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wwewomenimagines · 2 years

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Work Stress

A/N: This is a G!P reader. Don't like? Don't read.

SMUT AHEAD

"That's a good girl, Mella."

Carmella had lost count how many times you had made her cum with just your mouth. She was incoherent to say the least, the only thing grounding her was the feeling of your hands intertwined as you feasted on her like she was your last meal.

Let's go back to the beginning.

Carmella was sat at home, drinking wine and enjoying one of her few days off, when she heard her phone ding. Thinking it was you, she happily went to respond when she saw that it wasn't you, it was Sonya, your best friend.

Sonya D.: Your girl is in a mood. Just a heads up. Vince ripped into her ass about her character arc.

Confused, Carmella went to reply only to be interrupted by a text from you. A text that made her thighs squeeze together.

Baby Daddy: I'm extremely stressed out. Can I come home and eat you out?

Baby Mama: Yes.

Which led her to the present, completely spread out and at your mercy. The second you walked in the door, you picked her up from the couch, threw her over your shoulder and marched to your shared bedroom.

"F-fuck I'm gonna cum again." You smirked against her cunt. "Go ahead. You cum as many times as you want baby."

She soaked your face with her cum but that didn't stop you. You kept feasting to the point where she had to let go of your hand to push your face away. You smirked and stood, taking your clothes off revealing your hard cock, making Carmella's mouth water.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet baby. I'm still stressed."

Carmella blushed as you kneeled in between her legs, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. She moaned at the taste of herself on your tongue, feeling you run the tip of your cock against her slit. She gasped at the feeling of being stretched out as you slid into her. You began with slow thrusts, groaning at the tightness surrounding you.

Carmella took the time to intertwine your fingers once more as her moans grew louder as your cock hit that special spot inside of her, making her see stars.

"Fuck Y/N! You feel so good!"

You grunted as your thrusts began to pick up speed. "Fuck Mella, it's like your pussy was made for me, princess. God, it's so good."

Carmella nodded, sweat and tears running down her face. She was cock drunk at this point, agreeing with anything and everything you were saying. "My pussy is yours daddy. I don't want anyone else."

You smirked and began thrusting at a breakneck pace, constantly hitting that spot inside of Carmella with precision.

Without warning, she squirted, soaking your cock and your thighs as her entire body shook. That set you off as you unloaded your seed deep inside of her. Carmella could only register that you were still holding her hands as you slid out of her, a mixture of your cum and her juices flowing out of her.

You mentally groaned at the sight as you went to lay next to her, pulling her into your embrace. She instantly melted into your hold as you kissed her head.

"So, so good for me baby." She whined at the praise and you decided that you two needed to clean up before she passed out on you so you gently picked her up and took her into your bathroom to shower.

As you got the shower ready and made her pee (always pee after sex you horny heathens), you sat her on the edge of the tub. She watched with droopy eyes as you moved around, grabbing her clothes (her favorite t-shirt of yours and a pair of your boxers), put towels in your towel warmer, going into your bedroom to quickly change the sheets before heading back into the bathroom to get her cleaned up.

In the shower, she wouldn't unglue herself from your side. You definitely didn't mind, loving when she got extremely clingy after sex. She was the definition of a pillow princess. You bathed her and yourself before getting out and wrapping the two of you in towels.

You took the liberty of doing her nighttime skincare routine for her, before getting her dressed and laying her in bed before going to get dressed yourself and airing out the room. She usually would complain about you not being near her but you wore her out so much that she didn't even care.

As soon as you got back into bed, she attached herself to your side. You smiled and kissed her forehead as she melted under your touch.

"Are you stress-free now?" You chuckled.

"Absolutely."

#carmella x reader #carmella imagine #wwe imagine #gp reader

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lesmiserabelles · 11 months

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girl what?????

#carmella enlightens us #imagine being this bad at reading?????#vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #descriptions in alt text

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sugar-stormer · 1 year

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i can't think of a caption that isn't gauche

#me #i never post pictures of myself here but i can't bring myself to delete my awkward teen pics #so whatever here's me now #imagine that one picture of carmella soprano with the tumblr post overlayed that's like #nothing is real. i am gorgeous. no one cares. i wanna go shopping

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lucindarobinsonvevo · 2 years

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file this one under: good ideas i will never get around to writing.

Sky Mangel drops an email into Elle’s publicly listed email address one night, because it’s the only way she can find to message her. In the message, are her details and a plea: ‘Call Me.’ Elle Robinson, intrigued, sets aside her concerns about their past troubles and does so.

See, over the years, the missing persons case for Lil and Serena was never closed. Okay, that’s one thing. Here’s the other. Over the last few years when Sky finally had the power, she started looking over the case when she could to monitor any changes, largely for her own peace of mind. But over the last two years, some weird things have been happening in Lil’s case. Namely, things have been popping up in proof of life checks. Her medibank card was used at a dentist. Someone got a flu shot under her name. Someone using her name recently tried and failed to get a licence in the name. Okay, that’s really weird but Elle’s not sure what it has to do with her. After all. She’s just a journo living in New York. She’s not a cop. She’s currently not even employed. Sky says that she’s read Elle’s work. She’s good at tracking people down when she has to, and she was hoping Elle might be able to assist her in figuring out what to do here since the police are not interested in the case and not doing anything. Just one problem. Sky can’t really help too much, because she doesn’t want Dylan or god forbid Harold to find out.

