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#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEN!
ken-branagh · 5 months
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BEATRICE & BENEDICK MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING (1993), dir. Kenneth Branagh
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deweyduck · 2 months
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@pscentral​​ event 25: seasons
↳ HAPPY 65TH BIRTHDAY BARBIE! 💖 (9 March, 1959)
"Positive attitude changes everything."
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05.10 Happy Birthday Draken!!!!
Thank you for everything you do( ´ ▽ ` )
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snarkspawn · 1 month
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well, another meme redraw that I can finally cross off my to-draw-list lmao
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xulips · 9 months
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whatever path i take, you'll always be by my side
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fragolettes · 4 months
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Happy Birthday Kaneki Ken RKGK
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stupidfuckingwindow · 6 months
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Eyes // Ken
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Summary: Ken's fears about you possibly leaving him finally boil over.
Word count: 822
Tw: Hurt w/ some comfort.
Ken loves you. He'd do anything for you, so long as you continue to give him attention and care about him. So long as you don't leave him alone.
He doesn't know what he'd do without you. Ken is frightened by just the thought of it, the thought that he just isn't worth the effort- That you will go, and he'll have no one anymore. He'd have to go back to Barbieland, where everything and everyone is perfect, and he'd have to be, too.
But he doesn't.. Ken doesn't want to go back. Surely, if Barbie- no, Barbara, he reminds himself- managed to make a life for herself in the real world and is thriving, then, he, in theory, should be able to do that too.
So why isn't he thriving like she is? Does Barbara secretly feel the way he does? And, if not, why does he have to feel this way? Is he just not good enough to feel adequate and in place here, too?
Why am I not good enough to feel happy, but she is?
Before he knows it, there are tears blotting out his vision, and Ken has to sit up from the bed you two share in order to rub at them. A whimper is choked out of him, and he presses his palms to his eyes, trying to bury his face in his hands.
Ken knows that it's okay to cry, but he hates it. Sometimes he hates not always being perfect and having all these complicated new thoughts and emotions that he didn't even know existed before this. You're always telling him you love him- that you'd never leave him alone. He knows that you won't. But.. But what if you do? There are just so many possibilities. What if he's just another annoying problem for you?
He sits there for a moment, crying in silence from within his lone company. Ken's breathing is shaky, and he mumbles out an incoherent string of words, attempting to comfort himself and failing. The more the tries, the worse it makes him feel.
Ken knows that he can't really do much of anything to help you out. He barely knows how to drive a car, much less pay bills. And you're always so far away all the time. He can't visit you at work because he doesn't know where you work, and that scares him, too. How can he make sure you're always safe if he can't always be with you?
Sure, you're always back home at the end of the day, but what if you don't come back? What if you're hurt, or scared, or..
Ken's tears pour faster at the thought, and his shoulders shake. By now, he's bawling his eyes out, breathing picking up as he silently panics. "Help," he whispers, to himself, voice breaking. It's a cry that sounds defeated, desperate and begging someone, anything just to hold and comfort him.
The jingling of keys at the front door makes his head snap upwards, towards the direction of the noise. Ken leaps up, already bolting out of your room to get to you. He's so quick in his hasty scramble towards the living room that he forgets to wipe his tears from his cheeks.
Ken nearly trips over himself and then some, fumbling over his own two feet.
Once he does get to you, his arms are wrapped tightly around your torso, face buried into your neck. "I was so scared," Ken admits, as another sob wracks his body. He pulls you closer to his chest, pressing you firmly to him. "So, so scared."
"I thought you were going to leave me! Please don't. Please. Please don't leave me. I don't want to go, I'll- I'm- I.. I'm terrified. I don't want you to go. I don't want to disappoint you. I can't drive a car, or work, and I can't even beach here, either. I don't.. I don't have anything to offer, and-" He interrupts himself with a loud, choked out cry.
His fingers dig into your clothes, balling the material up in his hands. "I'm such a mess. How can you want me?"
Ken slowly pulls away to look at you, his pretty, big blue eyes watering- Irritated and puffy. He sniffles, tears still pouring down his cheeks, and his lip wobbles. You reach out, cupping his warm face in your hands and wiping them away.
He leans into your touch, a heavy sigh leaving him. His eyes flutter shut, and Ken's breathing slows. A soft sniffle leaves him. He takes a minute to regain his breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. When he does speak again, his voice is quiet and it breaks.
