#birthday boy baby boy boy

[sourkreem]

birthday hangout!! they went to jasons favourite shitty diner afterwards :)

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[lexithwrites]

64 year old james is sitting in his garden with his dog right now as regulus waters their plants and flowers and he loves his life

[wombywoo]

birthday boy 🎂

[winchestergifs]

May 18, 2024 ♡ Happy 7th Birthday Jack!

[kotikaleo]

I am back!

Here hold some tender smalletho

I will be back with more

[sunniiiiii]

Luffy week Day 4 and 5: Emotion/Little Brother

[jasontodding]

batman: under the red hood (2010) + letterboxd reviews + (happy birthday jason todd <333)

[genshin-impact-updates]

Happy Birthday, Freminet!

I—I've wanted to bring you here for quite some time now.

Surrounded by glowing Tidalga, flashing shoals of fish, and beams of sunlight shining through the surface... It's like being inside a fairytale.

Ah... If you keep staring at me like that, I'll get so nervous that I won't know what to say...

...Would you be able to look away for a moment while I put on my diving helmet? Sorry, thank you...

[glowsticcc]

it’s my sons birthday today tell him happy birthday or i’ll blow up this entire building

[atoriv-art]

hyuga boy

[apparently-artless]

●✧✦ JUJUTSU KAISEN ✧ ITADORI YUUJI ✦✧●

BIRTHDAY APPRECIATION POST || 03.20 Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen Character: Itadori Yuuji Song Lyrics: This is Me by Keala Settle and The Greatest Showman Ensemble

[sleepyheadgallavich]

Happiest birthday to the king of eyebrows; the dirty, feral lil raccoon; middle finger master; lil ball of angry murder floof.

MIKHAILO ALEKSANDR MILKOVICH

paging @gallacrafts <3

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

i found these pictures on my pinterest and look how cute my boy is!

ugh, i just wanna wrap him up in a blanket, give him a hug and protect him from harm.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Happy Birthday to Damian Wayne!!! A fanart for a fanfic where the brothers got reborn as Reverse Robins and kept all their memories. So Damian, now the eldest, adopted a more cheerful Robin persona knowing that the Gotham before Grayson needed hope and until his other siblings show up, he would have to BE that beacon of light. Though the fic has been in hiatus for awhile.

Not gonna lie, a happy-go-lucky Damian was hard to imagine, but the image of him holding his arms out to comfort a civilian had long been stuck in my mind. In the end, I went with this design that's a lot less sharp, yet more welcoming than his original Robin uniform. With only hints of his true self scattered throughout. I also like how he's doing his best, but it's really not his style. Lol. That's why beneath the mask, he's awkward.

-Bubbly💙

[ivystoryweaver]

March the 9th

Marc Spector x gn!reader 1.4k words, angst, sex is implied, no smut, tw abuse, not beta'd

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Your skin tingles as you struggle you steady your breathing. Pacing the floor for an hour does nothing to calm that fuzzy feeling in the center of you.

He’ll be here soon.

You’ve memorized the pattern on the ceiling over your bed, because you stared at it the entire night, never once slipping into blissful slumber.

Your phone never rings. No emails, no letters, no messages.

But he always shows.

Bouncing on your toes, you smooth your hands down the lines of your body, checking your reflection, which lets you know you look the same as you did five minutes ago.

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The first year...

Your family moved onto the Spectors’ street when you were nine years old. You quickly befriended the Spector boys, often playing with them after school and on weekends.

Then, one day, Randall was gone. You were supposed to play with them that day, but you had the flu.

Marc was never the same and you didn’t see much of him, except at school. The Spectors didn’t throw him a birthday party and he didn’t show up at yours either.

So you created a handmade birthday card for him, making a point to cross his path at school. He was absent.

The next year approached, and you realized the Spectors once again would not be throwing a party, so you gave Marc his birthday card on March 8th. He jerked it out of your hand, eyes downcast, muttering, “thanks,” before shuffling away.

You called his name, scampering after him, but he never looked back. The two of you were in middle school now and Marc didn’t seem to have many friends at all. Hopefully he would read the card, which invited him over to hang out.

He did.

On the night of March 9th, he crawled through your bedroom window for the first time. Tears streaked down his cheeks as his body trembled.

“Can I sleep on your floor?” He brokenly whispered.

You had a queen sized bed, so, of course you didn’t let your clearly devastated friend sleep on the hard floor.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured drowsily, once he slid beneath the covers. “Please, they’ll kill me.”

You didn’t understand and he wouldn’t explain. You were only twelve years old. You squeezed his hand and let him rest.

He talked to you after that, only sometimes.

The next March 9th, you gave him another card, with another invitation to come over. He did. Your fingers tangled with his.

Again at fourteen, when, after swiping the tears from his eyes, he kissed you. He kissed you for a long time and you thought you’d never felt anything so magical.

