#maurizio gucci fanfiction

[heartshapedbabydolls]

Charlie’s dirty little secret💋

[justagirlwholikesadam]

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Adam Driver’s Characters

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Lil Ren

She’s Mine

Paradise 

He’s Mine

Ren’s Bride 

Punishment 

Reunited 

Hard Ren

Saudade

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four 

Chapter Five 

Charlie Barber - (Marriage Story)

An Affair

Henry’s Girlfriend 

Paterson - (Paterson 2016)

The Bus 23

Jude - (Hungry Hearts)

Tenant

Maurizio Gucci - (House of Gucci)

Babysitter of Gucci

Jack Gladney - (White Noise)

Quickie before Class

Rory McCann’s Characters 

Sandor Clegane - (Game of Thrones)

His Queen

His Queen: Chapter 2

His Queen: Nameday

Construction Worker! Sandor Clegane's Headcanon

Dating Sandor Clegane x Hispanic! Reader - Headcanon

Sandor's Secret

Farmer! Sandor Clegane Headcanon

Pornstar! Sandor - Headcanons

Realm's Delight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Wolf Among Men

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Alan Rickman Character's

Severus Snape - (Harry Potter)

"How can I prove it?"

This Feeling Will Pass

Crush

David Thewlis Character's

Freddie Mays - (Gangster NO. 1)

Freddie's Angel

Remus Lupin - (Harry Potter)

In Another Life

His Sweet Girl

Missing My Werewolf Boyfriend

The American: Welcome Back!

The American: Visiting the Dursleys

The American: A Storm is Coming

Communication

Best Friend's Little Sister

Queen Bee - W/ Sirius Black

Bad Day

Birthday Boy

Their Favorite Show

[tropicalchiaa]

Him 7

Maurizio Gucci x Reader

The decision and the chaos that came with it

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

Trigger Warning there is some violence in this chapter (not against the reader)  so proceed with caution.

After that day Maurizio proved himself as a co-parent and a friend. But it was not easy with him divorcing his wife In your head, when he was legally single it would mean more to build a romantic relationship.It was the weeks leading up to your birth date when he again asked you to move in with him, insisting this was in the best interest of co-parenting. It definitely would be easier for the first few months with the baby but you were still hesitant fighting him every time the topic was brought up.                                                                                                                                                                        

“ Y/N if you move in then I will always be there to help you with the baby right away rather than having to wait for me to arrive.” Maurizio said, trying to convince you to move in. 

“What about the nursery I spent so long getting together, all the stuff in my place, and my view from my penthouse?” Y/N says making up any excuses of why not to move in, scared about the type of commitment this was.

“You do know that you made us buy duplicates of everything so that wherever the baby was they would have all the same things?” Maurizio said, rolling his eyes as he realizes you are trying to use any excuse at this point.

“Oh I forgot about that, but since you brought it up, all that stuff would go to waste,” you say pouting with the best puppy eyes you could muster up.

Having enough of this conversation he admits defeat for today barking, “It will be better for the baby and you know that, so I'm giving you till the end of the week to decide.” Maurizio says getting up from the kitchen counter and slamming your door on his way out, leaving you in your thoughts. 

“Ugh why am I fighting this, I want to live with him and be a family but there is something holding me back. It's not like I have to give up my penthouse, I will always have it, it's not that I don't want to be in a relationship, because he treats me like I hang the stars in the sky and it’s not because of his almost ex wife, because she is dead to him.” And like an intrusive thought, you finally face the real reason why you don’t want to move in. You are scared of relying on someone else and to trust that they have pure intentions. Your family and friends are the only ones who have given you support like this and to trust a man that is essentially only your baby daddy is scaring you shit-less. You think if it doesn't work out then you are co-parenting separately or worse case scenario alone, which you had planned for most of this pregnancy. But your mind wanders to the good that could happen. You could fall deeper in love with Maurizio and maybe end up married with more kids growing old together on the italian countryside. 

But you couldn't keep yourself from that just because of a built up fear. So you decided to go to his penthouse and apologize, be honest about your fears, and accept his invitation. Bundling up for the fall chill, you hop into your town car and head to Maurizio’s unannounced. 

Arriving you say hello to the door man and make your way up the elevator, letting yourself in with your key he had given you. Just as you were about to shout and see where he was you heard raised voices arguing in the den. And as quietly as a 8 month pregnant woman can, you creep over to see what was happening, letting your nosiness get the best of you. But the scene in front of you shocked you into confusion, not expecting to see Patrizia on her knees begging Maurizio to take her back.

 “I will forgive you and even love that bastard child. Just come back now”, she grovels at his feet. Looking unamused Maurizio says, “Stop this, I only allowed you in because you promised you would say your final requests so we can be done with this mess. We are never getting back together and you are impeding me from starting my life with Y/N. The second our divorce is finalized I'm taking the ring I have for Y/N and proposing. Her and my children are the only things that matter and you need to come to terms with that.” Maurizio shrugs her off and turns his back to her as he goes to the bar to pour himself a drink. And as if a demon had possessed her Patrizia, reaches in her bag, pulls out a kitchen knife, and charges in his direction screaming like a rabid animal. 

Everything was moving in slow motion as her first stab wound landed on his shoulder but after the second stab slashed his forearm Y/N pulled out her revolver from her bag and announced her presence with a loud “BITCH, drop the knife.” and although she was shaking she held her hard face that halts Patrizia’s movements, allowing Maurizio to stumble away but not being able to get very far before he collapses. Patriza was still for a second longer before lunging at Y/N screaming “YOU RUINED MY LIFE” and before she could take another step, Y/N shot Patrizia in the leg immobilizing her and allowing the knife to slide away from her hand. Quickly kicking it farther, you reach for the phone to call 911 with the gun still pointed at Patrizia. 

