#happy birthday mark 💚

[beomie-rabbit]

HAPPY 11TH BIRTHDAY BABIES 🥰🫶🏾

They’ve grown so much, just so happy for them for making it this far and staying together 🥰

Truly Got7 forever 💚 Credits: 1theK on Twitter -A🐰💜

[xomakara]

Birthday Cake

SUMMARY |  It's Mark's birthday and you have a very special surprise for him.

PAIRINGS | Mark x Reader

GENRE/CONTENT/WARNINGS |  non-idol!Mark, non-idol!Reader, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (both male/female receiving/giving), praise kink, pet names, dirty talk, food play, messy cake sex??

RATING | Mature, NSFW, 18+

LENGTH |  4093 words

TAGLIST | --

NETWORKS |  @k-vanity

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Firstly, I apologize if it sounds rushed and probably not one of my best works. I literally wrote this in like 3 hours lol. I still hope you all like this though lol. Secondly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK. We all love you 💚

Mark Lee always considered himself a lucky man as he was surrounded by friends and loved ones who gathered for this dinner party for his birthday. Smiling from his seat, his hand was placed on your thigh, softly caressing. His eyes wandered over to yours. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.

You smiled and nodded. "Why wouldn't I be okay? My man's birthday is today."

"Good. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way."

"Thank you." You leaned in to kiss him. "And you look so handsome today."

"We get it. You both love each other." Johnny rolled his eyes jokingly. "Can we start the celebration already?"

You pulled back, a smile still on your lips. "Yeah. Let's celebrate."

Mark had planned a quiet and private party with the closest people in his life. As the night progressed, it turned into a rowdy one. Johnny and Yuta were playing a drinking game while Jungwoo, Jeno, Jaehyun, and Hendery were cheering them on. Ten was in the kitchen, preparing another batch of food with Doyoung. Taeyong was nowhere to be found, but he might've left with Kun since neither of them was here.

You and Mark watched them. You were sitting in his lap while his arms were around your waist.

"Having fun?" he whispered, placing a kiss on your neck.

"I am." You turned to him, arms around his neck. "Is the birthday boy having fun? Did he get all his presents?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. I did. Although I'm still waiting for the best present."

"Oh really? What would that be?"

Mark looked into your eyes. "The most beautiful girl in the world."

"And who would that be?"

"It's you." He gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

"You're so cheesy." You giggled.

"You love it."

"Yeah, I do."

You were about to kiss him again until Johnny interrupted. "Hey, you two lovebirds! We're going to sing Happy Birthday now. Stop being gross and pay attention."

"We weren't doing anything." You called out, Mark laughing.

Johnny raised a brow at you, clearly not buying it. "Uh huh, sure. Get your horny asses over here."

Mark stood up with you in his arms, placing you on your feet before standing beside you.

"Okay, guys, gather around!" Yuta called out, waving the cake in his hands. "One... two..."

Everyone sang, their eyes glued on Mark. You looked over at him, a fond smile on your lips. He turned to look at you, his heart fluttering as your gaze met. After the song ended, he blew the candles and made a wish. Everyone cheered. You went back to your seat beside Mark and held his hand. "So, what did you wish for?"

He shrugged. "It's a secret."

"You know I won't tell anyone."

"But you'd find out sooner or later."

"That's true."

Mark squeezed your hand. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

"But your friends—"

"They'll understand. I just want to be with you tonight."

"Okay." You nodded, a smile still on your lips.

Doyoung looked up from where he was standing. "You two better be responsible!"

You turned to him. "Don't worry. We're just going to hang out."

"Uh-huh, sure." Ten rolled his eyes.

"We're just going to hang out!"

Ten smirked, his eyes moving between you and Mark. "Dressed like that? I doubt it. Don't forget to use protection."

Your face heated up at his words. Mark only chuckled. "We're leaving."

"Take care, you two." Doyoung waved, watching you both leave.

As soon as the door closed, you took off your heels, sighing in relief. It was nice to feel the ground beneath your feet again.

"You could've worn comfortable shoes," Mark said.

"I wanted to look pretty for you."

"Baby, you always look pretty to me."

You smiled at his words, heart racing in your chest.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. "Where do you wanna go?"

"My place? I got you a gift. And it's more of a private one."

"Okay, let's go."

You got a cab and went to your place. You fished your keys from your purse and opened the door, inviting Mark inside.

"Stay here, Mark." You said. "I'll be right back."

He nodded and went to the couch. Meanwhile, you went to your room and looked through your drawers, trying to find that sexy, crotchless lingerie you bought for special occasions. Mark didn't know that you own one. Hell, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Finally, you found it and you quickly changed, looking at yourself in the mirror. After putting on the lingerie, you fixed your hair and you threw your clothes back on so that he could unwrap you when you got to the bedroom.

You came back and smiled at him. "Do you have the present?" he asked.

"It's not a tangible gift."

He frowned. "Then what is it?"

You moved closer to him and sat in his lap. "It's a surprise."

Mark wrapped his arms around you. "Will I like it?"

"You will." You gave him a soft kiss.

His hands wandered to your waist. "Can I open it now?"

"Not yet." You laughed as you got off his lap and made your way to the kitchen. "Wait for me. I'll make it worth your while."

"You always do."

You came back with the cake and a candle. Mark was already waiting on the couch, smiling when he saw the cake in your hands. "Baby, we already blew the candles earlier with the guys."

"But that’s with the guys. Right now, it’s me.”

"Wow, baby, you're so thoughtful."

"Anything for the birthday boy."

Mark looked up at you, eyes twinkling. "Can I blow out the candles now?"

"Of course." You nodded. "Make a wish."

He blew the candles, the light from the flames flickering as it went out. At the same time, you were on your knees in front of him, your hand already massaging his growing bulge.

"I hope it's coming true," you said, looking up at him.

"It is." He nodded, leaning back against the couch. "It sure is."

Your hand rubbed the bulge, slowly unzipping his pants and taking his dick out. He was already hard.

"Already excited?" you asked, kissing the tip.

"It's my birthday. I should be excited."

You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. He placed his hand on the back of your head, gently encouraging you to continue.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, his voice low.

You continued sucking, licking the underside and the tip, and swirling your tongue around. He was moaning loudly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your hands were gripping the base of his shaft, jerking him off as your mouth worked him.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Keep going."

He groaned your name as his grip tightened, pulling your hair. "Your mouth feels so good. So fucking amazing."

You felt his cum coating your tongue. You kept sucking until the very last drop. After that, you let him rest in your mouth, the sweet taste lingering. He looked down, a little surprised that his dick was still hard. You let him go, and it slipped out of your mouth. 

You sat up, wiping the corners of your lips. "Didn't you like your gift?"

Mark smiled, pulling you towards him so that you were seated on his lap again. "I did, very much."

"Well, that was part one."

"What's part two?"

"Take off my clothes and see."

Mark obliged and removed your shirt, revealing the lace covering your breasts. "Oh? What else are you hiding? Wait... are you...?"

You smirked, your fingers fiddling with the hem of the tulle skirt. You raised it to reveal your dripping cunt in the panties that barely covered anything. "Part two, crotchless panties.”

His eyes widened at the sight, his hands automatically wandering to the bare skin of your legs. He stroked the insides, squeezing. Your thighs were a weak point for him, something that he used against you whenever he wanted something from you.

"Wait," he stopped. "Let's just go to your room. I wanna ravish you properly."

"Oh?" you raised a brow.

"It is part of my gift, right?"

"Part of it," you nodded.

"Okay." He looked up, gazing into your eyes. "Gimme more."

"Okay, birthday boy. Whatever you want." You giggled, playfully smirking. He carried you and rushed to your room. Laughter escaped your lips as Mark tossed you onto the bed. "Someone's eager to open their gift, isn't he?"

He looked you over hungrily, biting his bottom lip as his eyes fell to your breasts. "Because she looks so fucking hot."

You pressed your back against the headboard and spread your legs, offering yourself. Mark climbed into bed with you, kneeling on the mattress.

"Take what you want, Mark," you seductively told him.

His eyes darkened. He licked his lips and leaned towards you, capturing yours. He devoured your mouth, groaning as you opened up for him, letting him push his tongue past your lips.

After a few seconds of kissing, he pulled away and looked at you. "Hands on the headboard."

