#it’s the soft boy’s birthday!

[lizleeships]

I know this is a little bit strange because it’s months past due -and the toxic perfectionist that dwells in my skull really DID really hesitate to post this- but back in January I was too ill to finish this little story and then lost motivation because I was already too late. Still, since I was pretty fond of it (and the stupid hats), I recently decided to give it a “half finish” because I didn’t like leaving it incomplete. 

...AKA: I discovered “seraphinite” is a real stone and lost my entire damn mind.

Anyway, sketchiness aside, I hope you like it anyway.

(Please don’t repost; reblogs are fine.) 

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[burythecarnival]

my beloved little man, fenris, is five years old today 🎉 he is the sweetest, sensitive soft boi ever ever 🧡 reblog, like or comment to give this BIG handsome sweetheart a birthday kiss 😽

[imfinereallyy]

celebrate softly

it my birthday today so here’s a lil gift from me to you (yes I know that’s not how this works haha) I made a bunch of little things is celebration, i probably won’t post these till later in the day so sorry if you get a bunch at once.

Steve wanted to like his birthday.

No, really, he truly did. He knew that birthdays were the one time of year you get to be a little selfish. The people you loved gathered around you to celebrate another year of you.

It was just that Steve was also used to disappointment.

Over the years, his birthday has consisted of either his parents parading him around at business dinners or the empty silence of a house that wasn’t ever a home.

His old friends were never around. It was a holiday weekend; he didn’t expect them to stick around. Even if they had, Steve was almost sure they would have made him throw a party, where they would have pressured him to get drunk and sleep with someone, and…

Yea, Steve wasn’t interested.

The one birthday he spent with Nancy had been okay. She had to go on a family trip, her parents attempt at getting their kids to cheer up over the loss of their friends, and she was going to leave the morning of his birthday. But at midnight of July 2nd, she had snuck into his window even though she could have walked through the front door. Nancy had brought him a cupcake, a small present, and a soft smile. Steve had wanted to kiss her, but he knew it wasn’t what she wanted then. He wanted to be respectful, so he held her hand instead.

Nancy hadn’t brought a candle, said she didn’t want to risk burning the Harrington Household down. Steve had laughed, saying that would be the best birthday present ever, but she hadn’t laughed back.

The present had been a book. Which wasn’t a terrible gift per se, Steve liked reading it was just he had difficulty doing it. He couldn’t focus long enough, or he would have to reread sentences over and over again.

It just didn’t feel worth the frustration.

But it was sweet of her to get him something, so he tried reading it. It took him months to finish it, even though it was small. It was boring, and Steve had found the main character whiny, and Steve had begun to wonder if Nancy was trying to tell him something.

Then the Upside Down round two had happened, Steve got his ass kicked again and learned that Catcher in the Rye was Jonathan’s favorite book.

Steve had thrown out the book amongst his bloody bandages.

Steve was only slightly hopeful to have a good birthday last year. He had good friends (sure, one was his ex, and the other were children, but he still counted them); Dustin would be home from camp, and even though he had work, he got to spend the whole day bothering Robin, which brought him a special kind of joy.

But then they were cracking Russian code, getting tortured, and watching Max’s Stepbrother die, all within the days of his birthday.

So Steve didn’t have high expectations this year. Sure, people knew it was his birthday, it was hard to hide when he was friends with the nosiest people, but most of them were spending the entire weekend staying with Max, and he would have been too if Max hadn’t thrown a remote at him when he suggested it.

So Steve had conceded to having a quiet but lonely July 2nd.

But then at 7 am there was a knock on his front door.

A knock was putting it lightly, there was pounding echoing in the Harrington Household.

When Steve walked up to the door, he was prepared to drive away some bigots who had been trying to “repent Hawkins.” They had been going around the richer neighborhoods recently, saying we needed to clean up the streets of the sinners and the queers.

Yea, they were knocking on the wrong door.

Steve hadn’t expect Eddie Munson, notorious night owl, to be crowding his doorway at 7 am.

“Harrington, have I ever told you how absolutely ugly your house is? Like for how wealthy your parents are, they chose an absolute nightmare of a layout! It makes no sense.” Eddie budged his way past Steve with his arms full of bags.

“I’ve been telling him that for a year, Eddie, and every time he just shrugs!” Steve turned to find Robin bullying her way through him as well. She had a handful of videos in her hands.

