#bday fic

[stranger-rants]

Another part of the birthday gift series 💜

March 29, 1990.

Billy turns 23.

It’s a Thursday, but Billy doesn’t get his birthday gift on Thursday, March 29, 1990 because by that time it would be too late.

No, Steve surprises Billy two weeks before with his present. Billy’s eyes light up like a child’s when Steve presents him with tickets to see Mötley Crüe in Fort Wayne, Indiana on March 21st. He hasn’t seen Billy that excited for something in a long time if ever.

They get a hotel room closer to the venue. Billy spends a lot of time choosing an outfit for the show, not just for himself but for Steve, too. Steve can’t be seen at a metal concert in a polo. It just isn’t right, so Billy let’s him borrow his leather jacket, skin tight jeans, and a band t-shirt so he can be “presentable” enough when they go.

The concert is high energy and chaotic and fun and Steve loves it about just as much as Billy does because he gets to see a side of Billy he hasn’t really seen before. Billy is carefree, grinning from ear to ear. Singing along to every verse. Joking around with the strangers next to him. It makes him fall in love with Billy all over again.

“Fuck, I love this song!” Billy shouts when they begin to play Looks That Kill. Steve is fairly certain Billy loves every song since he keeps saying it over and over, but the pure joy and excitement radiating off of Billy is infectious. It doesn’t matter that it isn’t typically Steve’s type of music because he’s decided he loves every song that makes Billy this happy.

After the concert, Billy’s gone to take a piss and Steve’s hanging around the venue waiting for him. A familiar looking guy bumps into him by accident with an “Oh, shit. Sorry, dude!” as his drink soaks Steve’s, well, Billy’s band t-shirt. The guy offers to make it up to him. Grabs him a new shirt and some official merch that he signs.

The guy is long gone when Billy returns. Billy notices the new shirt, and Steve explains the whole incident leaving out the part that the guy he ran into was one of the band members. He doesn’t need to know he just missed one of his heroes. Billy shrugs as they head out to the parking lot. “Least we got a free official tour shirt out of it, those things are fucking expensive.”

“We? Who says I’m giving this shirt up,” Steve teases.

“Well, it was my shirt that got ruined,” Billy teases right back, “so give it here, bitch!”

“No, no. I’m keeping this!”

They chase each other around the parking lot for a bit, laughing until they’re out of breath. Billy finds more creative ways to get the shirt off of him when they get back to their hotel room.

On March 29, 1990, Billy opens the glove compartment of his fixed up Camaro to find a Shout At The Devil cassette tape that’s been autographed by Nikki Sixx.

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku ft. Midoriya’s Birthday

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Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

Some contain mature content.

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Credit to @fihella for the art.

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A New Adventure by silentsongbird

Summary: Katsuki has been anxiously preparing for Izuku's birthday for months now. It's his first time celebrating Deku's birthday as his boyfriend and he wants everything to go perfectly. He's planned a couple of surprises, but he's still worried that Deku will catch on to him. By some divine intervention, Deku is too excited for the opening of the new wing honoring All Might at the Nation Hero Museum to even remember that it's also his birthday! Katsuki has a lot planned for the day, including spending the first half of it at the Museum, but he also has a very important question to ask boyfriend. Hopefully everything he has planned is enough to keep the nerd distracted so that Katsuki can still surprise him!

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Rated - Mature

Sugar, Flour, and Apologies by starryshanty

Summary: Midoriya and Bakugou bake a cake, and it becomes more adventurous and chaotic than they thought it would be. Through trial and error, they emerge with final results that are delicious, and even a bit tear-jerking thanks to a surprise.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Happy Late Birthday by eloc1N

Summary: Katsuki spent too long trying to pick out a gift and now he's missed Izuku's birthday by several days--with nothing to show for it.

He won't wait any longer.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Birthday Boy by Amajjzy

Summary: It's Deku's birthday, but Katsuki swears, these idiots claiming to be his closest friends can't even organize a decent party. It's fucking painful to watch, and despite having said that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with this thing, he can't let them keep butchering their common room like this.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Surprises by @mikacrispy

Summary: Class 3-A finally discovers the day of Izuku's birthday and now they're trying to throw a surprise party big enough to make up for all the ones they missed during high school.

Katsuki would be happy to ignore all the party-planning going on around him - if said planning hadn't kickstarted a process of him being unable to ignore his growing feelings for the stupid nerd.