When the police confirm they are on the way you check in on Maurizio to see if he is seriously hurt. Smacking him awake, he responds with a groan making you release a sigh of relief.

“Maurizio, stay awake for me honey, help is on the way.” You say applying pressure to his wound to help slow down the bleeding. “Y/N baby what are you doing here, it’s not safe for you to be here” he panics not realizing you are the one who stopped Patrizia 

“It’s okay Maurizio calm down Patrizia is subdued.” You say trying to make him stay still so he doesn’t further stress his body

“Oh this isn’t over yet you slut” Patrizia says trying to get up. “Move an inch and both legs will have a bullet through them” you warn her keeping her in place.

Finally after what seems like an eternity the police and paramedics arrive taking care of both of them and taking down your account of what happened. Quickly recounting the scene you walked in on and why you were there, they thanked you for talking with them and insisting that you should go with Maurizio to the hospital and that they will contact you if they need anything else. 

The chaos that was going on in the ambulance distracted you from the slight cramps you were feeling in your abdomen. Then the 4 hours you were waiting in the hospital waiting room felt like years as you chastised yourself for being so stubborn and not agreeing to live with Maurizio and maybe being there to prevent all of this. As you were about to enter your 7,000th guilt ridden thoughts you heard your name being called by a nurse, causing you to snap your head up and scramble towards the door.

As you walk to his room you barely hear anything the nurse says, just ready to see and make sure Maurizio is okay. Finally arriving you see a groggy Maurizio taking in his surroundings barely paying any mind to the doctor who was tracking how he was doing.

“Maurizio”you say, breaking him out of his trance quickly making your way over as he says a quiet “Y/N” trying his best to get up but not being able to. You quickly nudge him back down and take in his appearance making sure he is truly okay before smashing yourself into him finally allowing yourself to cry.

“Y/n baby I’m okay, just a little banged up but because of you I’m here” Maurizio says as he does his best to comfort you with his least injured arm. “You don’t understand how scared I was, thinking you would die before you could meet our son or before I could tell you I love you too” Y/N says through tears. “Is it the meds or did you just say you loved me”, Maurizio says unsure if he heard her correctly “I love you Maurizio and I have but I am scared of all the things that come with loving you, " you say sitting up and staring him in the eye.

Maurizio’s eyes light up like he won the lottery saying ,”FINALLY!  I promise every fear you have will be erased just believe in me and come give me a kiss princess! Maurizio says overcome with uncontrollable joy.

Leaning in you engage in a deep kiss, breaking it to say, “I hope you know you are moving into my penthouse, yours is kinda tainted”, replaying the events that happened hours prior in your head. With a light chuckle and eye roll Maurizio says, “Whatever you say princess”, happily bringing you back into a lip lock.

Okay I’m trying to finish this story because the cliff hanger I left y’all on for a year plus was so wrong. Also he will not be dying in this story🤷🏾‍♀️ but next chapter should be the last.

[ohsolonelyghosts]

New Years Kiss

Characters: Maurizio Gucci x Reader

Word Count: 887

Note: Happy New Year everyone! I wanted to write this up real quick, it's not much, but I was really feeling Maurizio on this tonight. I typed it up really quickly, just wanted to get something out TONIGHT before it turned midnight on the west coast (where I'm at!)

Phrases to know: *Guarda quanto sei bella - Look how gorgeous you are

*Amore mio - my love

Contents/Warnings: Fluff, kissing, pretty SFW, some sexual language

You and Maurizio had just landed in New York City. He claimed he was here strictly on business, but it was a holiday and you knew it. 

While he did have business meetings to attend, you stayed in the luxurious hotel room he had booked for the two of you. However, he promised you two would explore the city after the meeting today. After all, it was New Year's Eve. 

You were applying your lipstick when you heard the door open and click shut. 

“Love?” Maurizio quietly called, peeking around the corner to see you in the bathroom. He stood behind you in the bathroom, completely taking in your appearance while you finished up your makeup. 

“Guarda quanto sei bella.” 

You turned around, eyebrows raised at your husband. He was never light about compliments, showering you with them constantly. You smiled up at him, his hands finding your waist. Maurizio pulled you in, pecking at your lips a few times. 

You pulled back slightly, humming. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, fluttering your eyelashes. 

“Any time, Bellissimo.” 

You both exited the bathroom, pulling on the boots you intended to wear out today. Pulling on your stunning white coat to pull your outfit together, Maurizio barely changed his clothes and was ready.

“Men, absolutely no effort, and they can still look good,” you hummed over at him, listening to the chuckle in response. 

“I know, doll, just call me flawless.” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he stood in front of you once more. 

“Let’s get going before we can’t move at all out there,” he suggested, holding his hand out, dragging you out of the hotel room. 

Maurizio let you pick any stores to go into, any sights to see, and generally whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the day. 

By the time the sun was setting, you were both walking back into the hotel, not avoiding any crowds. Setting everything you had bought from the day, which wasn’t much, onto the chair in the room, Maurizio looked at you with a slight smirk. 

You looked up from sorting through the new belongings, tilting your head at him. He got that look in his eyes typically when he was in the mood. You shook your head, setting your things down. 

You aimed a finger at him, shaking your head once more.

“Not right now, we were just out all day.” 

Maurizio looked puzzled, giving you a smile. 

“I meant champagne, amore mio. Let’s ring in the new year with some champagne and we can people-watch.” 

