#maurizio gucci fanfic

[just-some-random-blogger]

I cant believe i found my people. a maurizio fic. im not that insane after all HAHAHHAHA

Pupils blown wide behind his glasses, which he goes to remove. “No, please keep them on amore.” you whisper, biting your lower lip just enough to send his head spinning.

she just like me fr

ugh this was GAAAAAAAAAAH my maurizo/adam driver itch is ITCHING EVEN MORE

If you still want to write about Maurizo him fucking you senseless after you have a bad day 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Can you even believe this man??? He’s so damn cute, I wanna swim in his dimples and choke on his cock

Word Count: 676

CW: AFAB! reader, feminine pet name, unprotected PiV, mention of oral (f receiving), choking, restraining using a tie, husband Maurizio 

Italian Translations:

Amore mio - my love

Cazzo - fuck

Bella - beautiful

It was something of a power trip for him, having you come home and beg him to distract you, to make you forget all about what an awful day you had. You had looked up at him with doe eyes and said "Use me Maurizio, I want you to use my body however you please, and make me forget about the day." before placing a light but open-mouthed kiss on his neck just below his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes and inhaled, before pressing his lips to yours in a rush, his hands pulling you closer by the waist. Blindly leading you back towards the bed.

The soft mattress meets your back as Maurizio continues his assault, licking and nipping at your neck, hands kneading your breasts with his big hands. 

“Amore mio, I can’t wait to taste you.” his hands pulled your top down far enough to expose your breasts, the cool air hardening your nipples before Mau could suck them into his mouth. Moans left your lips, encouraging soft grunts from your husband as he continued, his hands snaking their way up your arms and to your wrists, pinning them about your head. 

“When.. when did you take off your tie?” you panted out as he tied your wrists together with his tie. All you got was a dark chuckle and a sly smirk in response. 

Before you can even comprehend what is happening, Maurizio is pushing your dress up your hips and pulling your panties off, spreading your thighs, whispering a low “cazzo” under his breath. Pupils blown wide behind his glasses, which he goes to remove.

“No, please keep them on amore.” you whisper, biting your lower lip just enough to send his head spinning.

At that he bends down, your thighs held open with his hands, and licks a wide stripe up your wet cunt, before slowly circling his tongue around your clit. His fingers prod at your entrance as he sucks your clit between his lips, and then plunge deep into your pussy, pulling a long moan from your throat. 

“That’s right amore mio. I want to hear you.” his fingers picked up their pace, curling just right to brush against your g-spot over and over again.

“Mau, I’m gonna cum.” your eyes fall shut, and your mouth open, cumming around his fingers as your thighs close instinctively around his hand and head.

Maurizio pulls his fingers from you and taps your lips signaling you to suck them clean. He unbuckles his belt and pulls off his shirt, shucking off his trousers and boxers, making his way back up your body to settle his hips between yours. 

“Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how much you want to be filled.” his hips canted forward, rubbing his cock against your clit in the most delicious way.

“Please Mau, please fuck me- oh fuck.” he cuts your begging off with one swift motion forward, filling your cunt to the hilt. He drags his hand up your side, over your ribs and breasts, and wrapping around your throat.

“Look me in the eyes when I fuck you bella.” his pace slowed until you opened your eyes and connected with his, speeding up so his balls slap against your ass, and his tip assaults your cervix. Every one of your 5 senses are filled with your husband. The silk tie around your wrists frustrating you to the point of whimpering, wanting so desperately to touch him, feel his shoulders beneath your hands, anything to anchor you to this moment.

“Oh fuck Maurizio.” your walls started tightening around his cock, your moans becoming breathless as you cum for the second time.

Maurizio isn’t far behind as you milk him for all he has. He cums with a grunt from deep within his chest, his head buried in the crook of your neck, hips stuttering before he stills are deep as he can go, his spend painting your womb.

“Thank you amore.”

“Anything for you amore mio.”

[heartshapedbabydolls]

Charlie’s dirty little secret💋

[justagirlwholikesadam]

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Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Lil Ren

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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)

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Tenant

Maurizio Gucci - (House of Gucci)

Babysitter of Gucci

Jack Gladney - (White Noise)

Quickie before Class

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Sandor Clegane - (Game of Thrones)

His Queen

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His Queen: Nameday

Construction Worker! Sandor Clegane's Headcanon

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Sandor's Secret

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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

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This Feeling Will Pass

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Anything with Maurizio

Her Love is my Religion

Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader

summary: Even after four years of marriage, Maurizio still loves you like it’s Day One.

