#AND TODAYS HIS BIRTHDAYYY

[chiiyuuvv]

YALL I'M ON POOKIE BOOKIE STATUS WITH A BOY 😝😝😝😝

[kissforyouu]

Heyo ^^ could i request bf jungkook that won’t stop squeezing and slapping his gf’s butt >~< and today’s my bday 🎉

your boyfriend won't stop touching you !

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : established relationship , fluff , touching

warnings : basically the entire ask 💁🏽‍♀️ , perverted jk , this is rlly rlly short 😭

a/n : HEYY happy birthdayyy :) hope u like it! sorry if i posted this kinda late🥲

unedited.

ting! ting!

you rise up from your chair, giddily walking in your kitchen to take out the new batch of muffins you had just made.

you put on your oven gloves, taking a small glance at your fully baked muffins still in the oven. you bend forward, pulling the oven door down to grab the hot tray. taking hold of the tray, you pull it out of the scorching hot oven—

slap!

"what the fuck, kook?" groaning, you turn your head around to look at your boyfriend who had his hand on your ass cheek.

"i almost dropped the tray. watch what you're doing." you glare.

jungkook's lips form a pout, but continuing to rub your ass cheek.

you huff, turning around and settling the tray on your kitchen counter. jungkook stands behind you, maintaining a close proximity.

you carefully pull out the cupcakes from the tray, placing them on a plate. you grab the pink icing you had made earlier, beginning to frost. meanwhile, jungkook had his chin resting on your collarbone while his hands fondled with your ass.

mm, you didn't mind. in fact, you push your cupcakes and icing a bit farther, then leaning forward to lay your upper body on the counter and give your full weight to it. next thing, you stick your ass out, giving jungkook room to do whatever.

a sound of satisfaction leaves him, hands immediately flying to palm both your cheeks. jungkook rubs his left hand on your hip meanwhile the other presses his thumb hard onto your cheek.

his fingers caress the inside of your right thigh while the other hand wraps around your waist, his body leaning into yours, crotch tightly pressed against your ass and his chin on your shoulder. jungkook also squeezes your thigh, nails digging hard onto your flesh really hard.

"ow, kook! that hurts!" you try to wiggle yourself out of his grip. but too bad, your boyfriend is too strong.

"i know you secretly like it." he mumbles, patting the now probably reddened area a few times, then rubbing it and scratching it with his nails.

"you're so annoying, baby." is all you say before you finally free yourself from the strong man's grip. grabbing onto the now iced cupcakes, you happily walk to your living room that's right in front of the kitchen.

sneakily, but not so discretely, jungkook manages to deliver a hard slap onto your right cheek. you jolt up, glaring at him as you sit on the sofa, settling the cupcakes on the coffee table. jungkook takes his usual seat next to you then leaning forward to grab one of your cupcakes.

"pretty." he murmurs at the cupcake, then shoving the entire cupcake in his mouth. you giggle, leaning in to wipe some of the icing off his lip.

"you're so messy." you lightly tap his lips, "see! here too!" you wipe the icing off his cheek, then putting your icing covered finger in your mouth.

"messy, huh?" jungkook smirks, "you're one to talk." he cockily smirks.

fuck him. you look away, embarrassed, knowing exactly what he's referring to.

you grab the remote to switch on netflix and play some random show. you look at jungkook, who's munching on your cupcakes, as you slowly crawl your way upto his lip. your head was on his lap, lips formed to a pout as you just let yourself relax to jungkook's caresses on your head.

he strokes your hair, massaging your scalp while rambling about some story at work. you listen to him in awe, unaware of the hand that's creeping it's way towards your ass.

realisation hits you the moment you feel his hand separate your asscheeks through your booty shorts, hand dipping in between to cup your clothed core.

"kook! you're a freak!" you shout, slapping his thigh to get his attention. your boyfriend fake moans instead, giggling in between as he leans in to give you a few kisses.

"mhm, of course, baby."

you roll your eyes, turning your upper body to the side so that you'd be facing the television. jungkook leans forward to cuddle his upper body and your body, head resting on your arm. he'd plant small kisses on your arm in between the show.

he just loves you so much. your personality, face, body. the way you talk, laugh, smile, cry, yell. jungkook was in love. and utterly obsessed with you. and your ass.

you feel his pointer finger and ring finger sneakily hook under your shorts to pull it up, pressing the material tightly against your core and making your ass bare. you moan at the small friction on your clit.

you could quite literally feel your boyfriend's silly smirk. you just wanted to rip it off of him. but he's so right. you loved it when he touched you.

the rest of the evening was spent with the both of you cuddling on the sofa while watching TV (and jungkook's hand constantly squeezing your ass)

[mooooonnnzz]

HIIII I THINK REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN! in that case can I have something about celebrating your birthday with the pines and co :3 LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! It inspired me to start writing my own gf things, thank you!

Mable's Surprise Birthday Special

Platonic! Pines Family x Reader

★ BIRTHDAYYY!! FANFICC!!

★ its funny cuz u requested like a day after my bday and then a day before the twins bday like what a perfect timing!!

★ tw: fiddleauthor im kidding i love them sm i had to put fiddleford here

★ 4,5k words

★ gn!reader

★ a silly cute fic!!! i hc soos is a really good baker

★ req r still open!

“Welcome to Mable’s Birthday Special!” Mable noisily raved directly into the camera that she set up on a stand. “Now, I know what you’re thinking. Mable, it isn’t your birthday! And you’re correct on that. But it’s a special someone's birthday!” She plopped herself on her pink chair, pulling out a large colorful book from below and slamming it on the table. Clouds of glitter powdered the air, a fit of coughs spewing out of her mouth. “Agh, glitter attack!” She croaked out, swatting away the sparkling glitter with her hand. 

Now covered in rainbow glitter, she broadly smiled at the camera. “Now, what was I saying?” She pondered out loud, tapping her chin as she looked up. “Oh!” She jumped up, looking back down at the book that was labeled ‘[Name]’s Birthday Ideas’. 

“My siblings birthday is today!” She opened the book, flipping through an assortment of pages before stopping and striking her hand down on a certain page. “Believe or not, this is all the data I collected on [Name] so I can properly throw a birthday party extravaganza!” She leaned forward, passion flowing out of her. “And today, we are going to throw the best party ever.” 

The footage unexpectedly cuts to another shot where she, Dipper and Wendy were decorating the living room and kitchen. “Hello, my fellow Mabelins!” She feverishly waves at the camera. “We are in the living room!” Dipper peeks his head into frame, his eyebrows furrowing. “Mabelins?” He repeats slowly. “Yeah! Mabelines. That’s what I call my fans.” She motions to the camera. “Mable, no one is going to see this.” Dipper blankly said, rearranging the party streamers in his hand so they wouldn’t get tangled. “Dude, don’t say that. That’ll totally ruin her spark!” Wendy tittered, taping individual letters one by one on the wall. 

“But it’s true. Who’s actually going to sit down and watch Mabel’s videos?” Dipper remarked, taking a measured step up on the chair then onto the table. “[Name] is definitely gonna see this after the party.” Mable leaned in closer to the camera, whispering: “Brothers, am I right?” 

