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fics-not-tragedies · 5 months

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 6

Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin

Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin x Riccardo Scamarcio

I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

Riccardo, a charismatic Italian with a twinkle in his eye, was mesmerised by an enchanting woman - you. Your laughter echoed through the cobbled streets and attracted him like a moth to a flame. One evening, in the warm glow of the streetlights, he decided to take a chance and express the feelings that had blossomed inside him.

"I will show you how this Italian amor," he declared in a voice that sounded like a serenade under the stars, "will love you even more than ever before. You will like it."

With a playful smile, you tilted your head, mesmerised by the bold declaration. The moon cast its soft light on the two of you, turning the night into a canvas for romance.

Riccardo stretched out his arm and invited you to a dance that transcended the boundaries of time. The accordion sounds of a street musician provided the soundtrack to your improvised waltz, and as you both twirled under the starry sky, Riccardo spoke of love in a language that needed no translation.

His eyes, deep pools of sincerity, met yours. "My Bella, love in Italy is like a good wine. It matures with grace, gaining richness and depth. I want to show you the depths of this Italian love, I want to love you more than ever before."

Caught up in the magic of the moment, they laughed and let themselves be carried away by the rhythm of the dance. With every step, Riccardo wove a tapestry of promises in the language of his heart.

As the two of you strolled through the enchanting streets, he led you to a quaint gelato shop. With a playful twinkle in his eye, he insisted on choosing the flavours for you both, each scoop a metaphor for the layers of feelings he wanted to share with you.

You savored the gelato in the moonlit piazza, the sweetness of the treat mirrored in the sweetness of the shared moments. Riccardo spoke of love stories that had weathered the test of time, of passion that burned like the Tuscan sun, and of commitment as steadfast as the ancient ruins that graced their homeland.

"Amore mio, love is not just a feeling; it's a celebration. A celebration of shared laughter, stolen glances, and the beauty found in every imperfection. I want to celebrate every moment with you."

The night wore on, and as you found themselves on a quiet bridge overlooking a gentle canal, Riccardo's expression turned tender. He reached into his pocket and presented you with a small, ornate box.

"Amore mio," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, "Open it, bella."

You, with your heart fluttering, opened the box to find a delicate necklace - a golden pendant shaped like a heart, intertwined with an infinity symbol. Riccardo gently fastened it around your neck, a symbol of a love that transcended time and space.

"Forever," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to love you forever, amore."

You looked into his eyes, your own filled with a mixture of surprise and joy. In that moment, beneath the Italian moonlight, you two exchanged a silent vow - a promise to love harder than ever before.

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thewhumpcaretaker · 18 days

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Top 5 favorite john wick ships⁉️⁉️

Omg the asks are coming so fast um um um

John x Helen. The OGs. Love itself personified to the extent that it's almost religious. They will find each other in every lifetime and they are bound to each other by a power that reshapes international political systems and outshines the powers of death. The sweetest domme and most devoted sub that ever lived. They're brought together by blood transfusions, bullet wounds, and the complete lack of any familial support system. If they're getting whumped, they're getting whumped at the same time because they're soul mates that can feel each other's emotions even beyond the grave (this is Broken Veil lore). The flavor of the whump is honey and that's what they call each other. Fun fact: I literally, irl had to quit writing about them because I stopped sleeping, oops.

John x Vincent. Churchduel sends my brain into immediate overdrive. I am thinking about it all of the time. Sometimes, I try to think other thoughts, and Churchduel thoughts assert themselves out of the ether instead. Unconditional love and impossible levels of redemption. Throw your punitive justice out the window to prove you're not a cop, we came to cum and it WILL save him. Actually healthy underneath it all because this is secretly an NPD/cluster B positivity story about how a narc can have a healthy relationship with proper accommodations. The flavor of this whump is strawberry and it is mixed with so much cocaine. I NEED Vincent and he needs so much help. Kiss this sad wet cat!!! Kiss him now, John, with tongue!!!!!!

John x Santino. I can't think about them without my heart fluttering. I feel their love for each other inside my own body. They are pure entities of angst and hurt/comfort, to the extent that I can write endless drabble and ficlets about them which I don't normally do. They don't even require context, Santino is just distilled clinginess and need while John is distilled comfort and they just produce an outpouring of gentleness as John helps Santino heal and Riccardo Scamarcio's pronounced eye bags haunt my daydreams (I swear to god, there is never a time when this man looks like he's had a full night of sleep and I think that's just his face. What a face <3). The flavor of this whump is coffee and cigarettes, and the whumperflies make me feel like I'm passing out.

John x Caine. It is a goal of mine to get feral about John x Caine. That one GIF of Caine saying "are you dead John?" and looking like his heart just shattered is buried in my brain, waiting to blossom. Also the fic with the head pats. THE HEAD PATS. And the wet spot induced by the head pats...I can't. I'm dead. People should please send me John x Caine asks, I need to figure out how to write them so I can dive into this because there's so much potential. Their whump flavor remains a mystery and I need to know. I'm getting hints of something slow and ponderous and gentle, perhaps a relaxing tea?

Vincent x Chidi. Let's be honest: Beyond Judgement could just happen with Chidi instead under slightly different circumstances. The point is for there to be a bodyguard who will do anything for Vincent and love him unconditionally like daddy didn't. Chidi might not offer that enemies to lovers factor, but he could absolutely bring out the best in Vincent. He's the one person in the world who is canonically there for Vicent and doesn't want him to die alone and forgotten. Also I spent the better part of today thinking about that Vincent web weaving image set and how much I want there to be someone there to prevent Vincent's tragic fall

Bonus:

Jude x no one. Get it Jude. Live your best aroace life and whip some folks platonically. I'm spinning you in my brain anyway.

#john wick ships #john x helen #john x marquis de gramont #john x santino #chidi x marquis de gramont

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the-darklings · 3 years

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—𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒐.

pairing: santino d’antonio x v (+john)

word count: 1.1k+

summary: Perhaps he loved you too fiercely, and how do you survive loving a calamity?

warnings: it’s sad folks, implied death

notes: basically final canon scene of ch13 but from santino’s pov that I wrote during a sprint on discord ages ago but many of you asked to see it here, so here you go. title is a latin phrase for “without the sun I’m silent” and if that’s not fitting for s/v dunno what is.

children of ares series: 01 | …. |

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There is an acute absence of fear.

A surprising lack of fear.

John Wick stalks towards him slowly—a predator on a hunt—and Santino D’Antonio wonders why he doesn’t feel dread.

He should.

The end is here at long last.

That stony, tense expression is the last thing many have seen. Similar to the way so many fear the mere mention of the name attached to the assassin staggering ever closer to him.

Santino doesn’t.

There is only expectation.

He knew what he was doing when he opened that contract. He knew.

Worth any price.

It’s only right. An eye for an eye. Blood for blood.

