#sd writing

[boomiburst]

    “But I have never fought a dragon before, doctor,” Neil said to Esper with embarrassment written on his face. So much for calling himself a dragon hunter.

  “You wouldn’t have to.” He hoped. “She wouldn’t hurt you.” 

   Niel let out a frustrated sigh. This was what he got for trying to help. He got a glimpse at his wobbly reflection on the energy detector– a small box made of steel that Esper carried with him back and forth from his house to the laboratory everyday. Until three days ago. The detector had found its resting place in a corner of the laboratory.

   Esper sunk into a chair beside him. His eyes were cast downwards, a small frown on his face. 

   “Dr. Esper, I think you should stop sighing and maybe focus on reversing the results.” Even though he didn’t appreciate the scientist wanting him to risk his life for a dragon, he was still worried about him. 

   “You would understand if you had a daughter.” 

   “Dr. Esper–” 

   “Go.” He waved Neil off with a hand he struggled to lift. With a sigh, he placed his heavy head on the table, his eyes staring into nothing.

   Niel left the laboratory without looking back, closing the steel door behind him. Standing outside with his hands on his hips, he cursed. He had to find the dragon girl and act as her knight until she got her human form back– which, considering Esper’s current state, seemed impossible.

  There was yet another problem. Niel had seen dragons up close few times. He had touched two of them; one had sent him flying onto the wall with its wing, the other almost blew fire on him. He would have fainted when he heard he was graduating, if it wasn’t for his professors making it clear that he had scored high in anatomy class.

   He made his way to the garage attached to the laboratory. Lifting the shutter up, he peeked inside. He was expecting the dragon to plunge at him. Yet, he was greeted with darkness. He turned on the flashlight of his phone, directing it into the pitch black garage. 

   The beam landed on a hooded eye, the yellow of the pupil almost a glow against the dark green of its eyelid. Niel noted the displeasure in the eye at the sight of him. It hadn’t changed even after her form did. 

   Niel took a cautious step inside, the flashlight providing little reassurance to what he expected. He didn’t back out when the dragon’s head snapped up. With tiny steps, he closed the distance between them.

   The dragon crawled into a comfy position, keeping it’s eyes on him. 

   Niel cleared his throat; whether to break the silence or hide his own nervousness, he didn’t know. “Esper wants me to protect you.”

   He could almost picture the dragon rolling its eyes. She didn’t let even a growl leave her pesky mouth. Niel knew how to speak dragon. But he didn’t want to embarrass himself any further if she suddenly started speaking English to him. 

   “At least be grateful he didn’t turn into a goldfish.” He smirked. “You’d be stuck in a bowl for the rest of your life. But I’d come to visit you everyday.”

   This time, the dragon bared its teeth, trying but failing to get some fire out of her lungs. Her father had failed to turn her into a proper dragon; she wasn’t a human anymore, but she wasn’t a dragon either. She used to have pride in her ability to shift back and forth between animals and her own form. Now she was stuck in dragon skin for who knew how long.

   She lifted one of her tiny hands behind a wing, pressing a button hidden beneath it.

   A robotic voice came through an invisible speaker. “I could break your bones.”

   Niel knew that it wasn’t just a thought that escaped her. It was technically true. Helen could kill him in her human form if she wanted.

   “What’s with the weird voice?” He asked. “Trying to mimic your father’s little devices?”

   “Stop bothering me with small talk.”

   He grinned. “Aw, I’m just keeping you company. Besides, I’m the one who's going to be ‘protecting’ you.”

   She wanted to slap the smug look off his face. “You could’ve said I was volunteering to become a dragon.”

   “I didn’t know that was his experiment.” It was the truth. Niel had helped provide Esper with knowledge about dragons. He told him everything he learned in school; how they walk, how they breathe. They had begun to be friends, yet Esper never told him what the project he was working on was.

   Niel sat on the floor beside the dragon. He felt bad for both of them. Esper was regretting his choice of his daughter as a volunteer, even if he knew she was the only choice he had. Helen always despised Niel, but her anger grew when she found out that he had helped her father with the experiment.

   Inside her dragon head, Helen couldn’t help the emotions that swirled like a typhoon in her. She had stopped talking to her father. She tucked herself under her wings whenever he visited her in the garage. He had locked her in, taken away her freedom. 

   “Why can’t father fix the mistake? If at all it ever was a mistake?”

   “You think he did it on purpose?” 

   The dragon head dropped low. What else was she supposed to think? Her father had taken advantage of her shapeshifting ability to try his experiment. And now he was blaming himself for it. The pieces didn’t match up.

   Niel felt the floor heat up under his hand. His eyes widened when he saw Helen’s tears dripping from her closed eyes, hitting the ground as boiling hot droplets. He pulled his hand away before a teardrop touched his skin, smoke radiating from where it had met the floor. 

