#Johnny Soprano

[scurvyratt]

Sopranos text posts… no clue what number I’m on now lmao

[thesoldiersminute]

THE SOPRANOS Season 4 | Episode 13 "Whitecaps" /requested by @gangstertogangster

[carmelas]

if i was her husband i would simply take her to the plaza every year

[dr-milfi]

It’s always the Pine Barrens and never the Weight.

S4E4 the Weight

[di-daydreamer]

One thing's for sure about Sopranos yaoi: Tony gets all the guys.

Picturing everyone trying to seduce him, but he just does not get the hint.

[pathologicalcalm]

Tony Soprano & Johnny Sack - The Sopranos | S01E06 |

[stripful]

King of NY 👑 (Vincent Curatola as Johnny "sack" Sacrimoni)

[vannajamma]

[missjaystone]

Clean Slate

Kinktober Day 3: Infidelity/Breeding

Summary: Johnny wants to start over again, this time with you. Pairing: Giovanni ‘Johnny Boy’ Soprano x Reader Word Count: 1,400 Warning: Gray! Johnny Soprano, unprotected sex, cheating, dubious consent to breeding.

This fic is a bit morally gray, but it’s a MSON/Sopranos fic so, y’know.

A/N: I do not know what happened here. One of those ‘it went better in my head’ type of deals like my other works.

You were in the middle of washing your dinner dishes when your front door slammed open. Mumbled swears filled the room when it was just as quickly slammed shut. "Everything okay, Johnny?" You call with a hum, putting the last few dishes out to dry before meeting him in the living room. "Fuck do you think?" He snapped rhetorically, frustratedly trying to undo his tie. "What happened now?" You asked as you swatted his hands away from his neck, gingerly untying the fabric. "Did Dickie fuck something up? Tony get suspended again? Livia-" You started listing off the usual suspects for his frustrations, only for him to stop you with a frenzied kiss before saying anything else about his wife. "I don't even wanna hear her fuckin' name right now." He growled. You nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt, discarding the fabric as soon as you were done with the last button. "I'm fuckin' sick of that woman," he spat as he watched you kneel in front of him, making quick work of unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his knees.

"What'd she do this time, baby?" You asked softly as you kissed his clothed thigh. "Gave me a fucking headache like she always does." He growled, watching with rapt interest as you finally pulled his boxers down, a small sigh of relief leaving his lips when you finally took him into your hands. "I'm sorry, Johnny." "We were just trying to have a nice fucking dinner with Dickie and Joanne and she wouldn't stop being a raging bitch." He complained, groaning quietly when you took his tip into your mouth. His head fell back, and a sigh fell from his lips as he relaxed the further you took him in. "Good girl." He mumbled as you started slowly bobbing your head on his length. Part of you perked up at the small praise, getting comfortable on your knees. One of your hands rested innocently on his thigh while the other began to lightly play with his balls. Another groan escaped him as his hand tangled in your hair, holding your head in place as he started fucking into your mouth. "Good fuckin' girl." He groaned, somehow tightening his hold on your hair as he bucked his hips faster, reveling in the sounds of you gagging on his cock. "Always know just what I need." He muttered, mainly to himself as his hips slowed some while he started to think.

When his hips started to stutter, he quickly pulled you off his cock, accidentally sending you sprawling backward some. "Bend over the counter, bella." He ordered, holding a hand out to help you up off the floor. You nodded and quickly did as he said, looking back at him over your shoulder when he pulled your night shorts down. One of his hands started massaging your ass while the other took his length into his hand. You arched your back some when you felt his tip prodding your entrance, your head falling some at the little resistance he faced as he slowly entered you. "That's my girl, so nice and tight." He mumbled. "You're sweet little cunt was made for my cock, wasn't it?" He coos before his hips meet yours, finally bottoming out. He stayed there for a moment, letting you get used to him like he always did. A firm slap to your ass made you jolt up some "answer me, princess." "Y-yes! I was, Johnny!" You said quickly. "Good girl." He said, soothingly rubbing the stinging area on your cheek where his hand collided. Slowly, he drags his hips back and thrusts them back forward. He worked up a slow, steady pace, savoring the little moans and whimpers you made with each drag of his hips.

