#i needed to add a laptop in and that was IT

[hyunjincanraptoo]

congrats on 500!!!!! i would be happy with literally ANY chan prompt 🥹

Hi, baby! I chose number 11 to you 🤭 This is somehow very self indulgent and so Chan coded imo. And idk about you guys but I miss blonde channie so I had to bring him back. I also reunited all the songs in one playlist :)

11. You made me a mixtape? (I forgot to add this sentence to the story 😅)

Word count: 0.7k

No warnings, this is pure fluff & shy Channie 

Alexa, play Love Language by TOMORROW X TOGETHER 

It starts with a knock you almost miss. Just one— soft, fain, kinda shy 

By the time you open the door, the hallway's already empty, except for a small brown paper bag on your welcome mat. There’s no name, just a little doodled heart on the label, and a playlist titled:

“What’s your love language? This is mine…”, scrawled across a CD sleeve 

Inside you found a carefully labeled CD, five small sticky notes, each folded and numbered. And a slightly crumpled pack of banana flavored candy.

For a moment, you know who made this.

You laugh— because it’s very him.

You slide the CD into your laptop, press play, and sit cross legged on the bed as the first track starts.

Track 1: “Friday I’m In Love” – The Cure

 You unfold the first sticky note.

“It was a Friday. You borrowed a pen from me and tapped it against your lip while thinking. I couldn’t focus for the rest of the lecture. That’s when I realized: I was screwed. I liked you. Like, really liked you”

You press your hand to your mouth to stifle a grin.

Track 2: “Out of My Head” – Khalid & John Mayer

“I tried not to fall. I really did. But then you leaned over to help me find a page in my textbook and your fingers brushed mine. I didn’t sleep that night thinking about you. Still don’t, sometimes”

You clutch the note to your chest.

Track 3: “Banana Pancakes” – Jack Johnson

“Okay… this one’s kind of a dream, but I think about it a lot. Just… you, me, a rainy day, coffee and bad banana pancakes. You laughing at my kitchen while wearing one of my hoodies... I’d be the luckiest man in the whole world”

That explains the banana candy. Of course, Chan doesn't miss details.

Track 4: “Sweet” – Cigarettes After Sex

  “If I ever get to kiss you, I want it to feel like this song. Slow, careful, like we’ve got all the time in the world. I don’t want it to spark and disappear, I want it to stay. I think you’d taste like something sweet. I’d never get tired of it"

Your cheeks burn so hot you have to pause the music for a second.

Track 5: “I Wanna Be Yours” – Arctic Monkeys

“I know this song is kind of dramatic, but I mean every word of it... but in my own way. I don’t need grand gestures, I’d rather be the one who walks you home, who remembers your coffee order, who stays even when things aren’t easy. I wanna be yours, in the quiet, lingering way”

The music fade gently, and you swear you can hear Chan’s heartbeat in every note.

Whipping some tears, you’re already grabbing your hoodie, barefoot, heart racing, mixtape in one hand.

You swing open the door— and there he is, waiting by the stairs.

 His blonde hair is falling in his eyes, one hand behind his back, rocking slightly on his heels. The other hand holds a small, but beautiful, bouquet of your favorite flower .

He stands there under the porch light, with his hoodie sleeves covering his fingers like they’re trying to protect him from how exposed he feels.

You’re holding the mixtape to your chest. Your heart's pounding messy in your chest.

Chan tries to smile, but it’s shaky.

“So…” he starts, voice breathless, “do you… wanna live this story with me?”

You don’t answer, not with words.

You just lean in and kiss him— warmly and gently.

At first, he doesn’t move. Just freezes, widening his eyes. A faint gasp gets caught in his throat like he’s not sure this is really happening.

But then, his shoulders relax. His fingers uncurl around the flowers. And he kisses you back like it’s the first time he’s let himself feel the full weight of hope.

When you pull away, his cheeks are bright pink, lips parted, eyes searching yours like if he blinked he would wake up.

“W–was that… real?”

You grin and tuck your hand into his.

“Yeah”, you whisper, “And I think we just wrote track 6”

He blinks, stunned, “track 6?”

You hold up the mixtape with a playful tilt of your head, “The beginning. Every playlist needs a good opener for what comes next”

You pull out your phone, and hit play.

The smooth beat of 'Day 1' by Honne spills out of the speaker

“'Cause from day one, I was already yours. And if this is where we start… I can’t wait to see the rest"

He makes a shy noise, something in between a laugh and a whimper, and buries his smile behind the flowers.

“I think that’s the best one", he mumbles.

You nudge his shoulder, “Now we just have to write track 7 together"

"I want to write the whole album with you"

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[kxsagi]

YAYAYAYA ITS MAY !!! HAPPY MAY POOKIE

I'm obsessed with blue lock and your post. need dad!husband!nagi and Bachira ! you can add any other characters too 😝

Thank you!

“𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬”

a/n: HIII HAPPY MAY (i'm 5 days late help 💔)

had to include my man in there too (the biased favoritism ik i’m so sorry)

ft. nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi

𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢��𝐨 – “𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬”

your son’s wailing echoes down the hallway. 

nagi doesn’t move. 

you elbow him. “sei, it’s your turn.” 

“ehh…” he grumbles, burying his face into your neck like he thinks that’ll protect him from reality. “rock paper scissors?” 

“you’re literally a professional athlete. go get your child.” 

with a pitiful sigh, he rolls out of bed like a man going to war. it’s 2:38 AM. he trudges into the nursery half-asleep, white hair a fluffy mess, dragging his feet like a cartoon ghost. you hear the creak of the door, then the silence that follows when your son is scooped up into his dad's arms. 

five minutes pass. then ten. 

you get up to check, only to find both of them passed out on the nursery floor. nagi’s legs are splayed across the alphabet rug, your baby boy fast asleep on his chest, one of nagi’s large hands resting protectively on the tiny back. he’s whispering nonsense, dream-talking again. 

“donuts… jelly-filled…” 

you stifle a laugh and grab your phone to take a picture. 

the next morning, you wake up to find the boys still asleep on the floor, powdered donut crumbs in your son’s hair, and nagi holding an empty snack wrapper like he’s claiming it in his will. 

“what happened?” you blink. 

he rubs his eyes groggily. “… he wanted one. couldn’t let him eat alone. that’s bad parenting.” 

“sei, he’s six months old. he doesn’t even have teeth yet.” 

“exactly. can’t even hold the donut. i had to help.” 

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 – “𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫”

you don’t know who’s more nervous, you or your daughter. 

her little legs swing under her chair backstage, ballet slippers tapping a restless rhythm as she keeps whispering “what if i mess up?” over and over like it’s a spell. 

“you won’t,” you tell her, squeezing her hand. “you’ve practiced so hard, sweetie. remember what papa said?” 

she looks up at you with wide eyes. “to bite the nerves and spit them out?” 

“okay well, maybe not that one. the other thing he said.” 

“to dance like i’m a jelly bean that came to life!” 

“that one.” 

bachira, your ever-eccentric husband, shows up fifteen minutes late with glitter on his face and a camera around his neck, already doing pirouettes in the lobby. “i made it! i got the confetti! and the snack bag! and also, uh oh, i think i glued my finger to the camera button–” 

your daughter lights up the second she sees him. 

“papa!!” 

“that’s my little jelly bean!” he cheers, crouching to hug her. “you ready to dance their eyeballs off?” 

“i think so…” 

“listen.” he cups her face with both hands. “if you fall, just pretend you did it on purpose. throw in a somersault. finish with jazz hands.” 

“like this?” she flails dramatically. 

“exactly like that.” 

and she does fall. five seconds into her solo, she trips. 

but your daughter remembers. she somersaults. she jazz-hands. the audience claps. and bachira? he’s crying and standing on his chair like she just won a world cup. 

“that’s my kid!!” he yells. “we’re getting ice cream after this!!” 

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 – “𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬”

“love,” you whisper, poking your head into the living room, “it’s your turn.” 

isagi looks up from his laptop with that same wide-eyed panic he gets when someone passes him the ball in reverse. “for what?” 

“bedtime.” 

you both go silent, listening to the ominous sound of giggles and things crashing upstairs. 

“… i already did bedtime yesterday,” he tries. 

“you brushed her teeth and then helped her do a backflip off the bed.” 

“which was… part of her routine.” 

you give him the look. 

with the dramatics of a man being asked to perform surgery with a spoon, isagi sets down his laptop, cracks his neck, and marches up the stairs like he's heading into battle. 

“alright, little monster,” he calls as he enters your daughter’s room, “bedtime means sleep. not turning into a jungle gym.” 

she’s hanging upside down from the headboard like a tiny spider. “but daddy, i’m not sleepy.” 

