#maurizio gucci x f!reader

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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.”

tags ;; @peachyproserpina @eeopxlt

#maurizio gucci #maurizio gucci x reader #maurizio gucci x f!reader #fluff #adam driver character #adam driver fanfic #adam driver fandom #adam driver characters #adam driver #cw: alcohol mention

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Gold Rush: Chapter 1

Summary: You and Maurizio have grown up together, sharing a special bond you've never experienced with anyone else. But one night the two of you cross a line; you're not sure how either of you will handle the fall-out.

Word Count: 5,586

Warnings: afab!Reader, domme(ish)!Reader (very light soft!domme), virgin!Maurizio, subby!Maurizio, angst & emotions & smut aka my brand, bashful shy quiet stubborn sweet nerdy freckle faced Maurizio, Reader just wants to have fun like give her a break, complicated feelings abound, alcohol consumption, hook-ups, Reader x Original Male Character (briefly), degradation if you squint, oral sex (f receiving), handjob(s), spit as lube but don't get crazy with it – let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: There is some Italian in this fic; however, I have provided in-text translations to make things easier to read. Hopefully it doesn't disrupt the flow for anyone!

Thank you @hedgy-hog for beta-ing this fic for me! I haven't written in a while and I was extra nervous about this one; you helped me so much. Sending you love!

**I feel this goes without saying but: the characters in this story are completely fictional, and are based off the equally fictional characters in the film 'The House of Gucci'. They are not meant to be in any way representational of the real people whose names they share.**

You’d heard through the grapevine that Maurizio Gucci had a crush on you.

It was silly, really—something you’d decided was a ridiculous rumor that would eventually fade. You’d known Mauri since you were both kids, having grown up together. Your family and the Guccis had a relationship that went back generations--intertwining through friendship, business, and even marriage. You figured Mauri’s supposed “crush” on you was concocted by some well-meaning Great-Auntie trying to further the family’s connections through match-making. So, you ignore the gossip until the next get-together, when you greet your childhood friend with a hug and get a stammered-out hello and quick escape in return. Maurizio’s face had been bright red, body stiff against yours; he’d tripped over his big feet as he left. It was uncharacteristic--sure, he was usually quiet, but he was never scared of you. His cousins had laughed, elbowed you; your elder sister just rolled her eyes into her champagne flute.

And you realized maybe the rumor isn’t so silly after all.

It’s funny, really--flattering, yes, of course, but Mauri is possibly the last man you’d think to have a crush on you. Sweet, shy, lovely Maurizio. He was fun to tease, fun to fluster, but you also always enjoyed truly talking with him, hearing his thoughts, listening to him discuss his studies. He was ridiculously intelligent, a softer man than the rest of his family. Rodolfo was far too hard on him, practically abandoning Mauri after his mother passed; his governess, a nice woman named Flora, had raised him to be babied, sheltered. And he was: locked away in that gloomy estate but for family get-togethers. He was a skinny kid with glasses, always touted around a pile of books. When the two of you were younger, you would find a place to hide while the other kids rough housed--you’d pour over intricately illustrated atlases, dreaming of where the two of you would travel once you were all grown up.

But then, the two of you had grown up--you finished school and went into the family business. You managed one of your family’s jewelry stores in Milan while you attended business courses part-time. It was a nice life. You were supported by your family’s money, but you were saving all your income; as soon as you got your degree and earned more experience, you’d move up in the company. The eventual goal was to become at least a little bit more independent, though you knew full independence from your family would never truly exist. It just wasn’t how things were done. For now, you have your job and your studies, and plenty of time for the socializing and courting that your mother required of you.

Maurizio, on the other hand, stayed relatively the same as he was when he was a child. He was a quiet, introverted shut-in ruled by his father’s whims. His father paid for his intense law schooling, for his plush apartment in the heart of Milan, for his Vespa, and all other expenses. Mauri wasn’t much for clubs or parties; he much preferred being all by his lonesome in a library somewhere, sipping espresso while he buried his head in a book. He didn’t date. Ever. The only two times you knew him to take someone out, his father had strictly required a chaperone--and poor, timid Maurizio hadn’t the heart to argue. You’d discovered, at one particularly raucous family event where the cousins had convinced a tipsy Maurizio to play along with their drinking games, that he’d only ever kissed one girl, when he was 18. The only thing that had really changed about your Mauri throughout the years was that he’d finally seemed to fill out to fit his height. He was still clumsy and awkward, but he was no longer stick-thin with coltish limbs--instead, he was built and sturdy. Handsome, though he didn’t know it.

You saw him around town from time to time, ran into one another in cafes and bookstores. The interactions were almost always brief, the two of you usually having somewhere to be--you would both wave, maybe exchange a cheerful greeting, his words always soft spoken. Occasionally he would be more daring, which was always a nice surprise. Often it was in the evening, when he was on the way home from studying, full of espresso and happy to be out in the fresh air--he’d pull aside you on his bicycle, a rosy smile on his face, say: “Buonasera, agnellino. Good evening, little lamb.” It always made you laugh, the teasing nickname. When you were children, you were both so quiet and timid that the adults called you “little lambs.” Now, you were nothing of the sort, but Mauri had clung to the pet name to poke fun at you.

Yes, Maurizio Gucci was possibly your longest lasting friendship. You genuinely liked him, and if you were being honest with yourself, he might be your closest friend--a migliore amico. A best friend. It’s not like you could very well trust those you were usually surrounded by with many serious things. The socialites and party goers were here one day, gone the next--they didn’t understand your commitment to your work and studies. And, likewise, those you met through school and work often did not understand your loyalty to your family and the obligations you had to meet. Maurizio, though--he understood. He always understood. He had never betrayed your confidence in the quarter century you’d known one another. Though the two of you had many differences, your similarities brought you back together time and time again. Shy, sweet, lovely Mauri. Your families would be delighted if the two of you got together--you’re sure Rodolfo would breathe a sigh of relief, relinquish his hold on his late-wife’s wedding ring, and fund the nuptials after the first date.

