#penguin rush

[daimiyamoto]

THEO ROSSI

THE PENGUIN Gold Summit

[lasaraconor]

[youronebraincell]

I just know that Sofia uses sex as a grounding technique. The only way she can truly calm down is being skin to skin with her girlfriend. Kissing her, looking deep in her eyes. Generally being very possessive and close to her. She’d be very verbal and talkative during sex. Talking about how stressful her day was, how she’s feeling, her fears, her worries. They’re all laid bare into her woman’s bare skin until it all washes away and all she can think about is the angel kissing her and telling her it’s all going to be okay. That she’s here and she’s never leaving Sofia

Sofia Gigante x fem!reader

I’ve never written a self-insert fic but I got this ask and couldn’t resist so bear with me.

Warning: spoilers for the first five episodes of The Penguin, angst, implied homophobia, mild fluff, reference torture/abuse, smut, spit as lube, strap-on, rough sex, masturbation, minor voyeurism, sustaining injury, possessiveness, floor sex, tribbing, cunnilingus

Word count: 3K

Though she kept it well-hidden, Sofia was extremely anxious most if not all of the time. With the stress of the foundation and being the daughter of mob boss Carmine Falcone, you were the only thing that kept her sane.

Then she got sent to Arkham.

You didn’t see or talk to her for over a decade, but not for the lack of trying. Carmine forbade you from going to Arkham by ‘kindly suggesting’ that Sofia take this time away to work on herself until she’s all better. It didn’t surprise you.

He had never approved of your.. close relationship with his only known daughter.

But then he passed away.

You and Alberto were able to file for an appeal for Sofia’s release. The judge that previously handled her case was found unresponsive in his chambers a week before Carmine’s death.

You saw this as an opportunity to get a new judge, someone who wasn’t on Carmine’s payroll, to review the case. It didn’t take long before Sofia was exonerated and released back into society.

Sofia was different.

The light in her eyes had dimmed. Her smile, once so bright and blinding, had become faint and bittersweet. Every response, every move she made seemed premeditated.

Sofia stayed at your place. You didn’t think it would be good for her to go back to the Mansion so soon. To your surprise, Alberto agreed.

You didn’t mind that he stuck you with two of his guards stationed outside of your apartment in the process. All that mattered was that you had Sofia.

You gave her space even though it was the last thing you wanted. Sofia must’ve had the same thought because on her first night in your apartment, you awoke to the sound of her settling beside you on your worn-out couch, her breath soft and even against your neck. She kept her hands to herself. You did the same.

Yet when morning came, her arm was draped over your waist and your hand was close to her chest. When your eyes fluttered open, you saw big brown eyes staring right at you.

“You still snore.”

You let out a laugh.

The corner of her mouth tugged upward into a smile. It was small, but you didn’t care.

It was progress.

But then.. then Alberto died.

Sofia completely unraveled. She moved back into the Mansion and took you with her.

You watched as the family, especially that fuck Johnny, sidelined her, treating her like she was nothing more than an inconvenience instead of the only living Heir to the Falcone empire.

(Un)fortunately for you, this caused sex with Sofia to improve greatly. Not that it wasn’t already out of this world before, but it was different. It was like she had something to prove now and she had to do so by working her fingers inside of your wet cunt, her teeth grazing against your collarbone.

You were the outlet for her frustration.

Like now at her brother’s memorial.

It didn’t matter where you were. She’d pull you aside, find somewhere private and then eat you out or fingerfuck you to the brink of insanity while ranting to you about whatever asshole or shitty situation upset her this time.

When you came for the second or third time, your legs a little shaky, she cleaned her fingers with her lips and tongue. She held your gaze as she proceeded to wipe them on your dress.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

You were rewarded with a chaste kiss on the lips before she told you to clean yourself up and meet her back inside. You didn’t care that she made you feel like a whore when she left.

You were hers. Solely and unconditionally, hers.

If a whore was what Sofia wanted,

then a whore you would be.

You were reading a book late in the night as you waited for Sofia to come to bed when the double doors were thrown open, startling you and making you drop your book in your lap.

Sofia closed the doors behind her and made her way over to you, her heels clacking against the polished wooden floor. “Take off your clothes.”

You stare at her, your mouth slightly agape.

“Now, Y/N!”