“you literally just did three cartwheels and then sang the national anthem for no reason.” 

“i needed to warm up.” 

“for what?” 

she grins. “bedtime olympics.” 

you watch from the doorway as isagi sighs, peels her off the furniture, and tucks her in like he’s folding laundry – gently, but with the exhausted speed of someone on a timer. 

he reads her a bedtime story. or at least, he tries. because she keeps interrupting every five seconds. 

“what’s a dragon?” 

“do dragons have moms?” 

“what if the dragon was a girl but wanted to be a boy?” 

“do you think i can be a dragon?” 

“do you think mommy could beat a dragon in a fight?” 

“… yes?” isagi says, halfway through losing his mind. “but she’d try to make friends with it first.” 

you stifle a laugh from the hallway. he shoots you a desperate look. 

finally, finally, your daughter yawns. her tiny hand finds his, and she mumbles, “you’re my favorite person, daddy.” 

his expression melts. “you’re mine too, baby girl.” 

you head back downstairs thinking that’s the end of it, but ten minutes later isagi comes down with marker on his face, a princess tiara tangled in his hair, and a plushie stuck in his hoodie. 

“she told me i had to dress like bedtime royalty,” he mutters, collapsing on the couch next to you. 

“well, you are king of the jungle gym.” 

“... do kings get ibuprofen?” 

you kiss his cheek. “only the cutest ones.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[natsnerd]

Fuck me, Mommy.

Full disclaimer: This idea was not mine, it was fully inspired by @marvelobsessed134

Link to hers

Word Count: 1.5k

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Kinks used: Mommy kink, Spitting kink, Hair pulling kink, strap on use, degradation kink, praise kink, spanking kink, corruption kink

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Being a virgin, you were teased so badly by your friends, you wanted to save yourself for marriage but all their comments made you insecure, they made sex sound like heaven…

You finally broke, after one of your friends introduced you as the ‘virgin girl' to her boyfriend, you went home in tears that night, upset and humiliated so you looked up potential dating apps.

You searched for a few hours, almost giving up before you stumbled across Natasha's website.

A dominatrix, 

‘Explore your slutty little fantasies in a safe environment’ was the bio, biting your lip you scrolled through her page until you found her booking system.

You booked her for tomorrow, slamming your laptop down immediately as you blushed furiously.

That night you spent showering, shaving and mentally preparing yourself.

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The day of your booking finally came, you were very nervous, you checked the address three times before heading to her studio.

In her rules she said wear clothes that gave her easy access so you wore a short black dress with a lacy black matching panties, your hair was down and had a few curls in it to add more volume 

Once you reached the door, you knocked three times and waited.

“Come in, Pretty girl” A russian accent calls out, an ache between your legs forming from just her access, you took a deep breath before walking inside and closing the door behind you.

Natasha smirked as she looked you up and down, your shy demeanor so obvious in her eyes, “Hi Darling, take a seat, we have to talk before we start” She said as she sat in her chair, gesturing to sit in front of her, once you were sat down, she pulled out a contract.

“This is a safe place, tell me your kinks” She asked you with a soft smile, watching as you nervously fidget with your fingers.

“I'm new to all this…I don't know about any kinks” You answered honestly, a sadistic glint entered nats eyes.

“Okay, sweet girl, why don't you be a good girl for me and lock the door” she asks, testing if you have a praise kink.

Your panties dampened as you eagerly got up and locked the door, bingo, she was right.

“Now be a good little slut and come sit on my lap” She smirks, wanting to test if you responded to degradation, she watched as your face flushed, you walked towards her and sat on her lap, her bare thigh able to feel your panties starting to get soaked.

“Now pup, mommy needs to know if you have a safe word” She ran her fingers through your hair and tugs, your hips buckling slightly showed you were into hair pulling too.

“My safe word is purple” You say as you attempt to grind down on her thigh, gasping when a slap is delivered to your clothed cunt 

“I didn't give you permission to try get off, pup” She whispers in your ear harshly, “Get up and go to that little black door, strip and put on the red set” She commanded you.

You nodded and moved to the door, opening it and closing it before you, your breath catching in your throat as you say the room, paddles, whips, riding crops, strap ons, vibrators, a spanking bench, a desk, rulers, your eyes wandered through all the things meant to be used on subs before landing on the red lingerie, you stripped out of your dress and neatly folded it before putting the red lacy lingerie on

You sat on the floor and waited for Natasha to come in, it felt like years when it was only minutes before you saw her.

“Crawl to me, pup” she says tapping her thigh, you bit your lip and obeyed her command, getting on your hands and knees before crawling to her, humiliation and arousal filling you.

Natasha stroked your hair as you got to her, she wanted you to be in the right headspace for this, a subby headspace where all you would think about was how to please her, “You call me mommy, okay pup?” She whispered in your ear as your eyes glazed over, meaning you were entering the headspace 

“Yes mommy” you smiled.

“Now, tell mommy who else has fucked this cute little pussy” She coos at you, blush coating your face.

“No one, mommy” You whispered, ashamed.

A smirk found its way on natashas face, “Good girl, now, go lay on the bed” She titled your head to see the bed, the only thing you didn't see when you looked around.

You crawled towards the bed, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked behind you, she watched as you got onto the bed and laid on your back.

Her fingers grazed your thighs as she kneels in front of you, her knees sinking into the mattress, she undid the lace panties and tugged them down only slightly so her finger could slide into your pussy.

“Mommys gonna stretch you out, I don't wanna hurt this pretty pussy when mommy puts her cock in you, puppy” She coos at you, her tone a mix of mocking and sincerity, to trigger both your degradation and praise kink.

You nodded at her words, a smile gracing your lips as you thought about how nice your mommy was, how considerate.

She pushed one finger into your cunt, waiting for you to adjust as her eyes wandered all the different straps, wondering which one she could use to fuck her virgin client. 

A soft moan left your lips as she started pumping her finger, attempting to get you used to the feeling, she slid another finger in and started scissoring her fingers inside you as your head lulled back, unable to keep yourself from moaning as she stretched you out.

She used her free hand to pull your panties down completely and pushed in a third finger, pulling your legs so their closer to her, she pumped her fingers into your cunt, “Mommy's good little pup” She whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your neck “And Mommy's good little pup is ready for Mommy's cock” She teases, feeling how close you are to cumming before she pulls her fingers out, watching as you whine, she reached for her strap, 9 inches and thick, a pretty red strap that would soon be coated by you slick and your cum

She strapped the harness on before spreading your legs, “Ready little pup?” She asked, stopping to get consent.

“Y-yes Mommy, please” you bit your lip as you stared at the red strap, it looked huge in your eyes, scary but you wanted it desperately in your cunt.

The moment you said yes she slid her cock in 1 inch at a time, letting you feel every inch of her cock that's about to destroy you, 

“Aah-” a startled moan left you as your pussy stretched out, trying to accommodate the straps length, it stung, “Mommy it hurts!” You cry out, causing mommy to still her movements 

“Shh, good girl, your such a good girl for being vocal and telling mommy the truth” She kissed your head and stroked your cheek, “Just tell me when you want mommy to move” Natasha said softly, she was a harsh dom normally, but with you she wanted to be soft, make you feel safe in the BDSM world, to trust this world.

Natasha waited patiently, when you nod she starts thrusting into your cunt, slow and deliberate, wanting you to feel every single inch as she hits your g spot.

Moans and mewls fall from your lips as you try hold onto the mattress, “Mommy's little slutty girl, your pussy is taking my cock so greedily” She smirks as she starts thrusting faster, pulling your head back, her hand making its way to your jaw, forcing it open and spitting in your mouth as if she owns you.

“Mommy! I'm so close” You moan as you swallow her spit, your legs shaking with want, your walls clenching around the toy.

Natasha slides her hand down your body and rubs your clit, the simple move enough to make you cum in seconds. 

“Tsk, mommy didn't say you could do that” She teases you, as she fucks you through your orgasm, “Mommys gonna have to punish you now” She kisses your cheek and pulls her cock out, now coated, the red makes the cum stand out as it drips off.

She pulls you up by your arm and bends you over the spanking bench, “Hm, Mommy's only gonna give you 5 okay? Since your new to this world” She whispers in your area as she palms your ass, a swift slap to the ass causes you to gasp.

“Say thank you mommy” She nibbles on your earlobe 

“One, thank you mommy” You mumble in a weak voice, your body still in shock from the powerful orgasm.

She spanks you again, faster with a hard hand, “Two thank you mommy” You say as the pain stings your skin

The third, fourth and fifth spank was fast and painful but rewarding.

