#rosie writings

[eatmyson]

this one's inspired by @cringefailvox's time has changed the metaphor!

It was such a good read and I couldn't stop thinking about these three ever since.

[rosie-writings]

I’m going to cry thank you so much 🩷

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Can’t stop thinking about Alastor letting Rosie eat him cuz he trusts her

Fuck sex! Let Rosie gently cannibalise Alastor, pussies!

Edit: Continuation!

[schmidtsbimbo]

★ Older bf Mike Schmidt Headcanons ★

𖦹 Warnings: afab reader, pet names, slightly suggestive, age gap relationship, perv!mike if you squint

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―୨୧⋆ ˚ A/N: thinking about older bf mike has had my brain mushy all day and I had to get it out of my system so this is super short , this has not been proofread ^_^

Olderbf!mike who isn’t too much into pda but still holds your hand because he knows you love it, occasionally wrapping his arms around your waist or shoulders when he’s feeling a little bolder. However, when you’re both alone he cannot keep his hands off of you. He’ll sneak up behind you while you’re cooking and snake his hands around your waist from behind, his head resting in the crook of your neck. When he’s driving his unoccupied hand is always resting on your thigh, his thumb gently rubbing small circles against your skin.

Olderbf!mike who loves how different your aesthetics are. You show up to gatherings in pink tracksuits or small skirts and tight shirts, mike trailing behind you in his blue jeans and grey zip up sweater. He stands in the doorway of the bathroom in a plain T-shirt and boxers while you’re doing your makeup, admiring the way you apply your favorite pink lipstick on your lips and the way you bat your eyes in the mirror after applying mascara

Olderbf!mike who almost never calls you by your actual name. He calls you all sorts of names like sweetheart, baby, princess, and his absolute favorite name to call you being pretty girl. so much so that he has it as your contact name on his phone. He used to be a little hesitant to call you any of these names in public but three months in any trace of hesitation was gone

Olderbf!mike who is incredibly overprotective at times. After the Garrett incident he can’t even fathom losing you too, if you go anywhere he’ll be right by your side. Nail appointment? Random shopping trip? Hair appointment? He’s right there trailing right behind you. If for whatever reason he can’t go with you, he bought you some pepper spray that you thought was a little excessive but he insisted on it because “you never know”

Olderbf!mike who secretly eats up the age gap between you two. Sure, when he found out your age he was a little hesitant about the whole thing but it certainly didn’t stop him. He still gets a little sheepish when you drag him out to hang out with your friends and he realizes the age difference really does affect some of your interests

Olderbf!mike who can’t help but sneak a glance up your skirt when you drop something and bend over to pick it up. He can never keep his eyes off you, especially when you wear low cut shirts. He thinks you don’t notice but you definitely do. You’re almost teasing him and using it to your advantage when you notice, wearing something a little provocative when you want a small favor from him

[rosiesrroses]

Valentines | mv1

in which max spends valentines day with his girlfriend

paring: max verstappen x fem!reader

warning: fluff (lmk if there's something else!), not proofread (just wrote and then posted)

finished: 08 December 2024

posted: 08 December 2024

word count: 380 words

My love for u is ever lasting, it will last until eternity ends~

third person pov

Y/n knew at the beginning of their relationship that Max wasn't into celebrating Valentine's Day, and although she loved Valentine, she respected him. 

But that didn't stop her from going out with her friends and having a galentines dinner with them. 

Y/n is dressed in a short red dress with little bows on the straps paired with some red Mary Jane’s with bows on the front. 

“How late will you be back, schatje?” Max asked her as she stood in front of the mirror, applying some lipstick. 

“Maybe around 9?” she shrugged, then turned around to face him. “I’ll let you know once we leave,” 

Now entering their living room, she picked up her small purse and her car keys. 

“Are you sure you don't want me to drop you off?” he asked her. 

“I’ll be fine, Max. I promise,” she promised him. 

At the front door, they both bid their goodbyes.

“Be safe, okay?” he asked her. 

“I will,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek and then left their shared apartment. 

Once Max made sure she left the building and safely in her car, he put his plan in motion. 

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The sky was now darker, the streetlights were on and Y/n could see couples, young and old, dining in restaurants and celebrating Valentine's Day. 

She smiled sadly, wishing that that were her and Max. But she shook her head at the silly thought. 

She pulled into a parking space in front of the apartment building, sighing as she climbed out of her car and took the elevator.

As she reached their front door, unlocking it and stepping out, she froze seeing the sight in front of her.

Their apartment was filled with beautiful roses and some lit candles, and Max appeared in a suit, holding a bouquet of white and pink tulips. 

She smiled but that quickly turned into a frown.

“I thought you didn’t like Valentines?” she asked as he walked over to her. 

“I don’t, but I like you,” he smiled softly. 

“So, will you be my Valentine?”

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(Wearing their clothes anon) Sorry! For Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Carmilla, Rosie, Angel, Alastor and Pentious

Various! Hazbin x reader stealing their clothes

A/N I ended up only doing them SFW because I just couldn't see most of them being into that. I will probably make a part 2 for Vox, though, because he'd DEFINITELY be into that.

How do you even manage to be smaller then Lucifer, he's like 5'2" LMAO (I am literally an inch taller than him IRL)

CW: SFW, gn!reader, Masc reader for Angel, somewhat suggestive in parts, very slight reference to violence in some, established romantic relationship

Lucifer

- If you came out of your room dressed in his usual outfit, he'd absolutely squeal upon seeing you.

- He would like it very much and thinks you look absolutely adorable in his getup.

- At home, he'd probably just wanna cuddle up to you and play with your (his technically) long sleeves while you watched something or doomscrolled for a while.

- In public he'd be a blushing mess though. (Assuming you'd be wearing his shirt and jacket - he'd likely ask you to change if you were wearing his whole outfit)

- He'd feel an odd sense of embarrassment but also particularly pride about it in public.

- He's so used to being short that if he was out showing you off it'd kind of be a middle finger to people who called him short in a way.

- And also because it's you in his clothes. Basically cementing yourself as being his partner.

- One of the people who would be NSFW about it.

Vox

- He'd love it.

- Especially if it was ridiculously huge on you - like his suit jacket or his button ups in particular.

- In general a partner who's smaller then him would make him feel much more powerful then one he has to look up to, but in his clothes?

- I'm trying to keep it SFW here but yeah 🤨

- If you were wearing his pants and they were super huge on you he'd probably be annoyed though, they'd be getting messed up due to dragging on the ground which is something that'd bother him.

- In public (assuming your relationship is known of. Would be an absolute no to wearing his clothes out if you weren't known about) he would be beaming with pride about it.

- Like Lucifer, it'd cement you as being his partner.

