#happy birthday to us! XD

[waitingonavision]

Pancita Poem

Today, 10/25, is @empty-cryptid​‘s and my birthday! (We just happen to share the same one. 😄) So we decided to collaborate on a poem celebrating Bruno’s belly and the history of the pancita lore in the Encanto fandom. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! 💚

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It started out a great mystery; Just go through the fandom's history! A conundrum placed above the rest: Dare we hope to complete the quest?

What the fandom wanted found: Is Bruno's middle cute and round? Or could it perhaps be utterly flat? (Or worse… oh no– A six-pack?)

Oh, what does that ruana hide? When he twirls, stops and looks aside. On the last note, letting out a final sigh; His tummy relaxes and a smile comes by.

Collecting evidence, we looked for more; An animation video added to the lore. The belly on Bruno’s model stuck out. We must be onto something, no doubt!

Tumblr began buzzing, AO3 followed suit; With a movement quickly taking root. Despite Bruno’s belly still being a query; For plenty of us, it was beyond just a theory.

So on Twitter, too, we rose to the task. About the mystery “tío gut” we did ask. Oh, Jared Bush, could you help us please? Only you can set our restless minds at ease.

Well, we never got an answer from JB. (His true opinion remains in secrecy.) No matter, the fandom continues to cry: “Viva la pancita de Bruno!” to the sky!

Art, fics, headcanons, spread widely ‘round! How fun is the pancita party we’ve found! Everyone’s welcome, and the family grew, (Just like Bruno’s belly when it’s full of stew.)

People shout, “Bruno needs to be healthy!” Writers, artists, and more create content proudly. “Quick, make it true,” everybody proclaims. The fandom gives his tummy some fame.

Sopancita? Yes, it is true indeed! That figurine we all in the fandom just need, With a soup bowl in hand, going way too deep. In his stomach it sits, nice and warm, he will keep.

The new doll, as well, uncovers a tidbit. A belly’s revealed just to prove it. Now which clothes fit best on this Tío Bruno? The fandom will definitely make some, you know!

A Bruno pillow for little Antonio’s head to rest. That belly’s always full of Juli’s cooking—the best! Luisa needn’t worry ‘cause he’s got safety padding. The Madrigals’ support for the tío tum is everything!

It's too tempting to squish his cheeks, Or poke his belly so he squeaks. His form has filled out rather well, There’s more to hug, you can really tell.

It’s all in fun, just hug the tum! Only free him when you’re done. Give him a squeeze without apprehension, This cuddly tío loves the affection.

[avastyetwats]

Captain Charles Vane saving Captain James Flint.

Bonus:

[sentientstump]

two cakes from sickland! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 happy bdays

[osamusriceballs]

Last-Minute Plans

Ushijima x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)

Words: ~ 1,5 k

About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~

"It fits,"

he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.

Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.

He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.

Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.

The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.

His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.

He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.

"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.

"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.

"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.

"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.

"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"

You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.

"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.

"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.

Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.

"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.

"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.

He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.

You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.

"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.

"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.

As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.

A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.

"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?

"Sleep well, my love."

[taohs]

Symbol of Fear (恐怖の象徴)

Happy Birthday @tohmura​! 💛💙

[reikurusu]

"I'm not old!"

May 16th 1994 - Happy 29th Birthday, Kazuki!

[queenusagiblog]

happy birthday @danielhowell🎂🖤

look a party trick 💀🥀

[thewandererh]

GOOD GOLLy I NEVER SAID ANYTHING

busy rn so now art but

HAPPY LATE CCCC DAY !!!!!!

on may 2nd the Chonny’s Charming Chaos Compendium album came out!!! happy birthday heart mind and soil we love u sm 💜💙❤️‼️‼️‼️

for context (finally), chonny covered 47 tally hall-related songs and made a narrative out of them featuring the personified concepts of the Heart, Mind, and Soul! Whole (chonny, the guy himself…ish??) was dumped by a girl then split into three (literally, metaphorically, smthn else?? maybe the hms are physical, maybe hes in a coma and fighting with himself, maybe it’s just inner demon stuff as he writes songs. prolly the last one). then they fight and heart shoots mind then soul blinds heart bc theyre supposed to stick together and then they do other stuff and make up and get mad—thing stuff!! angst and goober potential!! SO. MUCH. ANGST. GIVE THE MEN SOME ROOM TO B r e a T H e gosh dangit. they do have literal designs bc chonny cosplays in the music videos, but lots of people make their own designs. heart has wings oftentimes, mind is a partial robot, and soul has a trident + sometimes half-n-half stuff. but stuff can switch up!! me and a friend rainworld-ified the four 👀✨. CCCC is such a wild ride pls listen to it if you’re interested. it’s kinda aggressive so i can understand if some peeps don’t like it, but i’ve been consumed by the narrative and stuff. its very full and often loud but that’s expressive music babeeyy. an album of song covers but its basically a remix!!!! yum🍜

this album changed my life for the better. thank you mr jash we love u sm <333 hopefully ur having a good time and taking a good break after the power hours. wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo forever!! /ref

let’s hear it for the evil fabloo album everyone🎉🎉🥳🙏✨✨ happy birday cccc!

[diofasolia]

Happy Birthday to you, Ari!!!!

Original Anibus by @ari-cuno

I made the music with the impression of Anibus being a child of Geno and Reaper. I mean, his dads all involved around the concept of DEATH, and Anibus, his own name makes me think about a deity from ancient Egypt. Yes, the god of death from ancient Egypt, Anubis.

So I try to write the theme music of Anibus in a more ancient sounding way. It may sound a lil' bit weird, which I totally intend to do.

[lapislazulidevirgo]

Good afternoon and HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIETER BOHLEN !!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Solo Job

Word Count: 2,672 CW: Food/eating mention, cursing, gun mention, injuries, blood mention, alcohol,

Summary: A sleepless night, a long grocery run, and a job gone wrong. Sounds like the perfect way to spend a birthday, doesn’t it?

Y/N had been tossing and turning all night long, their sleep restless. When the sun finally shone above the rooftops of Ketterdam, they decided it would be easier to simply start their day than to continue their futile attempts at sleep.

Their feet dragged as they made their way downstairs and into the kitchen. Anika smiled at them from the stove. “I just started making a batch of oatmeal, do you want any?”

“That sounds great, thank you.” Y/N dropped into a chair, chin in their palm and elbow on the table. They took a deep breath and widened their eyes, trying to wake themself up.

Anika looked over at them with sympathy. “Late night?”