Natasha picked you up and cleaned your pussy and your thighs, rubbing a lotion on your ass so you wouldn't feel the pain, she called it aftercare 

You were definitely coming back for seconds. 

[destielembarker]

Metal Arm MECHANICS: 🦾🖤

some headcanons about Bucky Barnes and the relationship he has with his metal arm.

18+ please comment your thoughts!!!

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-it has a cooling mechanism that makes it sound like computer fans running

-along with that it also makes quiet robotic noises when he moves

-sentry proved it’s able to be heated up therefore him putting it on straight out the dishwasher had to be physically HOT

-he knows how to remove his arm (now) so he does from time to time

-he also had to protect that hole in his shoulder when he takes it off so no dust/dirt/water can get in and possibly harm him or the mechanics of the arm.

-do you think he sleeps with it on or off? u ever slept with your laptop in bed with you? that shit is hard and cold.

-It definitely vibrates

-he has a tracking device in it that he can ping when he loses it.

-it can move independently once he removes it.

-he gets phantom pain all. the. time.

-it’s waterproof, duh (showers, washing hands)

-he’s very good at doing things one handed now. (u ever watched Soul Surfer. he struggled at first. steve helped.)

-u think it’s able to heat up if it gets frozen? (i gotta do more research on vibranium)

-fingers are detachable (mainly for repairs) but the first time it happened it clanked on the floor and the room went silent as he quietly picked it up and reattached it.

-he cleans out the cracks and crevices with a q tip

-u think he texts Shuri whenever it starts bugging out bc he’s an old man that still gets confused with technology

-talking about texting, he can only type with his right hand bc the metal doesn’t work on the phone screen.

-he’s right handed !! 🥰

-my mind says he doesn’t need to charge it but like, what if it did.

-he wears watches/bracelets on it!!

-kids are enamored by it. adults are petrified of it.

-u ever seen toy story? Sam shakes Bucky’s hand with it. it turns into an argument about touching his things.

-Sam also knows how to remove his arm and does from time to time to piss him off.

-Steve asks a lot of questions about the mechanics and physics of his arm. in which Bucky responds with “idk they just kinda gave it to me.”

-Shuri made multiple prototypes that are able to connect to the new hole they placed in his torso. theres so many mods like guns/cannons/laser blasters that they’ve yet to give to him.

-he named it.

-Alpine bites his metal fingers then snuggles up with it when hes not home and returns to find her curled up on it with her chin resting on the open palm.

-She prefers to be pet with the metal arm too which makes him so happy that this precious creature is able to see it as a source of love and not a weapon of destruction.

-how heavy do we think the new vibranium is in comparison to the HYDRA one and do you think that’s why in civil war he was so bulky in the shoulders/chest is because he was having to carry around this heavy ass shit.

-it glares real bad in the sunlight, making road trips hard when he is driving.

-metal detectors????? mfer works in congress so going into government buildings is HARD. (putting his arm into the bin for security and they all stand there shocked 👀)

-WD-40 IS HIS BEST FRIEND AFTER STEVE DIED LMAOOOO

ADD MOREEEEE

[pome-seed]

The Soldier's Keeper ★ 37

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Summary: In the past few weeks, the weather had started to shift. So during the calm of your stay in Wakanda, you enjoy a night in the rain.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Fluff. Self Regulation Problems. Little bit of panic.

18+ blog, Minors Do Not Interact.

Authors Note: My broken laptop decided to work for me for a little!!! ALSO, if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know :)

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The region you resided in had two seasons. Wet and dry. Always hot. You hadn’t been in Wakanda for long, but you were told the weather was currently in its shifting period from wet to dry.

The grass grew green and the air misted with dew. To prepare for the coming rain, you were taught that you needed to add extra straw lining to the roof of your hut. 

Bucky did almost all the labor without you asking. He carried a heavy barrel of straw as you walked the carved path back to your huts. You glanced up at the sky, at the gathering clouds. 

“Do you like the rain?”

Bucky shifted the thick dry straw under his arm. “It’s fine.”

You glanced at the man, his gaze sweeping over the valley around you. It had been a few days since you watched the sunset together, and since then, you were only more sure of how you felt. You were thankful for the peace of nature.

The peace of solitude, outside the city, outside the world. 

As a scientist born and raised in a big city, you never thought you would say that. But you meant it. You liked the simplicity of things. You liked the safety. 

“You haven’t seen much rain, have you?” You stepped over an overgrown tree root. 

“Nope,” Bucky rolled his neck, glancing at you. “Snow, yes. A lot of snow.”

You suppressed a smile and nodded. “Mm, snow. I doubt we’ll see much of that here.” 

“Perfect,” he muttered. “Add that to the list.”

“The list?” You squinted up at him.

“List of things I like about this place,” he looked a little abashed at the minor confession. You waited for him to continue, listening silently. “Like the quiet, and the food, and-” he shrugged. “It’s just nice.”

“I like the security.” You smiled, reaching down to itch where the tall grass tickled your leg. “It’s safe here. Safer than I think anywhere else on the planet.” You chuckled.

Bucky smiled to himself, agreeing beyond words. It was always hard for him to articulate himself, like words were lost on him, but he wanted to share his thoughts. He wanted to express how secure he found your little slice of the earth, hidden in a valley. 

He liked the solitude. Beside the children that visited from the nearest village homestead, and Shuri, you both were left alone. He liked it that way. 

He would never admit it, but he liked it.

He missed Steve, with every small notice from the outside world, but he didn’t feel the need to leave. He felt safe. He felt free, in a way he never had before. 

Wakanda was proving to be the place where Bucky felt most himself, and he was slowly beginning to accept that.

When you arrived back at your little home, Bucky set to work with relaying the dry straw. You watched him with a fond grin as he worked, that strong frown gracing his lips. 

By the second hour, a few of the village children came by with baskets of corn and paint. You sat on the rocks with them as they taught you how to paint their faces with earthy colors.

You hadn’t learned as much of the Wakandan language as Bucky, but you could tell they were teasing you.

You hadn’t noticed, but at some point Bucky finished his work, and was watching you. He chewed at his thumbnail and suppressed a smile when one of the children scolded you for using the wrong color. 

One of the boys looked over your shoulder and started shouting at Bucky, using the fond nickname they coined for him. He stiffened slightly, still not used to the comfortable way the children flocked around him.

You snickered at the wide eyed look he had when a young boy started hopping up into his space.

You never thought Bucky would be so good with children, with his aloof and distant nature. But he was always so kind to them, allowing them to poke at his metal arm and paint shapes and lines over the steel. You could see the way he marveled at their kind nature. 

How they weren’t afraid of him.

Rice popped in the smooth pan, sizzling as Bucky added tomato paste. The bonfire crackled against the stones holding it together, dry twigs reduced to ash as the flames raged. You glanced up at Bucky over the fire, the light casting him in a soft glow.

Over the past few days, you and Bucky joined each other by the pond in making dinner. It was nothing fancy, usually just simple proteins and rice, but it was delicious. While Bucky stirred the rice, you peeled the plantains, then tossed them in the pan. 

The soft vegetables turned a slight yellow color under the heat. Bucky picked a fallen leaf out of the pan of rice with his metal fingers. “How’s your treatment going?” 

Bucky stiffened, then forced himself to relax. “Shuri’s good at what she does.” He shook the pan, spreading the rice. “They have this room-” he cocked his jaw, picking his words carefully. “They’ve been hooking me up to all these wires and sitting me in there for hours. It’s like when I’m in there, nothing can get to me.”

Bucky spoke with gentle caution, picking through the darkest trials of his treatments.

You listened carefully, dishing out portions of food onto smooth wooden plates. 

“She used a combination of vibranium-based tech and biochemical blockers - something that dampens the synaptic response to the trigger words. Like…retraining my brain not to obey.” He took the plate from you, avoiding your kind gaze as he spoke. 

“Do you think it’s working?” You passed him utensils. 

He shrugged, mashing the plantains on his plate. “Not a damn clue.” He swallowed. “I hope it is.”

“You’re gonna have to test it eventually, right?” You pushed carefully.

He nodded, pushing the rice around on his place. “Yeah.”

“Do you think you’re ready for that?”

He looked up at you now, the flames flickering in the bright blue of his eyes. “I don’t know. But I don’t really have a choice.”

“Yeah,” You muttered, watching as he took his first bite. “Or you could just stay here forever, live off the land. Never worry about it again.” You joked, shoving a bite in your mouth.

Bucky lifted a brow as he chewed. “Great plan.” He muttered sarcastically.

