#vito x carmela

[lafinmp3]

Kith

[girlpaccino]

I wrote a fic about everyone's favourite couple from 'the Godfather'.

[msfbgraves]

do you read vito x camrlea fanfics?

I haven't read any Godfather fanfic, but not because I don't want to. It simply never came up! I do love me some Vito x Carmela, though, do you have any recs?

[lostloveletters]

do you shipped vito x carmela?

Yeah, of course! I can't really picture them with anyone else, and from the book and movies, it definitely seems like they genuinely loved and cared about each other.

🦇 Battie

[marthajefferson]

Vito sat in his study window, with his cigar and his drink, until Carmella came to the door and knocked once before opening it. When she saw Vito in the window seat, she sat alongside him. She didn’t say anything. She looked at his face, and then took his hand in hers and rubbed his fingers the way he liked, kneading the joints and knuckles one by one as the last of the daylight faded...

Carmela & Vito Corleone in The Godfather saga

(here my little essay about them btw :P)

[signoracorleone-blog]

young!carmela x vito, c.1915/16, little italy, nyc

They didn't undress; they didn't have sex. Not before their wedding. They just connected and enjoyed the moment. Their bodies molded together, all clothed, and they laid each night holding one another, praying for and talking about their common future.

[a-boca-do-inferno]

eyes never lie (tom hagen x reader)

summary: A little party never killed nobody, right? 

warnings: cheating, swearing, smut, angst-ish

words: 2.8k

notes: the amount of time i spent on this is embarrassing lmao. this is 100% self-indulged btw and also only fiction pls do not cheat on your significant other (only with cute little mafia men <3). enjoy!

A long sigh escaped your lips for the thousandth time as you only kept nodding at whatever Connie was saying. You just couldn’t pay attention to the conversation anymore; your boredom was far greater than any other feeling you had now. Business meetings felt like a slap in the face and these type of “family fraternizations” were always a hard pass for you, as you very much preferred a simple afternoon coffee with your mother-in-law, no shady men in fancy suits whispering to each other. Still, you were compelled to accompany your husband every now and then. You had a reputation to maintain even within family, after all. 

“C’mon, (y/n), I’m sure you’re gonna love it!”, it’s Connie’s voice once more, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You shake your head slightly. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Connie. Michael won’t like not seeing me here.” 

“Oh, please, it’s not like we’re gonna miss anything”, she waves her hand in a sneering gesture, pointing with her chin in the direction of your husband’s office. “Besides, they’re working now. Michael’s mind is clearly elsewhere, he won’t even notice you’re gone.” 

You couldn’t help but sigh this time. Connie was just too persistent for her own good. You take a look at the wooden door to your side and nod briefly, giving up. “Fine. But we’ll be back before eleven, you hear me?!” 

She only smiled triumphally, already making her way out the mansion while you followed her suit. A rush of excitement rushed through your body as you got in her car, driving off to God knows where. You liked Connie because she was fearless, reckless, even a little bit crazy at times. She was truly a breath of fresh air from all the tension surrounding your family, you even considered her one of your best friends. So, despite not knowing exactly what she had in mind, you trusted her. Besides, maybe what you needed was really just a quick get-away.  

A little party never killed nobody, right? 

Before marrying Michael, you had already been a friend of the Corleone family for many years. When Vito died, you became much closer with Carmela; they both always treated you like a daughter, after all, long afore you got engaged to their son. The boys and Connie even used to joke about you being the “female Tom Hagen”, especially Tom Hagen himself, while flashing you a warm smile whenever you were around their house. You always thought he was the kindest Corleone man — as ironic as that may sound, since he was adopted —, so you found pleasant being referred to as such, although the joke was now but a good memory from the past.  

As time went on, it only made sense you’d end up marrying one of their sons one day. Don Corleone was never really subtle about wanting you to “birth him some grandchildren”, as he liked to say. Michael eventually proposed to you when he got back from Sicily, not really taking anyone by surprise, what with everyone’s revelation that his endearment to you had been no secret from the start. It was such a beautiful ceremony, you still remember Vito’s happiness to this day... But ever since he passed away, things started to change. Mostly with Michael, of course, as he was now the head of the family business.  

You have no quarrel with his line of work, never had; however, you would be lying if you said it sometimes didn’t take a toll in your marriage. Most notably in the past few months, where you’d both often find yourselves in a pointless argument about the stupidest things. You liked to think it had little to do with your relationship per se, and rather his stressful job, but at times it felt as though you weren’t happy as a couple anymore. He became more possessive by the day, even going as far as ordering you around like one of his henchmen. And although you did not like that, not one bit — especially because you were raised to have dignity, something his own father had taught you on many occasions —, as his wife, you had to oblige and understand your position. And you did, heaven knows.  

