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Thanks for this, @beatlebabe1996 and thank you so much for your patience.

Five things that make me happy? 1) Reading people's fics, and leaving comments - it's something I keep wanting to do more often, and every time that I do it, it just makes me feel good

2) Visiting museums

3) Talking to people and learning about them

4) Anything related to Loki, be it the character from the MCU or the Norse god of Mischief. He always makes me joyful

5) Music!!! There are songs like Due Lipa's "Levitating" or Shawn Mendes's "There's Nothing Holding Me Back" or Taylor Swift's "Paper Rings" that just make me smile no matter what. I just can't help it.

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Thank you so much, @beatlebabe1996! I truly appreciate your kind words, I honestly can't thank you enough for all your positivity and patience

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Hello there my dear! I loved the Michael Corleone request you did for me <3<3 Thank you again so much! I hate to be a pest, but could I possibly request a NSFW or implied NSFW imagine for Michael again? Like where the reader is feeling insecure about her figure when they go out and then Michael reassures her when they get home :)

i got writerblocked pretty hard-- anyways, i hope i did it some justice

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰. 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cunnilingus, smut

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃. Do me a favor and DO NOT read adult content if you’re a minor. <3

Recently wed Michael Corleone definitely spoiled you. A marriage to the powerful Don granted endless privileges, starting with fancy trips during your honeymoon, ambrosian breakfasts while presented with picturesque landscapes, and luxurious clothes.

However, the last item didn't give you butterflies on your stomach as pleasant moments did. The price of the clothes didn't matter when you couldn't look at yourself in the mirror with the same gleam your husband looked at you.

Since the lingerie set you received from your friends put you in a self-conscious mood, you chose a timid nightdress. And still, you weren't content with the way your reflection presented itself in the mirror.

Tears left their traces on either side of your cheeks and Michael entered the room in time to see your upset exterior. He had an idea of your insecurities but it was your honeymoon — he has to make you feel loved in every way.

Noticing his presence, you reached out to dry the persistent tears but his hands held your wrists just in time. Michael pulled you into his arms, staring at your reflection with intense brown eyes.

"There's something about you that intoxicates me." Lascivious kisses were placed on your neck and he continued, "you're like a goddess, enchanting and powerful."

He turned you around with ease to look directly into your eyes, as if he asked for permission to taste your poison. Granting him the blessing, you were the first to make a move by pressing your lips to his. Your husband always chose the right words to make you feel like a precious gem and in need.

Your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. "Touch me," you begged. "Touch me, Michael."

His hand pulled down your nightdress just so your nipples hardened to the lack of coverage. Michael massaged your soft chest and pinched the sensitive bud, causing you to let out a sigh of delight.

The sound seemed to please your husband — he lowered himself to the point his tongue could easily toy with your nipple and lapped at it until it was hard and wet with his saliva.

Feeling yourself fall even further into the bliss, you got rid of your nightdress and pulled your husband into a feverish kiss — his hands touching every inch of your body without any restraints and you melted under his ministrations.

Michael pulled you into his lap and carried you to the verge of the bed, undressing you from the drenched underwear. A million things may have gone through his mind at that moment but the closest definition to the sight of his wife — you, so damn wet for him, was heavenly.

"Beautiful," he whispered. The next second, his tongue came in contact with the swollen bud, your legs being held apart by his arms around it. You felt your nerves being set on fire, which is funny because everything felt so damn wet down there.

Michael seemed to know exactly were to touch and how to please you. Every time his tongue circled your clit, you were dragged even closer to your orgasm. Glancing at the head between your legs you could see the disheveled hair thanks to your fingers pulling it. And yet, your husband couldn't care less about getting messy.

He inserted two digits inside you, continuing to stimulate the sensitive button with his tongue. You could feel your interior contracting continuously as you approached your climax. "Michael--!!"

You convulsed around his fingers, crying out his name and feeling a wave of pleasure reaching every nerve on your body. The orgasm glistened on his face as Michael carefully brought you down from your high by slowing fingering you until it turned out overwhelming.

