#Video Editing Firm

[backofficepro-blog]

Work Smarter By Outsourcing Your Video Editing To Professionals

One of the best ways to connect with customers and generate leads is through video content. A well-made video can draw viewers in, inform them about your business and its offerings, and motivate viewers to take action.

However, producing compelling video content also calls for flawless editing that can give your content a perfect framework and present all of the video content in-depth. To make us feel emotionally involved and occasionally truly present in the content we're watching, the process is also essential for blending images and sounds.

Now, to perform video editing and produce professional-quality video content, you not only need specialized equipment but also significant video editing skills that take years to master.

This is when you can either strap down and try to start learning all the necessary skills and acquiring the best tools or work smarter and hire a video editing outsourcing firm to do the heavy lifting for you. 

To further highlight the importance of outsourcing video editing, listed below are some of the key benefits that you stand to gain by working with professionals in this field.

More time for essential tasks

Because it's challenging to be authentic, creative, and unique when you're overburdened with work from other parts of your business, editing video content becomes a lot of work.

When this happens, it is best to hire professionals to handle the editing so that your videos have a higher production value and less work for your staff. The time saved by outsourcing can then be applied to other crucial operations for your company.

Save on cost and resources 

When you edit video content in-house, you must not only pay for professional video editing software, tons of storage, and space for multiple screens, but you must also hire experts who know how to use your infrastructure.

Outsourcing experts, on the other hand, meticulously manage the structural process of editing your video, from ideation and scriptwriting to storyboarding, editing, and final production. As a result, outsourcing the editing is an excellent way to significantly reduce your operational expenses.

Get quality edits 

Video editing services provide a comprehensive package that improves your content; they have extensive knowledge of potential pitfalls and the ability to make constant and relevant revisions to produce a final high-quality video.

Outsourcing your video editing process, for example, can result in flawless video production because professional editors are familiar with the exact transition effects and filters for your video.

a wealth of experience at work that knows all about the possible pitfalls and makes constant and relevant revisions to produce a final high-quality video.

Access to industry expertise 

When you outsource your video editing needs, you gain access to the skill set, extensive knowledge, and experience of nimble and resourceful video editors in your area or elsewhere.

Furthermore, they have excellent video editing skills to assist you in creating content that will present your service- or product-based business to the target audience in the most authentic way possible.

[questwithambition]

Inspired by @luxe-pauvre and a couple of days late, I present July:

Read

I Will Fucking Piledrive You If You Mention AI Again *

The NYT Book Review Is Everything Book Criticism Shouldn't Be

Is it too late to do what you want?

My (no-longer-)secret magical practice **

Using a list to manage executive function

How To Be Influenced

Exclusive Ivy League Social Clubs Scramble for Memberships Amid Declining Interest

Meet the queen of the ‘trad wives’ (and her eight children) ***

A wizard of Earthsea - Ursula K LeGuin

The tombs of Atuan - Ursula K LeGuin

The Farthest Shore - Ursula K LeGuin

Fantasy: Realms of the imagination - published by the British Library

On the way to the wedding, Julia Quinn

Romancing Miss Bridgerton - Julia Quinn

Watched

Jonna Jinton +

Bernadette Banner - dressing to stay cool in summer

Nerdforge - building the ultimate art & gaming room (the origin of my just do stuff with your own two hands post)

A court of fey and flowers, Dimension 20

Mentopolis, Dimension 20

Listened to

Hozier. Again and again.

A Crooked Memory, Holding Absence

Post Human: NextGen, Bring Me the Horizon

Off book podcast

Went to

Hozier - Finsbury Park

Cat Burns - Kingston

[teamvisual]

[ppm90purplepromedia]

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As a premier provider of YouTube video editing services in Coimbatore, Purple Pro Media prides itself on its unwavering commitment to excellence and creativity. With a team of seasoned professionals, they specialize in curating visually stunning videos that resonate with viewers. Whether you're a content creator, business owner, or individual seeking to bolster your online presence, Purple Pro Media possesses the expertise and resources to transform your vision into reality.

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When it comes to video editing, precision is paramount, and Purple Pro Media excels in this aspect. From refining raw footage to incorporating special effects and optimizing audio, their team ensures that every facet of the video is polished to perfection. Whether you're aiming to create captivating intros, seamless transitions, or striking graphics, Purple Pro Media possesses the skills and expertise to bring your vision to fruition.

Moreover, Purple Pro Media places a premium on client satisfaction. They recognize that each project is unique and collaborate closely with clients to comprehend their objectives and preferences fully. Whether you're seeking to produce promotional videos, educational content, or entertainment pieces, Purple Pro Media listens attentively to your needs and delivers tailor-made solutions that align with your vision.

Furthermore, Purple Pro Media remains at the vanguard of video editing trends and technologies. They make continual investments in training and development to ensure that their team remains abreast of industry innovations. This steadfast commitment to innovation empowers them to deliver cutting-edge solutions that surpass client expectations.

In summary, Purple Pro Media emerges as a trusted ally for individuals and businesses in pursuit of expert YouTube video editing services in Coimbatore. With their strategic acumen, meticulous attention to detail, and unwavering dedication to client satisfaction, they have cemented their reputation as industry leaders. Whether you're aiming to produce engaging content for your YouTube channel, promotional materials for your business, or any other form of video content, Purple Pro Media stands ready to bring your vision to life.

[starwalkeranon-2]

I'll keep my EMH headcanon to myself until someone asks because it is a little fucked up, but I will put my TMC headcanon in the tags!

I like drama what IS a headcanon abt your fave that u hate

[propertyofwicked]

ONE - LN

summary: the quadrant team find themselves in a hotel for the night, but there's just one issue - there's only one bed left.

warnings: none, just fluff ig

a/n: this is so short and i kinda really hate it im so sorry - i think this was requested but i cant find it in my inbox :(

masterlist the playlist

y/n had been working with the quadrant team for a while now, helping out with filming and editing their videos. it was a dream job, honestly, getting to travel around and hang out with friends, even if it meant dealing with a few chaotic moments here and there.

they were on location, ready to shoot some new content for an upcoming video. however, when they arrived at the small hotel only to find that there were only three rooms available for the night, chaos ensued as they tried to figure out the sleeping arrangements. three bedrooms, six beds, six people.

“lando snores - absolutely not,” max called out, grabbing niran quickly.