You did as told and reached behind you, latching on to the edge of the headboard, spreading your knees wide. Mark started trailing his lips and teeth across your neck. You shivered at the sensation, especially as his lips went lower and lower.

Mark squeezed your nipples between his fingers as he licked and kissed your skin. You gasped in surprise as he captured your right nipple between his teeth and tugged it. Your grip tightened and you whimpered, arching your back as he rolled the hardened nub between his teeth.

He then licked a trail downwards, placing open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and between your breasts. When his tongue flicked over one nipple, you gasped, arching your back off the headboard and pushing your breasts into his mouth.

"Did you like that, baby girl?" he asked. His voice was muffled as his mouth was otherwise occupied.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, since you're enjoying this, I'll do more of it. But after I fuck that tight little pussy of yours."

"Thank you," you panted, feeling his tongue flicking your other nipple.

"God, you're so sexy."

Your eyes followed his head as he continued his way down your stomach, biting your lip as he licked all over the lace fabric. You'd bought it in dark blue because Mark complimented you in that shade of color before. It seemed he appreciated the gesture since he was practically worshipping your body in that outfit.

"Shit," you whispered, panting.

He hummed, sending a vibration down your core. Your back was arched, hands desperately gripping the wood behind your back, thighs trembling on each side of your lover's face.

"I bet you'd look so hot with cake frosting all over your tits," he spoke up, licking a line across your folds.

Your legs shook at his words, a soft moan escaping your lips. You felt him smirk against your core, clearly pleased with the reaction you gave him. "There is cake in the living room," you reminded him, your breathing was getting erratic.

Mark paused, eyes still focused between your legs. Then he looked at you with a smirk. "We'd have to change your sheets and shower afterwards."

"Worth it if it means you get to enjoy it on my body."

He growled as you wriggled underneath his gaze. The pressure of him being so close and yet so far away is driving you mad. You loved when Mark was gentle with you, but sometimes you also needed roughness.

"So, are you up for it or do you want to just fuck the shit out of me now?" you teased, leaning back against the pillows with a devilish smirk.

"Baby girl," he breathed, a predatory smile appearing on his face, "it'd be my fucking pleasure."

"Bring the fucking cake and decorate my body," you suggested, snarling playfully as you got rid of your bra and threw it somewhere.

He gave you a smug grin before he rushed out of the room and came back shortly with the cake in his hand, his finger dipping the frosting out. "Hmmm..." he purred, eyeing your body, "where do I start?"

"Wherever you want, birthday boy," you replied in a soft voice, almost a whisper.

A small mischievous grin appeared on his handsome face before he grabbed one breast and held your right nipple between two fingers as he applied the sugary substance over it. You squirm underneath his touch, goosebumps running along your skin as the chilling cream came into contact. He let go, looking pleased at the work he'd done before his eyes flicked to your face, checking to see if you were okay.

His voice sounded velvety as it reached your ears, "Do you want the other one to have the same amount, baby?"

"Mark," you gasped, swallowing down the lump of lust in your throat, "yeah, cover me with icing."

Mark's lips curled upward in satisfaction while his pupils dilated slightly from excitement, "Gladly, my love."

He grabbed another fistful and brought his hand down, starting his art, applying layer by layer in an attempt to replicate how beautiful his cake was. He then proceeded with applying frosting on your left breast while you moaned softly every time he touched the sensitive skin with the tip of his fingers. Once satisfied, he scooted closer and added final touches by using his tongue to give some details, making you squirm as it left a wet, sticky path across your chest. He blew on it, making you gasp for breath, your voice coming out as a mixture of whimpers and moans.

"This is fucking hot." Fingers still coated in icing, he brought them to your lips. "Suck," he demanded, watching with dark eyes as his fingers disappeared between your lips.

You obeyed and tasted the sweetness of the icing mixed with his masculine scent, feeling like you could come any moment, especially with the hungry look he gave you, eyes filled with lust and anticipation for the feast. 

"Good, huh? Want me to continue?" he asked.

A soft moan escaped you. You were eager to have his mouth on your cunt.

"Answer me, darling."

Your eyes widened and you let out a strangled cry, "Yes."

"Such a slutty little thing for me, baby. What would people think, hmm, seeing you like this? All covered in sugary mess for my enjoyment? To consume you whole."

Your breathing came short and fast. You couldn't see anything other than Mark's heated gaze as your pussy twitched underneath his touch, his voice deep in your ear, coaxing more noises from deep within your gut as he used his tongue to circle around your icing covered nipple. He licked down to your stomach, circling his tongue around it, painting a picture for your senses. You felt yourself becoming wetter each time he dipped his tongue into your navel, the heat growing in the pit of your stomach, flames licking up your spine, begging him to touch your most sensitive parts.

"I'm going to devour you, darling," his low tone sent shivers running through every nerve ending, "all of you."

Your toes curled. A shiver ran down your spine.

"Yes, yes, please," you pleaded, voice husky. You wanted him more than anything. Wanted to feel every inch of his thick, delicious length in your pussy, spreading your walls wide open and filling you.

The room was silent except for your shallow breaths and Mark's heavy ones, both anticipating the moment he'd thrust inside you. Finally, he inched forward, hovering above you as he ran his tongue over your nipple once more, swirling the tip in slow circles before taking it completely between his teeth and giving a soft bite. Your hand slipped over his shoulder, fingertips digging into his shoulder blade as you arched towards him.

"Please..." your voice trembled as you felt yourself clench and tighten under his grip, preparing itself for what was to come.

Mark smiled into your chest, the smile stretching across his face until it became a full-on grin. He pulled back and slid his body down between your legs, taking his time to take every inch of you in before settling there, propped up between your thighs. His hand glided over your stomach and down to your mound, fingers pressing softly as they traveled between your legs. His palm lingered on top of your heat, fingers rubbing gently at the swollen skin as you shivered and squirmed, a light sweat coating your upper lip.

"Fuck, baby," Mark moaned. "You're so wet."

His fingers traced circles, leaving the combination of cake icing and your wetness trailing down the side of your leg. He dragged his lips down and his tongue swept against the inside of your thigh, leaving a slick trail of cake icing and saliva along the length of it, then up.

"Mark, please." you begged, desperately wanting him to end this torture and finally slide his cock in you, making you writhe against the soft mattress. You felt a warmth building deep in your belly as he moved his mouth closer to your pussy.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he crooned softly into your ear. "Tell me exactly what you'd like me to do right now and maybe I'll give it to you."

"Ughh, please!" you cried as his thumb brushed against your clit, causing sparks to shoot across your body and setting every nerve ending aflame.

Mark let out a low chuckle, enjoying every bit of it. You bucked upwards again as he moved his finger in circular motions around your opening before slipping the tip in. "Tell me more, I'll hear you loud and clear," he urged, his voice thick with lust as he added more fingers into your slick entrance, pushing deeper inside as you hissed out your pleasure.

"Take me, Mark. Please! Make me yours." You screamed. "I want you inside me so badly. Want to feel every inch of your amazing, perfect cock buried deep in my wet cunt," your nails dug into the mattress beneath you.

"You ask so nicely, but remember who's birthday is this. Say it." he cooed, his breath tickling the sensitive skin near the shell of your ear. He nipped the lobe, then ran his lips down your neck as his thumb rubbed the aching bud on the hood of your clit, sending fireworks along your spine.

"Y-your birthday." You stammered. "Please take me for your birthday."

His fingers reached lower. One last stroke with the pad of his thumb against your clit and your body was a trembling mess, walls squeezing, pulling, sucking around the two fingers pumping in and out. You were whimpering and groaning, lost to everything other than the movement of his fingers and his intense gaze focused directly on you.

"Please!" you sobbed, your pussy spasming around Mark's fingers and hips grinding helplessly up and down.

Mark withdrew them with a satisfied smirk on his face, cock so hard you could barely stand it as he pressed a thumb to the corner of your mouth, pushing a mix of icing and your juices into your mouth, which you eagerly swallowed down greedily.

"Fuck, I knew you could handle it, but damn, baby girl," Mark groaned, dragging a single digit along your slit, collecting your slick, watching intently as it clung to his fingers and dropped to the bed below. "That was one of the hottest things you've ever said to me."

Mark smeared the mix of icing and your liquids down his erection. He didn't bother to hide the pleasure he felt at the sensation, nor how hard he had become simply by teasing you and making you scream for release. And it showed. 

