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Perfectly Imperfect

Summary: Y/N and Harry share a quiet, intimate evening, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. When Y/N tells him she’s ready, Harry treats her with endless patience and love, making sure she feels safe every step of the way. Though the moment isn’t perfect, it’s theirs.

A/N: My loves!! 🥹💗 This one is so soft and intimate, and Harry is just the sweetest, most patient angel!! I wanted this to feel real, full of love, trust, and tenderness. As said in this request. I hope it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy!! Thank you for reading, and sending you all the biggest hugs!!

Word Count: 3,8k

Warnings: 

Explicit sexual content

Loss of virginity

Pain/discomfort during sex – Mention of initial discomfort, burning sensation, and difficulty adjusting.

Tears/emotional intensity

Blood mention – Small amount of blood described.

Consent-focused interaction – Constant verbal check-ins and reassurance.

Aftercare – Detailed care and comfort post-intimacy.

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The evening was slow, unhurried in the best way. The kind of night where the outside world melted away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in the golden glow of soft lamplight and the warmth of each other's presence.

Harry’s apartment felt impossibly cozy, plush cushions, blankets piled on the couch, the distant hum of a carefully curated playlist filling the quiet spaces between their words. The scent of something faintly sweet lingered in the air, remnants of the dessert they had shared after dinner. A movie played on the television, the volume low, but neither of them were really paying attention.

Y/N was curled up against Harry’s side, her legs tangled with his, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over his forearm. It was such a simple touch, but it meant everything. She could feel his steady breathing, the occasional squeeze of his fingers against her thigh, the way his thumb ghosted back and forth over her skin in a rhythm that felt instinctual. She felt safe. And that was what mattered most.

The thought had been lingering in her mind for days, maybe weeks—long enough for it to take root, for it to grow into something more than just a fleeting idea. At first, it had been just that: a thought, a possibility that she had entertained but wasn’t quite ready to act on. But things had changed. Harry made her feel different.

It wasn’t just the way he touched her, though that was part of it—the way his hands never wandered without purpose, how he always seemed to ask permission without words. It was the way he looked at her, like she was something to be cherished, something precious. It was the way he spoke to her, soft and patient, never pushing, never demanding.

And that’s how she knew she was ready.

The words formed in her throat before she could second-guess them. Soft, hesitant, but certain.

“I think I’m ready.”

She felt the way Harry stilled beneath her. Not tense, not alarmed, just still. He processed her words in real time, a slow blink, a small inhale, before shifting to look at her fully. The flickering light from the television cast delicate shadows over his face, but she could still see everything—the concern in his eyes, the way his brows twitched like he was about to ask a million questions at once but held himself back.

His fingers found her cheek, brushing along the curve of her jaw, tilting her chin just enough that she couldn’t look away. “Yeah?” His voice was barely above a whisper, a careful thing.

Y/N swallowed, nodding. “Yeah.”

Harry’s thumb ghosted over her bottom lip. “You’re sure?”

She could hear the weight behind his words. He wasn’t asking for reassurance for himself—he was giving her an out. An opportunity to change her mind, to take a step back if she needed to. There was no rush, no expectation. She didn’t hesitate. “I want this. With you.”

A slow breath left Harry’s lips, his shoulders deflating, like he had been bracing for something else. His fingers curled around her cheek, his palm warm and grounding. He studied her for a moment longer, searching for any flicker of doubt, anything that would make him pause. But all he found was certainty. He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “Okay, love.”

There was a pause, a shift, like something in the air had changed between them. The unspoken tension from earlier—the one that had settled between their bodies, lingering just out of reach—was now tangible.

But this time, it wasn’t uncertainty. It was anticipation.

Harry let the silence stretch between them. His fingers traced along her jaw, slow and reverent, his gaze never wavering. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and it wasn’t just about the way she looked. It was everything—her trust, her vulnerability, the way she was giving this part of herself to him without hesitation.

Y/N’s breath hitched as his lips brushed over hers, soft at first, just the ghost of a kiss. A question. A promise.

Then he kissed her again, deeper this time, as his hands found her waist, pulling her just a little closer. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t pushing. Every movement was measured, deliberate, designed to make her feel safe, cherished. His fingers traced the hem of her shirt, a silent request, and when she nodded, he lifted it over her head, discarding it somewhere behind them.

His lips barely left hers, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. “So perfect,” he whispered against her skin. “So good for me.” His words sent a shiver through her, warmth pooling low in her belly.

She felt the roughness of his calloused fingers against the soft skin of her waist, sliding up, teasing along the underside of her breast before finally—finally—brushing over her nipple. She sucked in a breath, her body arching instinctively into his touch.

Harry groaned, low and deep. “Love the way you react to me.” He rolled the sensitive peak between his fingers, watching the way her lips parted, her lashes fluttering.

He leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it just to feel her shudder beneath him. His free hand splayed across her back, grounding her, keeping her close.

Y/N let out a soft whimper, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against her skin. The sound went straight through her, making her thighs clench around his waist.

But Harry wasn’t done taking his time.

He eased her down onto the couch, kissing a slow path down her stomach, his fingers working on the waistband of her leggings. “Lift your hips for me, baby,” he murmured, and she did, letting him pull them down along with her underwear in one smooth motion.

A flush spread across her chest, warmth crawling up her neck as she laid bare beneath him. But she wasn’t nervous. Not with him.

Harry settled between her thighs, pressing a kiss just above her knee, then another, trailing higher and higher. “Been thinking about this,” he admitted, voice husky. “Been wanting to taste you.”

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and Harry must have noticed because he groaned, his fingers gripping her thighs just a little tighter.

Then he kissed her there—soft at first, just a teasing press of his lips against her.

Y/N gasped, her back arching as his tongue traced along her folds, slow and deliberate. He was savoring her, taking his time, learning what made her sigh, what made her whimper.

He flicked his tongue over her clit, drawing a sharp inhale from her lips. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his breath hot against her. “Let me hear you.”

She had no control over the sounds slipping from her mouth as he worked her, his tongue alternating between soft, teasing licks and firm, focused strokes. Her thighs trembled, her fingers twisting in his curls, pulling him impossibly closer.

Harry moaned against her, the vibration making her hips jerk. “Fuck,” she whimpered, and he hummed in approval, gripping her thighs tighter as he devoured her.

The pressure built quickly, heat coiling in her stomach, her body tensing with the impending release. “Harry”

“I’ve got you, love,” he soothed, pressing his tongue flat against her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles until she shattered beneath him.

Her thighs clenched around his head as pleasure flooded through her, her entire body trembling as he guided her through it, his hands firm on her hips, keeping her grounded.But he didn’t stop.

She barely had a moment to catch her breath before he was kissing his way back up her body, dragging her onto his lap. “Again, baby,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her to straddle his thigh.

Y/N’s head was spinning, but the need in his voice, the sheer adoration in his eyes, made her move. She pressed herself against him, gasping at the pressure, at the way his hands steadied her, encouraged her. He guided her movements, slow and steady, letting her find her rhythm, his lips brushing against her ear. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”

And she did. She rocked against him, chasing the friction, feeling the heat build all over again. Harry’s hands never stopped moving—trailing up her back, gripping her waist, tilting her hips just right. His lips were everywhere—her neck, her shoulder, her jaw—whispering sweet praises against her skin.

“That’s my girl.”

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.”

“Let go for me, baby.”

She tumbled into her second release with a soft cry, her body shuddering against his. Harry held her through it, his arms wrapped tightly around her, pressing soft kisses to her hair as she came down.

Breathless but still sure.

The weight of the moment settled between them—heavy in the best way, filling the space with warmth and something almost sacred. Y/N’s body was still trembling, her mind hazy from pleasure, but even through the overwhelming sensation, she knew this wasn’t the end.

Harry knew it too.

He was still holding her, his hands gentle as they traced slow, soothing patterns across her back, grounding her. His lips ghosted over her temple, murmuring soft praises that made her chest tighten with something unspoken. “So perfect,” he whispered. “So good for me.”

She melted into him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of him—clean and warm, mixed with the faintest hint of cologne and something entirely him.

His hands skimmed down her sides, resting on her waist as he shifted beneath her. She could feel him—hard and heavy, pressed between them, the evidence of just how much he wanted her. And she wanted him, too.

She swallowed, her heart pounding as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. There was something unguarded in his eyes, something raw and devastatingly tender.

“I want you,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Harry’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening on her hips. “Are you really sure?”

