my Requests FAQ post if you aren’t familiar with my body of work or haven’t read through it yet before submitting any requests. thank you :)

I can’t wait to see what amazing (and potentially crazy/weird-ass) combinations & awesome ideas come out of this!!

(gold glitter graphic courtesy of @firefly-graphics)

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Ripped T-Shirt {rockstar!Kylo Ren x Reader}

anonymous

Hello! I’m requesting a rockstar x Kylo fic. We’re the reader is waiting in the hotel room after a show and things get spiccccyyy. Thank you in advance ☺️☺️.

warnings. SMUT, an nsfw pic was sent, dirty talk, rough sex, name-calling, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, cunt-slapping, clit rubbing, fluffy end. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

(possible) tw’s. cigarette smoking, brief crying during sexy times.

word count: 1.3k

Cheers erupt when the door opens and he steps out into the chilly New York night with a cigarette between his teeth. He knows that he should probably stop and sign a few autographs, pose for a few selfies, kiss a few girls’ cheeks, all that rockstar shit that he’s supposed to do.

But after opening that godforsaken text from you, containing a picture of your reflection in the hotel room mirror in one of his ripped band t-shirts and nothing else, Kylo cannot bring himself to stop for anyone or anything. He’s pretty sure that even if a female fan jumped the dividers and flashed her tits at him (an occurrence that has happened before, several times), he still wouldn’t stop.

He figures that Ben and Matt will be out any minute to sign some shit; they’re the ones that love the all the attention, anyway. Kylo’s never really liked that part of being, well, the f-word. Especially not after meeting you.

The car pulls away from the curb and heads off towards the hotel. He pulls out his phone and lets you know he’s on his way, knee bouncing in anticipation as he lights up another cigarette.

His hair is wet from the quick shower he took post-set, just to get all the sweat and shit off, even though you’ve told him before that you find his after-show musk quite sexy. He just felt gross tonight, for some reason.

As soon as the car pulls up to the hotel, he’s getting out and heading to the elevator, running a hand through his wet hair. His mind is spinning with images of what he’s about to walk into and his cock is already half-hard as the elevator dings.

When he gets to the door, he doesn’t even knock, just pushing through without relent. The door slams up against the wall, a sound that will likely bother the neighboring suite, but he doesn’t give a shit. Not when you’re spread out on the bed, tantalizingly licking some chocolate off your fingers.

You smirk at his disheveled presentation, pulling your fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “I ordered some dessert for myself...hope you don’t mind.”

He’s pulling his windbreaker off and throwing it onto the floor. He practically runs over to you, grabbing your ankles and yanking you down to the edge of the bed, leaning down until his face is hovering right above yours.

“You can order whatever the fuck you want, order fuckin’ lobster-topped filet mignon for all I care, as long as you keep fuckin’ looking like this when I get back from shows.”

You’re given not even a second to react before he’s kissing you, sloppily and roughly as his hands begin to grope your body. Your hands reach up to run through his hair, fingers tangling in the wet strands and giving a series of gentle tugs.

His hips roll forward against you, soft grunts vibrating your lips as his hardening cock grinds on your bare cunt. You whine into his mouth at the sensation, lifting your pelvis up to bring more friction for both of you.

“Shit...I’m gonna rail you so goddamn hard, make your eyes cross.” Kylo growls in your ear, pulling the oversized shirt up over your hips. “Open your slutty legs.”

He stands up and pulls his clothes off while you spread your legs, showing off your soaking wetness. His eyes fall to your glistening folds, a low groan rumbling through his chest and then, he’s on top of you again, lips savagely attacking your jaw and neck.

Your back arches up off the bed, head pressing back against the mattress as your head tips back and you chew your lip. He runs his mushroom head through your folds, collecting some slick before sheathing himself inside you without warning.

“Fuck!” He growls, wasting no time in picking up a rushed pace with his hips. “T-Tight fuuuuckin’ cunt!”

At times like these, you’ve fully accepted that you’re just along for the ride, merely a vessel for Kylo’s post-gig adrenaline to be released into. He’ll repay you, he always does...and, you’re never one to complain about a rough, savage round of fucking.

“Gggghhhh!” Kylo groans, panting heavily over your face. “Love coming back to t-this perfect little p-pussy after shows, love getting to fffuck your brains out...”

You moan shakily, body forcefully rocked back and forth with the aggressive pistoning of his hips. His teeth grind together and he bares his teeth, a bit of spittle spraying across your cheek in the process, something that hardly catches your attention at a time like this.

“K-Kylo! Kyyylo, ffuck--”

He suddenly stops, sits up and flips you over onto your front roughly before you can even process what’s happening. And then, he’s drilling into you again, somehow seemingly even harder this time.

You’re trying your best not to scream out in pleasure as his skin smacks violently against yours. His pulsing shaft is rubbing up against every good spot on your walls and you can feel your climax building up quickly with the pleasurable friction.

“Oh! Ahhhnnnhhh--shiiiit baby!”

He’s grunting and growling wildly with each sharp motion of his hips, quickly losing control as his climax draws nearer. Your noises, your moans and cries of his name only further spur him on.

Soon, his hips come to a stop when he’s sheathed fully inside you, letting out a long, low groan as his creamy spend coats your insides.

“Fffuuuck!”

You sigh at the warmth of his seed, biting your lip when he draws back and pulls out of you slowly. He’s much more tame in his post-orgasmic haze, falling to his knees behind you and smacking your ass.

“Lemme see all the cum I put in you, sweet girl. Push it all back out for me.”

Clenching, you open your legs just a bit more as you force his pearly white spend back out of your walls and onto the floor. Kylo watches, humming with a small smirk as the creamy liquid spills from your puffy cunt.

“Mm, you took so much in there.” He murmurs, nipping at the globes of your ass.

When his hand suddenly comes up and gives your cunt a harsh smack, you nearly scream out loud, head falling forward onto the comforter.

“Oh!”

His thick digits smear some slick over your clit and begin to rub quick, swift circles over the engorged bud. You’re already so sensitive, it takes only a minute or two to bring you right back up to the edge.

