#HBD cross

[deltarune-fan-pipis]

Happy birthday, Cross!! Thank you so much, Jakei, for making Underverse!

Cross belongs to @/jakei95

[reineydraws]

i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂

sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂

[keejot-arts]

how far we’ve come

[mblue-art]

happy bday to the best bruh ever!! 💜

[dseval]

Crepictober Day 9&10: Tradition & Makeup

Ugh was sneezing the entire time making this but gotta persevere.

I decided that the tradition would be them wearing traditional Indonesian clothes, which is kebaya (BUT MODERNIZED.) and... Glitter make up, I guess.

(sorry for skipping about 4 days i'm throwing shade at art block) expect more holes and gaps inbetween days tbh 😔

If you guys have been following me for a while you would know that a while ago me and my friend drew the Dreamtale Twins together in kebaya. Now this is also based on that, but it's crepic.

In fact I took the time actually designing and picking out patterns for them (what if I draw more AU Sanses in Kebaya-)

Batik is a traditional technique to create these unique patterns on fabric, each pattern has its own story and philosophy. In here I demonstrated them wearing the fabric as a skirt, but it can also be used as a scarf or a shirt.

Do note that I am not an expert about Indonesian culture so info might be inaccurate, shame I know.

Crepictober prompt by @zuzuelectricbugaloo (thanks for creating the prompts!)

Cross Sans by Jakei

Epic Sans by Yugogeer012

[florian-b3rry]

H.B.D

Happy birthday to you cross🎂✨

Cross belongs to @/Jakei95

[pasterypaws]

Birthday Cross and Jael :>

[tehrogueva]

Happy Birthday, Cross and Jakei

Cross belongs @jakei95/ @xtaleunderverse

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<3

[ddragayn]

shadow walker

[ser-res]

totally didn't forget

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUST, YOU CRUSTY OLD GUY 🎉🎉/lh

[seiwas]

contains: suggestive, slight mentions of alcohol, a lil bit cheesy but when is love not, unedited happy birthday, my love 🥺

hajime doesn’t care much about his birthday.

at least, not as much his mom and oikawa do, with lit up candles and striped party hats in his rumpled godzilla pajamas. it's greetings at midnight, on the dot, no matter what—even through the crackling sound of static over ocean waves.

he definitely doesn’t care about it as much as his college friends do, with them slapping his back and elbowing his side until his ribs hurt just so he can down another shot for the 'nth' year of his existence.

(they try with all their might to get him past the 5th, but he's driving tonight; and if there's anything about hajiime stronger than his tolerance, it's how resolute he is—firm in his beliefs and even more with his principles.)

so, hajime doesn't care much about his birthday.

but you do, and when he says things like—

"it's not that important, we don't have to."

—all you hear is, 'bla bla bla, it's important, bla bla bla we have to.'

you prepared a picnic for him, among all the other activities you planned for today.

this morning, you served him a hefty stack of pancakes with a rice bowl full of his favorites (that he took a bite from oh-so-sweetly, only to push it to the side before gripping your thigh, deciding that he wanted something else for breakfast instead).

then, you went on a hike. just a short trek up his favorite spot an hour out of town. hajime likes being under the sun; he loves the heat, the sweat that trickles down the divots of his muscles because they mean hard work. a good effort. a sign of trying.

he loves tackling you the most in this state—sticky and sweaty, a little slippery. you hate how it mixes in with your sunscreen, but love how hajime feels against your skin, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and chin tucked sloppily against your neck.

so you let him.

(and even though you tell him he gets a pass because it's his birthday, he knows that isn't true. you always let him do this, anyway.)

his favorite roast beef sandwich, then a shower and dessert (yes, together) later have found yourselves here, at the cusp of sunset, a drive up at your favorite spot overlooking the city.

you prepared a picnic for him, packed all his favorite snacks and berries; made a small chocolate cake with the letters 'hbd hajime ♡' in even smaller fondant cut-outs. simple and minimal (because you know he would prefer it). you intended to watch the sun go down cuddled up in the few blankets you brought, but the weather’s been gloomy for the past 30 minutes, and even worse than that—it's begun to rain.

hajime can sense your stress, he always does, and when he rubs circles on your back telling you, "it's not that important, we don't have to."

you only feel the need to prove him wrong.

if you push forward the chairs in the middle row of his suv, you'll have enough space at the back. and if you park the car to face the view, you can still catch the twinkling of city lights when it turns dark.

the cogs in your brain turn and your brows scrunch as you remain silent, so much so that it begins to worry him.

rain patters against the windshield, and hajime leans over the center console, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"it's okay, babe, you've done so much for me already. we can go back—"

"no," you look him in the eye.

because, it is important.

hajime, the man you love and have loved for the past 4 years; the most hardworking, determined, and considerate man you've ever known was born today, 26 years ago.

and hajime might not care about his birthday because he doesn't think it matters all that much, but it matters to you, because this has been the most important day of the year to you since first meeting him.