Grabbing the camera, she aimed it at Dipper who was jumping up from the table, trying to stick up the party streamers on the ceiling. Zooming in on him, she spoke in an Australian accent. “And now, we have an orangutan in his natural habitat.” 

Dipper grumbled, stomping his foot down on the wobbly table. “Mab–Ahp!” Dipper fell, taking the table along with him. Mable howled out in laughter, running towards him and capturing him twitching painfully on the floor. “Woah, dude. Are you okay?” Wendy got on one of her knees, helping up Dipper from the ground. Dipper quietly fussed under his breath, sending a deadly glare to Mable who wasn’t even paying attention, too wrapped up in her laughing frenzy. 

“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks, Wendy.” He dusts himself, picking up the discarded party streamers from the floor. “I’ll hang these up for you, dude. Don’t worry.” She takes the streamers from Dipper’s hand, much against his protests. “I can do them, Wendy. It’s okay!” He watched enviously as Wendy grabbed a chair and stood on it, taping the streamers randomly around the ceiling. “There!” She hops off the chair, putting her hands on her hips and admiring her work. “Now Dipper won’t have to be sent to the hospital on [Name]’s birthday.” 

Dipper sighed out, grabbing a bowl of confetti and sprinkling it all over the floor to make a confetti runway. “Thanks so much, Wendy.” A glum look fell on his face and Mable couldn’t help herself and zoom in on his face. “Poor Dip. Too short for his own good.” Bringing her hand in front of the camera, she waves at it. “I’ll see you in the next part!” 

The footage cuts off to Ford in his red turtle sweater and black jeans, an apron that says ‘Kiss the Chef’ adorning his waist. She aims the camera up at his face. “Say, Grunkle Ford. What are we making today?” 

Uneasily smiling at the camera, he hurriedly stirred the batter. Some splattered out of the bowl and landed on the counter. “We are making a cake!” He tried to sound chipper but he couldn’t hide the distressed look on his face. Oblivious to his stress, she backs up, showing the messy countertop. Batter dripped from the counter and onto the floor where a little goopy pile had been ever so slowly festering. And upon further inspection, Ford had clumps of batter and flour stuck to hair. The white powder was dusted in streaks on his face and clothes. 

“And who’s we?” She spun around for dramatic effect, making her own drumming effects. “Pumpkin, what are you doin’?” Stan walks in, walking past the spinning Mabel and peering his eyes over to the cooking cake in the oven. She stops nowhere near Stan and has to turn back around to show Stan in the frame. “This is my Grunkle Stan! Twin brother of my Grunkle Ford–,” She zooms in on their faces. “--If you couldn’t tell!” 

“Ford, the cake isn’t risin’.” He grabs a mitten and opens the oven. A blast of black smoke wafted into his face. “What?” Ford drops the bowl onto the messy counter, walking over to Stan who was coughing like a maniac while waving the mitten around to disperse the cloud of smoke. “How is it not rising? We added baking powder into the cake, didn’t we?” He snatches the mitten from Stan and slips it on. Grabbing the steaming pan, he placed it on the counter. “Is it supposed to be that color?” Stan grimaces at the muddied charcoal black cake. “How is the consistency still the same an hour later!” Ford scooped the slimy goo and watched it grossly plop back down on the pan. “Who’s taste testing the cake?” Mable curiously asked. Ford and Stan looked at each other before sticking their hand out, yelling, “Not it!” 

The clip cuts to Ford and Stan violently spewing out the cake into the sink or trash can. “What are we doing wrong!” Stan forced out through gags. “I don’t know!” Ford heaves out into the sink. “What’s goin’ on?” Fiddleford saunters into the chaotic kitchen with Soos following behind him. “Hey, dudes!” He waves at Ford and Stan who are still coughing into the sink and trash can. “Hey, Grunkle Fiddleford! Hey, Soos!” Mable turned the camera over to the newcomers. 

Fiddleford stepped into the kitchen, careful with where he put his feet down and went over to Ford’s side. He put his hand on Ford’s back and moved his hand up and down in a comforting manner. “Darlin’, what in the hell happened here?” 

“Me and Stan tried making cake.” The mention of cake has Ford’s stomach churning once again. “Oh, yikes.” He breathes out, teeth bared. “Hun, why don’t ya sit down with Stan? Me and Soos can handle this, right Soos?” Soos’s head perks up at hearing his name. “Yeah! We can make a pizza cake out of real pizza with like, ten layers!” Stan cringes. “That doesn’t sound right.” 

Stan sweetly smiles at Fiddleford. “Thank you, my love.” Fiddleford matches his smile, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Ewww!!” Mable shields the camera with the palm of her hand. “Cover yer eyes, Mable!” Fiddleford laughs. “You don’t have to ask me twice!” 

Another clip plays and it's Mable marveling at a beautifully made and decorated tall 8 layered cake. “Now this is how you make a cake!” She dips her finger towards the cake to snag a bit of frosting when she was scooped up by Stan. “No, you don’t!” He moves her away from the cake, placing her back down on the floor. “I feel like out of all the people here, I thought you’d be so strict on not letting anyone touch or eat cake.” 

“I just grow weak in the knees when I see a cake as beautiful as that one.” Mable stared at it starry eyed. “Alright, that’s enough of that.” His hand flop around the camera as he attempts to find the turn off button. “Okay, so how can I turn this o–” 

The next clip is Soos delightfully munching on cake with Mable beside him. “We just couldn’t resist!” Mable says with her mouth full of cake. “I just wanted some cake, dude!” 

Footsteps approach the kitchen and both Mable and Soos look at each other with fear stricken on their faces. Jumping off the chair, she grabs her plate of cake and shoves it into her sweater. Soos shoves the whole piece into his mouth, smearing the frosting and cake crumbs all over his mouth. 

“Grunkle Ford, have you seen my–” Dipper stops dead in his tracks, eyes wide at the marvelous cake. “Is this the cake I heard Grunkle Fiddleford talk about?” He whispers, his eyes looking over to Mable and Soos who were rigid statues. 

“This thing?” Mable jabs a thumb in its general direction. “I have no idea what this is!” She nervously laughs out, pieces of crumbled cake sludge out of her sweater and plops down on the floor. “Righhhtt…” Dipper takes a step back. “I’ll leave you two alone.” He sends a cautionary glance at Soos and Mable before walking out. “Phew!” Soos wipes his forehead with his forearm. “That was close, wasn’t it?” 

“Super close.” She grabs on a piece of cake that was in her sweater and munches on it. She offers one out to Soos who happily takes it and shovels it into his mouth. 

The clip choppily jumps to the entrance door to the gift shop. “Stan went out to grab [Name] cause we kinda left them alone in the mall. Sorry not sorry [Name]! But he’s getting them over here, so any minute they’re going to come in here!” Mable whispers to the camera. She’s hiding behind a can of monster eyes, the camera very obviously on top of the canisters. “Dipper is hiding in a box full of plastic peanuts. Soos is behind the counter with Wendy, they have party poppers in their hands. Fiddleford and Ford are in the living room. They’re act two.” She brought up two fingers and wiggled them. 