“Ky-lo--ohhh!”

He lands another harsh smack on your cunt, enjoying the way your hips jump. Leaning forward so that his lips are right at your ear, his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“Cum.”

His smacks become focused on your clit, then, repeatedly landing on the sensitive bud and you’re in tears from the sweet sting. You bury your face in the fluffy comforter as you cum with a loud cry, wanting to muffle the noise from neighboring guests.

“Mmfffhhh!!”

Kylo watches your body reacts to his touch, hips jerking with each little brush of your clit as he takes you through it with his fingers, maximizing your pleasure and prolonging your high.

“Mmmmahhh! Fffffuuuuuck!”

“Good girl.”

You’re shaking, trembling as Kylo guides you through, then withdraws to allow you to come down. You flop down on the bed, then, limbs acting like nothing more than flimsy noodles.

He lays down next to you and smiles, kissing at the crook of your neck and your cheek. His arm drapes across your abdomen, hugging you close.

“You’re incredible. Thank you for being mine, for putting up with me. I appreciate it more than you know.”

You look over at him with a soft smile, kissing the bridge of his nose gently. “Hey, you have to put up with all of my shenanigans, too. I say it’s a square deal.”

Kylo laughs, resting his head on your chest, where the sound of your steady heartbeat soon lulls him off to sleep.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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A Playlist For You [blurb] {Commander Kylo Ren x radar tech!Reader}

anonymous

kylo making a playlist for you but he’s awkward about it and doesn’t know how to give it to you so he just throws the cd at you and is just like “🙂👁👄👁”

this is literally one of the funniest concepts I’ve ever received and I actually laughed out loud when I read it. I just had to write it for canon Kylo, because the visuals...they were simply too good to pass up on. enjoy this one, as I certainly enjoyed writing it.

warnings. FLUFF, some HUMOR, forbidden romance, general cuteness, light NSFW mention, Kylo has no idea how to have a girlfriend sometimes, he made you a playlist 🥺, he’s just so cute lol, Kylo having a (lowkey) outburst™️, fluffy ending. **no actual use of Y/N in this fic.

no tw’s, just embarrassing Kylo lol :)

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This shouldn’t be so difficult. Just walk over there and give her the drive.

He’s the Commander of the First Order for kriff’s sake, and you’re a mere radar technician. Plus, he has already seen you naked about a hundred times and you two have said some of the filthiest things in the galaxy to each other as he fucked you senseless in various locations around the base.

His personal favorite of those times? When he bent you over Hux’s desk late one night and railed you on its surface, but that’s irrelevant to the situation at hand.

Unfortunately, technically, he’s not supposed to be involved with anyone, much less a subordinate and you definitely aren’t allowed to be involved with a superior officer. But, as much as he wants to deny it and as much as he knows you would like to do the same, the two of you simply cannot ignore the feelings you have for each other. So, you’ve decided to try ‘dating’, or as close to it as the two of you can possibly get, considering the circumstances.

And of course, today, you just had to be eating lunch with a group of your friends, which is making approaching you about ten times more intimidating. You look so beautiful, so relaxed as you talk and laugh along with your colleagues at the cantina table.

The anxiety of this situation is starting to become frustrating for him as he stands in the corner of the cantina, trying to figure out the best way to approach you, the best way to give you the playlist he spent hours curating for you.

He knows that music means a great deal to you and, even though it doesn’t really suit his particular taste, he listened to the radio as he worked or trained and each song that reminded him of you, he added to a playlist. It was maddening, and he absolutely crushed or ran his saber through more than a few radios in the process out of annoyance, but he finally finished it this morning and rushed over here to give it to you.

Perhaps he should just wait for another time, maybe just give it to you at your post later, or when you sneak to his quarters tonight. Or maybe, this is a sign that he’s wasted his time and that he just shouldn’t give it to you at all. It was stupid of him to make it and you probably won’t even like the songs he picked--

His feet are carrying him across the cantina floor before he can even register his body’s motions, a signature scowl on his face as he approaches your table. Your friends have noticed him coming and have fallen silent, which has prompted you to look over.

The whole cantina, in fact, has fallen silent as the Commander shoves the small drive into your hands.

“Here.” He says in his natural, unmodulated voice. “I made you a playlist because I know that music is important to you.”

You’re not exactly sure how to react, for he’s never done anything remotely close to this before. He’s never come up to you during work hours, besides for something work-related, and he’s never, ever done anything this thoughtful for you before.

Sensing that his hostility is likely stemming from the anxiety of coming over here, which is a big step for him, you offer him a small smile and a small nod to hopefully give him a little sign of your immense appreciation.

“Thank you, Commander.” You say in a soft but steady voice, looking deep into his eyes.

Kylo almost lets out a long breath of relief, a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He nods, not breaking eye contact with you. “You’re welcome, stardu--MT-338.”

You bite your lip to keep your smile from growing, cheeks heating up at his almost slip-up. Everyone else in the room witnessing the scene is absolutely baffled, not knowing what to think of this new, softer side of the Commander.

He seemingly snaps out of his little trance, tearing his eyes from you and clearing his throat as he looks out around the cantina. His anger flares back up and he stands up straight once more, banging your table before storming towards the doors.

“Get back to work.”

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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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Modern Lawyer!Jacques for Sunday Funday

anonymous

Lawyer Jacques and a power outage or snow storm that strands you at work all night please 😘

warnings. SMUT, fucking to keep warm, Jacques is an arrogant asshole lol, but he’s got a great cock & he knows how to use it, hate fucking, fucking w/o feelings, desk sex, P in V, unprotected sex. no use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s.

word count: 580

Typical New York. A fucking flash snow storm that’s left you stranded at the office for most of the night tonight. Friday night. And the power’s just gone out, so you can’t even catch up on any work.

Luckily, though, you and your arrogant asshole of a boss are finding a way to stay nice and warm. A method involving plenty of friction.

“Shit.”

His hips roll back and forth quickly, the big wooden desk thudding as it moves across the floor. Jacques’s grunting softly in your ear, balls smacking against your bare ass.