Well, Elle’s probably due for a visit home anyway. Since he can work from anywhere, Riley comes along too. Off they travel, deciding to set up a home base in Erinsbough, for now, keeping it a secret from Elle’s family. Things are going okay at first. Paul and Riley are bonding, Elle is loving spending time with Leo and Harlow. The case is slow and tedious because well there’s not much to go on but it’s doable. Elle’s not particularly in a rush to find work because she has good investments, including a large one with Donna’s brand that is very lucrative. But after requesting a copy of the accident report, along with the police files for the plane crash, both of which she is given, the switch in Elle’s brain flips and the obsessive side of her mind which is usually quite firmly locked onto her most convenient source of male attention (Riley, Paul or Leo) and instead attaches itself to the plane crash. specifically, the fact that there are two big unanswered questions. How did Connor survive but not Serena? What beach DID Connor and Dylan wash up on, anyway?

Sky comes through again, this time with new information. An earring was found on the beach in 2005, and she wonders if it could have been Lil or Serena’s. Elle asks how she found this information and Sky just says she simply asked and they told her investigator to investigator. Elle’s obsession continues to grow, she is no longer really looking for the person using Lil’s cards, but instead for Lil herself - by focusing on the plane crash. Using the earring and Dylan and Connor’s evidence statements, along with some flow charts and pictures from the file, Elle is able to figure out the general area which she thinks that Serena and Lil might have washed up on if they didn’t drown. By now, Leo is starting suspect something is up with Elle -- especially when she asks if she can store some boxes at the winery where Paul can’t go through them. He agrees, but mostly because he wants to go through them himself. At the last minute, he realizes Elle will never forgive him if he does so he leaves them be but he continues to worry about her as she becomes less and less responsive to family. The complete opposite to Riley, who seems to have adopted Paul as a sort of semi-father figure and wants to learn about how to run a newspaper from him since he’s planning to start his own. This delights Paul and distracts him from Elle because he’s hoping that he can buy into Riley’s paper and this will keep his prodigal daughter in Erinsbough for good.

With a new idea of where to look, Elle sends one last message to Sky who agrees with her assessment. She plans to leave for Tasmania under the guise of visiting Cameron’s grave, and hoping to get Paul to stop bugging her about mending fences with Gail who she had an argument with in New York about Leo staying with her. The gist of it being Gail thinking Leo is a bad influence on her, and even if he isn’t she shouldn’t be responsible for caring for Paul’s other kids, Leo was staying with her at the time and Gail had visited expecting to be alone with her daughter. Elle had been furious at the implication she was only letting Leo stay with her because of Paul and not because she genuinely liked and cared about him, and that he wasn’t ‘Paul’s Other Kids’ he’s her brother. The two had been on bad terms since. Leo decides that the winery will be fine with just Kiri and Glen for a week, and Abi is going to stay with Britney’s parents for a week because they miss her and he wants them to have a relationship with her. He delivers this into Elle’s lap as a sort of ‘welllllll i guess i can go with you :)’ under the guise he also wants to pay his respects at Cameron’s grave. Harlow also seems prepared to come along, but her job and incident at the prison prevent her from leaving much to Elle’s relief.

On the boat, Elle finally has to come clean to Leo about the purpose of her trip and the fight with her mother. While Leo is a bit touched that she’d stand up for him like that he assures her that it’s fine if her mother doesn’t like him. His own mother doesn’t even like him. Knowing he can’t dissuade Elle from something she’s fixated on, he promises to help her look for Serena and that he doesn’t think she’s losing it which is the reason she hasn’t wanted to tell anyone. Especially not Paul, who was already worried about her mental health after she was fired from her job in New York. She finally tells Leo what happened - Oliver brought the paper to give to her as a token of his love as he confessed he was still in love with her and always had been. Elle, disgusted, had told him she wasn’t interested and sorry he felt that way. Oliver continued to push, and took her on expensive work trips as representitive for the company she couldn’t say no too, promoted her, gave her a new office and continued to pressure her into telling her she felt the same. All this served to cause issues in Elle’s relationship with Carmella, who she considered her best friend. Leo asks why he didn’t tell him and that he would have sorted Oliver Barnes out. Elle says it’s because she initially thought it was some kind of nervous break down regarding Britney’s death but it soon became clear to her that he had felt like this for a long time and he wasn’t going to stop isolating her and making her co-workers resent her by promoting her and treating her differently. Eventually, unable to take it anymore, Elle came clean to Carmella who didn’t believe her (based on past behaviour) and Oliver, furious, basically ruined her life in return. That’s why Riley was creating his own paper, because no one else would hire her. She admits that she’s ashamed of what happened and that’s why she’s been focusing on this, because it’s something she can control.

The two of them arrive at the beach Elle chose and purchase metal detectors from a store on Elle’s dime. Elle explains that they’re potentially looking for Lil’s other earring, her selection of bangles, her wedding ring, Serena’s hair clip, earrings or possibly her long necklace, but Elle doesn’t remember if that was plastic or metal. They comb the beach for hours and come up with mostly small change and scrap metal. Leo is complaining because he hates the outdoors and Elle hates the ocean so it’s not fun for her either. Eventually, she realizes this has been as waste of time. They found jewellery, but none of it is old enough to be from the crash. They return the metal detectors, and Elle asks about an off limits area of the beach and the guy at the rental place explains that it’s private land. Elle wonders if they will be allowed to look around but the guy thinks not. The old couple who live in the attached house are grumps.