You collapsed against the sheets, breathing heavily. Everything was so hot. Before you could repay the pleasure, Michael stopped your hands from going further. "This is about you tonight. Let me show you how beautiful you are."

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i have connected the dots…

“you didn’t connect shit”

I’ve connected them

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Hi lovely! I answered this here but Imma go for five more things because why not, so:

1. A good cup of coffee

2. Good times with friends and family

3. Shooting stars!!

4. Reading a good book/story just before bed

5. Playing video games in the evening ✨

Thank you for asking love 💕💕💕

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ahhhh thank you bb :) i love you!! 

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Ahhh ILY SO MUCH THANK YOU! @beatlebabe1996

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Ooh thank you!!!!

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Commodus x Plus size reader HC

@1reblogger @emperorcommodus here your request, please enjoy^^

Commodus never truly had a plus size woman in his close surroundings. Mostly because beauty standards for the elite were rather complicated. White skin, wide hips and thighs but a small breast and belly, which to his mind was a bit opposite to each other.

So, when he met you he was amazed. Not in any bad or perverted way of course. He would simply be blown away by such beauty. Your curves like the waves of the ocean he loved so much; your soft skin that seemed the most pleasing to caress…to lay his head on.

You were like a Greek goddess to him and it made him feel even more like Hercules, blessed by the gods.

It was rather simple, the moment he would see you, his eyes would shine and he could get shy like a young boy with his crush. He didn’t make any assumptions about your lifestyle, he simply adored you before even talking to you.

You had to admit you were surprised by his interest, you liked your own body but sometimes it made you uncomfortable by people’s glances and whispers. Commodus was the first to make you feel like a goddess indeed, proud of your body.

Commodus would make sure to make you comfortable. He would have the most beautiful clothes made for you, outlining your wonderful curves, and have statues. He had completely fallen for you.

Once you were married, on your wedding night, you would be a little nervous. Fearing he might not like your body so much. Sometimes you felt ashamed of your stretch marks, your belly pouch and love handles. Commodus would look at you so fondly as he undresses you.

He wouldn’t see anything ugly in you. Your curves made you unique, he would say. “Those marks…” his fingers would trace you stretch marks “ You were blessed by the thunderbolts of Jupiter…it is beautiful.” he would smile, totally making you forget your worries.

As you would make love for the first time, he would lovingly grab your love handles “They are not called love handles for nothing…” he would breathe against your lips. And you would notice that Commodus himself would have little love handles as well, even your strong Hercules.

Commodus would love to rest his head between your breasts after a bad day, loving how big and soft it was, sometimes you teased him that he loved it more than a breastfed baby. He would also love to rest his head on your soft belly, his favorite cuddle position while you would caress his hair.

He was very proud of you and your body, the most magnificent of all to his eyes and over the years, he would get comfortable with a small belly forming on his body too, even better to cuddle between mortal gods.

Commodus Harem:

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House of Lust (part 20)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: blood, violence, sex.

Note: Last chapter! Thank you for supporting me and this story! I hope you liked it. I don't have free time, but I wrote a little every day. At least I post it hahaha! Love this community so much and my friends @darknessisafriend @galos-writing @beatlebabe1996 @missrockabilly99 and @five-miles-over a lot!

When he was a kid, he was alaways told that people used to be bad, but he had to be good. François didn't believe it. He thought everyone was good, at least in a little part. That made him an idealist.

He decided that, if people was bad, he could bring their good side out. He didn't want to be a God or anything, but a messenger for God. He wanted to have the power, in a minimal state, to forgive people sins and make them go to Heaven, not matter what they did.

He was a fervient catholic, and he was just a child when he decided to be a priest. The Revolution didn't stop him, and he arrived to Charenton. But his parents had to run away from France, and he was now in there, in the lake.

It's not that everything was his parents fault. He couldn't blame them for what happened in Charenton five years ago. That was his own fault. All of it. Because he had many chances to stop what was going to happen, to stop the Marquis and the consecuent Madeline's death. But he couldn't.