"Ready?" he asked, the tip of his member already nudging your entrance.

"Yes." you gasped as your arousal began pooling. "Fuck me."

Mark didn't waste any time. Without a second thought, he pushed himself forward, sheathing his entire length inside your pussy in one smooth motion, moaning with satisfaction as his skin met yours. You arched up off the bed, the sweet smell of the cake still permeating your senses, mingling with Mark's scent, along with the unmistakable musk of sex.

Mark grabbed hold of your thighs, pushing them up, your legs on his shoulders. He pressed his head into the crook between your shoulder and neck and whispered to you, "Let's fill you up with my cake icing."

You moaned lowly, the sound almost inaudible over Mark's soft pants, as he slowly began rocking back and forth, the gentle movements turning into rougher strokes the longer he thrusts into you. It's not enough. Your body is tingling from the way he stretched your pussy out, and while it isn't the rough fucking you were hoping for, it's certainly an appetizer to the main event.

"Come on, Mark," you groaned, pressing down against him so that every thrust made him sink deeper and deeper, pushing you into the bed until his cock brushed up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. "Don't you want to take charge on your special day? Don't you want to show me who's in control here?"

Mark growled, the noise coming from the back of his throat sending vibrations down to where your skin met his. He pressed his lips together tightly as he struggled to retain his composure and composure be damned because now was his turn, time to show how good he could fuck when he was set to.

He didn't know if he could even wait to start but god help him if he didn't do something about how incredible his girlfriend looked right now, writhing beneath him, covered in icing and sex-messed hair stuck against her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, baby girl," Mark purred, lowering himself until his forehead pressed lightly against yours. "This is the best gift I could ever ask for." He nibbled lightly on your lower lip and whispered against it, "To have your pussy all nice and warm for me, letting me use you any way I like... I'm gonna wreck you, Y/N."

You moaned at the prospect and at how goddamn sexy he sounded when he was turned on.

"Make me cum," you rasped. "Use my pussy however you want and make me cum, please!"

"Your wish is my command." he grinned cheekily.

Mark's hips picked up pace, plunging harder and faster into you, filling you fully again and again.

You moaned as he slammed inside of you. Every time his pelvic bone struck yours was a sharp shock wave of pleasure flowing through you, making your brain swim. Your legs quivered at the contact; your heels dug into Mark's back and drew him forward, urging him to keep fucking you with that amazing dick.

You had never seen your boyfriend move this quickly before, the sound of his breathing and the loud groans you were hearing were all coming from inside your head. In and out. His thrusts were powerful. Hard and steady, almost machine-like as he buried his cock within you time after time.

And you loved every second of it.

Mark leaned forward, resting his weight on his palms, his face mere inches away from yours. His fingers tightened their grip in your hair before pulling you closer towards him and pressed his mouth onto yours. 

As Mark broke the kiss, his breath hitched, body shuddering, cock spasming inside of you. Hot bursts of liquid shot deep inside, coating your cunt and filling it to the brim with semen. You held onto him tightly as his entire frame trembled with orgasm, trying to not collapse on you. He struggled to breathe while keeping his hands firmly anchored on either side of your head, locking his elbows so that he wouldn't fall over. He never broke his eye contact.

Finally, when both your orgasms had waned and you could think straight again, you began speaking, your voice sounding strained as it came out in short huffs. "You liked it that much huh?"

"Shit," he gasped between breaths, nodding as sweat ran down his face, dripping onto your chest.

"But..." His tongue flicked over your neck, licking the side before whispering hotly into your ear, "There's something I want a bit more."

Your breath hitched at his statement. "Hmmm?"

"A few more rounds for my birthday," Mark smiled playfully. "And then a bath before bed, babe."

[bradpittwh0re]

faceclaim: ariana grande

pairings: brad pitt x singer!reader

warnings: wicked content ( spoilers maybe )

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bpittupdates Brad and Y/N were spotted back in L.A just ahead of the Wicked premiere

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[handlemehyuck]

texts with dreamies ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

・❥・ sweet, smutty, and suggestive boyfriend texts. daddy issues make another appearance too, plus a little chenle situationship. 18+ mdni

𓂃 𓈒 ࣪ ˖ mark lee, happy birthday, dude 🤍✨🤲 ˖ ࣪ 𓈒 𓂃

・❥・ i can’t stop listening to doja cat and these texts are a reflection of that. happy reading 💚

[neocatharsis]

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"🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO #MARK

WE💚YOU"

[thesassypadawan]

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve (Clay x Wife!Reader)

Summary: It was a sweet, simple question.  One that you really didn’t take seriously at the time.  Considering it came for the lips of your charming, loving husband.  However after the twins had been put down, along with their newborn (2-week-old) sister, and the champagne began to flow freely.  The wholesome, quiet night in you had planned on…quickly transformed into…

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Oral (fem receiving), premature postpartum oral (implied penetrative) smex, hint of a breeding kink, manipulative/possessive Clay, and…  his skilled tongue/thick, long dick.

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track nine of my special holiday mix, What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve! ❤️💚

(Merry Christmas and Happy Belated Birthday, @fuckmyskywalker! 🎅)

- “What are you doing New Year’s Eve?”  Words muttered against the soft, crimson streaked skin of your soft tummy.  Gravelly voice rumbling through your tired, bloated body.  Sending sparks of apprehensive excitement to your neglected sore core.  “Mmmh…I can think a few things, angel.”  

- Hands massage and knead your ample, plush love handles greedily.  “Clay…”  Lips trailing, placing reverent kisses along the intricate web of stretch marks.  “It’s t-too soon…”   Descending lower, drawing ever closer to that quivering, pudgy mound.  “I can’t…we can’t…”

- Tongue glides across the delicate, see-through fabric.  Wetting, saturating.  Making it stick to your freshly shaven skin, together with your tacky arousal.  “Don’t be ridiculous…”  While his teeth graze over, canines nip lightly.  Gather up, grab hold of that band of frilly lace.  Pulling and tugging.  Tearing the scanty pair he had ‘lovingly’ gifted you for Christmas.  “Of course we can…”

- Hovering mere inches above.  His hot breath fans and washes over your swollen, soaked silt.  “Tonight is for celebrating…”  A hungry look flickering behind those cool, blue orbs.  As he gazes fiercely up at you from his place nestled between your thick thighs.  “And that’s exactly what we’re going to do…”

- Burying his face, he licks and laps…prods and teases.  Pushing past your velvety folds to wrap around, envelope your sensitive bud with his warm tongue.  Sucking lightly, groaning in contentment…unknowingly vibrating, stimulating that little bundle of nerves.  In a way that has your…

- Small hands fumble, lace through his golden curls.  Back arches slightly, hips rock shyly against his face.  “More, m-more…”  Weakly you mewl, eyes sliding shut.  Quickly losing yourself in how he rubs you deliciously, rolls your cute clit perfectly.  “P-please, more…”  So sloppy, so messy; oh, so wonderful.  “P-please, p-pretty please…”

- “Hmmh…since you asked nicely.”  Answering your desperate pleas; mouth suctions, seals over your tiny hole.  Tongue delves deeply, reaches those place that your stubby ones could never manage.  Coaxing the sweetest, filthiest moans from your parted lips.

- Cheeks go flushed.  That familiar heat rises up inside of you, begins to grow overwhelming.  “I…I…”  Arms and thighs start to tremble, shake.  Pace stutters and falters, becomes uneven.  “Ooooh, I…I…”  Gummy walls flutter and clench.  Breaths come out in feeble, shallow pants.  “Hub-Hubby…”

- Palms migrate, cup your full cheeks.  Squeezing them harshly, firmly.  Anchoring you to him, keeping you securely in place.  All the while guiding, moving you faster.  His tongue circling, plunging fervently.  Growling low…into your creamy center…

- Yanking on his locks, pathetic cry escapes…  Legs lock tightly, squishing and smothering Clay’s head with your pillowy flesh….  Gushing, convulsing…  Completely coming unraveled, undone…

- Spent, exhausted…you lay shaking, spread out on the lavish rug.  The heat from the crackling fire seeping into aching muscles.  Casting an orange glow on your sweat covered body.  Milky chest heaving slowly up and down.  “Th-that was amazing, but I don’t think-”

- “What are you doing New Year’s Eve,” he chuckles, muses.  Running his fingers through your puffy lips.  Gathering your sticky slick.  Covering and coating his painfully hard, leaking length in it.  His eyes locking, never leaving yours the whole time.  “Simple.  I’ll be doing the same as last year and the year after that…and after that.”