Distance voices could be heard coming from outside the shack. “They’re here, they’re here!” She loudly whispers. 

“Who’s idea was it to leave me in the mall?” Mable you ask. She snickered quietly and pointed at herself, the culprit of the idea. “We didn’t leave you at the mall? We were there with you.” Stan terribly lied and you saw right through it. “Grunkle Stan, I don’t know why you lie so much.” 

The knob of the door jostles a bit, altering everyone that they were here before it opened. “Why is it so dark–” 

“Surprise!” Popping noises came from Soos and Wendy and clumped up colorful strings fell on top of your head. Dipper tripped out of the box full of peanuts, running over to give you a self-Mable made birthday sash. “Oh!” You grab the sash, slinging it around you with a chuckle. “What is all of this?” 

“Happy birthday!” Mable popped out from behind the cans, camera in hand. “Say hello to the camera [Name]!” You gave a shy wave. “Was this the reason why I was left behind at the mall?” You remove the colorful strings off your hair and throw it at Stan who sputters in surprise. “Yeah! And there’s one last surprise.” 

“Happy Birthday!” Ford and Fiddleford jump out of the living room doorway into the gift shop, blowing a party horn into your face. 

“OH MY–” 

The frame freezes on you midway screaming for a second before it switches to a whole new piece of footage where Ford is covering your eyes, blindly leading you into the kitchen where your eaten cake resides. “Okay, ready?” Ford looks at you, a huge excited smile playing at his lips. “No, not really.” 

Ford ignores you and peels back his hands and bestows you the beautiful sight of your unnaturally tall wobbling cake. “That’s a really tall cake.” You watch it dangerously wobble to the side. “Is the cake supposed to be wobbling?” You ask, looking around to see everyone’s mortified faces and two stray guilt stricken expressions. “What? That’s ain’t supposed to be happenin’…”  

Fiddleford approaches the cake and oggles it, his eyes landing on a certain spot on the backside of the cake, a wave of fury flashes on his face before he calms himself down and very sweetly smiles at the little crowd gathered in the kitchen. 

The camera catches Mable’s nervous gulp. 

“Who was takin’ big chomps of the cake me and Soos made?” His voice betrayed his sweet smile with how snappy he sounded. 

“Wasn’t me. I was with Dipper decorating.” Wendy coolly said. “Y-Yeah! We were.” Dipper solidifies his alibi, eyes locking with Mable’s anxious ones. “You can’t point any fingers at me! I was real busy gettin’ [Name] back from the mall.” Stan lifted his hands up defensively. “Again, out of all the options, why mall?” You grumbled under your breath. 

“I was with you the whole time, Fidds.” Fiddleford smiled at Ford, his voice sickeningly sweet when he spoke to Ford. “I know, hun.” Then he changes back to finding the culprits who ate his cake. “He’s really serious about that cake we ate.” Soos spoke into Mabel’s ear loudly. Fiddleford’s gaze locked down onto Mable and Soos.

“Mable, sweetheart. Could ya quit recordin’ just for a quick second.” 

The footage cuts to a somber Mabel sitting in a cold desolate corner with Soos on the other end. “I got put in the naughty corner! What is this joke!” Mable threw her hands up in the air dramatically, having them flop down to her sides with a loud melodramatic sigh. 

“It’s only just for a bit, pumpkin! After we set up the table you’ll be back here! Same goes for you, Soos!” Stan’s gruff spoke from the kitchen.

“Okay, thanks Mr. Pines!” 

“Ugh, we shouldn’t have ever eaten that cake.” Mable dragged a heavy hand down her face, pulling at it. Soos’s stomach roared in hunger. A laugh leaves Soos, his attention turning to Mable. “Do you still have some of that cake in your sweater? I’m kinda hungry.” 

“I think so? Let me check.” She digs her hand into her shirt and pulls out a clump of cake that had strands of hair and sweater fuzz on it. “Our last one.” Mable whispered dejectedly. 

“Mable, do you have your camera?” Ford peeks his head out of the kitchen to see Mable handing a mysterious ball to Soos, the camera in front of her. “You’re not supposed to have this, missy.”

“I know.” She frowns deeply when Ford snatches up her pink glitter camera. Ford fumbles with it a bit, the last shot before the scene switched was Soos taking a hearty bite of the ball of cake.

“Is this thing working?” Stan’s voice spoke from behind the camera. “Yeah, it’s working.” Wendy confirmed, tapping at the blaring red light to signal its recording. “Today is [Name]’s birthday! Right, sweetie?” He accidentally shoves the camera right at your face.

“Woah, okay!” You giggled, carefully pushing Stan away from you. “It is my birthday. I think you all are more excited about it than me.” 

Wendy walks over to you with a party hat in hand. “It's like you’re asking for us to forget it.” She hands you the hat. “If any of you ever forget my birthday, you will not hear the end of it!” You glared at everyone, pointing at them in a smooth motion with your party hat.

“They’re not kidding, guys.” Dipper’s eyes have a distant traumatized look to them. “I have seen it firsthand.” Stan added, flipping the camera to his traumatized face before flipping it back onto you. 

You snap the party hat on you with a smile. “I feel stupid being the only one with a party hat.” You walk over to the box full of party hats and grab an armful of party hats. “Tune in and find out if I’m able to put party hats on everyone!” You make a swooshing noise as your hand descends on the camera, palm covering the lens. 

“Stan, that’s when you stop record—“ 

The next set of footage had everyone, even the ones who were grounded for a short while, all huddled up in a group, party hats on. “I got them to all wear party hats!” You cheered, picking up Waddle’s who innocently trudged into the kitchen. “Even Waddles has one.” You cooed at the pig before putting him back down on the floor. “Okay, everyone disperse! Time to start singin’ happy birthday.” Fiddleford announced. 

Everyone surrounds the decorated table with the wobbling cake. Each shove and push to the table had Fiddleford sucking a nervous breath in.

“Okay, ready?” Ford held up three fingers and started counting down by three. 

The whole room erupted into singing the second all of Ford's fingers were down. “Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to [Name]! Happy birthday to youuuu!”

“Make a wish! Make a wish!” Mable thrummed her hand against the table. The cake shook and trembled and everyone watched with bated breath. 

The cake stills and everyone lets out a sigh of relief. “Welp, wasn’t that close? Am I right?” Stan laughs, slapping his hand on the table. “Stanley!”

The cake plunges down, splattering everyone with its frosting and filling. Silence filled the room. 

Waddles squeaks happily at the delicious treat, feasting on the piece of cake on the floor. You lick around your lips, grabbing a taste of the cake. “Mmm! This is good. Fiddleford, Soos, you guys really did a good job on making the cake!” 

“Thanks [Name]!” Soos is wolfing down a piece of his own cake that had showered all over him. “Glad ya like it, sweetheart..” Fiddleford sighed out, plopping his head on Ford’s shoulder. 

“My camera!” Mable cried out, darting over to her camera that was weighing down from heavy frosting. She fortunately caught it in her hand, wiping off the icing with the sleeve of her sweater and accidently turning off the camera. 