You giggled as he picked up the hotel phone to dial for room service. Within no time the bottle showed up in the room, and your husband tipped room service generously. 

You both stood on the balcony, both enthralled with the crowd of people down below. You had no idea how much time had passed, but the crowd grew louder with every passing moment. In a way, it was really fun to see everyone crowd around, pushing and shoving in an attempt to try to get out, or get farther in. 

“People really come here to do this every year?” You questioned, turning your head to him. 

The dark haired male turned his head back to you, looking you in the eyes. 

“It’s a party, why wouldn’t you?” 

You shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face. 

“I don’t think standing in that crowd would be my thing.” 

“Love, we are pretty much here for the party as well,” Maurizio mentioned, shrugging, a hand running through his hair. He straightened out from leaning over the balcony, checking his watch. 

“11:30. So close.” 

Maurizio kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. You both shared a sweet moment, though anyone who looked up could probably see you two. 

He leaned down close to your ear, gently placing a kiss on your earlobe. 

“I am going to give you such a treat after midnight.” 

His words made you shiver in anticipation, eliciting a soft noise from you. When your husband stood up straight one more time, you half closed your eyes in a seductive glance, lips slightly parted up at him. 

“You’ll get one too.” 

Maurizio shuddered, chuckling down at you, giving you one more kiss before turning back and leaning over the balcony again. You dragged your fingernails along his back, leaning gently against him. 

As the time drew closer to midnight, Maurizio pulled out the champagne from inside the hotel room. He was going to pop it over the balcony, and not the safe way, either. 

Soon enough, the crowd began the ten-second countdown. You and your husband looked at each other, bright smiles on your faces. 

When it hit one, Maurizio used the hand that wasn’t holding the alcohol to pull you in, planting a long, loving kiss on your lips. You both grinned into the kiss, pulling away so he could pop the bottle. 

You were both sure that it hit someone in the sea of people down below, worrying you for a second before laughing along with your husband. 

He poured the champagne into the glasses, handing you yours first. You clinked your glasses together, Maurizio planting one more kiss on your lips before you took sips of the alcohol. 

“Happy New Year, Maurizio.”

“Happy New Year, Bellissimo.”

[mrs-gucci]

stocking stuffer blurbs!

just in time for the holidays, I figure I’ll open up my requests. no particular theme for this one, since I’m getting back into writing adam characters, but you’re more than welcome to submit winter/xmas ideas!!

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[mrs-ren]

Missing You

[ Maurizio Gucci x Reader ]

Hi to you! this is my first post and my first time writing for ADCU(AD) hehe.

warnings: Smut. Public Sex. PV. no actual use of y/n.

italians: (from google translate)

Amóre: love

Bellissima: beautiful

Cristo: Christ

It's been almost a month since you last seen him. You understand his work and schedule. Of course you do, but without him, without his body, his presence, it's killing you.

Maurizio is a busy man. Running a Company is not that easy. And he made it very clear to you. Even before you started this relationship with him.

You remember vividly when you two met. It didn't last long since he had to attend another meeting. You thought that it's gonna be the last time that you're gonna see him.

But after a while, you two crossed paths again. Maurizio not wasting another time. He ask for your number. And told you he wants to get to know you.

Maurizio didn't let you aware of his last name. He trust you, but he didn't want you being with him just because of his money. You're too precious for him to lose.

You've proven yourself. That you're not with him for his wealth. You introduce him to your family. Your father is a bit sceptical with Maurizio.

He talked to you. Telling you to stay away from him because your father didn't know if Maurizio will be able to take care of you.

But you convince him. Fighting for Maurizio with your father. Your father couldn't do anything but to accept Maurizio. He basically interrogate him at the family dinner.

You apologize to Maurizio because of your father's behavior. You just found out his status when he introduce you to his father.

Maurizio took note of your confused face. Chuckling softly since he know that will be your reaction. He knew in the moment you talked to him about his last name that you're the he needed.

The way you didn't ask him that his wealthy. But the way you understand why he did that. You smiled sweetly at the memories. Missing him more.

You miss him dearly. Touching and pleasuring yourself at the thought of him. Maurizio is unaware of your night activities. If you tell him about that he will not take kindly of it.

You close your eyes inhaling the air of Milan. The Gucci providing you the warmth you needed. You feel something wrap around your waist. You tense on your spot.

"It's me amóre..." He whisper. He turn your body to face him. You feel your eyes watering when you saw his face. His dimple showing as he smiled lovingly at you.

"Mauri!" You wrap your arms around his neck. Kissing him on lips. He wrap his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body.

"I miss you so much Maurizio." He peck your nape. Tickling you, he press his body to yours.

"I missed you so much belissima, you don't know how much i craved for you. Your gorgeous little body. Your face, everything about you." He said not taking his eyes away from you.

"Mauri..." You whimper. It's been a while so his words affect you more than before. His hands stroke your waist to your back.

"Hmm?" His hands went to your upperback. He unbuckle your bra throught your clothes. He knows how to unbuckle your bra. He's the one who designed it.

"We're in public." You remind him. He distance himself at the realization. Looking around to see if anyone is watching you both.

"Come on." He place his hands to your waist. Walking inside one of his many store. The staff greeted the both of you.

When someone was about to approach you to be in assist. He dismissed it immediately. He told you to find something. He gives your forehead a kiss before walking to the staff.

Without knowing his plans. You pick the dress that caught your eyes. Seems brand new design. You walk inside the fitting room. Finding it surprisingly empty.

Putting on the dress quickly. You look into the mirror. Admiring how the dress hugs every curves and edges of your body.

