#HAPPY 5AM!!!!!!!!!!

[olgunny]

BUH

[sabsberries]

birthday sex

summary - it wouldn't really be a happy birthday without some birthday head

w.c. - 2.2k

warnings - smut, oral (m! receiving), biting idk, swearing, use of y/n, first person, fiancé Harry!!!

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When I first met Harry, I quickly realised that one of his biggest fears was growing old. He had never explicitly told me, but I could tell that as the plans we made as freshly turned twenty-one year olds grew closer, Harry’s fear seemed to grow with them. Touring Italy at twenty-five? Perfect. Turning twenty-five? Terrifying. A weekend away in France for his twenty-seventh? Wonderful. Becoming a twenty-seven year old? The worst thing in the world.

I could only imagine the turmoil in his head these past few days, gnawing away at the peaceful thoughts that usually came with his well-earned touring breaks—leaving behind nothing but a big, hot, steaming pile of insecurity and fear.

Of course, he would never admit it—not to his family, not to his friends, and especially not to me. But I saw it in the smallest of ways. The way his lip quivered when he spoke about the future, the slight furrow in his brow, the way his jaw clenched, as if bracing for impact. He talked about growing old with me like it was a dream, but his body betrayed him. He hated it.

Now, though, he looked at peace. The early morning light spilled through the curtains, casting soft shadows over his face as he slept, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. For a few quiet moments, there was no fear, no tension—just him, lost in sleep, untouched by the weight of the day ahead. But today was his birthday.

I watched him, my fingers tracing invisible patterns against the sheets as I ran through every idea I had. I could make him breakfast, of course. Or maybe we could find a new café to try. Or we could even stay in and order something special. That’d be nice. But none of it felt enough. None of it could shield him from the inevitable, the thing he was dreading so much. I wanted today to be perfect for him, but how do you make peace with something that’s impossible to avoid?

He shifted slightly, his fingers twitching as if searching for something. A faint sigh escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering open just a crack before closing again, as though trying to hold on to the last remnants of sleep. His eyes slowly opened, the brightness of the room pulling him fully awake. For a moment, he lay still, blinking at the ceiling as if waiting for the world to make sense again. Then, his gaze drifted to me—soft, familiar, but there was something else in it today, something hidden, almost hesitant.

"Good morning, Birthday Boy." I mumbled, watching as his eyes fluttered shut again, and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Morning, my love." His voice was husky, tinged with humour. "What time is it?"

"Only half nine, or something. Way too early to be awake on a Saturday."

He yawned and nodded slightly, rubbing his eye. "Come here." His hand found my waist, pulling me on top of him, his grin never fading.

I laughed as he pulled me onto his stomach, my legs straddling his waist, the duvet tangled around us. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes hazy with sleep, and his lips stretched into a wide, easy grin. "What do you want to do today?" I whispered, grabbing his hands and absently fiddling with his ringless fingers.

"Dunno. Nothing, really." His grin deepened, and his gaze never wavered from mine. His fingers twitched, almost as if he wanted to hold onto mine, but he stopped himself.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing." He reaffirmed, voice soft. "I'd quite like to spend it doing fuck all with my fiancé. Who, by the way, hasn’t even given me my birthday kiss yet."

"Well, excuse me for wanting to let you wake up before bombarding you." I laughed, placing a hand on his chest and pushing it down when he tried to lean up to meet me.

I leaned down instead, brushing my lips against his, soft at first—just a gentle pressure, a playful reminder that I was here. His breath caught for a second, as if he hadn’t expected it to be quite so soon, but he melted into it, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction. His hands found their way to my back, pulling me closer, as if testing the distance between us.

The kiss deepened, slow and easy, like it had a quiet promise behind it. His lips moved against mine with a delicate urgency, as though making sure this moment would be just ours. I let myself get lost in it, closing my eyes and feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest.

For a while, neither of us spoke, the world outside fading into nothing but the softness of the kiss, the comfort of knowing the other was there, and for a brief moment, all the worries that clung to Harry seemed to be forgotten. 

His lips curved into a smirk against mine, but there was something else there now—something heavier. His hands, which had been resting lightly on my back, gripped tighter, his fingers pressing into my skin like he was trying to hold me there, just a little longer. The shift between us was subtle at first, a slight change in the way his mouth moved against mine, the way his breath hitched between kisses. But then, like a current pulling me under, it wasn’t just a kiss anymore. It was heat, need, something deeper. I pulled back just enough to look at him, my forehead resting against his.

"Happy birthday, Harry," I whispered, the words feeling more weighty now than they ever had before.

He hummed quietly, his head shaking ever so slightly, and lifted his face so that our lips could slot back together. It was different now. It was almost hungry, and the way his lips took dominance over mine certainly matched the tone.