But after recovering, because yes, he was crazy at the time his friend and lover died in those horrible ways, he had the chance to be a free and normal man again. He felt away from God, but in his heart he wanted to be closer to Him again.

He then met you. He never thought he would fall in love in such a sick and surreal environment. But he did. He loved you. And still he felt closer to God again, not as a priest, but as a man who was full of hope. Who knew God would help him, even if everything that happened the last days was bad.

The thunder that hit the three was his salvation. God gave him an opportunity, the perfect moment, to escape from that place, that House of Lust. His whole body was trembling, soared from the beatings and the way the man was raping him moments before.

But he could run. The tree branch fell over the roof and killed a few persons. In other circumstances, he was in there for helping them, for cure their injures or give them the extreme unction.

But no. Those people deserved to die, to suffer, to cry and be scared. Because they were real demons.

But François never thought he would be facing the Devil himself at that lake. He knew he faced him before all days he was in there, tortured in physic and psychological ways. He also knew he had to protect you and protect Josephine.

But he never thought Odelle was so bad, so mind-twisted, so fucked up, until she pointed the gun to them and shot. She shot not having a clear target but with the idea of killing one of the three people she considered were finishing with her beloved House of Lust: her two sisters and that fucking priest.

The bullet traveled faster to them, even with the heavy rain falling around it. The wind was also strong, but it didn't stop the bullet to arrive to it's target.

A moment, not two, and the only thing that could be heard was silence. An awful silence after the gun's noise that came when the three of them didn't understand where did the bullet go. Until Josephine fell down, grabbing her stomach.

You kneeled next to her, grabbing her between your hands, crying in despair. François looked at you both in shock, thinking that Odelle was like Cain killing her own brother. Or in this case, her own sister, the girl who helped her with this crazy idea that the House of Lust was, but had a change inside of her and wanted to do things right.

"What have you done?!" You shouted, crying, holding your dying sister, who clinged onto you like if that could save her life.

"I did what I had to." Odelle answered, loading her gun again. She was jealous of you. But she was also jealous of Josephine. Because she was a good girl after all, who decided to get away from her in the name of an unrequited love.

François didn't think about anything while he ran faster than he could imagine and jumped on her to make her fall before she could shoot again.

He never hit anyone before Odelle. Never in his life, but one time when he grabbed Doctor Roger-Collard from the neck in front of the Abbé de Maupas, scaring him.

But now, his whole mind and body reacted, and while he was in top of her as he was before, it wasn't like in the House, as the moment he was fucking her. He hit her hard, one slap with his hand in her face.

She reacted too, and they started to fight in the ground. The water was falling over them while they kept struggling, groaning and doing everything they could to beat the other.

Odelle was strong. Her naked body was cold, but her blood was like the flames of the same Hell. And she was hitting him hard, scratching him and trying to get up to pick up the gun.

François was quick, but he didn't have any idea of how to fight someone. He never did it. He just moved his hands, knowing that somehow he was stronger. But in fact, he really wasn't. He was all bruised and soared. And he had no resistence by now.

He was actually fighting for his life. And yours. By now Odelle was a mess like him, covered in mud and some blood, trying to escape from him. But something grew inside of him and he kept her in the ground, her face almost in the water, almost drawning.

"Please..." She begged. "Please... stop, Abbé..."

Those words were a trigger. He was killing her. His whole body on top of her, keeping her down while his hands kept her head in the ground, a beastfull groaning coming constantly from his troath. He was an animal. The animal he fought to leave behind in that cell in Charenton. The one who was blamed for the Marquis' death. The one he thought had died.

His green eyes were covered of tears. He looked at Odelle, and saw the way his hand was taking her from the neck, so he released her. She started to cough while he got up and looked at her, the strong rain washing his mud covered face a little.

"Let us go, and I will not kill you."

"You are not like that, Abbé, are you? Of course you are. It was real that you killed the Mar---"

"Silence!" He raised his voice, breafly looking at you still holding Josephine, who was alive. "I'm not a murderer. I'm not like you. You shot your own sister, who loved you. Live with that."

