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baby just say yes - PG10
pairing: Pierre Gasly x female!reader
word count: ~ 4,1k
warnings: fluff, light angst, insecurity, French GP 2022
summary: 4 times Pierre jokes about marrying you + 1 time he’s serious about it
a/n: heavily inspired by Pierre’s late wedding fever, i couldn’t just sit and stare i mean- you know pierre if you wanna get married i happily volunteer. title of course from ‘love story’ by the queen taylor
2006, age 10
You and Pierre were at your house, sat on your bed, spending your time between watching old races on old CDs and eating the cookies your mum had made that morning. You didn’t love F1 as much as your best friend did but you knew that watching that made him happy, so you were willing to sacrifice your freetime if that meant seeing Pierre’s joyful face.
“Are you coming to my race next sunday?” he asked shyly suddenly while you were watching Michael Schumacher clenching his first WDC. You looked at him dismayed and his face darkened when he realised what it meant.
“Pierre-” you tried to ponder your words because you didn’t want him to feel bad, “I’d like to but my parents want me to eat with them for their wedding anniversary,” you pouted, “but I swear I don’t want to go with them.”
“Then why do you go?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Because it’s like- a special one? I don’t know why. I know it’s 25 years and it is something silver and then they want a big celebration.” you replied.
“Silver?” his face was even more confused than before.
“Yeah, and it’s a big one. There’ll be many people from my family there, even that grumpy, old aunt Albertine,” you snorted, “the one who wants me to become a ballerina.”
Pierre’s eyes widened, “The one whose shoes we filled with your dad’s shaving cream at your mum’s party?”
You started laughing so loud that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the sound, “Yeah! That one! I really can’t stand her!”
Pierre hummed as he tapped his knee with his finger, he was clearly thinking. “Do you think you’ll get married one day?” You stared at him wild-eyed and he blushed, the question was clearly something big. The boy just hoped his crush for you hadn’t filtered through his words and face.
“I don’t know,” you answered sheepishly, “I want to wear the white dress one day like my mom’s, but I don’t know if I will meet a boy that I like so much. Maybe I will be alone forever like my aunt Albertine.” You shrugged; in the end you were a kid and maybe that question was too huge for a 10-year-old
“Oh god, don’t say that cœur! You’re much better than your aunt! And if you won’t find anyone then I’ll marry you.” he stated and his face was painted with self-confidence.
You laughed at his sentence and the boy looked at you half-offended. “Are you laughing at me?” he said in disbelief.
You put your hand in front of your mouth, “Non Pierre, but- we’re best friends! It’s weird! You shouldn’t marry your best friend!”
He crossed his arms at his chest, “Ok then, Charles is my new best friend if you think this about me.” He was holding a grudge, but you could see that he was actually holding his laugh.
“We’ll talk about this when you’ll be back to me asking again to be my best friend after Charles will annoy you with all his talking.” you answered back sticking out your tongue. Pierre started laughing and you threw yourself at his chest to hug him.
2012, age 16
“My sister is getting married.” You snorted as you entered Pierre’s bedroom, sitting not-so-graciously on his rolling chair; it started spinning as soon as you did that, and your snorts only grew louder.
“Well hello to you too cœur, it’s nice to see you so happy.” Pierre was holding his laugh at seeing you so upset.
“I’m not in the mood today Pear, drop it.” you muttered rubbing your hands against your face. You couldn’t believe it was really happening. You believed your sister, out of all the people out there, would be the last one to decide to spend her life with just one person.
“It’s so frustrating, like- Eloise will be divorced in six months at most, it’s crystal clear she doesn’t love Bernard, even maman says that! Almost no one likes him in our family.” You crossed your arms angrily, the lump in your throat was growing bigger and bigger.
“But why does everyone hate him so much? He seems like a nice guy after all and-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before you interrupted him.
“NICE? PIERRE HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!” you shouted, “Like- have you seen him? Have you ever been with him for a couple of hours? He’s so full of himself, he always talks about that stupid job he does, his studies and other bullshit he does. And he is extremely sexist. Did you know he said that once my sister marries him she’ll be like his personal maid, because she’s younger than him and her degree is inferior?” As you were talking, Pierre’s eyes grew wider and wider.
“Well maybe you’re right.” he scratched the back of his head, “He’s kind of a dickhead” he paused for a while, “but then why’s your sister marrying him?” he questioned.
“Who knows what’s going on inside her head” you grumbled.
“Well,” he cleared his throat, “you’ll have to go to this wedding anyway, she’s your sister and you can’t miss it.”
“Ok mister, then tell me what should I do because Eloise even asked me to be one of her bridesmaids! And I have to bring someone with me as well! Could it be any worse?” You grunted, that was really a shitty situation.
“Well, bring me then.” He said nonchalantly, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
“You? Why should I choose you?” You asked mockingly, he had that usual grin printed on his face, a blend of cockiness and joke.
“Alright then, first I am incredibly charming - don’t interrupt me Y/N, it’s true -, second your mum loves me as a son and last but not least I am your best friend, so you won’t get annoyed listening to that dickhead’s rambling.” As he finished his speech he looked quite proud of himself, like he had just found the solution to all the problems in the world.
“Maybe I could consider it,” you hummed, “but if you’re so charming as you say you’ll be stealing all the attention of the guests, won’t you?” you teased him.
“I won’t be the only one, that’s for sure cœur.” He smiled warmly at you, “you’ll be there with me and we will be stealing all attention. We’ll be envied even by the newlyweds, we’ll be the star of the event.”
You noticeably blushed at his words, this kind of attention was weird for you to receive even after all those years of being friends with Pierre, who was a natural casanova.
“Then ok I guess,” you spoke sheepishly, “we’ll go together but one condition first: you’ll be obliged to get me out of the embarrassing conversation with my relatives, because I don’t want to put up with another interrogation from uncle Patrick and his wife.”
Pierre replied in the same ‘I-don’t-accept-a-no’ tone, “Deal, but you’ll have to go in the girls crowd when your sister will throw the bouquet.” The devilish grin on his face didn’t bode well, at all.
“Why? I mean- it’s senseless.” You hid your face in your hands, that was becoming awkward.
“I don’t know, it’s funny and you’ll be blushing the whole time.” God he was such a brat sometimes.
“I wonder why I’m still friends with you,” you murmured, “And then who will I marry if I catch it?” You teased him.
“Me, what a question cœur, I’m the perfect man, everyone would want me.” He said defiantly while he smiled.
When you started laughing he couldn’t help but do the same. Even if he was a little dumb sometimes he was still your best friend, the person you trusted the most in the whole world, and you knew he would never let you down.
2015, age 19
It was another night you spent at Pierre’s place, a normal night just hanging out with your best friend. You had just finished watching Beauty and the Beast, your favourite film, and Pierre was teasing you, as usual.
“I just can’t understand why, cœur. I mean- you’re 19! You’re almost an adult and a cartoon is your favourite film? That’s weird as hell.” He complained.
“Ok Pierre, now listen to me: it’s not a normal cartoon, it’s the cartoon. And besides there’s no way you can dislike it, it’s pure perfection. And I’m not a kid,” you sticked your tongue out, “I can be a grown-up and still like cartoons, there’s no rule that prohibits it.” You crossed your arms with a pout on your face.
“Ok cœur, but don’t be offended!” He laughed, that brat! He loved mocking you.
“Sometimes I wonder why you’re my best friend” you muttered, but he had heard you and a smirk appeared on his mouth. He looked straight into your eyes before answering.
“Do I really have to answer? Ok then, I’m beautiful, talented, funny, unique, charming, should I keep going on?” He smiled amused.
“God, you’re such a kid sometimes Pierre.” You shook your head, he was a gone case.
“Yeah, but you love me anyway and I’m your bestest of friends.” He got closer to hug you and you hid your head in the crook of his neck.
Suddenly you heard the timer ringing, “Muffins are ready Pear!” you untangled from his arms to go to the oven. You wore the kitchen gloves before opening it, then you pulled off the moulds with your creations.
“Tadaa!” You placed it on the kitchen table and slowly started positioning the pastries on the dish you had left on it. Your idea was to form a flower with the muffins, but before you could finish Pierre quickly stole one and took a bite of it. He sat on a chair and started unwrapping the muffin from his case.
“Pierre!” you shouted, “I haven't finished yet! C’mon, you always have to ruin it!” you whined, but he was half-moaning while chewing the pastry.
“Jeez Y/N, these are for real the best muffins you have ever baked!” He patted his tummy, “You truly are a woman to marry!” He leant back, relaxing on the backrest with his hands intertwined behind his head.
“Seriously Pierre? Again?” You put your hands on your waist, leaning in to be closer to him. “I thought you had learnt the lesson”
“Oh Y/N stop, it’s not time for your feminist sermon, I know that: women don’t necessarily have to get married, they can be single and happy and they don’t have to stay in the kitchen because they can do much more, I know it.” He looked at you, falsely-annoyed, but deep down he was glady you were as you were, so strong in your beliefs and not afraid of saying things out loud.
He leant towards you to place a kiss on your cheek, before coming back to sit on the chair, “Anyway I’m not joking Y/N, whoever is going to marry you is going to be very lucky, you aren’t just a fantastic chef, but you truly are a beautiful person both inside and outside as well.” He smiled sheepishly.
I wish I was that person, so much he thought, I want to be that lucky to wait for you at the end of the aisle, to see you in a white dress and to make you the love of my life.
But those thoughts were secrets, something the boy kept in the deepest corner of his heart, something he wasn’t ready to say out loud, yet. Deep inside he hoped the day would come sometime, the flame in his soul was still burning, for you and you only ever since the first day the two of you met.
2018, age 22
Half-asleep, you whined when you felt your boyfriend shifting from under you. You tried to stop him but you were still too numb to put enough strength.
“Pear” you whimpered, “come back here” you stretched out your arm to call him.
“Sorry cœur, someone’s at the door” from his voice you could sense he was still sleepy. You then heard him thank the delivery guy before shutting the door loudly.
“Mhh Pierre no, silence” you threw over your head one of the cushions but he was quick to take it off.
“Non cœur, now you have to see this” he grabbed your arm to lift you up until you were then sitting straight. You rubbed your eyes to focus on your boyfriend, who was now very awake, smiley and holding in his arms a big, large bouquet of red roses. You widened your pupils, now completely, shockingly conscious.
“What’s that Pear?” You asked, tears building up, and then realisation hit you. “OH NO I- I’m sorry P, I forgot it was today and I didn't buy you anything but I was so busy with university and then my sister-” you were rambling and Pierre suddenly started laughing. A pout showed on your face, “PIERRE DON’T LAUGH” you half-shouted.
“It’s fine cœur, no worries, and also-” a devilish grin adorned his lips, “I think what we did before was quite a gift” he pointed at his bare chest and at you only wearing panties and his oversized hoodie.You blushed, but he kept going on, “But anyway, happy second anniversary baby. 24 roses for 24 months together.” He leant in to place a kiss on your lips.
A couple of tears escaped your control and before you knew you were openly crying, whilst Pierre still had that smug smile on his face. He placed the bouquet on the table before cuddling against you, leaving a trail of kisses on your cheeks and then moving onto your neck. “Happy anniversary Pear, I am so lucky to have you with me” you murmured to him, squeezing him closer to you and hiding your head in the crook of his neck.
“Cœur really don’t worry about your present, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re still here with me” he stated, looking straight into your eyes.
You cracked a smile and you took his hands in yours, “Were you afraid I would escape?” you cupped his face, “You know that - even if I wanted - I wouldn’t be able to leave you?”
“Well you don’t know that,” he lowered his head, “what if one day you get tired of me?” You couldn’t believe what he was saying, was he really so filled with doubts? What had you done to cause him such worries?
“Pear, have I done something wrong by accident? Is there something you’re hiding from me?” You were craving for an answer but at the same time you were afraid of it. You didn’t want your anniversary day to be also your break-up day, moreover with the love of your life, the boy you had had a crush on ever since childhood - as much as you were trying to deny it at that time.
“It’s nothing cœur, but-” he mused, “sometimes I see other drivers break up with their girlfriends because they’re away for so long and something inevitably happens and-” he paused to swallow the lump in his throat, “I wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t bear my routine anymore.” He lowered his head, as if he felt guilty.
