#it is special to you and you deserve to enjoy it and love it in peace.

[echo-riot]

Ambessa with a reader who always refuses to take money from Ambessa or hates (but also appreciates) when she buys/gives her gifts?

Thank you. 🤍

Ambessa Medarda with partner Who Refuses Gifts or Money

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• Ambessa quickly notices your resistance to accepting gifts or financial support, but at first, she brushes it off as modesty. It doesn’t take long for her to realize how deeply you dislike the idea.

• She finds your independence admirable—refreshing, even. Ambessa is surrounded by people who would happily accept her wealth without a second thought, so your stance on the matter intrigues her.

• “I don’t need your money,” you’d say firmly, arms crossed. Ambessa would chuckle, leaning back in her chair. “And I don’t need your permission to take care of you.”

• Despite your protests, she enjoys surprising you with thoughtful gestures. She trades lavish gifts for subtle ones—flowers picked from the garden, your favorite treat delivered unexpectedly, or handwritten notes slipped into your belongings.

• Ambessa starts tailoring her generosity to align with your values. Instead of extravagant jewelry or luxury items, she offers practical help���fixing something that’s broken or providing resources that support your goals.

• The arguments over her spending on you are a mix of frustration and affection. “Ambessa, I told you to stop!” you’d exclaim. “And I told you I won’t,” she’d respond, her tone calm but unyielding.

• You secretly appreciate the care and effort she puts into her gestures, even if they make you uncomfortable. It’s hard to stay mad when her gifts always seem to come with so much thought behind them.

• Ambessa loves watching you reluctantly accept something she’s given you, especially when she can see how much you genuinely love it. The way your lips twitch into a small, begrudging smile is a victory she cherishes.

• When she takes you to high-profile events, Ambessa always ensures you’re comfortable. She might insist on dressing you in something extravagant, but she’s quick to remind you, “You deserve to shine just as brightly as anyone else here.”

• To compromise, you occasionally let her spoil you in ways that feel more personal, like cooking you a meal or spending a quiet evening together. She never complains, as long as she can show her love in some way.

• Ambessa admires your determination to stand on your own. It’s one of the many reasons she fell for you. Still, she wishes you’d let her shoulder some of your burdens now and then.

• She’s incredibly patient when it comes to easing your discomfort about gifts. “One day,” she’ll tease, “you’ll realize there’s no shame in being cared for.”

• Ambessa takes note of your interests and passions, finding ways to support them without crossing your boundaries. If you’re an artist, she might quietly arrange for high-quality supplies to find their way into your life. If you’re studying something, she’ll ensure you have access to the best resources.

• On special occasions, like your birthday or an anniversary, she pulls out all the stops despite your protests. “Just let me have this one,” she’ll say with a sly grin, knowing full well you can’t argue when she’s already set everything in motion.

• The way you try to downplay her wealth or influence amuses her endlessly. She loves that you see her as just Ambessa, not the legendary warrior or the untouchable powerhouse everyone else sees.

• If anyone dares to question or criticize your refusal to take advantage of her wealth, Ambessa is quick to shut them down. “It’s none of your business,” she’d say coldly, her protective nature flaring.

• You’ve learned to accept that Ambessa shows her love through actions, even if it’s not always in the way you’d prefer.

• Sometimes, when you’re in a particularly vulnerable moment, you let her spoil you without resistance. Whether it’s allowing her to hold you close or accepting a small token of her affection, those moments mean the world to her.

• Ambessa never takes your independence as a rejection of her love. If anything, it makes her respect you even more. She knows that when you do accept her care, it’s because you truly trust her.

• At the end of the day, Ambessa’s greatest gift to you is her unwavering support and love. Whether it’s through grand gestures or quiet moments, she’s always there, reminding you that she cherishes you for exactly who you are.

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A Drabble based on this idea

Ambessa Medarda had built her life around power. A woman of her stature and reputation was accustomed to the finer things—luxury, control, and influence—and she wielded them with ease. Giving came naturally to her. She could shift mountains if she wanted, and handing her beloved a small token of affection felt like the least she could do.

But you? You made it insufferably difficult.

She sat in her sunlit study, a newly commissioned necklace dangling from her fingers, the diamonds catching the light. It was elegant yet understated, perfect for you. Or at least, she thought so.

The memory of your last argument still lingered in her mind.

“Ambessa, I told you,” you had said, arms crossed and a stubborn pout on your face. “You don’t have to keep buying me things. I don’t want your money.”

“And I told you,” she had countered with a calmness that only years of diplomacy could maintain, “it’s not about needing to. I want to. You deserve to be spoiled.”

“I don’t need to be spoiled!” Your voice had raised, though your frustration wasn’t with her, not really. “I don’t want people thinking I’m with you for—”

She’d cut you off with a sharp look, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

Now, sitting in her study, Ambessa couldn’t help but chuckle. You were perhaps the first person in years who had refused to let her generosity flow unchallenged. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate her gifts—she could tell by the soft smiles you tried to hide when she surprised you with something thoughtful—but there was a fire in you that refused to let her money define your relationship.

It was admirable, frustrating, and entirely too endearing for her own good.

