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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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lover! i’m turning 20 in a month and i have a special request ……..

i usually don’t ask for anything on my birthday but you are my fav and your fics are my fav and i was hoping you would consider writing me a lil bday peter parker smut fic !! like old times :,,,) because truly no other writer makes me feel the way u do and i would like to experience true, filthy joy on my bday </3

as always no pressure- i am grateful just for your existence and i will enjoy my 20th nonetheless. but if you decide to…. a smutty lovely perfect fic from you would truly make it the best bday ever.

so this is my request, a month in advance to give u plenty of time <3 ily ily ily mwah mwah mwah

always yours !! 🪐

happy birthday my sweet baby!!!! you are so precious to me, you've always been so kind and sweet to me and my writing that i can't help but adore you just as much <3333 i hope you have a fantastic 20th, and i hope you're feeling better and not so sick!!! i hope this is everything you wanted and more <33

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Let the record show that Peter does not need to smear cake icing over your tits to want to suck them. In fact, he's spent many a night drooling down your chest, moaning and groaning against the heated flesh of your breasts. Tonight, though, is special, because tonight is your birthday.

He reaches blindly behind him to find the cake you'd made together, hand running into it faster than expected. It stains his entire hand sticky with the white icing, but he takes an extra large dollop on his pointer finger, smearing his hand over your stomach while keeping the single finger elevated. You watch him entranced, breath vacating your lungs and leaving you dazed as he paints your skin with sugar.

Once the rest of his hand is clean, and your stomach is his next target, he reaches up to press his finger into your open mouth, relishing the feeling of your smooth, soft tongue curling wetly around his finger to lick the icing off. Your stomach is calling his name, soft and sweet and smeared in frosting, but he can't help leaning up for a kiss. His tongue slides smoothly over yours, lapping at the sugary icing as his nose presses into your cheek. You arch at the contact, pushing your belly into his own and probably sticking frosting to his skin. He's sure you won't mind the treat, either.

He holds the side of your face, forgetting that his hand is still partially sticky. And you squirm when his finger dots icing into your hair. He breaks away panting, licking his lips clean of the sugary frosting and moving to press wet kisses to your cheek. He trails up the line of frosting, apologizing softly into your hairline at the dollop stuck to the strands. Later he'll run you a bath and let you melt into him while he washes your hair, but for now he's hellbent on cleaning you off with his tongue, not with soap and water.

"Sorry," He breathes, trailing his sticky kisses back down your face and dotting them over your lips in staccato, "Sorry, I- I forgot my hand was sticky. I got distracted."

"I know," You giggle breathlessly, chest shaking slightly, "Your eyes are glazed over, Pete."

"Stooop," He whines, snuggling his burning cheeks against your skin as he buries his face in your neck, "It's just- mm-fuck, this- this feels like my birthday present, sweetheart."

He punctuates his words with a flick of his tongue over your smooth skin, and your breath hitches. He licks a wet trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and back to your tits, pursing his lips around your nipple and suckling, the distant taste of frosting residue flooding his mouth.

"No, no it's-" Your hips lift slightly when his hand plants itself between them for leverage, and he gets the memo, thumbing gently at your clit through your panties, "It's mine! It's definitely- fuck, my present. God, Peter, you're so- aah! So good!"

"Sweet girl," He hums against your skin, flattening his tongue one last time over your nipple before breaking the suction, pulling back and licking down your stomach. His tongue leaves ticklish trails of spit shimmering in its wake, smeared between globs of frosting that he makes quick work of. The feeling only adds to the gush of slick you feel pooling in your cunt, that Peter's about to release as he thumbs at your panties.

The second he feels the fabric beneath his fingers grow wet, having pressed slightly harder against your slit than before, he groans. Deep and low, gutturally against your stomach. He leaves a wet kiss just below your belly button, swallowing hard so that the sugar from the frosting doesn't interfere with what he's about to taste. He uses your thighs as a pallet cleanser, dipping his head between them to suck and lick at the sensitive flesh.

Maybe it's the birthday excitement, or maybe it's the sight of your body smeared in stiffening spit and frosting, still warm, or maybe it's the rolling motions Peter holds tight to your clit with his thumb, but whatever it is, you know you're already halfway to cumming.

The second his tongue hits your slit you moan, bucking your hips against his face as he chases to keep up with you. He's like a man starved, head darting to follow your aching cunt wherever your hips send it. He locks you down with a hand over your thigh, the other still thumbing at your clit.

"You taste- hnngh," Peter groans into your cunt, tongue going slack as he nearly blacks out at your taste, "-Better than the frosting, sweetheart."