His hands slid under my shirt, warm and deliberate as he traced the curve of my waist, fingers brushing along the skin with a possessiveness that made my breath hitch. There was nothing innocent about it now. His touch was purposeful, searching, as if each movement of his hand was an attempt to tether me to him, to ground us both in this moment.

I could feel the weight of his gaze as it shifted, his eyes darkening just slightly when they met mine. The playful grin from moments before was gone, replaced by something more intense, almost desperate. It made my heart race faster, my pulse fluttering in my chest.

I leant down again, however this time to pepper light, barely there, kisses along his jawline and neck, slowly increasing in pressure until I reached just above his collarbone, where I sunk my teeth in. "Oh shit!" He hissed, bucking his hips up against mine and letting out a breathy laugh at the way it made me moan.

I moved down his chest, nipping after every few kisses, and occasionally darting out my tongue to sooth over any particularly harsher bites, before shimmying down his hips, placing a small 'thank you' kiss just above his belly button as he spread his legs enough for me to climb between.

His grey boxers had formed a darker patch where the tip of his dick had begun leaking, and, despite being covered by fabric, I could tell he had to be painfully hard by now. I pressed a delicate kiss on the wet patch, pushing out my tongue to slightly swipe across it before moving back down to his thighs and kissing from his meaty inner thigh up to his hip bone.

"Please, Y/N, c'mon." He practically cried, his hand moving to scoop a handful of hair into a ponytail, but not doing much to move my head aside from a gentle tug.

"Be patient." I mumbled, sinking my teeth into his inner thigh.

"Holy— fuck!" He exclaimed, his leg jostling in surprise.

I let go and used my tongue to sooth over the area before placing a final kiss, and moving back up.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his thighs just enough so I could have full access. His dick truly looked painful, with his tip a deep red with precum leaking from the top, and his base thick with his veins slightly enlarged. I dipped my head down and wrapped my lips around his tip, barely sucking whilst my tongue moved around in circles.

Once again, his hips shot up, pushing his dick further into my mouth, and a loud, deep, guttural moan escaped from him, "Oh my fuckin— oh, shit, baby!"

With one hand, I pushed his shaking hips back down onto the bed whilst the other wrapped around his base, using the spit that trailed from my mouth as lube as I bobbed my head up and down.

I pulled my hand away and relaxed my jaw, allowing Harry deeper down my throat whilst my hands massaged deep circles into his hip bones.

“Shit I— please, Y/N.” He whined. I looked up at him and felt my cheeks heating at the sight of his head thrown back, his chest heaving and his abs clenched tight.

My jaw was already beginning to ache, but I didn’t care. The way he was whimpering and whining and crying out was enough motivation to plough through.

I pulled up completely. My hand shot back to continue a steady pace with my thumb encircling his tip, pushing over his slit every few seconds.

“Please, can I?” He asked, his cheeks flushed a deep pink colour, his lips red and raw from him biting them, and his eyes slightly clouded over and barely open.

I grinned, already knowing what he wanted to do, and nodded my head, allowing him to scoop up all of my hair into a ponytail and guide me back to his cock. His hand moved to replace mine, and after a couple pumps, his dick was being led right back into my open mouth.

Almost immediately, my tongue began working overtime, running up and down the vein in the underside of his cock, whilst I was gently sucking. “Okay, you ready?” He questioned, shifting his hips and propping up both of his legs so that his feet were flat against the bed.

I hummed ‘yes’, and once again relaxed my jaw. At first, his thrusts were slow, careful. Then, his grip on my hair tightened. His hips snapped forward, his movements gaining purpose. The sounds between us were obscene, messy, breathless, desperate. Each time his tip hit the back of my throat, I moaned louder, my body reacting on instinct.

As his thrusts got sloppier, Harry’s whimpers turned into groans, his back arched away from the bed, and his grip on my hair became almost impossibly tight.

“I’m gonna– shit! I’m gonna cum.” He groaned, his spare hand clutching the bedsheets next to his waist.

I bobbed my head to match the timings of his thrusts, and with one final dig of my nails into his thigh and a loud whimper, he was shooting hot bursts of cum down my throat. His grip loosened with every groan, moan, and whine that escaped him, and, after a minute or so of silence, he was quick to rub the back of my scalp and pull me off of his dick and up towards him.

"You’re fucking amazing. Do you know that?" He chuckled, breathlessly, his chest rising and falling beneath me. His hair was damp at the edges, sticking slightly to his forehead, and a faint sheen of sweat glowed against his flushed skin.

I grinned, my heart swelling at the way he looked at me, like I was something to be treasured. "I think I’ve heard it before—once or twice."

His breathing slowed, his grip on me loosening as exhaustion crept in. I traced slow circles over his ribs, my touch light, grounding him. He hummed, content, his fingers skimming lazily up my arm before coming to rest over my heart.