“Mmm, what a tight little cunt. Didn’t expect that from you, princess.”

You roll your eyes. “W-Whatever. Just shut up and keep going.”

He smirks, enjoying the way your cunt clenches around his thick shaft each time he angles his hips to move up against your g-spot. You’re pursing your lips, trying to contain the noises that are threatening to pour from your lips.

This only makes Jacques fuck you harder, drilling into you. Slapslapslapslap.

Your body is dragged back and forth on the desk’s smooth surface and a whine slips from your lips. You quickly purse your lips, embarrassed that it managed to pass through. He doesn’t need any more ego boosts.

“Oh? You like my cock, huh princess?” His lips stretch into a smug grin. “C’mon, I know you want to make some more noises. Let me hear you.”

“N-No.” Your voice is much weaker than you intended.

Jacques chuckles breathily, suddenly grabbing your jaw and giving it a little shake. “Admit it. You like the boss’s big fat cock.”

You moan quietly, shuddering at his words. Fuck, you’re failing miserably.

“There we go. Tell me.” He growls in your ear, hips quickening.

“No.”

His hips suddenly come to a screeching halt and he lifts one of your legs up onto the desk, grabs a handful of your hair right at the base of the scalp, and then begins fucking you as hard as he possibly can.

Your jaw drops as his cock reaches depths you didn’t know were possible. You nearly scream out in pleasure, vision blurring as your eyes cross slightly.

“Fuck!”

He groans. “Admit it!”

The slick, sloppy sounds of your cunt are only adding to both your arousal’s as both of you approach your respective orgasms. Your arms break out in goosebumps and you shudder, no longer able to hold yourself back.

“F-Fine! I like it, alright? I l-like it!”

Jacques moans, pounding you even harder into his desk, something you weren’t expecting. You let out a choked cry and he leans up a bit, hand on your shoulder blade.

“Gonna cum--fuck princess!” He growls, fingertips digging into your skin. “Rub yourself.”

Your hand slips down between your legs and begin rubbing your clit furiously, hoping to cum before Jacques pulls out. Your climax comes only a minute or so later, moaning and clenching around him.

His orgasm comes as a result of yours and he quickly pulls out, cumming across your ass with a long, loud groan. You whine softly, then sigh as you come down from your high.

He grabs a couple tissues and cleans his seed off your skin before tucking himself back into his dress pants. You stand up after you catch your breath and pull your pants back up.

"This never happened. We were just doing it to stay warm, for survival reasons. Agreed?” You hold out your hand.

Jacques chuckles, shaking your hand.

“Agreed.”

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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On the Throne {king!Kylo Ren x queen!Reader} [drabble]

anonymous:

sex in the throne room with king kylo

author’s notes: hello, hello! my mind went to a very, very dirty place with this one haha.

warnings: smut. sex in front of people.

(possible) tw’s: very public sex.

terms to know

culver means “dove” (an affectionate nickname)

King Kylo Ren has never been afraid to break the rules or to stray from tradition when it comes to ruling the kingdom. The same applies to his behavior, his habits, his tendencies.

One of his favorite practices? Having you ride his cock while meeting with meager villagers and peasants. Gods he loves the way it makes him feel, makes the raw power and dominance surge through his veins.

The skirts of your dress are splayed out over his lap and you sink down on his stiff member, head falling forward onto his shoulder. A low grunt rumbles through his throat, a long exhale slipping through his clenched teeth.

“Good girl.” He purrs into your ear, then commands his first meeting of the day to come into the throne room.

A meek-looking man walks into the throne room, eyes widening as he takes in the scene unfolding before him. You whine softly as you begin to gently bounce up and down on Kylo’s cock, hand wrapped tightly in the hair on the back of his head.

“Speak, peasant.” Kylo’s voice cuts through the room like a sword.

The poor villager is trying not to stare too long at the bouncing woman on his lap, but it’s awfully difficult.

“Y-Yes, your majesty, I...our v-village provides the palace’s, uh...wheat supply, a-and...we’d love s-some additional f-funding for this season’s c-crops”

His chuckle is devilish, hand tracing over the curve of your hip. “Look, culver, I think he likes you. He’s aroused already.”

“Mm, I bet he’d love a little display, don’t you think?” You smirk, mouthing at his earlobe and mewling in his ear.

“R-Really, that’s n-not necessary, majesties.”

“Silence!” He exclaims, releasing a shaky exhale when he feels your insides clamp down around him. “There we go, culver, what a good girl. Go a little faster for me, now...that’s it.”

You’re right on the edge now, noises getting a bit louder. The poor man is likely rock-hard by now, but Kylo continues to converse with him as if his wife isn’t about to cum around his length.

“Ooooo, Kylo, I’m right t-there.”

As the villager stumbles over his words, Kylo’s hand slips down beneath your skirts until his fingers tease your stiffened clit. You gasp and then you’re finished, burying your face into the crook of his neck as your juicy release leaks out around his shaft.

Your arousal brings on his own only moments later, and his hips thrust up until he reaches his peak, spilling his seed up into your spasming cunt. His breath is shaky as he exhales, head falling back for a second.

His recovery time is impressive, as only a few seconds later he’s back to negotiating with the peasant.

“The kingdom will cover the cost of new animals and nothing more. Now, get out of my sight.”

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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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College Age!Clyde Logan for Sunday Funday

anonymous

College x Clyde Logan x fun in the laundry room wishing you a wonderful weekend :)) <3

warnings. FLUFF, Clyde’s absolutely an RA it’s canon, y’all are friends with some feelings, some language, laundry mishaps, an overflowing laundry machine, bubble fights, Clyde is a strong boi, reader gets picked up & spun around, there’s a kiss. no use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s.

word count: 594

You’re banging furiously on Clyde’s door. You don’t give a shit that it’s one in the morning. It’s the weekend so he’s probably awake anyway, and his roommate parties 24/7.

Clyde rushes to open the door, worried that it’s some kid in trouble, since he’s an RA. His face softens when he sees that it’s you, offering you a small smile.

“Hey, sunflower. What’s up?”