“Rough night. Couldn’t seem to get to sleep.”

“Boo.” Anika pulled open a cupboard and grabbed the brown sugar. Raising a brow, she held it up slightly. Y/N nodded, a small smile playing around their lips. “Good, I’d have to stop being friends with you if you didn’t want that in your oatmeal.”

Anika dug around in a few more cupboards, adding things to the oatmeal as she went. “It looks like it’s almost time for another grocery run, any idea who’s in charge of that this time?”

Y/N nodded, holding back a yawn. “That would be me, unfortunately. I hoped I’d have another day before going but I guess it can’t wait. Kaz doesn’t like it when I go alone, and I agree with him as the markets are a nightmare, so I was gonna take Roeder with me later today.”

Anika pursed her lips. “That’s not gonna happen today, Roeder is on assignment for the next week scoping a place out for a job.”

“Damn. Are you free to join me?”

She shook her head. “I wish I could, I really do, but I’ve got some personal time stocked up and wanted to visit my family in the University District today. If you wait until tomorrow, I can do it then.”

Y/N sighed. “I can go on my own. We really need to restock and I’ve got a laundry list of items to grab for other people so it’s really not responsible of me to hold off another day.”

“Okay.” Anika placed a steaming bowl in front of Y/N, who smiled gratefully up at her. “Are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?”

“Yeah, I’ll just go to the better market that’s slightly farther away, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“I still feel bad about leaving you alone but if you think you’ll be fine I guess it’ll be okay.”

Anika sat across from them at the small kitchen table as she finished speaking, their talk turning more mundane as the pair ate. Anika left soon after she finished, dropping her dishes in the sink for whoever was going to wash them later. Y/N finished their meal and went back to their room to grab their lists and finish getting ready.

The journey to the market was pleasant, the fog casting the city in a dreary early morning cloak. It was halfway across town, a bit farther than they’d made it out to seem earlier. Still, the less crowded market was worth the longer boat ride.

Y/N took their time roaming the market, crossing things off their list as they added them to their bags. The bags grew heavier until it was hard to carry them from stall to stall. At that point, they brought the bags, two full of groceries and another filled with random items the Dregs asked for, back to the browboat dock.

The boat wasn’t back yet so Y/N had a moment to set the bags at their feet and stretch their spine. The water lapped gently at the sides of the canal and they watched a small group of birds make their way across the rooftops. A bell chimed and they startled back to reality, picking the bags up as they stepped onto the browboat.

The journey back was not nearly as pleasant as the one there. The boat was crowded and there was standing room only, causing Y/N to have to hold their bags the whole time to keep items from being stolen. They were lucky they lived in a gang and noticed even the slightest motions to rob them. Their sleeve slipped up, the crow and cup on their arm peeking out from beneath it. People backed off a bit after that but a few brave souls still tried something, causing Y/N to have to glare at them, bare their teeth, and growl, the noise low in their throat.

They made it back to the Slat in one piece, if with sore arms. The groceries were put away with minimal effort, a bag set aside to go to the Crow Club when someone got a chance to take it over. Y/N brought the last bag left around the three floors, dropping things on people’s doorsteps or handing them over personally.

Y/N trudged up the last of the stairs to Kaz’s attic room and thumped a few items down by the door. “Come in, darling,” he called through the wood.

“Yes, Kaz? Did you need something?” Y/N closed the door behind themself, coming to stand in front of Kaz’s desk. He did most of his business of running the Dregs from his ground floor office but he still liked to use his attic space for planning jobs, appreciating the larger room to spread out and not have to cover it in case random people wandered in.

“I need you to do some scouting for a job.” He didn’t look up from the map he was walking a compass across, gauging the distance of something.

Y/N held back a sigh. Today of all days, they had to work. “When do you need me to go?”

“Right now, if possible.” He picked his bare hands up from the map and pulled a piece of paper closer to him, scribbling something down on it. “I need you to go here and watch movements.”

“Times?” Y/N took the paper from him, mentally cheering that it would just be a simple surveillance job.

He smirked lightly, looking up at them for a moment before going back to sorting through papers. “From whenever you get there to about eleven at night. We need as much information about guard movements, comings and goings, the full works.”

Y/N nodded. “Got it, Kaz. I’ll be back with the info soon enough.”

They turned to leave but Kaz caught their sleeve, keeping them in place. “Thank you, love,” he murmured, so low they might not have heard it had they not been listening for it. “I would have sent Roeder with you,” he said a bit louder, “but he’s working on another job. I don’t like sending you alone.”

Y/N smiled, turning gentle eyes to him. “I know, Kaz. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” They left the room and swung by the kitchen for a quick thing to eat on the go before heading off.

The trek over the rooftops and through the city, even in the middle of the day, was calming. The only thing they had to complain about was their muscles asking for a rest after the grocery trip. They arrived with little fanfare, quickly slipping into place on the roof for the best vantage point of the warehouse.

The first few hours were good, if boring. Y/N made notes on the pad of paper they kept in a pocket for this kind of occasion, marking when people came and went and when the guards rotated. Every little movement was documented extensively in their little pad that was put back in the pocket when not in use.

It was only when they shifted to free up a stiffening muscle that they had a problem. Their weight shifting caused the roof to creak and alerted the nearby guards to their position. The sun was only just starting to set but they weren’t going to get any more information from that spot, it’d been too compromised.

Shouts came from below as Y/N scrambled to get to the roof of the next building, gunshots soon following. Pain struck their arm and a bullet grazing their side set the nerves on fire but they didn’t stop, just kept going. The scouting job was a bust for now and they needed to report back to Kaz for it so they changed course and headed for the Crow Club when it was obvious they’d lost their pursuers. Before heading inside, Y/N wrapped their jacket tighter around themself to stave off the flesh wound and pulled a strip off their shirt to wrap around the arm. They didn’t want to track blood all through the club and have to clean it up later.

Straightening their spine, Y/N knocked on the door to Kaz’s office and leveled out their expression. Kaz’s voice responded, muffled through the door. They pushed open the door and placed the papers of data they’d gathered on the part of his desk set aside for that kind of thing. “Here’s what I was able to gather so far.”

Kaz didn’t look at them, barely glancing at his watch before going back to the books. “Why are you here so early? It’s not midnight yet.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I was spotted and had to move positions. I wasn’t able to get a good vantage point. I’ll try again tomorrow.”

Kaz nodded. “Dismissed.”

