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girlokwhatever · 2 days

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can i request a paige smut where like the reader had pissed her off BADDD (in whatever way you see fit) and so paige fucks her with the strap BUT the reader keeps like pushing at her abs and ahitbtryna het her to slow down which in return pisses her off more…pls :)

i love you 😭

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paige bueckers x fem!reader

“i don’t wanna talk to you dude.”

paige was absolutely furious. you missed one of the biggest shots of her career— a score-tying buzzer beater that ended up saving her team and securing them a win in overtime— all because you were talking to a guy in the stands. she was so excited to talk to you about it, for the both of you to share that excitement. so you could imagine her disappointment in hearing that you didn’t see it.

“paige are you serious? i’m sorry alright? i got to see it on the replays, it was really good.”

you try to reach out for her but she shrugs you off again, and now you’re pissed too. the guy was your classmate that spotted you in the crowd and wanted to say hello. you had apologized about a trillion times for missing the shot, still affirming to her how awesome it probably was in the moment.

it only made her feel worse when the guy approached you again at the end of the game. hadn’t he taken enough of your attention already?

“just leave me alone. if you want to be entertained just go talk to that guy again anyway. let him stare down your shirt for all i care.” paige throws her shirt into a corner of your room, littering her sweaty garments around your room.

“is that was this is about? a guy?”

she rolls her eyes, flopping onto your shared bed. she scrolls through her phone to avoid your gaze because she doesn’t want to say something she regrets. her legs are spread, creating space that in any usual situation you’d gravitate towards.

you stupidly decided to tease paige after finding out the true root of her anger. half-naked, you crawl towards her legs on the bed and seat yourself right on her lap. your hand pushes her phone away for her undivided attention.

you were probably going to regret this later.

“you know what we were talking about?”

she knows she shouldn’t give in just by the look in your eyes, but she does anyway. she’s a sucker for you.

“well he kept asking if i wanted to leave with him. i told him i had a girlfriend but he wouldn’t take no for an answer,” you lean closer, lowering your voice, “you know what he told me paige?”

“what?” she’s near breathless, anger still lingering because this guy seems like a douche.

“he told me he’d fuck me so good if i left with him. said he’d fuck me better than you ever could.”

“fuck off. don’t fucking piss me off.”

“he was cute. maybe-”

“paige!”

she’s rutting into you relentlessly, the same way she has been for the past hour. you’ve been squeezing around her strap like a vice the entire time from one position to the next.

after you teased paige earlier all she saw was red. she knew it wasn’t true, but the fact that you even uttered the words had some insane affect on her. she instantly had you on your back, purple strap heavy between your thighs. ever since then she’d been thrusting into you, never stopping or letting up unless she was finding a new angle.

she’d effortlessly coaxed you through three orgasms already and you were definitely feeling the effects. your thighs shook as she held them flush to her body, eyes glued to your face that was twisted together with pleasure.

you were so fucked out you hardly realized your girlfriend’s hand trailed down to the heat between your legs. her thumb rubbed sloppily against your throbbing clit, your eyes shooting open with a pornographic moan. the feeling was overwhelming and made your body shake even worse because, how many times had she done this?

“oh fuck- paige i can’t..”

“yeah you can baby. want you to cum for me.”

your orgasm feels different this time, sensitivity heightened and you can’t control it. she’s so deep and she’s filling you so good, thrusting hard and with so much purpose.

“bet that guy couldn’t make you feel this way huh?”

you’re nodding at her words because she’s right. no one has ever or could ever make you feel better than she does. she knows it.

paige continues stimulating your already over-sensitive bud, pressing harder and faster to match the pace of her hips. you moan out a high-pitched screech and mumble incoherently as your back arches off the bed so much paige has to push you back down. the pressure on your stomach sends you over the edge, sheets tight in your grasp as you finish.

she soothes your sides by running her hands up and down your body, slowing her thrusts but never stopping. you’re attempting to push your body up the bed but her grasp on you is firm and bruising.

“one more baby.” you’re still delirious from the last orgasm and she’s already speeding up her pace.

fuck her and her cardio.

you finally let go of the sheets, reaching out to push at your girlfriend’s abs. “paige please, i can’t. s’too much p.”

she’s immediately pulling your hands away, pushing them above your head as she leans over to whisper in your ear, “you can take it.”

she’s offended that you even suggested you couldn’t. her large hands find your hips again, pulling your body further down the bed and onto her silicone dick. your mouth fell open with a moan and you didn’t know if it was from the feeling of her splitting you in half or her persistence. probably both.

“tryna push me away,” she groans, “don’t be stupid baby.”

she pulls your legs over her shoulders with urgency as she snaps her hips against your own. the burn is finally catching up with her but she doesn’t even care because all she can focus on is you and the way you’re moaning her name.

you gush around her, cum dripping and soaking your sheets. the shake of your body vibrates against paige and encourages her to thrust impossibly faster, a whine escaping past your lips. she’s too good.

the all-too-familiar feeling forms deep in your abdomen again. you shift your hips, chasing your release as your hips angle down. paige’s last thrust makes you cry out, the bubble of anticipation for your orgasm popping. even paige moans as she stills because she swears she can feel you throbbing around her.

a sigh escapes you when paige pulls out. you feel incredibly empty after being filled for so long, a quiet whimper sounding through the room at the new feeling.

paige slips the strap off quickly. once she does, she resumes her previous position between your legs. she’s being gentle as her hands glide over your skin to massage the ache away. it’s a large contrast to her harsh thrusts only minutes ago.

“you did so good, ready to go again?”

“again?” you’re in disbelief as her legs slot with your own, leaning back ever-so-slightly so her pussy meshes with your own. the feeling makes your legs twitch and you’re already moaning at the barely-there friction.

“you didn’t think that was it, did you?��

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i hope i did this request justice!!

actually partially spell-checked this time 🤗

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seoktized · 2 days

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nsfw mdni!

a/n: cheol rot is back guys.. this has been sittin’ in my drafts for a while n i wanted to try n finish it :> hope you enjoy <3 reblogs are appreciated

thinkin’ about sugardaddy husband!seungcheol who’ll spoil you with so many gifts !!

whether it’s designer clothes or jewelry, if he thinks you’ll like it, he’s getting it for you!

loves to take you on shopping sprees, carrying all your bags and watching with a smile as you excitedly walk into another store. he loves to see you happy.

now if you two were to step in a lingerie store, he gets a bit excited, knowing you guys’ll walk out with something he can ravish you in later.

seungcheol, who looks absolutely delicious, manspreading with his sleeves pulled up, is watching as you show him different sets. yes, he was hard but he had a good bit of self restraint. but when you stepped out with a gorgeous color that complemented your skin so well, all that restraint went out the window.

next thing you know, you’re being pushed back into the dressing room, his lips finding yours. he pushed the door closed and locked it. his large hands felt around your body before he pulled back to get a good look at you before diving back in, kissing your jaw and down your neck.

“mmph- cheol, baby not here!” you whispered. he groaned into your neck, not giving up on his ministrations.

“baby i really need you to ride me right now. you look so pretty in this set.” he said in between kisses, “wanna buy a hundred of ‘em so i can rip ‘em all off of you.”

he moved over to sit on the chair in the corner of the dressing room, pulling you along with him and onto his lap.

seungcheol placed you right over his thick bulge, groaning as you rolled your hips against him.

you quickly unbuttoned his pants (which looked like they were going to burst at the seam at how thick his cock AND his thighs were) he helped you a bit by ridding himself of his pants and his boxers, his thick hard cock springing out and slapping against his stomach.

you spat on your hand, coating his length a bit before moving your own underwear to the side and sinking down on him. you never got used to the delicious stretch he’d give you every time, soft broken moans leaving your mouth.

“can’t make too much noise, princess. fuck- don’t want anyone to hear how dirty you’re being.” he said through gritted teeth.

when you began to bounce on his cock, seungcheol threw his head back, trying not to moan loudly himself. his bottom lip caught between his teeth while he watched you make a mess on his cock. his hands that were on your thighs went to your ass, squeezing the flesh softly.

trying not to moan was impossible as his tip was hitting that spot that sent sparks throughout your whole body. burying your face in the crook of his neck, you whimpered quietly.

“cheollie ‘m getting tired..” you mumbled.

“s’okay, doll, you can relax. lemme help you.” he reassured.

you relaxed your body and let seungcheol take over. your eyes rolled back as his thrusts were now a bit harder and quicker, desperately trying to get you both to reach your peak as you guys had been gone for a suspicious amount of time.

“fuck fuck fuck- cheol right there!” you whined before your mouth went agape, orgasm washing over you. you were gripping him so tightly seungcheol knew he wouldn’t last much longer either.

seungcheol gave a few deep thrusts before cumming as well, letting your cunt milk him dry.

he let you lay there for a second, allowing your to catch your breath before reminding you that you two needed to leave.

he somewhat kept his word, buying you that same set in every color they had. a dopey smile on his face while the two of you exited the store, his mind occupied with how many positions he’d have you in later tonight <3

#scoups smut #seungcheol smut #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol hard hours #seventeen smut #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen hard hours #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seoktized.svt

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graybby · 22 hours

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PR nightmare

Lando Norris x Russell!reader

The F1 drivers twitch streamer sister series !

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 here 2285 words

sorry for the wait ! hopefully it's worth it <3

This isn’t good.

Pacing back and forth around her hotel room wasn’t how Y/N planned to start her morning but the constant dinging of her phone had rudely awoken her from her slumber at 5AM. She felt reluctant to check it at first, anxiety swirling through her brain as she racked it for a reason why this was happening, nothing preparing her for what she was about to see. Hundreds of tweets and pictures of her and Lando from the grand prix the day prior - luckily none had captured the dispute between him and her brother, which came as a momentary relief to the drama that presented itself in front of her. The focus was only on the two individuals as they had been papped in the time it took him to find her in that heat stroked state and walk away from the bathrooms, which led to a multitude of both Lando’s and her own fans to start conspiring. Those who watched Y/N and had knowledge of her most recent stream - in which Lando had made his presence known - were already losing their minds, believing that this wasn’t just a coincidence and that she had specifically attended the race as his guest, some of these comments being a lot meaner than others - accusing the smaller streamer of being an ‘attention whore’ and ‘just using him for likes and followers’ however there were a few that sounded excited at the possibility of a blossoming romance between the two. Y/N laughed to herself that people were making assumptions about the two, trying to block out how much some of the hate comments stabbed into her mind but subconsciously agreeing with those that were finding it stupid that others believed Lando would even go for her let alone be dating her.

