#birthday fic
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i'm onto you
It may be Halloween, but it's also...@simplebtromance's birthday!!! You've been here with me pretty much since the beginning, and you deserve so much more than this ficlet, but I hope you love this anyway! We've had many a discussion about queer Wayne, so this is just a little something for you to sip on as a birthday treat 💖
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Wayne liked to think he couldn’t be rattled, not since Eddie “died” and showed up on his doorstep being held up by Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson looking like he hadn’t slept in a week and hadn’t showered for even longer.
But walking into his trailer to see Steve Harrington wrapped up in Eddie’s arms on his couch did startle him a bit.
It’s not like Steve was a stranger, not since he’d explained some of what happened to Eddie with certain looks that told him he wasn’t able to say more, please don’t ask, please accept what I’m telling you as the full truth and nothing but the truth. But he’d only been over when the kids were over, hanging back and watching them have fun with Eddie with a soft smile on his face.
Wayne noticed, he always noticed. But he didn’t really think much of it until now.
Steve was lying on top of Eddie, head on his chest and hand gripping his shirt like a lifeline. His face was relaxed, though, lips parted as he breathed shallowly. Eddie’s arms were wrapped around his back, hands not quite gripping, but clearly holding him tight.
It could be nothing.
It could just be that both of these boys had seen things that most wouldn’t understand and found solace in each other.
It could be that they didn’t mean to fall asleep like this.
It could be that they were exploring something together.
Wayne smiled to himself when Steve’s hand loosened, falling away from Eddie’s shirt. Eddie’s arms tightened briefly, his head turning so that his face buried more into Steve’s hair.
He walked towards his bedroom with the same fond smile on his face.
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It wasn’t the first time Wayne was woken up by the sound of loud music playing, but it was definitely the first time that it was the sound of Blondie blasting through the speakers of Eddie’s boombox.
His alarm clock said that it was almost ten in the morning, so he couldn’t be too mad. Six hours of sleep was more than he got for years, and from the sounds of it, Steve was still here and probably making them breakfast.
He’d done that a lot when Eddie was healing, unable to do much other than walk to the bathroom when he needed to and eat in his bed. Wayne was grateful for it, for Steve.
When he walked into the kitchen, he froze.
Eddie was sitting on the counter, Steve standing between his legs.
Kissing.
He considered turning around and pretending he hadn’t seen it, figured they’d both come to him when they were ready to acknowledge whatever they were.
But when he heard a quiet moan, he had to let them know he was there.
“Mornin’ boys.”
They jumped apart quickly, Steve turning towards the pan on the stove full of bacon with an obvious flush covering the back of his neck.
Eddie jumped off of the counter and tried to hide Steve’s discomfort.
“Hey. Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you up,” Eddie started tugging on the ends of his hair, his nervous habit from childhood, even before his hair was this long.
“Music’s kinda loud. It’s okay though. Whatcha makin’?” He asked, pretending everything was normal, not pointing out that he’d just walked in on them making out in the kitchen.
“Bacon,” Steve’s shaking voice came from behind Eddie. “Fried eggs. Toast with peanut butter or jelly.”
“Sounds great,” Wayne said, walking to the coffee pot to grab a cup of coffee, smiling to himself when he realized that one of them had started a fresh pot not too long ago.
He snuck a glance at Steve, who looked like he was going to start crying any moment.
And that just didn’t sit right.
He didn’t want Steve to ever feel uncomfortable here, whether he was here as a friend to Eddie or more.
He set his mug back down without taking a sip and gently pushed Eddie aside to tug Steve into a hug.
Steve tensed in his arms for a moment, then relaxed, a shaky breath leaving him as Wayne rubbed his back.
“You’re allowed to be happy here, Steve. You don’t gotta tell me anything you don’t wanna, but you’re safe in this house. You and Ed both,” he said softly against the top of Steve’s head.
He was reminded of a similar discussion he’d had with Eddie when he was 14, when he’d been caught kissing an older boy when Wayne came home early from a shift at the plant. The boy ran, and Eddie had locked himself in his room for 15 minutes, furiously packing. When he opened the door to see Wayne leaning against the wall next to the door, unimpressed look on his face, he froze.
“Goin’ somewhere?” he’d asked him.
“You won’t want me to stay now, right?” Eddie had tried to sound confident, emotionless, but he was failing.
“Be a bit hypocritical of me to kick ya out for kissin’ a boy when I’ve got a boyfriend, wouldn’t it?”
Eddie unpacked, and they talked for a bit about Wayne’s boyfriend, Eddie being gay, and how he’d always be safe in Wayne’s house.
Steve had clearly never been given that kind of comfort, maybe hadn’t even had the chance to find that comfort in his own home. Wayne could give that to him.
“You don’t care that I’m, that we-” Steve started, almost immediately getting shushed by Wayne.
“Son, I’ve known Ed’s gay for years and if you think I wasn’t onto you the day you brought him to me half dead, I dunno what to tell ya.”
Eddie was standing to the side, watching quietly. Wayne didn’t need to see his face to know he was grateful.
“Sorry we kinda defiled the kitchen,” Steve finally said as he pulled away.
“Kissin’ ain’t defiling anything.”
Steve blushed again, wiped his eyes as he turned back to where the bacon was probably about to burn.
“No it’s not.”
Wayne paused as he thought about the phrasing of Steve’s response.
He looked over at Eddie, who was conveniently pouring his own cup of coffee. He didn’t even like coffee.
“My one and only rule is that you clean up after…whatever it is you’ve done to defile the shared space,” Wayne smirked. “I’d prefer it stays in the bedroom, though, kay?”
“Yes, sir,” Steve agreed, not making eye contact.
“Got it,” Eddie replied.
Any leftover awkwardness disappeared when Wayne tried to reach directly into the still sizzling pan to grab a piece of bacon, only to be swatted away by Steve.
“You’ll burn yourself!” Steve shook his head. “Now I see where Eddie gets it.”
“Hey!” Eddie protested. “I do not reach into still cooking pans! I wait until the food is on a plate before I burn myself!”
“My apologies. You’re just an idiot later,” Steve rolled his eyes, but the fondness in his tone gave away how much he cared about Eddie.
– – – – – –
Wayne started seeing Steve more often, usually wrapped in Eddie’s arms or holding his hand, or watching him play guitar.
He spent the night more often than not, and Wayne sometimes overheard his yelling when he had a nightmare.
Eddie explained to him that they’d gotten better, but he’d probably always have nights where the monsters made an appearance, and unfortunately, getting him out of the nightmare was pretty difficult.
If Wayne was awake already, he usually brought a cup of tea to Eddie’s room and gave them both a quick kiss on the head.
He also made them breakfast most mornings, liked cooking for them, experimenting with new recipes and finding interesting flavor combinations.
After a few months of this, Wayne suggested he look into culinary school.
“There’s a place in Indy, I know one of the chefs there. He’d probably be able to help ya get started,” Wayne said around a bite of his peach pancakes with vanilla syrup.
“I dunno if I can do much besides breakfast and desserts,” Steve shrugged, looking down at his plate. “Plus, Indy’s too far to be driving back and forth every day. I still have to work.”
“Not if you live there. And you could probably work at a restaurant in the evenings.”
Eddie watched them both, unreadable expression on his face.
“Maybe.”
“You know, there’s a few bars there that I could play at. A record shop that probably would hire me,” Eddie chipped in casually, taking a bite of his pancake.
“What?” Steve asked.
“Yeah. I mean, we’d need to find somewhere cheap, but we could swing it. I’ve got some money still from the government.”
“Yeah, but-”
Eddie’s fork clinked against his plate when he set it down.
“Stevie. Do you want to try?”
Wayne watched them watch each other, small smile forming as he started to understand their silent conversation.
“Only if it’s with you, baby,” Steve finally said.
“Then we’ll go this weekend to check it out.”
– – – – – – – –
Wayne got to watch them choose each other.
He watched them choose a life outside of Hawkins.
He watched them choose a future where they could have a happiness he could only dream of.
They came to visit often, and invited Wayne to their apartment almost as often.
They even brought him to one of their favorite bars, known for being a safe place for queer people, where he struck up a conversation with one of the bartenders, Larry.
And then he got to choose a life outside of Hawkins too.
One that led to more happiness than he could have pictured for himself.
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birthday twin [ s. reid ]
pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!reader
summary / prompt : Spencer and (Y/N) share the same birthday, but (Y/N) has never been fond of her birthday. this year might be a little different though
requested : no
genre : fluff
warnings : not canon compliant, 12 year age gap
AUTHOR’S NOTE - i wrote this in the middle of the night last night bc i wanted to do something for spencer’s birthday yesterday (october 12th). sorry for any typos :)
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If (Y/N) could sleep through her birthday, she would in a heartbeat. Especially this year because she is turning 30. She’s never looked forward to her birthday.
Especially her 30th birthday.
She’s getting older and time is running out. She hasn’t started a family like she has wanted to since settling down with her boyfriend of three years.
(Y/N) gets why Spencer is so hesitant to propose and start a family. Working for the FBI isn’t exactly the safest job and he is very aware of the fact that his family could be in danger because of his job. He’s made (Y/N) aware of these risks, and she agreed that one day they’ll start a family. She’ll wait until Spencer is ready.
That conversation was nearly two years ago. Nothing has happened since.
When Spencer’s alarm wakes her up and there’s some movement beside her, she keeps her eyes closed. If she opens them then the day will be real. She isn’t sure if she’s ready.
Spencer wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her limp body against his. He begins to press soft kisses to her cheek and jaw. A smile breaks out on (Y/N)’s lips as he begins to hum “Happy Birthday” in her ear.
She can’t help but feel a little happy to be celebrating her birthday with her boyfriend, who just happens to also be her birthday twin.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Spencer mumbles against the swell of her ear. “I know that you aren’t fond of birthdays but I promise this will be the best birthday you have ever had.”
(Y/N) finally opens her eyes and rolls onto her back to look at Spencer. “You say that every year, Spence,” she points out.
“You cannot tell me that the past few birthdays you’ve had haven’t been some of the best birthdays,” he says.
They have been. There is no doubt about that. Being able to celebrate a birthday with the love of your life always makes for a good birthday. (Y/N)’s birthdays have definitely been so much better since Spencer stumbled his way into her life.
“You’re right,” she replies as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday to you too, by the way. Sorry you have to go to work today.”
Spencer leans down and pecks her lips. “I told Hotch I needed to leave early so we can get to the restaurant on time for our reservations,” he tells her before he kisses her one more time. “He said it was no problem so I’ll be picking you up from here at six.”
(Y/N) smiles and pushes Spencer’s hair out of his face. “Remind me to thank him for letting you go early,” she teases. “At least I get to have dinner with my boyfriend on our birthday this year.”
Last year, Spencer was in Colorado for a case and it was a week later when he finally got back and they got to have their birthday dinner.
“Hotch said that if we get called out for a case that he would be okay if I left tomorrow to meet them,” he tells her. “I wanted to be here for our birthday. I wanted to be here for you.”
An involuntary smile forms on her lips. “You’d really stay here until tomorrow if your team got called away for a case?” she questions like she doesn’t believe him.
He nods and presses a longer kiss to her lips. “Hotch’s exact words to me were ‘I was young and in love once’ so I guess he understands,” Spencer replies. “What do you want for breakfast? Pancakes? Waffles?” Her ears practically perk up at the mention of waffles. “Waffles it is then. Go take a shower and breakfast will be ready for you in the kitchen.”
After one more kiss, Spencer rolls out of bed. (Y/N) sits up and watches his cute butt gets dressed after their night together. She can’t help but gnaw on her bottom lip as she watches him get dressed into his outfit for the day.
It’s days like these where she thinks Spencer is glad he wears suits to work. He doesn’t need to come back and change after work, depending on what he does at work.
Spencer turns and catches (Y/N) watching him. “You just watched me get dressed, didn’t you?” he asks.
“Guilty,” she laughs. (Y/N) grabs Spencer’s Caltech shirt from the floor and pulls it over her head before she gets up. “You have a very cute butt and I couldn’t resist.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Spencer replies after (Y/N) presses a chaste kiss to her lips. “Go shower. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
She nods and walks toward the bathroom that is connected to their shared bedroom. She pulls off the t-shirt before she turns on the shower and gets the water to a lukewarm temperature.
Her body is still sore from last night’s activities. The warm water helps her muscles relax. She lets out a soft sigh when the water touches her tense muscles.
She lets the water run over her body before she begins her routine.
The shower goes by quicker than she would like, but she does a full shower. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, shave, and exfoliation. Not in that order but she makes it a point to shave and exfoliate her skin.
She wants to look and feel good when she goes out tonight.
After her shower, she dries her body and towel dries her hair since she’ll mess with it later when she gets ready for dinner. In the bedroom, she pulls on one of Spencer’s button-up’s that have grown too small on him and a pair of boxers he’s given her before she peddles her way to the kitchen.
The sound of beeping greets her when she walks into the kitchen. Spencer is pulling a freshly cooked waffle out of the iron. It smells so sweet in the room.
(Y/N) comes up behind Spencer and wraps her arms around her boyfriend’s waist. “Good shower?” he asks as he pours another round of batter into the iron.
“Would’ve been better if you were in there with me,” she admits. “You know how much I like it when you wash my hair. Feels so good.”
Spencer laughs as he prepares (Y/N)’s plate. He pours syrup over the waffles before he sprays some whipped cream on the top waffle. He turns around and offers her the plate. “I just have one more waffle to finish up then I’ll join you at the table,” he tells her.
She nods and accepts the plate. After thanking him, she makes her way out to the dining room table. She gets settled in her normal seat.
A beep goes off and not two minutes later, Spencer is sitting across the table from her. They both begin to eat breakfast.
The waffles are light and fluffy. The syrup adds to the sweetness already in the waffles and the whipped cream adds a creamy texture to them. (Y/N) can’t help the groan that passes her lips as she chews the first bite.
“If your career at the FBI doesn’t work out, you should become a chef, Spence,” she compliments. “These are amazing.”
A smiling Spencer says, “I just know how you like your waffles. That’s it.”
She returns the smile as she takes another bite.
This morning has been amazing. Waking up to kisses and Spencer humming in her ear. A nice shower and delicious pancakes.
But something has been lurking in the back of her mind. Something she’s been wanting to know for over a year.
“Um, Spencer?” she asks to get his attention. “I’ve been thinking about something recently and I wanted to know if your feelings have changed on it.”
He raises his eyebrows and looks at her. “What have you been thinking about?”
“A family,” she hesitantly tells him. “With you. I know you said you weren’t ready to start one almost two years ago and I wanted to see where you stood on this since it’s been a while she’s either of us has brought it up.”
Spencer finishes chewing before he replies. “My job hasn’t changed, (Y/N),” he tells her. “It’s still incredibly dangerous and I don’t want to put you or any kids we have at risk.”
Her heart sinks at Spencer’s words.
“I turned 30 today,” she tells him after his words have sunk in. “I don’t have a lot of time left to have a baby.”
Spencer takes another bite of his waffles while (Y/N)’s sit forgotten. “Women can have babies well into their forties and even fifties,” he comments. “You have time to have a baby.”