But God, was it tiring. 

“We’re here!”, Connie announces happily, parking in front of a modest building. She glances at you briefly before getting out of the vehicle. “Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve come here. I found this place right after I left Carlo. C’mon, let’s party!” 

You chuckled at her almost cartoonish excitement, accompanying her up the three steps that lead toward the door. You didn’t know that neighbourhood, and to be honest it didn’t feel very safe, but Connie seemed to be familiar with the surroundings, so it couldn’t be that bad. You trusted her, after all.  

The door slowly opened and caught your attention. You were greeted by a woman in her fifties, probably, and she offered a warm, even motherly smile to Connie. They both hugged tightly and you raised a brow, still lost as to who that was and where you actually were. The lady then measured you up and down before clapping her hands in a pleased gesture, coming to give you a hug as well.  

“Mrs. Corleone, what a pleasure! Welcome, welcome!”, she patted your back in enthusiasm, looking at you with content eyes. “Come on in, make yourselves at home.” 

You blinked once, still taken aback by her display of affection to you when you had never seen that woman in your life, but she didn’t seem to notice or mind it. You watched as she made way for you to come inside and Connie readily grabbed your wrist, pulling you to follow her around. The door closed behind you and you were in what it seemed to be a living room of sorts. You exchanged a look with Connie and she nodded happily, unable to hold back her delight. It only got you more curious.  

The smell in the air was nicotine, incense and alcohol. There were two red couches next to each other, just in the beginning of the corridor, and both looked ancient. The walls were a dark, almost faded shade of brown, and the infiltration was blatant on all of them. You all walked past the living room, towards the hallway. As you got to what it looked like an office of some kind, a chatter coming from upstairs only got louder. There were laughing and singing, so you took it the “party” your sister-in-law talked about earlier was certainly taking place up there.  

“Connie, what...”  

You’re cut off by the woman stopping in her tracks, urging you both to do the same. She is still grinning while staring at you. “Would you like separate rooms?” 

“Yes!”, Connie says, turning to you. “You’ll be fine by yourself, (y/n), won’t you? You’re a grown-up", she has a mischievous look on her face. 

You frown, bothered by all of that suspense. “Connie, what is this place?” 

“The finest brothel in town, my dear!”, the woman chimes in. 

Your eyes widen in panic. “The finest what?”, you gasp and Connie only chuckles at your disbelief, waving her hand. “Connie, you said it was a party.” 

“Well, it is!”, she shrugs, then glances back at the lady. “We’ll take two separate rooms next to each other. Apparently Mrs. Corleone here has been married for so long, she forgot how to jolly up.” 

“I am absolutely not...” 

“You don’t have to have sex with anyone, silly”, Connie cuts you off. “It’s just for the laughs!”, she then giggles like a child, which only makes the situation more obnoxious in your head. Still holding your arm, she adds, “c’mon, Dorothy will show us the way.” 

You couldn’t believe what was happening, but you couldn’t stop your legs from following them upstairs either. There was a sting of sordid curiosity in your chest, and with it being wrapped up in that same rush of excitement of doing something different for a change, your brain just wouldn’t order your body to turn around and go back to your husband. You tried to remind yourself it was merely for the laughs, at last. No one would ever find out anyways, especially not Michael; so, you were safe.  

You arrived at the second floor only to be met with a couple of women standing there. Each one of them had some cheap, dirty dress, contrasting with their beauty. All eyes fell upon you and you felt your cheeks heat up. You avoided their gaze to look back at Connie and she bore the same amusement as she pointed to the last door in the corridor, encouraging you with a nod. You scoffed, shaking your head. This was such a stupid thing, rich and respectable women posing as prostitutes only for the jokes, but you still couldn’t deny that you liked the little feeling of adventure growing inside you.  

“Have fun!”, Connie says as you walk away from her, causing you to roll your eyes in a mix of irritation and mirth. 

You opened the door and everything was dark inside. You supposed there wasn’t any “client” yet, so you simply made your way to the empty bed, sitting on the edge. It was surprisingly inviting and soft for a brothel’s furniture, making you lean in on the pillows and sit more comfortably. For a moment you closed your eyes and pretended you were back at home, in your own bed, waiting for Michael to come out of the bathroom and take you as passionately as he used to, before your relationship started to struggle. You couldn’t even remember the last time you made love with him that felt really good, and not just something to get you both off for the night. He was a busy man, you knew that, but having to constantly share him with his work frustrated you to no end as of lately.  