John Wick broke down the only person he has loved, so it’s only right he should return the favour tenfold.

He liked John once—genuinely, man to man—and he supposes that it only makes all this even more ironic. Tragic, too.

It will always be him. Always John.

But that absence of that someone by John’s side stills something inside his gut.

Where are you?

Where is his beloved, beautiful viper?

Last he saw you, tears shining in your eyes and smiling faintly—so unguarded and breathtaking—you told him to take you away.

Paris. After all this time. Paris.

His dream for years now finally given the agreement he had been waiting for so desperately.

The last time he saw you, you had covered him with your body—iron and fire, and raw power that won’t yield to anyone—and told him to go, run, get away, and leave you behind while you faced against a living nightmare—

And now you’re nowhere to be seen.

No.

Surely not.

Surely, despite his flaws and mistakes, John won’t actually kill you.

Impossible. He refuses to even think it—

You’re strong. You won’t go down so easily. It’s not...

But you’ve been injured, taking one mental hit after another for weeks now. He tried to help but he can’t fight your battles for you, and knows full well you would hate him if he did. That’s why he never tries anymore because he respects your strength and resilience too much. So he did what he’s always done. Stood by your side and offered his hand in return. Leaving the choice to hold on up to you. His sun. His beautiful, warm, deadly sun.

Like Icarus, he can feel his wings burning and scorching to dust. Perhaps he loved you too fiercely, and how do you survive loving a calamity? A destructive, beautiful creature capable of toppling the world.

Something claws up his throat, his gut coiling.

No.

He would know. If this miserable shithole of a planet no longer held you, he would know. In his bones, in his very marrow. He would know.

But he also knows that you never would have let John pass. You may not love him, may never love him now, but Santino knows you care enough to at least try and stop the assassin.

Take me away from here.

He wishes he could, more than anything now.

“Johnathan,” Winston calls out, a hint of caution there.

Santino doesn’t look towards the manager but he can hear the old man’s palpable surprise. Can hear the warning and the disbelief. He’s no doubt realising just how severely he has miscalculated when it comes to John Wick’s thirst for retribution.

Winston did know John would come for his head, had warned him he would. But he did misjudge the risk Baba Yaga would be willing to take to get it.

“Did you kill her, hm?”

It slips out despite his attempt to keep his worry private.

Never let them see you weak, his father’s voice hisses but he doesn’t care.

Despite being taught to never show worry or fear—to battle those things away so he’s never seen as anything but always in control. He can’t help it.

It—

No, you have to be alive. You have to be.

John Wick halts before him and there is a lick of fury across his features; brief but intent. The ghost, the shadow, the terrible death. Clearly unhappy with the question he asked but Santino doesn’t give a shit if he feels offended by the question.

He needs to know.

“Johnathan, just walk away,” Winston warns, and this time his voice slips into something more authoritative. Cold.

But John will not.

Santino slumps back in the plush chair, his chin tilting, his mouth pressing into a smug line. Play the role, keep the mask.

All he can see is your smile burning behind his eyelids, hear the distant sound of your laugh in his ear, and feel the ghost of your warmth in his arms, and it’s not a terrible way to go, he can’t help but think.

But if he took you as well…

If he stole you away before you could be free...

“Did you kill her?”

Winston takes a step closer, his hand raised in a pacifying manner, but there is no sympathy on his face, no understanding. Only the manager. Ruthless to the bone. Maybe he, too, is now realising that there is a chance that’s exactly what happened. That you might be dead at Baba Yaga’s hand.

“Johnathan,” Winston repeats, his voice even sharper, icy. “Just walk away.”

He loves you.

Love, love, love. What a foolish sentiment. What a weakness and sickness. What a blessing.

He tugs on a memory buried deep, then. Secret he hasn’t divulged to you or anyone else. A memory of Naples, a dark room, and hands cupping his cheeks. The heat of them on his skin—a heaven and hell all in one because he can barely live without that touch now, no matter how innocent—and the bittersweet tang of wine on his tongue. The dizzying warmth of soft, caring lips against his forehead followed by a tentative, faint murmur against his hair.

I do care about you, Santino D’Antonio. A lot more than I probably should.

“Yeah, Johnathan,” he mocks, turning to face him, bitter and quiet. “Just walk—”

He loves you.

That’s all he knows or cares about because it’s the very best of him. A part of himself he likes the best, at least. It’s been that way for a long time now. The ever-morphing and growing dream of a future with you by his side.

He will find the sun again. Be it this lifetime or the next. He will find you again, and learn to love you all over again. No matter how long it takes him. Maybe, in those lifetimes, you can love him too. He wants it more than anything. That hope. Foolish but fierce.

Let her be safe. Let her be free.

He doesn’t register the bullet.

#santino d'antonio x reader #santino d'antonio #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick fic #john wick imagine #john wick drabble #keanu reeves #riccardo scamarcio #fic: children of ares #s: i can wait

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weclassygirl · 4 years

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𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

Word count: 628

Pairing: the elder x the vipress/reader

Summary: V/Reader spends some quality time with the Elder at the beach.

Warnings: none, just softness

Author’s note: once again The Vipress belongs to @the-darklings from her amazing fic Children of Ares, but it can also be read as reader insert, enjoy!

She can hear the soft waves of water as she resurfaces from the deep. There is no one around them as they slowly swim to the shore. She pushes the water away, now in full control of her fear. In control because of him, he granted her that control, helped her with it. She is always thankful for that, cause now she can enjoy one of the pleasures of life with him.

The man himself is already standing on the white sand, drying himself with equally white towel. It’s an unusual sight, to see him without his robes, to see his sun kissed skin in its full glory. She approaches closer to him, her eyes set on the clear water beneath her. While his gaze is fully focused on her frame. To him she looks angelic, with the sun shining behind her and reflecting on the surface of the water. She looks up at him and smiles widely, this is one of the moments that she’s the happiest, away from all the stress of their dangerous lives.

She keeps her eyes on him as she takes the towel from his hands and dries herself off. She does that in unhurried fashion, his eyes tracing her every movement. The Elder moves further on the shore and sits on the golden sand. She slowly follows his lead and places herself in front of him. She sits between his thighs, her back pressed to his chest as she leans against him and closes her eyes for a moment.

He puts his hands around her waist and she places her own on his, drawing circles on his knuckles. She hums and leans her head on his shoulder. They sit like that for a while when she opens her eyes at the touch of his lips on her skin. He places soft kisses on her shoulder and trails them up her neck. They are soft, delicate and slow as if he wants to savour every moment of her in his arms.

She melts into him even more, giving in to the silent pleasure. The sun is already setting on the horizon and the Elder presses one last kiss before looking up at the sunset. Both of them watch it disappear behind the water, the golden light illuminating their faces. She turns to him and looks into his dark eyes, there’s a hint of lust in them and adoration. She leans closer and captures her lips with his. The kiss feels like it’s even softer than the ones he was placing on her skin just moments ago. Both of them savor every lasting kiss with a passion flowing through them, the whole world around them already forgotten, now only the two of them matter in that moment.

