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ohsolonelyghosts · 1 year

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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.”

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smutsonian · 2 years

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burning desire

dark!mom's!boyfriend!maurizio gucci x innocent!female!reader

summary: you try smoking for the first time and your mom’s boyfriend helps you

warnings: darkish (for now), smoking, some touching from maurizio (noncon-ish), innocent reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, horny thoughts, virgin reader (nothing happens and she remains a virgin 😗✌🏼), sinful thoughts, cheating, Alsy(OFC) is a bad influence of a friend but she’ll be great.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i could not have thought of a more unique title :’) i originally planned a stepdad fic but im a coward. this is an au btw so 😗✌🏼 and i haven’t watched the film so spoiler free i guess?

happy birthday, ora! couldn’t say no to a birthday girl 🥴 so have whatever this is instead 🤣 @crappedoutlungs

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There is nothing wrong with being curious. That was what she kept telling herself. Everyone else was doing it, so why couldn't she? Even her mother's Italian boyfriend is doing it all the time, and she still seems to love him. What difference does it make if her daughter does it?

Alsy, her friend, kept telling her how it helped her relax or calm down, and she could definitely use a stress reliever right now.

The girl lets out a long breath before nodding at her own reflection exiting the bathroom and trudging down the flight of stairs, her skirt flowing along with the breeze. She looks around the house, searching for the person that would be able to provide her with one of those cancer sticks.

She locates the hulking figure outside the house, sitting on the porch bench, with the familiar burning stick protruding from his seemingly mushy lips. He looks up at the sound of the door closing, and she feels her heart pounding faster as a result of the sudden attention on her.

She has practiced a thousand times now. It’s now or never.

“Can I–” her nose flared in embarrassment when her voice cracked mid sentence and she immediately looked away from the man before attempting again.

“Can I have one?” She mentally cheers for herself before frowning at the floor when Maurizio remains silent.

She looks up only to find him staring at her with an eyebrow raised at her questioningly.

Her natural reaction is to defend herself.

“It’s not a bad thing. It’s completely normal! Everyone does it. I mean…” She bites the inside of her cheek when she runs out of things to say only to find Maurizio still staring at her with the same puzzled expression.

“What were you asking for?” He asked, voice as deep as it can get, probably croaky from all the smoke he inhaled.

Her blood turned cold from complete embarrassment when she realized that the man was just asking for what she wanted and here she is, being all defensive.

She lets out a forced laugh before pointing at the packet of Marlboro red sitting just beside him.

“Can I have one of those?”

He simply shrugs before picking up the packet and reaching out a very long arm to her, patiently waiting for her to take one.

It was that easy? Her jaw clenches unconsciously as she tries to take one as coolly as possible, despite her hands shaking with nervousness and embarrassment. She is finally able to take one, and she retracts her hand, turning away from the man and staring at the cigarette stick as if it were made of gold.

This is it!

“Need a light, cara mia?” his baritone voice snatches her staring contest with the cigarette stick. She feels lightheaded at the endless amount of times she’s making a fool of herself right in front of this man. She considers simply running up to her room and keeping the cigarette stick until she can do it with Alsy. Why didn't she just go to Alsy and ask for one? She'll most likely buy a whole packet.

“Sit,” his voice calls for her attention again. Why is it so easy for him to get her attention? Then again, Maurizio’s the type of man to get everyone’s attention in every room he walks into. He pats the spot beside him on the bench, prompting her to sit beside him.

She does.

Her mind becomes foggy once his hands touch her waist, guiding her beside him and pulling her closer to his side. She watches as he gently takes the stick from her grasp and nudges it against her closed lips.

"Open up, my darling," he whispers, his eyes fixed on her lips, his own a shade darker than his usual honey eyes. His vision was clouded by the combination of the dark night and his dark thoughts. He closely observes her as she parts her lips before placing the brown end of the stick between her soft lips and smiling at her as if he is proud of her.

The glint of satisfaction in his eyes definitely tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted to see it glint like that again.

The sound of his fingers flickering at the lighter drew her attention, and he could see how her innocent eyes focused intently on his fingers. He smirks at the thought of his fingers being in her instead of the plastic igniter. Her innocence being in his hands. Taking it and savoring every single moment of it.