You point down the hall, still a bit out of breath from running up the steps so quickly. “Laundry machine...overflowed...bubbles everywhere. Please help.”

His eyes widen and he nods quickly, grabbing his keys before following you down the hall. When the two of you get to the laundry room down in the basement, there are bubbles pouring out of the machine and onto the floor.

“Holy mackerel.” Clyde says, looking at the bubbles. He can’t help but laugh softly. “What kinda detergent didja put in the machine?”

“I don’t know, the regular kind!” You say, laughing.

He walks over to the machine, examining it. You walk up, peeking around him and biting your lip.

“What should we do?”

He sighs, scratching his beard. “Well, I think we gotta pull the machine out from the wall here ‘n unplug it.”

You nod. “Okay. I’ll help you pull it out.”

The two of you pull the vibrating laundry machine out from its place on the wall and Clyde reaches to unplug it, bringing the spinning mechanisms to a stop. You sigh in relief, watching new bubbles stop oozing from around the seals of the door.

“Whew.” Your chest falls as you let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Clyde.”

“O’ course, sunflower. Y’know I’m always around for ya.”

You smile, then look down at the leftover bubbles flooding the floor. You frown, biting your lip.

“Now, what the fuck are we gonna do to clean up all these bubbles?”

Clyde laughs, shaking his head. “Er. ‘M not sure, honestly. Maybe some towels ‘r somethin’?”

Suddenly, an idea pops in your head and you reach down to scoop some bubbles up into your hand. You blow the bubbles towards his face and he laughs, scrunching his face up.

“Oh, so that’s how yer gon’ play this?”

You giggle and squeal softly as he grabs some bubbles of his own and blow them at you. The two of you break out into a full-out bubble war, blowing bubbles at one another and rubbing it into each other’s clothes.

Within minutes, you two are both covered in fresh linen-scented bubbles, laughing as you go back and forth. When you manage to jump up and get some bubbles in his hair, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder, spinning you around playfully.

“Clydeeeeee!” You’re laughing and flailing around.

He smiles, letting you down slowly. As you slide down, your eyes lock and suddenly, the mood shifts from silly to sultry. Just like a scene from a movie, when your lips are level with his, he reaches in for a kiss.

Your hands cup his cheeks as the two of you embrace, lips connected and gently moving against each other. You smile as the two of you pull away.

Clyde’s cheeks are brights red and he looks away, biting his lip to mask his bright, wide smile.

“I...I...”

You put your finger over his lips. “You don’t have to say anything, Clyde.”

“O-Okay.” He chuckles, looking up at you with puppy eyes. “Can I, er...can I kiss ya again?”

A wide smile stretches across your face.

“Yes please.”

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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sunday funday #4...welcome back!

it’s been a while, y’all! but I’m feeling up to taking some writing requests, so I’m doing a sunday funday this weekend :)

in the spirit of “it’s been a while”, I’m designating this sunday funday as...KYLO REN DAY!

I haven’t been doing a whole lot of Kylo writing lately and I’ve just rewatched the sequels over the past two days, so I’m refreshed & ready to take some Kylo requests!!

**AN IMPORTANT NOTE: I’ll be accepting requests for both canon Kylo and AU Kylo(s)**

✻ here are some AU ideas for you to consider requesting! ✻ medieval (knight, king, prince, priest, etc.), mafia boss, sugar daddy, CEO, serial killer, fallen angel, boxer, pirate/Captain Hook, ancient ruler, smuggler, alpha, rockstar, professor, doctor, or any others that you think I’ll enjoy!

✥ want a sampling of some of my Kylo AU work? here are some good ones! ✥ ( ** = nsfw content)

rough around the edges (medieval prince Kylo) gifts and praise** (sugar daddy Kylo) the longest knight** (knight Kylo) hooked** [blurb] (captain hook!Kylo) the forbidden fruit** (medieval priest Kylo) what you’ve missed out on** (mob boss Kylo)

requests will open up tomorrow (sunday 11/14) at 10am and will close again at 10pm...although, and you didn’t necessarily hear this from me, I will accept early requests if there are any ;)

I’m very, very excited to do another sunday funday for y’all, and I’m really looking forward to some great Kylo ideas in my inbox <3

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Firefighter!Maurizio Gucci for Sunday Funday

anonymous

Firefighter x Maurizio Gucci x needs a volunteer during fire safety course. (He would be such a cute firefighter 😂 )

oh my god, I love this! he would be such an adorable firefighter!! I love it.

warnings. FLUFF, he’s a shy boi, Mau teaches a fire safety/CPR class, he does some fake CPR on you, and some fake mouth-to-mouth😏, but yeah that’s pretty much it. no use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s.

word count: 629

You've never, ever been so concentrated in fire and CPR safety than you are today. In your defense, however, most of the girls in the class are also hyper-focused.

And the instructor is a fucking Italian fireman. A fucking ITALIAN FIREMAN!!

He’s young and incredibly handsome, but he’s super shy, which you find so endearing. He’s freaking adorable.

Currently, he’s doing a lecture on CPR basics and you honestly haven’t heard a damn word of it. You’re much too busy paying attention to his plush pink lips and his rich accent.

You’re so entranced, in fact, that you don’t even realized that he’s picked you to participate in a little demonstration. Your friend gives you a nudge and when you come to, he’s looking at you with a small smile. Maurizio waves you down to the front.

“Come on then, yes? Will you help me?”

You nod and get up quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly, feeling the envious glares from the fellow girls in the class as you make your way up to the front of the classroom.

God, he’s even more handsome up close. And huge. So tall and so broad, jesus...

“Will you lay down on the board for me, please?” He asks, gesturing to the stretcher on the floor.

You do as he says, laying down. Maurizio kneels down beside you and begins talking about more ‘assessing the situation’ stuff. Your eyes linger on him as he talks to the class.

His cheeks turn pink as he feels your gaze on him, but he tries to stay focused on the task at hand.

“So, after you’ve made sure everything’s safe, you want to assess the person. Are they breathing? Are they responsive?”

He shyly checks your pulse on the side of your neck and on your wrist, then pretends to shake you gently to see if you’re responsive. When you’re not, he walks everyone through the steps of CPR.

