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Mafia Wife [Sonny Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 1 – La Famiglia Giordano.

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18+, explicit smut read.

“You wanted to name our first-born daughter Gabriella.” / “You’re Gabriella, aren’t you?”

“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of violence & death / Alcohol use / Pregnancy / Childbirth.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The very first chapter of my Sonny Corleone x Reader fic is FINALLY here!! 🥰✨ Thank you guys SO much for all of the endless support and love this fic received when it was just an idea and barely typed out! I'm so glad to finally have it up. By far the most exhausting and longest part of the fic process is planning a brand new one for me, and I had definitely been much busier than usual when planning out/writing this fic which is why it took so long to write. I had to give something for the Santino girlies as I'm one myself!! 👀❤️ Please read ALL of the tags on this fic on AO3 before diving into the chapters as it'll give you a good understanding as to what the entire fic and chapters will be like. This goes for ALL fics I write! The tags are there for a reason. This fic is also 18+ only, just like all of my other works forever and always. This is meant for adults to read only. ✋🏻

Chapter 1: La Famiglia Giordano.

[ Barzini Family Estate, 1948 ]

“Nobody wants another war,” Don Barzini states, watching the ice soaking in his glass of whiskey. “Nobody wanted another war; isn’t that how it always goes?”

Don Tattaglia gives his head a shake, relaxing in the leather armchair he sits across from Barzini. “We have Sollozzo to thank for all of that.”

Having an otherwise civil discussion between two closely allied business partners and old friends, the bond Don Barzini and Don Tattaglia’s family share has been stronger than ever since Sollozzo. 

Despite successfully allying together against the Corleones throughout the Five Families War and coming together for talk over business, neither Barzini nor Tattaglia can ignore the air of tension that’s formed between them now. 

Barzini can easily tell Tattaglia is unnerved as he sips his whiskey again, savoring the smokey notes of the liquid over his tongue while noticing how Tattaglia is nearly chugging back his drink.

“You’re tense,” Barzini comments, somewhat surprised by Tattaglia’s behavior. “Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind or not?”

“How can I not be?” Tattaglia swallows down his drink. 

“You’re looking at all of this the wrong way, my friend,” Barzini gives a reassuring smile. “You’re on the winning side. The Godfather has no leverage over either of our families or—”

“Vito Corleone isn’t my concern,” Tattaglia interrupts.

“Hmm,” Barzini pauses, taking a sip of his drink again. “Then that’s a first.”

“It’s his son,” Tattaglia adds.

“Which one?” Barzini rolls his eyes. “They’re all equally useless in their own ways.”

Tattalia opens his mouth to answer before pausing for a moment; a look of absolute defeat crosses his expression, forming into regret, then helplessness. “Does the name ‘Gabriella’ ring a bell to you?”

Barzini raises a curious brow. “Maybe. Should it? Does The Godfather have another daughter we don’t know about?”

“He has a daughter-in-law,” Tattaglia answers, “Gabriella Corleone. She’s the daughter of Francesco Giordano.”

Barzini tenses for a moment, no longer focusing on his whiskey. “I… I see.”

“You know Gabriella then?” Tattagia asks back.

“Not personally, but her name was spoken often in my household. Was,” Barzini emphasizes. 

Tattaglia sighs softly, giving his head a shake.

“Emilio wanted to marry her,” Barzini continues, mentioning his eldest son. “He spoke of Gabriella fondly and often, but she refused him and his advances. Now you’re telling me she’s part of the Corleone family?”

“Francesco did well hiding the news from us for the most part,” Tattaglia points out. “Everyone else must have known.”

“No, no,” Barzini shakes his head, refusing. “I don’t think of it in that way. Francesco is a dear friend. He doesn’t ‘hide’ things. He values the privacy he can give his family.”

“If you want to put it that way,” Tattaglia mumbles. “It’s none of our business, is it? She married Santino Corleone, the underboss.”

Barzini freezes in his seat, attempting to calm himself down internally as Tattaglia immediately picks up on Barzini’s shocked expression.

Tattaglia nods grimly, “do you know what you’ve done?”

“Don’t,” Barzini mutters softly, holding up his free hand. 

“She’s pregnant,” Tattaglia adds. “Do you even care? Do you know what’s going to happen now? To your investments? Your wealth? Your bank accounts with Giordano?”

Barzini suddenly lets go of his whiskey glass, watching as the glass shatters to pieces over the floor and the alcohol spills free onto the wood. 

Barzini covers his face with shame, feeling a knot of heavy emotions cause him to feel nauseous almost instantly with unimaginable guilt.

A heavy silence sits in the air between the two men for a minute as they ponder, having nothing else to say to each other. 

“I will apologize to Gabriella,” Barzini finally speaks, raising his head out of his hands.

“You can’t,” Tattaglia frowns. “You can’t do anything anymore.”

~

[ 1921 ]

“Gabriella… Little Gabriella.” You’re the first-born daughter in your family to four older brothers, and the eldest to your twin sister, born just forty minutes apart.

Although your mother went into labor knowing she’d welcome two children instead of one on June 19th, 1921, nothing could surpass the joy your mother and father felt when you were born.

Just as your four eldest brothers had been born, your mother gave birth to you and your twin sister Bella at home, surrounded by two Italian-American nurses from the community who had helped your mother through her previous deliveries.

Your parents weren’t sure what to expect when your mother realized she was pregnant with her fifth child since the last four children she gave birth to were all boys.

“Will it be another boy this time?” Your father chuckled and placed his hand over the top of your mother’s seven-month-old baby bump. “Perhaps two boys?”

“Oh, please,” your mother let out a laugh, “we have more than enough boys. I would love a daughter this time around. One boy and one girl, or twin girls even.”

“What a dream that would be,” your father grinned. “It seems like we’ve had all the luck in the world for having sons. No matter,” he leaned over, kissing your mother’s baby bump gently. “Boy or girl loved all the same. Spoiled like his or her other siblings. Only two this time…” He pulled away, looking up at your mother. “I can’t wait to meet them, darling.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” your mother blushed and laced both of her hands with your father’s. “Two more additions to the family. You know what I said when we first married? About baby names?”

“I do, mhmm,” your father nodded. “You wanted to name our first-born daughter Gabriella.”

“I do,” your mother smiled warmly. “I still do.”

“Of course. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I still remember,” he gave your mother’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I hope this time we get to meet little Gabriella.”

“I hope so too, my love.”

Even before you were born, you were loved. The idea of you was loved, your name was loved, and everything and anything you could be from birth to adulthood to old age was loved. 

Nothing compared to how overwhelmed with joy your mother felt when she smiled up weakly at you, tears in her eyes from excruciating contractions hitting her again and again to see and hear one of the nurses declare, “it’s a girl!”

Before your mother went back into labor to give birth to your twin sister forty minutes later, she held you in her arms and cooed to you through her tears of happiness. “Gabriella… Gabriella...”

She kissed your cheeks wet with tears as your father let you hold his finger with your tiny hand, looking down upon you with so much love and happiness.

You were born into this world loved and welcomed just as your siblings were, and just as you would always be. 

Your twin sister and you were born to the Giordano family; a family that came from money which was no secret nor meant to be one.

Your father, Francesco Giordano, better known as “Frankie” by his friends and business partners, was born in Sicily, but your grandparents had already been living in and had immigrated to New York.

Your father came from a lengthy family history of educated individuals; spanning seven generations of university graduates and had graduated from Columbia University himself in 1912.

Your mother, Rosa nee De Luca, who was born in Long Island, New York to Sicilian parents, had met your father in that same year. 

Having many connections or even just one to a crime family served to be the best for anyone’s interests, even those who didn’t want to get “involved” indirectly or directly, and then there are always individuals who wouldn’t mind the close ties with the mafia so as long as they stray from direct intervention or get too close, could always reap the benefits of work connections by having powerful friends in powerful places.

Your father and his family practiced the same mantra as many others; don’t get too close to the mafia to avoid getting burned, by maintaining a healthy business relationship and community friendliness.

Since the days of your great-grandfather, your father inherited the ownership of several small banks that his family had started; serving the local community and operating for middle-class families with day-to-day funds, support for home ownership, and loans.

The success of your father’s family business in banking was steady and promising, working out very well to attract a clientele of all kinds from the Italian-American community in particular.

Your father built his business connections where your grandfather left off but also started new ones with the Italian community in the neighborhood and area as well as being involved with all of the crime families himself, but with some more than others.

Everyone, including the mafia, knows Frankie Giordano to be an honest businessman who makes a living to feed his family. Your father also happens to be smart and witty about it too.

Frankie Giordano built a name for himself without feeding off of his father’s legacy and thus deepened the trust and bond the Giordano family already had with the mafia when it came to loans and money laundering.

One could say your father always went to the bank laughing, and the mafia made sure of that for the excellent service rendered by the Giordano banks. 

Your father also knew that his future wife—your mother—would benefit greatly from that, and thus so would all of his and her children.

Your father had no intention of keeping the truth and ties of his business affairs from you, your twin sister Bella, or any of your brothers for that matter. He would only wait to tell you all in due time when you’d be mature enough to understand and process it.

Even if in the future and all grown up none of you were remotely interested in the booming world of business and finance, you’d at least benefit immensely from inheritance and the steady flow of wealth and investments.

Your father’s closest business partners were that of the Corleone and Tattaglia families, although the Barzini’s were getting close enough to join the list too.

Your family is protected from conflicting interests and possible hostilities between rival families because your father’s business is legal, public and there’s mutual respect and understanding of what your family’s banks provide with respect grandfathered in. 

Despite Frankie Giordano’s wealth and success, your father was never the type of man to flaunt or brag—just maintaining his work ethic with dedication like none other; traits you would indeed inherit from him.

In many ways, your father would see a lot of himself in you as you grew older, such as the fact you too could see light at the end of every tunnel and that you also valued family and morals over money and power.

Such traits and beliefs made your father a true family man under times of turmoil and stress, and it also helped you understand the world around you better.

Your father married your mother, Rosa, in 1914 after almost two years of courtship with no intention to push or rush their relationship for the sake of tying the knot quickly.

Your mother comes from a family of wealthy socialites who built upon their wealth by investing and simply being connected to the right people. 

Your parents met each other through a social outing when your mother’s family became all the more interested in investing in Giordano family banks.

“It’s one thing to believe in something such as love at first sight. Love can be so fickle, but when it happens to you, it changes you completely,” your mother had once told you.

The wit and cunning your mother showed growing up as a young woman were learned from family members around her and would no doubt pass on to you as well.

Through your mother, you also discovered your passion and love for art and botany, whereas your twin sister Bella felt the same and was more connected to architecture, nature, and the outdoors. 

When your parents settled down and planned to have a family of their own, your brothers, you, and your sister would come from and be born into a family of love and respect that could never be unbound.

You knew from a very young age early on that your parents loved each other very much, and although all couples disagree and have their fights, you still can’t recall a single moment where you heard your parents raise their voices at each other in front of you, let alone fight or argue in front of you and your siblings either.

Growing up, all you knew is you loved and wished for the same peace and calm love your parents shared.

You don’t want to be “madly” in love; you want a peaceful and understanding love—the kind your mother and father share with each other with the kind of expectations they lived through and passed onto you.

Everything you’ve learned about love was through your parents, and it set your heart’s wants and needs as a young woman.

Your mother, who is not easily impressed by just anything, had taught you to be the same and explore your options with all things when you were a teenager.

“What pleases the eye once may not do so the second time. The world is filled with options. Your heart will know what’s best for you.”

While your mother was eighteen years old when she married your father, she gave birth to your eldest brother—Luca—in 1915.

Right up until your mother’s maternity leave, she was a private art teacher in New York City who specialized in teaching about painting; classical, renaissance, religious, and abstract. 

Your mother would not return back to teaching part-time until 1936 when your sister Bella and you were about fifteen years old and the family could easily sustain and take care of itself throughout the day.

Your mother also preferred to teach part-time instead of full-time before she began to have children because she preferred to spend most of her time with the grandchildren she welcomed over the years.

Coming up to 1939, you and your sister were eligible bachelorettes in your family alongside one bachelor brother—Giani—but it would be you, the most eligible bachelorette considering your circumstances and your sister’s traveling abroad that would not only bring you upon him—Santino Corleone—but the Corleone family and their history with the Giordano’s in due time.

[ 1920, Hell’s Kitchen, New York ]

“There will never be come a day—” Francesco says, sketching out the outline of a small olive branch over a scrap piece of paper in front of him, “where they outlaw this, my friend. Never. The olive? They could not,” your father admires his sketch, darkening the two olives he drew hanging on the branch. “The olive provides too much—it does too much. You buy it from Vito Corleone—Genco Olive Oil—” he smiles up at Vito who returns the warm expression, popping a black olive in his mouth from the small platter in front of them.

“And you use it in your cooking,” your father continues, taking an olive and putting it in his mouth. “It’s too versatile, too much of a need for the average family to outlaw.”