“No baby, nonono, don’t ever think this again please,” you lifted his head delicately, “I would never do it Pierre, I swear, I- it was me who chose to be by your side, I knew what I was putting myself into two years ago,” some tears spilled from his eyes whilst you were trying your best to hold yours back, “I love you so much Pear, I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”
You lifted yourself a bit and placed a long kiss on his forehead, “This whole distance thing is part of the package, I bought the whole ‘Pierre package’ two years ago and I don’t actually mean to bring it back.” You chuckled lightly, trying to raise the mood of the moment; that really wasn’t how you wanted to spend your anniversary, seeing Pierre that upset and demoralised.
“You’re not calling customer support then?” A little smile, good, his humour was slowly coming back.
“Nope,” you lingered on the P, “and I’m not escaping now, I’m staying here with you.” You kissed him deeply, wanting to convey to him all the affection you felt for him.
“You will escape one day though,” he stated again; you were ready to answer but he was quicker, “The day I’ll propose you’ll run for the hills.” he said like it was nothing. God, the way that boy always talked about marriage without any problem, he was going to be the death of you.
“Pear!” you flushed, hiding your face in your hands, “stop it, stop, it’s not the day.” You stuttered and he was just laughing at your face.
“Not the day? Cœur, it’s inevitable that one day it’ll happen, we’re meant to be.” The more he spoke the more embarrassed you were, trying to escape his arms that, in the meantime, were hugging you super tightly.
An idea popped out in your head; mischievously, you bit his nose and he immediately brought his hands to protect his face from you. “Y/N! What are you doing?” He shouted. You giggled and started running towards the bedroom.
“Catch me if you can, Pear!” you squealed, acting like a baby but, deep down, it was another attempt to cheer him up. Apparently it was working, because he shook his head before talking back, “Oh cœur, you don’t know what I’ll do to you when I’ll catch you.” He smiled devilishly before starting to chase you, a little smirk plastered on his lips. It was going to be an eventful afternoon.
2022, age 26
The French GP hadn’t exactly gone as planned and Pierre was quite frustrated about it. During the race you were staying with his parents in the AlphaTauri garage and you were fervently hoping for him to get at least some points in his home GP, though you knew the car wasn’t performing that well.
This was why you were slightly worried about his state of mind when you came back to the hotel later that night. To leave him some space to take it out, you had stayed a little bit with his parents before they left for their hotel. You had a chat with his mom while his dad was on the phone with him and you could say they were having an important, almost heated discussion.
It was then time to head back to your hotel, where you knew Pierre was waiting for you. Once in the room you heard the shower water was running, Pierre must have been having one. The room was a mess so you decided to clean up a little bit.
Clothes and shoes, mostly Pierre’s, were scattered everywhere, the bags were opened and the vanity case was abandoned on the bed. It was clear that when he had come back he was upset, probably angry and he had just quickly grabbed the stuff he needed for his shower before heading to the bathroom.
Who knew how long he had been in there! The thought of him in those conditions haunted you and didn't want to leave him alone, but on the other hand you knew from experience that he didn’t want to be disturbed; then you kept tidying up, hoping that he would finish soon.
You picked up a pair of clean boxers that were lying on the desk and when you placed them in his suitcase your hand came into contact with something small and hard. You frowned before sticking your hand inside to reach for the mysterious object. Your jaw dropped when you realised it was a little box from Tiffany’s.
Your heart started pounding and a million thoughts were running in your head. The rational part of your brain was struggling to accept the reality of facts, that Pierre was going to propose to you, you were the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. On the other hand the most dreamy and emotional part of you was already planning everything. You could already picture him waiting for you at the end of the aisle, your white dress, the reception in a beautiful garden…
Your train of fantasies was stopped by Pierre walking out the bathroom, wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. When he saw you holding the tiny box his facial expression changed. He rubbed one hand over his face and a disconsolate sigh left his mouth.
“Y/N I can explain,” murmured Pierre but you interrupted him.
“I think it’s quite clear Pear” you lowered your head fidgeting with the tiny object in your hands.
“But I do want to explain cœur, I think you deserve it” he said, his tone convinced and determined. He reached out for you and you gave him your hand, which you accepted and he guided you towards the bed. You sat one next to another and he slowly began to speak.
“I wanted to do it.” he started, turning around to face you; his eyes were shining, but you couldn’t say whether it was sadness or something else. “I had planned everything with my dad’s help. After the race we would go to have dinner at the seaside and then I wanted to propose on the beach. But I was so sad after the race; I really hoped to score a point at least because Yuki had made it into Q3 in quali and the car seemed less shitty than usual. At the end I was so angry and I didn’t want to ruin the moment with my bad mood, so I didn’t do it.”
He sounded broken, probably both from the GP result and the fact he hadn’t dropped the question. He went on, whilst you were hanging on every word he was saying. “I even argued with my dad, because he thought that I had to do it anyway, I just had to put aside my irritation and ask you because this is more important than a race and-”
“Then ask me.” You interrupted him and his eyes widened.
“What?” He startled, and you realised you had actually said that out loud. Oh shit.
“No Pear, I mean- If you don’t want-” You rambled incoherently.
“You want me to ask you, cœur?” He asked with both surprise and hope in his voice.
Unable to trust your shaky voice, you nodded. His face lightened up and his smile grew bigger and bigger. He took the little box, which had stayed all the time in your hand, and he opened it while kneeling in front of you.
He looked up at you and you saw a single tear escaping his eyes. He breathed deeply before saying the infamous words, “Y/N, mon cœur, will you marry me?”.
The words were your breaking point: you started crying and hid your face in your hands. Your first thought was that Pierre could misunderstand your tears but that fear disappeared when you saw the soft smile on his face. He took one of your hands in his and gently started rubbing little circles on the back of it. He knew the crying wasn’t because of the question, but because of all the stress you had accumulated throughout the day.
After a couple of minutes you composed yourself and you came back staring Pierre in his eyes. Shortly after he removed the ring from the box and he got it closer to your hand.
“Just say yes cœur” he smiled shyly and you finally took courage to answer.
“Yes Pear, forever yes.” You said and let out a watery chuckle. His smile widened again, so much you thought he could burst from happiness. He lifted your hand to slip the ring on your finger, that was when you took some seconds to look at it: it was a thin silver band, with a small, delicate diamond on the top of it. Perfect in its simplicity.
Pierre lifted up bringing you with him and - once you were both standing - he hugged you tightly, rubbing gentle circles on your back. “Thank you cœur, I love you forever and always.” he whispered in your ear.
You slightly untangled you from his tight grip to look at him, you placed a soft kiss on his lips and nuzzled your noses together. “I love you too Pear, forever and always.”
#beh writes#pierre gasly#pierre gasly imagine#pierre gasly one shot#pierre gasly fanfic#pierre gasly x reader#pierre gasly x you#f1#f1 imagine#f1 one shot#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 fandom#formula 1#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 one shot#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 fandom
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💆 and 🏘 for yuu if thats alright?
OK- so a lot of yall asked for the same emojis SO i'm gonna format Yuu's all in one post then do another for Jocia+Ezra-
UHHH DJJDJD THIS IS MY FIRST TIME ANSWERING QUESTIONS IN CHARACTER so lets say the default text is me/narrator then orange is Yuu
@ceruleancattail @the-trinket-witch @rabioa @scint1llat3
💆how do you relax?
"Well, let's get right into it then, shall we?" Yuu clasped her hands together, a sly smile spreading onto her lips, "Relaxation... well I guess listening to music would be my go to. Genre doesn't matter to me mostly," The woman tapped her chin, lightly humming as she thought, "Though I suppose my definition of 'relaxing' isn't exactly universal... I often enjoy getting up and around and even dancing a bit, maybe having a quick chat as well... it helps me center myself. Too many thoughts in this big brain of mine sometimes!~ A way to focus is most definitely what relaxation is to me. Some people find it chaotic, but I don't care about some people. It's fun to me. Besides, it's not like I never sit down and rest."
🏘️where's your happy place?
"Huh... some of these questions are rather deep, aren't they?" Yuu cleared her throat, doing her best to keep a neutral expression, "Much like a lot of people, my happy place isn't an actual PLACE. It is more like a state. All that being said, I'm... not quite sure. Not to say that I'm not happy, of course! There are hard times and good times, but I suppose I'm still trying my best to find such a 'place' for me in this new world. Let's call this one a work in progress, yes? I'll get there eventually, not to worry. I have my plans, of course~"
✏️What are your hobbies?
"Oh! This is a fun one. I'm a musician. I have been taking band and theater courses my whole life," Yuu lifted her head triumphantly, gladly taking the opportunity to brag, "Singing, acting, playing instruments... I managed to get into a pretty prestigious performing arts school back home, and what more could one ask for than to spend their life doing what they love?" Her peppiness suddenly dropped, resulting in a roll of her eyes, "Not that it's useful now that I'm stuck here though. Damn Crowley."
🥣what's your favorite food?
"Bungeoppang!" The prefect chirped, leaning forward in her (imaginary) seat for this (imaginary) interview, "Or, ah- taiyaki, or bread with a sweet red bean filling. I was trying to learn more about my ancestry, and came across this pastry thanks to my father. Originally I didn't think I was the biggest fan of sweets, but, wow~ Only then, after I fell in love with it, did I learn it wasn't even a traditional dish from my father's home... figures. Nonetheless! You'll have to try some!"
"Ah, Here's a fun fact for you, I learned the language a long time ago along with trying to learn more about my family's history, but no one here seems to recognize it, which... makes sense, I guess. It was a bummer at first, but then I learned I can simply say whatever I want without them understanding me. What a breath of fresh air~"
The woman momentarily giggled, "...배고파요"
🙂where do your morals lie?
"Hmph. What a complete 180 of a question..." Her lips pursed into a pout. She offered up a quick glare, but it didn't last very long at all, "I'm just trying my best to exist and let others exist at the moment!" She beamed with the flip of a switch, her suspiciously innocent smile nearly blinding. She kept this one brief. Barely an answer.
🥰do you think you're attractive?
"Yes," The woman answered... almost too quickly, "I like how I look. I spend a lot of time on myself, so it's only natural to get a bit of an ego boost from that, yes? Confidence is a healthy thing! I spent a lot of time carefully crafting my sense of style, it makes me feel... like me." Yuu momentarily fluttered her lashes, accompanied by laughter through a rhythmic tease, "Come onnnn~ you get it, right? You know I'm just a sweetheart? Completely innocent and well-meaning? Aren't I just like a princess? Of COURSE I'm attractive."
😍are you a romantic?
"....Hm," The woman paused, thinking deeply about the question in a moment of silence, "It depends on what your definition of 'romantic' is in this case, but I'd say I'm rather neutral. It's been awhile since I've been in a relationship myself, so I can't really say for sure..." Yuu tilted her head, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned back in her seat. Striking a pose to simply ponder.
"I'm not a hopeless romantic, but I highly value romantic gestures. Does that make sense? I particularly value physical touch along with gift receiving as far as love language goes. At least, that's how it used to be with my ex-girlfriend. I don't think that has changed too much. So, hey! If you're interested, feel free to just hand over your credit card as a gift, I'll get back to you," The woman finished with a joke, attempting to turn the mood away from being sour.
"ALSO HELLO YUU SHI YOU ARE GORGEOUS HELLO LIKE ARE YOU AN ANGLE FROM HEAVEN??? CAUSE YOU'RE A-CUTE"
The prefect blinked, leaving an uncomfortable amount of awkward silence as she read the words on the page of (imaginary) interview questions.
She held back a snort, doing her best to hide a guilty grin along with her horrible sense of humor, "Wh-Who wrote this? Who wrote these questions?" She giggled to herself, setting down the page in finality, "Sevens, that's awful... I love it. I'm well aware, but thank you. I needed the laugh today."
"Will that be all?"
Ask game!
