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what do you get the woman who has everything? | sofia falcone x reader ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆

reader gives sofia a collection of special photos for christmas

warnings: NSFW, dom sub dynamic, pet names, reader calls sofia 'mommy', christmas mentioned

A/N: i pictured this to be pre arkham!sofia, please excuse how rushed this is i wanted it to be out before christmas :))

after a day of festivities, you sit by sofia on the lounge surrounded by the warmth of the fire. the soft lull of christmas music in your ear, the pile of gifts stripped of their wrapping paper taking up half the room, her warm skin against yours, it’s pure bliss.

“wait!” you exclaim hurriedly “i almost forgot one last gift,” your cheeks flushing as you unveil a small wooden box that was nestled under the tree. sofia’s eyes widen in fascination as she lifts the box from your hands. she cautiously opens the it, revealing the contents inside. “oh," she purrs, her voice low and sultry.

"what do we have here?" sofia asks playfully, her fingers grazing over the stack of polaroids. she pulls one out, holding it up to examine the image. her eyes filled with desire at the sight of you perched on your bed, wearing nothing but a scarlet lingerie set.

sofia sets the photo down and reaches into the box, pulling out picture after picture, each one revealing a different angle, a different pose, each more provocative than the last.

“come with me, princess,” she commands, practically leaping from her spot on the chair. taking you by the hand, sofia leads you through the maze of grand halls in the falcone residence, her heels clicking against the marble floors. once you enter her bedroom suite she closes the door behind her.

sofia sets the box down on her side table and turns to face you, a predatory glint in her eye. "strip," she orders, her voice stern, leaving no room for argument. "i want to see if you look as good in person as you do in these photos."

she grows impatient, watching as you remove each layer of clothing at an excruciatingly slow pace. your clothes pool at your feet leaving you completely naked and vulnerable. a soft, teasing current sweeps over you, sending a shiver down your spine, and she can't help but chuckle at the sight of how utterly helpless you seem.

sofia uses her hands on your hips as an anchor, guiding you to sit atop the bed. grabbing the box of polaroids from their place on the side table, she selects a photo, holding it up for you to see. "this one," she purrs, her free hand trailing down your body. "I want you to hold this pose for me. can you do that, tesoro?"

sitting back on her heels to watch you, she licks her lips as you lay down on the bed, your hair splaying out in tendrils behind you with your arms raised above your head. "perfect," she praises, her hand sliding between your thighs. "you're such a good girl."

“only for you, mommy” you snicker, writhing further into the bed. an amused smile slowly spreads across sofia’s face at the sound of those sweet words. she trails her hands down your body her fingers dancing over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. sofia’s hand trails further down, nestling between your thighs, causing you to whine and your hips to buck. she circles your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, a husky moan escaping your lips “please sofia, don’t tease.”

she chuckles at your plea “i’m not teasing, i’m just getting started, princess” capturing your lips in a searing kiss - the kind that leaves you breathless and desperate for more. she breaks the kiss, her lips trailing down your neck, leaving behind a path of nips and bites.

finally her hand slips beneath your panties and a soft gasp escapes your lips at the sudden jolt of pleasure. without warning, she sinks two fingers in your cunt. sofia watches as you grind into her hand.

you look up at her, her dark eyes locked on yours as you slowly unravel. your moans fill the room as sofia works you over with her fingers “come on baby, let go for me.”

the sound of her smooth and sickly sweet voice is enough to send tou flying over the edge. your orgasm crashes over you, a wave of intense pleasure that leaves you gasping and shaking.

sofia crawls up your limp body, swallowing your moans in a kiss. she pulls back, a satisfied smirk across her face “merry christmas, princess” she hums.

THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEE

she can have me all tied up with a pretty bow for christmas 🫠

I rewatched Birds of Prey yesterday and,,,,, Helena and Sofia are rotting my brain 🫣🫠

- darkfalcone

yesss omg your post put the sofia and helena duo in my mind so i had to do my annual rewatch of birds of prey 😭 side note: i had no idea françois chau (mr zhao) is also in birds of prey??

my thoughts on helena bertinelli x sofia gigante x fem!reader:

sofia and helena are similar in many ways; they both come from infamous italian crime families, have overcome several hardships, and are both infatuated with you.

considering they’re both the products of very affluent families they’re definitely not accustomed to sharing - especially not you. but after a tiff regarding who would ultimately be allowed to ask you out they settled on a better option.

somehow, after a night of one too many dirty martinis at roman’s club, you found yourself stumbling into the back of a black g wagon with two dark-haired women and eventually, back to sofia’s stately home.

they exchange a playful look at each other before turning to face you, taking in your vulnerable position on the couch. “what do you suggest we do with her, helena?”

helena circles around behind you, trailing her fingers along your exposed shoulders “i think we should have some fun with her,” she proposes.

you savour the feeling of their hands on your skin as they expertly work to remove your clothes; every touch amplified by how fuzzy your head is from the drinks.

they both have insane family issues so that’s mommy and daddy right there. they hate to admit it but hearing you call them that riles them up even more than it does you.

they love to watch your cheeks flush as they shower you with praise like “look at her, being so good for mommy and daddy,” or “you just looked far too pretty, we had to take you home,” their voices sickly sweet.

yet they love watching you fall apart even more. mocking how pussy drunk you look, chuckling “troia” under their breath at how your legs fall open for them. blindfolding you and making you guess who’s eating you out just to punish you regardless of whether you get it right or not.

a little something about sofia taking maroni!reader as payback for alberto because i will keep this fandom alive so help me god!!

sofia has had you captive in her house for only a matter of hours but as the the minutes tick away, it feels closer to weeks. it’s only natural that you get on each other’s nerves, it’s in your blood.

the both of you are stubborn, holding onto your family’s pride and power, but something deeper is simmering between you.

tired of you spitting insults, sofia steps towards you, her voice dropping dangerously low. she roughly grabs your jaw “what… am i going to do with you, the maroni’s little princess.” you scoff, refusing to even look her in the eye.

sofia tightens her grip on your jaw, her dark eyes boring into yours. "don't you dare give me sass, you ungrateful bitch," she seethes, her eyes boring into yours. suddenly, her face drops. “you’re lucky i’m patient enough to wait for your scum family to retrieve you,” her voice low and almost seductive, “i could have put you six feet under by now.”

everything move she makes leaves you more confused. the way she looks at you, it’s cold and cruel but there’s warmth in her eyes. “looks like this little plan of yours didn’t work, sofia,” you smirk, teasing her.

“fucking hell,” she releases her grip on your jaw, beginning to pace back and forth “i underestimated how irritating you’d be.” stopping in front of you her face changes - an expression a mix of confusion and something else - something almost vulnerable.

"i don't know what i'm supposed to do with you," she admits, more to herself than to you. "keeping you here, isn’t working out the way I thought it would." she snaps, her hand coming up to grab a fist full of your hair and you flinch - anticipating another round of slaps to your cheek, or perhaps she’d strangle you like the news said she did to those other women.

instead, she does something completely unexpected.

sofia's lips crash against yours, the suddenness of the kiss catching you off guard. you sit frozen but then, instinctively, you find yourself responding to her kiss, your lips moving against hers. her grip on your hair tightens and she brings her free hand up to hold your chin.

when she pulls away, it leaves an unpredicted spark of emptiness in your stomach. you struggle to catch your breath, small gasps of air pushing past your now swollen lips.

“what was that about my plan not working out?" she coos with wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “think you'll find that i’ve got you right where i want you, princess."

not tryna make you jealous, but it looks so good on you | sofia gigante x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, dom sofia (obvi), hair pulling, degradation+praise, spanking, thigh riding, just absolute FILTH 18+

A/N: this took me too long smh but i think it was worth it

it can’t be easy, running an entire empire that is. you know sofia appreciates you being her doting and understanding girlfriend, always by her side, always good for her. but lately, it’s been too much. all the late nights and days spent without so much as a kiss from her leave you worried and ever so desperate. it’s not like you’re asking for much, just a little bit of attention.