He walked to you, but two or three steps after, Odelle ran and jumped to him, embracing him in a way they both fell to the lake. The Abbé heard you screaming, and then his ears were under the water.

She was trying to drown him. He felt water entering into his lungs. He felt pain. But he didn't surrender. He fought back, trying to make her fall. Until he felt a strong noise outside, like a canon.

It wasn't a canon. It was Odelle's gun, this time against her. She fell to the water, losing her strenght suddenly. She let go François, and he got up caughing, seeing you still pointing the gun to your sister.

Odelle looked at you in awe, blood running from her mouth. She smiled briefly before falling into the lake, dying happy. In her own mind, her last thought was on you finally doing something bad: killing someone.

François got out of the lake and hugged you. You were crying, Josephine still on the ground pressing her wound. None of you said nothing. Just looked at each other and went to sit beside you dying sister.

"Did you... Did you kill Odelle?" Jodephine asked, her voice a whisper.

"I had to." You answered, sobbing. "She would have killed us all."

"At least is just me." Your sister said, taking your hand and François'. "At least you'll be together, in love."

Josephine died slowly and peacefully with your hands in her own, knowing her little sister would be fine. She loved the young man, but she understood he loved you. And that made her happy.

François was breathing with pain. He was wounded, but his heart felt worse while seeing you crying over your sister's body. He took you by the shoulders and made you got up, slowly going out of the property.

You both ran as fast as you could. But rain was heavy, and with the mud it was even difficult to walk. Suddenly you saw a carriage and François ran to it, moving his arms to catch the driver's attention. The man stopped the horse and looked at you worried, enough to let you go with him to his farm.

The morning came fast and François found himself embracing you, both lyind down into grass bales. You were sleeping with your face covered in mud and tears, inside a stable.

François felt a little guilty. Because of his arrival to the House of Lust, your sisters died, many people suffered and you were out ans away from everything you knew. But it wasn't his fault at all. He was in there because he got out of Charenton and received the letter...

The second letter! He remembered he had carried it with him all night, and he took it out of his pocket just to find it was fully erased because of the rain water and the lake.

"Shit." He said to himself, waking you up.

"What is it?" You asked, rubbing your eyes.

"When Josephine helped me while I was in the dungeon, she said my parents brought two letters with them. The first one is the one I received, that made me go to the Mansion. The second one was this."

"And what does it says?"

"I don't know. It's all erased."

You took it into your hands and looked at it slowly, with care. Then, you took his hand with emotion.

"This part is visible. Look!" You said, pointing at the final part of the expensive and still wet paper. You both read, until you did it in loud voice.

"Monsieur Aubin will give you... yours... good luck, son. Your par... love you so much..." You said, snorting. "Those missing parts are important?"

"I don't know. At least we have a name."

"Do you know him?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Robert Aubin. He was a friend of my father. Hopefully he's at home. We have to go to Paris and find him."

François got out and found the man who let you sleep in his stable working outiside. His name was Serge. He asked François if you wanted to eat something, and he agreed.

The man was old, like his wife. But they were good, hospitable and friendly, the complete opposition to the people of the House of Lust. They didn't have a bathroom, but they gave you both a tray with water to clean yourself.

The woman also gave you some clean clothes. They belonged to her and their son, who was part of Napoleon's army by now.

After thanking them the best you could, you decided to walk to Paris. It was a long way, and you arrived at sunset. François felt alive again, smiling after all. He was in Paris, a big city with a lot of people, who weren't so crazy as other he met at your home.

"You okay?" He asked, taking your hand.

"Yes. It's just... Strange to be outside my house without my sisters. Just... Just alone, free..."

You were really sad. But you also felt relief. You were actually free as you said. And you were with a man you loved, who cared for you, protected you and loved you back. You smiled a little, making him smile too.

You arrived to Monsieur Aubin by night. He was a rich man, so his butler opened the door when he recognized the Abbé de Coulmier. He let you in, seeing you from head to toes. You were clean, but those clothes weren't from people with money.