You jolt when you heard a knock. You walk to the door. Twisting it open to be greeted by Maurizio smiling softly at you.

He locks the door, eyes still staring at your face. You look up to him with your soft eyes that he cannot resist.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him, your voice going quiet at the end of the question.

"Shh... we have to be quiet. If you can." He muttered, still smiling innocently at you. As if he didn't knew how his words affect you.

You whine at his words at the same time he runs his hands to your hips. Pulling your body closer to his.

His breath fanning your face as he is so close to you. He didn't move, he stayed still. Waiting for you to say something.

"Please?" You softly whispered. You can feel his hands cupping your breasts through the fabric. Making you let out a small moan.

"Of course bellissima." After that he put his hands behind your head pushing it when he kiss you. You moan into his mouth when he started getting rough.

His hands rubbing up and down to your breasts down just above where you wanted him the most.

Both of you didn't want to leave each other's lips. You missed this, so much. And Maurizio also did.

He push your back to the wall. He started kissing your neck while his hands found their way to your underwear.

You unconciously arch your back when he started rubbing your clit. Your walls clenching to nothing when he continued doing circling motions with his fingers.

"Quiet." He warned when you moan out. He inserted his fingers inside you. Preparing your walls for his cock.

He continued kissing your neck. It sure will leave a mark. His hands undoing his pants. He sigh at the feeling.

"Please- Aaahh!!" You moan out when he shoves himself inside you without any warning.

"I miss this so much. fuck" He tried to stay still to let you adjust to his size. You nod at him and that was his sign.

"Oh cristo"

He moaned into your ear. His dick almost out of you. He suddenly push his hips. His cock so deep inside you.

"Maurizio" You yelp as he started moving frantic. His thrusting fastens. Both your wrist now pinned on the wall.

He started thrusting in a brutal pace that have you seeing stars. You bit your lips, trying desperately not to let any sound out.

But you know they can hear you. The slapping of his hips and his groans mix with your moans and sighs echoed inside the fitting room.

But you couldn't careless. He is fucking you and you are enjoying it.

"I'm close!" You rest your head on the wall. He groans before going into a sporadic pace. Hitting the right spots in your body.

"This pussy is mine. No one can fuck this like me." He suddenly blurted out. You are about to answer him but you feel the knot tightening in your stomach.

"That's right. Come for me my love." He breathlessly said. Your whole body shakes as you feel the wetness gushing out of you.

"Fuck!" He thrust a few more times. His cums paints your walls. Maurizio push his head back, breathing heavily while your walls clench itself around him.

"I love you." He place a kiss on your forehead before settling you down. He clean you up. You look at the mirror again. Making sure you look decent.

"You-" He just kiss you while chuckling. He didn't told you that he lets the staff out. You look up to him but he just wraps his arms around your waist and he guides you back home.

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[driverstveit]

Bedtime ~ Maurizio Gucci

It was about 6pm in Milan, where you and Maurizio shared a luxurious penthouse. The two of you have been together for about 2 years so far and haven’t wanted to rush into anything. Also, you are still in university while Maurizio is trying to run the family business. With the crazy schedules you both have, you don’t see each other till about this time.

Tonight Maurizio was working late at his office and would most likely not be home until around midnight. You didn’t mind as you knew there was a good reason behind it. It just sucked a little bit because nights were your time together except for when you would take vacations, which only happened twice so far in your relationship and they were only during the weekends.

Today was Wednesday and you had a test first thing in the morning, you knew that you shouldn’t stay up, were you still going to anyways, of course. Since the two of you started living together, you would always welcome him home with a hug and a peck on the lips. You were not planning to stop this now. You also knew that you were most likely going to fall asleep before he got home, but you were still going to try and stay up.

You figured that since you were going to stay up, you would be able to study for your exam as well. Before you would start studying, you decided to make some dinner that you could eat now and have leftovers for Maurizio to eat when he would get home. Once you were done with making your food, you immediately started studying while you ate. After you finished eating, you cleaned your plate and headed back to yours and Maurizio’s shared bedroom and headed to the desk in there.

Maurizio had a desk placed into the bedroom for you and your schoolwork. When you were living on your own and he visited you, he saw you had a desk in your room and figured you would want one at the penthouse as well. You were grateful he put one in the bedroom because it created a space for you to keep your school stuff and was out of the way when you had visitors.

Eventually you looked up from your textbook and worksheets to see it was about 10pm, the time you would normally go to bed. Because of this, you noticed yourself starting to get tired. It had been at least a year if not more since you had stayed up past 10-10:30pm. You continued on with your work, thinking if you didn’t stop studying, you were less likely to fall asleep. At about 11:30, you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier to the point where you could hardly keep them open for long. You eventually fell asleep a few minutes later with all your papers out and around your desk and your textbooks open to random pages.

Maurizio eventually came home at a little before midnight, expecting you to be in bed by now. He was a little shocked to see the kitchen and dining room lights on. When he saw that you were not in either of those rooms he quietly walked around the house to turn the lights off, thinking that something was wrong. Once he got to the bedroom, he saw the door was cracked with the light on and slammed the door open, thinking that it would be better than slowly opening the door if there happened to be an intruder.

His face softened up when he saw the light was your desk light and that you were asleep at your desk. He then took his glasses, suit jacket and tie off before picking you up and bringing you over to the bed. He moved the blankets and set you down on the bed before taking the blankets and tucking you up in them. He then moved your hair out of your face and gave you a kiss on the forehead. He then packed up all your papers and textbooks and put them into your bag for you.

