#happy birthday honey!!

[ymeisli]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JJONG!!!

i’ve returned to tumblr dot com to post my jjong art for his birthday! i’m sorry i haven’t been posting at all 🙇‍♂️ my apple pen broke (…again) and i just haven’t been drawing a lot recently!! i do still open tumblr regularly so i see all my notifs n stuff! i’m still hereeee!

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

two days late, but-

Happy Birthday Honey!! 💞🥺

(credit to the og editor!!)

[hurlingdown]

hi hi! I was wondering, since you're one of my favorite writers, could u plzzz do little fic with law giving himself as a present to m!reader for his birthday?

(its my bday, dk if u care tho lol)

imagine having trafalgar law on your lap, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, letting out small breathy moans as he works himself up and down your cock. 

it’s your birthday, and you’ve just returned to your room, but he had insisted on doing this, saying that it was all part of his gift to you. you were beginning to think that mind-blowing sex was the present he had prepared—not that you were complaining. 

it’s not until he’s shuddering and gasping, a moment away from tipping over the edge, gazing at you with so much love and want that you almost forget to breathe, that he shakily conjures a Room. 

“Mes,” he whispers, and cuts out his heart for you. 

you see it then: carved into red, pumping muscle, in neat black ink, is your name. 

you tremble, pulling him in for a kiss, hands shaky as you gently grasp your present, tracing every artery, feeling every pulse. all of it, permanently yours. 

“happy birthday,” he gasps against your lips, coming apart, and if you hadn’t realised, you know it for sure now: falling in love with trafalgar law is anything but fleeting. it is a strange sort of dance, sweet and saccharine at times, and in others, crowded with great tides of an inexplicable yearning to own and possess, heavy and intimate and soulful. 

law knows this very well, and you do too: because at the end of the day, what’s his is yours.

[kajiuna]

Happy Birthday Haruhi! <3

[callieisto]

HAPPY (LATE!) BIRTHDAY RO MY LOVE!!! Have some of the softest birthday sex with Sam I could cook up <33 @ivysangel

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Usually, Hunters didn’t have partners. Hunters didn’t live long enough or safe enough to love someone properly, maintain anything the way a relationship needed to be maintained.

Clearly, Sam never got the memo.

“Missed you,” Sam said breathlessly, kissing you as soon as you opened the door to your apartment. Long distance was hell, especially when he was away for your birthday. It just made him feel like the shittiest boyfriend ever, just the worst. He could save you from a stalker vampire, but he couldn’t convince Dean to leave him in a town the week of your birthday.

To be fair to Sam- in many, many ways, dealing with a stalker vampire was much easier than dealing with his brother.

But Sam would find his way to you if the world was ending, if the sky was spitting fire and the seas turned to lava. He would crawl over broken glass to see you smile. He loved you more than he loved the idea of saving the world.

He pulled away to study your face, to just soak you in. God, you were the most beautiful woman in the world. He leaned in again to nuzzle against your nose, the smile on his face infectious.

“You got your hair done,” he whispered, taking one of the braids between his fingers and twisting it slightly. “It looks good. You look good. God, I missed you.”

He kisses you again, crowding you back into your apartment, cradling your face in his hands. To say he’s desperate would be an understatement. He’s starving for you, he’s been going through withdrawals, and the simple feeling of your mouth on his feels like coming home.

He always wanted a normal life. And meeting you had been just the most amazing thing in the world. Falling into bed with you the first time had felt like… god, like something had clicked in his brain. Like the universe had finally righted itself. He’d been so lost, been living outside his body since uprooting his entire life, and you brought him right back.

Right now, though, he needed you so bad it hurt.

Curling over you- god, you’re so small in comparison to him, so beautiful- he smiles that crooked little smile down at you, hands moving from your face to your hips.

“Let me make it up to you,” he begs plainly, because Sam Winchester is not above begging for the woman he loves. “Please?”

“Okay,” you giggle, and he nearly cries with relief because god, he just loves you so much.

He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, his hands supporting your thighs, and carries you down the hall to your bedroom. It’s cute, it’s so you, and he can’t help but remember the first night he ended up tangled in your sheets. You had just moved in, and there were boxes everywhere, and you had been so scared when the brothers broke your door down and basically camped out in your living room until that scummy vampire had showed his face.

Dean, who had apparently met another girl in the same city, decided to spend the night with her. Which left Sam without a car, and, well…

It was history.

He crawled over you when he softly dropped you on the bed, trailing his hands up and down and up and down- just feeling you, because it’s been so long, because he loves you, because he wants to be close to you in a way he never wants to be close with anyone else again.

“Happy late birthday, baby.” He whispered, kissing down your throat. Your giggle makes him smile, makes his cheeks flush. God, he’s so whipped for you it’s embarrassing.

Pretty soon, you’re naked. And he’s naked too, but he’s using your thighs as earmuffs as he presses sweet kisses to your clit.

“Missed this pretty pussy,” he murmured like a prayer, licking a stripe up your folds. He moans, trying not to rut his cock against the bed like a loser. He sucks on your clit, pulling you further down on the bed and laughing when you squeak out in surprise.