His heart thumps a little faster as he lights the ends of her stick, his cock moves eagerly in his pants trying to get out, to touch her, at the image of her soft features doing something so... debauched for someone like her. He was aware that this was her first time smoking, it was so obvious, and he liked the idea of him being present for something she was doing for the first time. His adorable little bunny. He'd like to help her on a few of her first times.

As he watches her struggle to get the hang of inhaling and exhaling with the stick, he can't help but wonder how he can get her to himself. Will she even be willing to?

He smirks at the prospect of already having a solution to her potential noncompliance.

“Does your mother know you smoke, bunny?”

The way her eyes widened like saucers told him he'd hit a nerve.

And as if luck was on his side, her mother’s car came into view.

He watched as his little bunny panicked, unsure of what to do. He was entertained and captivated by her innocent antics until he finally decided to put her out of her misery.

He takes her cigarette from her and places it between his lips, his pants tightening as he tastes her on the stick.

Oh, she’ll be the death of me.

Her mother parks and exits the car with a smile that he can't bear now that he's getting a taste of her lips on the stick between his teeth. Not when he’s seen his bunny’s face up close.

Her mother greets both of them before entering the house without saying anything to either of them, and this is when he decides to set things straight.

He looks at her beautiful face, which is looking back at him as if he's a saint, and he almost feels himself about to cum at the image of her trusting face.

She trusts him.

But he’s far from being a saint.

He smiles at her before placing a broad palm on her thigh, spreading it so his pinky slides closer to her heat, her racing breaths hitting his neck as he leans in closer to her face. The smell of cigarettes on her breath could be his new favorite scent.

A reminder of his taint on her. One of many that will follow soon enough.

His free hand reaches for the back of her neck so she can't pull away just as he places his lips on hers, his lips curling at the little sound coming out of hers that he eagerly swallowed, his tongue invading the inside her mouth. He takes pride in the way her stiff form began to sag against him, and he tries not to shove his hand up her skirt so he doesn't scare his innocent little bunny any further.

Instead, he pulls away, smirking at his bunny's attempt to chase his lips.

“You owe me a lot, bunny.”

He steals one quick kiss before standing up and tossing the cigarette butt on the floor and stomping on it.

“I’ll collect it from you later.”

As he looks down on her, he caresses her face, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip before pulling away and smiling at her.

The sound of the door closing brings her out of her reverie, the reality of what has transpired finally sinking in.

How exactly was she going to pay him?

Better yet,

How did he want her to pay him?

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a/n: i wanna make this a thing where i just write drabbles or oneshots of pure horny (or wholesome idk) thoughts ft. mom’s!boyfriend!marizio who is a dark character and innocent/naive reader 😗✌🏼join me in this journey guys

ps. i cant stop thinking about adam driver 😭

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peachyproserpina · 2 years

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Ai Mali Estremi, Estremi Rimedi

Maurizio Gucci x F!Reader

Here is another blurb! Dedicated to @glassbxttless and @feed-the-rats, this was fun to do and I'm sorry if it comes out choppy or disjointed. I just wanted to reward yall with some Mau content.

TW: Smut, Choking, Dom/Sub Dynamics, You're both switches, Power play, Edging, Marking, Biting, Cream pies

Maurizio’s been tense all week, all month basically, he’s finalizing the divorce with Patrizia and Gucci is well… Gucci. He’s overworked and barely home and you’ve had enough. The moment he is home you are going to lock the door behind him and make him cum so hard he will forget his own name.

The moment the door is shut, he’s calling for you. Needing to feel your skin, tell you about his day. His glasses are off at the door and his jacket follows, you answer him before he can call out your name again. He makes his way to the bedroom so tired. So ready to melt into your skin. He walks into the bedroom and you lock the door before he has a chance to pull you into his arms.

You pin him underneath you, his stomach, still clad in that silky soft shirt now getting stained by your soaking cunt, you’re tying his hands together with his tie above his head. He’s in awe of you, watching you take charge like this- “is it too tight mi amor?”You question while you press kisses to his neck, feeling his soft skin against yours, taking in the delicious way his cologne beats off his skin even at the end of the day like this.

He gives you the okay, a breathy little “no” and as soon as the words come out of his mouth you’re working his pants down in a hurry, your wet patch still sticky to his tummy and when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock he moans.