She opened her chat with Lando to try and warn him about the social media mess but halted when she realised she was still left on read from the night before, pushing aside the feeling it gave her she began typing.

I think we’ve got a situation..

The brown haired boy rolled over his plush hotel bed and groggily rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Tired from the race and night he had which left him to return back to his designated hotel room in the early hours of the morning. He didn’t remember too much, only that he had been in a sour mood about something and decided to dull the internal noise with a shit ton of alcohol and crowds of people. His phone began blaring and Lando shot up to accept the call before he registered who it even was.

“What do you think you’re playing at Lando?” a voice bellowed down the line. “Zak please it’s too early to be screamed at, what did I do now?” rubbing his temples, a hangover beginning to set in.

“we said no more girl trouble Lando. It’s bad for our publicity right now, we really need a clean slate at the moment to boost our sponsorships. With all your recent antics the tabloids are making you out to be a party obsessed playboy and the current sponsors don’t like it”

“But I haven’t even been spotted with anyone recently it’s a joke- you can’t just expect me to stay put in my room like a good little dog all the time man-” “Hey hey stop, I know how shitty it is but yesterday you got spotted just talking to some youtube or influencer girl and the internet won’t shut up about it, you’ve been trending on twitter for hours and not for much of a good reason”.

“What the fuck Zak- that’s such bullshit, shes just a friend and we only just met properly the moment it was photographed. It’s not fair”.

“I know it is, look i’m really sorry Lando but we just need you to keep a low profile for a while- not forever, just until this ‘persona’ everyone is making you out to be is not tabloid front pages”.

“Fine Zak I get it, I'll try to be a ‘good little boy’ just for you” sarcasm dripping off his tongue as he spoke.

“Whatever you say Lando, just don’t blow this. I’ll talk to you later”

“Yeah bye Zak”

What a fucking headache

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“Y/N are you alright?” George asked approaching his sister carefully, taking in her disgruntled appearance. He had found her sat on the edge of the hotel sofa - head in hands which tightly wrapped around her hair in frustration.

“No” she groaned, slightly peeking out between her hands to meet her brother's worried expression.

“I hate twitter” she cried out as George cradled her in his arms. “It's so stupid George, everyone’s going crazy at these images of me and Lando someone took of us talking yesterday. Now everyone’s jumping to conclusions and making up rumours I- WE JUST MET”, “I’m sorry- I don’t know why this is getting to me so much… I think deep down I’m just scared that someone’s gonna find out that we’re related”.

“Well just remember it’s not the end of the world if they do” George remarks, trying to hide the hurt he feels at the idea of his sister being this adamant on hiding their relation.

“Yeah for you it’s not but the whole life I’ve been trying to build all by myself will just be over, I’ll just be ‘George Russell’s sister’ and who I actually am will come second”.

“I’m sorry that's how I’ve made you feel” George pulls away from his baby sister in haste, barely looking at her as he rushes to leave the room clearly harbouring offence at her words, which she realises quickly after - attempting to follow him.

“No George, sorry I didn’t mean it like that- wait!” the door slams shut in front of her before she can continue.

Crumpling back on the sofa her tears continue to free fall, this time at a quicker pace as her heart tugs against her chest - guilt tearing through her.

She reaches for her phone just to see that once again Lando planned on leaving her on read. Anger bubbling over the heartache she already felt towards her brother made her snap, hurling her phone against the wall on the other side of the room in a heartbeat as her vision clouds over, sobs racking her frame.

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Clambering out of his room, Lando made his way down the hotel hallways, his throbbing head demanding a remedy which he decided would be a late breakfast. Passing along each door, stopping when he hears a loud bang against the wall he was outside of, followed by loud sobbing coming from a voice he swore he knew. Without even realising his hand was already knocking on the door.

A moment passed before it cracked open revealing a distraught looking Y/N, her tired eyes made redder by the stream pouring from them. He was taken back by the sight, the shock not lasting long though as she attempted to slam the door in his face. Clearly underestimating the reaction time of an F1 driver as he swiftly wedges his foot between the door, stopping her from closing it as he barges past into her room.

“I don’t want to talk to you Lando- why are you even here? You clearly don’t want to talk to me so just go..”

“Wha- what gave you that impression?”

Y/N turns to look at him - straight faced, a scoff passing her lips.

“You’re joking right?! You ignore every message I’ve sent you and you ask me why I think you don’t want to talk to me??”

He stiffens as he realises his mistake this morning, too caught up in his own problems that he glossed over hers, he knew that her message would be about the pictures after his call from Zak but he didn’t know what to say to her - the way that Zak spoke to him earlier made Lando feel the need to distance himself from Y/N and the whole situation, something he thought he could manage until he heard her gut wrenching sobs and all his rational thoughts went out the window.

His face softened as he reached out to her. “Y/N look I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t mean to upset you- I’ve just been caught up in a PR nightmare this morning and everything’s slipped my mind” she sniffles, eyes meeting his “it’s my fault isn’t it, the PR nightmare? Its cause you spoke to me” Lando notices her eyes welling up again as she spoke, he steps forward, his hand wrapping around her smaller one giving it a gentle squeeze - his other hand rising to cup her cheek (too close to the way the stood just the day before when everything began to go wrong).

“Y/N no it's not your fault. This happens- way too often for my liking but no way is it because of you. It's the fault of nosy journalists and gossip pages that want to tear apart every aspect of my life and I'm sorry you got caught up in it. I can imagine some of the things you’ve seen people say about you today and I want you to ignore it for me okay- it’s just jealous, horrible people with nothing better to do okay? Don’t believe a word of it”. Lando stared at her, still holding her hand so gently as if he applied the slightest pressure that she might break. She nodded her head softly in response to what he said, a small smile breaking through the pained expression she wore since he walked in. He beamed at the change in mood, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. He had felt such guilt after ignoring her last night - he was so wound up by her brothers outburst towards him and being so close to his first win that he had given her the cold shoulder, choosing to drown his sorrows in alcohol and loud music instead of responding to her attempts at checking in on him.

Y/N melted into the hug, she hated the way that Lando made her feel so warm in the short time she had spent with him, especially after how cold he had made her feel only the night before, she felt she owed him in a way to hear him out, knowing how messy it can be living in the public eye. She was so glad she did as she stood there basking in the warmth his touch gave her - she felt embarrassed that he had this big of an effect on her, brushing it off and blaming it on how emotional she’s been all day making her overly thankful for his comfort.

“Feeling better love?” he pulled back from the hug, hands still holding either side of her shoulders - that cheeky smile he always wore gracing his face as he gazed into her eyes. She giggled lightly at the sight before it became a full fledged laugh as he giggled back, smile stretching wider. They stayed like that for a moment just laughing as they held each other. Once they both quieted they sat down together on the sofa just enjoying each other's company.

“I’m sorry about yesterday by the way, I don’t like arguing with people, George just set me off I guess- but it didn’t give me a right to take it out on you, thank you for checking up on me Y/N” sincerity oozing from every word that passed his lips.

“Don’t worry about it Lando, but hey guess we’re both in George's bad books right now” she spoke solemnly, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Lando took her hands into his own as he noticed her anxiety bubbling.

“What happened?” he was honestly quite shocked at her words not believing that her and George could have a full blown fight.

“I hurt his feelings pretty bad- I was going on about how scared I was that someone might do too much digging now that the attentions on me and find out that we’re related, I guess it sounded like I resented being his sister and he stormed off slamming the door on me before I could properly apologise, he just can’t understand that I’m scared it will just make all my hard work amount to being an ‘F1 drivers sister’ and not be recognised for my own achievements” she sighed, squeezing his hand softly as she spoke.

“I understand Y/N and I think he will with time, I personally hope that he’ll get over us talking- especially after yesterday, he’s never been that pissed at me before” he chuckled lowly, thumb rubbing the back of her hand.

“He’ll get over it, he just doesn’t know how to react to me talking to anyone of the other gender without freaking out” she rolled her eyes as she recalled every time George had interrupted a conversation of hers, pulling her away from whatever guy she speaking to at the time before giving her a classic older brother lecture.

“Good to know- guess I’ll have to start sneaking around and seeing you in private ey?” winking at her jokingly but catching the way her face flushed in response. Cute

“It’s honestly not a bad idea though, that way we avoid any more media upset, you don’t have to worry about your identity and I don’t have to face the rath of your brother for simply just talking to you” Lando laughs nudging her shoulder as she giggled at his words.

“I like the sound of that Lando”

“So do I”

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thanks for reading <3

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leveloneandup · 2 days

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(Photo: Katelyn Mulcahy/Getty Images for Angel City FC)

Christen Press set to return to Angel City training

Christen Press is returning to Angel City FC training this week, the team announced on Monday. Press, who tore her ACL in June 2022, has had a lengthy rehabilitation process that included four surgeries. While she has been training individually for the past few months, her full return to the team’s training environment is set for Tuesday.

“My first day, I’ll do the warm up and the passing pattern with the team, but it will still be the first time I’ve done a legitimate passing pattern with a bunch of bodies on the field and checking angles, because it’s just been one-on-one training for two years,” Press told The Athletic on Monday. “We really are looking at — I got my first ACL surgery June 22 (2022), a week before that I tore my ACL — so really coming up on a two-year mark since the last time I played soccer, the last time I’ve been in team training. When I first told Angel City (about my return), I was thinking, let’s just keep it closed, let me come in on a day when no one’s going to be there and let’s just see how it is. Then I reversed, I changed my mind, because I was like, ‘Shoot, who knows how many milestones I have left to celebrate? Who knows what’s going to happen after this first team training?’ So if this is something we can all celebrate, let’s just go for it, because this journey has been really, really long.”

In January, Press spoke to The Athletic while still officially designated as having a season-ending injury. At that point, she did not have a firm timeline for her return, though she expected it to be at some point during the 2024 season.