“y/n wakes up at 6am - absolutely not,” ria followed, grabbing araav too, leaving y/n and lando stood quietly next to each other, assigned to a room despite not getting a word in edgeways.

“it’s a good thing i’m a heavy sleeper,” y/n sighed, looking up at lando who smiled at her softly.

“it’s a good thing i don’t mind waking up early,” lando replied, grabbing her camera bag before leading the two of them to their room. y/n fumbled with the keys, trying to unlock the door quickly.

she opened the door and froze, lando walking straight into her back, not expecting the sudden stop. there, in the middle of the room, was a single double bed. y/n turned back to lando, who was standing behind her with their bags.

“um, lando, we have a problem,” y/n said, stepping aside so he could see.

lando peered into the room and his eyes widened. “oh, great,” he muttered. “one bed.”

“yeah,” y/n said, rubbing the back of her neck, trying not to be saddened by his upset at the situation, “we’ll figure something out.”

“i’ll take the floor. it’s fine,” lando sighed.

“no, you won’t,” y/n shot back. “i’ll take the floor. you need a good night’s sleep for filming tomorrow.”

“so do you,” lando argued. “we can’t have you exhausted either.”

“no, i’ll take the floor,” y/n shot back, crossing her arms defiantly.

“y/n, don’t be ridiculous. i’m not letting you sleep on the floor.”

“well, i’m not letting you sleep on the floor either,” y/n countered, voice firm.

the others watched the back-and-forth with amused expressions, until max finally stepped in, appearing suddenly in the open door.

“you two are adults. just share the bed. it’s not a big deal.”

lando and y/n exchanged hesitant glances. they had been friends for years, sure, but sharing a bed felt... different. still, they both nodded, realising it was the most logical solution.

“fine,” y/n said, a touch reluctantly, “we can share the bed.”

as they got ready for bed, both of them were internally stressing. as y/n stood in the bathroom brushing her teeth, she couldn’t stop thinking about how close they’d be, especially when the mirror gave her the perfect view of lando laying on the bed, arm behind his head as he scrolled his phone. lando was trying to ignore the feeling in his stomach at the thought of lying next to y/n all night, one step away from googling alternatives to a cold shower. still, she climbed into the bed, each of them staying rigidly on their respective sides, trying to give each other as much space as possible - y/n half tempted to set up a pillow between the two to add some distance.

time passed and y/n found it impossible to fall asleep in the unfamiliar bed. she tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, and with each turn, the sheets rustled loudly in the otherwise silent room. every few minutes, she let out a frustrated sigh, clearly unable to settle.

lando, who was on the verge of falling asleep, noticed y/n’s restless movements. he heard her get up and walk to the bathroom, the sound of the door closing quietly behind them. after a few minutes, y/n returned and climbed back into bed, but the tossing and turning continued.

another sigh escaped y/n, and lando, though exhausted, turned over to face her.

“you okay?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“yeah, i just... struggle to sleep in unfamiliar beds,” y/n admitted quietly.

lando sighed, his exhaustion outweighing his nervousness.

“c’mere,” he sighed, exhaustion outweighing his logic as he reached out, gently pulling y/n into his arms.

y/n’s heart raced, her body momentarily freezing up at the sudden contact but she relaxed into lando’s embrace as his hands settled on her hip, fingers extending along her skin. surprisingly, it did help. being close to him, feeling his warmth, was comforting.

as y/n’s breathing evened out, lando assumed she had finally fallen asleep, feeling a mix of relief and adoration for the woman that lay in his arms. he hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding. then, with a gentle, almost hesitant movement, he pressed a soft kiss to y/n’s head.

“good night,” he whispered, his voice tender.

“hmm night,” she mumbled back, barely conscious to recognise what was going on around her. it was better not to dwell.

[riki-dazed]

Take a video; it'll last longer

suggestive · wc 549

Your steps halted abruptly after opening the door, a quiet gasp slipping from your lips. The sound broke the hushed stillness of your boyfriend's dorm room as your gaze remained fixed on the scene before you.

Riki let out a soft chuckle as you watched him slide a pair of sweats over his boxers, his back remaining turned towards you. You hadn't intended on walking into him changing, though, you had no intention of leaving.

Your gaze followed the outline of his figure as he pulled a clean, white tank top over his bare skin. The smug boy turned around just at the right time, allowing for you to catch a glimpse of his toned torso.

"Take a picture, babe; it'll last longer," you could hear the smirk in which played behind his playful tone, and yet, it sounded like it was laced with a hint of something more.

Instead of retreating in embarrassment, you found yourself wanting to become bolder than you usually are during moments like these. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you proceeded to grab your phone out of your pocket. One of Riki's eyebrows raised in surprise as he watched you step towards him.

As much as he wanted to keep his composure calm, and cool in front of you, he couldn't deny the fact that he could feel an array of butterflies erupt within his stomach as you approached him. The sight of you alone did unspeakable things to his brain. A small, warm smile found it's way across his lips as he welcomed you into his personal space.

After swiftly opening the camera app and hitting record, you handed him the device.

"Turn around and hold it still," your voice was calm, yet firm, "Okay, baby?"

Riki remained silent as he followed your instructions. He soon found himself facing the mirror he was previously changing in front of.

You stepped in front of him.

"Send me the video later—?" his voice had dropped a few octaves all of a sudden as he scanned the features of your face carefully, your chest tightening at the smooth sound of it.

You began to caress the soft skin beneath his tank, your fingers leaving light traces across his buldging abdominal veins.

"Only if you be good."

Riki's stomach caved beneath the soft touch of your hands at your response. He was your good boy, after all.

With your back facing the mirror, he ensured you were still seen in the frame of your phone as he recorded the both of you through the large piece of glass. He watched you like a hawk. The way you knelt before him caused his breath to already start hitching within the back of his throat.

Riki needed you.

Badly.

The both of you held eye contact as you untied the strings of his sweats, nothing but his almost-shaky breaths were heard within the quiet room. With the way Riki's mouth hung open slightly, it looked as if he was about to drool over the sight of you. He ran a hand through the strands of his dark hair, stopping for a moment to pull at his roots from anticipation, as you successfully undressed him.

You too were salivating, eagerly anticipating what was about to come.

...