That evening, Ambessa found you in the garden. The sun was setting, painting the horizon in hues of amber and crimson. You were kneeling by the flowerbeds, tending to the blooms you’d insisted on planting yourself, despite her offers to hire a gardener. Dirt streaked your hands, and a content smile curved your lips.

“Working hard, I see,” Ambessa said as she approached, her voice carrying the same smooth confidence that had drawn you to her in the first place.

You glanced up, your expression softening when you saw her. “Someone has to.”

She smirked, kneeling beside you. “Careful, or I might take that as an insult to my work ethic.”

Your laugh was light, and it sent a flicker of warmth through her chest. “You? Not working hard? I’d believe the sun rising in the west before that.”

Ambessa reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. Her touch lingered, and she took a moment to admire the way the golden light kissed your skin.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured.

You blushed, your hands pausing in the soil. “You’re not bribing me into accepting another gift with compliments, if that’s what you’re trying.”

She laughed, a deep, rich sound that you couldn’t help but love. ��Is it so hard for you to let me spoil you?”

“Ambessa,” you said softly, shifting to face her. “I love you, but… I don’t want our relationship to feel transactional. I want to earn the things I have. I want to contribute.”

Her expression softened, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the back of your hand. “Do you think so little of me? That I would ever see you as someone who takes without giving back?”

“No, of course not.” You sighed, frustrated with yourself. “But people talk, Ambessa. They’ll see us and assume—”

“Let them assume,” she interrupted, her tone firm. “Their opinions are worth less than the soil beneath your nails.”

Her gaze was steady, unwavering, and you felt your resolve weaken under the weight of it. Ambessa always had a way of cutting through your insecurities, laying them bare so she could banish them with her unwavering confidence in you.

“I just don’t want to lose myself,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to forget who I am.”

Ambessa cupped your face, her thumb brushing over your cheek. “And I would never let that happen. You are the most remarkable person I’ve ever known, not because of what you have, but because of who you are.”

Your eyes stung, and you blinked rapidly. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

She smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Years of practice.”

Later, as the two of you sat by the fire, she brought out the necklace she’d been holding earlier.

“Ambessa…”

“Before you say anything,” she began, holding it up so the firelight danced along the diamonds, “this isn’t just a gift. It’s a symbol. Of us.”

You frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

She gestured for you to turn around, and you reluctantly obliged. Her hands were steady as she fastened the necklace around your neck, the cool metal resting against your skin.

“This,” she said, her voice low and intimate, “is to remind you that you are cherished. Not for what you do or what you give, but simply because you’re you. And if anyone dares to question that, they’ll have me to answer to.”

You touched the pendant lightly, your heart swelling despite your initial resistance. “Ambessa, I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she replied, turning you back around to face her. “Just promise me you’ll wear it when you need a reminder of how much you’re loved.”

You nodded, unable to fight the smile that tugged at your lips. “Fine. But no more gifts for at least a month, okay?”

Ambessa chuckled, pulling you into her arms. “I’ll do my best. No promises.”

The next morning, you found a handwritten note on your bedside table, accompanied by a single red rose.

My dearest,

You are the one thing in my life that no amount of wealth or power could ever replace. I may not always express it in ways you approve of, but my love for you is unshakable. Thank you for being my balance, my light, and my heart.

Yours, always,

Ambessa

You sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection filling you. She would always push your boundaries, but you couldn’t deny the love and care behind her every action.

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[callmemonster68]

ENHYPEN - Suck-Suck ( smut )

waking up being sucked

Pairing: Enhypen X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, public sex, oral

Niki Scene: Niki is lying on his back, his face serene. You decide you want to see him lose control. Dialogue: Niki: (wakes up with a start, looking at you with wide eyes) "What are you doing, Y/N?!" Y/N: (smiling as you continue) "Don't you like it, Niki?" Niki: (takes a deep breath, trying to suppress a groan) "L-like it? I love it, but you're insane for doing this to me while I'm sleeping!" Y/N: "I thought it was a good way to start the day." Niki: (grabs your hair, smiling mischievously) "If that's how you want to start... then don't stop now."

Jungwon Scene: Jungwon is lying on his side, his breathing calm. You slide closer to him, starting slowly to wake him up with intensity. Dialogue: Jungwon: (moans softly, slowly opening his eyes) "Y/N, what... are you doing?" Y/N: (whispers, looking at him as you continue) "Waking you up. I thought you'd like it." Jungwon: (grabs your hair firmly, a mischievous smile on his face) "Like it? You just left me breathless. Now it's my turn to return the favor."

Sunghoon Scene: Sunghoon is lying on his stomach, his messy hair spread over the pillow. You lean over him and start teasing him. Dialogue: Sunghoon: (wakes up with a low groan, the muscles in his back tensing) "Y/N... seriously? Now?" Y/N: (with a teasing tone) "Didn't you like the surprise?" Sunghoon: (slowly turns to look at you, his eyes gleaming with desire) "I loved it. But now you're going to have to handle what comes next." Y/N: (softly laughing) "I'm counting on it."

Sunoo Scene: Sunoo is lying on his side, murmuring something softly as he sleeps. You decide it's time to change the tone of the night. Dialogue: Sunoo: (wakes up with a surprised groan, looking at you with a sleepy smile) "Y/N... you're so bad." Y/N: (smiling provocatively) "Do you want me to stop?" Sunoo: (holds your face gently, his eyes sparkling) "Not in a million years. Keep going... I want to savor every second."

