Un Animale Chiuso Dentro Il Palmo Dell’avversario.

louise: "congratulations, honey, on the final race, welcome home to me and the girls" 😭

This is what I want. Too bad there isn’t a diner in my town…

Light.

“He’s my muse, a beautiful man. So perfect. I can’t find any imperfections, superficially and internally. He was made, crafted from the Gods. They knew that a woman like me would fall for a man like him. They created him for me. Oh my god I look like an obsessed fan.”

I’m his partner in crime. Whenever he’s got a mission I’m there to help him. I can see him in action. Can you imagine how lucky am I? 

I write and sing and talk about him.  

I do so many things for him. 

“You are infatuated with him.” 

How do you know? The answer is No. 

And I’m married to him. 

I admire him. He inspires me. Brown, dark eyes. Dull eyes. Staring at me. Or more like glaring. He hates me. 

I try to give him my light. He doesn’t wanna come in. I tell him: “turn your light on”. He doesn’t wanna love me. 

He yells. Not at me. He doesn’t raise his voice to me. He knows. I’d bash his head on the wall. 

He yells. To himself. Because he assumes it’s his fault. But the light isn’t on. 

Come in. Turn the light on. They crafted you for me. Why can’t you understand it? Do you accept it?

You will always be tied to me. I won’t ever abandon you. How could I? I can’t even imagine it. 

Let’s talk about it again. Now try to turn the light off. Can you come in? 

Did you know there’s a way to leave me? 

Oh you are so divine. I do adore you. I hate you. Je te déteste.  

I cherish your rare smiles. Le sourire. 

Excuse my French. Fuck it, no don’t. I studied it and turned myself purely French for you. I can’t make a mistake.  

Would you want to forget me?

You are a puzzle. You don’t drink alcohol. No beers, no whiskey neat and no vodka. You cherish Russian poetry. You’d recite it to me every night, I’d listen to you till you’d fall asleep. I’d remove the book from your hands and lay you in the bed, covering you with a soft plaid. Watch your sleeping face until my eyes close to sleep. And dream about you and I. 

And I say that I’m not in love with you. Ha, even I laugh with my stupid bullshit. 

Demons took my kindness for weakness. Think about it. Were you a demon? Or was I a succubus? 

You were the incubus and I the succubus. Yes, we torment each other at night, at the same time and moment. And I love it. 

I shall tell you the truth: You took my kindness for weakness, used me like a rag doll and I loved it. 

I used you too. Treated you as if you were my true love. I had no right. No right to force you to cherish me. And still, you did it. You took my kindness for weakness and I didn’t complain. Because you are my man. 

You caress my face. You touch my plumpy lips while murmuring words in russian. Perhaps you are insulting me, but it doesn’t matter to me. I get to feel your calloused fingers. That arouses me. It makes me sick, I want to smash your head on the wall. 

You are on a mission. I’m your accomplice. You interrogate the bastards and I shoot them in the head. No hesitation. I read your eyes and understand that I have to move. 

Your light is on at that moment and I don’t say a thing. I don’t want to ruin that moment.

Come over and stay with me in the garden. Read me some Russian poetry and I will prepare some Medovik for you. You are allergic to honey. 

It’s simple, I love you. 

You touch my curves. You adore them. You are addicted to them. And I take care of you every night, you touch me. Your touches are soft. Your hands are cool, I shiver. Oh please come in. 

It kinda makes me laugh. We love each other. We hate each other. We deteste each other. We honor each other. We are addicted to each other. But what are we?

We are married.  

the wedding ♡

sonny corleone x reader blurb

kinda got carried away with this one lol. i am unapologetically in love with sonny corleone. disregard the strange format haha i don't get it either ;o woc friendly as always :) enjoy

"oh god, i want you on my lips..."

background

connie had been your inseparable companion since childhood. the two of you were only 15 when you left for (your state). you never anticipated your family's sudden move, and weren't given the chance to a proper goodbye.

years later, you returned to new york, scraping up enough money for a modest apartment in the bronx.

by pure coincidence, you stumbled into mrs. corleone at a sicilian bakery in manhattan. more than delighted to see you again, she invited you to connie's upcoming wedding as a surprise.

the journey to vito corleone's long island mansion was strenuous; you didn't own a car, and biked most of the distance

the guards promptly opened the gates for you after getting the 'okay' from mama corleone

as you struggled to lug your beaten yellow bike up the crowded gravel driveway in heels you felt a presence at your side, "you need a hand honey?"

his voice was coarse yet smoother than honey

his eyes studied your side profile as you kept your gaze to the gravel, not daring to face him

"that who i think it is?" he asked, the edges of his mouth curling into a sly grin

you knew connie's eldest brother, sonny, as nothing more than a hot-headed nuisance that teased you mercilessly as a teen - which made your feelings for him all the more confusing

finally, you rolled back your shoulders and looked up to face him, trying hard not to smile back at the grinning bastard

"there she is!" he laughed, pinching your soft cheek

you swatted his hand away, turning your head in an attempt to mask your embarrassment. "stop that, sonny!"

eventually, he carried your bike into the front entrance, insulting your beloved vehicle the entire way.

"you still cruisin' around on this piece of shit?"

"hey, it has sentimental value!"

he insisted that he would buy you one brand new, but you declined

the ceremony went smoothly, and connie was overjoyed to see you again

you sat with a glass of wine rested in the palm of your hand, perpetually exhausted from the non-stop drinking and dancing of the wedding reception

a drunken fredo took it upon himself to join you at your empty table, getting uncomfortably up-close and personal with you

"hey, how ya been y-y/n?" he burped

it wasnt long before sonny came to your aid

"aye- freddy, get a move on, will ya?"

fredo stared blankly at his brother, completely dumbfounded

"what are ya waiting for, a kiss on the cheek? get lost," sonny ordered

fredo scurried away to michael's table without another word

you masked your chuckle with a slender hand, "thanks, sonny."