when you first noticed the revealing dress sofia had gifted you at the back of your closet, you knew exactly what to do. the plan was simple — wear it around the falcone residence until she finally noticed her mistake. you were confident it would get the reaction you wanted. until she saw you, her face twisted into a furious scowl. before you could react, she grabbed your arm and marched you straight into the nearest bedroom, the tension in the air palpable.

sofia struts to where you stand in the room, the haunting click of her heals on the floor following her. she circles around you, her hands skimming over the silk dress. it's funny how such a garment can cause such a fuss. "now, let's get one thing straight" she stops, hands lingering at your hips "all this" she purrs as her eyes scan your figure "is mine. understood?"

you decide to push her further, "i don't follow. all i'm doing is showing off what you bought me, baby." you sway, drawing attention to the fabric - or lack there of - on your body.

sofia's eyes narrow, her grip tightening on your hips as she yanks you close. "you think you’re being clever, hmm?" she hisses, her breath hot against your neck “playing games in front of my men?"

with one hand on your hip she raises the other to your head, grabbing a fist full of hair.

she watches with satisfaction as your eyes well with tears from the shock. "this dress, this body, this pretty little mouth of yours... all mine to do with as i please.”

one hand slides up your side, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist before coming to rest just below your collarbone. "this dress... should be a reminder of who you belong to." her other hand tangles in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat.

her grip in your hair tightens, just shy of painful. "over my lap. now." sofia releases you abruptly, stepping back to sit at the edge of her bed. "don't keep me waiting, sweetheart. i'm not a patient woman.” she taps her fingers impatiently against her thigh, staring through you as she restlessly awaits your response.

your chest tightens with fear of what she'll do next, but you don't move. instead, you stay still, pushing her further.

“god, must i do everything myself?" she snaps, rising from the bed. in one swift motion, she grabs your arm, yanking you toward her. you gasp falling into her lap forcing air out of your lungs and causing your dress to ride up.

the cool air leaves goosebumps over your thighs and sofia leaves little time for you to collect yourself before binging her hand down against your rear.

"count them out." she demands coldly. her hand comes down again as you wrangle a muffled 'one' from the back of your throat.

sofia continues her assault, filling the room with the echoed sound of skin on skin. you stop fighting the tears several slaps ago, letting them flow freely down your face as your flesh becomes increasingly red.

satisfied with her work, sofia pauses, her hand resting on your lower back. "good girl," she murmurs, her tone almost affectionate. you allow yourself to bask in the praise before uttering a small "thank you."

sofia shuffles back towards the headboard of the bed, smirking as she signals you to move with her. she watches in satisfaction as you crawl towards her, tapping her thigh with her slender finger as if to say “take a seat”.

you can feel her taking in the sight of you - the heat of her gaze on your skin. moving to straddle her leg, you realise how embarrassingly wet you had become.

sofia's lips curl into a hungry grin as she watches you crawl toward her. eyes raking over your figure, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, damp from tears.

“you wanted my attention and now you have it, princess.” she growls, her voice low and dangerous.

you know what she wants you to do - make a mess, give her a show. but your mind was too fuzzy and you just couldn’t seem to make your hips move. instead, you lean in for a kiss.

sofia allows it, letting your lips clashing against each other as you whine into the kiss.

you a pitiful whine as she breaks the kiss, your breath coming in harsh pants. she bring her gaze down to where your heat meets her tight-clad thigh. “need a hand?” she teased, cocking her head.

she watches you eagerly nod and with that, she takes ahold of your hips, digging her nails into your flesh through the thin silk.

there’s something so jarring about being so bare before your fully clothed girlfriend but it’s all worth it for the friction that sends sparks of pleasure up your spine.

at a steady pace she guides your hips up and down her thigh. her feeling is torturous, delicious but leaving so much more to be desired.

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, your embarrassment palpable. she loves you like this - eager, desperate for more.

she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers “poor baby,” her voice laced with sarcasm “so desperate for my attention yet too shy to make all those pretty little noises.”

"sofia," you moan, arching further into her thigh.

