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Johnny Marr and Andy Rourke with Shaun Ryder at The Haçienda on the night of the club's 8th birthday party, Manchester, 21st May 1990
#andy birthday <3#idk guys i was gonna do bd gifs but my soul can’t this time#andy rourke#johnny marr#shaun ryder#the hacienda#the smiths#happy mondays#kevin cummins#1990s
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some andy in sunnies for his birthday 💕💕
#the smiths#andy rourke#gifs are blurry bc cameramen hate bassists to absolutely nobody’s surprise :/#andy you are so so missed so so so much#andy birthday <3
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have your cake | quinn hughes
warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, coming on reader's body, subspace (not directly called that but gf is DEEP in SOME headspace) pairing: birthday boy!quinn hughes x fem!reader summary: it's quinn's 25th birthday, so fem!reader gives him the chance to do his favorite thing in bed for as long as he would like. wc: 2992
“Thank you for dinner, sweetheart,” Quinn says, bringing his napkin to his face and wiping his mouth. “And thanks for not making my birthday such a big deal.”
He had asked for such, so you were just trying to follow his wishes. The Canucks hadn’t had a game today, so Quinn had gone to practice like normal. He had grabbed a drink with Petey, Garly, and J.T. afterward as a special treat for his birthday. You know that Tocchet had asked catering to make Quinn a singular birthday cupcake, since he isn’t the biggest fan of sweets during the season.
With you, though, he just wanted to spend his time. You made him a steak, his favorite. On the side, you baked a potato and heaped a healthy pile of green beans onto his plate. For fun, you made some cheesy garlic bread, and although he doesn’t normally eat gluten during the season, he’s never been able to deny your fluttering eyelashes and doe eyes.
He cleared his plate. He always does, but you feel especially proud of your cooking today.
“You’re welcome,” you respond. “I’m glad you liked it. Has your birthday been good?”
Quinn nods. “It was a good day. Very calm. It’s still weird without Jack and Luke, but I talked to them earlier. They called me before practice, right after they got out of the gym.” He pauses, reaching out with his palm up so you take his hand. “This dinner is the cherry on top.”
“You haven’t even had dessert yet,” you tell him. “Since it’s your birthday, you get to have your cake and eat it, too.” You’d been thinking about the pun for hours. It might not make the most sense, given the dessert that you’re going to offer him in just a few minutes, but you think you’re funny. You’re on the last few bites of your own dinner, so you want to clear your plate and load the dishwasher before you offer him anything.
“Baby, I don’t need anything sweet,” Quinn says. “I already had something today.”
You take the final bite of potatoes, then swallow. You stand, collecting his plate and stacking it atop your own. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
“What is it?” Quinn asks.
“A surprise,” you tease, winking at him as you rinse the debris off of the plates with hot water. Then, you load the dishwasher and wash your hands, drying them with the towel that hangs near the sink.
“You’re such a tease,” Quinn laughs, pretending to chide you for withholding. He stands from the table and washes his own hands, but as soon as he’s done, he takes the opportunity to get handsy with you. He dries his hands on your clothes, leaving wet handprints over your ass and waist, plus one over one of your tits for good measure.
You twist away from him like you hate the antics, but it’s just the precursor to his dessert, which he doesn’t know yet. Sure, he’s probably hoping to get laid tonight– and it is his birthday, after all– but you had other plans.
Quinn rarely gets to do his favorite thing in bed. Part of that is because you’re both busy and when you fuck, you want to fuck. You like getting to the point where Quinn’s ample cock is buried inside you, filling you with his come, all while he murmurs little nothings about “you’re mine,” “gonna put a baby in you,” or the like.
His favorite thing is to lay between your legs and eat you out until your thighs are squeezing his head and covering his ears and suffocating him. Like you said– you’re normally greedy for his cock, even impatient (which is how he often describes your attitude in bed), but today is Quinn’s birthday.
So, if he wants to, and he will want to, he’ll eat your pussy for dessert. He’ll eat you out until he’s had his fill, no matter how many orgasms it takes. You already set two full bottles of water on the bedside table in your shared room, plus you bought some fruit at the store so that you can recharge when he’s done with you. You’re expecting overstimulation, a fuzzy brain, and maybe even tears as a result of the pleasure.
You’re prepared for anything, because you’re at the mercy of the birthday boy today.
“Go to our room,” you tell Quinn. “I’m going to bring you dessert in bed, okay? I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just let me get everything ready.”
“Good idea,” Quinn says. “Then we won’t have to leave bed afterward.”
You playfully roll your eyes at him and shoo him away, but he’s absolutely correct. That’s the whole point.