"give me a bit," you twist to face the back, "excuse me," urging hajime to move to the side as you cross the center console to the seats at the middle row. you push the seats forward and bend over the backrest, hauling your picnic basket, blankets, and pillows to the now vacant and spacious trunk.

"i can help—" you hear his door handle click.

"no!" you shout from the back, "remember, we agreed! birthday boy relaxes and enjoys!"

he isn't happy about it, and you know he'll insist that he can only relax and enjoy if you're relaxed and enjoying, but you work quickly enough that he doesn't get to argue.

when you call him to the back, you've set up the entire space. the picnic mat is laid out, pillows placed comfortably in areas you both can cuddle in. a bunch of berries and crackers are laid out in a makeshift food section, along with a few bags of chips and the small chocolate cake you stayed up last night making. you serve water as your drinks because hajime prefers it that way.

the sight that greets him is more than anything he thinks he deserves, but what truly takes the cake is you, sitting on the palms of your feet with your baby hairs matted to your forehead and the sweetest smile reaching your cheeks. you hold up your phone to show a live youtube video of a setting sun in some place, somewhere in the world, and amidst the rain pattering against the roof of his car, hajime thinks he would rather have this over a real sunset, somewhere in the world, without you.

he crawls over to where you are, careful to avoid the food you set up. his cheeks hurt from smiling, eyes crinkling as he takes your cheeks in the palms of his hands, squishing them together before kissing you with all the love he can't put into words.

hajime doesn’t care much about his birthday.

but as he parks the car in reverse, positioning the trunk to view the city lights down below, he sees the twinkle in your eyes and can’t help but love how happy his birthday makes you.

[daylighted]

Hii! I really love your stanford!dean drabbles, soooo may I request a stanford dean fic with a shy!reader?? (kinda like nerd x jock dynamic) in which dean is trying to pursue reader but reader isn't sure if he really means it bc of his personality (mostly bc he is really flirty) and all with a bit of angst but also a lot fluff ofc (sorry if it's a bit cliche I'm a whore for this trope😭😭😭)

Btw hbd!!!!💝💝💝

thank u for the happy bday omfg 😭 it's still two months away unfortunately. LMAOFIDKDJ BUT I AM PUTTING THIS IN MY BACK POCKET TO REMEMBER THAT DAY !!!

anyways ahem let me lock in.

it's not that dean didn't have game, it seemed to be that dean had too much game. you didn't like when he leaned against the doorframe you were in, posing in that way that girls liked; ankles crossed, arms crossed, head tilted down to look at you. you didn't like the arm stretch pose over the top of the doorframe either. if he wasn't so attuned to how your face lit up in a blush when he was around, he would have been convinced that you just hated doors or something.

but no, you could talk to your friends just fine, it was just─ him. which is a hard pill to swallow in of itself, but some truths just couldn't be changed.

he'd make effort too, you know. really, desperately, lay it on thick to play the nice guy, the boy next door you seemed to want. it was hard, since that was the role he'd worked so damn hard to break out of, but he'd do it. there was something about the chase that had him coming back to you, even though the game wasn't nearly as fun for you.

dean didn't think, really, was the main point. didn't think about how intense this must have been for you, didn't think about the possibility of you just ─ not liking him back? didn't think at all.

he's outside your dorm to walk you to class. a habit for him, and an irritation for you. you never could get yourself to argue with him about it, though, the words always lodged in your throat. how did you, politely, tell a football guy to get fucked? he'd take it some other way. you knew football guys, and specifically, knew this one.

dean snatches your backpack from your arms before you can shrug it on, carrying it in front of him like a little purse. maybe, you kept him around for that, too. schoolbooks were heavy, okay?

but it's the little twitch in his mouth that seems to break you. "can you just... find someone else already?" you've come to know that smile as his only preliminary warning before he says something that burns your cheeks red and almost makes you believe that this pursuit is genuine, and not just to get in your pants.

dangerous smile. those dimples could just about make anyone's panties drop ─ you'd know, you were a self proclaimed part of that statistic.

dean actually looks taken aback, slowing his steps, and you'd almost feel relieved if you didn't feel so sick that you'd hurt his feelings. and, he had your backpack, so now it was awkward. now you'd have to snatch it back before you could scramble away.