   “Hey, no, no, don't cry…” He jumped to his feet, trying to avoid her tears from falling on him.

   The dragon flapped its wings, rising up to its full height. The garage door was left open, and she could fly out without Niel getting in the way. She dried her tears and took off, leaving him staring after her.

   “No! Wait!” He tried to run after him. There went his responsibility, flying towards who knew where. Esper would give him a really hard time if he found out she had run away. He couldn’t hide the concern of real dragons finding her. It was time to be an actual dragon hunter.

“Let me make this perfectly clear. You are not saving my daughter from a dragon. She IS a dragon. You are going to protect her and keep her company until she learns how to control her magic.”

[boomiburst]

A message from the moon

Thoughts...and thoughts

Show me the stars

Fine

Last glance

blind love

[bucksangel]

more than a mid day amusement

pairing: sugar daddy/silver fox!bucky x reader

word count: 5k

summary: being in a relationship with an older man comes with challenges, all that come to a head one night when an old friend digs up some insecurities and threatens to break everything you have with the man you love.

warnings: 18+ ONLY, sugardaddy!au, age gap, angst, fluff, jealousy, love-making, fingering, unprotected p in v, bucky is a silver fox, pet names (princess), daddy kink, love confessions, happy ending

a/n: i read this fic by @witchywithwhiskey and decided I wanted to write a sugar daddy!bucky fic, so here y’all go! Thank you molly for unintentionally giving me inspiration🤍

masterlist | tip jar | ao3

Upon walking through the doors, you have to fight to not let your mouth drop open. The ballroom is, to put it simply, utterly gorgeous. Several chandeliers hang from the tall ceiling, the tile floors are pearly and pristine, and the artwork adorning the walls is almost too beautiful to look at. There was a large Angel fountain in front of the property, and there’s a matching one inside in the middle of the room. Dozens of butlers walk by every minute, all holding a tray of champagne or an array of Hors D’oeuvres, and maids linger on the outskirts ready to clean up any messes. There are easily over two hundred people here to raise money for some children’s charity that you can’t remember the name of, and all are ready to spend more money on a single sculpture than you spend on rent for an entire year.

The people that you engage with upon first entering are dull, so much so that you grab a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and sip on it while staring at the art, letting Bucky do all the talking. He does his best to involve you in the conversations whenever he can, but he understands you’re not here to talk business, so he doesn’t let the talks dip any further than surface level – always mindful of your time. While you never mind, after all you know why you’re here, you are thankful because you’re pretty sure your brain can’t hold any more information on Stark’s stock prices.

These parties – galas, charities, call it whatever you want – are always boring, too many rich people with fake laughs and ulterior motives and side eyes. Your first was about six months ago, and you were pretty sure your anxiety had never been so bad, obsessing over the dress Bucky chose for you and if it would be appropriate, if people would think you looked nice, if your hair was in place because you would be damned if you made Bucky look bad by looking bad yourself. And, maybe you wanted to look good for him too.

Your relationship isn’t conventional, it never has been. You met through one of those stereotypical romantic comedies “we walked into each other and spilled our coffees on each other” meet-cute situations outside of the coffee shop. Except, you weren’t all that cute about it. It was your favorite shirt, and you were going to be at work on time except now you had to go to the store to get a new one because your apartment was too far away to simply go back. You’ll admit that you were a little rude to him, especially since even then you knew it was an honest mistake, but one flash of Bucky’s pearly white teeth and the low tenor of his voice asking if he can buy you a new one – a shirt and coffee – had you crumbling.

He understood your reservations about you letting him drive you to a nearby store, you were strangers after all, but he had absolutely no trouble pulling out his wallet and flipping it open, and you will also admit that the sound you made when he did so was not dignified. The stack of one-hundred-dollar bills was obscene and the sleek black card on the side was taunting you, prompting you to wonder what in the hell this man did for work. He was older, maybe later forties or early fifties, dressed in a sharp black on black suit with matching loafers, his hair was perfectly slicked back, and you still don’t know much about cologne, but you were pretty sure that his easily cost hundreds of dollars.

He handed you three hundred dollars for the new shirt, waving off your balking expression by saying that he feels really bad because he can see how upset you are so “please treat yourself.” You were a little apprehensive about taking it, but Bucky was so sincere and kind and, truthfully, you needed the money. So, you took it.

And his invitation for a date.

You’re still not sure how he got you to agree to it, even now Bucky says he’s not sure either, but you chalk it up to the fact that he’s a dangerous sweet talker. The fact that he’s a walking God among men just sweetened the deal. The silver in his beard and the grays at his temples made him look refined, dignified, like he was confident and knew what he wanted, and would do anything to get it.

