#HAPPY BIRTHDAY NONNIE

[megalomaniacz]

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.

[theysangastheyslew]

if there’s inspiration or anything, is it possible to have a LH “In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you." Art 😭

Hi anon! I’m sorry I didn’t know if this meant showing them desiring that life w/ each other, or if you wanted to see them actually living it but! since it’s Hange’s birthday I went with the latter bc they deserve it and breakfast in bed is a far better present than the one Isayama gave to them :')

[coff-in]

hi pookie. Back at it again.

hi pook. It's my birthday today, and you're gonna give me a birthday present :3

I was wondering what birthday sex would be like with Andy dandy? Like he can't get you anything for your birthday and he just ends up fucking you and claiming its your birthday present? :3

notes from coff-in: happy birthday pookie!! my birthday is also in june, we're like twins!!! wowie zowie! anyway, tried my best to keep this as gender neutral as possible :3 happy anniversary of your escape from the womb

[gender neutral] reader-insert, NSFW

andrew would feel bad that he couldn't get you a cake or something you wanted for your birthday. however, he's sure that birthday sex would be a reasonable substitution. he'd wait for you to get home if they're working, maybe try to cook them something for lunch or dinner (i don't think he's the worse chef ever), then lead them to the bedroom. he wouldn't let [reader] undress themself. he would kiss their face then trail his hands under their shirt to lift it over their head and throw it to the ground.

"look at you," he'd coon at [reader] with those fucking sexy bedroom eyes he knows he has, "so pretty for me, aren't you?" he'd run his hands up and down their sides then pull down their pants/skirt. "go lay down on the bed for me." he wouldn't let [reader] do ANYTHING today. it's their special day today and he plans on treating them like royalty today!

he would get between their thighs and kiss them, biting them and leaving his marks on their skin. he'd laugh when [reader] covers their face, just finding them so fucking cute! "hehehe, no no no. don't hide from me, baby, let me see that cute face of yours." he'd make them keep their eyes on him as he eats them out/sucks them off, obscenely slurping and licking them like a fucking freak. he'd moan around them and tongue them and just :3 heehee i can't get it out properly im sorry :3 :3 

grrrr.... he'd tease his thick cock against [reader]'s wet and slick hole because he's still an asshole. "yeah, you want it baby, yeah? you want it inside? you want me? you do, don't you? it's ok, i'll give it to you. i'll give all to you, don't worry baby." he fucks [reader] gently at first, slow and deep thrusts. then he goes harder and harder, panting over [reader] as the room is filled with moans and harsh plap plap plaps. he kisses them as he cums inside, filling them up with his hot seed. a birthday creampie :3

they're both hot and sweaty as andrew cuddles up to them, wrapping an arm around [reader]'s body and kissing them on the forehead. "happy birthday, [reader]." ofc if the birthday baby is up for it, he can go for another round or two ;)

(he'd make you lay on your chest and bend your hips so he could spread your asscheeks and take a bite out of that birthday cake)

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coff-in

[mushroom123na]

Happy B-day Steven🍩

[arlerts-angel]

🎂 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 — armin arlert x gn!reader fluff

happy birthday to the sweetest anon on the planet!! 🤍 everyone tell them happy birthday!!! 🥳

"pst... good morning, sleepyhead! happy birthday!!" armin whispers softly as he gently taps your shoulder to wake you.

you stir in bed next to him, eyes fluttering open slowly. "ah... thank you, baby." you yawn then rub the sleep off your eyes.

"i've got something for you in the kitchen, wanna see it?" he asks, inviting you to take his hand. you smile and accept his soft hand. he pulls you excitedly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

"a cake?! babe! when did you get this?" you ask happily and hug him.

"i may have snuck out of bed to make it... heh." he chuckles. "i hope you like it. it's your favorite, red velvet."

"aww, you're so thoughtful. thank you, 'min."

"there's more than that, silly! first though, cake for breakfast?" he asks.

"cake for breakfast!" you nod. he laughs softly then proceeds to cut and serve you the first piece, singing "happy birthday" as he hands your slice to you and serves himself.