She pulls back and presses one last kiss before placing her forehead against his. They close their eyes and just breathe. No words need to be exchanged between them to know how they feel. Those precious seconds appear to pass like an eternity, when they open their eyes the shore around them has already been covered in the dark light, moon being the only source of light.

They stand up from the sand, hands entangled with each other. She looks up at the sky above them, stars fill the dark space. He doesn’t look at the sky, but at her. She admires one of the most beautiful sights in the universe while he admires the most beautiful one standing just in front of him. She averts her gaze from the sky to him and just smiles. He responds with a similar smile forming on his face. They don’t need to say anything, every look they throw in the others way tells more than any word ever could.

#the elder x reader #the elder x vipress #john wick #john wick 2 #john wick 3 #other fic #the-darklings #kat #i am on that elder drive rn #just need more elder content #also some young!elder #drabble #santino d'antonio #keanu reeves #Riccardo Scamarcio #said taghmaoui #this was not proofread

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idle-writer · 4 years

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Pairing: Santino D'Antonio x Reader

Warning: None

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You could hear the faint sounds of gunshots in the distance. Santino’s arm was slung around your shoulder, your hand on his waist as you almost dragged him away. You just used all your bullets to clear the way. If you get caught now, you’re absolutely fucked.

“You’re so stupid,” You muttered under your breath. Your eyes shifting left and right, occasionally looking back to make sure that no one was following. “So fucking stupid.”

“Easy, bella. I just got shot,” he smiled bitterly, “and you’re hurting my feelings.”

“You’re in this situation because you’re an idiot who hires incompetent people to work for you.” You looked at the dark red, staining his clothes, spreading on his hand that was pressed on the gunshot wound on the side of his stomach. At least not stupid enough to not follow your instructions.

He chuckled, “Maybe I should hire someone like you, no?”

You chose not to respond this time. The smug grin on his face clearly indicates he found this situation entertaining, you didn’t.

“Are you worried? I like that look on your face when you worry about me.”

“Can you shut your mouth for like five minutes?” You snapped back at him. “Can’t you see I’m trying to keep us both alive?”

Another chuckle that was cut off by a groan. You cursed. He was breathing more heavily now, brows creasing, as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Finally, you saw light, an exit. You could see the familiar silhouette of his guards. Ares immediately recognizing you, raised her gun ready to shoot.

Santino raised his other hand, signaling Ares to lower her gun which she did, narrowed eyes not leaving you. You saw her mouthing orders to other people, and then she made her way towards you and Santino. You made him lean on the wall. A hand gripping your sleeve knowing you were about to leave. His eyes searched yours, a silent plead for you to not go. You swallowed hard, and shook his hand off your sleeve, playfully ruffling his brown locks before leaving.

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You walked around the room, inspecting every corner, every wall, every window. The beeping from the heartrate monitor, the only sound that can be heard. You stopped by the side of his bed, unaware that he was capable of such calm, and serene expression.

“You have that look on your face again, cara mia.” Your eyes darted to his green ones, oh how easy it is to get lost in those eyes.

Wolfish grin back on his lips, he raised his hand, gently caressing your cheek. “I like it. Maybe I should get shot more often, hm?”

You unwillingly turned your head away as you hear footsteps approaching.

You leaned down, and pressed a small kiss on the corner of his lips. Not quite where he wanted them to be. “I’m the only one allowed to take your head, Santino.”

"Come and get me, amore."

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a/n: I should be continuing the other santino fic but I had this idea and I just had to write it down before I completely forget. Thank you for reading!

#santino d'antonio x reader #santino d'antonio #john wick #drabble #riccardo scamarcio #john wick imagine

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fics-not-tragedies · 5 months

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 10

Mammamia ♫ Måneskin

Mammamia ♫ Måneskin x Riccardo Scamarcio

They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

Riccardo, a charismatic Italian with a penchant for passion and a love for life, had planned a date night to sweep his lover off her feet. The streets of the city buzzed with energy as you strolled hand in hand, the air alive with the promise of a night filled with amore.

As you approached a quaint Italian restaurant bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights, Riccardo couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Tonight was about indulging in the flavors of love, both in the culinary and romantic sense.

Seated at a candlelit table, the ambiance of the restaurant felt like a scene from an old Italian film - a romantic backdrop for the evening's unfolding story. Riccardo's eyes, as expressive as the rolling hills of Tuscany, met yours with a sparkle that hinted at the surprises he had in store.

The waiter, with a knowing smile, handed you menus. Riccardo, ever the charmer, leaned in and whispered, "They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano."

You burst out laughing, the notes danced in the air like a shared secret. The humour and playfulness were woven into the fabric of your connection, so that every moment together felt like a lively dance.

As you both studied the menu, Riccardo guided you through the offerings, each dish a love letter to Italy's rich culinary heritage. The waiter presented you with a selection of antipasti with panache, a symphony of flavours that set the scene for the romantic feast.

Between bruschetta and a sip of red wine, Riccardo told you about his Italian upbringing, and the aroma of home-cooked food wafted through the stories. His gestures were as lively as the conversations, his hands moving in a dance that mirrored the passion of his words.

"They ask me why I'm so cute, 'cause I'm italiano," he declared , winking at you playfully, with a twinkle in his eye. You, enamored by his charm, couldn't help but agree with a teasing smile.

As the main course arrived - pasta plates with rich sauces and fragrant herbs - Riccardo continued to paint a vivid picture of his Italian heritage. The flavours melded into a sensual dance on your palate, and the evening unfolded like a journey through the romantic landscapes of Italy.

The restaurant, now filled with the soft hum of conversation and the clink of wine glasses, provided the perfect backdrop for your shared laughter and stolen glances. You, caught up in the magic of the evening, felt a deep appreciation for the man who had orchestrated such a romantic escapade.

Dessert arrived - a decadent tiramisu adorned with cocoa powder and a sprinkle of love. Riccardo, with a mischievous grin, leaned in and said, "They ask me why I'm so sweet, 'cause I'm italiano."

You, savoring the sweetness of the moment, couldn't help but be swept away by the charm and allure of the man sitting across from you.

As the evening drew to a close, Riccardo and you lingered over coffee, the lingering aroma of espresso adding to the air of intimacy. The city outside continued its nocturnal symphony, a melody that echoed the shared joy and connection of the night.

"They ask me why I'm so romantic, 'cause I'm italiano," Riccardo said, his gaze holding the warmth of the evening.

You, feeling the magic of the date night, couldn't agree more. As you two stepped out into the moonlit streets, hand in hand, the night became a canvas painted with the strokes of love and laughter - a testament to the timeless allure of romance, and the undeniable charm of an Italian heart.