"ah ah," sofia tuts, slowing her movement completely. "i didn't say you could move, did i?"

she hooks a finger under the strap of your dress, tugging it down to expose more of your skin. "i love seeing you like this," she breathes, her lips trailing down your neck. "squirming and whimpering, all for me."

“only you.” you breathe, maybe if you appease her she’ll give you what you so desperately need.

“please, baby” you beg, hips bucking up in the desperate search for more traction “i need it.”

"since you asked so nicely," she growls pulling her lips from your skin.

sofia returns her hands to your hips, grinding you against her thigh with expert precision. the friction is incredible, building the tension coiling in your core.

she grips your hips tighter, her nails digging into your flesh as she grinds you harder against her thigh. sofia relishes the debauched sight of you - chest heaving from sporadic breaths, shaking legs tensing around her thigh, hazy eyes brimmed with tears of pleasure.

she quickens her pace as she notices you coming further undone. you can feel it building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter “come on, baby,” sofia urges, her voice low and encouraging. “let go, princess. give me what i want.”

her words in your ear are enough to send you tumbling over the edge. a wave of pleasure crashes over you as sofia draws out every last shudder and gasp.

she pulls back, a satisfied smirk on her face. “what an awful girlfriend i am, hmm?” she tenderly brushes a stray her from your forehead “letting my girl get all needy.”

you pout and joking nod in agreement “the worst.” you chuckle. with the little strength you have left, you shift your weight from her thigh.

“i don’t remember saying i was done with you, sweetheart.” sofia threatens. rather than protest, you steadily lower yourself between her legs, looking up at her through eager eyes.

“who said i was going anywhere?”

I hope you write more sugar mommy sofia as well as dark sofia 🫣🫠

sugar mommy!sofia gigante | head cannons pt. 2

warnings: NSFW, fem reader, mentions of smoking, slight dubcon

A/N: ask and you shall receive!! this is kinda rushed but i’ll be posting something better soon :))

❤︎ imagine 2012 sofia meeting you at an event for the isabella falcone foundation and you make a throwaway comment regarding a charity you care about - her way of “flirting” is sending a receipt the next morning for a $10k donation to that charity in your name.

❤︎ sofia would definitely gift you some sort of diamond-encrusted luxury lighter with your initials on it so you can be mommy’s good girl and light her cigs for her.

❤︎ similarly, she would buy you some sort of jewellery with her initials on it so you’re reminded of who you belong to. she would never tell you but she gets a twinge of pain anytime you take it off even just to shower.

❤︎ gorgeous floral arrangements just materialise in your bedroom and are replaced every week before the old ones even start to wilt.

❤︎ she’ll manage to find a way to have meals from restaurants with michelin stars delivered to your apartment because eating there is too “stuffy”

❤︎ sofia making you ride her boot 🤭 telling you not to worry about ruining them because “they’re last seasons anyway.”

❤︎ pouring you glasses of expensive wine that might've been around before you were even born just so she can get your head all fuzzy and have her way with you.

❤︎ let’s not forget that private jet she almost got on in ep. 8. making her men/the pilots listen to loud music to drown out the sound of you joining the mile-high club.

sugarmommy!sofia | headcannons

warnings: ooc-ish sofia, suggestive-ish content (18+), dom/sub dynamics, fem!reader, use of 'mommy' and pet names, mentions of cigarettes + markings

A/N: just a little scrap for anyone desperate for sofia content (me)

❤︎ sugarmommy!sofia who’s busy running an empire so she just hands over her card and lets you go crazy

❤︎ when she's not busy she'll allocate an entire day dedicated to spoiling you

❤︎ before arkham she's tender and sweet gifting you a "just because" tennis bracelet and a soft kiss to start your day

❤︎ but AFTER arkham let's just say the gifts are of the adult variety and she makes you earn your reward

❤︎ "uh uh" she tuts, shaking her head "don't 'ya think you should show mommy you deserve it, baby?"