You watched him clear his plate easily, then go back for a second. Usually you had fish with dinner, but after laying extra straw all afternoon, Bucky forgot to catch one.

You tried to imagine what that life would look like for Bucky. Disappearing from the world, staying hidden in the great expanse of nature. Bathing in the pond. Picking his own food. Learning beading techniques from the village children. 

Peaceful. Quiet. 

“You like it here,” your lips quirked in a smile. 

Bucky stirred his plate and nodded. “I do.” He shrugged. “Out here…there's no missions, no expectations, no threats. Just-” He turned his face away from the heat of the fire. He swallowed the words just us. “Just the goats.”

You scraped at your plate, listening quietly. “Just the bucks.”

He rolled his eyes at you, pointing his spoon in your direction. “Don’t start that.”

“You don’t want to talk about un-castrated goats?” You tilted your head.

He grimaced, setting his spoon on his plate. “Why do you even know that?”

“One of the wonders of being born in the past few decades is the internet. You haven’t used it much- and probably shouldn’t- but you can learn a lot on there.” You set your plate on the floor by your feet. 

“And you chose to look into goats?” He squinted at you. You shrugged. 

“You fall down rabbit holes.” You paused. “Maybe we should go into the city and you can get on a computer or something. Then you’ll get it.”

He cringed and shook his head. “I think I’m good on goat castration.”

“That’s not-” You choked on a laugh, slapping a hand over your face. “You can look into other things, Bucky.” 

But you doubted he wanted to. He didn’t want to go into the city. He wanted to stay right where he was, with you.

A sizzling sound fizzled by the fire as slow drops of water dripped into the pan between you. You turned your head to the sky, holding your hands out. A gentle breeze shook the trees. A ticklish cold drop stained your palm as rain began to descend from the sky. 

Bucky copied you and held his hands out, feeling the drops against his skin. As the minute stretched, the rain grew heavier, dampening the firepit until only wet smoke remained. You grinned and rose from the grass. 

Bucky’s instinct was to move into his hut and hide from the weather, but he stayed to watch you. Sitting with his legs crossed on the dirt, his gaze tracked you. 

The scattered droplets decorated the pond's surface with echoing ringlets. The sound had you closing your eyes to listen closer. The shoulders of your shirt began to stick to your skin as you stood there, feeling the water seep through your clothes. 

A shiver wracked your body as a gentle breeze blew through the valley. You nearly jumped when a warm hand swept down your spine. Your eyes snapped open to see Bucky at your side, his face tipped up towards the sky.

He usually moved with steady silence, but tonight the rain helped him surprise you. “We’ll get sick if we stay out, won’t we?” He asked, his voice low and quiet beneath the rhythmic pattern of the rain. 

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips as you looked at him, long dark hair sticking to his skin, eyes squinted narrowly against the water that gathered in his eyelashes. 

“No, we’re fine.” He glanced down at you. You tracked the drop of water that slid down the bridge of his nose. “Only if we stay out for long. Being cold lowers your immune system and makes you more vulnerable to sickness, but only if we’re out for long.” You rambled, your gaze stuck on the way Bucky wiped water from his lips.

“Ah,” he nodded, looking back up at the sky. You shivered again, and his hand pet your lower back slowly- like an instinct.

“I like the rain,” you raised your voice over the chatter of the droplets on the pond. “I think it’s pretty.”

“Yeah?” He let his eyes slide closed, the cold mist sprinkling his skin. 

“Yeah.” You stared at him in thought, fond memories and images of him burned into your mind. “Wanna try something?”

He glanced back at you, wiping a hand down his face. “Like what?”

“Wanna go for a swim?”

“That sounds exactly like it would lower your temperature.” Water dripped from his eyelashes. 

“You only live once.”

He stared at you for a long moment, under the flickering light of the sun as it disappeared between clouds and the horizon. He watched a drop of water gather in the corner of your lips, then slide down your chin. 

“Fine.”

You grinned and stepped out of his space, already tugging your shirt up. “Then c’mon.” 

You were in the water before Bucky could catch his breath, your pants sticking to the soil by his feet, where you threw them. You gasped when the cold water hit your waist, rising over the tender flesh of your stomach.

“Fuck- that’s much colder in the rain,” you laughed. 

There was a splash behind you, and then you felt the warmth radiating from his chest. “You’re supposed to be a scientist, remember.” 

You turned around, sending a splash his way. “Don’t get smart with me.” You tried to sound exasperated, but the tone died in your throat as you looked at him. 

The last rays of daylight washed over his naked skin like the first glow of a dying star. Rain dripped and slid down the column of his throat, gathering in the dips of muscle on the way down his chest. He raked his dark hair back, metal fingers contrasting sharply with the wet strands. 

“‘M not trying to,” he grinned. “But a scientist should know cold is cold.”

You sent another splash his way, making him shiver. A gentle breeze rustled through the damp grass, making your bare skin break out in goosebumps. Your bra clung to your skin like wet on water, now your only cover. 

You should have thought this plan through, you realize, as Bucky’s wandering gaze tracked your shiver. You took a few more steps back into the pond, until cool blue water tickled the underside of your breasts. 

“It’s not nice to be so snarky, you know,” you finally replied, dipping your head back to let the cold flush your hair.

Bucky pressed his lips together, smothering his light smile into something dopey. He watched the length of your hair spread out across the surface as you dipped your head under. He tracked your distorted form.

He hissed when you pinched the top of his foot, making him stumble back. You caught his foot and yanked, and then he was falling back. His large form made bubbles spread underwater from his impact. 

You popped your head up with a gasp, wiping your eyes- useless, as water rained from the sky. You snickered at Bucky’s dark head of hair, distorted by ripples. 

You let the cold rain seep into your bones, spreading and chilling you. You didn’t care. 

Bucky’s long limbs spread out beneath the surface, your brows pinched together. “What are you doing-?” You barely finished the sentence in time for a thick arm to slide around your waist. 

You yelped as you were pulled from the water weightlessly. “Buck-” He shifted you, tucking you under his arm- like you were another barrel of straw. 

You could barely scold him through wheezing laughter, squirming as his palm spread out across your stomach. “Stop moving,” Bucky snickered, carrying you back until the water reached his knees. You shivered as rain tickled your back. 

“Bucky, I swear-” You laughed. 

Bucky slid his arms around you, hauling you into the air. He promptly tossed you with measured strength. You shrieked as your body went airborne, wind and rain mixing until all you could feel was water. You landed with a heavy splash, several yards from the shore.

You finally broke the surface with a gasp. The first thing you heard was thick, unfiltered laughter. You blinked away drops until you could see him, hand smacked over his chest, as if he was trying to physically hold himself together. 

“Ass!” You laughed, kicking your feet gently to stay afloat. 

“That's a donkey, we only want goats, remember?” He shouted, swimming towards you. You rolled your eyes, turning to swim in the opposite direction. 

Bucky caught your ankle and dragged you back to him. He could still stand at that distance, you realized. Sometimes you forgot just how big the man was. 

“It rains once and now you’re full of jokes.” You panted, squinting at him through the rain.

Bucky held his metal arm out wordlessly, allowing you to use it to hold yourself up, so your legs didn’t grow tired. “Your ideas don’t always go the way you want.” He swallowed, his chest rising quickly as he caught his breath. 

“I’m never going swimming with you again,” you muttered, your voice almost too low to hear over the rain crashing against the pond. 

“Hm?” Bucky tilted his head, leaning close to hear you. 

Your breath hitched. Your lips brushed his ear. “I’m never taking you swimming again.” 

He chuckled quietly, his teeth chattering from the cold. “You made the first move,” he leaned back, his gaze dropping to your lips again, to track your words. “Can’t get mad when I play your game.”

“I didn’t throw you.”

“You couldn’t if you tried.” His teeth nipped at his lip, trying to suppress a smile. 

You tried to think of something quick-witted to say, but your words failed you. Reality dawned on you slowly as you met his gaze, his dark lashes sharp against soft blue. You knew where you were. How you both were dressed. 

You knew that your relationship was born out of fear and pain, but it bloomed into something all of your own efforts.

Something warm and safe and kind. 

Something beautiful. The kind that made it easy to strip to your underwear and go swimming in the rain. 

“Hey Buck?” You panted, glancing up at him. 

“Hm?” He tilted his head at you, his flesh hand sliding to your waist. He told himself it was to help you stay afloat. He knew it didn’t matter. He just wanted to feel you beneath his touch. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Your voice died on you, growing meek as you spoke. Droplets of rain slid down your nose, falling to the water between you. 