#boopshoopsramblings#boopshoopsoc#twst oc#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#oc#twst wonderland#original character#oc art#yuu shi#tcoav#ask game#does this count as a writing post#i donT KNOWWwww#i thINK SO But#beh i never know when to use my tag list#definitely not my usual writing style either way given the lack of internal monologue#boopshoopswriting
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Me thinking I would be done with the dazai chapter in 500 words...but 1,000 words later and I think I'll be done in another 800...welp
#writing is a never ending cycle of underestimating your wordcount#I just want it to be done but there's so much that needs to happen before the end of the scene ughhhhhhhhhh#had my S/O read what I had so far he said “aw babe-beh” 3 times & then said “wait it's not done fuck-nooooooooo why would you do this to me#just writer things#my bsd brainrot is showing
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I think what I like the most about writing horrorout is that i constantly have that piece of writing advice in my mind that’s like “instead of thinking of reason why a character does something, think about the reasons why they don’t.” Like “why can’t X be done now” “Why can’t character talk about Z now.” Because as someone that also watches a lot of horror movies, you tend to ask these questions yourself and think why are these characters so stupid/why are they letting the situation get this bad? Basic human imperfection aside, I tend to use Shaun as a semi-insert to think of why things can’t just progress to the end all at once, and I like thinking of the logic behind certain character actions and why it would make sense to them.
#I have so much to talk about in term of my writing method but eh#I like to think I have pretty much all angles covered so I could theoretically answer any question related to character decisions or beh#behavior#shut up shitty#idk I just like the writing process
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:))))))))))) I'm so happy. I'm so in love. I feel so safe, motivated and enthusiastic for the future. I am so thankful.
#writing my bachelor's thesis with joy and excitement#just bought a lot of beautiful plants and a terrarium to create my little indoor garden#i mean i already made my room be an indoor garden but there will be another smaller more concentrated garden in it soon!#i love beh so much and every single day i fall in love with him more :))))#i have the best sex every day#I'm learning new things every day#in this moment i am free of the world's ills#i am living the best life i have ever had#beh#my life
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You may see a repost from me tomorrow. It appears Tumblr said no to my interest check showing up in search results.
#out of flowers#beh#also now that it's no longer 32C I might do a little more writing#been cooked today
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felt like sending this in an ask but i had this one dream where i was in a qpr w/ akaashi and it was so great. also iwaoi was there for some reason
i- the furthest blorbo dream i've had is when I had a really high fever and dreamt that hirugami's dog was MY dog (as in, my dog belonged to HIM) and then hirugami became so fond of my dog because he reminds him of korai
#i've been meaning to write a fic abt it ngl#like hirugami volunteers at the dog pound and he sees this dog and offers to foster it (middle school sachirou) and becomes fond of him#but then the dog finds a permanent home and sachirou is sad#and then he meets korai#OH BTW MY DOG HAS LIKE WHITE CURLY HAIR WHICH IS WHY#shoulda said that at the beggining beh#ALSO I DIDNT KNOW WHAT A FUCKING QPR WAS SO I LOOKED IT UP#and it is: somehting about football. something about suicide. something about business.#and then queerplatonic#which i ASSUME is what you meant#DEYJAH!#(your new tag)
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i hope you guys didn't forget i had ITALIAN CLASS today
#LEARNED HOW TO USE BEH AND BOH....I LOVE THIS LANGUAGE#today was basically grammatical rules#and my teacher was mesmerized by the fact that i write everything she says. everything.#italian class
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this is a theo blog now /j
#OOC;;#{ why is he so popular what the heckie }#{ at times i consider whether or not i should just make a separate blog just for him }#{ but im committing to keeping all these guys with the same story here }#{ bc that's their whole thing }#{ EXCEPT I GOTTA WRITE THE STORY }#{ beh. maybe i just feel. kinda weird about his popularity?? }#{ i mean i appreciate it but like as a Youngish Male Muse it seems like more people latched onto him }#{ but i feel like that's a whole different problem with the wider RPC rather than anyone individually }#{ anyway forgive me it's late i gotta sleep}#{ getting to inboxes and replies tomorrow probs }
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Hello I love your non con writings. Specially your rape smuts are top of the line. I througly enjoyed your Wony and SinB smut dump. Lily one was good too. Can you make Karina the next toy for your Smut Dump? Karina getting brutally raped in all of her holes for dating someone other than her fans or something similar would be amazing.
Smut Dump 4: Karina
A/N: Hello! I have nothing to say other than thank you! I couldn't be happier and truly glad that there's someone out there who enjoys my absurd work. Also, I'm sorry for taking so long to get to this. I hope you (and the others) have fun reading.
T/W: Gang Rape, Nasty Stuff, a little blood, Anal, Mentioned Prolapse
Karina's hardcore fanboys discover she's been dating someone outside of her dedicated follower group.
Enraged at her perceived betrayal, they ambush her as she leaves a recording studio late one night.
They knock her unconscious and drag her into a dingy back alley reeking of garbage and stale piss.
When she comes to, Karina finds herself stripped naked, her wrists bound tightly behind her back in a kneeling position.
Three of her biggest fans surround her, leering maliciously as their rock-hard cocks jut out from unzipped pants.
"You've been a very bad girl, Yu Jimin," one of them snarls. "Time to punish that stupid body of yours for stepping out on us."
The first fan, a tall skinny guy forces her mouth open and shoves his thick shaft deep into her throat, making her gag.
Another bulky man spreads her legs wide as he slips underneath between her legs before positioning his swollen cockhead at the entrance to her slick unprepared slit.
He then slams into her roughly, her muffled screams vibrating along the cock violating her mouth as he starts pounding her cunt mercilessly.
As the first guy keeps savagely face-fucking Karina, she gags and drools excessively, tears streaming down her cheeks from the rough throat penetration.
"Fuck yeah, take that cock, you stupid cow slut," he growls.
Meanwhile, the second man hammers her pussy relentlessly. "Your cunt belongs to us, bitch. We're going to use every one of your fuck holes tonight to teach you a lesson."
A third man moves behind her, rubbing the thick head of his veiny cock against her puckered asshole.
"Get ready for this monster cock to wreck this tight little asshole," he says with a sadistic grin.
He forces the bulbous tip into her resisting sphincter, making Karina wail in pain around the dick gagging her.
Inch by inch he works his way inside her bowels, stretching her anal ring wide.
Soon all three men are slamming in and out of her abused holes in a brutal rhythm, grunting like feral animals.
Karina's holes are savagely used by her vengeful fans as their assault intensifies.
The one face-fucking her throat grips her hair in a fistful and hammers his thick slab of meat back and forth between her slobbering lips.
"Choke on that fucking cock!" His balls slap loudly against her chin with each vicious thrust.
The other two men show no mercy either. Her pussy is drenched as the second guy's rigid pole batters it at a punishing pace, his heavy nuts swinging back and forth under her bruised thighs, spreading them even wider.
The ass penetrator has buried half his considerable size into her vice-like sphincter, feeling it desperately contract around his violating shaft.
"That's it, whore...loosen up that ass! You're gonna take every inch whether you like it or not!"
The collective sounds of excessive wet flesh on flesh, gagging, sobbing, and fierce male grunting fill the filthy alley as Karina's perfect body is annihilated in a bone-jarring triple penetration.
Her fans are vicious, degrading animals, releasing weeks of built-up frustration through violently using all her holes.
Karina arches her back sharply, gagging loudly as the cock slides deeper down her constricted throat.
The man face-fucking her grasps her head firmly with both hands, using it like a human fuck toy while snarling nasty insults.
Behind her, the fan pounding her sopping pussy from below slams upward with harsh, piston-like strokes.
Stringy ropes of her unwilling arousal cling to his lapidated length, coating his groin and upper thighs. Her knees are forced up and out.
The third savage penetrating her asshole laughs loudly as Karina squeals around the mouth-invader.
His hands grip her fleshy asscheeks like a steering wheel, spreading them apart to grant deeper access to her clenched rectum.
Already over half his thick cock has been forced into her bowels.
Her big, saggy breasts sway and jiggle furiously from the intense triple-pronged onslaught.
One man lashes out, taking turns slapping them viciously with his open palm, leaving reddening handprints on her pale, sweat-slicked flesh.
"Look at these fucking udders flop around! Bet your new boyfriend doesn't get to abuse these titties like we do, you ungrateful bitch!"
The vicious pummeling and demeaning words rip more muffled wails from the human fucking doll.
"Oh fuck, here it comes, slut!" the fan throttling Karina's face grunts out a warning.
His cock swells thicker in her crammed mouth as potent seed explodes down her convulsing gullet.
She's forced to swallow spurt after molten spurt, choking and gagging around the still-thrusting meat pole.
When he finally pulls free, his shrinking prick leaving a sloppy trail of saliva and jism across her cheek, the furious man winds up and slaps her hard across the face.
“Swallow it all, you worthless whore!!
Karina coughs and splutters, wailing in despair, "P...please, I'm so-sorry!” Another smack on her face. “Argh!! No more, PLEASE!"
But the other two ravaging her lower holes are far from satisfied. The one jackhammering her cunt grunts through clenched teeth.
"You hear that, bitch? We're NOWHERE near done with you yet!" Just then his swollen tip swells further as his own pent-up explosion hits.
A high-pitched squeal rips from Karina as her insides are bloated with thick ropes of scalding seed, painting her womb white.
"OH FUCK OH GOD PLEASE!" she babbles, tears and mascara streaking black down her reddened cheeks.
Her pleas fall on deaf ears as the anal ravager continues rearranging her guts savagely.
A deep, satisfied groan escapes the man who just pumped Karina's formerly pristine womb full of his thick seed.
Instead of withdrawing, he stays hilted inside her aching, puffy pussy, savoring the hot velvet sensation as her violated channel quivers around his still-rigid cock.
"C'mere, you traitor slut," yanking her upper body down to lay atop his heaving chest.
Large calloused hands grasp and squeeze both doughy tit-udders, mashing them against his grinning face.
Karina's sobs renew as his mouth latches harshly onto one dark nipple. He sucks obscenely while biting down, clamping the tender nub between his teeth.
A high-pitched shriek rings out as he draws blood, crimson spotting his lips and chin.
"ARGH! P-PLEASE, NOOOO!" she bawls piteously. But none show mercy.
The burly man double-stuffed in her tight asshole stiffens, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he erupts.
Karina's scream mingles with his guttural roar as his nasty cum floods her ruined anal hole, splattering up into her guts.
When he finally wrenches free, her abused sphincter is left gaping. She can't control it as her bowels unleash a wet gurgle.
A thick, sticky thread of cum and yellowish fluid oozes from the prolapsing rosebud, drooling down her thighs.
With sinister grins, the depraved gang haul Karina's floppy form over to the nearby dumpster. They bend her over it roughly, not caring about the foul stench of rotting garbage surrounding them.
One grabs her by the throat, forcing her upper body down against the filthy metal lid as another moves in behind.
"Make sure this fucking bitch screams for us," he barks, lining his puffed cockhead up with her gaping, slimy asshole.
Gripping her hips in a vice, he slams forward, impaling her ravaged rectum on his entire length in one deep thrust.
"AAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!" Karina screams, mouth gaping in a rictus of utter agony.
Jagged shards of pain lash up her spine as the thick cock stretches her destroyed sphincter wide yet again.
The other two men take turns using her flayed arms as leashes, pulling her battered body back onto their friend’s awaiting cock.
Sobs and pleas tumble from her drooling lips as they take turns piercing her creampied cunt with no respite.
"P-Please... Slow down— M-Mercy!! " she garbles out amidst hysterical bawling. "I...I c-can't... AAAAGGGHHH!!"
But her tormentors are deaf to her abject begging. All they care about is achieving twisted pleasure through demolishing her idealized form into a broken wreaking of bodily fluids and humiliation.
The merciless assault intensifies, if such a thing is possible.
Karina is yanked off the dumpster lid entirely by the two deviants raping her cunt and asshole in rapid succession.
Her shapely legs are lifted high, calves draped over shoulders as the two maniac fans impale her holes with frenzied, upward slam.
"AAAAHHHH!!! P...PUH-LEEEEZE!!" she wails, voice already growing HOARSE from the relentless screaming.
Spits and smeared mascara streak her blank face as Karina is rag-dolled between two punishing cocks.
Each time her raw pussy is vacated, it gapes horrifyingly, exposing her insides before the next thick cock buries itself to the root.
One impatient fan shoves forward, mauling her pendulous, sweat-soaked breasts as he waits his turn.