The footage clips to the last video Mable took of the day. You were sitting down on a chair, a table full of gift bags and hand wrapped objects filled the table. “We are now opening presents!” Mable exclaimed, chucking a fist full of glitter in the air. “Ah, my eye!” Stan screeched out, sprinting into the kitchen to run water over his eye, bumping into the camera in the process. “Grunkle Stan! Be careful.” Mable held the camera stand, keeping it still. After a few minutes of hearing running water, Stan walks out with an irritated eye. “Open, open!” Mable chanted. 

You pluck a gift from the table, flipping it on its back to read the name sharpied on it. “Okay, the first gift is from…” You squinted, reading it out. “Grunkle Ford!” You show the mysterious gift to everyone. Curious questions left their mouths as you opened the book shape gift. Shedding the last piece of gift wrapper, you saw what you had gotten. “A book on quantum physics?” You let out a pensive ‘hm’. 

“You could never go wrong with math!” He proclaimed, sticking out a finger into the air. You awkwardly laugh. “Yeah, thanks Grunkle Ford.” You look under the table to see Waddle’s resting on his belly. “Here, Waddles. I got a new toy for you.” You whisper, waving the book in front of his face. He brings his snout to the book, sniffing it before letting out a snort. He grabs the book with his mouth and places it down on the floor, he pads around it for a minute and flops down on the book, snuggling into it. 

“Next gift!” You pop your head out from under the table and grab the next gift by its handles. You stuck your hand inside and latched onto something. Pulling it out, you came face to face with a Mystery Shack coupon. You didn’t even need to guess who this was from. “Really Grunkle Stan?” 

“Oh, shut it. There’s one more thing left in there!” 

You place the card on the table and dig your hand back into the bag. You grabbed onto a bottle and took your hand out, your eyes widening at the wine bottle. “Um?” You warily look at Stan whose jaw is dropped on the floor. “Who put that there?” Stan marched over to you and took the bottle of wine from your hand. A few quiet snickers came from Dipper and Mable. “That’s my bottle. You get your own.” 

“Uhm?” You look back down in the gift bag and flip it upside down. A wad of neatly folded cash plopped down on your lap. Your eyes brighten and you look over to Stan who’s smiling proudly to himself. “Is this real cash?” You grab the cash from your lap and inspect the dollar bills. “How in the world would I ever give ya fake money? Put some more faith in your Grunkle!” 

You gleefully put the cash back into the side and place it beside you. “Up next is…” You grab a hold of a large square wrapped in Christmas wrapping. The name Soos was elegantly written on the wrapping paper. “Soos!” 

“Yes!” Soos pumps his fist in the air. “You are going to love it, dude!”

Peeling off the wrapping paper revealed the gift to be your favorite music artist vinyl. “Soos! These are expensive, how did you get this?” 

Soos glanced over to Stan and looked back at you. “I have my ways!” He smiled. 

You put the vinyl in your bag with the cash and moved to the next present. Fiddleford’s gift was next and he had given you a beautiful heartfelt note accompanied with a photo of you, Fiddleford and Ford. You thought that was it when he told you to shake the envelope with a wink. A few couple hundred bucks fell out that had you gasping for air. 

“There’s no way you just copied me, Fidds.” Stan pointed an accusatory finger at him. “We just had the same idea, Stanley.”

“Grunkles, Grunkles! Please, no fighting.” Mable stood in between them, her hands flat against their stomachs. “My gift is next and [Name] needs their full attention on it!” 

Mable’s gift was a conflicting mess. You couldn’t decide if it was cute or oddly weird. She had given you a scrapbook, innocent at first, but opening the book showed that she had been harvesting everyone’s hair and gluing them in the book, crudely making a heart full of hair with your name spelt in cursive on the inside. The pages following had copious amounts of glitter, stickers and the strong scent of glue, but they were pretty normal enough, sharing memories of you, her and Dipper in some pages and then others had the family all together. Then there was a page that had you sit back and question your sister's mental wellbeing. She had a whole page dedicated to candid photos she had snapped of you while you weren’t looking. 

She had a photo of you sleeping, brushing your teeth, talking to Stan, playing ddnmd with Ford and Dipper, etc. And to make it a little more weirder, she had made everyone write little comments of what was their favorite thing in the picture. At least what everyone wrote was normal…

“Mable, thank you very—“ 

“—Go to the last page!”

You flip to the last page that was blank. A puzzled look formed on your face and you opened your mouth to ask Mable what was this when you were pelted with a wave of confetti, glitter and sprinkles. A drawing of everyone holding hands launched out of the book and harmoniously started singing happy birthday. Mable started singing along, busting down her own moves, satisfied with the gift she gave you. 

You were coughing up glitter and confetti for the next few minutes. Stan came up behind you to pluck the stray sprinkles that got caught in your hair. Waddles made the gracious effort to clean the floor by eating the sprinkles and a bit of the confetti.

Dipper’s gift was more sentimental. In a rainbow colored envelope, made by yours truly Mable, was a letter that Mable and him collaborated on and wrote together such a nice letter that you doubted if your younger siblings really had made this themselves. With teary eyes, you opened your arms wide and they didn’t waste a moment to run up to you and jump in your arms. 

“That really sweet, thank you guys.” 

You held them in your arms for a minute or two before they let you go and went back to their spot. 

Wendy’s gift was a nice way to top everything off. Seems like she had roped everyone in it and made this whole poster board full of their favorite moments that you had shared with everyone. Branching from embarrassing ones that some were unfortunately captured by Mabel’s trusty camera to unforgettable beautiful memories.

“Who came up with this idea?” You ask with a laugh, looking at a pinned photo where you were mid horrified face when Stan was cannonballing into the pool. He was halfway in, water already sprouting out and ready to splash you and drown Dipper and Mabel. 

“It was a mix of Grunkle Ford and Mable. They’re surprisingly creative when put together.” Wendy said, jerking a thumb over to Mable high sixing Ford. “You guys really went all out for this, didn’t you?” You smile softly. A mix of playful scoffs and ‘of course!’ filled the room. “Who wouldn’t want to go all out for you?” Stan wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you in a side hug. “I think we might need to drill that into yer head. Yer jus’ full of sugar, who wouldn’t want to give ya such an amazin’ birthday?” Fiddleford affectionately ruffled your hair. 

Ford hugged your other side, slipping a note in your hand. “Is this another sappy note that’s going to make me cry?” Ford chuckles, nodding. “Group hug without us? What is Mable going to say?” Wendy joked. “She’s probably going to kill them.” Dipper laughed. “Who’s killing wh–” She turns around and gasps loudly. “Group hug!” She grabs Soos’s hand and practically hurls herself into the hug. “Dipper, Wendy. Get in here!” They join in on the hug. 

“Happy Birthday [Name].” Dipper tried his best to at least give you a slight hug but everyone was so jumbled up together, all he could do was pat his head against your upper stomach. Everyone else joined in and told you happy birthday. Snuggling further into the hug, you smiled. “Thank you guys.” 