❤︎ she loves showing you off as her pretty little arm candy at galas or dinners

❤︎ you're hers and hers only, and she likes to remind people of this. trailing markings of all kinds across your skin - from the typical hickey on the collarbone to even burn marks from her cigarettes or red hand prints over your ass

❤︎ we know she has impeccable taste meaning she loves to sit outside of the changing room to give you her opinion on every piece

❤︎ oh i know she makes you put on a little show, getting a kick out of how you squirm at her demands like "spin for me darling" and fluster when she compliments you

❤︎ spontaneous "vacations" to italy, st barts, you name it, when both of you know she just needs to get out of town because she pissed someone off

❤︎ she makes one of her men follow close behind you in a car when you walk anywhere in the city - after all, you are precious to her and wearing $100k of designer goods around a city like gotham probably isn't the best idea

❤︎ sofia lost so many people she doesn't understand why you'd stay if not for the money

❤︎ you can see the cogs turning in her head when you tell her you want to be hers for good not just some sugar baby

mine | dark!sofia gigante x reader

sofia cant bear to live without you so when you threaten to leave her, she takes matters into her own hands

A/N: hi!! this is my first ever post eek - i got tired of refreshing the sofia x reader tag only to see like 4 posts 😔 if you have any requests or constructive criticism please lmk! (if you saw me post this days ago then delete it no you didn’t)

warnings: new writer, fem!reader, kidnapping, restraints, kissing, alcohol, pet names, suggestive material (17+)

the pulse of your own heart draws you from your sleep, your tired eyes met with the familiar sight of the dimly lit sitting room of the falcone mansion. you make a fruitless attempt to hoist yourself from whatever seat your on, only to be stopped by the restraints binding you hands at your back and ankles to the chair.

you can feel the warmth of the fire place just behind you, its flickering light casting shadows across the room, when a figure dressed entirely in black approached from your left. even in the darkest of rooms, you could recognise sofia.

she pulls up a chair in front of yours, elegantly crossing her legs as she sits.

tracing your jawline with her nail, "don't you remember?” she cocks her head “last night when you threatened to leave me... i couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

your mind can’t help but wander to the night in mention.

“sofia,” your lips tremble in the search for the right words “i can’t do this anymore. i can’t act like i don’t see the things you’re doing and i can’t act like they don’t bother me” with the little strength you have you turn in the direction of the door when sofia stops you, grabbing at your upper arm. you can feel her nails digging into your flesh as her gaze locks onto yours “y/n, you know i did this for us baby. i need you to understand that.”

the memories from that night seem hazy, slipping through your fingers.

she leans in close, her hot breath breaking you from your trance “so i decided we needed so alone time, just you and me.” you look up at her, tears welling in your eyes, the reality of your situation crashing down on you.

sofia straightens up, smoothing down her black silk nightgown. “oh don’t look at me like that, y/n. everything’s taken care of. now we can focus solely on us."

she smiles, but there's a coldness in her eyes "isn't that what you wanted, y/n? for me to show you how much you mean to me?”

“then why did you do those things sofia?” you practically spat.

“well we can’t have our perfect little life with monsters like my family in the way, can we?” she stands, sauntering to the fireplace and pouring herself a glass of wine from a bottle on the mantle.

“but they were your family-

“no. you are my family.” she turns to face you, eyes glinting dangerously in the firelight. "they were evil, just like my father. They deserved what they got." she takes a sip of her wine, tilting her head. "just like you deserve to be here with me, where you belong."

she sets her glass down, walking towards you with predatory grace and takes your jaw in her warm hand. it’s so strange how easily you can fall back into old habits, melting to putty in her palm.

“will you forgive me, princess?” before you can process a response you find yourself looking up at her through doe eyes, eagerly nodding.

she leans in, brushing her lips against yours in a tender kiss. suddenly, you’re overcome with need as the kiss becomes desperate. sofia’s lips move hungrily against yours. “please untie me sof, ‘wanna touch you” you plead.

she pulls away, seemingly satisfied with how easy you submit to her. she reaches behind you, unbinding you wrists before before working her way down the restraints at your ankles. as you wrap your arms around her neck, she guides you to your feet in a swift motion.

“i’m gonna take such good care of you, tesoro” she purrs, pulling you close against her “all you have to do is be mine.”