You closed the book and set it on your nightstand before pulling your shirt over your head and lifting your hips to take off your panties.

You were more than a little concerned, but also really turned on by your girlfriend’s commanding tone. A gush of wetness left your cunt as you thought about what she was gonna do to you.

Sofia took off her dress, her bra and panties following soon after. She let her hair down and opened the walk-in closet.

When she came out, she looked down as she adjusted the harness of the strap-on around her waist. A black dildo stood out between her legs.

Your jaw dropped as you marvelled at the size.

Sofia eyed you with a hint of irritation as she walked towards you on the bed. “Close your mouth. I won’t be needing that tonight.”

You closed your mouth.

You moved to sit in the middle of the bed before spreading your legs. Sofia was on you in a matter of seconds, her mouth ravishing yours as she laid you down. Her hand slithered down to see if you were wet enough. She pulled away, breaking the kiss. She watched your reaction as she slipped her middle finger into your cunt.

You tried to suppress a groan, but she noticed.

“Don’t do that. I need to know if I’m hurting you.”

She spat into her hand and rubbed her spit along her length before pressing the tip against your entrance. You shivered with want.

She spread your lower lips with her fingers. Her eyes never left your face as she pushed her cock inside of you, watching every microexpression from the furrow of your brows to the slight tremble of your bottom lip. It was bigger than the dildos she used on you in the past. This one was stretching you out in a way that was almost too much for you to handle. Almost.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when she bottomed out. She gave you a moment to get adjusted to her size.

You put your hand on her shoulder, but quickly pulled it away when you touched her scars.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt me.”

You looked up at her.

“Go on.”

Hesitantly, you brought your hand up to her shoulder. You grabbed onto it. You brushed the pad of your thumb along her scars in a back and forth motion, a frown forming your lips. “I’m sorry..”

“No. None of that, okay? The past is in the past.”

Still, your jaw clenched at the torture and abuse Sofia was subjected to at the hands of her father.

It relaxed as you let out a surprised gasp when Sofia pulled back and thrusted her hips forward.

She spent the rest of the night and better part of the morning fucking into you with reckless abandon as your velvety walls clenched around her faux cock orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

From what she was saying, the family wanted to send her away to Italy. Assholes.

Then there was something about her being suspicious of Oz..

It was hard for you to keep up as she fucked you well within an inch of your life.

Sofia seemed content with the barely coherent hums you gave her every now and then.

You dragged your nails down her back when you came for the umpteenth time. You hid your face in the crook of her neck, whimpering as another orgasm washed over you like a crashing wave.

You heard her panting lightly next to your head.

You felt raw and empty when she wordlessly pulled her cock out of you. Your walls clenched around nothing, immediately missing the warmth and stretch that the toy provided.

You tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling as you laid sprawled out on the bed.

You closed your eyes.

When you opened them, you turned your head towards the sound of uneven breathing and saw Sofia masturbating, the strap-on long abandoned. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling like she was planning something in her head.

You turned to lie on your side so you could watch.

Her neck strained when she tilted her chin up. You could tell she was close. She inhaled sharply and suppressed a groan when she came, her eyes still trained on the ceiling. She breathed out.

Then she turned to look at you.

Your fingers danced on her upper arm, slowly making their way to her face. You tapped her temple. “What’re you thinking?”

“You need to go to a hotel for a couple days.”

You brushed the end of her brow. “Okay.”

You didn’t question her. You never did.

Sofia smiled and took your hand from her face to press a gentle kiss to your palm.

“Grazie, bella.”

She set you up in a hotel suite just outside of Gotham with one simple instruction: don’t leave the room. Two guards were stationed outside to make sure you didn’t defy her.

On one of those mornings while you were eating a breakfast sandwich in bed, you saw the news of what happened at the Falcone Mansion.

You saw Sofia talking to Chief Mackenzie just outside the Mansion before going in. The camera panned to Gia being taken away in a beige van.

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

You jump out of bed and put on a shirt and some sweats before opening the front door.

One of the guards, a tan woman about an inch or two taller than you, stepped in front of you.

“Get out of my way.”

“I have direct orders to keep you here, ma’am.”

“I don’t care. I need to see Sofia.”

You tried to move past her, but she continued to block your path. The other guard didn’t bother stepping in. His phone rang. “Shit. It’s the wife.”