Jake Scene: Jake is lying on his side, his face peaceful and adorable as he sleeps. You approach him slowly, determined to surprise him. Dialogue: Jake: (wakes up with a surprised groan, his hand instinctively reaching for your hair) "Y/N... are you messing with me?" Y/N: (looks at him with a mischievous smile, not stopping) "I just wanted to take care of you, love." Jake: (bites his lip, throwing his head back) "You're dangerous... I don't know how I'll handle this." Y/N: (teasing) "Who said you have to handle it?"

Jay Scene: Jay is sleeping soundly next to you, his breathing slow and steady. But you can't resist and decide to wake him up in a special way. Dialogue: Jay: (moans softly as he feels the first movements, his voice husky with sleep) "Y/N... what are you doing?" Y/N: (whispers, without stopping what you're doing) "Waking you up in a way I thought you'd enjoy." Jay: (gently pulls your hair, his eyes now fully open) "Enjoy? Love, you just turned my dream into reality." Y/N: (smiling provocatively) "I thought you deserved it." Jay: (holds your head firmly) "Now that you've started, don't stop until I say so."

Heeseung Scene: Heeseung is sleeping deeply, one hand resting on his chest. You slide under the blanket and start teasing him. Dialogue: Heeseung: (moans softly, slowly waking up) "Y/N... what are you doing?" Y/N: (whispers against his skin) "Waking you up in a special way." Heeseung: (tilts his head back, his fingers threading through your hair) "You're unbelievable... You know I'm not going to let this slide, right?" Y/N: (laughs against him) "I'm counting on it, love."

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Jason the toymaker x A Reader who collects toys

Well, well, well, it looks like Jason has some competition, hm? I'm joking a little bit, but once Jason learns that you collect toys, considering he's a toymaker, he takes trying to make you toys that you'd add to your collection very seriously. Although, Jason is quite happy that you're as fond of toys as he is. Toys are a pretty big part of his life, and knowing that you enjoy them so much that you even collect them brings him a lot of joy and security in your relationship, as I do think sometimes he gets a little bit worried about whether or not a new partner might judge him for how into toys he is, so it makes him feel very comfortable in his relationship with you.

Jason is obviously very curious about the kinds of toys you collect (especially if he's going to be upping his game to make toys he thinks are worthy enough to belong in your collection), and so he does ask you a lot of questions about them. I feel like he doesn't originally expect you to actually show him all the toys you have in your collection, but if you'd like to show him, he jumps at the chance and is giddy like a kid in a candy shop about it. Jason can tell from how well-loved and maintained they are that you obviously care a great deal for them, and it makes his chest warm and makes him feel more confident in the fact that he clearly picked the right person. I feel like he'd also ask if you have any stories about specific ones, or if you have favorites and why if you do. As a toymaker, it makes him happy when people are able to form sentimental attachments to their toys, as I do think Jason treasures every toy he creates, and he views them as more than just objects to play with or hold or look at.  I feel like he, in the end, would tell you he wants to try to make a toy worthy of being in your collection one day, but what he's not expecting is for you to say that any toy he makes could go in your collection.

When you explain that it's because anything he was to make for you would be special, he definitely gets all blushy and flustered, but he still says that if you're going to put one of his toys into your collection it simply must be perfect. That's just how he is with you, his partner, in general; you deserve nothing less than perfection in his mind, whether it's a toy or something else, you deserve the best of the best. He still, all this time later, hasn't crafted a toy he thinks is perfect for you yet, but one day he will, and it'll be the finest thing he's ever crafted, you'll just have to be patient and wait a bit longer for it. (He does still give you tons of toys though, all made by him of course, he just thinks they aren't good enough for the collection.) One of Jason's favorite pastimes with you is pulling you into his lap and making new toys with you. He'll show you all the different parts and what they do, regardless of the type of toy. He'll sit there and tinker for hours with you in his lap, explaining every single step and part of the process, and it makes him indescribably happy and relaxed to be able to do this with you. If you ever randomly ask to watch him craft something he feels as though he might die on the spot from elation.

[mads-hemmo]

It’s Nice to Have a Friend - Jschlatt

Part 7

Masterlist

Reader has been lonely their whole life. They have never been in a relationship. They don’t understand why no one will love them but their best friend, Schlatt has always been in love with them.

The first part of this part is fluff then the next part is just smut, so mdni. 18+ only. This is also the official last part, so thank you for the support on it. Also I know Reader has been gn up to this point but they are now afab for smut purposes.

You and Schlatt have now been dating for a little over three months. It has been pure bliss and everything has been going great. You still have kept your relationship only between the two of you. The most you have done is make out with some touching, but you felt more was going to happen soon.

Today is your birthday and Schlatt was doing whatever he could to spoil you. He surprised you with tickets to see Wicked on broadway. He requested that you both dress up so he could make the night extra special. Before the show, Schlatt takes you out to a fancy dinner at a steakhouse. He tells you it’s not as good as Boa, but it’s definitely up there.

As you sip from your wine glass, you look over at Schlatt who is smiling at you like an idiot. “What?” You ask him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing. You’re just so beautiful and I can’t believe you’re mine,” he tells you. “Are you excited for the show?”

