#mrs-gucci writes paterson

[mrs-gucci]

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

Bathroom Rendezvous {Paterson x Reader} 🎇

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where--oookay then!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmmmm, Pat...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“O-Oh fuuuuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

[glassbxttless]

Paterson x f!Reader

NSFW Alphabet: A (aftercare: what they’re like after sex)

Word Count: 412

Warnings: literally just some sweet aftercare

Paterson always holds you in his arms, close to his chest, tight to his body after sex. He presses the gentlest of kisses to your forehead as his fingertips dance across the bare expanse of your back. He can feel the mess made between your bodies, on the sheets— but making sure you feel loved and safe is much more important than the cleanup.

He holds you like this for a while, whispering the sweetest words of encouragement into your ear. He’s reminding you of how much he loves you, of how much you mean to him. How he couldn’t ever look at someone else like this. And when you’re relaxing against him, the muscles in your body easing into a deep rest— Paterson rolls out of bed and wanders over to the en-suite. He starts to fill the bath with warm water for you. And he’s bringing a soft damp cloth in to wipe up your thighs.

He even washes you up when you ask. Hunched over in the water, chest against your knees, he uses the shower head to rinse off your back. the water washes over your body as he takes a clean cloth and gently washes away the cares and stresses of the day. He’s always like this. He always makes sure you’re taken care of. And he’s always thrown a towel and your pajamas for the night into the dryer for when you get out of the tub. He usually bypasses the underwear, knowing you’ve told him once or twice how important it is to go without them every now and again.

Once you’re dressed, he changes the sheets as you brush your teeth. Maybe there’s always a glass of water on your nightstand as well. He’s not ready to sleep when you crawl into bed sometimes, but he always lays there with you. Your head against the arm that’s extended out for you. You know he’ll gently crawl out of bed later, mosy over to his desk for some quiet writing. Some time to himself. But he’s here now, he’s here, letting you fall asleep in his arms— your safe space. And even when he does get up, he’ll tuck the blankets around you, just how you like and place a kiss against your forehead. and sometimes you pretend you’re asleep just to feel it. just to see Paterson’s purest form of love, the things he does when he doesn’t think you’re awake to see them.

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[maybe-your-left]

HAPPY ASK FRIDAY EMILY PLEASE TELL US WHICH OF YOUR MEN ARE IN THE MILE HIGH CLUB ???

(dr kylo ren MD ????)

YES: 

Jamie Massey: please please baby, keep touching him. run your fingers through his hair, Jamie washed it in tea tree oil just like you asked. he just wants you to hold him, maybe give him a messy BJ in the bathroom, or on the flight deck. 

Professor Zachary Adams: he has nothing to worry about, you listen to whatever Daddy says. ‘Go meet me in the bathroom, make sure no one follows.’

Adam Sackler: his pants are already off, wore those stupid sweats you hate because he wanted you to tear them down. he whistles from the bathroom for you to follow you like a little puppy. 

Matt the Radar Tech: calls you a slut, makes you squish into the stall with him. back to his chest so he can fuck you good and hard. ‘of course, you’re wet, I fucked you this morning before we left.’

Maurizio Gucci: ‘Dove, come sit on Daddy’s lap, no one’s going to bother us’. he loves to run his fingers through your hair, smelling the fruity scent he lathered into it last night in your bath. everything for his sweet dove, and if you want to rock on his cock while he reads the paper on the private jet? then you’re riding Daddy’s cock on the private jet. 

Phillip Altman: GREMLIN BOY. GET OUT YOUR SQUIRT BOTTLE. philly is grabbing every bit of you, especially your tits. they look so soft and comfy in your lazy clothes, its a long flight and he wants you comfortable when he hoists you on his cock. 

Charlie Barber: bold of you to assume he’s not already inside you. he doesn’t care who’s around, he will drag you by the hair into the bathroom. Propping your leg up on the cheap counter, slotting his hips between and fucking you until you’re blue in the face from holding in your screams. 