But Maurizio? Really? You weren’t sure you could imagine him as a boyfriend, much less a husband. Of course, it’s not at all his fault that he didn’t have a man to look up to in his life, unless you counted Aldo--and you were not counting him. He just… he was your sweet, smart but clueless, viso lentigginoso–freckle-faced Maurizio. At this stage in your life, you just weren’t looking for what he could provide. Or, more so, he couldn’t provide what you were looking for. Mauri would be perfect for someone who wanted to settle down, who wanted sweet kisses and gentle lovemaking, who wanted to be a lawyer’s wife and a homemaker. Maurizio would be kind and fair, would be loving and compassionate--of that, you had no doubt. But you were twenty-five; you wanted excitement, adventure, la passione. It wasn’t what Mauri exuded.

His crush would blow over. He would find something else to preoccupy his mind, whether it be some other young woman or simply a particularly interesting novel. You would treat him as if nothing was wrong, as if you hadn’t heard the rumors--or at least, didn’t believe them. Things would go back to normal in no time, and the two of you would continue to grow together. There would be parties, birthdays, weddings, children born--somehow, you have no doubt in your mind that Maurizio would be by your side through it all, and you by his. Migliori amici. Gli agnellini. Best friends. The little lambs.

You should have remembered how good Maurizio is at surprising you.

You didn’t plan it. Really, truly, honestly you didn’t--and maybe it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself, but you didn’t plan it. You really had put Mauri’s silly little crush out of your mind by the time Rodolfo’s birthday came around. Aldo insisted they have a party, and surprisingly, his brother was amenable to the idea. You half expected the get-together to be canceled, but when the day came and plans were still scheduled--well, there was no way you weren’t going. You did enjoy the parties the Gucci family threw despite the inevitable eccentricities and drama that came along. It was guaranteed good food, good gossip, and good wine, no matter the company.

You bring a date--James, a Brit you met at some party. His father owned yachts, or raced yachts, or something to do with yachts. It really didn’t matter. Neither of you were in it for the long haul--he was handsome, funny, rich, and a good fuck. That’s all you wanted, and all he wanted in return. He was elated to go to a Gucci party; you’re sure he’ll brag about it for the rest of his silly little life. It was all the same to you; he left for home in a month. All you wanted was someone on your arm so your mother wouldn’t pester you the entire time about finding a match.

It’s really not your fault that three hours into the night you get bored and drunk and horny. There’s a lull after the excited greetings, the football game, the heavy hors d'oeuvres, the giant cake, the flute after flute after flute of champagne. Later, everyone will catch a second wind--there will be raucous laughter, and music, and dancing, all followed by some sort of argument caused by a snide familial comment. But right now, everyone is sleepy and sated, finishing off stray bites of cake and making idle small talk. James is restless, a hand toying with the hem of your white sundress, inching upwards--you feel like indulging him.

So, you take his hand and make your escape, dragging him from the warm night air into the large mansion, giggling as you trip up the stairs and make your way through the winding halls. You don’t exactly have a destination in mind--you more so just want to find a room far enough away that you surely won’t be disturbed. You find one in the back corner that looks neat and tidy, as if rarely used; a study of some sort. James’ hands find their way under your dress as soon as the door shuts behind the two of you, and soon you find yourself perched upon the mostly empty desk, dress rucked up to your hips. James kisses you greedily, taking from you, and you let him, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

His lips trail down your cleavage, and he pauses for just a moment to suck his index and middle fingers into his mouth before dipping his hands back underneath your dress and pushing your panties to the side. The pads of his fingers rub teasing, languid circles over your clit as he nips at the juncture of your jaw and ear. “Why don’t you sit back in that chair and I’ll get you nice and wet for my cock?” He murmurs the words quietly, and you swear you can hear the smirk on his face.

You consider it for just a moment. James wasn’t exactly the best at eating you out, but it did feel nice, even if you didn’t cum. He was attentive–always tried his best. Most importantly, you think you’re wine-drunk and horny enough to really enjoy it, and the thought of his thick cock filling you made heat spread through your body. He wasn’t the best you’ve ever had, but he was pretty damn good. Plus, your mother would be furious if she found out you skipped the party to go fuck your arm-candy-of-the-week upstairs. Una scelta facile–an easy choice, really.

It takes you just moments to get settled in the high-backed chair behind the oak desk, James kneeling in front of you. He grins at you, guiding your legs up and helping you balance one heeled foot on the edge of the desk. The other leg he hooks carefully over his shoulder, turning his head to press kisses to the side of your knee. You hum softly, settling back to watch him. You and James didn’t really have a connection–he was a bit too shallow for anything like that–but at least he actually cared about your pleasure. He takes his time kissing along your thighs, his neatly trimmed beard scratching your soft skin in the best way. Your heeled foot wobbles for better purchase on the wooden surface, but you ignore the tremor in order to keep the fabric of your skirt up and to the side.

You’re so preoccupied that you don’t notice when the door opens, a tall figure stepping into the room. It’s not until James’s face is fully between your legs, sucking a mark onto the fleshy part of your inner thigh, that you toss your head back to let out a moan–and finally see the intruder. You jump a little, startled as you take in the sight of Maurizio, the door closed behind him, his blue eyes trained intensely on the scene before him. James looks up, sees the look on your face, and pulls back, twisting his head around to figure out what’s wrong.

There’s a moment of tense, silent stillness–and then James is standing abruptly, roughly knocking your legs from their position. Your calf slams into the edge of the chair and you yelp, your gaze turning from Mauri so you can glare at James. “Hey, what the hell,” you snap, but you’re ignored.

Instead, James rushes to straighten his clothes and hair, giving Maurizio furtive, panicked glances. “Christ, I’m sorry, I–” words fall from his lips, stammering out apologies towards the Gucci heir and aiming scowls towards you. It finally dawns on you that James is embarrassed. Embarrassed and ashamed to be found out by a Gucci–that you’ve made a fool out of him. You scoff, rolling your eyes as he fiddles with his stupid fake golden cufflinks; you’re not even surprised when he finally bolts, leaving you behind without a second glance as he scurries out the door, head ducked so he won’t meet Maurizio’s eyes.

You don’t move from the chair - just smooth your hands over your dress, the sour feeling of disappointment setting in your stomach. Crossing your arms over your chest, you stare at Mauri, whose cheeks are a precious shade of pink. “You don’t knock?” you ask, tone mocking, annoyed at him for ruining what could have been a fun night.