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[unlust-fvck]

"please get off my lap." "but you're so much prettier from this angle."

with chuckle sammy + will (and dreamy weamy if not its ok)

i had so much fun writing this :’) i went OVERBOARD.

schlatt- it was one of those normal work days for him; editing and playing the same clip over and over again until he deemed it perfect. you, on the other hand, found this pointless and decided to go bother him.

“jayyyyyy”

he wouldn’t even move, knowing your exact objective. he’d just let out one of those disappointed parental sighs. you’d peer into the room and quietly patter into the once spare bedroom that was now schlatt’s streaming/editing/whatever-else room. as you walked up behind him, you placed both of your palms firmly onto his shoulders and nuzzled your cheek into his, now longer, hair. inhaling deeply, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

“i’m busy.”

he knew he couldn’t keep you off for long after you let out a pitiful whine. schlatt let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed and spun around in his chair to face you. he stared at you with an inquisitive look. you smiled, knowing you had gotten your way as your eyes flickered down to his lap, then back up to his. he shook his head.

“toots, i’m busy.”

he could repeat it until the end of time as you climbed into his lap. he gave in reluctantly as one arm wrapped around the small of your back to keep you steady. as he attempted to finish his video, you whined impatiently as you played with the neckline of his t-shirt.

“can you please get off my lap? you’re distracting me.”

“but you’re so much prettier from this angle”

he couldn’t argue with that.

charlie- as you got ready for bed, you could hear charlie humming to himself in the bedroom. just as you had finished brushing your teeth, you trotted into the bedroom and sat on the bed. you observed charlie as he tidied up the room, still humming to himself. as he laid down beside you, the humming ceased and his head plopped into your lap, his arms behind his head. you chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss to the center of his forehead. when you pulled away, you found him gazing at you. his eyes were so full of love; an adoring grin gracing his lips.

“char, you’ve got to get your head out of my lap, it’s bed time.”

he just continued to look at you as he formulated the perfect thing to say.

“but you look so pretty from this angle- n-not that you don’t look pretty all the time, im just saying that-“

you shut him up with a kiss.

ted- ted was all about domestic moments with you; everything from cooking dinners to going on dates that gave him butterflies though you had been together for years. tonight was movie night, yet you had other plans. instead of watching the movie that ted was very much interested in, you were gazing at him. the way his nose sloped down and was so cute. the way his eyes gleamed in the light of the television. he was perfect. just as you were bathing in his features, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten to him; your face inches away from his cheek. you pressed a small kiss to it and crawled into his lap for better access. before you could go any further, ted chuckled and tried to push you away, his view obstructed.

“honey pot, i can’t see. you’ve got to get off.”

you pouted and stood your ground as you pressed lingering kisses all along his face and down his neck.

“you.” kiss “just.” kiss “look.” kiss “so.” kiss “pretty.” kiss “from here.”

ted smiled and chuckled breathlessly, before taking his glasses off and sliding them onto the table. he laid down and pulled you with him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.

he really didn’t care if he missed the movie.

wilbur- will was a sunday morning enjoyer. he’d have his old battered book in one hand and the other drawing mindless shapes across your half asleep figure in bed. just as he was about to flip the page with his hand on you, you whined and pulled it back down. he looked at you for a moment, piecing your features together, before showing a gentle smile and placing his book down on the bed.

“s’wrong, love?”

his voice was sweet and like caramel; dripping from his lips ever-so gently. you could just melt as his hand continued moving across your collarbones and shoulders mindlessly. you huffed and nodded your head to his lap.

“i’m almost done with this chapter, not now, alright?”

you let out a whine in protest as he chuckled quietly and picked his book back up, the movements on your chest growing lazy. you knew you could push him. you scooted your head into his lap, gazing up at him from underneath his book. your eyes shined like stars; he was beautiful. wilbur let out a lighthearted sigh as he set his book down once again;

“darling, d’ya mind getting your head off my lap?”

you just shook your head, your eyes flickering to his slightly parted lips, then back up to his caramel eyes.

“you look much prettier from down here”

masterlist

[artinvain]

Sevika takes care of you bc you’re working too hard 🥹 + squirting

‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ you’d been working like a mad man. every day was 12 to 14 hours of work. it was safe for sevika to say you were a worse workaholic than she was and this week was particularly rough. “honey, come to bed,” you whine as sevika starts to massage your shoulders. they’d risen to your cheeks while your eyes trained on the video you edited, trying to get the perfect L cut but the sound refused to sync.

“jesus fuck! are you serious ?” you near yell when your machine starts to buffer and then shuts down. “I’m about to scream or cry,” you bite your lip, your face in your hands, wondering whether your work has saved while sev was thinking about other ways she could make you scream and cry.

“okay, that’s enough for today yeah? even the computer’s tired, come on honey. It’s time for a break,” sev cooes gently into your ear, easing you up from your chair with encouragement and rubbing your lower back. “s’okay baby, we’ll sort it out tomorrow,” she reassures you as you press your forehead against her chest. “I’m just so tired,” you relent, letting her arms engulf you, her fingers scratching your scalp.

“I know honey, that’s why you need a break,” sevika kisses your forehead, “let me take care of you yeah?” you finally nod and let sevika lead you to the bathroom where she had a hot bath waiting for you. “I’m so glad we invested in this stupid, giant tub” you moan as you sink into the hot water, sevika behind you. her hands immediately massaging your body, the soapy water glittered with essential oils relaxing you. you sigh, leaning back against sev, and letting her caress your body, until her hands and massaging your breasts. your breath hitches as she gently tugs your nipples, you turn your face into her neck and press firm kisses there as she plays with your tits.

“that’s it baby just relax for me,” she says so sweetly your body complies, melting into her as her fingers trail down your stomach, warm rough fingers circling your clit softly until you’re whining. “that feel good honey?” you girlfriend asks as she lets her fingers play with your clit, your back arching “yes sev, so good baby,” you sigh, your hand coming to rest of her wrist. you hadn’t realised how pent up you were, how much you’d neglected the bedroom and sevika recently.

