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gravesbf · 1 year

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So uhh, ghost, Alejandro and König right? Sexy. Speaking of those sexy men, could you do hc of them with their (gn plz) S/O who’s like, always horny? I’m talking like, all damn the time. If not, then have a nice day :)

this is so real

cw: vv brief mention of ghosts past (iykyk) + obvi nsfw

simon "ghost" riley:

☆ i think he'd be a little bit on the lower side libido wise just because of his past with sex, so having a partner that's always horny might make him a little nervous

☆ not necessarily bad nervous though, more so he's nervous that he can't give you what you want. he always looks for ways to please you before himself

☆ 100% a head giver, he's nervous about everything else besides his oral skills ‼️ he gets to work any chance you give him a look

☆ def a thigh grinder though, both ways. his thighs are always free for you without much asking, he might even pull you onto him if you're obvious enough

alejandro vargas:

☆ higher libido than avg, but not nearly as high as you. he's always ready to go though almost all the time

☆ def the type to notice and not say anything though, he might even do the big goofy smile to himself if you start not being able to pay attention during certain things

☆ ass man alejandro agendaa, he's always purposefully being obvious with his staring so you know

☆ does the arms around the waist hug just so he can get handsy without being questioned, says the hard thing against your back is his gun sm 😿

könig:

☆ anxious and horny all the time too, especially when he's right back from a mission. he's pent up and nervous to say anything

☆ matches your sex drive a lot, you just have to start it most of the time unless his anxiety is mild that day. he likes to be ridden imo btw

☆ unironically always hard though, have you seen him?? guaranteed that he'll accept help for his problem all the time, it hass to be painful dude

☆ ranges from soft to rough though, it depends on what you're in the mood for. he accommodates very well :3

#mw2 x reader #mwii x reader #cod x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro x reader smut #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #könig x reader smut #asks #wolfe.req #i think i got lazy at the end but its nmf im cramping 💔💔

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omenics · 8 months

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Hello! I think your Carmilla writing was really nice and was wondering if you could do a request for Alucard, where the reader was also there to help beat his father but stayed behind with him for support etc., a soft romantic relationship would be lovely.

Thank you and don't feel pressured to write this.

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄.

› ..tender moments with your beloved. — sorry this took so long! but here it is. written with fem reader in mind, but written as gn. lmk if i missed anything/used gendered terms for reader!

“It’s late.”

“Vampires don’t need to sleep.” His voice was quiet. Soft. The fire roared beside him, but your night clothes were thin, and even with the flames you shivered.

“You are not a full vampire,” you stated. “You can enjoy the simple luxuries that sleep offers. Come to bed.”

Your final words came close to a plea, a beg, to which he sighed at. He could not refuse such a simple offer, especially not from you as you stood in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him carefully. He would not hurt you, you knew this, but you watched him. You watched his slight movements and twitches, watched his chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. God, he was perfect. Even in the tranquil time of twelve o’clock with dishevelled hair and tired eyes, he was perfect.

He was silent for a while, wood crackling to fill the void.

“Okay,” he said, and he stood. The book in his pale hands shut, and his gaze lingered on the fireplace before he turned to you. His frame was illuminated in an orange light, twinkled with gold that pronounced his blond hair, and his features.

A smile played at your lips, corners twitching up as you moved towards him, taking his pale hands in yours. They were cold, or colder than most. But they were still steady, and you held them with a familiar touch. Your thumbs swiped across the back of his hands, caressing the pale skin as your eyes darted up to his. “Good.” You said, smiling. “Come, the bed had gotten cold. I will need someone to warm me,” you joked, and he let out a breath. A soft smile, different to your coy grin made its way to his face before he shook his head at you.

“Ah, I see.” Adrian mused. “You only wish for me to be a bedwarmer. How hurt am I.” You chuckled at his words, laugh quiet. Your shoulders shook slightly, and your grin grew.

“Precisely. Now come, my love. Join me.” And he did, leaving the hearth of the fire and into a cold, cold bed waiting minute by minute to be warmed by two lovesick idiots.