One Shot | Third Year AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Okinawa Sunshine by @amarisllis

Summary: Katsuki is smiling so wide that his face is starting to hurt. Izuku is the most gorgeous goddamn thing he’s ever seen.

Deku is still staring at him, and Katsuki is still holding his phone against his ear like a goddamn dork. “Surprise,” Katsuki whispers, as he drops his duffel bag unceremoniously to the floor. His heart is still beating amazingly fast, and he lets out a nervous laugh as he takes a step closer. “Happy birthday, dumbass.”----Izuku is on assignment in Okinawa for a month and a half. Katsuki decides that it's unacceptable for him to be alone on his birthday.

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Happy Birthday Bunny~ by Freckled_Dynamight

Summary: It's Izuku's birthday and Katsuki plans to make it one that his husband won't ever forget.

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Rated - Explicit

Next Year by SamIsNotLegend

Summary: It's Izuku's birthday. Katsuki had planned out the whole day. He was going to spoil his boyfriend rotten, and it was going to be perfect.

It... should have been perfect.

But then Katsuki had eaten shit in a villain fight yesterday.

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Rated - Explicit

Plan Of Action by Wenndi

Summary: Katsuki wants to give Deku the best sixteenth birthday.

One Shot | Fantasy AU

Rated - Teen & Up

gravitational pull by merikai

Summary: “Izuku,” Kacchan says. He shifts on his feet, and can't quite meet Deku’s eyes.

Deku homes in on the present in his hands. It's wrapped, emerald green paper. Deku is scrawled on top of the box. He got me a gift. “You wrapped it.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki wrinkles his nose, still leaning against the wall. “I know how to wrap a present, moron.”

— — —

Deku didn't celebrate his own birthday, there was no reason to—but without fail, every year, Katsuki managed to do the exact opposite.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

falling in love with you all over again (happy birthday, shitty nerd.) by chagrin_roses

Summary: Izuku gave the blonde a sympathetic look. “ Katsuki .”

Katsuki’s head snapped up.

��It’s fine. I’m already so happy that you thought about this whole date thing… Come on, I think I know what movie we should watch…”

“Two tickets to Minions Rise of Gru please.”

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Confetti and Class 1-A Celebrations by Fangirl_on_fire

Summary: Class 1-A wishing him a happy birthday in the morning and ignoring it for the rest of the day kind of confuses him, but hey, at least Izuku doesn’t spend the day thinking they hate him like what happened on poor Iida’s birthday, right? All Might getting him a cake and a present is already enough to make it the best birthday ever.

— — —

In which Class 1-A throws a surprise party for Izuku, and Katsuki has a special present for him.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

A Lonely Birthday by Shorties Topping (radd0)

Summary: It’s Izuku’s birthday! And he’s gonna spend the whole day with his wonderful boyfriend, right?

...Right?

One Shot | Aged Up

Rated - Mature

Deku's Birthday by Minglisabeth

Summary: 3rd year Midoriya spends his birthday in a hospital bed, but he's not alone.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

among perennials by RedHalcyon

Summary: “What… what is this?” Izuku asks, somewhat surprised to find himself breathless. It’s like they were transported into their own private hideaway as soon as Katsuki unveiled it, and the self confident yet open smile directed his way makes his heart pick up its pace.

“It’s a picnic,” Katsuki says, tilting his head at the arrangement on the ground. “Obviously.”

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

Birthday Wish by SmutFlower

Summary: Izuku had asked Katsuki for one thing for his birthday and who was Katsuki to deny such a simple request?

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

a thousand mornings like this by rhenna

Summary: Today is a special day, but he doesn't have to wake his boyfriend just yet. Katsuki allows himself to indulge for a little, just feel the low thrum of Deku's heart against his ribs, the soft exhale of Deku's breath against his bare skin, the slight tangles of Deku's hair against his fingers.

Katsuki knows exactly how fucking lucky he is. He feels it so keenly, especially in quiet moments like this, and today he's going to show Deku just how much he means to him.

One Shot | Aged Up

Rated - Teen & Up

meraki by izukus_bae1

Summary: meraki (adj)

giving a piece of yourself to what you do.

doing something with creativity, passion, and love.

the fic in which katsuki bakugou gives his all to ensure izuku has the best birthday ever

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Pancakes Really Worth Marrying For by M4nEat3r

Summary:The first thing that Izuku was aware of when he woke up was the smell of pancakes.