Apparently, you were what he wanted.

The date was nothing short of lovely, a beautiful dinner at some fancy high-rise restaurant in Manhattan overlooking the city as the sun was setting. It wasn’t packed, so there was only the quiet murmur of conversation mingled in with the Orchestral strings from the band in the corner while you ate better than you have in your entire life. Surprisingly, you both had a lot in common, you have similar music tastes, book recommendations, food palettes, almost everything really. The connection came as a shock considering you’re easily twenty years younger than him, and that’s when you really understood that age was just a number.

Given your age gap and his obvious wealth, you had a feeling you knew where this date was headed, but Bucky hadn’t made you feel awkward or made any inappropriate advances or comments, so you pushed it aside and sat through the date with a wide smile and a full belly. By three glasses of wine in, you were giggly, and Bucky was a little flushed from the bourbon he’d been nursing, and when the waiter took your plates and went to get the dessert, he broke the news.

Bucky, as you can see, is older, he’s not married, has no kids, living in a too-big house. Being one of the top CEOs in the country, all the women he meets are after his money, always with an ulterior motive, and to an extent he understands why. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though. But, Bucky doesn’t have a lot of time to go out and find the perfect woman right now, so all he wants is some companionship, someone to take on trips and dates when he gets bored, someone to spoil and dote on because he’s a provider by nature. He’d want you to accompany him to the events he has to attend as part of work, and in return he’d give you an allowance on top of paying for your apartment.

He laid everything out, asking you questions and answering anything that you had, talking in depth and easing any worries you had over an older man asking you to be his sugar baby. You’ve never done this before, so it felt a little weird to be talking about it, but by the time you’d finished dessert, you were free of any hesitation.

You went home that night with Bucky’s number in your phone, five hundred dollars in your wallet, and a pending payment to your apartment complex for that month’s rent.

Tonight is similar to other charity events, boring small talk with even more boring people that’s only made better by Bucky’s arm around your waist. Also the new necklace he’d given you when he picked you up earlier that evening.

The necklace – a simple pearl on a gold chain, matches your light peach dress. The dress cups your breasts and hugs your waist, then flows around your hips to form a small train behind you as you walk. It’s smooth silk, and Bucky laughed when you asked to marry him because he made sure to tell the designer to add pockets. It’s beautiful, something Bucky has taken note of multiple times tonight.

“You’re stunning, you know that?” Bucky asks softly, his lips pressed to your ear and his hand warm on your lower back. You’re standing off to the side with drinks in your hands, facing each other in your own little bubble as you talk and joke about the people walking by. “The most beautiful princess ever.”

Giggling, you can feel your cheeks heating up at the same time as your eyes roll a little.

“You’ve said that like five times tonight,” You tease, reaching up with your free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

“Well, how rude of me,” He says with a mischievous smile. “It should be triple by now.”

“You know you don’t need to sweet talk me, I’m already going home with you.” Again, you giggle, shaking your head teasingly.

“It’s not about that,” Bucky says seriously, his voice turning stern. “I don’t care if you sleep with me tonight or not, you’re beautiful, and you should know that.”

Butterflies fill your tummy, and your face grows warmer. Your heart bursts with affection at the same time feeling like it’s been stabbed. Lately, Bucky’s been getting a little more affectionate with his words and actions, which is saying something considering he already doted on you quite a bit. Part of you wonder if your feelings for him are reciprocated, if you’re not falling in love alone.

Because, as much as you tried not to, you fell for your sugar daddy.

It’s probably a bad idea to let yourself sink into the delusion that you’re actually a couple, that you’re both in love without the monetary incentive. In fact, you know it’s dangerous.

That’s not going to stop you tonight.

Leaning up, you place a soft and lingering kiss on Bucky’s lips, both of you sighing into the kiss. “Thank you, daddy,” You whisper when you pull away, looking into his eyes and seeing a twinkle in them. You’re not sure what it means, and you want so desperately to ask why he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world, but the words die on your tongue. You don’t want to ruin the moment by revealing your feelings.

After a pause, Bucky smirks. “You’re welcome, princess.” He leans down this time and kisses you again, this time it’s a little more passionate. His tongue invades your mouth, his hand drifting to your waist and gripping it tight, pulling you flush against your body. The kiss feels different somehow, the sparks are flying higher than usual, and something deep in your bones knows that things are going to change tonight.