- He'd probably be protective possessive of you in his clothes. If someone tries to even talk to you while you're in his clothes, he would likely be fuming.

- Vox's hands would also likely be on you at all times if you were out with him and wearing his clothes.

Velvette

- If it was anything that was dragging on the floor or getting even slightly crinkled if you wore it she would throw an absolute fit about it.

- She's way too particular about her clothes being treated properly.

- If you're treating her clothes well or if it's something she cares about less? She would probably think you looked very postable like that - which is a good thing in her terms of course.

- Would absolutely want to put photos of you online wearing her stuff. Especially if you both ended up doing an outfit swap with each other due to it.

- Couple stuff gets a ton of likes, and she wants to show you off like the fine arm candy you are to be her partner!

- Probably would not want you wearing her clothes out, though. You would be wearing clothes that fit you or looked perfect for your body type - not hers.

- Most you would get would possibly be her jacket out in public, but even that's unlikely, considering she always picks out every article of clothing and accessory perfectly for her outfits.

Carmilla

- Carmilla would likely see you wearing her clothes and just chuckle, asking you what you thought you were doing exactly.

- She wouldn't feel much of which way about it, just that you were incredibly cute trying to strut around like she usually would in her shirt.

- May try to dance with you since you "so obviously want to be in her shoes"

- slowly guiding you through steps with her through the tango, carefully leading with a look of pure delight on her face.

- Would kiss you on the forehead afterwards.

- Out in public she wouldn't want you to wear her clothes at all however.

- She's the main weapons dealer in hell, a lot of people want her head on a plate for that.

- She would just not feel comfortable having you possibly be mistaken as her or targeted by those people over that.

Rosie

- She wouldn't feel any which way about it either.

- But, she would of course tell you you look absolutely darling.

- Rosie would absolutely be one to pat you on the head about stuff. This included.

- If it's not one of her good dresses or skirts you're wearing.

- She's nowhere near as outright rude about it as Velvette or Vox, but she will firmly ask that you don't wear her good dresses so they don't drag on the ground.

- Outside of clothes, she does like to give you her hat though because it's comically large on your head and it's really cute to her.

- There is absolutely a photo of you with her hat on your head, it falling into your eyes as you smile at the camera.

- In public she wouldn't mind if you wear her clothes out, but she would be scared you would trip over as her skirts are very long.

Angel

- Angel is another one who would love to see you wearing his clothes, not for underlying lewd reasons (surprisingly), but because he thinks you look awesome in his outfits.

- It brings him joy in a way he can't quite describe to see you in his stuff.

- He knows his getups are cool, and to have you, his partner, in his really cool outfits? He loves it.

- Also finds it funny too to see you so small in comparison to clothes and tripping over yourself trying to parade around in some of them.

- Out in public he would probably be encouraging you to wear his stuff because he just likes seeing you wearing his clothes.

- Provided you stay close to him out in public though.

- He's got some insane fanboys and if they saw his boyfriend in his clothes? Shit would hit the fan.

- Without him he wouldn't let you wear his stuff out. Just would put you in danger.

Alastor

- If you were wearing his clothes, it would be because he allowed you to. Ie. Leant you his coat if you were cold.

- In the case of him letting you borrow his stuff, he'd likely just laugh at how oversized it was on you.

- He'd likely say you look darling in it as well, similarly to Rosie but inherently teasing rather than loving like her.

- He sees people smaller then him and likes to pick on them for it a bit.

- Also would probably try hold it over your head as his 'kindness' to you later

- If you showed up in his clothes (not an imitation but his clothes) without permission, though, he'd be incredibly unhappy about that.

- This man seems like the type to hate people touching his possessions without permission, so you showing up in his stuff wouldn't be cute or even him laughing at you - he'd be pretty angry about it and straight up tell you to change.

Sir Pentious

- He'd get all googly eyed about it.

- Would see you swimming in his coat because it's made to fit him as someone with a snake tail instead of legs and just wanna sweep you in close to him.

- He has pretty low self-esteem about himself so seeing you wearing his clothes is pretty much you telling him even more that you don't actually think he's a loser who's kind of gross like a lot of other people in the series think he is.

- Thinks it's just the sweetest thing and likely wants you to wear his clothes often after the first time he sees you in them.

- Somewhat flustered by you wearing them around others and in public because he thinks you two doing PDA/openly expressing you are a couple is somewhat scandalous, but he also does like it very much.

- Would probably try bullshit about him not liking it that much, but it's obvious as it gets.

Some fluff for today 🙏

My requests are still shut rn but they should be opening soon. I'm gonna be trying to finally get chapter 2 of why So blue out tomorrow or the day after. Likely the day after bc it's my birthday tomorrow and I'm doing stuff 🫶

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ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain. absolute fucking filth. simon fucks us good and proper okay? size kink kinda? whatever that kink is where hes so big you can feel him your belly, raw dogging, mating press, slight choking i think, finger sucking, bed breaking, mind shattering smut, mama/papa kink kinda?

hello my slutty little friends :) i miss y'all. work has been absolutely kicking my ass, i love what i do (pet groomer) but there are days when i walk out of my salon and damn near collapse here lately from how exhausted my body is. how have y'all been? whats new in y'alls worlds?? lemme know what you think!

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CHAPTER FOUR: mine?

The warmth that had lulled you into sleep hadn’t left, but something had changed. You stirred, blinking groggily as your body registered the shift—Simon was no longer beneath you. Instead, the scent of him still lingered, thick in the sheets, a heady mix of spice and earth that made your Omega whimper at the loss of his warmth. You let out a soft noise of protest, stretching, only to realize how sore you were. Not unpleasantly so, but enough to remind you exactly what had transpired before you’d passed out.

Your thighs still trembled slightly as you tried to press them together, but they were held apart by the weight of an arm draped lazily over your waist. You startled slightly, before turning your head to see Simon lying next to you, propped up on one elbow, watching you. His eyes were sharp, studying you intently, darkened with something unreadable.

“Mornin’, babygirl.” His voice was thick with sleep, raspy and deep in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. His lips quirked slightly when he saw the way you clenched your thighs together at the sound. “Still sore?”

You swallowed thickly, nodding slightly, your body still pliant from exhaustion. His smirk widened, but there was something else in his expression too—something softer, something bordering on concern.

“Didn’t mean to wear you out too much,” he muttered, voice still rough as his hand slid over the curve of your hip, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin. “You alright?”

You should be embarrassed. Should be shy about how easily you’d fallen apart for him, how you’d given yourself over so completely in the throes of your heat—but you weren’t. Not when Simon looked at you like this, like he was already planning to do it all over again, but only if you wanted him to.