- Easily hooking your legs over his broad shoulders.  “Pumping you full, making sure you give me another kid.”  He bullies, forces his fat tip in.  “Don’t care what the doctor says”  And all you can do is take it, because…  “It’s how we ring in the New Year, our little tradition…”

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[tweekweek2024]

Happy Birthday Tweek!

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[penkura]

Another Way

Summary: Garp had taken you and Luffy along to visit a country under Marine orders. While there you met a brother and sister who quickly became your friends.

Pairing: Law x Fem!Reader

Notes: Just an idea it had and decided to write up for Law’s birthday cause HE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY OKAY. ;3; I don't know if I might ever turn this into something more, but I just really wanted to write this, so I hope you all enjoy. 💚

“You’ll come back, yeah?”

“Mm…I bet grandpa will let me come with him again.”

The nod and grin you give him makes seventeen-year-old Law smile softly in return. It’s so strange how much you’ve come to like each other in the last two weeks you’ve been in Flevance, you never believed you’d find someone your own age to spend your time with, Law certainly didn’t expect to have immediate feelings for some random girl that showed up with her Marine grandfather. It was just a formality from the government, to ensure the people of Flevance were doing well after the sudden eradication of white lead disease, none of them sure what happened or why, but the Marines had been out several times to see how the country was doing.

Everyone was thriving, no one was fearful of the white spots across others faces and arms, residual marks that would stay, but didn’t signal illness anymore. The government dust it know what to think, they heard it from another marine that someone had saved the country, allegedly a boy with Devil Fruit powers, and that was four years ago.

Twice a year visits from an admiral or vice admiral, sometimes a small group of Marines that were available, to ensure all was still well. Garp ended up with it this time, you asking him to go along and Luffy deciding he wanted to also, Dragon wasn’t too keen on the idea but your puppy dog eyes convinced him.

You met Law the first day you arrived, two weeks ago. At first his mother was the one to ask him to show you and Luffy around, something he thought would be a pain until he actually met you. You were so much more than he expected, bright and friendly, you were so talkative and he didn’t mind it. Lami and Luffy spent most of their time playing together, you and Law would sit on a park bench like you are now, talking about practically anything.

“Think your dad might come next time?”

“Nah, dad won’t. He’s too busy with whatever it is he does.”

Law nods this time, watching Luffy and Lami chase each other down in a game of tag. You don’t really know what Dragon does, you just know he comes home twice a month and gives you and Luffy sweets from wherever he’s been. You told Law the day before that you’ll have to bring him a few sometime, they aren’t as sweet as they look and he seemed interested.

“I’ve had fun, the last few days.”

“I feel like I’ve bored you most of the time.”

Shaking your head, you scoot a little closer to Law, setting your hand on top of his that’s sitting on the bench.

“No, you’ve been great! I like hearing about the medical things you’ve learned, it’s really cool!”

Law nearly rolls his eyes, but keeps a smile as he holds your hand.

“You’re just being nice, I know it’s boring. Your brother fell asleep yesterday.”

“He’s ten, he doesn’t care about anything except playing Pirates. Your sister has been a great playmate for him.”

“That’s Lami for you…she’s really the sweetest person I’ve ever known.”

“Takes after her big brother then.”

“Oh shut up.”

Law shoves your shoulder a bit with his own, making you laugh as he does the same. You didn’t think you’d enjoy yourself so much the last two weeks, you only wanted to go for a vacation. Garp didn’t care, you and Luffy would find people to entertain you, and you did with Law and Lami. Their parents had been more than accommodating as well, inviting the three of you for dinner each night so far, you and Law taking walks with Luffy and Lami afterwards on your own until Garp is ready to take you back to the hotel.

“Your birthday is tomorrow, right?”

“Don’t get me anything.”

“I wasn’t gonna!” You laugh again as Law shakes his head at you, “I just heard your dad mention it before we left your house. Your mom already invited us over again.”

“Its cause she likes you, and my mentor is coming into town. I think she wants you to meet him.”

“Yeah? That’s really cool!”

“Yeah…he’s a marine too, he…really helped us years ago.”

Maybe Law will explain it one day, that he was the boy who suddenly had Devil Fruit powers and was able to save his family, friends, and home. Maybe he’ll tell you that story, the next time you come to visit, he may even ask you on a proper date without your siblings around too. He knows his mom keeps inviting you over because she’s trying to play matchmaker, he doesn’t even mind it, he really does like you.

He's pretty certain you like him too, especially when you lean your head on his shoulder after a few minutes, letting him lace your fingers together.

“I’m really glad I came here. Getting to meet and know you was worth it.”

“I’m glad I met you too…I—”

“See? I told you my brother likes your sister!”

“That’s so gross.”

Law releases your hand before standing up and turning around, face redder as he gives a scowl to Luffy and Lami, both of whom are grinning while you laugh.

“I thought you two were still playing!”

“I want dessert, Law!!”

Sighing, Law of course doesn’t shake Lami off when she grabs onto his arm and pouts, only asking what she wants instead.

“We want ice cream! Right, Luffy?!”

“Right!!” Luffy in turn comes around the bench and grabs onto your arm, pulling you up as you nod and give Law a smile.

“Guess we have no choice, huh?”

“Guess not.”

The younger two cheer, Lami takes Luffy’s hand and starts leading him towards the nearby ice cream shop. You and Law take your time catching up with them, you reach over and quietly take his hand again as you walk. You don’t care if Luffy thinks it’s gross, or if Lami might tease her big brother about it, you still want to enjoy the bit of time you have with Law before you leave for a while.

“I like you too, Law.”

He nearly flinches hearing you say that, only because it was unexpected, but it gives him a calm, warm feeling in his chest to hear it.

“Yeah…?”

“Yup,” you lean up and kiss his cheek, giving him a grin while he stares at you slightly wide eyed, “That can be your birthday gift, even though it’s early.”

Neither of you get to say anything more before Lami and Luffy call for you to hurry up, but you don’t let go of each other’s hand for even a second. Even though you’re leaving soon, Law intends to make the most of it, to make sure you know just how much likes you and wants to see you again.

He's definitely going to ask you on a date next time you’re in town.

[rainbowsky]

Hello, 27-year-old YiBo~

Time seems to be passing faster and faster. Before you can turn the pages of the past year, you have ushered in the 27th summer of your life.

This year, I know you better. Just like the waves caused by a stone falling into the water, you can always bring some fresh surprises to people. You mark the shining moments in the music, and look back at your sincerity and passion in the role, witnessing your resilience and concentration. Although there is always a time difference between people, fortunately, the morning and evening and day and night you have recorded will eventually be passed to the next person's eyes, giving waves and excitement.

This year, you know the world better. Although the itinerary is as complicated and busy as ever, you have long adapted to the way of coexisting with time and moving towards the state of mind. The world is unpredictable, and you can also calmly accept every sudden rainstorm, just like appreciating every nameless flower blooming along the way, accepting imperfections, allowing regrets, the mountains are high and the seas are vast, please move forward boldly.

The experiences and meanings of growing up, the wet mud, the wind with gravel and the rising and setting of the sun and moon outside the window will tell you. Whether you swing from a standing position or a power swing, when the ball comes, just hit it, and so does life.

Happy birthday to 27-year-old Wang Yibo! 💚

Today is great, yesterday was also good, and tomorrow will definitely be better. The journey of the heart is endless, I wish you continue to travel between mountains and rivers, and I wish you to grow freely!

[sonofthesaiyans]

Happy Birthday Hange.....A Scout to the end and a true friend..... ⚔️ 💚 ⚔️

A salute to our birthday girl, the ultimate Scout and a gal who embodies the Wings of Freedom more than any other.....

Our beloved Hange Zoë. ❤️ 🎂 🥂

Sometimes I need a moment to remember just how much I love and appreciate Hange, who has been a unrelenting force in AOT and stands as one of the most noble gals you could ever hope to have by your side. Of all the people to sign on to the Scout Regiment, perhaps nobody believed in the cause as strongly as Hange did. In my book, if Sasha stands as the true heart of Attack on Titan, then Hange has earned her right to share that pedestal with her, for she is truly the heart and soul of the entire Regiment, and even with the entire world stacked against her she has never given up on herself or her people. Even in humanity's darkest hour, Hange was one of the few who refused to break.....For she truly believed there was a future worth fighting for in the unworthy world she was born in to. And there were few more deserving of a brighter future than her.