You pull away only when your lungs are screaming for air, even though you’d love nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening kissing him, touching him, worshipping him and letting him worship you. Intimacy is never boring with you two, it’s always intense, whether he’s plowing into you from behind and calling you degrading names or you’re in missionary, whining and whimpering because Bucky won’t speed up his hips. He could, and has, spent hours eating you out, making you cum over and over until you black out, only for him to fuck you awake. You’ve sucked his dick under the tables of various restaurants. You’ve let him convince you to wear dresses without panties on your dates. Whatever it is you do, you know you’ll have fun.

Hours pass by with Bucky guiding you around the ballroom, making small talk with people you don’t know the names of, playing the part of his doting date expertly. It’s when he leaves your side to go to the bar that things heat up.

“Oh my god,” A deep voice says behind you, and for a split second you have a sense of nostalgia, like you’ve heard that voice before. A hand touches your arm, prompting you turn around and come face to face with the man that approached you.

And wouldn’t you know it, it’s Aaron, your best friend from childhood. Happiness immediately floods your body. You haven’t seen or heard from him in so long, not that there was a bad falling out, you two just grew apart. But it’s still good to see him, he was a part of so many happy memories when you were a kid.

“Oh my god!” You repeat, your eyes widen. Both of you outstretch your arms at the same time, going in for a hug with smiles on your faces. “Aaron, it’s so good to see you! We haven’t talked in so long.”

“I know,” He says remorsefully, sporting a sheepish grin that you match. “I’m sorry about that. You were my best friend.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault, okay? It was both of us.” Your reassurance seems to put him at ease, and you fall into an easy conversation, catching up on your lives and reminiscing on your younger years and the trouble you both got into.

“Remember when Anthony tripped you for saying no to his marriage proposal?” Aaron asks with a chuckle, and you let out a laugh at the memory.

“Well, we were seven and at that time all boys had cooties, so I’m not sure why he thought I’d say yes.”

“Princess.” Bucky says from behind you, and you turn around to see him holding a glass of bourbon with slightly furrowed brows.

“Oh, Bucky!” You exclaim, reaching out for him and tugging him closer. “This is Aaron, we used to be the best of friends when we were kids.”

“I know Aaron,” Bucky says cooly, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. When you look back at your friend, you completely miss the anger in Bucky’s eyes. “We went to the same college. I was a TA for a few of his first year classes.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you look between Bucky and Aaron with a quizzical look.

“Really? Wow, the world is small.” You laugh softly, as does Aaron.

Bucky stays silent. In fact, he stays relatively quiet for the entire interaction, letting you and your friend reconnect for what feels like hours. Eventually, though, all the champagne you’ve drank has gotten to your system and the need to pee hits you straight in the gut. Extracting yourself from Bucky’s hold, you tell the men that you’re going to the bathroom, and kiss Bucky’s cheek before turning and walking towards the hallway that leads to it.

And while you’re in the bathroom, you’re ruminating a little on your conversation, and an unpleasant feeling settles in your stomach when you finally register all the compliments Aaron was throwing your way and how Bucky’s grip would tighten with each one. But you saw his wedding ring, so you’re sure he doesn’t have an ulterior motive. Maybe he just genuinely wants you to know you look nice.

However, when you get back to the ballroom and scan the crowd, you see Bucky’s back as he faces your friend. Aaron has a smug smirk on his face, his hands in his pockets, and his posture relaxed. He doesn’t seem phased by whatever Bucky is saying, making you curious as to what they’re talking about. When you get a few feet behind them, you start to hear it.

“…So leave her alone, okay? She’s taken.” Bucky’s voice is deep, using what you’ve deemed his Important CEO voice.

“I don’t know about that,” Aaron says, and the unpleasant feeling grows. “She didn’t seem to mind that I was flirting with her. Plus, what are you, like, seventy? You’re way too old for her, grandpa. She’s going to leave you eventually.”

Anger flares up in your body, your eyes filling with fire and your heart filling with rage at his degrading comments. Bucky is perfect. He’s kind, respectful, funny, the whole nine yards. So someone insulting him, especially about your age gap which you know he’s already a little self-conscious about.

“She’s my girl,” Bucky reiterates sharply, and you can see his hand tighten around the now empty glass he’s holding. Quite frankly, you’re surprised it hasn’t shattered. With the short pause in their conversation, you decide now is a time to butt in.

“Bucky,” You say, walking up to him further and placing your hand on his back. You want to yell at Aaron for being so rude, maybe even punch him, but you know causing a scene wouldn’t be a good look. You decide it’s safer to play dumb. “I’m not really feeling good.” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow with worry, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, he’s always taken your well-being seriously, and the affection settles you a little.

“Nothing, I just think I drank a little too much. Do you think we could leave?” You briefly glance over at Aaron, seeing that he’s now looking pissed off.

Good.

“Of course we can, princess,” Bucky says softly, leaning forward and kissing your forehead tenderly. “Come.”

