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𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑣𝑎

˳໒ ͚.ིྀ ݂ . ͚১֯݀♡⃟ baby pink and love stories 🪽

— > I mostly write about :

১ྀི݂۶ৎ Michael Jackson

১ྀི݂۶ৎ Tony Montana

১ྀི݂۶ৎ Michael Corleone

১ྀི݂۶ৎ Al Pacino

১ྀི݂۶ৎ Rupert Campbell-Black

১ྀི݂۶ৎ Bad Bunny

১ྀི݂۶ৎ Manny Ribera

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𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 (𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘) 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

pairing : Rupert Campbell-Black x fem!reader - Declan O’haras daughter

Includes : secret relationship, age gap, yearning Rupert, smut, reader!losing v!rginity, oral (fem receiving), gentle s3x, fingers in mouth

summary : The New Year’s party had come to an end, and Rupert took you up to your room to tuck you in to bed, seeing the drowsiness in your eyes. After changing into your nightgown, you decided you didn’t want to wait any longer, despite having no experience.

Authors note : I haven’t written smut in two years i know it’s not the best but I’ll improve ! I’m very nervous to post this . I apologize for grammar mistakes, I wrote this late and haven’t reread it yet😭 Read part one here.

The party dragged on for hours. You had been seperated from Rupert, dragged to help in the kitchen while he made small talk. You’d help the cooks with the taste, clean the dishes, and then go back out to the party, saying polite hellos to people you haven’t spoken to yet. By the end of the party, you were exhausted.

After most people had left, you were left cleaning up silverware - stacking cups and collecting forks. That’s when you hear a familiar voice.

“Working hard, Angel?” Rupert calls out. You turn around, and you find him leaning against the door frame, his hands crossed over his chest. He kicks him self off the door, and walks over to you, looking around as if checking for people before brushing your hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead.

“I was just cleaning up.” You say softly.

He lets out a soft chuckle against your forehead and kisses it again, “Always cleaning up after other people.” He gently takes the silverware out of your hands, then places his hands on your biceps , running them up and down in a soothing motion. “You can clean tomorrow. You need to rest.”

“But I-“

“But nothing.” He cuts you off, gently but firmly. “Come on. It’s late.”

You give in, taking his hand as he leads you up to your own bedroom - somewhere he’s never been before. You catch his eyes lingering on the bed a second to long before he grabs the door knob again, “I’ll go get you some water. You get ready for bed, hmm?”

You nod, watching him walk off. Once he’s gone, you quickly remove your makeup and brush your teeth, then change into a red nightgown. Nothing provocative - basically an overly long tshirt . But it hugs your soft curves in all the right places.

He comes back up the stairs, holding a glass of ice water. He knocks on the door, and when it opens his breath catches. To him, this is the most beautiful he’s seen you - makeup free in a simple nightgown, your beautiful hair brushed and cascading down your back. Like an angel. A real life angel.

He sighs to himself, a soft smirk playing on his lips, “Lady in red….” He says softly, causing the faintest blush to paint across your cheeks. After a few moments of silence, he walks over to your nightstand, setting the water down. But you don’t move. He kisses your forehead. “I better be going then.” He says quietly , before walking to the door.

Before he can reach the handle , he hears your soft voice call after him. “Rupert, wait.”

He turns around , his eyebrow raised curiously. “What is it, angel?”

“Stay.” You say simply. “….please.”

He shuts the door again, walking towards you slowly. “Stay? What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?”

Your mind races with fears - your parents finding out he stayed, having to explain to them that he slept with you. But none of it mattered to you right now. You were ready. Plus, Rupert has had his fair share of affairs. He knew how to sneak out when he needed to.

“I’m ready.” You say plainly , your voice trembling softly, fingers toying with the edge of your nightgown. “I’m not scared anymore.”

He freezes. His eyes go wide before he softens, a small smile formed on his lips as he walks even closer. “Are you sure, angel? Because once I start…” he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip, then leans in whispering in your ear, his breath tickling your neck, “I won’t be able to stop.”