Fingers claw and squeeze the supple flesh without mercy, leaving crimson weals from his vicious grip. The metallic taste of her torn fills his tongue.
"Look at these fucking udders!" he bellows with sadistic glee. "These fat tits are MINE next, you hear?!"
He spits a thick loogie directly onto one upturned tit-curve before burying his face into the bountiful sweaty valley, rutting like a bull.
Karina's once pristine, porcelain features are now a puffy, streaked, ruined mess. A lifetime's worth of hardcore porn couldn't prepare her for this level of violation.
The onslaught continues until every last one of the vengeful fans has emptied their swollen balls into Karina's formerly tight holes.
Over and over they take turns demolishing her gaping cunt and prolapsed asshole with ruthless poundings, leaving her continuously oozing thick ropes of cum.
By the end, the starlet is barely conscious, her naked, ruined body covered in dried and fresh streaks of cum, sweat, and tears.
Mascara-stained eyes are half-lidded, vacant expressions of utter shock upon her once radiant face. Throaty cries and whimpers occasionally escape her purpled lips.
"That'll teach this slut to start respecting her real fans again," one of the men says, zipping up his soiled jeans.
The others snicker and spit on Karina's quivering form in disdain.
With a hard kick to her side that forces out a wet belch of their combined expenditures, the guys slink off into the night.
The disgraced idol is left a cum-drenched and nearly-unrecognizable heap amid the reeking alleyway filth.
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family time - GR63
pairing: dad!George Russell x mom!reader
word count: ~ 4,4k
warnings: fluff, labour and birth, fluff again, just fluff really be ready
summary: (requested by Anon) Please do dad!George part 2, pretty please! Him and Jack are making my hormones go crazy + (requested by Anon) Please please write part of Dad George, I am obsessed with the first part and need more.+ prompt n.3 was suggested as well by Anon, thank you lots, i loved writing it!
Some glimpses into parenthood with George
a/n: this can be read as standalone or as a part II to this. I HAD TO SORRY, the photo of george meeting little jack made my hormones fly as well and i couldn’t resist. it took me quite a while but i’m actually really proud of this and i also gave the best of myself, so here enjoy this +4k! <3
1. Meeting the twins
It was a calm, sunny, spring day when your babies decided to make their appearance. Your waters had broken early in the morning and as soon as you had realised it you had let out a scream that woke up George immediately. When he noticed the soaked bed sheets it took him only a couple of seconds to join the dots. He helped you to put on some comfortable clothes before grabbing your hospital bag and guiding you to the car. During the ride you could only focus on breathing, while your boyfriend was calling his parents to tell them what was happening.
When you reached the hospital you were laid on a stretcher and brought to the maternity ward. The rest of the day passed almost in a blur, you were too concentrated in your pain to remember clearly what was going on around you.
You just had a vague memory of your midwife, at some point during the evening, telling you that the moment to push had come: you had grabbed George’s hand and poured all your energy into bringing your babies to the world.
After almost two hours you heard the first crying and the little girl was placed on your chest. You were completely captured by her tiny fingers and her buttoned nose, but what made you sob even harder was George sticking out his pinky and the baby grabbing it almost immediately, as if she knew that he was her dad and that she was safe with him. You turned towards him, finding his eyes glistening as well and you tilted your head backwards to leave a kiss on his lips.
Your moment of heaven was interrupted by another contraction, which reminded you there was another baby on their way. The nurse temporarily took the newborn from your arms so that you could push with all your strength, and it was a matter of just 10 minutes before another newborn was crying on your chest, another babygirl. The twins were soon reunited and they both latched on your nipples, whilst both you and your boyfriend were staring at them in awe.
It felt so surreal, the four of you were engulfed in your bubble of pure happiness. George leaned his forehead on yours and then moved slightly to nuzzle your noses together. “Thank you for everything love” he murmured before placing a kiss on your daughters’ heads.
Suddenly a nurse woke you up from your state of trance to ask you whether you already had the names for the babies. Your boyfriend threw you a glance and you nodded, still completely sure about your choices.
He smiled at you before turning to the nurse again, “Amelia Joy and Emma Mae Russell”
2. Visiting the paddock
When your girls were a little older than 1 you and George agreed that it was time for their first race weekend. It was the second race of a double header and you had decided to join your boyfriend only for Saturday and Sunday.
The previous monday your daughters had cried when they had realised their dad hadn’t come home as usual and your heart had broken a little. Their giggles when they had seen him at the airport on Friday night, though, those were music to your ears. They had started getting so excited in their double stroller that you were almost afraid they would fall from it. George had picked Emma up, while you had taken Amelia. Both girls started waving their arms and laughing and you could swear George’s eyes were glistening.
On Saturday you arrived at the paddock late in the morning. The babies were asleep in the stroller, so you swiped your badge and you calmly headed towards the Mercedes hospitality. On your way you met Alex, whom you greeted and you had a word with, mainly about the babies and his plans with his girlfriend to join you and George for a dinner once back in England. In the meantime the girls woke up and they received plenty of raspberries on their tummies from uncle Alex.
At the hospitality you were welcomed by Lewis, who embraced you in a tight hug before focusing on the babies. Amelia literally lightened up when she saw the man and started kicking her legs; Lewis threw you a glance, as if asking for permission, and when you smiled he picked up the little girl. On the contrary, when Emma saw that the man was wearing the same T-shirt her daddy had, she started babbling “dadadada”, which you knew was the word both babies used when they wanted your or George’s attention.
Lewis then, who was playing with little Amelia in his arms, told you that George was speaking to the engineers and that he could take the three of you to see him. You gladly accepted and the older man guided you through the garage.
Your daughters soon became the main attraction of the whole team. Whenever you would walk next to someone who knew who you were, they would immediately stop whatever they were doing and they would greet the girls. You had lost the count of how many times you had repeated “This is Emma, while Lewis is holding Amelia”.
Finally you got to your boyfriend, who had his back to you and was speaking with his engineer and Toto. When the twins noticed their daddy’s presence they didn’t waste their time to make themselves heard. They simultaneously started their babbled “dadadada” and George immediately turned around.
He smiled brightly when he saw the girls and quicked excused himself to the others to hurry to you and take Emma from your arms. He peppered with kisses her whole face but before he could even turn Amelia started stretching her arms towards him, wanting to be held. George took her from Lewis’ arms as well, so that he was now standing proudly with one twin per arm. In the distance you saw Mercedes’ social media manager snapping photos of the moment, and you knew it was just a matter of time before the whole F1 fandom would start going crazy for daddy George.
George then introduced the girls to Toto and his race engineer, and when he stepped outside the garage with still the babies in his arms he was met by Charles and Daniel. Knowing your daughters were in safe hands, you allowed yourself to relax a little and you went to the toilet and organised the babies’ bag in case of emergency .
By the time you had come back there was no sight of your boyfriend or your babies. Before you could even panic you heard giggles from inside the garage, so you went to check. You found yourself in front of probably one of the sweetest scenes of your life.
George was sitting in his car with Emma on his lap, while the girl was clicking any button she could reach. Beside the car there was Amelia, who had come back in Lewis’ arms, who was trying to stretch towards her dad to sit there as well.
After a couple of minutes George took her as well, and now both your girls were on their dad's lap, being still so small to fit at the same time. Your heart skipped a bit at the sight and you had to fight your tears back. The babies were clearly happier than ever to be with their daddy, and you could tell George was having the time of his life as well, spending time in his car - probably one of his favourite places - with two of the most important people in his life.
Furtively you pulled out your phone and took a photo of the scene, too sweet and spontaneous not to be remembered, and you set it as your lock screen immediately after.
Later that night you were lying in bed after a tiring day. The twins hadn’t stopped moving not for a minute, too thrilled by everything going on around them, and they started moving even more when the mechanics cheered after George took pole in quali. When he came back to the garage the first thing he did was smash a forehead kiss on your daughters’ and then he bent his back down to kiss you and nuzzle your noses together.
Now he was having a shower and the girls were in their bassinets already asleep. You opened Instagram and the photo you found on your homepage made some little tears escape your eyes. It was the photo the admin had taken at the garage: George was facing away, he had his gaze turned towards Amelia, in his right arm, who was pointing something outside the garage whilst Emma, in his left, was playing with his T-shirt collar. The second was a snap of the babies on his lap in the car: Emma was leaning on George’s shoulder laughing with crinkled eyes and Amelia was focused on pushing the buttons on the steering wheel. What took you a while to notice was that there was a third photo after that one, and it was of you staring at your family with a hand over your mouth and clearly teary-eyed. The caption filled your heart with love, “The sweetest (and best) family ever is here❤️”
You quickly liked it and left a heart emoji in the comment. And the admin was indeed right, your family was indeed the sweetest (and the best).
3. Stuffed animals and sunflowers
One of the first toys the twins were ever gifted were 2 stuffed animals, the first presents from uncle Lewis: an elephant for Amelia and a bunny for Emma. Both girls had immediately become attached to them, almost obsessed with them - much to their uncle’s delight.
They would carry the animals literally everywhere: in their bassinets, in their highchairs while eating, in the paddock, when going out for a stroll and you and George almost had to fight every evening when it came to bath time, because the twins wouldn’t let them go even in the bathtub.
You had lost the count of how many times you had to wash them because they were too dirty or soaked in drooling due to the twins teething. When the babies would realise their plushies had disappeared they would start crying non-stop, and calming them was almost an impossible challenge.
That was why you knew that day you were screwed.
Emma and Amelia had just fallen asleep on the sofa - weirdly without the toys, so you decided to clean their room up. You found Emma’s bunny on the floor and you quickly placed it on the shelf, then bent down again to pick up the elephant as usual. You frowned as you noticed it wasn’t there, normally they would lie in the same place, but still you decided not to worry: it probably had been left somewhere in the house, so you kept tidying.
Terror flashed in your eyes when you finished cleaning but there was no sign of the little elephant. You knew for sure that wasn’t going to end well. You had looked for it everywhere but in vain, it seemed to have disappeared. Suddenly you heard the door opening and you knew it was George even because you could hear the twins babbling; they had woken up as your boyfriend had stepped in, it was like they had a radar and they were always awake whenever their daddy came home.
You chose to forget for a moment about the whole plushie matter and instead focus on your family. Both you and George played with them for a while on their little mattress in the living room before you noticed it was dinner time. As you headed to the kitchen George went to the babies’ room to get their pyjamas and bathe them.
“Darling?” you heard him call you from upstairs, “where’s the elephant? I can’t find it” You panicked. Shit. This was going to be a mess, you knew it.
You reached them in the room, where George was standing in the middle. Emma was peacefully playing with her bunny on the changing table, whilst Amelia was curled in her daddy’s arms, her head tucked in his neck and you could already hear some sniffles: it was just a matter of time before she would start crying frantically.
George threw you a glance, meaning tell me we haven’t lost it please, but you could only panicky nod. He murmured “fuck!”, but it was already too late. As if she had seen her parents’ glances and understood the meaning, Amelia started crying abruptly, her sobs were more heartbreaking than usual.
“Phan dada,” she managed to say through the sobs, “phan, phan”, it was like a chant at some point.
Emma seemed to sense her sister’s sadness because she started crying as well. Good! Now you had two crying toddlers that you didn’t know how to calm. George started rocking Amelia in his arms and you picked Emma up to do the same, but nothing seemed to work.
“Oh god, where could we have left them? Georgie?” you asked, almost freaking out. Finding that plushie had out of sudden become the aim of that night, considering that now the twins would refuse to do anything without it.
“I don’t know, last time I saw it was this morning when you went with them to the grocery store.” he answered, as nervous as you were.
“Wait, what if she left it in the cart? Or somewhere at the shop? Nonono George, it’s the end if this is what has happened, they will drive us crazy.”
From the outside it could seem a funny scene, almost ridiculous, but you actually knew very well that it was a matter of life. Your sleeping - and your headache - quite depended on it.
George handed you a crying Amelia as he headed downstairs. Great, now you had two crying babies to calm! You followed him ready to throw him the worst insults, when you saw he was picking up his Mercedes’ keys. He checked the clock, 19:28.
“Babe where are you going?” you asked.
