Hes So Blunt, And Hes So Right.

hypothetically speaking if you did, a d@ddy k1nk drabble, with Max Cady. That would be…fun 👀

hey, little devil!

“I wanna show you something.” purring, you climb up on to the massive bed where Max is sprawled out, hands behind his head. there’s a thin, white sheet that is draped over his abdomen, obscuring the rest of his nakedness from you, but his torso, etched with art, is on full display.

“Oh yeah?” a wicked grin worms its way into his countenance as he watches you sit on your knees in front of him. “Whattya wanna show me, darlin’? Somethin’ naughty, no doubt.” one of his hands flees to caress your cheek, thumb careening to trace the lower counterpart of your pouting couplet.

you mirror his grin with a coy one of your own, pressing a sugary peck to the calloused pad of his thumb before parting your tiers and grazing his nail with your teeth. giving him a little nibble before wrapping your lips around the digit entirely, you tilt your head. “It’s a.. little bit naughty.” you admit in a slurred voice, sheepish yet excited to share. you kiss his thumb once more, purging it from your cavern before you turn around. your fingers bunch up the fabric of your breezy skirt as you inch it upwards, exposing your panties, and you bend forward, poking your butt out on display towards Max. you stare at his countenance in the mirror, and to your relief, see undeniable hunger in his eyes.

“Well now, these must be new.” Max purrs, sitting up straight. placing one palm flush against your cheek, he uses the grip to keep it steady while the other hand toys with the fabric of the lingerie, thick digits slipping beneath it to ghost over your sensitive skin. “‘Daddy’s Angel’?” he reads the font sewn into the butt of the garment with bemusement and pride. “That’s what that says?”

giggling, you nod. “Do you like them?”

Max chortles, fingers curling around the fabric to draw most together. “‘Course I like ‘em, darlin’, but you’re definitely not daddy’s angel. You’re more like… daddy’s little devil.” his tongue darts over his bottom lip as he pulls the fabric taut and watches it slip between your globes. with the cotton of the panties forced so tight against your sex, you find yourself eliciting a sultry whimper, and your hips undulate against the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right. Daddy’s dirty, little devil. Always sittin’ on his shoulder, makin’ him think about doin’ all sorts of bad, bad things to her.”

“Like what?” you coo, in hopes that he’ll indulge you. “What does daddy want to do to his little devil right now?”

“Right now?” he repeats, and you can hear the arrogance in his voice; looking at his massive form looming over you in the mirror, you feel butterflies in your stomach. “Right now, seeing this pretty, little ass ain’t nearly marked up enough for my likin’, daddy wants to leave his John Hancock all over it.” his words are coupled with a brutal thwack to your supple cheek, that ripples at the contact of his palm.

whining, your hands scrape and grip fists in the sheet, body lurching forward at the force of his spank. “Mark me up, please, daddy!” you’re hardly able to plead before another smack lands in exactly the same spot, stinging much more than the first.

“Me, oh, my!” Max exclaims gleefully. “I bet that stung like fire, didn’t it, little devil? Don’tchu worry your little head, daddy’s gonna cover your pretty cheeks in black and blue, but he’ll kiss it better when he’s done.”

Home?

I felt free only when I was at home.

Home, where I was born and raised, the place that crafted the person I am today. The capital of my state was a hectic place for sure, in fact I still remember the anxiety I used to have every day in the middle of the street full of hundred of people that only stared at me and at each other because that was one of the few things they knew how to do.

But, I have to be honest with you because that might be the only thing that my country lacked in: it is surely not my home anymore.

I have realised many negative elements of that place, one of many is exactly the toxicity it use to carry. People had become poisonous to each other and to their own blood. They would hate people and spit venom about other people's lives. Ungrateful fucking people.

So, affermative. My country ain't the best. And I come from it. But, it isn't my home anymore. Actually I don't have a home right now. As in, at the moment I don't have a city or a place I can call my home. I don't think I even want to find it, perhaps I am accustomed to being a nomad. It doesn't necessarily mean that I love doing it though, perhaps it's just how I got used to surviving.

I am Ariadne and I want to tell you what I think about life. Well, we are simple humans following the same rules and the same values, even though some of us don't really follow them but that's definitley irrelevant, and we are different in the matter of opinions. Even that though was the same at some point. But still there were some of us that wanted to destroy those norms, attempting to create new ones, like I said before, irrelevant.

Humans are divided into two genders: male and female. And with sexual actions they can reproduce new beings to our race. We have one race. We are all humans. But to some of us even these aspects I just listed to you are absolutely ridiculous, so they created new genders, new ways of sexual actions, new methods to reproduce and other absurd races.

We humans are never satisfied with how things were made. We want new things and we want to make them ourselves because that's what really satisfies us. Imagine the proudness one feels after demolishing the rules of nature, they would be thrilled as hell. How do I know that? I mean, it takes one to know the other. I've never been one that broke the rules but I have done some things, despite being small and not even worth mentioning.

I have surely changed a lot lately. In fact, I'm not the same person I was before because apparently I don't have a home to return to, other than my family, and I am not what my country wanted me to be. I'm not particularly proud of it. I'm actually indifferent to it. It might be because I'm continuously changing like a flower does every day.

there’s a place where lovers go

to cry their sorrows away

and they call it lonesome town

where the broken hearts stay

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].

I'm in love with a dying man.

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My heart is full and my soul is healing! 😭❤️