“Go. I got this.”

The man walked away from the suite, his receding footsteps growing quieter and quieter. The woman made sure he was out of sight before pushing you back into the suite by force.

You stumbled backwards and fell flat on your ass. The back of your head made contact with the edge of the footboard. You cried out in pain.

The guard didn’t seem to care. “You will stay here until Miss Falcone says otherwise.”

She left you on the floor, the door slamming shut behind her as she made her exit.

You stood up and went to the fridge to get something cold for your head. You take a soda can from the back of the fridge and press it against the bump forming on your head. You wince when the cool metal touches your scalp.

A few hours later, the woman came in unannounced to tell you they’ll be taking you back to the Mansion. She handed you some painkillers. “For your head.”

You stared at her, your eyes ablaze with fury.

Much to your irritation, she cracked a smile. “We leave in ten. That should give you enough time to look.. presentable for Miss Falcone.”

Your nostrils flared as she left. Bitch.

You put on an emerald green, one-shoulder evening dress. You contemplated putting your hair in a bun, but decided against it last minute.

You didn’t need Sofia asking questions.

The drive to the Mansion was spent in silence.

When you arrived, you walked behind the guards and entered what you called ‘The War Room.’

Sofia was standing at the head of the table with Johnny sitting on her right. You watched in awe as she spoke. You hung on to every word.

Johnny told her to take it easy.

You rolled your eyes.

You flinched when she shot him in the head.

Silence enveloped the room.

She blew a raspberry then continued speaking as if nothing had happened. She opened a duffel bag and dumped stacks and stacks of cash onto the table. Nobody dared to move. Not even when she urged them to take what’s rightfully theirs.

“Come on, guys,” You said with a smile, sauntering over to your girlfriend. “Dig in.”

Sofia wrapped an arm around your waist. “You heard her, ladies and gentlemen. Have your fill.”

Two dozen greedy hands reached out to grab what they could before it was all gone.

“Not you.”

The woman who kept guard at the hotel froze, her body bent over slightly on the table.

“Put it back.”

The woman emptied her pockets and put the stacks back on the table.

“Everyone else, continue.”

The table was cleared in seconds.

Sofia’s eyes never left the woman standing across from her with her fists clenched at her sides. “You hurt the woman I love when you were supposed to be protecting her. I can’t let that stand.”

The woman swallowed nervously.

“Since you were such a loyal soldier to my father, I will give you the benefit of a doubt and let you leave with your head still attached to your body.”

The woman didn’t need to be told twice.

She turned on her heel and left the room.

Sofia’s grip on your waist tightened, her fingers digging into the fabric of your dress hard enough to bruise the covered skin that lay underneath.

“First person to kill her gets ten grand.”

The two of you didn’t witness the chaos that erupted as you left the room beforehand.

She took you into her father’s study and closed the doors. Her eyes raked over your face. “You weren’t gonna tell me.”

You pursed your lips. “I was being difficult. She was just.. doing her job.”

She reached behind you to asses the damage that had been done to the back of your head. Her heart ached at the bump she felt. “Hurting you is not one of the requirements.”

She pulled her hand away when you winced.

You looked at her.

“You killed your family.”

“I did.”

“You orphaned Gia.”

Sofia pressed her lips together. “I did.”

“Did it feel good?”

“Yes. It did.”

You threw yourself onto Sofia, surprising her for a split second before her surprise morphed into something else. Something more inviting.

You found yourself lying on your back in front of the lit fireplace. Clothes were literally torn off and ripped apart by Sofia’s needy hands.

You moaned into her mouth as you grinded your cunts together, sloppily and unrestrained. Your hardened nipples rubbed against hers. Your tongue submitted to hers as they danced inside your mouth to a rhythm only the two of you knew.

She bit your bottom lip when you reached down and cupped her ass, urging her on. You welcomed the taste of your own blood on your tongue.

A thick strand of saliva connected your lips together when she broke the kiss.

“You’re so gorgeous when you’re like this, bella;”

Sofia leaned down to nip at your earlobe.

“Spent, barely hanging on,”

Her tongue licked the shell of your ear.

“But begging for more.”

She kissed you again. You both orgasmed simultaneously, moaning into each other’s mouths while getting down from your highs, your hips bucking wantonly to chase after each other.