"find someone else?"

in his head, he was breaking down your walls. slowly, but surely. and here was this painstaking reminder that every wall he broke was just replaced by another.

you stare at him for a long few seconds, the halls of your building thankfully empty, except for the two of you and every question hanging in the balance.

"i don't want someone else, sweet girl," he says, his face contorted in a wince like he actually was hurt by the suggestion at all. you recoil, too, but you don't back down. quiet as hell but a viper when you had to be. backed into this conversational corner, you had to be. "hell, you think i've been chasin' you around this whole damn campus because i'm waitin' to get bored of it and start somewhere else?"

he acts like it's an unreasonable suggestion. boys like him didn't go for the girls in the bleachers. boys like him liked short skirts and pom poms. at least, that's what the movies taught you. what was he going to do next, take off your glasses and tell you that you really were beautiful, who would have guessed?

when you don't answer, dean seems to shrink back a little. he shrugs his shoulders to adjust his backpack on his back, and yours that, at some point in these ticking minutes, he had slipped on his front. "believe me, honey, this is torturous for me, too."

"torturous?" you shake your head, internally wincing at how, of all of what he said, that was the thing you latched onto. "so go find─"

"someone else. i heard you the first time." dean shakes his head, clicking his tongue after another strenuous break of silence. "it's torturous," he says slower now, like you're the one who needs to be talked in gentle words to, not him, who's seen more concussions than he's seen his family, "because you are a breath away, and yet you are so damned determined to keep that breath between us. because you seem so weary, and strung up, like at any moment, i'm gonna pull the rug away and tell you that this was some joke, and you're gonna fall on your ass and feel awful."

well. it's not like he was wrong. but now the embarrassment is worn so prominently in the pink of your face, and those awful feelings he brought up are right there, if only because you'd been so convinced that he was a terrible guy without having any sort of evidence to back it up.

dean takes a step forward, not like approaching a wounded animal but rather like he's approaching a feral beast determined to snap at his fingers. "all i want," he breathes, shaking his head, palms up in some miniscule effort of surrender, "is to buy you a coffee."

"coffee," you echo back to him. you can't help it. you glance at his double backpack situation and you have to press your mouth together to keep from laughing. maybe dean wasn't lying about this, or everything else. would someone really willingly make themselves look so silly just to keep up a ruse?

dean nods. "coffee," he says, and he notices, of course he notices, that dazzling smile of yours. he's a strong man, but he can be made into something so weak with nothing but a pair of lips and glimmering eyes. "coffee yes?"

"you have class in ten minutes."

a shrug. two backpacks lift and fall. "conveniently, i've forgotten for the next forty five minutes about that class. whoops."

you have to look away. his eyes are so earnest and he is so surprisingly silly when he's not spouting cheesy pickup lines and doing stupid poses in doorframes that you almost cannot handle to face the full onslaught of his expression. again, he asks, "coffee yes?"

you huff out a laugh. what did you have to lose, really? you'd been planning to drown in classwork for a while at the library. coffee would definitely be needed to survive that.

with an exaggerated sigh, you manage to stutter out a, "coffee yes," if only so you could see that smile on his mouth again. you were weak, too, in that regard.

and so you got coffee with the football boy, and again the next day, and suddenly it wasn't such a scary thought to hold the football boy's hand.

[rity-oxo]

HBD!!Cross!!!

[seventhcallisto]

DENSE . (j.yh)

a/n: hbd yuyu (a lil something I had in the drafts!!!)

C/w : SMUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT fingering (r.rec), teasing, public teasing, soft dom yuyu, switch! reader (sorta).

Pairings : idol!bf!yunho x idol!(member)afab!reader

Synopsis : getting your boyfriend a little flushed isn't hard to do, but the consequences will always haunt you. (SMUT)

Yunho could be considered like his counterpart tyudeongi, cute and clueless looking.

Like a cute puppy, eager to please and wagging his imaginary tail whenever you praised him.

