#@my laptop: i just wanna cut videos is that too much to ask????

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 || dieter bravo x camgirl!reader (part two)

read 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙩 (part one) here

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || these video calls have become the new normal for the two of you, but it might be time to take the next step.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 3.2k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (18+ only; video call sex, dirty talk, use of sex toys, and a touch of breeding kink), sex work (again, kind of inherent to the whole thing), basically porn without plot but with feeeeelinggsssss 💕

(this week's challenge for @the-slumberparty was to write a follow up to something I wrote previously, figured there was an obvious solution to that prompt!)

“Did you get what I asked you to?” you asked with a coy smile.

“Yeah, it’s right here…”

He held up the fleshlight in front of the camera's view, strategically angled down to his chest and lap so he could keep his face hidden, and couldn't help but notice that mischievous sparkle in your eye.  “Have you tried it yet?”

“No, I figured I’d wait to see what you wanted me to do with it,” he replied, and you laughed.

“Well, there’s really only one thing you can do with it, sweetie,” you purred— why did that little pet name turn him on so much?  “I want you to fuck it.  I wanna watch you fuck it.”

"Okay," he breathed, "sounds… interesting."

"I'd like to see your face— you know, see you really react to how it feels— but I know you said you don't want to yet…"

It already gave him a little anxiety that you were seeing his body, if covered up by the t-shirt and boxers, but you at least acted like you were enjoying what you saw so far.  "Will you settle for seeing how hard I am instead?" he asked, and you licked your lips.

"Seems like a fair trade," you giggled.

He reached into his boxers, but saw that the view of the webcam cut him off— so he slowly tilted his laptop down, letting the camera pan to his hand around his leaking cock.

“Oh— fuck, that’s really you?” you choked.

“Yeah,” he answered, not sure if that was the right or wrong answer but knowing it was at least the true one.

“Hold up… three fingers, right now,” you ordered suddenly, “with your other hand.”

Confused but not willing to question it, he put his free hand in frame and did as you’d asked.

“Just— you know, just checking,” you explained, “people can, like, hack Zoom and put up a video or something, wanted to make sure it’s really you…”

“Is it that hard to believe?” he wondered.

“It’s just that, you know… you’re big,” you mumbled.  “I mean, no offense to my viewers or anything, but—definitely the biggest I’ve seen in a video call, I’ll say that.”

That made his cock flex in his hand.  “So, you like it then?”

“Like it?  Wish you could’ve seen how wet I got when that popped up,” you laughed.  “God, I would suck you—I mean I would really suck your cock, lick it all over, taste those balls—”

He squeezed his cock in his hand, snarling a little.  “That’s so hot,” he groaned.

“And I can just tell you’d go so deep inside me,” you added, making his chest tighten up.  “Do you know how many inches it is?  I wanna try to find the closest toy I have to your size, then I can really imagine how you’d feel in my pussy.”

He was almost high just on the knowledge that you wanted to imagine that.  “Uh—eight, maybe eight and a half…”

"Fuck," you breathed.  "Yeah, I— I think I have a vibrator that size, but I'm not sure it'll be… thick enough…"

"Well, mine doesn't vibrate," he warned you with a laugh.

"Yeah, and mine isn't dishwasher safe," you returned.

"Oh god— people clean these in the dishwasher?" Dieter realized with a shudder.  

"Yeah— I'm guessing you've never used one before?" you pressed, and he shook his head— before he remembered you couldn't see it.

"No," he answered aloud.  "I, uh, usually just prefer the real thing."

"Right— me too, but you know, we make do," you laughed.  "So?  Wanna give it a spin?"

"I, uh, I guess so…"

Grabbing the toy from the little bedside table, he looked at it for a moment— it was shaped like a vulva around the opening, but it wasn't that realistic.  First of all, it was only one color; second of all, the design was so simplified that it was missing the things he loved most about a pussy in terms of looks.  Not the Dieter had ever thought the visual element was its strongest…

But yours was gorgeous— beyond perfect.  Looked edible, delicious even, with a clit he wanted to suck on for hours and a cute little hole he couldn't imagine being lucky enough to fill with his cock.  And this toy was just that— a toy, a piece of silicone, and he really only had any interest in it because this whole thing was your idea.

Sighing, he slipped the toy down on himself; he wasn't sure what he was expecting, really, but it was a unique feeling.  Not as hot or wet as a real body, of course, but there was a nice pressure to it.

“How’s it feel?” you asked warmly.

“Good,” he breathed— not a very creative answer, but the best one he could come up with now.  “Way better than my hand, but nothing like, you know—”

“Nothing like me?" you assumed.

He sighed as he started to stroke himself with the toy— long, slow movements to get used to it.  "Yeah," he agreed, "nothing like— fuck— like you…"

"Are you imagining it's me instead?" you pressed, leaning in closer and watching intently.  "Imagining me riding you nice and slow like that?  Letting you hold my hips and move me just how you like?"

"I'm certainly trying to," he mumbled.

"Look how wet I am," you encouraged, and he leaned his head to the side a bit so he could see the screen better: you had your legs spread wide for him, and your fingers were rubbing your glistening cunt.  "I'd drench your cock, baby, probably make a fucking mess on you—"

"Fuck," he moaned, "use the toy on yourself.  Fuck yourself with it while I'm doing this."

You spread your legs and pushed the vibe inside— but you didn't turn it on— with a sigh; you were already finding a place you liked by pushing it in and out with your hand, but he stopped you before you got too into it.

"No," he corrected, "ride it."

You smirked.  "Maybe my legs are sore."

"Maybe I don't give a fuck."

You bit your lip and sat up, holding the toy between your legs and rocking your hips as you started to ride.

He whimpered when he saw the way you were enjoying the toy— you picked it because it was close to his size, so it was impossible not to picture being under you and watching you sink yourself down on him just like that. 

"Feels so good," you panted, "been wet all day waiting for our call… and I can't stop staring at your cock…"

"You really like our calls that much?" he wondered, knowing your answer couldn't be totally honest but not really caring anymore— he craved the fantasy, that was why he couldn't stop booking these.

"Yeah," you hummed.  "Don't tell anyone, but you're my favorite."

"Don't… don't flatter me," he pleaded, trying to remind himself that you were just saying nice things because you were paid to.

"It's true," you assured.  "Your voice turns me on like crazy— not to mention the shit you actually say with it…"

Figuring he should treat you to a little bit of that dirty talk you apparently enjoyed, he swallowed and conjured some courage to boss you around a bit.  "Turn around— wanna see your ass," he demanded, moaning louder when you did as you were told.  "Look so fuckin' good riding that…"

You arched your back further just to give him a better view; he hissed, pumping the toy faster.

"God, you drive me crazy showing off your ass like that," he admitted with a groan.  "Needs a good spank but I'm afraid to crack my computer screen."

You laughed a little, but reached back and pulled your ass apart so he could get a better view of that pink hole swallowing up the toy.  

"Jeeeeeesus fucking Christ," he grunted, moving his own toy faster.  "You've got the most beautiful cunt, baby, I swear…"

"And you've got such a nice cock," you replied with a groan.  "Can't stop thinking about it— I just know you'd stretch me out, baby, the way I like—"

"Fuck, I would," he promised.  "I know how you need it, I just know— I swear I wouldn't stop until you came all over me, until you fucking soaked me—*

"Baby," you panted.

"And then I still wouldn't stop until you did it again—"

"Fuck!" you whined, and he saw your pussy tighten on the vibrator.  "That sounds so fucking good— sounds like exactly what I need.  Just to be fucked until I can't think anymore…"

"God— you don't need to think," he promised.  "Just need to keep your legs open, I'll do the rest."

You moaned louder, and bounced faster on the fake cock.  "Yeah, I will— I'll just let you do all the work, okay?  Lay back and let you do what you want?"

*Fuck, yeah," he mumbled.  "Let me give that pussy what if needs… I know what you need, I can tell.  You need it deep, right?"

"Yeah…"

"And hard?  Fast?"

"Yes—"

"Shit, baby— turn around again, miss that pretty face— and I know you wanna look at it more, don't you?  You really like looking at my cock?"

You laughed slightly as you quickly turned back to face the camera.  "I mean— I wanna do a lot more than look at it, but this is all I can do right now."

"What else do you wanna do with it, then?"

"Choke on it," you answered instantly.  "Beg for it."

"Fuck," he whispered.

"Rub my pussy on it, show you how bad I need you…"

"Mm," he moaned in agreement.  

"Then I could just… slide it inside, try to fit you in my little hole, feel you going so deep…"

A little whimper slipped from his lips accidentally, and his eyes shut for a moment as he tried to picture it— you in his lap right now, looking back over your shoulder as you guided his cock into you.  It was a great image, but the toy wasn't enough— it wasn't warm enough to be you.

It was much better when he opened his eyes and saw how desperately you looked; you were literally dripping on the toy and he thought he might lose his mind.

"You like watching me use this that much?" he noticed.  "You're so dirty, baby— so turned on watching my dick fill this fake pussy.  I know you wish you were here instead— we both do."

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “I want you to fuck the toy just like you’d fuck me, please…”

He started to buck his hips up into it; he loved seeing the way your face changed when you watched him using the fleshlight more… aggressively.  "How's that look?" he prompted you with a smirk.  "You wanna be fucked like this?"

"God yes— I wanna be your toy, Hector," you informed him with a purr.  "I'm jealous of it, actually— I'm watching you fuck that fake pussy and I'm jealous…"

"I always get jealous," he replied.  "All those toys that get to feel you every night in your streams?  I'm always thinking that should be me— I wanna make you come even harder than they do."

“I know you’d feel so much better,” you whimpered, “I know you’d fuck me better—you know how fucking tired I am of riding these toys?  How badly I just want you to hold me down and fuck me as hard and deep as you want?”

“Fuck, I want that too,” he groaned.

“Yeah?  Wanna use me?”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

"Wanna make me your toy?" you prompted.

Wanna make you my girl, he barely stopped himself from blurting out.  "Y-yeah," he choked out instead.

Stroking himself faster with the toy, he grunted softly and adjusted his hips on the bed.  "When you come, take the toy off," you instructed, "so I can see it.  Pretty please?"

"Of course," he agreed.  "It'll be hard to stop, but— I can do it, for you."

"How romantic," you cooed, and it wasn't totally clear how much you were joking.  "I wanna see you coming so I can imagine how it would all feel inside me…"

"That's what I'm gonna imagine, too," he promised with a sigh, "all that come going deep inside you… and keeping you full all night so none of it goes to waste…"

"Fuck," you groaned, "are you that possessive, need to stay inside me all night?  Won't let any of your come leak out?"

"Yeah— I'm… very possessive."

"Well, I like… being possessed…"

"Do you like being bred?"

You grinned, and he felt almost guilty for saying it— but the feeling was oddly erotic somehow.  "Yeah," you breathed.  "I like that… I like getting filled with come, hearing you promise that you're— fuck— gonna knock me up…"

He groaned as he tightened his gut to try to stave off the inevitable orgasm approaching.  "I wasn't even into that until I started watching you," he admitted with a sigh, "used to be my worst fear, honestly… but now it's all I can think about… fucking you raw, knowing you're not on anything, knowing you could get—"

"Just— just pretend," you interrupted suddenly.  "It's okay if it's just pretend, right?"

He was pleasantly surprised by the vulnerability of that.  You could've just played into it, since it was all over video call anyways and didn't make much difference.  It's not like he was going to get you pregnant from another continent.  But he appreciated that you spoke up for yourself, even if he wasn't totally sure why.  "Yeah, of course," he promised, voice a little softer.  "That's the thing— even just pretending drives me crazy, turns me on like nothing else.  You made me like this— don't even know how, but you made me want that."

"Fuck, that's— I'm close," you admitted, "really fucking close to coming for you… what else do I make you want?"

"You make me wanna buy you stuff," he added, laughing breathlessly.  "Spoil you, you know.  So much more than flowers."

"God, you know just what to say, don't you?" you sighed.  "What else— just tell me what you want, tell me everything."

“I want you to be mine,” he answered, too lost in pleasure to be self-conscious about the honesty.  “I want you to be only mine—want you here with me, want you in my bed all the fucking time, wanna make you come and make you say that you fucking belong to me.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, “that’s— fuck, I— I’m yours.  I belong to you.”

“God,” he gasped, nearly a sob it was so intense— he never thought you’d really say that.  “Don’t want you to let anybody else fuck you, or touch you.  Just mine, baby, you need to just be mine—”

“I am, I am,” you promised.  “I swear I’m fucking yours.  Don’t want anybody else—just want you, it’s all yours, whatever you want—m’gonna be your girl.  Your whore.”

“Fuck!” he moaned loudly, moving the toy so fast it was just a greyish blur over his cock.  “When you come, you tell me whose you are— I’m gonna fucking come, just say it.”

“Yours, yours,” you promised, over and over, “you’re making me come, it’s you— yours, m'yours—”

He groaned loudly as he pulled the toy off of himself just in time for come to paint his stomach and thighs.  He rode out his high untouched as he listened to your own cries, and kept his eyes trained on your face as you sobbed through the pleasure.  “Fuck,” he sighed, “don’t stop, just keeping riding it—good girl.”

“Mhm,” you whimpered, shaking as you kept going, nodding and biting your lip.  “Yeah, whatever you want…”

“Don’t stop until I tell you,” he ordered.  “You keep riding that fucking dick, I don’t care if you can’t come anymore, keep fucking going—”

“Yes,” you promised, “I’m still going… I won’t stop, not until you say.”

Catching his own breath, he waited until your legs looked ready to give out before telling you that you could stop.  The toy was drenched, your body was glistening with sweat—and he was panting so hard he felt dizzy.

“Holy shit,” you whispered.  “I mean—fuck.”

“So you liked that, too?” he noticed, and you smiled hazily.

“Yeah—that was… damn.  You wear me out, man.”

He laughed, though he barely had the air for it.  “I wear you out?  You see the contents of my balls all over the fucking place here?”

You laughed, then, and he still thought it was the best sound in the world, even better than hearing you come.  “Yeah, fair,” you relented.  “It was really hot, though—watching you come.  Is it bad if I wanna make you do it again?”

“Shit, tonight?  I don’t think I can—”

“No, no, not tonight, that might kill both of us,” you laughed.  “I meant next time…”

That made him deflate a bit.  Maybe this was all an upsell—it was just about getting him to pay for the next session, keeping him hooked so you could get the money and gifts.

“I was thinking, uh… maybe next time—oh god, this is a bad idea, but—maybe next time could be in person?"

And then his heart jumped.  “We could, uh… that’s an option?  We could meet up?” he rushed out, hoping not to sound too eager but failing completely.

“Yeah,” you decided, looking more self-conscious than he’d ever seen you.  “I don’t know, I just— it feels different with you.  That might be stupid but, it’s true.  And the truth is, I know everybody probably assumes a lot because of the camming and stuff, but I haven’t had sex in… years.  Just the toys.  And I fucking miss it.”

“Yeah, me too,” he breathed.  “I mean, uh, it hasn’t been that long for me… but I miss it— and I… I think I need you.  Like, really need you.”

You smiled, and it was different than any of the ways he'd seen you smile before.  "Yeah, I— I feel that, too.  But, if we're gonna meet in person… I need to see your face."

Sighing shakily, he thought about it clearly for the first time.  He was scared of meeting you in person, as badly as he wanted it.  He was scared whatever magic you felt over video call wouldn't translate to real life; he was scared to disappoint you.

But he was more scared of losing you because he never had the guts to try.  So, with a deep breath, he tilted the laptop back, and let the camera show his face.

His hair was even messier than he expected, so he tossed it with his fingers a bit, but otherwise just let you get a good look at him.

He'd spent most of his life being looked at— he'd spent most of his life trying to be looked at, fighting to be the center of attention.  He wore shades and ball caps to avoid the paps like anyone else— because he thought he was supposed to— but deep down, he was addicted to being seen, in spite of his introversion.

He'd never felt as seen as he did when you were looking at him through that stupid webcam.  He almost blushed, though he wasn't sure why.

"Hi," you greeted softly, sounding almost completely different than before.

"Hi," he said back.

[didoldacc]

can I request a fic where beom and reader are enemies (secretly in love with each other)but had to do a project work together in beom's house which led to reader accidentally seeing a picture of her beside beom's computer which happened to be playing p0rn......and sub beom begging for reader to help him! also if possible....maybe reader ordering beom to j3rk off infront of her to humiliate him?? if these are too uncomfortable please don't force yourself to write!! I love your works btw🩷

mdni!

warnings: sub!beomgyu, perv!beomgyu, mentions of p0rn, masturbation(m), humiliation(m receiving), cowgirl position, oral(f receiving) if there is any i have missed please let me know!

you would kill your professor, you could. she matched you with beomgyu out of all the people she could choose. what are the odds of you pairing up with beomgyu instead of other 98 people who also take this class. the professor must have a grudge, you think.

"seriously, -------- how would she know you and beomgyu don't get along? stop being paranoid." you huff at your friend's rationale that you don't wanna admit it's true.

"anyways, we agreed to meet up at 6 so i gotta leave." you say before you leave. "you will stonker" she yells with her voice filled with irony.

it doesn't take you long to arrive his house. once your app shows that you are in the location he has sent you, you ring the bell. you hear a stir coming from the apartment. you get impatient and when you lift your hand to ring the bell again, the door opens.

"you are early. you weren't supposed to come here for an another hour." he seems on his toes but you don't mull over much about it. "i thought it would take me longer to get here and i also gave us an extra half an hour to get prepared so that we could start at exactly 6." you say before entering his house without his invitation. you question his manners since he didn't even bother to invite you to enter. he apologizes for that as if he can read your mind and asks for you to give him a minute. you agree and head to his couch while he was heading to bathroom.

once you sit, you start to observe his house unintentionally. yet you tell yourself to stop it since you don't want your mind filled with details of him. you deceive yourself everything about him is redundant information.

you take the laptop close to you so as to prepare essential sources and articles that your professor recommend. it seems like he is going to take long and it will only benefit you two if these things are ready. but you come across with an unexpected scene. you eyes go wide minute you witness one of your cutest photos that you often use in your social media profiles and an adult video playing on his screen starring a woman oddly similar to you. you are supposed to feel disgusted with what you just overeyed but you felt a burning sensation down there.

you think beomgyu is actually a chaldean when you hear his voice calling your name behind you. "you weren't supposed to see that. i am sorry, can you- can you just forget what you just saw?" you don't exactly know what to do. but he cannot seriously expect you to just forget about it.

"no! no, i can't just forget what i just saw. you are such a disgusting pervert, you know that?" you practically shriek. you turn around to see his expression and feel sorry for him once you realize he is panicking.

"please, i beg you. if you can't forget it, can you at least try to forgive me? i can do everything, i swear. please, please, please, plea-" you cut him of by shushing him. "what do you mean by everything? like what can i gain with your abilities? i am already doing good socially and every other aspect in my life. what could you possibly bring to table? you are just afraid that i can use this to ruin your reputation, aren't you? but i will not give you the satisfaction. especially not after your elementary school bully act towards me!"

"i swear it is not it. i don't even care about my reputation. boys will not even see the problematic aspect of this and girls will forgive me no matter what i do because i am pretty. you know that!" you shake with laughter "you seriously cannot be saying these in your position. you are really thinking you are something." you mock him.