Quinn goes, blowing you a kiss just before he walks out of sight because he can’t help himself from being silly when you share a domestic evening together.
Once he’s gone, you pretend to prepare a dish. You open and close the fridge a couple of times, you click the lighter like you’re lighting candles, you remove plates and cups from the cupboard so that he hears the clatter and suspects nothing. As you move around the kitchen, shuffling along inconspicuously, you remove your clothes.
Underneath your normal leggings, t-shirt, and one of Quinn’s Canucks sweatshirts lies your favorite part of the outfit. You’d been planning to do this since the end of September, so you’d had plenty of time to go to Victoria’s Secret and buy yourself a black, lace crotchless teddy. Quinn will get to look up at you in the (not-so cheap) fabric and admire how it fits you without sacrificing his ability to eat you out. There’s no barrier between your cunt and his tongue, despite the fact that you’ll still be clothed.
You have planned everything out to the final detail, to the final possibility, and you might be just as eager as Quinn will be when he sees you.
So that you’ll have something to snack on when he’s done, you actually wash the fruit you bought earlier and put it in a bowl. Holding the bowl in one hand, you politely knock on the bedroom door before entering.
Quinn is already in the process of removing his shirt and getting ready for bed. When you walk in, he turns to meet you. When he sees what you’re wearing, he freezes and his lips part in surprise.
In a second, you watch his expression melt into his typical “my brain has turned off and now the only thing that I can think about is getting my girlfriend in bed” look.
“Happy birthday, baby,” you say, biting your lip as you take in his reaction. You put a hand on your hip and pop it to the side, showing off your outfit.
“Are you my present?” He asks, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“I’m your dessert,” you correct.
“Even better,” Quinn decides, crossing the room and getting his hands on you.
“Wait,” You tell him.
Quinn pouts, but drops his hands to his sides.
You give him a little twirl, revealing the way that your behind is only partially covered by the lace of the lingerie. You move slowly, giving him plenty of time to stare at all of the parts of your body, thoroughly taking you in.
He gives you a low whistle as you turn. You touch his jaw when you’re done, then you turn to the bed. You actually crawl from the foot of the bed, giving him a show.
When you collapse against the pillows, making yourself comfortable. Quinn stares at you, walking to the bed and touching your ankle. He draws a star on your skin, surveying the view.
“What can I– what do you want me to do?” Quinn asks, eyes still raking your figure.
“Whatever you want,” you reply. “It’s your birthday.”
“Whatever I want?” Quinn repeats.
You hum in affirmation. “Your fingers, your cock,” you list. You raise your eyebrows, bringing one of your legs up into a bent position. His eyes are drawn to your core. “Your mouth.”
Quinn’s attention snaps to your face.
“Whatever you want,” you confirm again. “For however long you want. All night, even. Birthday boy.”
“I love you,” Quinn says, climbing up onto the bed and settling between your legs. “You’re perfect.”
“I expect the same kind of treatment on my birthday,” you banter back, moving with his touch. He nudges your knee, so you spread your legs for him.
Quinn doesn’t reply, running his fingers over the fabric that lies on either side of your pussy. He pushes his thumb against your clit, applying pressure but not giving pleasure, not yet.
You take it as a sign that you’re in for a long night. So, you shift and make yourself more comfortable. You look down, watching Quinn.
He’s gentle to start. He presses sweet kiss after sweet kiss to your folds, to your clit which is still hidden. He takes his time.
You’re not sure which is true: if you’re wet of your own accord, or if Quinn’s gentle licks and smeared kisses make you that way.
In the end, it doesn’t matter. You’re wet and Quinn’s getting to do what he loves. You’re comfortable, he’s making satisfied noises as he grows more eager, and everything feels good.
You touch his hair, smoothing it off of his forehead. You tilt your head, admiring him with slow blinks and a serene smile on your face.
Quinn has a one-track mind at the moment. Until he’s drawn an orgasm out of you, he won’t look up and check in.
His tongue teases you, traipsing along your slit and circling your clit leisurely. He’ll run his bottom lip over the skin, letting it drag along your core and create unexpectedly satisfying friction. He’ll nose at your clit, bumping his features along your most sensitive points, just because he can. Quinn’s eyes are closed, fully immersing himself in the moment.
He works his tongue into you over time, at first teasing you with flicks and short dips, but it doesn’t take long for him to grow greedy for more– greedy for your release all over the muscle. It’s then that he licks into you as best he can, using his thumb to stimulate your bundle of nerves. He repeats the same motion over and over– prodding his tongue into you, drawing it out… again and again, all the while he’s pressing against your clit.