It's truly a bittersweet occasion. For her birthday should have been entirely hers, untainted by the saga that had come to do such a disservice to her in the final act. Instead, her birthday marks the day that the last good thing in Attack on Titan was stolen from us by Hajime Isayama.

Four years ago today......By this point the story had gone completely astray and nothing seemed to be held sacred anymore by Isayama, and thus we lost the last true guiding light in the story........One that not even the likes of Levi or Armin......And certainly not Mikasa.......could ever hope to compensate for. Indeed, even one chapter or episode without Hange pushing forward with us was a self-inflicted wound from which Attack on Titan never recovered.

And we all know Hange deserves so much more than that. The world and Hajime Isayama himself are completely unworthy of Hange Zoë....But Hange Zoë deserves the world and so much more.

Hange is so many things: Eccentric, unpredictable, extraordinarily energetic.......It seemed like nothing could stop this gal. She may have been a handful to those who knew her best......But she was also insightful, considerate, and uncommonly kind and humble. Hange could care less about fame or glory, her passion was knowledge, of both the Titans and the world beyond the Walls, and if not for her Paradis may have known no other world beyond Wall Maria......And the only thing greater than her pursuit of knowledge was her love and loyalty to those she served with.

We know so little about Hange's past or even her family......The Scout Regiment in effect was her family. And she went through so much to give them some chance to live, often without thanks and so often without the desired outcome. But Hange always valued the lives of her people, and in the end, she DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER....than what she got from those who betrayed her efforts. Who betrayed the meaning of what she thought for. None more so than from Isayama himself.......Hange was a true hero through and through, and the story should have honored that. ISAYAMA SHOULD HAVE HONORED THAT.......

Hange wasn't just the friend Levi Ackerman just could not get away from despite all their headbutting, she wasn't just Erwin's righthand woman and torch-bearer, she wasn't just a soldier.....Hange was a true friend to all of us. I think we all loved her dearly as one of our own.

So give your hearts to Hange, one of AOT's greatest, and the one who still richly deserves the future she fought so hard for. For she dedicated her heart and soul for the future of humanity.

Her courage, her determination, her humor, her love.....those are Hange's gifts. Hange is a gift to us all.....I only hope one day our birthday girl is repaid in full for everything she deserves. ❤️

Happy Birthday, Commander Hange. Your spirit stays with us, and you deserve so much better. Isayama certainly doesn't deserve someone so special as you.

There is no Attack on Titan without Hange Zoë.

[quietnade]

Is it really over?

So… is it really over? I’ve been asking myself that question a lot lately. Liam’s passing has left a mark on me that will never truly fade. I know this stab at my heart will take years, maybe even a lifetime, to heal. I tried to gather my thoughts and find a little comfort by writing the following down, and I hope you’ll find some comfort in it too.

🩷 The boys may no longer make music together, but does that mean the impact they made on us is gone? Of course not. The connection we have with their music and the memories we made will always be part of the “story of our lives.” Instead of seeing it as the end, let’s think of it as moving into a new era. We’ve grown, the boys have grown, and our love for them has grown in new ways too.

🩷 Yes, it’s true that the years won’t come back, but we can revisit them anytime through their music and memories.

🩷 We can immerse ourselves in the nostalgia without guilt. Maybe we’ll rewatch This Is Us, scroll through Tumblr pages, watch their video diaries, fan edits, or interviews.

🩷 One Direction wasn’t just another boy band, they were a feeling. They shaped an entire generation without even realizing it, while the boys were just having fun. In many ways, they taught us how to laugh, dream, and connect with a community. That energy is larger than life and still lives in us.

🩷 We can always celebrate their anniversaries. The boys’ birthdays, their X Factor debut, album releases, and in doing so, we’ll always feel how big a part of our lives they still are.

🩷 We can treat the boys’ solo careers as a new chapter in their One Direction story. Their voices and essence are still present in each of their solo projects. The boys are living happy lives, still living the dream they worked so hard for, and we’re happy for them with all our hearts.

🩷 This fandom will always be a part of us. The joy, hope, and excitement we felt as Directioners shaped who we are today, and that part of us is never gone, it never will be.

🩷 Not everyone gets to experience something as powerful as being part of a fandom like this. We’ve been part of something magical, and we’ll always wear it as a badge of honor, a kind of talisman of comfort, joy, warmth, and hope.

🩷 Yes, we love the boys, and yes, they were a huge part of our lives. But we have to remember that life goes on and we have to participate in it, finding new joys and interests. Our love for them doesn’t have to fade just because life moves on.

🩷 In our own little ways, we can make this world a better place, maybe for just one person, making their day slightly better than it could have been. Just like how Liam always tried to. Even the “little things,” small acts of kindness, can honor Liam’s legacy.

🩷 We can create art, write poetry, blogs, poetry, we can journal about how much One Direction meant to us growing up and how Liam’s passing has stirred these emotions.

🩷 Embracing our fangirl or fanboy side unapologetically is another way to honor them. We can dive back into our passionate ways of fangirling while connecting with other Directioners in spaces like this. Without judgment, we can share how we feel in these little 1D communities. We can even contribute to fan projects to deepen our connection with this wholesome fandom.

🩷 Personally, I wrote a letter to Liam in my journal, talking about how much I love him. I even confessed how guilty I felt for not following his solo career as closely as I could have. I’ll always carry Liam’s memory with me.

🩷 Instead of “holding on to heartbreak,” we can hold on to hope. Maybe the boys will reunite someday, but even if they don’t, we need to remember that, every time we listen to their songs, relive old memories, or talk to another Directioner, they really ARE reunited, in our eternally Directioner hearts. 💙💚❤️💛🤍

[littlesunshine1223]

could u do gerard’s nsfw headcannons?😮😮

NSFW Gerard Way Headcanons

- he loves when you mark his neck and stroke him at the same time

- a couple of his kinks are praise and overstimulation (both giving and receiving)

- if you go down on him and want to hear him make all those pretty noises then just edge him a couple of times

- if you want to peg/rail him then he’ll happily let you

- he’s really sensitive on his neck, chest, inner thighs, and his stomach

- want to make him hit his climax faster than ever? Overstimulate all his areas over and over, he’ll make the prettiest noises and he’ll be putty in your hands

- if he’s domming you then be prepared to be stretched and stuffed full of his load because he loves seeing his cum drip out of you

- if he has makeup on and decides to be a bit of a brat, make him feel good and edge him till he’s got the makeup running down his face along with his sweat and tears

(Happy birthday to one of the sweetest human beings❤️🧡💛💚💙💜)

[riddley-art]

Pawns of the Past: A RiddleCat love story

Chapter 1

Summary: Set six months after the fall of the Justice League, thanks to the Suicide Squad, and five years after Arkham Knight, Riddler tracks down Catwoman, who’s been living far from Gotham, determined to reclaim the money she stole from him. Their tense confrontation takes an unexpected turn as old sparks reignite. What begins as a mission of revenge slowly evolves into a complicated romance, forcing both Selina and Eddie to confront their feelings, their pasts, and the possibility of a future neither expected.

I’m beyond excited to finally share the project I’ve been working on with the incredible @adhdnursegoat! This is our very first RiddleCat fic, and we’re so thrilled to bring it to life today. 💜💚

Also, a very Happy Birthday to the amazing @wingedqueenlynx! We thought today would be the perfect day to premiere our fic. We hope your special day is filled with joy!🎂🎈

Rated: Mature

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There are people from your past who never truly disappear. Even when they’re not in your immediate orbit, their presence lingers like a phantom—a constant reminder of what was, what could have been, or what went wrong. Very few people leave a lasting impression on him. Batman, naturally. Commissioner Jim Gordon. And then, there’s Selina Kyle—Catwoman.

She has always been there, someone oddly placed in his life. Their relationship isn’t straightforward. It never was. But it isn’t like the others, either. She isn’t an enemy in the conventional sense, nor an ally. She exists in the gray, just as she always does. Both unpredictable and reliable in her own way, and that’s what makes her stand out. She was never fully committed to either side, but she leaves a mark, a lingering taste of chaos and allure in his life.