Your Omega purred at the touch, leaning into his warmth instinctively. “M’okay,” you murmured, letting your fingers curl against his chest. You felt the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the quiet rumble of his wolf just beneath the surface. “Jus’... didn’t think you’d still be here.”

His brow furrowed slightly at that. “Where else would I be?”

You hesitated, looking away, but he didn’t let you. A firm hand caught your chin, turning your face back towards him. His eyes were molten, burning with something unreadable.

“You thought I’d leave?”

Your lips parted, but no words came. You weren’t sure how to explain it—the fear that always lingered in the back of your mind, the expectation that any Alpha who touched you would eventually get bored, would walk away and never look back. It had happened before. It would happen again.

But Simon didn’t look amused. In fact, he looked… pissed.

“You really think I’m that kind of man?” he asked, voice dangerously low. His grip on your chin wasn’t painful, but it was firm, forcing you to look at him, to see the raw honesty in his expression. “That I’d just fuck off and leave you after that?”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to shrink away. “I don’t know…”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. His wolf bristled, displeased with your uncertainty. “That’s not how this works, Rosie. Not with me.”

His hand slid down, wrapping around the back of your neck, his fingers threading into the fine hairs at your nape. It was possessive, grounding, making your Omega preen beneath his touch.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured, voice a low growl that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. “You understand that?”

You swallowed thickly. “Mine?”

He nodded once, firm, unwavering. “Mine.” His thumb brushed against your pulse point, feeling the way it thrummed wildly beneath his touch. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

Your breath hitched. The weight of his words settled deep in your bones, heavy and absolute. You should be scared. Should be wary of how quickly he was claiming you, of how easily your wolf accepted it.

But you weren’t.

Instead, you shuddered, nodding as a quiet whimper left your lips. “Okay.”

A satisfied growl rumbled through his chest as he tugged you closer, pressing his nose against your scent gland, inhaling deeply. “Good girl.”

You melted into his touch, letting yourself be held, letting yourself believe—for once—that maybe, just maybe, this Alpha wouldn’t leave you behind.

That maybe, this time, you’d finally found someone who would stay.

Simon’s lips brushed against your scent gland, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. He inhaled deeply, letting your scent seep into him, filling his lungs as his wolf preened in satisfaction. His mouth moved lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin, each one more insistent than the last. His teeth scraped along the sensitive gland, and you whined, tilting your head further to the side, giving him full access.

“That’s it, babygirl,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick with want. “Let me mark you up proper.”

His lips latched onto your throat, sucking harshly, leaving bruises blooming against your soft skin. Hickeys littered your scent gland, dark and possessive, his claim on you made clear. You trembled in his arms, whimpering softly, your Omega utterly pliant beneath him. His hands held you firm, pressing you closer, keeping you right where he wanted you.

And then, he bit down.

Sharp pain blossomed for a brief moment before it was drowned out by pleasure so intense it stole the breath from your lungs. You gasped, body arching against him as his fangs sank into you, claiming you in the most primal way possible. His growl reverberated through your very core, a deep, possessive sound that sent a thrill through you.

Simon didn’t let go right away. He held you there, his teeth still buried in your flesh as he let his scent mix with yours, branding you as his. When he finally pulled back, he licked over the wound, soothing the sting, his eyes heavy-lidded, filled with something deep and raw.

“There,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Now, everyone knows who you belong to.”

You barely had the strength to respond, lost in the haze of his claim, the warmth of his presence, and the undeniable truth that you were his now.

Completely and utterly his.

Simon’s hand slipped down your body, slow and deliberate, exploring the dips and curves as if memorizing you. His lips trailed lower, kissing over your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts, his tongue flicking over sensitive skin. You gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as he nipped and sucked, his touch growing more insistent, more reverent.

He guided you onto your back, his weight pressing against you, strong and steady. “Gonna make love to you now, babygirl,” he murmured, his voice like molten honey. “Gonna take my time, make sure you feel just how much you mean to me.”

And as he moved against you, slow but intense, every touch, every kiss, every whispered praise made it clear—you were his. Fully, completely, irrevocably his.

He started with your breasts, tearing the shirt you wore, an old one of John’s that you’d borrowed once upon a time and never gave back, with a satisfied growl your juicy tits bouncing as the fabric is torn away from them, released from their confines. You whimper as you watch him lick his lips, could swear that there’s slobber around his mouth as he dives in, tongue giving a long hot stripe from the underside of your left breast to the top of your peaked nipple, teeth pulling at it in the gentlest of ways as he stared at you, eyes never leaving yours as his hand, large and warm and callused cups your right breast, kneading the soft and supple flesh between his fingers, rolling the peaking nipple between his finger tips, tugging and pulling at it until you whimper, your chest pushing up farther into his mouth before he releases the one his mouth is on with a pop, having sucked a hickey around it without you even realizing, the skin puffed and purple and absolutely divine looking with the mark of his passions etched onto it. You whimper, missing the warmth of his mouth almost instantaneously, the hormones of your heat surging through you so messily that you needed him, needed to feel him everywhere, anywhere even..the slick coating your pussy was messy, leaking down onto your thighs and probably even onto the sheets beneath you, it would be a mess to clean out of the fabric, but you didn’t care not when he was between those thighs, his broad, thick frame making his way farther and farther down the valley of your pudgy belly, hands gripping onto the bits of fat above your hips as if he’s holding on for dear life as your hips buck up involuntarily, inviting him in of their own accord. 

You swear that you see his amber eyes roll into the back of his head, swear you see that wolf in him take the forefront. A growl comes from the back of his throat and with no warning he buries himself in your cunt, taking in the biggest breath you’d ever seen a wolf take, as if committing the sent of your heat to memory, as if there might be a time where he has nothing but the memory of the way your pussy smells..you realize that maybe there will be, that he’ll have to go back to his work with the military at some point and you start to feel sad, worried even though the feelings are fleeting as he munches down on your mound, embedding his teeth into the skin above your clit as if he’s trying to mark you there too, as if you would dare let another alpha see it after this. 

“S-si-” You stutter out, breathless as you feel his tongue lap at your pulsing hole, waiting for him to feast on you like he had the night before. His large hand is splayed over your pussy, holding you down as he growls, eyes shooting up to look at you as he starts eating, like he’s feasting on the most delicious meal he’s ever had. You throw your head back, hand shooting out to grasp at the hair on top of his head, to hold him there as your hips buck up against his face, stubble of his beard rubbing against the still sensitive skin from the night before as his tongue splays out on your folds, your messy, hot slick coating his buds. “Mmphf, please-please-” 

A low growl vibrating against your achy pussy, tears already near spilling form your eyes, oversensitive and he hadn’t even fucked you yet, hadn’t buried his surely long and thick cock into your weeping hole, bred you full of his seed.. “Already beggin’ f’me, lovie?” His voice his husky, bringing you back to the present, pulling your mind from your thoughts as he does, his other hand gently rubbing your supple thigh. “A’vent even done anything to y’ yet..” 