Dr. Ren: he’s already fucked you twice, once in the airport terminal after the security checks. cockwarming on an international flight, he rocks you back and forth on his lap, ‘keep your whines to yourself, or else I’ll bend you over and everyone will see what a whore you are.’ 

NO: 

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo (Canon): this man is not about fucking or touching on planes. He is a pilot, he has other things to deal with other than your whore ass pussy. Don’t fucking touch him, he will force choke you to death. 

Paterson: he gets too nervous on planes, he needs to be held, maybe stroke his cheek. not too much touching though, he feels claustrophobic. but also keep stroking his hair and giving him neck kisses. 

Rick Smolan: heck no-he’s been working all fucking month, and the month before that. he wants to try and catch up on his sleep, he needs to catch up before he sees you at the gates. no time to fuck something in the bathroom. 

Dan Jones: no, he has to write down the rest of this proposal for the Senate.

Darlin’ Imma Green Beret: 

Clyde Logan: Darlin’ Imma Green Beret, the most exclusive club in ‘Merica. I ain’t in no Chair Force, so don’ be touchin’ me while we’re flying. Pass me a snack, Sugar. 

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[mrs-gucci]

Five Minutes Late {Paterson x Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! this marks my first Paterson piece :) it’s just a little fluffy piece because I’m hella soft for Pat <3

warnings: fluff. meet-cute. kissing. some romance. pat’s single in this story.

no tw’s :)

word count: 1.3k

prompt (from THIS list) 

"I'd feel much better if you'd let me walk you home." 

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Finally, after ten years of service to you, your beloved car finally gave out on you. She was old, you got her used, so you were counting the days until she finally timed out.

But now, with your car gone, you’re forced to take the bus. Ugh, the bus.

You arrive at the station a few minutes before the bus is set to arrive, shoving your hands down in your coat pockets as a cold winter morning breeze numbs the tip of your nose. 

You’re praying that this bus gets here on time or you might actually freeze to death out here...

Just your luck, the bus is five minutes late, which means that you’ll surely be late to work this morning. You board the bus last, digging through your bag for the bus pass you bought yesterday. 

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

You look up, and your cheeks redden...and not (completely) from the cold.

A pair of warm, chocolatey eyes looks at you, a perfectly crooked smile pulling up the corners of his lips.

“Sorry, but we have to get going. Will you be riding with us today or not?”

You sigh. “I guess not, since I don’t have my card.”

“Your ride’s on me this morning, ma’am.” He waves you on board.

Your eyes widen. “Oh, n-no, I can’t--”

His head tilts towards the back of the bus, smiling. “I insist. Consider it an apology for being a few minutes late.”

Well, a free ride’s a free ride...

You step up into the bus and he closes the doors behind you, looking a bit flustered as you walk by him.

“Thank you, uh...” You look down to his chest for a nametag, not finding one.

“Paterson.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and he just chuckles.

“Yes, my actual name is Paterson. I get that reaction a lot.”

You laugh softly. “I can’t say I’ve ever met someone who’s got the same name as their hometown. That’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah, I--”

“Hey, lovebirds! I’m gonna be late for work if this bus doesn’t start driving! Kiss her or let her take a seat, I haven’t got all day!” An older woman says from the back of the bus. A few passengers chuckle.

Paterson’s cheeks turn bright red and he quickly turns back to focus on the road ahead. You smile to yourself, biting your lip as you move to take a seat.

The bus starts and stops several times before finally reaching your drop-off station. You get up and walk towards the front, offering the cute bus driver a small wave.

“Thanks again for the ride, Paterson.”

He smiles, giving you a small nod. “No problem, ma’am. Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

-

Work sucked, as per usual, and you’ve got an extra pep in your step as you make your way to the bus station.

It’s dark, nearly nine-thirty, and you’re hoping even more now that the bus is on time. Unfortunately, you’d forgotten that the last bus runs at nine fifteen on weekdays, so you’re out of luck.

You huff as you sit on the bench, burying your head in your hands. You just can’t win, can you?