“I don’t want to be 40 when I have my first baby!” she blurts out. “I know your job is dangerous but I want a family, Spencer. I don’t want to be in my sixties when our child graduates high school and college. I want to be alive to see my grandchildren. You’re twelve years older than me so you’d be in your seventies when our children graduate if I wait until I turn 40 to start a family. Do you really want that?”
At that moment, Spencer’s phone begins to ring. It’s buzzing cuts through the tense silence that has formed between them. She stares at Spencer as he answers the call. “Yeah, I’ll be in soon,” is all he says before he hangs up the phone. “Um, Hotch wants me in early. There’s a case but it’s local so I’ll be able to pick you up at six, okay?”
Tears form in her eyes as Spencer gets up and runs away from the conversation. He kisses her forehead before he mumbles an “I love you” and walks out the door.
(Y/N) watches as Spencer leaves their apartment.
That’s not the answer she hoped he would have. She was hoping that he’d say that he’d love to start their family. She was hoping that he’d say that he’s ready.
Clearly he’s not, and she has some things to think through.
So much for this birthday being the best birthday she has ever had.
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Despite being upset, (Y/N) does begin to get ready at five for Spencer to pick her up for dinner. She has been answering calls and texts all day, including some from Spencer’s team. Penelope actually called her while she was waiting on something to come in about the case to wish her a happy birthday.
She wasn’t feeling very happy when she answered the phone.
The restaurant they’re going to is fancy so (Y/N) grabs a short, slim fitting red dress. The collar is drapped and the sleeves are really chains that crisscross on her exposed back. She pairs the dress with a matching pair of heels. She curls her hair and lets it fall down her back. She does a red and black smokey eye look with dark red lipstick.
Well, at least she looks good. She doesn’t feel good at the moment.
She doesn’t even want to go to dinner at this point. She’d rather stay home and read a book with a glass of wine in her hand than possibly have a second tense conversation like the one she and Spencer had this morning.
At six on the dot, (Y/N) grabs her clutch, keys, and phone before going downstairs to meet Spencer so they can get to the restaurant for their 6:30 reservation.
Five minutes later, Spencer is pulling up in his car. “Hi, beautiful,” he says as he gets out of the car. “Sorry I’m a few minutes late.”
With a quiet shrug, (Y/N) gets into the passenger seat of the car with her boyfriend’s help. She looks out the window at the setting sun while Spencer gets in and begins to head toward their destination for the night.
“JJ and Emily pitched in and got me a small cake,” he tells a silent (Y/N). “Derek badly sang ‘Happy Birthday’ while I blew out the candle. Rossi took some pictures so you’ll have to ask him for those. Then Hotch told us about the case. I’ll spare you those details because it’s really gruesome and not what you want to hear at the moment.”
Spencer seems really happy with how his day has gone while (Y/N) cried as soon as he walked out the door this morning.
She truly understands why Spencer isn’t ready to have kids and start a family. He told her all about what happened to Hotch’s ex-wife and son. He told her all about the threats that his mother has gotten over the years and the threats his team’s families have gotten.
It’s a terrifying thought to bring a child into danger, but they aren’t in danger. In the three years they have been together, (Y/N) hasn’t been harmed or had her life threatened. That should be some reassurance to Spencer, right?
Right?
“Have you really not changed your feelings on having kids with me?” she asks all of a sudden when Spencer comes to a stop at a red light. “You don’t have a biological clock when it comes to having kids. You can get someone pregnant when you’re 80 if you wanted to. I can’t. That’s why I’m bringing this up again. I have a good 10 or 15 years left in me, but I don’t want to wait that long.”
Spencer looks over at her. “I understand, (Y/N),” he says. “I see it from your perspective. See it from mine.”
She raises her eyebrows. “I have!” she exclaims. “I saw it when you explained to me a few years ago why you weren’t ready. You’re 42 now, Spencer. I’m 30. We’re not getting any younger. I understand you have a risky job, but that shouldn’t hold you back from starting a family. If it’s me, then just tell me.”
He pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant and parks the car. He turns to (Y/N) and says, “It’s not you, baby. I promise it’s not you. I’m just scared to bring kids into my life with a risk of losing them, or them losing their mother because of my job. It’s not you. It’s literally me as much as I hate to say that because it’s so cliché. We will start a family one day. I’ve promised you that. You will have kids by the time you’re 40.”
(Y/N) nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he tells her. “I understand your frustration. I hear you. Don’t worry. We will have a family one day.”
She nods again in reply before they get out and walk into the restaurant. Spencer laces their fingers together as they walk through the door. She smiles to herself and looks down at her feet as she walks.
“Hi, reservation for two under the name Reid,” Spencer says when they walk up to the hostess stand.
She nods and grabs two menus for them. “Come with me, Mr. Reid,” she replies. When she walks into the dining room, Spencer and (Y/N) follow her. She sits them down at a table for two. “Your server will be right with you.”
They both thank her and begin to look over the menus in front of them.
The pasta dishes sound the most appetizing to her at the moment. She might get some kind of pasta dish. Maybe pair it with a glass a wine if she decides to get a drink with her dinner.
Their waitress comes and gets their drink and meal orders. Spencer gets a steak dish while (Y/N) ends up getting the pasta dish she wanted. Neither of them get alcohol to drink.
She plays with her thumbs and Spencer asks, “What did you do today? Did your parents call you?”
“Yeah,” she mumbles. “I wasn’t really in the best mood to talk to them though since you decided to leave and not talk to me.”
Spencer frowns. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I know I didn’t leave you with much of an answer because I had to go to work.” He reaches across the table and rests his hands on hers. “I promise tonight will be better. Okay?”
“You also promised that today would be a good day,” she replies. “It hasn’t, Spencer.”
Their drinks come and (Y/N) pulls her hands apart.
Silence fills the air between them. The soft chatter of people around them keeps it from being dead quiet between them.
(Y/N) goes back to playing with her thumbs and sips her glass of water.
“I was going to wait to do this until we left and I brought you to the spot we met but I can’t keep telling you that I don’t want something when I do,” Spencer suddenly says. She raises her eyebrows. “I do want to start a family with you, (Y/N) baby. I love you and I’d do anything to start a family with you because you’d be such an amazing mother. I want you in my life for the rest of it. I want to navigate the risks and dangers with you. With this, I promise to take care of you and keep you safe. I promise to make every birthday the best one because I know how much you hate today.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widen when Spencer slides out of his chair and down to one knee beside her. He pulls a box out of the pocket of his suit. “Spencer,” she gasps. “I-”
The box is pulled open and inside is a diamond ring. The tears that form in her eyes make the sparkling ring a little blurry. “(Y/N) (L/N), my love,” Spencer finishes. “Will you marry me and start a family with me?”
She doesn’t know what to say. She’s still so upset, but now she knows why he kept telling her today that he wasn’t ready.
He was going to surprise her with a proposal.
“You’re not just asking me because I’m upset about our conversations, are you?” she asks. “Because I am going to actually kill you if you are.”
Spencer laughs and shakes his head. “This was the plan all along,” he tells her. “I’m asking you because I love you and want to marry you.”
The smile that she was trying to suppress finally breaks out on her lips before she nods. “Then yes,” she says. “I will marry you, Spencer Reid.”
Everyone around them begins to cheer as Spencer pulls the ring out of the box and slides it onto her left ring finger. She pulls him into a soft kiss while he’s still down on his knees next to her.
Their dinner comes and a free dessert right after. (Y/N)’s mood is completely different when they walk out of the restaurant to go back to their apartment.
She’s engaged now. The family she has always wanted is finally coming together.
Maybe birthdays aren't the worst thing in the world anymore.
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blow me like a candle • e. jaeger
Eren was never really a fan of parties or celebrating birthdays at all for that matter but (y/n) knows just the trick to make his special day one worth remembering.
cw: black fem reader, musician eren x influencer reader, oral sex (m/f receiving, he eats ass for like .1 seconds 😭), food play, squirting, toy use, public play, aggressive eren, mentions of car sex, masturbation, choking, overstim, kitchen sex, pet names, cumshot, breeding, (princess, daddy, baby)
wc: 4.1k
📝: y’all know I couldn’t let baby boy’s special day pass without doing something for my fav ship! Hope y’all enjoy. Happy belated to my beloved!
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“And who all did you invite?” “Just a few friends, that’s all.” “Get to naming or I’m not going.”
the expected banter between you and your fiancé had been going on for nearly an hour now. All this amid your preparations and planning for the one day a year that you’d have to all but force him to take it off.
“For real, EJ? It’s your own damn birthday party. How you not gone go?” Smacking your lips in pure frustration at your man. Honestly, you shouldn't be too surprised when dealing with someone so stubborn and ornery. For the three years that you had been together, March thirtieth seemed to be a day of dread rather than enjoyment for the disgruntled musician. Fans had already begun flooding his inbox, comments and mentions with love, adoration and fan edits of the man who brought them a plethora of hits over the years. Some even consider him the sole reason they were even on this planet. Celebrating the life of EJ the Don..you were scrambling all week, planning a party for him in secrecy, hoping to surprise the rapper but with a bit of digging and zero resolve from his assistant, he quickly discovered your plan and voided it immediately. While everyone else was showering him with love and hoping to make his twenty eighth trip around the sun a happy one, Eren was too busy being glued to his next online match and dismissing any and all talk about some extravagant party. Including his own wife to be!
“Because (y/n), it’s pointless. A bunch of people who don’t even fuck with me on a regular day, running in my face and being annoying. Why should I spend my day in a loud restaurant or looking at Jean’s ugly ass mug when I could sit right here, kick my feet up, play some COD…..” His words trailing off while pulling you toward him with a gentle grasp on your wrist. “And eat frosting off your ass. Is that too much for a man to ask?” You’d all but dismissed him, rolling your eyes as he burst into laughter. It was obvious he wasn’t going to make this easy. “I’m serious though, princess. There’s just no use in wasting time or money on something like this. I’m happy right here with you.” At the end of the day, it was his decision. But a last ditch effort at guilt tripping couldn’t hurt! Folding your arms over your chest, (y/n) pushed your lip into a pout, giving him those glaring brown eyes. The ones he could never resist or say no to. Truthfully, you wanted him to have a nice time and gather all of the people who cared about him in one place. For once, let him be the one taken care of..
“I get it, I’m sorry..” “it’s fine, I just rather—“ but before he could finish his sentence, you began in on your little tirade and even threw a few tears in to make it plausible. “I mean, I just wanted you to have a good day, that’s all..I guess it really doesn’t matter.” In the midst of your little tirade, his smile would quickly fade into a look of confusion. Now he felt bad! Here you were planning and expending all of this energy into a gathering, spending your own money and resources to give him an amazing night and he’d rather spend it playing some stupid game. Unbelievable! Refusing to see his baby upset, regardless of his better judgment, Eren released a huff and got up to console you. “Calm down, princess..alright, you win. I’ll go.” Just then, that seemingly somber glare turned to one of pure excitement! “You mean it?! Oh my goodness, I’m so happy!—“ but there was one minor stipulation he wanted to attach to this little acceptance offer. In mere seconds, that deviant grin was back plastered across his handsome face and you couldn’t help but get the sneaking suspicion that something insane was swirling around in that big ass head of his. “One condition.” The only words he uttered to grab your attention. Cradling your waist tightly and running his hand across the lower part of your stomach. “I’ll go to your party, because I know you worked so hard planning it. BUT…there is something you have to do for me..” just then, you’d freeze in his clutch, wondering what exactly this man had in mind. Granted, he would’ve been perfectly content with just you, a blunt and his PlayStation but since you were all but forcing him to participate in this little charade, he might as well be entertained while going and he knew just the trick to doing so! “What is it?…” but alas, you wouldn’t receive your answer right away. Just as you had done for him, you’d let his mind wander and contemplate what could be. Walking off towards the kitchen after parting with a peck to the cheek, Eren just burst into laughter at the thought of his own sinister plot. “ ‘EJ, stop playing. What is it?”
“I’ll tell you just like you told me..it’s a surprise.” And suddenly, you knew the next few days of anticipation of what was up his crafty little sleeve.
it wouldn’t be until the night of his much anticipated soirée that you’d find out just what he was up to! By that time, it was too late and he had surely set you up! Because what other way..what gift would be greater than to force (y/n) into sporting a controlled vibrator for the duration of the event?! Underneath your shimmery designer, thigh length dress and thin pink panties lay a discreetly hidden device..shoved inside of you and controlled by his hands. Even with the promise of wanting to do anything to make his special day the best and just genuinely happy, you couldn’t believe that this was his request! Coupled with the fact that he didn’t want to be around all of these people anyways? You were certainly in for a hell of a night. Forcing him to do social interaction; the one thing he despises most on his birthday…this was karma! So as you sat by his side at Casa Tua..across from a table of his peers as they poured alcohol and sang his praises, he was casually tapping away at his screen, tormenting you with each passing second. That silicone mashed up against your mound and whirled around in your flesh. Tiny shocks of stimulation sporadically hitting your clit. Gifts and wrapped packages surrounded the table, lavender ambience lighting scattered above you and your company as he swirled his thumb pad around and drove up the frequency, making it nearly impossible for you to keep your composure. “..you’re the worst.” “You did say you’d do whatever I wanted.” To which you had no choice but to agree. No matter how flustered you were, clenching your thighs together and chewing at your lip. Everyone around you cackling, bantering among themselves. Meanwhile, you’d keep your hands entangled around his arm, clutching each time he hit another pulse. Trying to shield your face from being spotted. “No need to hide that pretty face..let everybody see how much you’re enjoying this.” Snickering from behind his palm as he gave that small dot another spin and watched you peel over once more; clutching his arm in the process. However, he was unphased and continued sipping at his champagne flute full of Moët. That smirk riddled across his face. He only wanted you to cave so that he could inevitably risk you away but your pride wouldn’t allow it. After having made your little spectacle and pleading the case as to why he needed to be drug out of the house, you were going to pay for this!
“..why don’t you moan a lil’ bit for me, baby? Tell me how good that feels inside of you..” It was at that exact moment, the waiter began dispersing meals around the table and neither of you could focus on the delectable dishes in front of you for the fact that the only thing you wanted was to devour each other! Eren was growing farther aroused and impatient by the second. Wishing he could tear you out of that dress that had your titties looking so juicy stuffed up in it. That made the curvature of your plump ass sit just right and of course, there was that beautiful face…one he wanted to fuck relentlessly until you stained his dick with that sticky gloss. “Or better yet..say the magic words and I’ll make it stop.” All the while taunting you with higher frequencies..whispering in that low deep tone that always drove you mad with lust. Whimpering through muffled lips, (y/n) cradled your face into his shoulder blade and to play it off, he’d coil a hand around your back when the server made his way to your side. “Had a little too much to drink..lightweights.” Chuckling with the man before he walked off. Buying you a bit more time as you rutted your dripping cunt against that toy. Staining the seat of your panties in that slick…a mess he had to see for himself. Luckily for the both of you, everyone was a bit preoccupied with their own side conversations to notice that he was discreetly tugging back your thong and exposing that swollen clit to the cool elements. “…I bet you want to let it out so bad, don’t you? Ride my fingers instead…or better yet…” just then, you’d feel his middle and ring fingers swirling your swollen bud, eliciting a gasp from you. “I can give you this dick. Whatever you want, princess. All you have to do is say it. Don’t be so stubborn..” that smug look had turned into a full blown grin because he was getting an absolute thrill out of all of this. The longer you waited, the further you prolonged your own orgasm. There was no point in pretending you could handle it. “ ‘Ren..” “Say it.” So reluctantly but eventually…you’d cave! In a shrill moan, still cradling his forearm through his white button down, you’d utter the one phrase he was looking for:
“…take me home.”