#› ..signature spells !#guys i posted smth finally #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #adrian x reader #castlevania x reader #alucard castlevania x reader #alucard tepes x reader #alucard tepes #alucard castlevania #adrian tepes #castlevania imagine #alucard imagine #castlevania #idk what else to tag for real #idk if i like the ending but i wrote this in a span of an hour 💔💔

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factual-fantasy · 2 months

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conceptsketchesconceptsketchesconceptsketches--

So after I patched up the Princesses a bit.. I realized that the Koopa family has its fair share of plot holes and redesign needs too.. Mostly in Kamek and Bowser--

So I took some time to doodle the koopa kids and experiment! I thought a lot about their body types, their biology, their sibling relationships and dynamics.. and though I still have a long ways to go, I think this was a nice start! :}}

#super mario bros #koopalings #kamek #bowser jr #Kamek's plot holes was what inspired this-#but I ended up drawing the koopalings more than him #whoops <XD #its okay these were fun anyways-#especially the interaction with Wendy and Roy #I think I wanna keep his “a total push over for my little sister” vibe :}}#maybe someday I can come back and line and color these #I feel like my sketches can be rather messy and are only comprehensible to me <XD💔

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okkalo · 3 months

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unfair questions

rindou x fem! reader

genre(s): fluff

“me or another girl, who are you choosing?” your question made rindou move his phone to the side to look at you with furrowed brows. he knew you liked to ask these questions that held consequences if he didn’t answer right. this one, however, was too easy for his liking.

“what the hell? you, obviously,” he answered, his lilac eyes scanning you suspiciously. you, however, just lay on his chest without giving any hints as to what your plan was.

“ok, but what if it’s a freaky friday situation?” you ask, resulting in rindou’s brows furrowing even further.

“what’s that?”

“like me and the girl swap bodies, so she’d have my body and i’d have hers,” you explained, watching as his head took the information in and tried to think of the best possible answer to appease you.

he opened his mouth but nothing came out as he began to realize there was no way he could answer this correctly. you couldn’t help but snort watching him struggle to come up with something, making him give you an upset look.

“stop,” he huffed, not liking being laughed at.

“stop what? answer the question,” you played innocent as you gave him a light nudge to gesture him to answer. he grumbled unrecognizable words at your continued act, moving his phone back to where it covered your presence resting on his chest.

“i hate these questions,” he mumbled, his thumb going back to scrolling through his phone.

“so, you would take the other girl instead?” you asked, voice accusatory—something he hated hearing since it was always associated with your dumb questions.

“i might if you keep asking me dumb questions,” he answered offhandedly, drawing an offended gasp from you. before you could even say something about it, however, rindou was quick to push the back of your head so that you were now smushed onto his chest. “stop trying to start drama; you’re worse than ran.”

he made sure to keep you pressed against his chest, despite your struggles to retaliate at him. though, could you really complain with such a breathtaking sight in front of you?

unedited. thank you for reading!

#struggled to even post this bc it’s just so bad #like i don’t know #but i needed to get smth out 💔#don’t mind the ending i’m so #anyways hope u guys enjoyed…#rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo rev drabbles

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eulaties · 6 months

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im so proud of adachitoka honestly like this is HUGE. they created such a beautiful story for us and im so glad i got to witness their journey 🥹💗

#BUT ALSO WDYM WE HAVE AN ACTUAL END DATE NOW 💔💔💔#noragami #my thoughts #eulaties

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estinesstories · 1 month

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𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓴 𝓘𝓽, 𝓟𝓲𝓰. 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1-2

𝙃𝙖𝙯𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙃𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙭 𝙁!𝙋𝙞𝙢𝙥!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙑𝙖𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 💗

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙢𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧/𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙭, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤.

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙗 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙣�� 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙑𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝘼𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙍—𝙥𝙚.