"I think I like when you're a little harder with me" you boldly admitted earlier in the day, and from right next to you, sitting on his phone with his legs crossed, yunho hummed. He was still dead set on texting whoever he was texting.

"Really?" his eyes split from his screen to glance at you, the familiar redness to the top of his ears coming forth the longer you both looked at each other. His lips quirked into an innocent smile, his single right hand on his phone. He squeezed your knee with the other, "I'll keep that in mind," he laughed lightly.

It really wasn't until later in the day, after a joint photoshoot, that you both get a break alone. Sitting in the car, yunho decided to take the backseat with you. He liked having you close like that. With a single hand holding your thigh and his other once again, typing away on his phone. The car was familiar with the darkness that you've encountered the last couple of sleepless nights. Packed schedule and all.

But you couldn't help the buzzing of your excitement the moment yunhos hand slowly began stroking up and down your thigh. Unconsciously, of course. Yunho had no idea what he was doing. You shifted from next to him, and the only thing he did was send a questionable glance at you.

"Are you tired?" He murmured, voice a bit husky from a long day. His deeper tone came forth due to the quiet he tried to keep. You tilted your head, thinking about it. "Just a bit," you sighed. He glanced down to your lips, then back up, pursing his own to begin talking again. "You can sleep on me until we get there," he smiled gently. And you had half an idea to feel guilty for thinking about the way his hand was slowly sliding to the innerside of your thigh.

You glanced down but quickly looked back up. "It's okay, I don't think I'll be able to anyways." And you wouldn't, not with the throb between your legs and the heat from yunhos palm on your covered thigh.

He hummed, a mumbled confirmation that the option was there always. Sweetly said, despite the way your perverse mind was still on his vieny and long hand clenched on your thigh. There was something wrong with your mind today.

Were you on something? Why were you suddenly so... needy.

You could recount the times the pulse between your legs took over for a moment. When you woke up this morning, curled up on yunho instead of your side of the dorm. His features- soft and free, and just.. so kissable. All puffed and his lips a bit dry, but the moment he opened his eyes and looked at you, did he finally wet them with a quick swipe of his tongue, his arms stretching over his head. Shirt riding up to reveal his tone torso. His eyes squinting shut from satisfaction. A quiet sigh from his throat- before he was tossing himself back over your side again, snuggling into your chest.

"You're staring," he mumbled.

Or when he was getting his makeup applied just before the shoot, his features enhanced by the work of the artist- applying a thin layer of lipstick to his plump lips. You could tell he was lost in thought, too busy focusing on the tickling feeling of the brush hair against his sensitive lips.

You were staring again.

Yunho gently shrugged his arms over you, his face mere inches from yours. The camera shuttered and clicked, and then suddenly, he was staring directly at you. His lean figure towering down to your level, his eyes taking on the familiar sultry look he always has in photos.

You couldn't help the way you stared back or when you continued to stare when he turned away to look at the photographer.

Your boyfriend was a little dense to the way he made you feel. Especially with times like this where it was so hard to convey that he was making you wet merely from the way he acts. The hand placed on your thigh or the casualness of his actions. His own tall body radiating heat next to you, or when he'd breath, and his already spread legs would bump yours mindlessly.

Your hand landed on his thigh, and he twitched as a response, glancing at you from the corner of his phone. But you were already looking away, taking interest in the outside view.

Just an inch did you move, pressing further up.. and then up until there was an audible clear of yunhos throat, his leg leaning farther into your grip. Yunho was sensitive, especially with your touch. You knew that.

"Jagi" he sighed, a bit pained, more so a whimper, followed by a barely audible gulp when you finally touched his crotch, just a slight graze of your fingertips over his strained jeans. He leaned further down into you, his phone tilted to the side- you could see the reflection from the glass you were staring out.

You began a pattern of touching, like strokes that made his hips twitch forward. You were trailing up to the path of his zipper, then his buttons, and finally, at his waistband.

Before you could press further. The driver door was being swung open, and you withdrew your hand. Yunho cleared his throat, his eyes a bit wide from the sudden interruption.

"Good job today guys," your sweet manager had said, unbeknownst to the action you had just done prior. He took his seat in the car, adjusting the rear view mirror. Then, finally, the sleek black car was in motion.

Yunho hadn't said a word, nor would he pick up his phone during the entire drive. His face was void, his jaw slightly clenched. You were in for it.

Rough palms gripped your hips the moment you stepped through the entrance of your dorm. Yunho, following behind with his heat radiating onto you. A heavy weight to his movement when he guided you forward after slipping off your shoes.