#january 2024 music prompts #music prompts #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #imagine #drabble #riccardo scamarcio fic #riccardo scamarcio fanfiction #riccardo scamarcio fanfic #riccardo scamarcio imagine #riccardo scamarcio drabble #riccardo scamarcio x reader #riccardo scamarcio x you #prompt fics

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fics-not-tragedies · 2 years

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August song prompt drabbles

Hello folks!

I am officially back so, let's start with a bang! 💥 Song prompt drabbles! Below is a list with 19 songs: send me a number (or the title of the song) + a person you'd like me to write a fic with; bonus points if you specify what kind of fic you want me to write.

As a reminder I am writing for:

Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies: John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise, Constantine & the movie, Johnny Utah & Point Break, Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Neo & The Matrix, dr Julian Mercer, Jack Traven & Speed; Riccardo Scamarcio along with: Santino D’Antonio; Andrew Hozier Byrne; Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies: Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak, Loki & Avengers/Thor, Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive, dr Robert Laing & High Rise, Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager; Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies: Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher, Walter Marshall & Nomis, Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle, Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E., August Walker & MI: Fallout; Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies: Eric Northman & True Blood, Leo Beiler & Mute, Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl, sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill; Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters: Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby, Alfie Solomons; Supernatural franchise along with the following characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, The X Files franchise along with the following characters: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies: Jack Bauer & 24, president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor, David & The Lost Boys, Criminal Minds franchise along with the following characters: Dr Spencer Reid

The songs are as follow:

Kill Of The Night - Gin Wigmore

Heartlines - Florence + The Machine

Zitti E Buoni - Maneskin

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Golden - Harry Styles

Stay - Thirty Seconds To Mars

Dinner & Diatribes - Hozier

Tell It To My Heart - MEDUZA ft. Hozier

Used To Be My Girl - The Last Shadow Puppets

Maneater - Nelly Furtado

Cupid - Alexandra Savior

I Want It All - Arctic Monkeys

Raise Hell - Dorothy

Oh My God - Adele

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

Partition - Beyonce

Decode - Paramore

Figure It Out - Royal Blood

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Throw them asks! I'm waiting! 😘

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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April song prompts: #19 A Little Death

Today’s prompt was requested by a lovely anon.

SONG: A Little Death - The Neighborhood ft. Riccardo Scamarcio; Words: 1075 (oops 🤡); Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

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With his hand still around your throat, he slammed the door shut and pushed you against it.

“Sei fottutamente splendida, amore…” he mumbled against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“English, Riccardo… use English” you rasped your hands coming up to his hair, tugging and pulling on it, twirling his locks around your fingers.

“I said that you’re fucking beautiful, my love” breathing against your lips he gently nibbled on your lower lip. Then you kissed him, letting your lips stay against his a bit longer and then retreated again but not without biting his bottom lip quickly, enjoying the little grunt you received from his lips.

Your mind spun, you had gotten so wet it was starting to trail down your legs, “Fuck, don’t hold back on me” you breathed as his free hand roamed across the front of your dress.

He turned your head back to him, his eyes boring into you. His thumb rubbed up your chin to your lips, where you took him between your teeth. His mouth parted slightly and he watched you take his finger into your mouth and twirled your tongue around it. You felt his finger leave your mouth suddenly just to be replaced with his hot hungry lips. His tongue shot into your mouth without permission but your body happily replied. Then he moved his lips onto your neck, nibbling and biting, his teeth grazing your collarbone.

“Sei così bella” he rasped, his lips moving back to your neck, “Non vedo l'ora di essere dentro di te…” his hold on your hand released and rested again on your hip, your skin was now burning from his touch. You squealed in delight when his teeth dug into your neck, surely leaving a bruise. It was exhilarating to feel a man claiming you again.

You sighed as both of his hands met on your hips and traced burning circles just under your panty line. He had you reeling and squirming against him. He knew how to take his time.

Riccardo’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he slowly inched down your body, his intense stare pushing you to a place of bliss that you'd never seen. He would stop here and there and nibble on your skin to watch you twitch and writhe against him until he reached your panty line. With a smirk, he looked up at you, “Hope you don’t need these, amore” he bit his lip as he ripped your panties off of you, making you gasp. You were breathless and too turned on to argue that it was one of your favorite pair. His lips on your thigh averted your attention quickly.

You couldn’t help but watch him as his lips toured your inner thigh with expertise. His eyes locked with yours as he closed his lips on your throbbing core. You cursed and your head fell back once his tongue slid quickly up your slit. Just enough to cause a small spasm from you and intensify your pleasure. He didn’t even have to fuck you because his tongue was sending you high and bliss with barely a touch.

“Proprio uno squisito sapore…” he mumbled against your cunt, receiving a loud moan from you as a response.

So when his tongue darted past your folds, you nearly screamed. Your body bucked against him as he started a mad riot on your clit. His hands dug into your hips to keep you still, a determined and almost wild look on his face. Your orgasm built quickly and you lashed against him. His hands were probably leaving bruises on you, but you didn’t care. His tongue just continued to assault you until you were nothing but a mess.

“Fuck!” You rode his face until your body calmed and he met your lips again, your juices mending with his taste.

Then you’re pulled further inside, until he’s sitting on the sofa and you’re writhing in his lap. You’re practically buzzing with excitement, mouth watering and mind hazy at the sounds of metal clanging, zipper being undone, material rustling- and then he’s lifting you up. One arm wrapped firmly around you with his hand reaching under your right thigh, lifting you up over his cock, and then he whispered in your ear, “If you want to keep your underwear, I suggest that you move them out of my way, /amore.”

Trembling fingers pushed your underwear to the side of your pussy, and your free hand is quick to fly up to your mouth when he pushed inside you. He lowered you onto his cock slowly, forcing you to feel the walls of your cunt stretch with every inch as he entered you. Your legs were spread wide, almost touching to where his are, ass settling and rubbing against his shirt.

You breathed heavily, whining when he’s all the way inside. Your hands came up and splay over the span of your abdomen, feeling as if he was penetrating you deep in your stomach. His cock pulsed inside you as he suddenly bucked his hips up, and the feeling is blinding, his arm returning to wrap around your waist, lifting you up and letting you fall down along his cock, “Come on amore, ride me.”

And you really can’t move, with his arm around you pulling you to his chest and being so fucking deep inside you. A hand appeared on your neck, fingers squeezing the sides as he repeated himself, sliding his hand down from your neck to your chest.

So you roll your hips, swallowing down a sob when the head of his cock nudged that spot deep inside you. Every lift barely took you a few centimeters above his pelvis but you still grew close, extremely quickly, shaking as you grind down and clenched around his cock. Tears leak from your eyes as Riccardo groaned quietly, “That’s it… cazzo. Gonna come soon?” You nodded adamantly, hips moving faster, as fast as you could, imitating your earlier movements.

