The Corleone Compound

james caan / corleone brothers and their musings

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hc - sonny's first time: being embarrassed by his size, shy but slowly gaining confidence about sex

Oh, dear god, yes

He would try to hide it when he’d get hard, cuddling with the girl on the bed. She’d eventually ask him why he’s so shy, why he’s hiding it, in some flirty kind of tone, and if at some point she slipped down his boxers he would get all red in the face and have to look away. It would hurt the first time (it always did), but gradually she (and he) would get used to it, and he wouldn’t always cover the bulge in his pants with his hand.

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summaries of each character from the godfather

vito: drunk grandpa, slow & boring all the time but somehow controls everything

michael: small precious bean who never smiles, help him he’s just a boy

kay: The Side Bitch™️

sonny: angry thicc boi who can’t keep it in his pants

connie: “they ask you how you are and you just have to say that you’re fine and yo—“

tom: adopted hypeman with secret crush on sonny

fredo: basically jerry/larry from parks & rec

mama corleone: italian clapbacks for days

apollonia: that bitchy vogue model, “i’m here for a good time not a long time”

clemenza: aka bowling ball man. “fuhgitaboutit!”

[clemsfilmdiary]

Chapter Two (1979, Robert Moore)

7/28/19

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🤘🏼

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if vito react that he become father to baby sonny?

-tired smiles after a night at the hospital

-the smell of formula on them as Vito helped Carmela settle into the bed

-holding baby Sonny for the first time, putting his finger in Sonny’s tiny hand and feeling Sonny grip it

-Most things couldn’t shake Vito, but having his first son, ohhh boy, merda santa, he loved that little boy

-Carmela softly cooing Sonny to sleep in her rocking chair, Vito watching from the sidelines with tears in his eyes. His little Santino

-as he grew, Vito admired the bright-eyed little boy more and more, little curly hairs and a cute laugh and eyes that looked like his

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hc - sonny and dancing: his favorite dance, dancing tarantella siciliana and which dance he prefers when he is dancing with sandra

https://itsajamescaanthing.tumblr.com/post/186596158525/hc-sonny-and-dancing-his-favorite-dance

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hc - sonny's death: his last thoughts on his parents, his siblings, tom hagen, sandra, the kids and lucy before he is gunned down in the causeway

https://itsajamescaanthing.tumblr.com/post/186595921620/hc-sonnys-last-thoughts-before-he-is-gunned

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hc - sonny and dancing: his favorite dance, dancing tarantella siciliana and which dance he prefers when he is dancing with sandra

-It’s easy to say that Sonny would be into wild, non-musical dancing, but anybody who said that about him didn’t truly know the guy. He didn’t show it often, but he was a gifted dancer, with good rhythm and gentle, fluid movements.

-Sandra pressing close to his chest while slow dancing, Sonny resting his chin on her head

-His favorite dances, though (much to Sandy’s delight), were slow Italian love songs, mandolin in the background, soft crooning, not quick, lively dance pieces

- After a long day at the compound, Sandra hugs him, “Sonny?” “Hm?” “Dance with me, huh?”

-Lucy standing from a distance in the crowd, half-captivated, half-jealous watching him dance with Sandra

-Sonny being shy and not wanting to dance in large crowds, it’s like the one thing he’s secretly insecure about, because it’s a macho man thing, men shouldn’t LIKE to be gentle, fluid dancers in that culture, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to be seen like a fascina

-lacing his fingers with Sandy’s

- Vito going “Santino? C’mere, dance with your sister” when Connie’s had a bad day, and Sonny being able to cheer her up not with his usual humor, but with soft, slow dancing, his warmth pressed against her, calming her with that Sonny-calm only he can show

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hc - sonny's last thoughts before he is gunned down in the causeway, about sandra, lucy, his children, the don, mama, brothers and sister

i’m not crying, you’re crying

-Oh, the kids, the poor kids were the worst; he tried to think what he’d tell them, what anyone would tell them--what if this was it, really, it?

-But there was also Sandra, fuck, he could just imagine what she’d think when she saw him, all beaten and shot to shit, the poor thing

-Lucy was almost worse, she was so young and innocent, practically a kid; he couldn’t let her see a thing like this, no way in hell

-In his head he was praying now, actually praying, when the bullets hit him, heat and pain searing through his veins, his lungs, praying for the family, and for Sandy and Lucy and the kids, sure, but most of all praying for Connie, Jesus fuck, his only sister. And that piece of shit husband. But by the time his thoughts would drift to Carlo and the anger would start to bubble up out of him in a scream he couldn’t hear, it would be over, sarebbe finita, goodnight, Santino Corleone.

Disclaimer: I’d like to think this is how it played out, but I’m not sure there’d actually be room for this kind of life-flashing-before-his-eyes type moment. The scene is very raw and instinctive (much like how Sonny is as a character), and leaves little room for Sonny to have time to reflect on the important people in his life. Even as he’s frantically looking around in the tollbooth and slowly realizing what’s going on (while the tollbooth guy’s dropping the quarters, etc.), those kinds of thoughts aren’t racing through his head. It’s not that kind of death scene; it’s a different kind of death scene. He’s on alert. In crisis, the brain goes into animal mode. If anything, shortly before death, his thoughts would be dominated, for a fleeting moment, by Connie and Carlo, because that was the last thing he was going to do. Maybe after the first couple shots hit him, he was hoping to God he would stay alive/intact long enough just to make it to Connie & Carlo’s house and beat the shit out of or whack Carlo, but after that, fuhgetaboutit, rational thought has left the chat.

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

I love this!