"no! please just listen. what i have to say! i wouldn't even care if they hold me accountable and isolate me, even if i have no social life left. i just want your forgiveness. i swear. i was just teasing you with my childish act to get your attention. i never intended to hurt you. i cannot live with the fact you thinking so little about me. i am really sincere. please just forgive me. please i beg-" you cut him of again this time with your acrimonious laughter. he seems more scared than ever your pity towards him grows.

"you sound like a broken record repeating the same part over and over again. but i guess i can find a way for you to make it up to me." his eyes sparkled with hope. "yes, -------. whatever you want." he keeps begging and waiting for your dispensation. you give him a smirk before you lean toward his eyes and whisper "how about we just restart the video and watch the video together? can you do that, hm?" he looks in your eyes with a shocked but pleased expression and nods his head.

he sits down to couch and takes his laptop on his lap. he gives a little pat right next to him implying that he wants you to sit there. you do and he starts to video.

beomgyu kept gulping throughout tho whole very vanilla video. you sighted that he was mostly focusing on your picture than the video itself. and you see a growing dome on his pants. he turns to you and asks for your help nicely but instead you smirk with delight and lean towards his ears once more. "why don't you put on a show for me instead? it is not your place to ask for help, you know?" you rown.

"but it is so humiliating. i-" he tries to protest before you shut him off. "i know it is exactly why i want you to do it. and also didn't you say that you would do anything?" you argue. he nods and takes his laptop to put it on axle stand. he slowly pulls his pants and underwear down and turn his head to face you. he gives a soft smile before starting to jerk off. his hands going up and down as fast as he can while he keeps whimpering.

he slows down to tease himself to give you the best show he can. it doesn't take him long to moan your name. the sensation starts to cloud his thinking. he just stares at you with empty eyes only filled with desire. when you flash a smile at him, he gives the loudest moan yet.

"it feels so good. it feels better than every time i have jerked off or been with someone. thank you." he keeps saying like it is his entreaty. "you can't cum though. so keep edging yourself for me yeah?" he obeys and slows down once more. his movements keep teasing his cock. he flings his head back from pleasure breaking his eye contact. you sense he is about to cum so you take his hand to stop him. he raises his hand to give you a waiful look. you melt in lust with his pretty face looking so voluptuous.

he presumes and suddenly kisses your lips very passionately. you admire his boldness and return to kiss. you hold his waist to pull him closer and he leaves a broken moan.

both of your breathing quickens when the kiss get more passionate. you feel his teeth giving a small bite to your lower lip making you open your mouth. he uses the opportunity and his tongue enters your mouth. his hand reaches to your neck and he gives soft fondles. once you both get out of breath you stop.

as soon as he leaves your lips he takes off the rest off his clothes. and giving you a look implying you to do the same. you give him a smirk and undress yourself. he just stares when he sees your naked body with an obvious admiration.

he sits down again and you get on his lap. giving him a softer kiss before sitting down on his member. he nods implying you to move and you do. he places his hand on your clit to play with it. "wanna make you feel good." he says. it doesn't take him too long to reach his high. once he feels it's coming he places his hands to both of your hips and raises you to cut out your walls from hid dick. you sit next to him while he pumps his manhood a few times and coming undone.

he doesn't even bother to clean his stomach before making you lay down and getting between your legs and helps you to reach your high too. once he is done he gets up kisses you again before taking you to his bathroom to give both of you a nice shower.

he gives you one of his t-shirts for you to cover yourself up. he starts talking to break the awkward atmosphere. "i have always liked you by the way. i acted obnoxious because you kept giving me the cold treatment. i know it was not the right thing to do but i couldn't get your attention otherwise." he confesses.

you feel shocked at his confession yet it gives you courage to confess back. "i did give you the cold treatment i won't deny but it was only to protect myself. i felt this pain in my chest every single time i saw you. i figured that i had feelings for you. i mean you wouldn't wanna hang out a girl like me so i distanced myself to not get hurt. i mean it sound cheesy when i tell this but-" this time you are the one getting cut off middle of your speech. "why would you think that i wouldn't wanna be with a girl like you? do you know how ridiculous you sound?" he questions but you just incline your head. "he pets yor head before asking "so what do you want to do at our first date girlfriend?"

you giggle and say "study, i guess we have an unfinished assignment."

author note: i think you have sent this to several people. please don't do that. if my work has any similarities with anyone else please let me know. i will gladly give credit if someone wrote something similar to this ask. and please do not do this agin and put the writer in an awkward situation. 🕴

i hope you like it~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[itwasthereaminuteago]

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Frank Castle & Matt Murdock & Female Reader. M.

This is just a little blurb where you have a kid with Frank and Matt. I wanted to have a little angsty prod at Frank having family again, but then wrap him up in some fluff <3. Please let me know (and reblog!) If you like it.

“Look!” Taylor exclaims, holding a trio of crudely, but very cutely, molded clay figures that she had been working on most of the morning aloft. “I made it!”

“Oh wow, those are so good!” You respond as Matt turns away from his laptop and files to find out what his daughter has created this time.

“Come and see with your hands daddy, it's all of us.” Taylor explains, and Matt kneels down on the playmat to check out her latest artwork, flashing you a smile as he feels each one.

“...and is this one me?” he asks curiously, and you almost laugh out loud at Taylor's utter indignation at the very suggestion.

“No! That's my other daddy, silly! This is you!” She guides Matt's hands to another figure.

“Oh yes of course, I'm such a silly. They are so good darling!”

“I wanna show Daddy Frank.”

You're still smiling at her, although Matt can sense it's become strained. “I know you do sweetie, but he's still away working just now, you can show him when he gets back home, okay?”

Taylor pouts massively. Sometimes you think that's when you see Frank in her the most. 

When the three of you had agreed you wanted a family together, you had let fate decide who would be the father. Matt and Frank had taken you against pretty much every horizontal and vertical surface there was once you had stopped your birth control almost five years ago. And when you found out you were pregnant you weren't interested in a paternity test to confirm anything. As Taylor grew you swore she would look most like Matt or Frank at any time, it was so hard to tell and didn't matter in the end to any of you anyway.

“Make him go on the video mummy, then I can show him!” She demands.

Matt takes her hand as he gets up. “That's a good idea poppet. Why don't we have a little game of hide and seek while your mom checks if he's not too busy, hm?”

You're relieved when that seems to placate her and will allow you some time to actually talk to Frank. You whisper a thank you that only he would hear and take your phone into the bedroom closing the door. It felt as if things were calming down with Matt's after work activities, Frank seemed to be taking work away from home more frequently and for longer periods these days. 

“You alright? What's wrong?” He picks up, accepting the voice call only.

You can't help the scoffing sound you make. “We’re fine. You're not home, that's what's wrong.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Things just got a little complicated.”

“What do you mean? When will you be back? We all miss you, Taylor keeps asking where you are, she wanted to show you something on the video call. I can only keep putting her off for so long, Frank. She's bloody smart y'know.”

Frank sighs. “just don't think she should see me right now, don't wanna scare her.”

“Why what's happened? Are you okay?” 

You hear him clear his throat. “Yeah, uh… face is a little messed up is all.”

You frown. “Let me see.” 

“Baby-”

“Frank, I'm not asking, I'm telling you, let me see.”

As he reluctantly switches on the video mode and you're met with the picture of his handsome face albeit marred by black eyes, bruises, and bloody cuts.

You remember the conversation the three of you had about what you were going to tell Taylor her dad's jobs were when she was old enough to start asking. In the end Daddy Matt was a ‘lawler that helps people and sometimes walks into things cos he can't see’, and Frank was ‘a boxer and he protects all of us!’. 

“Jesus.” You respond. “Well, she won't be scared by how you look, I'm almost 100 percent sure she's seen you and Matt a lot worse off. I'll go get her-”

Frank tries to say no but you're already calling out your daughter's name to tell her that daddy is there and he can hear her excited noises over the line.

You sit on the bed pulling her up onto your lap with her recent creations in her hands, holding the phone up so she can see, grinning as she squeals with delight upon seeing Frank. 

“Hey my little pumpkin.”

“Hi daddy! You've been fighting again!? Your face is all broken.” 

Frank chuckles. “Yeah sweetpea, had to show some bad guys some manners.”

You roll your eyes and Taylor cocks her head to the side as she thinks.

“I will put a bandaid on you when you come home!"

“Sure thing pumpkin, you can fix me right up."

"When, daddy?” She presses, causing Frank to stumble on his answer.

"I, uh, I don't know sweetheart, but hey, tell me what's that you got there?” 

She holds up each figure for Frank to see, “...and this is you daddy,” she says at the last one. Her face falls suddenly and she shouts out in frustration, throwing the little model onto the hardwood floor where it breaks. 

“Taylor, no!” You tell her off firmly but she starts to wail, wriggling out of your arms and running into the next room crying.

“Daddy's broken, daddy's broken!”

You see Matt confusedly scooping her up and trying to calm her down before you look back to your phone and Frank.

“’she okay?” Frank asks worriedly as you flump back down on the bed with a deep sigh.

“She's been acting up a lot since you've been away. She wakes up in the middle of the night crying for you, you know.”

“Shit.” Frank pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing his closed, scrunched up eyes hard with his knuckles. “Uh, listen I gotta go…”

“Frank what's going on with you? You haven’t said when you’re coming back?”

“M’sorry. Look, I'll seeya soon, okay?”

“What? Frank, wait!”

*click*

+

Frank can feel the tears start burning at his eyes as he clicks the red button and throws the phone on the bedside table, hunching over with his head in his hands as he sits on the edge of the cheap motel room bed. He thought he could do this, thought he was ready, could have a family again after all this time. Things had been great at first, when you revealed to him and Matt that you were pregnant he was so happy, ecstatic, so excited at the prospect of bringing up a kid again, showing them the world, sharing the love he had with them. But in the very back dark recesses of his mind there was something that still scratched away at the perfect picture, a constant worry that he had managed to keep well at bay at first, but as his little girl grew older he was losing the battle in fighting it back.

He knew that what he was doing, how he was dealing with it, wasn't right. It wasn't fair to any of you and he resented himself for it, and yet he couldn't help himself. He was terrified.

He'd come back, yeah. He just needed a few more days to get his head straight, knock a couple more shitheads out. Frank just needed to be busy for a while and then maybe he could deal with everything else... later. 

+

You're dumbfounded with disbelief that Frank had just hung up on you and left things like that, and later at night once you've settled Taylor down to sleep and you're in bed with Matt, you share what happened with him. You were worried about Frank, but at the same time you were also so unbelievably angry and hurt that he didn't seem to be bothered about seeing and spending time with his daughter.

Matt pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, I'll find him, bring him home. Don't worry sweetie, it's probably nothing.” He assures you before he’s getting out of bed and going for his suit, although sometimes he could never be sure with Frank.

“I'll be back as soon as I can, alright?”

"Okay." You sigh and watch him go, completely unable to allow yourself to rest until your mind has been put at ease. You look in on Taylor who's thankfully fast asleep, picking up her favourite teddy that had fallen onto the floor and tucking it in next to her.

+

Matt is surprised to find him not all that too far from home. Although Frank's stealth was better these days than it had been, it had been fairly easy to track him from the smell of fresh blood from beaten up low lifes on the nearby streets and a little focused questioning. He can hear the hammer click back on his gun as he approaches the motel room.

“It's me.” Matt announces calmly. He could do without spooking Frank unnecessarily.

“The hell are you doin’ here?” Frank snaps as he opens the door, scanning the lot behind Matt out of habit.

“Trying to find out what the hell is up with you.” He answers, bullying his way inside.

“Just go on back home, I've got work to finish, I told her that.” He's pacing like a trapped animal. Matt can hear his accelerated heart rate. 

“No. I know it’s not work, it's something else. C'mon Frank, you know you can talk to us, talk to me. What's going on? Are you in some kind of trouble?”

Matt tilts his head as Frank spits out a pained laugh. “Fuckin’... hah, yeah, trouble…”

Matt moves closer to him, he wants so much to hold him, comfort him, but Frank's on such an edge tonight and he's not sure he can. He hates the way that feels.

“You wanna talk here, or-” Matt tastes the salt in the air then, can hear the thick stop in Frank's throat as he swallows the urge to sob. “Frank, we're worried about you.” Matt keeps his voice low and calm, his hand finally landing softly on his lover's bicep. “Please.”

Frank chokes then, he’s shaking his head back and forth, denying who knows what and Matt just wants to fix whatever’s got him this way.

“Hey it's alright, come on and sit down. That's it.” Matt says as he guides him to a seat on the bed, settling beside him just giving him some space.

“Jesus, I- ''Frank starts, turning away, wishing he could hide from Matt's radar sense. “It's just been… fuck, it was all goin' great, y’know, with the kid and everything-”

Matt tilts his head to the side. “So this is about home? About Taylor?” he probes gently.

Frank screws his eyes shut, rubbing his hand over his face. “Mm. An’ now our baby girl, she ain't such a baby anymore… she's- I don't know Red, I'm scared.”

“What is it you're afraid of, Frank?” Matt asks, although he thinks he has an inkling.

“That somethin's gonna happen to her, t-that- that it'll be my fault. That I'll make a stupid mistake and bring somethin' home that'll hurt her, that I'll lose her… like I lost my Lisa-” 

Frank breaks down, his huge frame shuddering as the tears he's been holding back start to stream down his face.

Matt almost doesn't know what to say. He knows what it's like to lose someone but he can barely comprehend how it must have felt to lose your entire family, your entire world in a few brutal moments, right in front of you.

“Staying away isn't going to protect her Frank, and she's in the safest place she can be. 

“I know, I know…it’s just-”

Matt sighs. “Frank, I understand that you're worried but she needs you with her, and so do we.” He gently wipes the tears from Frank's cheeks, his soft touch giving a little comfort to him. “I know we can’t prepare for every risk, but we're always going to be stronger together.”

Frank gives the barest of nods, trying to pull the frayed threads of himself back together for the sake of his family. He knows Matt’s right. 

+

“Daddy! Daddy” His little angel exclaims as she sees him come in the front door after Matt. She’s all wide eyes and smiles and it fills up his heart again.

“Sweetpea! What're you doin' up?”

When you see the way Frank takes Taylor up in his arms, holding her so close, kissing her cheek and brushing his fingers over her dark hair, it’s not difficult to see what’s been going on with him. You join him and Matt in a giant hug in the hall.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” you whisper, kissing him lightly, avoiding the bruises as best you can. 

Frank hums low, wrapping his free arm around your waist and pecking you on the lips. “Yeah, was just… a lil bit broken after all.” he says. Taylor wriggles to be let down, pulling at Frank’s big paw of a hand urging him to come over to the table. 

“You’re not broken any more Daddy Frank, we fixed you!” She tells him proudly, showing him the little clay figure that you had managed to glue back together again.

You and Matt share a smile and Frank can’t help but grin, blinking away a couple of stray tears. “Yeah you did pea, you sure did.”

[jungkussyficrecs]

Beaches and Vlives I JJK

A/N: Hello! After writing Stroke Game, I decided to continue the theme of writing stories around posts, videos, and lives of the members. The concept of these were inspired by @kimnjss clips with context series! You should definitely check them out!

I will be taking requests for other things that people would like a story written around so feel free to send those in!

Summary: The events leading up to Jungkook’s impromptu Vlive and what happened after.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, brief mentions of pregnancy kink, good ole missionary, nothing too crayz

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Ever since your car had passed the sea on the drive up to the campsite, Jungkook had been itching to get on live and talk to Army. You had watched from the passenger seat as he went silent and fell into his thoughts, while he tried to simultaneously admire the sea and keep his eyes on the road. After gentle prompting from you, he finally confessed how much the sea reminds him of Army. Heart melting a little bit at the revelation, you ask him to tell you more, but he doesn’t.

After a few minutes, you see him glancing back and forth between the sea and the road almost anxiously, and then you watch as he pulls his lip between his teeth and starts biting the skin there. 

You’ve known Jungkook long enough to know, there’s something on his mind, but he’s overthinking. Reaching across the center console, your thumb gently tugs on his bottom lip to rescue it from his anxious biting. His eyes quickly dart to you and then back to the road. You card your fingers lightly through his hair, hand falling down to give a quick tug on his earring before breaking the comfortable silence in the car, 

‘What’s on your mind handsome?’ You ask quietly so as not to startle him.

He seems to mull over his thoughts for a moment before speaking up,

‘I really want to talk to Army right now after looking at the sea.’ He says it quietly, and an embarrassed laugh follows almost as if he thinks it’s ridiculous. You can see his eyes flit back and forth, trying to gauge your reaction.

‘So why don’t you?’ You hum.

You watch as he cutely tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed lightly,

‘This is our trip, Jagi, before things are busy with our comeback.’ He’s overthinking even more, and it’s written all over his face. The way his eyes are bouncing, his fingers are jittery, and his lip is back between his teeth.

‘Koo,’ you start, ‘If you wanna go live, then go live. You know I don’t care.’ You reassure him.

He thinks for a moment before responding, ‘I can’t even go live because I don’t have my laptop and there aren’t any staff and I’m not supposed to-’ 

‘Kook’ you cut him off ‘You can use my laptop, and you can call the staff ahead of time and let them know’ You place your hand on his thigh and give a light squeeze to reassure him.

He looks over at you,

‘You really don’t mind?’ He asks timidly.

‘Of course I don’t.’ You smile at him.

.     .     .

You watch in admiration as Jungkook, a little more uncoordinated after the drink (or two) he had, fumbles to set up everything he needs for his live. Deciding to wait until after you had dinner and for some staff to arrive just to be safe seemed like a good idea at first but now he’s antsy. He’s rushing in excitement, and along the way he’s knocking cups and the camera over. You watch as Jungkook is switching between sitting down and checking the camera angle and then getting back up to rearrange the chair so the camera has a slight view of the fire. Then he sits again before deciding once more that the angle isn’t to his liking. He’s bouncing back and forth between sitting and standing, dimming the lights, at one point, he even grabs his car keys and moves his car since ‘too much of it is in the frame.’

Jungkook has always been a perfectionist. That much isn’t new, but when he’s particularly nervous or excited for something, those tendencies are even more pronounced than usual. Especially since his excitement for the live is combined with the nerves for his comeback. He’d been spending extra hours in the studio perfecting his vocals, and every free moment he had was spent walking around singing the new songs. He was in the gym constantly trying to look his best, and he even made sure to get the new tattoo he’s been wanting ahead of time so it would be healed for the new performances.

He finally gets everything set up just perfect and after adjusting his hair in the camera he looks up at you,

‘I’m ready.’ He says with a cute smile on his face. You laugh at him in response,

‘I’ve been ready. You were the one posing the car and the fire in the background.’

He rolls his eyes at you,

‘You have to set the scene, Jagi.’ He pouts. Instead of saying anything else you just gesture toward your laptop, and he shoots you a handsome smile and pressing a finger against his lips in a ‘shh’ motion before starting the live.

You’ve been around him enough to know that any movement of yours can be perceived as staff, but the biggest rule is to not say anything. 

You busy yourself with trying to quietly clean things up while Jungkook begins to talk to the camera. Throwing away bits of trash and food scraps, you listen to your boyfriend's ramblings in the background. A quick glance over your shoulder reveals that he’s already more relaxed than he was in the beginning. He’s curled up comfortably in his chair, a sweet smile on his face.

There’s a specific shine that Jungkook gets in his eyes when he’s at his happiest. You’ve noticed it time and time again when he’s on stage, doing lives, or telling you about something that Army did, whether it be a birthday present or a project that they’ve organized. He’s constantly in awe of the people that make his job worth it.