His eyes narrow, brows furrowing together. “It’s my study.” His voice is clipped–you can tell he’s just as annoyed with you as you are with him. You just huff in response, finally moving to stand. You watch him as you reach up to fluff your hair, making sure it’s not too mussed to pass as presentable. Maurizio’s jaw works under his skin; it’s clear he wants to say something else.

“So?” you gesture at him, exasperated, “Sputalo fuori. Spit it out.”

And oh, does he.

“I’m sick of seeing you with la schifezza like him. Trash.”

“Excuse me?” Your words come out in a laugh, your brows arched up to your hairline. You weren’t expecting him to speak so boldly.

“You’re always with these fucking guys, letting them treat you like shit,” he accuses, before spitting out his next word. “Coglioni. Idiots.”

You roll your eyes, waving your hand as if waving away his words. “Oh, sei uno stronzo, Maurizio. You’re an asshole. You are going to sit here and lecture me about relationships? I don’t think–”

“--I would treat you better,” he interrupts, words urgent, tone hard as steel.

You can’t help but bark out a laugh, incredulous and indignant. “Vaffanculo. Go fuck yourself. You come in here to scold me, acting like you know what’s best for my life? You want to control me, is that it? Did my mother put you up to this?” You pause, looking him up and down, beyond irritated. Perhaps you should be gentler, but you have had enough of people trying to decide how you should live.

Maurizio fidgets, gaze flicking to the chair behind you and back again, and there it is. Your lips curl up into a smirk, and you find yourself going in for the kill. “Oh, is that it? You like what you saw him doing? You want your face between my legs, hmm? Don’t pretend like you know how to be with a woman.” You get silence in response, though the blush creeping up his face gives you enough of an answer. You continue on your tirade, anger taking the reins now that you seem to have the upper hand. “Actually, you know what? Why don’t you treat me better?”

You sit back down in the chair heavily, yanking your dress back up to reveal your panties. You spread your legs as wide as you can, rubbing your palm over your covered cunt–obscene, an act done through sheer liquid courage and bravado.

“Why don’t you come over here, get on your fucking knees and prove it,” you snap at him, but as soon as you’ve said it your ire begins to fizzle out. You know deep down that you’re acting out because you feel betrayed by him. He was the one who was supposed to have your back through everything. He wasn’t supposed to judge you, wasn’t supposed to have expectations of you. He was supposed to be your friend, the same way you were his–and now, you have said things you already regret.

Maurizio stands stiff, jaw clenched, blue eyes fiery in a way you rarely see. He spares a look behind him at the door, and when he turns back to you his expression has loosened, softened. Then, suddenly, he’s striding across the room towards you, stopping short when he’s standing in front of your chair. You glare up at him, ready for any venom he spouts your way, ready for the consequences of your actions—but then he’s catching you off guard, sinking to his knees before you. Your eyebrows arch, and you start to sit up, protesting even as something dangerous stirs in your stomach. “Mau— “

“No,” he interrupts, his tone stern despite the nervous tremor in his voice. “You want me to prove it, and I will.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded, completely unprepared for this turn of events. One of his giant hands curls around your ankle, guiding your leg up; all you can do is watch as his thick fingers trace around the bottom of your shoe, pulling the heel off and setting it gently to the side. He moves to do the same thing with the other one, and you notice the way his hands shake. It snaps you out of your reverie, and you straighten up in your seat. “Maurizio.” You say, tone gentle. He ignores you in favor of pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your foot before lowering it back to the floor; the touch of his lips on your skin sends a jolt through your entire body.

You think you’re going to have to take more drastic measures to garner his attention but finally he sighs, looking up at your face though not quite being able to meet your gaze. “Do you not want me to?” he asks quietly, his previous anger gone from his voice.

The question should make you pause. You know what he’s really asking: do you not want me? You should say no, because you don’t, not really–not because it's him, but because you don’t want a relationship with anyone right now. And you aren’t sure he’s the type for hookups. He’s your best friend, maybe the only person in the world who understands you. He should be off limits, and yet– “Yes,” you say firmly, surprising yourself. “Yes, I want you to. But I don’t think you–”

“Don’t.” He shakes his head, his deep blue eyes finally meeting yours. “I am just as much a man as he is.”

You cannot argue. You want his mouth on you, as inexperienced as it is. Perhaps that just adds to the appeal of it all, knowing you were taking a part of him, knowing he was giving a part of himself away. And he’s right, he is a man; he can make his own decisions.

So, you bring one of your legs up, bracing your foot against the edge of the desk in front of you, finding a better position than you had in your heels. Maurizio’s breath hitches in his throat; you have a feeling that, despite his words, he still hadn’t expected you to say yes. His hands are warm when they guide your other foot against the desk as well, trapping himself between your legs. You scoot forward towards the end of the chair, giving him easier access; he licks over his lips, palms slip-sliding over your soft inner thighs until his thumbs can brush lightly over the lace that covers your pussy. The sensation makes you shiver–makes your cunt clench in anticipation. But Mauri suddenly seems frozen in place like a deer in headlights. You reach out to touch his cheek, smoothing the pad of your thumb over his sharp cheekbone. “Don’t be nervous, Maurizio. É solo en bacio. It is only a kiss.”

He huffs out a soft laugh, before finally leaning down to press his face between your thighs–and then promptly pulls back when the frames of his glasses smash into your skin. He comes up with a scarlet blush on his cheeks, glasses crooked on his face and smushed into his nose. He stutters out an apology, and you can tell the brief surge of confidence he’d just had has disappeared. You smile at him, reaching up to slip the frames off of his face before handing them to him. He places them on the desktop behind, and you notice how the tips of his ears are all pink.

“Solo en bacio,” you remind him, and he nods, allowing his hands to brush back up your inner thighs, spreading your legs even more for him to press his face back between them. You can tell he’s still nervous, but he takes your words to heart and presses a gentle kiss right in the center of your lace panties, the tip of his nose brushing above your clit. The shaky breath he lets out heats your skin, and suddenly he’s tightening his grip on your thighs and inhaling, letting out a broken sounding moan. A curse falls from his lips, lost between your legs, and then his big thumbs are–slowly–spreading you open, tugging your underwear to the side as well.