Your first orgasm builds slowly. Slow and steady wins the race, they always say, and Quinn is drawing the orgasm out of you like the tortoise in this race. You’re starting to feel a bit jumpy, like the rabbit, your hips aching to move beneath him and grind against his face.
But, this is his birthday present. You restrain yourself because it’s his gift. He gets to set the pace. If Quinn wants to make this the most built-up, desperate orgasm of your life, he’s allowed to do so.
It takes minutes. Minutes of Quinn humming and licking and touching you with the pad of his thumb until you feel yourself start to crest over the wave of your climax.
“Close,” you breathe out.
Quinn pays you no mind, just continuing his ministrations until you’re clenching down on his tongue with a whimper. Your hand clutches his hair, trying not to seize up beneath him as you come, riding out the waves with his tongue still poking around inside of you.
He moves more slowly as you come down from your first, withdrawing his tongue from your cunt and licking over the slick that accumulated after your orgasm.
“Again,” Quinn murmurs. He doesn’t allow you to take a breath before he finds your clit with his tongue and latches on.
He seems committed to making your subsequent releases quick. His mouth feels like the tube of a vacuum against your clit, unrelenting and merciless. He’s sucking, and sucking, and sucking.
Quinn is starting to get sloppy. He’s got slick all over his lips, all over his chin. He stares up at you now, nothing behind his hooded eyes. He’s just taking you in, looking at you from his favorite angle.
His hands are resting on the insides of your thighs, laying securely to keep your legs spread for him. His pupils are dilated, massive and dark. His jaw works– you can see the bones in his face shifting as he tastes you. His face is scruffy as he nuzzles against you.
It isn’t long until you come again, just as strong as the first one. This climax seems to hit you harder, just because it came more quickly.
“Another,” he says into your skin, shifting one of his hands to push a finger into your heat. He doesn’t move his mouth from your clit, only intensifying his suction.
“Fuck,” you reply, halfway between a moan and a cry for… something. A break? For more?
You’re not sure. Things are starting to blur together and turn fuzzy. You’ve come twice without a moment of reprise, because that’s what Quinn wants. You’ll give him as many as he desires, until you physically cannot give any more.
You close your eyes and lose track of time, seeing stars the next time Quinn makes you come. He’s worked up to a second finger now, scissoring them and removing his tongue from your clit to shove it between his fingers. All three are inside of you, bringing you over the crest again.
Then, a third finger and his tongue on your nipple.
Then, again, with his tongue on your other nipple.
Another with his mouth pressing insistent kiss after insistent kiss to your cheeks, lips, and neck.
Your vision is black, then reeling with colors like that scene in Ratatouille when Remy mixes all of those different flavors, then like television static on an old TV.
“One more,” Quinn’s voice comes out of the darkness.
You whine, high in the back of your throat.
“I know, sweetheart,” Quinn murmurs. He’s touching your face, wiping underneath your eyes. “I know. You’re doing so well. You’re being so good for me. I love you so much– give me one more on my cock, okay? Then we’ll be done.”
“Quinn,” you keen, opening your eyes and finding it hard to look at him through the wetness there. You hadn’t realized that the overstimulation had gotten to you so much– but that’s what multiple orgasms will do to you. That’s how you react when your body is experiencing so much pleasure that it’s painful.
“That’s right, baby, I’m right here,” Quinn assures you. You can feel his cock nudging against your entrance, which feels like it’s gaping. You’re certain that your clit is swollen from the stimulation, the excessive stimulation. He sinks into you, inch by inch, cooing quietly to keep you grounded. “You’re so close already, I can feel it in the way you’re squeezing me. It’ll be quick, baby, I promise.”
He continues to talk while he fucks you, telling you how good you’ve been. He tells you how sexy you are, how perfect. He tells you how hard he’s been since you walked into the bedroom in your dirty, pretty lingerie and how he honestly thought he was going to come in his pants when you clenched down on his fingers for the third time and a weak dribble of your cum had dripped down his wrist.
You’re far gone. Sure, you’re there– you can feel him inside, pumping into you and throbbing against your walls. You can feel the way Quinn’s lips move over your own when he kisses you and when he speaks, feeding the words directly into your mouth. His fingers are toying with your puffy clit, and you’re sure it feels nice, but all you can feel is heat and friction.
“Quinn,” you say again.
“Let go,” he instructs under his breath. “Let go for me. Come around my cock, baby.”
You nod, agreeing to a seemingly-impossible task.