“Sure, come in, I guess,” Steve mumbled. He shut the door and turned toward his intruders. “Not that I don’t love a surprise appearance at—“ Steve checked his watch “—7:03 am, but is there a reason why you are awake before the birds are even chirping?”

Eddie snorted and just gave him a look instead of answering. Robin shook her head, “What doofus hear is trying to convey with a noise, Jesus Eds, I know you’re not a morning, but words please, is that we are obviously here for your birthday. You, Steven Alison Harrington—“

“Not my middle name.”

“—we’re born at exactly 7:07 am on July 2nd. So we had to be here to say happy birthday officially!”

“How do you even know the time? I don’t even know that.”

“She snuck a look at your file last time Owen’s was in town.” Eddie smirked.

Robin hit him upside the head, “Don’t tell him that asshole, he already thinks I’m crazy enough. And don’t act like this wasn’t your idea!”

Eddie rubbed the back his head in dramatic fashion then yelled, “Snitch!” through hissed teeth.

Steve felt himself unthaw at the idea that these two weirdos woke up this early for him. “Ah, well, thanks, guys.” A blush rose on his cheeks, “Well, thanks for stopping by; you guys can go home and sleep if you want.”

“Stevie, did you think we brought all this to just leave? On your birthday. Oh no, no, no. We are having a whole movie and snack day! I brought weed, and chips, and we can order a pizza later in the day. And just be lazy weirdos in your fancy living room.” Eddie hopped up on his coffee table, startling a laugh from Steve.

“That sounds like a typically Friday for us, what’s so special about it?” Steve teased.

“Well we brought all of your favorite movies! Grease, Top Gun, Karate Kid, Indiana Jones...wait I think I'm noticing a theme here—“

“Robin!” Steve screeched, his blush coming back with vengeance. He didn’t want her to reveal there very obvious, and embarrassing pattern to his favorite films.

“And!” Eddie said from atop his place on the coffee table, unfazed by the two of them, “We are paying for the pizza.” His voice oozed with pride at that. Steve was sure he had come up with the idea.

“Wow I’m a spoiled prince. Maybe ever think I wanted to stay in bed?” Steve raised a single eyebrow.

“Oh but my sweet prince, we know you rather spend this glorious day with us.” Eddie was confident, with confidence came the damn nicknames, and Jesus Christ—this blush of his was never going away. “Besides what else could you wish for!”

A kiss from you. Steve thought quickly.

Steve sighed deeply before saying, “Alright. Get down.”

Eddie seemed taken aback, like he hadn’t expected the rejection. “Oh yea man, of course. We will get out of your hair.” He scrambled off the table.

Steve giggled, “No Eds. I’m moving the coffee table. This couch is a pullout. We can all just lay on it while we watch movies.”

Eddie’s face lit up while Robin yelled, “Oh thank god, I’m exhausted.”

An hour later, when the sun was still barely risen and Grease blared in the background, Robin was bundled up in the blankets they dragged from his room, out like a light.

Eddie and Steve huddled close, but didn’t touch. The anticipation and want sat between them. “I actually have something for you.” Eddie whispered.

Robin snored beside them; Steve looked at her fondly. “You don’t have to whisper; she’s a heavy sleeper. Learned that the hard way.”

“Ah well, I have a present for you.”

Steve knows he should say that Eddie shouldn’t have, or insist he returns it. He knew it was the polite thing to do. He couldn’t find it in himself to do it, though. The idea that Eddie even thought to get him something beyond the amazing day they had planned (truly Steve couldn’t ask for a better day), but Eddie had spent his time to get something for Steve.

It was nice to have someone who would do something nice for you just because they can, not because they should. So, Steve waited patiently as Eddie reached into his bag beside the couch.

“Here.” Eddie spoke, placing the roughly wrapped package in his lap.

There was a tiny notecard with Eddie’s chicken scratch on it; Steve decided to read that first.

Stevie,

No adventure is the same without you, and this is the only one I have taken without you by my side. Thought it was about time we changed that. Hopefully we are not forever partners in crime (we’ve had enough of that) but instead, adventurers taking on then great unknown.

Together.

Yours,

Eddie Munson ッ

Steve smoothed over the card and tried not to cry. The poorly drawn smiley face stared up at him from the piece of parchment. Steve tucked it into his pocket for safe keeping; he might even frame it.

Eddie looked at Steve eagerly as he tried to open the package. He does it slowly to tease Eddie; his frustrated little growl made butterflies in Steve’s stomach.