The crest of your orgasm reached you, your head falling back on his shoulder as you bite down on your tongue, feeling it began to roll over you. Riccardo’s hands suddenly appeared on your hips, his grip strong and tight as he held you still, preventing you from riding yourself through your high.

“You’re so fucking hot, amore” he rasped into your ear, “Let me take you on the bed now, properly, as you should be taken, principessa.”

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Fuckin’ February: Day 24

Consider this a follow up to yesterday’s one. Today’s prompt was requested by @silverlambcaptain.

PROMPT: “I want you naked on my bed, with your face pressed into the pillows…” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 733; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc; @wifeofdarklordsworld; @mysticfluffyness; @zombiepandajfish; @kollover24; @greenmanalishi; @persephonehemingway;

You wanted more, wanted him to tend to the ache he’d created between yours legs and you tensed to prepare yourself for what you couldn’t possibly prepare for, fingers gripping the edge of the table.

It was remarkable that nobody had even realized your agony yet. After a beat or two of group conversation and another round of drinks ordered whilst he toyed with the thin fabric, you were just about ready to give in, to beg him to fuck you already. He seemed to know and that’s when he raised an eyebrow at you in warning and brushed slowly against your folds, his fingers drowning in your wetness within moments.

You watched his jaw lock when he realized just how soaked you were and it was enough to send a shiver through your body. You closed your eyes momentarily, gritting your teeth, you head feeling too heavy to even hold up anymore. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table desperately and you rested your head on Santino’s strong shoulder in order to keep yourself together.

“Are you feeling alright, bambina?” his sister asked, “You look sick?”

“I’m fine… I think the AC here is a little bit faulty…” you mumbled, trying to nod and show her that you were okay.

Santino chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple for cover again, using it as an excuse to mumble against your skin, close to your ear, “Now you want to be close, do you, bella?”

You swallowed hard when you felt his fingers brushing against you, merely grazing your folds, just gathering your wetness. You were so frustrated, so desperate that you wanted to throw something equally as provoking back in his face, but you knew it’d make things worse so you hummed quietly in response, trying to push your legs together to satiate the urge. He tutted and pushed them back forcefully with his knuckles, your resistance beginning to drive the anger back.

“You're soaked, principessa…” he groaned quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. Your heart was racing, you were on edge, knowing his next move was unpredictable.

“Haven’t even touched you properly yet. You’re so fucking desperate, /bella, you really shouldn’t have denied me back home. Might just give you a taste of your own medicine…”

“No…” you replied, a sob caught in your throat.

“No?” He repeated back to you teasingly, his fingers finding their way to your clit at last and you hissed, covering up the noise by taking a long sip of your drink. You fought to keep your eyes open. You felt sweaty and dirty and it fueled the desire as his fingers moved in an agonizingly slow circular pattern. You wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, not now, not whilst you were still fighting for power, but you liked that he had this control over you. You loved the fact that he’d reduced you to a trembling, noisy mess with the littlest of effort.

You ached for him to touch you properly, to give you what you need, but there was no way he would, no way he’d miss out on his revenge, to tease you out of your mind until you were going to beg him, beg him to take you. He seemed completely unfazed, indifferent to the fact that he had you writhing with the simple touch of his fingertips, but you knew you had his full attention.

“I want you naked on my bed, with your face pressed into the pillows…” he drawled and you whimpered, trying to play it off with a cough, “and your ass up in the air, so I could give you the spanking you deserve now, principessa.”

Then without any warning he pushed his two long fingers into your heat, twisting them to give you more friction even though you’d never asked for this. Of course, you wanted it now, but it was never your plan.

You gasped, biting down harshly on your bottom lip, fingers tightening on the edge of the table to keep your body from betraying you, giving away the shiver of pleasure and need cursing through your body. You wanted to push your hips forward instinctively, desperate to have fingers sink deeper inside you. He was satisfied for now, slowed his movements instantly before curling his fingers hard and you breathed out shakily, trying to keep yourself from making a sound.

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Fuckin’ February: Day 1

Day one of Fuckin’ February... oh boi, it’s gonna be a wild ride! Today’s prompt was requested by @toomanystoriessolittletime, enjoy!

PROMPT: “Punish me, then.” ft. Santino D’Antonio Words: 554; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @a–1–1–3; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc; @wifeofdarklordsworld; @mysticfluffyness; @zombiepandajfish;

“Punish me, then, Santino…” you breathed into his ear.

You moaned, your dress was pushed up to your waist, your lace underwear torn. Your eyes snapped up. You couldn’t see his eyes in the darkness, the tinted glasses blocking the view but his face was so close. His hair fell into his face and he groaned as he pushed you back against the glass, one hand on your hip, the other fumbling with his belt.

Grabbing his shoulder, you steadied yourself, gasping when he pulled his cock out and stepped closer to you, his hand pushing your legs apart, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing inside you without a warning.

“Fuck.”

He reached down to push up your knee and you wrapped your leg around him, and he drove deeper inside you, filling you up. You gripped onto his shoulder, moaning when his head dropped down on your shoulder and he bit down on your neck, groaning and you pulled him in closer desperately, trying to buck his hips up into his but you were trapped between his body and the glass wall behind you.

“That’s what you wanted, principessa?” He growled, his voice so close to your ear sending shivers up your spine and you moaned, feeling yourself gush around him. His voice was deep, dark and laced with lust, “When you waltzed inside in that pretty little dress of yours?”

The elevator had slowed but the movement of his hips sped up as he thrust up inside you, his cock reaching deep inside you and your eyes fell shut, the pleasure igniting a fire inside you. Gripping his hair at the back of his neck, you tugged on it, desperate for something to hold on to as he fucked you faster.

“I was watching you, pupa…” he drawled, “Strutting around my club in that little thing…” his hand ran up your side, grabbing your breast and kneading it through the fabric of your dress, making you buck up into his touch desperately, whimpering when he bit down on your skin again.

“You didn’t expect this, did you, principessa? Didn’t expect me to find you so quickly, mm?” He pulled out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling his throbbing cock left.

You attempted to speak but couldn’t possibly form the words and just sighed, crying out and clinging on to him when he drove himself all the way inside you again, grabbing your ass and keeping you close to him.

“Such a good fucking girl…” he growled into your ear, “Taking my cock so good… perhaps you’ll get a reward later, pupa…”

You whimpered, pulling on his hair. His cock filling you up or not, his words would’ve done by themselves. The low tone, the need and desire, no matter what he did, he had the power to completely fuck you up.

“Are you coming for me, principessa? Let go, baby … all over my cock…”

You cried out, following his demands. Your legs were shaking and you gripped on to him for dear life as you felt yourself tighten around him, the pleasure washing over you as you whimpered his name each time he hit that spot inside you, fucking you through your orgasm, your eyes shut tightly as he made you see stars and neon lights.