Once he was done with all of that, he took a shower and washed his hair. He usually wouldn’t wash his hair right before bed, but he felt like he needed to tonight for some reason. He then dried his hair so that both you and the bed wouldn’t get wet. Once he was done he changed into a black tank top and grey sweatpants before heading into bed with you. Maurizio was expecting you to still be asleep when he came back into the bedroom, but was completely surprised when he saw you awake.

“Amore mio, why are you awake right now?” Maurizio walked over to you and tried to tuck you back into bed as you were sitting up on the bed.

“I fell asleep before you came home. I wanted to welcome you home with a hug and kiss like I always do.”

“Angelo, don’t apologize for that. While I appreciate the thought of it, I would have rather you gotten a good night’s sleep and not wait for me to get home before going to bed.”

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He then sighed and sat on the bed with you.

“I’m not upset at you. I understand why you wanted to stay up but if you feel that you are about to fall asleep and I am not home yet, just go to bed please.”

“Okay papá. I promise I will from now on."

"Brava ragazza. Now let's get to bed."

The two of you then smiled at each other before Maurizio moved to his side of the bed and you both got underneath the covers. You then turned off the light that was on your nightstand and moved closer to Maurizio, who was wrapping his arms around you. He then gave you a kiss on the crown of your head, which you then moved to give him a kiss on the lips.

"Buonanotte, Principessa.”

“Buonanotte, Amore.”

The two of you then slowly fell asleep as there was a slight breeze outside of the penthouse. While it was getting cooler outside, you were safe and warm in Maurizio’s arms. You felt your eyes getting heavier and you could eventually feel that you were dreaming. Maurizio was still awake until he noticed that you were definitely asleep. He wanted to make sure you were asleep first before he attempted to go to sleep. He didn’t care if it would take hours before you could fall asleep, he would make sure you were asleep first.

Not long after, Maurizio finally felt himself getting tired. He felt happy knowing you were safe and sound asleep. He felt bad knowing you stayed up as long as you could. You had told him before that you had gotten used to sleeping with him in the bed with you and that his heartbeat helped you fall asleep. Knowing that you felt safer when someone you loved and someone who loved you was around you. He was one of the few people that was in that group and was the only person you trusted enough to cuddle with and keep you safe during the night.

Maurizio smiled as he fell asleep, feeling happy about his life with you.

Sorry if any words that are meant to be in Italian are incorrect.

[eagerforhoney]

Twelve Days of Fluff!

Yeah, I'm gonna write again with some motivation from my fellow rats and this amazing graphic made by @mariesackler! Thank you especially to her and @hopeamarsu for encouraging me to do this writing event and reminding me that I never ever have to write angst if I don't want to!

I'll be using the fluff option for the Twelve Days of Whumpmas prompts from @amonthofwhump starting 12/1/21!

Masterlist will be updated every day with the link to that day's prompt added! You can find any of my writings for this event with the tag #eagerforhoney12DaysOfFluff

**All prompts are 18+. If you are a minor, please do not interact!**

Day One: Putting up the Tree with Clyde Logan

Day Two: Reunion with Charlie Barber

Day Three: Candlelight with Flip Zimmerman

Day Four: Favorite Holiday Memories with Clyde Logan

Day Five: Gift Giving with Kylo Ren

Day Six: Last Minute Relief with Adam Sackler

Day Seven: First Snow with Kylo Ren

Day Eight: Hot Cocoa with Adam Sackler

Day Nine: Caroling with Maurizio Gucci

Day Ten: Christmas Lights with Clyde Logan

Day Eleven: Their Favorite Song with Kylo Ren

Day Twelve: Found Family with Paterson

[prince-kyloren]

𝕄𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕠 𝔾𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕚

♡︎-𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡

♡︎Fucking you senseless

[need-more-meta]

Words: 718 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, The Kitchen (2019), House of Gucci (2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Maurizio Gucci/Gabriel O'Malley Characters: Maurizio Gucci, Gabriel O'Malley Additional Tags: First Kiss, implied infidelity, Hitman and His Mark, that's it that's the fic Series: Part 28 of Fifty Kisses

Summary:

Kiss #28: As a Lie.

Gabriel takes a job overseas. It might not be as straightforward as he thought.

[maybe-your-left]

Venus

Summary: Italy, 1980. Two years after your uncle begins a competing fashion house against the longstanding Gucci family, Versace. Gianni and Maurizio are sworn enemies, fighting to remain the biggest brand in all of Europe. You're the newest addition to the family business, working out of Florence. Ready to make a name for yourself...

But your new friend has other plans

Applause

Garden Party

Dove

Mars

[ohsolonelyghosts]

Hey! Im new here! I love it your fics!

Omg Im shy to ask you about but i cant stop thinking about that:

Tell us about adcu boys (or adam driver characters) fiding out you have a lovense lush toy and catching you in the act.

Hey! Welcome to the page!

Between you and me, I have a Lovense toy, and I will never use anything else again. Best investment.

Without further ado, I would love to present you with their reactions!

Kylo

Kylo would find you on it when he would come home after a long day, completely unaware that you were even hiding one.

"Woah, what is that thing, babe?" Kylo would ask, looking at you clearly enjoying yourself.

You gathered yourself enough to pull the toy out of yourself, turning it off for a moment to exactly show him how it worked.

When he discovered he could get his own app, he never stopped using it on you in public.

You would be grocery shopping and feel an all too familiar sensation inside of you.

You would stop whatever you were doing in the aisle to bend over, legs shaking.

If Kylo was feeling very risky, he would bring you to your peak.

To other people, it just looked like you were very into picking out some cheese together.

Sackler

"Kid, have you seen my, oh my god."