Trudging back down the stairs, Y/N thought about going back to the Slat but really needed to deal with their wounds first. They grabbed a bottle of the cheap alcohol and the medik kit from the back, collapsing in an out of the way corner to deal with their wounds. 

That’s where Anika found them a half hour later when she’d come back from her personal day. Anika swore as she dropped her bag and knelt beside Y/N, who’d lost a bit more blood than they’d intended to. “Dammit, are you alright? I never should have let you go alone, you big idiot.”

Y/N raised their head, eyes glassy and filled with tears. “Worst birthday ever.”

Anika’s eyes widened. “Shit, that’s right.” She shook her head, taking the supplies from Y/N and easily patching them up. “You really need to take better care of yourself.”

Y/N chuckled before clutching their ribs. “Ow.”

Anika mothered and scolded them the whole time she patched them up. “Alright, you good enough to stand?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, up we go.” Anika pulled on Y/N’s shoulders, throwing an arm around her own to steady them. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Y/N felt like crying. It was pathetic how such small things had managed to affect them throughout the day. The bad night, the grocery trip, a meager lunch, now this job. The whole day had just continued downhill and seemed to pick up momentum as it went.

Anika walked with them to the Slat and up the stairs to their room, helping them sit on their bed. She asked if they needed anything else but Y/N just shook their head, too tired to speak. The door quietly shut as Y/N shuffled around the bed, trying to lie down. A few presents were sitting on the neatly placed quilt that covered the bed. Those were dropped onto the floor and scooted under the bed to be dealt with in the morning.

Y/N curled up on their good side, wrapping the quilt around themself, and let the tears come. They were tired and hurt, both emotionally and physically. The tears soon subsided, sobs turning into even breathing as they drifted to sleep with tears still drying on their cheeks.

Later that night, when the Barrel had fully given itself to gang activities and barely any pigeons were still walking the streets, Y/N was roused by the faint sounds of metal clinking against metal. Despite their injuries, they still pulled a knife from beneath their pillow and tensed for an attack. The door slid open on creaking hinges, shutting softly behind the intruder as they silently walked further into the small room.

The floor creaked where it always did, right by their bed. Y/N rolled, raising themself on their arm, and thrust their knife into thin air. Kaz’s chuckle filled the air a step away and they dropped down, arm going over their eyes. Y/N breathed out heavily. “Kaz! Don’t do that to me!”

Kaz laughed again, pushing aside the curtain over the small window before sitting on the edge of the bed. Y/N opened their eyes to see the light slanting over his face. Kaz’s eyes roamed over them, lingering on the bandages wrapped around their limb and torso. In that moment, with the streetlamps shining through the small window and him sitting on the bright quilt, his expression was anything but his usually composed face.

His brows drew together, corners of his lips turned down, and his eyes were soft. “When did they get you?”

Y/N looked down at their arm and the bandages wound around their torso. “I’d shifted my weight in my vantage spot but the roof creaked. I ran, they hit me.”

“Did you get patched up before or after reporting to me?”

Y/N smiled, shuffling around to sit against the wall. “I think we both know the answer to that.”

He nodded, breath ghosting out in a sigh. “I’m sorry, love. I should have paid more attention to you.”

Y/N reached out beneath the blanket until their hand bumped against Kaz’s leg. “It’s just the way you work, I’m not fussed by it at all. If I’d needed your attention at that moment, I know how to ask for it.”

Kaz reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box that he placed on Y/N’s knee. They looked down at it and were tempted to simply put it under the bed with the rest of the gifts but something about his gaze and the intimacy of the moment caused them to pick it up. It was a simple box with a black ribbon wrapped around it. It barely took any effort to slide the bow undone, their eyes following as it fluttered to the bed.

Y/N looked back up at Kaz briefly before pulling the lid off the box. Inside, nestled amongst old newspapers, was a bottle of cologne. “Kaz, is this what I think it is?”

His chuckle was warm and gentle, nothing like the mocking one he used on most other people. “I know how much you like how I smell so I thought it’d be a nice gift. Happy birthday, dove.”

“I love it, darling, thank you.”

Kaz patted their knee through the heavy quilt and stood. “Alright, get up.” He pulled the box from their grasp and put it on their small nightstand.

“What, why?”

“First, I’m going to feed you. Anika mentioned something about you probably not having much to eat all day. Then, I’m taking you on a rooftop date to finish off your birthday.”

“Snitch.” Y/N muttered playfully beneath their breath. Louder, they said, “I had oatmeal for breakfast, I haven’t gone completely without food.”

“Not good enough. What do you want to eat?” He held out his hands as if to help them up.

Y/N groaned but stood, wrapping their quilt around their shoulders. “Fine, where are we going?”

“The kitchens for now. I’m putting food in you before we traipse across the roofs.”

Y/N smiled, feeling their chest grow warm at his gruff way of showing love. “Okay, let’s go get something to eat. I’d almost put money on you not eating since before noon either.”

Kaz chuckled as he held the door open. “You’d win with that hand.”

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[victorluvsalice]

It's the anniversary of The Smiler's opening today, meaning it's time to wish a Happy Birthday to my Smiler -- and to my new Smiler bear friend Smileon! :D As you can see, they now have their own special party hat, and are accepting their gifts from Alice, Victor, and Us -- my set of Blades In The Dark-themed dice and the magnetic folding dice tray I bought a little while ago from Norse Foundry! I thought those would be nice. :) Happy birthday to my favorite rollercoaster!

[adastra121]

Breaking — City Newcomers Caught Failing to Break into the Senobium. No breaking and entering occurred, officially, due to the aforementioned failing, but they arrested them anyway…

[mermaid--bride]

Happy birthday to the best and scariest triplets ever~!

[legendreign-archived]

"happy birthday midorima-chan!" kise beamed to his friend's younger sister, he knew she was a fan, though her friends seemed to be bigger fans of his than she was. "here! I got you something." he hoped she liked it, it was a new soccer ball and a hat with her favourite team on it.

Happy Birthday Mika! / Still Accepting! / @sportbaes

August 11th

Mika would consider herself to be more a fan of Kise-san's basketball skills as a member of the Generation of Miracles rather than a fan of his modeling career although he was undoubtedly beautiful. Her best friends supported him in all his endeavors though.

Mika was born with a lot of good luck, but she hadn't expected Kise-san to give her anything. A happy birthday wish would've been good enough.

"Thank you Kise-san! Did my brother tell you it was my birthday? ...Did he also tell you my favorite team?"

An extra soccer ball would definitely come in handy and she was a fan of the Japan women's national soccer team.