You don’t bother saying goodbye to Aaron, you don’t even glance at him as you let Bucky tug you along to the car. You’re starting to get worried with each step you take because you can see that he’s tense while at the same time despondent. He’s never said anything about your age gap bothering him, but you can be observant. You’ve noticed that lately he’s been a little timid when telling anyone how old he is when you’re around, almost like it just drives home the point that you’re so far apart in age and causing others to judge and sneer at both of you. He gets a little shifty when someone comments on it or makes a passing joke, and you always try to reassure him without outright saying that you know.

When you get to the car, he opens your door for you, going about the usual routine of buckling you in and kissing your cheek before shutting the door and going around to his side. Things are quiet and tense the whole drive to Bucky’s penthouse, he’s not even holding your hand or resting his on your thigh like he usually would. It upsets you, and you want so badly to ask what he’s feeling, to tell him that it’s okay because you genuinely do care for him and that Aaron was out of line for saying the things he did.

Again, you can’t seem to find the words.

You still don’t speak when you get to his place. Getting out of the car, the walk into the building, and the elevator ride up to his floor all go about in silence. It’s not until you get into his kitchen that he says anything.

“Are you happy with our arrangement?” He asks as he hands you a glass of water, and the question physically hurts you.

“Of course I am,” You say, even though it’s a complete lie. In reality you want to actually be with him, but you’re still deciding on if you want to tell him. “Are you not?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, and a pit forms in your stomach. Is he really not happy with you? He told Aaron you were his girl, but his silence to your question is deafening.

“So you wouldn’t prefer to actually be in a relationship?” He asks tentatively, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at the ground as though it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “There are plenty of men out there that would love to have you as theirs.”

That stabs at your heart, and you have to force the tears from forming in your eyes. That ‘plenty of men’ comment crushes you, because it just proves to you that he doesn’t see himself actually being in a relationship with you.

“No,” You say after a moment, now looking down at your hands to hide your sad eyes in case he looks at you again.

Everything is quiet for a long while, anxiety bubbling up and threatening to spill. You’ve never felt this way about anyone else, never felt this type of all consuming love for another person, and you don’t want to lose it.

It seems like you might, tonight.

“Um,” Bucky says after a while, clearing his throat. “I can, uh, take you home if you’re still not feeling good.” This time tears do form in your eyes. You don’t want to leave, but it seems like he’s pushing you out as politely as he can.

You know what you need to do.

“If you want to end our arrangement, I understand.” Your voice is soft but thick with how hard you’re trying not to cry. “If you want to be with someone else, it’s okay.” It’s not, not really. But you know it’s not your right to demand that he stay with you if he doesn’t want to.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” He confesses hesitantly, and you can feel his gaze boring holes into you. You hear his shoes pad along the carpet until they appear in your line of sight. His hand rests on the back of your neck, guiding your head up to look at him through tears. “But I’m too old for you. You need someone younger, someone better suited for you than I am.”

“You’re perfect for me,” You blurt out despite your better judgment. “You’re not ‘too old’, and there’s no one better suited for me than you. We get along, don’t we? Don’t you at least like my company?”

“I love your company.” Both of you pause, and this time a spark of hope ignites in your heart. “I love you.”

His soft admission causes you to gasp, and your anxiety completely fades away.  Now that you know his feelings, you’re not going to let him push you away.

“But- “

“But nothing,” You say, standing up on wobbly legs due to your heels. Bucky immediately reaches for your waist to steady you, and they don’t drop when you’re upright. “Even if it’s difficult, if we love each other, it’ll be worth it.”

“You love me?” Bucky sounds shocked, his eyes widening almost comically, though hopefully.

“I do,” You whisper, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear and then cupping his cheek in your palms. “I love you, Bucky. You. Not anyone else. I don’t care how old you are because we connect. We understand each other like I know no one else can.”

Bucky sighs, relieved, and leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. Slowly, he leans down further until his lips are hovering right over yours, but not taking the plunge. Only when you whine does he actually kiss you. It’s not all tongues and teeth and clashing and intensity, it’s warm and passionate and loving, it’s perfect. You kiss for what feels like forever, your lips gliding against each other as you soak each other in. After a while, Bucky pulls away, though only enough to once again hover over his mouth over yours.

“You really love me, princess?” The tenor in his voice shifts the mood, the way he pulls you flush against his body so you can feel the hard outline of his bulge.

“I really love you, daddy.” You smile, as does Bucky, before he suddenly leans down and grabs the back of your thighs so he can lift you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

He stares into your eyes the entire walk to his bedroom, and you almost want to cry with how happy you are. The brief angst of almost losing what you have is gone, replaced now with love and lust. He gently sets you down on the floor, wasting no time yet at the same time taking great care of undressing you, sliding your dress off as he presses kisses wherever he can reach. You’re whimpering, your need bubbling up and threatening to make you cry with frustration. You always get a little dumb with Bucky in the bedroom, easily going under until all you can think of and focus on is Bucky.