Inside the package is a worn-out book, one he would recognize anywhere, considering he saw it every day on Eddie’s bookshelf. “Eds, this is your copy of Lord of the Rings. I can’t take this.”

Eddie put his hair in front of his mouth, suddenly shy, “Well, it wouldn’t be exactly yours. It’s just I thought it would be fun to, ya know, read it together? Like we take turns reading to each other. I know the kids always bug you to read it, and I noticed that it’s hard for you to focus sometimes, and I get that, so it might be easier if we like make it a thing? I know it’s probably not your interest; it’s my favorite book, not yours, so you know what? This is stupid—“

Steve cut him off by pulling him into a hug. Steve buried himself into Eddie’s neck before saying, “Thank you. It’s the best birthday present.”

“Really?” Eddie pulled back to look at Steve’s face. Whatever he found there must settle him, because he relaxed his shoulders. “I know it’s silly, but I guess I wanted to share this piece of myself with you…and maybe spend some more time together.”

Steve didn’t mention how they spent almost every day together, didn’t think he had to either. They both knew.

Steve decided to be bold instead. He pushed Eddie back into the couch and settled his back into Eddie’s chest. He snuggled into the warmth of his arms.

Steve put the book in Eddie’s hand. “Okay, you read first.”

Eddie laughed; Steve could feel the vibrations from under his skin. It was delightful; it was delicious. “Oh, you want to start now?”

Steve made an indignant noise while Eddie laughed again at him. His hands settled at the back of Steve’s neck as he played with hair that brushed it.

“When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventyifirst birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was …”

And once again, hours later, when Steve woke up, after drifting to Eddie’s soft, deep voice, Steve felt something settle in him. He felt Eddie lightly snoring beneath him, one hand still tangled in his hair. He felt Robin’s hand wrapped around his ankle, grounding the both of them. And there, between all of them, was the fallen book with no bookmark, signaling they would have to start again.

Maybe, sometimes. Steve thinks, birthdays could be good.

***

projecting. projecting. projecting. that’s me.

I hope you guys liked this one :) I did use my own bday for him, but the time he was born at is different than mine lol. I had a lot of fun writing it, it was just the softness I needed.

[gyustarzzi2]

🌿 – find me where the wild things are ﹕ 㶌 旗 ៸៸ ˚ ׅ

@mxlly143 happy birthday!! 🫶💕

[svndollz]

⠀⠀⠀ 𓈒  𓈒   bαby stαr cαnδy. ྅

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

<- Sanemi simp posts masterlist

As a firm Sanemi supporter and protector (he is very precious), I might admit he can occasionally be a tiny bit violent. Slightly angry at times and perhaps he’s guilty of saying a few bad things. However Sanemi is not only a smol little baby boy in need of protection, he is also too cute to be held accountable for his actions. (Kinda like when your pet is being bad, you can’t really blame them).

Look at this little bundle of mischief, a silly little goose who may or may not try to blind is brother as a terrible attempt at doing the right thing

[annoyingann]

This day has come!! My birthday!!

I must say, a lot has happened in the last year. I met a lot of people, my environment has changed a lot.. but I am sure that with the experience gained this year, I have become cooler and stronger💪 more text↓

Thank you, dear followers, for reading me this year. I am going to continue drawing and feeding you with doodles! I believe that today will be interesting!! 🙌

P.s. And I will not tell you my age directly anymore. I am not comfortable keeping information about me in the public, sorry :[

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

happy birthday to that lovely lad, name of David Tennant!

[rockingrobin69]

Wish

A tiny spark from the corner of his eye: Harry shut it, chewed on the smile.

“I know you’re awake, Potter.”

Pretended he couldn’t hear it. Swallowed the giggle.

“Come on, you big—urgh!” to Harry’s arms springing up, wrapping around him, “idiot, you nearly—Merlin, remind me never again.”

Harry blinked the fuzziness away. Draco’s face was lovely and flushed, close enough to lick, so he did (“UGH!”). “Never again, what?”

“Baked goods in bed,” with a roll of his eyes. “Potter, you’re squishing me. Ow, it’s—ow, fucker!”

Laughing, helpless with it, another tiny lick to the crook of his neck, a kiss to rosy cheek. “You made me a cake.”

“I made you a red-velvet cupcake and now it’s crumbling all over my perfect sheets. Woe is officially me.” But he was smiling. “Well? Are you going to try it anytime soon? I hope you’re not waiting for a song.”