[thoughts-of-bear]

The birthday gift

A Halsin x reader fanfiction | Explicit, 18+ | 7k words A/N: Okay since the Halsin brainrot has had its hold on me for ages, I started this fic on my birthday in december, not expecting to ever finish it because I have literally never finished anything I've started writing before- until now. I got inspired to write this by this post (for the birthday part, the smut part is my own horny imagination) and well, this is the final product. Since it's my first time publishing any of my writing and writing smut at all, please be kind with me XD Summary: Your companions prepare a surprise birthday party for you, Halsin sees you in your new dress, you two dancing leads to him confessing his feelings for you and a very happy ending... CW: halsin x f!reader, virgin reader, halsin eating pussy, fingering, p in v sex, breeding, rough sex i guess, halsin being the man he is, all that stuff idk what to write here really

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You and your companions had finally reached Baldur’s Gate. It’s still morning when you enter Rivington that day and the streets are busy with all kinds of people, many seemingly refugees from Elturel and farther away, here to find shelter in the city. As you continue down the road to the village in front of the city gates, you are stopped by a little red-headed girl.

“Erm. ‘Scuse me, I can’t find my mum.” She looks worn out and as if she has recently been crying.

“Where did you last see her?” you ask as you bend down to her, smiling to show you want to help.

“She went to go get some herbs - for her spots” she gestures towards her face. “She was sick. And she was supposed to come back the same day.” She pauses before adding, “That was last tenday though.”

“Let’s go find a guard. They’ll be able to help you”, you propose.

The girl shakes her head. “Guards blow like petards. They don’t help us.”

Your heart sinks at these words. It seems all these people were here because the city wouldn’t take them in. And the guards are no help either, apparently. You wonder what happened to your city, where once everyone was welcome.

Halsin sighs and shakes his head in disapproval. “This city is a poor place to be in need of help. Even the guards can’t be trusted to protect the most vulnerable.”

You silently agree and think of how you could help that girl. You decide to spare a few coins, so she can buy herself some food.

“I don’t know where your mum is, but here - take a few coins”, you offer her, not able to tell her that her mother is most likely dead. Halsin smiles at you warmly as you shoot him a quick glance, the sight making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh - erm. Thank you so much! I don’t have anything and you can’t do anything without any coin”, the little girl exclaims, bobbing on her toes and suddenly looking a little less tired. “I’ll pay you back. When I find my mum.” She turns around and bolts. “No need, it’s a gift!” you call after her but she has already vanished in the crowd.

You finally arrive at Wyrm’s Rock Crossing in the evening, after you had snuck past one of the new city guards - the so-called Steel Watch - and promised to investigate the murder of the local Ilmater priest. Another incident that seems to fuel the hate towards the refugees.

And that isn’t even all. The city is closed, even for you as a Baldurian, and to get in you’d need an Admission Pass - or wings. You sigh. You just want to get into the city, rent a room in the Elfsong and think about what to do next, now that the Absolute’s army must soon be upon the city.

It’s all too much and too little time. And you can’t just turn away from the people you met in Rivington either, they need help just as much as you need to find out how to beat the Absolute’s Chosen and get rid of the tadpoles.

When you make your way around camp that evening, checking up on your companions, Halsin notices your exhaustion, the way you slump your shoulders and how your usually impeccable stance falters. He wants to relieve you of at least a bit of the tension, so when you walk over to him, he offers you a massage. The things he wants to say to you can wait until tomorrow.

“Thank you, Halsin”, you accept, his hands turning you around and gently pushing you down to sit on your knees before him. You sigh as his broad hands knead the tension from your back and by the time he is finished, you feel like a sleepy, boneless lump of flesh, muscles completely relaxed. You thank Halsin again before you retire to your bedroll, the hopeful thought that the offer might’ve been more than Halsin’s usual kindness crossing your mind before you drift off to sleep.

The next evening, you were finally inside the city walls. You consider the new information of the day. How you got your hands on an invitation to the celebration at Wyrm’s rock fortress, your disbelief to see that it was Lord Gortash’s coronation as Arch Duke, how he made the tadpoled Duke Ravengard give up his power and how Bane’s Chosen then proposed an alliance against Orin, the shapeshifter that had already approached you in Rivington. You had agreed to kill her, but you definitely wouldn’t leave Gortash his Netherstone. But that is a problem for another day. You had managed to get a room in the Elfsong Tavern and as usual you make your way through it to hear what your companions think of all that had happened today. Most approve of your decision. Halsin is the last person you speak to and as always, he has just the right words to ease your worries. For now, at least.

“Wait-”, he grabs your arm before you can leave. “I didn’t thank you yet.” His large hand is warm and makes your skin tingle where it touches you.

“Thank me? For what?” He chuckles at your puzzled look. “For all that you did in Rivington yesterday. You have so many worries and yet you still go out of your way to help those in need. The way you made that little girl smile, or how you didn’t hesitate to investigate what happened to that Ilmater priest.” A blush creeps up your cheeks as he continues. “I’m afraid Nature’s balance can never be restored in a city like this, but seeing what you do every day without expecting anything in return gives me hope. And for that I thank you.” You smile up at him, lost for words with your heart beating fast.

“I appreciate you saying this. I wish I could to more, to help everyone, but if I can at least do a little good, it’s worth the exhaustion at the end of the day”, you eventually admit with a smile. Halsin grins. “You’re too modest. I wager you don’t even know how extraordinary you truly are.” Your cheeks blush an even deeper red at those words and only when you retire to bed for the evening does your heart resume its normal pace again. But the warm feeling Halsin’s presence gave you remained for the night.

After you had the first proper breakfast since your crash with the Nautiloid, you feel ready to explore the city and find out how to best deal with all your problems. You hadn’t particularly missed the bustle and noise of your old home, but you can’t help feeling safer now that you were in familiar surroundings again.

Gale proposed to go to Sorcerous Sundries, both to find out more about the Elderbrain’s crown and to see what the wizard there wants with your companion Nightsong. Since you don’t have an idea where to find Orin yet, you figure that this is as good as any other thing you could be doing. 

The way from Elfsong to the magic shop isn’t far and you still have some time before it opens, so you decide to stop by the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette to update yourself on any news you had missed in your absence and struggle with the Absolute.

Scanning the title page, you notice the date in the corner and your brows shoot up in surprise. Noticing this, Gale asks if you found anything important in the newspaper.

“No, it’s just that I realised today is my birthday and I've completely forgotten about it. That means we have been on the road for more than two months already”, you wonder aloud before you add, “It doesn’t feel that long.”

