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umi-no-onnanoko · 5 months
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Paolo Sebastian Disney wedding dress
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spettriedemoni · 3 months
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Tramonti da casa mia.
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cucciolo89 · 4 days
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caffeacolazione · 2 years
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Rosaspina (la bella ddormentata)
La Belle au bois dormant
The Sleeping Beauty
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cuoresognante · 1 year
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Uscita dalla fabbrica di papà (dove ho trascorso un paio d'ore oggi pomeriggio dandogli una mano e facendogli compagnia) sono stata incantata dal tramonto sulla nostra montagna dormiente, la bella addormentata, era immersa in strisce di colore sfumate nel cielo, un vero incanto!
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ilovedisneyita · 2 years
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lepetitdragonvert · 2 years
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La Belle au Bois Dormant / The Sleeping Beauty
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princesssarisa · 11 months
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The Legend of Sleeping Beauty feels as if it was conceived as an original fantasy show for boys, but then the studio tacked on the Sleeping Beauty elements to try to attract girl viewers too. Because only about 5% of the show has anything to do with Sleeping Beauty!
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disney-world20 · 2 years
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La bella addormentata nel bosco❤️
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umi-no-onnanoko · 2 months
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cucciolo89 · 6 months
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ramblingoak · 1 year
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A Lil Somethin' Somethin', Chapter 1: The Gift
An anon prompt wanted Papa and Reader out to dinner...and vibrating panties.  Anon I’m sorry this got a little out of hand so there’s actually going to be four chapters...oops.
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Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader: Smut, Fluff, Vibrating Panties and Copia being a dork.  NSFW, 18+ only, MDNI.
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You were pretty sure the waiter knew what was going on. 
For one, you’d barely said a word the entire dinner.  You’d made plenty of noises, sure.  But forming actual words had been hard.  Copia’s hand would disappear into his pocket every time the waiter came over and you’d end up digging your nails into the tablecloth trying not to moan out loud as the vibrator in your panties would start buzzing again.  
Copia tried to take you out to dinner at least once a month, and this little Italian restaurant was his favorite.  Whenever the mood struck he’d text you the same stupid thing: ‘How about a little wine, dine and 69, eh tesoro?’.  You knew wherever he was he was laughing that dirty old man laugh of his.
This morning when he’d sent you that message you decided to take the afternoon off from your duties and take a little nap before you left for dinner.  You woke up when you felt your bed dip and you looked up to see Copia smiling at you.  He shuffled down to lay next to you, scooping his arms around your waist to pull you close.  You hummed and burrowed your face into his shirt, inhaling the scent of his cologne.
“Come sta la mia bella addormentata oggi?” (How is my sleeping beauty today?)  He started to press kisses into your hair and run his gloved hands up and down your back. Your t-shirt began to ride up and his hands slid lower to rub across the lace top of your panties.
“Mmm, I’m good now.” You turned your head to smile up at him.  He had removed his papal makeup, leaving just the black paint around his eyes and on his top lip.  You brought a hand up to trace your fingers along his lips and cheeks.  He playfully nipped at them and you giggled and poked his nose.  “Maybe a little hungry though?  I’ll get dressed and we can go.”
You started to crawl over him to get off the bed but he tightened his grip as you straddled his waist.  You sighed and lowered yourself so you were laying along his front and then you poked his nose again.  “Hard to get dressed if you don’t let me go, Papa.”
His hands moved down to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading your flesh.  You could feel his cock hardening through his pants and you smirked.  He groaned as you started to move your hips in small circles against him.  Ok, dinner could wait, you wanted his cock now.  You quickly sat up and reached down to unbuckle his belt but he grasped your hands and stopped you.
“Cara mia, I have something for you.  For you to wear tonight.”  You gave him a strange look but before you could ask what he meant he bucked his hips up and then toppled you over onto your back next to him on the bed.  He leaned over the side and came back with a small gift bag and a stupid grin on his face.  “Just a lil somethin’ somethin’.”  