When you broke apart for air, you pushed her down so she was the one lying on her back.

“I haven’t seen you in days,” You said as you made your way down her body. You stop inches away from her cunt. “Care to bring me up to speed while I eat you out, Miss Gigante?”

Sofia loved the way her new name rolled of your tongue. “Only if you put that tongue to good use.”

“Don’t I always?”

You ate out Sofia as she told you what you had missed, your mouth and tongue working overtime to satisfy the woman you loved.

Oz betrayed her (surprise, surprise), Julian ‘saved’ her after the Maronis ambushed her and then she killed him before killing the Falcones.

You listened intently to each and every word.

Your bodies were covered in thick layers of sweat by the time the two of you were finished.

You had your head on her chest. You drew meaningless patterns on her arm and stomach while her fingers played with your hair.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You looked up at her. “For what?”

“Everything, I suppose” She looked deep into your eyes. “You could’ve abandoned me a handful of times, but you didn’t. Which is more than I could say for my family. May they rest in peace.”

You tried not to smile at that.

“Now that Berto’s gone, you’re all I have.”

She cupped your left cheek, her thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth.

“I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. Hopefully, I’ll never have to find out.”

You weren’t stupid. There was an underlying threat to her words. Of course there was.

There was no forgetting what Sofia was. Even when you were putty in her arms like you are now, you knew what she was capable of when crossed.

Still, you gave her a genuine smile. “I love you too. Even if you accuse me of snoring which I don’t.”

Sofia let out a loud laugh.

You caved three seconds in and laughed with her.

[dspectar]

Is this allowed

[starbluekindo]

all the pretty stars shine for you, my love.

warning: sofia falcone (gigante) x reader, timeline 2012, childhood best friends, afab reader, fluff but smut, public sex (if you consider a greenhouse a public place), porn with plot, 18+, mdni.

a/n: this got long - unreviewed and i got carried away.

sofia put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter as she guided you to the greenhouse where you used to play together when you were children. the party was busy inside the house, it was sofia's birthday and carmine went to great lengths to throw a big celebration for his favorite daughter.

but even with all the luxury inside that house, sofia still preferred to run away with you to the greenhouse and eat the candies stolen from the kitchen.

sofia closed the greenhouse door behind you, muffling the sound of the party that echoed through the house. her laugh was low and infectious, a familiar sound that brought back memories of hushed laughter and secrets exchanged in the dim light of that same place, years ago.

she was more relaxed, away from the weight of being carmine falcone's daughter, away from the watchful eyes of her entire family and her father's guests. there, with you, she could just be sofia.

the soft light of the moon illuminated the space, transforming the leaves of the plants into silhouettes that moved around you. sofia reached out her hand and, with a conspiratorial smile, revealed a handful of candies she had grabbed from the kitchen. you laughed, taking one of them, and felt her gaze on you as you bit into the candy, a deeper look than usual.

"funny, right?” she began, her voice soft and melancholic. “so many guests, a huge party… but it seems like the only thing i really wanted was to get away from it all with you.”

sofia bit into her own candy, but her eyes remained fixed on you, an unreadable expression on her face. it was the kind of look that always made your heart race, the one that seemed to say so much more than her words ever could.

“well, i’m good at discreet escapes,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light. “and also stealing candy.”

she laughed again, and the sound echoed through the greenhouse, warming the cold night air. for a moment, time seemed to stand still; it was as if you were children again, two inseparable friends, with nothing else to worry about other than how many sweets you could eat before someone found out.

but there was something different now. sofia's closeness, her intense gaze, the way her hand seemed to hover near hers — there was a weight there, something they both tried to ignore.

“did you know that i never forgot that time you almost fell out of the tree and i swore i would save you?” sofia said suddenly, breaking the silence. she laughed, but there was a softness in her voice that made your chest tighten.

“i would never let you fall, you know?” sofia continued, and this time, her hand found yours. “you're... you've always been important to me. more than anyone else.”

their eyes met, and the world around them seemed to disappear. sofia's smile was sincere, but there was a vulnerability she rarely showed. her hand held yours, fingers intertwined in a gesture that conveyed everything words couldn't.

“i know,” you whispered, squeezing her hand, your heart beating wildly.