“I can’t see any Italian family without a bottle in their home,” Vito chuckles quietly.

“Exactly,” your father points out, reaching into the drawer beneath him for a moment.

Vito glances over curiously, watching as Francesco pulls out a concealed bottle of unopened Jack Daniel’s whiskey before setting it on the front counter in front of him.

“You don’t have to worry about the repercussions of buying a bottle or whole barrel of olive oil. This though,” your father taps the back of his fingernails against the bottle of alcohol. “Is a crime. This bottle here.”

Vito raises a curious brow; amusement twinkling in his eyes as to how nonchalantly your father pulled out a bottle of unopened whiskey.

“My father’s favorite drink served on ice. Bought and sold everywhere, now it’s illegal,” Francesco chuckles, shaking his head. “Now, buying and selling alcohol is illegal. Just like that.”

“They could never expect to stop everyone from doing so,” Vito chimes in.

“Exactly, my friend,” your father begins to open up the bottle, grabbing two small glasses from the cupboard beneath the front counter at which he and Vito sit. “They never can, but they know they never could. I don’t know how much longer this silliness will last, but,” Francesco begins to pour Vito and himself a glass of whiskey, “there’s plenty more of where this came from. No questions asked, no eyebrows raised.”

A curious look crosses Vito’s eyes as he takes his glass of whiskey before glancing down at it. Naturally, he immediately begins to wonder how many bottles Francesco has, where he got them from, how he got them, and where they’ll go.

“You are the most resourceful friend I know,” Vito comments, “do I need to ask?”

“You can,” your father replies, knowing, of course, Vito’s curiosity is only normal and expected, “if we can come to an agreement first, my friend.”

Your father was the first man to lend Vito Corleone money; give him his first full loan just by knowing his full name and without any interest.

Your father gave Vito a chance—one of his first chances—without even knowing it, and through such a chance came one lucrative business opportunity after another.

If your father and Vito were involved in something, then it meant there was plenty of money to be made under the table without asking questions and with no risk of getting caught.

Whether your father and Vito formally acknowledged it or not, they were a duo of sorts.

Your father trusted Vito while knowing Vito was indeed settling the roots of his one crime family just as the other mafia families in New York were.

Your father didn’t care about Vito’s involvement in crime or anything of the sort; your father was and is a banker by trade and name, and money always talked.

With prohibition starting in 1920 with a surplus of alcohol to be smuggled from your father’s contacts in Canada, there was nothing but profit to be made from the business for however long prohibition would last.

Securing and solidifying a strong friendship already, the prohibition era would make both your family and Vito’s very wealthy from the moment Vito smiled and shook your father’s hand in agreement, knowing all the same.

That was hardly the beginning of the Giordano and Corleone family’s friendship and ties with one another.

That same year, Vito Corleone would kill Don Fanucci.

Despite the concept being thought of by everyone who had the misfortune to know Fanucci, many didn’t believe Fanucci would be outright killed.

It was merely something men fantasized about to set themselves free of the financial obligations Fanucci put forward and fears they would be killed, extorted, go missing, or worse.

Taking Fanucci out was a fantasy, nobody could do it except for Vito Corleone.

If it was anyone your father had faith in to stand up to a brutish man like Fanucci, it was Vito Corleone, but your father also didn’t expect Vito to murder Fanucci the way he did and so soon.

On that fateful day, your father was closing up his main bank’s branch for the day; having put up the “closed” sign on the front door and lowered the blinds more than halfway down.

He had not yet locked the front door since he was up at the front anyway, and your father would be able to see anyone coming to approach the bank’s entrance before they could even think of trying the door.

At that time, your father was counting some of the spare change in one of the last drawers quietly, noting that it was 5:30 PM and rush hour had fully kicked in.

Humming quietly to himself, Francesco put the spare change in his pocket before closing up the cash register and locking it with his key.

Only for a moment did your father look up to see the faint figure of a passerby without paying too much attention to it.

In a few moments from now, Francesco would lock up the bank and head home; your mother was expecting him with a hot meal on the table and she was pregnant with you and your twin sister Bella at the time.

In a good mood and having enjoyed his work day, your father slowly began to stop humming upon hearing footsteps from that same figure grow closer to the bank’s front door.

Your father knew it wasn’t someone out strolling or wandering, but rather approaching the bank directly and standing in front of the door.

Your father kept his hand over his pistol carefully concealed underneath an old polishing rag on the front counter while watching the figure’s movements by the door.

It was then that Francesco noticed who the figure was, seeing no cause for panic or alarm.

It was Peter Clemenza, and he was revealing himself to your father to avoid a bullet in between the eyes at this hour.

Clemenza lifted up the “closed” sign in front of the door and peeked his head in; urgency in his eyes and beckoning with his hands to be let in.

Your father moved his hand away from the pistol and gestured for Clemenza to enter since the door wasn’t locked.

Sighing in relief, Clemenza quickly entered and shut the door behind him instantly, wasting no time.

Your father could easily tell Clemenza was alarmed but didn’t have a look on his face that spelled it was his problem.

Before your father could barely blink or open his mouth to ask Clemenza what was going on, Clemenza immediately stated, “Fanucci is dead.”

Your father stared back at him in shock, pausing for a moment to take everything in. “What? Dead?”

“Dead,” Clemenza confirms, locking the bank door and taking off his fedora. “I came over here as fast as I could to tell you.”

“Who else knows?” Francesco asked quietly.

“Roth, Genco, and Tessio so far,” Clemenza answered, catching his breath. “This is gonna send fuckin’ shockwaves throughout the neighborhood.”

“My God,” your father muttered under his breath, smoothening out the sides of his slicked-back hair. “And Vito? Does Vito know yet?”

Clemenza chuckles, shaking his head. “Who do you think did it, Frankie? Vito killed Fanucci. Shot that son of a bitch right in his own apartment. Don’t worry—“ He holds up a hand, “Vito handled everything.”

“Does he need anything?” Your father offered, stepping out from behind the front counter.

“Yeah, but I have a feeling you already know what,” Clemenza shrugged his shoulders. “That bastard Fanucci took half of our dime each and every time. He still dealt with your bank, right?”

“He has an account here,” Francesco nodded.

“Good,” Clemenza put his fedora back on, adjusting it. “Because everything in Fanucci’s account needs to all go to Vito now.”

It was true that Fanucci’s death, it now meant his money and assets held at the Giordano banks had to go somewhere, and your father couldn’t agree more to it going straight to Vito.

Fanucci had been stingy and extra hard on Vito over anyone, despite Vito being understanding and gentle to counter each and every time.

Still, Fanucci took hundreds of dollars worth of cuts from Vito’s pay every single time and still threatened to have him killed at the same time.

Francesco had no pity whatsoever towards Fanucci or his family, and if Vito was going to be the one taking back the money Fanucci stole from him and everyone else, then your father would agree to let it happen.

After all, Francesco knew Vito Corleone wasn’t the kind of man to take all that money and spend it on himself.

Vito proved your father’s beliefs about the security of Fanucci’s money and assets being transferred to Vito’s accounts when he saw for himself how Vito spread the money back into the Italian-American community and only taking the exact fair share that he kept track of since Fanucci began taking it.

Afterward, Francesco closed down Fanucci’s account at his bank and erased all existence and history of it, so if the police came around to ask questions, there wouldn’t be a single answer available.

Having Fanucci killed wasn’t something your father expected to happen in 1920—not while prohibition was still ongoing—and by Vito Corleone’s hand, nonetheless.

At the time, the only exciting news for Francesco Giordano was that he was expecting his wife to give birth to twin babies in the upcoming year.

~

In 1921, you and your twin sister Gabriella were born.

Your family did not live in stress due to any direct involvement in mafia affairs or had any fears to worry about what the mafia and those associated with its lifestyle of crime were doing.

Nothing stopped your family from continuing to live out their lives as normal, peaceful, and lawful with the police and government as many see fit despite what your father had known, seen, and been involved with in the past year.

Your father promised himself that he would never do or say anything to jeopardize the safety and happiness of his family nor put his family in any situation where they would live in fear and become potential targets to anyone or anything.

After all, your father had been expecting the birth of you and your baby sister—experiencing fatherhood all over again and surprisingly to two daughters this time.

Nothing else needed to get in the way of Francesco Giordano when he was welcoming two little babies to his family. Nothing to stress out his wife either and Francesco made certain of this.

It was on June 19th, 1921 that your mother, Rosa, went into labor in the comfort of her own home for six hours to give birth to you and your twin sister.

The same nurses who helped your mother give birth to your brothers were at your mother’s side again as your father also sat with her and held your mother’s hand for comfort—wiping the sweat off of her forehead and making soft conversation.

Everyone involved kept Rosa as comfortable as they best could, remaining vigilant in observation and getting Rosa anything she may need.

“Ti amo,” (I love you) your father whispered in your mother’s ear. “Sei una donna forte e ce la farai.” (You’re a strong woman and you’re going to get through this.)

Your mother’s strength thick and thin always had your father in awe, and your father never left your mother’s side throughout the six hours of tedious and agonizing labor.

Neither of your parents will ever forget the overwhelming joy and excitement they felt hearing the nurse announce, “it’s a girl!” for the first time as your mother gave birth to you.

Your mother smiled throughout her tears as she reached out to hold you and your father teared up too, seeing that he now had a baby daughter.

Sobbing from nothing but happiness and relief, your mother held your tiny self in her arms for a few moments before her body would prepare again to give birth to your twin sister Bella in the next forty minutes.

“Gabriella, Gabriella…” Your father cooed softly, attempting to soothe you as you cried out in your mother’s arms. “Welcome to the world, my beautiful girl.”

If it was a shock to have a daughter after giving birth to so many little boys, the ultimate surprise was your parents realizing that they were having two daughters.

So many happy tears and laughter were shared in that room, relief washing over everyone and the exhaustion of labor beginning to kick in.

Your family welcomed you and your twin sister Bella to the world in 1921, and your mother and father held both you and Bella in their arms, whispering promises that they would love and protect you both no matter what; that they’d do anything to give you and your siblings a good life.

Your eldest brother, Luca, who was five years old at the time was ecstatic, as were four-year-old Romeo, Casio, and little Giani to welcome two baby sisters.

Truly, it was one of the happiest moments of your mother and father’s lives.

~

In 1922 as you and Bella were just little babies growing up, one thing had become all the more apparent to all men who lived in Long Island—particularly the Italian community and the one in Hell’s Kitchen too.

Crime families at this time had bonded and grown stronger with all the more influence now. They were too powerful to be considered Fanucci wannabees as they could no longer be reckoned with alone.

Such power and influence amidst crime families brought business and organization, but that also meant rampant crime and fear even if it was not always noticeable.

One had to be careful dealing with crime families for whatever reasons since rivalry, although relatively uncommon at the time did exist and caused enough trouble.

Your father was only allied with and close friends with Vito and the Corleone family at the time, so no rivalry concerned him.

“Let me know if you need anything else, my friend,” Francesco said, patting Vito’s shoulder. “I can find a way to get funds to you in Sicily in less than two days if needed.”

“I will be fine, Frankie. Thank you,” Vito chuckled and smiled at your father. “I’m very grateful and appreciative for all the help you’ve provided my family and me.”

“You know I can say the same to you,” Francesco nodded back. “I’m too used to seeing you down these neighborhoods. You’ll be missed, Vito Corleone, but this trip is just what you need, isn’t it? For family and for peace.”

“Exactly,” Vito reaffirmed, “I won’t put it off longer than I need to. Don Ciccio is a withered old man now but he doesn’t deserve to die from something so merciful such as old age.”

“I agree,” Francesco replied. “He is a vile and sick man obsessed with power. He always has been. Maybe once he’s finally out of the picture, the rest of us can peacefully return to Sicily for a family trip as we wish to.”

“Many have said the same to me before,” Vito frowned. “I doubt Ciccio will remember me, but that is exactly what I will use to my advantage. It didn’t have to be this way, but…” Vito stroked his chin, “I lost my entire family to that foul man.”

“You don’t need to justify it to me or anyone else, Vito,” Francesco shook his head. “His death is in your hands now. You know I would come to aid you if I could. Either way, I support you.”

“I know you would, my friend, which is why we must part ways for now,” warmth flickered in Vito’s eyes. I can’t do this to you; you just had your little girls and they need their father with them more than ever.”

“So as long as they get to see their godfather soon again,” your father grinned. “Rosa is expecting you and Carmela all ready for dinner. Mrs. Corleone is expecting now too, is she not?”

“Indeed,” Vito beamed. “And we are taking little Michael to Sicily for this time on this trip.”

At that time, Carmela Corleone was pregnant with her first and only daughter, Constanzia.

“Ah, little Michael,” your father’s eyes lit up. “No naughtiness from the little man, I hope?”

“He’s a good, quiet young man,” Vito let out a soft laugh. “This trip will give him more stories to listen to about Sicily since he won’t remember it when he’s older.”