After cleaning up a bit, you lean up against a wall and turn to just watch him. The rain adds perfect background noise to his voice. Watching the gestures of his hands, the way he throws his head back in laughter, and the slight pout he gets to his lips when he’s telling the fans a story, almost as if he thinks they won’t believe him. He gets more animated as he goes on, and in doing so he sees you in his peripheral vision from where you’re propped against the wall. You smile at him and watch as he becomes shy before surprisingly addressing you,

‘You’re just gonna stand there and watch me?’ He asks before seemingly catching his slip up. Before you can even begin to panic he’s smoothing it over and turning to the staff who had driven up once he said he was going to do a live. Before anything can happen he looks back to the camera, 

‘The staff seem to think I’m gonna spoil something on the live.’ he giggles, ‘They’re all just watching me.’ You admire how quickly he covered up talking to you.

He looks around once more before glancing at the camera,

‘I’m gonna tell you a secret,’ He peers behind to mock checking his surroundings, 

‘I had a drink and I feel good now.’ He scrunches up his nose, and you have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing at his cute gesture. You decide to sit back down and just watch him for the remaining time. It’s impossible to miss how incredibly happy he is right now, telling stories and making jokes. You can already hear his hyungs laughing at him about how he’s supposed to be on vacation but instead he’s live, the same way they teased him about his two hour long livestream. 

.    .    .

Jungkook sighs as he closes the computer, a content smile on his face,

‘Do you feel better?’ You ask him. He simply smiles in response and then winks at you. Jungkook stands up and goes to talk to the staff and thank them for driving up for his impromptu live. 

You had left your phone inside while Jungkook was live, not wanting the iPhone ringtones getting him in trouble. Walking inside to grab your phone, you see Jungkook’s sitting next to yours, and the notifications on the screen show missed calls from most of the members. The top notification is a text from Jimin.

From Jiminie hyungie

Good luck Jungkookie :)

You laugh at seeing a text wishing Jungkook luck for his live. You can’t help but think this is his hyung’s way of teasing him for the whole situation. Looking at your phone, you see Jimin called you as well. Hearing the door open behind you, you decide to call him back later and spend time with Jungkook now that he’s done.

He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You can’t help but close your eyes and lean into the comfort of his embrace. He presses the lightest kiss against the shell of your ear,

‘Thank you.’ He murmurs into your ear.

‘For what, Kook?’ You ask. He pauses for a moment, 

‘For loving me and supporting my career.’ He hums back.

You turn your head to look him in the eye, ‘I always will.’ He just stares for a moment before his eyes glance down to your lips. His index finger and thumb come up to grasp your chin and pull your head toward his. And then he gently kisses you, soft lips moving languidly against yours to convey all of his emotions.

The thing about loving Jungkook is that he isn’t good at putting his feelings into words. He’s better at showing his emotions through actions whether it’s giving gifts, soft touches, or passionate kisses that stop your heart in its tracks.

He breaks the tender kiss to start pressing kisses down your neck. Light, wet, open mouthed kisses until he reaches where your shoulder meets your neck. He sucks lightly leaving a mark. You’ve learned through the years that Jungkook is a possessive lover. Since he can’t outwardly show that you're his, he loves leaving marks everywhere that he can. Up and down your neck, collarbones, and all the way down your cleavage. One particularly long night after a small argument had ended in a trail of love bites all the way down to your hips. 

‘I just love you so much’ he murmurs against your skin. 

‘I love you more Kook’ You respond, turning your head to capture his lips with yours. You turn around fully and wrap your arms around his neck. He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and reaches down to grab the backs of your thighs and hoist your legs around his waist. He picks you up and starts to move toward the bedroom when he bumps into the cabinet in the kitchen,

‘Oh my god that hurt’ you laugh, sensual atmosphere broken by Jungkook’s misstep. 

‘Sorry Jagi’ He’s trying, but failing, to hold back his laughter, ‘I’m not used to the layout of the camper.’ He’s trying but failing to contain his laughter. You smack him lightly on the shoulder and urge him toward the bedroom. He’s still quietly laughing, and you opt to distract him by kissing along his jawline. His amusement is gone quickly as you feel goosebumps sprout on the nape of his neck. Kissing further down, your lips make their way toward his adam’s apple. Lightly taking the skin there between your teeth, and then easing the nip with a kiss and a trace of your tongue, you hear his breath hitch in his throat.

‘Jagi,’ he warns, but it doesn’t sound very forceful.

‘I know Kook. No marks.’ You respond, continuing the trail of your lips to ease his worry. All of the sudden his arms beneath you are gone, and you’re falling. You gasp out of surprise, eyes shooting open, and then your back meets the soft surface of the bed.

‘You’re a jerk. Could’ve warned me at least.’ You pout.

He smiles cheekily while crawling over you to meet your lips again, ‘No time for that, baby.’ He pulls your shirt over your head, and then his lips are back on yours. He’s kissing you slowly like he has no plans of going anywhere. 

Jungkook isn’t a fan of quickies, always taking his time showing you how much he loves you. Jungkook is trailing kisses down your chest, making his way toward the waistband of your shorts. He nips the skin of your abdomen and then soothes over the mark with a swipe of his tongue and a quick kiss, his way of leaving marks that won’t last as long as love bites. 

Above you Jungkook is struggling to keep it together. He’s trying his hardest not to combust from excitement and pure adortion. The way you were so accepting of his career and all that came with being an idol, including impromptu camping trips and even more impromptu lives, just makes him love you even more.

Before he met you, he’d come to accept the idea that he might never find someone he wanted to be with forever. It sounds dramatic, but past dating attempts have left him hopeless for future relationships. Girls were upset that he couldn’t always make time for them, or that he might be out of the country for months at a time. He knows he isn’t perfect and forgets anniversaries if schedules get too busy, and he might not always have the time to be there for birthdays. 

You, however, have taken everything in stride. Accepting his flaws and the inconvenient aspects of his job with your head held high. You’re always there when he gets off of work at ungodly hours, and always ready to answer the phone in the middle of the night when he’s on the other side of the world. So, when he has time like today, he loves to just admire you, and show you how much with each and every kiss and touch.

Your shorts are long gone, and when he’s going to spread your legs to lay between them, you reach forward and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. You trail your hands down his pecs, tracing the lines and contours of his torso. After a moment of admiring his chest, you glance up to meet his eyes, and he’s smiling down at you. It’s not a cocky smile, just a sweet one.

‘Lay back, jagi.’ After following his orders, Jungkook lays on his stomach between your parted legs. He props your thighs up on his shoulders, and then he makes eye contact with you while he licks a slow stripe from your opening to your clit. He watches you as you close your eyes and throw your arm out to grasp the sheets between your fingers. Jungkook loves nothing more than getting to just give you endless amounts of pleasure. He wraps his lips around your clit and his fingers make their way to your entrance. He slides two in, knowing you like a little bit of burn when he’s stretching you out.

‘So good for me baby.’ He’s tracing figure eights on your clit with the tip of his tongue and curling his fingers inside of you just right.

You’re overcome with the sensation of Jungkook between your legs. Reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair, you lightly grind your hips up into his face.

‘That’s right baby, fuck my face.’ He flattens his tongue and shakes his head back and forth, letting more spit fall from his mouth. The sounds he’s making are obscene, fingers squelching inside of you and spit-slicked tongue slurping obnoxiously against you. 

Jungkook is out of his mind with the scene of you using his face to get off. The tightness in his pants is unbearable, and he’s started to grind against the bed below him, hips thrusting to provide some relief. He can feel that you're getting closer, the movements of your hips are getting jerkier and more desperate. 

‘Go on baby, come on my tongue and fingers.’ The coil in the pit of your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, pleasure building to new heights. The combination of Jungkook’s mouth and fingers helps you approach the end quickly. It’s when you look down to see his eyes closed and hips grinding on the bed, harsh breaths leaving his chest, that the coil snaps. Your grip in his hair pushes his face into your pussy, bucking against him. Your hips move up so that your clit brushes against his nose, and the solid pressure in your most sensitive spot helps you ride out your climax. His fingers are still inside of you when you finish, gently helping you along, but they stop when the grip you have on his hair loosens and your hips stop moving. He lifts his head when your legs fall off of his shoulders to be met with you lying back, eyes closed, and chest moving rapidly. 

When you open your eyes, you’re met with the sight of him staring at you.

‘What?’ You ask him. He starts to move up your body, but he pauses when he’s level with your chest.

‘I didn’t even get to play with these.’ he mumbles, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth.

‘Yah, not so fast. Jesus you’re insatiable.’ You mumble after pushing his head away from your sensitive nipples. Your grip stays on his jaw, and your thumb traces his bottom lip and then pokes the mole underneath. Jungkook turns his head into your hand, enjoying your touch. Then, you pull him so his lips meet yours once more. His hips press against yours, and you can feel how hard he is for you beneath his pants. Your hands trace down his sides, and then meet at the button of his pants. Your fingers work quickly to undo the zipper and push them down his hips. Once his pants are off, boxers gone along with them, you push at his hip

‘Sit back Koo, I wanna suck you off.’ You hum, mouth watering at the thought of having him in your throat. He groans, ‘I really really want you to, but I won’t last jagi.’ He laughs slightly embarrassed.

‘What’s wrong with that Koo?’ You smirk at him, ‘I love when you cum down my throat.’ 

He groans again, pushing your face away with his hand and taking a deep breath, ‘You have to stop talking like that or I’m gonna cum in my pants.’ He laughs.

‘You’re not wearing any pants.’ You point out with a smirk. 

‘You’re so funny’ He quips, unamused. He leans down and kisses you, halting your teasing, and you break away to whisper against his ear, ‘How do you want me, Koo?’ He groans, and his hips stutter against yours, and he decides against scolding you for your dirty talk and instead simply answers, ‘Hands and knees jagi.’ 

You laugh at his shy answer, ‘You’re such an ass man, Kook.’ Nonetheless you turn over getting into the position he requested. Apparently you’re too far up the bed because you let out a squeal as he wraps his hands around your waist to pull you toward the foot of the bed so he can stand behind you.

‘I’m so lucky, Jagi.’ Jungkook says under his breath. His hands are kneading your ass cheeks. Pulling and patting, watching them ripple back into place. You let him, knowing this is one of the rare occasions he’s bold enough to request one of his favorite positions.

You’re expecting him to start to ease into you when he flips you onto your back. You look up at him in surprise, ‘What happened to hands and knees?’ You ask him and give him a kiss to punctuate the question.

‘Changed my mind.’ He mumbles against your lips. ‘Wanna kiss you.’

It’s hard to ignore the way your stomach flips at the statement, and instead of saying anything, you give him what he wants.

He reaches down to grab the base of his cock. He gives himself a quick stroke, hips stuttering in sensitivity. He bites his lip at the feeling of friction against his cock. He lines up with your entrance, glancing up to make sure you’re still okay, before pushing in slowly. 

You watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sensation of your walls wrapped around his cock. He whines low in his throat, trying to keep the noises at bay but failing after being worked up for so long. He bottoms out, pelvis pressed flat against yours. You watch as he takes a deep breath, trying so hard to resist the urge to thrust into you recklessly.

You wrap your hips around his waist, pushing his hips impossibly tighter against yours.

‘You feel so good, Jagi.’ His voice is strained, and his cheeks are flushed, eyes closed and basking in the feeling.

Sex with Jungkook is one of the most amazing experiences, because he doesn’t just have sex. He gets so overwhelmed by the pleasure that it’s almost too much for him, and watching as he relaxes and lets himself feel good is one of the most attractive things to you.

He’s slowly fucking into you, taking time to enjoy the way you feel around him. 

Reaching up to wrap one arm behind his neck, you prop yourself off the bed slightly with the other arm, and then you push your hips up into his to fuck yourself on his cock. The reaction from Jungkook is instantaneous. His hips stutter from their previous pace before pushing all the way into the hilt. Jungkook’s hands grab your hips to stop you from moving.

‘You can’t do that or this will be over way too soon.’ He laughs, but you can see how much he was affected. The muscles in his abdomen are quivering, and he’s bright red all over with sweat collecting along his hairline. After taking a breath, Jungkook slowly drags his cock back out and then slams back inside of you, pushing you up the bed with the force of his thrust. He hammers into you at a rapid pace the sound of his hips slapping against yours are only accompanied by his grunts and your babbling of his name. He leans over you, chest pressed against yours and kisses you, tongue tracing along your bottom lip and giving it a slight nip. 

Jungkook knows you too well, and when your hips start to twitch against his, he reaches down and rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb, helping you toward your orgasm.

‘Jungkook.’ you moan, hand reaching out to find purchase on his shoulder as you grow closer and closer to finishing.

‘Kook’ you mumble, ‘kiss’

He looks down at you and smiles, ‘Always gonna kiss my girl.’ And then his lips are meeting yours. His thrusts are getting hard, filling you up perfectly, and the combination of his fingers, cock, and lips push you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you. 

Jungkook is so close. He knows you could tell before, but the clenching of your walls around his cock is pushing him toward the edge. His pace falters as he tries to keep going, but his attempt is fruitless. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm before he starts up the brutal pace again.

‘I’m gonna cum babe.’ he pants out against your lips.

‘Gonna fill me up Kook?’ You ask him. Jungkook grunts back his response,

‘I’m gonna fill you up so good, maybe even fuck a baby into you.’ He’s too far gone to think about what he’s saying, and you’re momentarily surprised. This is the first time Jungkook has brought this up, but you can see how turned on he is, so you decided to go along with it.

‘Yeah? You’re gonna fuck a baby in me? Fuck me so good I get pregnant?’

That’s the final straw for Jungkook, the thoughts running through his head of you pregnant with his kid, tits swollen with milk have him too worked up, and with no warning he’s cumming. His hips stutter as the first few spurts come out, and the noises he’s letting out are mixtures of your name, groans, and ‘baby.’ He pushes into you one last time as hard as he can, shaking with the force of his orgasm before his arms promptly give out under him and he flops down on top of you.

You both sit quietly for a while, running your fingers through his hair and just enjoying each other’s presence. 

‘I think I almost died.’ He says against your chest after a moment. He smiles when he feels you shaking with laughter underneath him.

‘So you wanna knock me up huh?’ He groans and buries his face deeper into your sternum, trying to avoid eye contact. You’re laughing even harder now.

‘Where’d that come from Kook?’ You nudge him from where he’s trying to hide.

His eyes meet yours, and he shrugs ‘Just a horny fantasy.’ He mumbles. ‘For now.’

‘Ok well you keep fantasizing while you let me up so I don’t get your cum all over the bed. We have to sleep here tonight.’ He rolls over onto his back next you so you can get up, and he watches you walk into the bathroom. His mind is no longer clouded by you, and now all he can think about is what he has been planning to do tonight.

.     .     .

Later after being live when Jungkook posts a picture of the beach, Army will never know that they helped him calm down for the biggest moment of his life. Because just next to where he drew hearts and letters into the sand, he got onto one knee and asked the most amazing and supportive girlfriend he’s ever had to be his wife. 

And maybe, just maybe, he’s a few steps closer to that horny fantasy becoming reality.

[tyungelic]

so i sent cherry a similar ask but im gonna do it backwards for u hehe

thoughts on bad girl tyun corrupting good girl reader ><??

★ a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox for eons sorry for the late reply this was soo fun to write~

warning: fem!taehyun drops the d slur in this

your roommate taehyun knows exactly the kind of girl you are.

you’re always so kind, so sweet, so innocent— at least that’s what others saw on the surface, but she knows the truth.

she’s seen your browser history after all. tsk tsk, shouldn’t have left your laptop open while you went to take a shower. taehyun knows she shouldn’t go around peeking at your stuff, but she just couldn’t resist. you’re so cute and pure, you had to be hiding something. a dark secret, a strange fetish, anything. taehyun wants nothing more than to mess with you. you were always so fun to rile up, so pouty and easy to upset.

taehyun’s eyes go wide when she sees all the lesbian porn in your history. link after link, gifs, videos, and pictures. my god, it’s like you’re some kind of porn addict. no one would ever expect this of sweet little y/n.

so of course she has to let you know that she found out. after all, just the thought of you crying and begging her not to tell anyone about this secret of yours amuses her so much that it turns her on.

you walk into your bedroom and nearly drop your towel in shock when you see taehyun watching one of the videos you were watching just last night.

"taehyun! wh-what are you--"

"-- oh, just watching from your little collection," taehyun says with a sly smile. "you should do something about your chrome history. ever heard of incognito before?"

you rush to your bed and slam the lid of your laptop down, cutting off the salacious moans blaring from your laptop's speakers.

"i didn't give you permission to use my stuff," you say, voice already rising in anger.

"sorry."

bullshit. you both know she isn't sorry.

"what's with you?" you ask. "do you hate me or something? what have i ever done to you?"

“are you a dyke, y/n?” taehyun asked, a sadistic kind of mirth in her voice. you bit your bottom lip, fighting back tears.

"no! i'm not... that. i don't like women that way..."

“i don’t know,” taehyun says in sing-song. “your history is pretty telling. you want a woman to fuck you that badly, hm?”

you gulp, mouth feeling dry and head spinning. you feel so humiliated and you know she’s eating this up. she loves to get a rise out of you and here you are, playing right into her hand.

“do you think about anyone when you watch stuff like that?”

you shake your head, avoiding eye contact with your roommate. one of her hands makes its way to your waist and the other grabs your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.

“wanna try it out with me?”

your knees are starting to go weak. her eyes are so dark, so hypnotizing. does she have any idea of the hold she has on you?

“i need an answer, princess.”

you remove her hand from your face, rage building up inside of you.

"no, not you. never you."

"oh, you don't mean that," taehyun says, feigning offense. "you hate me so much you wanna fuck me, don't you?"

you can't stand this. what the fuck is her problem? why does she always target you? she's such a bitch, so condescending and mean. she's gone too far this time. she knows just how to toy with you and you hate it. you hate her.

and yet...

“y-yes,” you squeak out. “yes, taehyun. please touch me, use me, do whatever you want with me.”

taehyun pulls off your towel, exposing your wet, naked body. she presses her knee between your legs and slowly grinds it against your pussy.

"good girl," she whispers before biting your earlobe. "listen to everything i say and we'll have a great time. okay?"

[holylulusworld]

Their Kitten (7)

Summary: You’re their kitten.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Rachel Reiter

Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, head the individual warnings under A/N2

A/N: A shorter chapter to reveal the mystery about the video.

Badass kitten & her tamers

<< Part 6

A/N2: Be aware, I’ll reveal what Rachel and Lloyd did in the video! If you don’t want to get spoiled, don’t read the following warnings: Everything is only implied. There is no explicit scene (mentions of diaper fetishism /fisting (anally/male rec), figging, mommy kink

“Please help me find that video. I wanna know what kind of shit Rachel did with that guy. Please,” you poke Jensen’s thigh. “You know, I could ask Ran to pay you more money. Maybe he’ll even buy you a nice new computer. You know. The one you were talking about.”

Jensen swallows thickly. He would die to get his hands on the brand-new model no one should know about. “You think he can get me one?” he licks his lips.

“He will do anything to make me happy. If I tell him I want one for my favorite tech nerd, he’ll buy it for me.”

“Hmm…no. They will kill me if I show you the video. It’s kinky and sick shit, sweetie. I don’t think you want to watch it,” Jensen tries to resist your pout and puppy dog look. “Don’t give me those eyes.”