He heard you easily, close enough to feel your breath if you gasped deep enough. His throat bobbed as he swallowed your words, his mind working overtime to analyze your meaning. Truth was, it didn’t matter what you were referring to.

Nothing he did with you was familiar ground.

“No,” He spoke tenderly, blinking at you through mist. “I’ve-” He caught himself, his curious gaze scattering over your features. “Never.”

“Me neither,” you smiled, timid. You dipped your chin, catching your wavering reflection between you- before the heavy rain scattered the image. Bucky’s metal arm pulled from beneath the water. You caught yourself on his shoulders, fingers pressing to muscle for support. 

Cold steel slid across your cheek, dragging your gaze up to meet his. You swallowed heavily. 

His lips quirked in a nervous smile as he pushed soaking strands of hair from your face. “You only live once, right?” He echoed your words, his metal fingers sliding down the bend of your neck. 

You nodded, huffing out a choked laugh. A shiver trembled down your spine, making your teeth clatter together. 

Bucky frowned to himself, his thumb pressing into your stomach from where he held your waist. “We should go before you get sick,” he muttered. You stared up at him, instinctively leaning closer as he pulled away- even just a fraction. 

“I don’t want to go yet.” You felt breathless. Why were you so breathless?

His brows pinched together gently, in that familiar, thoughtful way. “Not yet,” he echoed your words, his gaze tracking your lips as they formed words. 

“Bucky,” you whispered. He wouldn’t hear it if he wasn’t watching. But he was, he was always watching you. 

Your name fell from his tongue like a prayer. You’d never heard him sound like that. But he said it again, his metal palm sliding heavily across the side of your head, pushing back hair as the rain made it slide free. 

Your foreheads knocked together. 

What were you doing? 

You could feel his eyelashes flutter shut against your eyebrow. You could feel how cold his skin was. Your face slid against his, your temples touching as you leaned into one another. His heated breath fanned against your cheek.

His strong nose dragged against your cheekbone as he turned into your face.

He repeated your name again, soft and weak.

“Bucky…” You didn’t know what you wanted to say. You didn’t know what you were doing.

You just knew you didn’t want to stop. 

His lips brushed the corner of your mouth.

A gasp trembled in your chest. Your fingers nearly slipped from his shoulder. 

His tongue grazed your skin as he licked his lips. 

Thunder rumbled in the sky, trembling and rocking the earth.

His eyes flew open, but he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t. Metal fingers tugged gently at the hair on the base of your neck. You rocked your face into his, where his mouth dragged against your cheek. Rough stubble scratched your skin raw. 

A soft, broken noise hitched in his throat. 

You slid a hand up the back of his neck, pushing into his hair. You turned into him, pushing your forehead to his. You dragged your nails against his scalp. 

A trembling sigh fell against your lips. 

“Bucky,” you called, gently petting his skin. Lightning slashed in the sky, sharp and blinding. Like a trance broken, the bruising grip on your body released. He gasped wetly into the space between you. His arm slid around your waist, and then you weren’t holding yourself up at all. 

Bucky held your body against his, tremors wracking his muscles beneath the water. His head dropped to your shoulder as he sucked in a sharp breath.

Your dazed hand slipped down the nape of his neck as you caught your breath. 

“I-” Bucky’s voice crackled against your neck, quiet and careful. He shook his head. “I’m s-” He swallowed, droplets of water spilling over his lips. He swayed with the water, almost wishing he had something to lean on- something to hold his weight while he held yours.

“We should head back,” you whispered beneath the roar of the weather.

He dipped his chin to his chest, staring at his distorted reflection between you. He nodded helplessly. “Yeah.” He whispered, barely audible. 

Thunder rumbled again. A breeze shook leaves from the trees. You squeezed your eyes shut against the rain, trying desperately to catch your breath, from whatever that was.

You felt the need to run, to hide, to play pretend. 

But there was no hiding from Bucky. 

There was no lying to him, or smothering whatever this was that took up space in your chest. 

And as his touch trailed down your naked back, memorizing, you knew he understood the same thing. 

By the time you made it to shore, you were trembling so hard you could barely stand. But that didn’t matter, because Bucky was there to hold you up. He was silent the whole swim back, his steady hands the only evidence he was still there.

You gathered your clothes from where they stuck to mud, your fist shaking with your tight grip. Bucky’s hand slid down your naked waist, his brows pinched in concern as you trembled. Though, when you met his gaze, he almost recoiled. Embarrassment- vulnerability- flashed behind those familiar blue eyes. 

He tugged his lip between his teeth. His hand slid away from your waist. You followed his distant gaze as he glanced at his hut. You could imagine the escape he was working out in his head. 

But he couldn't run from you. Not really. “Buck,” you called his name. He almost didn’t hear it over the rain. “Bucky,” you called out, his gaze snapped to yours. Your heart thundered in your chest with the force of the sky, beating in time with the scattered rain. His throat bobbed visibly. 

Your soaking clothes slid from your hand. 

His cheek twitched with the frail restraint that held him together. That kept him in one piece.

But you didn’t want to see the mask. The shotty glue that kept his pieces slotted together in what resembled the man he should be. 

You didn’t want that Bucky.

You wanted your Bucky.

Your freezing hands slid up the expanse of his chest, your smooth palm cradling his jaw. His spine gave in as he leaned into you, heavy and barely breathing. 

“Fuck-” his voice trembled into the space between you as he collapsed into your body. You sucked in a sharp breath as he tugged you into him, his strong arms curling around you.

His calloused fingers slid into your hair and yanked you close. 

His lips dragged against your cheek. 

Through all the pain and loss you’d endured, you often thought nothing mattered. You thought you’d lost everything, and your life was doomed to fade into the shadows. 

You thought darkness had overtaken everything you ever cared about.

But now, standing in the rain, soaking wet, cradled by Bucky, you realized how wrong you were. 

As Bucky’s lips pressed to yours in a bruising kiss, you realized how worth it it all was.

You gasped into his mouth, his tongue filling the gap. His hand trembled against your jaw, where he cradled you close. He groaned softly, the sound spreading over your tongue as you tasted him.

A fiery, swelling longing spread through your chest, melting the ice that coated your flesh. You held the back of his head with barely there control, your nails dragging down his scalp. 

You could feel him whine against your lips, his metal arm winding around your back. He hiked you up against him, your toes barely grazing the floor.

You dragged your lips against his in a heated, tender kiss. Plush and bruising and wet. The words you both felt helpless to say burned into each other's skin with each touch. Your tongue dragged over his, soft and careful between brushes of lips. 

His teeth nipped at your lip, his body begging to bring you closer- closer than physically possible. 

Your feet left the ground as he straightened. His steel fingers slid over the curve of your ass, dragging your thigh up to wrap around him. You panted against his tongue, curling your body around him. You brushed his hair back from where it stuck to your cheeks. 

Bucky let out a choked off sound when your ankles locked around his hips. You swallowed the taste of him. 

You were moving, you realized, as he ducked below the short entry to his hut. The lack of rain hit you instantly, making you shiver against him. He dragged his scarred palm down your throat in a soothing touch. 

His stubble scraped your face raw as he pressed closer, begging to consume you. He groaned into your mouth as your hands wandered, your slick skin sliding together. 

The slow friction made him pant, warmth and tender touch tearing down his walls. His knees nearly buckled when your tongue stroked over his, your palm dragging over his Adam's apple. 

It was like a spell was cast over you both, or like one was broken. Like all the control and restraint and bottled emotions broke free. Like all the fear and care and longing was too much.

His skin felt raw and ablaze beneath your touch, shaken with tremors and terrified. 

Terrified, but oh so free. 

Bucky gently pressed your body into his mattress, his large body blanketing yours. You felt suffocated and safe all at once. Like the air around you was new and sacred, but fizzling thinner by the second. 

Bucky muttered your name against your lips, pressing and nipping and worshiping. You nearly sobbed when he gently sucked on your tongue. 

His palms dragged down your waist, pinning you steady. But it wasn’t you who was shaking, it was him.

It was him who was falling apart, piece by piece, wrecked and broken and whole all at once. The tender vulnerability he carried around you was cracked raw in a whole new way, and it was like that soft core inside of him was bleeding.

He was bleeding and he couldn’t breathe. He was falling and he couldn’t catch himself. With each drag of his tongue, and each plush press of his lips, he was breaking.

Breaking apart and open, never to be sealed again. 

He groaned into your mouth, pressing his weight onto you, smothering you with his overwhelming presence. You gasped, barely catching shallow breaths between his achingly raw kisses.

“B- Mm-” You sucked gently at his bottom lip, pulling a wrecked sound from his chest. He let out a noise- one so deeply close to a sob- against your tongue. 