You look at Bucky while he lowers himself to his knees, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady you as he takes off your heels. He places kisses on your thighs, spreading your legs a little so he can brush his nose along your pubic bone and inhale your scent.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” He groans, his tongue darting out and forcing its way through your folds to tease your clit. And you’re extremely thankful you went without panties tonight.

“Daddy,” You whine, shifting forward into Bucky’s mouth, but he retreats as soon as you do. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” He murmurs, standing back on his feet. And, even though you want to tear his clothes off, you also don’t want to ruin the serenity of the moment. So you’re slow when taking Bucky’s clothes off, also kissing him and relishing in his pleased sighs and quiet moans.

“Da-“

Bucky cuts you off with a kiss, once again taking you into his arms so he can lay you gently on the bed. He climbs on top of you, continuing to kiss you until you’re breathless and only vaguely aware of Bucky’s hand creeping up your inner thigh until you’re gasping into his mouth due to his thumb settling right against your clit.

“Say it again,” He demands, and you know what he wants to hear.

“I love you.” At that, he rubs his thumb in slow circles, dipping one finger into your aching hole in one fluid motion. You moan loudly, arching your back slightly and pressing your breasts against Bucky’s chest.

He doesn’t speed up his movements, is methodical in how he takes you apart just with his hands. While he fits a second finger in your pussy he starts massaging your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he kisses and sucks and nibbles at your jaw and neck, no doubt leaving marks of ownership that you’ll wear proudly.

He continues his gentle movements, only speeding up slightly when he notices your pleasure is growing.

“Fuck, princess, need you to cum so I can be inside you.” His begging only gets you more worked up and you’re so close you can taste your release. “Please, cum.”

And you do, letting go with a wail that Bucky swallows with his mouth. He fingers you through your orgasm, only stopping when you start whining at the sensitivity.

“Daddy,” You say, though you’re not sure exactly what you want to say.

“What do you need, princess?”

“You.” Your response is immediate, and you see Bucky’s features soften. “Always you. Only you.”

Bucky groans and hurriedly situates himself between your spread legs. He reaches between his legs and grasps his cock, hissing at the pleasure before he guides himself to your entrance. With a loving look into your eyes, he smiles and says, “I love you.”

And that’s all the preamble needed for Bucky to push in, slowly stretching you and splitting you open until you’re fully speared on his cock. You can’t do much more than grasp his shoulders, pulling him flush against you so all you can feel, smell, and see is Bucky, your love. He stays still for a moment, letting both of you adjust, simply staring into each other’s eyes as though you can’t get enough of it.

“Please move, daddy.”

He does, pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward, forcing a moan from your mouth. He does it again and again until he’s worked up a steady rhythm, making love to you and worshipping you with his mouth, his hands, and his words. He’s praising you endlessly, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how lucky he is that you want to be his.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Bucky’s lips ghost over your cheek and catch a tear, shushing and cooing at you.

“Princess, fuck princess, I love you so much. You feel so fucking good around me, you’re fucking perfect, you know that? The only one for me for this life and any others I live.” Bucky doesn’t stop there, he keeps telling you sweet things and thrusting his hips and nailing your special spot with each one.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

“Hold it,” He says, fucking you a little faster. “Cum with me.”

You whine, and you desperately want to cum, but if Bucky doesn’t want you to then you won’t. So, you hold off as best as you can, resigning yourself to simply feeling, sinking into the pleasure and your head going fuzzier and fuzzier until you’re vaguely aware of Bucky’s desperate and husky voice ordering you to cum.

Through tears, you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, gripping Bucky like a lifeline as he spills inside of you. It lasts eons, flames igniting your skin as both of you share such a special moment. When you finally come down from your high, Bucky is clearly trying not to collapse on top of you, causing you to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, teasing.

“Nothing,” You assure, now rubbing up and down his back. “I’m just happy.”

Bucky sighs, smiling softly before leaning down to kiss you chastely. Carefully, he rolls you both over so you’re now lying on top of him with his cock still lodged deep in your pussy, keeping his release in place.

“I’m happy too,” Bucky confesses, smiling wider when you do. You both go quiet for a long while, you’re resting your head on his chest and he’s rubbing your back and sides, reveling in the love you share. When you yawn, Bucky chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

“Go to bed, princess. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning.”

“M’kay,” You mumble, nuzzling his chest and kissing over his heart. “I love you.”

“I love you too, princess,” Bucky murmurs, kissing you again. “I love you too.”