His fingertips digged into the ample flesh of your hips, his foot gently closing your bedroom door from behind you, the only singular room. He was spinning you around before you could say a word. His lips were on yours the next second, leading your arms to wrap around his neck. He picked up your weight easily, wrapping your thighs around him.

"You think you're cute?" He huffed sarcastically against your grinning lips, parting to breath from such an intense kiss, his eyes locking with yours. "I'm not the one who got a boner from just touching,"

His own grin made yours falter, a small breathless chuckle vibrating his chest. "Really? Come on, sweetheart." he trailed a kiss from your jaw down to your neck. His grin never left. "You don't think I didn't notice, right?" His hands were steady on your thighs to hold you pressed against him and the door, you wiggled from the friction of his hard abdomen pressed against your core.

"I know you've been waiting for this all day" he hummed against your neck, swiftly pulling away, you gasped as he took you away from the door, stepping away and placing you down on your bed.

He parted your thighs to place himself between them, continuing his assault on the hickey blooming on your neck. His larger body caging you in. "Come on, tell me you've been thinking about this all day" he parted from your skin, groaning into most of his words.

You panted softly. The ache growing between your legs the longer you had yunhos harsh jeans pressing into your clothed core.

"Been thinking about your cock all day yunho" you whined softly, threading your arms over his shoulder and into his hair. He hummed appreciatively against your neck, trailing down further. He pushed your shirt up, riding it higher so he could continue placing wet kisses on the new skin.

"Yeah? What else baby?" he encouraged with shuttered breaths, meeting just under your belly button with a single kiss. His thin and nimble fingers catch under your legging waistband and underwear to pull them off in one go.

You laid back gently, letting yunho take the lead. You sighed heavily. "I wanted you to fuck me all day- wanted you this morning too" yunhos breath finally reached you. You hips jolting from the coolness of the air.

"Fuck, you're ruined sweetheart, been wanting me this bad?" Yunho chuckled, parting your folds with his longest fingers. You shuddered from the friction, your clit aching for stimulus.

"Always want you this bad, yunho," you grumbled, moaning when he began gathering your slick and pressing against your entrance.

"Don't worry baby, tha' feelings mutual" he groaned, eyes locked on the image of your cunt in front of him. Slicked and sticky from the amount of arousal pooling in your underwear all day.

"Yunho" you whined the moment he pressed his thin digits into your cunt twisting them forward and stretching you out to take something larger.

He chuckled at your reaction, eyes lidded and full of desire. You could never get over that look. His fingers thrusting softly against your cunt and his palm ever so often grazing against your clit. The perfect amount of stimulus to make your already sensitive and neglected cunt spasm.

"You gonna cum from just this sweetheart?" Yunho murmured to you quietly, spreading your thighs out on his lap, knees keeping you spread open for his hand to work its magic. Your eyes were drifting every so often, biting back moans so you wouldn't wake any of your other members.

"Yes- yun- fuck" your head was thrown back in pleasure, that familiar sensation buzzing your entire body until it was too much. Each rub and flick of yunhos fingers inside you- stretching you out so good like he's done before. "C-cumming" you trembled in his grip, reaching for anything to hold you stable from the torture of a sudden and shocking oncoming orgasm.

Yunho was still thrusting his long, nimble digits when you began coming down, gummy walls fluttering around his pale fingers until you were trying to clench your thighs shut. Yunho pulled away with a satisfied sigh. Kissing your tummy on his way up. His eyes look up at you through parted lashes.

"Still okay?" He whispered, kissing the skin on your knee before he crawled up to land another soft one to your neck.

"Still good," you confirmed softly, wrapping your arms around your tall boyfriend. "Yunho," you softly called his name, twisting your legs around his torso and pulling him flush to you. He landed with a soft "oof" and laughed lightly. "What is it, sweetheart? Hmm? Tell me what you want"

"Yunho, I need you," you whimpered, yunhos shuddered breath reached your neck, a trail of kisses, soft and ticklish up your throat and to your own parted lips. "Say please?" The sly grin on his lips had you huffing, his eyes glued to the way your mouth fell open.

"Please yunho"

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (the extras) -

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y/n three different outfits because it’s my birthday all week idc

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christophersturniolo happy bday friend 😁 !

y/n thank you chris 🤓

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y/n thank u matthew

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y/n shakes head no

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