Your breath hitches, your blush becoming a deep red. But you’ve already made up your mind. Without saying anything, you take one step back, grabbing the edge of your nightgown and lifting it over your head, leaving you in nothing but your lace black panties.

His breath catches in his throat. “My God, angel…. You’re even more beautiful than in my head.” He steps closer again, his hands immediately finding your waist as he kisses you deeply. “You promise you want this?”

You smile. He knows you’re a virgin. It’s come up before, when he wanted to go farther but you revealed you’re a virgin, so he agreed to wait, for your comfort. “I promise.”

He smiles, his eyes filled with gentle lust. “I’ll make you feel so good…” he cups your breast in his hand massaging gently, drawing a soft moan from your throat, “I’ll be so gentle…” he kisses your neck then, walking you backwards towards the bed. When you get there, he crashes his lips to yours, and you meet his with the same hunger as you start unbuttoning his shirt. He helps you, tossing it aside, discarding it on the floor before shifting, laying you down, your head in your pillow as he looms over you.

He kisses your neck again. Then lower, to the peak of your breast. Lower, to your waist. Lower, to your inner thigh. Then finally, he stops right above where you need him most, looking up into your eyes as if asking permission. When he sees no hesitation? He hooks his fingers into the hem of your panties, pulling them down to your mid thigh, just enough to touch and tase you.

He stares down at your glimmering pussy, then smiles up at you. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that don’t you , angel?”

You giggle, your face flushed as you look down at him, nodding at him, “I know.”

He chuckles, tickling the side of your waist playfully before sitting up on his knees, allowing you to see his toned muscles. He grabs your panties, pulling them off completely, your legs lifting in the air as he does so. He smiles and sets your legs back on the bed. While keeping eye contact with you, he grabs your knees, using them to spread you legs apart just enough for him to fit his head in between. He leans down, breath warm against your thigh as he holds your waist, looking up at you. “Just hold on to my hair, okay baby?”

You whimper, already tangling your hands in his black curls. He dives in, sucking down on your clit - gently at first - trying to draw his first reaction out of you.

And he does. Your body jolts forepaws slightly, and you moan softly, biting your lip to stifle it. He rubs small circles on your hips as he continues working his magic on you, sucking and licking you in all the right places. “Shhh baby….ive got you.”

He keeps working his tongue on you, but pulls away right as he feels you clench. He wants to keeps you on the edge, wants to experience the sensation together. You whimper, the loss of contact overwhelming , “Rupert…”

“Shhh. I know baby. Just hold on a little longer for me.” He says, staring down at your now puffy pussy as he starts to undo his belt , “I’ll take care of you.”

Your breath hitches, suddenly feeling more nervous. He rids of his pants, the finally his boxers, freeing his hardened length. He crawls back over you, one hand beside your head as the other cradles your face. “If you want to stop…we can stop. Right now. Okay, baby? But you need to tell me.”

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around him, clinging to him. “No, I don’t want to stop.”

He smiles and kisses your cheek, talking softly against your skin. “Then tell me when you’re ready. Okay?”

You take a deep breath, a whimper escaping you but a small smirk on your lips. “Ready…” you whisper.

With that permission, he takes himself in his hands, lining up with your entrance while holding you tight with his other arm. He pushes inside you gently, drawing a loud moan out of you - maybe too loud for a house with lingering parents. He lets out a soft sigh and covers your mouth, to stifle it, then removes his hand , and walks you through it.

“Shhh angel. It’s alright. Just breathe with me, okay?”

“Okay.” You say, a tremble in your voice as he starts to move - gentle thrusts, gradually moving deeper inside you.

“Fuck, angel. You feel so good. So tight for me…” He murmurs, his face buried in your neck. He moves gently, careful not to hurt you or be to rough, talking you through it.

He feels you getting closer. He can tell by the way you’re starting to clench around him, and how you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. He smiles softly and brings his fingers to your mouth as he continues to make love to you.