“Going to the store, I have about half an hour before it closes. I’ll look for the toy and ask the salesperson if they’ve seen it.” And with that he was out of the door. You knew why he was so determined to find the damn elephant: lately he hadn’t been sleeping very well, too worried about the car’s not-up-to-par performance and a sleepless night was the last thing he needed, his headache was already pounding.
While he was away you tried everything to soothe the twins’ sobs. After a while Emma’s died down and she - thank god! - decided to focus on the cartoons you had put on the TV while chewing her bunny’s ears. Amelia was instead desperate and you had tried everything to distract her: bottle, food, pacifier, cartoons, cuddling, rocking through the room, but nothing seemed to work.
It was a little after 8pm when you saw the lights of George’s car in the driveaway. You anxiously waited for him to walk in but when he did and you saw his disappointed face you were struggling yourself not to cry. It was going to be one of those nights and you really weren’t ready. You loved your daughters but a night of sleep was really appealing.
You sighed disconsolately and sat on the couch. George headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat and brought you a slice of the pizza left in the freezer. He sat next to you and switched the TV from cartoons to some sappy movie, but neither of you paid attention to it. Emma fortunately didn’t fuss when she saw the cartoon disappear, but on the contrary Amelia was still whining.
George was clearly losing his patience: he never yelled at the babies when they misbehaved, but you could spot his nervousness. You didn’t want him to take it out on Amelia, so you decided to go out for a while with her, one last attempt to calm her.
“Babe,” you whispered not to worsen his evident headache, “I’m gonna grab the car and take a drive around here to see if she calms down.” You left one kiss on his forehead and then briefly nuzzled your noses together.
He nodded and you could see the relief on his face knowing he was going to have a bunch of minutes of silence. Before you could exit the door he called you, tiredness obvious in his voice.
“Y/N,” poor boy, he really was tired “today I drove some people from the team to the circuit when we went testing, I moved the babies’ seats in the trunk.” He rubbed one hand over his eyes, you could tell he was going to fall asleep soon.
“Ok Georgie, thanks.” You left another kiss but on his lips before leaving.
When you were in the driveway you started talking to the baby still in your arms, “Mel you see the stars?” you pointed your fingers to the sky, “look how shining they are! And that’s the moon baby”. Even this attempt was totally futile, instead your baby started again to whisper phan, phan. You sighed heavily, understanding it was a lost fight. You just hoped the car ride would make her fall asleep.
You went to open the trunk to take the seat and that was when you saw it: a glimpse of a plushie ear popping up from under the seat. You quickly lifted it and there you saw the elephant: it had been under there the whole day and now it was a bit flattened from the weight of the seat.
You immediately grabbed it and showed it to the baby, “Mel look! It’s phan!”
That sentence seemed to awaken your whining baby. Her eyes literally lit up when she saw the animal in your hand and she wasted no time in catching it. As soon as she had it in her hands she put it in her mouth and you could see her drooling. Good old habits.
The car ride was useless in the end and you were ready to come back in. However you couldn’t forget George’s tired and sad face. You came up pretty quickly with an idea. While Amelia was still biting her plushie you hurried yourself to collect a couple of sunflowers from the ones you had been growing in your garden and you put them in your baby’s hand.
She stared at you right in the eyes while you were speaking, “Listen Mel,” you pointed a finger to the flowers, “now we give these to dada, because even if he’s tired he went to the store just to look for phan. You give them to him and you say ‘thank you dada’, fine?” She just shook her hands and you could only sigh, hoping she had understood.
George was still on the sofa when you entered, he lifted his head up as soon as he heard the door opening: he clearly couldn’t understand why you were already back. When he saw that Mel had her toy in her mouth he heaved a sigh of relief: he was going to be able to sleep later that night.
You placed Amelia on his lap and the baby started giggling at the sight of her daddy. George was still tired but this time you saw a little smile he was trying to hold back. No matter how tired or angry he was, his babies could lift his mood in a second.
You handed the flowers to Mel and she gave them to George. Seeing his confused face you reminded your daughter, “Baby, what do you say?” She seemed to struggle for a moment but then she babbled “Tek dada phan”
George’s eyes filled with tears, a blend of commotion and tiredness, and he hugged the baby tightly, keeping her close to his chest. “Anytime baby” he whispered on the top of her head before pressing a kiss there.
The baby then quickly threw herself out of her dad’s arms, falling on the couch next to her half-asleep sister and screaming “EMA! PHAN!” Both then began to play with their animals, mainly smashing one against the other, but happiness was blatant on their faces and in their little laughs. That’s the only thing that matters you thought as you fell into George’s arms, a soft smile adorning both your mouths.
4. Braiding time with super dada
You were running late, extremely late. George had decided to bring you and the twins to the event he had been invited to, an occasion to spend some family time - and also to give the audience the content they loved.
You had just finished your shower and had worn the suit you had chosen with your best friend: a plain black suit that felt very comfortable and which you preferred to an elegant dress, considering that you would spend the whole night running after two toddlers who loved to walk around everywhere ever since they had learnt how to.
George was for sure going to spend the night talking to important people and other celebrities, so you had already reckoned that looking after the kids would be on you. You didn’t mind though: Emma and Amelia were becoming more and more of comedians, always managing to put a smile on everyone’s face and laughing for anything.
When you walked out your bedroom and you arrived in the living room what you found was a battlefield. Emma was running around shouting dadadada - her favourite word apparently - while George was busy trying to braid Amelia’s hair. He was wearing his trousers only and he was clearly in a rush, unsuccessfully attempting to make braids out of your daughter’s hair. The girl wasn’t helping though, too busy laughing and moving her head to follow her sister’s running.
You caught Emma just before she could bump against the wall and you brought her on the sofa placing her on your knees; George next to you breathed a sigh of relief. Both girls were still laughing out loud for no reason, and in the end you couldn’t help but giggle as well.
George was staring at you as if you had three heads. You tried to contain your laugh, “Sorry bubs but you know their laughs are contagious.” He slightly shook his head, knowing that deep down you were right.
“Ok girls, listen now,” you called the attention of your babies, “now mommy puts cartoons on the TV and you watch them whilst we do your hair, fine?”
“MOMMY TOONS!” Emma shouted, so you grabbed the remote and set some random ‘Peppa Pig’ episode, a cult classic to make the girls sit still.
“Ok babe now let’s braid these princesses’ hair.” You winked at your boyfriend before starting your work. Both Emma and Amelia loved to be dressed in the same way, so you had picked two identical dresses and decided to braid both their hair, embellishing it with some little bow hair band.
Halfway through your work of art Amelia spoke, “Mama, dada good wok?” she asked, wanting to know if her dad’s work was coming out well.
You smiled and nodded to your girl, “Of course baby, your dad is good at everything, isn’t he?” and your baby nodded back.
George had really become a master in taking care of the girls throughout the years, and he would do anything gladly: from brushing their hair to choosing their outfits, cooking them their favourite meal - fruit salad with too many strawberries, and he even loved cooking biscuits with them to surprise you in the morning.
You made sure to take photos whenever you caught them in one of these moments and you sometimes would share them in your stories. The fans would go insane for those frames you provided them and every time ‘Dad George’ would trend on twitter for hours.
“Super dada” Emma exclaimed after a couple of seconds; you saw George’s eyes immediately paint with tears, he still wasn’t used to it even after two years - and you honestly thought he would never go to.
‘Super dada’ was the writing you decided to print on your daughters’ onesies for George’s first Father’s Day: that morning you had carefully placed them on his chest and they had woken him up - well, as much as two two-month-old babies could do, and when your boyfriend had opened his eyes he had found you beside him with his breakfast on a tray and a present in your hands.
When he then had picked Amelia up he had noticed the onesies and that was when he bursted into tears. The twins had quickly followed and in a couple of minutes the four of you were all crying. Needless to say that was one of the most beautiful - and most emotional - days of your lives, one you wouldn’t easily forget.
After a while your girls’ hair was ready so you carefully placed them on the sofa, Peppa Pig still playing on the screen, hoping they wouldn’t destroy their look while you two finished getting ready. When both of you were standing you gently slapped George’s butt, “Hey!” he exclaimed, turning to face you with an amused expression on his face.
“C'mon Mister, we don’t wanna be late and you still need to finish dressing up!” you encouraged him while you headed to the shoe cabinet to grab your heels.
“I’m sure neither you nor the fans would mind if I showed up like this, I mean-” he pointed at his six pack, “this is some hot sight, right?”
You came back with the shoes in your hand and you couldn’t help but laugh at his foolishness, “I’m sure it is but I’d like to keep it just for me,” you went to hug him, “and besides your fans see already enough in those thirst traps of yours that you love to post.” You crossed your arms falsely pissed whilst he laughed.
“Well then-” he stopped to lower his mouth to your ear, “I’ll make sure you’ll be the only one who will enjoy this sight tonight.” As he whispered you felt a shiver running down your spine
“Well, deal.” You replied in the same tone before leaning in to leave a kiss on his lips.
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I,,, I just remembered that one of my alien species don't have fingers (or hands really) and now I'm sad
#soko#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#writing#aliens#mechanians#pretty plain sounding.. I know#they don't have any hands to love the children with :(#unlike my long fingered necrosapiens#my gentle demonic corpse like beings who love their children vs 3ft tall robots held together by magnetism and say boog le boog le beh#sorry I'm tired rn#coherence who?#anywhoways#I'd be really excited to write from the mechanians' perspectives#but in a disconnected and disjointed sorta way#from reality#basically#very alien#as they should be#there's this one insect-human species I describe as having this 'otherness' to them#uncanny valley#but a kind that makes you feel transfixed on them#awe#and wonder#and all that jazz#not necessarily romantic#or indescribably beautiful otherness#but that too#OH#mechanians have little floaty nubs
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➛ the good, the bad and the bratty
a/n: here it is!!! cowboy!diavolo surprised me because he was voted least out of the top three yet i found myself loving him so much that i couldn’t stop writing and it turned into a whole fic haha check out the other cowboys here!
tags: 2.0k words, cowboy!diavolo x female reader, bondage, spanking, brat taming, breeding kink, mild exhibitionism. minors do not interact!
diavolo had a busy morning rounding up the sheep that slipped through the fence during the night. he crept out of bed without waking you, leaving you with warm blankets and a kiss to your cheeks as he pulled on his jeans and shirt.
you’re an expert rider, better than him although he won’t admit it — stubborn cowboys never do no matter how sweet they are.
but not waking you up to catch the sheep with him wasn’t due to his pride but rather the fact that you were up all night riding something else entirely.
he had you slamming up and down on his cock for hours, grinding on him until you both passed out. his cock throbs at the memories and he adjusts his crotch in his tight jeans before fastening his belt.
diavolo sighs, wishing he could spend the morning walking the perimeter of the ranch on horseback with you beside him, but you tired yourself out last night. you deserve rest. and on top of that, he can only imagine how sore your pussy must be.
he’d be the devil if he asked you to sit on a saddle before fully recovering.
so at dawn, he ventures onto his land and mounts his horse to chase after the escaped sheep. it takes hours, but once rounded up, he works on fixing the fence and then checking on the cattle.
it isn’t until long after noon when he spots you coming down to the barn.
“hey, sweetie,” you mutter with a kiss to his lips. “why didn’t you wake me?”
you smirk at his eyes widening from your appearance. it’s a hot day so you opted for one of his flannels and a pair of cowboy boots. his shirt is baggy enough to cover you, but the only thing on his mind is whether or not you’re wearing anything under his shirt.
“thought ya needed some rest after last night,” he teases. “you worked so hard.”
“well, you work hard every day looking after the ranch.”
he chuckles lowly and you find yourself warming up at the sound.
“so, what’s the plan for the day?”
diavolo is about to tell you he did most of the work and the only thing you should be doing is resting, but his inconveniently friendly neighbours interrupt him.
“hey!” mammon calls with beelzebub following behind him. “you got hay?”
“what happened to yours?” dia quips.
“found mould in ‘em. can’t use it anymore.”
both cowboys tip their hats in your direction as greeting.
“mornin’, boys.” you beam.
“afternoon,” beel corrects you. “but i assume it’s morning for you.”
they both grin and wink at diavolo, knowing exactly what happened last night given your attire. and diavolo hates them for thinking about you like that.