(𝙃𝘼𝙕𝘽𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙇 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙑𝙄𝙑𝙕𝙔𝙋𝙊𝙋! 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙂𝙊 𝙏𝙊 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚! 𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 💗)

You tapped your foot impatiently as you waited for the demon at the front desk. It had been thirty minutes, thirty minutes since you were supposed to meet Valentino for direction issues. You growled to yourself as both your arms and legs were crossed, your ermine coat sagging on your shoulders and showing your gold chains and velvet dress. Your star glasses rested softly the bridge of your nose as you looked around the room. Pulling out a cigarette, you lit it and watched as the demon at the front desk tapped away at her computer. Finally, the door in front of you that led to the hallway to the studio opened, revealing Val in all his glory. He smiled evilly at you through his glasses while you glared at him. He took a drag of his own cigarette as he watched yours hang from your mouth.

“Y/n! Good to see you again~.” He slurred your way, watching as you stood up and strutted over to him with narrowed, pink eyes.

“Your lucky I didn’t leave, ya fuckin’ lump.” You growled at him as you walked past.

You’ve never liked Valentino. You were aware he abused his cast members and employees, so you tried your best to stay away from him. You didn’t need him anyways, you were the biggest pimp/porn director in hell! It helped a lot that you were half-hellborn, so you could travel to all of the rings and make videos for everyone. You were also friends with Asmodeus, who gave you plenty of tips and tricks. He also taught you that list should be enjoyed and never forced, and that it’s an art. Which was specifically why you and him alike hated who Val was and what he did. He was just lucky Ozzie couldn’t travel to the Pride ring, or else Val wouldn’t have a career anymore, let alone a life. The only reason you were teaming with him for this was because you his movie meant really good money.

Val glared at you as you walked in, but held his tongue for the money. As you entered the studio, you looked around at the actors and crew members. All of them looked rather… on edge. You furrowed your brows, but ignored it.

“So, where’s the star?” You huffed as you looked around the room, multiple large, buff sinners as well as tiny petite, skinny ones as well. Val seemed to be searching as well for a moment before growling and turning to you with a very forced smile.

“One moment.” He seethed before stomping off to a door on the other side of the room. You quickly glared at him and stopped his movement. Her stopped dead in his tracks and cold sweated as he heard your heels walk up behind him.

“I’m gonna get ‘em y’ abusive prick.” You whispered to him, making sure no one else could hear as they worked. “Go back t’ yer fucking chair.”

You heard him scurry off as you softly knocked on the door that read Angel Dust at the top, golden plate. Moments late, a hesitant “come in,” came from inside. You gently open the door, having to duck your head as to not hit it as well as your horns on the top of the frame. You smiled at the sinner in front of you, a white, demon, spider boy in a red velvet robe. He looked at you with wide eyes.

“Hey, darlin’,” you cooed as you strutted up to him, subconsciously swaying your hips. You took note of his funny expression. “Are you my star?”

“Who are you?” He inquired, turning in his chair to actually look at you.

“I’m y’ new co-director, doll!” You cheered. “Whenever yer ready, come on out. We’ll wait for you.”

Angel looked utterly confused as you twiddled your fingers his way as if to say goodbye before walking out of the room and back over to Valentino who sat impatiently in his chair. You sat in the one next to it leaned back.

“If I ever find out you hurt another one o’ yer workers, girls or boys, I will rip your limp dick off of your bald balls and chop it in half, and then I’ll shove one half up your ass and see it shut. The other half will go in your throat, and then I’ll see that up too.” You threatened him in a low voice, not looking at him in the eyes. You just heard his breath hitch for a moment before Angel’s door opened, revealing him in nothing but black leather boots. You snatched the script from the table beside you and looked over the first scene. You turned to Valentino with a snarl.

“Are you kidding me? The main subject is gonna be some random robbery rape? No one’s gonna like that shit.” You whispered at him. He huffed at you with crossed arms.

“Fine then. You direct it if you’re so full of it.” He seethed. You scoffed at him but stood and walked over to Angel and the group of large sinners.

“We’re changin’ the script up a bit, fellas.” You took a huffed of smoke and blew it down and away from their faces, something that made them raise a brow.