“Open.” You obey instantly, looking straight into his eyes with half-lidded eyes. “Suck.” He says softly, and you close your lips around his two big fingers, sucking as if you’re eager for it. “Good girl, angel….” He says softly. He hears your little whimpers getting louder and louder.

“Let go for me….ive got you, baby. Go on.”

He tightens his grip around you as you go over the edge, your back arching , your moans loud but muffled by his fingers. Your body clenches around his dick as your orgasm, bringing him to the edge with you. He continues to fuck you through the intense pleasure, making it even more enjoyable for you.

Once it becomes too much for him to wait, he quickly pulls out, letting out a guttural groan as he pulls out and finishes all over your stomach. He collapses beside you, pulling the covers over you both as he pulls you into his side. “Shhh baby…you took it so well for me.”

He holds you tight as you still pass the intensity of it all, tears from the pleasure running down your face that he wipes off with his thumb. “You feel good?” He asks, a soft whisper.

You can’t manage words right now, so you whimper and nod against his chest, your eyes still closed.

He chuckles, kissing your cheek as he pulls you as close as humanly possible. “Good. I love you so much my angel. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

ANGELSSS I have so much inspiration right now because I am so happy to be back to writing sooo if anyone has requests start sending them :)

I have 3-4 stories planned and I’ll feed you with smut 👀

I have ideas for Rupert, Michael J, Michael C, and Tony Montana. 😼

pairing : Rupert Campbell-Black x fem!reader - Declan O’haras daughter

Includes : secret relationship, age gap, yearning Rupert, suggestive content

summary : You and Rupert have been in a secret relationship for a month. Your main form of contact is passed letters and secret brushes of hands. He has been longing for more, more touching and more feeling, but he knows you are nervous, so he hasn’t pushed for it. So when he sees you a red gown at your mother’s New Year’s party, the yearning grows stronger.

Authors note : click for part two here! Also, make sure to check my updated intro post :)

It is the night of your mother’s New Year’s party, the type of party that you’d usually be working at. Your mom was a sucker for big events like this, whether it was a birthday, Christmas, or new years. Usually, you’d spend the party in the kitchen, cooking for the guests. This time it was different. Not because you didn’t love cooking, but because you knew Rupert was going to be here.

You and Rupert had been in a tense situation for a while now. You’d slip him love letters with your kiss marks on them like an obsessed schoolgirl, and he’d give you subtle kisses on the cheek when no one was looking. Occasionally, it would be taken further, to full make-out sessions when no one was around to see. But, you had to be sneaky. That’s because your father is Declan O’Hara. Your father has always had a history of exposing people on TV, and if he found out Rupert was the lover of his younger daughter? He’d expose everything he could find on Rupert, so you’ve been content not going any further, as to protect your lover.

But for Rupert, it was different. He didn’t care about his reputation anymore, not as much as he cared about you. Everyone knew of the scandals : Rupert Campbell - Black, politician and ex- show jumper sleeping with everyone else’s wife. With you, it was different. You weren’t some quick affair to him. He wanted you completely : the quiet nights, going out with you, making love to you. But he didn’t want to push your boundaries, so he’s waited until you say you’re ready for more.

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You are standing near a corner of the party, not interacting much with the people because you’re not used to it. You’re much more comfortable baking for the guests, but you wanted tonight to be special. You styled your hair perfectly, and slipped on a beautiful red dress, one with off the shoulder sleeves and a bare back.

You stand staring at the door, until finally you see him walking in, handsome as ever in his crisp black suit. You watch him as he immediately walks into the kitchen - after checking his surroundings- evidently expecting to find you. You blush and smile to yourself as you wait for him to come find you. Eventually, you look up to find him walking over to you. His eyes are locked in you, that look in his eyes. The one that’s always there when you know he wants you more than ever.

“Darling…” He says softly as he walks up to you, grabbing your hand and placing a light kiss on the back of it. A formality in front of all these guests. “You look absolutely stunning tonight. What are you doing in a dress like this?”