The new him, the version that exists after everything fell apart, can admit that he kind of had it coming. He should have known better. He should have never captured her. It was a miscalculation, one he wouldn’t have made if his judgment hadn’t been clouded. But at the time, he was too caught up in his own web of narcissism, pride, and arrogance.

He had thought he was untouchable, intellectually superior, always a step ahead of everyone—including Selina. He underestimated her. He always did. She wasn’t just some thief to manipulate, just another pawn in one of his grand schemes. No, Selina was different. And in his blindness, he didn’t see that. He captured her, placed her in one of his elaborate death traps, assuming she would be just another piece in his game against the Bat. 

But she kicked his ass.

And now, years later, with the benefit of hindsight and a bruised ego, he’s man enough to admit it. She got the better of him. She outwitted him. It wasn’t just a fluke; it was a wake-up call. And perhaps, in a strange way, he respects her even more for it. She wasn’t someone to be underestimated or reduced to a mere obstacle.

But that doesn’t mean she has gotten off scot-free.

Even now, after the dust has settled and Gotham has changed, she is always there—like an echo. The memory of her, the feeling of unfinished business, gnaws at him. Selina never disappears entirely from his thoughts. He can admit her strength, her cleverness, but that doesn’t erase the fact that there is a score to settle.

Yes, she defeated him once. Yes, she exposed his hubris and made him confront his fallibility. But he isn’t done with her.

Riddler, the ever-proud Edward Nigma, still feels the sting of his defeat at her hands. And that sting fuels a quiet determination. He’s learned from the encounter. The new him isn’t blinded by arrogance anymore. He’s calculated, deliberate, and methodical. He may admit that she got the better of him once, but he won’t allow that to be the end of their story.

She owes him. She stole from him. He can handle the bruised ego, the physical pain from the ass-whooping, but the money? The loss of his fortune stung worse than the sting of her claws or the sharp crack of her whip. For Edward Nigma, it wasn’t about the violence. It was about the humiliation, the blow to his carefully constructed sense of superiority. Selina Kyle didn’t just beat him physically—she outwitted him, left him scrambling in the rubble of his own failure.

That night was the beginning of his ruin.

Well, after weeks of meticulous tracking, he's finally less than a mile away from the infamous Catwoman. Five long years have passed since the night she stole every cent he had in his accounts, and blew up his prized robot factory, leaving him not only penniless but utterly humiliated. For someone like Edward, whose pride and identity are rooted in his genius, it was an unforgivable offense.

Over the years, he’s plotted his revenge. His mind, sharp as ever, has concocted a hundred different ways to make her pay. He could have easily ended it in bloodshed, an elaborate trap leading to a satisfying, fatal conclusion. But somewhere along the line, his anger cooled, and something else replaced it—pragmatism. He realizes there is more to gain from Selina alive than dead, and more importantly, he’s learned a thing or two about humility. Besides, his recent experience with bombs has given him an uncomfortable empathy for what he put her through.

He remembers that night well, that Halloween when everything between them fractured. He had placed an explosive device on her, an unforgivable betrayal of whatever shaky trust had once existed between them. Their relationship had always been a tightrope walk—sometimes adversarial, sometimes friendly, sometimes… more. But that night, he crossed a line, and she responded in kind.

Years later, Edward thinks back to his freelance work with the Suicide Squad. Watching those miniature bombs being injected into people’s heads, seeing the terror on their faces as they realized their lives could be ended at the push of a button… it had shaken even him. He remembers seeing men and women reduced to quivering wrecks, their dignity stripped away by the fear of instant annihilation. The memory still lingers in the back of his mind like a bad aftertaste, making him realize just how monstrous his actions had been.

It gives him a new perspective on what he did to her. He understands now, in a way he hadn’t before, the violation of it. The fear she must have felt, knowing that he had that kind of power over her. It was a level of cruelty even he hadn't fully appreciated at the time.

So now, after all the years of anger and plotting, he’s decided to take a different approach. He doesn’t want to kill her, and he doesn’t need to break her spirit. Instead, he’s resolved to do something that surprises even him. He’s going to ask for his money back.

It sounds ridiculous on the surface, even laughable, but Edward has never been one to shy away from the absurd. He’s long since learned that the simplest solutions are often the most effective, and at this point, he’s willing to swallow his pride to get what’s owed to him. And really, given what he did to her, he has to admit, asking for the money is a fair conclusion. It’s almost reasonable, considering their history.

A part of him feels smug about it. After all, it takes a genius to come up with a solution this simple.

As he closes the distance between them, less than a mile now, Edward finds himself more curious than angry. What has Selina been up to all these years? Has she been running from him, or did she forget he ever existed? The latter would be worse. He’s not sure he can stomach the idea that she’s moved on, while he’s been obsessing over her betrayal, over the money, over that look on her face when she realized what he’d done to her. He wonders if she thinks about that night, or if he’s just another ghost from her past she left behind.

He doesn’t expect an apology. Selina doesn’t do apologies. But he’s ready for a confrontation. Maybe she’ll laugh in his face, or maybe she’ll try to fight him again. But either way, Edward is ready for her. He’s different now. He’s not the same arrogant fool she humiliated five years ago. He’s learned patience, a hard-earned lesson in the art of revenge.

This time, it’s not about winning. It’s about closure. About moving on from this chapter of his life.

But a part of him knows—deep down—Selina Kyle is not someone you just walk away from. She’s always been a wild card in his life, an unpredictable force. Whatever happens when they meet, it won’t be simple. It never is with her.

And perhaps, after all these years, he’s finally ready to embrace that.

This time will be different. This time, when their paths cross again, he’ll be ready for her. There will be no missteps, no underestimating her abilities. She might have thought she got away clean, but the truth is, he always comes back. That’s his nature. He doesn’t let things go, not when there’s a puzzle still left unsolved, and Selina Kyle is one of the most intricate puzzles of all.

She’s not just a reminder of his past mistakes—she’s something more. Selina is both a rival and something else entirely. The tension between them, the way they constantly dance around one another, never truly on opposite sides but never aligned, has always been part of the pull. Their dynamic is a game of its own, one he is determined to master.

But for now, she remains untouchable, a ghost in his past that lingers, taunting him with the memory of defeat and the promise of another chance. And when that chance comes, he’ll make sure he doesn’t fall prey to the same weaknesses.

This isn’t over. It’s never really over with Selina Kyle.

Granted, he never truly intends to kill her—or at least that's what he tells himself to feel better about it now. But deep down, he knows he'll have to tread lightly, or that lingering resentment might surface.

Arriving at a secluded plantation nestled in the Smoky Mountains of Sevierville, Tennessee, Riddler has to admit—it’s the perfect place to disappear off the grid. With the sunset set to dip below the horizon in the next hour, he slips into the thick brush about half a mile from the house and quietly spies on her. He needs to be certain she’s not only home alone but also that there isn’t any high-end security in place that could potentially put his life in danger.

She’s pretty smart, and that’s one of the things he likes about her. As he opens his backpack to pull out his homemade binoculars, chatter starts buzzing in his earpiece. The Suicide Squad—they always know how to ruin his train of thought.

"Are we finally rid of that Riddler? We haven't heard a peep from him in weeks. Ahh, maybe someone finally did the job!" Harley Quinn chimes in, her voice gleeful over the comms.

"Damn it! Someone beat me to it—I already had my plans all drawn up," Captain Boomerang grumbles, clearly disappointed.

"Saved me several bullets," Deadshot adds darkly, his tone as cold as ever.

"I'M NOT DEAD, you annoying parasites! I'm on a business trip, if you must know!" Riddler shouts, his voice booming through the comms. "Trust me, you'll get your fill of my beautiful riddles soon enough when I return!"

Riddler smiles smugly after his outburst, thinking he’s won this round.

"Well, shit, you spoke too soon, mate!" Boomerang quips with a laugh.

Rolling his eyes, Riddler turns down the volume on his earpiece, focusing back on the task at hand. He raises his binoculars, scanning the area to see what he’s up against.

"What kind of 'business trip' are you on, anyway? We all know nobody would hire you! You practically beg Waller to let you set up challenges for us, like the attention-seeking loser you are!" Harley cackles through the comms, her laughter ringing in his ears.