“The first thing I need to do is get into training, but then I can get into games, then I can score goals, then I can have an outstanding season, then I can play on the national team again,” Press said. “I don’t have anything ruled out. But the most important thing for me right now is just the first step: getting back into training.”

With that first step now imminent, Angel City has not yet given an estimated return for Press in a NWSL match. The team is currently in 12th place in the standings through 11 matches played.

The timing also should prove a tough turn for Press to get herself into Olympics contention with the USWNT. New USWNT head coach Emma Hayes is expected to name the 18-player roster by the end of the month ahead of the final two send-off matches in July, but considering the depth of the forward pool and Press’ absence for two years, a return to the USWNT is far more likely to be a long-term goal.

“If you’re looking from a nine month perspective, I’m already past that right,” Press added on Monday. “A 9-12 month ACL perspective is not too far off, if we just look at my last surgery. But for whatever reason, I never really looked at the Olympics. With all the trauma of missing the World Cup, then watching the World Cup, then doing the show for the World Cup, I was like, I can’t do this again with the Olympics, because no matter how chill or zen I seem when I talk about it, there’s no way your mind can’t start doing the math, right? There’s no way. I’m like, ‘Oh, I’m not like every other athlete, I can handle this.’ Then I’ll catch myself in the middle of the night counting how many weeks I have left. You can’t stop that. You can’t stop the dreaming, and you want that. That’s part of it, but it’s also the torturous part of it, and the balance of trying to believe you can do something incredible hard and the balance of not getting too excited.”

#christen press #angel city fc #cp recovery #article

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mattsfavbigtitties · 3 days

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Pregnant w/Matt's Baby (Headcanons)

Warnings: Smut this time my boos, lots of fluffy, breeding kink, and a tiny bit of cussing.

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A/n: This is dedicated to my lovely @riowritesitall and i appreciate u so muccchhh for helping come up with these ideas my boo😘

- It was so exciting to see your first ever ultrasound of your baby, you just couldn’t wait! Sitting in the waiting room with Matt was so nerve racking you never thought you’d survive the teasingly short wait.

Once in the room and laying down you held onto Matt's hand while waiting for the sonographer to come in. “I feel the need to just run away Matty.” You tried to joke around and laughed a bit. Matt smiled softly at you and chuckled replying, “It’s alright baby, don’t be too nervous. We’ll finally see our little bean.”

The comment made your nerves calm down a bit as you breathed in and out slowly to regulate your heart. Soon after the sonographer finally came in and got the machines ready you were ready for the gel to be applied.

“Alright mama, are you ready to see your baby?” The doctor asked with an encouraging smile on her face. “Yep! Can’t wait.” You nervously laugh and Matt squeezes your hand to remind you he’s there for you.

“This will be a bit cold so don’t freak too much haha” She chuckled and went ahead and took the gel from the holder squeezing it at the bottom of your stomach. You flinch a bit at the sudden coldness and watch as she gets the camera stick thing to put on the gel. She spreads the gel while looking at the screen showing you where everything is.

You gasp loud when you see the little bean baby. “That’s my baby?” You whisper to Matt with a little wavering voice. Matt leans his arm around you in a slight hug(standing beside your bed) while both of you are staring at the screen.

“Yeah baby, aren’t they the cutest?” He whispers in your ear with a small sniffle. You hum in recognition, turning your face into his chest crying silently from seeing your baby. He rests his head on yours and smiles while continuing to stare at the screen.

- Telling the other 2 about the baby a day after the ultrasound^. You’re currently sitting the closest you can be to Matt without sitting ON him. You and Matt made Nick and Chris sit on their couch for a ‘family’ meeting.

The ultrasound photos in an envelope are clutched tightly in your hands. You know you had nothing to worry about the two boys would never have a bad reaction from the way they’ve talked about kids in the past.

“Well, are we just gonna sit here and collect dust or are you guys actually gonna say something.” Nick throws his hands up in desperation. Chris agrees with him making you sigh in exasperation and plunge the envelope into Chris’ arms which were the closest to you.

Nick goes silent with some suspicion written on his face side eyeing you two and watches Chris open the paper. Chris’ mouth drops open in shock and his eyes go straight to your stomach where you seemed to have moved your hands to in the meantime.

You and Matt both give him a nod with a sweet tight lipped smile in anticipation. Nick got antsy and felt a little left out there and ripped the envelope and what seemed to be pictures(?) out of his brother's hand.

“Oh my God..” One of Nick’s hands flew up to his mouth real quick. “This is amazing guys!!” Chris cut through the silence easily and jumped up to hug you tight. Which knocked Nick out of his shock and looked at you both with such admiration and a bit of disgust.

“Although I'm really happy about this, I just can't get that you two actually HAVE sex in this house out of my head to make this little turd in your tummy.” The joke made you sigh and laugh after he finally got up to pull you in a hug.

“Well thanks Nicky-poo I appreciate that.” You hug him back just a bit tighter than usual. You laid your head on his chest while he pat your head once then rubbed your back.

“You do know all the shit I'm gonna get you now right?” He said, making you laugh again.

- The first weird food cravings you get is when you’re in the second month of your first trimester. When your cravings began they started with small little things like adding in foods you’ve never liked and definitely worked their way up to the weirdest combinations fast.

The first time Matt saw you eat something you hated it was with mayonnaise. It was just a normal day hanging out with the triplets in their living room when you suddenly had the urge to eat a ham sandwich with mayonnaise. You’ve never eaten a single thing with just straight up mayo before around him.

So when Matt looked over at you when you said you were hungry and went to make something to eat he never once in his life expected you to whip out the mayo from the fridge.

He was so flabbergasted as he said “Babe? I thought you hated mayo?” with the cutest and most confused face and voice ever. It made you laugh quite a bit as you were a bit confused too until you realized what was happening.

The first weird combination you had was definitely the first of the worst if it was Matt's opinion. When Matt came into the kitchen to see you spreading some peanut butter on a piece of bread he thought you were making a pb&j, so he was pretty cool about it.

Until he saw the pickles next to the plate of bread. “Pickles too!?” He said in a disgusted voice with a crinkled nose. You giggled facing him with the knife in your hand, “Yeah baby, just got the craving.” And went back to making your peanut butter and pickle sandwich. Matt just made an ‘ugh’ sound with a dramatic shiver of his body and went to get in the fridge.

- You never noticed your little bump before, but one day when you were changing Matt saw it! It was early in the afternoon and you had decided to finally change out of your pajamas. Matt was currently playing fornite with his brothers on the computer, so you chose to sneak in quietly.

Of course you weren’t too quiet getting your clothes out of the closet as he asked what you were doing and if you were okay. “Yeah babe, just changing into actual clothes.” You reply with a snort. You hear him hum in response as you leave the closet with the clothes in hand.

Obviously this far into the relationship you were comfortable enough to change without turning your back to him. So when you started taking off your pants and shirt Matt glanced at you, sticking his eyes just a little longer on your stomach.

You pick up the shirt you chose off the bed pulling it over your head as you hear a small gasp from your lover. You look at Matt and see his mouth agape with aw.

“What is it?” You ask in confusion. He got up, placing his headphones on the desk and walking towards you. “Baby, have you not noticed yet?” He relished in his excitement. “No? What’s it Matty? Tell me.” You stamp your foot pulling your shirt down with a small whine.

Matt grabs your shirt and pulls it up with a contagious smile on his face, clearly excited for some reason you have no idea. He held one of your hands with his other to your tummy telling you to look down.

Your face lit up in happiness, see the tiniest of bumps right there on you. You gasp softly and smile brightly, “Oh my fucking God, this is so cute! My first ever baby bump coming in.”

“Yep my sweet baby girl. Both of my babies are so precious and pretty.” Matt chuckles and kisses you softly as you kiss back.

- It was a pretty chill day when you first felt the slight kick in your bladder. The swift kick made you jolt in place startling Matt who was next to you on the couch.

It all happened so quickly and forcefully you almost peed yourself and had to run to the bathroom. Mat called out for you asking if you were okay or needed anything, but all you were focused on was to see if it would happen again.

After finishing up wiping you stood in front of the mirror holding up your shirt intensely watching your tummy bump. A few seconds went by and they kicked again!

When Matt never got a reply he got worried and set his phone down speed walking to his bathroom. “Babe? You okay in there?” His gentle knock on the door snapped you out of your stare, sounding so worried you felt a bit guilty.

You left one hand holding your shirt up and used the other to open the door to face the cutest furrowed eyebrows ever. “I felt a kick, Matty!” You tell him excitement clearly in your voice. His eyebrows shot to the ceiling, “What?! Lemme feel.” He couldn’t hide his own excitement at all making you laugh a bit grabbing his hand quickly placing it on your bump.

“It’ll happen just wait a bit baby.” You say after a while of nothing. When they do kick again a few minutes later Matt feels it on his hand. “Oh my God, this is amazing baby.” He whispers with the largest smile on his face you’ve ever seen.

- Gender reveal party beginning of 3rd trimester. You had let Nick(and a little bit of Chris) plan everything for the gender reveal. The little rascal chose to make a small cookout with some fun games to play.

Since the baby was due in October he decided to make the theme halloween-y and bought a cute pumpkin cake with the color of the baby inside. You were so happy to see your closest best friend make such big plans for you. You had such a great time playing all the baby dedicated games and seeing all the stuff matts and your family got you for the baby.

Your favorite part(of course) was the big reveal! When Nick took the cake out of the fridge and sat it in front of you at the patio table. “It’s so cute Nick, thanks bro. We really appreciate it all, for real.” Matt squeezes your hand with his smiling at your equally bright grin.

“Yep! It’s all so adorable!” You squeal giving Nick a kiss on the cheek before he goes to sit beside Chris who was right next to Matt. “You better be! It was real hard work!” Nick points at you while failing to hold back his smile telling you it was one of his jokes.

“Alright! Let’s cut this bad boy open huh mama?” Matt holds the knife up for you to grab it with him. You place your hand on top of his and start to cut through the pumpkins eye.

After cutting the piece in a triangle you get antsy and wiggle in your seat. The knife went under the cake slice slowly pulling it out and onto the plate. Everyone starts clapping and shouting in happiness and congratulating you for the new baby boy!!