He’s quiet for a moment, just looking at your cunt; it makes you want to squirm, feeling like a bug under a microscope. But you force yourself to stay still, to let him look–you know what he’s seeing. You can feel how fucking wet you are already, though you aren’t sure if it’s from James’ earlier ministrations, from fighting with Maurizio, or from the anticipation of his mouth on you. For all you knew, it was all three.

Finally, he presses a kiss to your bare cunt–and then another, and another. They’re all chaste, but then he licks his lips to get more of your taste, and something must click. Because, suddenly, he seems to have a greater sense of urgency, his kisses sloppier and more eager, tongue sweeping through your folds like he can’t get enough. He’s so different from James--softer, but not in a bad way. He has no beard to scratch at your skin, and his hair is silky smooth where it tickles at your thighs. Maurizio has no finesse, but he’s thorough. He drinks in your cunt like it’s the finest wine, lapping and sucking noisily, rubbing his nose through your slick like he wishes to be drenched in you.

Christ, it makes you fucking dizzy.

He licks over your clit a couple times, clearly by accident, but it still makes you gasp, still makes you clench your thighs around his ears. The next time he does it, your hand flies to his head, burying your fingers in his long hair, aiming to hold him exactly where you need him–but then he’s pulling away, earning himself a noise of frustration from you. Maurizio turns his blue-eyed gaze to your face, his mouth and chin all shiny.

“Has he made you cum like this?” he asks as he looks up at you, eyes blown black with arousal. You think about lying, but decide against it. Instead, you run your fingers through his honey brown hair, the touch gentle, affectionate. You shake your head no; Maurizio’s grip on your thigh tightens so much you think he’ll leave bruises. Somehow, you don’t mind the idea.

“Show me,” he pleads, eyes searching yours. “Show me what to do. Voglio che tu venire. I want you to cum.” His voice is raspy and desperate, and makes a shiver go down your spine.

“Let me see your hand,” you say, trying to ignore the tremor in your voice. He obeys immediately, and you delight in how big his eyes get when you take his thumb into your mouth. You suck, and he whimpers, shifting on his knees; you try not to think about his cock all nice and hard in his charcoal grey trousers. When you determine you’ve gotten the digit sufficiently wet, you guide it down between your legs, pressing it against your clit. “Do you feel that?” The question comes out strained, the mere pressure enough to make you throb.

Maurizio nods, obviously catching on to your minute reactions; he always was a smart boy. He rubs over your clit gently, watching you intently; when you sigh and relax back into the chair, he puts a bit more rhythm into his movements. You watch him with half lidded eyes, biting down on your bottom lip before speaking. “S-sentirsi bene, Mau. Feels good. You can–you can kiss it, too.”

He does, his plush lips caressing your clit gently, giving it soft little kitten licks. It’s teasing in a way you know he doesn’t mean to be, and it makes you squirm, your hips wriggling against his face. Eventually you can’t take it anymore. “Smettila di essere così gentile. Stop being so polite.”

He chuckles against you, the sound quiet and familiar. There’s a pause, and then he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks–still gentle, but with far more pressure and intent than before. You cry out, clutching at his hair and shoulders, bucking your hips against his face, and it’s like he knows exactly what to do. He sucks and laps at your swollen clit, using the fat pad of his thumb to rub at the little nub as his tongue gets tired, kissing your cunt and thighs all the while. And when–to your own great surprise–you actually cum against his mouth, you think you’ve never been so thankful that he’s such a quick study.

“Maurizio,” you cry, neck arched back, thighs trembling where they've sagged against his broad shoulders. “Maurizio,” you sigh, coming down from your high, heart racing in your chest and fingers brushing through his hair. “Maurizio,” you whisper, watching him sit back on his heels, trailing his lips over your bare skin as he returns your legs and dress back to their proper positions. He’s flushed, hair in disarray; he licks over his plush pink lips, eyes dark as they trail up your body to your face. The two of you stare at one another in silence, unsure of what to say, of what to do.

–Until you straighten up, still a little breathless. “Get up.” It’s an order, one he scrambles to obey. Standing before you, his cock is placed right in front of your face, the bulge in his slacks absolutely indecent. He seems to notice, because he takes a step back, and promptly bumps into the edge of the desk. It knocks him off balance, and he sits back on it, eyes guarded as he watches you stand and press closer to him.

“Do you–” you start, settling your hand on one of his massive thighs. He only seems to understand what you’re asking when you slide your palm upwards, skirting past his cock to settle on the buckle of his belt. His gaze flies up to your face, and his hand quickly covers yours, stopping your movements. You freeze, and consider pulling away from him, but he holds you there as if trying to decide what exactly he wants.

“... No one’s ever touched me,” he finally says, and you can tell by his quiet tone that it’s a vulnerable admission.

“I know,” you say, because you do know. You know, and still you offer. It is his decision.

A beat, and then he nods, removing his hand from yours in order to brace himself against the face of the desk. You make quick work of his belt and zip, pulling his cock out with practiced ease. Maurizio hisses at your simple touch, and you know this will be over fast. His cock is the perfect size–not too big or too thick, but enough so that you know it would feel fucking incredible inside you. You flush at the thought, and try to shove the vision out of your mind. This was a one-time thing, you and Mauri. Nothing more.

He’s wet, precum dribbling steadily from the head; you have the sudden urge to taste him–instead, you spit into your hand before wrapping it more firmly around his cock. Maurizio lets out a strangled noise, hips jerking upwards frantically. You decide to take pity on him, not wasting any time as you start to jerk his cock, being sure to play with his foreskin, rubbing your thumb against his tip. You employ every little trick in the book, trying to figure out what he likes best.

It doesn’t really seem to matter; every little thing you do makes him shake, makes him moan. He hitches out your name urgently, and when you look up at him, he has tears in his eyes. You frown, slowing your movements, and Maurizio shakes his head frantically, reaching for you to pull you closer. “No. No, no, non fermarti. Oh Cristo, don’t stop, per favore.” He fumbles for your face with the hand that doesn’t currently have a death grip on the edge of the table, cradling your cheek in his palm as he struggles to calm his breathing.

You speed back up, preening at the way he’s begging for it, begging for you. “Si sente bene, Mauri? Does it feel good?”