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: 18+ (no sexual themes, but i DO NOT want minors interacting with my content in any capacity), this is a short one! just fluff, alcohol mention

He can see you from across the room, that dress that dips so low— shows just the perfect amount of skin. Your hair is perfectly in place, a wine glass in your hand. You’ve got the prettiest smile on your face, legs crossed at the ankle. You’re speaking to his mother. He orders himself another drink, eyes drifting from the woman he loves to the hoard of men— including his father— sitting at a table a few paces to the left. One day he’ll be at that table, discussing the future of Gucci. But for now, he stands at the bar. He admires his wife from afar. Thinks he couldn’t possibly have gotten this lucky. Like all of the stars aligned just for him.

He thanks the bartender, pushing himself off of the counter. He smoothed his jacket just a bit, hand curled around his glass as he walked over to where you stand. His free arm curls around your waist, head dipping down to press a kiss against your temple. His mother smiles warmly, hand pressed against her chest. “Mio figlio.” She sighs happily, her heart bursting. She’s so proud of where Maurizio is in his life. Of how happy he is with you on his arm. She takes a moment to admire the protective hold he has on you, before she’s looking over for her own husband— excusing herself quietly.

Maurizio smiles, giving your hip a squeeze. “Let’s head out, mia piccola colomba.” He’s tipping your chin up, making you look him in the eye before he’s kissing you. He’s not got a care in the world as he does. Doesn’t pay any mind that there are people around or the fact that you’re at an event. The way your dress hugs your body in all of his favorite places reminds him of your wedding. It reminds him of your bodies pressed close, his hands on your hips and your head on his chest as you swayed to the live music his mother insisted on for your reception. The gleam of your ring under the flashing light reminds him of that night— laying you down in the bed you’ve shared for four years now, how the lamp shone directly onto the gold, letting him know you were officially a Gucci. His wife.

You pull away from his kiss, pressing a hand against his chest with a smile. “lead the way.” you tell him, eager to slip away from the conversations you’ve had to be keeping up on. His hand, large and heavy, wraps around yours. He can feel your fingers twist and tangle into his, something you’ve always done. Ever since that fateful meeting. You’d hold his hand so tightly, let him know you weren’t going anywhere. He brings your hand to his lips as he places both his glass and yours down on an empty tray. He kisses your skin gently, using his free hand to push the door open. His mother and father spot your departure and he just gives them a subtle wave. He’s getting the night with his wife whether anyone likes it or not.

It’s not a long walk, back to your apartment. But Maurizio slips his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders just as he had so many times before. Your heels are the next thing to leave and he reaches for them, holding them in the opposite hand he’s holding yours in. “Have fun tonight?” he asks softly.

And the truth was, yes. You did have a nice time, believe it or not. You watched Maurizio mingle with those he hasn’t seen in years. Watched him light up because of jokes, smile at ideas he hadn’t thought of, and get praised by others. You watched deep blushes set in on his cheeks at times, you saw him even hug his father. “Yeah, I had a nice time.” You admit, savoring the details for yourself. He doesn’t need to know just how closely you have been watching him tonight, he might as well have an idea already with how closely he was watching you. “We should do it again sometime.” That causes a laugh to rumble out of Maurizio’s chest. “Oh, come on Mau. It wasn’t that bad!” You laugh at yourself. Maurizio had never enjoyed these kinds of things.

Maurizio makes quick work of letting you into your home, flipping the first light switch by the door. “Let’s take a bath?” He suggests. You watch as he disappears into the bedroom off the hall, untying his tie. The ruffling of clothes followed by the sound of the tub in the master bathroom filling up. There’s a large garden tub in there, fortunately big enough for you and Maurizio. And maybe that’s exactly how Mau loves to unwind after these kinds of things. Loves soaking in the hot water, relieving all the tension in his sore muscles— as he holds you close and thanks the moon for bringing you to him.