You squeal and jump up bringing Matt with you hugging him real tight. “I can’t believe it Matty! We’re gonna have a baby boy..” You sniffle into him, tightening your hands on his shirt holding him fit against you.

You felt his hand on your waist with the other rubbing the back of your head. “I know baby, isn’t it so exciting.” He places a kiss on your head as you hear a little sniffle too. “I know..” He whispers into your head resting his on yours while swaying you both side to side.

- Getting off the flight from Boston was definitely tiring to say the least. For your feet specifically. After all the standing around at Matt’s family house for your gender reveal, you were sure to feel it for days. They were hurting practically the whole flight, but you being you, never told Matt anything the entire way back.

Though when you did tell him in the car on the way to their house he’d made a big deal about it to you telling you he’d make sure to rub them when home. You were eternally grateful for said massage when finally home in Matt’s bed.

- More often than not these days you’ve been hornier than usual. So when one early morning Matt unsurprisingly awoke to you rubbing your ass on him. You heard him groan and grip onto your hips rutting his growing erection into your ass.

You bit your lip trying to keep quiet since you were currently in Matt’s bed at the triplets house. “You love making it difficult for me, don’t you baby” Matt whispered huskily into your ear while running his hand down your stomach to where your aching folds rest under your pink panties.

You hum in response and bring your own hand back towards his hips to his aching member pulsing in his boxers. It’s pretty amazing to you that in such little time you can make Matt’s dick hard as a rock.

You squeeze him and start teasingly rubbing him while he rubs between your lips to reach your clit. You turn your face to press your lips against his and moan into his mouth when he speeds up his fingers on your bud.

A few seconds go by and Matt starts to get fed up with the teasing and decides to get to it. He takes his mouth off yours and pulls off your hand only to take off his boxers along with your panties. You rest one of your hands under your pillow and the other on Matt’s hips to help line him up with your glistening hole.

He lifted up your leg to really get in there and to bring you impossibly closer to him. “You ready baby?” he gently asks you. When he sees you nod that’s all he needs to know before he pushes his dick head in slowly.

You moan softly, sounding like a sigh, at the full feeling when he’s fully settled inside. You hear him groan lowly from behind you still holding your leg up with a tight grip on your thigh. He rests his forehead on your nape and you feel his shaky warm breath against your hot skin.

“You can move now.” You whisper, squeezing his hip as a signal to keep going. You feel him move his head off your nape just to press gentle kisses to your shoulder as he starts moving his hips back.

You clench around him and get a stuttered hip in response. Once his tip is back at your entrance he waits a few seconds then sharply slams his hips in at full speed. You squeak loud and gasp at the pressure inside as your boyfriend continues to thrust in and out quickly.

You feel Matt let go of your thigh and instead put his hand around your stomach. He uses his other arm that was under your shoulder to put his hand over your mouth.

“You don’t want the guys to hear you, do you? Unless you wanna be heard by the whole world then I think you’d best be quiet huh?” Matt groans by your ear making you clench around him and moan in response opening your mouth to accompany his fingers.

He slows his hips as soon as he feels that tug in his stomach, pushing his fingers deeper in your throat. “Don’t you just look so pretty, all plump and round with our baby. Makes me wanna keep you pumped full of my cum everyday just to get you all big again.” He moves his hand from your mouth to clutch one of your boobs and reach his hand that wrapped around your bump to your clit once more.

You start rutting your hips up into his hand whining for more. Matt’s hips increase in speed like before as he bites into your shoulder. Your climax comes up fast and quick as you feel him penetrate in deep spots you’ve never felt and your legs begin to shake from the pleasure.

“Ohhh Mattyyyy, I’m coming~.” you gasp in between speaking as you feel him pull back from your shoulder. “Oh fuck babygirl. I’m coming too.” He breathes whispering loud enough for only you to hear.

His climax finally bursting inside you, squirting your insides with his creamy liquid. He halts deep in you and slowly pulls his member out, seeing all the cum seep out from your abused hole. All you could hear in the room was the heavy breathing from both of you.

You turn around to him to kiss him and lay your head on his chest. “I love you Matty.” You feel his chuckle from the movement and feel one hand rest around your wait and the other scratch your scalp.

“I love you too baby, now go to sleep, pretty lady.”

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chukys-mouthguard · 3 days

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8. “What are you wearing right now?” w/ Trevor Zegras

I love your work!!!

Prompt: “What are you wearing right now?”

Note: i actually got so excited to write this because i recently have watched a few videos with Trevor and his personality cracks me up, so i tried channeling it as best i could since im still not super familiar with him 😅🤞🏼thank you so much for the kind words, hopefully you love this as well!

“I am desperate for this road trip to end, ohhh my gosh.”

Trevor playfully groaned as you heard him unlocking the door to his hotel room, laughing as you rolled over in bed to plug your phone in after placing the call on speaker.

“So you can get home to see me right?”

You joked as you bit your lip, Trevor agreeing as he set his wallet on the table before plopping down on the bed. “Well of course! That’s actually the only thing getting me through this road trip. I keep dreaming about your world famous pancakes, oh baby I can’t wait to get some of those when I get home.”

“Trev, you’re the only person who has ever eaten my pancakes, not sure they are world famous.”

He laughed as he protested, “Not true, I travel the world and tell people, so they are most definitely world famous.” “If you wanna count Canada and the United States as the world, then it sounds good to me babe.”

The two of you sighed, almost in unison, as you both lay in bed staring at the ceiling. This road trip had been one of the longest Trevor had been on in awhile, and you were definitely missing him. In more ways than one.

The bed felt colder, bigger, without him sleeping next to you. The dinner table was more lonely. Watching your favorite shared trashy reality tv definitely wasn’t the same. Though you two would check in after episodes to debrief and be sure you both stayed up to date on things.

As you laid in bed thinking of Trevor, one of his tshirts covering your body, engulfing you in the smell of his cologne. You were tempted to see how much fun you could have with him.

“Hey Trev?”

“Hmm?”

He hummed a response as he laid in bed with his eyes closed, enjoying the sound of your voice as he intently listened.

“What are you wearing right now?”

His eyes shot open at your words, not expecting that to come out of your mouth in a million years. “Uhhhhhh, ummm.”

You slightly smirked at how flustered he’d become, though you weren’t entirely surprised. This wasn’t something you’d ever tried with him before.

“See, there’s a really funny story about what I’ve got on. But, I just, I don’t know if I can confess to it right now.”

Rolling onto your side you stared at your phone confused, wondering what the hell your boyfriend had on. “Yeah no you’re definitely gonna have to explain because what?”

The two of you were laughing as Trevor was growing red with embarrassment. “Okay, fine. So..John thought it would be a great idea for us to do one of those t-shirt exchange things for our team dinner tonight. And, god mine is awful! I don’t even know if I can tell you babe.”

The idea of John Gibson coordinating a t-shirt exchange for the team dinner had you practically in tears. It was nothing surprising from this group of guys, but you could only imagine some of the shirts they’d bought for each other.

Trevor continued on, telling you some of the shirts the other guys were stuck wearing, but the ping of a new text distracted you as you opened up a message from the culprit John Gibson himself.

The text was simply a photo of Trevor smiling, with two thumbs up in his t-shirt that read “Appreciate the little things” with an arrow pointing down at his crotch.

“Oh my god, well, John beat you to it and told me himself.”

Trevor couldn’t hold in his laughter as he heard you cackling into your pillow.

“It’s so bad! Like I had one of the worst shirts tonight, imagine how embarrassing that was to wear out!”

He groaned as you were finally reeling in your amusement.

“Maybe they are just jealous, or they didn’t want people to know what you’ve really got going on down there, so it was like a fake out.”

“Who freaking knows, but I think I need to burn this shirt. And the pictures, gotta burn the pictures.”

“Well, it looks like Caufield got his hands on it, so I’m not sure your efforts will be worth anything.”

Trevor cursed to himself at the thought of his best friend having the photo. Knowing instantly that it would be sent out in every group chat and plastered everywhere for anyone to see.

“Well, it was nice knowing you. Because if Caufield has that photo I am officially retiring and entering the witness protection program.”

“Trevor, don't be so dramatic! I’m sure it’s all gonna be fine.”

Another groan escaped his lips as you assumed he’d gotten a text or someone had posted a picture of him, not bothering to ask as to not make him feel any worse than he already did. Just letting him continue being a little dramatic, promising him world famous pancakes when he got home to try and lift his spirits.

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hotmessmaxpress · 2 days

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Mig/Bezz fake dating au, part 1

Celestino’s new girlfriend is a smokeshow. She’s absolutely far too sexy to be dating Celestino, but she’s clearly smitten with him. She laughs at all of his jokes, even the stupid ones that make Bezz cringe. They look at each other with stars in their eyes, and Cele talks to her like she’s a princess.

It makes Bezz sick.

He knows that Cele has never claimed to be anything but straight. Bezz genuinely has no reason to believe that Cele could be gay, or bisexual, or that he would be into him if he were gay. He can’t help but be jealous, though. He and Cele have been friends for so long, and they are on the same page on everything. Bezz knows that he knows Celestino better than his girlfriend, and he always will. They’d be so good together.

He isn’t sure what sparks the idea of trying to make Cele jealous, but once it’s in his head he can’t stop thinking about it. He thinks about it basically every time he sees Cele with his girlfriend, and he grits his teeth and thinks about what it would be like to have Cele look at him like that. If Cele just gave him a chance, they could be so happy.

The more he thinks about it the more a plan starts to form, and he begins thinking about who he could use to make Cele jealous. It would have to be someone that could make it believable; Bezz considers trying to find a stranger, but he knows he would feel too awkward to make the romance believable. Besides, the idea of using a stranger for something like this doesn’t sit right with him. It needs to be a friend; someone Bezz knows won’t catch feelings but who would feel comfortable pretending to have feelings for him.

Mig.

He texts him abruptly.

Mig’s agreement sends a thrill through Bezz. He knows that, despite Mig’s hesitations, he’ll make it believable.

Bezz invites Mig over to plan.

When Mig arrives, Bezz has to focus on staying calm. He’s just so excited at the idea of making Cele finally fall in love with him.

“Thank you for your service,” he says seriously, taking Mig’s hand as he comes in.

Mig looks incredulous.