You’re so consumed in your thoughts that you don’t even hear the bus pull up and the doors open.

“Need a ride?” A familiar voice asks.

You look out from behind your hands, seeing Paterson at the wheel, wearing a tired smile. 

“Paterson. I--aren’t you off-duty? The last bus runs at fifteen past.”

He nods. “I am off-duty, and I was heading back to the station, but then I saw you. I won’t let you sit out here and freeze, so c’mon, let me give you a ride home.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to do that for me. I can just call a cab or something.”

“But I want to.” His head nods back towards the seats. “Hop on.”

You smile at his generosity, a refreshing change of pace in your life full of grouchy humans, and you hop onto the bus. The doors slide shut and he begins driving towards the station. 

Paterson keeps his eyes on the road, for the most part, occasionally looking back at you as small talk flows naturally between you two. 

Sooner than you would like, the bus pulls into the station and Paterson lines his up with the rest. He opens the doors for you with a genuine smile.

“Thank you so much, again, Paterson. I really appreciate everything.”

He nods. “Anything for a pretty lady like you, miss Y/N.”

Your cheeks heat up, eyes darting to the ground.

“Uh, do you need a ride home? I have a c-car and I’d be more than happy to take you.”

You shake your head. “Oh, no, that’s not necessary. My apartment building’s only two block over.”

“Gotcha.” He says, sounding a bit bummed. “Uh, w-well, it’s kinda dark out there...not to mention it’s almost below freezing...”

“Paterson,” You begin, chuckling softly. “Would you like to walk me home?”

Paterson blushes, scratching the back of his neck as he chuckles awkwardly. “Y-Yeah, I would. I’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

You smile, holding out your hand. “Then what are we waiting for?”

-

Being the perfect gentleman he is, Paterson walks you all the way to your apartment, even riding the elevator with you to make sure you get home completely safe.

You’re extremely flattered by his care and attention. You really like Paterson, he’s so sweet and kind and caring...

Not to mention incredibly, almost unfairly attractive. 

“Well, this is me.” You say, standing outside your apartment door.

He nods, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.  “Oh! Uh, o-okay. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N.”

In a bold move, you take another step forward, gently reaching up to tilt his chin up until his eyes meet yours. You bite your lip, smiling softly.

“I have one last ‘thank you’ to give you, Paterson.”

His eyes widen for a moment, a pink-red blush painting his cheeks.  “Uh...um...I...”

Suddenly, he closes the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours. You’re frozen in surprise, but it quickly melts away and your hands move up to hold his cheeks gently, eyes fluttering shut.

He pulls away slowly, a bashful smile on his face. “And that’s my acceptance of your ‘thank you’. S-So, uh...you’re welcome.”

“That was quite an acceptance.” You laugh softly, thumbs swiping over his defined cheekbones.

His hands gently rest on your hips, forehead resting on yours as he looks into your eyes.

“Um, w-would it be alright if I asked you on a date? No pressure to say yes or anything, I mean I’ll still give you rides on the bus and everything no matter your answer--”

You bring your finger up, placing it over his lips, halting his babbling in its tracks.

“I would love to go out with you sometime.”

He grins gleefully, cheeks reddening. “That’s...that’s so great.”

“Would you like my phone number, so we can coordinate a date and time?” You ask, smiling.

“Y-Yeah, I guess that would be a good thing to get from you...”

Chuckling, you pull out your phone and get his number, then text him so that he has yours. He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, running a hand through his jet black hair.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then, Y/N.” He says softly, meeting your eyes again. “I had a really nice time getting to know you tonight.”

You nod in agreement. “Me too. See you.”

His hand lifts in an awkward, adorable wave before he heads back down the hall towards the elevators. Your eyes linger on him for a moment before you slip the key in the lock, opening the door to your apartment.

Maybe losing your car wasn’t so bad, after all.

[mrs-gucci]

miscellaneous/archived characters masterlist

ON THIS LIST: Henry McHenry, Adam Sackler, Phillip Altman, Ronnie Peterson, Jude (Hungry Hearts), Paterson, and Mr. Pennyham (SNL).