You’re quick to discard the jacket from your shoulders, leaving it in a messy pile of fabric at the end of your sofa. When you enter your bedroom, the master bathroom door is open wide and you can see Maurizio bent over the side of the tub to adjust the temperature of the water. You let your dress fall from your body. It again, forms a small pile at the end of your bed, just as the jacket had. You smile lovingly, Maurizio has a heart of gold. Just for you. Your underwear forms another small pile at the entrance of the bathroom, your arms wrapping around his waist from behind. His hand covers where yours are locked in place and he smiles, letting you lean against his back. He loves these moments with you more than anything, the ones he can just relax into and not have to worry about the world around you. He stands up straight once the bath has settled in fully, bubbles climbing up the sides of the tub. He’s turning, pulling you into his arms. He smiles down at you, glasses still perched high on your nose. “Four years of loving you and my feelings have never changed.”

You can feel yourself growing hot, unsure if it’s from Maurizio sharing his sentiments or just how exposed you are in front of him while he’s standing in his boxers and t-shirt. His arms tighten his grip around your waist and you sigh lovingly, leaning into his chest. “Mine have never changed either, amore.”

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[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-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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[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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[brideofkylosolo]

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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36092635

[maybe-your-left]

Emily, my love, literally one of my best friends in Tumblr. My head won't function already because OF THAT PICTURES. Why do I feel that he kisses her/us(in fanfics) sweetly? Like he really wants to take his time and I-😩

ugh i KNOW BABE ITS INSANE the tenderness.

Maurizio HCs:

- he’s very soft with you, since you’re his little dove. doesn’t want to scare you away, so fragile.

- loves to cradle your cheeks in his large hands when you kiss. wants to savor the taste of you. presses kisses all around your face before even think of touching your lips.

- in public he is careful with intimacy, even though he’s divorced it seems like a risk given his position. on the streets he will let you hold onto his fingers, ring and pinkie, while you walk. loves it when you tug on him when you see something and want to show him.

- Maurizio kisses your forehead tenderly, when you’re waiting in line for food from a street vendor, at an art gallery, or out at the family villa. praises your soft hands and dainty knuckles with quick pecks if he can.

- in private, he’s much different.

- an animal almost, he holds the back of your neck, forcing you to bend back. his free hand skates down your figure to clutch to your waist.

- digging into your ribs, forcing you to gasp at his roughness, such a delicate little dove.

- plush lips tastings very inch of your flesh, starting from your lips. savoring your tongue, then licking a line down to your jaw. mouthing at the notch where it connects.

- my little dove is sensitive, you’re practically shaking and i’ve barely touched you.

- pours a glass of wine for you, whiskey for him. he sits back in a chair to admire your skin. each inch that’s revealed to him is a blessing, and he will kiss every inch.

- every. fucking. inch.

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I LOVE GUCCI CANT WAIT FOR HIS MURDER also my innocence kink popped out

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[spinnenpfote6]

Adam Driver Fandom rn: *Writes smutty fanfics about Adam’s Maurizio Gucci or every naughty stuff about him imaginable in general already like crazy, many mentions of Maurizio’s Pussy Inspections*

Real Maurizio Gucci watching from Heaven:

[mazeltovcocktail555]

I’m so fucking excited for the inevitable Maurizio Gucci fanfic people are gonna write. I’m already fucking rabid for him and I can’t wait to see the horny trash people write for me (the horny trash king) to consume. Maurizio is clearly a mean fucking daddy dom and I’m in love with him. Fucking everyone sign me up for the tag list already.

[jynzandtonic]

I like all the bts photos of AD filming Gucci imagery wise but the real life story and events are depressing to me. I don’t think I will be able to watch the movie. Same for Last Duel. I probably won’t be able to even read any fics of these characters unless extremely disconnected AUs or completely different AD AU “characters” that happen to borrow these imagery (costuming, hairstyle etc). Which makes me feel kinda silly. Do you ever feel sort of bummed, like FOMO within the fandom? There will probably be lots of fics about Maurizio and I wanna enjoy and partake but my brain is like “I feel sad about it” even though it’s mostly all fiction meant for entertainment.

I can’t tell you how much this resonates with me, anon! Your feelings are completely valid—don’t ever feel silly for being emotionally affected by fictional content. I feel “the big sads” when it comes to perhaps the most popular character in the ADCU fandom, and I completely understand what you mean by the FOMO thing in that context. 

Just remember—this space is for you, anon. If certain characters/stories don’t feel enjoyable or bring you happiness, just toss that shit out the window! You absolutely don’t have to engage. I have no doubt there will continue to be amazing fics for characters and storylines you find uplifting, and you should indulge in those! Keep fanfic a happy place for you, cause you deserve it.