“then stay here with me,” she murmured, her eyes dark and intense. it was a soft request, but there was a need there, a desire that sofia tried to hide from everyone but you. she leaned in a little, her face close to yours, as if she was waiting for your permission to cross that line between friendship and something else.

heart racing, you leaned closer until your lips finally met, soft and hesitant, but filled with a certainty that words couldn't express. the kiss was slow, full of years of repressed feelings, of moments spent together, of a friendship that was always more than anyone could understand.

when you separated, sofia's gaze was filled with a mix of emotions — surprise, relief, and pure happiness, as if she had finally found something she had always been looking for.

“happy birthday, sofia,” you murmured, smiling softly.

she laughed softly, pulling you closer. “with you here, i think this is the best birthday i’ve ever had.”

sofia gently pulled you back, wrapping an arm around your waist while cupping your face with her other hand, leaning in for another passionate kiss. that kiss was different, it wasn't as soft as the first, it was more needy and still sweet.

she guided you blindly to the nearest table, her lips never leaving yours as she pulled you even closer, slipping a leg between yours to keep you in place. you sighed at the pressure her knee was putting against your core, the fabric of her dress tickling your thigh.

you knew what she wanted. she knew what you wanted. you were both quite aware of what you were about to do.

“are you sure we’re going to do this here?” you asked breathlessly as she trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck, lightly nibbling the sensitive flesh of your skin, eliciting a sigh from you.

"yes," sofia breathed, her voice husky with desire. “right here, right now. i can't wait any longer, sweetie. i need you.”

sofia's hands roamed her body, mapping the curves and contours she had only dreamed of. she pushed the straps of the dress you were wearing down, exposing your breasts to the cold night air.

"you're so beautiful, angel," sofia whispered, her lips trailing down your neck, tasting your skin on her tongue. “let me taste you, please?”

she took one of your nipples in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hard bud, her hand massaging your other breast. you gasped, arching into sofia's touch - the sound being enough to send a shiver down the brunette's spine.

"sofia..." you gasped, your head pinned back as you felt the contact of your best friend's mouth on your breast, sucking it with an overwhelming need to have it.

your hand wrapped around sofia's hair, messing up her hairstyle as you held her even closer, moaning her name. 

nothing outside that greenhouse mattered, the moment was just yours.

sofia moaned against your chest, the sound muffled by the soft flesh. she could feel your heart racing beneath her lips, could hear the hitch in your breath as her tongue swirled around your nipple.

"i love hearing you moan my name, darling," sofia whispered, her warm breath ghosting over your skin. "it's the most beautiful sound in the world."

she moved her hand down, slipping under the hem of the dress you wore to find the slick heat between your legs. sofia moaned when her fingers brushed your clitoris, already swollen and sensitive.

"you're already so wet for me," sofia purred, circling the bundle of nerves with her fingers. “i can’t wait to taste you…can i? please baby…tell me i can”

"fuck, y-yes... you can do anything" your voice was shaky with the need to have sofia with you, your core was begging for any contact possible.

she dropped to her knees, pushing your dress up and cinching it haphazardly around your waist. sofia nuzzled her face against your sex, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your arousal before pressing a kiss to your clit.

"i'm going to make you feel so good, baby," sofia promised, her voice low and seductive. "just relax and let me take care of you." with that, she sealed her lips around your clit and sucked gently, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive bud.

you moaned and placed one hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds while you used the other to hold the dress around your waist, letting sofia have all the access she wanted.

"t-that's good... don't stop, please," your plea sounded muffled and shaky as you tried hard not to scream.

sofia moaned against her core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the other woman's body. she could feel her thighs shaking, could hear the desperate pleas muffled by her own hand.

"don't worry, baby," sofia purred, her voice low and seductive. “i won’t stop until you scream my name.”

she redoubled her efforts, her tongue delving deep into the folds of your pussy, tasting the sweet nectar that flowed from you. sofia's fingers joined her tongue, two digits sliding into your tight heat as her thumb rubbed circles around your clit.

the moans that escaped your lips became louder, more urgent, and sofia could feel yours walls vibrating around her fingers. she knew you were close, she could feel the tension building in your belly, waiting to be released.