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

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

-the smell of mud & fall grass

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

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

-football camp sunburns

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

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

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

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

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

-helping another teammate up with calloused hands

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

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

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

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

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hc - sonny's favorite meal, dessert etc

sPagHetTi aNd gRavY!

-Most of the family likes any kind of classic red sauce “gravy” dish, but Sonny actually takes more of a liking to a nice green pesto. It’s fresh and new, not more of the same.

-(from across the house) “Hey, Sandy, how ‘bout pesto tonight, eh?”

-first one to clean his plate 100% of the time

-Mama Corleone used to make pesto for him when he was upset as a little kid

-sometimes when Sandy’s too tired, Sonny cooks (!) and the kitchen fills with that pine nut/olive oil scent, and he loves it. It’s a way of calming his mind, cooking for hours like that

-constant snacking, grabbing bread from the kitchen, getting swatted away by Mama Corleone pretty much all the time

-for dessert Sandy offers up her custards and Italian pastries, but usually Sonny’s so full from dinner that he passes and instead ravages her in bed that night as dessert

-hiding out with the family, he gets pissed off and starts to make a scene when Clemenza starts chopping up tomatoes for gravy. “Hey, c’mon, that shit again? Marron, don’t you fuckin cook anything ELSE?” Clemenza’s laughing but he knows what Sonny likes, so he obeys

[gu3ntzel]

honestly im tired of The Godfather characters all being forced to have this “macho man” persona. like everyone I’ve talked to has said sonny would be really selfish in bed and im like you’re telling me sonny ain’t a pussy eater? you’re going to try to tell me womanizer sonny corleone don’t eat pussy? he eats that shit for breakfast lunch AND dinner get out of here with ur weak shit

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u right tho

[the-oddfather]

2 am

Sonny: Sandra?

Sandra: Yeah?

Sonny: Do you love me?

Sandra:

Sandra: I married you

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Young Sonny Corleone headcanons?

-beating up Michael

-Tom helping with his homework and totally having a crush on him

-White tank tops and blue jeans all day

-accompanying Vito on short business runs and being super quiet and well behaved, trying to get in on the family business

-“School my ass, I’m a Corleone.”

-his first girlfriend being intimidated by the size of his 🍆: “Sonny, baby, it’s too big.”

-Fooling around in his bed late at night

-Putting pomade in his curls in the morning, but throughout the day it gets more and more curly and out of place, and he’s constantly running his fingers through it

-Comforting Tom when he gets a bad grade

-always getting seconds at dinner (yet staying thin), then Mama yelling at him to leave some for others

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lets go over what we’ve learned

michael is a bottom/power bottom

sonny is a MAJOR pussy eater

vito is a pillow princess

carmella probably dominates vito in bed

fredo’s a switch

connie is a dom in her later relationships

tom likes to be dominated and is probably into bdsm

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Whoa hey😏😏❤️

[old-congratzams]

You could tell many of the guys you were working with were suspicious of your gender. Your physique were small compared to all the round and strong men you were surrounded by in this type of job. However, fooling the big boss Vito Corleone was the worst thing you could ever imagine doing — and he was not one to fall for it either. When you came and explained to him your wish of becoming part of the mafia, Don Vito would reasonably tell you the risks of it, specially due to your gender.

Not convinced enough to let go of your objectives, you persuaded Don Vito to let you join the crew. At the beginning, all your duties were the safest ones for a woman and you were assigned under the command of Alberto. Don Vito’s trust in you rapidly increased after saving a last-minute operation with your quick thoughts and since then you got to spend more time with the Corleone family and ascended in the hierarchy.

Don Vito’s oldest son, Sonny, was always making fun of your low stature and small body, calling you young boy instead of your last name and you began to appreciate his smile whenever you had a comeback for his teasing. When you less expected it, you noticed everytime Sonny and you crossed paths your heartbeat would increase its pace and it would skip a heartbeat whenever Sonny’s eyes landed at you, making your face get red. Luckily, no one in the room would notice since most of the time you two spent together was drinking.

One night, after everyone left, Sonny and you would stay in the room alone. He had trouble with his feelings just as you had. He couldn’t explain why he would feel so protective towards you, even though he dealt with those feelings very well to the point you wouldn’t notice a thing. You moved closer to him on the sofa, landing the glass on top of the table, and gathered all your courage to speak up.

“Sonny, I have to say something.”

His eyes stared into yours and in the next second they were closed as you approached him and pressed your lips together. His hand went to your short and messy hair, letting you both dive into a firm and harsh kiss after all the time you spent hiding your feelings. It only confirmed his suspicions as he never dared to share them with anyone else, just like he doesn’t want to share you.

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❤️

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hc with sonny admiring his uncle paolo andolini who was just as hot-tempered as he is

(((If Paolo was still alive when Sonny was, and canonically much older)))

-Paolo being affectionate toward Vito, and Sonny wishing it was him getting the attention

-“Hey, kid.”

-rubbing his knuckles through little Sonny’s hair and Sonny trying to escape but secretly liking it

-“Hey, lemme teach you somethin.”

-Sonny as a kid just watching him at family gatherings (because he rarely visited), his big hulking frame, filling up a doorway, slapping other family members on the back

-Every now and then when Paolo would visit there would be a clatter of shit in the kitchen and yelling, then laughter as he cleaned whatever it was up and calmed down

-Paolo lighting a cigarette for him, the smell of tomato and pomade on his coat while he leans over to hand Sonny the lighter

-When young Sonny had a girlfriend: “So tell me about this girl, Santino.”

-Yelling in Italian when somebody fucks up, Sonny secretly smiling

-“Your father used to...”