You nod, excitedly. You had seen your fair share of Broadway shows living in New York, but watching one with Schlatt made you very happy. “Yes I am. Thank you for everything. You know you don’t have to splurge on me just because it’s my birthday.”

“Don’t worry about it, Toots. I like spoiling you. You deserve it. It’s your twenty-fifth birthday. It needs to be special.”

You roll your eyes, affectionately at him. After you both finish your meals, you make your way to the show. Once you find your seats, you realize that he bought you the best ones. “Jay,” you let out, surprised.

He just smiles at you. “Let’s sit,” he says, grabbing your hand in his.

The show starts and you watch in awe at the performers. You feel Schlatt’s eyes watching you, but you ignore it. His thumb rubs the back of your hand. During intermission, you finally look back over at Schlatt. He has that same dumb look on his face. “Isn’t it amazing? They are so talented. I’m so ready for the second act,” you tell him.

“Yeah I’m actually enjoying it. But the view beside me is much better to look at,” he says.

You slap his arm slightly. “Shut up and watch the show. You spent too much money to not actually watch it. You can look at me anytime.” You squint your eyes at him in a slight scowl.

He kisses your temple. “As long as you're happy, I’m happy.”

You roll your eyes as act 2 starts. You realize that Schlatt’s eyes are actually focused on the stage. You smile to yourself, happy that he seems to be enjoying himself.

After the show, you get in his car to head back to his apartment. Ever since you started dating, you have spent most nights at his. Yours mainly just acts as a storage and holds some of your clothes. You already have a space in his closet and the majority of your hair products and makeup are in his bathroom.

On the ride home, Schlatt gushes over the show. He suggests that you go see shows more often. Especially if it means seeing you happy. You’re honestly shocked about how much he enjoyed it.

When you finally arrive back at his apartment, you can feel the sexual tension starting to build. Once you walk inside, his lips immediately connect to yours. “As much as I like this dress, I think it would look better off,” Schlatt groans in your ear.

You think tonight is the night and you’re ready. This will be your first time, but you trust Schlatt. He pulls away from you. His brown eyes somehow look even darker. “Take me upstairs,” you command.

Schlatt picks up as if you weigh nothing. You squeal slightly when he picks you up. He carries you to his bedroom before placing you on the bed. His lips immediately press against yours. You can already feel his bulge growing as he rubs against you. He deepens the kiss by exploring your mouth with his tongue.

This is how most of your nights have been. You make out for what feels like hours. When Schlatt can’t take it anymore, he goes to take a shower to relieve himself. You pull away from him slightly. “I’m ready. I want you to fuck me tonight,” you tell him.

Schlatt groans. “Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes I’m sure. I’m ready and I want you. Bad.”

He kisses you again. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress. It slowly falls down your body. Schlatt helps you fully remove it and throws it across the room. He takes in your body, enjoying the matching set you put on. “These are really nice. Too bad, they will be coming off soon,” Schlatt says, kissing your jaw down to your chest.

You help him take off his coat jacket then work on unbuttoning his shirt. He does it for you. Schlatt throws it all off including his tie. You rub your hand softly over the bulge you see forming in his pants. He lets out a soft moan. “Can I suck you off? You may need to help me through it though,” you tell him.

“Fuck, toots. You’re going to be the death of me. Kill me if I ever say no to that question.”

You laugh slightly, helping him out of his tight trousers. You can’t even see him fully, but you know he’s huge just from the outline in his boxer. You start panicking a little bit imagining it inside of you. Schlatt seems to sense your anxiety, so he kisses you. You smile against his lips.

As he kisses you, he slips off his boxers. You pull away and look at him in awe. He’s huge and you want him in your mouth immediately. You kiss the tip before taking it in your mouth. You start sucking lightly, making sure to cover your teeth. The room fills with Schlatt’s moans. You take more of his cock in your mouth. You start speeding up a bit. You enjoy hearing Schlatt’s moans turn into whimpers. You go down further on him until you start coughing a bit.

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby. Just take it slow. If you need to stop, you can,” he comforts you.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, taking him back in your mouth.

“Use your hands if you can’t fit it all. Spit on them or I can grab some lube to make it feel good,” he tells you.

You spit on both your hands before using them to rub his cock. You put your mouth back on him. You start speeding up again, getting the hang of it. Schlatt’s hands go to the back of your head making a ponytail out of your hair.

After a little while, he pulls you off of him. “I was about to come. If I come, I’ll be knocked out,” he tells you.

Schlatt helps you out of your bra. As soon as it’s off, his mouth attaches to one of your breasts. He takes his time with you. You feel yourself soaking your panties and you’re getting impatient. You want him inside you already. After he’s done with your breast, he kisses down your stomach to your panties. “Damn, Toots. You’re soaked already and I’ve barely touched you,” he teases.

“I know. Can you just fuck me already?” You plead.

“Be patient. This is your first time, so I’ll have to prep you first. I’ll fuck you when you’re ready, but don’t be a brat.”

He quickly rips your panties down your legs. He kisses your thighs, completely ignoring your wet core. “Jay,” you beg. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“I’m only being nice since it’s your birthday,” he says, before finally delving in. He wastes no time sucking on your clit then licking long strips down your center.