You sigh at his words, your hips still bucking up, as if chasing his mouth. Part of you wondered if it was your wolf controlling you, if she was such a horny little slut that she would chase his mouth with your pussy..it was nearly laughable. “Jus’ need you Si, please?” You preen, looking at the man with watery eyes and you could have sworn his chest had swelled with some kind of pride at the level of undone you already were. “Please..wanna feel you, want it so bad, please, please?” You were whining now, could cry even, and your wolf was whining oh so loudly, begging even for you to beg more. He rose up, fingers digging into the meaty flesh of your hips as he did, on his knees now, hard chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as he pulled you towards him, your legs spreading wider to accommodate the width of his waist, wrapping around him, caging him in as your thighs rested over his, you could feel the head of his hard cock brushing against your bareskin through his sweatpants, where it was stuffed down to one side. It felt..huge..too huge, even..it had been so long since you’d..been fucked, been stuffed properly and you weren’t sure if you could even fit the size of him inside of yo- ‘he’ll fit! I swear he’ll fit, we’ll make him..make it fit nice and good!’ goddess she was right. “Please, alpha, need you in me..i’ll be a good girl, i promise!” 

The grip on your hips tightened, and you saw him suck in a breath deep into his chest as he looked down at you, looking at you as if you were the only thing worth looking at in that moment. “Yeah,” He breathed, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. “Y’gonna be good f’me?” One of his hands left your hips, sinking down to the waistband of his gray sweatpants to slide it down somehow getting them halfway down his thighs in one swift motion, his cock springing free. If your pussy could have fainted, you’re sure it would have. He was big, so gloriously thick and long that your mouth watered at the sight, cunt dripping more slick down your thighs. He groaned at the sight, eyes never leaving your cunt as he watched his cock slide over the glistening mound, back and forth, coating himself in your slick. “G’nna let me fuck this pretty little pussy? Fill it full with my cum? Get you nice and fat with my pups, hmm babygirl, tha’ what you wan’?” 

You whimper, nodding vigorously as you watch him, wolf howling in your head so loudly that you wanted to punch her. Your hips rocked every time he moved his cock upwards, dragging it across your already sensitive bud, as if you were chasing it, wanting to suck it into your pulsing, dripping hole.. “Please, please, plea-oh!” You were in the midst of begging again, chasing it again when you felt him notch his head in your opening, felt him push it in just the littlest of bits. “More, more!” You demanded, whining,  only to be met with a sharp smack to your thigh, causing you to yelp and jump, moaning as the motion pulled his cock into you deeper. 

“Aht aht, babygirl,” He says, voice husky, strained as if trying to control himself. “Y’not the one in charge ‘ere, yeah?” You pout and you can see his eyes widen, his hand comes up to grip you chin tightly, thumb rubbing gently against your lips. “None a’that now, yeah? Tryna make you a mama right now, right babygirl?” You nod, preening at his words, wanting him to fill you up just like your wolf wanted, wanted to make him proud, make him a papa. You gasp as he pushes himself in more, another inch of him notched so perfectly inside you, his thumb dipping into your mouth now that it’s open and on instinct you wrap your plump lips around the thick digit, swirling your tongue and sucking, moaning as he pushes in even farther, rocking his hips back and forth despite not even being fully buried in you. You don’t miss the moan, the way he has to scrunch his shut as you suck on his finger, as you clench down on his cock, already close to cuming all over it. 

“S’good, si, so good..” You groan, voice high pitched around his thumb as he gives you a particularly rough thrust, and you swear you feel his pelvis kiss yours, feel his cockhead brushing against your spongey cervix, ready for his seed. Your hips buck up again, sucking him in farther and you hear him mutter under his breath, feel his self control break. You can see the wolf come out and you’re so absolutely pleased with yourself when he growls so loudly, when he pulls his thumb out of your mouth you whine, though the loss only affects you for a moment. 

Before you know it, he’s gripped the back of your thighs with both hands,  spreading them wider a he pulls you up so that your ass is fully seating on his thighs, legs thrown over his shoulder as he bends you practically in half in one swift movement, pistoning his cock in you with what you know is superhuman speed, dragging little uh-uh-uhs out of you, completely rearranging your insides as he fucks you properly, arms wrapped around your knees, holding them to his chest as he bends your hips, plugging you so full of his cock that the two of you could’ve become one person, holding you so that you cant pull away. And why would you even want to? Why would you want this to stop? You didn’t, wouldn’t, not when he’s so deep in your pussy that you can feel him in your belly, can see him pushing in and out. Can feel it “righ’ he-re,” You whine, vision blurring as you fucks you so close to the edge of an orgasm that you know you’re done for. Somehow you find the strength to move your arm, lift your hand so it’s on your belly. Yes, yes, feel it! Oh he feels so good!  You press down when he thrusts back into you, hardly pulling out before your pussy sucks him right back in, and you buck, whining at the pressure of you touching him from the outside while he’s inside of you. It must feel good for him too because he practically roared when you did it, and now he’s got you fully bent in half, your knees up by your head even though they’re still thrown over his shoulders, his hands on either side of your head as he fucks you so hard you can feel your bed frame breaking, can feel the head board as it cracks in half, the new dip in the mattress as it buckles. “I-ung-si-feel…right..here-” You’re cumming before you can finish the sentence, pussy clamping down on him so hard that you feel him stagger, try to pull back from the vice you have on him. You’re breathless, panting even though you’ve done none of the work, tears that you didn’t even remember crying leaking from the corners of your eyes. “Feel you right here Alpha, so deep..so big..” You’re  babbling mess at this point, cant even comprehend the words coming out of your own mouth with you feel his cock start to swell, feel your pussy grip down on it harder, as if you’re about to cum again. 

“Thas’ it babygirl,” He pants, lips trailing across your tits, biting down every so often as he works his cock in and out of you, knot swelling as he watches the length of him in your stomach, feels you pressing down on him again. “Bein’ such a good fuckin’ girl, my perfect little omega huh?” You nod, whimpering, clawing at his shoulders as your thighs shake, overstimulated as he fucks you even harder than he had been before. The bed frame cracks even louder and you swear the bed jolts as it collapses, though it does nothing to Simon besides pushing him somehow even deeper into you, cock kissing your womb with such precision that there's no way you wont be knocked up after this. “Feel that? Feel my knot?” You nod vigorously, nails dug into his shoulders as tears of pleasure stream from your eyes, you feel something wet and hot on your cheeks, his tongue lapping at the salty liquid streaming from your ducts. “Fuckin’ gonna fill you up so good, hm? Wanna give me little babies? Wanna be a mama for me?”