Of course, it gets a bit awkward when he has to actually show CPR, considering you’re a woman with breasts and the area in which CPR is performed is right between the breasts.

Maurizio immediately regrets picking the prettiest girl for this demonstration and his cheeks burn as he carefully hovers his hand over your sternum. His hands are so close to your breasts and his mouth is almost watering at the prospect of possibly brushing against them--

“You would press your hands here, like this.” He says, cutting his thoughts off before they spiral out of control. “And do your reps. Then...”

Shit. Mouth-to-mouth.

Your cheeks warm when you realize what comes next. He seems to be in a similar situation as he gently places a finger on the bottom of your chin and tilts your head back.

“Now, you need to do mouth-to-mouth.”

He says it almost as if he’s reminding himself of what he needs to do in this moment. He leans down slightly so that he’s looking directly down at you, face hovering over yours.

“You will need to hold open her nostrils and make sure her mouth is open, too. Have one hand holding her nostrils open, and the other on her chin holding her jaw open.”

His hands carefully rests his hands on the sides of your nose and on your chin briefly to demonstrate, then leans down a bit closer. His lips are nearly on yours, eyes staring deeply into yours before he suddenly pulls away, leaving you absolutely breathless.

Shit.

The demonstration is soon over and you sit up, still feeling a bit dizzy from the almost mouth-to-mouth as you walk back to your seat. All the girls are seething with envy and you can’t help but smirk to yourself.

You’re definitely looking forward to next week’s lesson.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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hump day funday masterlist

here’s a list of all the works I wrote as part of my hump day funday event!

(this is an ongoing list that will be added to as I write!!)

a ** indicates SMUT and/or SMUTTY CONTENT.

A Full Examination [1.9k words] (Dr. Charlie Barber x Reader) **

doctor!charlie with a breeding kink??? him just absolutely ravishing you and of course with his medical knowledge he knows exactly which position is best and how to make sure his cum stays oh so deep inside you using his cock

Beneath The Stars [1k words] (mob boss!Maurizio x Reader) **

There’s no way I’m gonna let you wear that in public. - Why not? - Cause it would be a shame to rip off such nice material in front of so many people Wider baby. I said wider. Both for Mob Boss!Maurizio if you can please

Sinner’s Serum [1.3k words] (Jacques Le Gris x Reader—Hogwarts AU) **

You and Hogwarts Jacques agree to try love spells or potions on each other to spice things up during a long weekend. Take it wherever you want! (I would prefer things that don’t have themes of cheating or infidelity and adultery, but I hope that’s not rude to ask! I love your fics!) Thank you for taking requests! 💛

Anatomy Lesson [1k words] (Dr. Charlie Barber x Reader) **

NO CUS BREEDING/PREGNANCY KINK GOING BRRRRR dr. charlie cumming in you, watching it leak out, AND FINGERING IT BACK IN OVER AND OVER IM SO SORRY I HAD TO SHARE BYE

Steam In The Locker Room [3.1k words] (boxer!Flip Zimmerman x Reader) **

Scream for me. I want everyone to know who’s making you feel good. Please for boxer Flip 😍 Or with Tell me how much you like this. Tell me how good I make you feel! Same person for boxer Flip

Returning Your Letter [1.78k words] (Captain Hook!Kylo Ren x Reader)

I would fucking love to read anything with Captain Hook Kylo! I saw this and thought it’d be nice if he wrote some some romantic letter while at sea but instead of waiting for your response, he shows up and takes you away on his ship instead? “Is it fair to say that you read the love letter and that this means ‘yes’?”

I Just Couldn’t Wait (Dr. Charlie Barber x Reader) **

doctor!charlie breeder nonny here okay but the prompt w “look at what you’ve done to me. i’ve had to deal w this all day.” cus reader sent dr. barber a pic of her tummy and he could clearly see the bulge from her dildo. she said she just wanted to be full but he was working:((( and once he gets home he just goes crazy like… something about it just sent him over the edge. 😀 i’m so sorry IM SORRY DOCTOR!CHARLIE NONNY HERE I JUST NEED TO LET THIS OUT the punishment for that pic tho… hair pulling, slapping, spitting like the doc is just so worked up and he cannot stand it. i like to imagine he doesn’t hold back at all. think about it😳like.. c’mon!

Rescheduled (OBGYN!Dr. Charlie Barber x Reader) **

Maybe we get rescheduled with the new hotter than sin obgyn Charlie when the regular doc calls out sick

Natural Insemination (OBGYN!Dr. Kylo Ren x Reader) **

A smut with Kylo who is a doctor, the patient sees him because she wants to get pregnant.. and he is the one to do it 🔥

Phone Booth (mob boss!Kylo Ren x Reader) **

Happy Hump Day! I would love to read Mafia Boss Kylo trying to corrupt Rookie Cop female reader and the shenanigans they get into

This Win Is For You (boxer!Kylo Ren x Reader)

Omg boxer!Kylo would be AMAZING like him just training for a big match later that week & he promises you he’ll win it for you 🥺 and then you go to watch the match and he DOES and dedicates it to you im sobbing

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The Forbidden Fruit {medieval priest!Kylo Ren x Reader}

anonymous:

Priest!Kylo + tavern + visiting his known mistress

author’s notes: hello, hello! ooo, priest!Kylo is a dirty man and I am very much here for it ;) thanks for the request! (post-writing note: this got waay longer than I originally intended lol)

warnings: a touch of fluff. smut. general filth. the incorrect use of the Adam and Eve bible story. oral sex (f receiving). a bit of religion-infused coercion. innocence kink if you really squint. hints of praise kink. virginity loss.

tw’s: extramarital affair/sex (as was common in medieval times). (!!) dubcon (!!) **please let me know if I missed any warnings and/or tw’s!!**

word count: 1.8k

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[NOT my edit. full credit goes to sacklers_sack on Twitter]

Father Kylo walks into the Adam and Eve Tavern and steps up to the bar, ordering a mug of frothy golden brew. He takes a sip as he walks over to his usual corner table, fingers fiddling with the ring around his thick finger.