"happy birthday, my angel — happy birthday to you!" he finishes the song then takes a bite of cake.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

Npd culture (and probably anyone tbh.) is being confused why no one cared about your birthday. They always remember other peoples and mark them down and make a big deal of it, so why did no one even notice it was mine. It was a week ago and I’m still not over it..

Now it’s my friends birthday tomorrow. People were already excited and planning stuff. I know if I don’t pretend to care about it they’re gonna say something. I literally had to state multiple times that it was mine for someone to go “oh, it’s your birthday?”! Not to mention it was my 18th birthday and I thought maybe people would notice this was a big thing for me, I didn’t even believe I’d make it this far.

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[navybrat817]

uhm, was it my birthday? yes. did i get out of bed for my restaurant reservation willingly? no. did i crawl out out of bed to read the new part of HYT at 6am my current time? oh yeah! i really looked forward to it!! thank you!

First, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NONNIE! I hope you have an amazing day!

Second, the fact that you got out of bed to read my update and not for your reservation is so flattering. I'm not worthy. I really hope you enjoyed the update and what's to come!

Love and thanks! ❤️

[waklman]

hey! It’s my birthday today! I was wondering if you could write a small blurb about Bradley doing something special for babybear on her birthday? No worries if you aren’t able to! I love the series! <3

Birthday Suit

first off, happy freaking birthday!!!!! of course i’ll write something for you!!!! thank you for enjoying my series, i have on my party hat for you right as we speak B) i wanted to get this posted on the day of your birthday so sorry if it’s not as polished >.> (also maybe because i wrote this on the shaky bus..so that too haha)

warnings: fluff, 18+ blog in general, minors dni.

word count: 900

something ‘bout you masterlist.

“Shit–she’s not here yet, right?” Bradley asks frantically, nudging the door open with his foot—hands clumsy handling a cake.

He’s yet to look up from the very costly decorated birthday cake, trying to balance it with sweaty fingers. You’ve been raving over the local bakery’s designs lately—showing Bradley their custom made desserts to an endless degree.

Which only meant that—he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t splurge on a cake. Especially one that was shaped like the head of a bear. When he finally arrived at the bakery for pickup, in his scramble to show up on time—Bradley couldn’t even be mad that one of the bear’s eyeballs were slipping off the edge, because you’d like it.

It would make you laugh, and that’s all Bradley needed to know before stuffing a fat twenty dollar bill in the tip jar—rendering the teenage girl at the register speechless.

As he sets the cake down, Bradley stretches his neck to face the group of usually chatty aviators surrounding the kitchen island.

His eyes are already narrowed into slits, staring at them through his eyebrows with a warning look.

There’s only silence between him and the group, who all have their mouths parted in shock. Hangman’s mouth is parted the widest, making the paper party horn slip from his teeth—which annoys Bradley even more.

Bob is the only one who can’t face Bradley, blinking down at the cake nervously—trying his hardest to ignore his choice of apparel.

“Don’t say a thing,” he grits, watching Jake collect his thoughts, lips puckering together—a clear sign that he does in fact—has something to say.

To no one’s surprise, he’s the first to speak up. “What the—What the fuck is on your face?” Jake sputters, lips curling inside his mouth to let out a hideous laugh.

He says exactly what everyone’s thinking, causing most of the pilots to double over in laughter. Though some of them—well just Coyote, accidentally spits up in his own hand, from holding in his amusement.

“What the fuck is on his face?!” Natasha yells the question at Jake. “Don’t you mean—What the fuck is he wearing?” Natasha puts forth, tugging on the pink tutu around his waist.

“Hey. Hands off woman, this took forever to put on.” Bradley grunts, turning his hip away from her hands.

It’s not like Bradley isn’t aware of how ridiculous he looks. There’s a full shaving cream beard ringing around his mouth for God's sake. Not to mention the bright pink tulle around his jeans—paired with a matching princess tiara sitting on his curls, of course.

He’s actually very aware that he looks like he’s been dressed by a group of six year old girls given free reign—also known as the collective who runs your brain. You’d have a hoot at this.

Before anyone else can get another word in—the front door of your apartment jiggles, and Fanboy quickly hushes everyone. The make fun of Rooster convention is put to an end as everyone scatters to a nearby hiding spot. If it’s one thing the group is good at—it’s knowing how to act quickly.