“Please! Yes, yes, yes!” You keep chanting it, chant his name somewhere in there too and he keeps fucking you so hard as you chant to him some more “wanna make you papa, please, please!” so deep and raw that you swear you see stars, swear that you’re going to pass out until he stills, a low growl rumbling from his chest before you feel it, the hot ropes of his seed coursing through you, coating your insides, marking you as his somehow even more so than the mark now permanently on your neck. He moans your name, stilling inside of you once you’ve milked him as much as you can, your cunt squeezing him dry. He’s panting, you’re panting, your legs still over his shoulders when you feel his large hands caressing the back of your thighs, rubbing them as if to soothe the shaking, his thumbs moving back and forth over the heated, flushed skin, his lips kissing every bit of skin that he can find on your face. 

You fade in and out, your body thoroughly fucked and exhausted. You’re not sure when you pass out, or when he finally pulls himself out of you, albeit with a sad whine from you, but eventually he does, even much to his own dismay..

“I need a new bed..” You mumble as he pulls you up onto his chest, laying you on top of him so you can rest some more, your heat making your body exhausted from even the smallest of movements, he could only imagine how tired you were after being fucked properly like that. He chuckles at your words, at the fact that you thought you’d be sleeping anywhere but in his bed from now on. 

A while later, Simon lay on his side, watching you sleep, completely still save for the slow rise and fall of your chest. His wolf, for once, was calm, thoroughly satisfied by the scent of his Omega wrapped up in his arms, marked, and entirely his. His fingertips traced along your shoulder lightly, memorizing every inch of you.

Then your stomach rumbled, breaking the peaceful silence.

His wolf immediately snarled in his mind. You let her go hungry?! After everything? You absolute bastard, all you care about is burying yourself in her heat instead of taking care of her!

Simon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose before carefully extracting himself from the bed. He pulled off his shirt, tucking it beside your head so that even in sleep, you could still smell him, ensuring you wouldn’t stir from his absence. His wolf continued to berate him the entire time he slipped out of the room.

Once he was safely downstairs, he let out an exasperated sigh and muttered under his breath, “Shut the fuck up, you dramatic prick.”

His wolf merely huffed, though Simon could still hear the muttered insults as he moved into the kitchen to start making lunch.

He reached for his phone, dialing Price’s number. The line rang twice before the Captain picked up, his voice gruff as ever.

“Ghost. ’Bout time you checked in.”

Simon leaned against the counter, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… been busy with your live in..my mate.” It was the first time he had said it out loud, the first time that one of them had ever said it out loud. 

There was a pause, then a knowing chuckle. “Knew it. Knew somethin’ was different. How’s she doin’?”

“She’s… good. Sleepin’ now. Wore her out.” His wolf preened at the admission. “Didn’t realize it was the middle of the damn day. Haven’t even fed her yet.”

Price barked a laugh. “Christ, mate, already slippin’? She’ll have you wrapped around her little finger in no time.”

Simon scowled but couldn’t deny it. Before he could respond, Price continued, “Listen, I’m sendin’ Johnny your way. Bastard’s injured himself again, and I’m sick of listenin’ to him bitch. Keep an eye on him, yeah?”

Simon sighed but nodded. “Yeah. I got him.”

“Good. And Ghost?”

“Hm?”

“You take care of that girl. Make sure she knows she’s safe.”

A small, rare smile tugged at Simon’s lips. “Yeah. I will.”

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Trigun Cuddles

Because I am ill and depressed and I would like my blorbos to hold me about it. (Literally I am in the middle of the worst cold of my fucking LIFE right now but I persist. Somehow.)

Also it’s kinda wild that it’s taken me this long to write anything for Trigun considering it’s taken over my life entirely since I finished watching TriStamp a while back? So here's me trying to rectify that.

TW/CWs: Written with no definitive versions of these characters in mind (except Knives/Nai) but my clearest point of reference is TriStamp, probably overly sappy in places because I’m allowed it as a treat, pretty romantic in tone because I’m Normal, barely proofread.

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, RQs are open, it’s all under the cut! (If anyone sends me a Trigun request I will kiss you on the mouth /p)

I’m experimenting with layouts, too. What do you guys think?

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Please hold him he has been through so much and he deserves it—

Triple S-Tier fucking cuddler. I will not be convinced otherwise, he’s just the perfect shape for it.

He’ll lay down first and let you move him however you want him so you’re comfy first. Partially does this because of his chronic need to people please and partially because he’s slept in so many weird positions over the years that he genuinely doesn’t mind if it means he gets to hold you.

If you ask, though, his favorite position is any one that makes it easy to put his face against your neck. He just wants to be close.

Being a Plant means he’s, by default, very cool to the touch, I think. Vash is a Well Ventilated King like that—

Also if you let him I think he’ll sneak little kisses sometimes. They never last more than a second or two, but this is what happens when you’re in smoochin’ distance!!

He has dreams most nights, so that means a bit of sleep-talking and mumbling, but if you pet his hair he usually calms down, nuzzling in closer and giving you a little squeeze about it.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Another man who desperately needs a cuddle.

I think he takes a bit more convincing than Vash, though. Like Vash’ll drop everything to give you a hug but Nico is, ironically enough, more of a cat about it. You gotta let him come to you, y’know?

But if you do it’s really nice. He wants to be as close as possible, because he cares a lot and he trusts you, but he’s bad at saying it and this is a good way to make up for all the silence.

He’s strong and you can feel it, but he’s careful. He never crushes you, he's just got you tight so you’re up against his chest all night.

Also this man is a radiator. Blankets are not recommended when cuddling with him because you will wake up in a sea of your own sweat—

He can also be a bit of an asshole about his scruff. He knows it’s rough like the rest of him, but he’s less sorry about it than his calloused hands so guess who’s gonna be on the receiving end of some scratchy-ass nuzzles!!!

He doesn’t sleep-talk, but he does snore, so sometimes you gotta roll him over into a new position to spare yourself the sound.

📸 Meryl Stryfe

Augh... Meryl.... Underrated queen...

I feel like cuddling is not that hard of a sell for her, especially since Gunsmoke nights are cold as shit. And it's compounding with Meryl being one of those people with "feel how cold my hands are" circulation.

Probably gonna have to ask people to donate blankets to The Cause, but hey!! You'll be like two caterpillars sharing a cocoon by the end of the night, and isn't that what it's all about?