“Please, Jensy. You are my favorite tech guy,” you whine as Jensen fights your influence. “You know, I do kinky shit all the time with my men. We are the masters of kinky shit.”

“Y/N believe me this is the kind of sick shit that you’ll never forget about,” crossing your arms over your chest, you huff.

“Try me, Jensen. I bet you can’t shock me. I saw and did things you never even heard about,” you challenge. “Please. I’m bored. They won’t let me leave the house and I got nothing to do while they are hunting Hansen and Rachel down.”

“I can’t help you. If Ransom doesn’t kill me, Ari will. He’s like a feral animal when it comes to you,” Jake shakes his head as you beg him to help you again. “I like my body with my head on top of it.”

“Aw, Jensen,” you smirk darkly. “Ari won’t rip your head off, darling. He will cut your cock off. I bet you will miss your dick even more.”

“D-id you just threaten my dick?” he gasps. “Please don’t be like that. I always helped you with your phone and all.”

“I really wanna see that video.”

“Holy fuck,” your eyes grow wide. You giggle as Jake tries not to look at the monitor. “why don’t you have a look too.”

“Nah, that’s not my kind of shit. She’s hot, though. But that,” he points at the laptop on your lap, “is sick, and gross…and…it should be illegal.”

“He looks kinda cute wearing diapers,” you grin as Jake shudders. He refuses to look at the monitor and scrunches up his nose. “Uh-oh, she ripped the diapers off his ass. Damn, she just called him her good boy.”

“Can we stop watching this stuff?”

“I wanna know what happens,” he huffs as you pump up the volume. “Dude, what is she doing? Wait-she shoves something up his ass.”

“I know. It’s ginger.”

Jakes scrunches up his nose.

You watch the video with curiosity and amusement.

“That’s lame. I got no clue why you all made such a secret out of this video. He wears a diaper and calls her mommy. I did much hotter things with my men.”

“If it bores you, we can stop watching the video. Let’s just watch something else. You like those cat videos, right?” Jake tries. “Please.”

“No. I need to see all of it,” you hum as Rachel gets lube out. “Holy fuck, she just poured half of the bottle over her hand…” leaning closer you stare at the monitor. “Oh—I get it now.”

Your mouth falls open. “That’s just gross, Y/N.”

“Dude, she shoves her fist up his ass.”

You snort.

Jake retches.

“Still gross.”

“I mean, none of my men would let me do this to them, but it’s kinda,” you hum to yourself. “Nah, I don’t want to put my fist up anyone’s ass. Not my kind of kink.”

“Thank fuck,” Ransom suddenly stands next to you. Sometimes you believe he’s more cat than man. “Y/N, didn’t I tell you to not watch the video.”

“I’m not some child, Ran,” slamming the laptop shut you huff. “That’s not even the kinkiest porn I ever watched.”

“Jensen, we told you to not show the video to Y/N, didn’t we,” Andy steps inside the room. He’s not in the mood to discuss Lloyd Hansen’s preferences in the bedroom. That’s for sure.

“I threatened him. It’s not Jensen’s fault.”

“We said that you shall not watch the video, Y/N,” Ari lifts your chin with his index finger. “You do as we say if it comes to business and Lloyd Hansen.”

“I wanna watch the rest of the video,” you push Ari’s hand away. “If you believe you are forgiven, you are delusional. Stop acting like I’m a fragile doll. You never had a problem with dragging me into your life.”

“Darling, we do so to protect you,” Andy softly says. “Our world is a dark one. Bloody and dangerous. We only try to keep you out of this part of our lives.”

“I want to know everything about your lives, Andy. I’m part of it, an important part. Please don’t shut me out again,” you look up at Andy. “Please don’t do this to me. What happened at that boutique happened because you didn’t tell me the truth.”

“Kitten, we will keep a few things to ourselves. But all of us will try to be honest with you from now on,” Ransom takes the laptop to put it away.

“And no more watching other guys getting their ass fisted. That’s a hard limit,” Ari tuts.

“Aw, but he looked so cute getting his ass destroyed by your favorite girl,” batting your eyelashes you grin at Ari. “Maybe you let me ruin yours too.”

“Hard limit.”

You chuckle at Ari’s pained expression.

“Fine. If you promise to not hide things from me, I’ll not watch Lloyd get fucked again. Pinky promise,” you coo. “I’m going to be your good girl.”

“How can you not know how to get inside the mansion, Rachel?” frustrated Lloyd kicks a chair out of his way. “I need to get my hands on their kitten. You promised to help me, Rachel!”

“For fuck’s sake, stop bugging me, Lloyd. I promised to help you, and I did. You messed shit up as you wanted to scare little miss sunshine first,” Rachel talks back. “I gave you a time window and you fucked it up. I couldn’t stop Tucker from calling her lovers.”

“I paid you well, Rachel. I expect you to do your job,” Lloyd growls. He didn’t get the chance to get a taste of you, and it makes him furious. “No more money until you handed her over.”

“Hand her over,” she chuckles humorously. “You are out of your mind, Hansen. They will kill me if I try to bring her out of the house. It’s a fucking fortress since you tried to kidnap her.”

“You’ll find a way. I’m sure of it.”

Lloyd slides his index finger over his mustache, smirking darkly. He can’t wait to get you alone…

>> Part 8

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[artzychic27]

One Day at a Time Quotes

Marinette: A Proposition U.

Lacey: You wanna proposition me?

—

Denise: The rain ruined everything, and everybody came back, and we’re Cuban, so now we’re having a party.

Marc: Well, I’m Colombian, so I actually get that. Except with my mom, it’s not, *Vocalizes Cuban music* it’s *Vocalizes Colombian music*

Pilar Cabello: Do I hear a Colombian?

—

Kagami: I have figured out what to do about that tree!

Mylène: Form a Million Fencer March!

Kagami: No, no, no. I have something better than all of that, that will cut through the red tape! *Whips out a katana* HA!

Mylène: Kagami! Be careful!

Kagami: I know, I’m sorry. This is not my usual katana arm.

—

Zoé: Uh, thanks so much for dinner, but I’m not really that hungry, so I’m gonna chill till the lockdown’s over. *Leaves the room*

Austin T: … She is walking away from my meal?… *Points to Jean* This is your fault.

—

Roger: *Through a megaphone* Please go back inside! Kissing teenagers! Please go back inside!

Cosette: *Stops kissing Zoé* IN A MINUTE!

—

Austin A: I pretended that these people were my friends, but, honestly, for some reason, I’m not that popular. *Marinette walks by* Nice wig, Mari! You get it from the dump like the rest of your clothes?… I don’t know what it is, exactly.

—

Marc: *Gets a text* Oh! My boyfriend’s out front. He hates when I make him wait.

Jean: …

Marc: Aaw! And he just bought me a cookie! I love cookies! *Leaves*

Austin T: *Walks over to Jean* He has a boyfriend… He’s so lucky… Do you wanna split that cookie?

Jean: Huh? Wait… Ooh…

Austin T: Oh. Never mind. Uh, I thought- Sorry.

Jean: No, no! Queer! Me, queer!

Austin T: Oh! Uh… Me, queer, too!

Jean: Heh… Great… *Offers Austin T a cookie* Cookie?

*Meanwhile, Denise and Simon watch from afar*

Denise: Oof.

Simon: Yeah. He is terrible at this.

Denise: Thank goodness he has us.

—

Reshma: Okay… Then what I’m trying to say… Is that… When I think about love… I see myself… Someday… Loving a woman…

Aabha Leghari: … Oh… Why do I keep giving everyone the wrong sex talk?

—

Mme. Bustier: How bad was this movie?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Awful.

M. Grotke: Filthy.

Mme. Bustier: Okay! Show me!

Mme. Mendeleiv: Yeah, that’s not happening.

M. Monlataing: Caline, you turned away when I bent over to tie my shoe. Trust me, this is not for you.

Mme. Bustier: Hey. I have been married since I graduated university. If anything, it is a shame that Giselle and I went unrecorded. *Takes the laptop and opens it, playing the video* …

Mme. Mendeleiv: …

M. Monlataing: …

M. Grotke: …

Mme. Bustier: … *Tilts her head… Then shuts the laptop* Burn this.

—

Juleka: Well, what are you asking me? How to spot a lesbian? I mean, do some of us have short hair? Sure. Do we sometimes prefer practical, gender neutral clothing? I guess? Does a perfect day involve going to candle making class in our Subaru with a roof rack full on antiques? That’s just solid Parisian fun.

—

Valentin Bellamy: I want her to have the perfect coming out story. You know, where I’m cool and supportive, and… We high five unicorns down a rainbow together.

Anarka: Okay, so, gay people aren’t magic. But it’s a common misconception, so…

[slowestlap]

i have to shoot my shot and ask - HOW on earth do you make your gifs so crisp. they're so clean its literally out of this world!!!!!! when your gifs are on my dash i almost always know its you just by the QUALITY of the gif. help a girl out!!!

Hii! Thank you!! <3 I'm happy with the way my giffing process now goes but it's taken years and a few different fandoms and stumbling upon good tutorials which is why i decided to make one of my own too.

I still love figuring out new things to try and hopefully you can get some new tips to your process from me too. Under the cut is a long af post about gif making, focusing on some basic stuff and sharpening/coloring tips.

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WAY TOO LONG INTRO

Before i get to the photoshop part, the base stuff is super important: You can't turn a very bad video into great gifs since there's only so much photoshop can do BUT you can turn a good video into great gifs. So, obviously the original video quality matters a lot.

I religiously stand by the correct tumblr size dimensions (see example, the numbers mean the width. Height doesn't really matter). However in 3 column sets i’ll sacrifice that one pixel and would make them all 177px. The empty space between gifs in 2 column sets is 4px, in 3 column sets it's 4px + 4px.

Since tumblr can only properly handle 540 gif pixels in the same row, sets with two wide gifs side by side can be laggy to scroll by. So for example, 268px gif will not be as sharp as 540px gif (if you click on it to see it bigger), since it legit has only half of the pixels, but if you plan to post 2 gifs in the same row, the 268px will look better on the dash in the gif set since it’s correctly sized for the best dash result.

I download videos when i can (dl is always better than screen recording), so that's youtube, instagram/twitter etc. Streaming sites/broadcasts i have to screen record and i use OBS to do it. It's the best i've tried for hq recording. I record with 60fps and use display capture. OBS is a heavy program, as is photoshop, so a good enough computer is also super important imo. I used to make gifs with a laptop of 4gb ram/128gb emmc and lost my mind after all the crashing and spent 1k€ on a new one. Basically, have as much performance as you can afford, and editing experience will be much much more pleasant. Of course gifs can be done with an average computer too, it'll just likely be slower and clumsier and you need more patience 😫

Also, i've gotten rid of the urge to be the first to post a gif set when new content drops. I'm not the fastest, i always do every coloring from the scratch. I save to drafts to see how it looks like on mobile, i go back to ps to correct the things that don't look right (too dark/bright, too green/yellow/red, too slow/fast), i make the changes, then save to drafts again and then post. I'd rather post a set i'm happy with than to post quickly knowing i could've made it look better with just a bit more time. (It'd bother me and i'd go back and re-color for my own peace of mind 😅) And i just wanna say it's totally fine when people make gifs of the same stuff!! The more the merrier, no need to think only the first to gif something somehow now has the rights to that moment. I just never get the best result if i try to hurry, so i’ve stopped trying to get my sets out asap. I’ll post when i’ll post.

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SHARPENING

All these words and i haven't even gotten to the point yet 🫣 But fine tuning the details won't work if they don't have a proper base at first. Which!!! Finally brings us to your question:

I'm not sure if the order really matters but the main steps i do in this order: once the layers have been converted to video timeline and video timeline is converted into a smart object -> smart sharpen -> crop -> resize -> coloring

I like to sharpen things first, to me it makes sense to do it before resizing because after resizing you've already lost some pixels, so feels better to sharpen when you still have all the original pixels.

All the above steps (sharpening, cropping, resizing) will affect how the gif looks, so i do the coloring as the very last thing so i can better see how the end result will look.

To me sharpening and coloring go hand in hand, and you use both of them to get the best result. Sharpening obviously does what it says but good coloring will help to make the gif look cleaner and smoother too.

Finally, examples!! The key to a sharp result in my process is 2 sharpening layers. The main layer and the second layer.

Enjoy looking at judgy max f i giffed last year and chose to use as an example here. The source video quality was 1080px and i screen recorded with OBS.

I use photoshop CC2019 so cannot guarantee that these will work the same way in other ps versions. As always, it's about fuckin around and findin out 🙏🏻

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1. Example with resizing done, but no sharpening or coloring (blurry and ungood)

2. Example with resizing and main sharpening layer (already much better)

3. Example with second sharpening layer included (more depth, dark spots are darker, almost too strong of an effect but coloring will fix that)

4. Example with all of the above + coloring (the final result)

5. The final result as a gif

And how did we get that result?

Main sharpening layer settings (yes, it’s in finnish but i think the options are in the same place in every language):

Because the sharpening is quite heavy, I double click on this thingy (red circle) in the layers panel to lower the opacity to 50-70%

The middle layer is gaussian blur, which i’ve set to 0,2.

So basically i intentionally oversharpen the gif and use the opacity function and blur to soften the effect. Dumb or smart, who knows not me, but it’s working for me so i’m rolling with it.

The top layer is the second sharpening layer. A godsend trick i’ve learned along the way: (the difference between the example photos 2 and 3 above)

(I've created an action, so i just gotta push one button and it'll run thru these sharpening settings, ie. i don't have to manually click thru these every time, saves crazy amount of time)

Wasn't sure at which point i'll mention this so i'm just putting it here: when saving the gif for web, i almost always use adaptive and diffusion.

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COLORING

I’m not gonna go thru every coloring thing in my process since this is already so long hsdkfjdkjgkd but i’ll give some info on what i usually do and some tips i've found helpful.

My style is quite natural and i prefer colder tones. I hateeeee overly green/yellow/red skintones that are caused by bad lighting so I always try to correct that. The below stuff is more or less what i did to color that example gif too. (Everything is down to preference, these are just the way i like to color)

My most commonly used coloring layers:

Curves. Utilize the eye dropper tools, pick white eye dropper and click on a white spot on the gif (not pure white tho since it won’t do anything) and it will turn that spot to 100% white and correct the other colors at the same time. Black eye dropper will turn a dark spot you picked to 100% black. It can be super effective, just try a spot, undo, try another spot, undo, until you find what looks good. If you like the result but it’s too strong, lower the layer opacity. And of course you can just simply drag the curve up and get brightness that way. There are times when the eye droppers won't work nicely but it's always worth a try.

Levels. Works similarly to curves, they are basically the more efficient brightness/contrast combo.

Color balance. No gif of mine has been made in the last 3 years without dragging the blue in the midtones to the right. I also often drag the green to magnetas side. 

B&W gradient map. I set the blending mode to soft light and lower the layer opacity. Gives the gif a bit more depth and pop to the dark/light parts.

If the dark parts in your gif are too dark, for example details around eyes look messy but you don't want to lower the contrast, then try adding light colored gradient map (light yellow-white or light blue-white etc) and set it to soft light and play with opacity. It will give light and brightness to the gif without making things blinding and not losing much contrast.

Photo filter. I’m almost always going for cold blue and 10-20 setting. (Orange filters can give a nice effect too, if you want to bring some warmness to the gif.)

Vibrance. Always adding at least a little bit, helps colors to pop and makes skintones look nicer.

Selective coloring. Just drag them sliders to left and right to see what works, that’s really the best advice i can give. If you want reds to pop, go to red and play around. If you think the white spots are a bit blinding, go to white and then slide the bottom one (black) to the right. If you want some more contrast, go to neutral and slide the bottom one (black) to the right. Same with black (black).

Also, i don't like to do too much with one layer. I tend to do different colors with different selective coloring layers, so if needed i can lower the opacity and it will only affect that one color. Also it's handy to duplicate layers if you really want a certain color to pop, one layer often isn't enough in that case so duplicate it and if it's too strong then play around with opacity.

(Left image below). If you want to correct overly yellow/green skintones, go to yellow and you can try these settings. Then lower the layer opacity to see what looks good. 

(Right image). If you struggle getting rid of very red tones, you can use hue/saturation layer, go to red and just drag the middle slider to the left. (This is also a good tip with POC, when you think their skintone is overly orange/red but you are afraid of white washing. This setting will usually correct the orange and red tone without taking the dark/black color away.)

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THE END

Wheew this is what happens when you give me an opprtunity to talk about giffing 😅 I hope it was easy to follow, feel free to ask if i was unclear about something!! And hopefully you got to learn something new. 

Also these are obviously just my way of doing things, not the Only Correct way, do whatever you like and enjoy and don’t worry too much if other people do things differently. Most important thing is to have fun creating 🫡

[squishmallow36]

Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Thirty-six

Word count: 2.4k

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Tw: let's just say there's a reason my favorite number is 36. Anything more treads a little too far into spoiler territory

On Ao3 or below the cut!

    The next morning, I wake up to a message from Fitz. 

    Do you need me for any testing? 

    Not at the moment. I actually slept last night so it might be a few hours.

    I’m proud of you.

    By a few hours I mean it might be a few hours before I convince myself to work again. 

    I know for a fact that he sighs on the other side of the connection.

    I’ll be playing Torchlight so if you don’t want me to level up too far you’ll work on it.

    I have another game higher than ours if you do.

    I don’t have to remind you of the consequences of not finishing them.

    Guilt trip. I didn’t think you’d sink so low, Wonderboy.

    I realize that it worked when I find myself buried in extra parts a few minutes later.

    I get it down to a science after the second pair, when I remember that an assembly line will be much faster. 

    A few notifications from YouTube threaten to derail my progress, but I just stuff my Imparter under my pillow. If I can’t see it, it doesn’t exist. 

    It takes longer than I’d hoped but shorter than I’d expected to get a half dozen pairs done. 

    You know when you have an amount of time that you want something to take, and an amount of time that you know it’ll take? In between those.

    I know we’ll need more soon, but I think a half dozen is a good starting point. 

    Hey, Fitz, do you wanna do some testing?

    Biana here. I’ve been told to tell you to wait one second because he’s playing on your laptop thing but he’ll get over there as soon as this thing’s done.

    I send over a thumbs-up emoji and test the Bluetooth capabilities of the original pair while I wait. 

    “Hi, Dex. Sorry about that. What are you doing?”

    “Watching YouTube. Why?”

    He looks at me, not wanting to ask, and I explain, “It’s an app with a bazillion videos on basically everything imaginable and more.”

    “Oh,” he says, clearing off a place to sit on my bed. 

    “The Bluetooth function, the one that plays music, is still manual. I couldn’t figure out how to tell the difference between turning on the Bluetooth and the noise cancelling. And Biana was no help on the invisibility, so that’s also manual for the same reason.”

    “Same procedure as yesterday?” 

    “Yep.” I can’t seem to find the lyrics from yesterday, so I just Google ‘Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics.’

    “Have fun,” I say, handing him my Imparter and popping in the original ear plugs.

    “I’ll pick up from where you left off yesterday. ‘Too late, my time has come. Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody I’ve got to go. Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, I don’t wanna die. I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.’”

   I turn them on and off again to make sure they still work, and, guitar solo playing in  my head, I take one out before Fitz starts my favorite part because of how crazy it gets.