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Fuckin’ February: Day 10

It’s time for more Italian lovin’… Today’s prompt was requested by @toomanystoriessolittletime

PROMPT: “Don’t think you’re going out in… this.” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 601; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc; @wifeofdarklordsworld; @mysticfluffyness; @zombiepandajfish; @kollover24;

Santino was stood by the door, waiting impatiently, another cigarette trapped between his fingers and he took a long drag, holding his breath when you stepped out of the bathroom with your eyes shining brightly, the vision you were gripping hold of him instantly, his gaze flickering down your body.

“Don’t think you’re going out in… this.”

You took few steps closer to him, twirling around as you moved closer, “How you like it, Santi?”

He took another long drag from his cigarette then quickly stubbed it into the ashtray. He sucked in the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“This is my favorite, I got it just for tonight” you added, but the look in his eyes made you push your bottom lip forward as you kept his gaze.

“No.”

You furrowed your brows, swallowing. The appreciation in his face when he’d looked at you had been so apparent that you could not believe now that he had objections. You blinked back at him, confused, “Santino, did you just say no?”

His eye twitched slightly, his hand balling into a fist, “You heard me, bella. You’re not wearing this tonight. You’re not wearing this around anybody but me.”

“But this dress…”

“This isn’t a dress, this is a fucking underwear!” Santino raised his voice at you and you flinched backwards, your eyes growing wide. He saw the fear in your eyes and stepped closer, “Bella I’m sorry… it’s just…” his large hands cupped your face as his mouth left a trail of little kisses from your chin all the way up to your forehead.

“Santi…” you breathed out when he pulled you closer, his body pressed against your flush.

“I don’t want anyone to see you like this…”

“Let me change then” he placed one last kiss to your temple, before stepping aside.

You walked back to the bags stood by the door to your wardrobe, pulling the satin over your head and letting it fall over the back of one of the stools to your left, could feel Santino’s eyes glued to your back and you increased the gentle sway of your hips, bending down to pull the dress from its bag.

When you rose to stand straight again, you gasped, breathed in the blend of smoke and the spice of his cologne before you felt him, his chest pressed to your back, his hand reaching around to cup your throat, his lips at your ear, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered.

“I want you to get down on your knees for me, bella” watching your curves bounce, seeing your smile of excitement, he’d compromised with himself. He stroked his fingertips over your throat, could feel your shaky breath, then stepped back to let you follow his command, “Now. We don’t have a lot of time.”

You hummed, “Mmmm, no, Santino” you whispered, reaching to unbuckle his belt, then zip down his suit trousers, immensely pleased by the soft sigh of relief that escaped him when you wrapped your fingers around him, started to stroke him slowly as you pulled him out, his cock hot and throbbing in the palm of your hand and you looked up to see him still watching your every movement with hooded lids.

“This is the reason you can’t wear that dress around people… I don’t want them to get hard by the view of your barely covered body, bella.”

“I will remember how this dress works on you, you can be sure of it, Santi.”

“It’s not just the dress… it’s you in it, il tuo corpo è come arte, bella.”

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Fuckin’ February: Day 27

Today’s prompt was requested by @toomanystoriessolittletime.

PROMPT: “All I can think about now is licking your cock like a melting ice cream cone…” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 739; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc; @wifeofdarklordsworld; @mysticfluffyness; @zombiepandajfish; @kollover24; @greenmanalishi; @persephonehemingway;

“All I can think about now is licking your cock like a melting ice cream cone…” you leaned closer to him, so you could breath the words into his ear, making sure no one else would hear them.

“Bella…” he growled through his gritted teeth when you sneaked your hand under the table and have his knee a rough squeeze.

“I know you’ve been thinking about that too, Santi… my lips snuggly wrapped around your thick cock” you drawled out every word, as your hand moved upwards, your fingertips teasing the outline of his length.

“Alright, all is set… now get to the fucking work, I have more exciting things to do this evening” Santino spat out, waving over to his henchmen showing them that the meeting was officially over and he wanted all of his guests already gone.

His hand came down on yours and squeezed it around himself, a soft groan leaving his lips, as he leaned in to press a fiery kiss to your lips. When the room was empty except for you two he stood up from the chair to stretch out his legs and re-position himself in the uncomfortably tight pants.

“H-Here?” he managed in a tight stammer, glancing around the room as though he expected someone to pop out from around a statue.

You smirked, moving your hands under your dress, then hooking your fingers under the waistband of your panties and slowly slipping them down your legs and off them.

“Here” you nodded, tossing them aside, “is that okay?”

He nodded quickly and you pressed your hands to his stomach and pushing him gently until he laid back. Your name left his lips in a breathless moan and you hushed him.

“Relax, handsome” you soothed, “let me make you feel good…”

You lifted the hem of his tight white suit shirt and dipped down to kiss along the waistband of his pants. He tensed each time your lips met his velvety skin.

“Relax” you breathed, “I’m here, baby.”

Still you kept your slow, torturous pace; smiling into each kiss as you felt just how excited he was.

“Want my lips a bit lower, love?” You teased, pointedly avoiding so much as grazing the fabric over his arousal.

Your gaze flicked up in time to catch his frantic nod and you chuckled, hooking your fingers under the waistband of his pants and slowly inching the material down, not bothered by undoing the button nor the zipper.

You stopped short of freeing his cock to drag your tongue along the perfect ‘v’ of his hips, pausing to punctuate your journey with sloppy kisses. It was torture, you knew, but it couldn’t be helped.

He was too gorgeous to not savor, no matter how desperate you were to feel the sting of his cock sliding into your cunt… The thought alone made you dizzy with lust.

“So pretty” you praised in a whisper, snaking one hand up under his shirt, “Santino, my baby you are fucking perfect…” Santino hissed something in Italian under his breath and you nipped along his happy trail, the smile never leaving your face, “Every little bit of you…”

You gently eased his pant down enough to free his cock from the ever-tightening fabric and hummed in anticipation at the sight of him.

He had blushed bright red the first time you'd told him how pretty his cock was. Maybe it was a strange thing to say but left your lips so easily you couldn’t bring yourself to retract it.

“Fuck, Santi…”

He was thick and warm in your hand and you took a moment to appreciate just how soft his skin was as you gently grazed you thumb up and down the vein on the underside of his cock.

“That good, baby?” You asked coyly.

He nodded quickly, licking his dry lips as he looked down at you.

“So fucking pretty…” you winked and quickened your pace.

It pulled a strained groan from his mouth and you licked your lips, continuing the teasing movements as you surprised him with a quick flick of your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock.

He bucked his hips off the chair, and you chuckled, guiding his hips back down with a hand pressed to his hip.

The second he was settled back on the chair, you descended on him, pressing a kiss to his tip before slipping him past your lips.

“C-cazzo…principessa…”

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Fuckin’ February: Day 20

Today’s prompt was requested by an anonymous.