The doorknob made a sound and you jumped in your spot, sitting back on the edge of the mattress in a swift movement. Anticipation ran through your whole body when you saw a silhouette approaching in the darkness, closing the door as it was swallowed fully by the blackness inside the room. The man’s footsteps were like drums in your ears, following the same rhythm as the rapid beating of your heart.  

You cleared your throat while he stopped by the bedside lamp, right in front of you, and your breath hitched as he turned on the light. You stared at each other with a rather comical shock at first, a stretching silence around you. Tom’s mouth still hung open when you got up and stood face to face with him, so close you could take in every single note of his strong cologne. It made you feel almost dizzy.  

“It’s not what you think”, you are the first one to speak, widened eyes as you blink nervously at him. “But please, don’t tell anyone”, you add, and the desperation in your voice sounds too pathetic to your own ears. 

Tom merely nods. “I wasn’t gonna.”  

And just like that, all your worries seem to disappear into thin air. Suddenly his hot, heavy breath against your lips is the only thing there is in your senses, similar to liquor warming every inch of your body as it streams down your throat. Your hands automatically land on his chest and his reaction is instant, pulling you into an urgent kiss without another word. Initially, you’re unable to think of anything else other than the pressure his tongue puts on yours, sweeping your mouth at an agonizingly slow pace. But as soon as you need to part ways looking for air, reality comes crashing down on you. This is your brother-in-law, for Christ’s sake. 

What are you doing? 

“This is wrong”, you choke, shaking your head quickly as you back away from him. Tom himself doesn’t look the least distressed, but then again, you can’t remember ever seeing him out of his usual collected demeanour for any reason; even in moments of pain and panic, as they are so common in the family business. You hug your body protectively, avoiding his piercing gaze that right now is just too calm for your liking. “I’m only here because Connie brought me”, you begin, not wanting to blame it all on Connie, but it was technically the truth. “I wasn’t going to... Nothing was going to happen. It was just for the laughs”, you can’t help but let out a miserable chuckle, your last words but a whisper as if even your brain couldn’t believe them anymore. 

“I’m not accusing you of anything, (y/n)”, his voice is soft as a lullaby, ironically causing your insides to turn. Tom then takes an experimental step towards you and you hold your breath involuntarily, the maddening feel of his lips still lingering on yours. He laughs lightly, probably amused by your poor control over your emotions. “I already told you I’m not going to say anything, I would never do that to you.” 

“I believe you”, you sigh in defeat, finally giving up. Your shoulders slump and Tom takes the signal as an invitation, taking another step closer to you. His face is against the light now, but it somehow highlights the design of his jaw. It’s breath-taking. “Tom...” 

“You kissed me back”, he points out matter-of-factly, and you feel your cheeks burn. His fingertips touch your face and now it’s impossible to escape his dark eyes. “Why?”, comes the unexpected murmur, making you frown slightly. 

“You know why, Tom”, you offer him a small smile, trying to find any lingering doubt in his orbs. You don’t. “The eyes never lie, do they?” 

He shrugs, gripping your waist again as he pulls you close. “Let’s find out now.” 

Then it comes again, that wave of anticipation drowning you before you can even get to the surface for air. The kiss is as desperate as the first, hard, and his weight presses you against the bedroom door with a loud thud. It hurts a little, but you’re more focused on the way your whole body tingles when his hands roam your bust, squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they find in their path. His mouth tastes like cigarettes and alcohol on yours, yet his movements are as sober as it gets. Cold, long fingers grip at your sides and you put your legs around his hips in a tight hold, reflexively.  

Your dress is violently pushed up and your underwear is swiftly put to the side, exposing your core to the coldness of the room. A moan escapes your lips as Tom enters you with no delicacy and he finds your swollen mouth for another deep, wet kiss. You both wanted this, there wasn’t really need for any ceremonies. And the eyes in fact did not lie; not with his sweaty body trapping yours in such an urgent pounding, not with the way his breath mixed in with yours from time to time, making you share the same hot air. He let out a quiet groan when your walls tightened around him and you smiled briefly, not being able to hold back the loud sounds leaving your own mouth when his tongue went towards the spot between your breasts, painting it glossy with his saliva.  

“Fuck, fuck!”, you blurted out, digging your nails on his shoulders.  