“Of course,” your father smiled, “just keep that fiery Santino by your side.”

“Carmela says the same,” Vito pointed out. “Don’t worry, I will. He’s a good boy too, I promise, although he could benefit from learning more manners.”

“Can’t we all?” Laughing, the two men shared a farewell hug.

“Be careful and be well, Vito,” your father cautioned. “Enemies may still be lurking in Sicily, looking for you, especially if you seek revenge.”

“It’ll be as if I wasn’t even there.”

~

[ 1939, Present Day ]

The first to welcome their first children into the Corleone family with Carmela and Vito Corleone excited to welcome a grandchild are Tom and Theresa Hagen; expecting their first baby early next year.

It’s no surprise that at first all eyes were on Santino—the eldest son of the Corleone family—to settle down and start a family first instead of Tom or anyone else, despite Tom being the same age—twenty three.

The only difference between the two men in terms of settling down to have a family was that Tom is in love with an investing in his love life and marriage with Theresa, an American woman, whereas Sonny hardly knows what “settling down” means.

It’s only in Sonny’s best interest to switch from one woman to another, a one nightstand again and again with no care as to how others may see Sonny to be very promiscuous with no shame or intent to stop sleeping around to even think about marrying someone.

Celebrating the baby shower for Tom and Theresa planned today, the nature of the event to both Tom and Theresa is private and intimate, hence their invitations only being sent out to the closest friends of the Corleone family.

Only the Giordano’s, Barzini’s and Cuneo’s are invited today with the vast majority of the women helping with the cooking back inside and the men upstairs in Don Corleone’s office.

Despite the family history with the Giordano’s, this is the first time you’re attending a Corleone family event and the very first time you’ll be visiting the Corleone estate.

Your father and brothers have visited the Corleone’s numerous times previously and know them better than any other business partner or friend, but neither you nor Bella have had the opportunity to yourselves.

Bella is more than halfway through her first semester at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna however, leaving you to be the only woman of the family next to your mother.

With the baby shower celebrations ongoing this afternoon in the courtyard of the Corleone estate to enjoy the fresh spring air and sun, men seeing Vito Corleone inside present Don Corleone with gifts meant for the expecting couple out of respect first.

Connie carefully balances one gift box over another by a table reserved just for baby shower gifts, making sure the presents don’t topple over one another from solely the sheer number of how many there are.

Arriving just five minutes after your father and brother, your chauffer passes clearance at the main gates of the Corleone estate before slowly beginning to park inside.

Your father and brothers have joined Barzini and Cuneo’s sons upstairs in Vito’s office where Sonny, Tom and Fredo also remain, but Michael—the youngest son of the Corleone family—is away at Dartmouth College for study.

Once the topic at hand ends in Vito’s office, Tom will come back out to the courtyard to thank and meet all the guests at the baby shower himself.

The rest of the men are not expected to in order to keep a low profile and spend as much time discussing business with Don Corleone as possible.

The only Corleone family member you know personally is Carmella and you’ve enjoyed every bit of time you’ve gotten to spend with her in the past when Carmela came to visit and bake desserts with you and your mother from time to time.

You know you’ll be meeting Theresa—the one expecting—and Connie Corleone as well for the first time.

“Benvenuti, miei cari!” (Welcome, my darlings!) Carmela happily blurts as she rushes down to the gates to greet you and your mother the moment you two step out of the vehicle.

“Carmela!” Your mother beams, pulling her into a warm hug. “Come stai dolcezza? È da parecchio tempo!” (How are you, honey? It’s been so long!)

“Yes, it has!” Carmela lets out a soft laugh before she cups your cheeks gently. “È passato tanto tempo perché guarda Gabriella! Adesso è diventata una bellissima giovane donna!” (It has been so long because look at Gabriella! She's all grown up now into a beautiful young woman!)

“Hi, Mama Corleone,” you giggle back, giving her a hug. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“And you as well, honey—mwah,” Carmela kisses both of your cheeks again, “she’s grown up to be such a beauty, hasn’t she?”

“Very much so,” your mother happily agrees. “And I’m excited for her to meet your girls!”

“As am I!” Carmela gestures excitedly, “come on in, ladies. All the men are already inside seeing Vito, I doubt they’ll even bother to come step out but in any case—that doesn’t matter. We’re all very excited for Theresa expecting her little one soon!”

“How far along is she?” You ask, walking into the Corleone estate grounds with your mother and Carmela.

“She’s about seven months pregnant now,” Carmela answers. “I can’t wait to introduce you to her. I know all you lovely ladies will get along just fine!”

Before you can say anything else, you step into the Corleone estate’s courtyard with Carmela and your mother to be hit with awe from the beauty of the estate surrounding you.

A gazebo stands in the further end of the courtyard with the manor itself built in a classic American style but with small details to Italian architecture.

The courtyard in which you stand in is surrounded by a blossoming garden, spotless and filled with ample enough space to host over four hundred people comfortably.

“So beautiful,” you murmur in surprise; momentarily turning back to see your chauffer placing the carefully wrapped giftboxes filled with the presents your mother and you chose for the baby shower by the table with the other gifts.

For your baby shower gift to Tom and Theresa, you picked out an abundance of cotton diapers, two bibs, three different pacifiers and a baby mat. 

As your mother and Mama Corleone are lost in conversation, you look up to see a heavily pregnant woman—Theresa—rise up from her seat at her table with  her hand over her baby bump.

Petite frame, blonde with bright eyes and American, Theresa’s eyes land on you as another woman approaches her by her side—a Sicilian—who looks like a striking combination of Carmela and Vito combined.

You assume this must be Connie—the only daughter of the Corleone family that your mother and Mama Corleone lead you up to now for introductions.

“Here is our lovely Theresa!” Carmela gestures to the pregnant young woman. “Seven months in with her little one already. Theresa, this is the daughter of my best friend, Gabriella. Her family is from Sicily too.”

“Hello,” Theresa shyly reaches out her hand to you. “It’s nice to meet you, Gabriella.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Theresa,” you give her a polite smile, shaking her hand back. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you!” Theresa’s eyes light up.

“And this is my daughter, Connie,” Carmela introduces Connie to you next, and you immediately notice Connie is much less shyer than her sister-in-law Theresa with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes from being introduced to you.

“Hi Gabriella,” Connie grins, “are you the only daughter in your family too?”

“Not exactly,” you let out a laugh, “I have a twin sister but she’s studying abroad.”

“Ah, lucky you! I’m the only sister,” Connie gives your hand a warm squeeze.

“I know what it’s like to grow up with many brothers around you, trust me,” you giggle back, knowing from what your mother told you that the Corleone’s are almost just as big of a family as yours and with many sons.

“Tell me about it,” Connie holds back her laughter and it immediately strikes you that Connie appears to be type of woman you can easily get along with and make the best of friends with her.

Just as warm, loving and trusting as Connie seems, you also can’t push past or ignore how you pick up an explainable kind of yearning sadness behind Connie’s eyes too.

Just as you’re thinking, Connie’s yearning to make a friend with someone like you and knowing she can easily be able to do so considering how close your families are; both of you around the same age and with familiar backgrounds.

Back inside Don Corleone’s office, greetings, congratulations and humble gift giving to Vito Corleone for Tom and Theresa’s baby shower has come to an end as Tom smiles to himself and keeps the stack of guests in the corner of Vito’s office and takes his seat again near his father.

A glass of richly aged bourbon is served for all of the men and Vito’s office door remains slightly ajar to help keep the air from getting stuffy from cigarette smoke.

“But the war,” Sonny begins, unamused, “it doesn’t mean too much for us, anyway.”

“Not at all,” your father says, shaking his head. “It’s a shame with all the bloodshed going on in Europe right now, but our interests remain the same and our assets here are protected.”

“We expect a prosperous new decade of us nonetheless,” Don Barzini adds.

“As do I,” Vito agrees. “One can only be concerned so much as to what strangers abroad are doing or how they risk their lives. We must work together so there’s no war between our families and only peace.”

“I have to say,” Tom speaks up, “to have no rivalry despite working with our families and their investments is impressive, Mr. Giordano.”

“I appreciate your praise, Tom,” Francesco gives Tom a polite smile. “In this line of work, I had to be a salesman and businessman. I hope our families can continue to be civil and work with one another. I know my wife enjoys the company of our family get-togethers and it would also be good for Gabriella as well, considering her sister is in Austria.”

“Ah, how is she?” Vito’s eyes light up in interest. “Enjoying her time abroad?”

“Indeed,” your father nods happily, “Bella is taking a varieties of courses on subjects in the arts, especially music and literature It’s good for her to broaden her horizons but I miss her, and I think Gabriella does too, of course.”

“Ah, very understandable,” Don Cuneo nods.

‘Gabriella?’ Sonny blinks, thinking to himself. ‘Who is she?’

“Michael is the same,” Vito gives his shoulders a shrug. “He is at Dartmouth now and I am proud of him for entering study in political science.”

“He doesn’t wish to follow in your footsteps, Vito?” Don Barzini smirks.

“He wants no involvement whatsoever,” Vito shakes his head. “Which is more than fine with me. Michael seeks a career in politics. I say sometimes American politics can be so foolish, but Michael can also be stubborn when he wants to. Nonetheless,” Vito places his hands down upon his desk, “I’m very proud of him.”

“Indecisive, perhaps?” Your father suggests.

“Nah,” Sonny interrupts, scoffing. “Michael wants to do everything and anything.”

“He is the youngest after all,” Tom chuckles quietly. “Then my sister Connie who is the youngest child of the family.”

“Ah, the lovely Connie,” Francesco smiles warmly, “of course. Michael is a bachelor, then?”

“All my sons are, except Tom,” Vito answers, somewhat unhappy about his answer. “Perhaps that will change, won’t it, Fredo?” Vito gives Fredo a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“Sure, Pop,” Fredo says back sheepishly.

“And Santino’s a different story,” Vito continues, gesturing to his eldest son.

“I dunno,” Sonny chuckles to himself, shrugging his shoulders. “Marriage isn’t really something on my mind just yet, you know.”

“Would you like to marry in the future, though?” Don Cuneo asks him.

“I do,” Sonny nods, “have some kids, a family—settle down, yeah. Why not? I just don’t think I got any opportunity to now but I’m not the kind of man who would push it all away.”

Vito nods, staring back down at his drink in hopes the conversation about Sonny being a bachelorette will change in the next few moments, for the sake of the Corleone family’s dignity.

Vito knows everyone else in the room is just as away of Sonny’s promiscuous behaviour and lifestyle as he is, after all.

~

Out in the courtyard with the ladies and you, most of the conversation continues with your mother, Theresa and Carmela, all giddy about Theresa’s pregnancy.

“Congratulations again, honey,” your mother tells Theresa, “how has it been for you so far? An easy pregnancy, I hope.”

“A little difficult, honestly,” Theresa admits, sheepishly. “It’s improving though.”

“It will for baby number two as well,” Carmela chimes in.

You turn back to Connie and smile, inviting a conversation of your own that she starts.

“Welcome, Gabriella,” Connie says to you, “it’s honestly nice to put a name to a face at last. Mama has told me a bit about you and your sister but we surprisingly never had the chance to meet.”

“I know,” you pout, “I wish we could have met one another much sooner. My twin sister is in Austria right now, actually, so she has no chance at all yet. You know, touring Western Europe when she feels up to an adventure. I’m not so lucky or adventurous though,” you laugh.

“Neither am I,” Connie admits, “it’s refreshing to meet someone like you. What’s Bella in Austria for?”

“Art school,” you reply, smoothening out your shirtwaist dress. “Art has always been a passion for Bella, mostly music, literature and art history.”

“Must run in the family then,” Connie beams at you, “mama told me both you and your mother are artists too.”

Flattered, you nod eagerly with a smile. “We’d like to say so! It runs within the ladies of the family. I adore fine art like sculpture and art history, but personally, it’s not my passion.”

“Applied arts then, maybe?” Connie offers, growing further interested in the conversation at hand.

“Something like that,” you ponder for a moment, “I prefer painting, like mama. I’ve always loved doing so.”

“Wow,” Connie murmurs to herself, “do you have any inspirations for making art?”

“Maybe not the answer you’re looking for—” you chuckle sheepishly, “but I’d honestly have to say emotions inspire me, and my environment. Even the weather—small things like that. Artists like Van Gogh and Monet also inspire me.”

“That’s amazing,” Connie brushes back a curtain of her dark hair behind her ear. “Mama had actually been telling me earlier about the private art school your mother teaches at and…I was honestly thinking about enrolling to get a feel for myself but I wasn’t entirely too sure.”

“Definitely go for it,” you can scarcely hide the enthusiasm in your tone. “Mama would be more than happy to guide you along the way too. I still attend when I have the time and you could too for passion or for credentials. There’s something for everyone.”

“Absolutely,” your mother chimes into the conversation. “I would love to show you around the school as well, Constanzia. Someday, Gabriella will have to show you her paintings.”