“I got it for the party.” You say with a small smile on your lips, blushing uncontrollably.

“I’ve never seen you in a dress like this, angel.” His eyes roam over your body, and your beautiful face of course. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

“I wanted you to think I’m prettyyy.” You reply, giggling softly.

He chuckles, “You know I always think you’re pretty.” And he’s right. Even in your simple day to day clothes, your casual dresses and jeans, he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s laid his eyes on. “Come on,” he says, taking your hand. “Come dance with me.”

You smile and follow him to the middle of the floor, your hands on his chest as he pulls you close, arms around your waist as he sways slowly to the music.

Suddenly, he sighs and speaks loud enough that only you can hear, “I don’t like everyone else looking at you in this dress.”

“Everyone here is married.” You reply casually, a smirk on your lips.

“That hasn’t stopped people before, now has it?”

“I guess not. But it stops me.” You sigh and rest your head on his chest.

He smiles and pulls you away from his chest so he can see your face. “My angel…” He says, hands moving up and down your waist. “You’re going to drive me wild looking like this tonight.”

“I’m sorry I’m not meaning to,” you say adorably, that giggle back on your lips.

He chuckles, “Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you.”

That’s when the song starts playing. “The Lady in Red” by Chris de Burgh. He looks down at you, your red dress swaying at your feet, the way it hugs your curves, and then he looks at the twinkle in your eyes when you look at him. He smiles , a soft, genuine smile, and pulls you closer again.

𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 🪽

The basics

໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺ My name is Ava

໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺ She/her

໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺ I speak English, Italian, and I am learning Spanish :)

໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺ Italian American

໒ ͚.ིྀ ݂ . ͚১֯݀♡⃟ My beliefs

- I am a Catholic ! ˚୨୧₊♱ That being said I am not traditional in all ways. I also believe in manifestation and the law of assumption. I find being a woman a very spiritual thing :)

I am against the MAGA movement and I do believe feminism is needed right now.

I stand with Palestine

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ interests : music, fashion, art, romance movies, travel, manifestation, writing, makeup, and more !

That’s just some basic things I wanted to share about myself! Enjoy my writing! 🤍

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 🪽

Request guidelines

I write stories about the characters in my intro post. If you are dying for a story about someone else, reach out and I will consider it :)

Requests are open for all characters right now! If I get busy and can’t take requests, I will say so in this post. If that happens, you can still leave some for me but I will take a while to get back to them.

Request in the “requests go here” box on my profile.

Tell me if you want to be publicly tagged or have it sent to you privately.

I will take any format of requests including one shots, series’, headcanons, and more <3 All of my writing is character x reader. I will most likely only write for fem readers just because I am female and don’t know how to write from the male perspective.

what I will write : fluff, comfort, smut (with limits), and the formats listed above. I don’t mind things like pregnancy and family life either.

what I won’t write : character x character, SA, SH, ED, urine or anything gross like that, ageplay, r@pe

If anything is requested that is not in either list, I will think about it and let you know 🤍

Rules and info

This blog is welcoming to everyone.

DNI if you are homophobic, racist, support Israel, or MAGA because it goes completely against my beliefs and the type of safe space this is supposed to be. Your comment will be deleted or you’ll be blocked.

I do not write with a certain race in mind, my fan fics are for everyone.

𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛

Angel Face

𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎

𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝐴𝑙 𝑃𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑜

𝑅𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙-𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘

Lady in red

Lady in red - part 2 (smut)

𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐵𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦

pairing : Bad tour era Michael Jackson x femreader

includes : boyfriend Michael, fluff, comforting him, mentions of the media’s portrayal of him

summary : You are Michael’s girlfriend, watching from backstage as he performs. When he comes backstage, you are waiting happily to tell him how good he did, but he doesn’t seem as happy as you do.

authors note : I do have writing experience including fan fiction accounts in 2024 and 2025, as well as a 80 page novella I have written. But, I haven’t had motivation and this is my first time writing something like this in a while, so please don’t mind if it’s not the best :(

The sound of bass and electric guitar flood his ears. All he could see were the neon lights flashing and the heads of thousands of people. Occasionally, his eyes drifted to the left wing of the stage, where he saw the one person who actually mattered here : you. You watch him sing and perform with such love, proud of his success and happy to be able to watch your boyfriend do what he loves.