You’re working him into a frenzy, edging him for what feels like hours, making him go dumb to the rest of the world, you’ve sunk your silk cunt around him and are leasurly riding him, one hand around his throat while the other is tweaking a nipple. Putting on a show for him while you ride him, he’s begging you, begging you to let him cum. Let him put a baby in you. You smirk, working him up to the very peak before you slam yourself back down on his huge cock edging him once again

Maurizio’s reaction is a blur, He’s got you pinned under him before you can comprehend what exactly is going on. His hand his hot and heavy and so so tight around your throat.

“Puttana, you think you own me?” He’s fucking into you, knocking any wind that can get through his grip on your throat. You’re trying to keep your eyes from rolling back, trying to get your power back, but he slams his cock in fully, burying it to the hilt. You want to bite, spit, you were supposed to fuck *him* dumb but then he’s managed to get your legs over his shoulders and you’re nearly bent in half.

“Mau, I-” se silences you with a kiss and brutal thrust, he’s so overwhelming, you don’t know if you’ve ever seen him like this and the way he is pounding into you, you know you’ve never felt him like this.

He’s working his hand into your hair, his other still flexing on your neck, making sure you never forget it’s there. He tugs, making your head snap back and he’s biting dark marks into the soft paper thin skin of your neck. You whimper out a moan for him then and you can feel the way he throbs in you with how deep he is.

“Mauri, baby. Please. Cum in me.” The request is panted out through half breaths and moans. You’re so fucking close you need to feel him fill you up with his cum before you can.

He sinks his teeth into your neck as he does, your request pushing him over the edge, he groans. Low and deep into your skin, releasing the death grip on your hair and letting his hand fall away from your neck, before you know it he’s pulling you in for a deep kiss. Soft and tender and full of love for you, for everything you give him, everything you bring out in him.

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tropicalchiaa · 3 years

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Him Pt 5

Maurizio Gucci X Reader

The Consequences

You are dealing with the aftermath of Milan and your healing process is interrupted

Enjoy ❤️

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

It’s been about five months since Milan. Business is even better than ever, and you were happy. Have you called Maurizio? No. Have you responded to any of his letters? No. Have you opened any of his gifts? No again. None of that matter, both of you were better off without him.

Yes, you did just say both. Currently, you are 5 months pregnant with a healthy baby boy. I mean who were you kidding, there was not one condom wrapper in sight that day. The memory is still alive and well in your head. And when you are lonely at night you can still feel how his cock twitched inside your warm cunt. Leaving his cum in there for safekeeping.

This secret had to stay under wraps for a multitude of reasons. But the biggest is that you are potentially carrying his only son and way of keeping the Gucci legacy alive. No one knows the identity of the baby daddy but your close friend. Although she was livid when you broke the news to her, she quickly began to gush about being a Godmother and how both of you guys would raise this baby together. There was no reason for you not to keep the baby. You were rich, successful, and had a team that would surround him with all the love he could ask for.

Your annual summer party was coming up and you could not cancel it for anything. This party was the highlight of the season for the last 5 years and you would be damned if you let a baby get in the way. Also, you sent out the invitations months ago to the top brands, luckily already excluding House of Gucci.

So that leaves you here at your family’s Hampton estate putting the final touches on your party that is happening in a few hours. Praying that people can’t tell you are pregnant under your flowy white sundress. And hoping your new hairstyle will be enough to distract them, it usually is.

The party is in full swing and your secret was well kept so far. Sneaking back from another bathroom break you are halted by a deep voice saying, “Hi Princess.” No no no you thought. Not even wanting to engage you keep walking towards the party. Hoping for a slight chance you were imagining the voice or that you could get someone to buffer you from this man.

“Where do you think you are going?” The voice says grabbing your arm and pulling you towards them. “You weren’t invited,” you say plainly, trying to remove yourself from their grip. “Oh, that? I just assumed my invitation got lost in the mail, like all the other things I have sent you. Why do I get the feeling you do not want to see me? Because when I envisioned our reuniting, I always assumed you would pounce on me like a tiger eating his prey. But here you are acting as if we are strangers, why is that Princess?” They ask with emotion dripping from every word.