“I would like that very much,” Connie smiles back politely. “I can tell she’s very talented.”

“Thank you,” you blush.

“She’s a nurse by trade, did you know that?” Mama Corleone adds, causing both Theresa and Connie’s eyes to widen in surprise.

“I am,” you admit, noticing how proud your mother looks next to you. “Practice and passion versus hobbies and passion.”

“Wow,” Theresa breathes, “that’s wonderful. How do you like nursing, Gabriella?”

“So far, so good,” you giggle quietly. “I’m fairly new to the practice but I’ve been tending to some injured soldiers lately. It’s practical, and I’m excited to see where the career takes me.”

“A nurse at a baby shower, how nice!” Theresa gushes.

~

With business conversation endlessly continuing in Vito’s office, Sonny remains to be the only one itching to get out of his seat and at least take cigarette break from the stuffy talk he has no need to contribute too.

Then again, Sonny’s more obligated to listen and consider every word coming out of Vito’s mouth wisely due to being his father’s successor and having to expect the same business talks directed towards him someday.

“You can tell Luca,” Vito gestures to Sonny, grabbing his attention. “Give him a call and let him know, since he won’t listen to Tom anyway.”

Chuckles fill the room as Sonny gives a nod, sighing in relief under his breath and beginning to rise from his seat.

You’ve just stepped into the Corleone manor for a quick bathroom break after getting some much needed directions from Connie on how to navigate the estate; unable to stop yourself from gazing and admiring the furniture and fixtures of the stunning foyer.

Remembering Connie’s words on reaching the first bathroom, you begin to head down the hallway when you momentarily stop in your tracks to sneeze.

Covering your nose, you sneeze quietly and sniffle—instantly feeling a momentary sharp prickle in your nostrils.

Blinking, you continue walking forward—albeit slowly—due to being distracted by the small throbbing pain beginning to start in your nose.

“Ugh…” You rub your nose tenderly, eyes widening in surprise to see droplets of blood over your fingers.

A split second passes before you sneeze again, realizing the culprit is the stuffy and somewhat dust filled air in the hallway getting to you.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve experienced something similar, but it annoys you to no avail nonetheless.

You cover your nose and continue heading towards where you assume the nearest bathroom is, being careful so as not to spill any blood on the mahogany floorboards or onto your dress.

“Found it yet?!” You hear Connie’s voice echo down from the foyer as she peaks her head inside the estate.

“Yes, don’t worry!” You let out a half muffled call back, spotting the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you back outside!” Connie shouts, shutting the front door behind her.

The “yes, don’t worry!” you proclaimed out catches Sonny’s interest instantly; the sound of an unfamiliar, yet sweet voice he’s never heard before.

Stunned, Sonny’s unable to focus on anything else and drowns out the chatter and noise from Vito’s office before he exits out into the hallway and shuts the door of Vito’s office behind him.

You sneeze again, whimpering out of annoyance as you feel blood beginning to trickle from your nose.

Following every sound you make, Sonny furrows his brows and walks downstairs and towards the hallway cautiously—both hands in the pockets of his dress trousers.

Only a split second later does Sonny spot you; an unfamiliar woman with your back facing him, wearing a burgundy swing dress with white kitten heels, your hair curled over your shoulders and more peculiarly, how you clutch your hand over your nose.

“Are you alright?” Sonny speaks out to you, coming closer to step into your line of view.

You blink, assuming one of the Corleone family’s bodyguards or security must have heard you sneezing and walking around the manor by now, but when you turn around you can tell just by the posture and amused expression over the stranger’s face that he’s neither.

Sonny and you don’t know one another nor have you seen each other before. You’re not even aware of what the Corleone men’s names are besides Tom and Vito, and you just learned Tom’s today through Theresa.

Blush instantly hits your cheeks as you feel your skin warm at the sight of Sonny. This man is tall with a slim but lean, fit build; sharp shoulders giving Sonny a firm build, his hair in brunette curls and his jawline chiselled with a smirk over his face.

There’s an air of confidence over Sonny and you can already tell with just a glance that he’s someone important.

You assume just by Sonny’s body language across from you that aggressiveness isn’t unheard of from him, but he seems intrigued and even friendly towards you.

“Oh, fine, thank you,” you answer back, still covering your nose. “I didn’t imagine it to be so stuffy down here.”

Sonny chuckles, stepping closer to you before taking one hand out of his pocket to gesture around to the walls. “The walls in this place are older than you and be combined. Don’t mind that.”

You gaze up at Sonny, unable to stop yourself from blushing as he gets closer to you.

You lower your hand away from your face without even realizing it, revealing your bloody nose to Sonny.

Sonny barely reacts to the sight of blood over your face but the look upon his face that he gives you doesn’t appear the way one would gaze at a stranger or someone they’ve met for the first time; the look in Sonny’s eyes may as well tell him he’s known you his whole life.

Sonny wants to ask you if he’s seen you somewhere or if the two of you know each other from some time ago, but something urges him to keep quiet, knowing the answer must be no.

Sonny’s muscles tense from a rush of arousal hitting him at the sight of you, already wildly attracted to you with no intention of denying it.

“Here,” Sonny reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a neatly folded, silk handkerchief before handing it to you. “Don’t let it bleed all over you now.”

You hesitate for a moment, not at Sonny’s kindness but the expensive cloth he’s just handed you to wipe your nose with.

A warm, playful smile crosses Sonny’s lips as he reads through your hesitancy. “You’re Gabriella, aren’t you?”

Sonny knows better. An unfamiliar woman in his house with Mr. Giordano visiting? He’s already beginning to figure you out. Luckily, he didn’t assume you’re Bella.

“I am,” blushing, you answer a little out of breath and take the silk handkerchief from Sonny. “Thank you so much…” Your voice trails off as you realize you don’t know this man’s name.

“Santino Corleone,” Sonny introduces himself t you. “But everyone calls me Sonny.”

‘So he IS a Corleone…��

“Sonny,” you repeat, feeling your cheeks stinging with blush. “Thank you.”

Sonny grins, extending out a hand to shake yours as you wipe your nose with your free one. “It’s nice to meet you at last, Miss Giordano.”

As you shake Sonny’s hand back, you feel the same current of arousal rushing through him go through you.

“We haven’t met before, have we?” Sonny finally asks, unable to shake off the belief that he’s more than just familiar with you.

“This would be the first time,” you shake your head, “it’s nice to meet you as well. I’ve yet to meet your whole family yet, but,” you smile shyly, “thank you for having us to celebrate Tom and Theresa.”

“Thanks for coming,” Sonny smirks, “you’ve probably met Theresa already but Tom will be out in a moment and then you can see him too.”

You don’t notice Sonny’s eager eyes gazing up and down at your figure a split second after.

“Were you looking for someone or something?” Sonny asks you.

“Just the bathroom,” you admit, sheepishly. “I…” Your nose has fortunately stopped bleeding, but you look at the silk handkerchief in your hand to see the crimson mess staining through it.

“Don’t worry about it, darling,” Sonny scoffs; he couldn’t care less about the damn handkerchief.

“If you insist,” you begin to carefully fold the handkerchief in the palm of your hand. “It’s just about the whole reason why I came in.”

“Fair enough,” Sonny forces his eyes off of yours, gesturing further down the hallway. “Unless the whole baby shower is waiting for you to get back, I’ll help you out here. Give you a tour of the estate and every bathroom you can find in here.”

“Oh, Mr—” you correct yourself immediately, “Sonny—I would like that very much but I don’t want to interrupt what you’re doing for something like that—”

“Believe me, I insist,” Sonny interrupts, smiling at you. “Guests come first. It’s really no problem. Let me give you a proper tour around here.”

“Alright then,” you accept, smiling back at him. “If it’s no trouble with you, I’d love to.”

“Alright then, Miss Gabriella,” Sonny moves next to you, leading the way out of the hall. “Stay close to me, alright?”

Blushing furiously, you nod back at Sonny who looks over at you behind his shoulder. “I’m with you.”

There’s no doubt about it; had you refused to go along with Santino and returned back to the baby shower or simply didn’t choose to communicate or see Sonny again after today, of course your life would be different. Either way, it would have changed.

What would you know now in this fleeting moment that couldn’t possibly mean anything else to you, trusting in this influential man son to a powerful Don that you just met, feeling as if he’s suddenly wanted to treat you as someone else in his home other than a guest?

If anyone asked years from now, you would tell them the truth. Yes, you would follow Santino Corleone to the ends of the earth, to hell if you had to and beyond that to meet him in whatever life awaited you next.

This is just the beginning of what destiny has spelled out for you side to side with a man like Santino Corleone.

But for now, you follow Sonny in hopes you’ll get to know this kind stranger and the Corleone family better, because your heart is bound to give in sooner rather than later.

[lostloveletters]

Reader-insert fics for The Godfather. You can also find these fics on my AO3.

I do not take fic requests.

Do not interact if you’re under 18, a terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

MICHAEL

Give Me Shelter, The Night Is Dark - Michael Corleone x Reader (Vampire AU, smut, female reader)

Something Borrowed - Michael Corleone x Reader (Friends to lovers, smut, female reader)

SONNY

One of Those Nights - Sonny Corleone x Reader (Smut, female reader)

[fangirl-imagines]

The Godfather Masterlist

Michael Corleone:

Being in a Relationship with Michael Corleone Would Include...

Going to the Chapel//Michael Corleone x Reader

Michael Corleone Having a S/O with Anxiety Would Include...

Michael Corleone Having a S/O with PTSD Would Include...

Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take it Off//Michael Corleone x Reader Smut

Michael Corleone’s S/O Having an Eating Disorder Would Include...

Going to Sicily with Michael Corleone Would Include...

Michael Corleone’s Wife Being Best Friends with Fredo Would Include...

Close Call//Michael Corleone x Reader

Having a Baby with Michael Corleone Would Include...

Celebrating Your College Graduation with Michael Corleone Would Include...

Christmas as Michael Corleone’s Wife Would Include...

Christmas Shopping with Michael Corleone Would Include...

Date Night with Michael Corleone Moodboard

Sonny Corleone: 

Ride Home//Sonny Corleone x Reader

Being in a Relationship with Sonny Corleone Would Include...

Vito Corleone: 

Celebrating Your College Graduation with Vito Corleone Would Include...

Christmas with Young!Vito Corleone and Your Family Would Include...

Fredo Corleone: 

Your First Christmas Party With Fredo Corleone Would Include...

Tom Hagen: None Yet

Godfather Preferences: 

What It Would Be Like To Kiss the Corleone Men (+Tom) 

What Kind of Girl Would the Godfather Men Go For

How the Godfather Men Would Take Care of Their Sick S/O 

[hoffmans-hoffman]

I'm a lazy bitch, and putting some fics on hold so 🐝

What I'll be doing is having my Asks open for x Readers (Mostly gender neutral and Male...I just feel like I don't write women goon)

List of characters I write for

Sonny Corleone

Tom Hagen

Michael Corleone

Mo Green

Enzo the Baker (He is my sweet baby boy)

+ whatever one you want, those are just the people I'm good at

What I write, I can do sweet fluff, I can do injuries, however I don't do requested smut

But let me know what I can do, just send an ask also some of the characters maybe more like the book than the movie but try a good mix of both

- Nov 🐝

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles 

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead 

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan 

Dating Poly Bill and Ted 

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons 

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society 

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy 

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild 

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High 

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me 

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt 

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis 

Poly Billy and  Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled 

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend 

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you 

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale 

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist 

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~ 

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

JD

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett 

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)

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"Mafia Wife" Fanfic Tagslist ❤️‍🔥

Please ONLY interact with this post (like, reblog or reply to this) if you’d like to be added to the tagslist of my newest, upcoming Sonny Corleone x Reader smut fic, "Mafia Wife"! 💓

“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

The first chapter will be coming soon! Stay tuned!! 🤞🏻💖

[melis-writes]

Mafia Wife [Sonny Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter Masterlist.

A masterlist of all currently posted chapters both up on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) and here on Tumblr. Like/save the post to stay updated!

18+, explicit smut read. All specific warnings available on AO3. Sexy Sonny Corleone gifs only available on Tumblr chapter uploads.

“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

Chapter 1 – La Famiglia Giordano [AO3] / [Tumblr].

[melis-writes]

“I’m gonna get you pregnant again—” Sonny roams one hand down to your small, growing baby bump, never slowing down in the pace of his thrusting. “And again—and again—do you hear me?”

And every year after that again and again… 🫠🫠

Again.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant again—” Sonny speaks through hot breaths, letting his free hand roam over your small, growing baby bump. “And again—and again—do you hear me?”

“Y-yes! S-Sonny—” A loud moan escapes your lips as you rock your hips back against his. “Yes!”

“Every single year,” Sonny pants, giving both of your thighs a harsh smack before keeping them around his waist. “I want you fucking filled with my seed.”