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thirty minutes later
after having abandoned the restaurant and all of your unsuspecting friends, the two of you jetted out of the eatery; his arm cradling you as he carried you from the establishment. From there, his plan was in motion. Funny enough, the two of you had devised your escape plan in the event that you couldn’t hold out; under the guise that you had fallen ill after one too many glasses of liquor. Putting on one hell of an act, so much so, an Oscar should’ve been seated next to his five Grammys. Either way, it worked and once valet wrangled his red McLaren to the forefront of the building, you were out of there! The brief drive home was equally as thrilling as the rush you got from potentially being caught. Whilst he maneuvered the wheel, trying to get you guys home quickly, you’d indulge him from the passenger’s seat; legs parted to either side, facing him whilst playing with that pretty pussy. Gently rubbing on yourself to release that tension building in your body. In the confines of this car, you were free to scream as loudly as possible, say whatever you please. Pumping those digits in and out, creaming all over them as you moaned for the man responsible. Even squirting and drenching his leather interior, which brought a big smile to his face. “You’re so fucking sexy, oh my god…”
so it came as no surprise when you got through the front door of your home, things only escalated…whisking you around whilst making out. Pinning you against the wall with his knee parting your thighs. Eren slid those nimble digits between your folds… whimpering and grunting against your lips. Tugging your top down and sucking on your nipples. Ravaging every inch of your body he could get his hands on..those tattooed fingers pinching, pulling and spanking you as he saw fit. Who needed two hundred dollar dinners when he could devour you as he saw fit? Naturally, it was only fitting that he take you to the kitchen, set you atop the counter and really start the party..no pun intended!
“Open those fucking legs, hurry up.” From the switch of tone in his voice, you knew for certain he was done playing these games. All night, he had been watching you strut in that tight little two piece..teasing him and practically begging for him to get that pussy. How envious he was of that Lush Vibrator being buried deep in your greedy little cunt. He could’ve had it all a lot sooner had you just let him stay home, now..it was time to put his claim on it. Not wasting another second of his precious time, (y/n) parted those thighs as far as you could spread them and held them in place with your palms. Gripping the thick of that ass and staying steady for him. It was a beautiful sight.. “..Eren, baby. I need it so bad. I need that dick..” desperately declaring as you watched him strip himself of his own clothing. “I know, baby. I got you..” Your panties tugged to the side by a finger hooked around the material and heels dangling in the air. Trust, he wanted to fulfill your desire for the both of you but there was one thing he needed before doing so. See, he had plans all night of how he wanted to go about this…the fantasy plaguing his perverted mind for days. With his shirt finally unfastened, he’d toss it to the floor, starting on his belt next as he beelined for the fridge. You already looked absolutely delectable and divine, but this would just set it over the top. When he retrieved his sought after item, you’d smirk and begin laughing when you saw what he had. “First though, let me have a lil’ taste of you.” Brandishing in his hand a canister of whipped frosting, Eren removed the top and tilted it downward, leaving a few little dots on your neck, nipples..along with a trail going down your exposed stomach. Even leaving a few on your asscheeks. Pink confectionery laden across your beautiful dark skin..it was the sweetest treat he could ask for. Bending down, he’d grasp your chin lightly and shove his tongue into your mouth, flinging it around as you engaged in sloppy kisses. It was almost criminal how badly he wanted you..cupping your breasts in your palms, you’d watch him closely as he lowered his head to begin lapping up those tiny piles of frosting. Slowly, he’d twirl his tongue around your perky mocha nipples; softly suckling them off. (Y/N) trailed those freshly done nails through his hair. Those narrowing eyes glaring at him as he glided down your body.
“Mmphm!” Sharply exhaling in reaction to his careful movements. He could tell that you were thoroughly enjoying this little display of foreplay. “I’ve been waiting all night for this..” Slowly but surely swiping up the sugary trail, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you. It wasn’t until he reached your mound did he pick up that can once more and dot your clit with the same substance. “Let me see your hands, baby?” Cooing to you in that sweet tone as he intertwined your fingers and shifted his focus to your slit, slurping on those delightful juices; stirred up by all the teasing. The mixture of your natural taste and that subtle sweetness of that frosting intermeshed for a delicious flavor. He was in absolute bliss at the moment, enjoying every bit of that body that he had been denied all evening. Because of that, he was going to ensure that he ate your pussy until his jaws locked up. For his own pleasure and you could come, cry and whatever else you felt necessary but this was his right now. “Hnghhh!! ‘Ren…oh shit. Right there..eat this pussy..” He’d continue on, spitting down into those folds and your entrance, being stretched open by his two free fingers. Whilst the two of you held hands, he’d greedily feast, making loud moaning noises and vibrating against your plump lips. Soon, he’d turn his attention to your decorated backside and licked it clean; gently flicking his tongue across your asshole momentarily. By this time, your nectar was trickling down his chin and even to his throat; that bobbing Adam’s apple jumping as he drank in your divine mixture. Eren was so enamored that he didn’t want to come up for air even..only to praise you for doing so good for him. “Keep putting in my face, princess..mmm, fuck..” meanwhile, you had no idea just how hard you had gotten him through the concealment of those pants. Hearing the sounds of your smacking wetness and little voice calling out for him. He’d proceed to tongue fuck and give you insurmountable pleasure, so much so that you reached another orgasm, but it was right before you could make it to a third did he cease and come up for air. His mouth and cheeks eventually stained in that syrupy sex. “C’mere..” demanding in a breathy wind as he clutched your throat and meshed your mouths together.
with the opposite set of digits, he’d undo the button of his black pants and tug his boxers down his waistline. That thick cock; swollen and throbbing with desire for you. “I want you so bad…want you so fucking bad..” by this time, becoming quite needy as he gripped his shaft and drug it across that aching cunt. Glaring with watchful eyes, (y/n) nibbled at your bottom lip in anticipation and Eren had no plans to keep you waiting for long! “..Take it…” “..give me that pussy. Open it up f’r me..” using your fingers to part that pretty slit open and seconds later, his tip made home inside of you.. “f-fuck!” Normally, he’d be gentle and all for going slow..taking his time but after being edged along for teased, he was about to tear your shit up! The initial sensation catching him up a bit until he gained a rhythm and the two of you finally found yourselves in sync. That leg draped over his shoulder and shook as he began to thrust. In and out..feeding you a couple deep ones, only to draw out some of that silky cream. Pumping until he was able to fit half way. “..you gonna let me have this pussy, baby? You can take more, I know you can. ‘S so tight..” baiting you along with that sweet charm, all while choking you out for added stimulation. He didn’t let you take your eyes off of him for one second, wanting to see each of those beautiful reactions. Even when you began to shed a small tear and whimper. “You can take this dick f’r me, can’t you? Let me put that shit in your stomach? That’s the only gift I want..” “..mmmm..yeah. I can take it, daddy. Give it to me!” Begging him to increase his speed and beat your shit sore if that’s what he desired. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long before he hit his stride. You’d find yourself clutching the sides of that countertop, bracing yourself for that brutal pounding. The sounds of your rough love making ringing throughout the room, all that passion and affection coursing between your sweat riddled bodies. “Right there, right there! Please don’t stop, ‘Ren! I’m gonna come.” That much apparent by the tight clutch of your cunt around his shaft. That milky white sheath coating him…but he knew what was coming next and he couldn’t wait to feel it. So much so, he’d massage your clit and bait you on.
“Squirt on this dick then..come all over it..” Coaxing out that sticky rain as he swiped his fingers across your bud and let it spray his lower abdomen. Your body shook violently in reaction to that pent up orgasm. The third one you’d experienced tonight and you weren’t sure how many more you could handle. However, your husband-to-be was going to put it to the test! “Thaaat’s my girl. But you’re not done..I know you got more.” Gritting his teeth and grunting in your ear. Giving you only seconds to adjust before folding you yet again and doubling down, folding you into a bit of a mating press to really pound your pussy. “AHH! Fuck, fuck…” making you yelp in an excessively high pitched voice as your skin smacked and collided in a fury. His entire pelvis soaked in slick as he slammed those full balls against your backside. The two of you were making a beautiful, aggressive, mess…letting him have all of you was more than he could ask for on a day like this! Soon though, you wouldn’t be the only one reaching climatic bliss as you felt him swelling up inside of that tight womb. “Imma—imma nut in that fucking pussy!” “Come in me, ‘Ren! Nut in this pussy, daddy!” Emptying his sack shortly thereafter and letting the remnants spill into you. Both of you releasing ear shattering cries simultaneously.. “..oh my God..” “..oh shit.”
even so, that still wasn’t all he had in the tank! Once he pulled out, letting the pulsating shaft hit the cool air; withdrawing from your sore warmth to give it a break. “..yeah, I need that throat now. Clean me off, baby.” And you were thrilled to oblige! Helping you to the floor, placing you on your knees, Eren positioned himself in front of you and kept that hair reigned back as he let you work your magic. “..you’re so fucking pretty..gone let me fuck this face..” just in pure awe of how gorgeous you looked, despite being put through the wringer by him. With tear stained eyes and running makeup, you’d laugh and ask that he pass you the frosting. Now it was his turn to be devoured and sucked up. The best finish to an already wonderful night. You were so thankful that he whisked you away from that party now! Tilting that canister up, you’d spray a single line across his aching cock and quickly slide your tongue across it shortly thereafter. “Mmmmm..yeah..see how good you taste?” Nodding your head as you began bobbing it back and forth. Cleaning up your mixture of cum and the pink cream splattered all over his lower half. You didn’t even need hands..taking him to the hilt in the back of your throat only moments after beginning. Eventually, you’d start implementing twisting palms and drawing out not only more of his moans but the remainder of that nut as well. “Are you going to come for me?..come all in this mouth?” Fluttering those adorable eyes that made him weaker than he already was. (Y/N) would open your mouth wider, preparing yourself to be drenched in that warm seed. You knew he couldn’t withstand it much longer. That thumping was growing by the millisecond and as you’d twist him around in your palms..”OHHH! FUCK…”
you’d find yourself absolutely saturated in that hot white semen. Covering your face, mouth and titties..to which you’d proudly parade with a wide smile on your face. Wiping it clear from your eyes with his thumb, Eren would lean down and give you the biggest kiss he had mustered all night. He couldn’t believe the aftermath of what you two had created. But you both could do nothing but burst into laughter..
“Damn..kinda went overboard, huh?”
“You think so?” regardless, his happiness was your main concern and giving him the best present a man could ask for. He couldn’t imagine celebrating any other way!..grasping your chin once more, he couldn’t help but to keep showering you with pecks, even after swallowing his cum.
“Hey..happy birthday, baby..” Knowing that dinners, expensive gifts..whatever, nothing else could top this.
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So, I'm not a prisoner? extra
masterlist part 1 part 2 part 3 extra
summary: you did not expect that your mission to take down the traitor, could end in such a difficult situation for you…
pairing: Natasha x Red Room teen reader
warnings: none
genre: fluff
words: 1117
a/n: this is purely because it’s my birthday :)
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You had been with the Avengers for a few months, and according to the file you once found, your birthday was coming up. You didn’t really care much for it. You had never celebrated a birthday in your life. Natasha, however, was determined to change that.
She and the other Avengers had it all planned out. They had been preparing for weeks to make sure you had the most amazing birthday ever.
After weeks of making you try all different kinds of cake and foods, Wanda had documented what your favourite foods were, and she had remember all your dislikes.
And so, Tony made sure he had ordered the best, most delicious birthday cake in existence. Bucky, Sam, and Steve were in charge of decorations. Clint and Natasha were in charge of presents, Wanda and Bruce, who turned out to be a surprisingly good cook, were in charge of the food, and Thor had made sure to bring you something nice from Asgard.
You had no idea any of this was happening. Of course, you had caught on that something was going on. You were a spy, after all, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what the other Avengers were hiding from you.
You had tried on many occasions to make some of them crack, wanting to know what they were keeping from you. Many times, you nearly succeeded, but Natasha was always around to point out your behaviour, making the Avengers you were questioning shut up.
However, it seemed that Natasha was finally going to tell you what was going on.
When you went to bed that night, she came into your room, sitting on your bed.
“I just want you to know, that tomorrow we have a party for you. We didn’t want to spring it on you,” Natasha explained, smiling at you as she stroke your hair.
“A party? Why?” You asked, looking at Natasha confused.
“Well, tomorrow is your birthday, and it is custom that people’s birthdays are celebrated,” Natasha explained, and you nodded in understanding. You took a few moments to think, before you decided to ask some questions.
“Will there be cake?” you asked, remembering a movie where you saw someone having a cake on their birthday.
Natasha smiled at your innocence and nodded. It was unbelievable to her how you, after having been through so much, were still able to hold the innocence in your eyes.
“Of course there will be cake,” Natasha said.
“Like in the movies?” you gasped excitedly, and Natasha chuckled, nodding with a smile.
“It’ll be just like the movies,” she promised, leaning forwards and giving you a kiss on your forehead. After saying goodnight, Natasha left the room, and you tried to sleep, although your excitement made it quite difficult.
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The next morning, Natasha was the one to drag you out of bed. You were tired and grumpy at first, until you remembered it was your birthday, and it was supposed to be an exciting day.
You were out of bed and ready after that thought immensely quick, joining Natasha who stood outside your door, waiting for you.
She led you to the common area, and you gasped as you saw all the decorations. The other Avengers were sat around the kitchen island, a stack of waffles sitting in the middle. You, however, were too busy admiring all the decorations. You couldn’t believe anyone would do something so nice for you.
Natasha smiled as she watched the look on your face. In these past few months, she had found there was no greater joy for her than to watch you be happy about something.
After you took all the decorations in, you moved to the counter, sitting on the barstool at the head. Even the barstool was decorated!
After everyone wished you a happy birthday, and you awkwardly thanked them for it seeing as though you were not used to having so much attention on you, Wanda started handing out the waffles she made, making sure you had all the toppings you could ever want.
Did Wanda remember everything you liked? Did she care so much about you?
Your brain was running a hundred miles an hour. A few months ago you couldn’t even see a future for yourself, and now you had people that cared so much about you that they even remembered your food preferences.
Honestly, you could have cried.
After breakfast, Natasha led you towards the seating area. A huge pile of birthday gifts was sitting on top of the coffee table, and any of the Avengers could notice how your face lit up when you saw it.
Natasha told you to sit down on the couch, and after you did, the other Avengers joined you, either sitting down on the other couches, or taking a seat on the floor.
Natasha had given everyone specific instructions not to sing for you, knowing how it was all probably already overwhelming for you. She didn’t want to scare you off. And lets be honest, who actually enjoys being sung for?