His eyes open again, pretty blues landing on your face to just.. Look at you, remind himself that, yes, you are still here and that you came back to see him. "I missed you."
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akimao · 1 year
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Ken "Draken" Ryuguji + kawasaki zephyr 400
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tysonjost · 7 months
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"I wanted to give Taylor Swift a friendship bracelet with my number on it. Your number as in 87 or your phone number? You know which one." HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRAVIS KELCE (October 5, 1989)
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okkennymay · 1 month
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Made a lil birthday present for my dad for his Birthday <3 Made in one frantic afternoon because I have no concept of time and the day itself crept up on me before I knew it @c@
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rinwhore · 1 year
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HAPPY DRAKEN DAY!<33333
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amoneki-ramblings · 4 months
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Happy birthday to the stinky idiot !!
ver. without text under the cut:
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lazysublimeengineer · 2 years
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Official Birthday Illustration for Hanma
— Illustrated by Mr. Ken Wakui
Hanma: "Smoke?"
Kisaki: "What? Do you think I'm the type of guy who just wants to be a delinquent and start smoking just for form's sake? I'm a delinquent even if I don't smoke. Do you understand?"
Hanma: "Hmmm...so, do you smoke?"
Kisaki: "......"
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Never change Hanma. That's my guy right there.
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linpunny · 1 year
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Synopsis: it’s your boyfriend’s birthday so what better gift can you give him other than watching a movie on the couch, pussy eating, and a birthday blow job?
CW: Oral (m.f receiving) Fingering, pet names (baby girl, good girl), cussing, throat fucking, size kink
Network: @enchantedforest-network
Reader has a kitty kat but no pronouns
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: this is extremely self indulgent and Dessy coded. Happy birthday Ken 🖤
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Draken sees you in the tiniest black skirt, fishnets hugging the plump flesh of your thighs, and he wonders what it would feel like to rip the thin fabric, trace his rough calloused hands up and down the curves of your body as he stares up at the shock on your face from in between your thighs.
Just the thought has Draken throbbing as he tries the pay attention to the movie you suggested the two of you watch for his birthday. But the the way your skirt hitches up when you fidget or readjust your legs gives him just the slightest view of the lace hidden underneath the nets and skirt. And that view alone was driving him absolutely insane.
Draken thinks at this point you were going to continue to torture him with the way your pretty eyes kept darting from the screen to him and then back again as you picked at the chipped polish on your nails. The sexual tension in the air thickened with each passing minute until it was almost suffocating, neither one of you wanting to make the move that would surely send you both into the throws of the most passionate moment of intimacy that you both desired so badly. It wouldn’t the first or the last time the two of couldn’t finish a movie.
He can't handle the way his cock strains in his pants anymore so he throws his arm over the lip of the couch, nudging you with his knee to get your attention. And when you turn your head to look at him you let out the smallest shyest squeak that gets muffled by his lips. That muffled squeak turns into a sigh as you melt into the kiss, face slotting against his while he pulls you into his lap, legs straddling him. Draken’s tongue darts out to lick your lower lip. easily parting them for his tongue to slide in to dance with yours.
Draken's big hands do exactly as he imagined as they map out your curves, slipping under your top to grab and grope at your breasts. The way you mewl makes a growl rumble in his chest as he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you to him as he stares at you with a predatory gaze that makes you so so wet for him.
In an instant Draken has you flipped on your back, his body nestled inbetween your thighs. His large hands running along your inner thigh dangerously close to your soaked cunt. His head dips down to place a soft kiss on your knee, nipping at the fishnets playfully. Your hands immediately go to cover your flushed face as you look away in embarrassment. "Don't act all shy now, baby girl. You wore this for me didn't ya?" The way he smirks makes your heart throb and pussy clench around nothing as you spread your legs wide just for him nodding.
“Good fucking girl." Draken coos one hand on each thigh, thick fingers hooking under the criss cross pattern of the fish nets. One rough tug and he has them easily ripping apart to expose your damp panties. He's bent over, moving the wet fabric aside, already face deep in your soaked cunt, licking sinfully slow lines up from your pussy to your throbbing clit and then back again.