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

Henry McHenry

Adam Sackler

Phillip Altman

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Ronnie Peterson

𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 Missing You  Ronnie’s Empress (for Star Wars day)

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

Jude (Hungry Hearts)

【ｐｒｏｆｅｓｓｏｒ　ａｕ】

𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 Wrong [drabble]

Paterson

𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 Five Minutes Late Beer Bottles & Bob Ross Tutorials [blurb] (2021 Fourth of July Celebration request)

𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 Bathroom Rendezvous (2021 Fourth of July Celebration request)

Mr. Pennyham (SNL)

𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 Dress Drop-Off 

𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 Hillside Picnic [blurb] (2021 Fourth of July Celebration request)

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[mrs-gucci]

Hello dearest!! If it's not already been asked, I'd love to request a fluffy something about Paterson not liking fireworks because of his time in the military, and the two of you trying to celebrate the 4th in your own way to distract him from the noise? Sending you love!

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

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

warnings: fluff. general cuteness. bob ross tutorials. 

(possible) tw's: alcohol consumption.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re welcome, Pat.”

[mrs-gucci]

Friday’s Fourth of July Celebration Releases!

here are today’s (Fri. 7/2) Fourth of July-themed request pieces :)

**if you’d like to keep up with all the releases throughout this week & weekend, they’ll all be tagged under #mrs-gucci’s fourth of july celebration :)**

Bathroom Rendezvous—Paterson x Reader smut & fluff oneshot

Mountain Views—Henry McHenry x Reader smut & fluff oneshot

[mrs-gucci]

mrs-gucci writes Paterson

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

Oneshots.

𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 Five Minutes Late

Requests.

𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 Bathroom Rendezvous (2021 Fourth of July Celebration request)

𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 Beer Bottles & Bob Ross Tutorials [blurb] (2021 Fourth of July Celebration request)

sunday funday masterlist (for some additional Pat works)

[mrs-gucci]

sunday funday!

just a little something fun for this lazy sunday :)

send me: a character (one that I write for), a setting/AU, and 3-5 “plot” words, and I’ll write a short drabble for you!

here’s an example of the type of thing I’m looking for: “Kylo Ren + medieval AU + a walk through the gardens”

send some stuff my way, if you please! 

[babbushka]

Spooky Scary Prompts are officially open for October!!

Hello my friends! I hope that you're doing well today! I am making this announcement post because whether I like it or not, September has come to an end, and tomorrow marks the first of October.

Now you guys know me, I'm not a fan of Halloween at all. However, thanks to my friends, most notably miss @safarigirlsp, I've been a little more in the spirit of things. I've got a lot of oneshots and surprises coming your way over the course of the month, but because it's a special holiday, I want you guys to get in on the action too!

Which means...

The inbox is now open for Halloween prompts, headcanons, thots, requests, and general shenanigans! These can be horror themed or fluffy!

I'll be reblogging some lists but feel free to send in whatever your heart desires! All the guys I write for are up for grabs: Kylo and any of the AUs I write, Flip, Clyde, Charlie, Pale, Paterson and Paul.

My only caveat is that I will not be accepting any prompts for abo/werewolf content, nor will I be accepting prompts where the reader is in any way harmed. My FAQ has the full list of things I will not write, but these seem the most relevant to mention for the holiday.

I'm going to be away traveling for about two weeks, so these prompts will be queued up to post over that period of time to keep this blog active and in the holiday mood!

As always, if you'd like to be included on the taglist to be notified when a new fic is up, please fill out this form!

Tagging some friends below the cut to spread the word!

@mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @thembohux @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @materialisthicc @hswritingrecs @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @schopenhauerdeathsquad @loverofallthings @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @caitlin-was-here @icarusinthesea @princessflip @goddessofsprings @mrs-gucci @baubub @bucky-j-barnes @beachwoodmonet @darkhairedmenrule @eagerforhoney @nekonaomitard @einmal-im-traum @justlenastuff @0nihiime @ohsolonelyghosts@pop-rocks-and-skittles

[babbushka]

L'Shana Tova! (requests open!)