As a last ditch effort, Elle pleads her case with the owners who are not interested. Leo, however, upon seeing how devastated she is by this manages to use his charm to convince them to let them have a look around, promising that they will be quick. While they investigate, Leo asks if Elle ever planned to actually visit Cameron’s grave and she says no, because if she wanted to remember him she can just do it. She doesn’t need a rock to do that. He says he feels the same about the marker Britney’s parents put up for her. They pace the beach. Find nothing. As they’re about to leave, Elle spots some sand dunes and even though she thinks they won’t find anything she says that when they were kids, she and Cameron would slide down some of the dunes at the beach closest to their house. They wander the dunes, with Elle talking about Cameron, taking this as more of an opportunity to talk about him than to look for Lil and Serena. Eventually, Leo calls her over to look at something he’s found. It looks to him like a bone. At bit more poking and they find a mummified hand sticking up out of ground, and the sand blows away revealing a skeleton.

Paul, Harold, Sky and Riley all hustle to Tasmania. Elle explains her find, and how she found it to the police. Paul demands to know why she and Leo didn’t tell him. Elle says Leo didn’t know until they were on the boat, and confesses to him, Harold and Sky that she knew everyone would disapprove of her getting obsessed with this. Then she explains that the root of her obsession is that the plane crash...was on her. Everyone promptly says it isn’t but she goes on to explain that the only reason Rob knew there was a plane was because she told him. She wanted him, Gail and Cam to meet them at the casino, because she wanted to remind Paul of the family he could have...if they got rid of Izzy. She apologizes and says she never meant for any of this to happen, and if she could take it all back she would. Everyone tells her in exact terms that this was not and never has been her fault. Paul is sad she felt like she couldn’t tell him about this, or New York (Riley spilled the beans) and Elle says that she knew he had his own problems and didn’t want to add to them but he assures her that no matter what problems he has, she is his baby girl and he will always make time to help her. Harold embraces her, and thanks her for finding either Lil or Serena, and that he has never for a second blamed her for what happened but he is grateful for her work. She assures him she won’t rest until she’s solved the mystery and he is very grateful. Sky also hugs her and when Elle sarcastically asks if they’re best friends again Sky promises her that they are -- since she’s heard Elle has an opening for new best friend. Elle, not comfortable with so much emotion wonders if she’s okay being friends with a cop but hugs her anyway. The police take DNA from Sky and Harold, hoping to find out who the body is. Riley and Leo bond briefly over Elle’s ability to be fixated on things.

Fast forward a few weeks. Back in EB, Riley’s newspaper is coming along nicely. Paul is quite content to have Elle sticking around. Leo has Abi back in his care and enjoyed his little break from parenting, even if it did mean a trip to the beach. He has taken up metal detecting as a hobby because he thinks he can pawn any jewellery he finds. Sky is visiting to help Elle with the case. News comes in from Tasmania. The body on the beach has a few interesting details. Firstly, the finger on the mummified hand was broken, probably trying to take the wedding ring off it. Secondly, the left side of the skull was caved in, indicating murder. Thirdly, there is no match to Harold and Sky.

Heart broken, they wonder if it might be Lil who would have no match to Sky or Harold. News also comes in that ground penetrating radar of the scene revealed nothing else. Elle says that it’s a shame that Lil had no other children because since Svetlana is dead there is no one to compare it too. Sky says that’s not quite true. Lil did have another child, a son named Luca. If they had his DNA than they could see if it was a match. Elle wonders if it’s too much to hope that he’s easily found. Sky says that he isn’t and he went missing around the time that Serena and Lil did. Directly after she told him the news, actually. Needing a picture of Luca and neither Sky, Harold, Dylan or Connor having one they go to their last resort. the Ramsey St. History book.

Toadie is kind of annoyed at first -- Last time he let Elle look at the book a woman died after all -- but he lets them look anyway and they are able to find one, low quality picture in there. Elle asks Toadie if hed like a nicer picture of her for the book because she thinks hers is ugly. He says the one he has is fine. Now armed with a picture we end story one with news that another charge has come through on the Lil Bishop medicare card. This time, in Melbourne.

#neighbourspost #mitziwrites #bitches will write huge summaries rather than just write the fic. im bitches #just an excuse for elle and leo to go metal detecting and elle to find lil's body #idk i imagine advertising this with pics of a modern elle and sky in their 40's look on a windy beach #with leo dressed like a greaser and riley like a square. or smth lol #also the oliver stuff is just my generic 'why does elle leave new york' story i use most often #the second most used is oliver catching her and carmella having an affair but since she's with riley in this fic that wasn't applicable lol

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terry-perry · 12 days

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okay I need some more alastor x Carmella’s daughter!

can we have an imagine this time of that situation?

"First the Princess of Hell, and now you've gone for one of Carmine's brats? You really have no shame, do you Alastor?"

Right on cue, Vox was ready to confront Alastor after the last Overlord gathering, not caring that everyone was still around to watch. It was just like the Vees to want an audience. Had it been anyone else, Alastor would've torn the obnoxious picture box to shreds and have his torment recorded for his next show. Vox wasn't worth the effort, however. In fact, Alastor knew of a better way to destroy him.