PROMPT: “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 601; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc; @wifeofdarklordsworld; @mysticfluffyness; @zombiepandajfish; @kollover24; @greenmanalishi; @persephonehemingway;

“F-Fuck, Santi” you whimpered, your fingers closing around his arm to hold on to something, breathless again as he stepped forward and bent you over and allowed you to place your knee on the chair, but then his hand cupped your throat, pulling you flush against him.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, bella.”

You could feel his strong heartbeat against your back, knew he most likely felt your and how quickly he had overwhelmed you again, how he drew moan after moan from your lips with the way his fingers stroked at your walls relentlessly, groaning when he adjusted his grip on you so he could allow his fingers to sink deeper, curling them inside you and right into the spot he’d taken care of with his cock before and just as another loud moan threatened to fall from your lips, he pushed two fingers pass them, his eyes almost rolling back at the feeling.

“Suck on them, c’mon bella” he whispered breathily, his own composure faltering now as you sucked greedily on his fingers, your lips so tight around them, but he knew he’d lost control, was taking it too far with how little leverage he left her and how mercilessly he was playing with you, as weak for her and the way you needed him as he was eager to demonstrate it.

You moaned around his fingers, eyes falling shut, gasping when he curled his fingers harshly inside you again, almost squirming away but he held you firmly in place, firmly against him, his thumb coming up to nudge against your clit, starting to toy with you in the same rhythm his fingers were moving inside your cunt.

“Noo, stay right here, bella” he drawled, his fingers moving to slip out of your lips, coming around your throat, stroking at the sensitive skin soothingly, feeling your breath shake, your skin slightly sticky with sweat, “I will get you there again, bella, no squirming, per favore?”

“Santi” you whined, already so close again, this time arching your back to be closer to him, to have his fingers sink deeper inside you, “Please-…”

“Never had you this wet, bella” he rasped, his lips attaching to the back of your neck, mumbling against your skin, “You’re so naughty, bella, you stained my suit” he chuckled.

You could feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed, making you laugh quietly before he picked up the pace of his fingers again, “F-Fuck, Santi, I’m so close…” you cried, and then he flicked his thumb hard against your clit, at the same time burying his fingers deep inside you, curling them again and again until you were falling apart in his arms, clinging to his bicep, your breath shaking and you tensed, gasped at the intensity, the speed in which he’d gotten you there again and he tightened his arms around your waist when he heard the soft whimper fall from your lips, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against your shoulder and held you through the orgasm.

You didn’t know how much time passed, seconds, minutes, but when you felt you’d composed yourself, had regained control of your breathing, his entire demeanor had changed, the tension in his body had faded and he looped his arm around you the moment you attempted to move, ready to steady your body, a wide smile spreading across his face when your eyes met.

“You alright, bella?” he asked gently, his voice still husky.

You just smiled, licking your lips and nodding slowly, “Mhmm, sorry for ruining your suit.”

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Fuckin’ February: Day 19

Today’s prompt was requested by @toomanystoriessolittletime.

PROMPT: “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you pleased to see me?” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 564; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc; @wifeofdarklordsworld; @mysticfluffyness; @zombiepandajfish; @kollover24; @greenmanalishi; @persephonehemingway;

“Santino…” you said, feeling him tense slightly. “Did the meeting go okay?”

He let out a shaky breath, his fingers never leaving the keys. He huffed, and you were sure that he would not bother with a response, that the tension would rise again and the feeling you were enjoying now would fade soon, but then he cleared his throat, swallowing hard, “No…” he stated slowly, “The meeting was fucking far from okay.”

You bit your lip, worried he was mocking you for asking, now slightly on edge and ready to throw all your intentions you’d promised yourself to stick to on the way here out the window, put your guard up and fire back, but then the tension in his shoulders slowly ceased again.

“Things are fucking getting out of hand, principessa… E non so cosa dovrei fare.”

You were surprised when he added on to his statement, unsure if you should pose another question, or if that would just push him away, but then he surprised you again, unpredictable as ever.

The weak huff of laughter he let out had your heart breaking, it was all wrong seeing him like this once again, and while you felt privileged that he allowed you to see him like this, that he wasn’t hiding in front of you, yet you still hated knowing that he was indifferent enough to forget who he was.

It was clear to you that he wasn’t going to share more, so you lifted your head slowly, unable to help yourself swaying slightly, smacking your lips together, “Were you drinking Santino?”

“Just few glasses of wine, principessa… I thought it’d relax me.”

You smiled to yourself, inhaling slowly, “And does it?”

His eyes lifted slowly from the piano keys, his head turning, the way his blue eyes locked yours made your stomach flip, “I suppose” he nodded, “Nothing relaxes me like you though, principessa.”

“You should play it more often” you said, pressing your opened palm to the piano and slowly sitting down onto the tiny bench right next to him. With your thigh pressed to his you leaned closer.

You swallowed, felt your own breath shaking now and you moved your hand slowly up his arm, feeling his bicep tense and you squeezed his shoulder, looking back at him through hooded eyes, your voice soft and sultry as you spoke, “Do you want me, Santino?”

“Sì, bella…” his lips gently brushed your neck, then moved upwards to leave trails of wet kisses all over your skin, until he reached your ear and nibbled at your earlobe.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you pleased to see me?” You joked, sensing that he was still tense.

“Both” he breathed out against your neck and his free hand moved under his jacket and you watched him slowly take out the gun from behind the waistband of his pants then place it onto the piano.

He bit his lip, his gaze locked on the perfection of her face, his fingers’ movements on the piano once again ceasing, “Take off your dress” he ordered, the stability in his voice making him feel more stable himself, “And get on my bed.”

You hummed excitedly, closing your eyes as you took in his words, your lips threatening to curl into that satisfied smile that always made him want to dominate you.

“Right. Now.”

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Fuckin’ February: Day 14

This is my wet V-Day dream, alright? Today’s prompt was requested by an anonymous.

PROMPT: “This skirt is that short on purpose, isn’t it?” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 960; Warnings: none, hehe;

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Despite the desire to frustrate him, despite having expect a different reaction entirely, certainly not him showing up so quickly, you couldn’t suppress the instant curiosity his presence evoked within you.

You were aching to open the gifts he’d evidently brought you, you wanted to run your fingers through his hair, feel him relax under the hand you’d run down the velvet material of his suit. You craved his touch desperately, longed for his hands on you, the feeling of his lips hard and possessive against yours and you slid off the kitchen counter, the red heels clicking on the floor as you made your way over to him.

There was a fire in his eyes, an intensity you could hardly hold with your own gaze and as soon as you were close enough, his hand came down on your hip, then made its way to your lower back, pressed flat against the small of it to pull you flush against him, his scent overwhelming you instantly.

“Bella” he drawled, his upper lip stretching as he spoke, attempting to focus on the calm confidence his gesture carried, rather than the nerve you allowed yourself, “Did you really fucking though I wouldn’t have anything for you today?” He asked, his voice deep, strained.