“m’sorry I’ve been so busy babe,” you whine as her fingers dip down to your hole, “should be taking care of you,” you stutter as her thick finger fills you and curls. “nuh-uh, how many late night have I had?” she asks rhetorically. “you work hard and I’m proud of you,” she sighs against your temple, starting to fuck you slow. your head falls back on Sev’s shoulder, her cool arm holding your tits, playing with your nipples.

sev works you at a rhythm that has your hips bucking, riding her fingers as they fuck you deep and soft, “fuck, another, please another finger sev,” your girlfriend groans, “so perfect, asking for what you need,” she groans, feeling your pussy stretch around her fingers, pulling her in. the wetness of your walls the feeling of them soft against her makes her mouth salivate. she brings her bionic fingers to rest heavy on your clit, rubbing soft while her fingers hasten in pace. “so precious sweetpea,” sev smiles against your temple as you arch your back, “let me take good care of ya,”

she sets you off, the constant rubbing on your gspot and your clit. your legs are shaking and she has to carry you out of the bath. she dries you both off, kissing every bit of exposed skin as she does so. then lays on you the bed, rubbing her hands in coconut oil she presses them into your back. massaging out every kink and knot she can find, you don’t notice her wicked smirk as she slips your bulbous vibrator into you, making you whimper. you cannot move as sev sits on your ass, moaning quietly as she humps you, her hands still rubbing and massaging your back. your clit bumping the mattress as you feel her wetness spread against your ass. fuck you could lie like this with her forever.

you squeak at the pressure and sevika massages your shoulders, squeezes and pulls her hands down to your hips, leaning over you to kiss your face. “you’re fucking perfect you know that?” sev asks as she tightens her grip on your hips, grinding so you both feel that delicious pressure on your clits and the vibrator presses against your gspot. “love you so much,” she whines, kissing and licking your earlobe. grinding until you’re both huffing and sighing, Sev’s wetness making a mess on you, “and you’re so fuckin’ soft sweet pea,” she moans feeling her clit rub over your oiled ass and fuck when you turn your head more to capture her mouth, bite her lip as her brows furrow — she cums embarrassingly fast, gasping and groaning, her hips falter against your soft, plush ass.

sevika turns you over getting her legs over her torso and shoulders as she kisses down from your mouth so your wet lips, kisses your clit so sweetly. slowly licking and lapping in contrast to how she turns the vibrator up. “fuck, sev!” you have to grab for her hands, intertwining them as she laps and suckles at your clit, shaking her head from side to side. eating you as though she were ravenous. she releases one of your hands, guiding it to her hair and using her free hand to rub over your clit, watching your pussy clench around the vibe and your back arches as her fingers rub and swipe across your clit.

“so pretty under me, so fucking — god you make me so wet,” she groans, feeling her lips swollen and sticky as she licks over your whole pussy. sevika pulls at the vibrator, pushing it in the out against your gspot, sucking at your clit, her head bobbing with the movement of the vibe. sevika moans around your clit and it has you cumming, grinding up against your face your broken moans riling her up.

“god you’re so good to me, look at this pretty leaky cunt,” she moans, pulling the vibrator from you and lapping at your wet hole, sliding her fingers in in its place and curling them, holding them against your gspot, rubbing and grazing as she presses down on your belly. “oh god sev!” you’re squirming, “trying” to push her away, the pleasure overwhelming, “take it honey, want you to feel good for me,” sev groans when you clench down around her, “that’s it just take it,” her thrusts shallow and deep “feel so good pea, slippery pussys’ just pulling me in,”

you can feel her fingers grazing every part inside of you, she’s sucking on your clit and pulling off with a pop as you pant, your chest tightening. “sev, please please m’close,” you whine and sevika slows her pace slightly. grinding soft just barely grazing you until you’re trying to fuck yourself on her face and fingers. “okay baby cum for me yeah, want you to feel really good and make a mess on my face,”

sev moans, licking your clit and suckling again, her fingers curling and fucking you deep and hard her pace never faltering until you’re pent up, your body tensing with immense pleasure and warming as you spurt into her mouth. sevika whimpers as she tastes you, licking and swallowing and swiping her face back and forth across your cunt until her face is dewy with your mess.

Tags @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @sevsbaby @iamaboringrattat @sapphicsgirl @bimboprincezz

[whereforarthur]

I'll wear your name on my heart til I die

Request: Would you be up for writing any George Clarke fics about labour or birth???

Pairing: George Clarke x Reader

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3k

*****

“Babies and Other Hazards of Sex: How to Make a Tiny Person in Only 9 Months, with Tools You Probably Have around the Home.” ― Dave Barry

In the bustling heart of London, George sat cross-legged on the floor of their cozy flat, surrounded by a clutter of untouched scripts and half-eaten sandwiches. The afternoon sun painted the room in a warm glow, but George barely noticed, his eyes glued to the computer screen as he edited his latest video. The click-clack of his keyboard was the only sound, a stark contrast to the chaotic pattern of the city outside.

Y/N, his girlfriend, waddled in, her hand resting on her burgeoning belly. She looked flushed and tired, a clear sign that the pregnancy was taking a toll on her. "Hey, Georgie," she called out, her voice weary yet hopeful. "How's it going?"

George swiveled around in his chair, his eyes widening at the sight of her. He took in her disheveled hair and the slight grimace on her face. "You okay, love?" He asked, setting aside his headphones and standing up.

"Just a bit… off," she replied, gently rubbing her lower back. "These Braxton Hicks are getting more frequent."

Concern etched his features as he rushed to her side. "Why don't you sit down?" He offered, guiding her to the plush couch. "You're sure it's just Braxton Hicks?"

Her nod was slow, but firm. "Yeah, the midwife said it's normal." Despite her assurance, her voice trembled slightly.

George's hand hovered over her stomach, feeling the tension beneath her skin. "Would you like some tea? Maybe a bath?" He suggested, trying to keep the worry out of his tone.

Y/N managed a smile. "Tea would be lovely, thank you."

As George disappeared into the kitchen, the silence grew heavier. The clinking of the teacup against the saucer echoed through the room, punctuating the quietude. Y/N leaned back into the couch, her eyes drifting to the pile of baby clothes neatly folded in the corner. The anticipation of motherhood was a mix of excitement and anxiety.

When George returned with a steaming cup of tea, the scent of chamomile filled the air. He knelt beside her, placing the cup on the coffee table with care. "Here, drink this," he said, his hand gentle on her shoulder. "It'll help you relax."

The warmth of the tea did offer a small comfort, and she took a tentative sip. "Thank you," she murmured.

He sat down next to her, his hand on her knee. "How can I help?"

"You're already doing enough," she said, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "But maybe a foot rub?"