Even though his wife already knows of his affair, he still feels a small twinge of guilt whenever he lies to her about his whereabouts. It’s a very slight feeling of remorse, though, considering the fact that she’s one of Satan’s disciples.

You walk in only minutes later, flipping the hood of your cloak off the top of your head. He looks over at smiles at the sight of you, admiring your pure and raw beauty. He’s almost sure you’re some sort of angel in disguise, too beautiful and pure to be anything less. Gods, he wants nothing more than to wreck you, split you in half with his cock.

“Hello, angel.” He purrs as you walk over and sit down at the table with him, eyes lingering on your bosom, which is accentuated greatly in this particular gown. “I am glad to see your beautiful face this eve.”

Your lips curl up into a small smirk. “No need for such flattery, Father. We both know why you summoned me here.”

“I’ve always loved how you get right down to business.” Kylo chuckles devilishly. “There are a series of rooms upstairs, the very reason I chose this particular establishment to conduct our...meeting. Step into the last one down the hall and strip bare, lay down on the bed. I will join you in a moment.”

Nodding, you stand and make your way up to the room, swaying your hips a bit extra for the Father. He smirks when he notices this, taking another sip of his beer as he feels his length twitch to life ‘neath his robes.

He waits a few minutes, finishing the mug of beer and leaving behind a tip for the barkeep before walking up to the room he’s reserved for the night. When he walks in, the sight of your nude body illuminated by the warm orange glow of the crackling fire greets him. Gods, is there a better sight to behold than this one?

Your chest rises and falls gently, rhythmically, breasts rising and falling along with your steady breathing. He’s hypnotized, momentarily, drinking in the angelic beauty that lays across the bedsheets.

His robes are swiftly removed and draped over one of the chairs, leaving him in only his undergarments. He points to your legs with his pointer and middle fingers, silently indicating that he’d like you to spread them. You do.

“Tell me, angel. Have you heard the Biblical tale of Adam and Eve?”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip when he takes a step forward towards the bed. “No, Father, I have not.”

He smirks, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. Remnants of his hot breath tease your bare skin, causing you to shudder.

“Adam and Eve were the first human beings created by God, and they inhabited in the Garden of Eden. They were given allowed to use or consume any of the other plants in the Garden, but they were told not to eat any of the forbidden fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.”

You gasp when his hands suddenly seize your ankles and pull you to the end of the bed.

“But,” The Father sinks to his knees, never breaking eye contact. “They failed to resist the temptation. The fruit...”

He pushes your legs as far apart as they can go, then lightly traces your glistening slit with his fingertips. Your breath hitches in your throat at his featherlight touch on your center.

Your eyes widen when his nose nudges your outer lips and he takes a long, slow inhale of your natural scent. He shudders, groaning under his breath before his tongue suddenly licks an agonizingly slow stripe up your cunt.

“The forbidden fruit was just too sweet.” Kylo says, licking his lips with a small smirk at the corners of his mouth. “It was so tender, so juicy; it just felt too right to be wrong, too delicious to be sin.”

You can’t stop the desperate whimper that escapes between your parted lips, insides clenching desperately against themselves. He notices the way your hole puckers, and his smirk grows a bit wider.

His mouth opens, then, and he encapsulates your entire core in a sloppy kiss. Your back arches and you gasp loudly, head pressing back against the pillows. The coarse hairs of his beard scratch your skin in the most delightfully pleasurable way, only adding to the sensations he’s creating with his mouth.

“F-Father--ohh!” Your feet plant and your hips lift up off the bed. “Oh gods, mmmm!”

He begins moving with more aggression, passionately slurping up each and every drop of the sweet nectar that leaks from your cunt. His assault doesn’t let up, not until his efforts bring you to the ultimate high.

“Father! F-Father, oh Christ!” You shriek softly, legs quaking as you hit your peak with an Earth-shattering intensity.

Kylo pulls away shortly after you’ve ridden out your high and he’s consumed every single drop of your sinful sweetness, upper lip and beard glistening with your release. He practically rips his undergarments off and wraps a large, veiny hand around the base.

“Lay up at the head of the bed, now. I shall claim your innocence tonight, angel.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up, chewing on your now-tender bottom lip. “I d-don’t know...”

The Father shakes his head, quickly pinning you to the bed, caging you with his large body. You watch his silver Holy Cross necklace shimmer in the dim light, reminding you that he is a man of God and that he would never ask anything of you that he didn’t think you were ready for.

“Do not fear it, my child; why would His Holiness grant us the bodies we posses, ones that can bring such pleasures, if we aren’t intended to use them? Trust me, angel, all will be alright.”

You’re not much of a religious woman, but he makes a reasonable argument...

“O-Okay.”

He smiles, reaching down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “I will go slowly for you. It may hurt at first, but I promise it will get better.”

You nod. “I trust you, Father.”

His tip swipes all through your slick before settling at your entrance, ready to push in. He holds your cheeks, looking deep into your eyes.

“Are you ready, my angel?”

As soon as you nod, his pelvis pushes forward and his length pushes through your unstretched walls. You cry out, tears instantly burning your eyes as they instantly begin to collect in the corners.

Once he’s fully seated inside you, he remains still, jaw clenched so tight you’re worried he’ll crack his teeth should he clench any tighter. It’s taking every single ounce of his willpower not to fuck you raw, but he knows what he must take care of you this eve. There will be plenty of time for all of that in the future.

“You’re doing sssso well, angel. Taking me so well.”

His words of encouragement, his mutters of of praise reassure you that this was a good choice. You’ve never felt so stuffed in your entire life, not even after holiday feasts and the more your insides stretch in accommodation, the better it begins to feel.

You nod up at him, the first tear escaping your overflowing eyes.

“I’m a-alright now, Father.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, still cradling your face as he draws back, then pushes forward once more. The noises that escape your lips are positively sinful and they only encourage him on, hips steadily gaining speed and force with each passing moment.

Soon, your body and breasts and excess flesh bounce in time with his hips’ sharp, forceful thrusts. By now, the pain has completely subsided and made way for the pleasure to build in your loins.