One Shot | Aged Up

Rated - General Audiences

Every Year by sister_elric

Summary: Every year, apart from a few, Bakugou asks Midoriya what he wants for his birthday.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

happy birthday (i hope you don’t hate me) by bee_c_e

Summary: When he got his quirk, and when he got older, the happiness turned into a constant sense of longing; an ache in his chest that could never and would never leave. He didn’t get it, he didn’t even understand what the emotions he was feeling were. So, in typical Katsuki fashion, he turned it against Izuku. Later, after he got his head knocked around a bit and almost died twice for the nerd, he realized that it was love. He loved Izuku, he was in love with Izuku, and he always had been.

— — —

or, Katsuki, in a moment of out-of-character vulnerability and desperation, gives Izuku the best birthday present he could’ve ever asked for.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Light Switch by MamaPyjama1

Summary: The shrill call of crickets cut through the low hum of the fan as it slowly oscillated back towards Katsuki and Izuku’s naked bodies sprawled on the futon.

The balcony doors were open, achieving precisely fuck-all when the air outside was just as thick and humid as that currently being circulated around the room. Katsuki felt a trickle of sweat dripping from his chest to the futon—they’d need to take it to get cleaned once the heatwave was over so there was no harm in it getting a bit dirtier.

— — —

The boys have been together for a while and are blissfully happy with the way things are. It’s the night before Izuku’s birthday though and Katsuki wants to give him a gift he’ll never forget. The gift is his ass.

One Shot | Aged Up | No Quirks au

Rated - Explicit

Birthday Surprises by DMMegsie

Summary: It has been two months.

School and the end of a term has really kept both Izuku and Katsuki apart with the exception for brief moments here and there in private.With their budding relationship a secret, and Izuku's birthday on the horizon, it is only natural they'd want to take things further.

[This is a sequel to the fic Birthday Secrets.]

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

[2tarbell]

one order for a vanilla birthday cake pleaseee!

kook!reader texting rafe “what position have you got her in?” when he takes too long to respond to a text

happy birthday, angel 💓

BSF!RAFE + KOOK!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

manicured pink nails tapped impatiently on the restaurant table. eyes glued to the bedazzled device with a glittery pout adorning her lips. this was so unfair. rafe would have a fucking conniption if she even thought about not texting him back. and now it’s been… seven fucking minutes? yeah, right.

the last time she left him on delivered for two minutes he was blowing her phone up and all grumbly the rest of the week, pounding her into oblivion for playing games. dont get her wrong; she loved it. being fucked within an inch of her life was her favorite pastime.

but now? rafe cameron was like the worst hypocrite known to man.

‘what position u got her in?’

‘Be so fr’

it brought a smile to her pretty face seeing his sassy reply. with a satisfied huff, she set her phone face down on the table. why not make him sweat? picking up her long island iced tea with a devious grin, she was right back into the conversation with her girls.

the table was alight with giggles and gossip — the pack of kook girls enjoying lunch together after before hitting the beach.

it was supposed to be an easy day, a break from all the confusion and feelings still swirling around princess and her tall, handsome “best friend”. and she desperately needed that. needed some semblance of normalcy before shit took off and everything on the island changed when the two most hated and loved rich kids finally get together.

so she didn’t even flinch when her phone vibrated once, twice, thrice. she only excused herself from the conversation with a smile when her phone buzzed in a rhythmic pattern — a phone call. bubbles of giddy excitement filling her tummy as ‘rafey’ showed on the screen with a point five angled photo of him looking pissed.

“‘kay— be right back, girls!” she sang, already standing with her phone in hand.

“he finally called you, huh?” melodie, a beautiful brunette in a lilac bikini top teased. the table giggled, all looking at princess and feeling a rush of girlish excitement.

“get your man, baby!” another girl, aliyah, borderline squealed.

princess flushed, feeling her body heat up at the prospect of rafe being ‘her man’. god, imagine! she waved them off embarrassedly, teetering away on her platform flip flops, pleasantly tipsy as she leans against the outside wall of the restaurant.

“hellooooo?”

her voice was sugary sweet into the phone, looking down at her nails and checking the polish for any chips. the warm timbre of rafe cameron’s voice rumbled through the speaker, directly pressed into her ear. she found herself wishing to feel his lips moving around the words and against the shell of her ear.

“you’re somethin’ else, dollface.” he mumbled and she could hear the smirk on his lips.