“Mm!” You squeal out in pleasure—feeling your eyes prickle with tears from the euphoric sensations washing over your body again and again like shockwaves.

“I’m gonna have you like this—” Sonny leans down with a deep groan, pressing his forehead against yours. “Make you mine again.”

“I a-am,” you giggle breathily, catching Sonny’s lips in a deep, crushing kiss.

Moaning back in your mouth, Sonny doesn’t relent with his ruthless thrusting; keeping you pinned down upon the bed in a perfect bent missionary position.

With one hand wrapped around Sonny’s shoulder and the other scratching down his back, you roll your eyes back upon the rush of your orgasm beginning to approach.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Sonny grunts in your ear, “gonna cum in that sweet pussy of yours again—fuck,”

"D-do it, do it, do it, p-please!" Barely able to get another word out, you lock your thighs around his waist and brace for the impact of your heavenly orgasm to wash out of you.

[melis-writes]

… what about some Victonny smut where Victoria calls Sonny daddy 👀👀👀

Out of all the Corleone men, I only see Sonny liking being called “daddy”, I’m not gonna lie... 👀😳

'Daddy'.

“O-Oh my God…” You whine out against the pillow to muffle out your moans, clenching onto the bedsheets with all your remaining strength.

“You take it so good, baby,” Sonny breathes against your back; one hand cupped over your ass and the other arching your back in a face down, ass up doggy style position. “So fucking good.”

You curl your toes from the sensation of pleasure mixing with the pressure of all ten inches of Sonny’s cock thrusting into your pussy—stretching you and fucking you deep.

“More, more…” You squeeze your eyes shut, beginning to move your hips back to meet Sonny’s slow rhythm.

“Only if you promise you’re going to be a good girl this time,” Sonny gives your ass a playful smack, “or I won’t give you what you want.”

“Doubt you can hold back,” you giggle breathily, looking back at Sonny over your shoulder.

“Don’t tempt me, sugar,” Sonny chuckles, licking over his lips before leaning over and kissing you sloppily over the mouth. “I wanna make a mess inside that sweet pussy.”

“All yours, daddy,” you moan softly in Sonny’s mouth as he begins to pick up his pace, thrusting into you faster.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sonny tugs a fistful of your hair, arching your back again as he begins to ram his cock into your pussy.

“Yours, daddy, y-yours!” You squeal out, letting moan after moan escape your lips.

[melis-writes]

Hello sweet Melis! I have a prompt idea for Sonny x Reader 🤭🤭🤭 If it's okay with you, can you please write a sexual scene where reader is very shy and insecure about her body, but Sonny comforts her and they end up having soft romantic sex?👉👈 Yes I'm a big sucker for love and romance! 😭Love you very much and send you lots of kisses 😘😘😘😘😚😚😚😚😚😚

But of course!! 😋❤️ My first Sonny x Reader request and I’d be more than happy to write it! Prepare for lots of fluff and of course, soft and loving sex. 🥵 Thank you for the request, lovely!! Finally got around to writing this sweet piece at long last. Lots of love and kisses right back at you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Laying over the scarlet, silk bedsheets with only the duvet half sprawled over your half-naked body, you gaze up at Sonny who slowly paces around the bedroom shirtless—smoking a cigarette.

“Well, baby, ya got your wish,” a grin spreads across Sonny’s lips as he blows out smoke around him. “Just you and me tonight, like we planned.”

“With the lights off this time too, maybe?” You blush, resting your chin over your first.

“Lights off?” Sonny raises a brow, moving towards the ashtray on the end-table next to the bed. “Feelin’ shy, baby?”

“Maybe,” you nibble on the corner of your lip, making eye contact with Sonny.

Sonny scrunches up his cigarette in the ashtray, ensuring its put out as he keeps his eyes over you. “Shy, huh? Well…” Straightening his posture, Sonny continues to gaze at you for a moment curiously. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna, baby—”

“It’s not that, baby,” you shake your head. “You know how much I’ve missed you this week, and you know if it was up to me we’d never get out of this room.”

“Right,” Sonny chuckles, beginning to unbuckle his leather belt. “But shy… Now that’s interesting.”

“How so?” Barely realizing it yourself, you pull the blanket further up your breasts to conceal yourself.

“Because…” Sonny moves closer towards the bed, throwing off his belt and letting it drop to the floor. “You and I both know you’re not shy, sweetheart. So what’s the matter? Hmm? Lights off and all?”

“Can you blame me?” You mumble under your breath.

“What?” Sonny furrows his brows in confusion, kneeling onto the bed, but it’s the movement of your hands clutching the blanket over your body and hiding yourself that gives it all away to him.

“I don’t know,” you frown back at Sonny. “It’s like… Sometimes I feel as if I haven’t come to terms with myself and I don’t know how to or anything. I barely want to see myself like this, I’m just…”

Your voice fades away as you lose your train of thought, noticing the concern growing in Sonny’s eyes as he listens to you.

“Nah, baby, no. Come on, no.” Sonny shakes his head, pulling you into his embrace on his side of the bed. “C’mere, sweetheart. Yeah, come ‘ere.”

“I feel gross, Sonny,” you admit, holding back your tears as you hug onto his chest. “I don’t know, it’s like I’m not good enough and—”

“Hey,” Sonny places his finger over your bottom lip, staring at you. “No, we ain’t gonna say shit like that. You and I both know it’s not true. It’s not.”

You shyly gaze away, remaining quiet as Sonny rubs up and down your back tenderly to comfort you.

“I know my woman like the back of my hand,” Sonny gives your waist a light squeeze. “And I have no idea what the hell you’re going on about. You’re beautiful, baby.”

Sonny caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand. “And I mean it. You’ve no idea how beautiful you are.  What, you wanna be like everyone else?” He raises his brows. “’Cause you’re the most unique woman I ever met—I don’t want anyone else but you, and that’s including all that you are and that you have.”

“Sonny…” The blush on your cheeks sting and intensify, becoming apparent to Sonny.

“I’m serious, baby,” Sonny steals a sloppy kiss from your lips. “You’re fine as hell, fuckin’ beautiful. Just beautiful.” He leans his head down, pecking little kisses over your collarbones. “Mm, all of you from head to toe, damn.”

You throw your head back, giggling from the sensation of Sonny’s warm lips tickling over your skin. “If you say so.”

“I damn do,” Sonny reaffirms, slowly beginning to inch the blanket off of your body. “This is all I wanna come home to, nothin’ else. You…” Sonny presses his body against yours as you let out a soft groan. “And all of you and your beauty, baby.”

“How do you do that?” You whisper, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s shoulders. “Just…” A streak of shyness hits you again as you form your next words, “comfort me, make me feel like I’m home and—”

Sonny cuts off your sentence by sealing a kiss over your lips; not one fueled by sexual desire and lust, but pure passion and love towards you.

“Because I love you,” Sonny breathes as he parts away from the kiss. “And you’re my only girl. Nothin’ in the world is gonna change that. Every single part of you…” Sonny tosses off the blanket from your body, letting his firm hands roam over your breast. “Is fuckin’ beautiful, baby. All of you.”

You breath out Sonny’s name, lost in the embrace of your lover as one kiss leads to another—deepening and growing with desire.

Unable to get enough of one another, you can feel all your insecurities and shyness easily melt away in Sonny’s embrace—in belief of his reassuring, loving words.

There isn’t a part of your body Sonny wouldn’t worship—absolutely adore and kiss all over.

Insistent on both teasing and pleasing you, Sonny’s body hovers over top of yours as he throws off his trousers and boxer briefs—his lips still colliding with yours.

Your hand wraps around Sonny’s back while the other roams through his brunette curls, tugging gently as you spread your legs as wide as you can and keep them wrapped around your lover’s waist.

“I love you, baby,” Sonny mumbles against your lips before kissing them again and again, wanting nothing more than to get lost in you.

“I love you too,” you moan out, feeling Sonny slowly begin to enter you. “Oh, please…”

“Shit,” you hear Sonny groan quietly to himself, pushing his cock inside of you inch by inch.

You roll your eyes back in pleasure, burying your face in Sonny’s shoulder as he begins to slowly pace himself in and out of you with deep thrusts snapping back into your hips.

“C’mere, c’mere—” Sonny trails wet kisses along the side of your neck, gripping your hips gently to keep himself angled inside of you.

“Ohhh!” You cry out, feeling your thighs tingle against Sonny’s waist as his cock thrusts close to your G-Spot.

“Ahh, right there, huh baby?” You can feel Sonny smirking against your skin as he leans in closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “You like that?”

“Oh God, yes,” you whimper, nodding back at him frantically.

“You really—” Sonny speaks inbetween his thrusts, “are fucking perfect, you know that, baby? Mm, fuck, you feel so good.”

“M-more, more—” You curl your toes, unable to stop your moans from getting louder with each slow, loving thrust inside of you.

Amidst both of your moans and groans, the only thing you can hear are your bodies against the silky bedsheets wrinkling underneath you two and the slight squeaking of the mattress as your love making session with Sonny grows more feverish.

[melis-writes]

Ok this is an interesting request for you

What if Victoria and Sonny had an affair early on after meeting each other and her marrying Michael? There was an instant connection and attraction between them and Sonny gets her pregnant but Michael thinks he’s the father of the twins 🙊

Sonny has had twins before… he does it to Victoria this time around 🔥

Oh… Wow. 👀 What an AU we have over here. 😅😅 Sonny’s the father of Niccolo and Verona!! The timing just has to be impeccable here. 😳

“Do you accept, Victoria? Will you marry Michael Corleone?”

“I do accept.”

‘What else could I have said?’ After all this time, your gaze fell upon the gold wedding band adorning Sandra’s ring upon her finger which not only served as a reminder that what you had with Sonny could only be an affair, but that it was indeed over.

Fate did not align in the beginning for you to meet a man like Michael Corleone—not while he was considered a “civilian” in the “family business” and away at war with a lover, Kay, awaiting his return.

The only Corleone you knew was Santino; the eldest, brash, hot-headed without the need to pretend to be a tough guy but the one who instantly ensnared you.

Then again, Sonny could easily say the same. You only ever felt such an instant connection like that in the presence of one another after all.

“Where do you think this will all go?” You murmured over your lover’s chest, snuggled up after making love to one another.

“Anywhere it needs to,” Sonny answered you; his hands stroking through your silky hair. “You know I’m planning on it.”

Your eyes widened as you tilted your head to look up at Sonny with surprise.

He nodded back at you and pressed a gentle kiss upon your forehead. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with a woman I don’t love, Vic. I’m going to make us happen, I just need more time.”

You understood and you didn’t let impatience consume you, but Michael’s own actions involving himself into the criminal underworld of his family’s affairs directly paved the path for your engagement to him instead.

From loving gazes to small talk, you cherished every moment you could spend with Sonny—especially alone—when your family visited or hosted the Corleones.

None other than Sonny and yourself noticed the instant attraction and chemistry that sparked between the two of you, but there was no possibility to confess your love for Sonny and the nature of your affair when he was still a married man.

“I only—” Sonny spoke between feverish kisses over your lips, “want you.”

“Show me,” you whispered, teasing him as you pressed your naked body up against Sonny’s. “Show me again.”

How could you have known your father’s intentions of making peace with the Corleones amidst such a time of turmoil and tension come through marriage?

‘I could have said no.’

“Could get you pregnant this time, y’know,” Sonny groaned softly against the side of your neck.

“D-doesn’t matter,” you moaned back and dug your nails into Sonny’s back as his thrusts grew deeper and more forceful.

Smirking against your skin, Sonny tilted your chin down to face him—letting his thumb run down your bottom lip as he gazed into your eyes. “I’d run away with you in a heartbeat, baby.”

Despite all the private intimacy you and Sonny shared with an intent on safe sex, the neither of you cared about being too cautious and entirely preventing pregnancy.

It was pregnancy after all keeping you from truly being with the man you loved, and Sonny didn’t care how it looked either.

If both of you disappeared, it would be easy for both of your families to put two and two together thus disgracing your names and embroiling everyone into a scandal, but Sonny was also more than willing to fake his own death and wait for you in another state.

Bearing the children of the man you adore and being able to spend eternity with him would be worth the thrill, the risk and everything inbetween.

‘But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wanted to say ‘yes’ to Michael and not just because I couldn’t say ‘yes’ to Sonny.’

Although what you felt for Sonny and how you yearned for him was simply uncomparable to anyone or anything else, there was also a different kind of longing and connection you felt for Michael Corleone when you first met him.

You were pregnant for barely ten days when you met Michael, and blissfully unaware for the time being so yourself, you agreed to marry the man you could have.

Nothing such as divorcing Sandra for you or running off with some silly idea could ever come to fruition now; there was expectation placed upon you and Michael but it only had meaning because you both gave it so.

“I’m glad, darling,” Michael murmured as he held both of your hands in his; his eyes gazing over your stomach. “We’ll be starting a family together—just you and I.”

