#HAPPY BIRTHDAY NONNIE

[beforeimdeceased]

i love ur fics sm!! its my bday today and i was wondering if u could do a drabble on fem reader riding ellies strap. i can just imagine ellie getting absolutely pussy drunk on the sight alone.

happy birthday beautiful angel!

you’re so right about her getting pussy drunk. she’d be in a daze, fucking drooling all over herself watching the way it slides in and out of your cunt, the slick coating on the strap plus the way you clench on it would drive her up a wall. hands gripping onto your waist, guiding your hips up and down and back and forth. letting out a low “atta girl.” that sounds like she choked back a moan to get it out.

and there’d definitely be moments where she bucks up into you just to hear you moan and watch your body fall into hers. hands gripping onto her shoulders for some sort of balance. barely being able to catch your breath because you feel so fucking good. and she lovesssss making you feel so fucking good. eyes low while she bites her lip.

“you look so pretty on top babe. why don’t you be a good girl and make a beautiful mess for me to clean up?”

all while her hand slips down to spread your slick all over your clit, rubbing teasing circles. pushing you closer to the edge.

[k2ntoss]

Today is my bday, can you give me smth about Jason and sex bday?🥹

first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NONNIE <3 hope you enjoy a lot!!! on the other hand i feel so glad to be able to feed you with some bday sex with pretty boy jason todd so let's go, bday nonnie

before dating you jason has never been one to really think a whole lot about details, he's more reserved with his affection displays with the people he cares about. but it's been over a year and he learnt about himself how he enjoyed giving you little surprises even if it wasn't some special day it made him happy to bring a smile to your face.

for this day he's been busy getting everything ready, the love of his life's birthday was today so he couldn't let the opportunity slip. he spent the whole morning preparing your favorite dishes, putting on a nice spot on your apartment for you both to eat once you were back from work and he remebered the pretty necklace he saw caught your eyes a few weeks ago so he felt proud when he got everything ready.

as soon as you stepped into the apartment he greeted you with a wide smile and a thight hug, a shower of peck on your lips and cheeks that made you giggle "happy birthday, pretty" jason says softly against your lips, his hands in your hips before he starts walking you to the living room, filled with pretty flowers and the cushions laid around the coffee table, a few plates waiting for you and the smell is wonderful.

"jay, you didn't had to... this is everything so perfect" he knows it makes your heart melt because the smile on your lips is wide and bright, jason wraps his arms around your waist as he presses a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

"i had to, you deserve the whole world laid at your feet and i'll gladly spoil my baby" he whispers, his voice soft and filled with adoration because you know he would lay the whole universe at your feet without even asking so you let him guide you to the coffee table.

he sits to bring you to his lap, his arms around your body as he brings small pieces of food to your mouth. jason feeds you, his hands caressing here anf there while he looks at you as if you were a star on the sky, kissing your cheeks when you laugh at his words and the whole scene is filled with love and tenderness. once all the dishes are empty he takes a small bag from under the table, jason is the one taking off the little velvet box before showing you the necklace and he feels his chest fuzzy when your eyes go glassy from tears of joy.

there are no words spoken as he puts the jewerly around your neck before starting a trail of soft kisses from the side of your neck to your shoulder and it's pretty innocent until you move to lay against his chest, the sudden grind of your ass against his crotch drags a low grunt from him as his hands grip your hips "sweetheart..." jason warns you at first but drops it when his lips touch your jaw.

it's enough to make the control on him vanish, he turns you around with such an ease you can't help but let out a soft moan when his lips crash against yours in a brushing kiss "what if we take this to our room?" he asks chuckling, his hands are caressing your thighs as you nod.

"you don't have to say it twice" there's that smile jason loves to see from you, it takes nothing until he's tossing your body to the bed just so he can get on top of you, kissing and nibbling on your neck as both pair of hands are skilled enough to take off the clothes from each other.

he takes place between your legs, stroking himself before he leans down to kiss right on your collar as he slides into you slowly and carefully to not hurt you. the moan that comes out of your mouth makes him grin, your hands on jason's chest while you trace his scars as he starts to thrust in a calm pace at firts, trying to make you needdier for him.

"c'mon jay... you're being mean, i need you" you whine, eyes fixed on his in a pleading way that seems to push the right button because his hips are now hammering against you, the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room only being overpowered by your moans and jason's low growls.

"happy birthday, sweetheart" he mutters on your ear as his hand grips your throat, he smirks when you cry his name between needy moans "you're so fucking good, aren't you? deserve to be fucked just like this..." he is teasing you, knowing how wild it drives you to have him telling you dirty things while he rails you.

"you like this, right? having your legs spread just for me, such a needy and spoiled little thing" he growls, lips going down your neck and to your chest, his lips sucking on one of your nipples while the other is being pinched by his fingers.

keeping it up, his pace is hard and fast, seeking your climax doing every single thing he knows you like because after all, this is your day and he's there to please his baby.

[leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid]

It's officially my birthday today so that's why I asked that why I asked that request u don't have to srry

Happy birthday sweetie! My requests are closed but you did spark a little idea with your request. So I’m gonna hold on to it for now till I can reveal what I want to do with it. Hope your birthday is a good one!

[n1ghtwr1ter]

For my lovely birthday anon...

Happy birthday, and here’s a sneak peek of the next chapter of Young Gods! I hope you had a happy birthday :D

“Clarke, we need to leave. Now.”

She was able to distinguish Bellamy’s words through the ringing in her ears, but the haze in her brain rendered them unintelligible. Leave? Where would she go? Lexa was here, the sire of her pups, her alpha who had claimed her before all of the Twelve Clans and then accepted the submission of Skaikru’s leader so that they might become Thirteen. Clarke’s mind was still stuck on the moment that Lexa had lifted her to her feet and placed her mouth at her neck, right over the scar that had bound them together. She had already been dizzied by the dominant pheromones pouring from the Commander, and she had seen everything from that point onward through a haze of desire and overstimulation. Her entire body felt like it was tingling, with the strongest sensation centering on the mark at her neck and between her legs. Her sex felt like it had turned to molten liquid, and a very large portion of her brain was preoccupied with figuring out how quickly she could get Lexa alone and…

No, goddammit! Concentrate! Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to ignore her traitorous body’s demands, and to focus her swimming vision on Bellamy’s face. Her inner omega howled, torturing her with a vision of draping herself across Lexa’s throne and presenting herself to be taken, but she pushed through it, ignoring the flood of wetness that it provoked.

She stepped closer to him and was instantly hit with the scent of his desperation, so acute it made her head swim. He reeked of alpha pheromones, but they didn’t sing to her of how sweet it would be to submit the same way Lexa’s did – in part, she thought, because they weren’t mated, but also because of the way he was behaving right now. His eyes were roaming around wildly as though seeking a threat, or an escape route. She was suddenly very glad that Kane had taken Bellamy’s gun.

All at once she became aware that Lexa had followed, stepping up beside her. Clarke still wasn’t entirely clear-headed, but she knew that Bellamy would view this as a threat, and in his current state it might trigger him to do something that all of them would regret. Holding in a sigh at the loss of comfort that accompanied leaving her alpha’s side, she moved forward again, this time gently letting her fingers come to rest on Lexa’s wrist. She gritted her teeth against the way that the tingling of her skin intensified at the brief contact, but it had her intended effect: she felt rather than heard the Commander let out a low huff, and the lines of her body relaxed imperceptibly.

“I’m not going back,” she said quietly to Bellamy, when she’d neared enough to speak in confidence. She could feel eyes on her, most notably Lexa’s and her mother’s, but she steeled herself against acknowledging them.

[yoursupernaturalsammygirl]

Hi there! Thank you so much for the birthday fic. It was the only present I got, so I really love it.

I’m really glad you like it! I also really wanna go over to you and give you  big ole’ hug, but alas you’re on anon. 

HERE’S A VIRTUAL ONE ANYWAY! 

[thefandomscribe]

You'll Never Know

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Prompt: “Can you possibly do a little birthday gift for me? Maybe a Pietro x reader where reader has a Spanish accent and Pietro wants her to talk in Spanish to him and just fluffity fluff? :3”

Warnings: Lots of fluff, Spanish! Reader

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NONNIE! I really don’t know Spanish all that well, but I tried. Sorry it's not very long.

(Y/N)= Your Name

              You were born and raised in Mexico. You had loved it there, but when you were 18 you decided it was time to leave and expand your horizons. Good thing too, seeing as you landed a job as an Avenger. A freaking Avenger! You had never been so happy, but when Director Fury approached you, you couldn’t say no. You had never lost your accent though, and one person who made sure you knew you still had an accent was the famous speedster Pietro Maximoff.

You and Pietro were friends, but God he was annoying sometimes. He constantly bugged you, begging you to speak to him in your native tongue. You usually just rolled your eyes and said no. It’s not like you had a problem with it, but it was funny to see his reaction. He would normally get huffy and run away, leaving you in the dust. He never told you why he wanted to hear you speak Spanish. He just kept constantly asking. And today was no different. “(Y/N), please! I just vant to hear you speak your native language.” He whined.

You rolled your eyes. You looked over at him, and saw him sitting on the couch, with the biggest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. You giggled, thing he looked adorable. “Fine. But just this once.” You replied with faked annoyance. He smiled and scooted over on the couch. You sat down on the couch next to him, and looked him the eye. “Pietro Maximoff, estás molesto, terco, pero usted es el hombre más lindo y te quiero tanto.” He looked at you, a little confused, but smiled nonetheless.

“(Y/N), what did you say?” He said, questioningly.  You smiled, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He looked a little shocked, his mouth slightly opened. You were still smiling, stood up and walked off, but you looked back to say one more thing.

“You’ll never know.”

[n1ghtwr1ter]

HI its my birthday tomorrow, and i just wanted to tell you that your fanfics are the best birthday present a girl could ever ask for :)

Well happy birthday, my faceless friend! Let me see what I can do about getting you that prezzie ;P