“This is going to blow up in your face,” he warns.

Bezz huffs. “I know that you think that. But what if it doesn’t and he falls in love with me?”

Mig snorts. “Then I will officiate your wedding.”

Bezz thinks he’s kidding but he doesn’t care.

“Deal,” he says, seriously. “Now, we need to talk about the rules. We have to make it look real, or he’ll know what I’m trying to do and it won’t work.”

He drags Mig to the couch by his hand, and he sits right up next to him.

“We already spend a lot of time together,” he says. “We talk all the time. It won’t be hard to make it look like we’re really dating.”

Mig looks expectantly at him.

“We just need to talk about, um,” Bezz hesitates. “How far you’re willing to go.”

Migno gives him a flat look. “Are you asking me to put out?”

“No!” Bezz denies, spluttering as Mig finally breaks and laughs raucously at him.

Bezz flushes, elbowing Mig.

“No, I mean are you willing to kiss me? I know the point is to make Cele jealous but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Mig looks at him, grinning, and then launches himself at Bezz. He plants a kiss on Bezz’s mouth, and Bezz squeaks in surprise. Mig pulls away, still grinning.

“If I’m going to do this I’m going all in, baby,” he promises.

Bezz wonders for a moment what he has decided to get himself into.

Their first test of their fake relationship is a fairly easy task. It’s a regular day at the ranch, where they’ll spend most of the time riding anyway. Bezz finds himself nervous, though. He and Mig meet up and drive together, and Bezz is thankful that the bumpy road toward the ranch distracts him from some of his nerves.

“Don’t be nervous,” Mig says, reaching over to squeeze his leg. “It’s just a regular training day. Maybe you hold my hand for a bit. Maybe I grab your ass.”

Bezz snorts.

“Other than that, it’s a totally normal day.”

Bezz nods, taking a deep breath as he parks the car. He tries not to focus too hard on acting natural, knowing that will probably have the opposite effect. He knows he’s overthinking things, but he can’t help it. He is nervous to see what Cele’s reaction is. He takes their things out of the trunk, and he squeaks as Mig squeezes his ass.

He nearly bashes his head on the trunk as he whirls around, but there’s no one around.

“You need to calm down,” Mig asks. “Is that how you would react if we were really dating?”

Bezz huffs. “You wouldn’t do that if we were dating!”

Mig laughs.

“Yes I would! That’s why you need to relax. It’s going to be fine! Otherwise you’ll need to break up with me and it will be messy.”

Bezz finishes hauling their things from the trunk with a groan, giving Mig a severe look. Mig seems to feel a little glee at Bezz’s anguish and Bezz can’t help but stick his tongue out childishly.

“You asked for this,” Mig reminds him unhelpfully.

Mig continues to bother him as they carry their things into the changing room at the ranch, and Bezz finds himself relaxing. It’s normal to act this way with Mig.

Despite that, Bezz has to admit that he does a better job of pretending they’re dating than Bezz does. He doesn’t go overboard; he sticks close to Bezz’s side, and their normal banter takes on a flirty edge. He’s just a little touchier than normal, pressing their helmets together or taking his hand for a moment. When they’re all finished and showered and hanging around talking, Mig drags their chairs next to each other.

He leans over to whisper in Bezz’s ear.

“Put your arm across the back of my chair.”

Bezz’s brain short-circuits for a moment before he follows Mig’s directions.

Mig leans back against his arm, otherwise not calling attention to it. Still, Bezz sees Cele look curiously at their position, and Bezz takes it as a small victory. He lifts his hand to the back of Mig’s neck, and plays with the hair there.

He hears Mig stutter in his conversation with Luca, but otherwise the action is totally normal. Bezz finds that the repetitive motion has a calming effect on him.

It doesn’t occur to Bezz that others will think anything of their behavior until he locks eyes with Pecco, who looks pointedly at where his hand is wrapped in Mig’s hair, and he raises an eyebrow. Bezz can feel his face heat up, but he smiles and shrugs. Mig seems to notice, and he reaches over to squeeze Bezz’s leg.

Pecco doesn’t seem overly shocked, a fact that Bezz files away for later. He had thought they’d at least get some sort of reaction, and the longer they go on with very little fanfare the more he relaxes. Mig was right, and it’s not actually that different than they normally are.

By the time they’re ready to leave, Bezz is happily holding Mig’s hand. They’re laughing and joking as usual, and it’s comfortable and normal.

His eyes keep flickering to Celestino, but he unfortunately hasn’t been able to catch his eye. He’s a little disappointed that Cele hasn’t really reacted, and he wonders if he should step up the public affection next time. He asks Mig when they get in the car.

“We have to do it slowly,” Mig answers. “We can’t go from holding hands to humping each other, Bezz.”

Bezz guffaws.

“I don’t want to hump you! I was thinking maybe we kiss.”

Mig shrugs.

“Okay. Next time we are with Celestino.”

The next time they are out together as a “couple”, Celestino is not present. They are meeting Pecco and Domizia for dinner, and Bezz is surprised when Mig takes his hand.

“Unless you want to tell them we’re not really dating, we need to keep up the act,” Mig points out.

“Oh,” Bezz says. He hadn’t thought of that.

Mig holds the door open for him, and Bezz smiles and thanks him.

Pecco and Domi are easy to find, and Bezz is delighted to see her. He kisses both of her cheeks and steps out of the way for Mig to do the same. He glances over to see Pecco watching them carefully, and as he sits down he knows his face is red.

“So,” Domizia says, pointing her finger at Bezz and Mig, and looking at both of them in turn. “What is all this?”

Bezz grins sheepishly and shrugs. “It’s new,” he says.

“No it’s not,” Pecco says, and Bezz looks at him in confusion.

“Come on,” Pecco says, rolling his eyes. “This is the least shocking relationship development I’ve ever seen. You two have basically been married for years.”

Bezz stares at him, brain fully shutting down and waiting on a reboot.

“No we haven’t,” Mig protests.

“You basically have,” Domizia says, taking a sip of her wine. “You always drive everywhere together. Bezz is always falling asleep on you. You are always out together.”’

Bezz opens his mouth to argue that he’s far more married to Celestino, which is the problem, but his brain finally turns back on and he remembers that the goal is to make people believe they’re dating, not to argue about it. He forces a smile.

“It really isn’t that much of a change, is it?”

He makes eye contact with Mig, who seems a little shell-shocked by the casual manner with which Domizia dropped that bomb.

The rest of the dinner goes well, and Bezz is smiling when they get back in the car. Bezz drives, as always, and he reaches over to rest a hand on Mig’s thigh.

Neither of them brings up the comments Domi and Pecco made about this not being a surprise, and Bezz wonders if he’s imagining the awkward air between them. He specifically chose Mig for this task because he thought it would be the least awkward.

Bezz wants to break the silence but he doesn’t know what to say. Instead, he takes his hand off Mig’s leg and drives the rest of the way home in silence.

#bezz really came up with this plan without a single thought about how to execute it #mig is having too much fun at bezz's expense #pecco is like 'oh this makes sense'#bezz: starving for attention #everyone else: no one cares actually #marco bezzecchi #andrea migno #am16 #mb72 #fake dating au

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Okay, I know I said that Danny + dark crystal = Eldritch Danny reflex transformation, but this is separate from that. Let’s take a quick step back for a quick second, because I thought this was a good idea.

Danny accidentally touches Twilight’s dark crystal, or maybe he does it on purpose not realizing that’s the thing turning him into a wolf, and becomes a giant space bird. He could either be a raven, crow, or magpie, and here’s the explanation!

Raven or Crow: Ravens and crows are known as symbols of death or something like that, so that would be a reference to his status as a halfa. His dark wings would be perfect for glowing spots or swirls of colors like stars and distant galaxies on a clear night, and they wouldn’t really affect his hair color once he’s back to normal since the feathers are dark. Unless you want to add a few small random spots of white that eventually fade back to black.

This form would also have a ghost form, which looks pretty ethereal. The “living” form has dark feathers, eyes glowing like you took the moon, duplicated it, and put it in his eye sockets with a hint of blue, and several glowing white spots on the under-view of his wings. The ghost form has white feathers, eyes so dark that it looks as if light itself can’t escape it and somehow with a hint of green, and the white spots have turned black.

Magpie: I just noticed that when Danny had bird features in a lot of fan AUs, they’re usually magpie features, which I think is pretty cool! I mean, you can just switch the colors of the feathers when you go from “living” to “ghost”, and you get the best of white and black feathers in both forms! With this one, Danny could have a few stripes of pure white in his hair when he changes back, but his entire hair color doesn’t change like Legend’s did because his feathers were both black and white.

Both ideas could have a few of the same things. Here’s a list of them!

•White spots and streaks in the black feathers to resemble stars and comets, the patterns switching colors depending on which form Danny’s in.

•Under-view of the wings reflects the night sky, even during the day. Looks really odd in ghost form, though.

• ⬆️ Both ideas are for two reasons; To symbolize Danny’s obsession of space and blending in during night flights.

•While in his living form, Danny flies just like a bird. A giant bird, but still a bird, which is a bit of trial and error given how he used to fly. While in ghost form, his core does most of the work, but he can still use his wings to push himself even further.

•Living form eyes glow like the moon, ghost form eyes are dark like black holes.

•Eyes stay the same color? Blue in living, green in ghost.

•Danny is able to mimic sounds and voices just like a crow/raven/magpie. He has fun with it.

•Giant space bird form is 25 feet tall.

Scenarios with Corvid Danny!

•Twilight tries to calm Danny down, but after looking over himself and moving around a little, Danny actually gets excited and starts showing Twilight his new space wings. Danny will want to go back to normal sooner or later, but for now, he wants to stay in this form for a bit. Still, he knows the crystal belongs to Twilight, so he asks him if he can stay in the form for “a bit” to enjoy being a giant space corvid. Twilight was a little confused by Danny’s enthusiasm, but he agreed.

•Explaining it to the group. Twilight explains that the giant space bird is Danny, and when Sky offers to turn him back, Danny refuses and explains again that he wants to see what this form can do first. And then he shows off his space wings, because that’s his favorite part about the whole situation. He has no idea why his form is a giant space bird, but he’s not complaining! Twilight says that he’s letting Danny borrow the crystal for a bit, but there’s obviously going to be a few rules.