"My friend, there's no need for such jealousy," he started with the nonchalant tone he knew drove Vox crazy. "It's not my fault my natural charisma led to such powerful allies while all you can conjure up are underlings who do nothing more than feed your fragile ego."

That certainly struck a nerve since Vox began to grind his teeth as his stare grew more intense. Alastor simply stayed calm as he subtly carried a tone of smugness. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to have lunch with my lady love, whom you will not disrespect again," This was the only time he chose to strike actual fear in Vox's heart as he switched to his Radio Demon persona by darkening his eyes and letting his figure grow into a form that better radiated evil. "Not unless you wish to be a new voice for my broadcast..."

Vox could only stare in bewildered silence as Alastor threatened him. The jab was bad enough, but the last statement stunned him enough to merely nod.

"Darling?" A third voice that differed with its femininity and lack of intensity came through. "Ready to go?" Y/N asked her boyfriend, bearing no mind that he was in almost full demon mode.

Alastor snapped his head around in her direction, calming down instantly. He supposed he made his point, and he was rather famished.

"Ready as always, my dear!" He replied, offering his arm to her which she happily accepted. "I know a lovely little bistro that serves excellent venison."

They walked past the still-emasculated Vox who was doing his best to refrain from buffering.

"Always fun catching up with you, old friend!"

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Alastor would be lying if he said he wasn't caught off guard by Carmilla's sudden invitation to her home. She may have been Y/N's mother, but he rarely interacted with her sans a few polite greetings whenever they saw one another. According to Y/N, she did approve of him, it was just hard to gather since for every jovial "Hello!" he'd give her, she'd return with a small nod and acknowledging hum. It could be rather off-putting for someone like Alastor who thrived on other's reactions to all he did.

Some feared him, which always brought a certain giddiness within him that bordered on titillating. Some believed they could outmatch him in the battle of wits, which he was always ready for with a good put-down.

Months ago there was that precious giggle his dearest Y/N let out to alert him that she carried a torch for him. He knew right away that was something he could use to his advantage. Working with the heir to Hell's throne was already advantageous, but being involved with one of the daughters of an Overlord with the largest assembly of weapons in the city was something that could make his position all the more concrete. Pestering gnats like the Vees, even with their childish disrespect, knew opportunities like this don't just come every day. It was most likely why Vox tried to provoke him like he did.

So this was why Alastor had to be sure he had Carmilla's approval since it would cement him further in his current position. For someone who believed a smile could go a long way in keeping many guessing, he was certainly thrown off his game by her lack of expression. He could only hope this invite to whatever this was could keep things favorable for him.

Alastor was welcomed in by no one as the door opened on its own like always. He stepped into a large sitting room which contrasted with the one at the hotel as the latter was bright and rather tacky. The Carmine household was more gloomy, yet rather welcoming. He thought it was because the room he was directed to had walls completely covered in books. No doubt his bookish Y/N inhabited this room often, having the habit of sticking her nose in one. Currently, however, sat her mother in an armchair, staring passively at him like always.

"Alastor," Carmilla greeted him, waving him forward. "Glad you came. Please sit."

She gestured him to a sofa next to her seat that he accepted, along with the glass of bloodred wine she offered. Sadly it was just that - wine. It will have to do.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here so unexpectedly, without Y/N," she began, all business and direct, as always.

"If this is about my altercation with Vox this morning, I apologize," he said. He wasn't really sorry for putting the noisy picture box in his place, but whatever kept him in Carmilla's good graces. "As you know, he's an old acquaintance of mine. Things between us can get rather-"

She held up her hand to stop him before taking a sip of her wine. "That's not why I called you here. I've learned not to pay the Vees any mind long ago. No, I wish to speak to you about your relationship with Y/N."

At this, he kept his smile intact as always, but it held a certain wariness, a curiosity. He hoped she couldn't tell how he was preparing himself for whatever she could mean. She sat further back in her seat, studying him it seemed. When he chose to stay quiet, she continued. "I understand you're a busy person, as am I, so I'll do us both a favor and jump right to what I wish to discuss," without hesitation, she did just that. "I want you to marry Y/N."

Alastor could barely cover how he winced at that - the static emanating from him didn't help. Even with all the theories he conjured for this meeting, he didn't imagine this.

Carmilla must've noticed how she caught him by surprise since this was the first time he saw her look amused at the situation. She seemed to want to play with him since she took her time with her next sip before deciding to reassure him. "This doesn't need to happen any time soon," she said. "I don't expect you to get engaged tomorrow. I only want to give you my blessing if that's where you two end up. I find it beneficial for you to know beforehand because you're a businessman before anything else. You won't do anything unless you know it'll benefit you. It's why you're with my daughter in the first place, right?"

Well, there was no use denying it, so Alastor shrugged. The wariness, however, remained. "Y/N is quite a lovely lady with a certain sweetness and intelligence that I find endearing. If she so happens to come with a powerful family, then who am I to not want to get closer to someone who can mean a lot to me?"