She nodded, her hands coming up to cup his face. “I’m sure.”

His eyes searched hers, looking for even the slightest hesitation. But there wasn’t any.

Still, he didn’t rush. He never rushed with her.

Instead, he shifted, gently guiding her onto her back, settling between her thighs with deliberate slowness. His lips found hers again, softer this time, reverent. Like he was memorizing her, mapping out every part of her he hadn’t already claimed.

His fingers trailed down her body, brushing over her stomach before dipping lower. He slipped two fingers inside her, moving slow, preparing her all over again, making sure she was ready.

Y/N whimpered, her hips rolling instinctively toward his touch. “Harry,” she gasped, fingers clutching at his biceps.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I am,” she breathed. “I promise.”

He hesitated for only a moment longer before finally reaching between them, lining himself up. The tip of his cock brushed against her entrance, already slick and glistening from how worked up she was.

But even with all the preparation, she still felt tight, still felt that flicker of nervousness.

Harry noticed instantly.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. He nudged in just a little, barely entering her, letting her body adjust at her own pace.

The stretch was more intense than she had expected. A sharp, insistent pressure that made her body go rigid beneath him, her fingers gripping onto the sheets as she tried to will herself to relax. The initial burn spread through her like a slow-moving flame, and instinctively, her thighs clamped tighter around him.

Harry felt it immediately—the way she tensed, the way her breath hitched, her entire body instinctively fighting against the intrusion. He froze, one hand coming up to cup her cheek, thumb stroking softly over her heated skin. “Hey, baby,” he whispered, voice drenched in tenderness. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another to the tip of her nose, his lips featherlight. “You’re doing so good for me, so good. But we can stop. Anytime, okay? Just say the word.”

She shook her head, a small, shaky breath escaping her lips. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted this—with him. She had thought about this for days, weeks even, and she had never felt safer with anyone than she did now. Even through the discomfort, the unfamiliarity, there was nowhere else she would rather be than right here, wrapped up in him, giving him this piece of herself.

“I want this,” she murmured, voice soft but resolute. “I trust you.”

Something shifted in his gaze then, something warm and reverent, like he was seeing her in a way he never had before. He nodded slowly, dipping down to capture her lips in a kiss so sweet it nearly made her melt.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against hers. “We’ll go slow. You just tell me what you need.”

And he did go slow, agonizingly so. He rocked forward just an inch, letting her adjust, then another, always watching her face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. His hands never stopped moving, fingers tracing idle patterns along her hips, massaging gently at her sides, keeping her grounded in him, in this moment.

But it still hurt. Even with all the patience in the world, even with how careful he was, the stretch was relentless. Her nails dug into his shoulders, holding onto him like an anchor, her breath uneven.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes before she even realized they were there. Not because it was unbearable, not because she regretted it, but because it was overwhelming—the weight of it, the intimacy of it. The sheer vulnerability of it all.

Harry noticed instantly. He always did. His expression crumbled, something pained flashing across his features before he dipped his head down, brushing his lips over her damp cheeks, kissing away the evidence of her struggle.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered against her skin. “I know, I know. ‘M so sorry. Just breathe, baby. Breathe for me.”

A sudden sting bloomed deep inside her, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, fingers tightening their grip on him as her body fought to adjust.

Harry froze. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice tight with restraint. “Sweetheart, I—shit, I know. I know. ‘M so sorry, baby.”

A flicker of red smeared where they were joined, a tangible mark of this moment, of what she had given him, something so fragile and precious. His jaw clenched at the sight, guilt flashing across his features even though she had reassured him over and over that she wanted this. That she had chosen this.

He tried to move, to ease some of the pressure, but the second he did, she let out the softest wince, her body recoiling slightly. His forehead dropped to hers, breath shuddering.

“We don’t have to make this perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “We can stop, baby. Right now. It doesn’t have to be anything more than this.”

She blinked up at him, her vision still slightly blurred with unshed tears, but she shook her head. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to push through, to move past the discomfort and settle into this feeling of being so wholly his.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Just... give me a second.”

He did. Of course he did. He stayed still, his body barely moving, his weight supported by his forearms so he wouldn’t press down on her too much. He let her adjust, let her breathing steady, let her decide when she was ready. His lips never left her skin, pressing slow, reverent kisses along her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Soft praises spilled from his lips, each one more patient than the last.

And when she finally felt ready, when the sting dulled into something more manageable, she gave him a small nod.

“You can move,” she whispered.

Harry exhaled slowly, as if he had been holding his breath this entire time. His hips rolled forward, just the tiniest bit, testing. His touch was delicate, his movements careful, like he was afraid of breaking her. And maybe, in some way, he was.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t some earth-shattering moment of pleasure, some blissful crescendo of passion. She didn’t come this time, and that was okay. He didn’t make her feel like she had to. He just held her. He kissed her. He told her how proud he was of her, how much he loved her, how beautiful she was like this, bare and vulnerable in his arms.

And when it was over, when he finally pulled away, his first instinct wasn’t to take care of himself, but to take care of her. He kissed her forehead, brushed the damp strands of hair from her face, whispered, “You did so good for me, sweetheart.”

And she believed him.

Her body felt different, tender, a little sore, but wrapped in a warmth that had nothing to do with the sheets tangled around them and everything to do with him. She barely noticed the way her breath still came unevenly, her muscles weak and trembling, until Harry was shifting beside her, brushing the back of his fingers down her cheek.

“Let me take care of you, love.”

She didn’t protest when he pressed another kiss to her forehead and slid out of bed, moving with quiet purpose toward the bathroom. The distant sound of water running filled the air, accompanied by soft rustling—cabinets opening, bottles clinking together. The warm, floral scent of rose and vanilla drifted into the room, and her lips curled into the faintest smile.

He was drawing her a bath.

The realization sent a fresh wave of emotion crashing over her, something deep and overwhelming settling in her chest. She’d always known Harry was thoughtful, always so gentle and attuned to her, but this—this was something else entirely. This was devotion.

By the time he returned, she was blinking sleepily at him, her body too heavy with exhaustion to move. He chuckled softly, crouching beside her, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from her face.

“Come on, sweetheart. Bath’s ready for you.”

She let him lift her, his hands strong but careful as he carried her to the bathroom. The air was warm, steam curling through the soft candlelight, and the sight that greeted her nearly took her breath away.

The bathtub was full, the surface of the water dotted with delicate rose petals, their deep crimson and soft pink hues floating amidst the gentle foam of bubbles. A few flickering candles lined the counter, casting a golden glow over the space, the light catching on the deep amber bottle of bath oil he’d added to the water. The scent of roses was richer here, blending with the faint traces of lavender.

She turned to him, her heart swelling. “Harry…”

“I wanted to make it special for you, baby.” He ran a soothing hand down her back. “You deserve it.”

Carefully, he helped her into the warm water, easing her down as her sore muscles sighed in relief. The heat wrapped around her like a cocoon, soothing the ache between her thighs, and a soft moan of contentment slipped from her lips.

Harry smiled, his dimples peeking through as he knelt beside the tub, rolling up the sleeves of his t-shirt. “Feels good, yeah?”

She nodded, already sinking deeper, letting the petals drift lazily around her arms as she closed her eyes for a moment.

Harry didn’t just leave her there. He stayed, always so present, his fingers tracing along her arm before he reached for a soft washcloth. He dipped it into the warm water, then ran it over her skin, slow and reverent, as if cleansing her was an act of worship. He worked gently, wiping away the lingering remnants of sweat and love, murmuring sweet praises all the while.

“So beautiful.”

“M’so proud of you, angel.”

“Love you more than anything.”

His voice was a balm, each whispered word soothing her more than the water ever could.

At one point, he reached for the bottle of shampoo, pouring some into his palm before working it through her hair with practiced ease. His fingers massaged her scalp, and she sighed, tipping her head back slightly as he washed away the remnants of the night with the same patience and tenderness he had shown her in bed.

When he was done, he kissed her temple and whispered, “Stay as long as you want, sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”

But she didn’t want to stay in the water forever—not when Harry was waiting for her.

When she finally let him help her out, he wrapped her in a thick, fluffy towel, pressing a kiss to her damp hair as he whispered, “Let’s get you comfy, yeah?”

Back in the bedroom, he dressed her in one of his oversized shirts, the hem brushing just above her knees, the fabric swallowing her up in a way that made her feel impossibly small and safe. He tucked her into bed, then climbed in beside her, pulling her against his chest.