"Let’s just say I’m visiting an old friend to collect an investment they’ve been holding onto for quite a few years," Riddler replies coolly, still peering through his binoculars as he speaks into the earpiece.

"Oh, paying Catwoman a visit, eh, mate? I’d pay to see her kick your ass!" Boomerang’s smirk is practically audible. 

"She’ll probably claw his eyes out before he even realizes he’s getting his ass kicked," King Shark finally chimes in, his deep voice rumbling through the comms.

Edward is starting to realize that this must be how Batman felt whenever he interrupted him with a random riddle after one of his challenges. The constant chatter, the distractions—it is almost poetic.

He loses his train of thought the moment he finally catches sight of her on the second story of her house. Slowly zooming in, he starts to take in more details. 

The years have been kind to her—she still looks as attractive as ever. The subtle sway of her hips as she moves around the room ignites old feelings he thought he had buried. But, who is he kidding? He’s always found her stunning, and nothing has changed. There is a timeless quality about her, an allure than seems to transcend the years and the chaos that often enveloped their lives. 

She hasn’t changed much over the years, except for one noticeable feature. "She grew her hair out again... just like she did in Rome all those years ago." A slow smile spreads across Riddler's face as memories of that heist flood his mind. He can hardly believe it’s been ten years since they pulled off that audacious caper together, a whirlwind of adrenaline and shared glances.

Edward remember the was her hair cascaded down her shoulders then, an inky curtain framing her face, just as it does now. 

They had been a formidable duo, feeding off each other’s wit and daring, pushing boundaries together in a dance that was exhilarating and perilous. That time in Rome was more than just a heist; it was a moment in time where everything felt possible. A moment where they were united in a shared goal, and their banter felt electric. They were a team, partners in crime and mischief, driven by a shared thrill. 

"Whoa, whoa—what happened in Rome!?" Boomerang’s voice suddenly cuts through his thoughts, dragging him back from the precipice of nostalgia. Riddler blinks, realizing he’s forgotten to mute his comms.

"Oh, that’s where they made out on a ship!" Harley teases, her voice dripping with mischief. Riddler clenches his jaw, fighting the impulse to launch into a tirade of about the ridiculousness of her assumption. 

Only Harley’s statement is true…

"WHAT?!" all three men shout in unison.

Frustrated, Riddler lowers his binoculars, glaring at nothing in particular. "We did NOT make out," he snaps, the heat of indignation creeping into his voice. "We just... kissed. A bunch of times." He waves his hand dismissively at nothing in particular, struggling to find a better way to describe it—even though it’s not entirely true.

"Yeah, in her underwear!" Harley adds, piling on the mischief. The mental image she conjures is embarrassing, blurring the line between memory ad fantasy, and he grimaces, a heat creeping up his collar. 

The silence that follows over the comms is deafening, each second stretching out as he feels the weight of their collective surprise and judgment. Riddler feels his frustration rise to the point where he nearly crushes his earpiece in his hand, his mind swirling with indignation and bashfulness. How did he end up here, with his past on display, under scrutiny from this absurd group?

"Well, damn, Nigma," Boomerang finally breaks the tension, "you’ve got some game after all." Riddler can hear the smirk in his voice and it makes him frown, irking him more than he would care to admit.

"What game is he playing?" King Shark chimes in, sounding genuinely confused.

"The game where he’s not just a lonely loser after all," Boomerang quips, clearly reveling in Riddler’s discomfort. "No wonder you want to pay her a visit—you’re hoping to score some more 'points,' aren’t you, mate?"

"This sounds like a fun game! Can King Shark play?" King Shark asks, his confusion genuine.

"This is not a game! That was a long time ago!" Riddler snaps, bringing his binoculars back to his eyes. "I’m just here to take what’s rightfully m—" But his thoughts freeze at the sight before him. 

Selina is now completely naked, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of her home, the casual confidence with which she moves, leaving him momentarily dumbstruck. He has no words, and his face grows hot.

He swallows hard, his mouth hanging open like a fish gasping for air, desperate to find something to say but utterly speechless. Never in his life has he seen anyone so... well, voluptuous. The sight is captivating, a vision that both ignites a primal instinct within him and remains him of boundaries they had once navigated together. His heart pounds in his chest as if it’s about to burst, echoing the rush of adrenaline through his veins. 

He hasn’t felt this surge of male instinct in what feels like forever. The years of calculated control he had imposed upon himself start to unravel as memories of her linger. As he tries to regain his composure, his mind races with thoughts that seem both inappropriate and entirely avoidable. He knows he should look away, to respect her privacy, but the sight of her unabashedly beautiful has stolen his executive functions. 

"He probably just saw her naked. That’s what shut him up," Harley teases, her laughter ringing out through the comms. 

Harley’s words are like a jolt to his system, snapping him out of the trance Selina had him in. He quickly lowers the binoculars, turning his face away, fighting the overwhelming urge to sneak another peek. He reminds himself—he’s trying to be a gentleman, not a creep.

But that image of her will stay with him for the rest of his life—after all, he has a photographic memory. He remembers everything. Every detail of her is etches into his mind: the way the light dances across her skin, the curve of her body, the confidence she exudes so effortlessly. It is overwhelming, an image that feels both sacred and illicit. 

As much as he tries to push it out of his mind, the memories of that kiss they shared years ago flicker in his mind’s eye, resurfacing with a clarity that both excites and unnerves him. The endearing scent of her perfume - the was it had enveloped him, sweet and intoxicating, drawing him closer as they had learned into one another. 

He recalls the smooth touch of her silk underwear against his fingertips, the way it had felt against his skin, so stark to his mechanical world. That single moment of intimacy has been a revelation, a glimpse into a connection that had always simmered just beneath the surface. 

And then there was the sweet taste of her lips, something intoxicating that he felt only Poison Ivy was capable of possessing. But Selina’s kiss was venomous in its own right - addictive, unforgettable. He remembers how time seemed to stop, how the world around them faded - a fleeting escape from the chaos around them. 

Riddler’s thoughts spiral, his focused split between chasing her image and trying to respond to the team . He feels the heat of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks, even in the anonymity of his surroundings. He has always prided himself on his intellect, his ability to compartmenatlize his emotions and desires, yet here he is, undone by a memory of a kiss and the sight of a nude woman. Is it infuriating, yet the frustration is laced with a begrudging admiration for Selina. 

"He totally just saw her naked, no doubt," Deadshot chimes in, clearly amused.

"Wow, Nigma, a peeping Tom, huh? Didn’t know you had it in you," Boomerang adds, laughing along.

“Ooo, tell me, does she have big boobs? Is this part of the game you’re playing?” King Shark asks, sounding genuinely curious.

“SHUT UP!” Riddler barks, taking a deep breath to steady himself before slowly exhaling. “I am not a creep, and I’m not here to rekindle anything with her. I’m just here to get my money back—for the last time! You’d better start studying because when I return, the challenges I create will be so mind-numbing none of you will be able to function properly.”

“Oh yeah, Nigma, we’re so terrified over here,” Harley teases, clearly enjoying the rise she’s getting out of him. “And let me know how your first time goes!” she adds with a mischievous laugh, igniting a spark of annoyance in Riddler. 

“Aaahhh!” he screams, yanking the earpiece out and stuffing it into his bag, with a forceful huff, desperate to block out their voices once and for all. The chatter of the team feels like a cacophony, each jibe more irritating than the last. He knows they are having fun, and it feels like a tidal wave of judgment crashing down on him, drowning out any sense of focus he had managed to muster. 

“Mmm,” he smirks to himself, “joke’s on her—I’m not even a virgin.” He says it proudly, but then the reality sinks in; it’s been years since he’s even touched a woman. The rush of bravado dissipates, replaced by an uncomfortable awareness of the truth: he hasn’t had any meaningful physical connection in ages. Come to think of it, that trip to Rome might have been the last time he got any action.

“I really am a loser,” he mutters in defeat, the smugness draining from his face like a leaky balloon.

Shaking his head, he tries to refocus and gets back to work. With deliberate movements, he raises his binoculars again, hoping enough time has passed for her to get dressed, and scans the house for her once more.

Selina is still in the same spot, but now dressed in a lavish dark purple gown. The fabric is reminiscent of the Catwoman suit she wore back in the good old days. The gown clings to her in all the right places, accentuating her curves, the deep violet fabric shimmering slightly in the evening light. It’s elegant yet dangerous—just like her.