“Well, then we have to celebrate of course!” Gale exclaims happily. You smile at his enthusiasm but shake your head. “We have bigger problems for now. Let’s see what this Lorroakan wants with Dame Aylin and then get on with our business. Besides,” you shrug, “we didn’t celebrate birthdays in my monastery anyways so I won’t miss anything.”

“If you say so,” Gale replies and you turn your attention back towards the page you were studying before.

You had already forgotten about the conversation as you come into your chamber in the Elfsong, grateful for the few minutes alone during the bath you had taken and the respite for your tired body.

But the moment you enter the room, Karlach and Shadowheart drag you to a set dinner table, laden with the most delicious food you could imagine. There aren’t your ordinary fish heads and the mouldy bread you usually have to call supper, instead delicious smelling pork roasts, pies, glazed carrots and potatoes, deep red apples and more pile atop the table, all lovingly placed around a huge flower bouquet in the middle of it.

You are so overwhelmed by the amount of work your friends must’ve put into this, that you can only stutter a ‘thank you’ before Karlach announces, “Happy birthday soldier! Halsin, Gale and Shadowheart here told us that today is your birthday and you never had a proper party before, so we decided to prepare you a little something!” With a grin she gestures from the table to one of the unoccupied beds, where a few packages are placed.

“You brought me presents too? You really didn’t have to!” you exclaim in surprise. You are so touched that your friends -among all the trouble- still found time to prepare the presents and this party for you that you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“Darling, no need to cry,” Astarion laughs as he pushes you onto your designated chair. “This is a party and not a funeral! Go ahead and enjoy yourself, it’s your special day after all!”

With a sniff and a small chuckle at Astarion’s words you sit down properly. He is right, of course, and you all clearly enjoy having a small break from the worries you faced at the moment.

Smiling hesitantly, you grab some meat and vegetables and start to eat - it really is delicious. You revel in the laughter and conversations with your friends, your weariness from todays fight forgotten for the moment.

When all of you can’t possibly eat any more, Karlach drags you over to the bed with the presents. You can tell she is excited to see if you like the few things your companions managed to get you in the time they had for preparing, so you start unpacking.

The first present contains a book on the monastery you were raised in, with a handwritten note from Gale:

“I’m sure you already know most information this book has to offer, but I thought it might still bring you comfort and remind you of home.” You thank him with a tight hug and carefully place the book into your bag.

The next package is a bottle of the finest liquor of the Elfsong Tavern, plus a sparkler for every one of your companions which Karlach sets of immediately.

Laughing at her shenanigans, you reach for the last and biggest present. It is wrapped in red paper and decorated with a little white bow. You wonder where your companions had managed to find all those things while you carefully pull the paper open. Soon a dress falls out of the packaging and you gaze at it in awe. Your fingers trace the deep forest green fabric, intricate silver and gold patterns weaved into it.

“This is beautiful, thank you, truly!” you say earnestly. You still can’t quite believe that all this should be for you. “I thought you would like it”, smiles Shadowheart. “And I’m certain it will suit you beautifully. Go now - try it on!” she urges you.

You walk to the bathroom which still smells of the quince-scented soap you had used for your bath a few hours before. While changing, you bask in that warm feeling in your chest these moments among your friends always grant you. Whatever problems you had encountered, in your opinion they have all been worth it just for the people you found and let into your heart along the way. As cheesy as that sounds.

You regard yourself in the mirror. The dress is cut low and close-fitting, capturing your cleavage in a very flattering way. Maybe too flattering, if you think about it too much. This isn’t something you’d usually wear, but you have to admit that you like the way the dress looks on you. A bit insecure you go back into your room, where you are greeted with approving cheers and whistles from your friends.

“You look absolutely stunning”, Shadowheart admires. “I knew it would look good on you! Turn around please”, she commands. You do what you are told, with red cheeks at the compliment.

When you face Shadowheart again, you notice Halsin gazing at you with pure admiration - and something else you can’t quite place. You think you notice a golden shimmer in his eyes, but that could be a trick of the light considering all the candles in the room.

“I must admit, your neck looks very tempting in that dress but I know someone who is a lot hungrier for you than me right now”, Astarion remarks with a wicked grin and a sideward glance. You frown at him, though you can’t help your heart skipping a beat at these words. Could he possibly mean Halsin?

“Now, what would a party be without some music and dance?” Wyll interrupts your thoughts and as if these words have summoned her, the bard the party had met in the druid grove appears in the doorway.

“Alfira!” you exclaim happily and immediately rush over to hug her. “I’m so glad you got to Baldur’s Gate alright!”

Alfira grins at you. “Yes, thanks to you and your friends here. When they reached out to me today and told me it was your birthday, I just had to come! Wyll organised everything.” You nod to him in thanks. “Now, I don’t have anything to give you but just tell me what you want to hear and I will play it for you!”

“Thanks, Alfira, that’s more than enough for me”, you beam and lead her into the room towards your group. “Wyll, now is your chance to show me your dancing!” You say as you take his hand and pull him into the middle of the room, then you grab Karlach and Gale and start to move to the tune Alfira started to play. Karlach swirls you around and Wyll shows you the dance moves from court, which -to be honest- remind you a bit of the mating dances you had seen with a few bird species.

Out of breath from all the dancing and laughing, you request a slower tune from the tiefling bard. You manage to persuade Shadowheart to put away her wine for a moment and start to waltz around the room with her. She is quite the good dancer and you wonder where she had learned it, with her being raised in a Sharran temple and everything.

At the next tune, you approach Halsin. With your head light from the wine, you have finally gathered the courage to ask him for what you have secretly thought about the whole time.

Still, you can feel your heart beating in your throat. “Erm…Halsin, w-would you honour me with a dance?” you eventually manage to mumble out shyly.

“Of course, little flower. Whatever your heart desires.” That particular heart skips a beat at his intimate tone. “Although you might wish you hadn’t asked me that once you’ve seen my dancing”, he adds with a chuckle as he takes your hand.

He leads you into the room and starts to swirl you around to the melody of Alfira’s lute. He definitely isn’t as graceful as Shadowheart but certainly not as bad as he has made it sound. But even if he’d had the dancing skills of a bugbear, you wouldn’t have noticed. His large and warm hand around your waist and the smile with which he regards you sends your pulse through the ceiling. His smell of pine and honey and fresh air intoxicates you and it is hard to keep your feet from getting tangled in your dress.