The depth in his baby blue gaze, the unshakable authority weakened your knees as well as it instilled a sense of realization within you that you should have known better, how ridiculous it had been despite everything to think he would not use today of all days as another excuse to absolutely spoil you, just like he always did.

“I was just teasing you last night, principessa” he knew he should not have felt so strongly about you winding him up when he’d done nothing but the same, both your impulses driven too far by the shared passion that drew him to you.

“What’s this?” You asked, refusing to allow him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

He smirked, handing you the small box first and you eagerly popped it open, your eyes widening at the pair of diamond earrings, reflective and shiny in the light and paired with an arrangement of emerald and Santino knew that swallowing his pride and allowing you what you wanted was worth it merely for the look in your eyes, the glimmer of excitement, the pure joy as you took off the silver earrings you were wearing to replace them with the shiny new pieces, tilting your slender neck so he could see.

“Beautiful, as predicted” he drawled, licking his lips, then letting go of you to open the larger box in his hands, revealing a delicate tiara, sparkling and covered completely in diamonds, an abundance of sapphires and emeralds in the middle.

Your eyes widened and you stepped closer to him, your lips parted in awe, “Santi…”

He smirked at your unfiltered reaction, the pure excitement that spread across your features, “So you can finally be my queen, principessa.”

Without another word from you, he took the generously jeweled item out, placing the empty box onto the kitchen counter, before setting down the shiny tiara on your head, the heavy feeling of it only making your smile grow wider, “You’re unbelievable.”

With his hands now free, he placed one on your hip again, the other cupping the side of your face and drawing you in, his lips crashing against yours and kissing you eagerly, the plush feeling of your lips, the heat of them, the desperate whimper that left them making his grip on you tighten.

You moaned needily when he drew back too soon, but your eyes fell shut instantly again as he angled back your neck and his kisses trailed down your jaw, his lips sucking, kissing lightly on your neck, skimming over your throat, your heart pounding, as your whole body curved into his.

“This skirt is that short on purpose, isn’t it?” He breathed out against your lips, his hand cupping your butt through the fabric of your faux leather skirt.

“I want you to have the best views, baby” you pressed your lips against his neck only to receive a loud moan from his mouth.

“That’s not all I’ve got for you, bella…” he rasped, his voice like velvet, his lips close to your ear, “Gonna take you down to the car and we’re gonna have a glass of Cheval, alright?”

You breathed shakily, your fingers clutching onto his shoulder as his teeth sunk into your soft skin for merely a second, his breath ghosting over your neck.

“I got you that au perfum you were eyeing the other day, the one with diamonds” he added, “There are two Coco de Mer sets waiting for you in the car as well…”

“Santino…” you whispered.

He chuckled, reveling in the way you surrendered to him so willingly. Santino felt your breath hitch in the throat as he spoke, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before angling your head to his level, waiting for your eyes to flutter open, “Bella, look at me.”

The depth of his voice, the promises had you melting for him, your heart pounding as you opened your eyes and met hi, “I’m sorry” you said, knew that given the extravagance of him, it was due.

He chuckled, shaking his head, his lip twitching, “We’re going to Monaco” he stated with a small smile, watching the excitement, the disbelief flicker across your face yet again with immense content, “There’s a new dress, new heels and a bag you’ve wanted waiting for you in the car too. And I’m gonna take you out to buy some more nice things when we’re in Monte-Carlo. I want to show the whole world that you’re all mine, principessa.”

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Fuckin’ February: Day 17

Today’s prompt was requested by @toomanystoriessolittletime.

PROMPT: “Look at me like that once more… I dare you!” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 735; Warnings: smut;

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“Look at me like that once more… I dare you!” he sighed through gritted teeth.

“Like what?”

“You know like what…”

“I’m not doing anything…”

“Bella” he grumbled low, his lips pressed to your ear through your hair, making you shudder. “You’ve got your ‘please fuck me’ look on and you know I can’t resist.”

You bit your lip, held your breath and felt everything stop as he leaned in to kiss your jaw softly, his hand loosely holding your throat, the chills crawling up your spine as you melted into him in the corner of the room. There were so many people here, but Santino didn’t care now, suddenly hungry like you’d wanted. You closed your eyes, focused again on only him and his intoxicated need.

“Tell me what’ you want, bella” he drawled, “What are you needing?”

“I need you, Santino…” you purred, not even thinking now and he pulled you in to kiss him deeply, his fingers wrapped around the side of your neck, perhaps a little too much when surrounded by the masses of partiers, but too good to refuse. He broke away from you, his eyes dark, his gaze so intense and you forgot to breathe for a moment.

“Up” he uttered, tapping your ass to get you to move for him and now you knew you were going to get what you’d been craving, so desperate for him now that he was giving in.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he stood, linking his fingers with yours to pull you out from behind the table and into his side. He raked his free hand through his hair a couple of times as he sauntered towards the door, pulling you through the raucous dance floor ignoring your question, “Where are we going?” You repeated once you were in the hall.

“So impatient…” he grumbled, turning his head to look for the right direction.

You tried to keep up with him as he led you through the corridor, testing each door until he found one that was unlocked and empty. It was a bedroom - you could make that much out in the dark at least - but whose you didn’t know. Santino took off his suit jacket carefully, folding it and placing it aside whilst you closed the door behind you, purposely keeping the light out and turned to face him. You couldn’t make out much of his face in the low lighting before he was staggering drunkenly towards you again.

“Here?”

“Yes, bella.”

You didn’t need telling twice, stepping close to him and kissing him hard, trying to show how bad you needed him. His mouth was soft, tasted like expensive whiskey, his lips a little chapped but it was so him, so familiar and you sighed at the relief, drunk on the way he smelt alone.

“You're so insatiable, principessa…” he grumbled against you, his fingers digging into your waist, “It’s only been a day…”

“Mmm…” you mumbled, kissing along his jaw and down across to his neck, licking at the skin below his ear as you added, “A day too long.”

Santino squared his hips with yours, bucking you against the door and pulled your face up to kiss you. Winding your arms around his neck to bring him close, he groaned tipsily into your mouth and though you shuddered at the noise, you knew better than to question how loud he was being.

He pulled back for a second and eyed you in the dark, smirking, a tease before he kissed you again, hungrier this time. He chuckled against your lips, palming your breasts through the fabric of your dress as you arched your body into his and closed your eyes.

“This needs to come off…” he drawled before you could get used to the sensation. His voice was thick and velvety, commanding, “Right fucking now, bella…”

You held your arms up for him quickly and he took no time in yanking the dress over your head, his mouth lolling open in delight. He smacked his lips together, then licked them slowly.

“You weren’t wearing anything under that?” He groaned, moving back towards you before you could reply, his fingernails scraping at the newly exposed skin around your waist then trailing down to your ass to squeeze it roughly.

“I told you I needed you, Santino” you swallowed, trying not to break the intensity of his gaze.

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