    “We’re still good. You get to try this pair,” I say, giving him the second pair. “These haven’t been tested yet, so don’t be surprised if there are still bugs.”

    “Ready?” I ask, and he gives me a thumbs up.

    I channel my inner Siri and begin, “I see a little silhouetto of a man. Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning very, very frightening me. Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo figaro magnifico. I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me, he’s just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity.’ I don’t think you know how much it pains me to stop there.”

    “Then why'd you stop?” he asks, taking the ear plugs out. 

    “Because this part goes on too long for one single test.”

    “Then give me the next pair and keep going.”

    “Pick out whichever one you want. I built these at roughly the same time this morning. I have it memorized, so if you want to do tests four and five at the same time, that can work.”

    “You know what? Let’s try it.”

    To say that it's a struggle to stay together and on rhythm is a major understatement.

    “Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. Let him go. Bismillah! We will not let you go. Let him go. Bismillah! We will not let you go. Let him go. We will not let you go. Let me go. Never. Never let you go. Let me go. Never. Let you go. Let me go. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Oh Mama Mia, Mama Mia, Mama Mia, let me go. Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.”

    “Did yours work?” Fitz asks, taking his ear plugs out.

    “Yeah, surprisingly. Yours?” 

    “Not as noise-cancelling as the last pair, but listened to my commands much better.”

    “So now it’s my job to combine them?”

    “They were functional, just not perfect.”

    “So the answer’s yes. If I can’t get to it, just blast some music with the Bluetooth.”

    “But that’s still manual. How would I make that work, especially if the invisibility is on?”

    “Make it look natural. Scratch behind your ear. Run your hand through your hair. You do that a lot.”

    I realize what I said a second after it leaves my lips. 

    He runs his fingers through his hair, proving my point, although it was probably on purpose. 

    “I guess that could work. But you’ll get around to it sooner than later.”

    “Unless I get distracted by something else,” I reply. 

    “Speaking of getting distracted, do you want to test the other two?”

    “Why not? We have one more chunk of the song. Well, it’s more like one and a half, but the end’s rhythm will be difficult to say the least.”

    “How do you know this song, anyway?”

    “It’s a weird thing programmed into Siri. If you say, ‘I see a little silhouetto of a man,’ she’ll continue the song. Found out about it on Reddit, of course. The entirety of human knowledge is contained within Reddit and Wikipedia.”

    “Cool.”

    Fitz takes a pair, and I joke, “You’re going to leave the broken ones to me?”

    “Wait, there’s a broken pair?”

    “Not one of which I’m aware, but I don’t believe they’re all functional.”

    “So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Baby, can’t do this to me baby. Just gotta get out. Just gotta get right outta here. Nothing really matters, anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters to me. Any way the wind blows.”

    Trying to stay together is even more difficult this time, because the amount that it was offset last time added to its craziness. But, hey, my ear plugs worked. 

    I call that a win.

    “How’d your ear plugs work for you?”

    “I think my brain’s telepathic vibes just aren’t good with technology, because they wanted to be difficult. But I got them to turn on and off with a little persuasion.”

    “That’s the exact feedback I needed. I’ll try to adjust the frequency detector’s sensitivity, and you can go back to playing Torchlight if you want.”

    “Nah. If I leave, you’ll hail Biana again and talk about why you’re hailing for zero-point-zero-zero-one-seven seconds before getting off track.”

    Thank the stars I have a very strong curse word filter from brain to speech.

    “H-how much did you-did you hear yesterday?” 

    “The majority of it. I didn’t quite hear the beginning…”

    Instinctively, I wrap myself into a blanket burrito, but I can barely feel it. 

     “I didn’t mean to listen. Biana leaves her door open, and I don’t tell my ears to hear, they just do. Can we just pretend that never happened?”

    Fitz reaches for my shaking hand, and I flinch like I’ve been electrocuted at his touch, which sends lightning through my nervous system.

    Holding back panicked tears, I whisper, “You won’t think of me the same way and I…I won’t be able to forget that you know. You know everything.”

    “Yeah, you like guys. I’m still here. I haven’t run away. I know you can’t control who your heart fixates on—that little preposition can go—. I know you can’t control on whom your heart decides to fixate.”

    “I’m a guy and my heart’s decided that it wants another guy. That doesn’t bother you? What about Alvar?”

    “The whole Alvar thing was because he couldn’t go three sentences before bringing it up again and I couldn’t believe that anyone would date that dirtbag willingly.”

    “It didn’t sound that way. It—it really didn’t.”

    “Sorry about that. If I’d known—.”

    “Exactly. That's why we can’t just move on like nothing’s changed. Because it has.”

    I wipe my nose on one of my blankets. 

    “It’s been really nice, you know, actually being friends with you these past few weeks. I’m sorry about ruining that.”

    “You didn’t ruin it. I did. I’m the one that has a massive crush on you.” 

    He stops for a second, and so does my heart.

    “Wait, what?”

    I retreat farther into my burrito. 

    Did he not hear me say that yesterday? Did I not mention at all that I like him?

    Stars, why do I do this to myself?

    A slight tug trying to dismantle my burrito only makes me tangle myself deeper into the blankets.

    “Dex, please,” Fitz begs. 

    “I’m going to stay here for the next century. At least. See you then.”

    “Will you at least talk to me?”

    “What is there to talk about?”

    “I don’t know, strategies for Magic, random things you learned on the Internet, the fact that you just ended a sentence in a preposition and didn’t care?”

    “What’s the point? It won’t be the same.”

    “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.” 

    There’s something about his tone of voice that makes me reluctant to fight him when he tries to unwrap my blanket burrito for a second time. 

    He’s smiling softly, and my heart skips another beat. 

    Fitz pushes a lock of hair behind my ear, and there’s so much electricity going into my nervous system, I may just pass out now. 

    But that’s nothing compared to when his hand cups the side of my face and breathing becomes impossible.

    He leans closer, closer, closer until he’s just a hair away. 

    “Maybe change isn’t such a bad thing,” Fitz whispers.

    He hesitates, lingering, waiting for me to close the gap.   

    If any of my higher functions were still working, maybe something in my brain would have told me to stop. 

    Instead, I lean forward those last inches and my eyelids flutter closed. 

    His lips are so soft and so inherently right.

    It feels as if time has stopped and all of eternity lies at our feet.

    His hand slips ever so slightly towards the back of my neck, pulling me even closer. 

    A single moment, stretching infinitely.

    I take the time to smile against his lips.  

    Then, too soon, much too soon, it’s over.

    Everything in me is begging for another kiss, another millisecond with his lips pressed against mine. 

    But, somehow, my eyelids open back up to find Fitz redder than I’d ever imagined he could be, and it calls attention to my own inferno of a face. 

    He’s smiling in full movie-star mode. 

    As I start leaning in for another kiss, his expression drops. 

    Turning into something mortified, scared, and a thousand other conflicting emotions all at once. 

    I know it well, to say the least. 

    It’s the look of ‘Oh stars, what did I just do?’

    “I…I can’t. I can’t,” Fitz whispers. 

    He pulls out his home crystal, and we’re both fighting to keep our emotions together long enough to collapse alone.

    I crawl back into my blanket burrito, and the tears start flowing. 

    What does any of that mean?

    What does anything mean?

    Does he like me back?

    If not, why did he kiss me?

    Is that what he was doing?

    What else could he have been doing?

    Did I read everything wrong?

    What did I do wrong?

    Why did it feel so right?

    So many questions, absolutely zero answers. 

    I mentally play the last few minutes over and over dozens of times, trying to figure out what went wrong. What on Earth I did wrong. 

    Even now, I want to hail him, beg him to explain something, anything.

    But that will push him further away. So much further away. 

    As if he wasn’t already too far away. 

    But why is he pushing himself away?

    Am I doomed to forever like people that are so far out of my league it’s hilarious?

    It’ll never be the same between us, that’s for sure. 

    But I find it excruciatingly difficult to believe him when he said that change doesn’t have to be a bad thing. 

    Some changes, maybe. But not this. Especially not this. Not again.

    Not anything recently.

    Not even in the slightest.

    Everything is falling apart. I don’t want to admit it, but that’s what’s happening. And my lies to make any friendship I had with Fitz fall apart is just the next casualty of this crumbling world. 

    Maybe if I hadn’t had to hide a thousand little things at once, it could have been different. 

    But that’s not the way this timeline works. This timeline is perfectly designed to make everything fall apart at the exact moment I hope to think it’ll all stay together. 

    I want to talk to Sophie. I want to talk to my best friend so badly I almost don’t care what that would mean. Coming out to someone else. 

    Enough people know already. Nobody else needs to know. Ever. 

   And I’m sure she’d love to know that her best friend just kissed her ex. That’s how friendships implode, I’m sure. I don’t need another friendship to implode today. 

    Which is why she doesn’t need to know. 

    I can figure this out. 

    I can figure out how to move on from that heart-stoppingly gorgeous boy on my own. 

    Somehow.     

[yeonjuns-croptop]

So much content I wanna gif...........pain

[fandom-puff]

Long Distance

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Requested by: anon ‘this might be too much of a stretch but maybe some smut with hotch (since i saw you wanted some requests) where he’s away but the reader misses him a lot and so they facetime and boom… 💥 phone sex!’

Warnings: phone sex/FaceTime sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, sexual frustration, references to murder, rape, dismemberment and heroin OD (part of the case the team is on), and idk how tf American time zones work so just go with it ig

Gif creds to owner

More often than not, you and Hotch were together during a case, and at the very least shared a hotel room so you could return to each other at the end of the night. But sometimes, duty called and you had to go out on the field while Hotch was all the way back at the office.

It sucked.

In the conference room at the police station in Texas, the team were poring over the table and board, attaching sticky notes to this and that. The laptop was open with Garcia on video chat, the clacking of her rapid typing drowned out by her rapid explanations of various suspects.

“Go back to the last guy, Garcia,” Morgan instructed, scanning over the board for the millionth time. As Garcia started going through the details of the last name. You put your head in your hands, wracking your brain for a common denominator, for something to link the victims together, but the five pictures of different women were so very different, with different trophies taken from each one, different mutilations.

“Oh, boy. In and out of foster care… they tried to get him back with his birth mom, but I think… yeah. Dead. Heroin overdose,” Garcia said.

“Is there a picture of his mother?” Reid asked. “ID, a Facebook profile?”

“Sending it now, sweetie,”

Your phone pinged and you opened up the picture. “Oh my god…” you whispered, eyes widening. You were one of the newest on the team and lacked the experience of the more horrific cases. As everyone looked up at you, asking what’s wrong. “I think… he-he’s trying to… rebuild his mom,”

The team was silent for a moment. “What do you mean, YN?” Garcia asked. “Hey, turn me round, I wanna see what she can come up with,” Morgan turned the laptop around to face you looking between the board and your phone.

“Ashley Ford, 23… missing feet, size 5,” you murmured. “Gabriella Browne, 27, ears cut off… right ear has an industrial, and both lobes have two piercings… christ, he’s accurate,”

You and Reid ran through the other three victims, but just as you finished, one of the local officers came into the room. “Sorry- we’ve just had a call…Tracy Morrison has been reported missing,”

Within seconds, your phone pinged with another photo. You swiped rapidly between the two. “Oh my… they both have brunette bobs and… heterochromia… brown and green…”

“This is our guy,” Morgan said, and the team ran out of the room.

***

At three AM, you tumbled into your hotel room, locking the door carefully. The killer had been apprehended and Tracy Morrison had been reunited with her family in hospital, and you were all thrumming with adrenaline, but had all agree on wheels up in the morning.

You changed into your pyjamas and climbed into bed, about to text Aaron a goodnight text when the FaceTime screen came on, and you pressed ‘answer’ at light speed. “Hi,” you murmured.

“Hey, baby,” he said gently. “Long day? Reid told me all about how you figured it all out,”

You smiled bashfully and nibbled your lip. “Reid and Garcia helped… and Morgan was the one who caught him,”

“And you figured it out, and saved a potential victim, you clever girl… my clever, clever girl,” you pressed your lips together to suppress your small smile, squirming on the spot. The profiler caught onto this immediately and smirked. “You like that, don’t you, Angel, being called me clever little girl,”

You whimpered softly. “Aaron…” you whispered. “I miss you,”

“I know, baby. I miss you too, but I’ll see you in just a few hours, okay?”

“I need you,” you insisted and Aaron raised his eyebrows.

“Do you, Princess?” He asked, smiling when you nodded quickly. “I bet you’re all strung up tight… you’ve been on that case nearly a week, and I bet your pretty little pussy is just aching to be filled,”

“Yeah,” you whined, rubbing your thighs together.

“And I bet you’re rubbing your thighs together right now, trying to get some friction on your clit… have you touched yourself?” You shook your head. “What a good girl,” he was quiet for a moment. “Can you prop your phone against something for me, baby?”

You moved quickly, dropping your phone down the side of the bed, cursing as it clattered. You scampered to pick it up and prop it up against a lamp as Aaron laughed. “All sorted?” He asked, but just as you were about to answer there was a knock on your door.

“You okay, YN? Heard a bang,” Morgan called out.

“I- yeah, I’m fine!” You called back, voice a little high pitched. “Dropped my phone,”

“Don’t stay up too long now, it’s been a long day,” he said, and you could practically hear his smirk.

“Need to be quiet for me, baby,” Aaron said. “Who’s next door to you?”

“Reid is on one side, JJ’s on the other… Morgan’s opposite me,”

“Then you definitely need to be quiet, can you do that?” You nodded. “Good girl. Get comfy,”

You were more than happy to comply, and when you took your tank top off to bare your chest to him he smiled fondly. “God, I wish I was there, Princess… I’d suck those pretty tits,” you whimpered softly, biting your lip. “But I’d much rather be licking your pussy,” you nodded. “But… I can see my special girl isn’t gonna be able to wait til then… no, don’t need to say ‘sorry’ baby… I’m so proud of you for your hard work. You deserve some release… can you touch your pretty pussy for me, baby?”

With your eyes firmly on his through the screen, you dipped your fingers below the waistband of your panties, reaching desperately for your swollen nub. As you rubbed yourself, your eyes fluttered shut at the bolts of pleasure coursing through your body, your tense muscles relaxing, before contracting in an entirely new type of tension. “Hey, baby, eyes on me, yeah?” Hotch murmured and your eyes snapped open, before you let out a guttural moan, quickly clapping your hand over your mouth. Aaron had also propped his phone up, and you could see his hand rasping up and down the length of his cock, his jaw clenched. “You’re doing so well for me sweetheart,”

“Close,” you warned, your breath coming in short pants of exertion.

“Good girl, come for me, baby,” Aaron instructed, and he grunted, spurting his release over his lower stomach and hand. “Fuck, I wish I was coming in you,”

“Me too,” you whimpered, watching his release and hearing his rough voice sending you over the edge, pulsing under your fingers and you moaned his name, arching your back.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Aaron murmured, watching you come down from your high. Over the phone, he instructed you through drinking some water and putting your top back on, before snuggling into the twisted sheets. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Angel,” he said softly, watching as your eyelids drooped from a busy day and an intense orgasm.

“‘S already tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, knuckling your eye in a way that Hotch could only describe as adorable. “Love you, Aaron,”

“I love you too, my clever girl. Now go to sleep, okay?”

But you were already gone, completely relaxed.

***

“Not a word until I’ve finished this thermos, Morgan,” you mumbled, holding up your hand as Derek made to start a conversation with you.

“Damn, did you get any sleep at all last night?” He asked, smirking.

“Doubt it. Hotch kept her on the phone for some time,” Spencer said, not looking up from his files, although he had the face of a man who had seen a ghost.

“But we filled him in about the case as soon as the unsub was arrested,” Morgan said, sitting opposite the genius.

“They weren’t talking about the case,” reid said, and your eyes widened as you tuned into the conversation. Derek looked bewildered. “Come on, the quicker your seatbelts go on for take off-”

“The quicker Hotch gets his ‘clever girl’ back,” JJ said, smirking.

You pouted slightly, and when Morgan turned to tease you, you held up your travel cup. “Not a word. This bad boy is still half full, and it’s gonna stay that way for the foreseeable future,”

[himbo-loving-himbo]

Denki x alt! male reader

[REQUESTED]

Denki wasn’t the most secretive about his crush on 1A’s resident alt kid. 

Fortunately for him, however, Y/N was extremely oblivious. I mean, seriously, with the amount of flirting Denki was doing even Azaiwa knew about it, and he could care less about his students’ love lives.

Y/N walked into class, decked out in his usual attire. Nobody in class was sure that they’d ever even seen him without layers of eyeliner, piercings, and jewelry all over him. Over by Kirishima’s desk, Denki practically swooned.

“Dude, you’re literally drooling on my desk,” Kirishima had a concerned yet slightly aggravated look on his face.

“Yeah, Denki, it’s starting to get annoying. Just watching you pine all day,” Mina chimed in, “He’s basically all you ever talk about.”

The blonde boy opened his mouth to retort when he noticed Y/N had turned back to look at him. The h/c boy smiled brightly at him and all Kaminari could do was just wave back with a dopey grin on his face. 

In all honesty, when he first saw Y/N, Denki wouldn’t have thought it possible for him to smile like that. The way he dressed was a little intimidating at first, but once you got to know him, Y/N was actually a very warm person. 

Mina sighed before turning to Kiri, having an idea. She whispered something in the redhead’s ear before turning back to Denki.

“Listen, bud, Kiri and I would bet you ten bucks each that you can’t confess tonight.” Ten bucks was a small price to pay to get their friend to stop whining to them about how soft Y/N’s hair looked all the time. 

Denki looked hesitant at first before replying.

“Make it twenty and I’m in.”

+++

Denki had been putting it off all day. At first, he was planning on telling him at lunch, but he chickened out when he noticed Y/N was wearing headphones. He didn’t want to disturb him after all. 

Then he decided that right after classes ended would be smart. But when he noticed his crush was talking to his friend Shinso from class 1-C. There was no way he was going to embarrass himself like that in front of another human being. Especially not one of Y/N’s best friends.

Later that night, he sat in his dorm playing Mario Kart with Mina and Kirishima. Denki was about to win when Mina hit him with a red shell, rushing past him.

“BOOYAH, BABY!” she yelled, nearly knocking over her drink in her excitement. Denki grumbled and Kirishima just sat on the back of the couch eating popcorn peacefully.

“You don’t have to be such a sore winner…”

“Says the loser!”

“Guys, we’re forgetting the important thing here…” interrupted Kiri, turning to Denki, “have you asked out Y/N yet?”

The electric boy froze in place.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” Mina said, “remember, if you don’t do it you’ll owe us a total of fort dollars!” 

Kaminari groaned.

“Why did I agree to this, again?”

+++

It took Kaminari about 20 minutes to knock once he reached Y/N’s dorm.

“Who is it?” came a groggy voice.

Denki’s mouth dried up, and he contemplated running away but it was too late, the door was already opening up.

“Oh, hey Denki!”

There he stood, in a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old, baggy sweatshirt. Y/N wasn’t wearing any eyeliner and all of his piercing had been taken out minus his septum, which he had only gotten done recently. Denki had to blink a few times at the sight. He was pretty sure no one had ever seen the other boy like this before, except maybe for the exception of family.

“I, uh, I hope I didn’t wake you up,” the blonde stuttered out.

“Oh, no worries! I was just watching a show when you knocked.”