“aw, you didn’t say ‘hi’, rafe…” she pouted, biting back a laugh at the sound of his heavy sigh on the other end.

“hi. you’re somethin’ else.”

“hiii. why’s that?”

his laugh came through the speaker, all deep and settling into her bones like it always does. she hears the tick, tick of his blinker, meaning he’s driving somewhere in that big truck of his.

princess looks around at the marina, taking the sight of obx residents enjoying the still warm, early fall weather. hot enough to take a dip without the water being freezing yet. rafe continued on as she flitted her gaze around the area.

he ignored her question, instead asking his own.

“checked your location. you tipsy right now?”

a giggle escaped her glossy lips, head lolling slightly, “mmm, maybe… why?”

“go back in and pay. sent you one fifty.”

she froze, pulling the phone from her ear and seeing an apple pay notification. he always did this. not like she could just use her dad’s card or anything.

“rafe cameron—“

he cut her off, hanging up after and not letting her protest, “hey— pay and then come back out. know i’ll let ‘chu make it up to me, a’ight?”

it was like a reverse walk of shame — explaining to her friends why she was leaving early and why she was covering the whole tab. walking back out with her purse on her arm as the familiar rumble of his truck approached, petulant in the way her arms were crossed. he pulled up right before her, rolling down the passenger window and smiling in that frustratingly charming way. dickhead.

she hung up with a guffaw, not believing he actually showed up when she was hanging with her friends. the possessive gesture makes her heart jump then fall. very boyfriend of him.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

“oh, that’s how you talk to someone who just paid for your lunch? get in.”

she scoffed, amused at his gall. even more so at the fact she listened — shoes clacking against the pavement. rafe leaned over the console, opening the door for her. he looks good and smells better. that cologne she bought him for his birthday last year that he seems to be wearing a lot recently. an intoxicating smell that makes her feel drunker.

a plaid button up, rolled up to the elbow and exposing strong, veiny arms causes her mind to wander as he leans closer to her.

“hey, gorgeous,” that low drawl sends goosebumps over her body, paired with a half smile that’s so pretty.

comfortable in the seat she’s become so familiar with, he closes the gap between them. giving her a kiss so casual and natural, it makes her fluffy lashes flutter rapidly. sticky gloss transfered on his mouth that he doesn’t even wipe away.

she’s even more confused when flowers are thrusted into her arms. princess blinks at him like a fish — feeling a warmth settle in her chest at the sight of her favorite blooms wrapped haphazardly in brown paper.

“they, uh— they were in this ugly fuckin’ plastic. know you hate that so… yeah,” rafe shrugs it off as he pulls out of the parking lot.

princess decides this is technically a kidnapping. especially because she’s never been more confused and lost in her life.

he leans back in the seat, driving with one hand lazily, confidently. a glimpse of blue eyes at her and she’s smiling wildly, bringing the flowers to her nose to smell them. princess leans over and kisses his cheek, feeling drunker on the moment and smell of his skin.

“i— thank you, rafey…”

rafe takes notice of how small her voice is, how vulnerable. he nods, switching hands to rest one on her leg. large, warm palm soothing her and pulling her out of her mind before she can even begin to cause herself to spiral.

he clears his throat, squeezing the plush, smooth skin of her thigh, “cowgirl.”

her furrowed brow is adorable. looking up from the bouquet in her lap and over at him in question. there’s a drunken slowness to her, a haze. he hums and pushes his hand higher — marking a mental note of how easily her legs spread to make room for him.

“that’s what position imma have you in.”

[appleslightning]

Spoiled Little Brat by @fastbrother

[idyllcy]

class cancelled. see you online - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

In the early years when he first started, Simon didn't cancel class. It was kind of well known at that point. He'd rather spend the class chattering about his wife than cancel class, so imagine everyone's surprise when he sent out the collective email detailing that he was canceling class because his wife was in labor.

What.

He sent them the slides for the day and a previous recording from a while back, letting them know that class on Thursday would be on zoom — a link that he will post onto the class canvas eventually.

He signs off the email with a photo of the baby locked by a password hidden in the slides, and he replies to everyone's congratulations once you're back in the home. He ends up staying back to teach the rest of the term from home because he was taking care of the baby

It was something briefly mentioned on his rate my professor, detailing how Professor Riley had "Moved the rest of our semester online because he wanted to stay home and take care of his wife. How did the school allow this?" and "I for one loved the online classes and congrats to him for finally being a father — 5/5 for my semester tbh" but truth was while the rate my professors ratted him out, his students didn't mention that class was moved online at the time.