“why don’t ya head back to the house?” diavolo leans in and suggests. “get something to eat.”
you know he means to say go put on some clothes. or at least stay away from these guys while you’re dressed like that. jealousy rises from his body and you read him easily.
perhaps it’s the exhaustion from last night, or maybe it’s due to the heat, but your brain is frazzled enough to make you want to disobey his request and piss him off. for some reason, making him more jealous sounds like a good idea.
“i already had breakfast.” you say and hop onto a pile of hay, crossing your legs so no one can peek up the little clothing you have on.
dia stares at you starstruck, silenced by your boldness. and the other two cowboys suffocate in the growing tension. beel’s eye’s wander around the room nervously, not landing on anything specific. and mammon lets out a long whistle.
“so….” he clicks his tongue. “the hay?”
“there’s more round back.” diavolo says without tearing his stern eyes from you. you cower under his gaze, knowing you may have gone too far.
when mammon and beel disappear behind the stable, you hop down from your pile of hay. you thought it would be hot to tease him in front of the others but it turned out awkward so you wander back to the house. but diavolo grabs you before you can make it two paces out of the door.
“what?” you ask with feigned innocence.
“you know what.”
“i don’t.”
he scoffs.
“are ya wearing anything under that?” he asks, and your silence is his answer.
he rips open your shirt, his shirt, and buttons go flying in all direction to reveal your naked body. your tits sit freely and your bare pussy was only inches away from being exposed if the shirt was lifted high enough.
and yet, you jumped on that pile of hay without a care in the world, without caring if his neighbours saw what only he is allowed to see. and it angers him in ways it shouldn’t.
“dia!” you push him away, but he doesn’t let go of the shirt and because of its huge size, it slips off your frame too easily.
the cowboy is stunned for a second, but he gulps and tips his hat in your direction, admiring your glowing body in the sunlight.
he was ready to scold you for acting so scantily in front of his friends, but instead of listening to logic, he listens to his cock. despite the hours and hours of fucking you did last night, it aches for more.
and what turns him on to a point of no return is your god damned boldness, not even trying to hide your perky breasts or pretty pussy. your stand before him with confidence he can only admire.
mammon and beel are minutes away from walking in on you wearing nothing but a pair of cowboy boots and diavolo feels inclined to teach you a lesson.
you would dare to be seen naked by anyone other than diavolo?
not on his watch.
your brattiness knows no bounds but you’ve certainly got him in the mood to tame it. to teach you that no one else is allowed to see your pretty, perfect body.
he very rarely uses the lasso he carries on his hip, but all of a sudden he feels inspired to use it.
“c’mere.”
you ignore him, drifting away further without looking back and acknowledging him. if you step outside any further, there’d be no doubt the others would see you.
“don’t ignore me. i told ya to c’mere.”
you turn around with sass, standing with your hand on your hip. “or what?” you follow his hand down to where it grazes against his loop of rope and your heart beats faster, and your pussy throbs.
“don’t make me use this on ya, sweetheart.”
you swallow thickly, feeling your body burn. the thought of him tying you up is provocative, but using his lasso on you?
it’s unexpectedly the sexiest thing you’ve ever imagined.
and he knows it too.
“you like the sound of that?” he smirks and takes big steps towards you. “i’m sick of ya acting like a brat, ‘specially in front of other guys. how about i teach my little cowgirl a lesson, hm?”
you bite your lips and he hovers above you, eyes raking all over your form.
“want me to tie you up and teach you a lesson, baby?”
you nod eagerly but maintain the daring brattiness in your glare.
“i want ya to say it, sweetheart.”
“yes,” you yip, a little too excitedly. “use it on me. tie me up and fuck me good, dia.”
your heart flutters as the corner of his lip twitches upwards, and your pussy clenches as diavolo moves swiftly. he spins you around grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, somehow rough and gentle at the same time. and with his other, he loosens his lasso before looping it around your wrists and pulling.
he then works some skilful magic to have your elbows touching together and the rope lacing around the length of your forearms.
it’s tight enough for you to be unable to fight against it. not that you’d want to.
your bound wrists rest on your lower back and he pulls you back into the barn, slamming the door behind him.
“what a fucking brat i’ve got,” he growls and bends you over on the pile of hay you were previously displaying yourself on. “wants to get fucked like an animal, huh?”
“yes, dia,” you moan. “wanna get fucked so good.”
you wiggle your ass in front of his crotch which earns a harsh slap on it. and then another.
“best be quiet or those assholes are gonna hear ya.”
you moan louder and lewder when he slaps your ass a third time.
“or don’t.”
diavolo wastes no more time in loosening his belt and pulling his cock from his jeans. it throbbed and ached all morning and now he can finally relieve himself by putting you in your place.
he grabs you by the rope, pulling you upright and pressing your ass against him.
“fucking brat,” he grunts rubbing against you. “was last night not enough, huh? greedy pussy’s got you acting up like a slut.”
you whine loudly, defiant against his words. his large hand lands on your ass again, causing you to yelp and your whole body to jolt from the impact. writhing to free yourself from the rope is a fruitless attempt, but diavolo enjoys the sight of you struggling.
“use your hands.” he orders.
you could ignore him, piss him off even more. but your pussy is so fucking desperate to be filled and battered by his huge cock that your brattiness slowly fades away and you follow his orders quickly.
it’s difficult to move in the position you’re in but with the little freedom your bound hands have, you arch into him and stroke his huge cock. “fuck, dia. you’re so big. want it in me so bad.”
“patience, brat,” he mutters and runs his hands up and down your body, squeezing your tits with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. “gotta wait for them to come back.”
arousal leaks from your pussy and you continue jerking him off until the familiar footsteps in the gravel grow louder, and dia takes it as his signal to push you down on the hay again and slam his cock into your soaking pussy.
“fuck!” you scream as your pussy welcomes him in greedily. “dia!”
“you like that, huh? you like my cock?”
“yes, i love it!” you moan loudly, gasping for air against the hay. “i love your cock.”
“that’s right.”
he continues hitting you with thrust after thrust of his hips, the sound reverberating through the wooden walls of the barn. it may be muffled from the outside, but there is no doubt the others can’t hear you.
your pussy is still sensitive from last night, but more than eager to please diavolo’s cock as he drills your hole, slamming against all the right places. “ah! fuck, dia, i’m gonna cum!”
“you’re gonna cum? your bratty pussy’s gonna cum all over my cock?”
“yes!”
“fuck,” he gasps. “want me to cum in your pussy, hm? fill it up ’til ya can’t take no more?”
“yes! dia, please!”
“gonna fuckin’ breed ya.”
“do it, dia! do it!”
“gonna knock ya up, show ‘em all how good i fucked ya!” he groans. “gonna teach my brat a lesson and knock her up.”
your cries turn into fully incomprehensible moans, but he knows you want it as much as he does. you want him to mark your body in ways it’s never been marked before and claim you as his forever.
so while you babble away, you both rock against the hay with hot, sticky bodies and there’s nothing but steamy air and filthy words between you.
before you know it, your orgasm washes over you and your pussy tightens around his cock, causing him to spurt ropes of his cum into your pussy.
your pussy tightens, causing him to spurt ropes of cum into your pussy as you scream in delight; your orgasms instils pure bliss into your body, as it does to dia who lets out an animalistic growl as he fucks you both through the high.
“who fuckin’ owns this pussy?”
“you do! you own it, dia.” you mumble, barely able to form words with how much you’re moaning. “you own my pussy. you own me.”
“that’s right,” he grunts. “i fuckin’ own ya.”
with one last rut, he stills deep groan and leans over, panting above you and pressing soft along your shoulder as you gasp for air.
“your mine, brat.”
#♡ pearl’s writing#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader#obey me x female reader#obey me smut#obey me diavolo#obey me diavolo x reader#obey me diavolo smut#diavolo smut#diavolo x reader
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I Saw Wish
And it was the worst animated Disney movie I’ve ever seen. I have to watch it again before I can get into the nitty gritty details. But I don’t need details to sum it up, because my dad actually said it perfectly as we left the theater:
“It was like someone who didn’t really understand Disney movies tried to make a Disney movie.”
Both the form (the technical arts of filmmaking) and the content (the morals, values, and themes of the movie) were totally horrible.
I don’t know who’s fault it was. Jeremy Spears was in the storyboard room and Mark Henn and Eric Goldberg did some 2D animation. But they must have gotten outvoted, or they must not care anymore.
Because holy cow. Here’s some stuff that’s just off the top of my head.
SPOILERS. Not that it matters, because nothing interesting happens in this movie.
The writing? Terrible. Ninety percent of it feels like the characters are filling time with quirky one-liners that are trying too hard to be appealing, then failing, then taking you out of the movie. The jokes aren’t funny. The characters just respond to each other in conversation to check a one-liner box. The other twenty percent is whole conversations repeating tell-don’t-show exposition that has already been covered, usually twice, in previous scenes. Like if in Tangled, every scene had included some variation of Rapunzel saying to friends and enemies alike, “I have to see the floating lights so I’m sneaking to the castle with this thief who wants a mysterious tiara I hid from him. Don’t tell my mother, she’s a bit overprotective!” Over. And over. And over.
The character motivations are way too broad. Asha? Her dream is just “that everybody around me gets to be happy.” That’s it, in a nutshell. No deeper exploration of that. Nobody asks, “why do you care so much?” Nobody tries to convince her she should look out for herself, and then she proves she was right all along. The King? We are told (not shown) that he doesn’t want anyone else’s dreams to be “destroyed.” But he in no believable way expresses that that motivation is still what’s driving him during the movie—what’s driving him is just a plain old lust for power, no nuance.
By the way, the whole premise of the movie? Undercooked. Half-baked concepts strung together with no definitive meaning. Therefore, it’s not believable. Example: The characters act like the wishes are beautiful—well, actually, no, this movie doesn’t know how to show, so there’s not a lot of meaningful acting—the characters just tell us that wishes are “the most beautiful part of someone,” and that’s why it’s worth going through this adventure to give their wishes back to them. But there’s no proof of that in the movie. In fact, it directly kicks it’s own legs out from under that idea, because it has every character who gives up their wish forget that part of themselves. Asha’s grandfather has forgotten his wish, but that doesn’t make him any less “beautiful.” She, and everyone, still treats him like he’s this wonderful old man who deserves the world, who everyone loves…but why is he so appealing? If he “gave up the most beautiful part of him?” The only character who is changed by their lack-of-wish is the Sleepy-analogue character…who is just sleepy, which is described as “boring.” But nobody else who’s given up their wish in the whole kingdom acts like that. It’s just him. Also, the King acts like it’s so important to protect the wishes from destruction. But what does destroying a wish look like? That actually happens to Asha’s mom. Her wish-bubble is broken, literally, and she just says she feels grief. But like. Why? She never remembered it in the first place; it had been missing from her life for years. Also, what the heck is a wish?! It seems to range from broad concepts like “inspire people” to “fly.” Just “fly,” like a bird. The desire to levitate off the ground is the most important, beautiful essence of one background character. Like, what?! But no character ever has the why behind their wish to make us care.
I could go on and on about that point. Like, think about Disney movies that wrote the book on how to make movies about characters with wishes. If Ariel were in Wish, her bubble would look like “dancing and learning and exploring on the Surface with someone who understands her.” But we believe that that is her real, genuine wish, and that it matters to her, because we are shown why being understood is so important to her. Because it’s missing from her life. There’s a scene where she explores a boat alone, and even her best friend doesn’t get excited about it with her. Her dad won’t listen to her point of view. Her siblings don’t ask her about her life even when they think she’s in love. She wants what she wants because of pieces of her life that we are shown.
We are never shown why Asha’s grandfather is obsessed with inspiring people, so we have no reason to believe it, or care whether he gets it or not. We can’t feel disappointed when his wish is said to “never come true,” like we did when Quasimodo was abused by the people he wished to join. We can’t feel elated when he finally “gets” his wish, like we did when Simba smiles on Pride Rock remembering the same way he used to as a cub and claims the crown with a roar. We don’t have anything to hang on to, nothing to relate to, nothing to grasp and feel with the characters. So we don’t feel, because they didn’t put the work in to help us feel. They just say, “the mom’s feeling grief. Feel grief.” And expect us to do the work ourselves. I have to stop harping on this point and move on.