"come for me, love," sofia ordered, her voice firm and authoritative. “do it for me”

she sealed her lips around your clit once again, sucking hard, and pushed her fingers deeper, curling them perfectly. and with a sharp scream, you came undone, your body shaking and shuddering as waves of ecstasy hit you.

sofia softened her touch, easing you into your climax, her tongue licking the sensitive flesh until the last tremors subsided. only then did she pull away, a satisfied smile on her lips as she watched your chest heave with exertion.

"can you handle one more?" she asked as she gently stroked your thigh, her eyes locked on yours as you shook your head, “i need a verbal answer, baby. use your words.”

"i want to make you feel good too"

sofia's heart swelled at your words, at the desperate need in her voice. she stood up slowly, her body aching with desire, and pulled you into her arms.

"you already do, love," sofia murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "just being here with you, like this...it's everything i could ever want."

she cupped your face in her hands, her thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "but if you insist on returning, who am i to refuse?"

sofia guided you to the plush chaise lounge tucked away in a corner of the greenhouse, the perfect spot for what she had in mind. she lay back, stretching out like a cat, her legs falling open in invitation.

"come here, baby," sofia purred, crooking her finger. "show me what that clever mouth of yours can do." she watched with heavy eyes as you climbed onto the chaise, settling between her spread thighs. sofia's heart raced, anticipation surging through her veins.

you knelt between sofia's legs and slowly pulled her panties down and leaned in to kiss sofia's lips before trailing kisses down to the brunette's core, letting your tongue run along sofia's bundle of nerves.

you shivered at the taste, raising your eyes to follow sofia's reactions, wanting to make sure you were making her feel good.

because that's what sofia needed, to be adored and loved by you.

sofia gasped as your tongue made contact with her sensitive flesh, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. she tangled her fingers in your hair, guiding you closer, urging you to take more of her.

"that's it, baby," sofia moaned, her hips rolling instinctively against your mouth. "just like that. you're doing so well."

she could feel the heat building in her core, could feel the familiar tightening of her muscles as she edged closer to her own release. but sofia wanted to savor this moment, wanted to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible.

she used her grip on your hair to pull you back, just for a moment. "look at me, baby," sofia commanded, her voice thick with desire. "i want to see your face when you make me come."

your eyes met hers, dark with lust and love and something deeper, something that made sofia's heart clench in her chest. you nodded, a silent promise, before diving back in, your tongue delving deep into sofia's folds, licking and sucking and devouring her with a hunger that stole sofia's breath.

sofia cried out, her back arching off the chaise as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. she shook and trembled, her fingers tightening in your hair, holding you in place as she rode out the intense pleasure.

when it was over, sofia collapsed back onto the cushions, spent and sated. she pulled you up into her arms, cradling you close, peppering your face with soft kisses.

"that was amazing, love," sofia murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming. "you are incredible."

she held you for a long moment, reveling in the closeness, the intimacy of the moment. and in that silent, stolen space, sofia knew that this, right here, was what she had been missing all along. that connection, that love, that sense of belonging. with you by her side, she felt like anything was possible.

"can we have one more? just one more" you asked as you sat on your knees. your voice was still breathy and your core was a little sore, but you wanted this.

and sofia too.

"as many as you want" she replied with a mischievous smile on her face and brought her hand to your face, gently squeezing your chin.

sofia nodded and watched you move to remove your dress completely, leaving you completely naked to her. you positioned yourself between sofia's legs once again, placing one of your thighs over sofia's leg as you pulled her closer, searching for a way to fit your cores together.

sofia groaned as your slick heat pressed against her own, the friction sending sparks of pleasure racing through her veins. she gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

"that's it, baby," sofia panted, her voice thick with desire. "move just like that. nice and easy."

she could feel your walls fluttering against her own, could hear the soft gasps and moans that fell from your lips. sofia leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing those sweet sounds.

their bodies moved together in perfect sync, hips grinding, legs tangling, breasts pressing against each other. sofia could feel the heat building between them, could feel the telltale tightening in her core that signaled her impending release.

"come for me, my love," sofia commanded, her voice low and authoritative. "i want to feel you come undone around me."

"sofia..." you moaned and leaned in for another passionate kiss as you reached the peak of pleasure with her, your fluids mixing with hers as one.

you collapsed together, your head resting on her chest as the light from the moon and stars illuminated the greenhouse.

you listened carefully to the sound of her heart, feeling the sound relax every fiber of your body as if it were a lullaby.