Sackler would bust into your shared bedroom, obviously looking for one of his tools, because god did he misplace them every day.

He would crawl between your legs, looking at the pink toy.

Sackler would put his hand on it, feeling just how powerful it is.

"Jesus Christ, doll, you can take this?"

He would take your phone from you, learning how to make custom patterns for you to use.

When he would put the intensity too high you would buck your hips up at him, making him laugh at you.

It became a regular part of your sex routine, and Adam loved making you cum two, maybe three times before he was inside of you.

Maurizio

"Sweetie, what is this thing?"

Maurizio would find it in your bedside drawer first, thinking nothing of it when you said it was a sex toy you used when he was away.

He found you using it one day, and quietly watched you from the hallway until he was way too tempted.

When you showed him it was long-distance, he was way too giddy about it.

On business trips, he would call you when he was back in his hotel room.

He would make you use it on a call for him, missing your sweet moans.

Somehow, from so far away he found a way to make it perfect for you to cum in no time.

Paterson

Pat would not understand how that thing went inside of you.

After he came back from the bar one night, he saw you on your bed, back arched, moaning for him.

He would instantly strip off his shirt, eager to help you out.

Then, you handed him your phone, which he was really confused about.

He was wary about it at first but learned fast on how to make you writhe and cum in a matter of fifteen seconds.

He would make you use it while you cooked dinner for the two of you and it brought out a side of him that you hardly saw.

Needless to say, he was in love with it as much as you were.

[mrs-gucci]

Mountainside Morning {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

@gotham-city-uber-driver​​ made me do it...sorry not sorry. also hey! I finally wrote something and actually finished it lol. based on this original ask.

also, I think it’s so funny that adam has no idea 1) where to get the sweater or 2) if the sweater was even Gucci 😭 I love him. he has no idea what’s going on about 35% of the time and I just love that.

warnings. SMUT, wearing mauri’s sweater, morning sex, P in V, creampie.

no tw’s :)

word count: 1.08k

Italian used. ∙ buongiorno, tesoro = good morning, treasure ∙ cristo = christ ∙ cazzo = fuck ∙ signore = mister

Maurizio is sound asleep and snoring peacefully when you’re woken up by the sun as it peeks over the mountaintops. Figuring you’ll let him sleep in a bit, you place a gentle kiss on his forehead before carefully crawling out from under the blankets.

Goosebumps instantly spread down your arms and legs, a shiver shooting down your spine as the cool morning air tickles your skin. Considering you’re almost completely nude as a result of last night’s fireside activities, only wearing your panties, you look around for one of your sweatshirts.

Your eyes suddenly land on Maurizio’s white knit sweater from yesterday’s slope outing, hanging over the side of the dirty laundry basket. It looks so warm and cozy, you just can’t help but walk over and slip it on. It swallows you up in its warmth and envelops you in his natural musk: cigarette smoke with hints of bergamot and cedarwood.

With a small smile, you slide your slippers on before heading downstairs to make some coffee. You put a few logs onto the fireplace and light it, then begin preparing the espresso maker. 

Meanwhile, the smell of freshly burning firewood and roasting coffee beans travels up the stairs and into the bedroom, wandering its way into Maurizio’s subconscious. 

Soon, his eyes flutter open and he grunts softly, sitting up in bed. He quickly notices that you’re not next to him, so after slipping on his previously-discarded pants laying by his bedside, he heads downstairs to greet you.

His breath catches in his throat when he sees you standing by the stove, clad only in his white cable-knit sweater. He pauses in the doorway, watching as you pull the espresso maker off the stovetop and pour some into a cup for yourself.

Early-morning skiers have already hit the slopes and you watch them through the large kitchen window as they push off from the top and glide down the mountain.

He smirks, already half-hard as he walks quietly into the kitchen and steps up behind you. His hands smooth down your sides, hands squeezing your hips.

“Buongiorno, tesoro.”

You hum, feeling his hardness pressing up against your lower back. “Morning. Did you sleep well?”

Only a soft hum comes in response before he’s leaning down and beginning to kiss at your neck. His fingertips tease the hem of the sweater, pushing it up lazily before his hands slip under the chunky woven yarn, hands sliding across your bare skin.

“I did, but I am certainly glad to be awake for the views this morning. I would’ve hated to have missed them...” He chuckles against your skin.

Smirking, you step back a bit, pressing yourself flush against his broad figure. “Mhm, I know what you mean...watching skiers wipe out under the beautiful morning sky is quite a sight to behold.”

Maurizio lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head playfully while he delivers a quick smack to the side of your thigh.  “Tease.” His chin rests on your shoulder as his hand slips down between your thighs. Then, his fingers press down on your clothed clit and start rubbing slow, teasing circles on the stiffened bud. 

You let out a shaky breath, hips instinctively grinding down against his touch. He hums, nibbling and sucking at your skin while tugging your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles.

He’s quick to push his silk pajama pants down enough to expose his hardened cock, giving it a few strokes before lining up with your entrance. When he thrusts forward and sheathes himself in your tight wetness, a low groan escapes his plush lips, hot breath tickling your skin.

The small porcelain espresso cup nearly falls from your hand as you inhale sharply and you quickly set it back down on its matching saucer before he can start thrusting. His hand slithers from your pelvis up around your neck, holding your jaw firmly just in time with the first roll of his hips.

“Maurizio.” You sigh, eyelids fluttering gently. “Oh my--ohhh.”

His thrusts suddenly quicken and he moans quietly into your ear. The sound of skin smacking together bounces off the kitchen walls and your hands grip the edge of the marble countertop to keep yourself steady.