But The main point of the movie is very broad because of that lazy premise, and it’s barely reinforced by any kind of appealing storytelling. If I had to guess, the point would be “Keep wishing for more even when it’s hard.” But the story they told to communicate that meaning was so unimpactful. Asha doesn’t have a dream of her own that’s such hard work to accomplish! (Neither does her grandfather; his wish is “to inspire people.” And at the end, we’re supposed to see him strumming a guitar and believe it’s inspiring? We were never shown how he worked hard to learn how to play the instrument. Or that he carved it with his own hands, or anything like that. So there’s no meaningful demonstration of working hard for it or achieving your wish even if it’s far out of reach.) And nobody except the king is trying to take wishes away from anyone, and he just does it literally, after they voluntarily give them to him, so there’s not even any impactful demonstration of “don’t let anyone tell you your wishes are dumb or unachievable, or stop you from reaching them.” Even when he takes them away, it’s just because they…could, someday, be used to threaten his kingdom in a vague, really unlikely way. There are so many things you could do with “keep wishing for more even when it’s hard.” For instance; you could say the main character has always been afraid to dream (wish for more), because maybe when she was a kid something wonderful almost happened but ended in tragedy, so she keeps her head down and doesn’t want much because if you don’t dream you’ll never be disappointed. She takes no risks, and has to learn that sometimes trying and failing is worth more than slogging through life all self-protective. I mean, the pieces were right there. She has this line about her dad, and how she wished he would get better but then he died. She has lines about how nobody should have to live with grief?? Then that’s never addressed again! It’s just a throwaway emotion-moment with no buildup or follow-through to tie it to and support that main theme.
The compositions of too many shots were so terrible. Characters got cut off in weird places. One shot has Asha dead center, with her grandfather on the left side of the table and her mother on the right, having a family dinner with a super exposition-heavy conversation that is meant to be emotionally charged. But despite everything else being perfectly centered, half of her mother’s body is chopped off. The movie’s shot like someone’s mom who doesn’t understand technology tried to take a video with her phone.
The charm of the art “style” wears off basically immediately. I know what they were going for. I see the sketch lines and watercolor textures. This is maybe the first time Disney ever failed to accomplish a visual “look” that turned out good. Everything looks dull. Muted. De-saturated. Slightly out of focus, but not in a cool Spider-Verse way. The sets or backgrounds are lazy; at no point does the scenery look complete; big, empty, boring spaces that do not create any kind of “stage” for impactful moments. The rendering looks unfinished. When Asha’s hair moves during her belting of the “I Make This Wish” song, it’s bad. It’s unnatural. It flops in a way that doesn’t make sense for the weight of her hair. The most impactful visual moments come from the villain, and they’re moments when he looks way too unhinged for the kind of line he’s saying.
There is no interesting character development. Asha goes from believing everyone is basically good and their wishes deserve the chance to come true , to….that, again. That would be fine, she could be a static character, if she proved contrast-characters wrong, in a believable way. But she never does. Because no other characters argue with her except the King. And it goes no deeper than “everyone’s wishes are basically good and they deserve the chance to make them true” vs. “nuh-uh, because I get to decide what makes them deserving.” The King doesn’t have any kind of interesting development, either. They don’t expand on his tragic backstory—it consists of one drawing of him near a broken boat, and a few images of the corner burned off of his family taoestry. They never say “King Magnifico wished for _____ and it was taken away!” They literally never tell you what his wish or dreams were, or what motivated him to create the whole kingdom that the movie’s premise sits on. So there’s no convincing sense of progression, how he got this way, why he’ll keep going “so far.”
The pacing is weird. It undercuts every moment that could have any kind of emotion behind it. One minute Valentino is suavely bouncing around, then he’s given a two-second beat to blubber with badly-animated tears that he’ll miss Star—then he instantly gets to have another funny one-liner so we forget he might’ve been sad a second ago. We’re clearly supposed to believe that the King and his wife are devoted to each other, and his turning evil was such a big betrayal, but there’s no time and no impactful evidence for us to believe either of those things. And even if we did, the moment he’s defeated and trapped in a mirror, and begs to be let free, the Queen kind of shrugs it off, makes a forgettable one-liner, and tells them to throw him in the dungeon. And he doesn’t look remorseful. And we don’t even get to assume he’s embarrassed or emotionally devastated that he’s come to this—because the last thing he says is “nooo, the dungeon is so smellyyy!” Like this is a half-baked LEGO short that can’t get emotionally deeper than what an actual 3 year-old’s parents might be okay with.
And that’s the worst offense: The movie is not genuine. It works hard for nothing, and it has no vulnerability. It just uses old Disney standbys to pretend to be vulnerable. Have the music swell and the characters gasp and the songs drip emotion when characters are meant to be saying or doing something emotional.
But truthfully, think of all the Disney movies you’ve ever seen with the hardest emotional moments. The sheer joy of Genie when he realizes he’s free. The anguish when Elsa thinks Anna’s been frozen forever, or when Anna thinks she’s dead. The trauma when Simba loses Mufasa. The longing and dreaming of Ariel when she reaches up out of her grotto. The sense of foreboding when Mother Gothel says “fine, now I’m the bad guy” or the heartbreak in Rapunzel’s eyes when she thinks Flynn has abandoned her, or the shame on Aladdin’s face when Jafar reveals he’s a street-rat, or the horror of cruelty when the stepsisters rip up Cinderella’s dress, or Kala’s tears when Tarzan leaves her in the treehouse, or Sarabi’s tears when Simba comes back, or Mulan’s father tossing aside the sword and token of the Emperor to embrace Mulan, or heck, even just Lilo pushing Stitch in the woods and telling him “get out of here.” This movie has no moments like that. It has moments you can tell that the filmmakers wanted to hit like that—but they don’t.
Because no work is put into building them up. You know how much Simba loves Mufasa, because you’ve been watching their chemistry more than any other character all the way up till he dies. You know how much Mulan wants to please her family because she spends all of Act I desperately attempting to do that. You know Quasimodo believes the world below is beautiful and wants them to accept him because he has interesting things like—talking to gargoyles, convincing us that he’s lonely; building a scale model of the townspeople, convincing us that he sees them in a beautiful way and wishes he were beautiful in more ways than one like them, too.
Right down to the facial expressions, none of them are as anguished, happy, sad, excited, silly, in any convincing way like all of Disney’s other movies. Asha’s “low moment” when she’s afraid her “wish” hurt everyone else (still vague on what that wish ever was) lasts two seconds, she’s not crying, she’s barely sitting with slumped shoulders, and her family barely spend two seconds comforting her. They basically just say, “aw, no, it’s not y fault, it’s the king’s.” And she’s like, “yeah okay” and that’s that. It’s like the animators we’re afraid to animate really intimate emotions on the characters’ faces. The voice actors, too.
And the whole movie is peppered with Easter eggs to past Disney movies. But all that does, if you really know Disney beyond the visuals, is make you think of how hollow this movie is in comparison. How much you wish you were watching Cinderella or The Little Mermaid or something with depth and vulnerability instead of Wish.
#I’ll talk more in an organized fashion later#wish#disney’s wish#wish Disney#wish 2023#critique#spoilers
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Consummation of the Marriage
Husband Gojo Satoru x F! reader
Summary: it has only been a few months since you got married to Satoru Gojo, and the family elders are already getting impatient since you’re not pregnant yet
Content: arranged marriage, use of pet names, reader has fem! anatomy, smut, fluff at the end, mentions of pregnancy, breeding,
a/n: ‘yes self, prioritize writing this instead of studying for your seven quizzes tomorrow.’ I was listening to Agora Hills by Doja Cat while writing this. also thanks to @disillusionistt for the prompt that turned into a long story. hope you like it!!! (cuz I don't)
wc: 1.7k
This was the first time since your wedding that you would be alone with Gojo Satoru. No servants, no maids, just purely you and him.
This wouldn’t have happened if the elders from both sides of your family were a little more patient.
“Did you consummate your marriage yet?” “Do you feel nauseous?” “How many weeks is it?” They bombarded you both with questions; he just stared at you as if it was your responsibility as his wife to answer them.
“My lord, my lady, we haven’t done our duties yet… Please give us more time,”
The elders scoffed in irritation as they explained how Gojo was made just the night after his parents’ wedding and complained about your incompetence.
“Think about the bloodline dear! it is your duty!” They warned you like he was going to die tomorrow.
“How about we stay on one of our estates for a week? Just me and my wife? Would that suffice?” Gojo proposed.
The elders looked at each other as they weighed the pros and cons of his suggestion.
“Very well. If it takes that long for her to carry your child, then we shall wait patiently for that to happen,” they finally agreed.
And that’s how you got yourself into this situation. You and him, in an estate where the servants’ quarters are quite far from the main house.
You were quiet the whole trip there. Since the wedding, he has never been staying beside you for long hours.
His phone rang in the middle of the ride, to which he answered it.
“Hello? Suguru? Could you substitute me for teaching the first years? Those walking skeletons kept bugging me with their demands again,”
You chuckled at the word ‘walking skeletons’, which he noticed, he turned to you and you looked at him, the awkward silence filled the car until Suguru broke it through the phone.
“Ya still there Satoru?” Suguru asked from the other line.
“Yeah, I was distracted; so, about the substitution, ya’ up for it?”
“Sure! How hard is it to teach a few kids?”
“Okay then! I leave it up to you now, bye!”
Throughout the whole conversation, you were looking out the window, looking at the beautiful view of the mountains and rivers.
“Pretty isn’t it?” He asked.
“Yes, it does.” You respond.
You see a mansion in the distance. You looked into it in awe as the entire view was mesmerizing.
“See that over there?” he pointed at the mansion. “That’s where we’ll be staying, the servant’s quarters are quite far, so be sure you’re settled once nighttime sets, it’s a hassle going back and forth just to call them.
You felt his breath just behind your ear. Turning to him, he was so close to you. You flinched as this was the first time he was ever so close to you.
“You look like you just saw a ghost,” He laughed, “How cute,”
“You have white hair!” you shout, “anyone would mistake you for a ghost!”
He placed his hand on his heart and acted as if he had a heart attack.
“Ouch! Baby that hurts!” he proclaimed.
You had forgotten about his dramatic behavior since graduation. It is at this moment that you are reminded that he has never changed.
“We’re here!!!” He yelled in excitement.
He got out of the car and went to your door to open it. He reached out his hand to you.
“Well? Aren’t you gonna get out?” He teased.
You snapped back. “Yeah, sorry,” you took his hand and got out of the car.
You look at the mansion and behold its beauty, then turn your head to see the servants’ quarters from the distance.
“Why are the quarters far away from the main house?” You question.
“This house was used as a honeymoon getaway for newly married couples,” He turned to you and lowered his head just beside your ear. “Don’t wanna traumatize them with noises, do we?” He chuckled.
You breathed deeply as you tried to comprehend the uses of this house.
“My ancestors, my grandparents, my parents, they did it here, and now, it’s our turn! Isn’t this exciting?” He teased.
“To you…” You replied.
After you both spent your time exploring parts of the house and enjoying the view from the balconies, it was nearing sunset, and there were only very few servants left since the others walked to their quarters.
By the time the servants had all left, it was just you and him. When you settled in your shared bedroom, he was in the bathroom probably cleaning himself after the exhausting trip. When you try to take off your clothes, you realize there is a zipper at the back.
Well shit…
When he got out of the bathroom, only clothed in a towel on his lower body, he noticed you weren’t in your bathrobe yet.
“Well? Aren’t you gonna take a bath?” he says.
“Help… Me…” you plead.
“What’s it about this time?”
“Unzip my dress, please”
Gojo went behind you to unzip your dress. He was caught off guard when he saw your bare skin. He felt like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time during that moment.
His fingers lightly traced your skin before he lowered his head to kiss your shoulders.
You gasp at the feeling of his lips on your skin, tracing down to your arms as he showered you with kisses while his arms wrapped around you. He turned you around as he continued kissing your collarbone- even sucking it- until it left hickeys.
“Gojo I-“
“Satoru… Call me Satoru,”
“Satoru,” you moan.