"Please," You whimper, tugging at his soft brown hair, "I need- more, I need more, Peter, please!"

"Mhm," He nods, nose bumping your clit at the same time his thumb circles it. You cry out, feeling his thick tongue lap fervently at the slick coating your cunt.

It's like he's making out with your cunt, tongue sliding this way and that in repeated, calculated strokes. You feel each and every one in your very core, adding to a burning ball of fire that'll explode at a moment's notice. When Peter switches his mouth to your clit and his fingers to your cunt you nearly faint, feeling the pucker of his lips around the sensitive spot while his fingers press to your core.

The steady pumping of his fingers, in and out, in and out, in and out, coupled with his tongue sliding hot and wet around your clit, then flattening against it, have bliss rising rampantly below your belly. It approaches like a wave, a tsunami that Peter sees coming from the stiffening of your legs.

"Come on," He croons, speaking against your clit, "Go ahead, sweetheart. Let go, okay?"

His soft, sweet words are almost comical when paired with his devious actions. But it doesn't mean they don't have your legs trembling, and you let yourself fall victim to the tsunami, trying not to crush his head between your thighs as you cum.

He's an expert on your body, and his fingers guide you steadily and mind-numbingly through your orgasm. He's still on your clit, though, and it's starting to burn with overstimulation. He seems to sense it, pulling back slowly and pressing one last fond kiss to it before dipping his head back down to lick you clean.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." He murmurs, vibrations rolling through your cunt in shockwaves that make you whimper.

Your heavy breathing is the only sound accompanying the squelching of his tongue in your wet cunt. He backs off only when you start whining about being too sensitive, though he'd love to tongue-fuck you for hours.

"Okay," He stands, his own legs shaky and a bulge prominent in his jeans, "Bath time now?"

You sit up slowly, head spinning as you lift it from your pillow. It means you're at eye-level with his abdomen, and you lean in to sloppily lick a smear of frosting away.

"Mhm," You nod, mouthing lazily at his abs, "And- and cake."

Peter looks warily at the dessert, frosting askew and mostly gone, "Uh, yeah baby, but let's refrost it first, okay?"

All you can do is nod, lips still parted against his skin, "Will you feed it to me? 'M too tired."

"Of course I will," Peter lets out a breathy laugh, stroking his fingers through your hair as you clean his stomach off, "Anything for the birthday girl."

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haikyuuscreaming · 5 years ago

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FUCK THSI POST AND HAPPY BRITHDAY HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO

im so soft for all of the seijou third years and makki is not an exception. we may have been heavily deprived of makki content but i still love him and yes even though i have 3 wips i am dropping all my shit to write for hanamaki

enjoy this really fast-written but lovingly-written fic :) I LOVE U MAKKI

As soon as Hanamaki wakes up, there’s something obviously off.

He isn’t stupid. He’s always wondered why those people in dollar-cheap romance novels never seem to know what’s up when it’s their birthday. Like, gee, what’s going on? Why is my S/O so sketchy today, on my birthday? Why are all of my friends busy? He’s always wondering maybe they just have garbage self-esteem.

Fortunately for him, you’re a terrible actor.

“Morning, Makki~” Your voice is oddly awake despite Hanamaki having just woken up.

“Morning.” Hanamaki stretches lazily and his arm rests around your head. You’re wearing one of his old jerseys and he thinks it’s fitting for the occasion. “Guess whose special day it is.”

“U-Um, I don’t know.” You sound a little bit nervous although your smile’s still radiant on your face.

(He thinks it’s adorable how excited you are for his birthday.)

“B-But, you should get ready for today!! I do too, actually, so, um, I’m gonna get changed and head out..” Your excitement breaks through your ‘calm’ voice and you practically jump out of bed, kissing his forehead before dashing out. “Sorry, babe!”

“Sorry for what?”

“Um, nothing!”

“Just my luck,” Hanamaki mutters to himself. “It’s raining?”

He walks out of his favorite bakery with a box of cream puffs-- the last box of the bakery, in fact-- and suddenly it’s drizzling rain, an earthy scent flooding the world around him.

He’s a little bit frustrated-- god damn, could they at least warn him? At least so he could bring an umbrella.-- but he pays no mind. Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa have all been “busy” with plans (although Matsukawa spammed him with a shit-ton of memes and a ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU ASS <3 FULL HOMO), and you’re obviously doing something either for him or something illegal, so he knows to expect something.

Although he can’t help but shake the paranoid worm in his gut that… maybe everyone is busy? Maybe they really couldn’t spare time for his birthday…

He brushes it off, and walks back home in the rain as he shields his cream puff box.