Naturally both Michael and his family were all the more pleased when you “immediately” got pregnant, but the news couldn’t fool Sonny let alone you.

You knew you must have conceived shortly before you and Michael got married, but there was absolutely no suspicion or questions asked about the revelation of your pregnancy a few days after your wedding night.

You and Sonny both knew you were carrying his twins inside of you, just as Sandra carried Sonny’s two twin girls.

It wasn’t that you had the heart to tell Michael or that you felt ashamed and guilty; you were far removed from such feelings because you knew you’d rather be bearing Sonny’s children than Michael’s.

Michael, completely oblivious that he wasn’t the father of the little baby twins he held in his arms, was just as unaware that his wife was forever in love with another man—his own older brother.

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“I know you want me more than Michael.” 🥵🔥

Oh... 😶❤️‍🔥 Victonny strikes again. 🥴 Extreme smut warning underneath the cut!! 🥵

Confess Your Lust.

“I know you want me more than Michael,” Sonny breathes hotly against your neck, deepening the pace of his thrusts.

“Mm!” You bite down hard on your lip, attempting to muffle out moan after moan as Sonny’s cock slicks in you again and again, brushing up against your weak spot.

“Say it,” Sonny grazes his teeth against your skin, leaving a sloppy kiss over it. “Say it.”

“I—Ohhhhh!” You curl your toes, attempting to keep your ankles balanced over Sonny’s shoulders as he has you in the perfect constricted position to angle his cock upwards. “I want—”

“You fuck like you do,” Sonny chuckles breathily, burying his face inbetween your breasts. “Your pussy says you do.”

“I want y-you, you—I want you more—” out of breath from the rough and quickened pace of thrusting, your breasts jiggle against Sonny’s face as you grip onto his arms for balance.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” Sonny hisses, catching your nipple in his mouth and only continuing to pound your pussy.

“I want you more than Michael—” You whimper out, your voice threatening to break.

“I wanna hear you say that again and again,” Sonny tilts your chin down to face him, crushing his lips over yours in a wet, full mouthed kiss. “When I cum in you and you lose track, what do you say, hmm?”

“I love your cum, I l-love your cum—” You swallow hard, hungrily kissing Sonny back.

“You like being filled up with my cum, don’t you?” Sonny squeezes your face, giving it a little shake. “Like fucking walking around dripping with my seed?”

“Y-YES!” You shriek, tightly wrapping your legs around Sonny’s shoulders. “M-My God!”

“You fuck so good, you know that?” Sonny slaps your ass harshly, pulling away momentarily to grin down at the mess beneath you both.

One after another, loads of Sonny’s cum has oozed out of your pussy with each thrust and orgasm—seeping down your inner thighs and smearing over your asshole.

“You love taking it like a good girl—” Sonny takes some of his cum off your ass, popping his finger into your mouth. “Taste it, baby. Yeah, taste it.”

You suck onto Sonny’s index finger greedily, licking off all his cum as his cock continues to slosh in and out of your pussy one thrust at a time.

“More, more,” you dig your nails into Sonny’s arms, pouting. “I want you more—I want you to fuck me more!”

[melis-writes]

Request: Halloween SINspired

There’s a Halloween party at Lake Tahoe with tons of people, tons of guests, tons of adults and kids.

Victoria looks aaaamazing in her costume and as Michael and everyone else is extremely busy, having fun… she sneaks away with Sonny, who looks hot in his costume too… and they sneak off to have a quickie or two in a less busy area maybe in a bathroom or closet… its risqué yes but Sonny and Victoria know they need each other ASAP 🔥😈

Luckily nobody finds them or hears them or notices they’re gone

Halloween costume party at Lake Tahoe AND some Victonny!! Playful, sexy and fun all in one prompt. 😏🥵

Halloween at the Lake Tahoe compound may just as well be the one and only celebration of the year that gets its worth of fun and excitement hosted by the Corleone family.

More so a time of enjoyment and insistence from just about everyone except for Vito whom could care less, but is grateful nonetheless for the time spent with his grandchildren having fun and Michael, whose always been completely against the idea of a Halloween party.

With the party having started just at sundown, a fireworks show is planned at midnight, colorful Halloween themed refreshments are served all night and a buffet table filled with various selections of cakes, baked treats, pastries and candy line up the compound’s gazebo.

Little twinkling orange and white lights illuminate walkways and fenced areas for guests to get around the compound safely and security is diligent at every entrance, gate and exit of the compound for the evening.

All are invited without just an exclusivity for adults with the one time the children are allowed to stay up past midnight frolicking around in excitement with their costumes on, trick or treating from the adults who carry a pumpkin shaped satchel filled with chocolates and candies.

“Daddy, you could have been Count Dracula!” Verona pouts, holding a fake pair of fangs in her hand.

Michael, having zero interest in the party let alone wearing a costume hasn’t dressed up or made himself feel like he’s at a party; rather, Michael’s dressed in a three piece black suit and coming to terms with all the socialization he’ll have to make with all the guests approaching him every now and then.

Michael glances at the fake fangs in his daughters hand, shaking his head. “I think they’d look better on you.”

“On me?” Verona gasps, waving her star shaped wand around, “but I’m a magical fairy, I can’t have fangs!”

“You could be a magical fairy with fangs!” Niccolo adds, skipping up to his father and sister. “Lots of fairies around here, but how many of them have fangs?”

“Your brother has a point,” Michael chuckles quietly, crossing his arms.

“Hmm,” Verona peeks curiously at the fangs in her hand, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess so! I could be a spooky fairy!”

Michael’s eyes dart cautiously over the crowds around him, unable to spot you from any table or gathering. “Have you two seen your mother?”

“I’m right here, baby,” you blush, approaching the twins and Michael from behind. “Just thought my makeup needed a little bit of a touch up to get into the witchy look.”

Michael turns around to face you with the twins; raising his brows in surprise at the level of detail and dedication put into your witch costume.

Your dress is a dark violet witch costume complete with a pointy velvet hat and a mini dress with the back tattered and longer than the front.

Your costume’s sleeves are flared and have a black lace cobweb shape while a sexy peek of your cleavage covered by the same lace detailing.

With dark plum covered makeup, mascara and a burgundy lipstick over your lips, you’ve fit right into the role of a sexy, mystical witch for tonight’s Halloween party.

“Wow, mama!” Verona giggles excitedly, “the prettiest witch ever!”

“I like your costume, mama!” Niccolo beams, dressed as a pirate himself.

“Why thank you, honey,” you wink, extending out your arms. “So, what do you think?”

“I can say that’s the most detail on a costume I’ve seen tonight,” Michael comments, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Very…witchy.”

You giggle, hugging his arm. “If this surprises you, wait until you see Sandra. She’s dressed as a black cat.”

“I’ll pass,” Michael murmurs, “I thought she’d at least match with Sonny but he’s caused all of us enough embarrassment for tonight.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widen in surprise. “How so?”

Verona and Niccolo giggle amidst one another. “Uncle Sonny’s a werewolf, mama.”

“A werewolf? Soooo…” You squint your eyes, looking back towards your family’s reserved table before spotting a frustrated Sandra with her arms crossed lecturing Sonny.

Dressed as a werewolf, Sonny’s practically topless—only wearing a tattered shirt ripped with claw marks on it and fur covered trousers to make up for the rest.

“Oh,” the blush over your cheeks intensifies. “I see what you mean now. Also doesn’t really match with Sandra’s costume, does it?”

Michael rolls his eyes, “I don’t care about that. Regardless, I’ll be with my father and the others at the far end table if you need me, darling.”

“Sure thing, honey,” you peck a kiss over Michael’s lips before turning to the twins. “No wandering off too far you two, alright?”

“Okay, mama!”

“Good,” you laugh softly. “I’ll go check up on the cat and the werewolf to see if everything’s alright.”

Just as you turn and slip past the crowds in front you, by the time you peek up your head to see one of the family tables and spot Sonny and Sandra, you notice only Sonny stands alone with an old fashioned cocktail in his hand and a very amused smirk over his lips.

“Wow, rough night?” You tease, gesturing to Sonny’s torn top.

“Something like that,” Sonny grins at you, glancing at you from head to toe. “Sexy witch decided to finally come around, huh?”

“You could make it a little less obvious, you know,” you speak back to Sonny in a playful tone, adjusting your witch hat. “People will start talking and thinking the werewolf has something for the witch.”

“Really?” Sonny chuckles, gesturing around him. “All I’m seeing are people stuffing their faces with cake and alcohol. The estates are off limits, obviously.”

“Mhmm,” you confirm, “I was just getting ready in the bathroom a minute ago.”

“I assumed so,” Sonny caresses your chin, “too bad. I’ve been thinking about nothing but fucking that sweet mouth of yours all night and you’ve put all that trouble into your makeup.”

Your eyes widen a little as your cheeks sting, flaring with blush. “Thinking of making a mess?”

“I’ll keep it in you if you don’t let too much ooze down those pretty thighs of yours,” Sonny smirks wryly. “I think I’ll go use the bathroom in the family estate now. Care to join me?”

Sonny doesn’t wait for your response, but the inviting, devilish look in his eyes says it all to you.

Standing by, you let Sonny walk a few meters passed you before you begin to follow, trying to make it look as if you’re going somewhere else in case a pair of curious eyes spots the two of you leaving the party.

With the crowds, guests and Michael seemingly busy enough indulged in conversation, drinks and meals, you and Sonny carefully sneak off to the family estate which is all but completely empty with the exception of the serving staff in the kitchen.

“You know me so well,” you whisper, taking the lead and walking towards the most secluded bathroom you can think of.

“Didn’t think you’d want me again so soon in one night but here you are,” Sonny teases, quietly following you into the bathroom.

“We can make it the second quickie of the night, huh?” You lean your back against the bathroom counter as Sonny locks the door behind him. “Before I rip off what’s left of your shirt.”

“Be my guest,” Sonny hisses, squeezing his hands over your ass tightly. “You know there’s nothing I’d love more than letting you get back to the party a cum drenched mess.”

“That’s fine,” you breath, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s neck as he hoists you up onto the bathroom counter. “I can still feel your cum from earlier in me. I need more.”

“Slutty little witch,” Sonny hikes up your costume above your waist, pushing your panties to the side. “Still dripping wet, aren’t you?”

“You’ve no idea,” you moan against Sonny’s neck as his fingers graze over your dewy clit. “I need this right now.”

“Never gonna get used to hearing that,” Sonny licks over his lips, hearing how your wet pussy lips spread apart as he slowly begins to push his cock into you. “Be a good girl and stay quiet, eh?”

“Mmhmm—” Nodding weakly, you bury your face into Sonny’s shoulder as he thrusts every inch of his thick, erect cock inside of you relatively with ease.

Still turned on and tingling with arousal from earlier, you angle your thighs over Sonny’s shoulder and keep your back pressed up against the wall—being fucked in a perfectly constricted position on the bathroom counter.

With not a single soul around to hear or even notice you and Sonny having disappeared from the party and gone back into the estate at the same time, the real party begins between the two of you.

Sneaking away for the second time in the evening, Sonny’s warm cock fills your pussy again to satisfy your every sinful need and desire this Halloween.

Your pussy’s wetness easily lubricates Sonny’s cock, and the sound of your pussy gushing against his shaft with each thrust only furthers your arousal.

Sonny keeps his grunts and groans as quiet and to himself as possible, focused on jerking his hips back and forth into you at the quickest, sloppiest pace he can keep.

Your ankles shake over Sonny’s shoulders as you silence out all your moans against Sonny’s shoulders; only the sound of your diamond anklet tinkling can be heard inbetween skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck, baby,” you hear Sonny whisper in your ear, clutching onto your thighs. “I’m gonna fill you up so good—so fucking good.”

Wondering just how much longer he’ll have to bear this party, Michael glances down at his watch and frowns, trying to keep himself occupied in dull small talk at the table and count down the time that you and Sonny savour with each passing second.

“Only I fuck and fill this cunt so good, don’t I?” Sonny licks over your lips, ramming into your pussy as roughly as he can.

“Oh God, yes!” Your voice quivers as you attempt to keep it down.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sonny squeezes your face, pressing his forehead up against yours.

“Y-you,” you moan back, whimpering uncontrollably. “Y-you!”

[melis-writes]

THIS REQUEST OMFG MELIS

So one day Michael says he’s going away for a few weeks for business. Obviously by this time, Victoria and Sonny have a fully fledged relationship and affair that nobody has caught onto or figured out about.

Connie is away to NYC with Sandra and their kids. Vito and Carmela are away on vacation with Giuseppe and Ludovica and the guards are off as well while Fredo is dead perhaps and Victorias brothers are in NYC and that Niccolò and Verona joined their grandparents on vacation. The catering and cleaning staff and chauffeurs are off as well.