He heaves in a breath, but chokes on whatever words he’s going to say; he nods his head quickly instead, not looking away from your face. His expression is twisted–part in pleasure, part in something that looks like trepidation, almost as if he fears his own release. You pull back his foreskin to rub at his frenulum, something that makes him let out a guttural-sounding sob, the look in his eyes frantic.

“Lascialo andare. Let go, Mau,” you tell him, wanting to keep your tone warm and reassuring. “I’ve got you.”

He whines, leaning in to press your foreheads together, his long nose nudging against yours. It’s intimate, tender–almost too much so. With anyone else you would pull away to put some distance between the two of you, but not with him. You both stay like that for what feels like a while, but is likely only a handful of seconds before his hand on your cheek is moving to curl around the back of your neck, holding onto you as if you’re the only thing anchoring him to earth. He says your name under his breath before pulling back to stare at you, eyes frantic. “Mi stai facendo venire,” he pants out, an astonished expression on his face, as if he’s surprised. “You’re going to make me cum.”

He goes silent when he orgasms, as if all the breath has been sucked from his lungs, hips jerking into your hand as he makes a mess all over your skin and his nice trousers. His hands clutch at you, clinging desperately as his body shakes. You settle your free hand on the back of his neck, mirroring him, brushing your thumb over his skin to soothe him. You stop stroking his cock when he starts choking out pained grunts, instead resting your messy palm on the desktop; you refuse to move in any other way, not wanting to jostle him as he drops his face into the crook of your neck.

Somehow, his clinginess doesn’t bother you or make you uncomfortable the way it normally would. You want to be here for him; you want him to have the time he needs to get his breathing under control, to let his head stop spinning. Your fingers move from his neck into his hair, massaging the bottom of his skull gently; Maurizio groans all low and quiet into your skin. You smile a little. “Are you alive?”

He nods, and there’s a pause before he finally sits back up to look at you. His expression is unreadable, but not because it’s closed off; instead, it seems to be full of too many emotions to decipher. Slowly, the two of you part–you each find tissues to use to tidy up at least enough to escape to a bathroom. Soon you’re both halfway presentable, hair smoothed back into place, undergarments straightened, clothing properly adjusted. You finally speak as you hand him his glasses, watching him set them on the bridge of his nose. “We’re okay, right?”

He nods with no hesitation, and it comforts you just a little. “We’re okay, Angellino.”

You choose to believe him.

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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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Meeting their gaze after throwing a coin in a fountain would be perfect for Gucci! Leading to an evening of him fulfilling your wishes! If you like the idea!!

Wish Come True {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

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**I used a translator application for the Italian words in this piece, as I do not speak fluent Italian. Apologies for any mistakes in translations!**

warnings: fluff. smut. single dad maurizio. oral sex (f receiving). handjob.

(possible) tw's: implied age gap (RC’s age not specified, but she’s 21+).

“Tesoro” means “darling” (direct translation: “treasure”) in Italian. “Gioia” means “joy” in Italian. “Stellina” means “star” in Italian.

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The annual Gucci family charity ball is tonight and you're honored to be in attendance. You've always wanted to attend the illustrious upper-class parties, and finally, your wish is coming true.

You're all dolled up in an evening gown that's definitely worth more than you currently have in your bank account, gifted to you for the night by a fashion designer colleague, paired along with styled hair and a full face of professionally-done makeup.

After a short taxi ride to the House of Gucci headquarters in downtown Florence, you step out into the chilly winter evening, draping the scarf over your shoulders as you walk into the building.

There's a huge, beautifully sculpted fountain right in the entryway, and you're in awe of it as you approach it. A few people standing around it throw in some coins, so you decide to do the same, pulling out your wallet to look for some.

When you finally locate one, you look up just as you're about to toss it, jaw dropping when you make eye contact with none other than the CEO of the House, Maurizio Gucci. He’s got one of his daughters on his hip, giving her a coin to toss into the fountain.

Blushing when you catch him looking, he turns his attention back to his daughters, placing the smaller one down on her feet. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as his daughters plays with some coins together, tossing them in all at once before asking their dad for more.

You smile to yourself at the sight, not used to seeing this much softer and less intimidating side of Maurizio. You toss your coin in, making a wish that the handsome CEO may or may not have been a part of, then look down at the luxury gift bag you were handed at the door.

You're so busy marveling at all the designer items in the bag that you don't even see him or his daughters make their way around the fountain.

"May I ask what you wished for?" Maurizio smiles as he steps up next to you.

Chuckling, you look up at him, biting your lip. "If I tell you, it won't come true."

“The night is still young, tesoro. Anything could happen.” He says, voice dipping lower. “This ball is said to be awfully magical, you know. In fact, my wish has already come true.”

“Oh, yeah? What did you wish for that’s already come true?”

His eyes meet yours in a gentle but seductive gaze. “I wished for the courage to come over here and speak to you.”

Your stomach drops, and you can’t help the embarrassing, girly giggle that comes from your lips. Oh my god, is this really happening right now? “You’re awfully sweet, Mr. Gucci.”

“Please, it’s Maurizio. And you are...?”

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize I hadn’t properly introduced myself.” You extend your hand to him with a smile. “I’m Y/N.”

He smiles, shaking your hand with a firm grasp. Classic businessman. “So, Y/N, since you helped me make my wish come true...” He steps around, now standing directly behind you. His warm, minty breath tickles your skin. “Is there anything I can do to help make your wish come true?”

You bite your lip. “Nothing that I wished for can be done in a setting like this. Especially with your daughters present.”

“Mmmmm,” Maurizio groans under his breath. “I see. Well, my ex-wife will be coming to pick the children up at seven...if you’re willing to wait a bit.”

Laughing softly, you look up at him from over your shoulder. “I’m sure you’re more than worth the wait, Maurizio.”

He smiles, then looks down at Alessandra and Allegra, who’re both tugging on his suit pants.

“Gioia, stellina, no more.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’ve used almost all of the ones in my wallet already.” 

You smile, feeling lucky to be seeing this gentler side of Maurizio. You never would’ve pegged him as really a ‘dad’ type, but clearly, he is.