He finally finished unzipping the dress and it fell to the ground, your naked body, with only your panties on, was left for him to see.
You looked down in embarrassment, but he lifted your chin up to look at him, his blue eyes seemed to have a soft glow in the dark room.
His lips crashed into yours, kissing you aggressively. You fell into the bed but he was still kissing you, one hand gripping your arm as the other fondled your breast.
His kisses went down to your nape, you gasped as this new sensation of pure bliss overwhelmed you.
“Fuck baby… didn’t know this side of ya’”
He was sucking on your nipple as his hand drew circles at the other. You pushed his head deeper into your chest as the feeling was so good.
He traced his hand down to your clothed cunt. He pressed your pussy and felt the soaking wet texture.
You moaned loudly as the feeling of his warm hands pressed your clit.
“All I did was kiss and touch you, and you’re already this wet?” He chuckled. “How adorable,”
He pulled your panties down and he spread your legs apart. His fingers lightly drew circles on your clit, making you moan.
He pushed his finger deep inside your tight entrance, looking for your G-spot. You screamed when his finger touched a part inside you that felt sensitive.
“Found it,”
He inserted two fingers this time, stretching your hole as he curled his fingers on your G-spot, earning him loud moans and whimpers from you.
“’toru!!!”
You tried closing your legs but he just spread you open even wider as he continued playing with your pussy.
You tightly gripped the sheets as he continued fingering you.
You feel your orgasm coming as he doesn’t seem to slow down any further.
“Satoru I’m so close!!!”
“Fuuuuck… you take my fingers so well,” he cooed.
He moved his fingers inside you even faster, your moans got louder and louder until you screamed as you reached your limit.
Your juices were leaking all over the bed, and he was happy to lick your pussy clean.
You clench your thighs around his head as he ate you out like a starved man. He let out a groan as he continued lapping your cunt and gripping your thighs, you not being able to stay still made him go faster.
“Satoru! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
He spat on your clit and licked it clean. You were probably overstimulated at this point.
He gave you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, and he did it using only his tongue and fingers.
He lifted his head and kissed you, making you taste your own juices.
“You taste so good love,” he cooed.
You didn’t have the strength to even reply to him. Your throat was sore from all the loud moans and screams you let out.
He untucked his towel, his exposed cock leaking pre-cum. He laid his dick flat on your stomach for you to see how deep he can reach you, almost reaching your navel.
He rubbed his tip on your clit as it leaked pre-cum on your pussy before slowly inserting it into your entrance. You whined as his dick almost reached your cervix.
“Satoru…”
“Shhh… I’ll go slow… I promise,”
He slowly thrusts inside you, letting you get used to his size. His dick alone already made you so full.
He placed his body on top of you as you dug your nails onto his back.
He started increasing his speed as you got used to his size.
Your moans, along with his have been the only noise heard in the room.
“Shit princess… This pussy’s so tight like it was made f’ me,”
He kissed you as he rammed his dick inside you for quite a while without even taking a break.
You slowly feel his rhythm going unstable.
He’s almost there.
After one last rough thrust, he released his seed inside you- even spilling out of you, to which he gladly shoved it back inside.
“Can’t miss a single drop,”
He grabbed a wet towel to wipe your body before he carried you to the bathroom to give you a warm bath before cuddling him to bed.
The next morning, you were awoken by the smell of fresh flowers and pancakes. You woke up to find him preparing your breakfast in bed.
“Mornin’! Slept well?” he asks.
“Mhmm!”
“Well, I made you breakfast! Hope you like it!” he exclaimed.
He fed you a spoonful of the pancake before he wiped your mouth, handing you some milk after that.
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★ 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 x 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ★
𝐓𝐖: Porn plot, unprotected sex, SUB!reader, oral sex m!receves and You!receves, over stimulation, afab anatomy, pet names, degradation, SMUT, my writing, my english, Dom!Miguel, sex taped, established relationship, reader is FTM, Husband and Husband, Headcanons.
Miguel O'Hara is your husband of 2 years and he is a simple Cowboy in the Mexican countryside, you two met in a bullfight and Miguel fell in love with you practically immediately.
Your marriage is great, Miguel is a loving and attentive husband, always trying to pamper you as much as possible even with the little money you had.
You took care of the house and Miguel worked as a cowboy and caretaker on some local farms, but the money was running out very fast making Miguel worried, so you suggested something, create a homemade porn channel of the two of you.
Miguel was reluctant at first, he always recorded your fucks but it was for personal use, O'Hara used your sex tape to masturbate while traveling to some bullfights and missed you but never thought to post such videos online, until you talk and convince him to do it, then he decides to give in.
"-Okay, mi cielo, let's do this together" -Miguel spoke in a husky voice with desire and anticipation as he adjusted his cowboy hat.
You smiled contentedly, watching your husband pick up his cell phone and open it on the camera, while you two undressed, Miguel seemed a little embarrassed at first but soon forgot the feeling when he saw you completely naked and vulnerable to him.
"-Mmm, that's it, mi precioso, show them what's mine" -Miguel insisted, his voice full of desire and heat, He moved closer to you, his large hands moving to caress your bare skin.
"-I want everyone to see how beautifully you submit to me, how you offer to be fucked by your husband."
He lifted the phone, moving closer to capture every detail of your body, making sure to focus on your wet, inviting pussy.
"-Yes, my sweet boy, I want to record every moment I'm fucking your tight, dripping pussy. Show them how much you love it, how much you love being my devoted whore."
"-You're mine, mi vida, Your body was made to take my cock, I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore... And you want that, don't you? You're my good boy, my devoted whore, and I'm going to use you for my pleasure."
Miguel's fingers entered your pussy, moving skillfully, in and out of your tight pussy, drawing moans of pleasure from your lips.
The sight of your skin and the contrast of his tanned fingers exploring your delicate folds made him mad with desire.
Miguel savored the way your body responded to his touch, feeling your wetness coat his fingers as he pushed them deeper, easily finding his way to your womb.
Miguel moaned hoarsely with the conquest, his voice full of a mixture of possession and longing.
"-You grab my fingers so well, so perfect, (Y/N)." He adjusted the camera to capture the explicit view of his fingers plunging into his wet, needy grip, capturing your moans and expressions of pleasure.
"-This pussy is mine to fuck, stretch and claim as mine." -Miguel couldn't help but let out a low grunt of satisfaction as he felt his walls tighten around his fingers.
"-You're mine, bitch" -Miguel hissed smiling cocky between fleshy lips. "-This pussy belongs to me, and I'm going to fuck you until you're throbbing and dripping with my cum. You're my little pleasure angel, my only."
Miguel's eyes maintained a fierce dominance as he continued to work your pussy with his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to coming in his fingers.
"-You're doing so well, mi niño bonito, keep moaning for me, show them, look at the camera and show the world how much you love being fucked by your cowboy husband."
As you begged for his cock, he couldn't hold back any longer. Growling in need, Miguel pulled his fingers from your throbbing pussy, his gaze dark with primal desire as he positioned himself behind you, the head of his thick and huge cock, pressing against your entrance.
"-Damn, mi cielito, you want my cock so bad, don't you? You want to feel me filling your tight pussy, stretching you like hell."
In one smooth movement, Miguel entered you, burying himself deep in your eager heat. The intensity of the sensation had him letting out a low, throaty moan as he filled you completely.
"-You are mine, my angel" -Miguel spoke dominantly and with a hoarse voice in your ear, his hot and irregular breath tickling your senses, his hips starting to move with a deep and relentless rhythm.
"-I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore. And you want that, don't you? You're my good boy, my devoted whore, and I'm going to use you for my pleasure." -Miguel held the camera in one hand, capturing the on-screen view of his cock thrusting into you, the sound of skin hitting skin permeating the room. He couldn't help but lose himself in the raw pleasure, his thrusts becoming faster and desperate.
"-Sí, mi putito. Eres mío. Your body belongs to me" Miguel gripped your hips firmly, his movements becoming even more intense and possessive.
"-Let them hear how much you want my dick, how you love being fucked by me, you cowboy, you love having my dick inside that naughty pussy of yours don't you? Fuck (Y/N) you're a fucking one prostitute."
His thrusts grew harder and faster, the sound of his moans filling the room. Miguel couldn't contain himself any longer. He could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure in his body peaking.
"-I'm going to fill you up, mi amor and You're going to take every drop of my cum right inside you, you're going to love it mi carinõ."
His thrusts became stronger and more urgent, each one taking him closer to release. The feel of your pussy pulsing around him only heightened his pleasure.
Miguel could feel himself reaching the precipice, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With one final deep thrust, Miguel let out a guttural groan as he released his hot load deep inside you, filling you with his essence. Your body shuddered with pleasure as he emptied himself, his release marking you as his once more.
"-You are mine, mi vida", he whispered, with irregular breathing as he held you and the cell phone tightly "-I marked you, made you completely mine, and now, the whole world will be able to see your submission to me, and how your pussy belongs to me."
You thought it wouldn't work, even forgetting about such a post in a week, but soon Miguel decides to check it seeing that it got 400 thousand views monetizing quickly, to the joy and shock of your husband and you, but that's where the journey begins of you for this world.
★𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 - who wears a black balaclava when he needs to appear to suck your pussy, lifting the black fabric slightly as the camera was positioned a little distance from you, showing your naked body and Miguel's, the muscles of the Mexican and O'Hara's hard cock dripping onto your floor as he ran his tongue over your pussy and clit, making you moan loud and needy.
★𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 - who positions the best angle to show your pussy being fingered by his two thick fingers, while holding your neck and going to your breasts and squeezing hard, making you moan sweet and submissive as he pulls you praised.
"-Yes my boy, good boy, take my fingers in that tight pussy of yours and cum on my fingers, cum soon..."
★𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 - Who makes you come over and over again, until you're a shivering, overstimulated mess beneath him, with your aching clit and cunt glistening from your juices, as he smiles cocky and captures your trembling body on camera , recording your beautiful reactions as he made you suck on his fingers, wet with your own fluids.
"-Yes suck like a good boy, such a pretty mouth for me, you're so fucking handsome (Y/N), my handsome and submissive husband."
★𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 - Who always makes a point of sucking you first, passing his tongue over your clitoris and trying to stick the tip inside your pussy, teasing your sensitive flesh while recording you, exposing his tongue and Miguel's half-covered face between your legs, giving you a quick kiss on your clit with a smirk between his fangs continuing the attack on your sensitive area.
★𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 - Who after recording the foreplay will make you ride him for some couple videos of you, he will literally write in the title -"Save the horse, ride the Cowboy" with you riding him, with your cowboy husband... dressed as a cowboy, as your pussy was stretched to his thick length on camera, and he spread your ass cheeks even wider to show the camera your beautiful pussy milking his cock while you both moaned on tape and Miguel would slap your ass forcing you to ride faster.
"-Fuck my boy, keep it up, mount me like the good bitch you are and milk every drop of sperm from your husband" -Miguel said smiling giving you a strong slap on the ass while he smiled cocky with your reactions above him.
★𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 - Who loves shooting porn videos with you Totally cute for him, he thinks it's so cute when you wear his favorite outfit for seconds later he literally rips the fabric while fucking you senseless and your pussy juices fall slightly on the camera that was below you, he doesn't particularly mind re-recording with you, you are his submissive husband and he will love to eat your pussy until you can't even talk anymore from so much pain in your throat, just moaning his name.
★𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 - Who loves to record your pretty face sucking his dick, while you gasped to hold the 23 centimeters long of his dick in your tight mouth, he moaned and threw his head back, holding the camera with his left hand and with his right guided your head, praising you for looking so beautiful choking on his dick like that.
"-Yes mi angelito, keep rolling your tongue around my cock, you are so beautiful (Y/N), my good boy, my cute husband, my naughty little bitch desperate for cock, smile while you suck me, you look beautiful like this on camera , I want to get your best angle."
★𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 - Who fucks you in every possible position, in every hole you leave too, your husband Miguel got even more libido after you started recording porn videos, so be prepared, if you let him fuck your ass, pussy, mouth, hands, breasts (if you still have them), between your thighs, even if he masturbates and cums on your stomach, he will endure 5 rounds in a row, just pausing to see if the recording was good and if you're fine, giving you kisses and hydrating you with water.
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