So, when he lets his class know that he'll be out for a couple of weeks and moving class online, everyone sends in their congratulations early, earning a furrow of his brows and a laugh from your lips as he reads his emails to you.

"They really read their RMP reviews huh?"

"Sure did. I didn't even mention it this time. I barely talk about our daughter." He hums, hand on your bump as the second kicks at it.

"Well, I think I walked in once or twice." You hum. "Besides, they like it online."

"I do too." He mumbles, pinching at his daughter's cheeks as she giggles. "But most people don't pick up enough when you teach online."

"That's true." You take the berry from your daughter's hand as she hands one to you and presses another to Simon's lips.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

She nods, eyes glued back onto the screen as you glance at the recent check-up results.

"You bet Johnny's gonna cancel class too?"

"Heard he already told his students."

"Crazy."

[sinofwriting]

Under His Wing - Jenson Button

Words: 1,177 Summary: Oscar had thought when Mark had taken his sister under his wing that it was a great idea. Turns out it was the worst idea in the world as he stares at a picture of Jenson and his sister kissing. Note(s): Reader is Oscar’s sister. Large age gap between her and Jenson. No part two will be written.

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Oscar had four sisters. All younger than him and all equally as annoying and he didn’t have a favorite. It would be unfair really. But if he was to have a favorite sister? It would be Y/N.

They were nearly twins, just ten months apart, but you’d never think so with the way she always tagged along with him everywhere.

When he moved to the UK for his racing career, six months later she joined him. When he moved out of boarding school and into a flat, she joined him. She joined him at races, at pr and press events, she always joined him. And thankfully when Mark became his manager in 2020 he recognized how important she was to him, really how important his family was to him, and as soon as she got her degree she was working with Mark.

Oscar had been beyond grateful, because she loved f1 just as much as he did, she just didn’t have an interest in driving. She did want a career in it and Mark had given her that opportunity without Oscar having to beg whatever team he was a part of to give her a chance or make her an employee of his, which would have not worked for either of them.

He’s beyond grateful for the chance that Mark gave her, for what Mark has done for him, for his career, for taking them both under his wing, but now as he stares at the photo on his phone, he wishes that he never let Mark Webber met his sister.

—

“Jenson.” She giggles as he presses kisses to her neck. He grins at the sound, nipping at the thin skin and reveling in her gasp. “Yes, sweetheart?” Her temple presses briefly against his as she gently shakes her head. “I want a kiss.” He can hear the pout on her lips, the wide-eyed look she has on her face, as she tries to get what she wants. Not, he thinks, that she really has to try and convince him to give her anything.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He murmurs, turning her so she’s facing him and sure enough, she’s pouting up at him, her bottom lip sticking out beautifully. “You want a kiss?” She nods. Leaning down, he kisses her, taking that bottom lip of hers in between his own. “Is that better?” “Much.” She sighs, making him kiss her again.

Releasing her, he watches as she goes over to her bag and pulls out of her phone. A joke is on the tip of his tongue about kids and their phones these days, but his dominant hand is pulling his own phone out of his pants pocket, wanting to check his messages before seeing if he can convince her to join him in the shower, a light sweat clinging to him from their hike.

His eyebrows furrow at the sheer amount of missed calls and texts he has and he quickly answers the next call.