You sleep better than you ever have, happier than ever knowing that no matter how hard things get, you have Bucky by your side, and that alone will make things easier.

-

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[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

I found out how to do the fake texts!!!! Expect more with JJK and more BSD characters soon <3

[kuro-ayameart]

" Within every bulding made with pride

The architect is trapped inside

Bleeding paint, a shattered heart

That's what makes a work of art"

[fishii-writes]

flower crowns - chuuya nakahara

paring: chuuya x gn!reader

cw: established relationship, fluff, a tiny bit of upset feelings/overthinking from reader but it ends in fluff, chuuya calls reader "my love" and "my darling"

a/n: someone wanted a chuuya version of the flower crowns fic, so here we are! enjoy!! <3 gnore that this is like 5 months late😭 the writing style maayy be a tiny bit different at the start compared to the end but thats not too noticeable i think. | dazai version

word count: 991

Dates with your boyfriend in public are rare, but nearly the very meaning of perfect when they do occur. Often, even when you have dates at each other’s houses, he gets a work call and it drags on for what seems like forever. Does it bother you? Yes. But his work is important. And if he doesn’t take the right precautions, you could get hurt. So, you let him take the calls.

And that’s what happened today.

You two were on a date after what seemed like years, at the movies, and it went really well. You two chose a movie to watch, a romance movie, and got your snacks. You giggled at the cringy and corny scenes, a tiny part of you wishing you and Chuuya were more like the couple in the movie. Nevertheless, you enjoyed the secret glances and stolen kisses you shared occasionally.

The two of you walk out the cinema, hand in hand as he listens to you rant about your thoughts on the film. You finish talking about the movie and you turn to your boyfriend. His lips are slightly quirked up at the corners, eyes softened at your talkative nature. That sweet, soft smile that drives your heart crazy.

You two continue walking, stopping for a bit at a park. You sit down on a bench, as does he, and the moment’s sweet. Sweet like the lingering taste of soda on your lips from the cinema earlier. Sweet like the scent of your perfume. Sweet like the kiss he presses onto your lips. For a short while, you two stay face to face, breath fanning over the other’s face, almost threatening to lean in again.

But you’re in public.

And that’s kind of an issue.

You sigh softly, leaning back on the bench and staring up at the branches of the tree beside the bench. Chuuya takes your hand, gently squeezing it before he hears a noise.

A noise he’s grown accustomed to, and one you wish didn’t exist, sometimes.

He sighs, letting go of your hand as he takes his phone from his pocket. He gives you a quick apologetic look, before standing up and walking a bit away from the bench to talk to whoever ruined your moment.

You know he can’t help it. You know it's not your fault. You’re not even mad at him. So why are your fists clenching the fabric of your clothes, why is your lip being bitten down on, why do you feel hurt?

You wait. Mere minutes feel like hours, heck, even years. You just wanted to be with him and him only. He was available yesterday, so why couldn’t he be called then? You sigh to yourself, knowing your way of thinking is immature to say the very least.

So, you continue waiting. Just like you always do. Today was so nice, you don’t have to ruin your mood over this! Right? Right??

Right.

That’s how it always goes.

The call continues, showing no signs of ending anytime soon. And Chuuya’s responses are becoming more and more irritated, they sound like he’s about to punch the person on the line in the face right through the phone.

And you’re about to punch the person on the other side of the line as well. Well, it's not something you can control that he got a work call, so you might as well make use of the time you’ve on your hands.

But what do you do? You groan, head thrown back over the back of the bench, lost in thought about what you could do. Seconds pass into minutes, of you thinking and Chuuya on the call.

You prop your elbow on your thigh, leaning your chin on your hand as you look at this familiar park. You come here when you’re bored, when you’ve had an argument with Chuuya or when you just need a break. So what's something you've always wanted to do?

Your eyes land on a flower, a Geranium. Its soft magenta colour draws in your gaze to land on a patch of quite a few of them. Without thinking, you stand up and walk over to them to pick them up. Chuuya glances at you quickly, confused. But as long as you weren’t too upset, he’s not too worried.

You sit down on the grass just behind the patch of geraniums, cross legged as you pluck a few from the centre of their stems. You use the tips of your fingernails to cut a small slit into the stems, sliding an uncut one into it. The receptacle of the flower holds two flowers together, so you continue until you can form a little circle out of them. Like a crown!!

Minutes turn into an hour, but it doesn't really phase you anymore. In fact, you’re almost glad. A sigh, an irritated, long sigh, escapes Chuuya’s lips as he sits down beside you.

“My love, I'm so sorry. I managed to get this pushed forward to tomorrow so we can still spend the rest of today together, if you’re still up for that.” His voice is soft, not like he’s lying to you. He sounds genuine, and you know he is. The corners of his lips are frowning the slightest bit.