With a chuckle, George began to massage her swollen feet. "Anything for you, darling," he said, his thumbs pressing into the arches with a gentle but firm pressure.

The tension in the room eased slightly as Y/N closed her eyes, her breathing becoming more even. The soft sound of George's voice and the rhythmic motion of his hands were soothing, a small bastion of peace amidst the storm of impending change.

But as the sun dipped lower, the contractions grew stronger. Y/N's breaths grew shallower, and her grip on George's hand tightened. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at him with a newfound urgency. "George," she whispered, "I think it's time."

*****

The color drained from George's face, but he remained calm. "Okay, let's get you to the hospital." He helped her up, wrapping an arm around her waist.

The journey to the hospital was a blur of traffic lights and racing thoughts. George's grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, his eyes darting between the road and Y/N in the passenger seat. Each contraction brought a sharp gasp from her, and he felt a pang of helplessness.

As they pulled into the hospital parking lot, George's heart was racing. He knew that the next few hours would be life-changing, and all he could do was be there for her, to support and comfort her through the most incredible and terrifying experience of their lives.

Together, they walked through the sliding doors of the maternity ward, hand in hand, ready to welcome their little one into the world.

In the hospital room, Y/N lay on the bed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as each contraction washed over her. The sterile scent of the room mixed with the faint aroma of antiseptic filled George's nostrils, making him feel both anxious and on edge. He held her hand, his thumb tracing circles on her palm, trying to be the source of comfort she needed. Her eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were now squeezed shut, the lines around her mouth tight with pain.

"Breathe, darling," he whispered, his voice a steady reminder of his presence. "In and out, in and out."

Her hand clenched around his, nails digging into his skin as she bore down through the contraction. He winced but didn't pull away, offering her his strength as the wave of pain crested and receded. The room was a cocoon of soft whispers and beeping machines, the only constant the rhythm of their breathing.

The midwife, a kind-faced woman with a gentle touch, checked Y/N's progress, her eyes encouraging. "You're doing so well," she said, her words a balm to Y/N's taut nerves. "Almost there."

Y/N's mum and George's sister hovered nearby, their eyes filled with a mix of excitement and empathy. They offered sips of water, wiped her forehead with a cool cloth, and whispered words of encouragement. Despite their own anxieties, they knew their roles in this sacred dance of birth, each step bringing their new family member closer.

George felt his own heart racing, matching the erratic beeps of the fetal monitor. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, whispering words of love and support into her ear. He knew that every contraction brought her closer to holding their baby, and he was determined to be her rock through it all.

As the hours ticked by, the contractions grew more intense, and Y/N's cries grew louder. George's eyes never left hers, his gaze a silent promise that he would not let go, that he would be there every step of the way. His own breathing synced with hers, inhaling her pain and exhaling his strength, willing her to keep going.

The moment came, and with one final, mighty push, their baby was born. The room erupted into a symphony of cries—both from Y/N and the new life that had just entered the world. The midwife placed the squalling, red-faced baby into George's trembling arms, and he looked down at the tiny miracle with awe.

"It's a boy," she announced, and George's heart swelled with love and pride. He turned to Y/N, whose eyes were now filled with tears of joy. "You did it," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

*****

Their families rushed over, eager to meet the new addition. But for a brief, perfect moment, it was just the three of them—George, Y/N, and their son—the world outside fading away as they became a family. The pain of labor was replaced by the warmth of new life, the exhaustion giving way to pure, unadulterated joy.

Y/N's mother, her eyes glistening with tears, took a step back, allowing George and his sister to take their place beside the bed. The midwife handed the baby to George's sister, who cooed and whispered sweet nothings as she held him. Y/N's mother hovered, offering gentle strokes to her daughter's forehead and a proud smile that spoke volumes.

George looked up at the woman he loved, her face a map of pain and triumph. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the hours of encouragement. She managed a weak smile, her eyes never leaving the baby.

The room grew louder as the midwife began to clean up, the baby's cries punctuating the air as George awkwardly changed the first diaper. His sister, a mother of two, offered a knowing smile and a few tips. "You're a natural," she said, and George felt a sense of pride swell in his chest.

Y/N's mother stepped forward, her hands outstretched. "Let me," she said, taking the baby with an ease that came from years of experience. "You two should rest."

George nodded, his eyes never leaving the baby's face. He knew the next few days would be a blur of feeding, crying, and sleepless nights, but right now, all that mattered was the warmth of Y/N's hand in his, the sound of their son's breathing, and the feeling of their new life together, forever entwined.

As the midwife finished up, George helped Y/N to sit up, cradling her as she held their son for the first time. The baby's tiny fingers curled around hers, and she gasped at the sensation. "Hi, little one," she whispered, her voice a soft, shaky melody.

The baby looked up at her with wide, curious eyes, and George felt his heart melt. He knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful, messy, wonderful journey. And as he sat there, holding his family, he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

The door to the room opened, and the sound of soft footsteps approached. It was Y/N's mother, carrying a bouquet of flowers. "Congratulations," she said, her voice thick with emotion as she placed the flowers on the bedside table.

The room grew quiet again as George and Y/N stared at their son, their hearts full. "What shall we call him?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

George looked at her, then at the baby. "How about Archie?" He suggested, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Y/N's eyes lit up. "Archie," she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. "I like it."

And just like that, their son had a name. Archie Clarke. The first of many milestones in their lives as a family of three.

The sun had fully set by the time they were left alone again, the room bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight. Archie slept peacefully in his mother's arms, and George couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the tiny life they had created together.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Thank you," he whispered. "For everything."

Her eyes closed for a moment, and she took a deep, contented breath. "Thank you for being here," she murmured. "For being my rock."

They sat in silence for a while, simply watching their son breathe. The pain of labor was a distant memory, replaced by the warmth and love that filled the room.

As the night deepened, George knew that their lives would never be the same. But as he looked at the two most important people in his world, he realized that change wasn't always a bad thing. Sometimes, it brought the most beautiful moments of all.

Once Y/N had been settled and Archie had been fed and swaddled, George began making calls. The first was to Max, his best friend and fellow YouTuber. He knew Max would be eager to hear the news. "Mate," he began, his voice filled with excitement. "You're not going to believe it, but she's here. Archie's here."

Max's whoop of joy echoed through the phone. "Congrats, George! Tell me everything!"