Riddler’s breath hitches slightly as he takes in the scene. She looks poised, her movements graceful, as if every step and gesture has purpose. He finds himself captivated, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, each one trying to grasp the essence of the woman before him. 

She has the same confidence that used to draw him in, back when their partnership—if you could call it that—was less complicated.

He can’t help but admire her, not just for her looks, but for the way she carries herself—always a step ahead, always unpredictable. Memories flood his mind—heists they’d pulled off together, the moments they shared between the chaos. She’s the only person who ever made him feel like an equal in their twisted world.

As he watches, she moves to a table near the window, casually sipping from a glass, completely unaware of his presence. Riddler knows this moment is crucial. He has to get his head back in the game. But every time he thinks about stepping forward, confronting her, he hesitates.

What would he even say? His carefully rehearsed words seem to evaporate in the face of the real thing. Is he really just here for the money? The thought gnaws at him, but he quickly pushes it aside.

He’s Edward Nigma—the Riddler, not emotions. He needs to focus. But seeing her again after all these years, looking so composed and untouchable, makes it harder than he imagined.

Focus, Nigma, he tells himself. This isn’t a reunion—it’s business.

Of course, Selina has a life of her own. She always has, but seeing her like this, dressed to impress and clearly waiting for someone, makes something twist uncomfortably inside him. He isn’t here for emotions, though—he has a job to do.

Riddler’s mind quickly shifts gears. If she’s going out, this is his opportunity. He’ll slip in once she leaves, retrieve what’s his, and be gone before she even knows he was there. It’s a flawless plan. Classic Riddler—strike when the other person least expects it.

The breeze blows her dark hair as she steps outside onto the porch, a small purse in hand, standing tall and elegant against the backdrop of her lavish home. The sun is just beginning to sink below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light across the Smoky Mountains. She glances down the driveway, clearly waiting for someone to arrive.

As he watches her now, he feels a pang of longing. The playful rivalries, the teasing back-and-forth, the way they could challenge each other and still find common ground—it was intoxicating. But it’s also a reminder of what was lost. They had drifted apart, their paths diverging after that fateful night. She had become an enigma, a shadow he could no longer grasp.

Minutes pass, and Riddler watches from the shadows as Selina checks her phone, then glances down the road again. Another ten minutes go by. She sits down on the porch steps, her fingers tapping idly against her phone, each tap an unspoken word echoing her frustration. Though her form remains poised and graceful, tension seeps into her demeanor, her once lively energy dimming as the minutes stretch on. 

Thirty minutes. Then forty. The sun is completely gone now, the last traces of twilight fading into darkness. Selina is still there, sitting on the porch, her head resting in one hand as she checks her phone for what must be the hundredth time.

Riddler’s smirk fades as he continues to observe. No one’s coming, he realizes. The thought brings an unexpected pang of sympathy. She’s dressed to impress, waiting for someone who clearly isn’t going to show. Her confident, alluring exterior has cracked just enough to show the disappointment underneath.

It is disconcerting to finally see past Catwoman’s armor. He notes the subtle was her shoulders ag, the slight droop that gives her a weariness he had not expected to witness. When she finally puts her phone down, letting out a soft sigh that lingers in the cool evening air, it is as it she is resigning ehrself to a reality that her evening is not going to unfold as she hoped. The strength that usually defines her has ebbed just enough for him to glimpse the woman behind the mask. 

Riddler hesitates, crouched in the brush, binoculars still trained on her. This wasn’t how he planned things. She was supposed to be gone by now, making it easy for him to slip in and out unnoticed. But now, watching her sit there alone, the thrill of the heist doesn’t feel quite as satisfying. In fact, it feels almost hollow. 

Something inside him shifts. Maybe it’s the old memories resurfacing, or maybe it’s the sight of Selina—someone so strong and independent—looking vulnerable. Either way, he knows this is his moment, but not in the way he originally planned.

With a deep breath, he steels himself and makes his decision. Slinging his pack over his shoulder, he carefully makes his way toward the house, the soft grass giving away under his boots. As he approaches the porch, the light from the house casts long shadows across the yard. Selina, lost in thought, doesn’t seem to notice him until he’s just a few feet away.

“Waiting for someone?” he asks softly.

Selina jumps slightly, turning to face him with wide eyes, startled eyes. For a moment, she just stares at him, clearly surprised by his sudden appearance.

“Eddie?!”

End of Chapter 1

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hey friendo! ❤️ (i genuinely can’t remember if i sent this already so pls ignore if it’s a double request soz)

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Frotting - Sebastian Sallow X Leander Prewett

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Happy Birthday @rypnami! 🎉 I was so happy I could write this sorta smutty sorta fluffy lil piece up on time for you 🫶🏻 I hope you have an incredible Birthday filled with love and joy and friends and definitely lots of Prewlow 💕

Warnings: MxM, frotting, masturbation, handjob, marking, cum licking

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Leander hurried after Sebastian as the Slytherin boy’s stride ate up the distance. He was nervous but if this was to be anything like the last time Sebastian had asked to speak with him, he couldn’t wait.

Sebastian finally stopped in a hallway, peeking down the corridors and upon finding themselves entirely alone he tugged Leander’s sleeve, pulling him into a broom cupboard and locking themselves inside.

Leander gasped when plump freckled lips met his. His heart pounded in time with Sebastian’s as matching freckled hands ghosted down his stomach, untucking his shirt from his waistband and tugging open his trousers.

He groaned into the kiss as Sebastian’s fingers traced delicately down the soft hair of Leander’s happy trail leading to a thatch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Sebastian groaned against his lips, gripping Leander’s slowly hardening cock in his hand and squeezing lightly.

Leanders hips rolled forward and Sebastian took the opportunity to push him against the wall. His hand made slow teasing strokes up Leander’s erection as his lips trailed down Leander’s sensitive neck. “Can I mark you, baby?”

Leander groaned as heated breath ghosted his neck and quickly nodded in agreement. Sebastian wasted no time locking his lips around the skin above his collar, latching his teeth down and sucking a dark purple mark into pale skin.

Leander bucked into Sebastian’s hand, groaning and whimpering at the intoxicating heat pooling in his groin. A whimper left him when Sebastian released his leaking cock and detached from his neck to admire his handiwork. “Fuck Lee, you look so pretty all fucked out like this and I’ve barely touched you.”

Leander flushed, watching intently as Sebastian freed his own aching erection, stroking it a few times for Leander’s benefit. Leander arched into it as Sebastian pressed his own erection against his, gripping them both in one hand and stroking.

Leander’s head tipped back, a curse toppling from his lips as Sebastian gripped them both firmly in one palm, thrusting himself against Leander. Liquid hot pleasure boiled in Leander’s abdomen, cock leaking precum that only added a delightful slickness to the aching friction between them.

Sebastian groaned in tandem, eyes locked on Leander as he stroked them faster only stopping to squeeze the tip just like he likes. “That’s right, let me feel your cock twitch, baby. Gonna cum while I stroke my cock against yours Lee?”

Leander moaned incoherently, leaning against a stack of crates behind him. Sebastian followed, towering over him, placing a hand on the crates to cage the redhead beneath him.

His hand worked faster and Leander’s hips bucked forward into the delicious friction. Moans and groans of pleasure, hot eager breaths filling the space between them as Sebastian’s fist worked them closer and closer to a delicious end.

Leander bit into his bottom lip, mentally fighting the pressure building, his eyes squeezed shut and Sebastian gave a breathy chuckle, moving his free hand up to press against the dark purple mark just above Leander’s collar.

Sebastian groaned as Leander’s cock twitched in his palm. Leander whimpered, releasing an explosive moan as his cum spurted from his tip, landing mostly on Sebastian’s hand, only adding to the sensation.

Sebastian followed quickly, cumming hard with a deep groan, grinding and stroking himself against Leander’s softening erection. “Good fucking boy, Lee.”

Leander swallowed thickly, looking down to take in the mess they’d made between them. He blew out a shaky breath and Sebastian chuckled. “You always cum so much for me, baby.”

Sebastian lifted his hand to Leander’s mouth and Leander obediently licked the sticky mess from the brunette's fingers. Sebastian groaned, watching to make sure he cleaned it all up before he tucked himself away and placed a hand on Leander’s chin, dropping a long passionate kiss on Leander’s lips. “Till next time, love.”