Right as you walk in, you almost fall over from being greeted with loud screams of “Suprise!” and “Happy Birthday!” and even one “I love you more than Rooster!” coming from Hangman.

Clutching your chest, your mouth stretches into a wide smile—heart full of joy at the surprise. “W-What? Oh my god,” you catch sight of Bradley first.

Completely dropping your stuff onto the floor, you go running at the flushed pilot, throwing yourself into his arms. Bradley stumbles back with a shy look on his face, “How do I look honey?”

You place a searing kiss to his mouth, letting the shaving cream stamp your own face—matching Bradley. “So freaking cute, I love the tiara,” you laugh, taking it for yourself.

Jake’s already starting, “See, I don’t know—it looks fine on her but on Rooster it’s kinda—” Natasha jabs him in the ribs with her elbow, not wanting him to ruin the moment. Jake groans, catching the hint.

Bradley finally drops you, hands still on your waist as you slip back onto the wooden tiles. You get distracted, playing with Bradley’s skirt as he grins down at you, “How’d they get this in your size? I tried checking before but—”

“Ahem.” Payback cuts in, knowing you and Bradley tend to get lost in your own little world.

You both turn to face the noise, and everyone’s surrounding the cake, waiting for you to notice it.

“No. No you didn’t!” You gape, hands coming to your mouth—smearing your new white beard.

Your eyes start to actually well up watching everyone make excited gestures at you—happy that you got your dream cake. Hangman flaps his hands around the cake, with an open smile.

Unable to contain your tears, your fingers stretch over your eyes, covering your face completely. “Baby—wait hey are you crying?” Bradley worriedly leans down, trying to pry your hands off.

You fall foward into his chest, and he catches you. “It’s s’cute. The ugly little eyeball—I can't,” you muffle into your palms.

“Thought you’d like that,” he laughs, glad they’re just happy tears. Placing a kiss onto your hairline, he whispers, “Happy birthday babybear.”

“Babybear!” All the pilots shout in unison, some even tearing up themselves. In a flash, everyone's throwing themselves at you both, turning it into a group hug. Hangman is the last to join, wrapping his arms around everyone, sniffling.

You just cry harder at the sentiment, this is the best birthday ever.

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[lambsouvlaki]

can we have some bday smut for jason??

A preview of things to come:

He observed her silently through the helmet. She pulled her knees up under the blankets.

“You remember that conversation we had last week?” he said.

“Which one?” She looked up at him, towering spectre of vengeance that he was, looming over her and it dawned on her. “Oh.” Her cheeks warmed. She felt smaller than normal next to him. A hum of anticipation awoke in her veins. “Yes, i remember.”

Watching her intently, he pulled his gloves off, finger by finger.

He reached down and traced her cheek with gentle fingers. His grazed her lip with his thumb. She looked up through her lashes. She opened her mouth. He slid it in, and she sucked it.

He pulled it out with a pop. He tilted her chin up.

“The safe word?” He asked, his voice low.

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

it’s my birthday! can i get a little sneaky hotchniss headcanon 🥺

first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! I hope you have a day full of joy and light and love!!!

we were at disney world yesterday, so here's a theme park inspired headcanon.

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Emily, obviously, loves a coaster. She's a thrill seeker in all aspects of life, so this comes as no surprise to Aaron when he surprises her with Universal tickets. However it is a surprise to Emily when she drags him into the Velocicoaster line to see Aaron pale as he looks up at the dark grey track, as he hears the exhilarated and terrified screams of the people who rush past them in metal death traps, and that's when Emily realizes her big, bag Unit Chief, who she's seen take down literal killers on more occasions than she can count, is afraid of rollercoasters.

"Why did you bring me here, then?" She laughs, pushing him out of the line so that impatient people can pass them.

Aaron looks sheepishly at her - which is something that Aaron Hotchner doesn't often look. He shrugs, "I thought I'd get over it once we were here. I wanted you to have a good time."

She looked back up at the ride, then back to Aaron. "And?"

Aaron, who had followed her gaze, looked pale again, and he shook his head. Pressing her lips together in a fond smile, Emily leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"I love you for trying. Come on, lets go on the rapids."