The rain really does make walking-traffic bad.

Hanamaki was expecting to stroll home in a solid 10 minutes, but he’s stuck in an angry mob of people who are half-drenched like him. He thanks whoever’s up there for giving him a strong immune system, otherwise he’s sure that he’d be sniveling and sneezing on his special day.

He’s trying to guess how much time it’ll take to get home now- five more minutes? Seven? Ten more?- before his phone vibrates so hard in his back-pocket he would’ve thought someone shoved a vibrator back there. There’s most likely no mafia or yakuza here, so Hanamaki takes advantage of the slow-moving crowd and takes out his phone.

There it is: the barrage of texts from you. He knew you would break down eventually, asking if he’d come home soon, but he wasn’t expecting pages and pages of texts.

the fiona to my shrek:

hiro hiro are u ignoring me bc that isnt nice HIROOOO HIROOOOOO helloooooo where tf are u likeeee not tryna be sus or anything but i need u home preferably in like ten minutes no im not horny unless u want me to be 😏🤪🤪 pleaseee u asshat whyd u turn off ur location please answer? are you mad at me :( is it abt this morning? i didnt mean to brush u off i swear i didnt forget abt ur birthday and im like not planning anything or something ok please come home? ily <3 hiro Makki. hanamaki hanamaki takahiro loser baby the shadow to my sonic please respond and come home? :( youre my shrek 5 trailer OKAY BITCH FINE im sorry ur not a bitch love u mwah i mean maybe you are a bitch? but i still love u mwah mwah mwah are u even reading this i stg ill be so embarrassed if ur just busy or sum COME HOMEEEE ok bye :)

He really does think it’s adorable how much you care about this.

Rolling his eyes, he taps out a quick response:

“yea omw home” “oh, a surprise you say? ill be home soon”

He slips it into his pocket even though he feels the vibrations of the twenty or so texts that you rapid-fire send to him, most likely defending the fact that you’re definitely, absolutely not planning any shit for his ass, but he smiles to himself anyway.

He doesn’t even mind the fact he’s getting soaked in the rain. He’s excited to see what you’ve been planning.

“Home,” Hanamaki yells out. “Where are you, you big stinker?”

There isn’t an answer, which Hanamaki supposes is a little bit cliché but he doesn’t mind that much. His shared apartment with you is dark and he has to flicker on some lights through the house before he hears the faint illusion of hurried whispers. He barely makes out a voice to be yours.

“Oh! He’s here!”

“No shit he’s here. Who else comes in and yells he’s home?”

“I dunno Mattsun~ Maybe [Name]-chan has someone on the side?”

“Shut the fuck up, all of you.”

“Thank you, Hajime!”

“Shut up oh my god I think he’s listening to us.”

“Shhh!”

Hanamaki hears a dull clatter from the other room and he hides behind the wall, content with listening for a little bit longer.

“Oikawa you fucking dolt! You knocked over the forks!”

“Sorry, [Name]-chan!”

“Just pick it up already.”

“I don’t mean to burst your bubbles but I’m pretty sure he’s literally just vibing in the other room, listening to us.”

Hanamaki decides to make you all happy and takes a step. He’s kind of delighted in the way you all immediately shut up, save for your hissed quiet!, and he takes another step. Eventually he can’t take it and casually walks into the room.

It’s dark and he can’t really adjust to everything, and he’s about to say something slightly funny before the entire room illuminates and he sees his former third-year team and girlfriend yell, “Happy birthday Makki!!!!”

Makki knows that he was expecting some sort of surprise. Ever since that morning he woke up and saw you and your oddly adorable, alert face, he knew that something like this was going to happen. But still, it took just a few more seconds to register.

There was a cutely handmade banner that read Happy Birthday Makki in big, teal letters, and there were balloons strewn around the room that he knew would eventually be victims of balloon volleyball. On the table that you were all surrounding was a good, small pile of gifts and a tower of cream puffs. Not a cake, but a giant fucking tower of cream puffs.

Oh, so that’s where all the bakery’s cream puffs went.

“Oh god. You stupid idiots.” Hanamaki realizes his voice has gotten a little hoarse with sentiment, and he clears his voice and naturally, his lazy smile comes back. “I’m honored that you buffoons really planned this out for me. Clown party!”

“Be grateful, you big dummy!” You practically throw yourself onto him, and he finds himself latching onto you too. “I love you so much, Makki, happy birthday!!”

Hanamaki smiles and as if on cue, you lift up your head and smile back. He feels his heart beat a little bit faster and he remembers why he’s been loving his birthdays ever since he met you.

“Guess I love you too.”

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