A warning beep rings in the air. “What is that?” Soos asks. Another final warning beep. “Oh my god! My camera!” Mable shuffles out of the hug and darts over to her camera. The frame freezes on Mable reaching out for her camera with everyone staring at the cameras with wide owl eyes. 

Pink glitter mixed in with blue plain text faded into the screen saying ‘Happy Birthday to the best sibling in the world!’ and the video ends. 

Taglist: @boredwithlifeatthispoint, @lovexsage, @teddycricketdream, @theilluminatidragonqueen, @raventeen @cedarmoonzz, @katharine3000

dm or comment if you want to be added/removed!!

i also posted my first fic on ao3!! it's a fiddleauthor drabble cuz i just love them sm. so if anyone wants to check it out the title of it is Amore Mio Aiutami (Main Theme) n my username barbatoz!! :p i'll only post fiddleauthor and billford over there :3

[sabi-luvr]

Birthday Girl

Synopsis: Todays your birthday, and what better way to celebrate than then a little love from your boyfriend?

Tags: Birthday Sex, Morning Sex cause i’m too lazy to write a whole fic, Creampie, Kissing, Idk what else

ITS MY BIRTHDAYYY

I didn't write that well today because I ain't doing allat

“Good Morning birthday girl.” The first thing when you wake up other than the sloppy kisses that Jongseob was busy placing on your neck.

Today, was your 20th birthday. Which to you might have been boring but to Jongseob? Just another big day to show you how much he loves you.

You didn’t expect to feel his cold, wandering hands in your panties as soon as you woke up. But you weren’t complaining, especially not when he knew your body so well.

“Morning..” A small mutter came out of your mouth, sleep evident in your voice and eyes. Though Jongseob didn’t see or hear it, not when your moaning was so loud.

“Good girl, Taking your gift so well..” In such a short amount of time, he was able to pull an orgasm from you, licking his fingers clean.

He moved to hover over you, Pulling down your panties completely. “Gonna stuff you full now, ‘mkay pretty?”

Words just couldn’t form after his cock entered you, Filling you to the extent. More than usual

His hips started rocking against yours, slower than faster. Making sure your pleasure was before him always.

“Gonna cum..” Is the only thing Jongseob could hear, that and the sound of your pussy squelching around his cock.

“Fuck, me too” Jongseob added, heavy breathing coming from him. His fast pace seemed to be catching up to him, The headboard rocking heavily

Lewd moans were heard from the two of you, filling the entirety of the room. Your legs shaking as you orgasmed, Feeling Jongseob shoot his hot load in you

He collapsed next to you, still breathing heavily.

“We should probably get ready for our brunch reservations, or we’re gonna be late.”

“Excuse me?”

[biibini]

hello! :DD

i love reading all of your fics, they make me giggle and smile so much <3 (we’re brain rotting together ✨🤞)

it’s my bday today, so i’m wondering if i may request modern mizu and reader spending time together during the reader’s birthday?

nsfw modern!mizu x reader’s bday (request)

tags: loving mizu, soft, morning kisses, affectionate mizu, touchy, cuddling, bathtub scene???, massages, cunnilingus, dom!mizu, praise, dirty talk, dirty praise talk ?, strap on, hickies, riding, receiving head, fingering, aftercare

a/n: omg first off HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY! i hope this isnt too late & thank u for reading the brain rots :) im glad yall enjoy it as much as i do

18+ suggestive content below

modern!mizu would start the bday business in the morning before u wake up

normally, she would wake up in the early morning to go to the gym

but one day without it wouldn’t be the end of the world

besides, she would get the workout later tonight in between ur legs

(yeah i said it, the D is fire🔥, happy wife happy life)

(anyways)

she’d go out and get fresh flowers

prob from the local flower store in downtown

she’d try to be quiet with her motorcycle but if ur a light sleeper, u would know whats up

but she would come back to the apartment quietly and place the flowers neatly in a new vase

before changing back into her pjs, she would place the vase on the desk w a little note saying “good morning & happy birthday baby ♡”

climbing back into bed, u would feel her arms surround u from behind

Mizu sneaks back into bed after successfully finishing her mission: getting a pretty bouquet for her pretty birthday girl. Now under the covers, she turns to look at you. Still fast asleep, her arms wrap your body from behind. She feels you stir awake and hum from her touch.

Mizu hunches over to get a better view of your face. Your eyes flutter open. You look to your left to find Mizu, hair down and looking at you endearingly.

"Happy birthday, baby.", Mizu greets you, giving you a good morning kiss. You smile and kiss her back. "Thank you.", you respond back.

You hook your arms around her neck, attempting to pull her in for more morning kisses. Instead, she stopped you in your tracks.

"Someone left a special present for a pretty birthday girl on the desk."

You looked past Mizu and spotted the vase on the desk, holding your favorite flowers. Your eyes widen in shock. You crawl out of bed and walk over to get a closer look at the bouquet. Laid next to the vase was a note written in Mizu's handwriting.

Good morning and happy birthday baby, it wrote.

You stared at the note in awe, looking back at proud MIzu with a smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You turned around to give Mizu a big hug and many many thank-you kisses.

modern!mizu would attempt to cook a breakfast in bed

she would probably end up asking u for help

but setting up the table? all her

serving u food? all her

setting u down in the chair? all her

she would want to treat her pretty girl well

in an attempt to make something cute, she would try to make heart-shaped pancakes or any shape u desired

it almost worked with the heart but it ended up looking like a squiggly heart

it was still delicious anyways

modern!mizu would def host a birthday lunch or dinner with u and ur friends

she can spend her time with u later tonight

but she wants u to celebrate with others during ur special day

i dont think she would surprise u but she would shock u with how meticulously planned everything is

from the reserved table to the special free birthday cake to the singing of happy birthday at the dinner table

at first, u thought it would just be the waiter and ur friends all sitting around and quietly singing

but akemi brought a karaoke microphone

and then taigen pulled out his speaker

and ringo brought out a tambourine

and mizu with another karaoke microphone

tbh it was ringo and akemi that wanted it to be loud but mizu just went along

its ur birthday it should be celebrated

they all proceeded to sing happy birthday, loud and proud

while ur waiter laughed and played along, happily singing and clapping to the beat

modern!mizu would probably find some way to sneak in "birthday kisses"

aka just more affectionate mizu

i feel like she wouldn't be the biggest fan of PDA but if she's feeling extra loving on ur special day, that goes out the window

if she's not holding ur hand, her arm is by ur shoulder

if her arm isn't wrapped around ur shoulder, it's wrapped around ur waist

and just random kisses

"just because" kisses

"oh it's ur bday" kisses

she's just in love and celebrating ur day

modern!mizu would definitely give u a relaxing bath after a long day of birthday celebrations

if big parties aren't ur thing, she would make sure to make u feel relaxed

she would set up the bath and let u pick whatever scent or bath bomb u wished to use

if it was ur thing, she would always recommend the lavender or jasmine scent for destress

while in the bath, she would set any tea u would like

light a candle

bring a book

if it was up to u, she could join the relaxation

but if u didn't wish for any disturbances, mizu wouldn't mind

but lets face it: ofc u want her in ur bday bath

after ur all settled, she would join right behind u & wrap her arms around ur body

its such a soft and intimate moment

after a day of celebration, u could relax and take a deep breath

You were sitting in the bathtub, filled with warm water, and a jasmine bath bomb quietly sizzling next to you. To your right, you watch Mizu light a lavender-scented candle. As you begin to settle into the bathtub and relax, you hear soft piano music in the background. You take a deep breath and enter your entire body into the bathtub, enveloping yourself in the warm water that Mizu prepared for you.