“Who the fuck are you, bitch?” One of the bigger demons rasped out. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I’m Y/n, owner of Star Streaks. And your new director, since your old one,” you growled out, glancing back at Val, who was glued to his phone. “Is a bit busy at the moment.”

Their eyes widened at your names, and they all immediately shut up. Your eyes finally landed to Angel with a sweet smile as you looked down at him. “We took out the rape-y-aspect of it, darlin’, don’t worry about it.”

Angel’s eyes seemed to soften slightly till you finally looked back to the others. “Alright, here’s the new script,” you snapped your fingers, making each of their hands hold a packet of papers. “I’ll give you an hour to memorize it. Now, I’m gonna order everyone some bloodbaths from Frazzola’s!”

Before they could say anything, you walked off and pulled your phone out, failing the bakery. “Aye, Baldi,” you turned to Valentino, who looked like he was having the worst day ever. He gave you a half-assed glance. “How many people are workin’ on this right now? Cast and everything.

“Uh, like, I don’t know, forty?” He sighed with a rose brow. You smiled at him and walked off, listening to the cheerful woman answer the call.

You watched carefully as the sex scene finally took place. Suddenly, your phone vibrated on your lap. You picked it up and looked at the name, your assistant’s popping up on the screen. You showed Valentino and watched him silently nod. You exited the room quietly and stood outside to pick up the call. A few seconds later, a blonde woman you knew as the princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar, walked up to the door to the studio. Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me for a moment, Honey.” You whispered to her, looking to Charlie again. “Princess Charlie! What a lovely surprise.”

Charlie seemed startled by your voice before widening her eyes at you. “Y/n Star? Woah, I didn’t know angel works for you too!”

You chuckled at her and smiled sweetly at her excitement. “Oh no, honey. I’m just his co-director. Speaking of, make sure yer quiet when you go in, their recordin’.”

She nodded at you silently before entering the room. You then unmuted yourself and apologized to Honey for having to hold on her.

As you were talking with Honey about statistics, which quickly just turned into how excited she was that she was pregnant with her dear wife’s baby, it was a few minutes after Charlie went into the room, and you heard crackling and screams coming from the room. You also noticed an orange hue illuminated under the door. Soon, smoke poured out of the door, and the screaming stopped. Your brows furrowed.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry darlin’ I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I think there’s a fire in the studio.” You hurried out and hung up before whipping open the door. Behind it, stood charred equipment that had been knocked over, as well as multiple workers and actors sprawled all over the room, terrified expressions on their faces. It didn’t help that you looked furious. You searched the room and landed your eyes on Charlie, who looked more scared than anyone there. You frowned and looked at her worriedly. “What the fuck happened in here? Are you okay?” You put a hand on her shoulder, but she didn’t speak. You turned to the rest of the sinners and demons in there room. “Is everyone okay?”

You got multiple nods and “yeah”’s from everyone, making you sigh in relief. Suddenly, you realized you couldn’t find the two most important people of the movie in the room, Angel Dust and Valentino. You seethed, angrily storming to Angel’s room and slamming open the door so hard it causes the handle to get stuck in the wall. Valentino whips his head up to look at you, and all color leaves his expression as you slowly looked down to Angel Dust, who was crumbled up on the floor in pain, and held a black bruise on his eye. You were absolutely fuming. Angel looks at you with a painful expression, tears just barely brimming his eyes. You looked back up to Valentino. You stepped over Angel and towards Val.

“Angel, go get Charlie and leave. Tell ‘er you ain’t comin’ back ‘ere. And remember not to be mad at her, be mad at this little cunt sucker.” You growled, never taking your wild eyes off of the abuser. He said nothing, and only left. You ripped the door out of the wall and slammed it shut. “Are you FUCKIN’ KIDDING ME!?”

“W-wait, Y/n! Please, it was an accident-“ He stuttered, backing up as you stepped closer. You growled as he finally fell back onto the couch in his room.