“Sam!” You chide breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows with an affectionate look on your face.

He just smiles, and shrugs, and goes back to eating you out like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do.

“C’mon baby,” he murmurs against you, hitching your legs higher so he can tongue fuck you deeper, can slurp at you like you’re a fucking soup, his nose bumping against your clit all the while. “You’re so fucking pretty, taste so good, lemme have it, give it to me please…”

When your legs tremble around his head and you buck your hips into his mouth, cumming with a little cry of his name, he swears he’s never tasted anything sweeter. He could spend hours between your legs, and has, but the way you’re squirming makes him think that maybe, just maybe, you missed him just as much as he missed you.

So he leans back once you’re limp on the bed, kissing his way up your body until he reaches your mouth. “You’re so perfect.” He said, his voice tight. “God, you’re so perfect baby, I missed you so much.”

He kissed you slow, soft, big hand cupping your breast in his hand, tweaking the nipple just to hear you squeak.

He pulls back, a string of spit connecting his tongue to yours. He lets go of your boob, reaching for the bedside table to dig around for a condom. He found one, sitting back on his haunches to tear the little foil packing open with his teeth.

It is unfairly sexy, especially considering how you’re pretty sure you look like a mess. He rolls the condom on, running two fingers through your wetness to lube up his cock a little bit. He leans back over you, carefully, kissing your forehead.

“God, you’re so pretty.” He whispered, notching his tip at your entrance very carefully. “I missed you so much, baby, god… love you, love you s’much…”

He groans when he pushes in almost annoyingly carefully, like you might break, like he’s been away for so long that you might have forgotten what he feels like inside you.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours when his hips are flush with yours. “Hi pretty girl.” He crooned, peppering your face with kisses. “Oh, you look so pretty, all full of me. Good god.”

You squirm under his careful kisses, whining impatiently. “Sam,” you whimper, trying to kick at him to knock him out of the little lovey dovey haze he’s in. “Sam, move! Mnh-”

The little sound you make drives him crazy, and he starts moving, slowly, carefully. He picks up the pace when you let little moans slip out, because that has got to be his favorite sound in the world. The little whimpers, the way your eyes flutter, the way your lips part sweetly.

His hand snakes down your body to rub at your clit, because when you seize up with a cry of his name and soak his cock, he wants to cry because he’s so happy.

He keeps working at it, thrusts getting faster and harder as you squeal out a little “Sam, sensitive!”

“Just one more,” he croons down at you, his voice tight. “Just give me one more, sweetheart, one more, please, ‘s your birthday present, gonna make you cum at least one more time…”

And, true to his words, he makes you cum again. You cling to his bicep, manicured nails digging into his skin, crying out weakly as tears of pleasure smudge your makeup and trail down your cheeks. He groans as his hips stutter to a stop, the condom filling as he leaned over her, panting weakly.

He kissed your tears from your face, smiling softly. “Hey, pretty girl. You did so good. You made me feel so good, baby, god, I missed you.”

The two of you lie like that for a while, sweaty and sated. After a few minutes of gentle kisses and sweet praise, he pulled out, chuckling when you whimper at the empty feeling. He took the condom off, tying it before he tossed it into the trashcan by your bedside table. He grabbed his boxers, hiking them back up before crawling into bed with you.

“I missed you.” He whispered again, while you busied yourself settling against his chest. “I’m in town for the week. What do you say we go out and get you some birthday presents tomorrow?”

Your hum makes him smile. He kisses your forehead, gets comfortable, and the two of you fall asleep tangled in your sheets.

[sunkissedlouis]

thirty, flirty, and thriving!

happy birthday, harry! 🎂💖

[hedwig221b]

Stiles Stilinski

Happy Birthday to the bravest human running among wolves! 🥳💗🐺

Derek Hale moodboard

[super-license]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL RICCIARDO ✦ JULY 1, 1989 "It's real sweat. I'm a high performance athlete, athletes sweat. Sweat baby, ki ki ki rrra, sweat sweat, rr."

[mikibaby94]

Papas home 💕✨

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A gift for my best friend @akiiame-blog Happy birthday girly 🥳 have a wonderful one!! 🎉 Go give her a lot of wishes!! :D

[mon-ster-chen]

Source: Con o'Niell -> instagram

💫🥰...just enjoy it❤️‍🔥

[naranjapetrificada]

Happy Birthday, Stede Bonnet 🎂🥳

(I made this for a different post but I think sharing it again today is justified because it's our beloved captain's special day!)

[possession1981-moving]

ONEW Dice (2022)

[the-almighty-god]

Happy Birthday to the Earth

And to myself, too. Or at least part of me.

[mike-milkyway]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABYBOY BOYFRIEND/BABYGIRL WIFE/POOKIE WOOKIE WITH CREAM AND COLOR SPRINKLES ON TOP, BLACK LEG SANJI‼️‼️💥💥🗣️🗣️🎉🎉

[adharafirenze]

Happy birthday princess <333 I hope you’re having a wonderful day honey <333

[oyeixcher]

Happy Birthday Lee Jooheon ✦ October 6 1994