Aubin came downstairs and hugged François. He saluted you with kindness and called his housekeeper. She took you to a bedroom and gave you a dress that could fit you. After that, you accepted to take a bath in the large bathroom of the Mansion. You needed it.

The Mansion was very similar to yours, but smaller. You didn't got out of the bedroom, tho. You decided to wait François in there, seeing the expensive wooden furniture while you were lying in bed.

Coulmier found you sleeping, so he sat by your side, touching your hair. You were lovely. He wanted to tell you Aubin wanted you both to stay that night at his home. And he decided to go downstairs, but you woke up.

"Hey." You said. "How did that go?"

"We can stay in here tonight. Do you want to eat something? They're making dinner."

"That would be nice." You said, taking his hand. He let it in your face, caressing it. "What did he tell you?"

"Well, he said my parents are in Spain, and he had a lot of money that's mine. They let it here. The thing is that Odelle never gave me the letter before. I just had to go to your home and take the second letter."

"But my sisters kept you in there because of that demonic week with their guests."

"Exactly. I wasn't going out of there alive, even if Odelle said I would be free. That's why she didn't gave me the letter. I would be out of the House of Lust before it even started."

You chatted more, and then you went downstairs to eat and talk with Monsieur Aubin. You talked about you, but you didn't mention your sisters and he didn't asked.

The man was nicer that anyone. He laughed a lot and made you smile after everything you're been through. You eat chicken with potatoes and he told you the direction of François' parents in Spain.

François explained that he wasn't a priest anymore until he could talk with the bishop. But he wasn't wrong when he also said he wanted to keep it that way, because he was in love with the girl who hosted him in her house.

Aubin said you looked lovely together, and that he hope you both could have a happy life, with children maybe, joking about marrying soon. He passed a hand into his grey hair and apologized for going to bed early. He was a lawyer and he had to work the next day.

You went to the bedroom together and hugged for a couple of minutes, sitting in the bed and looking at each other. You suddenly started to cry. You went through a lot in a few days: love, pain, death, sadness. But you were alive, with him.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, visible worry.

"I'm sorry for Josephine. But I'm happy I'm with you."

He approached to you slowly, with his eyes wet, and kissed you. The kiss went deeper as your hands caressed his handsome face. You both forgot for a moment everything that happened in the Mansion as he made you lie down in the bed.

He kissed your neck, making you gasp. A few moments latter you were taking off your clothes while kissing each other. He went on top of you, kissing you again, his fingers going all around your body. It was all happening faster as ever. And you both wanted it.

You carressed his soft skin until you felt his hard cock against you thighs. You took his hair and grabbed his dark locks. He entered you slowly, feeling how wet and ready you were to take him inside you, kissing and bitting your breasts.

You weren't fucking. You were making love. To any other person, you both would be crazy to do it after everything that happened. People had suffered. He was tortured. And a lot died, including your sisters.

But you had a moment now, to feel each other and show love. Any gasp, any moan, any sound you made was a sign of how you could forget everything and enjoy to be alive. You were losing your virginity, you were finally feelling as a woman, pleasure running all your body.

You left everything: your House, your belongings, your books, dresses and everything you had. Your family was dead. But the only thing you missed was Josephine. You cried a lot for her, and you knew you would cry a lot after.

But you were with the man you loved, knowing you would have a future with him. He wanted to go to Spain, as he expressed during dinner, and you accepted without hesitation. You didn't have anything more in France.

You wanted to know the world with him. You wanted to know his parents, to have a home and raise a family with him. He wanted the same.

"I love you, Y/N." Said he while thrusting. You climaxed clenching your fingers in his buttocks and he followed you soon after, his head in your chest to feel your heart, your fingers in his hair to calm him down.

"I love you too, Abbé." You said, as if that was a nickname. Maybe it was. He wasn't the man he was before. He forgot about Charenton, Madeline and the Marquis de Sade. Or at least, he promised to himself he would.

He had you. And soon, you would be out of France and away all the madness that followed you both. He was full of love, and he wanted to be happy after everything that happened the last years. He was a good man who deserved it, as you were a fantastic girl who also deserved a man like him: almost a saint who was corrupted.