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hii. To celebrate Sam Reids birthday today (Australia time) here's a cute question. What do you think about Lestat that attracts Louis? And how deep do you think is Louis love for Lestat?

Ohhhh, that IS a cute question, thank you nonny!

Hmmmm.

I think the initial attraction was just this - attraction. Lestat has presence. He is fucking hot. And he quite obviously was... "available" since he made his interest known right off the bat (and in front of Lilly, too). 😅 So Louis was "free" to fantasize, not just guess and maybe think about it. There was this hot guy who clearly was receptive. Wohoo :)) Wild attraction, imho.

Of course Lestat also presented otherness (in various aspects) in show and book - proposing a freedom that we know was never quite reached, not then, but offered nonetheless. That must have been almost irresistible as a prospect.

This said, I think, and this ties in with the answer to your last question... Louis love for Lestat must've been almost wounding in intensity, and while he was still mortal, too. Maybe even long before their first night. A coal fire, burning and inextinguishable. Right in Louis' loins guts I bet. 😈

In the show, he accepts that offer, on the eve of his brother's funeral, after Lestat punched through a priest's head, after they discussed Miss Lilly's magnificent life (and end of it), and after Louis saw Lestat feed.

And it is Louis who initiates that kiss, that kiss that is still the most intense for me. That kiss, with him knowing that there's fangs, that Lestat is other. That he just killed, twice. There's blood on that mouth still, too. In it, likely.

Louis' love for Lestat is fatal, too.

Because Louis... dies for Lestat.

Gabrielle would have died - no choice.

Nicolas was spiraling, about to go mad, I would argue also not really a choice.

Claudia definitely had no choice.

Louis did.

If him choosing Lestat in those circumstances is not being fatally in love then I don't know what is. *laughs*

It was just "it" for them both.

As Louis said - he fell into the well with no bottom.

That's how deep it is :))

[typewritersandtidepools]

It’s my birthday can I get a happy birthdayyyyy

Oh, happy birthday, Nonnie! You know, I bet we could find some sort of birthday dessert at the Saloon, if you'd like to celebrate. My treat, of course.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

At first, Billy only feels the itch when he's with Steve. This can't be real. He can't have this. This isn't meant for him. There must be a catch.

As days turn to weeks, Billy feels it all the time.

He preferred it when life made sense. Life was unfair, and people only cared about you for as long as you had something to offer. And Billy knew what to expect from Neil. How much he could push; when. The pain is expected; a comforting reminder. Proof that he hadn't lost; the argument, the fight, himself.

This... this teetering between the ecstasy of happiness and his real life. He doesn't know how to cope with it.

He wants to claw his fucking skin off. A kitchen knife, a switchblade, his own sharpened goddam nails. To get rid of that itch for good and pretend life can always be bliss.

But he can't.

This will end — his happiness always ends — and then he'd be without armor. Defenseless against the feral horrors of the world, against Neil. Flayed, Neil's salt will finally burn him into submission.

Why couldn't Steve have done them both a favor and just left him the fuck alone?

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oh.

omg.

OH MY GOD!

nonny, this is just gorgeous. how have you managed to write billy exactly how i see him? perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop... convinced he cannot ever actually have something good (nor be allowed to keep it)... preferring when 'life made sense'—even if it was terrible...?!

and this part:

He wants to claw his fucking skin off. A kitchen knife, a switchblade, his own goddamned sharpened nails.

asfgasgjkscjkkkkkk!!!?!?!!!!!! WOW.

i could quote more but it'd just end up being the entire passage lol. The Angst™ (as i'm presuming you know) is my absolute favourite, and this particular example is just delicious. perfection. *chef's kiss*

thank you × infinity for thinking of me on my birthday, and for treating me to such a beautifully written little ficlet! i've had a bit of a break from fandom recently, but i'd love to think that your gift might be what pulls me back in...

ily forever <333

cassidy xp

[evil-dsmpconfessions]

happy fucking birthday to schlatt! without realizing it was his birthday me and my bsf dressed up as him at school for what "our type" is- so yk that great

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[therxtking]

Happy birthday Gordon! M!A he is now hanging over a pool of lava.

". . . " SCREAMS LIKE A WOMAN-