Also you're probably gonna want to make sure that cocoon is wrapped up tight because Meryl kicks in her sleep. Not hard, I don't think, but you can definitely feel it in any dreams you have--

Thankfully though, she's very quiet. No sleep-talking, no snoring (usually,) just. A Lotta Movement unless you're holding her especially tight.

I think she's very versatile when it comes to cuddling positions, though. Like some nights she wants to be held and then the next night she wants to be the one doing the holding.

And I'm very firmly of the belief that Meryl is the type to pack pjs whenever she goes somewhere. So like, with Vash and Wolfie you're going to have to deal with various states of undress, Meryl has a really cute, soft two-piece set of pjs.

💼 Milly Thompson

That's right!!! She's here too!!! I felt the need to include this sweetheart even though she's probably the main character I know the least about (one day I will finish '98 and Maximum, this I swear--)

Vash and Meryl being Well Ventilated Royalty 🤝 Nico and Milly being Human Shaped Hot Water Bottles--

Unlike Wolfie though, I think Milly is a much more comfortable heat. Like you can still have a light blanket over the two of you and be okay.

Also low-key I think Milly is objectively the best cuddler in this bunch. She came from a family with like a million kids, she's probably very used to sharing a bed while still being comfortable.

Like if you just tell her how you're the most comfortable she has the position down to a science. It's an observed science, but a science nonetheless!!!

If you ask her what she likes, though, the gal just wants to be cradled. She wants to feel precious and protected, damnit!!

Similar to Meryl, I think she has pajamas packed, and hers is this really long, comfy nightgown that feels really nice to hang on to.

🔪 Millions Knives / Nai

No. [Gets up from my desk]

[I am forcibly placed back in front of my computer] Alright, alright! Jesus Christ, look-- I can play in the space, but truly, down to my core, I feel like there is no way in hell Nai would go down for a cuddle on anyone else's terms. Just like. Idk. "Don't cuddle with this knife pervert" or whatever BDG said in that Polygon Mortal Kombat video I love so much.

Vash and Meryl are Well Ventilated. Nai is fucking freezing. Like the only temperature comfortable way to do this is for you to channel the thickest burrito you have ever seen and pray that's enough blankets.

You get. Maybe an arm out of this trade deal. At least at first. He already went out of his way to get you nice blankets, and you want more? In this economy he's trying to run into the ground??? Humans are so selfish! (He is doing all this complaining while hoisting you and your blankets' mass over to his side of whatever horizontal surface you have claimed as a bed--)

Aside from whatever limb he has on you, I just. I don't think he even sleeps. Like it turns more into a Forced Meditation for him where he just lays on his back and stares at the ceiling while you relax/get some z's.

The Weird Space Onesie Stays ON During Sex Cuddles.

Maybe. Maybe. If he likes you enough... You get to spend a cuddle session swaddled up in that spaceman-ass security blanket jacket/hood/whatever-it-is he wears.

[duckie-deer-prompts]

Duckie Deer Prompt #36

Alphabet Prompt #13: Mount

Lucifer: If you push this further, I'm going to—

Alastor: To what, hmm? Please, enlighten me, your highness.

Lucifer: I'm gonna treat you like the goddamn animal you are! I'm going to choke you, impale you, mess up your guts, mount you and leave what's left of you fastened to my wall to display the sloppy, disgusting mess I made of you for all of Hell to see!!!

Lucifer: *stomps off*

Alastor: *smug smirk*

Rosie: ...well, damn. His highness is more forward than I thought.

Alastor: Oh, please. He couldn't follow through on that threat.

Rosie: Al, honey. He could follow up on both versions of that threat.

Alastor: Both??

[circeyoru]

Collection of Overlords _ Part 2 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 (here) — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9  — Part 10 — Part 11 — Part 12 — Part 13

In a room, dark and empty, the floor below encased millions of crying and pleading souls. Yet you walked over them as one would to insects on the ground. Your eyes peeked open a bit and the voices all quiet to nothing

The rows of Knight armours and life-sized wooden figures that aligned the walls all bowed in your presence. Your feet brought you to a round red table to the farther side, on top of the table was the exact replica of the landscape of the Pride Ring

In this domain of yours was a lovely creation of yours after Lucifer took over Hell, a table for each of the Rings of Hell and one each table was the exact map of everything within the Ring. From buildings to landmarks to the portals to other Rings for the Hellborns. You had it all and saw it all with your eyes around all of Hell

Your fingers hovered over the marked territories and the duplicates of your souls’ figures placed in their respective areas. Your eyes scanned over, spotting some new figures that has appeared and some areas marked with unfamiliar colours and aura. A hand waves over the entirety of the map like a fan, domains marked in red was nearly half of the place

Whispers of souls from the bodies of your provided winged creatures known as Cages flew around you. They were of your design, with black feathered bodies and wings, similar to that of a crow or raven. But with a twist, eyes red as blood, wings of blades, metal claws, and uniquely their bodies house the souls you deemed with potential to return back to their own lives

“Sinners have been brazen.” 

“Very bold. They have stolen your land.” 

“Disrespectful. Undeserving.”

“Lazy Overlords!”

“Now, now, my Cages. They have a hard time as it is, don’t give them too much pressure.” While your tone was understanding and sweet, the coldness and disappointment in your eyes told a different story. “But I suppose they have been slacking in my absence.”

“Slacking. Slacking.” 

“How dare they. How dare.” 

“Punishment. Punishment.”

“Meeting?” 

A smile formed and your eyes closed, you turned away from the table as familiar dolls floated over to you. “Yes, it is time for a reunion.” 

A soft tune played in the radio tower. You sat in the comfortable armchair while your finger swayed from side to side with the music, you hummed a bit with your eyes closed, and one leg crossed over the other. Various pages floated in the air while a pen was writing on each of them at lightning speed

Your head tilted up a bit as something came to your knowledge. With a snap of your fingers, the paperwork all disappeared and the soft tune was gone. You hummed as you got up and faced outside, even with your eyes closed you can see all of Pentagram City that was the heart of the Pride Ring

“Alastor.”

The Radio Demon immediately appeared after the shadows rose to form his figure, he bowed with hand over his heart before placing it behind his back as he straightened up, “Yes, My Dear Liege?”

“Is Vox still challenging you to random games of his?” You remained facing the view outside of the tower’s window.

“That he is.”