You slid your cold hands along his jaw, thumbs swiping droplets of water from his cheeks. His heavy breath felt warm against your flesh. You stroked his cheek, petting him. 

“Bucky…” You whispered, your other hand pressing gently against his nape. “Bucky,” you called, allowing him to clumsily nip at your jaw. 

With each scattered breath, you stroked down his spine, chanting his name like a prayer. His body was wracked with tremors, emotions bubbling hot and high. 

You called his name again as his tongue swept over the hinge of your jaw. His breath hitched. His strong hands pressed into your hips. He swallowed hard, his nose tracing a line along your throat. He couldn’t catch his breath. 

“Breathe,” you whispered. You slowly wrapped your fingers around his scarred wrist, then dragged it to the narrow space between you. You slid his palm against your breastbone, pressing his touch over your heart. “Breathe.”

He swallowed, his body sagging further into yours. His lips pressed to your pulse point, feeling the steady beat. You felt the trembling puffs of breath against your skin. 

You slowly inhaled, your racing heart struggling to slow. You tried to pretend you were grounded, but god was it hard- with him, like this.

Bucky’s bionic arm made a clicking noise as plates shifted. His fingers gently released the bruising grip. 

You held him close, stroking his wet hair back as he pressed close. You didn’t want him to pull away. You didn’t want this to end. But he needed to catch his breath. 

He made a soft noise against your throat. You pressed a tender kiss to the crown of his head. He sighed against you. His cold metal palm dragged down the outside of your thigh in a comforting motion. 

Bucky’s fingers twitched against your chest, pressing closer. He took slow breaths in time with yours, his eyes closed as he listened. Rain crashed gently against the fresh straw of the hut, trailing off and pooling in the grass outside. 

You trailed a hand down Bucky’s back, petting his cold skin. He trembled, whether from the weather, or from his own panic, you didn’t know. You never really knew what was going on in his head.

And neither did he, as he pressed you into the mattress, cradling you close. He couldn’t make sense of himself. Of what you’d done. Of what he felt.

He knew he felt something. Something foreign and warm and achingly tender. Something reserved just for you. 

He knew when he saw you, he felt he could breathe easier. He knew the feeling of your touch trailing over his skin felt like electricity. He knew the sound of your voice made him feel safe. 

That you made him feel safe. In a way nothing ever had. 

He knew he didn’t want to lose you. He didn’t want to break you. Break this. 

He pressed his wet lips to your throat, his eyes squeezed shut against his racing mind. You shushed him quietly, pressing your cheek to the crown of his head. 

You wouldn’t let him retreat. You wouldn’t let him run. 

So he sank into you and sighed shakily against your skin. The tension rippling down his spine eased, just a fraction.

You swallowed your words and did what you knew how to do best; be there.

A/N: It happened!!!!! I hope you guys like how it worked out. I originally wasn't intending on having them kiss yet, but it just felt right. It felt safe, and ready. Comment your thoughts! 18+ MDNI

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She tried to pay attention to Professor Kylo Ren, though her efforts weren’t doing much good. The seminar was coming up on three hours, the classroom air was stuffy, and a fluorescent lightbulb flickered overhead. It was already dark outside, the blackness in the windows reflecting back the image of an irritable professor and disinterested grad students. 

The lecture that droned on bored Y/N, the professor’s gorgeous appearance far more captivating than any medieval history lesson he insisted on dragging out. It wasn’t that he was a bad professor, it was that he seemed to hate her, and she seemed to hate him all the same. The handsome man was stern, demanding perfection in a way that nobody could ever live up to. His punishing scowl was even more famous in the university than he himself, one she was all too familiar with. 

“Do you have anything to add, Miss Y/N?” The sound of your name on Kylo’s lips snapped her back into reality, her lips parting in a frustrated huff. 

“Only that I think this lecture is worse than the black death,” you snarked, earning a few shocked giggles from her peers that would never dare disrespect Professor Ren. 

Kylo crossed his arms over his broad chest, leaning back against the edge of his desk, a dark glare locked on the student that he loathed. A sharp bolt of electricity shot through his nerves at the sight of Y/N’s smirk, making him even angrier. He forced himself not to think about how he truly desired to correct your disrespect, to force you into submission. 

“Quite pleased with yourself, are you? Everyone is dismissed except Y/N,” he barked, students immediately rushing out of the suffocating classroom. 

“I have places to be, professor,” Y/N stood, slipping her laptop into her bag, ignoring his order to stay behind. 

“Why do you have to have such a fucking attitude with me?” Kylo snapped, fed up with being dismissed. 

“Why do you have to be such a —” 

“Kylo, are you able to discuss the findings for our upcoming conference?” Professor Djarin called from the doorway, interrupting the two’s brewing argument. 

Kylo cleared his throat, standing up straight off of the desk and giving Y/N one last scathing glare. 

“Of course, let’s head to my office.”

“Goodnight, Professor Ren,” Y/N spoke, her sweet voice dripping with poison as she swept past him.

. 

Ever since she had left the classroom behind, Y/N hadn’t been able to stop thinking of her professor. Stars, she hated him, he was undoubtedly the worst of them all, and yet something about him pulled her in. Something she cursed whenever she noticed her wandering thoughts. 

With a groan, she plopped down on her bed, eyes closed to try and work through her thoughts. She detested him, hated him more than words could ever express, but maker, he was handsome. Even Y/N could admit that much.

Perhaps she had even touched herself to the thought of him once or twice before - okay, a lot more than that. But a few wandering thoughts didn’t seem to hurt, and most importantly they didn’t stop her hatred from spiralling. And hatred is what she needed to survive his boring course and the homework he didn’t even seem to correct.

She reached for her phone, staring at the screen while hitting up one of her friends, desperate for some kind of distraction. Perhaps some clubbing could force her thoughts to let go of the annoying professor, or even a house party where she could link up with those she hadn’t seen in a few weeks.

It only took her friend a few minutes to reply and to send her the details of their meeting spot. Y/N couldn’t stop her grin from widening as she rose to her feet once again, leaving the comfort of her bed to find something good to wear. Her fingertips stroked along a few dresses and skirts until she settled on an outfit she had worn in class a few weeks ago.

Back then Professor Ren had murmured something about the inappropriateness of her clothes, which seemed to be exactly what she needed. Her eyes studied her reflection in the mirror as Y/N dressed herself and retouched her makeup, filled by an all too familiar giddiness she didn’t want to shake until enough alcohol could loosen up her system.

The chilly air wrapped itself around her as she left her home and made her way towards the home where she’d meet her friend. 

.

Y/N was barely ten steps in the house before her best friend was putting a shot in her hand. The pink whitney burned going down, but at this point she’d drink almost anything to shake the frustration of her graduate class. 

“Another?” A shooter was held out, dangling from a girl’s hand, calling to her like siren. 

“Fuck it,” Y/N cheered before swallowing. 

Bad pop music from the 2010’s was blaring from someone’s speaker as five already tipsy girls all tried to fix their hair in the bathroom mirror. Someone had shouted that the uber would arrive in three minutes to escort the group downtown, where they’d crawl from club to bar until nobody could stand. 

Y/N didn’t have anything to lose — Professor Ren’s class had already been cancelled in the morning, likely him throwing a tantrum at her attitude. That left a night of debauchery on the table with nowhere to drag a hungover body to in the a.m.

She hardly remembered getting downstairs, registering that she was squeezed into the back of an uber with her friends, taking a short hit off of someone’s vape being passed around the party. 

“That was bad ass of you in class today, Y/N!” One of Professor Ren’s haters called over the music. 

“Yeah! He looked like he wanted to choke you!” Another chimed in innocently. 

Though the words were just an expression, it twisted Y/N’s stomach into a knot. The image of Kylo’s hand around her throat left her shifting in her seat, suddenly far too warm in the skimpy dress that squeezed her figure. 

A couple sips from a flask in the club’s queue, and Y/N was all too emboldened by the alcohol to think straight. She awkwardly made her way down a flight of stairs in an alley, into the club that was pulsing with blue and purple lights. The bass throbbed in her body, jarring her skeleton with every unsteady step. 

As much as she had hoped that her drunk mind could distract her from Kylo and her wandering thoughts, they only seemed to grow more intense with every passing minute. She needed a breather, desperate for some cold air to be sucked into her aching lungs. Y/N pushed through the body of dancing people, barely able to see where her feet were taking her until she finally managed to step out into the cold. 

Her body took her a few more steps away from the loud music before she sat down on the sidewalk, knees pressed to her chest. Deep breaths were inhaled into her shaking body, hands pressed to her warm cheeks to try and ground herself. 