Not a song, no. Squeezing Draco closer: “Can think of something better still.”

“Better than my baking? Doubtful.”

Tickling seemed the best course of action. Then Draco’s laughter, sharp and too loud, directly in his ear: made his chest flutter, made his toes curl.

“Oh, fine, fine—brute! Let me just set the bloody cupcake on the—ah, that’s—Potter! Honestly.” Turning back, liquid gold in Harry’s arms. “Is this how you wanted to celebrate?”

Thought about it. Nodded. “Yeah, pretty much. Then a cupcake. Then a shower. Then, more of this, I think?”

Draco smiled, this slanted, bright thing. “Very well. I seem to be inclined to indulge you. Today, your wish is my command.”

Harry’s been wishing for the same thing on every candle for years now. In bed, with a cupcake and his fiancé, with sunlight and fancy sheets and crumbs. He… got it, he thought.

[strayheartless]

In honour of Prompto Argetum’s birthday have a few fun head canons of the boy (promptis. Don’t like don’t read. You know the drill.):

He’s VERY fond of strawberry Mochi

When Noctis takes the vegetables out of his food, Prompto will start moving them onto his own plate. Food is good and Prompto will eat whatever’s going.

He’s naturally cuddly, and gravitates towards heat sources in his sleep. Noctis would not mind this if it were not for the fact that Prompto has the core temperature of a polar ice cap.

Prompto’s entire speech pattern is comprised of movie quotes and song lyrics (I feel like that one’s just cannon at this point.)

He gets really sweet when he’s sleepy. Rubs his eyes, puts his head on peoples shoulders. There’s always a point at which someone will teasingly say “are you tired Prompto?” And all they will get is a sleepy nod before Prompto curls into whoever’s shoulder he’s decided to commandeer as a pillow.

The hair style was an accidental choice. He did it for a party; Noctis said he liked it; now it stays.

He’s a big fan of hair playing and scalp scritches. 10/10 will do tricks for scritches.

He’s got a favourite camp chair. He’s convinced it’s magical, because apparently whenever he sits in it campfire smoke never follows him. It’s not Gladio just can’t be arsed hearing him whine all night about the smoke so he places Prompto’s chair against the wind.

Prompto kissed Noct first. It was spur of the moment and he’s pretty sure he blacked out from panic during it but Noctis just looked so pretty, and UGHHHH.

Their first date was low key a disaster, because Prompto tried to be smooth and ended up just being clumsily tripping head first in the castle fountain. BUT, Noctis laughed and kissed him again so he will sheepishly classify it as a win!

“Ever at your side” is Prompto’s “as you wish” it’s his I love you when I love you doesn’t feel like it’s enough.

There are too many pictures of Noct of Proms camera honestly. Noctis looks cute while he’s sleeping? *click* Noctis laughs at Iggys horrible dad jokes? *click* candid moments watching the sun set? *click* gross double chin close ups? *click* intimate moments with permission to take a photo? *click* Noctis stupidly assumes the camera battery is dead and lets his guard down? *click* Noctis is failing to use chop sticks while eating instant Raman in the snow? *click* honestly he has a problem.

If you have some of your own feel free to drop them in the comments!

[beatleswings]

JANE ASHER. 1964.

[kyuyua]

Happy birthday Seonghwa!! 🎉🎉

This wasn’t meant to be a birthday post but I’ve been sitting on it for so long and finally cleaned it up lol

[bygiornogiovanna]

An unexpected surprise

His birthday was coming up, but he didn't feel anything about it. Not happiness, as most people feel when their special day comes up, not hatred, as it is a constant reminder of his birth, nothing.

Just pure emptiness.

Not that his life as the biggest man in Italy allowed him to relax, there was nothing but a constant fight between him and the cruel world he lived in.

Despite his young age, Giorno was a tired man.

He's been trying for at least 5 years, ever since he defeated Diavolo, to get rid of the drug dealers that lay carelessly around Italy. And he got rid of many of them, but they kept coming.

It wasn't an easy job, quite the opposite.

On his 20th birthday, after a long day, all he wanted was to come home and stay near you. He wanted to spend time with you, but he didn't have any expectations. The blonde knew your hatred for him. Why wouldn't you hate him?

Probably everyone does.