When he leans down to you, you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. “Before you go and mingle again, I still have a present for you. I wasn’t sure if you would even like it”, he admits, “but I have decided to give it to you anyways.” When the tune ends, he leads you to the space in your room where his bed stands and bends down to search his pack.

You think about how long it took you to realise how attracted you are to the druid as you admire his strong back before you. Of course, you have noticed his kindness and compassion and you have always marvelled at the way he drew strength from nature. But only since you had some kind of break these last days have you begun to understand the depth of your affection for the man before you. It runs deeper than mere friendship and the echo of his hands on your back have awoken a hunger inside you that only grows stronger the more you look at Halsin. How desperately you hope that he feels the same way about you…

When he stands up to turn around, you quickly brush away the thought that has sent the heat into your cheeks again.

“You’re the only one who knows of my secret passion”, he begins jokingly, “so I thought you might accept this as my present for your special day.” He hands you a small whittled duck he has apparently made in the hours you were away from camp. You can’t help but tear up at the thought of how much effort he has put into all the details he has carved. There are even small webbed feet on the underside of the little duck.

“Thank you Halsin, this is an amazing gift!” You smile down at the little duck. “You are amazing”, you add quietly.

“With all that you have done for me, I should be the one thanking you night and day.” As you look into his eyes again you see that his gaze is now very solemn. “There was another reason for wanting to speak to you privately. I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now.” Your heart flutters in recognition of his words, the confession sending sparks across your skin.

“I want more than to fight at your side, or to sit around the campfire with you. I want to lay with you under the stars and feel your skin against mine.” Halsin’s gaze on you is intense, filling your chest with a burning heat that slowly spreads lower into your belly, as if the wine you have been drinking suddenly caught on fire inside of you.

Halsin continues, “I think you feel the same way - but tell me I’m wrong and the matter can rest. I do not wish to sour our friendship, but I have to know if it can be something more.”

You stare at him for a moment before you realise that he waits for your answer.

“Y-you’re not wrong, far from it”, you whisper. “I would like that very much.” You smile up at him and he takes your hand in his.

“May I kiss you?” he breathes out, relieved. You nod and he bends down to gently press his lips on yours.

His hand slides up your arm and to your back while he places his other behind your head, gently pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

You feel his tongue prodding at your lips, demanding entrance and you happily oblige. The feeling of his soft lips on yours sends you spiralling and you can’t stifle the small moan that escapes you. Halsin sends out a silent prayer to Silvanus - if that is all it takes to make you moan, what sounds do you make when he finally gets to taste you? Groaning, his hand on your back slowly wanders lower, a silent question of permission in his eyes. You press your body against his as an answer, feeling the heat radiating off his chest … and lower.

Halsins hand grips your ass firmly, making you gasp, the other joining in and hoisting you up on his hips, turning you both around and pressing your back to the wall. You cannot stop the surprised squeak that escapes your lips at the sudden movement and Halsin presses his mouth on yours to stifle it.

The feeling of the growing bulge in his pants between your legs and the low moan Halsin utters before kissing you even more vigorously sends a shiver down your spine, pressure starting to build between your thighs.

In a desperate attempt to pull him closer, your hands grip Halsin’s hair, arms, everything you can reach. But before you can lose yourself in him, Halsin releases your lips, panting, and rests his forehead against yours.

“I would very much like to continue”, he whispers, his breathing ragged and voice hoarse with desire, “but the others will expect us back and I think you would probably like a bit more privacy.” He sighs and softly kisses your hair. “I will come to your bed when the party has ended, little flower. But don’t expect much sleep”, he adds with a wicked grin. You can only nod as he gently props you back on your feet.

With your head spinning, you get back to the others, averting your eyes from the knowing smirks of Astarion and Shadowheart noticing your ruffled hair and flushed cheeks. You ignore them, trying to engage in some more conversation and one or two dances while the thought of what awaits you won’t leave your head.

When the last of the party finally bids you goodnight, you hurry to bed, awaiting Halsin. You can’t get away from the echoes of his hands on your body, heart already racing again and warmth blooming in your belly. Even if he hadn’t promised you he’d come tonight, you would’ve been unable to sleep.

A soft rustle next to your ear startles you from your thoughts and as you turn your head, you could make out Halsin’s large figure in the dark, crouching beside your bed.

He cuts you off from what you wanted to say by placing a finger on your mouth, his other hand sliding under your back and pulling you into an upright position. With your heart beating into your throat, you take the hand Halsin offers as he gently beckons you to follow him into the corridor outside of the room the party shares, then further into a small but cosy bedroom on the next floor.

The door closes with a click and before you can say anything, Halsin sweeps you up into his arms, pressing you flat against the door and capturing your lips in a kiss that feels like it burns you from the inside.

Halsin’s fresh, earthy scent floods your senses as your tongues intertwine and your hands find their way into his hair, tugging at his braids. You whine when Halsin lets go of your lips, only to gasp as he starts nibbling and placing searing kisses on your jaw while his hands squeeze your ass firmly, bringing your bodies as close together as possible.

You moan at the growing ache between your thighs but plant your small fists against his shoulders anyway, gently pushing him away a bit. Halsin’s eyes, pupils wide and dark with desire, find yours.

“What is it my heart?” he asks, voice hoarse. “Do you want me to stop?” You see no disappointment in his gaze, only worry and your heart swells at how selfless your lover is. You avert your eyes, suddenly embarrassed to tell what troubles you.

“I- I j-just wanted t-to say that … um … well, I- I have never been with someone before”, you mumble eventually, averting your gaze as you blush furiously.

“Silvanus, preserve me”, Halsin groans out before almost dropping you and stumbling backwards, trying to steady himself on the small desk opposite the bed. With wide eyes you regard what is happening before you. Halsin drops to his knees, a deep animalistic growl coming from his lips as his eyes fill with golden light and he transforms into his huge bear form.

You gasp and nearly trip over your feet in an attempt to make room for the bear before you, but the animal fills almost the entire chamber. After finally regaining his composure, Halsin manages to change back into his elf form, with a snarl and a ragged breath coming from his lips.

“Forgive me. I- lost the run of myself.” He shakes his head in disgust at his outbreak, terrified that he has ruined this precious moment with you before it could properly begin, and slowly gets back to his feet. “Sometimes, when blood runs hot enough, it’s difficult to tame the beast. And the thought of you trusting me enough to share your first time with me … well, you saw what happened”, he smiles tentatively, slowly approaching you again with hesitation in his eyes.