“Thaaat’s right...take it.” He snarls softly.

Your eyes roll back as his thrusts progressively get faster and harder, whines uncontrollably slipping past your lips.

“M-Maurizio...fuuuck yes.”

A small smirk grazes his lips and he shoves your hips against the countertop, hand on the nape of your neck to hold your front down on the cool surface while the other holds one of your legs up.

You gasp at the deep angle this new position creates, allowing him to reach into your deepest caverns with the head of his member. Your walls clench around him and he groans at the sensation, only spurring on his already quick motions.

“Cristo.” He breathes, fingers desperately grabbing at your hair. “Are you...a-are you close?”

Nodding wordlessly, you reach down to begin rubbing your clit. As a result, your insides grip around him suddenly, which nearly sends him over the edge. A primal growl is ripped from his throat, hips beginning to stutter as his climax quickly builds.

You’re cumming with a moan of his name within a few minutes and he moans deeply, fucking you through it with quick, sloppy thrusts. His glasses are slipping down the bridge of his nose and he has to reach up and fix them before throwing his head back to keep them from slipping again. 

“Cazzo!”

His hips come to an abrupt stop as the first rope of hot seed spills into your throbbing cunt. He groans, giving a few mock thrusts with each spurt before coming to a full stop, chest rising and falling rapidly as he comes down from his high.

Soon, he pulls away and pulls out, helping you stand up. When you turn around, he immediately pulls you in for a passionate kiss, then kisses all over your face, jaw, and neck before returning to your lips once again.

You smile against his lips. “Well, that was quite the ‘good morning’, Signore Gucci.”

Maurizio laughs as he bends down to pull your panties back up over your hips. “A proper ‘good morning’, if you ask me. Now, let me have a cigarette and some espresso, and then perhaps we could spend some time in the sauna. How does that sound, tesoro?”

With a bright smile, you nod.

“That sounds lovely.”

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Day 7 of 12 Days of Smutty/Fluffy Fanfics is up. Enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36092635

[rynwritesstuff]

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜ from the prompt list with Maurizio

"Want me to model this for you?" + Maurizio Gucci

Maurizio walks into his bedroom, relieved that Patrizia and the kids are gone, and closes the door behind him.

“Bellissima,” he says as you take a seat in the chair sitting in the corner of the room. You hum, glancing up at him.

“Yeah?”

Maurizio smiles, walking across the room to his closet. He pulls out a Gucci bag, and you shouldn’t be surprised, but you are. He got you something. You.

“What’s this?” you ask as he hands you the bag. He smiles, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“A present,” he tells you, "for being so wonderful.”

You feel your cheeks warming up, and he stares as you open the bag. Your eyes widen. It’s lingerie. Beautiful, expensive, perfect lingerie.

"Mauri . . .” you say, breathless as you pull it out and set the bag down. “Thank you.

He shrugs, still smiling.

“No need to thank me, bellissima.”

You set the lingerie down, then get up and stand in front of him.

“Would you like me to model it for you?” you ask, your cunt already throbbing at the thought. Maurizio’s eyebrows raise. He crosses his legs.

“I’d like that very much” he says

You slowly reach down to tug off your shirt.

“I’ll be back,” you say, tossing your shirt to the floor. You grab the new lingerie, and walk into his en suite bathroom without a top on. Maurizio watches you the entire time.

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[mrs-gucci]

Island Birthday {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

anonymous

Firstly happy birthday!! 🎂 May this year be your best yet! Secondly, I think the reader would celebrate Maurizio’s birthday by sailing to a nice private beach where she could have him all to herself with no distractions 😏 (Mainly because in the movie they neglected that he liked to sail and the one time he was on a boat, he fell 😂)

thank you so much, you’re very sweet <3 and yes, I was bummed that they didn’t really show more of his love for sailing in the movie! and his beautiful yacht!! but it was already such a long movie and they can’t show everything, which I understand. luckily, that’s why fanfiction exists: to supplement ;)

a quick note: if you, like Anakin Skywalker, do not like sand because it is coarse, rough, and it gets everywhere, then this is not the piece for you.

warnings. SMUT, FLUFF, humor, nude sunbathing, well...it starts out that way lol, sand gets everywhere, some awkward & funny situations, mutual fingering/handjob, P in V, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

(possible) tw’s. beach sex, sex out in the open. 

word count: 1.3k

Reference. The Creole is the name of the yacht that Maurizio owns.

Italian. amore mio = my love bello = handsome tesoro = treasure or darling stai bene? = are you okay? porca puttana = holy shit cristo = christ cazzo = fuck buon compleanno = happy birthday

He’s never calmer, more at peace than he is out here on the sea. The salty breeze caresses his graying chestnut hair as the Creole cuts through the water.

Sailing is his first love and his only mistress. It’s something he wishes he found time for much more often than he has been lately. He loves the isolation, loves how the real world can just disappear from view for a little while.

You can’t stop admiring his features under the natural sunlight, thinking that he looks just as beautiful at this age as he did when you met all those years ago at the dance hall.

“You are staring.” He laughs softly, looking over at you.

“I can’t help it; you’re much too handsome to keep my eyes off of.”

His cheeks flush and he smiles, pulling you closer with an arm around your waist. “We do not get out here enough. I have this beautiful boat and I never get to fucking enjoy it anymore.”

You sigh, reaching up to tuck some hair behind his ear. “Things have been busy. We will start making time, but you need to actually take time off. You work every day, Mauri; you rarely ever take a day off.”

“Mmm...why must you always be right?” He laughs softly, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“Because I’m your wife and it’s my job to always be right.”