“Fuckin’ accident my ASS, you SHIT DICK BITCH!” You screamed in his face before slapping him hard across the face. The hit caused him to fall to the side, but you caught him by the throat before he could go very far and slammed him back into the wall behind the couch. “What’d I tell you!? WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU!? I TOLD YOU IF I CAUGHT YOU DOIN’ THAT FUCKIN’ SHIT I WAS GONNA FUCK YOU UP, RIGHT!? IS THAT WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO DO TO YOU!?”

You slammed a flat palm onto Val’s crotch, causing him to let out a mangled mix between a pleasured moan and a pained grunt. You narrowed your eyes at him in disgust as he looked at you with wide, lustful eyes. Your grip on his neck tightened, causing his top hands to grasp your forearm weakly, his bottom hands spreading flatly onto the back of the couch to hold himself up.

“You, are fuckin’ disgustin’. You’re the sluttiest, bitchiest, most insecure, insufferable piece of pimp trash I have ever had the torment of meeting. You’re lucky that I have a lick of damn sense, or I’d rip that hard little mealworm you call a cock into pieces. I know that you own Angel’s soul. Give me that contract or I’ll still consider your damn punishment.” And with that, you let go of him. He panted and quickly snapped his fingers, the golden contract appearing before your eyes. You snatched it and glared at him before storming out of the room. You turned to the sinners who were still left in the room, an apologetic look crossing your features. “I am so sorry t’ all of ya, y’all can go take the rest of the week off, and I’ll make sure to give you all your paychecks by Tuesday.”

Soon, everyone left, and you stepped out of the room left with a closed eye sigh. Your index and thumb were rested on the bridge of your nose as well as your hand on your hip as you felt a headache coming along.

“Uh, Miss Star?” You were startled at the name, whipping your head to the side to find Charlie and Angel seeming to wait for you outside the room. They stepped up to you when you softened your gaze. Charlie smiled sadly at you, while Angel just kinda looked sad.

“Oh, what is it sweet heart?” You asked tiredly, leaning down a bit to talk to them both. Charlie looked over to Angel and nudged him towards you encouragingly. He sighed.

“Thank you. Thank you so much fer helpin’ us,” his voice cracked, and he sounded like he was about to cry. Your frowned at him. “Fer helpin’ me.”

You smiled gently at him and looked in between the two. “Can I give y’all a hug?”

Charlie looked ecstatic, while Angel rose a brow, but you pulled them both in for the most genuine, comforting hug either of them had ever felt, like that of a mother. They both relaxed into your embrace for a moment before you suddenly remembered. “Oh! Angel, I forgot.”

The then snapped, the contract the sinner had signed appearing in front of all of them. Angel’s eyes widened, tears brimming them yet again.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered and grabbed the paper, before you set it into cold flames, causing him to jump.

“You’re free now Angel, no more abuse, and no more pornos unless that’s what y’ want.” You spoke softly, placing a hand on his shoulder with a smile as he turned to look at you. Suddenly, he rushed to take you in a tight hug, leaving you surprised. But your gaze soon softened at him.

“Thank you…” he whispered, and you patted his back.

“Course, honey! Now, if you did wanna keep working, do not work for that man. If you want, I’ve got an open spot for actor. No contracts needed, tons of friendly demons, loads of breaks, and you can totally quit whenever. But I do understand if you don’t wanna keep the business. Just make sure you call me if you want the gig!” You gleamed at him, giving him your card as you started to walk down the hall to the elevator. “Or, you can just call me! I’ll be happy to talk whenever! Love you, kids!”

And with that, you left, strutting iconically down the hall and leaving the two staring at you in shock.

“Oh, she’s definitely my new idol.” Angel mumbled.

“Uh huh.” Charlie answered.

𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙉𝙀!! 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙤! 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨! 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 💗🫶

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox #vox x reader #spotify #requests open #fanfic #charlie morningstar #angst with a happy ending #angel dust #valentino #FUCK YOU VALENTINO 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕#feeling bad I left honey on a cliff hanger 💔💔💔

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its-de · 28 days

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Something i absolutely adore about him is how expressive he is.

Even when he goes non-verbal, you can easily tell what he's feeling from his facial expression.