•Danny’s not allowed to go near civilization, he’s to avoid travelers, no flying too far, no fighting until he gets used to this form to avoid mishaps, and no jumping off cliffs to practice flying! Get down from there, space nerd!

•Danny carries them and lets them mess with his feathers as long as they don’t pull. I think Sky is most likely to ride on Danny’s back for fun and anyone can climb up onto his head to get a vantage point of the area, but who’s the first to actually ask? Danny suggested it, actually! He wanted the others to see the view he did and lowered his head, then told them to climb on. Then his lifted his head back up, slowly so he wouldn’t drop them, and let them watch the view with him.

•It’s snowing. The group can’t find shelter to get the fire started and they’re tired. Corvid Danny uses his wings to make a tent for them! His wings are really big to support his weight and size, so it worked! Oh, and don’t worry! The temperature wasn’t actually bad for Danny. 1; He has feathers. 2; He’s used to these temperatures and lower. 3; His ghost half.

•Danny practicing flying whenever he gets the chance. He picks up on it pretty quickly! Half of it is from closely watching normal ravens/crows/magpies flying and copying them, and the other half is trial and error.

•Normal corvids flock to Space Corvid Danny and talk to him. They think the strange, giant bird with wings like the night sky needs investigation, and they ultimately decide that he’s friend material!

•Space Corvid Danny copying all sorts of sounds and even the group’s voices. He thinks it’s really funny, and he’s right! The group asks him to copy certain things, sometimes to make fun of each other, and it’s great.

•Space Corvid Danny VS Big Flying Monster!!!

•Space Corvid Danny talking with Twilight about how much he loves learning to see the world in this new perspective.

•The Links spotting or even making constellations in his wings. He gets really hyped up about it, and if they’re making up new constellations, they’re now obligated to make up stories based off it with him!

•The others got “animal habits” or something from their forms, and so does Danny! What are these habits? Let’s brainstorm! Definitely developing a fondness for shiny things, but his space obsession urges him to organize it into a constellation or some other space related art project… That’s all I can think of. 🙁

•Space Corvid Danny going ghost would be pretty interesting! The night sky patterns being inverted would be quite the otherworldly sight!

•He 100% gets Wild to take a few pictures with his phone.

•Danny either going to Twilight and Sky and says he’s had his fun and is ready to turn back, or he’s asked for it back and he agrees. Then he hugs Twilight and thanks him for letting him have such a fun opportunity. Twilight thought it was interesting that Danny didn’t freak out and immediately search for a way to change back, but rather want to explore this new perspective.

•As I’ve said, if it’s a magpie, Danny could have a few stripes of pure white in his hair when he changes back, but his entire hair color doesn’t change like Legend’s did because his feathers were both black and white.

•He might get the chance to be Space Corvid Danny again someday. Who knows?

Little bonus bit!

•Sam and Tucker think that Danny’s Space Corvid form is pretty neat and ask if he can still become a ghost, and he happily shows off! They climb on him, go for a flight, mess around with mimicking sounds, and overall have a great time together. Some of the Links think it’s sweet.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #linked universe #linked universe sky #linked universe legend #linked universe twilight #linked universe time #linked universe x danny phantom #linked universe wind #linked universe wild #linked universe four #linked universe warriors #Danny phantom x linked universe #space Corvid Danny

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suashii · 5 hours

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— 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝒸𝓀 ౨ৎ

miya atsumu x reader. 0.8k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ papa!atsumu ﾉ repost!

a/n: another drabble for father's day — atsumu's turn! here's kuroo's version if u wanna give it a read :3

in the dead of night, something is making noise.

at the muffled racket, atsumu shoots up with a start. he’d blame it on his years of being a father, but during moments like these, atsumu is glad that he’s become a light sleeper. he turns to his right to see if you too had heard the noise, but you’re still sound asleep. after spending nearly an entire day with the kids, he can’t say he’s surprised to see that you’re out like a light.

tossing the comforter aside, atsumu stands up. his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness as he makes his way to the bedroom door. slowly—quietly—his hand takes a hold of the knob, pulling it towards him. the first thing he notices is that the door across from yours is open. he definitely closed it on his way out after putting the kids to bed. panic floods his chest at the thought of an intruder in his children’s bedroom, but the feeling quickly subsides once the strange noise returns. because it isn’t a strange noise, it’s a small voice—two small voices.

“help me!”

“shh! you gotta be quiet.”

atsumu steps out of the room, quietly padding down the hallway. he stops just before the kitchen and right out of their sightline to get a look at the show. the two have dragged a chair from the table and positioned it in front of the counter. as her brother holds the chair steady for her, the little girl climbs up on the piece of furniture. it makes atsumu anxious to see them so comfortable with the lousy set-up, but he’s more than ready to jump into action if it even looks as though she’s losing her balance.

“i can’t reach,” she pouts. her eyes find their way to the counter as if she is considering climbing on it.

“move, i got it.”

“no, i want to.”

“just move,” the boy tugs at the girl’s pajama shirt.

“no!”

atsumu’s first instinct is to chuckle at how quickly they turn from partners in crime to adversaries (it reminds him of another set of twins), but it’s better that he puts an end to their bickering before the two get into it further and someone ends up hurt. atsumu clears his throat to gain their attention.

their heads whip in his direction, two pairs of wide eyes identical to his own staring back at him.

“what are you rascals up to?”

“nothing,” they say in unison.

“really?” atsumu uncrosses his arms and makes his way over to the twins. “because it looks like you’re trying to get into the snack cabinet.”

he holds his arms out to his daughter. with a sigh, she grabs onto him so he can safely lower her down from the chair. the kids stand beside each other—obviously not too happy that they were caught. he wonders if this was the sight his mother was met with when he and osamu got into any sort of trouble.

“so, were you?” he questions. of course, he already knows the answer.

“maybe,” the boy confesses.

“only ‘cause we didn’t get one after dinner,” his sister quickly adds.

after telling you and atsumu how excited they both were to have received holiday treats in school, you both decided that they could go without their regular after-dinner snack for a night. he wonders just when the two of them started formulating this little plan of theirs. the smart little things even knew to wait until they thought you and atsumu were asleep.

“well, you already brushed your teeth for the night and it’s late, so you can’t have any sweets now.” both of the faces before him are painted with dejected frowns. he’s never liked seeing their lips turned downwards, but he has to be firm with this. though, that doesn’t mean he can’t strike a negotiation.

“but if you go back to bed now and don’t cause any trouble tomorrow, you both can pick out two snacks after you eat dinner.”

their eyes light up with joy at the thought of extra sweets. they don’t need long to think about accepting the deal. they turn on their heels, ready to return to their beds, but atsumu grabs both their hands before they can run off too soon. “one more thing.”

they stop in their tracks, seemingly exasperated that he isn’t allowing them to hold up their end of the deal. atsumu squats down to their level, each of his hands resting on top of their heads.

“promise dad you won’t go climbing chairs on your own anymore. it’s not safe.”

the kids turn to look at each other before nodding their heads. “we promise.”

“good.” he scoops them both into his arms. they’re getting so big but atsumu won’t let that stop him from carrying them around like they’re still tiny, like they’re still the little babies he brought home from the hospital all those years ago. he plants a kiss on each of their cheeks. “now let’s get you gremlins back to bed.”

thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: haikyuu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #atsumu fluff #haikyuu fluff #atsumu drabble #haikyuu drabbles

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salemlunaa · 3 days

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hi sai!! i just realized im really scared to "try" for the i am state because im really scared to "fail". ive known about it for years and tried a good hanfdul of times. i just feel stupid and frustrated because its taking so long. i just need to trust myself, right?

@littlelittlebear

please don’t be scared to fail my love. the void is apart of manifesting which is apart of law of assumption, use the law in your favour. The law isn’t a belief, it’s LAW it cannot fail it can never fail. ever. So what your dominant thoughts are aligned with will come into fruition and that can never fail. If you just trust yourself, KNOWING you can’t fail at the void, you won’t. Please do not give up.

And don’t pay too much attention to the “time you’ve wasted”. Because it isn’t real and could change at the snap of a finger, like it could happen right now if you just decide. And don’t feel stupid, because you aren’t love. You’re allowed to feel drained but don’t beat yourself up too much about your void journey.

You don’t need to be scared to fail, because you will never fail as long as you believe you won’t, i’m so excited FOR you, to get your dream life because i don’t think you can do it, i KNOW you can because you’re a god. The void is in you, don’t be scared of what’s in you, you will never fail something that has been inside of you since you came to exist, your desires and the void are owed to you. So go get your dream life, i’m 1000% you’ll do it, it’s yours, it is guaranteed. Trust yourself. 💋🩵

#law of assumption #permashifting #shiftblr #shifting #loa #reality shifting #success story #the void #void concept #void state

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well!!!

I just read your Adam x Lucifer’s son fic and I loved it a lot more than I thought I would going in (that sounded really backhanded but I definitely don’t mean it that way 😭)

I was thinking of a part 2 that takes place literally just a few minutes after the 1st, Lucifer basically gave Adam a few… let’s say corrective love taps. And now the reader is patching up his now bruised face. Reader try’s to make Adam feel better by complimenting him and flirting with him. (I know damn well Adam is such a hoe for genuine affection like-)

Cut to Lucifer sitting across the room eyeing you both, now realizing that his son is in love with THE FIRST MAN and Adam is ALSO in love with his son. To put it simply, he is kinda freaking out. He now refuses to leave them alone together for the rest of the day, and also the unseeable future! He starts listing the reasons why the Reader should very much not being dating Adam. (Would be funny if he also mentioned the age gap as if he didn’t date a newly born woman as a who knows how old Angel LMAO) And Adam is like “Bitch, I’m am literally right the fuck here.”

Lucifer is just really activating his overprotective dad mode. That is… until Charlie really needs his help with something for the hotel. He eventually (albeit reluctantly) agrees to leave to help because he thinks “I’ll be quick, it’s just what? 5 minutes? And I’ll be in the room just a few doors down!”