Perhaps she needed to get home, set on sleeping the day away until her hangover would be awful enough to curse herself out. Perhaps she needed a few calmer moments to shake all the confusing thoughts and the hatred that seemed to wander up her throat like bile rising. 

“Miss Y/N?” She froze, eyes squeezed shut for a second. And then all too slowly she managed to look up at him. Kylo was towering over her, hands pushed into the pockets of his jacket, height all too towering. 

“Fuck me.” 

Kylo scoffed at the profane greeting, no more happy to see her than she was to see him. Y/N put her hand out, trying to balance to pull herself to her feet, only making it halfway up before falling back down on the hard concrete sidewalk.

“Jesus Christ, you’re messy,” Kylo sighed, reaching down and gripping her forearms, pulling her to her feet. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Y/N sneered, putting her hands on his chest — intending to shove him off, though the second her palms were pressed to the strong muscles, her body forgot that this was the man she hated.

“Getting a drink after how much shit you put me through,” he shot back, going to let go until she started to wobble in her heels. 

“You… you can’t get away from me. You’re here because you want to fuck me, you creep.”

Kylo knew it was the drunk ramblings of an angry student, but the words were vicious, creeping their way down his spine. He hated the satisfied smirk on her face, knowing that the stupid words had gotten under his skin. 

“You’re the one who hasn’t taken your hands off of my chest,” Kylo’s voice was low, his dark eyes boring into her as if he could read every filthy thought, see every memory of her touching herself to the thought of him. 

She was too far gone to react to his bickering, eyes getting lost in his darkening ones. Y/N hated the power he held over her, how he managed to draw her in with one simple glance that only fuelled the hatred she felt. 

“Fuck, look at you, you can barely stand straight. How are you getting home?” It seemed to do the trick, successfully pulling her out of her trance and away from him. She stumbled a step back, struggling to hold her balance as his hands shot forward to stabilise her.

“That’s none of your concern, Professor.” He rolled his eyes at the tremble of her voice, staring down at her for a few more seconds before letting go of a sigh. Without speaking a warning, he picked her up to throw her over his shoulder.

Y/N screeched but he didn’t seem to care about her protest as he kept walking. He didn’t even reply to the question of where he was taking her, all he did was walk until he came to a halt in front of a black SUV, open the door and gently though urgently placing her down on the seat.  

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” He started the car seconds later, letting the child safety locks snap in place before she could even think of ripping the door open again. Kylo kept quiet for a moment, he pulled out of his parking space and began driving down the dark road, letting darkness swallow them both wholly. 

“I’m taking you back to mine, I mean, look at you, such an embarrassment.” Heat flushed through her body at his biting tone, making her tremble in anger. But she kept quiet, having to sort through her thoughts as he kept driving. What was she even doing? The man she had tried to escape from was the knight in shining armour now. What a fuck up. 

Only as Kylo parked the car in front of a modern house did she snap out of her trance. Wordlessly she undid her seatbelt and watched him round the car to help her step out into the cold night. 

Kylo opened the door, waiting for Y/N to step out of the SUV of her own volition. 

“Come on, it’s fucking cold out here!” He snapped impatiently, hauling her out himself, tired of her defiant stare. 

She stopped screeching for a moment to take in the massive modern castle — double height ceilings making way for elaborate pieces of artwork and sculpture, just as dark and mysterious as him. Y/N was set down so he could lock the door behind him, taking the opportunity to rip the heels off of her feet. She tossed them drunkenly beside the door, not caring where they ended up, earning yet another curse from her knight. 

“This is your house?” She questioned, stumbling forward, inviting herself to explore. 

“Obviously.”

Kylo watched her, hair falling out of the ties to frame her face, normally fiery eyes slightly glazed over from the alcohol. She was such a force in the classroom, a viper daring him to come closer, waiting for the opportunity to strike and poison. But here, in his home in the middle of the night, she was harmless, pathetic, even as she swayed as if the earth meant to swallow her up. 

He’d followed her into the kitchen, something straight out of a Food Network set. She leaned against the marble island, dropping her phone onto the surface. Kylo was on her in an instant, his body towering over hers, hands on both sides, trapping his prey. 

She looked up, staring at him for a terribly long moment before her hand threaded into his black hair, dragging him down into a messy, angry, desperate kiss. Every nerve in Kylo’s body woke, reacting to her touch, the feel of her lips against his, and the taste of whiskey on her tongue. 

“Fuck,” Y/N gasped softly, breaking away as he grabbed her waist to lift her onto the countertop. 

Her dress rode up around her hips, knees parting to make room for Kylo as he dragged her back to him, gripping her throat with his large hand. 

“You need to learn your place and stop fucking embarrassing yourself,” he hissed, his teeth sharp against the crest of her ear. 

She grabbed his free hand, bringing it to the flimsy panties she wore, letting him feel what the brief encounter had already done to her. 

“I think you like seeing me like that, professor.” Her teasing words made him groan against her lips, only deepening the kiss. For a moment, nothing but his wander touch mattered, fuelled by their tension and need for one another. Big, cold fingers pushed her panties aside to brush them through her slit, covering her pulsing bundle of nerves with her arousal. 

“You’re a fucking slut, you know that? Whoring yourself out to a professor whose life you keep making miserable.” A cry tore through Y/N as he pushed a finger into her, letting her walls spread around him. She trembled, she cried, she was ready to let go even as he kept mumbling degrading words. 

It was pathetic almost with how close she was to letting go already, but his touch gave her something she had been aching for ever since meeting him. She didn’t even care if he could tell what he was doing to her, all she wanted to focus on was the orgasm clashing through her without another warning.

Y/N choked on her cry, head rolling forward to rest against his broad chest. Kylo kept moving his fingers, prolonging the sensation for a few more seconds before finally pulling away from her, “So, what will it be? If you want me to fuck you, you’ll need to beg for it.”  

Something between a scream and a groan escaped Y/Ns lips. Kylo wasn’t about to give her anything without humiliating her first, to make this as painful as possible. Under normal circumstances, she’d leave, but now, her cunt aching and desperate, she would do anything for relief. 

“Please fuck me, I need you,” Y/N whined, looking up at Kylo with wide eyes.

“What are you?” His lips almost pulled into a smile, pleased with himself as he studied the dark patch that was only growing on her panties. 

“I’m a fucking slut, and I want you to fuck me,” she forced out the words, tears threatening to spill from her lashes. 

“That’s right. This is for my pleasure, not yours!”

In an instant, Kylo dragged her off the countertop before flipping her around to face away. He bent Y/N over the cold marble, pushing her head down and the fabric out of the way. 

“Jesus, you’re fucking soaked. You have no shame, do you?” 

When she tried to speak, he shoved two of his fingers in her mouth, silencing any protest. Hatred burned almost as bright as the lust she’d become enslaved to. It took everything — her dignity, her sense of self — until she was being railed over the counter in her enemy’s kitchen. 

Kylo’s hand muffled her scream as he fucked into her sopping entrance, her walls stretching to accommodate his size, dragging along every vein. Y/N’s eyes rolled back into her head, fingers clawing helplessly at the marble as he hit the spot inside that left her seeing stars. Every thought fractured into pieces, leaving nothing but the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as Kylo bruises her hips against the stone. 

“Kylo, fuck!” Y/N yelled as he brought his hands down to her waist, gripping the soft flesh in his fingers, pulling her body back to meet his, forcing himself impossibly deeper. 

“Such a slut for me. I like you much better like this than running your mouth and being a brat.” He emphasized the last word by slapping her ass, leaving a handprint that would remind her of her shame for days.  

She wanted to speak up, wanted to throw the mean words right back at him, but she couldn’t. No longer did she remember the simplest words, mind only focused on the feeling of taking his cock. He kept impaling her on him, ripping her apart with every thrust that only grew rougher and faster. 

“Please,” it was the only thing she could whimper, hating that her body was giving into his every command. He had won the upper hand, had forced her to kneel for him as he took what he was aching for - again and again. 

“Please what? What is it that you want, huh?” Darkness wrapped itself around her as Y/N pressed her eyes shut. Perhaps she’d finally find the strength to say something, to push back with the same spite he seemed to master. But she couldn’t, fuelled by shame, defeat, and a burning hot lust. 

“Let me cum, fuck, please.” Her orgasm was about to rip through her, making tears well up in her eyes. Kylo kept quiet, he only let go of an excited hum the second his big hand found her throat, cutting off most of her airstream. Y/N’s eyes snapped open, focusing on the big window that offered a reflection of their linked up bodies.