Quinn is always able to make the impossible happen. Your final climax manifests in shaking legs and bolts of lightning in your stomach, churning and folding in on itself. Your eyes are squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners, which Quinn kisses away.
He doesn’t come inside you. After you reach your final peak, he pulls out. He jerks himself above you, continuing to kiss your face and praise you for being so good to him. He comes all over your stomach and you’re glad– if he had come inside you, or somewhere equally as sensitive like your tits, it would be far too much when the time came to clean you up. With his cum on your stomach, he’s able to wipe you down without causing you any discomfort.
When it’s all over, he helps you sit up and drink your water. He kisses your temples and your forehead, your cheeks and your jawline. He surrounds you with one of his big t-shirts, like a massive hug, and he pulls you onto his lap so that you can collapse into the crook of his neck. Quinn rubs your back and convinces you to eat some of the berries you brought into the room earlier.
You’re tired when you’re able to verbalize a full sentence again. You’re exhausted, really. Quinn pushed you to your absolute limit, although you’re not dissatisfied with the way things went. You sought a night where he could do whatever he wanted, which he did, and now you want to sleep.
“Happy birthday,” you muster.
Quinn breathes out a chuckle, cradling your jawline as you stain his neck with a splotchy kiss. “Thank you again for being so perfect,” he says. “You made my birthday so special, baby. Let’s sleep, okay? I’ll cuddle you all night long.”
Within minutes, you’re drifting off to the lullaby of his breath.
#puck-luck's fics#andy writes anything🍄#quinn hughes#quinn hughes smut#quinn hughes fanfiction#quinn hughes x reader#qh43#nhl smut#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#hockey smut#happy birthday quinn <3
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you'll be alright, oh, here it is @magicshop ♡ (cr. namuspromised)
#userbangtan#usersky#annietrack#heyryen#usermaggie#userkelli#useremmeline#usersolis#raplineuser#userpat#tuserandi#useryoonqiful#nuggettracks#userines#usermizuoka#dailybts#btsedit#mine!#happy birthday my sweet andi!!!!!!#this is just a silly little thing but i'm happy to have you here with us sharing your beautiful gifs and being your beautiful self#bonus one is what it's like when we are messaging btw...............#meet me at the park in 3 hours i'll be with the rose :(#have fun this weekend 💓💓#i’ll just schedule for when it’s definitely morning lol#beloathed moving subtitle i just left it SORRY LOL
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may you find happiness there, may all your hopes all turn out right! ↳ for @magicshop 🌸
cr. dwellingsouls, atoz v; insp.
#btsgif#btsgfx#btsedit#gfx#usergif#bts#bangtan#namtaegi#usersky#userkelli#trackofthesoul#userzaynab#userines#usersan#underbetelgeuse#*yg#*nj#*th#*gifs#*gfx#andi I'm soooo sorry this is so late 😭#really just had zero time I hate it here#but here we go!!! your favourites are bringing you a little spring magic <3#(HAD to use 'magic' in this somewhere hehe)#I used every little scrap of this unit photoshoot there was noooot much unfortunately :( hence the little ot7 appearance :)#most of the text are lyrics from ben howard's 'keep your head up'#this song reminds of a beloved friendship from my youth and just warms my heart so much#it's perfect for this time of the year and gives me this fondness that I also feel when I think of you#I hope you spent your birthday surrounded by happiness and love#and that this new year of your life will be filled with hope and positivity
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The Shawshank Redemption (1994) + Foreshadowing
#happy 30th birthday to this movie <3#the shawshank redemption#shawshank redemption#andy dufresne#tim robbins#morgan freeman#live action#dailyflicks#filmdaily#filmedit#movieedit#cinematv#dailytvfilmgifs#filmgifs#moviegifs
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gently, hopelessly…..
this is for andy's ( @alonetogether ) birthday!!! happy birthday beloved bff, live long and prosper 🖖💕
#i hope you love this <3 i love you beyond words <333#now everyone go wish andy a happy birthday before i blow this whole place up#txt#c.txt#star trek#spirk#k/s
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goodbye, bear :(
#sims 4#the sims 4#ts4#the sims#gameplay#the culver legacy: gen 3#he died at macie's fucking birthday party#the second she aged up#IM SO SAD#I HATE THISSS#i hate that u can't see pet lifespanssss to prepareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee#they were still mourning jo and andy too omg
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happy birthday @alonetogether <3
raleigh ritchie - time in a tree
#hi andy <3 happy birthday#i hope this posts right i'm scheduling it and i never schedule posts#ALSO HOPE YOU LIKE IT <333#loustat#iwtv#raleigh ritchie#i tried to use the colors from the single art but idk if it translated
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happy late birthday take this to your grave!!