God gave him another chance. He was kept in a cell for five years after loosing his friend and the girl he loved. He was innocent, idealist, joyful. By now he was another man, away from those things. But he was still a good person. And he wasn't crazy at all. He knew that everything he'd been through was like a test. And he passed it.

He was free as you: free from his chains, from his own mind, from bad people. He was free to do whatever he wanted, even to love you. He cried in your chest, embracing you strongly.

You were there, you were real, you were just like him. And he sweared he was going to be faithful to you. You deserved to be happy and he was going to take care of you more that his own life. You saved his after all.

Monsters were real; his friends, your family, and a lot of people you knew. You didn't mind about anything more, you knew nobody will look for you, it was always like if you didn't existed. By now you were together, out finally of the House of Lust. And you loved each other. Only God knew what would happen to you after. But you were certain it would be a good, happy life.

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[five-miles-over]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write maybe headcanons of how Commodus is with kids please? Thank you, you're an amazing writer ❤

Thank you so much for the compliment, anon. I hope you're doing well, and I sincerely appreciate your patience with me.

Commodus believes that children are the future of the empire, so he would take great measures to ensure them the brightest future possible

He would build schools accessible to his citizens, and hire the finest scholars as instructors and tutors for schools within the city.

If he ever found himself too busy (or uninterested) to personally look into the curricula of the schools, he would appoint someone - perhaps one of his former tutors - to look over things. Make sure that the students are teaching the right type of material (Greek, Latin, economics, history, and ethics)

As the emperor, Commodus would take a revolutionary step in opening the enrollment for schools to children of "low-birth". Some of them were born to illiterate parents, some were born to prostitutes, and some of them were born to poor citizens who could barely afford bread, let alone an education. Commodus even offered to use funds from the treasury to cover tuition for those whose familial income was insufficient. A need-based grant, if you will.

While this move earned Commodus great favor with the lower-class citizens and plebeians, the nobility and Senators were pissed

The nobility were upset about their children possibly integrating with those of lesser wealth, while the Senate continued to grumble about Commodus emptying the coffers of the empire's wealth.

When interacting with children, Commodus likes to place them on his lap, and talk to them as if they were adults with their own minds

He would keenly listen to their opinions and their questions, and do his best to respond to them.

Sometimes their questions would amuse him, like the time a child asked why most people have two eyes, two ears, but only one mouth

He would jokingly say that most people have a mouth big enough to fit two eyes and two ears.

Commodus might even be open to play-fighting with them, just like he does with his own nephew Prince Lucius. He'd encourage them to pretend to be legionnaires like Julius Caesar or Scipio Africanus, people who brought glory to the empire through victories on the battlefield

Commodus would also enjoy telling stories to children, like the story of Caesar's crossing of the Rubicon or of the journey of Aeneas in founding Rome.

And he would be unafraid to spoil them with sweets like honey-covered savillum (a type of cheese cake) and honey-coated dates. Commodus himself has a sweet tooth, so this is just another chance to share his indulgence with others.

Also, I have a personal headcanon that a few Roman girls (like about 5 or 6 years old) might have a teeny, tiny crush on the handsome emperor of Rome. It wouldn't be unlike little kids nowadays having a crush on a celebrity.

They would blush in his presence and shyly offer him flowers or pretty embroidery

Of course Commodus would thank them for their gifts, but also he would be very respectful. If they'd like it, he might hold their hand and take them (and their parents) for a stroll through the palace gardens.

He's aware that little children tend to have passing fancies, and that as an adult, it's his responsibility to be mature.

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[old-congratzams]

Hi there love! I was curious, do you write for Goodfellas? Like for Henry Hill (Ray Liotta)? If not that's no problem just figured I'd ask 😊

Hiii!

I did watch The Goodfellas but I don't remember much about it... I'll make sure to watch it again and bring more variety to the blog!!! ❤️❤️❤️🥺

Thank you for asking! I'll let you know once I open requests for it ❤️❤️

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