A sweet chocolate scent hit his nose and he was suddenly curious. Did you or the maids cook something? No, the maids were out of question. All of them should've gone home at this hour, their shifts ended.

"Shhh! Quiet, he is here!" He heard your soft voice as he was going up the stairs and everything went quiet. What was going on?

He didn't want to believe that you planned a surprise for him, yesterday you two argued so bad and it took all the power he had to not punish you, even after all the hurtful words you told him.

"Three...two...one..." Giorno heard Mista's (not so quiet) whisper and, when he entered, he was met with darkness. Still a little confused, he turned on the lights and then...

All of his close friends jumped from their hiding places and a very loud "Buon Compleanno!" (Happy Birthday) could be heard.

Then there was you.

You were standing with the brightest smile on your face, holding a (silly, if you asked him) decorated cake, on which he could read "Happy birthday, Giorno!" in your prettiest handwriting. He could see that it was baked by you, from the way it was iced and glazed and because it was a little uneven.

But that made it even more special.

While he was taking your smile, (oh, how much he missed your true smile), he didn't notice the amount of decoration placed around the house. All of them were handmade.

From hats to confetti, everything was handmade by you and his friends. Everyone helped in the making of a surprise party.

For him.

Giorno felt happiness rush through him, disguised as a shiver that ran down his spine. Without even realizing it, as the usual birthday song started to play rhythmically from everyone's mouths, a small tear fell down his cheek, followed by many others.

The whole room cooed at that truly rare sight as the blonde hid his face behind his palm. Giorno never cried, not in front of others at least. Nobody saw him cry. Not even Bruno.

"Oh, caro." you gave the cake to Bruno and rushed to give the young man a hug. It was a surprise to see his green eyes gloss with tears. It melted your heart.

You took his face in your palms, your soft hands caressing it, wiping away the tears that kept flowing down his now rosy cheeks.

"Why are you crying, amore? It's your birthday, we should be celebrating, not crying!" you said, pushing back all the memories of the countless moments when you were in his place, crying, desperately seeking his comfort. This wasn't about you.

Today was about him. You were going to leave all of the moments ever since he took you away in the past and make him happy. If you can't escape him, at least make some memories with the one you used to be so close with.

Maybe you could still be close, if you accepted his love. That's what you wanted two years ago, right? Smiling, you kissed his nose, giving him another hug.

"Come on man, we came here to have fun!" Mista said and Giorno laughed, wiping his tears away while looking around the room. All of the guys were looking at him in an awe, even Abbacchio had a look of sympathy in his eyes.

"You're right guys. I'm sorry for this, you just...surprised me. I never had someone organize a birthday party for me." he says after taking a deep breath and breaking the hug.

"Group hug!" you yelled and all of you jumped on the blonde, hugging him tightly.

Giorno smiled, hugging you all back. Well, at least trying.

He was so lucky to have them.

To have you.

take this drabble and be prepared cause i started writing again! 🫡

[smileysvech]

I don’t wanna get older without your head on my shoulder

On the day that you leave me, I’ll forever be bleeding, love

Older - 5 Seconds of Summer ft. Sierra Deaton

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[whisper-dreams]

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¹³ ᵒⁿ ᶠʳⁱᵈᵃʸ, ᵗʰᵉ ¹³ᵗʰ 𖹭

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: cisfem!Reader (Dealer's choice) Character: Bartolomeo Kink: #13 Sensory deprivation Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Gift Giver: @writting-yarn-goblin

Summary: Bartolomeo seems to have more patience during the times you just want him to devour you.

Content Notes: Sensory deprivation (sight, sound, touch), light bondage, teasing, vaginal sex, genitalia piercings (I mean, it's Barto).

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Those were the last words you heard before your boyfriend put the noise canceling headphones over your ears. Words practically whispered as he was tying the blind fold around your eyes. You let those last few words play over in your head as you stood naked in the center of the room.

You couldn’t see him, or hear him, and it was almost like your skin was reaching out trying to find him. You couldn’t reach out with your hands either. Your wrists were cuffed to short chains attached to a collar around your neck. It kept your close to your collarbone, your arms resting the top of your chest.

“B-Barto?” You question tentatively. Your own voice sounds too loud in your head, thanks to the headphones. “Please, I can’t hear you… so… please, ah,” you felt the blood rush through your body in embarrassment, but if he was going to make you say it, then so be it.

“Please touch me.”

