#i love self indulgent stuff ayyyy

[the-darklings]

Hi so.. I just finished watching The Ruthless on Netflix (because riccardo looked v cute in it) and there’s a scene, SPOLIER.. where his mistress asks him to marry her😳 I immediately thought of Camorra V because like she’d be that 👏bitch👏 she knows V!santi and she loves, adores, and understands him and if he just gives her the chance she’s willing to prove it. I just wanna know what his reaction would be to her proposing in a very uncharacteristically vulnerable situation 👉👈🥺

You are right. She is. So:

…

“Bella?”

His voice is thick with sleep, his words scratchy and low, causing you to glance over your shoulder with a slight grin. 

Finally managing to hook the diamond earring into your ear, you turn to face him. 

The sight of him sprawled across your sheets, his lips bitten and hair mussed, fills you with a warm sense of feminine satisfaction. No one has ever looked so good in your bed before despite how many have tried to crawl into it. Very few have been granted the privilege but this man…

“Good morning, grumpy.”

He licks his lower lip, and even though he looks sleepy and softer than usual, you still feel the drag of his gaze down your body. The appreciation there, the heat. 

Oh, how far you have come. 

“Going already?”

Suppressing a smirk, you cut across the room and have to fight back a laugh at the intent way he watches you move. He’s on his back, a hand resting behind his head and you admire the lean cuts and dips of his chest and arms. The marks of your lovemaking are still visible on his tanned skin and an irrational part of you feels smug at that, too. 

There is no one left that could ever question what you and your delightful Viper have now. 

Your eyes drag down his form slowly. Down his chest and stomach, catching only a glimpse of his bare hip before your silken sheets hide away the rest. You linger on there, thinking over a great many things you will do with him…later.

Santino’s breaths have evened out under your scrutiny, and when you finally look at him the burn of hunger in those gorgeous green eyes is clear. Your legs brush against your shared bed as you come to a stop and you grin softly at him. 

“Hmm, a criminal empire doesn’t run itself, darling,” you remind him, but it’s a gentle, teasing thing. 

Santino’s other hand comes to cup the back of your thigh, his thumb rubbing a loving circle against your knee. “Stay with me this morning,” he says, his voice hoarse and your eyelashes flutter at his touch. “Don’t go.”

Damn him. Him and his ability to turn you into… this. 

Your patience might have been reward but he makes you feel unearthed too often. You’re not used to such a feeling, nor do you particularly enjoy relying on anyone but yourself. 

Sighing, you shake your head slightly. But that look in his eyes is so inviting that you hitch your dress higher before climbing onto the bed smoothly, straddling him with a simple parting of your legs. 

His breath hitches as you lower yourself onto his lap, making it your throne. Your fingers graze up the strong, lean muscles of his chest, and his arms wrap around you in reply. One comes to rest against your lower back, keeping you steady while his other settles against your thigh, lazily stroking the skin there. So similar to last night when his fingers sank into the flesh of your leg to keep them hooked around his waist. His grip then was desperate but now it’s tender. 

You lean over him, ghosting your lips over his and he groans, tilting his head so he can demand a kiss from you. Smiling into the kiss, you swipe your tongue over his lower lip just like you saw him do earlier, and swallow the breathless rumble from deep inside his chest. His grip on your tightens and you can feel the effect you’re having on him. Good. 

You refuse to be alone in your passion. In this hunger. 

Your mouth traces over his jaw and you press a slow kiss against his neck. And there—

A whiff of your perfume from last night still lingers on his skin and you kiss the skin again, savouring the warmth against your lips. God, you do enjoy him far, far too much. 

“If you do that again,” he warns, his voice strangled, deliciously low. “You will not be leaving this bed, amore. I don’t much care about your meetings.”

You kiss his neck again—this time adding tongue and a scrape of teeth against his pulse, too. Your fingers stroke the familiar silver chain that was once your mother’s possessively and you repeat the gesture again. His arms snap to your hips, his touch deliberate and letting you know that he’s moments away from switching your positions and you chuckle, lifting your head to look at him.