His arms curled around her, holding her close, his fingers drawing slow, soothing patterns on her back.

“D’you need anything, baby? Water? Something to eat?”

She shook her head, sighing against him. “Just you.”

His grip tightened ever so slightly, his lips pressing to her forehead. “Always, love.”

As her eyelids grew heavier, she heard him whisper one last thing against her skin, a quiet promise she knew he would always keep. “Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

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[revelboo]

Good night or evening or day, hope you're doing well 🐌

Ok is my first time requesting on any blog basically, but let me said that I love your writing and how you manage to handle well most characters. I'm eating the constructicons, insecticons, tfa blitz and Astrotrain x reader stories like a 10 star meal bc is a crime there's no much x reader stuff with those characters

Before going away I wanted to ask: do you plan on doing a g1/idw Blitzwing x reader storyline or scenarios?? TfaBlitz is everything but sadly there's no much for the og brute loveable himbo that's g1Blitz, or a Blitz x reader x Astrotrain where they live teasing their fleshy partner bc they are mean but that would be asking to much aaaa

Anyways have a nice day/night/evening 💗

It’s definitely not too much 🤣 I have a poly Vortex, Whirl, and Spinister with reader ask I’m working on. And Prowl, Shockwave. Hope you have a great day, too!

🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

And this is a friendly, if very exasperated, reminder that if you’re a minor, not to interact with, read, follow, send in asks, or try to DM this blog. Seriously, this isn’t a minor friendly space, I write giant robots fragging nasty, I write stuff with adult and sometimes dark themes. This blog is zero tolerance, minors will be blocked.

Tease

Blitzwing x Reader x Astrotrain

• Gasping awake as big hands grab your hips and you’re dragged on your back, you sleepily kick out, a heel smacking against Blitzwing’s neck. And your knee gets bent up against your chest when he just leans forward, tugging your lower body up and put his mouth on you. Waking up with one of your mates’s mouths or a spikes inside you nothing new. Arching as his lips and glossa slide against you, licking and sucking, it’s definitely not the worst way to wake up. Head turning you find your other mate also mass displaced, fisting his spike watching.

• “Share,” Astrotrain growls, squeezing his spike and Blitzwing chuckles before pressing a soft bite against the inside of your thigh to make you swear and try to shove his head away before his glossa slides against you in apology. Denta sinking in just hard enough to leave an impression without breaking your soft skin. And he’s going to have to leave his own mark. Can’t let Blitzwing have all the fun. Or ignore a claim to you when you’re theirs. ‘Can’t even let me wake up first,’ you mutter and they both laugh at that.

• “Awake enough to play?” Blitzwing growls, lips brushing your slick heat and he releases you, lying back. “Come here.” And you don’t even hesitate, coming to him and straddling his chassis, back to him. Being a brat as usual. Hands catching your hips to drag you back to him, lifting you some so you’re right where he wants you, his mouth slides against you, glossa tunneling inside you as you gasp. And Astrotrain straddles his hips, kneeling with a palm on his chassis for balance. Hears the other mech snarl when you grips his spike and tug lightly.

• Hips rocking when Blitzwing presses a servo inside you, his glossa sliding against you, for a moment you forget what you’re doing until Astrotrain impatiently tangles his servos in your hair and the head of his spike bumps your chin. And you squeeze him gently, before your mouth closes on him. Hear him snarl as Blitzwing makes a rumbling noise of his own, feeling the heat radiating from them both as their venting gets louder. Pushing back and grinding against Blitzwing’s mouth, he finally begins finger fucking you with that servo, pumping it inside you as he licks.

• They’ve had you long enough to know your tells. To know when you’re close and to stop just shy. Teasing you with what you want as his servo slips free and your groan is muffled by Astrotrain’s spike in your mouth as the other mech shudders, your head bobbing as you swallow as much of him as you can. Lips pressing against you, brushing kisses against your slick flesh, he chuckles when you impatiently rock against his mouth in demand. And Astrotrain snarls a protest when you release his spike to glare over your shoulder at him. Tormenting both of you at the same time as Blitzwing grins against you.

• Growling at Blitzwing, Astrotrain vents and grabs you. Hears Blitzwing snarl a protest as he flips you. Pinning you on Blitzwing on your belly facing the other mech. “Release your panel,” Astrotrain snarls as he buries himself inside you, hips pumping. “Do it, Blitz.” Rutting against you until you’re trembling and close before slipping free to shift and drive into Blitzwing, hips snapping as you’re pinned between them. Because if Blitzwing thinks it’s funny to tease, maybe he deserves to be on the receiving end. Rutting urgently against the other mech then pulling out before he can overload to bury himself inside you again. Listening to both of your whimpering and whining protests. And maybe he’ll let you two come after he does. Or maybe he’ll see how long he can tease you both before Blitzwing snaps and frags you into a whimpering mess. Either way, he’s going to enjoy it.

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Reminder...

That whatever your reactions, takes and opinions on Arcane's finale, it is NOT OK to go on X/Twitter and bash the creative team responsible for its writing, to get personal with insults, to send threats, to stalk and harass, and to otherwise behave like a crap excuse for a human being.

Ditto for interacting poorly with the VA's and artists, who may have their own opinions, but who are under contract to promote the show, and who are, in the end, just doing their jobs.

Ditto DITTO for fellow fans with different opinions than your own. Fandom's gotten cute with a new buzzword - "media illiteracy!" - for simple takes that don't match their worldview at best, or at worst express liking for a character they don't care for.

Which, um.

That is not media illiteracy, folks. That is the literal experience of being part of a fandom.

Fandom in general will always be a bunch of self-cannibalizing schisms, and some of 'em will just straight up FAIL to pass the litmus test of 'live and let live' when it comes to fellow fans with opinions different than theirs. However it still bears reminding that there is a DIFFERENCE between being passionately engaged with a series - (and hey, critiquing stuff that you don't agree with, which, guess what, is a hallmark of engaging healthily with a piece of fiction, and should be encouraged so you aren't passively spoonfed more subliminal propoganda in both fantasy and real life) - versus seeing red and hurling epithets at someone you don't agree with because they think Oingo-Boingo's arc was sweet or thought DilbyTrillby's storyline could be better handled.

Arcane's ending is gonna be a wild one. Toes will be stepped on, ships will sink, and not everyone will get what they want. But it is still essential to remember this is a work of FICTION, which the writers are entitled to conclude in the manner they see fit, and which fans are entitled to interpret in whatever manner suits them.

All of which can be done without ragefrothing and spewing hate left, right and center.

I'm basically yelling into the Void and will be blocking the Arcane tag post-finale, as the interwebs will be loud and full of piss. However, if you'd like fun debate and want to share your feelings, or just bawl, you are welcome to drop by here, in my little sandbox lovingly curated for myself and my mutuals, and dig up worms/build sandcastles with us 💗

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Are you ok with lamb swaps/other people drawing your lamb with theirs?

OFCOURSE!!!!!I love seeing other lambs interact with Dulciter ✨💗

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Get to know your moots

(I know I'm late to this one, so no judging looks, okay? 👀)

thanks to the beauties who tagged me in theirs: @probablyreadinsmut @itwasntimethatdidit40 @joelmillerisapunk @milla-frenchy @myownwholewildworld

what's the origin of your blog title?: it's the title of an album by Fatboy Slim (maybe I'll change it monthly? i dunno yet)

favorite fandoms: the PPCU, baby 🫡 but honestly any show I binge on the regular has a fandom I love

OTP(s) + shipname: Joana (Joel + Adriana) 😊 Joeliana? It's a work in progress.

favorite color: i know it's kind of a cop-out but i love all colors. except burnt orange and brown. i'm on the fence about gray.

favorite game: i'm old so i immediately thought 'board game' and i can rock Clue all day all night. I've never lost at Clue. I don't really do video games anymore because i get addicted really easily and will literally block everything out during gaming. But! I used to love the old-school Resident Evil series and the Tomb Raider series. Also fucked with some GTA in my time.

song stuck in your head: "Feels Like We Only Go Backwards" by Tame Impala.

weirdest habit/trait?: randomly speaking in a (terrible) English accent, saying 'tanks' instead of 'thanks', spouting off random facts about things i believe to possess vast knowledge of, and oversharing. I also like to randomly sing out, even though i hate when other people do it.

hobbies: writing! reading, cooking, discovering new bars/restaurants, finding enrichment time in my enclosure, convincing myself i'm normal.

if you work, what's your profession? i'm a jill of all trades. i've done everything from working in a library to teaching cpr.