"You know what I want more than anything in the world, bella?" Johnny asked, leaning over to press a kiss to the shell of your ear. "Hmm?" You hum in response, eyes slightly fluttering open. "I want a good, perfect little wife who'll do whatever the fuck I say without arguing." He husks, nipping your earlobe as his hips moved faster. His hand fell to your clit, pinching the small bundle and cutting off anything you were going to say to him. "And I want children I can be fucking proud of," he hissed, his pace gradually growing more erratic. "Johnny," You moaned out, panting slightly as the coil started to tighten. "I want a clean fucking slate and you know what, bella?" He hummed, sucking and biting until a nice hickey was left on the crook of your neck. In your pleasant, cock drunk haze, you could only hum in response. "You're gonna give it to me." He growled.

"J-Johnny!" You mumbled, clarity slowly coming back to you as his words processed in your mind. "Shh, you'll be perfect, baby, I promise." He coos, leaning over you to keep you firmly in place over the counter as he drove his hips into you with a force. "You'll look so fucking beautiful nice and full, cara, so fucking perfect." He husked, his hips again beginning to stutter as his release quickly approached. "But Johnny-" You objected. "I'll take care of both of you, princess, don't you fucking worry about a thing." He swore and the moment you felt the spring in your belly break, your objects stopped with a loud moan of his name. His body holding you against the counter was the only thing that kept you from falling when your knees buckled. He buried himself as deep as he could before his orgasm hit, holding your hips in a bruising grip as he rode it out.

When the bliss of your orgasms washed away, Johnny carefully picked you up and sat you on the counter. He smirked to himself as he inspected the mess between your thighs. "Johnny..." You mumbled nervously. He looked up at you and gently cupped your cheek "don't worry, princess, nobody's ever gonna give the next Mrs. Soprano shit." "But what about-" You argued and he cut you off. "I will take care of everything, princess. Don't you worry about a fucking thing." Without giving you more time to argue or fight him, he carried you to the bedroom and carefully laid you out, grabbing a pillow to put beneath your hips. "We'll start fresh, cara, and this time, I'll do shit right." He swore, planting a kiss on your inner thigh with a grin. He slowly kissed up to your navel, his lips lingering just below your belly button for a minute. "Keep yourself like this for a bit. I'll be back tomorrow." He said. True to his word, he came back the next day and the following day, staying the night every few nights.

A couple of weeks later, when you both got the confirmation you were indeed pregnant, he gave you a ring and a promise: you'd be married before the baby got there. You'd all but forgotten about his wife and children in the meantime, too caught up in helping him with various things to get ready. Reality came to smack you upside the head when, six and a half months after that first night, Livia came into the department store you worked at with some of her friends. "Look at you, dear!" She said when she noticed you organizing one of the displays. She immediately pulled you into a tight hug, her gushing over your situation turning to white noise as guilt filled your mind. "Who's the lucky man, dear?" She asked again, regaining your attention. "Just this man I met named Francis." You lied through your teeth, feeling your blood pressure skyrocket. "Well, he better fucking treat you right. You know my Johnny's trying to get me admitted to some looney bin? The balls on this fucking man." She complained. "I'm sorry, ma'am." "Oh please, calling me ma'am makes me feel so old, I come here enough just call me Livia." She says. "I'm sorry, Livia." You say softly, offering a small, sympathetic smile. You weren't just apologizing for his behavior, you were apologizing for your own, not that it'd make a difference in the slightest. At the end of the day, you were still fucking her husband, you were still carrying his baby, and you were still one reason their marriage would be ending, whether or not she knew any of that.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[scurvyratt]

Sopranos text posts pt 2!

- also I updated two of the pics bcuz the text posts were SO blurry for some reason and it was pissing me off lol

[thesoldiersminute]

THE SOPRANOS Season 5 | Episode 12 "Long Term Parking"

/requested by @gangstertogangster

[magicalflowerlight]

The Sopranos〡S4E4

[lachrymimosaa]

i like when johnny sack goes from calm TO YELLING IN SOMEONE'S FACE LIKE THIS

[btvd8000]

[woozapooza]

I'm gonna be honest with you guys. He is my specialest little mob boss.