Carmilla once more studied him stoically, which had Alastor's wide grin falter. "If I were in you, I'd do the same, I suppose. Which is why I know you'll continue to treat her well. You'll continue to meet her, talk with her, and if it gets to that point, marry her. If not, you'll go about your business like nothing. You're smart enough to know that you should treat this like any other transaction. If any issues, deal with me. Are we clear?"

Oh, she was making this too easy. Alastor almost wanted to let out a cackle of triumphant laughter. Had she stuck out her hand to shake he would have. For now, he'd settle for the clinking of glasses that signified a toast.

One marriage, coming up!

#alastor #x reader #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin #hazbin hotel alastor #request #imagine #oneshot #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #radio demon #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmilla x reader #carmine!reader

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 2 months

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So I'm pretty sure lucifers real name was Samael. His original name before he left Heaven.

"Samael, from the amoraic period onward the major name of Satan in Judaism. The name first appears in the account of the theory of angels in the Ethiopic Book of Enoch 6, which includes the name, although not in the most important place, in the list of the leaders of the angels who rebelled against God."

Who knows I could be 1000% wrong but like imagine if the other archangels especially michael call him samael to rub it in his face(he's always the one that's seen as the asshole in a lot of media privacy because he's the angel of "an angelic warrior, fully armed with helmet, sword, and shield, " "He is considered a champion of justice, a healer of the sick, and the guardian of the Church." "mentions of his name are in third- and second-century-BC Jewish works, often but not always apocalyptic, where he is the chief of the angels and archangels")

And if michael is the "mentions of his name are in third- and second-century-BC Jewish works, often but not always apocalyptic, where he is the chief of the angels and archangels"

Adam was the leader of Exorcist. But was it michael who taught them how to attack?. Because as much a warrior adam in most media represent him as head strong. And impulsive, also very arrogant.

The Exorcists' fighting styles pointed out by Carmella carmine "out for blood" and NEVER focus on getting hurt only on hurting others.

And "Gabriel is the herald of visions, messenger of God and one of the angels of higher rank."

Even the seraphim who are the "in the highest rank in Christian angelology and in the fifth rank of ten in the Jewish angelic hierarchy." Are powerful, and yet NEITHER of them knew how someone got into heaven. Is it gabriel that tells Sera to not question it. Especially when she was younger so she wouldn't fall?

And Sera carried that to Emily?

(Im sorry I know most of this don't male any sense I just saw six angels point angelic weapons at lucifer and I wanna know which ones)

These are all archangels I am certain. And I looked up how many arch angels are there and it says Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Chamuel (Camael), Raphael, Jophiel, and Zadkiel

We all know the first two.

Michael- He is considered a champion of justice, a healer of the sick, and the guardian of the Church.

Gabriel-Gabriel is the herald of visions, messenger of God and one of the angels of higher rank.

Now the others

Uriel- archangel of wisdom, light, and the truth of God.

Chamuel (camael)-Archangel Chamuel's mission is to help bring peace to the world. The Archangel of Love

Raphael- Archangel Raphael is often called upon to help with physical healing. travelers, the blind, happy meetings, nurses, physicians, medical workers, matchmakers, Christian marriage, and Catholic studies.

Jophiel-Widely known as the angel of beauty, Jophiel represents the beauty of God, and he plays a great role in helping you see your inner beauty

Zadkiel- In Jewish mysticism and Christian Kabbalah, Zadkiel is associated with the classical planet Jupiter. The angel's position in the sephirot is fourth, which corresponds to Chesed "Kindness".

Are we gonna see this? Because their gods main seven angels. Maybe we'd see Azrael the angel of death?

(Sorry tho when I'm into something I do research for hours)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor #lucifer x alastor #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin hotel theory

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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she's beauty, she's grace ! sergio 'checo' p. x ofc (miss philippines!ofc)

summary: the red bull driver sergio perez has married a long-time fan - who also happened to be the miss universe 2018 winner AND the mother to his two kids, carmella 'mella' ayala.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, established relationship, miss universe!ofc, fluff, dad!checo and mom!ofc, mentions checo and his proud bf moment, video clips + tweets and posts, what is proper grammar, mentions of characters from jenson button x ofc work and seb vettel x ofc piece (no storyline involved)

note: i used this face claim because i was one of those people that were screaming "PHILIPPINES" at the tv hoping that catriona gray would win. don't ask me why i made a checo one. there's something about that man that had my internals screaming for a moment so i've been at this thing for HOURS. i should probably update my masterlist soon before i start packing my shit and going 😭🤠 enjoy xx

masterlist

MISS U(niverse), CHECO ❤️ | MELLA TALKS ABOUT BEING CELEBRATED IN MEXICO BY HER BOYFRIEND'S FAMILY | CARMELLA AYALA HOMECOMING 2019 w/ VICE GANDA by abscbn

HOST: VICE (GANDA) GUEST: CARMELLA AYALA

[translation: mi rana pequeño = my little frog]

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user1 my little frog 😭

user2 WHICH ONE IS A HARRIE?!

carmayalaprz bitzy but he's at the hotel rn 😅 he's taking a break from chiquito

user2 even froggys need a break too 😩🙌

schecoperez what do you mean mr. bitzy's at the hotel 🧐

carmayalaprz what do you mean by that love? 😄😊

schecoperez 😊

maxverstappen1 uh oh. i wouldn't play this game with carma if i were you checo 🤔

redbullracing i agree with max on this one

christianhorner i don't really mind being introduced to bopit and bitzy every time 😕 liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz i hope gp's the same because there's gonna be a lot of that soon 😅

danielricciardo how much plushies does he have for the trip rn?