“Mark, Is everything alright?” “Jenson.” “What’s going on?” He asks, shooting a concerned glance at Y/N, whose looking at her phone, confused. “Are you in California right now?” “Yes.” “Are you with anyone?” His eyebrow raises, “no. Why?” “So, Y/N Piastri, Oscar’s sister and my assistant isn’t with you.” Jenson freezes. “How did you?” The older cuts him off. “You two were spotted on a hike, kissing.” “Fuck.” He drags a hand over his face while the one holding his phone, pulls the device away from him ear and mouth a bit. “Sweetheart, we’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“Does the problem have anything to do with why Oscar has nonstop been calling and texting me?” She asks, moving back over to him and he winces as she watches her let another call from Oscar just ring through. “We got spotted on our hike.” He tells her, as he puts his phone on speaker. “Mark called as well.” He doesn’t mention any of the other names he also saw littering his phone screen, that could wait until after. “How bad is it?” “PR wise?” Jenson’s nose wrinkles, face twisting in disgust at how that’s the first thing Mark says, considers, even though it’s his job in some sort. “Not too bad. There’s a lot of shock, questions. It’s more Oscar I’m worried about.” “He’s not happy.” “Happy?” Mark laughs. “He apparently went ballistic seeing the photos. Lily called me, she was with him when he saw. Last update I had from her, he was trying to get Max to give him his private jet so he could come to California to kill Jenson. Since y’know he found out through twitter that his little sister is doing something with a guy twice her age.” “You introduced us.” Jenson protests. “Yeah, because I thought you’d be good friends. Not,” he pauses unsure of what to call it. “Dating?” She fills in for him. “Yeah, dating.” He sighs. “Did anyone know before this?” “No.” They both answer at the same time. Mark sighs again. “Alright, well it’s time to start talking. You need to call your own manager Jenson, Y/N call Oscar, we can handle our side of the PR after Jenson gets his figured out.” “Got it. Sorry, Mark.” “Don’t worry about it, kid.”

Before Jenson can say anything the call is ended and he’s staring at his phone, bemused. “I think he likes you more than me.” She laughs. “Well, do you blame him?” He quickly shakes his head. “No. Be stupid to not like you.” He dips his head down, wanting a kiss, but she steps away, shaking her head. “No, not happening. You can get a kiss after you talk to your manager and I talk Oscar out of killing you.” Jenson winces, that was not going to be a fun conversation. “I’m alright with a bit of light maiming.” “Jenson.” “Sweetheart,” he chuckles at the serious look on her face. “He’s going to want to kill and hurt me. I’m sure your mum and dad are the same way. I’m sure next time I see Mark I’m going to get a nice elbow to the ribs. It’s just what’s going to happen. I made my piece with that after our fifth date.” She pouts and he can’t help but pull her into a hug. “I don’t want you to get hurt and I don’t want anyone fighting about this.” “I know.” He kisses the top of her head. “And we can hope that it doesn’t happen, that it goes more smoothly than how it feels currently, but we both knew that us being together would rock the boat.” “I think we need a bigger boat.” He snorts. “Maybe. Now let's make our calls, get them done and over with yeah?” “Yeah.” She sighs, pulling away from him before smiling and then she’s pouting up at him again, just like earlier. “Kiss?” He shakes his head, but brushes their lips together for just half a second. “There ya go, sweetheart. Little something to tide you over.”

@crashingwavesofeuphoria @jointhehunt67 @gothgirlez @namgification @KimmiB13 @racingheartsposts @gemofthenight @peachiicherries @lpab @hiireadstuff @iloveyou300morgan @boiohboii @bibliosaurous @skepvids @elliegrey2803 @tallrock35 @casperlikej

[choccy-milky]

ty to @icedmatchawoatmilk13 for sending this to me! i may have gone a bit overboard but this was so much fun to fill out/think about BAHAHA💖 ill still never get over how perfect the song sarah smiles is for them...the lyrics AND the fact that its an alliteration...im gonna do an animatic about seb and clora to that song one day i swear 😩 ((blank template by oakwolves!))

[isolabellz]

based on this fic

[nonranghaes]

jeongin stirs awake when he feels you climb into bed beside him. he's already reaching out, moving in to bury his face in the crook of your neck when you push him back. you turn over to face him, and he feels you softly kiss his lips.

"happy birthday," you mumble, nose nuzzling against his own. it earns a smile from him, and you're all too eager to kiss it once more. "sorry to wake you."

he just chuckles, "it's okay," and cuddles in. his forehead presses against your neck, and he wraps his arms around you. "what time is it?"

"... late."

he peeks up and squints at the clock. it's almost two in the morning. what went late? your job? your ride? he'll have to ask later. you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, pressing a kiss against the side of his head. he lifts his head just enough that you can hear him: "good night."

"good night," you murmur back. your fingers are playing with the hair at the back of his neck but growing slower by the second. "i love you."

he pecks your neck one last time before settling in. "love you, too."

[manchesterau]

the switch into and out of sister daniel is like watching a performance

[ronearoundblindly]

He Needs the Calories

It's just silly Steve Rogers fluff based on my favorite joke this holiday...

Summary: Steve has his own tradition the night before the Fourth.