At fifteen, he kissed and touched you all night long. Your heart was his now.

Still, he kept to himself for most of the other 364 days a year.

At sixteen, he climbed into your bed and the two of you lost your virginity. Neither of you had a clue what you were doing - clumsy and wild and sweet. But he kissed you and held you and he tried. You loved him and you had never felt so close to anyone in your life.

He flinched away from your touch several times, so you thought you must be doing something wrong.

It wasn’t until seventeen that you saw his well-hidden bruises and red welts by your bedside lamplight.

“Who did this to you?” Tears streamed down your face as your fingertips traced lovingly around anger and drunkenness unleashed on his beautiful body.

His eyes met yours and you knew. He came to your bed a lot more after that.

Then came eighteen. Three months before graduation. You asked him all the time where he wanted to go to college - where the two of you could go together, but nothing ever came of it. He only answered, “I have to get out.”

March the 9th of year eighteen was the last you saw of Marc Spector for a long time. He didn’t make it to graduation.

He sent you a letter in year nineteen.

‘I’m sorry,’ was all it said.

Year twenty passed. 21, 22, 23…

You graduated college and met someone. But every March the 9th, your fingers would trace his picture, so your "someone" didn't last.

More than a few March 9ths ago, you somehow wished him right back to you. He knocked on your door, shuffling anxiously from foot to foot, swallowing hard and expecting rejection.

You threw your arms around him. “Happy birthday,” you whispered against his cheek before his mouth found yours.

He took you to bed and you knew then that your heart would only ever be his.

It wasn’t enough though. He granted you a half-hearted explanation about danger and old debts and how he was so messed up - he could never bring it all into your life.

You had enough dignity to refrain from begging him.

The next March the 9th was the same. And the next, and the next.

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This year, you’re resolute. It will be the last. It has to be. You can’t do this anymore. He doesn’t love you - not the way you love him. You’ll wish him happy birthday, take him to your bed, but - never again. It hurts too much.

A sharp knock jolts you out of your reverie, sending all the air rushing out of you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you steady yourself, giving yourself one final moment to prepare for your last night with Marc.

You reach for the door and find him holding flowers. Irises.

“You like these…right?” Dark eyebrows shift hopefully.

You breathe his name, your heart flaming with adoration. You take the bouquet and wrap your arms around his neck like always, whispering, “Happy birthday,” against his cheek as his lips seek out your own. He tastes you slowly…sweetly, his breath mingling with yours.

You lose your grasp on the irises, forgetting to care as they spill to the floor. Strong arms wind around you as his hands spread across your back, pressing you against the solid warmth of his chest. The kiss goes on and on until you’re dizzy and breathless and hot tears wet your eyes at the thought of never tasting him again.

You fight them back as the two of you finally make it through the front door and he kicks it closed. He takes you to bed and you drown in the essence that is Marc - unearthed secrets, soul-crushing burdens, beautiful desperation and a kind of hungry tenderness. You bury your nose in the crook of his neck, comforted and tormented as you inhale the spicy, sun-kissed scent of him, your lips tasting, committing him to memory.

Saltiness seeps into your mouth and you’re not sure if it’s the slight sheen on his skin as he works his way into you, or the tears slipping down your cheeks.

Your fingers twist through his dark curls as you pull your body flush against his - the heat of your tongue - the twist of your body - the scrape of your fingernails desperately attempting to communicate your need for this man.

He’s been your birthday wish most of your life.

He holds you against him until the calendar turns to the 10th. The sun rises and you realize he’s never stayed this long.

Which will make the speech you’ve planned so much harder. You shuffle to the bathroom while he sleeps, steeling yourself for the heartbreak. As you stare into the mirror, tears burn your eyes and you wonder if you can go through with it. The thought of never seeing him again is crushing, but you can’t go on like this.

Finally, you straighten out your appearance and freshen up, fighting like hell to keep your composure.

Marc is awake, sitting on the edge of your bed in only his boxers. You expect him to be dressed and ready to walk out the door, but as his warm, coffee colored eyes find yours…

He gently smiles.

“Marc?” You whisper, slowly approaching him.

“Come here,” he softly instructs, reaching for you. You sink down beside him, your foreheads touching sweetly as he grips your arms.

“Could…do you think I could stay?”

Tears trickle down. Again. “I don’t know,” you whimper. “I-I can’t-"

“I know.,” he nods, pressing an urgent kiss to your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

He’s off the bed and reaching for his clothes before you can blink, but you don’t let him get far. “Stay,” you urgently plead. “Stay with me.”

He freezes, eyes wide and hopeful. “F-for tonight, or…”

“Stay,” you repeat, pressing your palms to the heat of his bare chest. “Stay or go. Just decide.”

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Next March the 9th…

“Happy birthday, baby,” you murmur against his lips as he rolls you underneath him.