“Yes, but you are just so good at it. You tell me to take a day off...when do you take a day off from being right, hm? Not even on my birthday?” He smiles down at you.

You give him a nudge, laughing and shaking your head. “Not even on your birthday. You can keep on dreaming, amore mio.”

The island soon comes into view and the captain docks the boat as close as possible to the shoreline. It’s a private island, owned by a long-time friend of Maurizio’s, so there’s no one on the island or around for miles, so you’re guaranteed plenty of privacy.

Maurizio loops the picnic basket on his arm before scooping you up and carrying you down the ramp into the shallow water below. He makes his way onto the sandy shore of the island and after setting you down, you grab the sheet to lay out on the beach for the picnic while Maurizio stands down by the shore.

After you’re finished, you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his midsection. He relaxes with your touch, sighing softly.

“Thank you for arranging this.” He says after a few beats of silence. “It's so nice to be out here alone with you, away from work and the girls for a little while.”

You smile. “Of course, bello. I wanted you to have a relaxing birthday.”

“How about we lay in the sun for a bit, hm? Right on the shore, so it’s a bit cooler?”

Nodding, you both shed your clothes before laying down right on the shore in the cool, partially water-soaked sand. The small waves tickle your feet and legs as you lay together under the warm sun.

His arm wraps around you after a little while, pulling you closer into his side. You slide your hand onto his abdomen, dangerously close to his cock while his slips down to your lower back, nearing your ass cheeks.

You can’t help the small smirk that grazes. your lips as he spreads his palm out over your cheek, giving it a squeeze. Your hand “accidentally” slides over his hardening cock, making him grunt softly and raise his hips slightly.

He encourages you to scoot up ever so slightly, then moves his hand down further between your legs until his digits brush along your folds. Your back arches, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

Your hand wraps around his shaft and you begin pumping him, feeling his shaft grow to full hardness under your touch. He turns to the side, then, and pulls you in for a passionate kiss, lips absolutely devouring yours.

“Mm, tesoro.” His hips push forward. “I need you.”

“How do you want me, birthday boy?”

Maurizio laughs softly, pulling his hand out from between your legs before pulling you on top of him. “Just like this.”

You smile and lean down for another kiss, then crane your neck to kiss at his neck and throat. You start to kiss down his body, but you quickly end up with sand on your lips and in your mouth.

Your face contorts and you turn your head to the side, spitting out the sand. He gives you a concerned look, hands rubbing your hips.

“Stai bene?”

Nodding, you start laughing. “Sand.”

“Ah. Sorry.” He chuckles along with you, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze. “Do you want to stop? I feel bad...”

“No, no, of course I don’t want to stop. It’s just some sand, Mau.” You smile, kissing his lips again. 

Now, it’s his turn to cringe a bit, as you still have some sand leftover on your lips. You smile against his lips. “Sorry.”

He simply hums in response, pushing his hips up as a silent plea. You lift yourself up and position yourself on top of his cock before sinking down. Your eyes widen when you feel a few bits of sand roughing up the downward stroke.

“What? Is it okay?” His voice is strained, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

You nod, laughing breathily. “There’s s-sand here, too.”

“Sand...my new greatest foe.” Maurizio can’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “Next time, we will do this on a sheet. Or perhaps on the boat, far away from the sand.”

Both of you chuckle as you start to bounce up and down on his shaft, head falling forward with each pleasurable motion. He groans, eyebrows knitting.

“Oh, porca puttana...”

You’re whimpering and whining as you ride him, hands flat on his chest, acting as an anchor.

“M-Maurizio, fffuck!”

His hips start lifting up in time with your bouncing, allowing him to reach deeper inside you. He brings his thighs up, feet planting in the sand and creating a sort of backrest for you.

“Lean back, tesoro.” He breathes. “Let me fuck you.”

Nodding, you lean back and push against his thighs while his hips begin to buck up into you. Your head falls back, legs spreading wider instinctively.

“Mmm, yes bello. S-So good.”

Maurizio sits up on his elbows and moans as he watches his cock disappear inside you repeatedly, the sight so purely erotic that it brings him right up to the edge so fast it makes his head spin.

“Cristo, I’m close, t-tesoro...”

You reach down and rub your clit quickly, moaning loudly as your climax approaches. Your insides clench around him and that’s what sends Mauri over the edge with a gasping, choked moan.

“C-Cazzo! Ssshit!”

Your back arches as your insides are painted with Mau’s warm seed, a shaky sigh leaving your lips. His hips give a few mock-thrusts before his hands desperately grab at your hips, full-on thrusts picking back up again.

“Cum for me, tesoro.” He whispers, fucking you harder. “Let go.”

His words, his hips and your strokes all together send you plummeting off the cliff into bliss, sweat dripping down your forehead between creased eyebrows as you moan out with pleasure.

“Oh Mau!”

After he’s taken you through it, he falls limp back on the sand, chest glistening with sweat as it rises and falls rapidly. His glasses are a bit fogged up and you laugh softly at the sight, leaning down to kiss him.

Just as your lips connect, a particularly large wave comes up and blankets the two of you, but mostly Maurizio, in its salty embrace before drawing back, leaving him completely soaked.

You just laugh as he sputters, removing his glasses to wipe the salty water away from his eyes and the wet hair from his forehead. He’s laughing too, looking up at you through squinted eyes.

“Why did we do this whole ‘beach sex’ thing again?”

“Because it’s fun and adventurous. And we’re horny.”

“Touche.” He chuckles. “I love you, tesoro.”

You smile, giving him one last kiss.

“Buon compleanno, Maurizio.”

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

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