Entirely, utterly stupid, and I don't care because it made me smile. Enjoy! WC ~1k

"What the hell is all this?" you screech at Steve, finding an eleventh gallon bag of cookies tucked in a basket at the bottom of the pantry. "Why do you have a metric ton of...what? Sugar cookies? Cutouts, snickerdoodles, thumbprints? My god, what are you doing? Running your own bake sale?"

Steve's eyes shift guiltily from where you stand to the fridge and back.

You drop the bag of peanut butter chocolate chip treats and step backward to open the french doors.

"What's in here, Steve?"

"Nothing," he rushes.

"What's in the fridge, Steve?!"

He jumps to push the door shut before you can peak in. "It's not a big deal, ok? You don't wanna see."

This is starting to feel like the end of the movie Seven. What's in the cold box?! What's in the box, man?

Steve might be clearly ashamed and hoping you give up, but he uses no force to stop you. His bright blue eyes simply plead for your understanding.

Crammed into the tallest shelf are five--count 'em, five giant pitchers of...milk.

It's not store containers though; they're the type you make your own drinks in.

"Wha...."

You look at Steve, confused.

"It's a joke," he starts to explain.

"Are you taking a milk bath for your supple skin?" you snip.

"No. In the compound," Steve tsks back. "You know, like Santa. Ha-ha, leave out milk and cookies for the patron saint of Independence Day, ha-ha...or whatever."

He looks at his feet.

"So they give you the milk and cookies on the Third."

"I--uh--I wait until the compound closes and people go home, and then I collect the stuff from all the little break rooms and waiting areas. Employees' children come in to specifically to set up the plates."

He rolls his hands around as if that settles things.

"It's cute."

"So you bag up hundreds of cookies from fifty rooms in the building, pour glass after glass of milk into pitchers, and then hoard them like the freaking Cookie Monster in the apartment...You know you don't have to consume all of this, right?"

Steve balks at the mere suggestion. He's appalled.

How. Dare.

"What? I'm not gonna throw them away. That's such a waste! The kids would be so disappointed."

"Then you share them, Steve. You put them somewhere the adults can help you finish them off. You do not eat twenty-five pounds of butter and sugar and flour in one single day."

He shrugs, defiant in his plucking of one full gallon bag back from the pantry and reaching past you for a pitcher.

"I'll run a little extra," he mutters with a pouting lip. "I need the calories."

That's the last, laughable thing the big guy says before shutting himself in a room, snacks in hand.

Well, you think, it's oddly fitting that the patron saint of America is a glutton.

A/N: Look. I warned you it was stupid. I also warned you that I did not care BWAHAHAHA

Happy Birthday, Steebie 😘

🍪🥛🍪

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ august prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ orange peels

²⁾ blood under fingernails

³⁾ glimmering pools of gasoline

⁴⁾ burnt coffee

⁵⁾ a martini glass

⁶⁾ jasmine perfume

⁷⁾ a knotted gold chain

⁸⁾ whiskey on someone’s breath

⁹⁾ blue lace trim

¹⁰⁾ a cornfield

¹¹⁾ an arm draped over shaking shoulders

¹²⁾ messy handwriting

¹³⁾ a chef’s white coat

¹⁴⁾ cherry pits

¹⁵⁾ a tie on a bedroom floor

¹⁶⁾ an overgrown garden

¹⁷⁾ boxer shorts

¹⁸⁾ sweet incense

¹⁹⁾ an early phone call

²⁰⁾ a chaise lounge in a dark room

²¹⁾ cheap cocktails

²²⁾ birthday candles

²³⁾ torn curtains

²⁴⁾ the snack aisle in a gas station

²⁵⁾ a riverbank after a storm

²⁶⁾ the radio shows on at 2 am

²⁷⁾ vermouth

²⁸⁾ a cold necklace against warm skin

²⁹⁾ ruined mascara

³⁰⁾ a home-cooked meal

³¹⁾ an orange-tiled shower

[2tarbell]

happy birthday!! could i get vanilla birthday cake with crybaby!reader and “she’s so pretty, she still looks like an angel while i’m doing the most depraved and ungodly things to her”

- 🕷️ (if it’s available)

MEAN!RAFE + CRYBABY!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

participate in my bday celebration!!!