Your body tenses a little, as you struggle to stay still against the single finger against your skin. A soft huff of air leaves you as the single finger tracing a lazy line down your back. When it gets to your lower back, more fingers rest against your skin as his hand trails over your hip.

He steadies you with the hand against your hip, tilting your chin up with his other hand, and kissing your lips softly. His fangs press in with the kiss, but you’ve long since become used to them. Used to how careful he is with them.

How delicate he can be. The unexpected patience.

Bartolomeo is generally a ball of energy. Easily excited, easily angered. His knee-jerk reaction to most people is to be a jerk, in all honesty. He’s not very good at backing down, but he’s so skilled at tearing people apart with his crude words that he earned the nickname of cannibal some years ago.

For as sharp as his words and fangs can be, he’s equally kind. Even if that kindness is reserved for his crew, and little else.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, his hand holding your face in place. There’s a soft click of bone on bone as the long fangs click against your far shorter ones. You can’t hear the soft sounds that escape him when he kisses you like this, but you can almost feel them against your skin. Your own soft sounds are nearly echoing in your head, but it’s hard to even realize you’re making any sounds with his tongue in your mouth.

It's skilled in much more than simply tossing words like throwing knives. You can feel the rumble of his voice as he hugs you close for a moment after a breaking the kiss.

“Barto, I can-can’t hear you.” You whimper softly, as your head is tilted to the side. Tender kisses against your neck pull tiny gasps from your lips again.

There’s a gentle tug at the headphones.

“Are you okay?” He repeats, and you nod.

“I… I’ll use my words if I have to, I promise.” You admit, stepping closer to him and feeling his bare skin brush against yours.

“That’s my good honey.” He says before the headphones are set back in place. He doesn’t step away from you, as his long, strong arms reach down and lift you up easily.

You squeak. Being lifted off the ground so easily always surprised you, even if you knew it was coming. But he holds you steady against his chest, fingers idling over your back only once he was sure you wouldn’t squirm too much.

He sets you on the bed, you think. It’s soft, and large enough that when he lays you back you have room enough. You could be cough, maybe, but he wasn’t the type to put sheets over any other furniture, no matter what you two were doing.

Your legs are pulled apart slowly. You can’t help the little shivers that run down your legs, and the soft sounds of anticipation panting from your mouth. You can almost picture the look on his face. He wasn’t one to actually eat someone, but he tended to look at you like you were maybe just that delicious.

Not being able to see it right now didn’t diminish the effect.

The thick, hard, impossibly hot, pierced cock that belongs to him lays heavy against your lower stomach. You feel his hands press into the mattress on either side of your body. He leans down, shifting his hips a little and pushing his shaft against your slit as he kisses your body.

Your fingers flex and your arms twitch as his lips move over your tits. You can’t reach him with your wrists cuffed to the collar. You can’t cover yourself either, not that you did that much anymore as it was, but when you were like this you felt so much more exposed. So much more at his mercy than usual.

You loved it. You trusted him. Just like he promised, he would take care of you. Sweet sounds filled the air for him as he gently nipped and licked your nipples. His hard dick was teasing your clit, the wetness from your slit providing him a little lubrication.

“M-More, please, Barto.” You murmur as you shift your hips. “More please, fill me up.”

Hands grab your ankles, lifting your legs up and holding them open. He keeps rubbing against you, and the sensation feels good and has you on edge with anticipation. You can’t tell when he’s going to shift and finally push inside you, and you want it. You want him.

“Don’t tease me!” You finally wail after a couple more minutes. You’re nearly at the edge, the nubs of his piercings have been teasing your clit and you’re ready to burst.

There’s a brief pause, and the head of his cock lines up with your twitching entrance. He pushes in a little, pulling back out too soon. You nearly whimper, but he pushes in again, getting the tip all the way in and pushing a little more.

The stretch is sweet, the pleasure is a relief, but he pulls back out again. You’re caught between pants of pleasure and frustrated whimpers as he repeats the process a couple more times. You can feel your own slick leaking down the curve of your ass, and you’re almost trying to pull your legs free of his hands so you can just wrap them around his waist and pull him in once and for all.

A light squeeze of your ankles, and a light nip of teeth against your calf settles you. He pushes your legs back, stretching the muscles in your thighs a little, before lining up again. This time when he pushes in, he doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against your thighs.

He pauses for a moment, saying something you can’t hear, but you’re not worried. He said so before – he’ll take care of you, and so you relax as he begins to move, long and slow, and terribly teasing.