The sounds that come out of your mouth are foreign to your ears. The pleasure is too much that you’re scared you may come in seconds. You feel Schlatt’s finger start to tease your hole. He finally inserts it softly while continuing to suck on your clit. You throw your head back as he goes a bit quicker. When he thinks you’re ready, he inserts another finger. He starts scissoring to open you up.

“Fuck you’re so tight. I don’t think I’m going to last when I get to finally be inside you,” Schlatt tells you as you continue to moan.

“Jay,” you groan when his mouth goes back to your clit. He continues to work you open. You start worrying you’re going to come soon, but he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

After what feels like hours, he pulls his fingers out. “I think you’re ready. I’m going to go slow. It is going to hurt at first, but I’ll try to be as soft as I can. There may be a mess, but we can clean it up. Are you ready?”

You nod at him. You’ve been thinking about this moment for a while now and it’s finally happening. As it’s your first time, you’re not sure what to expect but it’s Schlatt. You have immense trust for him.

He leans over to grab a condom from his nightstand. He opens the packets and delicately rolls the condom on. Schlatt lines himself up. You feel like you’re being ripped apart by his girth even though only the tip is in. You feel a tear slowly fall down your cheek. He kisses your forehead as he pushes in a bit more.

“Fuck,” you yell out, your eyes feeling up with tears.

“I know, baby. It will only hurt for a bit. Let me know when I can move and I will,” Schlatt tells you. He moves the hair out of your face and pecks your lips softly. His rough fingers wipe the stray tears from your eyes.

When you get used to the feeling inside you, you nod. “You can move,” you tell him.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Schlatt slowly pulls out of you then pushes out again. He keeps doing that before he picks up his pace. It starts to feel pleasurable again. You clench around him, wanting to keep him close.

“Fuck toots. If you keep doing that, I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he groans. He presses his lips to your as he goes faster. Schlatt’s hands rest on your hips to give him better leverage. You hold on his forearms and start matching his pace. You’re not sure why it took so long to do this.

“Jay. Fuck,” you moan against his lips. There’s so much you want to say, but you’re at a loss for words.

He groans against your lips. Your noises meld together. You can tell he’s just as close as you are. “I’m coming,” you yell out.

Schlatt continues to fuck you through it until he reaches his climax. “(Y/N),” he moans out. Once he finishes, he slowly pulls out of you. He takes off the full condom and disposes of it. He goes into the bathroom to grab a towel. You look down to see the mess you made. You’re scared when you see blood, but you were sure you weren’t supposed to start for another week.

Schlatt comes in with the towel. “I’m sorry,” you start, looking back at the mess.

“It’s okay. That’s why I brought the towel to clean you up,” he tells you. He comes over and starts to wipe you up.

“I didn’t realize I had started. If I knew, we could have waited.”

Schlatt starts to chuckle slightly. “That’s not your period. Have you ever heard the term, ‘popping the cherry?’”

“Ohh,” you say, realizing what happened. “That’s gross. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I knew it was going to happen. It’s just part of it.” Schlatt walks over to you and kisses your temple. “How about you hop in the shower and I’ll change the sheets?”

You nod, getting up. You struggle a bit, so Schlatt helps you on your feet. “I love you,” you tell him, pecking his lips.

“I love you too. Go hop in the shower. You’ll feel a lot better. Afterwards, we can cuddle and I’ll play with your hair.”

“How about after you change the sheets, you join me? It is my birthday after all,” you wink at him, making your way to the shower.

Your twenty-fifth has been your best birthday yet and it’s all thanks to Schlatt. You’re insanely glad he confessed his feelings to you months ago. Being Schlatt’s best friend was amazing, but being Schlatt’s partner was somehow entirely better. You look forward to more moments together. But for now, all you can think about is him joining you in the shower for round two.

A/N: omg my baby is finally finished!! Thank you for the constant support!! I have many things planned so stayed tuned. I also got inspired with it being reader’s birthday as my 25th birthday is coming up soon! Lots of love!!

[juudesgirl]

soulmates - jude bellingham

“a soulmate is someone who challenges you to do better, someone who can’t stand seeing you sad, someone who stays faithful, loyal and committed to you, someone who helps take care of you when you’re sick, someone who stands by your side through the good days and the bad days and someone who wants to grow old and grey with you”

if jude could picture the perfect person, it would be you. from the moment he had laid eyes on you, he knew you were something special.

you had met him through one of your friends, it had been your friends’ birthday and they had thrown a party to celebrate. after 5 minutes of arriving, you had bumped into jude navigating your way through the swarm of people at the party. as soon as your eyes locked, jude had been captivated by your beauty.

the way your doe eyes lit up, the blush formed on your cheeks by the heat of the room and the bright smile on your face as you looked at him, made his stomach do somersaults. he hadn’t seen anyone as beautiful as you, he knew he had to speak to you. throughout the night, you both were stuck by each others’ side all night - laughing at eachothers’ silly jokes, laughing at the semi-drunk people around you, it couldn’t of been a more perfect night.

you had exchanged numbers before leaving the party, as soon as you left, jude had messaged you straight away asking if you had enjoyed the party and if you had gotten home safely. from then, you kept contact with eachother regularly.