That leaves the Lake Tahoe compound and estate completely empty for other than Victoria and Sonny… Sonny excuses himself from going to NYC saying he’s going to do some things round the house yknow men things and Victoria’s parents tell her to have some chill time to herself without the kids there and some relaxation without Michael there too…

As the security is away, Victoria knows how to defend herself thank you very much, she and Sonny continue their relationship and affair openly at Lake Tahoe as nobody is there to notice or find out…

They have sex in the living room, dining room, kitchen, pool, yacht, gardens, the cellar, all the rooms in both Victoria’s compound and Sonny’s compound and there is obviously no cameras or security there to catch them… they have a few rounds in each place over those few weeks… they can be as loud as they want and even walk around naked…

But they also have a few rounds in VICTORIA AND MICHAEL’S MARITAL BED 👀🔥👀🔥👀🔥👀🔥

Ofc not long after those sex and love filled weeks together alone, Victoria finds out she’s pregnant and smiles knowingly at the fact it’s undoubtedly Sonny’s baby…

Down astronomically bad for Victonny… WOW. 😶😶 This is as scandalous and steamy as it gets, ESPECIALLY the marital bed part. 😈🙏🏻

Embroiled in your secret affair with your brother-in-law for well over a year, there’s no part of you that wouldn’t use the opportunity for privacy and to get away from hecticness of life and work just to be with Santino.

Even  just standing there and hearing the words you’d been anticipating for weeks to come out of Michael’s mouth telling you; “The Molinari family is expecting Tom and I for business in California. It will be only be for a few weeks as their guest, however…” The rest you completely drowned out.

It was the tingling rush of excitement and relief going through you at the sound of Michael’s absence—not because you had no love or respect for your husband despite your affair you’d never second guess or give up on, but because every part of you yearned and ached in desperation to be with Sonny without all the extra precaution.

Despite sneaking away, pretending to be busy and meeting up elsewhere among the many things you and Sonny did and do to savour every moment spent with one another, not a single soul has even caught wind of slight suspicion about the two of you.

Rarely does it ever align that you and Sonny are completely left alone at the Lake Tahoe compound, but with less family on the grounds of the estate also means less security and enforcement.

Of course, your regular patrol and security will be around the perimeters of the estates closely, but their concern does not lie with the privacy of the residents inside and what they do.

Your own family lives in Long Island and visits periodically every three months for a week whereas Vito and Carmela also spend half of the year back at the Corleone mansion in Staten Island as well.

Newly married to Leonardo, Connie spends most of her time in New York City with her husband frivolously shopping, dining and travelling most of the time and the twins are equally spending time with both of their grandparents while Michael is away.

Naturally due to the lack of family at Lake Tahoe, there’s a paid break also provided for the chauffeurs and catering staff, leaving almost the entire compound empty.

You’ve always been insistent on not having staff do everything around the estate at least for your family, seeing no need for a private chef or chauffer either but none other than Sonny know as to why your insistence on not having them near you much at all has grown more demanding.

Sonny himself would accompany his wife Sandra and the children to visit their in-laws for a few weeks back in Hell’s Kitchen, but excused himself with his own work and being left in the charge of the estate during Michael’s absence.

“Peace and quiet, eh?” Sonny smirks, leaning against the doorway of the study. “Not somethin’ we get so often here like you’d think.”

“Just the way you like it,” you tease back, walking out of the study.

Sonny smacks your ass firmly just as you walk past him, following you. “Just me and  my wife here for the next three weeks like nobody’s business, huh. Except now…” Sonny embraces you from behind, chuckling. “She wants to play hard to get and tease me.”

“I do no such thing,” you purr, leaning your head back and stealing a wet kiss from Sonny’s lips. “You came prepared.”

“You have no idea.” Sonny breathed hotly over your shoulder, looking down the hallway with you. “I got this whole place to my damn self with you. It ain’t a damn fantasy anymore.”

“A-anywhere…” Your breath hitches as you gaze down to see Sonny’s hands roaming up your blouse, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

“I’m gonna take my time with you.” Sonny whispers against the nape of your neck, inching your bra down your chest. “Get a good taste and feel of that sweet pussy… Mike’s car barely took off and you were back in the bathroom suckin’ me off in a heartbeat. Think I should reward you for that.”

“Oh, please.” You whine softly, pressing your back against Sonny’s body only to feel his erection poking against your ass. “I’m yours. I’m all yours, baby. Fucking take me wherever you want.”

“Anytime Mike wants to enjoy a cigarette by the window or sit on the couch—” Sonny squeezes your face, giving it a little shake. “He’s not gonna know I fucked his pretty little wife here and there, is he?”

“Never,” you moan back quietly, feeling Sonny’s free hand toying with your hardened nipple.

“Everywhere, baby.” Sonny’s quick to pull his hands off of you only to snatch down your pencil skirt off your knees before pulling you back.

“Do it.” You gasp out breathily, giggling and turned on by Sonny’s sexual aggressiveness and insistence on stripping you down bit by bit himself.

“For the next three weeks you’re gonna be walkin’ around with me completely naked.” Sonny roams his hands down your thighs, pushing off your skirt and panties by force. “I wanna see every bit of you whenever I want. You got this—” Sonny smacks both of your ass cheeks harshly, “fine fucking ass and these—” his hands then move to squeeze your breasts, fondling them. “Tits and they’re all mine, baby.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!” You whimper, practically squirming from arousal in Sonny’s grasp.

With nobody, not even your private hired security to gain suspicion as to how long Sonny and you spend in Michael’s estate, moving from there to Sonny’s back and forth for the next few weeks, everything is set in perfection.

Every ounce of sexual frustration and heated desire built up in the two of you is released in every corner of the house both of you only teased and imagined each other fucking in; nothing is off limits.

“O-Oh my God, YES! Y-yes!” Stuttering from the overstimulation, you shriek out a load moan as you bounce up and down on Sonny’s cock—held in a full nelson position. “YES!”

With Sonny’s arms over your thighs and gripping the nape of your neck, your legs are fully spread and up in the air as you’re helplessly fucked on the leather couch you spent so many evenings cuddling up with Michael on.

“You fuck so good, you know that?” Sonny growls in your ear, pounding upwards into your pussy ruthlessly. “Mine, your pussy is mine, isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, yes!” You nod frantically, unable to stop the quivering in your thighs from edging back your orgasm multiple times.

“Wanna cum on this cock already, huh?” Sonny grunts, smacking your thighs again and again.

“I-I want to, I want to!” You pant, feeling your skin redden from the spanking and your ass slapping back down against Sonny’s waist. “P-please let me—”

“Tell me how much you fuckin’ love this cock.” Sonny pulls a fistful of your hair back, maintaining his swift and quick thrusting. “I know you want it more than Michael’s, don’t you?”

“I do, I—yes, yes!” You squeal, curling your toes from the waves of immense pleasure coursing through you. “I want you m-more—more than Michael. More! I want—” You shakily glance down at Sonny’s thick cock, all ten inches ramming into you. “I want your cock so much!”

Sloppy fucking only continues over the dining table barely three hours later with neither of you having enough.

Keeping one thigh up on the mahogany table and clutching onto the corner, Sonny kept one knee planted firmly on one of the dining tables and a perfect view and angle of your ass.

“I’ve never wanted someone as badly as you.” Sonny breathed over your back, having you completely pinned down on the table. “So fuckin’ much, baby. God, you drive me crazy.”

“Sonny, S-Sonny—” Your voice quivers with each rough thrust in your ass and Sonny shoving three fingers into your dripping pussy. “Oh my God, yes… Like that—right there. Oooh!”

Switching back and forth on both holes, your body gives into Sonny again and again, careless to squirt and let your cum drip off the wood.

“Keep cummin’ baby. Show me how much you fucking like it,” Sonny grins devilishly, spreading your ass open. “Don’t waste a single drop for me.”

Just as Sonny licked up the mixture of his and your cum out of your dripping pussy, he made you watch himself lick the rest of the mess off the table too before tongue kissing you sloppily to let you taste yourself.

Even pumping you full of his cum with no regard to any chances of pregnancy, Sonny refused to let a single drop go to waste over the kitchen counter.

“Deeper, yes!” You screamed out in pleasure, pushing your hips back to meet every inch of Sonny’s cock again and again.

“If it was up to me, I’d never come out of your pretty pussy.” Sonny exhaled sharply, obsessed with the way your tight, wet heat contracts over his shaft. “Take it in like a good girl, yeah baby, every single inch. Fuck, yes!”

Just as nowhere is off limits to fuck and please each other limitlessly, there’s nobody and nothing to stop neither you nor Sonny from using Michael’s silk ties as a blindfold on his and your own marital bed.

Pumped with three rounds of cum, squirt and cum seeping into the bedsheets, thrown off blankets and wrinkled duvets, you’re all the more turned on and severely aroused from having a blindfold over your eyes as Sonny fucks you into bliss.

The sore, aching sensation in your pussy from spending the remainder of your day fucking by the poolside and on the coffee table in the yacht only intensifies your rushing orgasms coming out back to back and provides more stimulation altogether.

“I wanna taste that sweet, heavenly pussy—” Sonny abruptly pulls his cock out of you after spewing another load of his hot sticky seed inside your pussy.

“Sonny—” You gasp out as he shoves you back down on the bed and lifts your thighs in the air before burying his face into your pussy.

With your thighs shaking uncontrollably against Sonny’s head, you clasp both of your hands over your mouth to stifle out the screams of how heavenly it feels to have Sonny’s warm tongue slobbering over your engorged, aching clit.

Sonny hungrily licks and suck his own cum out of your pussy, letting his tongue in and out of you before drooling excessively against your clit and shaking his head between your legs to stimulate you further with his stubble.

With his and your cum dripping off of Sonny’s soaked chin, Sonny’s quick to pull your thighs back down and let his hips meet yours all over again.

“YES! FUCK! FUCK!” You grip onto the bedsheets with every bit of strength left in you as Sonny’s cock impales your pussy again.

“I know he doesn’t fuck you like me here—” Sonny pants heavily, putting your legs over his shoulders but continuing to push and move in further so that your knees touch your shoulders and your pussy is fully angled up. “I’m the one who fucks you so good, baby. Isn’t that right?”

Having never been fucked in a position like this and right over the side of Michael’s bed, you squirt out more cum helplessly as you feel the outline of Sonny’s cock burying itself inside of you.

Your pussy convulses against Sonny’s cock and with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the even louder sound your pussy squelching from cum and dripping wetness, the scent of sex emancipates in your bedroom and is pure music to Sonny’s ears.

Having had the best sex of your life back to back in those three weeks, it was no doubt as to why you constantly had Michael take you in the same position upon his return although both you and Sonny knew it would never be or feel the same.

You still maintained a healthy, normal sex life with Michael before and certainly slept with him before the day of his lengthy business trip arrived so none took it as a surprise weeks later to find out you were pregnant once again.

Only you and Sonny knew the truth, secretly smiling at each other behind everyone’s backs at the announcement.

Two and a half weeks later after the fuck fest around the compound, you rest your hand over your stomach and know without a doubt that you’re carrying Sonny’s first child.

[melis-writes]

Request: Sonny and Victoria being alone at the compound, only with their kids (but only they know that Sonny is the father) and her kids by Michael and the kids are all young, and maybe they accidentally call Sonny daddy or pappa and neither he or Victoria correct the kid or kids

Oh wow. Wow… 😅😳 Hehe, I mean I guess there’s no use in correcting the truth in this case. Real definition of Victonny love child. 🥴

To prying eyes and curious family members, nothing is out of the ordinary having Sonny spend time with all “four” of Michael and Victoria’s children.

The hidden truth of a passionate, fiery love affair in reality has led to the birth of two love children—you and Sonny’s son Angelo and daughter Luciana just a year apart from one another.

Sonny’s eyes linger over you admiringly as you have your back turned to him, working on organizing the children’s nursery back.

Only he and you know the truth about your children, never to be brought up or told to another soul for the sake of your continuing, secret affair, the children and an overall family reputation.

It’s not a dirty little secret or some hidden confession to you nor Sonny, but rather a family born out of a different, newfound love with your husband’s brother behind your family’s back.

You love all your children and babies the same, feeling no different about little Angelo and Luciana as you did giving birth to Michael’s actual biological children—Niccolo and Verona.

Humming quietly to yourself and unaware of your lover’s gaze upon you, Niccolo and Verona play with their building blocks together next to Angelo and Luciana happily.

“Oooh, red block…”

“Here, I take.”

Sonny rests his back against the couch, sitting on the floor and amidst the children to keep an eye on them, but also let the lingering guilt dissipate in his heart that he can rarely be present in front of his own children when Michael’s home.

After all, for what everyone else knows, Angelo and Luciana are Michael’s children, not Sonny’s and nothing raises suspicion more than Sonny wanting to spend more time specifically with the youngest.

Since fathering children with you, any time you and Sonny have alone to yourselves is either spent entirely with the children to parent together, or intimately but never both—creating a burden of allocating time for each.

Sonny chuckles quietly to himself as he holds out his hands, watching both Angelo and Luciana grab onto it with all their might to crawl and wobble over to their father. “I gotcha, no worries.”