“I do not want to see you,” you say firmly, still avoiding looking them in the eyes. “Stop this nonsense and look at me Y/N!” They say pulling your chin up looks them in the eye. And when your eyes hit those blue ones’ reality hits you like a flood. And in some fight or flight attempt, you try to reason your way out of this situation.

“Please unhand me Maurizio,” more reality sitting in as you say his name for the first time. “I need to go host my party.” “Princess we need to ta--” and like a miracle your second assistant comes towards you mentioning a too drunk design executive. Looking over at him, you silently convey for him to let you go. But before he says, “We will talk later,” while letting go reluctantly. And boy was he waiting on the later, you could feel his intense stare everywhere you floated that afternoon.

Learning from your mistake you made sure to take your close friend with you on bathroom breaks to make sure you weren’t surprised by him again. Oh, how you wished he was some crasher that you could throw out. Fuck, why couldn't you get impregnated by a nobody?

Finally, as people are filtering out after the sunset dinner you feel some relief. You had seen Maurizio and his wife leave about 30 minutes ago, so you walked around without feeling eyes watching your every move. As you closed the door for the last time hopefully you hear him say, “Finally, I was beginning to think we wouldn’t be able to talk. Especially now that I know why you have been avoiding me.”

Whipping around you are again facing Maurizio with no escape. “You left, how are you even here?” You whimper out shocked. “Oh, that? I told my wife that we have a meeting for a collaboration of some sort. And because I have been feeding her alcohol all afternoon she left with little thought to my statement.” He says closing the distance between the two of you.

Your brain is moving a thousand miles per second, he knows you're pregnant! Your friends and assistants won’t be back for a few hours because they are driving people back to the city! “Please I made it very clear we had nothing to talk about, especially when you corner me like this.” You say, trying to keep as much confidence in your stance and voice.

“Princess, I wouldn’t need to corner you if you just stop ignoring me. Especially over something so small as gaining weight.” He says with a frown on his face. Gaining weight? “You think I am ignoring you because I gained weight?” You say confused. “Yes, I mean that is why you are wearing such a matronly outfit and your face is rounder. Plus, you didn’t take off your dress once and we both know how much you like to show off your body. But don’t worry your secret's safe with me, I am sure a nice diet can get you back in shape in no time.” He says putting a hand on your shoulder. “Plus, I love what the weight has done to your ass and breast, cannot wait to see them in their full glory in a second.” He says as he tries to pull your dress above your head.

“NOOO,” you say but it is too late, he has already seen your round belly and is frozen with shock. Scared of the reaction you close your eyes and hold your belly as you cower bracing yourself for impact. “You’re pregnant?” he says softly, staring at you with wide eyes. “Yes,” you say quietly, trying to distance yourself from him to gain some composure. “What? Wait did you think I was going to hit you?” He stutters out hurt.

“Umm no, it's just become an instinct to protect my belly no matter the threat.” You ramble out nervously. “But you think I am a threat? Why?” He says with a small pause and without missing a beat, “IS THE BABY MINE???” He screams as the realization hits him. “NO!” You say too quickly. Trying to rectify your response you say, “It’s my ex’s...” That lie wouldn't even convince a toddler.

“Y/N I am not going to ask you another time is this child mine and cut the bullshit when you answer next.” He says grabbing both your shoulders with a little shake. A small yes falls from your lips, feeling overwhelmed with no options. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He says stumbling backward-looking dazed.

Feeling anger flair in you, “WHY DIDN’T I TELL YOU?” You screamed “UMMM maybe it's because you have a family? Or maybe it was because I was used as a hooker. Oh no maybe it's because you are an arrogant asshole.” You spit out, each statement hopefully hitting like slaps. “You know what, just leave, I can’t do this right now. If you want to talk like civilized people you can come back tomorrow at 11:00 with some sense.” You say opening the door for him to walk out.

And for the first time ever Maurizio listened to you, walking out the door stunted. But before you could close the door he pulled you into a kiss then said, “I want to be in this baby's life and nothing is going to stop me. Not even you.” And with that, he took off walking towards his car after he subtly threatened you.

From closing the door to saying goodnight to the housing staff, his words hung over you like a dark cloud. Even as you were falling asleep, the threat replayed in your head. Tomorrow was going to be taxing, you could already feel it.

Ummmm, very cliche but I love ittttt!!!

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