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to say jude was obsessed with you, was definitely an understatement. whether it was at training or speaking to his family or one of his friends, he’d always mention you in his conversations - he couldn’t help it, he was reminded of you wherever or whatever he was doing, it was like you were stuck in his mind. jude wanted to be around you whether it calling you, texting you or seeing you, he just loved the feeling of you being in his life. jude loved spending time with you, even if it was just the both of you sitting down doing absolutely nothing, he enjoyed it. you were one of the few people who he felt safe and happy with, you were his person and he adored the hell out of you.

jude was one of those people that no matter what, always made you feel special. he’d always surprise you with getting your favourite flowers delivered to your house if he wasn’t around to show and let you know that no matter where he was, he was thinking of you and that he was missing you, he always wanted to show you the affection that you deserved. even after a tough training session, he’d stop by to see you. you loved being around jude, and he loved being around you, you both were like a breath of fresh air to eachother no matter how long you’d been seeing eachother.

as time went on, jude had started to fall for you more and more each day, he couldn’t help but not too. jude had mentioned you to his family, always praising you and telling them how much you meant to him, and how excited he was for them to meet you. family is an important factor in jude’s life, so to have you all together, would be so important to him. his family especially his little brother jobe, were happy for jude to have finally found someone, especially someone who’s been able to bring the spark back into his life - they were excited to meet you.

“you know there’s no one else I’d rather be with other than you? you really do make every day worth living and i enjoy spending any bit of time I have with you” jude said to while standing outside of your house, dropping you off after another successful date.

“i love spending time with you too jude. i haven’t met someone like you who makes me laugh so much or makes me feel so comfortable before” you gushed, while brushing your hand on his cheek, while his hands found your waist and pulled you close.

“i feel the same y/n, you’ve made me the happiest i’ve felt in a very long time. there’s never not a time where i’m not thinking when i’ll see you again or thinking about you. i just want to be with you all the time, i just want you around all the time. so i was wondering if you wanna be my girlfriend?” jude said nervously. you could tell he was nervous, the grip he had on your waist had loosened and he begun to chew bottom lip as he waited for your answer. “i understand i-if you say n-no it is too soon and i-” he started once again before you interrupted him with a beaming smile.

“aw jude, of course i want to be your girlfriend. you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to ask me” you said giggling while putting your arms around his neck softly.

jude laughed softly before he pulled you into a soft hug. his head instantly fell the crook of your neck and he began to place soft and delicate kisses on your neck as you hugged. liking the softness of his kisses along your neck, you decided to tilt your head back and to enjoy the feeling more. he placed a few more on your neck, before pulling away and leaning his head onto yours which made stand up onto your tiptoes before kissing him softly. you both sighed happily into the kiss, very thankful for this sweet moment and how excited you were to be jude’s girlfriend.

as you and jude kissed, he begun to think about how his life has changed dramatically so quickly. he always knew you were special, and sometimes he joked but seriously thought you was his guardian angel. once upon a time, he was in the most dark and fragile time of his life. he didn’t think that he’d be able to come back after the hard times at all. then you came along into his life unexpectedly, protected and guided him throughout the journey and helped him to feel like him again.

jude couldn’t help but fall in love with you, as everything shattered, you came along and picked all the pieces up and fixed it. jude was finally as happy as he could be; all because of you, because you saved him and knew from the moment he met you, you were soulmates and you’d find eachother in every lifetime no matter where you guys were.

[shadowww-bunny]

↪︎ 💌Relationships with Dean Winchester be like:

🥃 Dean is not used to romantic long-term relationships, emotional attachment is difficult for him, so it will take a very (really VERY) long time before the hunter confesses his feelings to you. He will hesitate for a long time, try to suppress this aching feeling in his chest that appears when he thinks about you, but when he realizes that it is useless, he will decide to give you two a chance.

🥃 Dean is not a master of deep, sappy speeches, so you should not expect cliched sentimental compliments from him as in the best melodramas. Dean is a man of action, it can be difficult for him to express his feelings in words, so he will demonstrate his affection for you in the only way he is familiar with: hugs, kisses, glances and, of course, passionate nights in bed.

🥃 Despite his harsh appearance, Dean enjoys physical contact. This is his love language. He doesn't miss an opportunity to touch you, whether it's a pat on the back, tucking your hair behind your ear, or jokingly nudging you. So don't be surprised if Dean "accidentally" falls on you or his hand ends up where it shouldn't be.

🥃 Dean is used to being the protector, the one who controls everything, so your care confuses him. The hunter's lifestyle makes him subconsciously look for a trick and doubt whether he deserves it. But every time you praise, compliment, and gentle treatment, he melts and even embarrasses. Dean can pretend he doesn't need it, but he appreciates it more than he show.

🥃 Dean has always dealt with his negative emotions alone, and at first he will wear this mask with you. It will take a lot of time, persuasion, and words of love before Dean starts showing you his fatigue, sadness, and pain. Of course, he still hides a lot, not wanting to burden you with his problems, but after you listen to him and support him, he feels much better.

🥃 Dean knows you well enough to notice when you're upset or just in a bad mood. He's not as good with words as Sam, but he has his own ways of comforting you. Usually, Dean puts you on his lap and hugs tightly, allowing to bury your face in his chest, as if it's the only shelter from the storm inside you. He kisses you in a silent promise to protect you from all the troubles in the world, and you know that it is.