George recounted the day's events, the excitement in his voice palpable even through the receiver. "It was intense, Max. But she was amazing."

"Send me a picture!" Max demanded.

George chuckled, snapping a quick photo of Y/N with sleeping Archie in her arms. He sent it through, watching the screen as the image loaded. "Just a second," he warned her, leaning in for a selfie. "Max wants a picture."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Tell him he's welcome to visit when he's not busy being a goofball," she murmured.

Max's response was swift. "Oh, you guys are just the sweetest," he texted back, followed by a string of emojis.

The conversation with Max was a much-needed distraction from the overwhelming reality of fatherhood. They talked about everything from the birth to the baby's size to the absurdity of changing nappies. It was comforting to share this moment with someone who had been by his side through thick and thin.

As the conversation wound down, George looked at Y/N, who was dozing off. "I'll be right back," he whispered, carefully extricating himself from the bed.

In the hallway, George sent messages to their other friends—Arthur Hill, Arthur and Chris—announcing the arrival of Archie. The congratulations began pouring in, each one a warm embrace in the cold, sterile hospital corridor. The buzz of his phone was a gentle reminder that they weren't alone in this journey.

With the initial round of calls and messages out of the way, George took a deep breath and allowed himself to feel the weight of the day. The excitement, the fear, the joy—it was all there, swirling around him like a tornado. He leaned against the wall, his eyes drifting to the vending machine at the end of the hall.

"You okay?" Max's voice pulled him back.

"Yeah," George said, straightening up. "Just a bit overwhelmed."

"You're doing great," Max assured him. "Now, go back in there and be with your family."

With a nod, George ended the call and pushed open the door to their room. The sight of Y/N and Archie, nestled together in the hospital bed, brought a fresh wave of emotion. He approached them, his steps soft on the cold floor. "Everyone's dying to meet him," he said, his voice filled with pride.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and she offered a sleepy smile. "Send them in tomorrow," she murmured. "We need some rest."

"Of course," George said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out to touch Archie's cheek, marveling at the softness of his skin. "We'll show him off tomorrow."

And so, as the first night of their new lives began, George sat vigil, watching over his family. He knew that tomorrow would bring more challenges, more joy, and more love than he could ever imagine. But for now, he was content just to be here, in this moment, with the two people who had irrevocably changed his world for the better.

*****

The next day, their hospital room was a flurry of activity as friends and family trickled in to meet the new addition. Arthur Hill, George's childhood friend and fellow YouTuber, was one of the first to arrive, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the sight of the tiny human in George's arms. "Bloody hell," he breathed, his hands hovering over Archie as if afraid to touch him. "He's so small."

Chris, another close friend, followed shortly after, a bouquet of balloons in tow. His smile was a mile wide as he hugged George, clapping him on the back. "Congrats, mate," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You're going to be an amazing dad."

Max, ever the entertainer, brought a camera with him, eager to capture every moment for their vlog. He hovered around the bed, snapping photos and asking questions with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store. "So, what's it like holding your own little mini-me?" He quipped, eliciting a laugh from George.

The room grew crowded with love and laughter, each visitor offering their own brand of congratulations and well-wishes. Y/N's mother bustled about, ensuring everyone had tea and biscuits, while George's sister whispered stories of her own children's births.

But amidst the chaos, George never lost sight of the most important thing—his family. He watched as Y/N's face lit up with each new person who cooed over their son, her exhaustion forgotten in the face of their friends' excitement. And as the day turned into evening, and the visitors began to leave, he knew that this was just the start of their adventure.

As the last of their guests filtered out, George helped Y/N into a more comfortable position, her eyes heavy with the weight of the day. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice a testament to her fatigue.

"For what?" He asked, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"For everything," she said, her eyes drifting shut. "For being here, for being you."

He looked down at her, his heart swelling with love. "Always," he promised. And with Archie nestled between them, the three of them finally allowed themselves to rest, the comforting hum of the hospital machines lulling them into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, George woke to the sound of Y/N's soft whispers as she cradled Archie in her arms. The sun was just beginning to peek through the blinds, casting a gentle light across the room. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and took in the sight of them—his two favorite people in the world.

"Hey," she said, looking up at him with a tired smile. "You missed the first feed of the day."

"I see you're a natural," he teased, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from her face.

"It's not so bad," she said, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "I think we're going to be okay."

Together, they watched as Archie yawned and stretched, his tiny fists waving in the air. "He's perfect," George murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N nodded, her eyes shining. "He really is."

The day ahead was filled with doctor's appointments and discharge papers, but for now, they had this moment—just the three of them, basking in the glow of their new reality. And as they watched the sun rise over London, George knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as a family.

*****

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101 wishes technique

Time ago, I think it was in 2017, I came across this manifestation method on youtube, I just looked for it now and I can’t find any media that talks about it for some reason so I’ll just have to rely on memory and personal modifications.

edit: omg I found it but it’s in italian > video > there are some differences in the method but anyway.

1. Take whatever journal you have, or buy one

When I knew about this method I used a small sized journal so that I could take it with me everywhere and hide it easily if you’re a closeted manifestor like me. You can first type in your notes app, but then you’ll have to write down the end thing on a journal.

2. Think about 101 things you want to manifest and write them down as a list, starting the phrase with “I want”

Example: n1- I want 1.000.000€ in my credit card, n2- I want a red pony, n3- I want to have super speed, etc…

A hundred-one things may seem a lot and they probably are, but you can think about literally anything, big or small, even just a random drive in mcdonalds from mom, or a castle in transylvania, and I came across some accounts on here that made posts of “what to manifest for fun” on various topics, such as supernatural, beauty wise, academic, and so on.

3. Read it all over every morning right after you wake up, or every night right before going to sleep

I used to read it at night before falling asleep so that I could detach better from it, but you do you

4. Just wait for da magic to happen

I remember that the man in the video said that, after a thing manifests, you can substitute it with a new wish.

“Rules”

you can do whatever you want of course, loa has no limits, these are just come of the rules i found in the video

- Start each wish with “I want” (not “I wish” or “I would like”, be firm)

- Avoid negative words (no, don’t, un, less, immune, etc)

- Maximum 14 words for each wish (it’s the max time you would have to whisper something in a breath)

- Avoid diminutives (“I want a little house at the beach” > you might find a little barbie house lmao)

- GO CRAZY with the wishes, write seemingly impossible desires, write down everything you ever wished for, they will become reality even faster

Before any little kid attacks me for putting rules over manifestation I’ll clear my throat one time and say “DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT” and don’t limit yourself. Those “rules” are just the ones said in the video, and I use them basically for fun, because if you affirm anything against those “rules” you will still get your desired outcome because you’re a god and gods can do whatever the fuck they want without limit, so just sit and relax.