“Daaaaaa…” Luciana cooes quietly, peeking up at Sonny.

You pause your movements, staring at the nursery bag quietly as you attempt to make out Luciana’s words.

“Da?” Luciana gently smacks Sonny’s hand.

Eyes wide and quiet, Sonny stares back at his daughter only for Angelo to speak up. “Dada.”

“There’s your daddy! There he is, there he is!” You beamed, holding up Angelo and Luciana in your arms as you made your way towards Michael.

Both you and Sonny remain quiet as you turn around, refusing to correct the children but still in a stunned state of confusion.

Niccolo and Verona remain clueless, too young to understand what their half-siblings mean as Angelo and Luciana attempt to crawl onto Sonny’s lap.

“Yeah,” Sonny nods at his children, opening his arms to snuggle them in his embrace.

“DADA!”

“Come to your daddy. C'mere, plenty of cuddles for all, little buddy.” Exchanging a thrilled and surprised look with you, you can’t help but find yourself smiling at the sight of the real father of your children embracing them with as much love as he can give.

What Michael doesn’t know can’t ever hurt him, after all.

[melis-writes]

Hopefully you can write this.

It was inspired by some of the Victonny asks

Victoria and Sonny find themselves bored one day and as Michael is busy, Victoria asks Sonny if he’d accompany her to go shopping in Reno.

They’re well into their affair or fully fledged relationship by now

While they’re in Reno they decide to fuck it, going to an other town a short while away, secretly and without anyone knowing or figuring out who they are or such things they buy gold wedding bands that are identical to the ones they got when they married Michael and Sandra but these new ones are to be for their relationship and they will wear them instead but only they’ll know that they’re new rings 👀

They consummate their so called marriage maybe in a non mafia hotel or in Sonny’s car or wherever

After all, it’s the bearers of the ring who put their bond, love and meaning into it… Legal papers or not, am I right? 🥵❤️

“That husband of yours ever come out of his damn office?” Sonny crosses his arms, staring in boredom at the noir film playing on the television in front of him.

You chuckle quietly, setting down your glass of red wine. “More often than you think. We won’t see much of him today though, he’s closing on a big business deal.”

“I could tell,” Sonny sighs dramatically, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. “He didn’t want me or Tom in there either. Don’t know why he’s being so secretive.”

“No secrets or anything like that,” you give Sonny a reassuring smile. “It just doesn’t concern us.”

“You’re telling me,” Sonny’s eyes dart to you. “Ain’t you bored or somethin’? Don’t tell me it’s just me dyin’ over here.”

You giggle, shrugging your shoulders. “I actually had an idea for plans today. I wanted to go out to Reno for some shopping.”

“Oh yeah?” Sonny raises his brow, putting down his feet. “Now that’s more like it. At least that’s somethin’ to do.”

“Don’t you hate shopping?” You smirk, rising up from your seat.

“Yeah, I do,” Sonny locks eyes with you as he gets up. “You want a ride or not?”

The mutual look the two of you give one another speaks louder than the “family friend” small talk of boredom and shopping the two of you make, saying “I’ll go anywhere if it means I can spend more alone time with you”.

Fully embroiled in your year long affair with Sonny now, no suspicions or curiosity are raised in the slightest as to how much time the two of you spent together, where and how.

To Michael’s guards and security, the safest way to go is with a member of the family—especially a brutish enforcer like Sonny so all Michael is informed of is that you’re spending the day shopping and enjoying yourself while Sonny drives and accompanies you “for safety purposes”.

How would anyone assume or guess you treat your brother-in-law like your second husband now?

“Reno, huh?” Sonny grips onto the steering wheel, beginning to slowly pull your Alfa Romeo out of the gateway of the compound. “You ever go anywhere else?”

“You mean like the place you’re taking me?” You smile playfully at Sonny, putting on your seatbelt. “This so called ‘somewhere else’?”

“Heh,” Sonny grins at you, beginning to step on the gas. “Best hope Mike don’t send Tom or one of his other guys to check up on you throughout the day, then.”

“If I don’t want to be found, I won’t be.” You gently toss your purse over to the back seat. “And besides, I’m with you. You’re the one protecting me. I’m your responsibility, aren’t I?”

“You know you’re a lot more than that,” Sonny grips your thigh under your skirt with his free hand, rubbing over your supple skin tenderly. “And outside of all the places under family control, for all anyone knows, you’re my wife.”

You blush furiously, gazing down at Sonny’s hand gently moving over your skin. “Is that who you refer to when someone asks about your family?”

“Yeah,” Sonny keeps his eyes on the road, continuing to drive. “You think besides some funny papers with my signature half assed on it and Sandra’s means anything to me? Don’t tell me you feel bad.”

“I don’t,” you admit, placing your hand over top of Sonny’s. “Because I know what I want and who I deserve.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sonny mutters under his breath. “Sandra ain’t coming in between the two of us. Not like she wants to do anything anyway.” Sonny momentarily parts his eyes from the road, eyeing your wedding band. “You ever take that thing off?”

You’re more than well aware Sonny hasn’t worn his wedding band in over a year, citing he forgot it or it doesn’t fit, that it’s corroding and so forth when asked.

“I would if I could,” you speak back in a soft tone, gazing up at your lover.

“You could,” Sonny takes a left turn on the road, away from the pathway to Reno. “You know I ain’t wear mine because of you and I want that, and you ain’t exactly wearing your engagement ring on the other hand either anymore, eh?”

“Michael doesn’t mind nor care,” you glance down at your hand, frowning at your gold wedding band. “But this… It’s different. What do you mean, though?” You look back up. “What do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see, baby. You’ll see,” a smile begins to break out over Sonny’s lips. “Don’t worry. Just sit tight. They ain’t gonna know your face from the next Joe and Jane in the town I’m takin’ you to.”

Driving to Carson City just thirty-two miles away with no care for who expects or thinks of you two to be in Reno, Sonny and you arrive just a half hour later into an entirely different city providing a completely new kind of privacy.

“You ever been here before, baby?” Sonny begins to slow down the car, pulling up into a parking space.

“Never,” you peek out the window, looking up at the city. “Carson City, huh?”

Sonny scoffs to himself, chuckling. “That Mike’s smart not taking you over here. I guess he wants to keep Tahoe, Reno and Vegas under his thumb, huh?”

“Can you blame him?” You laugh softly, getting out of the car with Sonny.

“Maybe I feel a little bad just now,” Sonny licks over his lips, smirking as he approaches you directly. “Maybe not.”

Your eyes widen as Sonny takes your left hand in his, sliding off your wedding band without the slightest bit of hesitation.

“Sonny—” You begin, but he cuts you off.

“Hey, what did I say, baby?” Sonny’s tone of voice grows gentle with you as he slips your wedding band into his pocket. “Don’t worry about it, alright?” Using his free hand, Sonny caresses the side of your face. “You’re not ‘taking it off’, you’re replacing it.”

“With…?” But you already know the answer.

Feeling your heart thundering in your chest from the shock you never thought you’d feel taking off your wedding band for the first time in almost a decade but also from the fact that the man you love now has done it for you, you remain stunned in front of Sonny.

Sonny leans in, kissing your lips deeply as he laces a hand with you. “With mine.”

Carson City is no random destination or wrong turn on the road for Sonny. Since the Corleone family made the official move to Nevada all those years ago, Sonny’s made it a habit to travel and explore with his friends and business partners or alone.

You’ve never been to Carson City until today, but Sonny knows it like the back of his hand—much preferring it over the loud, adult world of Las Vegas and prying eyes in Reno.

“C’mon baby, right this way.” Holding your left hand as Sonny leads you out onto the street where shops and various stores line every block and corner.

“You definitely know this place better than I.” You blush, squeezing his hand.

“Somethin’ like that,” Sonny chuckles quietly. “C’mon, I got a surprise for you. I had it waiting all week trying to get you out of Tahoe. I thought the damn day would never come.”

Your ring finger feels cold and bare but the thought of it neither bothers you nor holds you back with every step you take.

Walking like any other couple without being noticed or gazed at, Sonny takes you inside a jewelry store by the corner.

“Mr. Paul, hello!” The elderly shopkeeper behind the counter greets Sonny with what you instantly assume is his alias outside of Reno, Tahoe and Las Vegas.

“How ya doin’, Jack?” Sonny extends out his free hand, shaking the shopkeeper’s hand. “This is my wife, Victoria.”

‘My wife.’ Your cheeks flare hot with blush as you give the man a polite smile.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” you speak out.

“Mrs. Paul, hello,” Jack beams at you, “it’s so nice to meet you at last. Oh, you’re in for a surprise. Just give me one moment.” Paul holds up his hand, quick to scurry off into the back room.

“You had this planned,” You whisper back to Sonny, still in awe of the splendor and vintage pieces of fine jewels, diamonds and gold surrounding you in cases.

“I had it planned for you,” Sonny gazes back at you, “for my wife.”

Every time Sonny refers to you as his, his wife, his girl or the like, your heart skips a beat in your chest and butterflies surround you all over again just to hear Sonny say those words.

“Don’t wanna leave that ring finger empty, do we?” Sonny rubs his thumb over your left hand’s ring finger, looking up just as Jack returns.

“There we are,” Jack pipes up, setting a black velvet box on the counter in front of you two about the size of your palm. “All polished, sized and ready to go. Full 18k gold, flawless finish identical to the ones you wanted referenced to, Mr. Paul.”

Jack carefully pulls open the box to reveal two sets of gold wedding bands not a single detail shy of looking exactly the same as the one you already have from Michael.

“Perfect, thank you,” Sonny’s eyes light up at the glistening gold in front of him. “Craftmanship is perfect. You got my payment, yeah?”

“I did,” Jack nods, “your cheque arrived yesterday morning.”

“Good,” Sonny gives Jack a look, signaling for privacy.

Smiling at the two of you politely, Jack clasps his hands behind his back and walks off towards the back of the shop, leaving you and Sonny alone.

“They’re beautiful,” you murmur to yourself, staring at the rings. “And they look—”

“Exactly the same,” Sonny agrees, picking one up and raising your hand. “Nobody will know what’s right from wrong. It’s the same piece, but it’s not.”

“You had these made for us?” You breathe out as Sonny angles your finger towards the ring.

“Mhmm,” Sonny’s eyes meet with yours. “You got your name with Mike’s on a piece of paper, but you got my ring.” Sonny slowly slides it over your ring finger—a perfect fit without being too snug or too loose. “What does that mean to you? Because this…” Sonny takes the other ring, putting it over his finger. “It means everythin’ to me.”

You swallow hard, staring at the new, but altogether similar gold wedding band over your finger. You take a deep breath to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment.

Watching your reaction and body language, Sonny’s eyes widen from worry and curiosity as you turn away from him.

Opening your eyes from feeling tears blurring your vision, you face the door of the shop from where you and Sonny came in and step out back onto the street without another word.

“Victoria—” Sonny quickly follows you out, but instead of being pushed away or watching you run off as he expects, you jump into his arms.

Embracing Sonny tightly out of love and adoration, you cup his cheeks and collide your lips over his in a needy, sweet kiss.

Sonny wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you back deeply with every ounce of greed and desire he has for you in his body.

When the two of you pull away with lips glistening from the wet kiss, breathing softly and unable to divert your gazes, you speak out.

“You married me,” you whisper against Sonny’s lips. “In a way, you married me today.”

“I know you may have wanted a dress and a big banquet—”

“No,” you shake your head, sniffling. “I don’t want anything like that. I wanted this, I wanted you.”

The ring Michael put over your finger in the summer of 1949 finds its way into the bottom of a pond in Carson City courtesy of Sonny on your drive to the nearest luxury hotel, going unnoticed by you.

Still emotional from the situation and feeling all the more clingy and yearning for Sonny, the two of you book a hotel room for the remainder of the day under the alias of Mr. and Mrs. Paul, forever bound as Mr. and Mrs. Corleone under the rings.

Carrying you up to the suite in his arms bridal style, Sonny can hardly part his lips from yours while getting to the door and once he fumbles with his key to do so, he lays you as his new bride on the queen sized bed waiting for the two of you to consummate your marriage.

Tugging and throwing off his clothes with yours onto a messy pile upon the floor, Sonny’s insistent to make love to you, his new bride through meaning and love today.

As the two of you breath heavily, naked and with Sonny over top of you, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and spread your legs around his waist.

Sonny’s eyes dart from yours down to your lips, feeling the cool metal band of your new wedding ring against his hot skin as he angles his hips.

“Gonna make love to you, my new bride…” Sonny breathes hotly against your neck, sliding his hands down your sides to feel all of you before cupping your ass. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you whine out with every inch of you begging for this man to touch, tease and please you. “I want you, Sonny. Please.”

“Say it again, baby.” Sonny chuckles breathily, pressing his tip against your entrance. “Let me hear how badly my wife wants me.”