🥃 Dean likes it when you wear his clothes. It usually happens in the morning, on a weekend, when you put on the first thing that comes to hand, and it turns out to be one of Dean's. Hunter is turned on by how adorable you look in his oversized T-shirt that barely covers your hips. All sleepy and sweet, and his. Only his.

🥃 Dean likes to distract you, especially when you're busy with something. He's acting like a cat demanding attention, and he won't let up until he gets what he wanted. When Sam is not around, Dean becomes even more needy and impatient. He tease you when you're focused on the research. Dean just lies on you, resting his head on your lap, fiddling with the hem of your shirt until you roll your eyes and start stroking his hair, eliciting a satisfied smile.

🥃 princess treatment. Dean enjoys taking care of you. It is important to him that you feel safe, loved and special, and he will do everything for this. Dean buckles your seat belt, carries your bags, and loves holding you in his arms, feeling how your delicate figure fits perfectly in his arms. He becomes so gentle only with you, and it's really cute.

🥃 Dean is jealous. He tries to suppress it, respecting your personal space, and stands somewhere nearby looking after you, but when some guy turns out to be too annoying, Dean immediately finds himself next to you. His hand rests possessively on your hip, and his murderous aura makes the guy quickly leave. However, the hunter won't let you go for a long time after that. He protects what is his.

[wonderholegifs]

Rhett & Link's Wonderhole

[beatleswings]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIANNE EVELYN GABRIEL FAITHFULL (DECEMBER 29, 1946)

[sysig]

If it’s not you, what’s the point! (Patreon)

[giftboxxworld]

Some Peppino art I made from the beginning of this year starting with this

Dumb episode idea: Everyone finally manages to convince Peppino to go on a diet, only for him to find his way into spending way too much money for some crazy routine (half a lettuce leaf a day), then later loses it and eats like 20 pizzas in the end and realizes that Mr. Stick was behind it all so he could take Peppino's money (again)

[clegfly]

Hey I just want to make this post really quickly to say:

All of you out there that are passionate about a piece of media, even just a little, just know that you are the foundation of what makes fandom spaces fun, creative, kind and enjoyable. NEVER forget that.

People try to bring other fandom spaces down all the time. Every fandom has its toxicity, and some bad sides are definitely more substantial and visible than others. It’s just what happens when you put a bunch of people together in one community, and shit’s bound to crop up at some point. But no matter what people’s general opinions on YOUR passions are, never, EVER let them get you down. Because your passion overrides any “toxicity” your space has.

Those that are creative, those that are analytical, those that have that very clear and very beautiful passion and love in their hearts for the media they talk about is what makes fandom spaces so beautiful and fantastic to me. Seeing others like me talk about and express through their own mediums just how much something I love means to them makes me feel a warmth in my heart you can’t get anywhere else.

So, I just wanted to say: I love you all. Please never let anyone get you down. You are all amazing, passionate people, and you are what makes fandom so special, to me and so many others. Keep doing what you’re doing.

[winepresswrath]

what louis did to lestat and what louis did to armand are connected and that's important to the story but also. it is simply not the same. nothing louis did excuses armand's behaviour, that's not how anything works, but he did not "cross a line" or "poke at armand," he weaponized armand's history of abuse to belittle and demean him. nothing armand said to louis came close- the equivalent would have been "oooh, i'm such a stupid bitch that my husband can beat me half to death and i'll keep crawling back for more even when it endangers my daughter!" it's retraumatizing and deeply destabilizing to hear that shit from your partner. and in response armand should have been like "well this man sucks when he's high and he's high all the time, so i'm bouncing" but if he'd done that we wouldn't have a story, would we?

edit: i've come back to give armand credit for "claudia didn't love you like we did/do. ps. u used her to distract from your own hurt feelings" that shit does hit in a similar way. however "the ways someone hurt you have left you contemptible and weak. they scrawled 'dirty and annoying' all over your soul in red ink and it's never coming off" is just outstanding work. timeless

[princesslocket]

Happy Birthday @kentaeran Boom! Amasai just for you~

[nekomamiiz]

Hiiii new moot!! 💕 congrats on the milestone! You deserve it!! 🥰 and I can't wait to read your next fics! 👀

If you can do it, for the event I wrote this.. I hope it's helpful 🥰

Name: Guya

Colours: grey, green, auburn, bordeaux

Season, hobbies, places: I love autumn with parks, coffe shops, libraries and my hobbies are reading, playing video games, watching movies/animes/TV series, listening to music, drawing (badly), daydreaming and petting stray cats!

Character: Kuroo or Oikawa (you choose!)

Personality: I'm shy and an introvert, but I like being kind to people, listen to them and help them out if they need. I've been told that I'm very patient and that my smile makes people happier as well. And even though I'm usually timid, when I'm comfortable around people I talk a lot and I'm funnier (I think, but more in a dork way ahaha)

guya x kuroo

no matter how long or stressful the work day seems to be, tetsurou finds all the comfort he needs in knowing that at the end of the day, he is able to come back home to you. dinner dates are very important to tetsurou; he loves wining and dining you like it’s the first time all over again, but what he cherishes most is when it’s just the two of you relaxing at home with a movie or building a world together on your favorite game. suddenly, whatever happened at work didn’t seem so bad because that smile on your face and the laugh that comes with it has magically erased his worries from his mind, and he will tell you how grateful he is to have you and your laughter in his life every day.

want to join? check out the event rules here!