Our faces mirrored each other, wide, unabashed smiles stretching across pink-tinted cheeks. I traced my fingers along the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin, the slight roughness where stubble had started to grow. His eyes, still heavy with sleep and something softer, never left mine.

I shifted slightly, pressing my forehead against his, breathing him in - warm, familiar, safe. "I love you. Happy birthday." My voice was barely more than a whisper, but it carried everything I meant.

His fingers ghosted over my waist before pulling me closer, his grip firm yet gentle, like he needed to feel me against him. His smile softened, the playfulness still there, but something deeper flickered in his gaze. "I love you more."

For a moment, neither of us moved. The world outside didn’t matter; the ticking of the clock, the slow morning sun creeping across the sheets, the quiet hum of the city beyond our window. There was just us, tangled in warmth, the weight of the day which lay ahead momentarily forgotten.

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taglist - @harryshouseo1 @hannah9921 @hisparentsgallerryy @secretisme4 @cloudyluun @mads3502 reply here or dm to be added!

[montrealhomo]

Last night of Pride on a long weekend! Figured I'd take a photo to celebrate

[checkadii]

shared breaths and shared warmth or whatever

[starkspi]

"why, I had no part in that. you've always been this way!"

just a little something from @morningstarwrites fanfiction "of saints and sinners" which i'm obsessed with

[erineas]

Just the silly page I made when I created my fairy, wasn't meant to be here but after last ask I thought "yeah why nottt"

Let's make it more interesting by stating things about her:

I already said it before but she's a weed fairy! Similar to common grass fairies but she's connected to the ones that mess up your garden.

However, she's a gardener, so her hands, feet and dress are covered in dirt most of the time cuz she's always digging for bad seeds in Oak's (Horror Sans) garden.

Her dress was made by a Anna and it doesn't dries/stays fresh thanks to her magic, she's not able to keep it nice herself.

She has mantis wings and she's able to hide herself from humans by looking like one (doesn't work with monsters, since they can perceive any kind of magic)

The plants hanging around her body are tangled around her and growing on her hair, she just doesn't bother to take them off often (they grow back with time after she digs again)

She feeds on weeds too... She's pretty low maintenance.

Her eyes are like that cuz I couldn't find a way to give her glasses and not look like:

Siiighhh

[silverlining-ships]

reow!!! 😽💖

finally drew a matching silver for this discount supervillan art that changed the lives of silvers everywhere 😭🧡

[ocelhirapilled]

randomly remembered a post i saw on here of a re0 au where wesker and birkin take billy and rebeccas place …. felt silly

[diamonddoves-art]

Some rushed Sasha and Milla art

pose from this post @raz-berries

i think I could do better but i'd need the 3d models to get a decent ref so I guess I'm gonna go do that later

[wilburewormarts]

pre wiege comic!

(credits to my sibling for thumb-nailing the comic and doing the dialogue! heres their twitter u should check it outt!

[sweetieviktor]

"happy birthday", feat. prototype! viktor.

summary: it's your birthday today, why not enjoy it sleeping with your partner?

word count: 360.

content warning: established relationship, reader has longish hair (enough to twirl it). and fluff! :p (and it might be a bit ooc im sorry for it

author notes: this one is a little birthday gift for a mutual ( @zerun0 ) bcs today is her bday and i wanted to do something! im sorry if its tiny, i needed to write it quickly :(. but anyway, hope u like it!! :DD ((and again im writing til 5AM oh fuck

behind the windows, the faint sunlight peeked from in-between dark curtains, making the room a only bit brighter, but enough to disturb viktor's sleep. he rolled to the side, yawning and rubbing his eyes, trying to pry away from his slumber.

he looked to the ceiling, blinking continuously, pupils still adapting to the light that now bathed the room, reflecting and projecting itself upon your sleeping form. and, janna, what an angelic sight.

first, he was just admiring you, he didn't want to wake you up early this morning, it was your birthday, you should decide things today. but he couldn't help it, his hands quickly found their way to your messed up hair, adjusting to it's typical placement, so it wouldn't bother you. soon he was playing with the ends of your hair, twirling it around his finger, amazed with how it curled against the metal.

“vik?”, when he heard your voice, he stopped his movements. you looked at him with tired eyes and furrowed eyebrows, it was uncommon for days to be this bright in zaun.

he let go of the hairlock he was toying with, placing the same cold, metallic hand over your cheek, caressing it, observing how your body relaxed and searched for more of his affection, “didn't think you would wake up this early, love. but, since you are already up –”, he got closer to you, kissing the top of your head, “happy birthday, my darling,” throwing a lopsided smile at you, now, kissing the cheek he wasn't holding.