They both pouts, giving him some serious puppy-dog eyes. He returns their look with a stern one, but it doesn’t last very long. He cracks, giving them each a few more coins. “Use them wisely, girls. No more after this, I mean it.”

“I’m sorry about that. It’s difficult to balance father time and work time, especially with my ex-wife Patrizia only having them only three days a week. I love them, of course, but it’s hard to do business with them around.” He sighs, running a hand through his graying hair. “But you don’t need to hear about any of that.”

You shake your head, smiling up at him. “No need to apologize, for any of it. I understand completely, and I think it’s sweet that you care so much about your daughters that you bring them along with you to things like this in order to spend time with them.”

“I’m happy they aren’t a total dealbreaker.” Maurizio says, reaching down so subtly graze his hand against yours. “Because I truly do like you, Y/N, and I hope that we can get to know each other tonight.”

“I look forward to it. I should probably get over to my table, but you’re more than welcome to come over and sit with me, whenever you’re ready.”

“I will certainly take you up on that offer, tesoro. See you soon.”

You smile and wave him goodbye before making your way over to your seat, already counting the minutes until the clock strikes seven.

-

As you take the last sip of wine from your glass, the band begins to play a lively, upbeat tune. You sigh as some couples make their way onto the floor and begin dancing together.

A touch on your shoulder startles you, and you turn your head, met with the sight of Maurizio. He extends his hand towards you.

“May I have this dance?”

You nod, eagerly standing and taking his outstretched hand. He leads you onto the dance floor, placing his hands on your waist while yours wrap around the back of his neck.

The two of you sway together to the music, going along with the faster pace of the song. Soon, he’s twirling you around, really letting loose and having some fun with it.

He’s usually so uptight, as you have to be in the business world, but tonight...you’ve never seen him looking so carefree. His lightly gelled hair has been tussled, and his glasses have begun to slide down the bridge of his nose.

You’re having so much fun, probably the most fun you’ve had with a man in a long time. Despite him being a few years your senior, you feel such a connection to Maurizio. 

While you dance the night away, the two of you talk a bit and get to know one other a bit, and the sparks just continue to fly with each new piece of information learned. 

Much to your dismay, the singer announces the final song of the night; a slow song. You return to your original position, his hands on your waist and yours draped over his shoulders, swaying side to side to the slow tune. You rest your head on his chest, sighing softly as his thumbs rub circles on your hips.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight, Maurizio.” You say, smiling up at him.

He looks flattered, a light pink painting his cheeks. “I had a good time with you as well, Y/N.”

Soon, the song ends and you pull apart slowly, holding each other’s hands as you look into each other’s eyes. Everyone else begins to grab their things and leave, but you two just stay like this, wrapped up in each other’s gazes.

“Would you like to come back to my house for a glass of wine?” Maurizio asks, sliding his hands down onto your hips. “I’d love to hear more about that wish you made earlier, and all the different ways I can make it come true.”

“That could take all night, if you’re willing to try all the different ways.” You smirk, rubbing your hands over his chest.

His breath hitches, and he bends down swiftly to capture your lips, kissing you with a fierce intensity. He backs you against a nearby wall, squeezing your hips gently while pressing his forward, grinding himself against your pelvis.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night long.”

You laugh softly, toying with the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I’ve been wanting you to do that all night long.”

-

Maurizio’s second-story penthouse looks exactly as you imagined it would; dripping with luxury, designer items all throughout, and lined in posh white marble; not unlike the House itself. 

You barely have time to look around, though, because as soon as he locks the front door, he’s pushing you back towards the black leather couch. His lips are all over yours, arms wrapped around your torso.

“Let me see you.” He breathes, fingers teasing the back buttons on your dress.

You smirk, turning around to face away from him, the buttons and zipper of your dress now right in front of him. 

“I’m all yours, Maurizio.”

His fingers move quickly to undo the top few buttons, then unzip your gown the rest of the way. He’s more than delighted (and aroused) when the gown falls from your body, torso bare minus a pair of black lace panties.

He wraps his arms around you, hands grabbing and squeezing your breasts while his lips work at your neck and shoulders. Your back arches and a soft sigh escapes your lips, breath hitching when his thumb and forefinger pinch your pebbled nipples gently.

“Tesoro. You’re so beautiful, so perfect.”

You whine softly when he presses his pelvis against your backside, allowing you to feel his hardness. “P-Please,”

Maurizio smirks against your skin, nuzzling your neck. “What do you need?”

“Something...anything...just want you.”

Suddenly, he spins you around and scoops you up in his arms, rushing you into his bedroom. He puts you down on the bed, laying down so that his head rests between your thighs.

“Tell me about your wish, Y/N. I want to hear every single detail.” His nose nudges and swipes against the fabric of your now-damp panties.

You bite your lip, looking down at him. “Well, I...I wished for y-you to ask me back to your place tonight.”

“Mmmmmm,” He hums, placing a kiss on your crotch. “And what were you hoping would happen, if I brought you back to my house?”

“I-I wanted you to--o-oh--I w-wanted you to, uh, kiss me.”

Maurizio laughs softly as he pulls his button-up off, now working to loosen his tie. “Is that all you wanted me to do, tesoro?”

You shake your head. “No...I also wanted you to t-taste me. Kiss me...down there.”

He groans softly, slipping the tie from around his neck and unbuckling his belt. Once he’s slid the belt from the loops of his suit pants, he brings his hands up to yank your panties down.

“Oh Y/N,” His eyes widen at the sight of your glistening treasure. “You’re so wet.”

You gasp when, suddenly, his mouth is on you. Who would’ve thought that he’d be so bold?

“M-Maurizio!”

He mouths at your folds, tongue joining the mix soon after, rubbing against your clit. He’s thoroughly enjoying your reactions, cock now swollen completely and pressing desperately against his dress pants.

His hips naturally roll against the mattress, seeking friction for the aching problem, causing him to groan against your folds. The vibrations make your hips jump, grinding further against his mouth.

Your hand weaves in his graying hair, tugging the strands while his mouth continues its eager assault on your folds. His tongue breaches your entrance, swirling around and teasing it, which makes the noises coming from your lips get progressively louder as your orgasm draws nearer.

“I’m close,” You breathe, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m g-gonna cum...”

“Go ahead, tesoro. Let go, let yourself fall.”