“S-So sssweet,” He grunts quietly in your ear. “So j-juicy and tender...and you’re a-all mine...”

Your small whimpers and gasps turn to scandalous moans and cries of desperation. You hold onto his arms tightly, fingernails digging deep into his alabaster skin, surely leaving marks.

“Please, Father, please...”

Kylo can feel his control, his restraint beginning to slip as he nears climax. He’s unable to hold it off, unwilling to deny himself this heavenly pleasure whilst his cock is stained with fresh virgin’s blood.

The thought of that alone thrusts him right up to the edge, looking over the cliff to the peak of bliss.

“Y/N, my a-angel, I...I will not be able to endure much l-longer.”

You nod, grabbing hold of his hair firmly. “It is alright, F-Father. Use m-me, use my body to bring yourself p-pleasure.”

Those words send him careening into climax and he quickly pulls away just as the first rope of his foggy liquor emerges. His hips still give half-hearted mock thrusts as he spills his creamy seed all over your puffy, used cunt.

He crawls off of you once he’s finished, beginning to redress immediately. You sit up, shakily and already you can feel the pain in your loins beginning to build from the Father’s hardened intrusion.

Your eyes catch sight of some red dripped down onto the bedsheet and your cheeks warm, acute worry flaring up inside of you. Is that supposed to happen?

Almost as if he read your worried mind, Father Kylo steps up to you and holds your chin up so that you can look into his eyes.

“Bleeding is typical for virgins, nothing is the matter, I promise.”

You nod, sighing softly in relief. “Thank you, Father.”

He smiles, bending down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “It is I who should be thanking you, my child. Thank you for giving your innocence to me, for trusting me. You did so well for me tonight, angel.”

Your cheeks warm in flattery, smile splitting your face. But, your expression falls into a frown when you see him drape the cloak over his shoulders.

“Must you leave so soon, Father?”

Father Kylo nods as he pulls on his shoes. “I must get back to the convent, angel; I apologize for having to rush off so quickly. But, I promise I will make it up to you next time, yes?”

You nod, offering a small, disappointment-tinged smile. “Yes, of course, Father. I understand.”

He reaches ‘neath his robes and pulls out the small, silver Holy Cross necklace, draping it around your neck.

“Something to remind you of me, ‘till we next meet.” Kylo says, kissing your temple. “Farewell, my beloved angel.”

Your lips tug up into a genuine smile, fingers toying with the silver charm as he approaches the door and slips out.

“Farewell, Father.”

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The Forever Bite [drabble] {vampire!Henry McHenry x Reader}

anonymous, for spooky sunday:

Vampire Henry biting you while he fucks you so he can keep you forever 😍😍😍

oh yes, yes to all of this! I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not very well-versed in vampires since I don’t really write them. but, I tried to research and do my best with it :)

warnings: smut. biting. possessive-ish behavior.

(possible) tw’s: vampire stuff. descriptions of blood.

word count: 463

Shuck-shuck-shuck.

The headboard slams against the wall as Henry’s hips swiftly drill into you, skin smacking together with a lewd squelch. He’s looking down at you with a fierce snarl, pearly white fangs shining in the low glow of the moonlight.

“You’re mine.” He growls, hand wrapping around your throat. “Say it.”

You nod in agreement, gasping softly. “I’m yours, Henry.”

His hand pulls away from your neck, but his fingers remain, trailing over the taut flesh. He pushes against the veins, the tendons, groaning softly.

“Your blood must taste so sweet, my lover.”

Your eyes widen at his comment, seeing the way he licks his sharp fangs. He’s thirsty, you know it.

“H-Henry--”

“Let me bite you, please. I’ll make you mine forever, Y/N. It’d be so easy to just...” His fangs gently press into the skin on the curve of your shoulder. “Sink my teeth in, taste your delicious blood. God, I can smell it through your skin, your veins, just begging to be set free. Begging to be drank by me.”

You whimper, back arching instinctively, hands in his long black hair. “I...I don’t know.”

He’s close, now, the thought of sinking his fangs into your flesh getting him even more riled up than he ever imagined it would.

“There’s a c-chance you won’t become a vampire.” He breathes, fucking you harder. “And even if you do become one, you’ll get to live forever with me, be mine for the rest of eternity.”

You give it a thought as you reach down, clit tender when you begin to rub it. You bring yourself to a quick but pleasurable climax, and in your dopey state of mind, you look up at him with a wild expression in your eyes.

“D-Do it, Henry.”

Henry grins, quickly bending down to sink his fangs into your skin, groaning at the first taste of your sweet blood. His orgasm comes only seconds later, drinking your blood as he buries his load deep in your cunt.

You let out a loud yelp at the initial pain of bite, but the pain quickly settles and you feel your body relax slightly. Nothing feels any different as he takes a drink from your veins before pulling away, lapping at the skin he’s just abused.

When he finally pulls away after a minute or so, he immediately kisses you,, keeping you in a tender embrace.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asks, looking into your eyes for any signs of transformation. “Normal? Different?”

Nodding, you smile, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Yes, I feel fine, Henry. I feel completely normal.”

His lips pull up into a small smile and he plants a kiss on the tip of your nose, which makes you giggle softly.

“Good, I’m glad.”

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Hideaway {King Jacques Le Gris x whore!Reader} [blurb]

anonymous:

King!Le Gris + brothel + hiding away from the palace

author’s notes: hello, hello! ughhhh I love this, thanks so much for submitting :)

warnings: smut. handjob. oral sex. rough blowjob. cock gagging/choking.

(possible) tw’s: brothels. extramarital affair (as was quite common in medieval times).

Everyone in the tavern falls silent when the door slams open and a large hooded man steps through the door. They know who it is already.

“Your highness,” The tavern owner says as the young King removes his snow-covered hood. “How may I serve you?”

“You cannot serve him, James.” You say with a smirk, walking down the stairs. All eyes are on you. “I’m the only one that can serve him.”

Jacques smirks, pushing past the meager man with little regard to stand in front of you, eyes roaming your corset-clad figure. His large, calloused hands seize your waist, squeezing your hips.