"Everything alright?", Mizu asks as she sits next to you outside the bathtub.

You nod in response. "Everything's perfect..."

You pause.

"Except one thing."

Mizu tilts her head in confusion. You look up to her, reaching your arm out to her with an open hand: an invitation to join you.

"You're missing.", you smile.

Mizu smiles back. Not a wide grin but a soft smile.

She strips down and enters the bath behind you. The water splashes against the side. Not overfilling quite yet, but almost filled to the brim with jasmine-scented bath water. You turn behind to see Mizu's face highlighted by one of the candles nearby. Her eyes softly gazed back at you, almost shining in the flickering light.

"Come here.", she says softly, wrapping her arms around your body. You lay back as you feel her hands find your sides, gently hugging your body. You feel her lips softly touch your shoulders, inching closer to your neck. Her breath tickles your neck, making you gasp in response.

"Mizu...", you turn your head to get a better view of Mizu.

"Shhh. Just relax.", she quietly mumbled.

"Let me treat my pretty girl on her birthday."

modern!mizu would give u little massages

she's gotten experience from eiji asking begging her to massage his back after a long day

by request, u can ask her to focus on specific pain points

but tbh the feeling of her hands caressing ur back (or anywhere) can send u a one-way trip to heaven

if ur still in the bath, she would wash ur hair too in the meantime

she can do her hair afterwards

the feeling of her fingers digging into ur scalp and back feels oh so good

NSFW content ahead

(oh thank god let's get to the good stuff)

modern!mizu would def give u birthday head

mizu would not hesitate at all

she would slowly start from giving u gentle kisses to worshipping ur entire body

and the finale erupting in between ur legs

strap or no strap, it was up to u

but she was determined to pleasure u either way

modern!mizu would keep on praising u the entire night

the amount of praises u would hear is sinful

a lot of "my love" or "my pretty girl"s but make it 100x

or "my pretty girl is doing so good"

"you like that, don't you?"

"taking my fingers so well... that's my beautiful girl"

(im blushing just thinking ab it)

modern!mizu would leave a dangerous number of marks

typically, she only likes to leave one or two hidden

but since she's already on a roll

she can get a little careless

and totally not leave a few in between your thighs

and around your boobs

and neck

all in all, she'd end the night giving u ultimate treatment aftercare aka just very affectionate and loving mizu

modern!mizu ends ur birthday night with cuddles and sweet kisses and more softer sfw praises until u fall asleep

You and Mizu lay yourselves on the bed, still recovering from the pleasurable highs and moans a couple minutes ago. Wrapped in Mizu's arms, you squeeze her arms tightly.

"Thank you for a wonderful birthday day, my love.", you compliment her as you kiss her cheek.

She turned to kiss you fully, one of her arms moving to allow her hand to cup your face.

"Anything for my pretty girl.", she answers back, smiling at you once more before coming closer to give you more loving kisses.

[its-time-to-write]

Hi!

I would love to see a fic about Jamie x Reader getting a dog! As I think Jamie would love something to cuddle

Maybe he isn’t sure about asking reader because that’s a big commitment but it ends up working out great and it’s super cute

And if it could be a rescue as I feel there are a lot of dogs that need homes!!

Thank you!!

today’s Jamie’s birthday, so here’s a birthday post. Thanks for the ask!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

Jamie’s birthday is today, and you’ve been waiting for him to come home for an hour. He’s later than usual, but you were pretty sure the boys at Nelson Road would be celebrating somehow, based on the fact that they take birthdays very seriously. 

You don’t mind waiting, it’s just weird sharing Jamie sometimes. There are days when he only partly feels like yours, and that the rest of him belongs to the team, the fans, social media, whoever. You’ve never been out together without being accosted by eager fans who thrust their camera into your hands and ask you to take their picture, as they mistake you for a bystander as opposed to his girlfriend.

You suppose that’s what you get by wanting to keep your relationship private. 

But tonight isn’t about you, it’s about Jamie, and you have a special surprise for him. You’re just about finished with dinner when you hear his key turn in the lock. You set down your knife and ambush him in the doorway.

“Happy Birthdayyy,” you sing-song, peppering his face with kisses. “How was work?”

Jamie smiles and captures your lips before saying, “Fucking shit, Roy made us all work extra hard because Sam brought in a cake.”

You nod. “Nice. Are you hungry for dinner? I can put it in the oven to stay warm if you want.”

Jamie cocks his head and asks, “I thought we were going out?”

“We are,” you say. “I just didn’t say we were going out to eat. I made your favorite and we can take it in the car if you want. Oh, and you should probably change into something more comfortable.”

Jamie wiggles is eyebrows. “How comfortable?”

“Not that comfortable,” you laugh. “We’ll have time for that later, if you even want to.”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I want to?” Jamie calls on his way up the stairs. “Been thinking about it all day.”

You smile to yourself.

Jamie comes downstairs a few minutes later in teal sweatpants and matching sweatshirt.

“I put dinner in to-go containers,” you tell him. “Now let’s bounce.”

Jamie follows you out to your car and gets in the passenger seat. “You gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope,” you reply. Jamie just squints at you as he opens his dinner.

“You gonna murder me?”

“Obviously,” you reply. “I’m taking you to a secondary location and Roy and I are going to make sure they never find your body.”

“Roy’s going to be there?” Jamie exclaims.

“No,” you laugh, “just you and me. Tonight’s just for us, I made sure.”

—

It’s a short drive to a back alley, and you get out of the car to knock on a nondescript back door. It opens to reveal a smiling young man. 

“Come on in!” he says. “We’re so excited to have you.”

We? Jamie mouths and you just ignore him. “Thanks for opening late, Wally. Means a lot.”

Wally shrugs. “Anything for you, my dear. It’s not often we get someone willing to put our shelter on the map.”

Something clicks in Jamie’s head and he turns to you with an oh expression.

“Happy Birthday, babe,” you say again.

“You’re shitting me,” he says. “You have got to be shitting me.”

“Nope,” you reply.

“Ohhh my fucking god, okay, shit, you’re really serious, aren’t you? It’s not a joke?”

“Nope,” you repeat. “Jamie Tartt, you have worn me down. We’re finally getting a dog.” 

Jamie’s eyes are shining and he grabs your hand, squeezing it extra tight. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he says, voice filled with emotion.

You flip your hair and say, “I’m pretty amazing, aren’t I?” but Jamie’s barely listening because he’s dragging you to different kennels, bending down to say hello to each dog. Wally slips away into his office where you’ll find him once you’ve decided who’s going home with you.

But for now, it’s just you and Jamie.