[romanticatheartt]

Well f*cking done people. Keep this up and you'll chase away every single artist. Good job.

[cannibalcreepers]

Happy Birthday 🎁❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🎁🎁❤️🥳🎁🥰🎁🥳❤️🎁🎁🎁❤️❤️🎁🥰🥰🥳❤️🥳🎁🥰🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎁🎁🎁🎁🥳:

Saw-Tooth:

It was a dark night and the white moon radiated it’s bright light onto the leaves and the ground of the forests. The woods were deadly quiet for there were no animals nor humans that inhabited the area. Or at least not normal humans. Not far was a dingy cabin. And in that cabin was living 4 mutants. All of them living a lifestyle of degeneracy and murder. They all were cold-blooded killers. Each having their own forms of disposition. The original three were brothers in blood.

Whilst the last mutant was an Outsider who happened to travel into their territory. She was a very large woman. Large enough to easily take the eldest brother on in a fight. The eldest brother, Saw-Tooth, instantly felt an attraction towards the fiercely strong female. The woman rarely spoke and when she did her voice was rough and deep. Her deceased fellow tribesmen of giants gifted her the name of ‘Moon’. The reasoning was because of her snow white pale flesh and hair. Her eyes were pale blue and were always stuck in a cold expression. She was very ruthless in terms of the hunt and battle. And that’s what drew Saw-Tooth to her.

They had finished hunting and devouring human flesh hours ago. The night is still young. The two youngest brothers are long gone into the sleepy dark abyss on their shared bed. Only Saw-Tooth and Moon remained awake. The female mutant lied there in the filthy bed. Her mind beyond perturbed. Something irked her. Very, very deeply.

Saw-tooth was wide awake as well. He was occupied with staring over at the beautiful woman whose flesh he could see from the reflected moonlight. He could tell she was visibly disturbed.

But he wouldn’t bother to investigate for he knew she would not be happy at being bothered late in the night.

Moon already knew what she was currently craving for. She patiently waited it out for weeks. But it wouldn’t vanish. Moon lied there for minutes in debate with herself. The heat in her loins protested ferociously against her resistance.

She could feel Saw-Tooth’s eyes staring through her. He always stared at her in a particular way. A way she was very familiar with. Moon knew from the start from the lust in his eyes.

Moon didn’t plan on having offspring this early in her life. But with her current status being the last of her tribe, she thought otherwise.

Perhaps………

Saw-tooth watched the woman stiffen for a moment. And then Moon slowly sits up in her bed and gets up to slowly walk towards Saw-Tooth’s bed. The man’s permanent frown never changing although he is confused. Moon didn’t say a word as she started unbuttoning her dirty blue blouse. Her huge breasts burst from the fabric confinements on her chest.

Saw-Tooth quickly sat up in shock. He didn’t predict this would happen. But by the time his mind had gotten ahold of itself again, Moon was completely bare. His eyes moved down her figure. Taking in her large breasts, small waist, large curves, and heavily toned stomach.

The giant cannibal man immediately felt his member harden. The woman before him is blatantly offering herself to him on a platter. Saw-Tooth couldn’t help but be aroused by her bluntness of the situation.

Taking his silence as a continuation, Moon pushed him back down onto his bed and positioned herself atop of his lap. She didn’t have to do much to arouse him. The member pressing directly against her slit told her all she needed.

Saw-Tooth’s breathing was fast and heavy. Moon felt him grasp her hips and grind himself against her. And she lays on his chest and wraps her arm around his neck. She will partially let him take some charge in this case.

Saw-Tooth watched the usually dominant match the rhythm of his hips. This went on for a couple of seconds. Saw-Tooth was getting impatient. But before he could release his member, Moon remaining in her previous position, pulled her arm back and unzips his pants for him. She then roughly grabs his cock and drops herself on it.

Moon immediately starts riding the fellow giant mutant beneath her. His low grunts responding to her rough riding him. The grip he has on her hips were iron tight. It would leave dark bruises soon after but Moon didn’t care. She could take him.

All of him. Probably more than any other mutant woman could. She starts grinding against her current playmate. Saw-Tooth thrusts himself up into her, attempting to match her rhythm.

He wouldn’t last much longer considering the roughness and quickness Moon was going at him. She wanted to make this quick and simple.

A hard and quick fuck.

Moon felt her climax coming. The sweat and heat mixing together. All creating an exotic combination. The cock inside her is twitching. The man is almost ready. Moon would just have to speed up the pace.

She gets up from her knees and onto her feet. And starts to bounce on Saw-Tooth like an animal. Her low growls and moans intertwining with Saw-tooth’s deep guttural noises.

Moon didn’t stop until she felt a sudden but large surge of warm fluid fill her insides. And that triggered her release. As she stops and turns her head up to the ceiling and moans loudly.

Both of the beastly giants sat there breathing hard in silence. Neither not caring if they possibly had awoken audience or not.

-------------- !!!!!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀💦I LOVE THIS!!! You are such a sweetheart for this wonderful gift thank you 🥺💖💖 Heheheheh I always love when others send me fanfics, especially if they naughty UwU 🥺✨💖✨💖💖