With only a few more swipes of his skilled tongue, your release hits with sudden intensity. You cry out softly, biting down on your lip as your juices flood into his mouth. 

Maurizio licks up every drop eagerly, pulling away shortly after, licking his lips. He sits up, then, undoing the button and zipper on his trousers. You watch intently as he reveals himself to you, his hardened length standing proudly from his abdomen, tip red and shimmering with precum.

He blushes as you look at him, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I admit that I’m certainly not the man I used to be...getting old does that to you.”

“No, no, you’re incredible, Maurizio.” You immediately shake your head, biting your lip as you rise to your knees in front of him, hands on his chest. “Truly. You’re so handsome.”

The corners of his lips tug up into a beaming smile, but he bites his lip to try and hide it.

“You’re very kind, Y/N. I am undeserving of such praise, but I appreciate it, nonetheless.”

He leans in to kiss you again, grunting into your mouth when your hand slithers down to wrap around his length. He’s hot to the touch, throbbing in your palm as you begin to stroke him.

“O-Oh,” His forehead rests on yours, hips pushing forward further into your touch. “I h-haven’t been touched like this i-in--dio (god)--quite a while. And y-your hand...it feels so g-good.”

You smile, pumping him with a bit more vigor. He moans, bucking his hips forward instinctively. 

“Y/N...you’ll h-have to stop soon...not g-gonna--cazzo (fuck)--not gonna l-last!” His eyebrows knit together, quickly pulling himself from out of your hold, length twitching angrily from the loss of orgasm. He sighs, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’m a bit embarrassed that a handjob brought me so close in only five minutes. That doesn’t bode well for the actual sex.”

“That doesn’t matter to me. I just want to make you feel good.” You whisper, running your hands over his abdomen.

He chuckles softly, hand cupping your cheek. “You’ve already succeeded in that, I assure you.”

Your lips are on his once more, gliding together harmoniously as he positions himself at your entrance. After giving you one more look, and when you nod, he slowly pushes himself into your wet heat.

“Maurizio!” You gasp, walls stretching around him.

His eyes shut, forehead resting against yours as he adjusts to the feeling of being buried inside you. His breath comes in the form of shaky pants, opening his eyes to look into yours after a minute.

“C-Can I move?”

You nod, hands resting on the nape of his neck, teasing the hair on the back of his neck. “Yes, please.”

Maurizio draws his hips back before pushing forward again, groaning when he’s buried fully inside you once more. He establishes a steady but relatively slow rhythm to start off, getting back into his groove after a lengthy dry spell, which you were more than fine with since you too haven’t done something like this in a little while.

Your back arches when his pace speeds up slightly, the steady slapping and squelching of your union echoing around the large bedroom. You move your hands up to tangle in his graying hair, tugging the locks gently, testing the waters.

His low growl gave you all you needed to know about his enjoyment of the light tug, fingers clutching the strands a bit harder. His jaw clenches as his hips speed up again, breath heavy through his nose.

“My god, you a-are incredible.” He groans, kissing your lips several times over. “So beautiful, s-so tight and wet for me.”

You moan softly, clenching your insides around him, earning you a strangled growl from the handsome man above you.

“Oh M-Maurizio...shit, you feel s-so good.”

Your words seem to spur him on further, his elbows pressing down into the mattress next to your shoulders as his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw goes slack. He’s close.

“Where can I...where d-do you want me to...?” He breathes, nostrils flared, seemingly trying to hold off his impending orgasm.

“J-Just...just cum o-on my stomach.”

His head offers you a small nod, followed by a series of small grunts and groans, hips now pistoning into you at a rapid pace. You know that you’re not going to cum again tonight but you don’t mind, wanting to bring him the same pleasure that he brought you earlier tonight. 

It doesn’t take much longer for him to reach his peak, pulling out and stroking himself overtop your torso, head falling back when the first rope of his release paints your stomach.

“Cazzo!” Maurizio curses, groaning as he rides out his high.

You chew your lip as he coats your torso in ropes of his release, feeling the liquid begin to dribble down your stomach and slither over your ribcage to land on the luxurious silk below. 

He lays down next to you after a minute, completely spent, chest riding and falling at a considerable pace. The cum begins to dry on your skin and you move to get up, but Maurizio is quick to stop you, sitting up.

“Allow me.”

A minute later, he emerges from the bathroom with a wet washcloth, gently wiping his spend from your skin. He rinses it off and hangs it over the side of the sink before crawling back onto the mattress.

You smile when he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. He cradles the back of your head with his large hand, planting kisses all over your face, something that makes you giggle. 

“So, did your wish come true tonight, tesoro?” He asks, smiling softly.

You nod immediately, reaching up to cup his cheek, thumb swiping over his cheekbone gently.

“Indeed, it did.”

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Mark You Mine*

Truth or Dare*

My Girl*

Daddy’s Good Girl*

“I’m Sorry, Sugar.”*

Hiking to the Falls*

Your Parents’ House*

Our Marriage Story

Did You Eat?

Marlboro*

Happy Holidays

( DANIEL JONES X F!READER )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN X F!READER )

( CHARLIE BARBER X F!READER )

( RONNIE PETERSON X F!READER )

( BEN SOLO/KYLO REN X F!READER )

( RICK SMOLAN X F!READER )

( JUDE X F!READER )

( PAUL SEVIER X F!READER )

( HENRY MCHENRY X F!READER )

( JASON ROBERTS X F!READER )

( AL CODY X F!READER )

( ADAM X F!READER )

( ALLAN X F!READER )

( PATERSON X F!READER )

( MAURIZIO GUCCI X F!READER )

( MATT SOLO X F!READER)

[glassbxttless]

Hi! Thank you for checking out my work! I appreciate it more than you know! Below the cut you’ll find each of my fics organized and linked by character! You can find my archived work in The Archive! You can also find my writing challenges here (this includes things such as Kinktober and Writer Wednesday!)

if you prefer to read my work else where, although i’m slow to update, you can find me on wattpad and ao3!

I do take requests, and currently they are open! Before requesting please make sure you read my writing rules page!

Just as a reminder— my work is STRICTLY 18+. Please respect this boundary (Minors DO NOT INTERACT— you WILL be blocked from my content.) Please head warnings and tags. You are responsible for curating your own online experience.

updates are always posted at 10am or 7pm EST!