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? i would love a job where i solely get to travel and enjoy other cultures. i also think it'd be awesome to get paid to be an urban explorer, or one of those ghost hunters who stay the night in haunted hotels. I'd be a less douchey Zak Bagans.

something you're good at: i like to think i'm good at writing, or else i wouldn't be so happy on this platform 😊 I also like to think I can see both sides of a situation, really play devil's advocate (it's a Libra thing 💅🏽) and in that vein i'm also good at spending money, not always wisely. Another negative is I'm good at giving the cold shoulder. Fire signs absolutely hate it.

something you're bad at: managing time (it always seems to outrun me) and explaining my true feelings. growing up, we weren't encouraged to express anger or sadness, so at times it's still a battle just to tell people how i feel.

something you love: all of you! Really! Imagine being a DM away from your favorite writer and you exchange snippets about your day or any little random thing, and you discover the person behind that beautiful collection of words you love so much.. that's what this platform is for me ❤️This time last year I was reading fics by many of the same people i now get to interact with and it's such an incredible feeling! I also love anything with white chocolate. I'm a sucker for it.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: the Pedro boys obviously, astrology, conspiracy theories, The Office, horror stories, past lives, movies and what they mean to us, food.. you name it. I can talk to Aquarius people forever, they are the best to talk with about anything 💗

something you hate: snobbery and entitlement, violence towards kids, racism, bigotry, rude manners, the standard usual. i also hate that i don't possess teleportation powers or super strength.

something you collect: nail polish and lip products. i can't go anywhere without picking up a a lil something.

something you forget: i sometimes forget people's ages. i still sometimes think my parents are fifty. they ain't. 😔

what's your love language?: i'm not sure what it is officially, but something i love to be on the giving and receiving end is "i saw this and i thought of you" whether it's a song, a small gift, or a meme.

favorite movie/show: literally too many to name.

favorite food: i like a little of everything, but honestly nothing quite hits the spot like Mexican food 😋

favorite animal: armadillos are my favorite! also possums, raccoons.. i guess anything that ends up roadkill lol 🥲i'm also becoming quite fond of the axolotl.

what were you like as a child? i was a weird kid. i was usually pretty quiet but i had my super-hyper moments. also i got bullied in my younger days, but my knee jerk instinct was to fight back. i had a mean streak when provoked lol.

favorite subject at school? English of course, and French because my teachers were amazing. but as a whole, i didn't really enjoy school.

least favorite subject? math, and physics because my teacher was a prick. why the hell are math teachers so mean? I didn't have a good math teacher until college, and she was amazing because she was so patient.

what's your best character trait? i like to think i'm good at listening. use me as a sounding board or ask my opinion, i'll be happy to help.

what's your worst character trait? procrastination. my fear of rejection has kept me from many things, but i just tell myself they weren't meant for me. also i noticed a lot of people saying they feel like others hate them and... hello?? is this a universal experience or what? i feel like people probably groan when they see me in their inbox or emails🥲like i said before, i hurt my own feelings worse than anyone else actually can.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? that my allergies weren't attacking me right before bed.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? i've always had a crush on Edgar Allan Poe, so maybe i'd go meet him.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): i can't! i've read so many special fics by wonderful people, and everyone has their own style and voice. anything that i've ever reblogged is an automatic fic rec, and i'll start doing them monthly (or every other month) this year. i really need to gussie up my masterlist and add a link for my recs. and THAT'S the project i'll be doing this weekend!

this is crazy late, so i won't tag anyone specifically. if you see this on your dash and you're interested, consider this your invite ❤️

[yvjw]

omg i forgot abt this blog 😭

well hi everyone… as you can tell i haven’t posted since last year so my apologies!! as you can see i kind of got busy with school and exams (i hope everyone who took theirs did well!) anyways, i don’t think ill be posting new mbs soon, and im thinking abt closing this blog for good but i will ofc be forever supporting my beautiful moots (and everyone) with their SCRUMPTIOUS mb skills!! i was looking through the blog and realize how much i missed the lovely interactions i had with my moots and followers so ofc i am always free to answer interactions and comments!!☺️

HAVE A LOVELY DAY CUTIES!!!💗💗

- V

[brights-place]

Synth Dating Headcannons

Pairings: Synth X Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Synth dating headcannons! Yayyy! I love the techno trolls so much and I love when I get requests of them!

- Man I fucking love synth!

- Being Synth’s lover is getting to know the Synth behind his hyper chaotic ass

- He may be called an outward, rave-loving and happy-go-lucky person but there was so much more to him - You met him at first at an rave he was substituting for Trollex and he noticed you in the crowd - You stood out to him - He couldn't help but grin as he saw you dance and bop to the beats and flashing lights - Whenever raves happened he would try find you in the crowd when he is in the booth - He bumped into you at the front of the crowd as he smiled greeting you as you smiled back

- You two end up becoming REAL CLOSE

- Hangouts after the raves or more!

- You two end up on going on a couple of dates without knowing they where considered dates

- When he has an crush on you he ends up being a little more obvious with his feelings.

- Golden retriever boy 😭💗 - He invades your personal space a little more placing some of his hands on your waist when you dance for example and starts listening to your music with you and seems to enjoy it, asks you to cook more often, among other things.

- You never cease to be surprised with synth with every day you spend together which is everyday as he discovers something new about you no matter how small and how you notice things about you too

- You and him dance together when theirs an rave he would bop to the music and twirl you around as you two wear your glow sticks

- Melts into your hands easily as he is on your lap looking at you with admiration as he smiles while you praise him

- You spend most of your time in his room curled up on his bed reading while he sits on his bean bag chair and plays video games. - Your relationship is healthy and loving as you two would always be close and enjoy your time together - He would invite you to all the raves and would make sure you would go - You always come unless you aren’t into it he still likes to talk about it to you

- lights up when he sees you, who always has a new joke or dramatic story to share.

- Cuddling synth is normal and would hold you close… he’s so energetic - Synth wasn’t the most emotionally aware troll so he finds it hard to understand your emotions sometimes

- It takes him awhile but he gets there just for you and just to see you smile again cause if your not smiling he wouldn’t know what to do.

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2023 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact

[theloveinc]

caitie!!! i am dropping by with a few things i find pretty bc april is so very pretty to me! 🍞🌻💭🌷☀️🫧✨🌱💗🍓 how are you?? i hope the month is lovely to you 🥺

i also come back with a curious sel question 🤓 a more technical writing one but, what is your anchor point to writing a character like bakugo or kiri? what part of them do you like exploring and what quality of theirs stays the same to you across any universe you put them in? 🥺

hi selly-belly !!! thank u for the ask and all the lovely things! here's some more who'd like to join🌦️☕️🐣☘️🐛🌈🍬🛁🧸 -- things are chugging along with me, wbu? i'm sure you know, but i'm always hoping the same right back for you every month🫶🏻

what an interesting question, though! i don't think i've ever thought about what i anchor my portrayals to, honestly! usually my process of writing is jump started by a scene i'd like to explore applied to a character, so as i'm writing, i already have their reaction planned? if that makes sense?

but i guess ... one thing that drives my portrayals and actually propels me to make them MINE is............. ig my characterization of the specific trait of which i think drives someone to act and deliberate and even emote. and i know for a fact i spend a lot of time considering this as i'm going.

for example, with bakugo (and i know i write quite a different bakugo from a lot of other writers on here, which does make me a lil insecure because i like their bakugos !! for the most part) ... one thing that is super important to me to include is his crippling perfectionism and the way that part of him often... affects his interactions with others and/or you. So it's something i'm always thinking about when i am deliberately thinking... "what would he say or do in this scene if he was bothered by _?"