"we should go back. i'm sure they're already asking where we went"

you moaned and shook your head, sinking even deeper into sofia's breasts, making her laugh.

despite your best efforts, eventually you and her had to get dressed and head back to the party, trying to look as presentable as possible and not like someone who just fucked in the greenhouse.

"thank you for the best birthday present, darling" she whispered in your ear as the two of you approached the party room again.

“always at your service” you winked in response and watched her walk in as if nothing had happened.

the days to come would be the best. well, that's what you thought.

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

First, I'd like to address the elephant in the room.

[tremendoustenderness]

It's very amusing to me that Sofia let's Salvatore Maroni live with her but her psychotherapist-turned-submissive boytoy still has to go back to his own place after she's had her fun with him.

[graythursday]

men should not be allowed to perceive sofia gigante

[moonj-fool]

@heart-pirates-week day 2!!! Happy late birthday Shachi!!! :D

[mrwinifred]

i warged into julian rush for a second he is speaking for me here

[broody-yellow-pillow]

Sofia deserves someone who’s not Julian (meaning Eve, because they had more chemistry in their scenes than she and Julian have in however many eps).

Also going to be so upset if she and Sal end up betraying each other. He was so nice to her this ep. Very fatherly.

[zebrashavestripes]

I FUCKING HATE JULIAN RUSH HE IS THE WORST.

As someone who has been in EMDR therapy for over 2 years, I think I should start with that. It should be physically impossible for a good emdr therapist to allow a patient to experience a flashback during a session. The entire point of this process is to allow the brain to be conscious and alert in the present whilst also processing and remembering the past. A flashback means the patient is fully in the past, not in the present, and the therapist has failed plain and simple.

If a flash back DOES occur, under no circumstance would you ever, ever, ever, grab said patient and HOLD THEM DOWN. this is not "Safe" this usually provokes the patient further (rightly so) because you are VIOLATING their personal space and boundaries. therapy is supposed to reinforce boundaries and people's ability to express them, not push them further. Sofia left immediately after being provoked, and she was right to. I just wish she had never spoken to him again after that.

The fact the Dr. Rush performed intense electro therapy on patients in Arkham??? Whether she had killed those people or not, there is no way electro therapy would have made her better??? What the actual fuck.

HIS ATTRACTION TO HER IS NOT CUTE. Look I see Sofia. I am a lesbian. I have eyes. She deserves all the admiration she gets. But Julian is just so fucking creepy and it's genuinely sickening. He looks at her with this very objectifying and sexual gaze. It's true that she's sexy and powerful, but he is plainly unworthy of her because he doesn't RESPECT her. Not really. He sees her as powerful, sure, but that's not the same as respect. He pushes her boundaries, asks for things he knows she shouldn't give him. He's just plain disturbing.

IN CONCLUSION: I hope she kills him <3

[book--wyrm]

(post-finale update)

Not gonna lie, I did not go into ep 7 expecting to come away with the realization that Julian is to Sofia what Mama Cobb is to Oz.

But for Sofia in this ep, and Oz in the first, both have a moment where they falter, where they are conflicted, where they seem like they want to just give up.

And then...

As always. Much to dwell on.

[sabo-torao]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAW!!!

[davi-doo]

Okay I need to talk about that Dr. Rush scene in episode 7 of The Penguin. When he came to Sofia telling her about Gia, saying he would be happy to "speak" to her, and we can see right away how Sofia visibly tensed up. The noise from the boiling kettle in the background was just another cue for how she felt inside.

No, she was not anxious about the possibility of Gia telling the police that her aunt was likely her parent's murderer. It was the first time it dawned on her that what she did was recreating the same violence and trauma she had experienced on the little girl. And genuinely thought that was for the better to! We later saw this realization fully broke through Sofia after she met Gia in the orphanage.

It was pretty obvious, but I think it was extra vile that they let Dr. Rush break it to her like that. Him, the man who was complicit in her torment, now so desperately want to be of use and thus redeem himself. And the help he offered - gosh, it was the only thing he knows - was the worst thing Sofia knows he's capable of doing.

Honestly, if Sofia was not already so alone in the gang war and initially shaken up from the conversation with Francis, I really think it could be the last we saw of Dr. Rush.

[lasaraconor]