Sure enough, his laptop was on the bed with an episode of (favorite show) pulled up on pause. Seeing Denki’s worried face he reassured him.

“I’ve already seen this one so you didn’t interrupt anything!”

He gestured for Kaminari to come in. 

Y/N’s room was atmospheric. Band posters were pasted crookedly to the walls, strings of lights dimly lighting the room. Denki noticed some band tickets and pictures of your friends from middle school hanging on the walls. A few potted plants were scattered here and there, all well taken care of, it looked like. Denki took a seat on a bean bag chair next to Y/N, who was sat on the carpet next to him.

“What was it that you wanted to talk about?”

Denki choked up.

“Well, uh, uhm…” he tried to find the right words to say. “You see, I kind of, uh… oh fuck.”

Y/N stared back at him, confused but not aggravated by his stumbling in any way.

Denki looked back up at the boy’s e/c eyes. Seeing them so clearly, without any eyeliner or makeup hiding his face. He could see every line, every crevice, every dot on his face. It was perfect. He managed to summon up the last of his courage and blurt it out.

“I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU! LIKE, NOT IN A FRIEND WAY, IN A ‘I WANNA MAKE OUT WITH YOU REAL BAD’ WAY!” His face was burning red at this point. Y/N just stared back blankly for a second.

“Wait… really?” Denki looked astonished.

“Wha… are you kidding me? I thought I was totally obvious about it! I mean, literally everyone in class noticed but you didn’t??? I flirted with you so much I was starting to run out of pick up lines!”

“Yo, those were supposed to be pick up lines? Like, no offense dude but they sucked,” Y/N chuckled.

“Hey, they did no-” Denki cut himself off, “Listen, do you like me too or not?”

Y/N looked puzzled for a second.

“OH, wait I thought it was obvious? I mean, I like you too. Practically the entire classroom could tell.”

“Wait… WHAT?” Denki was definitely going to yell at Kirishima and Mina about this later. At least he got forty bucks out of ‘em.

+++

Denki had ended up falling asleep in Y/N’s dorm that night while playing some video games together. When Kiri and Mina noticed the two boys walking into class the next morning hand-in-hand, with Denki wearing some of Y/N’s eyeliner (They knew Y/N had done it too, because it was way too good for Denki to have done it), they were relieved and, of course, happy for their friend but maybe not so happy about the idea of losing twenty dollars each. At least they wouldn’t have to listen to their friend’s incessant pining anymore.

“Guys! My boyfriend is so cool…” 

Kiri and Mina just slumped back down in their chairs, tuning out Denki gushing about his crush boyfriend.

[wh6res]

WHEN YOU FIND OUT HE HAS AN ONLYFANS BC HE ACCIDENTALLY CASTED HIS LAPTOP SCREEN TO THE SMART TV

feat. the ‘00 line : tw suggestive

✰ — RENJUN is mortified. wtf his screen turned black right as he was cropping off his face from the video of himself masturbating in the car, where he does most of his onlyfans content bc duh he can’t do it in the apartment. you were always straight home after classes. a homebody. he cant just splay himself on the bed and moan and whine loudly to his heart’s content or else you’ll hear him and god no he’d rather die than you finding out he has an onlyfans. but just as he was furiously pressing the space button of his laptop to get it work somehow, your head pokes inside the door. “uhm, renjun i think you accidentally casted your screen on the tv” “ha ha what? no i did not” and right on cue, he hears the very distinct “ugh baby bet you want this cock in your mouth don’t you? i do too” coming from the living room and his cheeks were tinged red when he fell to his knees. “yn please let me explain!”

✰ — JENO is proud. you and him are quite close, he wouldn’t call it being bestfriends but still, he’s comfortable in your presence and so are you with him. its not that he’s keeping his onlyfans a secret, it’s just you never really asked anyway so he didn’t tell you anything. you and him were chilling in the living room like always. just you getting some readings done on the coffee table while he edits his pictures on the sofa. he had his earphones on and everything and was just doing quick last touchups for this latest nude pic he’s going to post tonight. just when his laptop screen turned black, the smart tv opened on its own, you and jeno’s eyes widened questioningly until there it was. his nude pic; standing before the gym’s locker room mirror, holding his hard dick on one hand, phone on the other, with his tongue teasingly peaking out. “okay but can i see the real thing right now?” jeno doesn’t let the shock paint his features. simply, he smirks.“fine but no drooling”

✰ — HAECHAN is shameless. he’d be kinda confused as to why his laptop’s screen suddenly turned black on him while he’s editing the audio for a new video he’ll be uploading in the weekend. he’d be plugging up his laptop charger bc he thought the device was drained, until he heard slick sounds and his moans coming from the living room. where you were. holy shit. when he bolts out his room, he finds you choking on your chips, sat upright on the couch as you can’t even take your eyes off the screen. he was going to apologize but when he saw the pink tinge on your cheeks and the way your legs clenched as you watched the video of him jerking himself off, he didn’t feel sorry. “are you that fascinated that you can’t take your eyes off my cock, baby? there’s more where that came from” and when you shyly waddled inside his room well... “hey wanna make a sex video with me? we can split the money”

✰ — JAEMIN is clueless. so like jeno, jaem over here isn’t going crazy trying to keep his onlyfans a secret. he wanted to tell you initially about it but the topic was never breached in everyday conversation until eventually he forgot to tell you about it completely. he had been streaming live that night until his toe might’ve accidentally pressed the button that said screencast just as he was about to cum all over his hands. meanwhile you in the living room, raised an eyebrow when the movie cuts and you see him on screen, right when he says “i wish you were here with me. your pussy would feel amazing choking my cock” when his stream was over, he hears a knock on his bedroom door and he immediately put his pjs back on before opening it. “hey jaem thanks for free content, thats some good stuff you have there. maybe i can join in sometime, okay thats all i have to say! bye~” “uh wait hold tf up what do you mean”

✰ — YANGYANG is relieved. okay so yeah he’s keeping it a secret but only because from what he remembers, you were always more on the conservative side. bb is scared you might kick him out if you find out he’s a content creator at onlyfans. okay definitely, his secret keeping needs a little bit of work because he literally left the tab open, right on his profile. you and him were working on a project together and you had insisted he casts his laptop screen on the tv for the presentation file and boiiiii he accidentally casted the wrong tab omfg im dying. his fingers trembled trying to find the uncast button as the most recent video he posted autoplayed “hey babe, you back? daddy’s been waiting for such a long time i missed your sweet pussy” but he pauses when he hears you laughing. “omg yangyang! i cant believe you have a daddy kink wtf!” well at the end of the day, he’s just relieved he doesn’t have to hide it from you anymore and he can still live here.

✰ — SHOTARO is cheeky. okay if yalls think he’s going to be all innocent and embarrassed and soft uwu about the whole thing lmao hell no. i dont think he is. i bet he’s hiding all that sexayyy charisma under that cute face and it’s also probably why he’d have a hoard of people on his onlyfans. addicted to the contrast of that cute, soft voice of his going deep and domineering when the led lights in his room turn red. okay so you were running around the room almost late to your appointment when he “accidentally” hits screencast on his laptop. and suddenly the smart tv opened and he tried gulping down his laughter when you literally stopped in your tracks and watched the video of him unfold. “i bet baby’s laying down right now with her fingers shoved inside her cunny, getting off at the sight of my cock, hm slut?” your eyes widened like saucers and shit your pussy just clenched. “taro wtf is that-that you?” “i don’t know, why don’t you come here and find out, baby?”

headcanon reqs are open bitches !! had so much fun making this lmao idk alot abt onlyfans so im sorry if some of the details are wrong :'>

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

It’s Your Fucking Birthday!

One-Shot. 

Daddy misses you. He wants that pretty pussy after you teased him on Zoom and FaceTime 😛💦 you coming to give him some of that pussy? 😏

You blew into the gold party horn in the webcam of your zoom call with your boyfriend, Erik, who is away for business in NYC. Erik covered his ears with a big, dimpled smile on his face. It was 12 AM where he was and 9 PM where you were. To get as close to your boyfriend as possible, you changed the background of your zoom call into a picture collage that you created. It’s all of your favorite pictures of Erik with a cute chocolate chip cookie frame. On your head is a gold party hat and you are wearing one of his favorite black hoodies. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I love youuuuuuuu.” 

You make a heart shape with your hand before blowing him a few kisses.

“Thank you, beautiful, I love you too. This really means a lot right now. You called me at a good time too because I just got finished looking over this info for work. You are so fucking adorable look at that smile. And the background?! Damn, baby!!”

“Yessss I had to do it up for my baby!!” 

“This is the best happy birthday I received so far. It really sucks that I’m all the way here in NYC when I could be there with you.”

Erik’s kimono beads started vibrating and the patterns along the beads ignited an electric blue color. 

“It’s my auntie calling, baby girl. Let me take this.” 

“Take your time, I have to go do something real quick. I'll be back.” 

“Don’t be gone too long now!” Erik yelled into the zoom call before a holographic image of his Aunt Ramonda popped up. 

“Happy Birthday my handsome nephew!” 

“Thanks, auntie. I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, Daka. How is it in New York.” 

“Cold. T’Challa should be here later on today.”

“Are you going to rest and put off work for later? I hope so. This is your special day today.”

“Birthdays are just like any other day except I’m older.”

“Still, I want you to enjoy yourself. I’ll let you go, love you.” 

“Love you too, auntie.” 

When you came back Erik could hear you moving in the background but he couldn’t see you. You turned your camera off. 

“Babe? Why is your camera off?” He asked. 

“One second!!” 

“What are you up to now woman?!!” 

Erik stands from the couch in his hotel suite. He picks up his Macbook and the care package you sent him, taking it all with him into his room. Sitting everything on the bed, Erik takes off his hoodie, bare chest exposed now. His body is really filling out with all the training he’s been doing. It felt good for him to get back in the gym. 

“Baby...come on now, I’m tryna see that beautiful face.”  Erik said while staring at a black screen. 

“I told you I have another surprise for you.” 

Erik smirks before taking a seat on his bed. He has to angle his laptop up so she can see him better. He ruffles his locs as he waits patiently for you to appear again. 

“Baby—oh, damn.” 

You went all out for Erik. You’re wearing a piece from the new Savage Fenty collection. It’s a yellow amber, long-sleeve lace slip featuring a sexy keyhole cut out in the front. It came with a matching thong. It’s very revealing so Erik can see your breasts. You pose for him and twirl around with your ass poked out. He had this mesmerized look in his eyes with a smirk that showed a single deep dimple. 

“Mmm, spin around again...oh my God, baby.” 

“You love it? I know how much you love yellow on my skin.”

“I love it and I want to undress you with my hands not my eyes,” He looked you up and down with those beautiful brown eyes of his, “bend that ass over really quick—fuck.” 

You giggle at his words of appreciation for your body. He always hyped you up but each time felt like the first. You are his baby after all. 

“Somebody getting thick on me hold the fuck  up,” Erik laughs, “I don’t remember that ass sitting up and poking out like that! How did you get that ass like that, baby? Tell me.” 

“You already know why, Erik, stop,” you blush. 

“Nah, I want you to tell me why. It’s my birthday after all.”

“Quarantine fifteen!!” You said. 

“Nope. It’s the different positions, especially the back shots. Hitting that ass hard from the back got your cheeks looking like a big ass chocolate cake.”

“You really think that sex made me get thick? I have been getting back in the gym too.” 

“I mean...all of that plays a factor,” Erik licked his lips, “But all we’ve been doing for the past year is fucking. Nothing but sex. So I don’t know why I’m just noticing this now. That ass is fat mama.” 

“Mmm...I wish you could feel how soft it is too.” You said with a sultry voice. 

“Shit, me too. Bend over again….mmm...so sexy. Starting my day off with a bang.” 

“Open your package baby!”

You take a seat and watch Erik open his package that you sent him. When he finally got the box open, he smiled at you with a shake of his head. 

“The apple juice, baby? Really? my favorite.”

Erik shows you the two Martinelli’s Apple juices. 

“What else...ha, no you didn’t, let’s hope Boomer doesn't get to these.” 

It's a pair of men’s Ugg slippers. Boomer, Erik’s dog, chewed up his last pair. 

“Chocolate chip cookies!!! From Gooey On The Inside!!!” He instantly opened the pack up, “Baby. I was craving these cookies too. You’re a mind reader.” 

“I contacted her personally and I had them added to your package. You have one last thing in there, babe.” 

Erik pulls out a bottle of Hennessy. 

“I figured we can turn up together on zoom and you know...do other things.” 

“Other things? What’s that, baby?” 

You stand up and take off your panties. 

“Since I can’t be there to give you birthday sex in person...I figured we could do it together on zoom.”

The WIFI started acting up and your video froze. 

“Shit—babe?” 

“Yeah—can you see me clear now.” 

You came back into focus. 

“Yeah, I can see you,” Erik smiles. 

You started having a giggle fit and Erik looked at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Wait...did you start drinking without me? How turnt up are you right now?”

“I just had a few sips that’s all!”

“Nah, that’s a fucking yes. You’re turnt I don’t wanna hear that.” 

“Stop,” you whimper.

“Fuck, I miss you so much.” Erik said. 

“Me too.” 

You both stared at each other before you broke eye contact. 

“I would have you in my lap right now like I always do...my hand between your legs...fingers in your pussy.” 

“Mm,” you bite your lip, “I wish you could do that right now.” 

Erik pulled on the crotch of his grey sweatpants. He could feel himself growing thick and the sound of your voice coming out of the speakers had him imagining you there whispering and moaning in his ear. 

“What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right now.” He said. 

“Have you been stroking your dick since you’ve been away from me?” 

“Honestly...yes. I mean...you’re not here to take care of me so I gotta do it myself...have you been fingering your pussy since daddy isn’t there to do it?”

“Uh-huh...I wanna fuck you so good right now.”

“Woah,” Erik chuckles, “I know you would, baby. I’d fuck you good too.” 

“Baby...I wanna make you cum right now,” You moan.

“You gotta show me that pussy first.” 

You slowly lay back against the bed, spreading your thighs. Erik stares between your legs at your pussy barely covered in that yellow amber thong, your pussy lips begging to be free. Daddy’s favorite honey pot. It’s been days since he had that pussy in his mouth and resting on his tongue. 

“What I wouldn’t give to rip that thong with my teeth and put my face in your pussy.” 

“It’s crazy wet for you.” 

“Let me see,” He whispered. 

You tease him and show him just a little. 

“Nah, I wanna see that whole pussy. You’re not being very fair for my birthday, mama.”

Closing your thighs. You take your time and perform a little strip tease for him. You bring your legs up, your panties following the same trail before you kick them off. Your hand covers your pussy before you use your fingers to spread your lips for him to see.

“Oh, my God—

“I told you I was wet.”

“Stick a finger inside I wanna hear it.” 

Erik turns up his volume. You stick your middle finger inside and start wiggling it back and forth. Erik grabs his erection through his sweatpants and squeezes it. He was pulsating. 

“Fuck. It’s so creamy, baby. I wish I had that sweet pussy instead of these cookies.”

“Daddy...why aren’t you touching yourself?” 

“Ha, I’m sorry, baby…I got you...”

Erik lifts his hips from the bed and pushes his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any briefs. If he could be naked all day he would. He exhaled and threw his head back as soon as his hand wrapped around his thickness. 

“I haven’t sucked that dick in so long...I forgot how it feels to stretch my mouth around that fat dick.” 

“Would you be able to handle the way I fuck your mouth?” Erik asked. 

“I’m so hungry for your dick I’ll let you use my throat however you like.” 

Erok looked at his dick, “My shit is hard as fuck.” 

“I wish I could sit on it, mmm, it’s just missing my pussy for me to sit on.” 

“Why are you so far away?” 

Erik couldn’t take it. Both of you breathed heavily in the camera, caressing your own bodies, watching each other. 

“I want you to rub your clit.”

Your fingers started circling over your clit. With your other hand you pull your breasts out of your lace teddy for him to see. 

“You gotta get closer to the camera so I can see your pussy better...that’s it...no spread your legs down more...goddamn, ma. If I could lick this screen and taste that pussy I would.”

His dick was massive in the camera. He had to push it back to get the entire shaft in view. His dick was standing straight up and you wished you were there to really give him the best birthday treat ever. Your mouth and pussy. 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything, daddy, I’ll ride that dick for your birthday.” 

“Nah...you know I can’t let you have all the fun. They have the best view with big windows. I was beating my dick last night to the thought of you pressed against the window…me fucking you from behind...pulling your hair.” 

“I want you to do that to me so bad,” You moaned, “Let me get my vibrator, I’ll be right back.” 

Still stroking his dick, Erik watches as you walk out of frame. He smacked his dick against his open palm before dragging his thumb over his wet tip. You finally came back with a vibrator Erik hadn’t seen before. It’s a clitoral pump vibrator with a fake tongue attachment and a g spot vibrator on the other end. It’s purple and pink with a suction attachment. Erik and yourself have used clitoral suckers plenty of times so you detach it from the vibrator so you can see how the oral sex stimulating tongue works. 

“When did you get that?” He asked 

“It came a few days ago...I waited until now to open it so I can use it while you watch.” 

“Hmm, all for me?”

“Always,” you get back into position and turn on the vibrator. The tongue starts wiggling up and down slowly but when you went through more levels it started flicking so fast it created a blur. 

“Dayummm, I can’t wait to see you put that thing on your clit. I already know you’re about to cum fast.” 

You dragged the vibrator up your leg and then you gently pressed the vibrating tongue against your pussy. Instantly your toes curl and you start to tremble. 

“FUCK!” You shout, hips twisting from side to side. 

“You’re making my dick drool baby omg...mmm...mmm...mmm...looks so tasty...pretty pussycat baby...keep that vibrator on your clit don’t you fucking stop...how do you want it baby? You want me to fuck you with that vibrator on your clit?”

“Yes, daddy!” 

Your hips lift from the bed. It was too much. As soon as you fell back against the bed your pussy started leaking. Thank god you put a towel down because your squirt came out like a fountain. 

“I told you that pussy was gonna cum fast,” Erik groped his balls, “I’ll lick all that mess up off your thighs and then eat that beautiful pussy.” 

“I can’t take it anymore—

“Nah, I want you to fuck that pussy with the other end.” 

“Daddy—

“Nope. Do what the fuck I tell you. I may not be there in person but that doesn’t mean you do what you want. Fuck your pussy now.” 

“Unh,” you turn around with your ass in the camera and push the vibrator inside of you. 

“Oooo—

“Fuck that toy. Say my name and fuck that toy.” 

You go to town on your pussy, thrusting it inside of you. 

“That shit feels good, don’t it?” 

“Yesssssss, it’s so so so GOOD!”

“That fine ass getting pounded when I see you.” 

“Please, daddy, I wish you were here to fuck me.” 

“Ughhh,” Erik went back to pumping his dick, “I’m a stroke you real good and hit that spot over and over again.”

“Unh—

“Work that fucking pussy baby, damn you’re making a mess all over that toy...cream is just dripping all over it...fuckkkkkk…I want your pussy so bad.”

“Baby—“

“You warming that pussy up for me? Are you practicing for when I get home? You know what I would do? I would get in that ass while you fuck your pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum—oh my god, daddy—I’m gonna—

Your entire body trembled and that ass started bouncing and moving like a tidal wave. 

“That big ass girl—SHIT!”