And for kiri, it would be the way he carries his shame. Or for shinso, his insecurities. things like that!! I'm not entirely sure if that's the proper way to describe it, but yeah!!!

anyway, i hope this wasn't too complicated and lengthy for you, sel! i'd love to hear what you think about when you write characters in different universes/moments too, and especially with a speechul boy like iwa ("i love shy buff men" written on my tshirt) !!!

love u berry dearly <3 thank u again for the wonderful question 🥺🥹

[chimielie]

lia lia lia!! i am dropping by with a few things i find pretty bc april is so very pretty to me! 🍞🌻💭🌷☀️🫧✨🌱💗🍓 how are you?? i hope the month is lovely to you 🥺

i also come back with a curious sel question 🤓 a more technical writing one but, what is your anchor point to writing a character like hajime or atsumu? what part of them do you like exploring and what quality of theirs stays the same to you across any universe you put them in? 🥺

omg hi hi hope u r having a gorgeous april i am good!! having a very good month so far, hoping it keeps up :-) i looooved this question thank u sm for stopping by!

my hajime i think i struggle to characterize sometimes bc often my characterization for him is The Perfect Man. when i really like my portrayals of him tho it usually involves some amount of self-sacrifice - motifs of “i have to be the strong one,” “i have to take care of everyone else.” even tho i don’t like dad fics, i hc that he’s naturally pretty fatherly when interacting with his friends? or like. big brother vibes. i actually think hajime is the perfect “best friend’s brother” character bc he Will be soooo guilty for being into his friend’s sibling, always tries to meet people where they’re at, will take care of you and accidentally make u fall in love with him. taking care of people comes v naturallyto him i think so a lot of my fics center around either him playing that role for reader or the roles reversing and reader getting to care for him which is like a shortcut to displaying the vulnerability and trust in their relationship

atsumu is easy because i just think “what would i do” and then i write that

LOL just kidding but i think atsumu 1) being a brother and 2) an older brother who doesn’t quite qualify as an older brother are central points of his character to me. he cares intensely about people but he’s not quite a sufficient role model. and he has no idea how to align what he wants people to think with what he does. so i think playing with the friction between atsumu’s perception of the world and everyone else’s perception of atsumu is really fun, especially if reader is The One Who Gets Him

[taesankisser]

hi sol my love ! i adore your writing sm, but idk much about bnd other than listening to a few songs here and there :(( but i wILL continue reading your works!! so i wanted to know some curiosities that you think are cool about the members and ur faves videos/interviews with them, like, what i need to consume to know them more?

no need to answer tho, i know ur not googlejejdjejd but i wanted to get closer to your writing 💝

sending kisses mwa mwa take care n have a good day ♡

this is so incredibly sweet i could cry 😭 thank you for liking my work and wanting to continue reading!! i appreciate you so so much! HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY 💗

oh my goodness I LOVE THIS QUESTION EEK the google comment made me laugh, i promise i do not mind in the slightest, you are giving me an EXCUSE to YAP about my favorite boys!! anywayz this might be a lil long so here’s a guide to get to know bnd and how i learned their personalities! i hope this helps you get to know them a bit more <33

first off you can’t go wrong with watching funnextdoor!! it’s the first video of theirs that i watched and it gives a lot of insight into them in their natural habitat (their dorms) as well as gives a glimpse into their bonds with each other! it’s so cute because the 2nd ep especially is where they all go on various adventures (some by themselves + some with other members!) and then they go on this lil retreat ugh it’s so sweet! this show really gives you a good idea of each member’s personality <3

next is to watch “what? door!” that’s like their version of txt’s to do if you’re familiar with that?? my favorite episodes are 3-4, which is where they work in pairs and go on missions to collect hearts and they are SO funny! i almost lost my mind seeing leehan run full force after myungjae stole his hearts i had no idea he could even run that fast i’m giggling writing this rn-

also love eps 5-6 of what? door! that’s where they go and work at an amusement park and they work in pairs at different jobs! it’s actually so sweet because you are able to see them interact with kids! afterwards once their shifts are over they’re able to enjoy the park so you get to see them have a lot of fun (except my lil scaredy cat taesan LMAO) these eps are just my fav because they’re so cute and i love seeing them have fun and enjoying themselves ugh i literally love them so much

another thing i did but more so to help with understanding their personalities for my writing is looking into each member’s mbti! it helped me get a good grasp of their general personalities bc ofc they aren’t limited to their 4 letters as they’re all unique and different <3

here’s a few random/defining characteristics (at least imo) for the members:

sungho: the mom of the group, loves soccer/sports/working out, giggles a LOT, neat, radiates the kinda energy of a person who is good at everything, more logical and levelheaded, he’s the main vocal and myungjae nicknamed him yeppi <3

riwoo: he’s our main dancer, loves food/desserts (so much so to the point where he said if he could have a superpower he’d want to be able to time travel so he could eat till he was full then go back in time to before he ate so he could eat again), he’s quiet, so incredibly endearing, dad joke enthusiast, short king

myungjae: puppy, loud, hypeman, apart of the riwoo love club (me too jae… me too… tbh he’s probably our president), the leader! big brain bc iirc he writes their songs! he’s so lovable and extroverted, he’s sensitive and cries a lot but that makes him even more lovable imo

taesan: giant mountain, cat, tall boy, apart of the producing club with jae, he’s an allrounder, king of teasing his members fr, he looks scary but is actually shy, doesn’t like being called cute (but is very much the cutest), riwoo lover #2

leehan: fish enthusiast, the best listener in the group, gets shy if you call him handsome, riwoo lover #3, the oddball of the group but not like ehehe he’s so quirky no he’s actually straight up weird like a literal enigma and once ate fish food (i’m madly in love w him)

woonhak: the coolest teenager i’ve ever seen (i am afraid of teenagers but i wouldn’t be scared to walk past him if i saw him in the wild), loud boy, teased relentlessly but they love him so much, has an incredible stage presence, a cutie patootie that bnd would protect with their lives

[radio-4-is-static]

it's crazy to me how in the span of just a few years it went from this

to this 🥺

to this 💗💗💗

<333

strap in this is about to get sappy & personal but. after the #RADWIMPSへ愛を trend on twitter i wanted to share a little about radwimps & what they mean to me.

i've talked about the 1st time i heard radwimps way too much at this point. but here is a pic of the notes in question. (in my haste to get the name down it appears i didn't even write out the full title 😅)

but i think the song of theirs that 1st really moved me -- the one that determined 'ok this is it' -- was weekly shounen jump. i listened to it with a group of friends from my college japanese speaking club, right at the end of our studies, as we were preparing to go our separate ways & venture out into the real world. the unknown future. and idk it was such a profoundly bittersweet feeling like i'd never quite experienced before. every time i hear it now i get choked up & think about those people & the memories we shared & the transience of life. at the time it felt a bit like an ending & a turning point all wrapped up in one.

i had no idea that things were about to drastically change & my college experience would be delayed/extended bc of covid. i was supposed to study abroad in tokyo that year but instead it got canceled & i got sick. like really, really sick. i won't go into too much detail but will say that there were many days i felt completely defeated & hopeless by my body's new limitations. often i wanted to cry, scream, or just give up. but as i was dealing with all of these frustrating changes i was also throwing myself into radwimps' music. spending weeks at a time with a particular album. rotating through their discography & really taking the time to listen. i loved yojiro's voice, all the different genres/styles their music encompassed, & how i could feel some of my own pain echoed back at me. but more than that, how much hope the music gave me. it brought me joy when little else would.

there aren't proper words for how excited i was when they announced the livestream for the 15th anniversary concert & i realized i would get to witness a live performance. i remember being glued to my computer screen at the crack of dawn. both days. completely entranced. only to finish out the year with the 1st shinsekai event. a chance to interact with other fans, especially as an international one? oh it was so, so special.

and so the time passed. literal years. new singles ! new mvs ! new theme songs & movie soundtracks ! new events ! every time a premiere or livestream happened, i woke up early in eager anticipation. i started going for walks to build up my strength & as it grew so too did my love for their music. on days where i didn't think i could do it -- when i was angry or sad or too tired -- i'd push myself anyway thinking 'well if i listen to アルトコロニーの定理 or 人間開花 or forever daze (🥹) etc etc then maybe i can do this.'

and slowly but surely, with lots of time, i got better. not 100% but well enough that when they announced the world tour, including the states, there was no question whether or not i would go. and that experience?? :') one of the most important, unforgettable days of my life. just thinking about it & i want to sob.

i felt well enough, but more importantly, inspired again to start creating art, something i had dearly missed. i put together a zine for forever daze, got into giffing mvs, & had so much fun messing around in photoshop for the 大団円 lyric art project. if not for that project i honestly don't know if i would have had the courage to go back to school & finish up my final semester.

and so like. when fans talk about radwimps' music saving them. being their reason for living. they really, really mean it. radwimps' music has given me hope during some of the darkest periods & consistently makes me want to be a better, more positive, & kind human being. to think i'm just one fan. i imagine all of the connections forged bc of this band & lives they've touched & feel so truly emotional. no matter what happens, no matter what changes, they will forever be embedded so deeply in my heart 💗

[crazyunsexycool]

stucky x reader, where reader didn't present at a certain age so she lived most of her adult life with no designation, alpha stucky who could be mated alr, accept her into their small pack regardless and are v protective of her. One day though, during their mission she suddenly gets her heat; and not a bearable one, like heat heat. And she just smells so good and irresistible which drove the alpha's absolutely feral.

ps. i love your writing!!💗😍

Present

Pairing: alpha!stucky x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) p in v, fingering, canon level violence, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: I had most of this written a while ago and idk why I never posted it but it’s here now. I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it anyways. I love receiving requests for one shots or dribbles so please feel free I promise that I am working on them they help when I get stuck on other things

Never having presented the way all of your classmates, friends and family had made you an outcast. Did it hurt to be rejected by your family for not presenting? Yes but it didn’t stop you from achieving your goals. It’s how you entered Shield and became an agent. Your lack of scent was an advantage over the people you were fighting, with no alpha, beta or omega needs to tend to you easily became one of the best agents. It’s how you ended up working with the Avengers.