He leaves and Adam, who for some motherfucking reason, can’t stop thinking about all the things Lucifer said to you about him and starts thinking ‘Maybe he’s right’ and starts just getting in his head about it

Reader finishes up patching his face and can tell he’s thinking about what Luci said. He reassures him that he loves no one else but Adam and that what his dad thinks is irrelevant. Reader gives Adam a kiss before asking. “Anyways, you ready to go?”

“The fuck you mean? Go where?

“I mean… how else are we going to finish what we started?”

And the was one of the first times the reader managed to make Adam flustered. Needless to say, Adam and the reader weren’t there when Lucifer returned. Much to Lucifer’s anger.

Nah man ur good, I wasn't the biggest fan at first too but y'know, it's kinda cute. Also u didn't specify anything about Reader and Adam having sex so I kept this SFW, my inbox is temporarily closed but if ya want a sequel that's basically just smut, lemme know once my inbox is open again!

Part 1

My lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you

“Was that really necessary, dad?” you grumbled as you pressed a ball of cotton against Adam’s lip - Adam’s bleeding lip. Lucifer hadn't been too fond of the view he had been greeted with when entering the room. The brunette’s bottom lip was split open, his nose was bleeding and his eye was slowly turning black again. Adam had just recovered from the stabbing injuries Niffty had caused and now he was covered in bleeding wounds once again. A thing that surely did surprise you and that you wanted to look deeper into once the situation was less tense, was the fact that Adam’s blood was still golden. His blood had remained pure and angelic and while you partly understood why, it did make you curious.

Adam hissed in pain as your fingers gently traced along his nose, checking if it was just bleeding or if it was broken - Adam was lucky because your father had actually managed to break the former angel’s nose.

Lucifer was sitting on an armchair across the room, watching the gentle touches his son offered Adam, he didn’t like that they got along and he hated that they seemed so in love, so all over each other. Lucifer knew Adam, well that wasn’t entirely true. Lucifer had known Adam once, back in Eden when everything had been so new and exciting for pretty much everybody. Back then Adam had been a kind and loving soul, but that soul was no longer comparable to the man that was sitting on his son’s bed, bleeding divine blood onto the covers while his son basically sat in Adam’s lap and took care of the injuries.

“Yes, it was necessary, someone needed to teach him a lesson,” Lucifer answered your question, sounding quite bitter. And partly you were able to understand your father, he had history with Adam - history that did not end well at all but the man whose lap you were sitting on seemed almost innocent. You were very aware that Adam was the last person to describe as innocent and sweet though.

“My poor angel,” you hummed as you leaned in a little closer, carefully stopping the bleeding of Adam’s nose before inspecting the broken bone a little closer - it was nothing you couldn’t fix, that was for sure. It would heal just fine, it just needed time. With gentle hands you cupped Adam’s face and kissed his stubbled chin, causing the brunette to shiver lightly. Adam was not used to gentle touches, yes, he had been spending quite some time with you ever since his people had left him behind, but that didn’t mean he got used to affectionate touches like those you offered him - that didn’t mean he disliked them, quite the opposite was the case, he lived for your gentle touches and soft words. You somehow always found something to praise the brunette for.

Adam hummed in agreement, nodding his head lightly to underline the sound. “Don’t you worry, I’ll fix you up in no time,” you added, satisfied that there was no more blood dripping from Adam’s nose.

Lucifer growled from where he was sitting, not pleased with how close you were to Adam’s face - well, actually he wasn’t pleased that you were close to Adam at all. You shot your father a glare over the brunette’s shoulder. “You’re responsible for his injuries so shut up,” you hissed at the blonde king.

The king of Hell simply rolled his eyes at your words, “Yeah, well you shouldn’t be dating Adam - date whoever you want, I don’t care if they’re female, non-binary or male, just don’t date him.” Lucifer pointed towards Adam who seemed not very happy about how lowly Lucifer spoke about him. Sure, they had their issues with each other, but why was it such a big deal to the blonde that the first man and the prince of Hell had a thing for each other?

“Y’know, first of all he’s a maniac, he literally used to kill our people,” Lucifer started to list reasons why you should stay away from the brunette, you could only raise an eyebrow at your father, “Oh our people? The people you ignored for only God knows how long? Those people you’re supposed to rule but instead of doing so you simply let them rot?” You felt how the first man’s hands came to rest on your hips, gently patting them signaling you that he liked your answer. Lucifer huffed.

“Okay what about the fact that he’s manipulative and controlling?” The blonde king tried again, nodding his head towards Adam. “Dad,” you said, looking at Lucifer, you seemed quite unimpressed by his words, “Mom’s book is trash, Adam was told to keep Lilith on a leash, he was supposed to look out for her and stop her from being absolutely self destructive and reckless.”

The blonde king tried it yet again, his problem was not that Adam was a man, his problem was that Adam was Adam, “Okay but what about the age gap? He’s like so much older than you are, sweety,” you cringed at the nickname your father gave you and playfully slapped Adam’s chest as you felt a chuckle vibrating through his body. “Says the guy who fucked the first woman a couple days after her fucking creation,” Adam huffed, turning his head around to face Lucifer.

The short king was about to argue yet again, but Charlie interrupted him by opening the door without knocking, something that was very unlike her since she valued privacy. Your sister’s eyes watched you and Adam for a moment, she shot you a quick, reassuring smile before heading towards your father, who was still sitting in that stupid armchair, observing you and Adam like the both of you were little children.

“I’m sorry for bursting in without knocking,” Charlie apoligzed, sounding quite stressed about whatever was going on elsewhere in the hotel, it wasn’t that you cared all that much. Not when you were seated in Adam’s lap and Charlie was a great distraction for Lucifer’s sharp eyes. “Don’t sweat it, dollface,” Adam simply responded, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, “You’re not the fucking first, seems to be a fucking family issue you have there.” Your sister spun around in confusion, frowning at the first man who simply rested his chin on your head and grinned at her. “Uh… yeah… no, what I came here for is actually,” the blonde girl turned back towards the king of Hell, “Dad, I really need your help.”

Lucifer shook his head, nodding towards you and Adam, “I can't leave them alone sweety.” Charlie glanced over at how you were seated in Adam's lap, patching up the wounds your father had caused. The blonde girl sighed, then returned her attention to Lucifer who was still watching you and the brunette very closely. “It's urgent, Valentino-” at the name of the pimp Lucifer perked up, he knew Valentino meant no good and the fact that Charlie was mentioning him in context with the fact that she needed his help with something only made it worse in his eyes. “I think I can spare a few minutes to deal with Valentino,” Lucifer grumbled, not exactly happy leaving you with Adam, yet he knew his daughter wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

He got up from the armchair, twirled his cane and tapped it on the floor once it was right side up again. “Let's make this quick.”

You watched as your father and your sister left the room to deal with said Valentino problem. As soon as the door fell shut you stopped hiding the grin and looked up at Adam, who seemed to be thinking about something - most likely all the harsh words your father had said. A small sigh left you as you cupped Adam's face once again, looking deeply into struggling golden eyes. “Don't take his words to heart he's… a little overprotective when it comes to his youngest son,” you hummed at Adam, the grin on your lips turned into a soft smile as you caressed Adam's cheek with your thumb. “Besides, we have to get going before he comes back.”

The brunette frowned at your words, his concern about all the things Lucifer had said was replaced by confusion, “Get going? Where the fuck do you wanna go?” You glanced to the door, then back at Adam. The first man followed your eyes and the confusion cleared up rather quickly. “Somewhere where we can continue what we started without dad interrupting us.”

When Lucifer returned to your room only five minutes later the room was empty. Nothing had changed except for the fact that Adam was no longer sitting on your bed with you in his lap. Lucifer cursed under his breath and just as he was about to go seek for you and the first man, he heard moans coming from one of the other rooms, those soft sounds of pleasure caused the devil to stop in his tracks immediately.

The moans echoing through the hotel came from Adam.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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basilone · 3 days

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for the one word prompts... here to request "surprise" with... imogene and rosie? x - @softspeirs

Thank you so much, @softspeirs, for sending me this! I'm sorry it took a day and an age to fill. 😅 But I hope this will be a good treat for you and the rest of us Rosie-lovers!

swear I thought I dreamed you

The base has been abuzz since the early morning hours.

It’s no longer a surprise to Imogene when this happens. It seems that every so often there is news that cannot remain behind closed doors for long, which spills out onto the grounds and travels all the way to the hardstands. When there is a new shipment, the ground crew’s preparations are always observed by several members of different flight crews. When there are new girls coming in, either as flight crew or as Clubmobile hopefuls, it’s got Tatty up in a tizzy so much that Imogene’s got no hopes of keeping up with her.

Lately, there’s been other news too. About two fronts moving ever closer to Berlin, meeting up and interlinking at last. About guys being smuggled out of Europe, back to the States. About camps being liberated, even, which seems to Imogene like something one might only be able to do at the end of a war. When you’re winning – if you still know what victory looks like – and very close to bringing all the living home.

She’s not sure what the buzz is about this time. She’s been up since before dawn, because Darlene had gotten it into her head that she wanted to check on another plane in the middle of the night. Darlene’s been doing that a lot lately – checking once, then checking again – and Imogene doesn’t really have the heart to ask her outright why she’s avoiding Meatball this much. Whether it’s to do with DeMarco, who’d confided to Imogene he wants to marry Darlene after the war, or with Lottie, who’d been curled up around Meatball in utter misery for the better part of a week or two before crashlanding in Europe herself.

Imogene sighs. Casts a critical glance at Meatball, who’s looking mighty sorry for himself just outside the Clubmobile wagon. Just last week, some farmer had stopped by to complain that Meatball had somehow gotten his dog pregnant. Bloody chicken thief, the man had snarled to Imogene’s barely contained laughter. Always sticking himself into trouble, that one, miss. She’d almost replied just like his owner, because Benny DeMarco had been rather fond of inserting himself in complex situations too, but had thought the better of it once the kids had begun yelling excitedly about puppies.

“You know what you did, mister,” she tells the dog all the same, biting back a smile when Meatball’s guilty look increases tenfold. “Chasing after chickens, getting a lady dog pregnant, acting like you are above the law”– really, she’s almost convinced that week with Lottie made the dog worse –“doing things that would make a regular fellow lose his rank over here real quick. You’ve been demoted, Sergeant Meatball.”