“good girl, right there, yeah?”

the drooling sounds of crybaby’s cunt swallowing the length of her boyfriend filled her frilly room. the baby blue decor seemed to judge her — being ruined in a space that was so precious. she could feel the beady eyes of her stuffed animals watching them. it should’ve felt wrong, but nothing wrong could make her feel so good.

the sex was always great with rafe. she thought he was heaven sent, so good with that mouth and seemingly all knowing when it came to her body. he knew all the spots to drag out animalistic whines and pearly tears from her.

it was all nasty words and sobs that filled the space. rafe’s large hands guided her movements roughly, pushing her to ride him in a way he liked. the realization that she was being used for his pleasure made crybaby clench around him. he rewarded her with a buck of his hips.

she mewled at the feeling, the sensation of him nudging her cervix making the tears fall harder and faster. fingers scratched at his toned chest, searching for any kind of stability.

“daddy, i— i can’t—“

a sting to her tear-stained cheek caused a choked sob to fall from her kiss bitten lips. the slap wasn’t even that hard — rafe tutted and gripped her chin, pulling her face down to his. body pliable and melting into him, her head all muddy from the contact of his palm to her cheek.

“yeah? you done, baby? tell me to stop.” he whispered, almost a threat. like he was daring her to back out.

but he knew her too well; silence broken by her little sniffles was all the response he got. those wet eyes stared at him pleadingly and pitifully. she wouldn’t say it — even if she had a gun to her head. too cock drunk to even function.

a wicked smirk etched its way onto rafe’s handsome features, resuming dragging her back and forth on his cock with her jaw still tightly in his grasp. her lips parted in a silent whine, he kissed her open mouth hotly.

“s’what i thought. you need this shit, huh? don’t fuckin’ tell me you can’t—”

she was a mess above him. hips canting when his tip kissed that perfect little spot, beginning to black out as stars dotted her vision. or maybe that was just the tears and mascara coating her lashes.

the sight had rafe pulsing inside of her, eyes flickering over her whole face and trying to commit her expression of pure ecstasy to memory. so beautiful.

his breath was ragged, a gravel texture to his voice that gave crybaby goosebumps, “love you… like an angel while ‘m doing dirty shit t’you. fuckin’… depraved and ungodly shit.”

she was hiccuping and writhing, almost to the precipice of that little death. from the way his navel continuously bumped her puffy clit. the pressure just right, his gaze so intense, his hands so rough—

crybaby came with a sob, babbling dumbly through ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s. her body was shivering and trying to squirm away from the blond boy. rafe caught her, working her through the sensations patiently. he pushed her onto her back and settled back into her warmth, pussy eagerly accepting his hard length with a squelch.

“get your lamb, there you go, atta girl—“

a soft white stuffed lamb was thrusted into her arms, limbs like jelly but clinging to the familiar source of comfort. her tears soaked into the plush of the animal and she bit the ear to muffle the choked cries that involuntarily left her mouth.

her pathetic little head lolled to the side into his forearm, nose nuzzling the warm skin. listening to the muffled sounds of his grunts and praises. she could feel him in her stomach — hazy eyes floating down to where they’re connected. a creamy ring collecting around his base and creating even worse sounds.

but crybaby couldn’t find it in herself to care anymore. their gazes connected and she felt the pleasure build once more. one objective on her mind:

it can’t get more ungodly than letting him fill her to the brim.

[appleslightning]

“You got lucky,” he says, bringing Harry’s hand up to his lips and kissing it. He holds it there for a beat, then lets it go. “I’m sorry Harry, but I don’t think this was a good idea. I think maybe … I think maybe it’s time we stopped.”

a pulled down shade by fast_brother

[hidden-for-reg]

august 8: tattoo | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 196

from the august 2023 collection

It was James’ birthday.

Regulus had gotten him a nice cologne and a pair of shoes James had been whining about for months. 

At James’ birthday party with all their friends, Regulus had given James his gift and James had loved it. Back at his flat, James told him thank you and given him a kiss.

But he didn’t know Regulus had another gift for him.

So when Regulus showed up at James’ flat unannounced and wearing his low-rise, baggy jeans that sat on his hips and a tight black crop top, he couldn’t help but smirk when James opened the door and gaped at him.

James pulled him into his flat and promptly shut the door. 

Regulus put his hands on his hips and whispered into James’ ear, “Happy Birthday, Jamie.”

Regulus saw James pupils multiply a million times in size when they stopped to gaze at Regulus’ hips. Where he had a brand new tattoo of deer antlers on each hip bone. The ends of the tattoos snuck under the waistband of Regulus’ jeans.

James dragged his gaze back up to meet Regulus’ eyes.

He held that gaze as he dropped to his knees.