Happy new year to all my Jewish friends and family here on the blog!

I can't believe we're already celebrating the new year here, my how time flies. To celebrate, I'll be posting some writing over the next 10 days, leading up to Yom Kippur, for fun, fluffy or smutty Rosh Hashanah/New Years shenanigans! If you have any prompts along those lines that you'd like to submit, the inbox is open and eager for them! :)

Friendly reminder that these are the characters I HC as Jewish:

Flip Zimmerman (thank you canon)

Kylo Ren AUs/Solo Triplets

Paterson

Paul Sevier

Charlie Barber

The other boys I'm more than happy to write celebrating the holidays with Jewish!reader, even if they themselves aren't Jewish :)

Tagging some friends just to get the word out!

@mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @thembohux @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @materialisthicc @hswritingrecs @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @loverofallthings @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @caitlin-was-here @canikeepitonplease @icarusinthesea @princessflip @goddessofsprings @sweetlyours @mrs-gucci @baubub @bucky-j-barnes @mindyoshiii @beachwoodmonet @darkhairedmenrule @eagerforhoney @nekonaomitard @einmal-im-traum @justlenastuff @0nihiime @ohsolonelyghosts

[mrs-gucci]

mrs. gucci’s all-encompassing requests FAQ

there seems to be a bit of confusion lately about whether or not my requests are open and what types of things I’ll accept. so, I’m putting out this all-encompassing post to hopefully clarify all the confusion and prevent any future confusion :)

➡︎ please read through this entire post before submitting anything to my inbox! [I'll honestly be kind of pissed if you send something in that makes it obvious you didn’t read this post!! so please read it!!]

✦ HOW DO I KNOW IF MRS. GUCCI’S REQUESTS ARE OPEN RIGHT NOW?

the best way to check if mrs. g’s requests are open is to check out the MRS GUCCI’S PAGE HAPPENINGS post, which is the pinned post at the top of my page.  (that is the thing that I will update the most, so it’s your best bet to go ahead and check that post out before submitting anything! always assume that my page happenings post, or the most recent post on my page, is the most updated information.)

if my requests are not open...please do not send in a request!!

➥ I ONLY ACCEPT REQUESTS THAT COME TO MY INBOX!  COMMENTED REQUESTS, ETC. WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED.

❖WHAT CHARACTERS WILL MRS. GUCCI WRITE FOR?❖

ADCU

Maurizio Gucci, Charlie Barber, Clyde Logan, Flip Zimmerman, Kylo Ren, Jacques Le Gris, Adam Sackler, Paterson, Commander Mills (65).

**mrs. gucci doesn’t write reylo. please respect this personal preference and please don’t request anything reylo.**

❖MRS. GUCCI’S WRITING NO-NO’S❖

please do not request any of the following things. no disrespect to people that enjoy/practice these things or kink-shaming intended, of course, I just don’t feel comfortable writing them for various personal reasons. (this is a constantly-shifting list, so please keep checking it occasionally for updates!)

**I DO NOT write for any real person (Adam Driver, Joe Quinn, Joe Keery). please don’t request fics involving the real-life actors!**

underage smut (under 18 years of age). rape and/or rape fantasies. homosexual relations of any kind. male reader. dd/lg. age play. pet play. pegging. strap-ons. anything w/male lingerie (it’s just not my thing). anal play/sex. scat play. feeding kink, religious services, ceremonies, celebrations, etc. of any kind.

❖THINGS THAT ARE OKAY TO REQUEST❖

smut & fluff are my main digs. angst, darkfics and horror/gore are my occasional digs.

I love & encourage AU’s! please don’t hesitate to request AU’s, whether they’re one I’ve already written or a new one.

not sure about the contents of your request? please ASK, or check out my body of work to get an idea of what I write :)

[mrs-gucci]

mrs-gucci’s requests!

last updated: 8/14/21

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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