His hips were crushing you against the wooden door now and you were sure the thud was blaring enough to be heard outside in the hallway, but you couldn’t care less. He thrust one, two, three times more and a third wave of anticipation hit your body, while you trembled in his arms before going absolutely limp. Tom came right after, splashing the inside of your thighs in white colour. You stayed with your legs straddling him for a few seconds, trying to catch your breath.  

The silence between you was somewhat pleasant and you let yourself forget everything, for that moment: Michael, your marriage, the family business... All that mattered now was how tender Tom’s hands were caressing your hips under the dress mindlessly, while his face was buried in your neck. His mouth was still pressed to your skin, but it did nothing there. No kiss, it just lingered on your pores. You felt a shiver up your spine as your eyes met his again, only to find there not a single drop of regret or shame.  

Tom then left a quick peck on your collarbone, seeming to be entertained by how your chest rose up and down. “Are you okay?”, he speaks softly, waiting for your answer with no rush in his bearing. This was nice, you reckoned, how so much different he was from your husband. Michael’s calmness was calculating, cold, intense; Tom’s was soothing. You appreciated that right now.  

“I am”, you murmur, with heated cheeks as you remember the position you’re both still in. “Are you?” 

Tom looks away for a moment, seeming to think of his reply. Then a faint smile paints his lips, and you just know. But he asks, anyway, “can’t you see it in my eyes?” 

[melis-writes]

Hey Mel.

How are you doing?.

Was wondering if you would write a Sonny Corleone prompt that revolves around his wedding night?.

Much love ♥️

I'm doing well, thank you, lovely!! 💓✨ And Sonny x Sandra content?! 🥴 Ooh, I’m here for this!! Alright, Mr. Santino, here we go. 1935! 🥵😳

Many stolen kisses in the middle of the night, some “it’s alright baby, you know I only have eyes for you” said and one glistening diamond over Sandrinella Colombo’s ring finger for the past eight months was a promise Santino Corleone fulfilled earlier today.

The official papers were signed, blessings were said, the marriage officiated surrounded by family and all of Don Corleone’s business partners and colleagues to celebrate the first wedding of his children.

Sandra was a sight for sore eyes in her wedding gown and not only were her feet sore from dancing with Sonny and her friends to the hired, Italian band, but her jaw too from laughing and smiling so much—not to mention being able to kiss her husband in front of everyone for the first time.

Sonny and Sandra would have both been lying to themselves however if they said they weren’t thinking about the rest of the so called “festivities” the evening would offer after the celebration and gifts pouring in to surround the newly wed couple.

After the cake was cut and shared amongst the guests with a banquet feast that could comfortably feed hundreds and offer seconds, Sonny and Sandra’s wedding day ended with a slow dance at the front of the courtyard in the Corleone Estate before cheers and waves erupted from family and friends, wishing the newly wed couple all the best.

On sore feet and with a growing, insistent desire, Sonny had taken his new bride back to the limousine where they waved at the rest of the crowd that followed through; now heading to their newly furnished home together.

It was the first time Sonny and Sandra had stepped into the home together, although the two had visited periodically to select rugs, décor, curtains and all sorts of furnishings to their hearts content as they counted the days to their wedding.

Sonny’s days of womanizing had come to an end once he got engaged to Sandra, both as a result of Carmela and Vito keeping a watchful eye on their promiscuous son and the fact that Sonny found himself yearning and desiring Sandra more and more by the day.

Now that Sandra and Sonny had arrived home, neither of them took time to appreciate the surroundings of their new house.

Sonny had scooped Sandra up in his arms bridal style as she giggled; a proud grin on his face as he led her inside and straight up the stairs to their bedroom.

While Sonny could feel himself growing more and more aroused the closer he took Sandra to the bedroom, Sandra felt the same yet a little bit nervous.

Sandra had always been wildly attracted to Sonny, especially sexually, and she had also taken one too many peeks at Sonny’s abnormally large bulge in his dress trousers before.

Had it not been for the traditional Sicilian courting both Sonny and Sandra’s parents strictly insisting on (knowing Sonny’s promiscuity), the two may as well have been fucking like rabbits whenever they had the chance.

Now though was the official wedding night—a night certain to be filled with bliss, intimacy, and lots of sweaty, sloppy sex with Sonny and his new bride.

When Sonny got into the bedroom with Sandra, she practically hopped off his arms to undress. Of course, all Sonny had to do was take off his bowtie and throw off the rest of his suit, but Sandra’s dress was a lot more complex and daintier.

Sonny’s erection had already been uncomfortably tenting up in his dress trousers as Sandra slipped out of her wedding dress, letting it rest carefully over the chaise lounge in the bedroom.

Sonny had grown sexually frustrated, saying, “come on, baby. How long are you gonna tease me taking that thing off?”

“Just a second.” Sandra blushed, now only in a white lacy bra and panties as she turned around to face her new husband.

Sonny would have snatched Sandra onto the bed instantly had it not been for the fact he had never seen Sandra so intimately before.

‘Hell of a wait.’ Sonny thought to himself, but his eyes happily and hungrily darted up and down the half naked body of his new wife who unhooked her bra off in front of him.

Sandra’s breasts spilled free, jiggling a little as the fabric of her bra fell off her and Sonny felt his cock twitching in his pants.

Sonny instantly stepped over to Sandra and grabbed her waist with one hand, pulling his new bride over to him.

Sandra’s face was flushed scarlet with blush, more than turned on by Sonny’s possessiveness and she only had her panties inched halfway down her upper thighs.

“Fuck,” Sonny inhaled sharply as his hands roamed up Sandra’s chest, squeezing her full breasts and letting his fingertips brush against her nipples.

“Sonny,” Sandra let out a soft moan, tugging on her husband’s dress shirt.

“Take this shit off.” Sonny yanked so harshly over the fabric of Sonny’s panties that they almost tore. “And get on the bed, baby.”

Sandra didn’t need to be told twice. All it took was a swift tug downward and she stepped out of her panties, excitedly crawling onto the bed.

Sonny enjoyed every second of watching his naked wife get on their new bed for the first time, laying down on her back and watching Sonny strip in front of her.

“Shit,” Sonny hissed as he finally freed his erection out of his trousers.

It took only a mere few moments for Sonny to throw off and wrinkle his suit in the process, but from where Sandra was laying down, she couldn’t make out every full detail of Sonny from the shadow being cast over him.

It was only when Sonny kneeled down on the bed and began to approach his wife that Sandra gasped, stifling a scream as she clasped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Sonny blinked, suddenly confused.

“Santino!” Sandra whined, unable to believe her eyes as she shyly gestured to the size of Sonny’s cock.

Flaccid, Sonny was already five inches but now fully erect in front of Sandra and hornier than ever, Sonny was boasting a solid ten inches—throbbing and begging to be inside of Sandra.

Sonny chuckled and placed his hands over Sandra’s warm, smooth thighs. “S’okay baby, I won’t hurt you.”

“God…” Sandra breathed out; she felt her pussy throbbing at the sight of Sonny’s length but the reality was she had no idea how she was going to take in all of that inside of her.

“Think I wouldn’t come prepared?” Sonny licked the palm of his hand sloppily, beginning to rub it over Sandra’s pussy.

“C-can’t fit all of that in,” Sandra bit down on her lip and obediently spread her legs further.

“I know you can, baby. One inch at a time…” Sonny smirked and cupped his hands under Sandra’s thighs before bringing his head downward. “I’ll get you nice and ready for me.”

“Then…” Sandra curled her toes, tugging over Sonny’s curly hair and bringing him down to her pussy; filled with anticipation, excitement and pulsating arousal. “Show me.”

[russian-soft-bitch]

“Marry me then. Simple”

Pairing: Michael Corleone x reader

Word count: 741

A/N: I really like this one, kinda proud of it

You've known each other since you were kids - him being older for 2 years. Your dad had some business with Michael’s dad, so you were always hanging out with the boy. You even went to the same school. You were basically inseparable. Carmela was even telling you that you’re like a second daughter to her.

Things changed when you became teenagers. Michael was still a boy, interested in everything army related. You were more mature than him. And another little fact helped to grow up a little. He was your first love. You thought it would be easy: you fell in love with him, he’s gonna fall in love with you. But it's never that easy, right? It was too early for him. You were sure that Michael never even thought about that before.

Now you both are grown-ups, with your own problems and feelings. And now there's always someone more beautiful, someone smarter than you, someone funnier than you. But in your case it's always someone more obedient than you.

Michael thinks that you're the stubbornest person he's ever known. The way your mind works has always been a riddle to him. Of course, he's not blind. He can see the way your e/c eyes shine in the sun. The way your lips curl in that beautiful smile of yours when he's telling a funny story. The way your h/c hair fall on your face when you're blushing after a compliment someone said to you. It's never him who's saying to you how beautiful you are. Every time he wants that person to be him. He wants to see your reaction to HIS compliment. He wants to tell you that you're a real treasure, that there's no other person on this planet like you. He wants to tell you that every day for the rest of his life. But you're just friends, right?

If only you knew what he was thinking while looking at you. And you still loved him. Your mom told you all those years ago that it was just a crush, you were seeing Michael almost every day after all. But you never grew out of it. You still wish you were able to run your fingers through his dark hair. To hold his hand gently in yours. To see his rare smile. To call him yours.

You were sitting at the dinner table with his family. Carmela didn't let you help her (again), so you just sat there silently. Michael was at your side, sitting silently too and listening to his father. Vito looked at you and asked why exactly you're not married. You smiled gently and said, "I'm waiting for the right one. It takes time". After that no one really paid attention to you, so you excused yourself and went to see their garden.

Next thing you knew, Michael was by your side again. You looked at him and settled you gaze at flowers again. “I wonder why everyone just keeps asking me that stupid question”, you sighed and lowered your head. Michael put his hands in pockets and said,” It’s not stupid, you’re 23 already”. You huffed,” And you’re 25. Vito had how many children at that age? Exactly. And I doubt it’s so hard for you to find a woman”. Michael stood right in front of you, “And I doubt it’s so hard for you to find the ‘right one’. You could have anybody”. Shaking your head, you said quietly, “If I could do that, I’d be already married to you”.

When you realized what you just said, it was too late. Michael was standing there opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say. When you tried to apologies for saying this, he shrugged his shoulders and said,” Marry me then”. You stood there dumbfounded and was looking at him like he grew out the second head,” Excuse me. What?” “Marry me then. Simple”. You took a step back and run your fingers through your hair,” It’s not simple. And you look like you’re actually serious about that”. “What if I am?” He took your hand,” What if I am serious? I just can’t imagine anyone else beside me all my life. Just marry me, after your words I know you want it too”. You cleared your throat,” Propose properly and then I’ll think about that. But you already have a very high chances of having a ‘yes’ Corleone”.

[fangirl-imagines]

Ride Home//Sonny Corleone x Reader

A/N: This took me forever for some reason and is the first time I’ve ever written for Sonny so I hope you guys enjoy it! Requested by @moonliightbabes. Just a warning there are mentions of the reader getting touched against her will but nothing graphic at all. 

Summary: Sonny and the reader and married and both hate Connie’s new fiancé Carlo, but when he pushes his luck with the reader Sonny teaches him a lesson. 

The car ride home from the Corleone’s house was full of conversation. Albeit, one sided conversation with Sonny doing most of the talking. 

“Did you hear the way that slime ball talked to my sister?! I could have rung his neck!” 

“And your mother would have killed you.” 

“She-” Sonny paused, “That’s beside the point! He still had it coming.” 

“Hmmm.” You hummed in agreement, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself as you looked out the mirror. 

“What? You cold or something?” Sonny asked, glancing over at you. He reached over and turned up the heat without waiting for your answer. 

“I’m fine.” You shook your head. 

Sonny glanced between you and the road, turning onto your street. “Alright, you gonna tell me what’s wrong or not? You’ve been acting weird since dinner.” 

You looked over at Sonny to deny it but his raised brows told you not to even bother. Your husband could always read you like the back of his hand. You sighed and leaned back into your seat. 

“Do you really think Connie is going to marry Carlo?” 

“Ha!” Sonny scoffed. “Knowing her, probably. She always could pick ‘em, couldn’t she?” He shook his head. “Man, I miss the days I could chase off all her boyfriends.” He smiled nostalgically to himself. 

“He’s not good for her.” You frowned, watching the road. “I don’t like the way he talks to her.” “Me neither, kid. He’ll straighten up if he knows what’s good for him though.” 

You glanced at Sonny out of the corner of your eye and bit your lip, muttering under your breath, “He’s a handsy bastard.”

“Sonny!” You yelled, tossing your hands out to catch yourself from hitting the dashboard as Sonny slammed on the brakes, sending you both flying forward. 

Sonny whipped around in his seat, the car in park just inside your driveway. Sonny’s eyes were narrowed and hinted with danger as he looked at you carefully. 

“What do you mean he’s handsy?” 

You swallowed around the knot in your throat. “Sonny…”

“Was that son of a bitch trying to feel up my baby sister?!” He groaned, shaking his head. “In our own mother’s house?!” 

You pressed your lips together. He wasn’t going to make this easy. You shook your head and turned in your seat to face your husband. “Look, Sonny, can you just drop it?” You asked as if you didn’t know who you were talking to. 

“I’m not fucking dropping anything! What do you mean Carlo was handsy?!” Sonny took a deep breath, relaxing his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel and breathing out through his nose. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you. I’m not!” He shook his head, trying to keep his temper in check even though he was already thinking about turning the car around and heading to find Carlo right now if that bastard touched his sister. “Just tell me what happened.” He asked again, calmer this time. 

You shook your head, turning to look out the window up at the dark house. 

“Sonny, I’m tired. Can’t we just go inside.” 

“God, it’s like pulling teeth with you here! Would you just tell me what Carlo did and I’ll-?

“He tried to feel me up.”

Sonny stared at you, his expression frozen as he tried to process your words. 

“What are you talking about? He grabbed you?” Sonny asked you through gritted teeth. 

You could see his face starting to flush and knew your husband was about to lose his infamous temper. It was the same reason you didn’t tell him about Carlo at dinner, not wanting to cause a scene at Vito and Carmela’s house. You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, looking anywhere but at Sonny as you spoke. 

“When I was helping your mother in the kitchen. He brushed up against me where she wasn’t looking and he, well, he grabbed me.”

Sonny let out a deep, shaky breath through his nose, his lips pursed as he shook his head. “That son of a bitch!” He slammed his hands down onto the steering wheel over and over, needing to hit something. 

“Sonny!” You scolded him as his hand hit the horn. 

“Y/N, go inside the house!” 

“Sonny, what are you going to do?”

“Damn it, Y/N, would you just go inside!”

You didn’t budge. Sonny rolled his eyes. “Fine then.” He threw the car in reverse with a jolt and started speeding back down the street. 

“Sonny, it’s not worth it! Let’s just go home!” 

Sonny scoffed, his grip tight on the steering wheel. “Not worth it? The guy tried to touch my wife and you say it's not worth it? I’m gonna kill him.” 

Sonny pressed down a little harder on the accelerator.

He was serious, you knew he was. Sonny had always been the protective type. Maybe it was from being the oldest Corleone sibling, maybe it was just a result of his temper, but Sonny had never hesitated when it came to protecting his family and that was especially true when it came to you. The car was barely in park out front of Carlo’s apartment building before Sonny was jumping out of the car, telling you to stay there. You opened your mouth to yell back at him but the car door was slammed shut before the words could leave your mouth. You watched Sonny run up the steps of the apartment building and disappear inside. You bit your nails as you sat in the car waiting. 

It was getting late, only two or three people were on the street. You kept glancing around the street then back up at the windows of the apartment building. You almost jumped when the sudden sound of a door slamming echoed in the quiet street. Sonny walked calmly around the side of the car and climbed in, slamming the door shut and turning to look at you. He was panting slightly, his face flushed, and his curly hair rumpled. A quick glance down and you’d spot his bloody knuckles and rumpled shirt but you didn’t need to look to know they were there. 

“Is he-? What happened up there?” You asked Sonny nervously, looking up at the apartment windows then back at your husband. 

Sonny huffed, starting the car and pulling away from the curb. “Well I’ll tell ya, If he’s got any sense at all he won’t be coming around you or Connie again anytime soon. If he so much as looks at you funny again though, I want you to tell me! No more of this making me drag it out of you business, ya here?”

You nodded, knowing that arguing with Sonny when he was already worked up would be like arguing with a brick wall. “What are you going to tell Connie?”

Sonny was quiet for a second, thinking it over in his mind. “I’m gonna tell her the truth. She was too good for him anyway.” 

You chuckled, “No arguments here.” You glanced from the dark road in front of you back to Sonny, eyeing his busted and bloody knuckles on the steering wheel in the moonlight. “Sonny?” 

“Yeah, kid?” He glanced over at you from the driver seat. Even with his hair ruffled and his shirt wrinkled he still looked as handsome as ever. 

“Thank you.” You said simply. 

Sonny’s eyes softened, even the corners of his lips pulling up in a soft hint of a smile. “Aw, come here, kid.” He sighed softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. 

Wordlessly you slid across the front seat and into Sonny’s side, letting your head rest against his shoulder. Your hand found his as it dangled over your shoulder. Gently you pulled it your lips and kissed the cracked skin on his knuckles tenderly as Sonny took you both home. 

[obscure-imaginations]

I'm thinking about my Mafiatale/swap/fell x The Godfather AU again, SO. Headcanon that all the Corleones have a small power.

Sonny can't get injured easily. Bruises heal in record time, what might be a bone breaking endeavor only splinters a bit, small cuts fade in a day. It certainly doesn’t help his temper, especially when he’s beating the group of creeps harassing people on the street (as he should). Sure, they have weapons, but he’s got adrenaline and an immunity to feel pain right now. Start running, creeps.

Tom can tell when someone is lying. It helps, being a lawyer. Sometimes, he can even sense what the truth might be- no guarantees, though. Even if it’s a tiny lie, such as “yeah, I took the trash out” even though you’re putting your shoes on now to do it, he can tell that you’re lying. Thankfully, bluffing doesn't count as lying so he is still invited to play poker.

Frederico can sense other people's emotions. It makes him anxious and overwhelmed, so he sticks to himself mostly. It has a radius- if he’s within five or six feet of someone, he can sense what they’re feeling, and he can sometimes piece together the why. Quit being rude to the nice store person, they’re not chipper because their partner broke up with them! He might not say that to the rude person, but he understands, and sometimes, the nice store person knows that just by looking at him.

Michael has a similar power to Tom, but instead, he can lie perfectly. Anybody but the Corleone family will seamlessly believe his lies. It’s hard not to believe whatever he says- he says it with such integrity in his voice! Thankfully, again, bluffing doesn’t count as lying so he is also allowed to play poker.

Connie can tell exactly how much money someone is carrying. Whether loose change or hundred dollar bills, she’ll know the exact amount. She’s a good pickpocket, despite the family thinking they are above crimes like those. She can also tell exactly how much money is in a cash register, but she’s never robbed those places.

Vito. Whereas Tom can tell when someone is lying, Vito can get them to tell the truth. Just a look into his eyes, and if you’re not careful, you’re spilling whatever secrets he wants to know. Your best bet to lie to him is to tell half truths, and skirt around the important details.

Carmela can calm people down with a single touch. Anxiety, anger, too excited, she can get them to a level that is manageable. Don’t be surprised when she pops into at-home meetings to bring coffee; she skims a rival’s shoulder and they’re suddenly much more open to the discussion.

Bonus! My Godfather OC, Alessandra Corleone:

Alessandra has instinct. She can tell when someone is about to come through the door, when Sonny is about to smack her with the newspaper from behind, when to cross the street without getting hit. The scariest instinct she’s had: the feeling of being aimed at.

[lafinmp3]

You and me... always forever,

[constanzia-corleone]

i shipped vito x carmela

Me too! They’re so cute in Part II…

[harritudur]

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Top 3 current ships: rollisi, adrienne x célestin, damerey

Top 3 all-time ships: henry x elizabeth, carmela x vito corleone, fleur x bill

Last song: sleeping at last - saturn

Lipstick or chapstick: both, it depends of my lips :P

Last movie: 1917

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[itsajamescaanthing]

hc - sonny x football - being in his high school's football team, his love for his jersey, fighting with his coach and team mates, and playing football with his brothers and children in later years

I love this!

-wearing his jersey in the halls on game day, the smell of sweat (but in a good way) coming off him

-bothering Tom to stop his homework “Come on, Tom, help me work on my passes.”

-the smell of mud & fall grass

-“Whatever, coach.” “What was that out of your mouth, Corleone?”

-his practice jersey riding up under his pads & showing smooth, flat muscles❤️

-football camp sunburns

-fixing his hair after it was under his helmet, all sweaty and curly

-He always had natural athletic talent, and spent a lot of time at the practice field or the weight room working on his own passing/blocking after practice was over. It was something the Corleones never understood about their oldest son, why he was as Italian as it gets at home, but also so gifted and dedicated to this American sport. One of the only things he could really excel at in school, one of the only things he worked his hardest at

-tackling a teammate too hard at practice after a bad day at school. “What the fuck, Sonny?”

-sweating and red-faced when he takes off his helmet after practice

-Vito & Carmela taking the whole family to his games, then taking front row seats by the chain link fence

-helping another teammate up with calloused hands

-In his first 2 years on varsity he was a TE or WR, but kept yearning for the QB position. Every summer he’d train up for it, lifting Vito’s old weights in the basement, and he finally went out for QB and got it his junior & senior year.

-the obligatory hands-on-his-hips-during-a-game-irritated-football-player pose

-his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps water on the sidelines

-Later coaching little Vincent in junior high out in the yard, crouching down to his level with his hand on his son’s shoulder

[marthajefferson]

You should totally make Vito & Carmela fanart! No one else makes it... :(

TADA! so: Little Italy, aug. 1920, the Feast of Saint Rocco- just before Vito leaves their building to join Clemenza & Tessio, and before he kills Don Fanucci. Then, he returns to his family and enjoys the festivities like nothing happened  (bigger version)