“What’s this?” you murmur, your thumb brushing over his cheek and you don’t shy away from his raging stare. No sleepiness to be found in his eyes now. “I thought you wanted me to stay?”

“Devil woman.”

Your slight grin stretches and his own gaze softens a touch, too, focusing on your smile. Perhaps due to the rarity of them. Genuine ones, at least. It’s certainly the same with him. Once every smile and laugh have felt like a victory. Now he gives them more freely. Unguarded. Just for you. 

He’s dangerous. Not only because of who he is or what he can do but because—

It’s been several months of this. Several months of no walls, no reservations. Months of laughter and danger and all-consuming sort of passion. It’s like the friendship you’ve had for years has been amplified. But it doesn’t change what you know deep down. 

“What is it?”

You blink at his question, at the warmth of his fingers against your cheek. His thumb brushes over your mouth, and you kiss it lightly, shaking your head. 

“Nothing.”

Shifting, you move to get off his lap but his hand wraps around your wrist, stilling you. 

“Tell me.”

Your eyebrow arches in amusement and you fight back another smile. Not many have lived past trying to command you. In fact, only Gianna and Hector could get away with using that tone with you. And now him. 

For a long moment, you only look at him. The tensions between you seems to have transformed, and you scrutinise him for another silent minute before you finally speak.

“I’m thinking,” you begin quietly and lean closer again, gripping the tip of his chin between your manicured fingernails. Painted a pretty, vivid green. It was his birthday last night after all. A little tribute was a must, as was the shimmering dark green gown you had worn. The very same one he could barely wait long enough to rip off your body. “That if you continue looking at me like that, I might just steal you away forever and marry you, green eyes.” 

He goes rigid beneath you. 

It takes him a second to resume breathing again and you pull away with a knowing, cynical tilt of your mouth. 

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him with a chuckle, playing for unfazed. “I’m not putting any rings on you just yet. Besides, if Gianna and Hector learned that I had to force you into a marriage, I would never hear the end—”

He kisses you. Deeply and with his hands coming to cup your cheeks as he tugs you closer. You feel him pour every ounce of emotion into it and a shiver crawls up your spine. The kiss is almost bruising and the tip of his nose digs into your cheek, his hot breath searing across your lips when he finally pulls back. 

It’s been months of passion and frankly mindblowing sex between you because god knows both of you can be insatiable but…

He has never kissed you quite like that. It’s like being kissed with more than just lips, more than his hands or eyes. 

Shuddering, you press your mouth into a thin line, feeling that dizzying quiver deep inside your chest. It scares you sometimes, even if you would never admit to anyone but your sister, what this man makes you feel. How much you may actually—

“I want it to be you,” he whispers in Italian, low and guarded, as he continues holding your face between his hands. His gaze is so serious, it’s an effort to keep your own expression straight. “Even if not…right now. It’s you, amore. It will only ever be you.”

“Do not make me promises—”

“But I am,” he interrupts and swallows thickly, manoeuvring your face till your foreheads touch and he gives you a smug, crooked little grin. “Do you really think you can get rid off me so easily now, hm? Not a chance, bella. It’s you and me now, mia signora.”   

…

an: I want to see that movie too because my ass can’t get over the fact that Riccardo plays a wannabe Italian mobster in the 80ties who is named….wait for it…Santo lmao. 

[clonecaptains]

(So this is completely self-indulgent but) my thots on Santi and shy!reader are maybe reader is outgoing in general but shyer in bed because she’s inexperienced/just shy with that stuff in general. And Santi LOVES to playfully tease her and see her get flustered because she loves to talk such a big game! But gets all shy when they’re getting busy 😋😏

AYYYY YES!! I LOVE THIS!!!! it gives him a chance to be a lil shit but also really sweet too!!! he gives her that sass right back but is so caring~ i loove