“Don’t apologise”, you assure him with a shy smile. “I like it.” If possible, you blush even harder now. “Maybe for another time…?” you add, fidgeting nervously with the front of your dress.

A relieved grin spreads over Halsin’s face. “You like it..?”, he chuckles. “You are full of surprises, little flower.” As he steps forward, he bends down to gently plant a kiss on your cheek, only to proceed to bite at your earlobe which elicits a delicious moan from you.

“I’m glad you think so, but now you’ve made it even harder for me not to outright devour you”, his low voice whispers in your ear. “Nevertheless, I will be gentle. Or at least I’ll try to be.” You swallow hard, arousal sending shivers down your spine.

Halsin’s arms wrap around your waist again as he kisses your jaw, your forehead and nose, until eventually his lips find yours again, his tongue ravaging you like a man starving. His hands, this time directly shoving under your dress, firmly grip your thighs. He ruts against you, growling, his now rock-hard cock pressing against the confinements of his clothing.

His fingers trail higher up, kneading your ass, then stroking the soft skin of your back before slowly wandering even higher. His touch sends jolts through your body and you can feel the heat between your legs, already nearly too much to bear.

His eyes hold an unspoken question and when you nod, Halsin lifts your dress off and brings his mouth down on one of your breasts, the hand that’s not on your back now gently kneading the other, massaging the hardened nipple between his fingers. You mewl at the sensation, impossibly more pressure building between your thighs. Halsin gently bites down at your breast, only to run his tongue over it afterwards to soothe the mark he made. You moan and arch your back, desperately trying to press closer against Halsin’s still overly clothed erection, wanting to feel everything of him.

He growls and his mouth begins to place kisses down your front, between your breasts, on the soft flesh of your belly until he is on his knees before you, his warm breath fanning over you and flooding you with heat.

“More?” he asks, his pupils blown wide with lust, as his thumbs brush the soft skin between your legs. “Please”, you whine, knees almost too weak to stand and your underwear already embarrassingly soaked.

Halsin wastes no time, pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs, his one hand holding you in place and his other slowly -too slowly- sliding your panties down your legs. The sight of you bare and dripping with need before him almost makes him lose control again, makes him want to take you, devour you, fuck you, mark you and then fill you to the brim with his cum but with a groan he wills himself to calm down and be gentle with you. He won’t hurt you. He won’t.

He exhales deeply, lifting one of your legs up and slowly swiping his tongue through your wet folds, which earns him a choked gasp. His nose nudges your clit as his tongue starts stroking, slowly at first, then faster and with more pressure. You can’t help the way each expert swipe of his tongue makes your hips buck into his mouth as countless moans and sighs fall out of your mouth. Halsin growls in response, the vibrations around your sensitive bud making your legs shake. You can barely keep up and the coil in your belly is tightening ever faster with Halsin’s mouth sucking your clit and his tongue inside you.

“You are sweeter than honey, my heart”, he groans as his tongue presses flat against you. “Let me taste you as you come undone on my tongue.” With your mind clouded with lust, all you can do is moan out Halsin’s name and press yourself further against your lover’s mouth.

He understands anyway, now slowly dragging a thick finger through your dripping folds until he stops, teasingly pressing against your entrance. You whine, begging him to fill you, to do anything to release the overwhelming pressure between your thighs. When he finally thrusts into you, you can’t stifle the cry of pleasure that escapes your mouth. With Halsin’s finger now working your cunt open, his mouth continues its ministrations, licking and sucking your clit, soaking your legs with your slick.

With a wicked grin, Halsin inserts a second finger into your quivering hole, pushing inside over and over again, holding you firmly in place as you try to writhe away from the intense pleasure. His fingers coil upwards in response, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Please Halsin…”, you beg, toes curling and legs shaking, “I’m close- I- Oh!“

Moaning into your cunt, Halsin picks up his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you as his tongue swipes over your clit again and again, bringing you closer to your end.

One more thrust with his fingers and a soft nip of his teeth against the sensitive bud between your legs is all it needs to send you spiralling over the edge. “Ha- Halsin!” you cry out, hips jerking violently and fingers digging into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you with the force of a lightning bolt. He moans at the sensations of your walls contracting around his fingers, the urge to take you and feel you squeeze his cock with your needy cunt almost overwhelming him.

You whine when he pulls his fingers out and stands up, bringing you in for a passionate kiss as you still struggle to regain your breath. Tasting yourself on Halsin’s tongue pulls a small moan from you and an embarrassed heat creeps up your back at the thought of how aroused you already are again.

With a smile, Halsin pulls away. “You are amazing, little flower”, he whispers breathlessly as he picks you up and gently places you on the bed, admiring your flushed body.

If Halsin’s tongue hadn’t just turned your mind to goo, you might have been able to return that compliment, but alas-

“May I go further?” Halsin asks and when you nod he swiftly discards of his clothes, you licking your lips at the sight of the elf naked before you. Your eyes take in his form, from his muscled arms down to the soft curve of his belly and- oh gods. Your eyes widen. You didn’t think he would be that big and the thought of him filling you makes you gulp down a mixture of fear and arousal.

Attentive as always, Halsin notices your insecurity and bends down to press gentle kisses against your ear. “We don’t have to do this, my heart…”, he whispers while he rubs soothing circles into your hips. He looks at you, his expression earnest. You bite your lip, thinking for a moment before answering. “N-no, I want this”, you assure him, your voice still weak but pleading now. The way you look so sweet with your little fangs on your lips makes Halsin feral and he kisses you again, desperate and more passionate this time. He groans into the kiss as he gently spreads your legs for him, lining up his tip with your dripping slit and sliding through your soft folds before stopping just at your entrance. The sensation of his hard length so close to entering you is enough to make your head fall back, eyes squeezed shut. “If it’s getting too much, tell me and I will stop immediately”, he whispers soothingly. “Now relax for me, little flower.”

All thoughts leave your head as Halsin slides in, agonizingly slow. The stretch would be painful if your lover hadn’t prepared you so thoroughly beforehand, but now you only feel pure bliss. Raising your head, you can see that he isn’t even halfway in but gods, you feel so full already that you can’t stifle the choked gasp that escapes your throat.

“You’re doing so well, my heart. Just a little bit more- mngh-!“ Halsin’s growl sends jolts through your spine as he finally bottoms out. You can see just how much effort it takes him to hold back by the way his jaw tenses and his chest is heaving.