After Alastor had rubbed into Vox’s face that you were avoiding Vox, the insecure Overlord was keen on challenging Alastor on battles of a playful nature to one up him as a way to prove he was superior. Though all that told you was his childishness and lack of responsibility

It had been a while since your presence was made known to the other Overlords, particularly your elite collection. Your stay in the Hazbin Hotel was passed within the group, but none dare to approach you as it was against your likeness to seek you out under information passed along. It wasn’t wise to fake or arrange a chance meeting as well, for you’d know and they don’t want to face the consequence

While you were physically absent, you were not ignorant to what goes on, especially with your collection. You thought perhaps it was time for you to formally make yourself known since they have been very well behaved even after Alastor egged them so. Good that none took the bait

It’s not your intention, however, to put such test and tease for your wonderful elites, but when the opportunity is there, you can’t resist. You let things fall and observe the results. They were very amusing with their persistence to find you yet appear as though they weren’t bothered with your absence

Though the fun’s gotta end

“Arrange a meeting of my Elites,” You turned your head to Alastor’s direction with your eyes closed, “Hmm, in 6 days, let’s do it at Camilla’s place. The Witching hour would do nicely.”

Alastor bowed once more, “Of course, as you desire. Shall I broadcast it right away?”

You gestured to his chair for him to take a seat. When he did, you placed a hand on his shoulder and your eyes opened with a glow, in turn, so did his pendant with an eye design, “Please do.”

Alastor felt power surge through his form as his tower lit up with an eerie green, he spoke into the microphone on his desk, “Let this be a broadcast to the only Elites~ A special message and invitation to the Collection of Elites from Our Beloved Liege.”

Simultaneously, in various parts of the Pride Ring, targetted individuals received their broadcast. Immediately standing at alert

Zestial threw away his teacup and saucer the moment he felt the left coat pocket glow. He carefully took out his pendant and made it hover in the air while his head bowed, awaiting for the message broadcasted through Alastor’s powers mixed with yours

Carmilla raised from her seat when her chest warmed from the pendant, she pulled it out from the charm from the chain around her neck. She brushed aside the documents she had littered around her desk and placed it down, bowing with her hair down when she realized the situation, the long await word from you

Rosie shushed her cannibals, excusing herself when his pendant warmed up with a glow. She arrived at her private room and set the pendant on the couch while she seated next to it, acting as if you were present with her

Zeezi immediately threw a punch at the demon, quickly ending the fight. She kicked away the body, wiping away the blood on her hands before taking out the pendant, and bowed her head to it with eyes closed

Vox’s eyes widened, eying the pendant when Alastor’s voice came through, he was about to dismiss it but the fact that your title was mentioned meant Alastor was speaking on your behalf. He travelled through the cameras to where the other two were lazing around with the pendant in hand, putting it on the table in front of him and which made Velvette and Valentino snap to attention

“A meeting will be held in actually 6 days, at the Wtiching Hour. The meeting place will be at Carmilla’s. Needless to say, your attendance is mandatory.” Alastor relayed all the details you told him.

However, before Alastor ended the broadcast, you spoke up near the microphone, “I look forward to your presence, everyone.”

Once the news was out, the Overlords immediately got to work

Zestial went to Carmilla’s place help her prepare to your standards and satisfactory. Preparing the room to be more elegant and dignified, different from how the usual Overlord meetings were when she hosted

When Carmilla’s daughters heard the news, they were excited as well, it has been ages since they last saw you and even longer when their household was hosting your meeting place. For it was an undeniable honour for you to pick their rundown location for something so rare and sacred

After all, this was the first meeting you’ve hosted and called the others since years, it felt even longer when it was you that gathered everyone together like this. Surely, the topics of discussion was grim and serious for such an occasion

Either way, all Overlords were going to enjoy their time in your presence. Just having you near them was a gift and for you to call them was a joyious event, one worthy of celebration

Though they were very envious that Alastor got you to himself all this time. Again, the blame would be on Vox who had been causing you such discomfortable in your own world, for all their territories were yours to begin with. You were merely gracious to share your spoils with them. Lowly sinners that rose to their current standing and ranks with your support

All looked forward and dreaded the day that was to come. The other sinners and demons felt a change in the air when the Elite Overlords were more active. It was subtle but hard to ignore when the Overlords were more on edge and easy to come to anger

Zestial appearing in the streets more, Carmilla’s demand for perfection, Rosie’s increase appetite, Zeezi’s increase violent battles, and the Vees’ desperate need to produce more results

Somehow, the nobodies Overlords heard of an Overlord meeting and planned on attending as well. Yet the moment these self-proclaimed souls planned on doing so, knight armours and wooden figurines took a hold of them and the shadows devoured them without mercy

Alastor set down a plate of food in front of you, noticing the small smile on your face even when your eyes were closed. “Does something amuse you so, My Liege?”

You chuckled, “Oh, nothing much. Merely some souls begging for a good torment.”

Alastor felt his smile grow, understanding the implication. He so loved your sadistic nature to those unworthy, for he done the same. “I see. As long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

Your eyelids fluttered open a hinch, “Believe me when I say, I am.”

Note: Okay, I lied. There's more to write than I thought. In my defense, there wasn't much idea, but then it flooded when I started. So there's part 3 where the Overlords are meeting the Collector~

Circe Y.

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[rxsilabeth--er]

What about Tom Riddle, who just lingers in corners and watchea through shadows and reader who likes to sneak up on him?

:)

Hello? Yes, thank you for the request! More of a drabble now, I suppose, but it's still so cute!! Okay bye-bye!!

Tom dating someone like you, says a bit about his fucked up life. Okay, leaving that, I'm just imagining him standing there in the dark reading a book and out of nowhere a little squirrel climbs up on him making him scream like a girl and fall over while Abraxas tries to stifle his laughter because it's you...you.

He gets constant heart attacks from you because he never knows where you're going to sneak up and jump on him from,

but he adores your nonetheless, even though he got his first white hair at 11. And it only got worse from his first meeting with you.

I imagine you both met when he was sitting in a train compartment, and you popped out of a bag and sat down like nothing was wrong.

, and he was ready to jab his wand in your eye?? Because wtf?? Huh??? Poor boy was so scared and confused, his inner voldy died in that moment for a good few hours.

He is now equipped with her safety hazards which are his hands so he catches you when he can, which is half of the times you sneak up on him, poor thing is scared to death by it.

He cannot count how many white hair he finds a day after you sneak up on him... He's gonna turn 50 by the time he's out of hogwarts, poor thing..Don't get me started on the way you hide in shadows

Imagine him freaking out because he saw your beady eyes staring at him while he's working with his basilisk..

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Caregiver Rosie Headcanons (Hazbin Hotel)

Heads up: this show contains death, violence, swearing, sexual assault, and various forms of depravity.

Rosie can spot a regressor a mile away, and she’ll start nurturing you before she even knows your name. It might be a little off-putting, but she has good intentions.

She loves to baby the absolute dickens out of you. No matter how old you are, she’s constantly pinching your cheeks and cooing about how adorable you are.