It was a sight so sinful, she couldn’t help but let go. Kylo kept fucking into her from behind, pushing her through her intense orgasm to get his own fill. 

Tears were streaked down her face, her body shuddering with shocks of overstimulation. The reflection in the glass was pathetic, fingers weakly clawing at the counter, trying to escape the man who was pumping her full of his seed until it was leaking down her thighs. Kylo’s hand was still heavy on her throat, even as he finally pulled out of her, watching his mess drip from her.

“Kylo,” she finally gasped out when his hand was off her neck, struggling to push herself up on her elbows.

He ignored the way she whimpered his name, pulling his black boxers up and lighting a cigarette. He leaned back against the opposite counter, watching as she tried to collect herself, forced to soak in the filth of her lust. To Kylo, she’d never looked better — eyes red and wet, legs trembling, and her smart mouth finally shut.

“Look at yourself,” he shook his head slowly before taking a long drag. 

Y/N pulled her dress down and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, trying to save the last glimpse of her dignity. It was exposing, being under the hard stare of his brown eyes, his cock still half hard and feeling his cum smearing between her legs. 

“Not running your mouth for once,” he mocked when she didn’t answer, wordlessly turning to the dark window. “The bathroom is down the hallway, clean yourself up before you leave, will you?”

Her breath hitched in her chest, wide eyes snapping back to his as if she didn’t believe the words he’d just spoken. But Kylo didn’t say another word, didn’t even offer her another glance as he poured himself a glass of water and then disappeared from her sight. 

Trembling legs forced her to move, to find the dark bathroom. Y/N couldn’t look at her reflection as tears blurred her vision once again, feeling even more humiliated and angry than before. Of course he wouldn’t ask her to stay. Of course he wouldn’t drop their fight just once to make her feel somewhat comfortable after offering herself to him. Of course he was still the asshole she’d once sworn to hate.

Slowly, she stepped back into the quiet hallway. Her eyes moved along the walls for a second, giving him another second to reappear and to pull her back towards him. But he didn’t, he left her alone and confused as her aching body finally carried her out into the night. 

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: a drawing in the Voltron Gravity Falls au, where Pidge and Matt take the place of Dipper and Mabel, drawn in approximately the style of Gravity Falls. The drawing is of Pidge and Matt in the backseat of a car. The seats are strewn with scribbled-on papers, their luggage, and fast food trash. Pidge is turned around in her seat and looking out the back of the car, while Matt has his foot on the headrest of the seat in front of him and playing a handheld video game. Sam's head is slightly visible in the corner of the foreground. End ID.]

an illustrated contribution to the gravity falls au: before the beginning, Pidge and Matt are on a trip to go stay with their "uncle" (a friend of their parents') Coran for the summer, because their parents are going alien hunting and also Pidge needs to leave the house more. With a setup like this, I'm sure Sam and Colleen are going to be the ones who encounter the most aliens!

[mimikyuno]

im literally sobbing in bed trying to sleep but mizu5 literally tore my heart out. i cant stop crying fr. i genuinely think mizuki akiyama is making history as one of the best written trans characters im so serious. the kindness and carefulness in which her story is being told is mindblowing. this event was perfect tbh. im so fr. no way after such a long wait the secret was gonna be revealed with happy tears and there. done. this event Physically altered the game. it’s the only event to do so, and the only event to end on such a cliffhanger. the way the whole event gets the player to empathise fully with mizuki - you feel her anxiety and her fear and pain. and then the rooftop scene. it was unbearable. her coming out was taken away from her. she had to see ena’s shocked expression from the sidelines. ena, the one she wanted to tell the most. ena, who has been waiting for her by her side for all this time. seeing the realization dawn on ena is too much for and she runs, like she always has. even though she Knows ena was just shocked. she Knows ena and niigo will accept her.

(sidenote i cut lots of dialogue from the screenshots above bc tumblr 10 images limit)

“you’re so kind, ena.” but that does not matter. it’s all ruined. in niigo’s eyes, mizuki was just a girl. a “normal girl”, as the classmates called ena. even if niigo accepts her, she’s terrified that they’re never gonna see her as a “real girl” again. just like her classmates. this change in their perception is heartbreaking, terrifying. and even more than that is the fear that from now on, niigo is only gonna act normal around her out of pity. the thought is unbearable. it’s all ruined. nothing can ever be like before in mizuki’s eyes. her precious, safe place was ripped away from her. mizuki’s pain felt so real and raw that i still get chills when i think of the last two chapters of this event. the way ena screamed and ran after her, her desperation to reach her, her horror at seeing how much mizuki’s been suffering, the way mizuki’s coming out was also taken away from ena. their precious moment, long awaited, stolen and destroyed by some careless, transphobic comments. “are you also a dude?”. ena’s anger at herself for not being able to reassure mizuki, for not knowing what to say in the face of all that hurt and fear.

the event ends with an unskippable black screen, and mizuki’s voice saying “you reap what you sow,” and then these lines:

mizuki’s dissociation and suicidal thoughts hit me like a truck. as meiko told kaito, this situation is so fragile. and all it took was ena’s shocked expression to send mizuki into a dissociative spiral.

(continues in rb)

[redrereblogs]

Right?? My parents were just like "cool" and then went on about their days but it's so interesting

anyways sorry again for the ranting, how did we get to bananas consciousness from caffeine in (totally healthy) dosages?

YOU DON'T DRINK COFFEE??

I LITERALLY DRINK AN ENTIRE 24 OZ MASON JAR OF COFFEE EVERYDAY/SRS (plus usually another caffeinated protein drink later..)

… 24 Oz? Sweetheart, kiddo, buddy, no

also yea I hate coffee

[arinmoss]

Mr. Elliott Stardew Valley once again U_U

[hipsternumbertwo]

Dynasty would never betray me like you did with this camera angle, UCB. 😭😭😭

[debian-official]

im curious about yalls cyber resiliency again

tumblr doesn't do multiple choice polls so pick which you're most afraid of or smth idk

[ki1ldeer]

I’m on winter break so I’m drawing a lot lol SORRY! I mentioned that I found my drawcast archives and now my winter break goal is to redraw one a day… here’s redraw 1 of ??? But this one’s more of a redesign? 14-15 year old me was actually kinda great at gemsonas ngl

Original under the cut because I want my posts to be compact >:(

The quality is gonna be CRONCHY because the “drawcast archives” are actually a thumb drive I hastily put together in the lates nights of the winter of 2021 right before drawcast shut down. Uh yeah so I don’t know how to get better quality images of my old art rip. This is from 2016, I was 14 probably

[hurricanek8art]

Thank you @tiredassmage for the literal swift kick in the pants and behold the inaugural K8's SWTOR OC Bio extravaganza (maybe?!?! I don't know what I'm doing and I'm still not happy with this but anyways 🥴). Starting with:

Aja Verdona: The Commander

Homeworld: Naboo (birth world; Odessen (adopted)

Born: 3664BBY/21 ATC (age 21 at start; frozen in carbonite for 5 years, currently 34)

Species: Human

Occupation: Commander of the Eternal Alliance

Affiliations: Jedi Order, Eternal Alliance

Romances: Rass Ordo

Masters: Several, most prominently Connelly Draay (OC) and Orgus Din

Apprentices: Vega Kodral (OC)

Hero of Tython, Throne-breaker, Outlander, Commander—Aja Verdona has borne many titles throughout her life, but none have ever been able to outweigh her dedication and drive to protecting the galaxy. Arriving on Tython a hotheaded and arrogant young woman who was letting her 'grand destiny', her abandonment issues and her fear of failure push her to the edge, Aja found herself taken under the wing of Orgus Din. What followed was a whirlwind three years that saw her pushed to the edge of her sanity and beyond, the murder of the first Master to stick by her side despite all of her flaws and intensity, an eight-month stint as the mind-controlled pet attack dog of the Sith Emperor, and an unexpected quest to slay Vitiate once and for all. When that was undone by the actions of the Revanites several years later, Aja resumed her quest, determined to do what the Force had chosen her to do long before she was even born, leading her to mature and grow in the nearly two decades since her journey began, conquering her past anger, and defeated Tenebrae time and time again. But now that Tenebrae is gone, and new, different threats and challenges threaten to overwhelm her—the warmongering of Heta Kol, machinations of Darth Malgus, training a stubborn and determined young Padawan, and Aja's sudden, unexpected feelings for a Mandalorian warrior. Now, Aja is faced with a new question: what is she without the threat of Tenebrae constantly hanging over her head, especially now that a new prophecy threatens all she holds dear? And what will she choose to become?

[localgardenweed]

Completely forgot to share this edit a few days ago but working on their club portrait