carmayalaprz without cece's? about seven. apparently the whole pack either come or be left at home but we all know the chances of one being left alone in the cold dark place

danielricciardo i can barely imagine ribb being left alone at home- can you just imagine that poor frog crying for his friend?

carmayalaprz i can never 😔

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adaabbott ah yes! the efficient cardboard crafting camp! my favourite activities yet! liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz i had my biggest proud wife and mom moment just watching serg and silas make those houses 🥰

adaabbott haha! i can imagine! poppet and jens definitely tried their best working together!

user1 silas and sergio perez are the most iconic duo since sebastian and michael 😍

user2 i love how hands-on you and checo are when it comes to your little ones!

carmayalaprz thank you so much! us parents are trying despite the busy schedules, you know? 💖

danielricciardo i hope you guys brought earplugs. god knows how much of a screamer silas is 😭

schecoperez daniel for the last time he didn't intentionally try to break your eardrums 🤠

carmayalaprz try babysitting them, you'll get used to it eventually

danielricciardo maybe next time, yes?

user3 danny would probably add more to the noise if anything ngl 😭

schecoperez am i ever glad to take your and silas' attentions away from the stupid frogs 😄 liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz don't say that about those frogs 🤠 i was shedding blood and tears swiping my card after passing by that store

schecoperez maybe next time let's not go to a mall with a build a bear store 🤔

carmayalaprz i agree. we might have pavlov'd our son with the build-a-bear stores we come across to

maxverstappen1 so i should return the froggy i bought him then...?

redbullracing you know the right answer to that max.

the perez kids

silas milo ayala perez

cecilia morgana ayala perez

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msfbgraves · 27 days

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The first Godfather movie is on Y*utube for free now! I rewatched it and it was just as great as I remember, so on to Part 2. But then I went on redd*t to check out some Godfather threads, and was disappointed to see so much discourse on who was hotter, Apollonia or Kay. And why there is so much hate against Kay, mainly because she is “too feminist” and “educated”, doesn’t “obey or support” Michael, and that she’s not as beautiful as Apollonia. All in all a disappointing experience. I didn’t see any male characters reduced to how handsome they were or were not : /

Let me help you there, then, Nonnie - of course Michael was destined to become the new Don - he is far prettier than Fredo, Sonny or Connie. And Vito was prettier than Don Fanucci all along! 😎

All this "Kay isn't good enough for Michael" discourse - he pursued her. Both in film 1 and 3. And the only time I felt Kay was weak, was when she said yes when he returned. Imagine, here is your war hero boyfriend who says he wants a clean American life... and then he shoots two people, leaves the country, ghosts you for a year, tells you he has become a career criminal and then proposes marriage. She should have said no, she really isn't open to this, but is this man, who she knows has people killed with no repercussions, a man she can refuse? As little as Vitelli could really refuse Michael's request to court Apollonia. The first thing Michael says to him is: "If you don't do what I want, I will kill you, and what I want is meet your daughter."

But alright maybe love isn't rational. Maybe they loved each other still. Kay really wasn't suited to mob life and that is on Michael. He knew who she was and it didn't matter, he wanted her. He had barely a clue who Apollonia was, her with no English and he with broken Italian. It didn't matter, he wanted her. Kay would have been perfect for Michael Corleone, aspiring senator, which is what he was when they met. But he didn't care Kay was not suited for who he was now. Why didn't he grieve Apollonia and find another mob wife? Why didn't he remarry after their divorce? Even when he proposes Kay is already reluctant and Michael pushes and pushes and pushes. She must represent something he actually does want, still.

But it's always the woman's fault when relationships don't work out, isn't it? No Kay wasn't a good mob wife. She didn't want to be one. She got out with her children - that is something Michael never managed. And Apollonia is something many men imagine they want, but when they have it, they get bored. I am not saying Apollonia wasn't intelligent, but if you get told to completely erase yourself into motherhood, which means you can't offer more than comfort and sex - that's not enough for a lot of people. And it's not like these women wouldn't have had more to offer but everytime they try they get shut down. And what you get then is Carmella, which may have suited Vito - that man who craved domesticity above all else - but even Sonny and Michael needed more input from her than she could give. So Michael fell for the total opposite. And maybe Apollonia was a fierce presence who might have become to Michael what Connie became, but we can't know. We don't know what she and Michael talked about. We know she was very beautiful and made Michael laugh, and she may or may not have had a slight independent streak. That's it.

I feel that they might have worked because they clicked emotionally and Apollonia knew the life. But Michael didn't look for someone like her again. He looked for Kay, again and again and again.

If she doesn't suit him - and no, she doesn't suit a Don - Michael should try to figure out what itch he was trying to scratch with her. Oh, and that obedience shit - in my experience, boys who go on about that are deeply insecure about something. They couldn't get a well trained dog to obey them, let alone a person!

All these men who think they're owed power while being unwilling to do what they'd have to to obtain it, always want women to fawn. Men who have what it takes to gain power, should they aspire to, usually spend time honing a skill. They rarely throw their weight around putting others down. No matter where they start, the bottom or the top - they put the work in. Michael did, Sonny did, and Fredo mostly complained. As much as we see anyway. If Fredo had done a good job with what he was given, or would have found himself an opportunity, he would have won Michael's respect. Not position,but respect, like Tom. Instead Fredo demanded respect for his position as an older brother.