(And any argument about how you’re too old for that kind of thing is met with a cheerful hand wave. “Oh sugar, you’ll always be my baby, however big you get.”)

There’s all kinds of creepy confections at her store, and she’s happy to let you try them… but she’s also completely willing to make you more normal food. “It’s an acquired taste, sweetie, no big deal.”

She loves to dress you up in old fashioned outfits, and she goes on for hours about how darling you look.

She is GREAT with helping you work through big feelings. She’s a wonderful listener and always gives helpful advice.

She’s always watching for things she thinks you’ll like. Maybe she surprises you with a new toy, or maybe she points out a cool bug on the ground. She just likes seeing you excited.

If you like tea parties, Rosie is your gal. She’ll set out her best tea service, make all kinds of tasty snacks, and bring plenty of gossip to the table.

She’s a very hands-on person, constantly wanting to hug you or hold your hand or fuss with your hair. (And if you don’t like physical contact, she’ll respect that, but she’ll also try to find forms of touch you’re comfortable with. Maybe gentle tugs on your sleeve, or holding hands with a plushie? She’ll find something that works!)

She is very firm about rules and has absolutely no qualms about sending you to timeout. Don’t bother with the puppy eyes; she’s completely immune.

~~~~~~~~~

I’m finally back! I’m working on filling some suggestions from a few months ago, but I just had to get my thoughts on Rosie out there. If you like Hazbin Hotel agere content, I highly recommend @nottapossum

[rosiesrroses]

Breakfast in bed | ln4

in which y/n is finally done with her exams so lando spoils her with breakfast in bed.

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warning: just fluff

finished: 2 December 2024

posted: 2 December 2024

word count: 366 words

my love for you is ever lasting, it will last until eternity ends~

yourusername ~ 22 hours ago

(caption 1: last exam!! / caption 2: matching hair clips ☆)

third person pov

The morning light shone into Y/n and Lando’s shared bedroom. The soft bedding covered her body and her face was buried deep into her pillow. Lando walked in, carrying a light blue tray filled with y/n’s favourite breakfast and coffee in her favourite mug. 

He put the try on his side of the bed and walked over to y/n’s side. He smiled at her sleeping figure, sat beside her, and lovingly caressed her face. 

He was so proud of her–the late-night studying and the endless practice exams. She worked hard to reach this point, and he wanted her to accomplish her dreams. And now that her exams were over, he was ecstatic to spend more time with her and spoil her. 

Y/n slowly stirred, her eyes fluttered open as the sunlight came through their window. She turned her head, meeting Lando’s gaze and a sleepy smile spread across her face. 

“Good morning,” she mumbled as she stretched and readjusted the pillow under her head.

Lando chuckled softly. “Good morning, my love,” he replied, his voice gentle.

Y/n yawned and sat up. “What time is it?” she asked softly as she looked around the room. 

“It’s still early but I thought I’d surprise you,” he replied, smiling at her as he showed her the tray.

Y/n’s eyes widened as she noticed the tray. “You didn’t have to do this,”

“Of course I did,” he smiled softly. “You’ve been working so hard, and you deserve this,” 

Y/n’s heart melted. “Thank you,” she said, her smile growing. “You’re too sweet,”

He smiled at her. “You better eat up, we’ve got a long day ahead of us,”

“Where are we going?” she asked as she put a piece of strawberry in her mouth.

“I am taking you on a shopping spree. Anything you want, it’s yours,” he grinned. 

“Really?” she asked softly, in disbelief. 

“Of course, you deserve it,” 

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The real reason Alastor disappeared for 7 years

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ateez - s/o is insecure about their face

genre: fluff, comfort

cw: insecurities talk.

requested by annon.

summary: ateez when they notice their s/o is insecure about their face, what they’ll say or do.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction made for entertainment on all and form my personal view of the members with no intention of being rude.

members under the cut.

Seonghwa notice how you didn’t liked to look at the mirror a lot and how you’ll always wear makeup so he decided to ask you about it, it was hard opening up to him about your insecurities but you were so happy that you did because he helped so much. He helped you to identify what exactly made you feel so insecure (call it pimples or other skin issues or just self esteem issues) and work in it to make you feel comfortable with yourself.

Hongjoong is heartbroken when he finds out, so happy and proud in your relationship because you told him, but too sad at the same time, so now is his life work to help you with it, constantly telling you how pretty you look, trying to boost your self confidence and helping you become more happy in how you look on your daily life. If things are too complicated he suggest therapy (even offers to pay for it), he’ll do anything to help you feel better with yourself.

Yunho wants to fix everything talking and helping you feel better but can’t deny that deep inside him he wants to kick the people that made you feel bad, unless it’s s yourself in that case he just wants to hug you. Talks to you every single time you feel low until you figure out why it’s that and until you find a way to feel better. He’s with you on every step of the way, trying to keep you from going back to your original thoughts but helping you ether way if that happens.

Yeosang kind of gets it, with having to hide his birth mark for so long he was a bit insecure about for some time, but because of the support that the fans gave him, he loved it again. So he tries that strategy with you. Telling you how much he loves your face with or without make up at any given chance he has, and if he feels that there’s been a long time since the last chance he found, he makes one then and there. All to help you feel as pretty as you are.

San just wants that you look at your self and see the beauty he sees. So he does everything in his power to help you feel better. From telling you everytime he can how beautiful you are to trying to understand why exactly you feel so bad about yourself. He understands that insecurities can be mean things that doesn’t makes sense so he tries that you don’t feel worst about it by looking for an explanation that might not exist.

Mingi is the only one that suggests therapy as the first option because he knows that mental problems (like low self esteem and insecurities) are hard to get rid of with out the appropriate help and he wants you to get the best of the best. If its also about skin problems he recommends you his favourite skin products, go shopping for them with you or even book a dermatologist appointment he does everything he can to help you feel better.

Wooyoung loves taking selfies with you, even if no one will see them so having to do a lot of convincing every time he wanted a cute pic with you wasn’t something he loved, he did a lot of questions until he understood it was because of your insecurities and then decides do help you in every way he could and not to pressure you too much when you don’t want pictures. Almost cried the first time you had the idea to take a picture in a cute spot.

Jongho tries to keep calm in this type of situations, so he doesn’t says or does anything until he’s completely sure, all because he doesn’t wants to say or do something that will only end up with accidentally make you feel worst so if he suggest going to therapy, to a dermatologist or both or something different is because he’s one hundred percent sure that that’s what’ll help and if it doesn’t he’ll think a lot about it until he finds a better solution.

a/n: and im back, im nor fully sure if im back full time again, but ill try i hope you like it and all feed back is appreciated because i feel rusty.