You can see results instantly, some people have received some of their manifestation on the same day, while others took more time, but it all comes down to your assumptions.

This is kind of a Law of Attraction thingy, because you just have to write down your desires, read them every day, and then detach. I hope you don’t hate me for speaking about something non-loassumption, I hope you still love me for who I am.

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Shoto’s for you page <3 (30th July 2024)

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Prompt! The class tried to figure what a nonchalant boy like Shoto Todoroki would have on his tiktok for you page.

Class 1-A was abuzz with energy during a rare free period. As usual, the students found themselves immersed in various activities—some studying, others chatting, and a few engrossed in their phones. The topic of the day happened to be TikTok, as Mina proudly showed off the latest dance trend she had mastered.

"Deku, what's your FYP like?" Kaminari asked, lounging on his desk.

Midoriya blushed, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh, you know, mostly hero analysis videos, training tips, and a few cat videos."

Kirishima laughed. "Sounds about right. What about you, Bakugou?"

Bakugou scoffed, crossing his arms. "Explosions, fight scenes, and cooking hacks. Why does it matter?"

The class erupted in laughter, each person sharing snippets of their For You Pages, until the conversation naturally drifted towards the enigmatic Todoroki Shoto.

"Hey, Todoroki," Mina called out, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Do you have TikTok?"

Todoroki, who had been quietly reading a book, looked up with his usual calm demeanor. "Yes, I do."

The class fell silent for a moment, collectively stunned. Todoroki having TikTok seemed almost out of character for the stoic boy.

"Wait, really?" Jiro asked, incredulous. "What do you even watch on there?"

Todoroki shrugged. "Midoriya kept asking me to download it so he could send me videos. I thought it would be easier to just have the app."

This piqued everyone's curiosity. "So, what's your FYP like?" Kaminari asked, leaning forward eagerly.

Todoroki hesitated, an unusual expression crossing his face. "I'd rather not show."

The class exchanged puzzled looks. What could Todoroki, of all people, possibly have on his TikTok that he wouldn't want to share?

"Come on, Todoroki!" Mina pleaded. "We're all friends here. What are you hiding?"

But Todoroki remained firm. "No."

Suspicion and curiosity reached an all-time high. The students whispered among themselves, brainstorming ways to uncover Todoroki's mysterious FYP. Finally, Mina came up with a plan.

The next day, during another free period, Mina put her plan into action. She sent Todoroki a TikTok and approached him with a smile. "Hey, Todoroki, can you open your phone and check the TikTok I just sent you? I think you'll find it interesting."

Todoroki, unsuspecting, nodded and pulled out his phone. As soon as he opened the app, Mina lunged, snatching the phone from his hands.

"Mina, what are you—" Todoroki started, but it was too late. The entire class gathered around as Mina began scrolling through his For You Page.

The room fell into a stunned silence as the truth was revealed. Todoroki's FYP was filled with TikTok edits of Y/N. Clips of her during training, random shots of her around campus, and even some candid moments where she was just being herself—all meticulously edited with effects, music, and transitions.

“No way!” Kaminari wheezed as he took the phone from Mina. “Let’s check his favorites!” he said with a smirk.

And behold.. an edit of Y/n way back from the sports festival with an incredibly great velocity transition to the song ‘One Of The Girls’. And it was in fact very interesting.

“It’s not what it looks like—!” Todoroki pleaded in embarrassment.

The class, however, erupted into a mix of laughter and teasing.

"Well, well, well," Kaminari smirked. "Looks like someone has a crush!" he sing-songs as he swipes on the next favorite which happened to be an edit of Y/n playing the electric guitar during the school festival performance with the background music being ‘Heartbeat’ by Childish Gambino. The edit was indeed also very alluring with its flashing velocity and dim filter.

Kirishima clapped Todoroki on the back. "Didn't know you had it in you, man."

Even Bakugou couldn't help but chuckle. "You're more of a sap than I thought, Icy Hot."

“Don’t worry! We won’t tell Y/n.” Mina teases.

The class continued to tease Todoroki, but just then, the door opened and Y/N walked in, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the commotion.

“Tell me what?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

The room fell silent, everyone exchanging nervous glances.

“Uh, nothing!” Mina said, trying to deflect. “Just… hero stuff.”

Y/N wasn’t convinced. “Hero stuff? Really?”

Midoriya, ever the peacemaker, tried to step in. “It’s just that, um, Todoroki’s TikTok FYP is… interesting.”

Y/N’s curiosity piqued, and she looked directly at Todoroki. “Interesting how?”

Todoroki took a deep breath, deciding it was time to come clean. "My FYP is full of edits of you, Y/N. I hope this isn’t weird and… I do very much admire you."

The class held their breath, waiting for Y/N’s reaction. She blinked, processing the information, before a small smile spread across her face.

“You… admire me?” she repeated softly.

Todoroki nodded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief. “Yes. I didn’t know how to tell you, but I guess now you know.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and she took a step closer to him. “You could have just told me, you know. I’ve been trying to get your attention for ages.”

The class collectively sighed with relief and joy, realizing that this was the moment they had been waiting for.

“So,” Kaminari said, breaking the tension, “are you two finally going to go out or what?”

Todoroki looked at Y/N, his eyes filled with newfound confidence.

Y/N laughed, nodding enthusiastically. “I’d love to, Shoto.”

The class cheered, clapping and whistling as the new couple shared a shy, but happy moment. And as the buzz of excitement filled the room, Todoroki couldn’t help but feel relieved. What had started as a mortifying ordeal had ended in the best way possible.

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ᥫ᭡ — Cut The Cameras

Artists — Hobie Brown x fem!influencer!reader

Lyrics — While you're filming a video for your YouTube channel Hobie walks in your studio and sees you in some revealing attire. When he sees your ass spilling out your shorts all he wants to do is bend you over and fill you up.