Natasha was the first to hand you a present, sitting next to you and placing a kiss on your forehead, whishing you a happy birthday.
You thanked her and opened the gift carefully, scared to rip the perfectly wrapped wrapping paper.
You soon realised it was a stuffed animal. Your favourite animal nonetheless. You smiled at the innocent and heartfelt gift. For some reason, the simple stuffed animal hit you really hard, and you stared at if for a moment, trying to hold back the tears.
Natasha took your staring as something else, and so became worried she had gifted you something you did not like.
“Do you like it?” Natasha asked carefully, but when you turned your head and she was met with your teary eyes, her worries settled immediately, opening her arms.
“I love it,” you cried, crawling into her arm and crying softly into her shoulder.
Natasha held you close as she rubbed your back, keeping one hand on your head to make you feel as safe as she could.
After your emotional breakdown, you managed to unpack all your other presents with enthusiasm, smiling and thanking everyone for each and every gift you received. You were certain these people were mind readers, as they managed to get you every single you wanted, or were interested in.
The day ended with an amazing dinner, cooked by Wanda.
After all the cake, snacks, and excitement, you ended up falling asleep not even half way through your favourite movie. All the Avengers smiled at the sight. You were a truly magnificent soul, and they didn’t know what they would do without you.
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lace and lust
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x f. reader
Word Count: 391
This fic contains: pwp, lingerie, spanking, hair pulling, hickies
Summary: You surprise Jensen for his birthday with something you know he would like.
Notes: It's national Jensen Ackles day so of course I was gonna write a quick fic in honor of today. This piece is for @the-slumberparty's Eight Types of Love challenge. The prompt I chose was Eros (sexual passion) - Lingerie.
Wearing lingerie stirred a hunger in Jensen the same way it brewed confidence for you. So when he was welcomed home with you in a red see-through robe that gave a sneak peak of your new lacy black bra and panties set, you were pleased to watch his lustful reaction to your wardrobe choice. The corner of his lips curved into a smirk that made your knees quiver. He didn't need to exchange words with you to know he craved you more than anything.
"Do you like it?" You asked, relieving the tension that fogged the bedroom.
"Oh, I do, baby," Jensen purred, his eyelids hooded and pupils dilated. "Turn around for me so I can get more of a good look atcha."
You obeyed with enthusiasm, slowly spinning to face your back towards him. Jensen muttered profanities under his breath as his gaze landed on your ass cheeks that poked out from your panties. A growl erupted from his throat as you bent over with your back arched. It was a picture perfect sight for the birthday boy, but he was too impatient and needy for you to snap a photo for future use.
Suddenly, a strong hand smacked one of your butt cheeks, causing it to ripple like a pebble in water. You gasped at the abruptness of the contact, but didn't have time to process it as Jensen slapped your other cheek with a tad more force than the last.
"Fuck, Jensen, more! Please," you whined in desperation. Jensen chuckled lowly behind you before giving you exactly what you desired. He alternated between both of your ass cheeks, adding more power to each spank, causing your moans to grow louder and breathier.
Once Jensen was satisfied with the damage done to your ass, he grabbed a fistful of your hair by the roots, yanking you up to press your back against his hard chest. His plump lips grazed against your neck, before sucking harshly on that sensitive spot that drove you wild. You whimpered at the delicious combination of his lips, tongue, and beard touching your skin, goosebumps pricking over your arms.
"Thank you for this nice birthday surprise," Jensen's Texan accent oozed over your ear like honey, and you wanted a taste. "If you don't mind, I'd like to unwrap my present and play with what's inside."
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And now a story for Shiro's birthday!
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Happy birthday, dear
Neuvillette x f!reader - Established relationship - Neuvillette takes care of reader after a long day of work - It's readers birthday - Fluff - Mentions of wearing heels - NO use of y/n
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FOR THE LOVELY NIKA ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ It's her birthday today (her timezone) Everybody wish her a happy birthday
@mxyarylla
Of course everyone can enjoy this, the birthday setting is for today's purpose :)
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The day before your birthday, of all the days your boss could pick, you're stuck with work all day. Around 11pm, you finally make it back home. You expect Neuvillette to be at work, like usual. The house is quiet, it's a comforting quiet compared to the noisey day at your job.
After locking the door, you hang your bag on a nearby hook and walk to your shared bedroom. You're surprised as you open the door and see the light on, your husband sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. He hears you come in, looking up to meet your eyes.
"You're back. How was work?" He closes his book and sets it aside.
You walk over to the bed and plop yourself down next to him. "Exhausting."
He chuckles, standing up before kneeling on the floor in front of you. He takes the tiny strap of one of your shoes and unbuckles it. Neuvillette never understood heels like this. Why make it so hard to come off? He does the same to the other one, letting the heels drop to the floor. He kisses your knee before looking back up at you.
"At least you are here now... Any longer, I would've had to come get you early."
"Really? I'd love to see that. Maybe I'll ask him to stay just a little longer next time, see what happens."
"Oh really?" he laughs and the room goes silent for a brief moment. Your eyes never leaving each other.
"For now, how about a bath?" Others would maybe think he's insulting you, but you understood.
"Now?" you grimace. "I guess it is necessary."
You pat his head before standing up, making your way to the bathroom. As you suspected, the bathtub is already full. The water is still hot and steaming, as if he timed it just right. There are foaming bubbles in the tub, you assume they are to relax you. After looking on a nearby counter, there's already a fresh towel for you to dry off with. On top of that, there's a silk pajama set placed neatly next to it. A color he likes to see you in often, blue.
You're in awe of his efforts when the very man who did all of this comes into the bathroom with you.
"Neuvi, you did all this?"
"It was not much. I simply wanted to make sure my lady was relaxed today."
You hug him tightly, his warmth soothing you even more. He rubbed your back, before kissing the top of your head.
You let go, smiling widely at him. "I'll go in now, then. Hopefully I don't fall asleep."
Neuvillette stiffens, suddenly worried that you may actually fall asleep in there.
I will stay in here with you, if you'd like?"
You nod. "I'll take you up on that offer!" Before undressing, and dipping yourself in the water. The temperature is comforting. It doesn't make you cold even for a second. You hum, satisfied with the bath.
Neuvillette puts his hair into a high ponytail, knowing it would get in his way later. He learned how to manage his hair a little more after your endless teachings of how to simply get it in a ponytail. But it was worth the effort, because he looked absolutely beautiful in that hairstyle.
He walked over to the bathtub and sat down next to it, leaning his weight on the tub.
"What would you have done if I came home late?" you grab a peice of his long hair and start playing with it, twirling it in your hands.
"What do you mean, exactly?" He asked in return.
"The temperature is still warm, it's very comforting. Like you just did this minutes ago. Yet, you were calmly sat with a book in your hand when I arrived."
He smiled slightly. "I cannot reveal my secrets."
"Really? How sneaky of you." You grinned.
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An hour passed and you were ready to get out from your bath.It had been spent chatting with Neuvillette as you soak in the warmth of his love and the temperature of the water.
Steam hit your face just right you nearly actually fell asleep while he ran out of things to say. You hop out and dry off your body with the towel he prepared for you.
Neuvillette offered to dry your hair which you glady took him up on.
Putting on the blue silk pajamas he picked out and heading to bed, happily. Neuvillette wraps you into an embrace underneath the sheets of your shared bedroom. You can feel yourself start to drift off immediately. A mix of a long day, with the relaxing night.
Or maybe because it was past midnight. "Happy birthday, dear." Neuvillette plants a chaste kiss on your forehead. You hear him, before letting out a simple thank you.
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Word count: 812
Yayy I finished! Ty Nika for being such an amazing person ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
I hope you enjoy this as a little treat for all your hard work recently loll
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What if ada handwrote the note to Leon in re6?
I slowly am growing out of genshin, I hope you understand!
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‘It’s My Birthday!’
Written for the @steddiemicrofic bonus challenge ‘birthday’, to celebrate @steddieas-shegoes’s special day! Happy Birthday Mickala! I hope you get all the cake you want! 😘😘😘😘
Rating: M | WC: 290 | CW: drinking, yearning, overt flirting | Tags: getting together
Written as an homage to a previous prompt, and because I can never get enough of ‘getting together’ fics.
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Someone once told Eddie, after he asked for more cake, “It’s your birthday, you can have whatever you want!”
Now it’s Munson Doctrine, and he’s made damn sure everyone knows.
The Party approach this date with trepidation, knowing Eddie’s antics will elevate past 11, and he’ll demand ridiculous and outrageous behaviour from his friends. But after their narrow (in Eddie’s case, miraculous) escape from the Upside Down horrors, they cut him some slack, and usually enjoy whatever frivolities the day presents.
Today, they’ve played paintball (“I want my friends to look like art!”), overeaten ice cream in horrendous flavour combinations (“I want everyone to have a tummy ache!”), and narrowly prevented Eddie from egging Hopper’s patrol car (“But it’s my birthday! I can have whatever I want, and what I want is a criminal record!”)
Steve knows what he’d like to give Eddie, but it’s definitely not something that could be… unwrapped in front of everyone. But he’s always been way too chickenshit to make a move.
So when Eddie decides that he wants tequila, Steve joins in, hoping the vile burn and foggy head might dull his yearning.
After the kids have gone and the others are packing up, a drunken Eddie saunters over to Steve.
Standing in front of him, their chests almost touching, he suddenly flings his arms around Steve’s waist, slapping his hands roughly onto his ass and grabbing handfuls of Steve’s buttocks.
“It is my birthday, you know…”
Steve panics. His face says I’m so casual about this, but his eyes are screaming What the fuck is going on?
“Yeah , Munson, I know. What- uh, what do you want?”
Pursing his lips, Eddie’s eyes flash and he squeezes, hard, as he replies,
“More CAKE!”
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7/Eleven
Hongjoong x f.Reader
Genre: Fluff (pure birthday fluff)
Warnings: None
A/N: I should've been reading research papers but Hongjoong's birthdate had me tripping. It's short but it's sweet❤️ Please remember to show some 🫶 if you like it.
"7/Eleven?"
"Mhmm." smiling at him, she tossed him a bun, "It reminds me of you." Propping down next to the man, in her swivel chair, one that he had got especially for her, for whenever she'd want to drop by his studio.
Baffled at the sudden confession he stared at her then the bun, "I...is it because of my birthdate and the name?" he asked, before gently ripping the bun in half, letting out a soft gasp when the raspberry filling inside began to ooze out, dripping onto the leg of his pants.
Clicking her tongue she reached for a tissue nearby and began to wipe off the jam from his leg, mumbling a "told you they were filled," before tossing the tissue aside and turning to poke the red stain on the blue denim.
"I said you remind me of 7/Eleven because it's my favourite store! It has everything, from food to snacks, to drinks, to tea to little trinkets!"
"Somehow..." Taking half of the bun he pressed it to her lips, her mouth instinctively parting, welcoming the tangy taste surrounding the soft texture of the bun, watching her chew he continued, "That explanation confused me more" he whispered, swiping the excess jam off the corner of her lip with his thumb, only to bring it back to his lips and taste it, humming in delight.
With a frustrated groan, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, the armrests of their chairs bumping into each other, "Man, you are so slow" whining she interlaced their fingers, with her free hand she reached for the remaining bun, and copied his movements, pressing the bun against his smirking lips.
Arrogant bastard.
With a little huff, she pressed the bun, making sure to make a mess with the jam, spreading it all over his lips before shoving the whole bun in his mouth. He jerked at the sudden roughness, letting out a low whine, since his dominant hand was occupied - held captive by her- he reached to wipe off the filling with his free hand, swiping at it with his index finger and then pressing it against her frown, "Okay, elaborate so my dumb brain can understand." With that he slipped the finger past her lips, watching her with great intent, letting her clean his finger with her pretty little mouth, pulling back with a loud pop, once she was satisfied.
"Didn't anyone tell you to not play with your food?" he mused, only for her to roll her eyes and glance down at their laced fingers.
"What I meant was, that it's a comfort store, it's bright, it's warm when you feel cold and cool when you feel hot. It has food that makes your heart swell with joy, and the store itself is like your companion. I've had so many lunches alone, and that store's always been my friend, one that never let me down" She paused to glance up at him, admiring how his cocky smirk had turned into a gentle smile, eyes boring a certain kind of softness that was only reserved for her, "Exam days or days where I just wanted to give up, I'd end up there, I don't know, I guess I was just drawn to it all, the low buzz of the fridges, the way the air carried a certain warm buttery scent to it, even if I didn't eat anything there or didn't need anything, I'd just be there, like I am here..." whispering she brought his hand closer, pressing a gentle kiss the back of his hand, "So, my birthday boy, you are my 7/Eleven, my companion, one who bought me a special chair for his studio, one who lets me eat here, lets me drop crumbs all over his desk, one who lets me sleep on the couch at odd hours of the night because I don't want to go home to an empty apartment."
Letting out a content sigh he smiled at her, the tips of his ears turning pink at her little confession, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as he turned around staring at the screen, letting out a, "Let's finish this quickly so I can treat my girl to a proper birthday dinner."
"Shouldn't I be giving you a treat, birthday boy?" she asked, now cleaning up the crumbs off his desk, earning a small nope from him.
A comfortable silence settled between the two as she leaned back in her chair, watching him type away, admiring the way the light reflected off his well-sculpted face, his giant glasses adding a touch of cuteness. Only to notice the boyish little smile that had her heart doing flips, one that he had given her when he had first confessed to her.
What she didn't know was that her little surprise visit was probably the best gift he had received today, one that he would cherish for years to come. It's not like this was the first time she had told him how much he mattered to her, but perhaps he was on the softer side today, perhaps his birthday made him feel more special, and perhaps she made him feel special.
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Happy Birthday, Pumpkin
Masterlist here.
Word Count: 1,000+
This is a fic in celebration for a birthday for a wonderful fic author, artist and musician who I have come to cherish. Happy birthday, babes! May your birthday stampede you into a merriment of unhinged creativity, love and adventure. @sordidmusings you are spectacular. I adore you, queen.
It has been a hot minute since I've loved on the clown, but I am more than happy to break that seal in celebration of your day.
Warnings: Fluff. Extra fluff. Pining, yearning. Fluff.
It had been months of longing, pining and yearning; always adoring from afar but falling within an uncomfortably close proximity to you. Your hair, your posture, your scented perfume that warmly welcomed the atmosphere surrounding you in a blissful melody.
Buggy was enamoured. Some could even say smitten.
The way he would always find himself seeking out your gaze as he relayed an unhinged and inappropriate joke; or offer a grimace-like smile, wincing his eyes in an upturned tilt when he dropped one of his juggling balls while attempting to entertain you.
Of all of the things he longed for most, from the touch of your skin in an embrace to the warmth of your hands to soothe over his hair to tame his long and wild locks – he was longing, pleading and begging with his twinkling teal eyes to meet his painted lips against your own in a simple kiss.
It didn’t have to be overly complicated or flashy, not at least the first time. Just a simple expression of the adoration he held for you in his cryptid and enthusiastic heart.
Each time he would almost bump into you in the hallways, he would immediately focus on the gasp falling from your parted lips. Accidentally opening the door to the communal shower-room, and finding you with a foamy toothbrush thrust between your teeth; he longed to lunge forward to remove the object and messily join with you in a jovial and romantic osculation with his lips firmly thrusting against your own.