It’s also how you met them, Steve and Bucky the mated alphas. At first you had been extremely intimidated by them and anytime you had to interact with them you referred to them by their ranks. Little by little they showed you they were big softies. It’s how courting gifts started, your favorite coffee on your desk in the morning, a book you had mentioned delivered to your room. It was all so sweet but you had to tell them you didn’t have a designation and you didn’t want to lead them on if they wanted an omega.

“What if we just want you? We don’t care about designations.” Bucky asked as he held your hand.

“Me?”

“Mmhmm, we want you sweetheart.” Steve says as he stands behind you, his lips brushing up against the shell of your ear.

“Even though I don’t have a designation?” It was almost too good to be true. The most desirable alphas wanted you, with or without designation. The thought of being theirs and them being yours made you shudder.

“We don’t care about that, we care about you.” Bucky says confidently but hopeful. “What do you say?”

A smile appears on your lips as you nod.

“We need you to use your words Sweetheart.”

“Yes. I-I would like to be with you.” Steve turns you around and immediately connects his lips to yours as a small but deep growl rumbles from deep in his chest. He doesn’t get a chance to deepen it as Bucky pulls you away and begins to kiss you.

You having no designation didn’t stop them from continuing to court you. In the short three months you had been with them they always had small gifts for you when they came back from missions or they took you out on dates. Steve and Bucky never made you feel less than for never having presented. On the contrary they were very protective and anyone who even dared to make a comment about you had to deal with them. The super soldiers were caring, protective and sweet which made you fall fast, this was the first time in a long time in which you wanted to have a designation so that they could claim you properly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You loved going on missions with Steve and Bucky, it was always amazing to see them working. Sure they went toe to toe with other alphas but nothing compared to the Super Soldiers. This mission you were headed to was supposed to be easy. Bucky was supposed to set up with his sniper rifle not too far away, while you and Steve headed inside. Your job was to extract information from the servers after you, but mostly Steve, cleared the building.

Since starting as an agent you were always confident in your abilities but you knew there was something off today. You felt warmer than usual and your body ached, not to mention that whenever Steve or Bucky so much as walked by you wanted to pounce on them. Their scents were driving you crazy and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together to try and get any type of relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by the alphas, they weren’t sure what was going on but they kept a close eye on you during the flight.

The mission was going off without a hitch for the most part. Steve cleared the building while you got to work on the servers. It was easy and if you hadn’t been preoccupied with the shooting pain that spread low in your belly you would have considered that it was way too easy. A whine escapes your lips as you try to focus on the task at hand before a growl gets your attention. It sends shivers up and down your spine and the bitter scent that hits you is just as unpleasant.

“Well what do we have here? I see they left me something to play with.” his lips turned into a wicked grin.

You put your hand up to your earpiece. “Alphas” is all you manage to say before the one before you lunges towards you and pins you down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bucky had made his way down to the building from his position at Steve’s request. The building had been cleared and he had left you to do your part. They were both well aware that it was too easy to get into the building, it had minimal security considering the information it housed. Steve preferred to have Bucky close in case there were more issues especially if he considered that you were behaving a little out of character. They both had agreed on that and the fact that if they didn’t know you didn’t have a designation it felt like you had a scent. One that was sure to send them into their ruts if it had been stronger. Steve and Bucky were doing one more sweep of a lower level when they heard it. A faint growl but enough to make them turn back around and when they heard your voice through comms calling them alpha they nearly lost it. You had never referred to them by their designation.

By the time they get up two floors to your location the scent in the air hits them. It was intoxicating but laced with fear and both super soldiers knew they had to act fast. When they got to the hallway where the room you were in they felt pure rage. The door had been ripped off its hinges and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. But as they got to the room they only found your ear piece and a dead alpha on the floor. Their enhanced hearing alerted them to movement further down the hall and close to the stairwell.

They split up with Steve following the footsteps and Bucky trying to find you. At any other moment they would be calm and focused but you were in trouble and the men that had promised to keep you safe would stop at nothing to do so.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/N.” he says with his voice lowered so as to not scare you. His scent reaches you and you relax slightly. Bucky found you in a room hidden away from the others that Steve was following.

“Alpha, it hurts.” you whine from your spot in the corner of the room.

“I know, doll but I’m here. I’ll help you.” he coos as he finally gets closer to you. He’s fighting his instincts to claim you right on the spot, the sweet scent made stronger by your heat is driving him crazy. Instead Bucky focuses on using his own scent to soothe you.

As soon as he is crouching in front of you, you launch yourself into his arms. Bucky holds you close as he tries to find any injuries. The only thing he finds is a rip on your uniform and he’s furious, if the alpha wasn’t dead already he would have ripped his head off. But then Bucky feels the tip of your nose brush up against his mating gland and up his neck and he shudders.

“Omega.” When Bucky pulls back his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen and completely full of lust.

“Is everything ok?” Steve’s voice comes through the comms.

“Kind of. She isn’t hurt but she’s starting her heat, we have to get her out of here.”

“Meet me at the entrance. The jet isn’t too far and- fuck. Bucky you have to move her to a safer room. We have more guards coming in.”

“Fuck. Ok, moving now.” Bucky scoops you up and rushes out of the room trying to ignore the way you keep nipping and licking at his neck. He moves quickly until he finds a room he deems safe enough for you. He listens for footsteps on the other side of the door after setting you down on the table, at least he doesn’t have to worry about a sniper since there aren’t any windows.

“Bucky, what’s happening to me?”

“Doll, you’re presenting. You’re an omega.”

“Your omega?” you whisper, afraid that he’ll say no.

Your question makes his breath hitch. He turns towards you, his eyes dark and lust blown.

“Mine.” he says as he walks towards you with purpose. Standing between your legs as he pulls you in for a filthy kiss. He felt you trying to undo his belt and then the button on his pants but he stops you. “We can’t doll, you aren’t safe.”

“Please, need you.”

“You’ve got me.” He says as he moves to undo your belt and pants. With every passing moment your scent got stronger and so did your heat. Bucky knew he had to do something to help.

He pops the button on your suit pant open and then lowers the zipper, slowly his hand makes its way between your thighs. Running his fingers through your fold he groans at how wet you are. “This all for me ‘mega. Is this for your alpha?”

“Yes, alpha please.” you moan as you feel him circle your clit slowly. Your hips move on their own accord to try and get more friction. He captures your lips with his as he starts to pick up the pace, swallowing all your moans. “More, Bucky more.”

“I got you doll.” he says as he moves from your clit down to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes two fingers in until he’s knuckles deep. You whimper at the feeling. “Look at you so greedy, gripping my fingers so tight.” Bucky begins to pick up his pace before adding another finger. He curves his fingers stroking that spot that has your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your hands gripping on to his shoulders as the knot in your belly tightens.

“That’s it doll, be a good girl for me and cum.” Bucky starts thrusting his fingers faster until he feels your walls clench and he hears you scream his name as the knot in your belly unravels. ��Good girl.” he praises as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy. You whine at the loss while you rest your forehead against his chest as you try to catch your breath. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans at the taste of you, Bucky freezes before he can say anything to you. His attention is on the footsteps rushing towards your position.