"anytime, toots. what'd'ya say we head inside, huh? i got somethin to show ya."

you shrugged why not and allowed him to lead you into the mansion by hand

you pinched the edges of your satin dress with your free hand, lifting it to keep from tripping

"slow down, sonny!"

"better learn to keep up, y/n."

the two of you arrived in what you remembered to be his old bedroom. you were never allowed into it, of course, but it appeared to be untouched since the last time you saw it

"alright now, close those big eyes'a yours"

you hesitantly closed your eyes one by one, smiling like an idiot

"hold out your hand."

"if you pull something sonny, i swear to god."

when you opened your eyes, you found a gold-plated gemstone bracelet resting comfortably in your hand. it was a sacred family heirloom and the only tangible piece of your mother you had left

"no fuckin' way. sonny!"

he had his hands fixed in his pockets, smiling humbly

"i found it after you left, and i knew what it meant to you so uh, i kept it for a little bit; in case you came back."

in that moment you wanted to hug him with every fiber of your being; to kiss him on his soft pink lips; to lay with him on that very bed, and never let go

"i can't believe it. you don't know how much this means to me."

the sonny that stood before you was a version of him not many had the pleasure of knowing. he was kind, gentle, considerate

tom hagen entered the room, alerting sonny that the family photos were ready to be taken

you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist and coyly exited the room, returning to the reception

you watched as the corleone's prepared for the family portrait, waving shyly at sonny with a soft smile

"c'mere," he beckoned, as the cameraman readied his device

connie encouraged you to join him, waving you over

(forgot to mention! sonny's wife and kids don't exist in this au)

sonny snaked a strong arm around your satin covered waist, and reeled you into his chest

afterwards, the cameraman insisted to take a picture with the two of you alone

you planted a kiss on sonny's deep dimple as the camera flashed

you smiled into his light stubble and felt yourself melt beneath him

you danced with him for the remainder of the night, and just as you were about to leave he offered to drive you home, but not without taking you out to eat first

the two of you spent the evening sharing milkshakes and laughing loudly at a nearby diner

sonny played your favorite song on the jukebox and it was a miracle to you that he even remembered it

he dropped you home with a slow, tender kiss

"pick you up tomorrow?"

trying to ride simon but failing miserably every time. he'll never request it from you, no, but what man doesn't love to have his beautiful girl bouncing on his veiny cock, your breasts at perfect level to be squeezed and nipples sucked? to feel himself impaling your pussy, abusing your cervix but you're too fucking desperate to care about the dull ache in your stomach.

you're working yourself so hard, puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each bounce, his blond pubes leaving teasing kisses that threaten to drag you over the edge. but simon is greedy, he needs more of you, faster and harder. he needs to control you.

you know as soon as his legs spread apart on the bed, it's over for you, control is immediately gone. he plants his feet down on the mattress, his hips propping you up, pushing his leaking cock even further than you felt was possible, his full balls pressed against your plushy ass.

his strong arms wrap around you, pulling your upper half down onto him so your chests are pressed together, locking you into place as he fucks you. your mind is foggy, the sense leaving your brain at the intense pleasure he gives you, tight walls strangling his throbbing dick, a silent plea for him to destroy your insides. cream dribbles out of your pussy, trailing down his balls to the sheets, leaving a damp stain in its wake.

hot tears are pouring out of your eyes, pure bliss enveloping you as he uses you as his cum dump. the only words you can blabber out are "fuck simon!" and even then your tongue struggles to work properly, senses overloaded as your orgasm washes over you, the pressure in your head so intense black dots line your vision.

you can't hear or think, only feeling the vibration of simon's chest against yours with his low groans, probably praising how good you feel and that he's right there but you're too fucked out to understand. you can only feel the sweat dripping down his chest, his skin sticking to yours as he fucks you into oblivion.

his thighs stutter as he finishes, filling you as deep as he can go with ropes of hot, thick white cum. it fills you to the brim, dripping out of your pussy and down your inner thighs, only adding to the soiled sheets beneath you. slowing his thrusts to a stop, he pushes you up by the shoulders, taking a good look at your flushed face. drool is pooled in the corner of your mouth, red cheeks stained with tears, looking as wrecked and beautiful as ever.

his dark brown eyes dance along your body, as if taking a mental video of your chest rising and falling rapidly, attempting to catch your breath while looking at him with that glossy look in your eye.

so yeah, you may fail to ride him to orgasm every time, but fuck is it worth it.

Excuse le rouge.

Red.

All I see is red.

There’s blood everywhere. I should be terrified, but I’m not. It’s not strange to me. This blood means so much to me. It shows how much he cares for me.

They envied me. Provoked me.

I warned them, nicely. They didn’t listen to me. And I smirked.

He loves me. I love him.

That blood shows his devotion to me. And that, arouses me. Excites me.

I don’t want flowers. Neither chocolates.

He gives me what I need.

Protection, devotion, obsession, possession and his body with his heart.

He knows me so well.

I want to give him children. He knows. He grins and pounds harder, deeper.

Now that we’ve come this far, I don’t know how to explain to you the connection we have. The truth is, he makes love to me. Our bodies are united. He knows my body so well. He gives me what I need.

Oh my devoted man. My dream man.

Touch me. Look at me, I’m dripping, creaming, making a mess.

Please.

Je t’aime et je te déteste.

With love, your woman K.

AWWWW MICKIIII

THE HOLDING HANDS. THE BRACELETS. THE VIBES. THIS IS THE PERFECT SOFT LAUNCH.

remember the time he got so drunk and happy he randomly yelled 'vamos' in the middle of a club

I don't have coherent thoughts