But today, he seemed different. Not on stage. He always knew how to put on a good show. But before going on stage, he stayed in front of the mirror longer, staring at the reflection, applying touch ups to his face even after having his makeup done by his artist. Michael was always a nervous man, fiddling and pacing back and forth before going on stage. Though today, it seemed more excessive than usual. You hadn’t said anything about it, not wanting him to have to talk about anything before going on stage.

Soon enough, the music faded, and the crowds cheers died out into talking as Michael thanked them for coming. You smile as you see him coming backstage, wiping sweat off his forehead with a rag, slightly hunched over. You assume it’s just the exhaustion of the performance, as usual.

When he reaches you, you smile and lean up on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly. He kisses you back, one hand on your waist to keep you steady. You pull away, a proud smile on your face. “You did so good, Michael.” You say softly.

He gives you a weak smile. “Thank you, baby.” He says quietly before walking away, towards the vanity in which he gets ready for shows. You follow him confused. He always spends a few moments with you after shows, listening to you praise him with a wide smile on his face.

He sits down with a sigh, his eyes locked on his face in the mirror as he continues to dab sweat off himself with a rag. You stop beside his chair, crouching down so you’re both in view of the mirror, one hand on his shoulder. You can see the look in his eyes, the look he always has when something is wrong.

“Mikey what’s wrong?” You ask him softly.

He sighs and reaches back, patting the hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “Nothing baby. I’m just tired.”

“But you’ve been acting strange all day.” You say worried, leaning your head on his free shoulder. “Talk to me, what’s going on? You did good on stage I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“The headlines.” He says plainly. “In the newspaper. The magazines. I saw them this morning….the ones about my face.”

You freeze. You’d hoped that he wouldn’t hear or see any of the negative comments about his looks, but it was inevitable. He was a beautiful man, really. You could stare into his big doe eyes for hours. But sometimes, the media disagreed.

“What did they say?” You ask, a slight tremble in your voice.

“They don’t like how I look anymore.” He says softly, a bit of tears welling in his eyes. He’s always been a little insecure, and this makes it worse. “They don’t like my nose. They say it’s too skinny. And they say I’m ashamed of being black….they don’t know of my vitiligo.”

He sighs deeply, his voice becoming shaky. “They don’t like my new look. Not even my hair. They think I’m falling apart. They’re calling me ‘Wacko Jacko.’ How ridiculous is that?”

You whimper and kiss his temple, holding your lips there a second too long. You turn and look in the mirror, your faces side by side. He sighs and starts trying to cover up more spots before you can even speak, but you stop him, grabbing the brush out of his hand and wiping a tear from his eye.

“You can’t listen to them, Michael. They don’t know what they’re talking about. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Maybe they’re right.” He says sadly. “Maybe I’m not handsome anymore. I ruined myself.”

“They’re not right Michael.” You say softly. “You didn’t ruin yourself. The people who write these things never tell the truth. Not ever.”

He sighs shakily, trying (and failing) to hold back tears. “Do you still think I’m handsome?”

You give him a small smile, blush spreading on your cheeks. He’s always adored how easily you blush. You nod, “Yes I think you’re beautiful.”

He smiles, “You think so?”

“Mhm.” You giggle. “And so does anyone with real eyes. There’s a reason you’ve always been called angel face.”

He smiles, flustered as he remembers the name. Angel face. The name fans have called him for years, despite headlines saying otherwise. He tilts his head to kiss below your ear. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll try to stop looking at them.”

“Good.” You smile. “You’re pretty to me even with the makeup off.” You stand, reaching for his hand. He stands with you, grabbing your hand as he towers over you. “We’re good to go now?”

“Ready to go.” He says with a fond smile.