The door is kicked open and Bucky goes feral as the scent of the other alphas hit him. He hears all of them inhale and their eyes are fixed on you. Bucky moves so that his large frame keeps you hidden from them.

“We just want a little taste of your omega. She smells delicious.” One of the men says as he steps into the room. Bucky orders you into the corner of the room before he starts his assault on the men that dared even look in your direction. He’s fueled by pure rage and his need as an alpha to protect his omega.

As soon as the last of the guards hit the floor Bucky fixes your uniform before grabbing you and carries you out of the room as Steve tells him it’s all clear.

They rush from the building, Steve leading the way in case anyone else tries to stop them and Bucky has you in his arms. During this whole ordeal your head is fuzzy and all you want to do is strip your clothes and be close to them, taking in their scent. Somehow during this mess you ended up on Steve’s lap, while Bucky handled getting the jet off the ground.

“Alpha.” You call out to Steve. He growls when he hears you call him by his designation. Steve would never admit it but he’s wanted to hear you say that word for a while and hearing it along with your sweet scent and the slick that is pooling in between your thighs he’s sure to go into a rut.

“Omega?”

“Please, need to feel you.”

“You want my knot, sweetheart?” he coos. All you can do is nod. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes, I want your knot.” as you shift to straddle him. Steve rips your clothes off, your inner thighs covered in slick. He lifts you slightly so that he can lower his pants and boxers enough to free his already hard cock. In one swift move Steve buries himself in your wet heat, causing both of you to moan. No matter how many times you’ve been with them it always took you a moment before you could start moving. You relish the stretch and feel of him as you begin to move, His hands around your waist to keep you steady as you grab the straps on his shoulders. Rolling your hips a couple of times you moan as he captures your lips with his. Needing more, you begin to bounce on his cock.

“So needy sweetheart.” Steve groans “take what you need omega. Just like that.”

You mewl at his words as you try to move faster. Steve’s hands move to your hips and he begins to take control as he thrusts up into you. You throw your head back unconsciously baring your neck for him. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m gonna mark you right here.” His teeth grace the junction between your shoulder and neck right where your mating gland is. “Do you want that omega?”

“Y-yes alpha, please.” You say in your lust filled haze, your eyes half lidded and glazed over as you hold onto his shoulders straps tighter. He continues his fast pace as one hand moves from your hip to your swollen bundle of nerves. The added stimulation causes you to clench around Steve’s cock. Pressure begins to build between your legs, you realize it’s his knot.

“I can feel you’re so close sweetheart. Let go baby.”

His words are all you need for your orgasm to wash over you with a moan of his name, his teeth sinking into your neck. You can feel the bond come to life as he laps at the mark he made. Then you feel his knot catch as his hips start to stutter. With one final thrust Steve spills into you as his knot locks you both into place. Exhaustion creeps over you and you lay with your head on Steve’s shoulder, drifting off into sleep as you hear him praise you.

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Your eyes flutter open and taking in your surroundings you realize you’re in bed just not yours. There’s a slight ache on your neck and you feel almost guilty but you’re not sure why. When you sit up your head feels fuzzy and you groan because of your sore muscles. The sheet that had been covering falls and reveals that you're naked and you’re flooded with confusion. As you look around the room you see a water bottle on the nightstand and you grab it, drinking half of it immediately.

The door opens slowly and you cover your chest unsure of who will walk in but you only see Bucky standing at the door. He smiles at you but as his woodsy scent, mixed with Steve’s warm and comforting scent, permeates through the room a small whine bubbles up and escapes you.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in a safehouse, doll. You presented during the mission.” He tells you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Bucky is breathing heavily as he fights against his most basest instinct to mate and claim you.

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray in his hands but he doesn’t walk in. Instead he hovers around the door, guilt floods the bond. It’s a foriegn feeling to you and your hand goes to your neck as you trace the almost healed mark left there by the blonde alpha.

“Steve, are you ok?”

His smile is small, your question enough to get him to move and he places the tray on the bed opposite Bucky.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Fuzzy and hot… and really sticky.” you say and they chuckle.

“Eat first omega and then we’ll get you cleaned up ok?”

“Will you stay with me?” you mumble as you look at Steve.

“Of course.”

Steve moves to rest against the headboard and you immediately crawl on his lap. Steve and Bucky take care of you, doing exactly as they said they would, you eat a bit of the fruit that was brought in as well as some yogurt. Then Steve takes you into the shower so that you can wash up. With your new bond set in place though you want to cling to your alpha and he won’t say no to you. Even before you dated there was nothing neither him nor Bucky wouldn’t do with or for you. This moment was exactly what you needed, as you washed each other, it was intimate and comforting. You reassured Steve that you did want him to claim you and to hear you say those words lifted a weight off his shoulders and you felt relief wash over the bond. Once you were both done you headed back into the bedroom as you began to feel slick start to coat your inner thighs again.

This time Bucky would help you through it and you assured him that you also wanted him to claim you. It’s how you found yourself presenting for your alpha. A needy whine spills from your lips when you feel Bucky behind you.

“Alpha please.” you say as you look at him over your shoulder.

“It’s ok ‘mega. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Bucky takes his already hard cock and slides it through your folds. The head of his cock hits your clit and the sensation has you mewling. He groans as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You wiggle your hips once he bottoms out, needing that friction more than anything.

“Please alpha, need you.” you beg over and over until he finally starts to move.

Bucky’s pace is slow at first, he wants to feel all of you. The way you flutter around him when the angle is just right. But the moaning and begging mixed with your sweet scent are all consuming and his pace quickens. Bucky keeps you in place by gripping your hips, the area will be sore tomorrow you’re both too far gone to care.

“Feel so good omega. Like you were made for me.” He growls as he snakes an arm around your body and up to your throat.

The hold isn’t tight but it’s enough for him to pull you against his chest. You take hold of his forearm and your nails dig into his flesh as he begins to tease your clit. The coil starts to tighten again low in your belly as Bucky continues to push you further into unbridled bliss. His breath hits your cheek as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me? Show your alpha how good you feel?”

You nod as a strangled moan escapes you. Your head lolls to the side as pleasure takes over you. The only thing you’re aware of is Bucky claiming you just as Steve had. His hips falter for just a moment and you feel his knot swelling, locking you in place. Bucky sings sweet praises in your ear as he moves both of you into a comfortable position. You try to fight off the sleep, you want to bask in the joy of this new development but you’re too tired and the warmth Bucky provides is your undoing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You walked back into the tower a week later hand in hand with Steve while Bucky offered to carry your bags. Their ruts had started a few hours after your heat began and the week at the safe house was spent being tangled up with each other. At first you had been caught off guard when they said they wanted you to claim them, it was almost unheard of. But you did it and it was one of the most thrilling moments of your life.

Once the elevator opened up to the shared floor the rest of the team slowly filed out to meet you. It was a series of congratulations and hugs for the three of you. Tony had been the most excited about the new development. He was your closest friend and you had confided to him that you wish you could have presented.

Your childhood hadn’t been easy, being rejected by so many people made you doubt what your purpose was. But being in Steve and Bucky’s arms you realized you were meant to be more than just an omega. Never in your life did you imagine that not only would you become a highly important member of a team dedicated to saving people but that you could still be an omega and kickass. You were more than elated that you didn’t present until now because you found alphas that valued you for more than your heat. They gave themselves fully to you so you gave yourself fully to them. And you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

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kill me slowly ⇾ bgc. [M]

⌁ pairing; mafia boss!chan x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; mafia au, s2l, angst, smut, 18+

⌁ word count; 34.5k

⌁ summary; upon being caught witnessing his criminal activity, notorious mafia boss, bang chan, warns you against exposing his business. however, you’ve never been one to walk away empty handed. 

⌁ warnings; dark themes: mentions and depictions of violence and smoking (cigarettes), usage and distribution of drugs, mentions and possession of weapons, mentions of addiction, slight gaslighting, explicit sex: dom!chan, sub!reader, brat!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, office sex, mirror sex, daddy kink, armpit kink, masturbation (f.), degradation, humiliation, exhibtionism, voyeurism, orgasm control, edging, fingering, clit worship, oral (m. and f. receiving), deep throating, spanking, choking, teasing, dirty talk, pain kink, size kink, cum play, knife play, breast/nipple play

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❥ special thanks to my love eva ( @nottodayjjk​ ) for reading this monster of a fic over for me in record time! 💗

❥ happy birthday to my channie! nothing i can write will ever truly encompass just how much you mean to me. still, i’ll try. 🐺🖤

!! this contains dark themes. please see the warnings prior to reading. if these themes scare or offend you, please do not read or interact !!

