Hallelujah

LANDO -- SUNDAY, HUNGARIAN GP 2023

cutie

i bring u all.. a TREAT!

Captain Price who indulges his little darling too often that she has become a little spoiled, always expecting his attention instead of respecting that he is also a busy man who has a squad to lead, protect and fight alongside.

The last thing he needs is a bratty attitude from you because you're whining for his attention that has been off of you all of fifteen minutes, pawing at him and whining that you're bored and want his cock... "pretty please, Daddy?"

Cue to a moment later where his laptop is slammed shut, you on top of it atop his desk as he's slamming his hips into you, fat cock splitting apart your slick cunt as he glares down at you with a disdainful look...

"Couldn't wait until I was finished aye?" He sneered at the babbling response you'd give, eyes teary and glazed over.

"Just couldn't wait for yer' Daddy's cock that you had to be a brat huh?" He'd reach around and stuff your mouth with three thick, calloused fingers as his hips pumped against your ass, stretching you on his cock as you drooled around his fingers.

He fucked you like that for another ten minutes, edging you so you wouldn't find release but he did; his cock spurting rope after hot rope of sticky white load deep into your pussy... afterwards you were plopped onto the floor at his feet, sobbing and sniffling and made to wait until he finished his work quietly and maybe then he'd let you cum.

Marry You

Lorenzo Alleno x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: talks of marriage, bad driving 

Author’s Note: i just love this movie, it’s so freaking good. I wrote this as I rewatched and it’s just as good as I remember 

Summary: you hitch a ride on the bus 

Genre: fluff

Song: streets of the bronx by bells and string orchestra 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

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holy. shit.

The way your hair comes down and makes you look older

Fields of Gold.

pairing: Michael Corleone x Fem. Reader

word count: 1,290

warnings: implied nudity

summary: On a quiet morning during your holiday in Sicily, you wake to the ethereal beauty of the landscape before you and to your beloved Michael. 

notes: I don’t know why I wrote this other than I love the scenery of Michael’s trip to Sicily and wanted to capture it within writing as best as I could. I hope this is decent, as I’ve never written for Michael Corleone before and probably will never do so again. I’ve had this knocking around in my drafts since May and decided it was high time I finished it up and posted. Enjoy.

The expansive Sicilian countryside stretched far and wide across your field of vision no matter which direction you faced. During the late summer months, dawn came early and, as the first slivers of sunlight began to peek beyond the sprawling horizon and warmed the skin of your face, you awoke to the realization that it must already be morning. At the first light of daybreak, your day had begun to take shape and the fading darkness was replaced with the swirling wisps of sunrise; pinks, oranges and bright yellows that reflected off the clouds and cast their glow onto the landscape below, bathing the fields and rolling hills in gold.

As time passed, the sun continued to climb higher into the clear sky, dispelling the darkness from the land below as day blended into night before your eyes. You watched the day take shape before you though the open windows on the far side of the room. The view did nothing less than take your breath away, as it always did each morning you rose to find yourself still in the same place and with the same thought still in your head: this must be what it felt like to wake among the clouds of heaven, surrounded by light and a sense that everything was good.

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I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice

It'll roll right past me

Godddd I’m watching The Godfather Pt I and I’m always looking for Santino 😩

SANTINO MY BELOVED 😩😩😩