As an aside, while I’m definitely going to watch House of Gucci, I likely will only write for Maurizio in a very, very abstracted AU context. I don’t think I’ll be writing for Jaques Le Gris at any point. I foresee The Last Duel as being a pretty triggering film for me, so I plan on reading the book before I decide whether or not I’ll watch the movie at all... So you’ve got company there at least xo!

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Thanks for replying to my ask about Gucci! I saw someone post some footage of the actual Maurizio (from a documentary) and he didn’t seem ostentatiously dressed and his hair seemed fairly normal for that time period so maybe the costuming dept felt the need to dramatize the outfits for the purposes of the movie. I tend to prefer AD’s clean shaven looks so I do like how he looks as Maurizio overall (but not the shorter ski lodge hair) but I get what you’re saying. I actually much prefer his “casual” outfit of sweater and trenchcoat in one of the earlier photos. It reminds me of Charlie who I adore. I’m on the fence about seeing the movie. I probably won’t bc I don’t like real life tragedies. I also won’t read fics of him if it’s based on the actual life trajectory of Maurizio, mainly bc I don’t like stories with a sad backdrop (not as much bc of RPF). Like if I’m reading a fic, I don’t want to think about how he’s divorced with the specter of a crazy murderous ex-wife hanging over him/reader like some sword of damocles. So either I will just pretend in fics he never met the crazed ex-wife, or if the fics can cleverly squirrel her away that would be excellent, or I will just read only AUs where it’s not even an issue. I know some people will think this is lame or stupid cause in the end fanfics are all “fictional” but I just like the sense of safety and security for AD and reader characters in fics. (For example sometimes I even “worry” a little for Clyde like gaaaaah will that FBI agent finally get him?! Of course not though, Clyde is too clever and too good lol. 😅) Thank you for chatting with me Silky!

There is a bit of Charlie in there 😍😍

And who knows, I might end up loving it when I see it all in action. If you had told me I'd be all 'country boy, I love you' *mlem* before Logan Lucky, I would have laughed you out of the room 😂 And look at me now.

Oh, I absolutely see your point about the movie and the fics, it's really disturbing to know these things happened for real. I assume the fics will be staying far away from the ex or just be straight up AUs because I don't see any enjoyment in them otherwise.

And that is a really good point about Clyde, it made me so queasy when I saw it for the first time - how he smiled so sweetly and was nice to her and then how she looked him like a hungry wolf, it was awful to consider. But I trust in Jimmy and Clyde not to get got after all that work.

Thank you so much for reaching out to me and getting my mind off things, that was so lovely ❤️❤️

[safarigirlsp]

Depending on if you like the film and his performance, do you see yourself writing for Adam’s character Maurizio Gucci in the Gucci movie? (I know he gets assassinated).

I’m definitely open to the possibility if the movie or his character really blow my skirt up!

However, I think that a more likely route I would take, assuming I’m into the character, is some kind of AU with a similar character instead of writing Maurizio Gucci himself. For a couple reasons.

Firstly, he’s a real person, which I have reservations about in general. And as opposed to someone like Dan Jones who’s just out there somewhere doing his thing or Napoleon who’s been dead a while, Gucci was a real person who was killed in the not-too-distant past and it feels a little weird writing him as him. Maybe that’s just me and is irrational, but it just seems like writing fanfic about Princess Diana or something lol.

Secondly, putting all that aside, the character is going to have a lot of baggage that is not my sort of subject matter and is not overly appealing to me personally. Namely, a wife or ex-wife and kids. Those would either need to be delt with or ignored completely. And they’re also obviously all real people.

No judgment on anyone else who wants to write him though!

This is all really speculative at this point, and all or none of this may actually hold true once I see the film lol. The short answer is that if I like the character and want to write something with him, an AU that is similar but fixes those ‘problems’ is my most foreseeable route.

The two upcoming characters who may hold the most appeal for me personally, depending on how they’re presented of course, are Le Gris from The Last Duel and the character from 65. However, I already have knight Kylo, so maybe Le Gris is redundant lol.

[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.

[itsinfiniteworld]

People are writing fanfic about Maurizio Gucci ???!!!!!!!?!!!!?!!!!!!!!???!!!!