She chuckles to herself as she busies herself with the next round of coffee. Soon enough, the base is going to calm down enough to remember that they would very much like a cup of that. Imogene had opted to stay behind – waving Tatty and Helen and the rest of the girls out, saying she’s got it covered – because, well, there’s not going to be much of anything new. It’ll be another crew coming in, or another young man bailed out by another country’s resistance, or a new shipment that will be enough to end the war for now. Someone needs to provide the fresh coffee in light of all that excitement, which…

Imogene swallows thickly. Her eyes sting a moment as she attempts to recall where on earth Helen put the milk this morning. She struggles to recall Helen’s breathless excitement, with the little nods to their actual work hidden beneath a layer of joy that Imogene can’t bring herself to feel right now. By all rights, she should have stepped away from the coffee too. Shouldn’t have thought she could just be on her own with this, not when this was always something she shared with one man in particular. Early morning coffee. Sometimes a long conversation. Sometimes just the regular thank-you and a joke, with his smiles crinkling at his eyes and her feeling giddy for the rest of the morning.

Don’t get attached. It’s something she tells the new girls every time, even when some of them have their hearts set on not listening. For the love of God, smile at them all you like and flirt if you must but don’t start thinking this is going to last. Because it doesn’t, really, not when so many of these men fade away in the skies over Europe never to be seen again. You can’t afford the heartbreak when you’ve got a job to do. And that’s why she’s here, scrubbing out coffee pots and trying to remember where the milk went, busying herself with work while the rest of the base seems beside itself with excitement. She could miss the end of the war like this, for all she knows, and it’d still not feel like a relief to have it be over. It won’t stop the ache in her chest.

“Shush, Meatball,” she admonishes as the dog begins to yip and howl just outside the door. “Damn huskies and your yelling,” she mutters when Meatball’s high-pitched sounds turn into whines, “always got something to say, don’t you, just like DeMarco could never shut up a day in his life once he got excited… Will you please stop?!”

“Sorry,” comes a new voice, just behind her. She’d just as soon think Meatball had started talking – and she had lost the last of her marbles – except… except she knows this voice. “I think he can smell all the food on me.”

She drops the towel, and the pot, and forgets all about the milk. Takes a deep, shuddering breath – hands flat on her work station, heart thundering through her chest – before she’s got the heart to turn around.

The noise that escapes her when she sees him is enough to put Meatball to shame.

“Rosie,” she whispers, bridging the gap between her work station and the door within seconds. “Rosie, is that really… Oh, it is you”– and she is crying now, unable to swallow back tears the way she’s been doing for weeks –“it really is you!”

His arms wrap around her as soon as she embraces him. His chuckle lands warm in her ear, reverberating through his chest until she can’t tell if she’s hearing his laughter or his heartbeat. Her hands are creasing his uniform, folding around his jacket, and she’s crying still because it feels like hugging someone who came back to life. Because this is Rosie, voice shushing her but not admonishing her over her tears, arms tightening around her like he’s okay with her never letting go.

“Hello Imogene,” he murmurs, lips moving against her hair. “Spare me a cup?”

She sniffles loudly at the familiar question. “Yeah, of course, I’ll make you something fresh,” she replies, voice a little muffled through his jacket. “Didn’t… Didn’t think…” Didn’t think I’d see you again, she almost says, even though they’ve been told he survived his crash in Berlin. Imogene dabs at her eyes as she leans back a little. “H-How was Russia?”

Rosie’s eyes crinkle into a smile. “Did you know you’re the first to ask?”

“Am I really? What, no debrief for the Major?” she replies, feeling slightly flustered because she went and called him Rosie instead of Major like she should have done earlier. “You’ve flown all this way, surely someone thought to ask?”

“They asked plenty.” His hands linger on her shoulders. “But nobody asked how it was, not really,” he muses out loud, one thumb rubbing circles on the spot where she mended her uniform at least thrice. “They like to sing. Their jokes are worse than DeBlasio’s”– impressive, considering how often she has seen Stella Lombardi bury her head in her hands in mock agony lately –“and they really do drink vodka like water. They were very kind to me.”

“I have heard,” she says, stepping away from his touch with some difficulty, “that their women actually hold your rank, Major.”

“Some do. It’s… different from here.” A shadow passes over his face. Colors his eyes with darkest midnight. “All of them would fight to the death rather than become prisoners. I… I have begun to understand why.”

Imogene sucks in a breath when the shadow somehow lingers in his gaze. “Major… Rosie,” she says, feeling woefully out of her depth, busying herself with the coffee brew so she won’t have to look at him, “you are not in that place. You are not fighting for your life in this moment with me, unless you think my coffee will knock you on your ass.” She snorts at the thought. “You’re just here with me, okay? I know that isn’t much in the gra–”

“It is,” he interrupts. “After… I…”

“What?” she asks, turning to find his gaze has moved to the floor.

“I kept thinking I needed to remember all of it. Not because it was so important,” he says wryly, mouth curving up into the semblance of a smile, “but because you weren’t there to see it. And I wanted to… to come here.” His eyes meet hers. “Tell you all about it over coffee.”

She smiles. “I’ve got time.”

“Good, because I can’t find the words,” he quips, eyes crinkling into a smile that doesn’t fully warm his face.

“What’s this? Major Rosenthal, lost for words?” she teases, fingers tapping on the table now that she’s waiting for that coffee to finish brewing. “That’s all right. I don’t think I’m much for grand conversation. Still recovering from the surprise that’s you walking in after so long.” Her laugh is a little bit sheepish. “I’m sorry about hugging you, sir.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re n-not?”

Her fingers stop tapping only because his hand finds hers. “Imogene.”

Her eyes fill anew with tears. She lets out a shuddering breath as he squeezes down and interlaces his fingers with her own. “R-Rosie,” she hiccups, wiping at her cheek with her other hand. “I just missed you loads. That’s all.” She braves a smile. Always keep that smile going, even when you feel like falling apart. “I really, really missed you.”

“And I you. So, no, Imogene, I’m not very sorry about that hug.”

“Okay,” she chuckles, “I’m not really sorry either. But it would be considered improper, of a sort. Not that anyone on this base still cares about that, what with the many love affairs happening, but…” She inhales sharply. “I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of floozy.”

“A floozy,” he laughs, now, rich and amused warmth coloring his tone. “Not a word I’d ever think of when it comes to you.” His voice lowers into a conspiratorial whisper. Light dances in his eyes. “And I think about you all the time, you know.”

Imogene glances down at their intertwined hands. Decides she won’t pinch herself, not today, not over something that feels like a liminal space between dream and reality. She is going to take this on faith. Belief got her this far – belief in something better, belief in him – and courage might give her the rest.

“You’ve never left my mind,” she whispers back, and lets her forehead come to rest against his. “Not for a single second. Never. You’re always the first person I look for in the morning.”

“You’re the last person I want to see,” he murmurs back, lips brushing her cheek before his breath fans out warm over her mouth, “before I fall asleep.”

“Ro–”

His mouth slots over hers so gently she muffles a cry against his lips. Warmth spreads through her when his hand brushes her cheek before coming to rest on the side of her neck. And he’s pulling away, except she doesn’t let him, except her mouth finds his again before he can move away, except she wants to kiss him and not come up for air for a long time. He’s laughing – she’s kissing his smile, the corners of it – and she’s laughing too – nudging affection against his skin any way she can – and it feels like nothing else on earth when his arms wrap around her and pull her close again.

Home, she muses, like love – and she knows that’s what this is – is where my heart is.

#masters of the air #mota #mota fic #mota oc #rosie rosenthal #oc: imogene #with a Meatball appearance for funsies #basilonewriting

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this for subby!bucky 😵‍💫

There’s nothing hotter than a man moaning his way through a make out session and grinding his hard-on against your body, idgaf. Men moaning in general fucking floors me 😵‍💫

But I really like the thought of him starting off thinking he's in control of himself. Not necessarily in control of you, he just thinks he's pretty composed, all things considered. The featherlight kisses have his heart beating just a little faster than normal but it's manageable.

It all just gets away from him though. The tiny pecks turn into tender, deeper kisses and your hands start to wander. Those kisses inevitably develop into a kind of frantic passion that he has difficulty keeping up with. His brain goes a little foggy and nothing else matters except getting more of you and getting it now.

He loses himself in the feeling of you so entirely that he hardly notices he's been trying to ease the throbbing need in his own cock. "O-oh fuck." He groans, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lips slick and dick twitching in his pants.

"We can go slower if this is too much for you, baby." You whisper softly, keeping your face close to his. God, he's beautiful like this and you know he'd whimper if you told him that.

"No, God. I don't need you to go slower. I need more." There's no shame in those blown out pupils when his eyes flutter open. He's not embarrassed by his own need. Instead, there's a complete trust that you'll take care of him because you always do. There's no judgement or reservation between you both because there simply doesn't need to be.

"I can do that." You laugh quietly, tugging him towards you so your lips can crash together with the exact same intensity as before and it never fails to amaze you that he melts into your touch so entirely.

You feel how hard he is and in truth, it would be difficult not to given how he's grinding it against your body with more purpose than before. His mouth is so hungry, never managing to taste enough of you and in no time, it's trailed down your neck, sucking at your skin while his frantic grind continues.

"Good boy, Buck. That's it, rub yourself silly on me." You encourage, drinking in his pathetic groan. That permission almost makes him wish he could cum in his pants.

"You're like a puppy, aren't you? So eager. You just can't help yourself." Your hand drifts downwards, rubbing over the bulge in the front of his sweatpants and you feel him absentmindedly thrusting into your touch. He's a moaning mess, babbling and begging, lost the lust that's now making the fingertips of his flesh hand tingle and his head spin.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #sub!bucky #One more minor inconvenience today #is quite possibly all it would take #for me to burst into tears #Just one #i had an idea stuck in my head all day for some angsty poetry #And I wrote it and it was even more fucking tragic than I expected #over something that I'm literally not even sad about #it just has a lot of potential to be something that someone else in the same situation might be sad about?#So idk where it all came from #And now I can’t go to something I was really excited about #bc it’s over my mum’s 50th birthday #i think I’m just going to lie in bed and not move for the rest of the night #Maybe if I lie still enough I’ll dissolve

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