“Happy anniversary,” he returns, sealing his mouth to yours.

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[scholastic-dragon]

*deep inhale*

hAPPY BIRTHDAYYY 💃💃💃

Girl. Can I PLEASE request noisy, bottom!Leo x f!reader???? COULD YOU IMAGINE—

You're riding him, hearing him biting back groans and moans as he grips your hips and you breathlessly say "wanna hear you Leo, let me hear you, please?"

And like he's already a mess, but you asking that just undoes him. He's so loud, moaning out melodies of curses and your name. It's so hot, especially considering yk, Leo's usually quiet and stoic. Watching him fall apart under you is so incredible honestly you don't last long after that 🤭🤭🤭

BITCH THIS IS MY NEW ROMAN EMPIRE

HOLY SHIT

Bay!Leo x Fem!reader

Mr Honor Boy

Warnings: NSFW - MINORS DNI - leo and y/n are over 18 don't be weird - p in v - porn star moans - spelling mistakes

It was a long day, no a long week at that, or maybe even stretching to a month.

You could see the stress creasing his brow, his heavy shoulders and steps when you went to visit.

You tried to help him, but leo was far too deep in his mind. Berating himself for mistakes and slip ups during patrol.

At the end of the month, you invited him over and he, albeit reluctantly, agreed.

You cooked a hot filling meal, noting how he savored every bite of both plates he had.

Putting the plates in the sink, you saw him closing his eyes and rolling out his shoulders.

"Do you want a massage?" You ask, coming to stand in between his knees. His blue eyes screamed yes, but he didn't want to be a burden. You saw the fight in his eyes.

"Here, let me," You say, not allowing him to refuse. Leaning over him, you remove the straps on his arms and hands, massaging the rough skin as you go.

He bites back a moan as your thumbs dig into his palms. You go up his muscular arms, pressing soft kisses to the skin as you go, until you reach his shoulders.

You straddle his lap, his big hands go right to your hips, holding you close. His eyes are glossy and earnest as your rub the knots out of his shoulders.

Soft grunts and moans leave his mouth, and soon its hard to think of anything other than the poking of his hard cock on your clothed crotch.

His hands massage your hips softly, gripping the fabric of your sweatpants. "Baby..." He moans, his voice a mere whisper.

"Yeah?" You lean in, ghosting your lips over his. "You need something?"

"You," He leans in, the softest and delicate of kisses on your lips.

Raising up, your hands tug at your sweatpants and underwear and throw them onto the floor. He undoes his and pulls them and his underwear down to pool at his ankles.

His cock is hard and aching, it makes you wetter than before.

Leaving your crop top on, you settle over his lap again, leaning in and kissing him softly. You press down on him, trapping his cock between his plastron and your wet lips.

Slowly, you rock back and forth, spreading your wetness on him. He moans again, hands gripping your hips and massaging your ass.

"Please, baby," He begs.

Placing your hands on his beefy shoulders, you raise up and position him at your entrance. Then you rock back, taking your time as you sink down on him.

His head flies back, eyes snapping shut, his plush bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"That feel good?" You pant, resuming your massage on his shoulders.

He moans, panting heavily. After a few moments you sit back and take all of him in, your bodies flush together.

"Mmmm~" Leo mumbles, holding his breath.

"What was that, baby?"

"Move, please~" He moans, eyes still shut.

Smiling to yourself, you rock back and forth over his thick cock, moaning at the feeli.g of him dragging back and forth through your sensitive walls.

Your knees dig into the plush cushion of the couch, your hands gripping his thick body as you use him to your hearts content.

Leaning in, you litter his neck with sloppy wet kisses. He moans again, long and broken, his hands gripping your ass hard.

Gods, you get wetter and wetter with every moan he makes.

You lick up his neck, then whisper. "Wanna hear you leo, let me hear you, please?"

His blue eyes fly open, searching your face. You nod.

His mouth opens and the longest, loudest moan comes out. He's pants and grunting as you ride him harder. Now using his shoulders to bounce on him.

The couch smacks against the wall behind you, but you wouldn't trade it for anything. Especially if he keeps moaning like that.

There are tears in Leo's eyes, his full trust and pleasure in your hands. No longer worried about his family or responsibilities. Just you and him and the orgasms building between you two.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum," He moans. You nod, moving faster on him.

His face contorts, a beautiful image as he give one last hard moan and grips your ass so tight it will leave bruises. His body shakes, His hips rolling up to yours.

His display of outright pleasure sends you over the edge, gripping and gushing around him, making him whimper.

You both sit there, panting in each other's arms. Leaning forward you kiss his lips, enjoying the guttural sigh that escapes them.

"Feeling better?" You ask, rubbing at his arms.

He smirks, a sparkle in his eyes. "Were the moans not proof enough?"

There's your Leo.

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