He craved such an opportunity to kiss you. Ached within his bones to express how he truly felt about you. The only thing truly holding him back from claiming you within his arms and folding himself against your body, tilting and stooping to draw you in with his eyes closed and concentrated was the complete and utter terror he felt at the knowledge the feelings he felt for you was not reciprocated.
So he stopped, halting his motions at the last second: his hands stuttering as he drew his palm down to halt his trembling fingertips from its contact with your shoulder.
And then it happened. A single moment. A fixed point in time he could draw his lips intentionally against your own with no such consequence. Tradition determined it to be acceptable, and some could even say rude should the request be denied.
As he watched your knife slide into the caramelized top of the baked, fudgy cheese-cake and raked itself slowly through the creamy surface: his eyes widened with youthful hope you would shatter the buttery crumbed crust to project his dreams of a kiss into reality. Dipping in the indent, a slow drizzle of jammy fruit seeped into the crevasse you created within the slice as he heard the familiar crunch of the steel blade dividing itself into the biscuit base.
The clang of the blade as it met with the ceramic dish supporting the sweet dessert echoed in his mind, ringing in his ears with the hope he held within his heart that he would finally, at long last, have the opportunity to meet his lips against your own. His tongue darted out to dampen his bottom lip in anticipation, all actions reducing to a slowed pace as he watched your lips draw up to reveal your beautiful smile.
Your cheeks tinted with a warm flush, your eyes shining with both embarrassment at the tune offered in celebration of your birth, and the anticipation that the man you harboured hidden affection for was standing very close in proximity to your own. The rising rapidity of your heart had your breath catching in your throat as you withdrew the blade fully from the cake in front of you.
Candles whispering the memory of blown flame, smile plastered against your lips with your eyes upturning in joy; you looked immediately to the blue-haired clown beside you as the chorus of taunting jabs befell the crew in front of you.
“You gotta’ kiss the closest person!”
“Go on, give ‘em a kiss!”
“Don’t be shy!”
“Lay one on ‘em!”
A giggle fell from your parted lips, your broad smile faltering slightly to hold a coy and apprehensive grin. You blinked slowly, looking up at the man beside you with both anticipation and adoration.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want-,” your words were syphoned into the warm and deliberate lips of the blue-haired clown – literally taking your apprehensive words right out of your mouth to fall within his own.
Buggy’s heart was soaring, the moment he longed for most was now becoming a reality with little to no consequence. He smiled into the kiss, drawing up his gloved hands to cradle your face and tilting his head to deepen the kiss he was imparting onto you. Brows furrowed in passionate concentration, he utilised every muscle to halt his body from simply throwing his leg over your own and becoming comfortably sat atop your lap and drawing himself completely flush against your body.
His thoughts were becoming harder and harder to control, especially now you placed your right hand against his left hip to steady him against yourself. Tilting your head, you parted your lips and allowed an apprehensive gasp to fall from your mouth and into his own. Buggy’s gloved hand trailed back to rake your hair behind your ears, lacing his fingertips within your strands to clutch the back of your head more firmly. He stifled a whimpered groan that threatened to pass from his lips into your own, thoroughly attempting to withhold his joy from its expression - especially considering you both had an audience.
As you withdrew him from the embrace, you fluttered your eyes open to gaze at the closed eyes of the infamous clown-captain. His jaw was tense and concentrated, his face falling lower in its stoop to chase after your lips in reaction to your withdrawal. Brow furrowed, lips parted and smeared with the tint of red; the clown flittered his long, blue eyelashes open to gaze longingly into your eyes. A sigh fell from his lips as his jaw trembled in apprehension.
The bob of his Adam’s apple cemented his resolve as he leant forward to place his forehead affectionately against your own, whispering gently and dotingly into your smiling face:
“Happy Birthday, Pumpkin.”
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#one piece#opla#opla fic#one piece live action#x reader#buggy#captain buggy#buggy fic#buggy x you#birthday fic#loving on my moots
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.✦°. • Birthday boy ( ´∀｀)
warnings: none, just pure fluff and simp Quackity
a/n: HI GUYS, I had to speedrun this so if it feels rushed I’m so sorry 😿 but I put heart into it so I hope y’all enjoy!!
Ah the bed, what a glorious invention. It’s comfy, fluffy, warm and, most importantly, it’s where, usually, one of the best activities it’s conducted: sleeping.
Now, Alex loves working, he does! It’s written all over his projects. The passion that drives every piece of work he makes couldn’t be as strong as it is without determination and etiquette. After all, he is indeed THE Alex Quackity, creator of the first multilingual server with live translations.
But sometimes, just sometimes, he doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. His pounding head and aching eyes beg for rest on the daily, so it’s nice to actually give his body and his mind a moment to shut down once in a while.
A touch on his naked arm made him stir in his sleep. He groans. He wasn’t ready to let go of his sweet slumber just yet.
“Alex, baby, wake up, I’ve got something for you”.
An half-conscious grumble leaves him, which was more of acknowledgement of hearing your voice speak to him rather than an answer to whatever you were babbling about. Cause listen, as sleep deprived as he could be, nothing could separate him from his bed when he was actually set on resting.
“Baby c’mon, we can nap later”.
The soft feeling of pillowy lips pressing against his temple finally rouses him from his sleep. He sighs, a throaty, sleepy sigh, while stretching his back lightly.
“There you are baby”
The gears on Alex’s head are slowly turning as his systems finally makes sense of the world surrounding him. And while most of his mind is concentrated on your delicate hand stroking oh so lovingly his cheek, he can’t help but notice the delicious smell that was floating around the air.
He opens his eyes, now wanting to find out what exactly was making his taste buds tingle in curiosity.
Oh what a grave mistake that was.
A streak of sunlight pierces his eyes instantly, making him close them back on instinct with a weak cry.
“Noo turn off the lights” he drawls sleepily, shielding his poor, aching eyes with his arms. His mouth was still pasty from his sleep and he, quite frankly, didn’t understand what was the deal about waking him up so soon.
And then you laugh, and on a normal occasion he would’ve bite back, cause you were obviously laughing at his idiotic behavior, but he was sooo sleepy and your laugh sounded sooo pretty. (When did he go to sleep again? 2 Am?).
Slowly blinking the sleep out of his system, Alex was met with a rather endearing sight: there you stood, a cute, big grin brightening your face whilst you looked down at him with an amused gaze. He could tell you where sleepy yourself, if not by your tired eyes, by the dark circle that were adorning your features. After all, what did anyone expect from the partner of Quackity? Two sleep deprived people are better than one. (He’s not gonna delve into what seeing you standing there with only an old t-shirt of his was doing to his body).
“Good morning birthday boy”.
Oh, now he knows why you rudely (not really) woke him up.
“Hey” he mutters, scratching his crusty, tired eyes, hoping that the sleepy haze that was still clouding his mind will go away.
“Damn that’s all I get? Not even a pet name? We live in a society…” you frowned.
“Shut up” he snorts, looking back at you, just for his eyes to stop at a little red box you were holding. It is very pretty: a big yellow ribbon was tying together the bright red walls of the box, and hey, was that a duck painted on the side of it?
Before his fogged brain can even come up with a question, you are already in action.
“Stand still, your only job is to look pretty now”
He quirks a brow. He’s not sure of what you have going on today, but he’s in for it, especially since he can still smell the sweetness of the treat you’re hiding inside that box.
He sits up and his head lolls backwards onto the cupboard, giving him the perfect angle to watch you fiddling around.
“It’s rude to stare you know?”
“Mhh is it? Even when there’s something so beautiful to look at?” he replies, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you.
“You’re such a flatter” you sigh, yet he can see you hiding your smile in your arm.
You soon bring out a tray to him, which had a plate, a fork, an empty glass and a cute, pink piece of paper on top of it. You had obviously written on the paper - he could recognize your handwriting instantly in any context given - and really, it wasn’t even debatable since the paper read “Happy bday amor <3”.
He brought the paper up to his lips, leaving a soft peck on it before putting it on his nightstand. Was he dramatic with it? Yes, but he swears that when it comes to you he just can’t help himself but cherish everything you give him.
“Here you go, I hope you like it”.
You finally open the little box, reveling an adorable, tiny chocolate cake. It was simple: it was round, not more than 10 centimeters wide, and it feature a raspberry and two blueberries on top.
He licks his lips and dives into it immediately, not waiting for approval nor giving it any second thought. He chews on the cake with a satisfied hum, letting the sweet, but strong taste of chocolate invade his mouth. Again, it was really simple, but the fact that it came from you made it ten times more tasteful.
“Where did you buy this? It’s great” he says, searching for the label of the bakery on the tiny box you handed to him. Maybe later he could’ve bought some sweets for his guests there. He strangely couldn’t find it.
“Actually… I made it”.
Saying his mouth was agape would be an understatement, his jaw was on the floor.
“WHAT” he screams with his mouth still full. He did have the decency to swallow before screaming out again: “THERE’S NO WAY”.
He swears he could’ve died right there. Your shy smile and the light blush that paints your cheek enough to send his brain into override.
“Yeah, woke up early to make it today. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, I made quite the mess” you cackle to yourself, probably remembering all the ruckus you made whilst scratching your neck in embarrassment.
“Im surprised you liked it that much honestly” you trail off, insecurity dripping from your hushed tone.
Was it really though? Alex would eat anything you gave him if it followed a “I made it for you”. Yes, he was that whipped, and he isn’t ashamed of it. It always has been you, trough life and death, he knew from the moment he uttered the first “I love you” that you were his ride or die.
“You did amazing (Name)” he smiles, craning his neck just enough for you to share a sweet, short kiss.
“I can tell you worked hard for it, I’m proud of you” he whispers at mere centimeters from your face, like it’s something just for you to hear and hold dear onto. He leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth before sitting back again.
“I’m very glad you liked it” you say softly, giving him one of those genuine smiles he’d die for “BUT we got much more to do! It’s time to open your gifts!”.
You clap your hands excitedly, already scurrying off to put the tray away.
“What if I want to unwrap another type of gift” he taunts, moving his arms behind his head while wearing a sly grin. He kinda felt bad about making you do all the work, but he figures that maybe, just this once, he can let himself be babied a little.
You shake your head, looking at him with faux disappointment. Your hands found your hips as you scold him: “Cmon you horny bastard, we are going”.
“You called me a WHAT” he says in his typical high pitched voice, following after you. He catches up to you in an instant and wraps his arms around your frame, keeping you still.
“Say that again, i dare you” he threatens light heartedly.
“Nu uh”.
“Okay, you asked for it” he whispers in your ear, impossibly close.
The world went quiet. Your eyes widened.
You knew what was coming.
“No wait, we can talk ab-“
You weren’t fast enough to stop him. You signed your fate.
His hands move swiftly all around your body, wiggling his fingers on those he knew to be your weak spots. He laughs at you, laughs at your misery. Your body twitches uncontrollably and your lungs beg for air.
“S-STop FUGAHAH, oh my GOd- HAHAhH ALEX” you cry out, trashing around in his hold while he brought hell on earth on your poor body. He continues to laugh at your weak attempt to wiggle out of his grip, determined to make you regret calling him names.
“Nu uh”
Needless to say, you where among the few guests on Alex’s birthday stream, and you were also the one who had clean all of it up. Nonetheless, the afternoon was filled with laughter, a bit of alcohol, and carefree dances.
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extra:
Well cleaning up that mess was sure a challenge. You had to do 3 Tiktok browsing pauses before actually getting it done (to be honest, you did spend more time on your phone than cleaning, but you’re sure nobody will snitch on you).
Right as you put down the broom, you spot Alex coming towards you, the shit eating grin he was wearing giving away his intentions.
“Can I get my final gift now?” he speaks, using a gravelly tone that catches you off guard. It was hard to take him seriously when he still had some confettis stuck to his clothes, even though you’d be lying if you said you minded the offer.
“You moron” you laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Is that a yes?” He whispers, leaving a soft peck on the crook of your neck.
“Fuck yes”.
#quackity x reader#quackity imagine#quackity x y/n#quackity x you#quackity fanfic#qsmp x reader#birthday fic#GUYS I TRIED#im actually proud of this#speedrun it and it came out good like whaaat#nvm guys it took 6 hours#i’m so tired#not edited
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falling is easy, catching is hard
rated m | also on ao3
cw: recreational drug use, implied sexual content
tags: friends with benefits, secret relationship, shotgunning, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sidekick-hero!!! Sandy, you deserve the world, but this 3000 word thing will have to do for now 💖
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December 19, 1985
Steve Harrington needed sleep.
Eddie Munson had the only thing that would put him to sleep.
But Eddie Munson also held a grudge, a reasonable one, but an annoying one.
“You want me to sell you the last of my good shit? For half price?” Eddie snorted. “You’re out of your damn mind, Harrington.”
“Munson, please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Steve begged.
“Why would I do you any favors? You never did me any.”
Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, waiting somewhat impatiently for a response from Steve.
Steve didn’t have one.
Eddie was right; He didn’t really deserve a favor from someone who had let his friends make his first senior year absolutely miserable.
But Robin’s voice looped in his head: “Be vulnerable sometimes, Steve. People may surprise you.”
“Listen man, I just really need to sleep, alright? I’ve tried everything else.” Steve sighed. “This is pretty much my last hope.”
Which was a truth and a lie. He’d already tried smoking some weed, knew that it worked.
Eddie’s forehead creased in the middle.
That’s kinda cute, Steve thought to himself before shaking his head. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted by big, brown eyes and shiny lips.
“You been to a doctor?” Eddie asked.
“The sleeping pills make them worse.”
“Make what worse?” Eddie pushed.
“The nightmares.”
Eddie nodded once, understanding flitting across his face as he relaxed his arms by his sides.
“How long you been havin’ them?” Eddie asked as he walked around to the bench at the picnic table, opening his lunchbox.
“I guess…technically years. They’ve been worse since July though.” Steve knew he had to be careful about what he said, couldn’t give away more than what the public knew about what happened at the mall, but Eddie seemed trustworthy enough to handle this part. “Doctors said it’s normal for trauma or whatever.”
Eddie nodded, whispered something under his breath, and shuffled through his box.
“Forgot you worked at the mall over the summer. Kinda crazy what happened,” he said as he pulled a small discolored plastic bag from the box. “I’ll make you a one-time only deal, Stevie.”
Steve ignored the butterflies in his stomach at the nickname, kicked at the dirt under his feet, and gestured for Eddie to continue.
“I’m not giving my product away for half price. I’m a businessman and that’s not a smart financial decision for my business.” Eddie held up a hand when Steve looked like he was going to argue. “But! I will share a joint with you right here, right now, for free.”
“Um. What?”
“I was gonna smoke this one tonight as a celebration for passing all my first semester finals by the skin of my teeth. I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.” Eddie’s smirk made the butterflies even worse.
Steve was going to regret this.
God, he was so stupid.
“Yeah, okay.”
Smoking with Eddie the first time was nice, but the second, and third, and fourth times were even better.
— — — — — — —
January 16, 1986
“You’re late, Stevie. I was starting to worry you’d gotten frostbite.” Eddie’s smile warmed Steve from the inside out, the shiver wracking his body more to do with the growing fondness he had for the curly-haired man in front of him.