That's the type of man who whines about having women obey him.

#the godfather #michael corleone #kay adams #Apollonia Vitelli #fredo corleone

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neverlost37 · 3 months

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so imagine lenore as velvette and annabel as Carmella carmine just singing respectless. fake rivalry yooo

Pluto-vox

Duke-valantino

Lenore-velvette

#nevermore #nevermore webcomic #nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #lenore vandernacht #nevermore annabel lee #nevermore fanfic #nevermore lenore #annabel lee x lenore #annabel lee nevermore #Hazbin hotel

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katy-l1988 · 2 months

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I imagine that Velvette would stop trying to start stuff with Carmella if she ever found out why she killed an exterminator or at least calm down a little.

Maybe she'll calm down, because she would realize that Carmilla is capable of anything for those she loves.

But…I think the only thing that would really help their relationship is an extreme situation...in which Carmilla defends Velvette and gets hurt.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmilla hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #fanfic #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel fanfic

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missamyrisa2 · 13 days

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do me a favor and google image search Carmella Tickled Three Ways and melt with me over that tickle bullyinggg~ and watch the video if you dare~

(and also imagine a hugelyyyy ticklish boy bullied by those wicked ticklyyy ladiesss~)

#that's tickle hot

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scarwwe · 2 years

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8 Months | Rhea Ripley x Reader | Smut

"Our new Tag Team Champions are Rhea Ripley and Y/N L/N!" The announcer calls out. I yell out happily, pushing Carmella away from me, Rhea grabs me picking me up and spinning me around. I giggle and wrap my arms around her before the referee hands us the titles. I happily hold up the title, all smiles, as I look over to Rhea, my tag team partner of the last 8 months. Longer than most in this line of work and somewhere along the line I've fallen for her deeply but I know better that I'm only her tag team partner.

"Here lemme put it on you," Rhea whispers. I nod and she takes my title and quickly attaches it to my waist. I feel my face heat up when her hands go around my waist, but I try and ignore it. I dance around a little bit our tag team remix playing in the background.

The crowd's volume numbingly loud, from our long-awaited victory. Rhea lightly bumps my arm, signaling for me to head to the center of the ring for a planned spot. I walk and face the cameras, Rhea coming up close behind me, practically towering over me. She holds her title dangling it over my right shoulder. Something we will surely see amazing pictures of later.

After a few more minutes of showboating, we finally make it back to the ring. The second Rhea and I cross the barrier into the horrid, she is tugging at my arm pulling us away, before we even talk to the officials. I silently go with her, whatever it is it must be urgent.

We make it into the halls and dodge the people trying to congratulate us. Rhea suddenly pushes me into a spare closet and I look up at her confused. "Rhea-" I try to say, but I'm cut off by Rhea slamming her lips against mine. I freeze up in shock for a second as I try to process what's happening and before I could even enjoy it she pulls away.

"Fuck please tell me I didn't imagine all these feelings the last 8 months," she curses out quickly pulling back, her voice filled with anxiety. I grab her neck and pull her back down to me, connecting our lips together once more. I can't help but moan in the kiss when Rhea begins to return it, the way she kisses is so filled with passion and heat it makes me want to melt.

Rhea's hands wrap around the back of my thighs, lifting me up, she pushes me against the wall, deepening the kiss. My mouth opens a bit and Rhea quickly slides her tongue past my lips rubbing her pierced tongue against mine. I grip onto Rhea's shoulders as my confidence grows. I push my tongue against her tongue fighting back a bit, I feel her smile into the kiss. Rhea pulls back making me pout, but she quickly replaces her tongue against my neck.

I immediately bare my neck to her, making her chuckle. "You're such a bottom it's so cute." She mutters making me huff. "Aww is my little champion upset," Rhea teases nibbling along my neck. "I'm not a bottom." I proclaim, Rhea pulls back giving me a little side-eyes. I lean into Rhea's neck applying love bites along the open space. My hand slides down to the front of her pants and she lets out a surprised moan as I rub the outside of her pants. "I promise you, Rhea I want to make you cum just as much as you want me," I say breathlessly making her freeze. I watch her pupils dilate and she gently wraps her hand around my neck pushing me further into the wall as her

Lips slam against mine.

"I need you please come back with me to the hotel." She says with a soft whine. "Who's acting like the bottom now." I tease wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her into another kiss.

"We're going to have so much fun," Rhea mutters, dropping her hand, and sitting me onto the floor. "Now how are we gonna sneak outta here because it seems like everyone in this building wants to talk to us tonight," I say with a giggle.

"We can skate past the crew, but the locker room is gonna be tough," I add on, wrapping my arms around Rhea's waist. "You're making me just wanna fuck you here," she says leaning down to kiss me. I gasp into the kiss, and she immediately pushes her tongue into my mouth as we get into another heated kiss.

"Fucking hell y/n." She moans into the kiss making a wetness pool to my legs. "I love kissing you." She whispers. Rhea's hands travel down until she gently runs her hands over my ring shorts. I try to push against her hand, but she pulls back, biting my bottom lip.