**as of 03.27.23 this list is still being updated**

( MOST RECENT UPDATES )

01. Little Poppet (Commanded Mills x f!Reader) / 04.10.23

02. Fluent with a Zipper (Steve Harrington x f!Reader)* / 04.23.23

03. L&D Baby (Steve Harrington x f!Reader) / 04.18.23

04. Her Love is my Religion (Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader) / TBA

05. Chapters (Paterson x f!Reader)* / 04.05.23

( ADAM DRIVER )

COMMANDER MILLS

PATERSON

MATT SOLO

MAURIZIO GUCCI

JACK GLADNEY

( JOSEPH QUINN )

EDDIE MUNSON

( JOE KEERY )

STEVE HARRINGTON

KURT KUNKLE

( SEBASTIAN STAN )

BUCKY BARNES

DAYTON WHITE

STEVE/BRENDON

( SCREAM FRANCHISE )

BILLY LOOMIS

STU MACHER

[glassbxttless]

Thank you for celebrating 1000 followers and my return from Hiatus with me! Although it took some weeks to finish, the requests that were sent in were amazing! And now that (almost) everything has been posted, you can find all of the content from this event linked below! **This will be updated when the final two fics are posted!**

Smut is indicated with * — My fics are STRICTLY 18+

Combined Word Count: 15.7k+

Seashells (Commander Mills x f!Reader)

-> 1.9k+ ;; Mills is home from a mission and he can’t take another night without you promising to be his one.

Moon Magic (Commander Mills x f!Reader)*

-> 1.8k+ ;; You’ve missed Mills entirely too much and find yourselves relaxing in your favorite place, just past those old trees.

Little Poppet (Commander Mills x f!Reader)

-> 1.3k+ ;; Mills really loves being a dad, and tonight he’s so tired but he soaks up every single second.

Dragon’s Lair (Eddie Munson x f!Reader)*

-> 2.0k+ ;; After a private conversation with Eddie, you find yourself waiting for anything in his favorite arcade.

The Tide (Matt Organa-Solo x f!Reader)

-> 1.7k+ ;; You finally get to meet Matt’s mom, as his girlfriend and not just a girl in his circle.

Mrs. Infamous (Matt Solo x f!Reader)*

-> 0.0k ;; Matt catches you in a lie, so of course you have to learn your lesson.

Fluent with a Zipper (Steve Harrington x f!Reader)*

-> 3.6k+ ;; Steve’s got a crush and he might finally get to act on it.

Chapters (Paterson x pregnant!Reader)*

-> 2.0k+ ;; You delight Paterson with some very shocking news not too long after the birth of your first child.

That Girl (Maurizio Gucci x Chanel!Daughter)

-> 0.0k ;; It’s 1970, you’re the granddaughter of Coco Chanel— and you meet the grandson of the great, Guccio Gucci, Maurizio, by fate while you’re studying for an exam.

Her Love is my Religion (Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader)

-> 1.0k+ ;; Even after four years of marriage, Maurizio still loves you like it’s Day One.

#masterlist #follower celebration #1000 follower celebration #commander mills #eddie munson #paterson #matt the radar technician #steve harrington #maurizio gucci

[glassbxttless]

Cece - (she/her) / 24 / brown eye enthusiast— sometimes a writer, but barely.

my blog is strictly 18+— minors do not interact.

( DIRECTORY )

Masterlist / The Archive / Tag List / Peach & Cece’s Personal AU Blog / Discord Server / Etsy

-> REQUESTS ARE OPEN <-

Read Before You Request!

( RECENTLY UPDATED )

01. Little Poppet (Commander Mills x f!Reader) / 04.10.23

02. Fluent with a Zipper (Steve Harrington x f!Reader)* / 04.23.23

03. L&D Baby (Steve Harrington x f!Reader) / 04.18.23

04. Her Love is my Religion (Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader) / 04.22.23

05. Chapters (Paterson x f!Reader)* / 04.05.23

#glassbxttles #glassbxttless #Cece’s ADCU #glassbxttless adcu

[peachyproserpina]

Old Ladies First Masterlist

Here it is! My First Masterlist! Do I know how this works? No. Also @glassbxttless made my graphics because they are the best fucking person ever.

* indicates smut

ADCU

4 AM Dad! Paterson - Paterson x Fem!Reader

Thick Like Honey * - Paterson x Fem!Reader

"You're So Golden" - Paterson x Fem! Reader / William McTavish x Fem!Reader, Requests

"Do you think of me sometimes?" Paterson x Fem!Reader , requests

"Birthday Blurbs Pt. 1" Paterson x Fem!Reader

I'd like to think that it would be tender * - Kylo x Fem!Reader -DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

The Judge - Kylo x Fem! Reader - Birthday Blurbs 3

Peachy's World (A Modern! Kylo x Peachy Self ship AU)

Introduction

Writer Wednesday

Needy Kylo Request Kylo x Fem! Reader

Hard Day - Jason (SVU) x Fem!Reader

Oops Pt. 1 Oops Pt. 2* -Jason (SVU) x Fem!Reader

"S*x Thing" - Jason x Fem!Reader, Requests

Silk Shorts* Blaise ( Del Taco Guy) x Fem! Plus size!Reader

"You're So Golden" - Paterson x Fem! Reader / William McTavish x Fem!Reader, Requests

"Dinner Prep"* Matt Solo x Fem!Reader, Requests

Others:

Cherry Pie* Clyde Logan X Fem!Reader

Summer Days* Clyde Logan x Fem!Reader

Birthday Blurbs Masterlist

Dirty Old Man* Jack Gladney x Fem!Reader

Mine* Alpha! Flip x Omega! F!Reader

Weekend Getaway* Alpha!Flip x Omega!F!Reader

Bundling* Omega! Adam Sackler x Alpha!F! Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Ai Mali Estremi, Estremi Rimedi* Maurizio Gucci x F!Reader

Wickedly Domestic- A John Wick AU

Chapter 1: Roommates and Puppies

Chapter 2: Coffee and Traffic

Chapter 3: Meetings and Breakdowns

#peachy writes #masterlist #john wick #adcu