He hasn’t let go of your hand this whole time, and as he stands up after making kissy noises to one particularly cute mutt, he freezes.

“That one,” he says, tugging you toward a kennel near the front of the shelter.

You’re not sure what kind of dog is in front of you except for the fact that he’s big and has patches of brown and black fur and the largest, most adorable eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.

He’s looking at you both and wagging his tail, and it doesn’t take you longer than a second to agree with Jamie.

“That one,” you echo. You slip out of Jamie’s grasp to go find Wally to get the paperwork official, leaving Jamie to pet the dog through the bars.

—

“What do you want to call him?” you ask Jamie. He’s in the backseat of your car with the dog curled up in his lap. It’s a good thing Jamie’s so strong because he can lift this dog up like it’s nothing.

“Pep,” Jamie says immediately.

“Like your old manager,” you state with just a hint of an eye roll. 

“No,” Jamie says, clearly lying, “short for Pepper Spray.”

“Uh huh,” you reply, “sure. Why don’t we just get a cat and name it Kent for Clark Kent while we’re at it?”

“Because I don’t want a cat,” Jamie says. That earns him a real eye roll. 

You pull into the driveway and Jamie gets out with Pep hot on his heels. 

“Can he sleep in the bed, babe?” he asks. You turn to see both Pep and Jamie giving you the same puppy dog eyes, and who are you to deny either of them. 

“Sure,” you say, “but only because it’s your birthday.”

Jamie smiles and bounds up the stairs with the dog and you shake your head. You’d do anything for him, and you’re glad that (at least for tonight) he’s just yours. 

[the-lying-heavens]

"Another Betrayal"

[EPIC the Musical, Scylla from Eurylochus POV]

Masterlist

Warnings: angst, deaths, mild depictions of gore

Word Count: 890 words

A/N: This is for my friends birthdayyy! Happy birthday, lovely/p :3

"You're quiet today," Eurylochus said, standing by Odysseus.

Odysseus gives him a small, tight smile. "Not much to say."

Eurylochus couldn't hold it in any longer. The guilt had been gnawing at him for days, clawing at his mind, and now, with the cliffs closing in and death looming, he had to say it.

He sighed shakily. "I've got a secret I can no longer keep," Eurylochus whispered, voice tight with shame. "I opened the windbag while you were asleep."

Odysseus didn't move at first, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. On the narrow path, their ship now navigated between the towering cliffs. His jaw was set, his brow furrowed as though he hadn't quite heard what Eurylochus had just admitted. But then he turned, slowly, his face betraying nothing, though his eyes flickered with something dark.

Eurylochus swallowed hard, his mouth dry. This wasn't how he imagined telling Odysseus. But he couldn't keep the words in. Not anymore.

The two men stood in silence, the sounds of the sea and the groaning of the ship filling the space between them. Odysseus didn't respond. He didn't yell or accuse. He just stared at Eurylochus, his expression unreadable.

But that silence—the coldness in his eyes—cut deeper than any words.

Eurylochus's chest tightened. He'd thought that finally confessing would offer some relief, that the truth would free him of the burden he'd been carrying. But as Odysseus turned away from him, gaze shifting back to the cliffs, the weight only grew heavier.

"Eurylochus light up six torches," Odysseus commanded firmly but quietly.

It didn't matter, did it? His confession wouldn't change anything. They were still lost, still facing death at every turn.

He nodded stiffly and turned around, going to the crew to get to it. Once the torches were lit, he carried one and handed off the other five to his comrades.

It didn't take long before the cliffs rumbled, a low sound like the growl of a sleeping beast. Eurylochus felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Something moved. Eurylochus's breath caught in his throat as he saw them—six long necks rising from the cliffside, each one crowned with a snapping, snarling head.

Scylla.

All sailors knew the stories of the dreaded sea monster. The one even the God of the Sea himself couldn't face. No sailors believed she was real. It felt impossible.

She was real. She was more terrible than anything any sailor could have imagined.

The ship lurched violently as one of the heads shot down with lightning speed, jaws wide. One of the men screamed, but it was cut short as the monster's teeth closed around him, dragging him into the air and out of sight.

Panic swept over the deck like wildfire. The men scrambled, shouting, but there was no escape. Scylla's heads darted down one after another, each time claiming another man, pulling them from the ship like toys in a child's hand.

Odysseus stood firm at the bow, his gaze locked on the monster, his sword still unsheathed. He looked like a man facing his fate, unmoving in the face of death. But Eurylochus could see the strain in his posture, the way his jaw clenched just a little tighter with every man they lost.

Another scream tore through the air as another man was snatched from the deck. Eurylochus turned, watching helplessly as Scylla's heads continued their dance, taking his comrades one by one.

A man stumbled, panic etched across his face, and Eurylochus rushed to him, gripping his arm tightly to pull him back from the brink. "Stay close!" he shouted, passing the torch to his friend as he steadied him.

But just as he turned to reassure another sailor, he heard a sickening snap. He looked back in horror, eyes widening as he saw the man he had just saved, the one now holding his torch, lifted off the deck in a blur of scales and teeth. The torch tumbled from his grip as Scylla's jaws closed around him, dragging him away into the darkness.

He stumbles back as the man in front of him is also taken, his torch falling into the water.

A chill gripped Eurylochus's heart. The realization crashed over him like a wave: Scylla wasn't just taking men—she was targeting those with torches.

And Odysseus was the one who commanded it so.

Just as quickly as it started, Scylla stopped. The silence that followed was suffocating.

Blood of the six dead crewmates stained the wooden deck. The air was thick with the scent of salt and fear, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Odysseus didn't move from his place on the bow. Just looked on as if in a daze.

The ship sailed slowly onward, seemingly unaware of the massacre that had just unfolded on her decks.

[phasdraw]

ITS HIS BIRTHDAYYY i've been trying desperately to draw something less dinky but he's been fighting me every time, so here's something i doodled in the car today and colored on my phone + some microorganisms and a dumb joke

[nyaniikat]

Happy happy birthday~

NSFW

I'm not the best at nsfw but I hope this is okay!

Dom Male reader/Sub Keigo

Fem aligned DNI

Masterlist

•---------•

"Ah ah ah haah~ nnh y/n hah please~"

Sweat rolling down his chest, your fingers playing with his nipples as you suck his hard cock that was twitching in your mouth. He wanted to cum but you definitely aren't letting him do that in your mouth, no no not when you're in control today.

"Please what little birdie? use your words."

"Please let me cum daddy~ please please I'll be good next time"

"Next time? next time?? not when you're trying to tease me during work and then I come back home to you dressed up all cute for me"

"B-but it's my birthdayyy can't I have a little fun?"

"Fair enough, but try teasing me during work again and I'll make sure to fuck you until people start wondering why you're taking such a long ass break."

Keigo flapped his wings slightly clearly happy with the response, you take your hands off his chest and put his legs against your shoulders. Putting the tip of your dick against his hole, using your precum as the lube to fuck his tight hole.

"y/n please stop teasing please just fuck- AGH"

Feeling you suddenly stuff yourself in him made his eyes shoot wide open, he felt so full feeling you throb inside him. You started to go easy on him, taking it slow so he could feel all of you. Keigo panted and whined at every slow thrust you made, wanting more and more of you so he pushed his hips against you feeling

Naturally, you responded back with hard deep thrusts making your sweet birdie roll his eyes back. Wanting to make him really feel you, you changed your position to a missionary position, fucking him deep making sure to hit all his sweet spots and hearing all his loud moaning begging for you. His eyes rolled back, tongue out, and he was a panting moaning mess just for you~

You were starting to reach your high, feeling your own thrusts become sloppier. With this, you decided to pound into him making his toes curl and his nails dig deep into your back.

"Hnngah ah aah daddy I'm gonna cum~ please please please let me cum daddy"

"Haah ah then cum with me baby~"

With that you both cum, your cum stuffing him full and leaking out whilst you felt his spurt all over his chest making him look like an absolute mess. Keeping your dick in him you shift your positions so you're both laying on your sides facing each other, kissing him and rubbing his back for comfort.

"Thank you for th-this gift"

"No problem sweetheart~"

•---------•

[spindash]

OMG MAC HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY!! 🎉😁 💕🎂 did you do/are doing anything fun today?

NEB THANK YOU!!! 🥂🕺 unfortunately kim had a dentist appointment today to check on his wisdom teeth so ive just be home playing the sims BUT ���️ later this week im calling to make my own appointment to get a piercing and/or a tattoo :3

[mactavishwritings]

Hello! Today is my birthdayyy and I would like to ask how Alejandro would treat his s/o on they birthday or what plans do he have for his s/o? Thank you! 🤍

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE <333333

ooooo alejandro loves birthdays oh lord help him. he will wake up early day of to make you breakfast in bed and that man can cook. he makes all your favorites and brings it to you. of course he wakes you up in his own…..special…..way ;-) before serving you breakfast. he feeds it to you because his “reina isn’t going to lift a single finger on her special day”

he also brought you shopping the day or so before so you could get a new outfit to wear to the dinner he had planned. basically he completely spoils you more than usual.

if you like parties, he will basically throw a ball and invite everyone he knows.

if you don’t like parties, he’ll put together a dinner w both your parents and maybe a couple close friends and just hang out.

he just wants you to feel taken care of <3 no tears of sadness on your birthday

[bluesthebest]

Of all people Blue gets a visit from, the Acting-Arceus would have been far lower in the expectations list. And yet, Heidi is here with a box of all things. Popped into existence and everything.

"Hey there! Blue, right? You're Leaf's bro. Good to meet you. Name's Heidi -- I'm Leaf's girlfriend's mom." She chuckled. "Sorry for the sudden appearance. I got a lot of visits to make, so decided to skip calling and knocking and just pop in. Anyway, today's my birthdayyy. My sister and I made this big birthday cake for the two of us, but uh... it turned out to be way too large for even the residents in my Hall of Origin, so I've been going out and sharing some with friends and family. Soooo, I wanted to share some with you, too. Hope you like it."

She gifted Blue the box. Inside the box were several slices of birthday cake.

"Oh, and if you ever find yourself in Sinnoh, feel free to pay me a visit whenever you'd like either in my lounge in Route 216 or at Spear Pillar. A brother of Leaf's is a friend of mine~"

"Oh, uh, thanks" He wasn't sure how this woman found him but seems like she was part of Leafs family tree...Probably Leaf told her. He looked to his gift seeing a fairly light box. Was it food? The lycanroc sniffing at his hand seemed to think so.

Spear Pillar? Why there? Theres a lounge there now?...I may need to swing by that region again to check out what they're even talking about. That just sounds absurd ... Actually no... Rayquaza was there and this was his wife....

"I'll see if my calendars open next month and I'll swing by! Thanks for the gift! Do you want to come inside for some tea? "

He said with a smile trying to bat off his pokemon so he could move back inside to put the box in the fridge. Knowing his team needed to eat actual food first.

[sunflawyer]

HAPOY (late?) BIRTHDAYYY💖💖💖💖💖

I don't know if the day has passed because here where I live it's only now July 11th 😅

HI MIMY!!💗💗💗 NOOO ITS NOT LATE AT ALL 💝💝💝 its still the 11th here! and usually i celebrate my bday for two-three days because of timezones!!! 🐇🩷

TYANK YOUUU MIMYYY HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY TODAY!!! HAPPY 7/11🩷🩷🩷🩷

[chthonicgodling]

(April’s)Huevember - Day 11!

featuring: Charon!

[in which I’ve made my very own #Huevember wheel this year (that you can use too! Pls tag me I’d LOVE to see!) - unabridged version continues, including a wide array of Elysium’verse characters across the rainbow!]

FIRST OF ALL TODAYS MY BIRTHDAYYY🤩✨✨ CONGRATULATIONSSS to Charon for being the lucky feature on mmYY BIRTHDAYYY YAAYYY - another obscure face who pops up in all my greens! NOTES!

Charon - yes THE Charon, ferryman extraordinaire - made his entrance into Elysium when Prince Tory recently upgraded the Styx ferry system and added fleets of many boats, allowing Charon to go on break for the first time in all eternity

due to spending his entire existence ferrying shades across a river 24/7 Charon is super shy & social awkward lmao but very very sweet 🥹

This drawing is - he ended up getting a whole double sleeve tattoo of moths and lanterns after some time in the palace, due to his fondness for all the little moths that would cluster around the light on his boat 🥺 I…….. hate drawing tattoos itdfkFGKFK it’s haRDDDD here he is with inspo moth instead aGHH,, tattoos of course done by Meno who I posted yesterday!

i am constantly giving this cloak to Charon in art (all four times I’ve drawn him) bc I. Just feel like he should have it

Charon’s best claim to fame within the palace is the casual throuple he’s a part of made up of Hecate, & Loki’s son Fenris which is mostly consisted of Charon following both of them around with heart eyes. kyoot idk

Finally beginning to advance beyond green zone into teals tomorrow with another very obscure character that absolutely no one will recognize!! HOPE YOU REMEMBERED THAT NAME I MENTIONED A FEW DAYS AGO HINT HINT…… 👀🐟

Charon belongs to @fenixethekid - click the link up above to see the whole Huevember wheel - feel free to use the tag AceprilHuevember if u want to play too - and my tag this year can be found here!!

[laladellakang]

Hi Ree and Lala 🫶🏼 today it's my birthday ( 1st of july) so can you post a little something plsss ? Even if it's a sneak peak of the next post 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Love you both 🫶🏼🫶🏼

hello darling, since my plans for saturday are cancelled, i’ll try to get the della x mila crossover done today. but if it ends up not happening, here’s a sneak peek just for you 🤍 happy birthdayyy ✨✨

“Who are you and how did you find out where we live?” Mila looked at Della with fear. “How did you know the passcode?”

“Where YOU live?” Della scoffed. “I’m sorry– who are you and why are YOU here?”

[upholderofjustice]

Hi :)

It's my birthday! Can I get a happy birthday?

Happy womb escape day to me!

Hello!

Happy birthday, I hope that you have a great day today.

(OOC: Happy birthdayyy omg!!)