Eddie was bundled up like they were in Antarctica, and to be fair, it was below freezing outside right now.
Steve offered to meet somewhere else, but Eddie insisted they come to his usual spot.
And then Steve saw it: Eddie had built them a fire. It was small, he probably didn’t want to draw any attention from the road, but it was throwing heat that Steve craved.
“Come warm up before we get into it,” Eddie waved him over, his gloved hands looking out of place.
Steve was used to seeing shiny rings on his fingers, blisters on his fingertips from playing too much guitar.
Steve stood next to him in front of the fire, holding his own gloved hands out to try to warm his body as much as possible.
“Any reason I couldn’t just come to your house or something?” Steve asked, not quite getting rid of the attitude in his tone.
“My Uncle has tonight off. He’s a pretty chill guy, but I think actively watching me sell drugs to someone would maybe cause a heart attack.” Eddie sighed. “I told him I had a date tonight so I couldn’t really have you show up after that.”
“A date?” Steve grinned, nudging Eddie’s arm. “I didn’t even bring flowers.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, but looked away to cover a blush. “Yeah, well, don’t expect me to put out until there’s a dozen roses in my hand.”
He meant it as a joke surely, but something in Steve’s chest clenched at the thought of spoiling Eddie like that. Maybe not roses, that didn’t quite seem his style.
“I’ll try to remember them next time,” Steve managed to say, nearly choking on his own words.
What was he even doing? Flirting? Eddie didn’t even consider him a real friend, why would he want him to bring him flowers?
“Got a new strain tonight. It’s supposed to be a little stronger, but fades faster, so you should be good to drive back home in a couple hours.” Eddie pulled the baggie out of his pocket, lunchbox long gone after meeting twice a week for the last month.
Steve wasn’t really a customer anymore, no matter how they tried to keep up appearances that he was.
He still tipped Eddie, or tried to, but usually Eddie ignored it and just said it was a favor to help him sleep.
“How strong?” Steve finally asked as Eddie pulled the lighter from his pocket.
“Might make you a little floatier than usual. Not hallucinogenic, though.” Eddie knew he couldn’t handle that kind of trip. That’s why he stayed away from his other offerings. “I tested it out myself earlier this week.”
Steve wasn’t reading into that.
“Okay.” He fought off a shiver, this time from actually being cold. “Guess it’s worth a try.”
“I’ll drive you home if it’s too much.” Eddie’s offer was kind, going above and beyond what a dealer would do for a customer, but Steve wasn’t reading into it. “Or you can nap it off in the van for an hour or so before heading home. Whatever.”
Eddie lit the joint, breathing in long and slow, holding the smoke until Steve was sure he would pass out before slowly letting it out.
He handed the roll to Steve, who didn’t think about what Eddie meant by stronger, and took his normal pull, choking halfway through.
Eddie’s eyes widened as he took the joint from him, his hand grabbing onto Steve’s arm as he coughed.
“Jesus Christ, man, you good?” Eddie asked him.
“Yeah,” he coughed. “Sorry. It is a lot stronger.”
Eddie searched his face, relaxing as Steve’s breathing went back to normal. “Good?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe take it slower?” Eddie teased. “Or- no never mind.”
“Or what?” Steve asked, already feeling the heaviness that came with smoking.
“Ever shotgunned before?”
Steve’s heart stopped. He’d venture to say he was even stone cold sober again after that question.
“Um. No.” He hadn’t. He’d wanted to with Nancy, figured it would be the only way she would be interested in trying weed, but it never worked out. “Would it be easier?”
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Usually. We can give it a try if you want.”
Steve nodded before he really processed what he was being offered.
Eddie’s mouth would be very, very close to his. Possibly even on his.
And he’d be sharing breath with him, probably more than one if it worked.
Eddie pulled the picnic table closer to the fire and sat on the bench. He patted the seat next to him.
“Might as well get comfy, then,” Eddie said.
Steve sat next to him, close enough to feel the warmth coming from his side, close enough to hear Eddie’s hitched breath when they made contact.
Close enough to want to be closer.
“Alright, so I’ll start with a small one, and you just have to breathe in when I breathe out.”
“Is it-” Steve played with a loose thread on his gloves. “Your lips are gonna touch mine?”
Eddie suddenly looked nervous, like he regretted offering this at all, and Steve couldn’t allow that.
“I don’t mind! I mean, I want you to!” Steve panicked. “Like, it’s fine! I know we have to for the whole thing to work.”
“Yeah. Um, it’s not like, weird or anything. It’s just me helping you get high.”
It wasn’t weird, but it definitely was hot.
Eddie took a drag, leaned into Steve’s space, and cupped his jaw, tilting his head back for easier access.
Steve couldn’t breathe.
But he had to, that was the whole fucking point of doing this.
His lips parted and Eddie’s warmth coated him, covered him better than the fire.
He breathed in as Eddie breathed out, his hand seeking contact with anything solid to keep him on this earth.
He found it in Eddie’s hip, his fingers gripping tight as Eddie lingered beyond the point of the smoke clearing from his mouth to Steve’s.
Their lips brushed lightly, an agonizingly soft touch that Steve tried his best not to chase as it drifted away.
He bit back a whine at the loss, opening his eyes to see Eddie still surprisingly close, pupils huge.
It’s just the weed, Steve thought to himself.
It definitely wasn’t their almost-kiss.
Steve breathed out, swallowing once the smoke was gone from his mouth.
“Good?” Eddie asked.
Steve should answer him, should nod and thank him for doing this, maybe ask him for another hit so he could try to blame his fidgeting on being high.
But Steve wanted to kiss him.
Not shotgun, not barely brush lips, not act like this wasn’t something more than what it started as.
Robin told him he deserved nice things, and he deserved to be happy, and he did.
So Steve let himself try to have a nice thing.
“Again?” Steve asked, leaning in before Eddie had a chance to take a drag.
“Woah, big boy.” Eddie’s hands grabbed his shoulders, not pushing him away, but holding him back from making contact that he so desperately wanted. “Think that first hit might have gotten to you already. Let’s take a minute.”
“No, I-”
“Steve. You’re high.”
His tone was final, and something about the way his eyes darted away made Steve think that maybe this wasn’t the first time someone tried to make a move on him because he was giving them something.
He didn’t know Steve was into men, either.
Steve could just tell him, though. Let him know it’s not just the drugs, that he’d already had feelings for him before.
But the high was kicking in and Steve’s tongue felt like an iron weight.
“How about I get you some water?” Eddie asked, pulling away and walking swiftly to his van.
Steve didn’t protest. He did need some water.
Eddie sat on the other side of the table when he came back, handed over a bottle of water with a small smile, and watched as Steve gulped most of it down.
“This is good shit,” Steve admitted, slurring his words a little from the effort of moving his mouth. “Better than usual.”
“Yeah, it’s a nice treat once in a while.”
They sat in silence for another 30 minutes or so, though the time didn’t even feel like it was passing to Steve until Eddie stood up and guided him to the passenger seat of his van.
“Wha-?”
“I’m gonna drop you off at home. You got someone who can help you get your car tomorrow?” Eddie buckled his seatbelt, Steve tried not to be too endeared. “Maybe Buckley? Or Wheeler?”
Steve’s brows furrowed.
Nancy had barely talked to him in months, not since she gave him one awkward hug after Starcourt. Robin couldn’t drive, or at least said she couldn’t. That’s why he drove her to school and all of her work shifts.
“Maybe you could?” Steve suggested.
Eddie sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”
— — — — — — —
February 14, 1986
Steve got him flowers.
He hadn’t seen him since the night he drove Steve home.
By the time Steve woke up the next morning, his car was parked in the driveway with a note on his keys that said ‘Promise there’s not a dent on her.’
And then Eddie had ignored his calls. He’d conveniently never been at his spot anytime Steve had ever met up with him before.
He couldn’t even pass a message through Dustin because Dustin was too curious for his own good and would probably figure out that Steve wanted to kiss him.
Which is all Steve thought about for the last month while he figured out what to do next.
Robin was no help at all, said he should just corner him after Hellfire one night and make a move if he wanted him so bad.
As if that could ever be an option.
This was his last chance, though.
He’d confirmed with one of his bandmates – Garrett, maybe? – that he didn’t have plans tonight and refused to sell on Valentine’s Day.
Steve stood in front of Eddie’s trailer, a bouquet of white and pink daisies in his hand, feeling particularly stupid.
The van was here, so Eddie was here, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk up the steps and knock on the door. This was maybe the most idiotic thing he’d ever done and he probably should leave before he was seen by someone.
“Steve?” Eddie opened the front door, confusion clear even from a distance. “The hell are you doing here?”
“I said I’d bring you flowers.”
He felt so dumb, standing here holding a bouquet of flowers for a guy who didn’t even want to sell drugs to him anymore. He considered dropping the flowers and making a run for it, but Eddie leaned against the door frame and scrunched his nose up.
Like he was trying not to smile.
Like maybe Steve did something right.
“Better bring them in so they can get water, then,” Eddie said with a hesitant smile.
Steve would take any type of smile, as long as it meant he wasn’t being sent away with his tail between his legs.
He rushed inside, didn’t think about the smell of Irish Spring coming off of Eddie, or the way his arm brushed against his side as he passed him.
Steve stood in Eddie’s trailer, taking in what Eddie called home, holding the flowers in front of him with hope.
Eddie closed the front door and walked over to him, holding his hand out.
“You didn’t have to get me flowers just for me to sell you drugs again, ya know.” Eddie smiled sadly. “I would have let you buy if you really needed it.”
“You won’t return my calls so how would you know if I needed it?” Steve countered.
“Ouch.” Eddie sucked a breath in through his teeth. “You’re right. I, uh, was giving you some space.”
“What made you think I wanted any?” Steve took the flowers back from Eddie’s hand, setting them on the coffee table behind him. “If I wanted space, I wouldn’t have bothered calling at all.”
“That’s what Wayne said, but-”
“Well, maybe you should’ve listened to Wayne.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry I fucked things up by wanting to kiss you. I’m sorry if the flowers are too much. I’m sorry if I’m too much.”
Steve couldn’t look at Eddie after his confession, or his attempt at one. It may have been more of an apology, but he figured his intentions were clear enough.
“Steve. Stevie. Look at me.” Eddie cupped his cheeks, that familiar warmth covering Steve in safety. “You’re not too much. Don’t ever, ever let anyone tell you that you’re too much. You were so high, I didn’t wanna take advantage. I thought if I just left you to think about it long enough, you’d realize what happened was just from the weed.”
Steve shook his head, reaching his hands up to circle Eddie’s wrists. “It wasn’t just the weed. You’d know that if you let me talk to you before now.”
Eddie rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone, eyes dancing across the freckles that covered Steve’s surprisingly sun-kissed skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.”
“You’re forgiven if you listen now,” Steve took a breath, letting his hands run down Eddie’s arms and settle on his hips. “I like you. A lot. Definitely more than a customer should, more than a friend should, maybe more than a regular boyfriend should. It’s okay if that’s too much, but it’s what I have to give.”
“You’re really something, Stevie.” Eddie leaned in, pressing his lips to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “I think I’ll take what you’re giving if that’s alright with you.”
“Please,” Steve breathed out as Eddie’s lips crushed against his fully.
Steve always felt so much, always gave so much, hardly ever had anyone who would take what he had to give.
But Eddie was taking it, forcing it from Steve to his own body, his own heart, like it was the only thing he wanted or needed.
“If you wanna buy tonight, you’re gonna be real disappointed,” Eddie gasped out against his lips when they came up for air minutes, maybe hours, later. “I don’t sell on major holidays.”
“Is Valentine’s Day a major holiday?” Steve asked, brows furrowing.
“It is when I get to have you in my bed.”
Steve’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
“That sound okay to you, big boy?” Eddie was smooth. Who could have possibly guessed?
Steve barely got out a ‘yes’ before Eddie was pulling him down the short hallway to his bedroom and rattling off things he wanted to do to him.
Steve Harrington probably wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.
But Eddie Munson would make it worth his while.
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3 am. The perfect time to bake.
Everyone on the Sunny was passed out, except for Sanji who remained in the Crows Nest for the night.
The perfect time.
Taking no time at all to gather everything you needed, you hummed a soft tune to yourself as you began the pie crust, beating the dough and smoothing it out before placing it in the dish. Pre-baking it took no time, the sweet smell of fresh pie crust filling the air.
It didn't take long for your apple crumble to finish, the bubbling, cinnamony smell encasing the entire kitchen. You were quick to take it out and let it sit aside, a small smile on your face as you literally sat in front of it and waited for it to cool.
Just after 4:30, you were able to cut yourself a slice, giving a soft content hum as you sniffed deeply into the slice, careful not to burn your nose.
You were so engrossed in your slice that you didn't see Sanji leaning on the doorframe, a small smile on his lips as he watched you place the small plate on the counter. You sat in front of it, hands clasped together in front of your chest as if you were making a wish.
Sanji’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a single, small birthday candle from your back pocket, sticking it on the slice before you lit it with a match you grabbed from one of the drawers. His heart sank as your eyes slid shut as you began singing to yourself, your voice quiet and almost sad as it carried softly over the kitchen.
He made sure to walk gently into the space, trying not to frighten you as he sat down at the island.
"... happy birthday... to me."
After a moment, you blew out the candle and gave a soft sigh through your nose, waiting for the wax to cool enough that you could pull the candle from your slice.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
You jumped, hand over your heart and eyes wide as you whipped around, giving your favourite cook a glare.
"Sanji, you fuck! You're too goddamn quiet, good lord."
Sanji simply gave you a wide grin and winked before clearing his throat as he asked again, a little harder this time,
"Why... didn't you say anything?"
You chewed your bottom lip as he spoke, crossing your arms tightly over your chest before giving a heavy sigh. You shrugged, struggling to find the words until you finally murmured,
"I didn't want to be a bother."
Sanji was up in a flash, your face cradled in his soft, warm palms. His eye watched you with a reverence you'd never seen before, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared back up at him.
"You are never a bother, my darling."
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you bit out,
"Says you."
Sanji couldn't help but laugh softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose and then each cheek.
"Yes, says me. And that's all that matters, right?"
When you didn't respond, one of his hands went to your waist and his fingers gently dug in, giving you a quick tickle as he almost demanded with a laugh,
"Right?!"
You laughed in agreement, swatting away his hand before wrapping your own up around his neck, your fingers dancing with the ends of his hair. You were quiet for a moment, your lips pursed slightly to the side as you looked up at him. He said nothing, simply staring down at you with a loving expression.
It was a few moments before you finally spoke, pulling him closer as you buried your face into the space between his neck, your words muffled by his skin.
"I suppose you're right..."
Sanji hummed softly, his arms wrapping around you tightly, keeping you to him. His cheek rested on the side of your head as he murmured by your ear,
"Of course I'm right."
He pressed a hot kiss to your temple before continuing,
"You are never a bother. You have done nothing but light up this ship since you joined us and I'm not about to let you insult the love of my life."