"Let's get out of here baby girl," Rhea says kissing my forehead. I eagerly nod and she swings open the door. We do a surprisingly good job at dodging everyone making it back to Rhea's rental in under five minutes.

The car ride is torturous as Rhea runs her hand up and down my left thigh. I roll my hips in the seat, earning a chuckle from my tag team partner. "Please," I say throwing my head back against the headrest. Rhea's hand slips back up my thigh this time grazing over my ring shorts. Her eyes still focused on the road she begins to rub small circles around making friction against my clit.

I let out a soft moan and spread my legs wanting more.

"I want you so bad," Rhea says tightly gripping the steering wheel. "I want you too," I say softly, feeling my pleasure begin to build. She pulls away making me whine as she speeds up, getting us to the hotel quickly. We make our way to the elevator, and I immediately look up to see there are no cameras. I push Rhea up against the nearest wall, and slam my lips on hers once more. The tension driving me insane.

Rhea pushes back, sending us toward the other side of the elevator. Her tongue slipping back into my mouth, my hands grip at her leather jacket, and just as the kiss is getting good the elevator dings and we have to pull apart. The doors open and we swiftly make it to Rhea's room, she swings open the door and pulls me inside making me chuckle. She pulls me into her and lifts me up, sliding my back against the now shut hotel door, and reigniting our kiss. Rhea slides the deadbolt shut before lifting me back up. My tongue slips past hers this time, as she walks us over to the bed.

Rhea sits me down and her hands immediately yank at my ring gear. "I want you naked." She says breathlessly. My hands quickly find the zipper, of my top and I slide the brassiere off my shoulders. Rhea's hands run up my stomach before groping my chest. Her thumb rolls around my nipple making me sigh in pleasure. She nibbles at my ear before slowly kissing down my neck. "You're such a tease Rhea," I say earning a chuckle.

Rhea pushes me against the bed bed making me yelp. Her hands quickly remove my boots, before she yanks down my ring shorts. I gasp as I hear them tear. "Rhea!" I groan. "Woops." She says with a big smile, before throwing them across the room. I shake my head, sitting up. My hands push off Rhea's jacket. "You have too much on." I tell her. Rhea smirks and winks at me as she pulls off her top. I smile at the cheesy wink before leaning in and kissing her chest.

My hands grab at Rhea's waist, pulling her closer to me, I leave some light bruising from sucking along her chest. Her hands gently run through my hair, making goosebumps run along my body. My tongue slides down and runs along her nipple, a soft moan falling from her lips. My hands slide around and I grip Rhea's ass threw her leather pants before they slide back to the front. I unzip her pants and pull them off.

I sit back down, taking a moment to run my eyes along Rhea's perfect thighs, and the desire I have to be in between them begins to bubble over. Rhea walks forwards until she between my thighs and rolls her hips against mine making me gasp. "I wanna make you cum pretty girl," Rhea says. "Then touch me," I beg, pushing my hips into hers. She bites her lip and climbs fully onto the bed, she crawls up by the pillows and pulls me down onto her. "Ride my thigh." Rhea says need filling her voice.

I immediately grind myself onto her thigh and let out a soft moan. I'm still wearing my underwear just increasing the friction to my core. I roll my hips letting out a sigh of pleasure as I gain my rhythm. "You're doing so good." Rhea praises in my ear, making me moan. My hips immediately buck forward causing Rhea to chuckle. "You're a good girl aren't you." Rhea coaxes grabbing my hips, and guiding me onto her thigh. I let out a choked moan and bury my head into Rhea's neck. "Come on use your words love, or ill stop." Rhea says making me groan. "Yes." I say quickly, "Good." She says, I can practically hear the smile on her face.

"Ah." I whine as I feel my orgasm building. "More." I beg, Rhea hands keep guiding me along her. I feel my wetness begin to seep threw my panties and I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. I tightly grip onto Rhea's shoulder

"Rhea." I moan, rolling my hips threw my orgasm. I eventually slow to a stop and as soon as I catch my breath. I push Rhea against the bed and quickly yank down her underwear and begin to run my tongue around her clit. "Fuck." Rhea curses immediately gripping onto my hair and pushes me closer. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders and it feels like heaven as I listen to her beautiful moans as I devour her heat.

"Just like that." Rhea moans tugging at my hair making me moan. She gasps and just pulls tighter, only encouraging me. My hands slide up her thighs landing on her hips, where I lovingly rub as I please her. Rhea's moans begin to grow louder and I feel her legs begin to close tighter around my head. My eyes flutter open and I look up to see Rhea looking down at me. I immediately roll my hips against the mattress and I can't help but grind against it as I watch her flushed face, contorted in pleasure, something I surely thought would just be in my dreams.

I feel my orgasm quickly building as I hear her curses frequently falling from her lips, making me think she's close as well. She notices im grinding the mattress and her mouth immediately falls open. I watch as her eyes roll back and she throws her head into the pillows, her thighs practically crushing my head, I speed my hips feeling her juices against my tongue and my second orgasm pushes through me making me moan into her.

Eventually she releases my head and I scoot up a bit. Wrapping my arms underneath her chest. She returns my hold her arms coming around me, making me feel so warm and safe. Part of me is still in shock and I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x reader #wwe smut #raw #wwe imagine #wwe monday night raw

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