Erik’s cum landed on his laptop screen. His balls must have been fully loaded because the more he jerked himself, the more cum spurted out. He let go of his dick and small droplets of cum stained his sheets. He didn’t know if he had another nut in him. 

“Babe, I’ll be right back. I gotta clean off this screen.” 

Erik stood up with his dick swinging between his legs. He walked over to his hotel dresser and grabbed some tissue. When he came back you were on your back with your legs stretched open. 

“That’s so purrrrrdy,” He said before laughing. 

“Thank you. Wanna go for round two?” 

“One second, babe. I am drained.” 

“Oh? That 34 year old body can’t hang anymore, huh?”

“Jokes.” 

“It’s okay...we have all day.” 

“Yes, we do.” 

Erik throws away the dirty tissue. 

“I miss you.” 

Erik gives you an air kiss, “I miss you too, baby.”

“Grab some water and we can—

The video ended. 

“Seriously?” Erik tried calling back on zoom but it kept on ringing, “What the fuck not right now.” 

Erik could hear his phone ringing. He funded it on the bed and it’s you face timing him. As soon as he answered it your pussy was in his face. 

“Damn girl,” Erik flicked his tongue at his phone, “that peach fuzz is sexy too keep it just like that when I get there...all that beautiful pussy gotdayummmmm.” 

“Let’s finish what we started?” Your face came into view and you winked at him. 

“Shit, my dick is still hard, I'm ready.” 

You slide three fingers inside your pussy with your phone angled as if Erik is laying down looking up at you.

“You did that on purpose...that’s how you want me? On my back and you sit on my face? Let that cum drip in my mouth?” 

“Mhm, I wanna cum all in your mouth, daddy.” 

Erik stood up from his bed while his phone rested on the bed. All you could see was his balls hanging in your face and his long, fat dick swinging. 

“I’m not pulling out that pussy when I see you.” 

You were driving him crazy and he was getting pissed off that you weren’t by his side right now taking his dick. Instead, he has to settle for a video call. It’s nothing like having pussy up close and in your face. Nothing like tasting, touching, and fucking the real thing. He wanted to pack his shit and catch a late flight out of NYC just so he can bury himself inside of you. He would drop his bags off at the door, grab your hips, bend you over, get down on his knees, and suck on your pussy from the back. Then, he would bend you over the couch and long stroke your pussy from behind with a handful of titties. 

“Fuck,” Erik’s hand went faster on his dick, his balls feeling the impact of his hand as he stroked downward, “Ima bust all in your pussy when I see you...wash my face with that pretty pussy baby...that’s all I want for my birthday...fucking you...all night long...FUCKKKK.” 

Erik jerked his dick right on his phone screen and all that cum landed on your pussy. 

“Daddy!” 

You rub your clit back and forth, that pussy contracting. You fell back against the bed and lifted your fingers from your pussy. 

“Fuck, that was so good,” You suck your fingers.

Erik grabs his phone and walks to the bathroom. Flicking the light switch, Erik turned on the sink and grabbed a folded washcloth to clean off his phone screen.

“You had me cumming on my laptop, and you had me cumming on my phone.” 

“But did you enjoy it?” 

“Of course. I need a rewind option that shit was everything.”

Erik propped his phone up against the wall and started looking at himself in the mirror. He shook his head, his tapered locs falling against his forehead. 

“You look so good. I can’t wait to see you.” You said with your eyes traveling over the length of his body. 

“Soon, baby...real soon…” 

____________

Taking his aunties advice, Erik pushed back a meeting for the opening of an Outreach Center in Manhattan for the next day. Erik woke up to multiple texts and missed calls from friends and family wishing him happy birthday. Even on social media he was tagged in plenty of pictures and videos. Of course, you made a long post about him with all the embarrassing photos of him caught off guard or sleeping. The last picture was his favorite. It’s a picture of you and him on vacation in Hawaii on a yacht. You both shared a kiss showing lots of tongue. 

Danielle_93: Happy birthday Erik! 🎉

BrysonWilliams: Happy Birthday Bro! 💪🏾

Monibaby: Awww y’all are so cute!!! ❤️

There were many more comments and mentions. Erik shared a few posts to his IG story and left it at that for the time being. T’Challa sent him a text letting him know that he landed and he would see him later. Erik was on his way back from the hotel gym when he noticed food, and a few gift bags outside of his door. He figured it was from some friends that live in NYC. Erik opened his hotel room door and picked up all his gifts, carrying them inside. He placed them on the coffee table in the living room area and peeked inside the food bag. Birria tacos and a burrito. He was hungry too. Grabbing the bag, Erik walks through the dark hotel room towards the kitchen. A faint glow came from the kitchen and Erik paused his footsteps. Confused, Erik crept up and peeked his head inside. 

There, on the kitchen counter is a triple chocolate layer cake with a 3 and a 4 candle on top. Maybe room service brought it in for him. Erik placed the bag of Mexican food on the counter and sauntered towards the cake. He could see cursive letters in yellow frosting on top. Erik read the words and a smile slowly crept up his face. This day just keeps getting better and better. 

Happy Birthday Baby. Love, Y/N.

“It’s your favorite.” 

Erik looked over his shoulder and there you were, wearing the Facet lingerie he gifted you. It’s see-through mesh in brown, with a plunging neckline and a high crotch. The gleam of the candles made your gorgeous brown skin stand out. Your hair is stilled in a natural fro and you’re wearing that brown matte lipstick Erik loves. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press the front of your body against his. 

“This was your plan all along, huh?” 

“It was hard to keep it from you. I flew in with T’Challa. He dropped me off here as soon as you left your room for the gym. I got a room key, let myself in, and waited for you to come back.”

“Mmm, baby,” Erik placed your hands in his and stepped back to get a good look at you, “You look so sexy.”

Erik held your hand up and spun you around so he could see every angle. As soon as your back faced him, Erik took his hand and popped you right on the cuff of your left ass cheek so he could watch it wobble. 

“Soft and phat.” Erik whispered in your ear from behind. 

“Do you like your cake? It’s your favorite.” 

Erik brought his attention back to his cake, took his finger and scooped up some frosting. He sucked the frosting off of his finger and licked his lips. 

“I love both of my cakes.”

You bend over the counter and start whining your hips. Erik focused on the way your beautiful ass swayed and how the yellow hue of the candle light made your moisturized cheeks shine. 

“Stay just like that and bend over some more.”

“Yes Sir.” You press the front of your body against the counter top, “like this?”

“Just like that.” 

Erik grabs his cake and sits it on the counter where you are. 

“I’m gonna make a wish and blow out these candles.” 

Erik closed his eyes. His lips are slightly parted and you can see his gold canines. Sweat still coated his skin from his workout. He’s wearing a pair of black and red ball shorts with a black beater. His locks are pushed back with a black Nike athletic sweatband. How could he make going to the gym look so stylish? Erik opened his eyes and gave you a small smile. 

“What did you wish for?”

“It’s a secret,” He winked at you, “You’ve been walking around LA with that ass for these last few days haven’t you?”

Erik squinted his eyes at you playfully. 

“I have, but you know it belongs to you,” You twerk your ass, “Now, you can have it all you want.” 

“And I can eat it how I want too.” 

Erik dragged his fingers in the chocolate frosting and smeared it on your ass. He sucked his fingers off in your face before disappearing behind you. He gets down on his knees with your ass in his face and wasting no time. He starts sucking and licking the frosting off of your right butt cheek while his sticky fingers spanked your left butt cheek. 

“Unh, yes—yes, baby, that feels so good, I miss your mouth on me.” 

“You know what I want next, bring your leg up.” 

“Anything for you, daddy.”

As soon as your leg went up Erik’s fingers were hooked on the lace fabric of your lingerie and he pulled it to the side exposing your pussy. His tongue was already sweet but as soon as he poked it all the way out and licked from your pussy to your ass he got an even sweeter taste. Erik spanked you, twisting his head to suck your pussy. He was a wild man eating you. He gets so focused when he’s face deep in your pussy. Erik spread your pussy open, used the flat part of his tongue and pressed it firmly against your pussy and started moving it in a circle. Erik was disrespectfully eating your pussy and all you could do was moan and hold onto the counter. He ain’t had that pussy in his mouth for days. The way you were dripping on his tongue he couldn’t stop. This is the cake he’s trying to eat for his birthday. Smear his tongue and lips all over your pussy. 

“Erik!!!” 

You couldn’t control him. You couldn’t wait to see daddy again and he couldn’t wait to see you. 

“Fuck, Erik!!!!”

He didn’t listen. You erupted in his mouth with loud moans. 

“Daddy I can’t—I can’t—shit—I’m coming again!”

You dropped your leg and almost locked Erik’s head but he moved out of the way before you could. His beard and lips were soaked. 

“Pussy is yummy. Come taste your pussy.” 

“Mmm, I taste so sweet—daddy—“

You look down and see Erik’s shorts down and around his ankles. His dick was hanging out the bottom of his briefs. You grab him in your hand and use your thumb to rub his tip. 

“You have a lot of dick.” 

It’s long and ridiculously thick. 

“That bulge...that dick...so hot.” 

You swipe your tongue over his lips. 

“My throat is ready for you, Sir.” 

“Let’s take this shit to the bedroom, baby.” 

Erik picks you up and your legs straddle him. He walks down the hallway with his lips on yours and his hands grasping each ass cheek. There, you can see the windows he was talking about. It’s almost nightfall. Erik puts you down and you drop to your knees before him, opened your mouth wide, and stuck your tongue out. Erik smacked the weight of his dick on your tongue. That nice, big, fat, long dick. 

“I want some.” 

“It’s right here for you...have as much you want—damn, aint waste no fucking time that’s what I’m talking about get that dick.” 

You had Erik’s dick halfway down your throat with no hesitation. One hand gripping him and your mouth slurping and sucking him up and down. Erik used both of his hands to hold your head still so he can fuck your throat. You relaxed your jaws and looked up at him. Unblinking, he commanded you with his dark orbs. 

“Oh, my god, baby, you feel so fucking good, baby….oooh, just like that baby, keep sucking this big ass dick...eat that dick, baby, suck this dick off...shit feels so fucking good.” 

His words had you dripping. 

“Suck that big dick baby—Unh, shit—spit on my dick—make a big ass mess,” Erik moaned, “You wanna make me cum? If you wanna make me cum you better suck this dick—daddy can’t hold it baby—I’m a shoot it down your throat, baby, you got my dick rock hard—suck it, baby—don’t fucking stop—oh, shit.”

With one heavy fist, Erik has a handful of your hair in a vice grip. His dick convulsed in your mouth and then after a few more sucks he was busting a nut down your throat. Your hands caressed his abs to calm his body down. You knew what effect your throat skills had on him. 

“Come put that pussy in this dick, I’ve been thinking about you since last night, baby.”

You stood before Erik and he placed a hand around your throat and started kissing you. 

“Take this off...I want you naked and riding my dick…”

As you completely take off your lingerie Erik is fully naked and now he’s laying back against his bed in the middle with his dick pointing towards the ceiling. You climb up to the bed and squat down on your feet, your hands on his chest to keep your balance as you descend your pussy on his dick. 

“Damn, baby, that pussy...keep riding this dick…”

You start dropping your full weight down on Erik. It sounded like a splash park between your legs. Fuck going slow you ain’t have that dick in days. Erik’s hands were molded into your hips as you bounced up and down on him.��

“This what you wanted? To sit on this dick?”

“Ah, shit, Unh! Fuck!” 

“Answer me.” 

“Yes!”

You reach behind to feel your cheeks. They were swaying and jiggling all over the place. Erik pushed your hand away and you gripped the sheets. 

“You better keep fucking this dick or I’ll take over and fuck you.” 

He only gave you one warning. Leaning over his body you start riding him again. His dick was hitting so deep in your pussy. You moved your hips in a circle on the tip of his dick and before you could even take all of him again Erik pushed you down himself. 

“You’re tryna work me, Daddy?” You ask between deep breaths. 

“I want that puss and you keep stopping.” 

Erik lifted you off of him and stood up from the bed. 

“Bend over in front of this window...yes...put your hands against the glass and spread your legs…”

Erik smacked his dick against your ass before resting it on your back. He reached beneath you to rub your clit. 

“Think I’m playing?” Erik sucked his fingers, “Toot that ass up, Y/N...I said toot that ass up!!!” He barked out. 

“Okay!!” You try your best, “Like that—FUCK!! Dadyyyyy. You’re in my pussy, daddy.” 

“Fuck is wrong with you.”

He thrust in all at one and your cheek smashed against the glass. 

“That’s it baby...tight ass puss...I’m about to bust your shit open you better hold on fucking with me.” 

“You talk a lot of shit, birthday boy—OH MY GOD.” 

“And so do you, Hmph,” Erik pulled your hair, “This dick got you shutting the fuck up though. You kept playing on my dick, baby,” he was fucking you rough, “When I want my pussy, you don’t play games with me. For real. Fuckkkkk.” 

“My pussy—oooo—

“FUCK YES. Cum on this dick.” 

“Unh—

“Nah, get up, that’s it, arch your back.”

“Don’t stop, baby.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Yes!” 

As soon as he let that dick out you were squirting. Erik didn’t give you time to come down from your orgasmic high when he picked you up, put you on the bed, and spread your legs. 

“Let me back in there...ahhh, yes.” 

You felt hot tears roll down your face. He looked so calm and cool but his dick was hitting you hard and it was overwhelmingly good. He studied your expression and kissed you from time to time. 

“You had that pussy in face on video last night...I wanted to fuck you so bad...you knew what time it was when you came here...I was getting up in that pussy, right?”

You tried to speak but your bottom lip was trembling so much and he was making your pussy cum again. 

“You ain’t gotta say nothing just lay there and let me fuck you.” 

He started sucking on your neck while his hips stroked all that fat dick in and out of you. 

“I’m about to nut in my pussy...stay just like that...don’t you fucking move...this my pussy...I’m a be in my pussy all fucking night for my birthday...take this dick—“

Erik sat up on his hands and worked his hips faster. You couldn’t see his eyes with his locs in his face. He was too busy watching the way he fucked you. You couldn’t keep your eyes away either. So much cream. So wet and gushy. 

“Daddy, Unh, oh my god, daddy, I love you!!”

Erik pushed your thighs back and held his dick deep inside you. 

“Daddy, I love you!!!”

He chuckled and bit his lip. 

“I love you too, baby girl. Thank you for this tight pussy on my birthday.” 

The way he said that it had you squeezing his dick with your walls. 

“Let my dick go...you want some more?”

You nod your head with a pout of your lip.

“Nasty, freaky, bitch. I’ll give you some more dick.”

You couldn’t wait. 

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Ask Answers: July 10th

I really let asks get away from me lately. I was super focused on working on that Patreon Moment. With that done I can finally think about doing other things, so here’s a new collection of answers!

Thank you for sending in questions everyone ^^.

For the new Patreon moment, will you be able to reference it in step 4? Or just like a tiny nod to it if you pick certain choices?

There won’t be. I’m sorry if you were hoping for that! The Patreon moment is meant to be entirely optional, it’s not something that gets you extra content in the main game.

Is the new CG artist the main one now? :0 I’ve noticed theres been a difference in the art style recently. Is the old CG artist still going to make art for the game? :0

The original artist still makes CGs for the game sometimes, but he mainly focuses on character sprites.

Are you going to put the NSFW our life moment on a website other than patreon? I would love to get it but I can't use patreon atm.

I don’t know. I'm afraid we can't release the Patreon Moment on a normal game storefront because we can't mix 18+ content with our family friendly game. If there's some other place similar to Patreon where it's not the normal type of full-scale public content releases we'd consider using that, but I’m not sure if there is another site that’s better than Patreon in that regard. I'm sorry.

Out of curiosity, in all of your games so far, which characters in each were the most fun to write? They obviously don't have to be your favorite characters!

Buffalo Seer in AFA, really everyone in XOD/XOBD is pretty equally entertaining to write, The Guide in LoV, and Cove in OL!

idk if you accept "personal" questions, but is there anything you've been watching/ listening to lately

Mostly, I’ve been watching/listening to Authortube videos as of late! It’s people who talk generally about the process of how books become traditionally published and/or share their own experience as they attempt to be published. I don’t have an interest in writing normal text based books, but it’s really interesting to hear about that world. I’m listening to a video about royalties right now as I answer these asks.

Will one of the desserts we get to pick be fudge? That'd be such a cute reference! 

Haha, yeah, it should. Unless I completely blank on it and forget when trying to include the various referential food options.

I don't know if this has been asked previously but what would be the approximate heights for the presets MC can choose from Step 2 ~ 4? Are there any measurement you had in mind? Sorry if I didn't make myself clear kk I've been struggling with my English lately 💀 

I don’t know, ahah. I didn’t have any numbers in mind for that. So it’s whatever you imagine it is!

I noticed a bug with the Patreon moment when it comes to what your character wears. When Jamie and Cove are kissing while my character only had dresses selected, I had both the option to remove the dress or to remove the shirt... Picking one of the options to interact with Cove, after he removed his shirt, it had Jamie remove their shirt followed by ther pants despite only having dresses picked. 

Thank you for reporting ^^

I keep refreshing steam to see when the new doc for xobd will be released. I noticed you haven't posted anything about it in quite some time. Would it be possible to ask about a timeline/potential date? (If it's even this year—) I know you and your team are probably working super hard, I'm just super curious! ~Thank you!~ 

There are more stories done, I just haven’t gotten around to publicly releasing them. Hopefully I will have a chance to spend the time on that sooner rather than later!

hello!! i’m not sure if it’s an update but i’ve just replayed our life and at the end i can’t propose to cove anymore? :(( i’ve actually tried playing twice but the options are not there anymore, did you guys remove the options? i’m sorry if you’ve answered this before!! thank you and have a good one :) 

I’m afraid things haven’t been changed or removed, so I think you might’ve accidentally picked the wrong things somewhere along the way and locked yourself out of being able to propose by mistake. Sometimes you meant to say you want to get married but instead you mis-click and have it so the MC isn’t thinking about marriage or something. All I can suggest is starting from the beginning of Step 3 and making sure to follow the steps listed in the FAQ. I’m sorry for that.

Did yall remove some of the options for when youre making out with Cove in the charity moment? I could've sworn you could grab his bonkadonk and its not there anymore 

This is the same situation as the above. We didn’t remove things and you’re not wrong that there are sometimes those options. But there are various choices you have to make to get those options and it sounds like you accidentally missed something. If your relationship isn’t long-term, you can’t do it for example.

HI IM SO EXCITED I CAN FINALLY GET THE STEP 3 DLC 

Thank you for getting it!

Is Shiloh super totally straight bc I’m very gay and a huge Shiloh fan, would my man make an exception?😩

Sadly, he is one of our super straight characters. I’m sorry.

Hi, I have a very dumb question. In Step 2 does Cove not wanna share his drink with us at the mall (or rather why he stops drinking it) because it's an indirect kiss? Or is it like ...weird to him to share? Because if I remember right he eats off our spoon in the birthday scene right? 

Yeah, he’s awkward about it because he likes the MC and it feels very personal to share a straw with his crush.

Hi! If you don't mind me asking, who is the artist for OL2? Their style is so pretty! 

Thank you for saying so! This is her Twitter- https://twitter.com/redridingheart

Do Beginnings & Always and Now & Forever exist in the same universe? 

Yep! XOXO Droplets also exists in the same universe. It’s one big GB Patch world, haha.

Do Pran's parents regret the way they raised him? Do they feel ashamed of it?