Two of Draken’s thick fingers tease your entrance while he places wet kisses on your sensitive bud. When he hears the sweet saccharine whimpers falling from you lips he smirks, finally pushing the two fingers into the slick of your pussy pumping steadily as he continues to playfully tease your clit with his lips and tongue. His long fingers continue to scissor open your folds while he swirls his tongue over your overstimulated pearl, a low heat begins to coil in your lower stomach threatening to snap at any minute. Both your hands thread into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer to your core as you begin to feel the coil snapping with each pump of his fingers and flick of his tongue over your aching clit.
His hot tongue leaves your abused clit to dive into your wet heat, his thumb now rubbing soft circles over the bud. Draken’s other hand ghosts up over your thigh, past your mound and lays flat on your stomach pushing your shaking body back down on the couch each time you buck your pussy into his face. “Go on, cum f’me baby.” He groans into your core eagerly lapping up your sweet juices as you fuck his face with your pussy until the coil burns so hot that it snaps, cumming hard as he drinks up the sweetest cream he’s ever tasted in his life.
“Fuck Kenny!.” You whine as Draken’s tongue runs through your folds gathering up every last bit of cum with the tip and swallowing it all down until he's satisfied. It was his birthday after all and he enjoyed giving his baby the most mind blowing, thigh shaking, pussy quivering, heart racing orgasms more than anything in the world.
Even though Draken was satisfied with just getting you off he certainly didn’t mind when you pushed his large frame back onto the couch, reaching up and giving him a deep kiss, the taste of your cum still fresh on his lips. “Your turn now birthday boy.” You whispered into his lips giving him another kiss before you slid off the couch, positioning yourself inbetween his legs as you sat on your knees looking up at him through your lashes. It wasn’t very often that you took the lead, but he loved when you did.
You eyed the very noticeable bulge straining against his pants and gulped in excitement, as you leaned on your knees, unbuttoning his pants, one small hand tightly grip his shaft as the other pushed down his boxers enough for his length to spring out. The fat tip was already oozing pre as you pumped his shaft a few times, tongue darting out to wet your lips before you pressed the softest kiss to his swollen head, continuing to gently kiss down his shaft. The growl that rumbled in Draken’s chest made a shiver run down you spine. You flattened your tongue licking up the large vein until your back at his tip again, kitten licking his pre cum teasingly.
You meet his gaze and smile at the way his pupils were already so blown out from a few kisses and licks. Draken stared down at your small frame as you worked over his dick, the teasing starting to become too much for him, “Baby…” his words died in his chest as you finally wrapped your soft lips around his length, both hands tightly gripping what couldn’t fit in your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down in the slowest most sensual way possible. You wanted your boyfriend to feel just like he made you feel. you wanted him to melt, preferably in your mouth so you could get a taste of his delicious cum.
Another low groan left his parted lips as his head fell back in pleasure, brows threading together as he tried his best not to buck into your mouth. He knew you couldn’t take him all, but he loved watching you take as much of him as you could. One of Draken’s large hands rested on the crown of your head gently guiding you up and down his length while you jerked him in sync, his tip now grazing the back of your throat repeatedly as you moaned around him. “Ju-fuck…just like that Babygirl. Gunna cum soon, that what you want?”
He smirks as you nod in response still slurping nosily as your stroke him faster. It was true you wanted Draken to cum so desperately, your jaw was already aching, salvia dribbling out the corners of your mouth as you tried to keep pace with him as he continued to guide your warm mouth back down until his tip was snug in the back of your mouth. His cock spasmed in your mouth and you knew he was close to his release. His balls tightened as you hollowed your cheeks, your strokes and mouth starting to become sloppy as he pushed you further down on his cock until your nose was flush with his pelvis, his entire length nestled in your throat. You whined, throat constricting tightly as he reminded you to breathe as he took control, throughly fucking your throat.
The outline of his dick buried in your throat, tears swelling in your pretty eyes, the muffled moans vibrating through his shaft, and into his tighting abdomen was enough to make thick ropes of white shoot straight into your stomach. Draken’s eye shut tightly and he moaned, the hand in your hair keeping you in place as you mewled, swallowing every last drop of cum he gave you. His fingers relaxed in your hair, sweetly massaging your scalp as you pulled off with a lewd pop.“….”Happy birthday Ken…”
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ladychunli68 · 2 months
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Happy Birthday Chun-Li by @caxqov
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the-meghan-m · 7 months
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In honor of his birthday, let’s all take a moment to appreciate Fox Mulder and his singular brand of unhinged AuDHD boyfriend energy
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