Genre — Oneshot

Music Advisory — lighty Halloween themed, subtle fluff, smut, porn w/ plot, afab!reader, p in v (unprotected), overstimulation, mention of creaming/squirting, implied handcuff usage, imagined as black!reader but you can always imagine reader differently

Duration — 1.1k words

Words from Artist — This is my first Hobie smut post so I’m excited to share it with y’all! I wrote this around October but I didn’t post it due to my hiatus so I’m posting it now. Always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

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You stand in front of the mirror making sure your outfit, makeup, and hair are up to your standards before turning on your camera. The intro card begins to play and once it finishes, a smile spreads across your lips and you say your opening line. “Hey, guys! Today, I’m finally doing a Halloween costume haul since a lot of you requested it. I ordered ten costumes from Fashion Nova and I’ll link everything in the description so you can purchase them. Now let’s get into the video!”

—

You’ve been filming for almost thirty minutes and have shown four different costumes. Once you change into something new you turn the camera back on. “This is the next one.” You turn in a circle, showing off your costume that’s the scandalous version of inmate attire. “I really like this costume, I think it’s snug in all the right places and I love how the color orange looks on me.” As you continue talking to the camera about the costume, showing them the silver handcuffs that came as an accessory, you hear the door to your video room open, making you turn your head to see who is coming in, even though you have a feeling who it is.

Hobie walks in with a confused expression, wondering why you were standing in front of the camera wearing clothing that accentuated parts of your body he didn’t want the world to see. “Hey, baby!” You come over, grab his hand and pull him into the camera’s view. “I’m glad you’re here because I’m making a video for Halloween costumes and I want your opinion.”

You spin around so he can get a full view and just from that small moment, he can see the slight jiggle of your ass that’s spilling out your shorts and your breast moving upward before resting in their normal position. “It looks amazin’.” He walks right behind you, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You look so sexy in this.” He mumbles before starting to nibble on your earlobe.

You can feel him flush against you, pressing his growing bulge into the swell of your ass. By the huskiness of his tone and by his actions you can tell what is on his mind. “Hobie, I can’t right now. I have to finish this video.” You tell him while grabbing his arms, trying to free yourself from his hold. You’re determined to get this video finished today because you want to have it edited and uploaded by the end of the week, especially since you haven’t been posting lately due to your busy schedule.

Hobie grumbles at your words and tightens his grip on your waist so you don’t have the ability to escape his firm hold. “We can make a video of our own if you like.” You can practically hear the smirk on his lips as he hints to creating a porno. His hands begin to travel to his favorite part of your body, your beautiful cunt. By gliding his hand down your stomach, he finally reaches your pussy and once he does he cups it, rubbing his fingers across the clothed area. “C’mon, love, I know you want this too. Let me give it to you.” Hobie knows that you weren’t going to give in, that’s why he’s resorting to one of your weaknesses. He turns his head a little and begins to plant kisses on your neck, swirling the tip of his wet tongue on your skin while lightly sucking, creating the first of many hickeys.

“I-Okay, Hobie, y-you win.” Your voice is soft and quiet with a hint of a quiver, feeling your heart pounding inside your chest from the sensation of Hobie’s current attack on your neck. You know that his advances would only increase and that he isn’t afraid to strip you and bend you over with the camera rolling, so you decide to give in and let him have his way. You reach out in front of you and click the power button and once you see it completely shut off, you turn to Hobie with a small smile across your lips. “I’m all yours.” Your voice holds much enthusiasm and lust as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, and before you know it your legs are wrapped around his waist as he carries you to your shared bedroom.

—

“Hobie, s-slow down! It's too much!” You cry out, feeling his mushroom tip pounding against your cervix while keeping his hand tight on your hips. Hobie is brutally attacking your cunt, slamming his pelvis against your ass, making sure you are receiving every inch of his lengthy dick. Everything is becoming too much since you have come multiple times before this round, so your pussy is far past overstimulated.

Hobie knows that he’s pushing you past your limits, but he has faith that his baby can take it. “I know, baby, but this is the last one. You can cum one more time for me, can’t you?” He coos as he runs his hand down your spine, pushing your back into a deeper arch which allows him to hit new angles of your g-spot. Now, since you’re in a new position, he is hitting the spongy part of your walls, causing your legs to tremble underneath him, a sign that you are close to achieving your next orgasm. “Atta, girl, I knew you could do it f’me. Cream on this dick.” Hobie encourages you with a hard smack on your ass, making your body shudder from the impact.

“Oh, shit!” Your next sentences are jumbled together as your brain short-circuits so the best words you can vocalize are profanities besides your boyfriend's name that all come out in moans. Your cunt begins to clench around his shaft and soon after you come, your cream begins to coat his dick, and your juices squirt onto his abdomen. Hearing the lewd noises coming from your lips, and the squelching sounds coming from your wetness cause Hobie to release his warm seed into your empty womb.

Hobie gives you a few more long thrusts, making sure his semen has reached your uterus before he pulls out. When he withdraws his length from your warmth and lets go of your hips, your body goes limp and falls onto the bed, not having enough strength to do anything else but relax. Hobie can’t help but chuckle at how fucked out you are, but in his defense, he just couldn’t hold back, not when you looked so sexy and desirable in your Halloween costume.

When you finally can muster up some energy, you turn over and are met with Hobie's brown eyes staring down at you with a smirk on his lips, already thinking about fucking you again even though he promised this was the last time. “One more round, baby and this time we’re using the handcuffs.”

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a/n: top X top idea of the day, soap ghost edition ❤️ (for my moot @rodolfoparras)

MINORS DNI

dominant top ghost; who is gone on mission while his poor boyfriend is stuck alone without his praise and it just doesn’t feel the same to fuck into some silicone without ghost whispering in soaps ear and telling him how good his doing

submissive top soap; who ends up sleeping with gaz out of pity with ghosts permission and sends ghost the video, soap whimpering and whining and begging for praise that gaz is too fucked out to give him correctly

soap who no matter how much he sleeps with other people just gets more and more wound up and by the time ghost comes back home, he’s on his knees sobbing for ghost to help

ghost who takes a bit of fun in soaps pathetic whines, and teases soap for a long while before letting soap fuck into ghosts gloved hand while leaning up behind soap, praising him with soft terms and a firm grip with his other hand on soaps hip

Soap who cums in seconds and almost blanks out, crying in relief and sudden overstimulation, falling back into ghosts arms softly and cuddling up to him on the itchy barrack bed, ghost still fully in his gear