#me and tttyg share a birthday isnt that cool#grand theft autumn my beloved#my art#my art <3#vigilanteadrian#fall out boy#fob#fall out boy fanart#patrick stump#pete wentz#fob fanart#joe trohman#andy hurley#Spotify
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celebrating andy’s birthday this year is honestly heartbreaking and deeply upsetting, but nevertheless. andy: you are special in a way that will never truly be appreciated enough by the world, but is evident to every single person who listens to your music. we were so so so lucky to have you <3
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yamaguchi tadashi ☆ happy birthday andi @kakashihotakes ♡
#hq!!edit#fysportsanime#sportsanimedaily#anisource#animangaboys#yamaguchi tadashi#*mz:mine#friend's birthdays#usersenka#userroh#usermoh#usermica#usergojoana#userhanyi#userkyaa#useraki#userrsun#userjenny#tuseroa#hi andi! hope you had a fun birthday <3#i saw you used yams for your banner so i assumed he is a fav#hope you like it :)#haikyuu!!
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hear it in the silence | 3.2k words
“Ask me,” Mike says, his voice low and quiet and vulnerable, “what I wished for. For my birthday.”
Will’s hazel eyes widen a little bit more, and he hesitates. Swallows the lump in his throat. Glances down at Mike’s lips again, then back up one more time to Mike’s eyes. “If I ask you,” he murmurs, “and you tell me… it might not come true.”
Right – that is how wishes work, after all. You aren’t supposed to tell anyone what you wish for, what your heart desires, what you put all of your hope and longing towards as you blow the candles out on your birthday cake. That’s a secret for you and you alone.
“But,” Will adds, his own voice raspy and low, “I think I might be able to guess.”
Or:
Mike and Will share a quiet moment together away from Mike's eighteenth birthday party.
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happy birthday, mike wheeler. i wish i could say i adore you as much as will byers does, but i’d be lying to myself
#byler#byler fic#byler fanfic#andi writes not dies#happy birthday to the best boy there is#my idiot son <3#threw this one together#now back to fantasy au#aggressively makes everything about taylor swift#there will be no explanation#there will just be reputation#cause i AM dramatic#thank you so so much.
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bvb + sammiecore a birthday present for @bornasaint
Happy birthday bestie beloved!! I hope you have an absolutely fan-fucking-tastic day full of love and fun! It's another year around the sun for you AND (almost) one year of us being friends which is wild. I love you and all your funky gifsets and wild messages and insane inside jokes. Here's to many more <3
#black veil brides#bvb#andy biersack#andy bvb#guy of all time 🖤#bvb edit#maeve.png#my edit#like a court jester#i kinda just fucked around and found out with this concept#but i kinda love it#it came to me in a prophetic vision#happy birthday bestie uwu <3
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Ah, yes, Irwin's abrasive trait. I'm honestly surprised it hasn't caused more problems than just the occasional fight (that Irwin always wins).
Nothing says "I love you" like carving a legendary quality monument depicting your fiance. Good job, Fafo.
C'mon, Brennan, you're supposed to be good at doctor stuff. I want a pet razorjack, and we can't have this one unless you cure the scaria first (don't worry, the doggo-monster-thing is fine, it just got a stab in the lung which was easy enough to patch).
Yay, Andy grew up! Now he can walk around by himself and do stuff! I'm so excited to see–
Andrew Burke McCarthy, I'm not mad at you for choosing to follow Wookshy's heretical sub-cult, but... I am disappointed. So, so very disappointed. I had such high hopes for you, kiddo...
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#rimworld#gracie plays#art#my art#traditional art#rimworld art#unpolished art#Happy birthday to Baby/Child Andy#Even though I am very sorrowful about the Wookshys cult thing#Fafo carving a picture of Kaz with her artistic inspiration was so sweet#I'm going to set the monument up outside and make everyone who has the artistic meditation focus type meditate around it at night#I have almost run out of pages in this new sketchbook#This will have been the fasted I've ever filled one up#Rimworld truly is the artblock cure to beat all artblock cures#How about that huh#Anyway have a nice week!! <3 <3#The Animist Alliance
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happy birthday hot stuff I fkn luh you
Andy bae I luh you too
thank you bebeeeeee🥰
(ps: very much so looking forward to my gift🤭)
#z rambles#z's thoughts#z's odd girl tingz :p#z's moots <3#andy🤎🗝️#my beautiful black ally🫶🏾#z's brodie wodie homies🤟🏾#z's birthday#may birthday#may taurus
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