You took the bag from him and rolled your eyes as his eyebrows bounced up and down.  You pulled a handful of tissue paper out and smooshed it into face, chuckling at his indignant squawk.  At the bottom of the bag was a lacey pair of panties, a vibrant blue like the sparkly jacket he wore on tour (and in the bedroom if you asked him very nicely).  When you reached in to lift them up you noticed a small tube in a pocket along the crotch. 
Did Papa get you vibrating panties?
They started buzzing and you squeaked and dropped them.  Copia slid over to straddle your waist, wiggling a small remote in his hand.
“What do you say, dolce, will you wear these for your Papa?”
You sighed and lifted the panties up again, eyeing the small vibrator.  It couldn’t be that bad, could it?  And you’d certainly done…stranger things with him.  You looked up at him and laughed when he started bouncing his eyebrows again.  “Alright alright.  I’ll wear them for you.”
Copia pumped a fist into the air and you covered your face with one of your hands.  You loved him so much your heart ached, but your Papa was a huge dork.
“Amore mio, sei così buono per me.” (My love, you are so good to me.)  Copia moved off of you and stood up, setting the remote on the nightstand and then he reached his hands out for yours, pulling you up to sit on the edge of the bed.  He dropped onto his knees in front of you and set his hands on your knees to gently push them apart.  You gasped when they started to slide up your thighs and his fingers began to trace the edge of your panties.  His gloves always felt so good on your skin.
“Papa…”
“Shh amore, shh.”  His thumb started to drag along your covered cunt, pressing deeper with each pass until you could feel him pushing at your entrance.  You fell back onto your elbows and he slid his thumb up to rub against your clit, the wet silk smoothly gliding over you.  Copia pulled his hand away and smiled at you when you whimpered at the loss.  “Me lo rendi troppo facile.”  (You make it too easy for me.)
“Please, Papa.  Stop teasing.”  Copia smirked at you as he started to pull your underwear down your legs.  His hands came back up to rest on your knees and he slowly pushed them further apart while he gazed at your glistening cunt.  You watched as his tongue snuck out and he wet his lips.  
After a moment he reached over and pulled his gift from your hand and fiddled with the vibrator, then reached over to grab the remote.  He pressed one of the buttons and you heard the vibrator start to buzz.  His face broke out in a grin and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.
“Oh dolce, I haven’t even started teasing you.”
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Chapter 2
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l-incantatrice · 3 months
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Paola Cortellesi,inebriata dal successo del suo ultimo film,ha proposto di modificare le fiabe perché troppo maschiliste,a partire da Biancaneve che era costretta a fare la colf per i sette nani. Innanzitutto farei presente alla Cortellesi che il lavoro di domestica non è un lavoro umiliante e di serie B,perché tutti i lavori hanno la stessa dignità. Non tutte sono fortunate come lei,che è diventata famosa e ha un sacco di soldi; c’è chi per arrivare alla fine del mese deve fare lavori meno creativi e gratificanti. Inoltre Biancaneve si è offerta spontaneamente di accudire i sette nani in cambio della loro ospitalità e protezione. E poi il suo omicidio è stato ordinato da un’altra donna,la matrigna cattiva; ma il cacciatore,un uomo,impietosito ha deciso di risparmiarle la vita. Infine,quando Biancaneve muore mangiando la mela avvelenata,viene salvata dal Principe azzurro,un altro uomo. In poche parole la povera ragazza ha sofferto a causa di una donna ed è sempre stata salvata da uomini.E vogliamo parlare di Cenerentola? Anche lei maltrattata e vessata da altre donne,la matrigna e le sorellastre. Oppure la Bella addormentata ,vittima del maleficio di una fata cattiva,un’altra donna anche lei. Insomma la Cortellesi avrebbe fatto meglio a stare zitta
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ilovedisneyita · 2 years
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Filippo: Mi dispiace tanto, non volevo spaventarti.
Aurora: Non è questo, è... è solo che Voi siete un... un...
Filippo: ...un estraneo?
Aurora [annuisce]: mh mh!
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Filippo: Ma non ti ricordi? Ci siamo già conosciuti.
Aurora: Davvero?
Filippo: Ma sicuro! Lo hai detto tu stessa: nei tuoi sogni!
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