You couldn't help but give a watery giggle, sniffling softly as you pulled away from him just enough to bring a hand up and wipe away the tears that threatened to spill. Sanji cooed at you gently at the sight, one of his hands returning to cup your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss.
A pressed a few butterfly kisses to your lips, his thumb brushing away any stray tears. Your hands clutched around the front of his shirt, not caring that the soft material would be wrinkled and ruined by your tight fingers.
When he pulled back to gaze down at you, your cheeks were bright red and a warmth flowed over your entire body, your heart racing in your chest like a war drum.
"... I love you, Sanji."
The chef grinned down at you, little hearts dancing around his head as he nearly moaned out,
"I love you, Ashe."
He pulled you into a hot kiss, his tongue teasing over your bitten bottom lip before your own tangled with his. His hand moved to grip your ass, pulling you up and seating you on the island counter as he grinds his clothed erection into your warmth.
"Please tell me I can make love to you tonight," he whispers in your ear when he pulls away to breathe, his hands aching to pull at your clothing but he stills as you giggle, grinning up at him.
"Can I have my pie first?"
His eyebrow shoots up in surprise and he's quick to grab your slice, taking a small piece with the small spoon and holding it out to you with a loving grin.
"Of course you can, my love."
Your face burns at the intimacy. While he's done this before, it felt differently with him feeding you your own creation. You took the bite and hummed softly as the apple crumble melted in your mouth, a pleased expression on your face.
Sanji took a bite of his own, an almost orgasmic sound leaving him at the taste. "Oh Ashe, this is phenomenal. How absolutely delicious!"
He presses a quick kiss to your lips before feeding you another bite. "My sweet, precious little baker," he murmurs with a coo and you finish off the slice.
He puts the dish in the sink and turns back to you, gently pulling you from the island to drag you to the small room in the back, fit with a single sized bed and a small bedside table. Franky had put it in at Sanji's wishes, believing the lie of "Sometimes I have to be up stupid early and don't want to deal with the idiots snoring," that the chef gave the shipwright.
You knew the real reason, grinning into the rough kiss Sanji pulled you into the second he had you caged on the bed. A shaky moan left you as his hands undressed you, his fingertips caressing every inch of you that he could. When you were finally naked under him, he threw his own shirt off to the side, grinning down at you as shaky hands undid his belt.
He stilled your hands, both your faces bright red as he murmured down to you,
"Let me love you first, my darling Ashe," his words nearly begged out, his hands moving from yours to grip at your plush thighs. He pressed desperate kisses to your inner thighs, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he took in your glistening arousal. His tongue danced over your skin, slowly moving closer to your aching cunt and your head threw back as the tip of his tongue barely brushed over your clit. You inhale a sharp breath as his mouth suddenly descends, his lips sucking harshly around your clit as his tongue spells your name over it.
"O-oh, gods, Sanji-"
His fingers dig into your thighs as he devours you, his tongue moving down to press into your soaked cunt, the wet, squelching sounds filling the small room. One of your hands tangled into his blonde hair, trying to tug his face closer as he eats you like a 5 star meal.
In a flash, he's suddenly desperate, his motions sucking and slobbering over your fluttering warmth, his tongue pressing in and out of you before sucking your clit again, one hand leaving your thighs to press two rough fingers into your tight cunt.
You moan too loudly accidently, eyes rolling back as his fingertips press against that wonderful, spongy spot over and over until you're babbling his name, begging him not to stop as you suddenly gush and squirt all over his face. He growls into your clit as he licks and licks, his fingers not stopping their onslaught as your juices shoot up his forearm. You squirt over and over, almost sobbing at the wonderful feeling. Sanji absolutely knew what he was doing.
He can't help but moan when he pulls away, looking down at you with a wide, feverish eye. His hand, forearm and chest are soaked with your essence, thin trails of your juices slowly dancing down his skin and hitting the wooden floor almost silently.
"I'm gonna make you do that on my cock," he whispers harshly, his dry hand leaving you to wipe over his face. He moans lightly as he licks you off his hand, his eye rolling to the sky at the taste. "You taste so fucking good, my darling," he somehow gets out, his chest heaving as he finally rips his belt and pants off, as well as his boxers.
Your face falls into a desperate expression, your mouth falling open with your tongue out of your lips with a low moan. "Please let me taste you first, Sanji," you beg, suddenly in a heat for him to face fuck you. He's quick to grasp your hair, pulling you to your knees and suddenly you're on him, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, trailing the whole length before teasing over the slit, his mushroom tip twitching as whimpers and groans fall from him above.
"O-oh, oh angel, Ashe please-"
He chokes on his words as you pull him into your mouth, sucking and slurping over his tip before slowly taking him in, bobbing your head in a slow rhythm until your nose hits his short, curly pubes. He twitches in your mouth and you moan around him, eyes snapping up to see his excited but wary expression, his fingers tightening in your hair as he slowly takes over control.
Your eyes fall shut as you relax your jaw, letting him set the pace and trying to keep your breathing as even as possible. It was immediately difficult, your hands moving to grip his thighs in an almost panic as he fucks your mouth, loud groaning and giggly sighs leaving Sanji as he races towards the edge. He suddenly pulls away with a soft grunt, moving down to capture you in a demanding kiss before he shoves you onto your back, caging over you as he wretches your hips towards his.
You both moan as his cock slides over your soaked folds, his hips stuttering as your cunt tries to suck him in. His head fell forward as he finally slid into you in one go, your moans echoing off each other as your hands gripped at his shoulders.
His pace was relentless, pulling squeaking and high pitched whines from you as his thick cock slid in and out, right from the tip to his groin, one of his hands gripping your hip so tight you began to bruise.
"I-I'm so-so sorry-sorry, my love-, fuck-, you-you're so tight, god-"
His words stuttered with his thrusts, an almost manic look on his blushing, fucked out face as he drank in you falling apart under him - because of him.
"Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me," he begged over and over, feeling himself twitch as he reached the edge. He felt you gush around him as you sobbed out his name, his cock spurting and filling you, slipping out of your tight hole as he fucked his seed out of you. He slowed as overwhelming overstimulation consumed him, his whimpers light and breathless.
He leaned over you and captured your lips into a passionate but gentle kiss, his hands slowly roaming your soft skin almost as if apologizing for the past while. You melted into his touch, smiling into the kiss as your own hands gently traced over his toned chest.
"Happy birthday, my love," he murmured against your lips, his hips giving a slight twitch into you as you pulsed around him.
"Thank you, Sanji," you barely replied, eyes crossing slightly as his hips started moving again. Slowly, his cock hardened again, filling you and sliding over your gummy, soaking walls that sucked him in desperately.
"You're not goin' to be able to walk tomorrow," he breathed out with a chuckle, snapping his cock into you.
"Worth it."
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The Day of Your Birth is my favorite day.
Happy birthday Ryker! Thank you for being one of the best moots ever!
What would they do on your birthday? The Knight duo
Tags/Tw: None! Just fluffy! Well and multiple Tangled eggs. Can you spot them all?
Silver Vanrouge
Enjoying your birthday, Silver decides to take you out into one of flower gardens.
It’s quiet. No students are there besides the both of you. You wonder why, looking around until he speaks up.
“I…I wanted a private date. It’s your birthday. Not a random date.”
The sweet message warmed your heart.
“Master Malleus, Sebek, and Fa-Lilia helped. They asked for some help from the rest of the housewardens to handle their dorms…and considering Diasomnia’s reputation in the school….you can guess how easy it was for people to just leave.”
Ack! Did Silver just have to shoot thousands of arrows into your heart like that?! The things he does sometimes makes you feel like you’re walking in air…
“Thank you Sil…you didn’t need to…”
He hums. “You’re correct. I didn’t need to. But I wanted to.”
Your intertwined hand grips his a bit tighter.
Sevens. This man made your head spin.
You two end up in the middle of a peony field. You remember briefly how peonies were a rare commodity…People waited a whole year for peonies to grow. Silver…
“My love? Are you alright? You’re just standing there…”
“Oh! Sorry Silver!” You rush to walk to your boyfriend again.
Just simply walking around the fields of flowers, both of your hands intertwined…Your heart skipped thousands of beats. This…overwhelming sensation of simply just being…
Loved.
Just being able to be vulnerable, to be honest, to be open, to be everything with Silver.
Just for your birthday, no, not even, every time you’re spending with him, he always tries his best for you. He tries to not fall asleep (which he does end up doing but, when he sleeps on your lap, you just can’t stop smiling at his peaceful expression), he goes above and beyond every time.
Your heart feels like you’re about to burst.
Silver turns around and cups your cheeks in his hands. He wipes off your tears. Tears? You had tears?
“Are you alright…? Is this too much? Are y-you allergic to peonies? Oh no…I’m so sorr—“
“I love you.”
His eyes widened in shock before he goes to a soft smile
“I love you as well.”
A soft pair of lips meets yours and then when they part ways, he starts again
“I met you in a dream.”
“You did?”
“Before we met, I dreamt of someone who loved me no matter what that wasn’t my father. They didn’t look like you. But, I know for sure because I dreamt it multiple times.”
You laughed softly at him. His hair moving with the wind as the sunlight reflects on his hair. “Silver, how do you know it’s me if you dreamt of someone else?”
“I said I dreamt of someone who loved me. Not mainly about another person silly. As an old saying says in Briar Valley, “They say if you dream a thing more than once, it's sure to come true." And…I found you.”
He moved one of his hands down to hold yours, his other hand moving stray hairs away from your face
“Silver…you’re going to make me cry again on my birthday…?” You sniffled
He brushes your tears away again. “I love you. You’re remarkable and I have no words when I look at you…I look at you, and I’m home.”
You met his lips yet again.
“Happy birthday my dear beauty. I hope for the rest of time, you’ll be by my side”
Sebek Zigvolt
“You’re foolish to run! I told you to be careful!”
“Yes yes…dear croco I beg for mercy…and for you to just let me down!”
He’s giving you a spiteful piggyback ride after you had carelessly ran down the hill and ended up falling on your front
Didn’t hurt really, well nothing hurt besides your dignity of falling in front of your boyfriend…
Who refuses to let you down!
“Sebby! Lemme down—!”
“Don’t speak such nonsense! Your knees are scraped! Your hands have cuts, and there’s stains on your lovely outfit!”
You sigh and let him take you to a nearby bench. He fusses over the tiniest scrapes. Even though it really is nothing, he fusses over you.
“See, if we let this be, what if it gets infected? What if it blisters over and you are in even more pain? Oh no…all on your birthday nonetheless! How terrible!”
You note how he always has bandages on himself. For Malleus, Lilia, or Silver usually but…he saves some for you too.
His touches are gentle. But they don’t treat you like you’re fragile. They treat you like a normal person. He opens the bandage wrapper, unwrapping half of the bandage and putting it on you before taking off the other side.
It’s a perfect fit. He does the same on your other knee before he grabs your hand and starts to put some ointment on the small scratches.
Oh.
Sebek really looks like a knight here.
Kneeling down while holding your hand
And you promptly get hit in the back of the head by a pan yet again like when you first fell for him, your thoughts blew up. Images of Sebek pop up everywhere and boom, you’re blushing yet again
Realizing he’s still talking, you decided to take his hand and kiss it
“Oh my loyal knight Sebek, won’t you trust my words for once?” You dramatically say and then set your hand down. “Kidding, kidding…but please. I’m ok. Don’t worry so much. For my birthday wish with you?”
Instead of answering, Sebek takes your hand and presses a kiss to your hand like a knight…wait he is a knight.
You look at him in shock, usually he wouldn’t do that so…straightforwardly
He has pride in his relationship with you, happily showing you off if someone asked. He loves you as much he’s loyal to Malleus. But, when giving affection…he hesitates. What does he do? What if you don’t like it? What if he goes overboard?
So for him to just…not hesitate on kissing your hand, even though it’s a small gesture, it felt huge.
A burst of affection plowed its way from your heart and you kissed Sebek on his lips before pulling away with a grin while his face turns bright red
“I-I! Th-that was…unexpected! O-oh sevens…Human, you caught me off guard!”
“Catching a guard off guard? Score!”
He simply averts his eyes with a small huff and takes your hand to the town’s center where flowers are everywhere.
It was a small break from school so a lot of people were there. But you only saw Sebek.
And he only saw you.
Music started playing by some of the townspeople and multiple people started to get together and go with the music
The sharp toothed man stood in front of you and outstretched his hand
“May I have this dance?”
You smiled and nodded, slipping your hand in his.
To anyone else, you two were just npcs but…to the both of you, you were the only ones in the whole town. A world to both of your eyes
He never really had a dream. His only goal and dream was to be the best knight he could be for Master Malleus.
A rare soft smile spread across Sebek’s face
“You were my new dream.”
Your heart burns hot.
“And you were mine.”
He gently pushed your head onto his chest as you two swayed from side to side
“Thank you for being born on this day my light.”
Leona Kingscholar
By no means is he purrfect but, he always find a way into your heart.
Either laying down or fighting for his life for your heart—
On your birthday, you thought he forgot
No texts
No sight of him
And not even a peep of him from Ruggie
…Yeah…when you were walking home to Ramshackle, you didn’t even listen to Grim who was talking about how much birthday wishes and gifts you got.
The bags of gifts from your friends felt light compared to the emptiness in your heart that had a label for Leona Kingscholar.
You loved the presents and birthday wishes from your friends! But…it hurts to not even get a word from your boyfriend…
You waited for him to tell you…but…No avail.
Going inside your dorm, you put you stuff down and tell Grim to go hangout with Ace and Deuce (which he was confused about but listened.)
You changed into your pajamas and ignored how your phone dinged with messages. Probably more birthday messages from your friends or invitations if you weren’t doing anything.
Laying down in bed felt more comfortable than picking up the device.
Suddenly, the sound of knocking was heard and you went to answer it. Probably Grim coming back early
Well. You were definitely wrong.
Your eyes were covered by a blindfold and you were picked up and carried away
You tried to fight off the stranger but for some reason, they just didn’t let go
“Let me go you lunatic!”
“Good grief…hang on.”
Leona?!
He set you down on the ground and then untied the blindfold. Looks like it was of use of something!
And it was worth it too, your eyes sparkled in delight as the stars under the night sky showed themselves to you.
The stars above were shining brighter than ever in the ebony night skies.
You heard a small grunt, that translated to “Hey, I’m still here” behind you. Turning around, you see the beast man standing behind.
Hand in his pocket and one in his hair, expression as nonchalant as usual, you’d think he didn’t really care
But clearly his tail was waving side to side.
You smiled before he came closer and held your hands
“Is this why I didn’t see you this whole day?”
He huffed.“I was…trying to set up something…better.” He gestures to the blanket on the ground along with present that looked like the wrapper attempted but gave up and clawed into the box.
“I…Fuck. Shit, I messed this whole day up for you didn’t I?” He brushed the hair in front of his face up with his hands. You can hear the frustration and regret leaking through his voice.
“I wanted to make the end of your day special and not crappy…but I messed it up. The reservation I got at your favorite restaurant got too crowded, guys back at the dorm trampled the damn flowers…and I got too frustrated at the wrapping paper…” His eyes sharpened and he looked down with a scowl
“Damn it…I’m sorry for ruining your birthday…”
You blinked
Leona apologizing? That’s rare.