Premature spring mornings in Seoul are dreadful. Snow still blankets the little city, only it’s lost all its innocence. Once a shiny white, now stained with mud, it’s wet and slushy as it plagues the streets. Traffic moves both slow and fast, congested at intersections but flowing freely in between. And it smells of the earth– a heavily smoke-polluted earth, may it be from factories, or simply the citywide agreement to poison their lungs with chains of cigarettes (or anything else they can get their hands on).

You despise it, but are still somehow comforted by it too. It’s cold, wet, seemingly uninviting though you manage to fit in. Your eyes flit around the nearly demolished apartment buildings as you hop off your bus.  There– the crumpled mess of brick and debris in the middle– that’s where you grew up many moons ago. You used to sprint up and down that sidewalk, chasing after your neighbour’s dogs because they were cute and adored your attention as much as you adored theirs. In the false security of a rusted fence, you found an ignorant utopia.

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[finallydelight]

what are those jungkook x maya moments that made people ship them tho?

sorry that it took me awhile to get to this request, but I hope you're happy with it 💗

jungkook x maya moments

○ jungkook cheering on maya

At the Idol Athletics Sports Competition, Maya and Jungkook were on the same team. Maya was in the semifinals for the wrestling competition against Apink's Hayoung.

When she beat her fellow female idol, Jungkook couldn't have acted any happier. He was seated on the ground next to his BTS member Jin and the moment she won, he jumped up and had a huge smile on his face. However, he was quickly embarrassed as the only other people to stand up for Maya were her Twice member and a few other teammates of theirs. Jungkook almost immediately sat back down again, much to the amusement of his members who watched his reaction.

○ jungkook's viral reaction

During the Melon Music Awards in 2018, a commercial starring Maya was shown on the screen. Despite the Twice members not being present, the crowd went crazy as Maya appeared on the big screen.

The moment that went viral is when the commercial was done and the camera immediately cut to Jungkook gaping at the screen, seemingly admiring her. As soon as he saw his own face, he quickly looked down at his feet and a blush appeared on his face.

The reaction of the people around him also didn't help his shyness about the situation. His members immediately turned to him and started laughing at their youngest. The cameraman who was filming Jungkook was seen smirking, proud of himself for capturing the moment. The Blackpink members were also seen smiling as Jungkook's smitten face appeared on the screen before them.

○ maya and jungkook hosting music core

The pair were guest MC's in a special episode of the music show, Music Core. Throughout the episode Maya wasn't shy of making eye contact with the male idol, meanwhile Jungkook felt a blush on his face each time their eyes met and he would quickly look away.

The most popular moment of the episode is when Jungkook named her his ideal type, even though it was scripted.

Minjae: ''Maya, what's your blood type?''

Jungkook: ''I think I know! My ideal type!''

○ the kdrama moment

At the 2020 Golden Disc Awards, Maya was seen walking back to her seating space where her members were already sitting as she had gone to the bathroom. As she walked by the BTS members, she almost tripped over a wire that was loosely laying on the floor. Jungkook didn't hesitate and reached down to help with the wire, while Maya did the same thing.

Their faces were very close to each other and they made eye-contact with each other, resulting in both of them getting up straightaway, realising the position they were in. Maya was seen bowing to him and muttering a formal 'thank you', while Jungkook made his way back to his members.

BTS fans noticed that after his interaction with the Twice member, his smile didn't disappear from his face and that his members gave him teasing grins.

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[beneathashadytree]

Headcannons or a short imagine for Risotto, Giorno, Bruno, and Abbacchio(if that is too many people you can pick two out) with an s/o who has Autism and gets really hyper around people they trust, and just kind of like run around, bounce up and down, and simply laughing at the smallest things. But the truth is they just feel comfortable enough to not mask their energy.

I go through episodes like this with my friends and brother and they judge me or just don't really get it, so it'd be great to see how my comfort characters would handle it! Love ya!

UNMASKED - RISOTTO NERO, GIORNO GIOVANNA, BRUNO BUCCIARATI, AND LEONE ABBACCHIO X READER

Warnings : I hc Giorno as autistic in this, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff and comfort!

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! As an autistic person myself, as well as having ADHD, this was extremely self-indulgent for me too 🫣 Masking is so draining, and leaves me feeling upset, so having someone to be yourself around is the most comforting experience ever. Sending love back to you, and I hope you enjoy this!💗💗

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Risotto admittedly has a rather low social battery and energy levels normally (outside of missions, that is), so he hasn’t really experienced that feeling himself

However, given the mix of different personalities in La Squadra, he’s learnt how to deal with and interact with each of them accordingly

When it comes to his s/o, he couldn’t really help that small, soft smile that crosses his face without him even noticing it

Some peculiar warmth swells in his chest every time he sees them grinning at him, almost bouncing up and down in their seat with the boundless energy they had

Whenever they chattered on about something that interested them, stars shining in their eyes, or enthusiastically talked about their day, he’d quietly listen attentively, with small interjections here and there to show that he was paying attention

He could swear that his heart swelled to twice its size whenever he heard their laugh, so carefree and delighted in his presence

Risotto wasn’t delusional; he knew that being autistic wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, and that they’d struggled with some things that other neurotypical people found easy

But—at the very least—he was glad to be able to offer his lover some semblance of a safe space where they could unwind and slip off that mask they donned around others

If he should sit there for hours on end, simply staring at them with that fond half-smile on his face as they did their own thing, he would willingly do it in a heartbeat

Autistic x Autistic /hj

No but seriously, I’m pretty sure Giorno’s on the autistic spectrum and you can’t convince me otherwise

So he knows all too well how it feels to mask and to have swooping energy levels, and to see his darling feel so at home with him that it all comes apart has him doing the exact same thing as well

No masking in this household, no sir!

Their enthusiasm was always infectious to him, their smile always pulling one of his own

Every hyperfixation of theirs that they loved to share with him had him listening with pleasure, bright green eyes focused on them and them alone

This also encouraged him to share his special interests with them, something he’d never bothered to express to anyone else, preferring to keep things to himself

And every time without fail they’d laugh in his presence, he’d find himself itching to pull them close and into his chest, a brand new feeling he couldn’t exactly name

It felt wonderful to have someone on the same wavelength as him; even if their energy levels were vastly different, they understood each other better than anyone else, and that was something unique to their relationship only

Are you really going to try and convince me that Bucciarati has no experience interacting with neurodivergent people when Narancia is right there? /hj

With the patience of a saint, Bruno is probably the best person to rant to about anything

He’s a brilliant listener and always seems invested in the conversation, no matter how mundane it might seem to outsiders; it was always the biggest delight to him to have them gesticulate as they told him yet another story with shiny eyes

If he was ever on a long mission, or his Capo duties took him away for long periods of time, he loved nothing more than the way they bounded up to him and flung themself into his arms, pure longing and adoration etched onto their expression

And no matter how exhausted he was, hearing their cheerful laugh would erase all tiredness from his face and he would feel rejuvenated

Rest assured that he would definitely take the chance often to tell them how much he appreciates how comfortable they are around him, understanding that it is a great sign of trust for them to not mask when they were with him

He needs to express how honored feels!

Now, Abbacchio has had his fair share of interacting with all different sorts of people

Granted, he prefers to keep to himself more often than not, but hanging around with the rest of the gang meant that he never really minded their hyperactivity

When it came to his lover, he found it doubly endearing, in all honesty

Though he did get drained pretty quickly, he didn’t mind one bit the way they’d eagerly seek him out and launch into retelling a fascinating event that had happened

In fact, he was a sucker for the times when they came up to him with glinting eyes and a brilliant grin, beginning an hour-long non-stop rant about their newest hyperfixation (he loved that they had a passion that would drive them so)

Leone might’ve seemed dispassionate to others, but he would do anything to provide the best sources for any special interests they might have

Time to splurge that mafia money /hj

The Italian countryside was the best place to go on dates, with them running around the fields, laughing out loud and jumping into his lap as he sat down on the grass with the most tender smile and lovesick expression on his face

Though he couldn’t picture himself doing any of this, he couldn’t imagine a world without them roping him in

He’d do whatever it takes to ensure that they’d always consider him their home to come back to; the person they can be themself around

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling