Sonny doesnât break out the dirty talk every time you have sex. Heâs sweet, and gentle, and on a regular basis he would much rather prefer to hold you close, his thrusts deep and smooth as he kisses your neck, showering you with praise.
But sometimes, you push Sonny past the point of sweet. Past the point of gentle.
On days where you tease him constantly, sending him pictures of you playing with your toys and saying you wish it were him instead, he comes home and absolutely ravishes you. If youâre in the kitchen cooking dinner, Sonny bends you over the counter, shoves your panties to the side and shoves into you with one smooth push. âIs this what youâve been wanting all day, doll? You wanted my cock to stretch you out? Fuck, I can tell youâve been touching yourself, so god damn wet. Such a little slut, couldnât wait for me to get home and get this cock inside you.â
When Sonny gets jealous, he gets possessive. And thereâs no better way to show you that youâre his than pressing you up against the wall and rubbing your clit until you start to drip down your leg. âYou want more princess? You want to fuck yourself on my fingers?â He commands, his voice low and deep. You whimper at his touch, nodding eagerly. âThen beg.â You plead with him to touch you as he watches in amusement. âI know you can do better than that doll.â he laughs. âPlease, sir.â You moan, the desperation rising inside you. âPlease, touch me. I need to feel youâ Sonny wastes no time in plunging his fingers into you, curling them against your sweet spot until your legs are shaking. Just as youâre about to cum, Sonny withdraws his fingers. âGet on your knees.â
You kneel in front of him and Sonny unbuckles his pants, stroking himself lazily as he looks at you with pupil blown eyes. âPut my cock in your mouth.â He grabs your chin and runs the hard, reddened and precum slick head across your lips before thrusting into your mouth. Sonny is a moaning mess above you, hands fisting at your hair as he essentially fucks your throat. âThatâs it. Take it. Take it all, I know you can. Such a dirty girl, fuck, your mouth feels so good. You look so sexy with your lips wrapped around me.â
When he finally fucks you, itâs hard and fast. No romance, no sweet words. Sonny is slapping your ass and pinching your nipples, groaning as he sucks bruises into the skin of your thighs. âSuch a pretty pussy.â He moans, running his fingers through your wetness. Sonny lifts them to your mouth and you part your lips, swirling your tongue around his fingers and tasting yourself on them. âThat all for me doll?â You nod, grinding your hips against his in an effort to feel him deeper. Sonny pounds into you harder and you feel his thrusts become sloppier. âSqueezinâ me so tight. Iâm gonna cum.â You wrap your legs around him, hands scratching down his back. âWant me to fill you up? Look at what you do to meâ Sonny stalls as he spills himself inside you, groaning your name.
A dirty talking Sonny is a fucking treat, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât instigate him just to hear him lose control.
one of my favourite things about fanfiction is I can almost always find some way to contact the author, the actual human being who sat down and wrote this collection of words that I love so much and scream at them
and usually they scream back and itâs a wonderful exchange of happy
you just canât do that with published authors. You can scream, but youâre screaming into a Lovecraftian void and they almost never have the chance to scream back
I love fanfic authors so much. thanks for letting me scream at you about things we mutually love
I like being screamed at. And Iâll always scream right back.
I live for the people who scream at me. I would die for them.
sorry thereâs a handful of these left so im gonna knock them out short and sweet so that we can start the corleone auâs!
i started to make it short but i got carried away. canât promise that the next ones will be this long.
it technically happens gradually. early in the marriage, sonny hates waking up to the thought of even seeing you. you two didnât sleep in the same bed at all for the first month.
in the second week of the second month, sonny proposes that you two sleep in the same bed. you agree, knowing that it would help you two pretend to get along at least, thinking nothing of the reason why he proposed so. sonny thinks nothing of it as well.
for a little while afterward, sonny still hates waking up beside you. you nag, even in the morning about how he makes too much noise when he wakes up, and sonny hates to hear it.
eventually, his thoughts about you become neutral. this takes and lasts quite a while, around three months. you get used to his sound in the mornings, you nag a lot less.
sonny begins to stick around a little to make you happier, you two wake up at the same time so that he doesnât disturb you with his noise. for some reason, he takes a little pity on you and on the thought that you shut up to make him happy. even in a failure of a marriage, sonny is a people pleaser.
he starts to notice the little things you do, how you always keep up the same order of things. showering, brushing your teeth afterwards (never in the shower, youâre very particular). doing your makeup in your towel, getting dressed, styling your hair, and rushing downstairs to finish making coffee and breakfast for you and sonny.
he becomes appreciative of the peace, the quiet, and the comfort of having someone around, even if he doesnât want to speak with you.
eventually he wakes up and heâs excited to turn to you and see you stretch, to see you sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. eventually heâs talking to you, wishing you a good morning.
youâve noticed that he loves you, but you canât pull yourself to kiss him, to tell him that youâd fallen for him quickly.
until one morning heâs the one that rolls over to you, he pulls your arm back to him and pulls you back into bed and kisses you so passionately. all the passion mind you, sinks to your panties and causes you to clench your thighs together.
excuse me but why has this literally never been mentioned.
literally Iâm-
Itâs on wiki so itâs plausible that someone just put it in there, especially since itâs not listed as being sourced. ++ given Sonnyâs stature and demeanor it doesnât make sense for him to be ex-marine. Thatâs just my thought process
But if we wanna talk about military Sonny⌠as a marine heâd thrive in the humanitarian work and protecting people and ugh let my boy help the world like he was destined to
whoever put it there did it to torture us. lolol
also! a friend of mine from HS was in the marines & I met up with him a little after his service and he hadnât changed a lot (in my brief lunch with him) outwardly. he was still a tall, skinny half Jewish/half black boy who was kinda socially awkward which is how I knew him in HS, too. haha
 so I think itâs def possible so sonny to still beâŚsonny even post marine corps. depends, too, on what kind of marine he was/how he served. my friend drove humvees and the marines I grew up around were msgs (marine security guards at embassies around the world). so thereâs definitely room in there for marine!sonny if we want to ~explore that.
Marine!Sonny is now my entire aes
Sonny from mine and @childofbarisi Bodyguard/Assassin AU is ex-marines
I canât photoshop for shit. Please God, make a pic of Sonny in dress blues! I can picture it in my head but, damnâŚa pic would be nice. đ
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