“Hello, harlot. You look stunning this night.”

Your hands run down over his broad, tree-like figure, teasing the thick leather belt wrapped around his waist. “You flatter me so, majesty. Let us retreat to a more private space.”

The two of you walk up the creaky tavern stairs and into the private room. Jacques closes and latches the door behind him before draping his cape over the back of the chair.

A fire crackles in the background as he watches you from where he stands by the door, fingers pulling the ties on his shirt. You return his gaze with one of your own, stepping up in front of him to remove his belt.

“So, what brings you all the way out here on a cold winter’s night, King Jacques? You haven’t come to see me since the warm sun still shone across the land.”

His shirt hangs over his shoulders loosely and a tent has already begun to form in his trousers.

“I needed to see you, harlot, needed your services. I need an escape from the palace, from my cunt of a wife.”

You smirk, running your hands over his hardened length. “I see. So, your usual, I presume?”

Jacques runs a hand through your hair, then holds the top of your head and forces you down onto your knees in front of him. Your knees slam onto the wooden boards and you cringe at the slight pain, but you maintain eye contact with the King nonetheless.

“Take them off.” He nods down to his tented trousers. “Stroke me in your hand first.”

You heed his commands, pulling his cock out of the trousers and wrapping a hand around his thick shaft, beginning to pump him. His head falls back and a soft sigh escapes his clenched jaw, hips pressing forward.

His breathing grows more and more erratic as your hand moves up and down his pulsing shaft. You smirk, basking in the knowledge that you can render the great King Jacques Le Gris to a mere boy just with your hand.

“Mouth now, harlot.” He grunts, hand tightening in your hair and pushing your head forward.

Your jaw slacks and instantly, you gag when he forces his large length into your mouth aggressively. Your body convulses slightly as your throat constricts around his intrusion.

Jacques’ eyes roll into the back of his head, shoulders slumping as he begins to rock his pelvis back and forth. Sloppy shuck-shuck-shuck noises quickly fill the room as you over-salivate around him, tears beginning to run down your cheeks.

“What a good little harlot mouth.” He growls, teeth gritting. “Nice and hot and tight, so fucking perfect.”

It doesn’t take very long for the King to come undone above you, and only minutes later, he’s shooting rope after rope of his salty seed down your throat with a long, low groan.

You stand up as his highness redresses swiftly. Before he leaves, he hands you a small pouch of shiny gold coins.

“Until we meet again, harlot.”

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sunday funday #4 masterlist

(oh my god, I totally just realized that I never posted this masterlist🤡whoops!)

here are all the works I wrote for Kylo day!

any titles with a ✧ symbol contain NSFW content.

A Playlist For You [blurb] (724 words) Commander Kylo Ren x radar tech!Reader

✧ Ripped T-Shirt (1.3k words) rockstar!Kylo Ren x Reader

#mrs-gucci #mrs-gucci's sunday funday events #mrs-gucci masterlist #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo x reader #kylo x you #kylo ren fluff #kylo ren smut #rockstar!kylo #rockstar!kylo ren #kylo imagine #kylo ren imagine

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Before The Full Moon [blurb] {werewolf!Flip Zimmerman x Reader}

anonymous, for spooky sunday:

Will you please do something with werewolf Flip when the moon starts to get full but isn’t there yet? 🖤🖤

absolutely, I will!! thanks for submitting <3

warnings: smutty content. handjob. descriptions of a knot. kinda scenting?

(possible) tw’s: werewolf things.

word count: 566

This here, this is the worst part for Flip; the period between the sunset and the rising of the full moon.

He hurts all over as his body prepares for transition, his primal instincts are skyrocketing, and he can already feel the knot swelling at the base of his cock. Damn it.

You always feel so bad when you see him like this, wishing there was more you could do for him to make things better. But unfortunately, nothing could be done but wait for the full transformation to occur.

His teeth are already sharpening rapidly and the tips of his fingers are already shaping into claws. He has that feral look in his eyes, the one he tends to get at this time, when the line between man and wolf begins to blur.

You’re sitting on the couch when he walks over and takes a seat next to you, dragging his claws lightly across your fabric-clad thigh. He leans over and nuzzles the spot just behind your ear, the one you’ve come to learn is where the scent gland would be, fangs scraping across the delicate skin.

“New perfume?” He growls, taking a long, slow inhale. You nod, holding your breath. “Thought so. Fuck, it smells good.”

Flip begins to lap at that spot, breath turning to soft pants as his transformation continues. He’s hard as a fucking rock at this point, stretching the constricting denim of his Levi’s.

“Can I...will you...?”

Already knowing what he means, you nod, reaching over to undo his jeans and expose his swollen cock. The knot at the base is visible and by now you know to be extra careful with it, due to it begins incredibly sensitive.

Your hand begins to move up and down his shaft, earning you an animalistic growl from the handsome man sitting beside you. His back arches as you stroke him, soft gasps and grunts tickling the little hairs of you ear.

“Gggghhhohhh,” He breathes, ministrations growing rougher as his climax nears.

You’re always delightfully surprised at how much larger Flip’s length gets when he transforms and this time, you’re literally feeling it grow in your hand. His fur is starting to grow into a thick bush on his abdomen and his pubes are joining, creating a coarse texture around your hand and wrist.

“Nnghh, peanut, I-I’m--”

It’s then that you gently wrap your thumb and forefinger around the swell at the base of his shaft, stroking it with quick flicks of your wrist. He lets out a loud howl, hips desperately rutting into your grasp as string after string of creamy seed spurts from his cock.

A puddle of white forms in the divot between your closed thighs by the time he’s all done, knot pulsing when you pull away. You notice, then, that his thighs and legs are completely covered in black fur.

As you allow your eyes to trail up his form, you realize that he’s fully transformed. You look up into his kind puppy dog eyes, smiling as you take in his wolf form.

He licks your cheeks, which makes you giggle, then bounds down off the couch. He can’t talk when he’s in this state, but you’ve gotten really good about reading his expressions over the years, and only one thing is coming across from the look in his eye right now:

I love you, Y/N.

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