“By Silvanus, you’re so tight-!“ A shiver crawls down his back, carrying a wave of soft golden light with it, as Halsin’s eyes light up with his magic for a moment. The thought of how you are able to bring your lover to the precipice of losing control is extremely flattering and you feel yourself clenching around Halsin’s cock, making him grunt in response. Finally somewhat accustoming to his size, you arch your back into the mattress below you. The new angle makes you moan in pleasure as you grip the sheets for support.

“Are you still feeling good, little flower?”, Halsin asks as he slides a hand from your hip under your back to support you. You can only form one thought. “More- please Halsin!” you whine desperately. You don’t have to ask twice, with a low growl he slides out - just to knock the breath out of you with his first, hard thrust. He sets a steady pace, one that leaves you moaning and gasping out his name. Halsin takes your small hands into his, pressing them into the bed beside you to pin you down, pushing into you deep and slow while he places bites and kisses on your throat and chest that will surely leave marks come morning.

Gods, Halsin thought. The sight of your small body sprawled beneath him, split apart by his thick cock while he fucks into you relentlessly is driving him insane. He is growling with every thrust now and each one of them makes you cry out in pleasure. It doesn’t take long until he has you on the precipice of release again, your cunt fluttering around Halsin’s length.

“H- halsin- please! I’m so close!” you can only beg, not sure if you can take much more, your body feeling like it might explode. “Come for me, my heart”, Halsin demands in a gravelly voice before pressing a thumb to your clit, rubbing and massaging until his name leaves your lips in a hoarse cry as your orgasm hits you with full force. Your hips jerk upwards, walls clenching around Halsin as you notice the tears from the overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. He continues to pound into you, prolonging your release and muttering praises for you under his breath.

Through the fog in your mind you wonder how Halsin still has the energy to keep going, his pace unwavering while you are completely spent, gladly accepting whatever your lover has to give you as long as you’re not required to move.

So, you do not see it coming when Halsin suddenly pulls out of you, the unexpected emptiness making you whine in displeasure, only for him to flip you over and press your chest into the soft bedding while he gently raises your hips.

“I know it’s a lot right now but I need you to cum for me one more time, my heart”, Halsin huffs with a strained voice, pushing inside you once more and grabbing a fistful of your hair to keep you in place. The new position lets him slide even deeper than before and you can’t help the strangled cry that leaves you when Halsin starts pounding into you again, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back with blinding pleasure.

“’s too much- please-!” you sob, your poor overstimulated clit still trying to recover from the last orgasm. But Halsin doesn’t relent and you can feel sharp pricks on your hips where his hand grips you, fingers partially wild-shaped into claws and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Seeing just how feral you drive him makes your hole clench around his shaft, the squeeze causing his hips to stutter as a grunt leaves his lips. “Silvanus preserve me”, Halsin pants as he fucks into you even faster, “if you keep squeezing me like that I will not be able to stop myself from claiming you completely, from making you mine and filling you up with my seed.”

You whimper at the image of Halsin pumping his cum into you, fucking it deep into your womb until he is sure that it has taken hold. You cannot pretend you haven’t thought about it before, the idea usually sending an embarrassed heat into your cheeks, but now - gods, now you needed it.

Completely breathless you moan, “Halsin I- ah-! please-! Fill me with your cubs!” These words were the last needed for Halsin to lose himself completely in you, driving himself into you with punishing strokes that cause you to arch yourself into him while moans and whispered curses fall from both your lips. The coil in your stomach is so tight again and when Halsin takes the hand from your hip to softly press on your lower belly you see stars. Your walls clench around Halsin’s cock and you feel him twitch inside you, a sign that he too is close to release. All it takes to send you over the edge is his finger pressed against your clit, your body shaking violently beneath him, toes curling, while waves of ecstasy course through you and you cry out his name.

With a last snap of his hips and a low moan, Halsin comes as well, twitching cock releasing hot spurts of cum inside your still fluttering walls. He continues to pump into you until the aftershocks of your shared orgasm have subsided, before he slowly pulls out. You collapse onto the mattress, exhaustion settling over your overstimulated body.

Halsin gets onto the bed with you, gently gathering you up in his arms and placing your head against his broad chest. “You’ve done so well for me, little flower”, he whispers into your ear, placing soft kisses on your face before he looks your body up and down. One of his hands comes up to stroke a strand of hair away from your damp forehead and to gently lift your chin in order to look you in the eyes. You note worry in his gaze, his brows furrowed in remorse when he plants a feather light kiss on your lips.

“I’ve hurt you”, he states. “I’m so sorry, my heart. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

You smile up at him and cuddle deeper into his arms before you shake your head. “Don’t apologise. I loved every second of it. There is no birthday present in this world that can ever match this”, you confess with a shy grin. “Although I have to admit I’m a little sore. You sure did your best to make sure I’m unable to walk tomorrow.”

Halsin chuckles. “I can help with that”, he answers with a sly smile, his free hand sliding down your body to stroke through your soft folds, muttering an incantation under his breath. As the familiar glow of the healing spell engulfs his fingers, you feel a rush of warmth where he touches you. A moan escapes your lips before you could stop it, eliciting a mischievous smirk from your lover as you hide your face against his chest in embarrassment.

“I’d be happy to go again, my love, but I think you need some rest first. Besides, we still have an Elderbrain to kill, so we’ll need our strength tomorrow.” You nod at that, the tiredness in your bones leaving you unable to object, even if you had wanted to. But you know he is right, so when Halsin wraps a blanket around you to carry you to the bathroom, you just relax into his chest, the sound of his steady breathing soothing you.

When the bathtub is filled with warm water, you are already half asleep, barely registering that Halsin is gently cleaning you up, rinsing the sweat from your hair and body and rubbing salve over the bite marks and the bruises on your hips once you are dry again.

You can hear the soft snores and deep breathing from your companions when Halsin brings you back into the room you share, all of them already fast asleep. Absentmindedly you wonder how long you and Halsin have been away, but the thought is gone as soon as Halsin places you on your bed.

“Goodnight, my little flower. Sleep well.” He gives you a kiss and turns to leave. You manage to grab his hand before he does, stopping him in his tracks.

“Stay with me tonight?” you mumble sleepily. Halsin smiles, warmth and adoration filling his chest as he carefully climbs next to you, the bedframe creaking slightly with his additional weight, and wraps his arms around your smaller figure. The thought of how your companions might react in the morning seeing you two in one bed briefly crosses your mind, but Halsin’s steady breathing and the soft pulse of his heart against your back soon drown out anything else as you drift to sleep in his warm embrace.

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Part 2 is here now!