Instead of saying anything, you kiss him on his head to bring his eyes back on you
“Silly kitty. I didn’t want anything spontaneous from you. I wanted you.”
His eyes slightly widen before he averted his eyes with a blush
“Tch…strange wish. Guess it’s your birthday though.”
Smiling, you took Leona’s hand and laid down besides him on the blanket, watching the stars
You laid on his arm, close to him as you pointed at the different stars
“That one’s so bright!”
“Mmh. You are.”
You turn your head around and he’s not even looking at the stars, he’s looking at you.
“Wow. How smooth of you.”
His face shows a big smug grin as he laughs
“Oh really?”
“Yes beastie. You know what else could make this day better though?”
“What?
You smiled and cuddled closer
“If I could have a kiss from you?”
His cheeks were dusted with a dark shade of red but he scoffed and kissed your head, your cheeks, and then your lips. His tail wraps around your waist and you scratch behind his ears with a laugh
Sevens, you made him soft.
“…I see the light when I’m with you.”
“Gasp. Leona Kingscholar saying stuff like that?”
“Shut up. I won’t say it again.”
He held you close as you watched the glittering night sky with him.
“Happy birthday herbivore…Thank you for staying with me for as long as you have. I hope you make it longer.”
WAHHH I’M SORRY I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY RYKERRR I’M SUCH A BAD FRIEND DD:
Happy belated birthday! And to anyone who’s reading this on theirs!
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A very happy birthday to @thefreakandthehair 🥳
Steve pulls into the driveway behind Eddie’s van and just sits for a second after turning off the car. It’s been a shit day – he hates his new coworker, a kid puked in the aisle between the cartoons and the romantic comedies, and a downpour started the moment it was time to leave. He can feel a headache threatening just behind his left eye.
But none of that matters now. He breathes in and out until the frustration fades, feeling the tension ease out of his shoulders and clenched jaw. It’s movie night and Steve has the day off work tomorrow – which means he and Eddie will probably get pleasantly toasted and watch movies until they pass out together on the Munson’s couch. He’s been looking forward to it all day.
He pulls his umbrella out of the back seat and flicks it open, even though it’s not far to the door. The rain is coming down so hard it makes a drum beat on the thin nylon stretched over his head, so loud he almost misses the sound of cursing coming from the backyard – until a particularly loud “Fuck!” filters through the rain sounds.
Steve immediately circles around the corner of the house. He spots Eddie by the thrifted patio table, looking like a drowned cat with his curls weighted down by rainwater. Bizarrely, he seems to be wrestling with a bunch of balloons tied to the back of a chair.
“Eddie?” Steve calls out.
Eddie fumbles with the pocketknife he was using to try and cut the balloons free. “Shit!” He sticks his thumb into his mouth and flings the little blade onto the table. “Damn thing’s too dull to cut string, but it can still cut my hand? Argghhh!”
Steve jogs across the yard to reach him. “Hey, are you okay? What the hell are you doing out here?”
Eddie pouts as Steve hands him the umbrella, tugging the wounded hand away from his mouth so he can check it over.
“Well I had everything set up for an awesome party, and then this rain fucked it all up.”
“I didn’t know you were having a party,” Steve says absentmindedly. He smoothes a finger gently over the little cut on Eddie’s thumb. Thankfully, it’s not deep – the bleeding is already coming to a stop.
“Uh, yeah?” Steve looks up at Eddie’s confused tone. “For your birthday?”
Oh. Steve immediately feels like an idiot. It is his birthday – he’d actually forgotten it. He tries to laugh it off. “Oh yeah. I just wasn’t expecting a party or anything.”
Eddie looks weirdly upset by that statement. “But you’re… Steve, you’re the birthday guy. The party king of the Party. You love birthdays!”
That’s not exactly true. Steve likes taking care of people. He likes to give gifts and cook for his friends – birthdays just give him a good excuse. His own birthday has never really been a big deal.
“And after the blowout bash you put together for me, you didn’t think I’d try to do something for you?”
“I didn’t… you don’t have to like, return the favor or anything. That’s not why I did it.” Steve runs his hand through his hair nervously. All the volume is gone, deflated in the rain – just sad, limp strands of hair fighting to curl in whichever direction they please, instead of his carefully styled swoop. “I just… like to celebrate the people I care about.”
That might be admitting too much, but it’s the truth.
Eddie’s face softens. “Steve, this party isn’t some kind of obligation. I… we’re doing it for the same reason – to celebrate someone we care about.”
His dark eyes are so intense. It feels like there’s more there – a weight to his words, something Eddie’s not admitting to out loud yet. Like they’re standing on the edge of something, almost ready to take a leap.
The moment is broken when a rivulet of icy water runs down Steve’s back. He shivers violently, and both boys blink.
“Shit, you’re standing here soaked,” Steve says. “You must be freezing. Let’s get inside.”
They walk close together under the umbrella on the way back to the house, and Steve enjoys the warm press of Eddie’s shoulder against his own.
It’s not until they reach the door that something occurs to him. “Wait… you said ‘we’?”
Eddie flashes a wild, impish grin. He flings open the door, revealing a living room packed to bursting with damp partygoers, waterlogged streamers and balloons. “Surprise!!!”
#steddie#happy birthday lex!!!!!#and shoutout to liam for organizing this!#steddie ficlet#my writing#birthday fic
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A Celebration For Two
(This is so self-indulgent buuuuuut it's my birthday and I reserve that right.
This is my first character x reader fic; hopefully it will at least tolerable. Comments are welcome of course
Update: Now with a sequel Things Better Unshared)
Erik had witnessed a number of celebrations for the date of others birth and never quite cared much for or about them, though it was hard to be certain whether this stemmed from his general disinterest in most people or a deep seated jealousy that they both knew and could celebrate their birthdays. It could easily be a mixture of both knowing him. But he had never before felt this sort of outright irritation and frustration seeing others gather for an, admittedly small, celebration.
It had to be for you though that such emotions could be pulled out. Not since Christine had simply watching someone interact with others elicit such jealousy from him but as he saw the other actors and dancers move about, wishing you a happy birthday, handing you small gifts and flowers and cards and smiling at you, he felt himself twitch with impatience, thinking of how he wished he could just rush down from the rafters to grab you, steal you away into the darkness and keep you all to himself. He had to hold back a growl as he saw one man, one of the many extras, no name, no talent, no use but who had the incredible audacity to actually smile at you, actually touch your hand and damnit if you didn't smile back, even if it was the light professional one that you knew to wear on stage. Not your real one, not that one that could light up a room and made his heart shudder just to think of, so warm, so kind, so his. But still you deigned to give a smile to this cretin who didn't know his left foot from his right and couldn't sing for anything; all of your smiles should be Erik's, he reasoned, he could play melodies that you had told him could bring the stars from the sky and make a soul float beyond heaven itself, and you always seemed happy to smile for him whenever you were alone. Even if it wasn't the smile he loved most from you, every smile should be for him, he hated to see you give one to any singular other person; upon the stage when it was directed at none was acceptable because then it could just be his still, but this wasn't.
He didn't blame you of course though, never you. The man handed you something, some small bouquet of flowers and you deigned to thank him, causing Erik to snort. A pitiful gift, certainly not worth one of your smiles, even a lesser one. His would outshine it entirely he was certain and after realizing you were on the move again he quickly followed from his hiding space within the rafters; he knew where you would be going, of course he knew and of course it would be there. He would need to move fast to get there first.
You somehow managed to sneak away from prying eyes and entered the side room, hidden away from all others, the only privacy easy for you to find. Christine had had a dressing room but you did not as you were still just one of the chorus, though not for lack of wish on Erik's part to make you more. Still having heard the stories of before, of what had happened and how it happened, you managed to convince him that trying to push you onto center stage was not a good idea, not to repeat the mistakes of the past but simply let things be; he agreed only as long as he got to hear you sing for him, as long as he still got to teach you even if you would usually gently admonish him when he got too intense about it. Something in that made him strangely happy, to be treated with both care and sternness by you; you were not afraid of him so much as you kept a cautious attitude towards his moods and would usually try gentle redirection before sometimes having to tell him off more sternly.
As you entered and closed the door you quickly felt your wrist be grabbed by the strangely strong grip of Erik. For a skeleton of a man who lived and thrived in shadows he was strong and such a touch always made you shiver even just a bit; to see it always made Erik smile and it was no different this time. You nearly dropped the flowers, a small defeat in his mind but one he was willing to let slide for now, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Erik...”
“Come,” he said and realized his tone came out equal parts desperate and short; he chewed his ruined lip and seeing this you placed your other hand over his with that smile, that beautiful warm smile, the one that made his heart flutter.
“Lead the way Erik.” Oh how much it pleased him when you said that name. He choose it himself, you knew that in the same way you knew so much more about him; in the darkness of the night, when you'd come to his lair and simply sit with him, he'd tell you stories to fascinate and amaze you, and with rapt attention you'd listen. And eventually those stories had turned to his life almost without him noticing and he had nearly broken down into tears once he did. But you, kind soul as you were to him, you had let him tell you in his own time and told him it wouldn't change a thing. He was still the fascinating and wondrous phantom in the walls, the protector of the opera, the man whose voice and music could bring tears to the eyes of the stoniest of hearts, and forever would he be to you that and so much more. And so he'd told you the truth, of what he had done to Christine, of what he had been, of the blood on his hands and the darkness in his past and heart, and you had listened and you listened and you listened some more. He knew he loved you when you had cried for him in the end and told him you were sorry for the things he had suffered, the pain and the anguish, and that you understood at least a little now of what made him the way he was. He knew but it had already been too late by the time he had started the tales.
Down, down, down into the darkness and the depths of the operahouse and before either of you knew it you were within familiar surroundings, that house of his rebuilt from the disaster before. Candlelight lit the sitting room and you took in a deep breath of the scent of roses and paper; sheets of music all around was scattered and you felt the urge to twirl in the room as you did every time he brought you here.
“Close your eyes.” He tried to hide all the emotions he was feelings, tamper them down and focus on now. You obeyed, the amount of trust you having in your dear phantom filling him with utter ecstasy every time and he had to resist the urge to giggle. He did not resist the urge to take the flowers from you and discard them none so gently elsewhere, they were unnecessary and unsuitable to someone like you; you deserved a crown of roses, of the most beautiful flowers and still they would not compare to the beauty of your soul he was certain.
Quickly he moved and tried to bring together all he had done. He had never done this before, not for his only friends the Daroga and Madame Giry and her daughter Meg, nor for the Shah he had once served or the sultana he had tried once to impress. Not even for Christine he had realized at some point, though not for lack of care or wanting to; he had simply not been ready to, too scared and uncertain, too weak to pull together to make such a spectacle. But you wouldn't dismiss his efforts surely, you wouldn't turn to another man despite it or make him think it was too much; rather he almost felt it was too little as he completed his preparations and with shaking voice told you to open your eyes again, wringing talented fingers together and once more chewing his lip as he watched you, waiting, hoping.
You opened your eyes and gasped. A hundred of your favorite flowers, arranged perfectly and making you wonder how he found so many to begin with. Beside them was a dress, beautifully tailored in silk and lace and you knew without trying it on that it would fit you without a doubt.
“I choose the color because I was certain it would match your eyes,” he said with all the confidence of a child, his eyes wide as he stared at you, “And I thought this sort of design would accentuate your body all the more, t-tastefully of course my dear songbird.”
“Oh Erik,” you said hands to your mouth.
“I-I also wrote you a song,” he said finding his nerve failing him and his fingers tapped air and each other, a nervous twitch that showed at times, “If I may I would like to-”
He found his words cut off by you moving to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him. It always startled him when you did, though it pleased him to no end nevertheless; the first time you'd willingly kissed him he'd nearly collapsed into tears, begging to know how he deserved such a thing. He still teared up every time it happened and now was no exception, allowing you to wipe away a tear from his eye, gently brushing your fingers over the deformed side of his face as you smiled.
“Sweet man, however could I ever thank you for such a beautiful gift?” His heart swelled and thumped in his chest, “You know I would love to hear you play, I always love it when you play for me but I wish I had a way to repay you for such wonderful things.”
“You repay me every day with your smile and your love, my songbird,” he said and leaned his face into your hand, appreciated and savored the warmth of your touch, of your love, even while wondering how he still deserved it, “You give me so much and this is but a small repayment on my part for all you do for me.”
“Still such hard work on your part, it makes my own gift seem so small.” Erik felt confused but you pulled away, leaving him then also feeling saddened by the lack of contact between you. He whined, just a little one, but the usual smile you would give when he did so did not come. You were far too focused on reaching into the small bag you usually kept at your side, in which he knew you often kept all sorts of things as necessary throughout the day.
Tonight you pulled out what seemed to be a long crimson knitted scarf. No not knitted, crocheted, and he recognized it as something he had seen you work on some nights as he had composed at his organ or rested his head in your lap in need of being close to you. The image of you working on it with your nimble fingers, the softness of your voice as you had hummed absentedly, it had been so terribly domestic it left him in awe every time. Now you held it out to him and he could see that initials had been knitted in: ED. Erik Destler, the name he had chosen for himself, the name he had claimed as his and that he loved to hear you say in that melodious voice of yours. His name. It had his name.
“A gift for Erik, on his songbird's birthday?” He could not help but slip into third person, his emotions starting to surge within him again.
You smiled and placed it gently around his neck. “You don't know what yours is and I thought, it would be nicer to share with you than simply have you celebrate me when I can't rightfully do the same for you.”
You pulled one end around his neck and he convinced himself that he was wrapped in your scent because you had made it. Surely that was true and even if not, this had still been touched by you, made by you, had to have a little bit of your soul embedded in it. And better yet you made it for him, for Erik, and you wanted to celebrate him, you wanted to share your birthday, your special day, with him!
He immediately started to tear up again and his lip quivered in that sad way it did. “You would share your birthday with Erik, you would want to do that for him? You made him a scarf, just for him, because you...you care...”
“Oh Erik, of course I care,” you said and leaned up to kiss his cheeks; there were far too many tears to wipe or kiss away, but you couldn't help but think how adorable your phantom was when he was like this.
You knew how to make the dam of emotions break and you knew exactly what to make him completely break down for you. “I know you likely have never heard this but I just wanted to say: I'm glad you were born, I'm glad you lived this long so we could meet but most of all that you came into this world so I could love you. Happy birthday Erik.”
And oh how that dam broke but to you there was no better gift than to know you had made the phantom, no, the man you loved so dearly so happy in kind. He was taller and stronger than you but you held him as he cried and thanked you for something so simple as a scarf and some words, nowhere near as grand as what he had made for you for your birthday. But you supposed this would have to be enough; you'd just need to plan better and more for next year.
“Happy birthday songbird, Erik is happy you were born as well, Erik is so very thankful that you were born and able to be here and with him and love him even despite his mistakes and his flaws and his deformities.” His words were delivered quickly and frantically but you knew they carried every bit of his truth.
And that, in your mind, was the best gift of all: knowing you were loved and could be here to love such an adorable and emotional man.
#poto#phantom of the opera#erik destler x reader#fanfiction#erik x reader#phantom x reader#phantom of the opera x reader#birthday fic
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