#THE SAD SMILE IN THE END 😭💔#love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #♡

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lampochkaart · 3 months

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For me, the most tragic aspect of Gonta's character is that he is the one who insults himself the most. Others, of course, do not dissuade him, but still the person who tells Gonta the most of nasty things is himself. The person who treats him most cruelly is himself. No matter what happens, Gonta always blames himself. And I think it's absolutely heartbreaking💔

#my art #artists on tumblr #art #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #drv3 gonta #gonta gokuhara #gonta gokuhara week 2024 #gonta gokuhara week #gontagokuharaweek2024 #drv3 spoilers #trial 4 gonta's voice acting is so HEARTBREAKING #near the end he doesn't even try to defend himself he's just standing there and crying #oh chapter 4.....😭💔

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yoisami · 6 months

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tags. nanami kento x gn!reader, fluff, 0.6k wc, the nanami brainrot is so real, mentions of food (tiramisu), established relationship, reader is bad at baking lmfao, not proofread, nanami i miss you :(

“i think the tiramisu’s good to eat now.”

nanami’s gaze travels to where you are in the apartment—you’re rinsing dinner plates and bowls under a running faucet, with sleeves rolled up to your elbows and yellow rubber gloves that reached the middle of your forearm. it’s wednesday, and today, you’re on dishwashing duty.

“how many hours has it been?” closing his laptop gently, nanami rises from his chair as he walks over to your side of the kitchen. your head twists to read the analogue clock that is hung on the other side of the room before you make your estimate.

“probably seven? i put it in the fridge at two,” you hum, clearing the sink of any bubbles. nanami nods his head at you as he opens the fridge, but instead of taking the tiramisu out like you assumed he would, his head inclines slightly to the side, staring inside the refrigerator for a good minute before taking the dessert out. your brows furrow at his reaction.

“what?” you ask—no, you demand. the tone of your voice shifts the mood the ambience in the kitchen, and you sound oddly defensive—as if you’re trying to justify your wrongdoing, or more like, you know that your tiramisu failed to mimic the one in the online recipe.

“why does it look so...” nanami pauses, scrambling to find a word to describe the tiramisu that would save him from your indignant glare. “...unique?”

“kento, you know that the word ‘unique’ does not have a positive connotation to it,” you huff, tossing the gloves to the side as you wash your hands. “do you think it’s that ugly?”

perhaps the most fitting word for your tiramisu is wonky. ideally, according to the photo of the tiramisu in the recipe, the dessert should resemble the flatness of concrete pavement—yours is more like the paths you’d encounter on a mountain hike.

“it’s not ugly. just... unattractive,” he admits. however, he looks at you with such a comforting smile that it almost alleviates the weight of his honesty. you sigh.

“doesn’t that basically mean the same thing?”

“not necessarily. but it looks like it’ll taste good.”

“it better,” you mumbled, watching him insert a spoon into the dessert. what nanami has on his spoon could be described as a preview of what your attempt at the italian dessert would taste like—it’s a thin cut taken from the edge of the glass container, and he nearly looks hesitant to put the dessert into his mouth.

you punch his arm—he obviously doesn’t budge.

“good,” nanami mutters, nodding his head in approval. there’s a subtle look of relief on his face, because if the tiramisu had tasted differently, he knew that there would be a temporary frown on your lips, and it’d refuse to leave until he kisses you breathless.

“really?” your husband nods again as he scoops more of the dessert, gesturing you to open your mouth. your lips part, and you accept his spoon. the tiramisu doesn’t taste bad—in fact, you think it’s really good.

“this was a good recipe,” nanami smiles, feeding you some more as he watches your lips curve upward at the sweet taste. “save it, then you can make it again.”

“i will. help me make it next time—i feel like you’d be able to make it look prettier.”

“maybe,” he shrugs his shoulders, closing the space between the two of you with a gentle peck on your lips. “but it’s perfectly fine like this too.”

the liebestraum playing in the background becomes nothing but a tune that your thoughts are swaying to, and with nanami enclosing distance between you and him again, you reckon the tiramisu tastes better on his lips.