“oh, thanks vik,” you placed your hand over his, warming a bit its cold exterior, “but may i make a wish now?”, he eyed you with curiosity, tilting his head to the side, making some grey strands fall over. you reached for them, smothering back to its place with your free hand, “what about just five minutes more, hm?” you playfully smiled at him, adjusting the blanket over you both, while hearing viktor's laugh being suppressed by his hand.

“quit laughing! i want to sleep!”, you said jokingly, trying to act as serious as possible.

“sure, anything you want, love. the day is yours.”

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

I absolutely HAD to draw something for @phoebepheebsphibs's DTIYS (based on this pose)! I decided to mix things up a bit by experimenting with a more limited color palette, which was a pretty fun challenge.

[ping-ski]

[trombonechurchill]

Snippet...Sunday?

Daylight savings just happened I'm disoriented it's Sunday right?

I'm pretty sure several people have tagged me in several things in the past few weeks but I've been in The Brain Hole (sorry, thank you for tags ily) so I'm tagging myself to make up for it.

Anyway, here's a bit of Watching the Credits, my movie star!Tommy. AU

"Do you always do that?" Evan asks once they're back on their way. His voice sounds tight, choked, and Tommy's stomach twists. "What? Greet fans?" Tommy hedges carefully. It's their first time really encountering capital 'F' Fans out in the wild and Tommy can feel himself brace for the impact of Evan's reaction. The interruptions, the lack of privacy, the distance. He's already putting up with enough- "No, no the uh-" Buck makes another aborted sound, "-The finger guns." "What?" "When you pose for pictures, you- You keep doing finger guns." Evan's laughing, Tommy realizes. Evan's laughing at him. "And what? You don't think it's cool? You don't like my finger guns?" Tommy hits Evan with them again, flicking his wrist for emphasis as he points towards Evan and he giggles, out right giggles, knocking into Tommy as if the laughter was stopping him from keeping himself upright. It's like Evan is blossoming, the distance between them from mere moments receding like a tide as he ducks his head and continues to laugh. Tommy feels buoyant, wants to wrap himself in the feeling. It used to be terrifying, this feeling of performing, of being exactly what everyone expected him to be, the constant observer over his shoulder even when he was alone. But Evan's looking right at him and Tommy feels nothing but warmth, bone deep contentment as he settles into his own skin. "C'mere," Tommy says, slipping his fingers under the strap of Evan's tank top and tugging, stepping backwards as steadily as he can till they're off the trail, sheltered by the over hang of scrubby California tree branches. "Tommy what-" Evan says, still breathless as Tommy presses his back against the tree trunk, pulling Evan forward one more step till their lips meet. It's a shallow kiss, their lips still pulled taunt from smiling, teeth sharp between them as Tommy pushes forward anyway, wants to press this warm, bright feeling into Evan's skin, breathe it into his chest so he'd come with him if Tommy simply started floating away. "Someone's going to see," Evan says with a final amused huff, the shape of his words traced over Tommy's mouth as he leans in for more, palms braced on Tommy's hips and the scratchy tree bark. He sounds about as concerned about it as Tommy feels. "It's fine, it's fine, no one's there," Tommy assures him, assures himself, finally tangles a hand in the matted hair at the base of Evan's skull, imagines soaking up Evan's sweat like a plant in the desert, turning towards the sun. "What if they come back," Evan whispers, pressing another coy kiss to the corner of Tommy's mouth, his cheek, the cleft of his chin, his jaw. "Better be quiet then."

no pressure tagging @fyrehose, @aesthetictarlos, @lcvebuckley, @dark-alice-lilith, @exhaustedpirate, @jacki-daytona, and @rimatsu if you guys have anything you're workin on 👀

[tortademaracuya]

Feliz cum

[erineas]

Excuse me but... can I say I'm obsessed with how you draw Horror 🥲

Like... he's big and thick boned but... he also looks smooth(??) Like the way you draw his brows and the shape of his eyesockets and eyelight (and the color) like 😳😳😳

The way he grins!! Jus everything uwaaa/// he's so handsome o(-(

(sorry for this ask dhdjdhfj)

HHHHHHH YESSS HIM HIM

I'm so delusional about him, he comes out that way!

I know, I know he's supposed to be scrawny and sharp and all roughed up but- I can't help but dream of him looking... healthy? Nice? All soft and smiles cuz that's what he deserves in my head.

Imagine how he'd look in a world where he found happiness. He knows he's safe and overcame most of his issues so he regained some of his old confidence and- and has nothing to worry about except reminding himself to tell you how much he loves you cuz he's worried he forgets to tell you when he wakes up but he does tell you and show you every day with everything he does, with his face when he looks at you, with the care he holds you, with his voice when he says your name-

HHHHHHHHHHH you can see I'm not normal.