No. They’re the type of people best cut out because they’re not gonna change. Which is why Pran does go very limited contact when he’s an adult.

Hi! I just wrapped up my second playthrough of Our Life, and I absolutely adore it, but I had a question. I went to the gallery and found I was missing 2 CGS (specifically Step 1-3 and 2-3) and I had no clue where they would've shown up. Which moments are those found in? 

You get it by telling Cove about his dad offering you money to be his friend in Step 1 and Step 2. You can’t get both in one playthrough, since you can only tell Cove the truth once. I’m really glad you liked it!

Hi hi! Please, how tall is Baxter and Derek? Love the game so much and I can't wait to see more! 

I don’t know, aha. I think Baxter was around 5′10 and Derek was like 5′8/5′9, maybe. I really am not one who has specific heights for things in mind.

is adult cove a bottom, top, or switch? 

A switch, though would choose the top if he had to pick.

I was wondering if there is a way to transfer save data? Even if through the game files. I wanted to be able to transfer my save data from my desktop over to my laptop so that I could continue playing right where I left off from but I'm not entirely sure how to go about that. 

If you save the save folder/persistent data of the game from your desktop and put it into the game folder on your other device, that could work.

Hi! Is it possible for us to know the date when our life: now and forever comes out on steam? Sorry if you've mentioned it before but I haven't seen it and I'm looking foward to that happening and just wanted to know :) 

It’s gonna be a long time, I’m afraid. There’s no estimate right now.

I started playing Our Life with my sister a while ago, and I think you guys should know that we discovered your secret. >:)

L from death note and Cove are clearly the same person, and this whole game is just an origin story!!

I’ve never seen that show so I’m sorry to say I don’t understand the connection/reference you’re trying to make. I’m pretty out of the loop when it comes to media. I don’t watch movies or TV.

Will OL2 have options for disabled MCs?

I understand if it's too complicated, just curious

Unfortunately, it’s not really something we have a plan for. We couldn’t finish the game if we tried to include every disability and have it be meaningful. It’d just be too much content to create. But if we decide to only include a few, how would we choose which disabilities get to be represented and which are left out? I don’t know. It’ll probably have to be something we don’t include as an option again, sadly. I’m sorry.

playing our life > anything else 

Haha, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

Honestly, I would like to thank Our Life for helping me come to terms with my sexuality. Before, I never would've actually thought that it was possible to like boys romantically and still be asexual. Almost all of the BL visual novels I've read had unskippable sexual content in them and it honestly just didn't click with what I feel. I'm glad I found Our Life. I love the game, the developers, and this fandom so much. Now, I can safely come out as homoromantic AND asexual (at least anonymously here anyway; my parents are still huge homophobes 😂). 

Aw, it’s great to hear you felt comfortable being yourself in the game! That’s wonderful. I’m really sorry about your parents, though.

Will the demo for OL2 be on android? Really not sure if I could wait any longer than I have to aha 

Yeah, it’ll be available for Android once we eventually release a demo!

Do all these reveals perhaps mean development is progressing ahead of schedule? Please let that be the case I'm already obsessed with Qiu 

No, sorry, aha. Art comes along much faster than script/programming-work for us. It’s gonna be a long time before the game is a finished thing you can actually play. But at least we can look at the beautiful images.

Hey! First of all I wanna say I reallllllyyyyy loooovvveeee Our Life and XOXO Droplets! I have over 300 hours of playtime on Our Life… Anyways, I was just wondering, are the Derek and Baxter DLCs going to come out at the same time? If not, which one do you plan to release first? :3 

They will come out separately and Derek will be first! Glad you like the game.

I keep replaying Our Life to get every possible iteration and I am loving it <3 I was wondering if Cove gets locked out of his confession because MC was talking to Lee, would it be possible to confess to him in step 4? 

Yeah, you can avoid the confession in Step 3 and then get it in Step 4.

Hi, my Cove wears bracelets through step 2 and 3 but I still don't get an option to give him a bracelet? I didn't even know that was possible until I seen someone else ask about it lol 

Hm, did you use the Cove creator? Maybe there’s a bug where using the creator to add bracelets doesn’t fulfill the requirement to give Cove a bracelet in Step 3.

Wait, I'm dense, when does Baxter appear in step 2? Is it from big park firework? I feel so bad since i really love Baxter and waiting to buy his dlc. 

It’s in the Soiree Moment. You have to be just friends with Cove, indifferent, or crushing but not ask Cove to the dance at all. Then while there you can find someone new to dance with. But if you bring Cove to the dance while crushing, the MC won’t wanna dance with anyone else so you can’t get the scene.

In step 2 when we go to the soiree I made my mc go alone and baxter chooses the mc to dance, i'm curious, why did he pick the mc? sorry if this has been asked before! 

Because the MC looked to be around his age, seemed to also be searching for a partner, and had nice legs. A perfect option for him.

I read some of the FAQs, and I saw that we could tell Baxter about the condo that he rented there was previously the mean old grandparents. how do we get the mc to tell him that? 

It happens in the DLC Moment “Late Shift”. If you don’t have a job you instead get a longer scene with Baxter.

I don’t know if you’ve addressed this or not, but are you planning on paying voice actors for our life: now and forever? 

Yeah, we pay our VAs in all our projects.

hey can i ask how you did the moments thing in ol? im trying to get into making visual novels and while im VERY sure its out of my comfort zone and all that atm i kinda wanna know just for the future, bc im p sure it would work well for something i wanna do :O but its also fine if you cant say for other reasons :> 

I’m afraid I’m not sure what you mean. Are you asking how we programmed the screen or something script related? Adding Moments like that is pretty straightforward, though. You just have buttons that open to different labels and then the scripts are essentially individual short stories/vignettes. Good luck with your VN!

Since Autumn becomes gender fluid later in the game, will there be a character who remains as he/him to romance in game? 

OL1 has the he/him LIs, OL2 is all about other genders.

I don't want to impose on your creative plans, but a parrot could possibly make a good pet in an OL-type game? They're pretty long-lived and likely to still be thriving by the end even if the MC got them back in step 1. 

I do appreciate the suggestion, but I’m afraid it’s not likely going to happen. I understand there are technically some animals that could theoretically live long enough to last the whole game that or we could have the MC only get a pet after some years have already passed. But the many things that would have to be considered/accommodated for makes it just something we probably can’t manage adding. I’m sorry.

As time passes will we be able to see Qiu and Tamarack's other stage arts as well?

They are both so cute i can't wait to be friends with them!

Yeah, we’ll show content from other Steps in the future. It’ll be a little while from now, though.

Can you date Cove and still have your family comfort you in the car?

You can’t get Cove’s Step 3 confession scene if you have the family comfort you in the car. But that’s not the only way to date him. You can get together with him earlier in the game or later on in Step 4.

Is Mc always going to be the one walking down the aisle or could Cove do it? Also could you choose to have one of your moms walk you? 

No. Cove wouldn’t want to walk down the aisle like that and the MC automatically respects that. And the MC also gets to have their preferences respected, so it’s up to you whether they want to do an aisle walk or not. You also can pick who, if anyone, walks with you.

Once step 4 is out, will you be able to go the whole game on crush/love without either of you confessing? 

Yes, as long as you tell the game you don’t want to progress the relationship. Even in Step 4 it won’t force you to officially get together.

Howdy, so in Step 4, there will be any Romance with Derek that is not part of any dlc? 

He’s only a friend unless you get his romance story.

Will the step 4 in OL2 be one big step or are you considering moments? 

Step 4 is just an epilogue in both games.

hi kind of a weird question but!! we know tht cliff doesn't start dating again but. wht abt flings? like does he ever do 1 night stands or anything? thank u!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Nope. Cliff has a very small interest in sex. If he’s not in a real relationship with a partner he’s crazy about it simply isn’t something he feels a need for, so one night stands wouldn’t even cross his mind.

sorry if you've already answered this, but i was wondering if there were plans for there to be bonus love interests in OL2 like how we have derek and baxter in OL1.

Maybe! There are side characters who could be given romance stories, but whether or not it will happen depends on funding and how long everything else takes to finish.

I don't know if i'm allowed to ask about ol2 here yet, if not u can ignore this or answer it later. My question is can you date one of them and be good friends with the other? I don't want to be strangers with the other bcs i love them both a lot :<

Yes you can!

what patreon level do i have to be to unlock the nsfw moment? im on the $5 one right now, will that give me access to the moment, or just access to the moment progress? 

That’ll give you access! Tier 2 and anything higher allows the player to download it.

[bluewhale52]

The House by the River

Summary: You, your husband and his brothers are back in the In The Soop house. But what happens when you forget the one thing you have to do during the pandemic?

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, fluff

Rating: R - there’s a bit of a talk about sex but nothing NSFW

WC: 2.3k

Warning: setting during the pandemic, a breach of safety protocol, Yoongi and OC sleep naked, talk of sex, pregnancy talk ~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

It is a great idea, you have to admit. When your husband found out that he had two straight days of no schedules and no work, he immediately suggested going back to the house by the river, where he and his brothers had gone to for work and also for a time of healing and relaxation. 

You were so excited at the getaway idea, and although his six brothers invited themselves for the trip, you did not mind. Your daughter adores them, moreover you would have six very eager babysitters at your disposal. 

So that’s how you find yourself, on a beautiful autumn day, on a hammock and reading a book Namjoon has lent you. You hear Jimin and Taehyung back at the ping pong table, and Hoseok screaming gleefully at his toy aeroplane he has built himself. Sweet musical notes drift from the house; Namjoon and Jungkook must have gotten inspiration in nature and are creating a song together.

You hear the familiar giggles coming from the dock, and you close your book. Leaving the hammock, you head to the boathouse to meet the owners of those giggles.

Your little girl is smiling ear to ear, and shrieking in delight at Seokjin, who is carrying a bucket and two fishing rods- well, one fishing rod and a toy one. He has been regaling your daughter with stories of fishing, it was not difficult at all to get her all excited to be his fishing buddy.

“Hey baby,” you kneel as your daughter barel into your arms. “Did you catch a lot of fish?”

“Four!” She happily exclaims, wriggling out of your arms to pull Seokjin closer to you. “Look, Eomma!”

“She’s my good luck charm. Not Yoongi, not my painting, Min Soojin was all I needed to show these fish who’s boss!” He ruffles her hair. She beams at him proudly.

“Wow! Are we having sashimi tonight?” You turn to find Hoseok right behind you, peering into the bucket. He turns to your daughter, innocently asking her, “you’re going to help Uncle Jin and Uncle Kook cut the fish?”

Soojin’s face immediately turns serious, her smile all gone. “Cut? Eomma?” She turns to you. “We cut fishies?”

“Well, that’s how we get sashimi, baby.”

Her face crumples at your answer, tears start pooling in her eyes. “No, I don’t want to hurt fishies.”

The two men immediately bend down and soothe her. “No, no, we won’t cut the fishies. Uncle Hoseok is just joking, right?” Seokjin gives Hoseok a stare.

“Yes, I was only joking, Soojin-ah.” Hoseok cuddles her. “Hey, do you want to see the plane I made?”

Soojin shakes her head. “No, I want to take fishies home so you don’t cut her.”

Hoseok resigns to his fate. He knows now your four year old daughter will see him as an evil villain, out to cut all the fish in the world.

“Baby,” you coo at Soojin. “Why don’t you, Uncle Jin and Uncle Hobi return the fish to the river?”

Seokjin glares at you. You know how challenging it was for him to catch even a single fish on his last trip here, and on the day he caught FOUR, he can’t even enjoy one as a sashimi.

Hoseok on the other hand, jumps at his chance of redemption. “Yes, that’s a great idea! Let’s do that, Soojin. Let’s free the fish!”

Soojin looks at Hoseok doubtfully. He grabs the bucket from Seokjin and offers his hand to your daughter. She gingerly puts her hand in his, and her other hand reaches for Seokjin’s.

Over your daughter’s head, Seokjin whispers sharply at Hoseok. “YOU put the fish back.”

You watch them squat by the dock, laughing along with Seokjin and Soojin as Hoseok squeals in disgust as he picks a fish out of the bucket and throws it inelegantly into the river. After the fourth fish is back in the water, Soojin is satisfied and her mood is back to her cheery self.

You look at your watch. 5pm. It’s time to get your husband out of his makeshift studio. “Soojin, want to see Appa?” You call out.

“No! Plane!” She points at Hoseok who is winding his toy plane again.

“Go get Yoongi. We’ll look after her.” Seokjin offers, and you give him a grateful smile. It IS nice to have your husband’s band mates around.

You walk up towards the campervan by the upper house. Your husband specifically made the request for the van to be there. You knock on the door, and you open it only after you hear his gruff response from inside.

“Hey babe,” you greet him from the door. “It’s just past five.”

Yoongi stretches behind the laptop and all his equipments. Rubbing his face, he mumbles, “Already?”

You open the door wider, letting more sun inside the dark campervan. “Did you manage to get all your work done?”

Yoongi gestures for you to come inside. You step in, and sit next to him. “Wanna hear?” He offers.

“Of course.” You take the headphones from his hands. You love how he always shares his rough drafts with you, even before he shares them with his members. It doesn’t matter that you know zilch about music, he loves watching you reacting to his creations.

He presses play, and your eyes widen at the sounds filling your ears. You turn to smile at him, pride on your face. He returns your smile with his own gummy one.

You love this kind of moment with Yoongi. You don’t need dates at fancy restaurants or expensive gifts like big diamond necklaces. Just time with him, alone like this, is enough. He watches you bopping along to his music, and burst out laughing in embarrassment as you scrunch your face at his attempt at a high note.

When the song ends, you take off the headphone and kiss him. “Well, Min PD-nim, I think you have another hit there.”

“You say that to all my songs.” He brushes away your compliment as he starts packing up his things.

“Well, it’s true. I’m not just saying that because you’re my husband.” You stand and move to the door to give him more space in the cramped sitting area of the campervan. You report to him about Soojin’s fishing experience earlier while Yoongi is putting his equipments in the bags.

“So Hobi actually held the fish?” Yoongi chuckles.

You nod. “I regret not capturing it on video. It was so funny.” You open the door and you both walk towards the upper house. “OH MY GOD!”

You exclaim as you see the state of the kitchen. Yoongi curses next to you.

All the foods you have bought for the stay are scattered all over the counter and the floor. Packages ripped open, vegetables and fruits half eaten.

“Oh no, did an animal- or a pack of them- get in?” You lift a bag of bitten and nibbled onions. “They like onions it seems.”

Your husband sighs. “Guess we’ll have to go out for dinner then. There’s no way we can salvage any of this.”

You agree with him and start cleaning up. Shortly after, the kitchen is clean and free of scraps, and you both return to the main house to break the news. The members don’t seem to mind going out, Taehyung even suggests going to the burger joint he visited with Hoseok before. Seokjin and Yoongi decide they could stop by a supermarket on the way back to get enough food for breakfast and lunch for the next day.

And so off the nine of you go to the town for a burger dinner. Arriving at the small restaurant, you are shocked at how crowded it is. “Wow, the burgers here must be really good.” You comment to Taehyung.

He nods, licking his lips. “One of the best, Noona. You’ll love it.”

You smile at his enthusiasm, and also when he picks up Soojin to show her the menu board.

Then you realize something.

Your heart drops when you realise that no one, not a single person is wearing a mask. The staff, the patrons, and even you, your husband and his brothers, and your daughter, none of you is masked up.

You start to panic. Reaching for Yoongi, you tug his hand. “Babe, we’re not wearing our masks!”

“Relax, baby, we’re fine. No one recognizes us here.”

“No! Yoongi, not to hide your faces. The pandemic isn’t over yet and we’re not wearing masks!” You shout at him.

To your shock, no one seems to hear you, or even care that everyone in this burger joint is ignoring the most important safety protocol. You panic even further, and while making your way to Taehyung to take Soojin back, you feel something tugging the back for your cardigan.

You turn to chide Yoongi, thinking it is him who is pulling your clothes. You gasp when you find no one behind you. Not Yoongi, not Namjoon, not anyone you came to the place with. In fact, the whole place has become empty, but for a little boy standing in front of you.

He has feline eyes, much like Yoongi’s, and his complexion is as milky white as your husband’s too. He looks up at you with such innocence, and you kneel down to meet him at eye level.

“Hi,” you greet him. “Are you okay? Where are your parents?”

The boy continues to look at you silently, then he fishes something out of his packet. It is a folded K94 mask. He offers it to you.

“For you, Eomma.” He says shyly.

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You sit up, gasping out loud. You immediately reach for your face, feeling for a mask around your mouth and nose. Your fingers touch bare skin directly, which sends you into a panic.

You start to look around for a mask frantically, only to find yourself... in your bedroom in Seoul? And your husband is stirring awake next to you. You reach for the baby monitor, and relief floods over you as you see on the screen that your daughter Soojin is sleeping peacefully in her room.

“Babe,” Yoongi sits up next to you, voice still thick with sleep. “You okay?”

You place a hand on your bare chest. Your heart is still beating fast. “I just had the craziest dream.”

Yoongi reaches for you and pull you down to lie with him. Rubbing your back, he asks you to tell him your dream.

“We were back in the house, that In the Soop house,” you begin. “We were having such a good time, Soojin was laughing, the boys were all there too.”

You try to focus but bits and pieces of the dream are already forgotten in your mind. “And somehow we all went out for dinner, and no one was wearing masks, Yoongs, including us and I panicked I think?”

Your husbands hands are soothing you. “And that’s when you woke up?”

“No...There’s something else.” You struggle to remember. “There’s a boy I think, and I thought he was lost, but he gave me a face mask.”

Yoongi stops rubbing you. “The boy gave you a mask?” He sounds tickled.

“It’s a dream, it doesn’t have to make sense.” You playfully swat his chest.

He nuzzles your hair. “You dream of the weirdest things.”

You giggle in his embrace. Your naked bodies pressed closer as sleepiness starts to disappear, slowly replaced by something more carnal.

You suddenly remember something. “Oh my god, Yoons!” You push Yoongi away. He leans back, confused.

“What if that was a conception dream? The boy called me Eomma.”

Your husband looks at you as if you have grown two heads. “A conception dream?”

“Well, we may have conceived a child tonight, considering... you know, how many times you came in me.”

“Only twice but thanks for the ego boost.”

“I’m serious!” You give him a stern look. “What if we conceived a baby tonight, and that was my conception dream? Oh my god, how could my conception dream be of a boy giving me a K94 mask?”

Yoongi starts laughing. “And what do you think that would mean? We’re gonna have a son who’d become a doctor? That wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

You pout. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

He cradles you back in his arms. You have talked with your husband before about giving Soojin a sibling. Your hand unconsciously moves down to your tummy. You and Yoongi have foregone all birth controls tonight, and you hope one of his swimmers has made it.

Yoongi strokes your hair gently. “You know, since you have the conception dream already, why don’t we make sure it doesn’t go to waste?”

His hands are moving down your body, sending sparks all over.

“I agree, Min Yoongi. You better give me a baby tonight. Just in case the first two times weren’t quite successful.”

Laughing, he rolls over to be on top of you, determined to get you all nice and pregnant by the time morning comes.

A/N: I actually had the dream OC had - minus the boy with the K94 mask. The fact that Miss Rona actually invaded my dream, that was just so crazy I had to write it down! And eventually it became this little piece of a fic 😄 Please remember to wear your mask, social distance and stay safe! 💜

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