You turn to speak to him, but you pause. He’s looking at you. Captivated by the way the setting sun’s ever dimming light perfectly illuminates your face, shining on just the right places. But even with his eyes almost in hearts, the frown on his lips is evident. You shuffle closer to him, pressing a soft and tender kiss to his cheek. You place something light on his head, whispering beside his ear.

“It’s okay, you can’t help it.” the corners of your lips quirk up a bit, sweetly watching his face flush lightly. Do his eyes shine brighter than the now setting sun? No. But your smile certainly does.

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[inkskinned]

you sometimes get called guarded, but that's not quite right, is it? the moon comes up and all you want is to show the soft parts of you, the little glen in your heart all full of pink song.

you call yourself skittish when what you mean is that there are swathes of you burned out and rotting. that what you guard so dearly is all you have left - that you fought so hard for even this small hope, of course you hold it precious. you want to be loved. you want to open up the doors and have the flowers streak in. and yet - angelic, you stand with sword on fire; a warning. snapping and clawing and biting rather than risking the worst. always tearing things apart from the inside out. always leaving first. anything, anything. you just can't risk the possibility there will be another season of hurt.

but no matter how much steel you force into your bones. inside of you there's this horrible desperate hum - please, please. please. i don't want to keep looking. just please be the one.

[tinkerleaf]

Prom with Chuuya!

Words: 400ish Genre: fluff Warnings: none pairing: chuuya/reader a/n: I'M SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG I GOT SO BUSY, but I am here now! Thank you guys for being patient with me. For some reason, the Prom Series is so difficult to write for, so please bear with me. Tags: @estelera11891

“I’m not going to Prom with you.”

“Oh, come on!” You stared at Chuuya with annoyance. “All of my friends have dates. Besides, what do you have going on that night?” The conversation had been going on for nearly twenty minutes.

“Are you really gonna ask me that?” He was in the Port Mafia after all. “I’m too busy to worry about stuff like that.” He stood from the edge of his bed where you had been sitting with him. 

You tugged him by his sleeve, “Please?”

He looked at your pleading eyes and sighed. “Fine. But don’t expect me to have a good time.”

-----

Chuuya picked you up on his motorcycle. He was adorned in his best attire, a suit he wore for important events and meetings. When he showed up at your door, you didn’t expect him to have flowers for you in his hand, a light blush grazing his cheeks. 

“Well, don’t you just look handsome?”

“Get out here before I change my mind.”

-----

That boy was a typically fast driver. You knew that since you rode with him all the time. However, this time, he was determined to get you guys there ‘fashionably late’. Additionally, he knew how much effort you put into your appearance for the night, and didn’t want to mess any of that up for you. 

When your friends saw you two walk in, they were all over you. They were asking who your date was, about his motorcycle, if he went to your school, blah, blah, blah. 

“Are you two a thing?” Your friend whispered to you. 

You took a glance over at Chuuya, who was nervously fixing his collar. “Oh, uh-” He draped an arm around you

She gave you an excited look as you rolled your eyes. 

As the night went on, Chuuys began to loosen up. He was even willing to dance after some coaxing. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was starting to have a great time. 

-----

The two of you had been friends for a while, but something about how you looked that night made Chuuya fall so hard for you. Maybe it was the sparkle in your eyes from the dancing lights that grazed your skin. Maybe it was the smile you gave him when he danced with you. Maybe it was the feeling of your soft fingertips on his face. Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough of it, and he needed more. 

[lupin-et-rose]

Delivery Service

Inspired by this prompt list

Dazai x Pregnant F!->Reader

Incomplete.

Warnings: Angst & Hurt/Comfort. Beware of mild curing, mentions of pregnancy, lactation, breast pumping, sexual organs, themes of bodily insecurities/dysmoprhia, maternal depression/mental health + Playing it fast and loose with maternity/paternity laws and practices.

Keywords/Kinks: 'Gentle & Commanding'

On a midday morning, you find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, gazing into the full-length mirror across the room and feeling strangely…distant. Sitting there in what used to be a loose T-shirt, smoothing your hand over the swollen curve of your stomach as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror, the room is empty, the house is empty, everything is quiet, and you are alone.

Every weekday morning has been like this. Only a few weeks into maternity leave, you already find yourself staring into the bedroom mirror every morning. After Dazai has bustled off to work for the morning and kissed you goodbye. After you’ve had the time to fully wake up and roll your pregnant self upright for the day - you catch your reflection in the full-length mirror, and it stops you in your tracks. Your hands wander over the swollen curve of what used to be a loose and oversized T-shirt. —You barely even recognise yourself anymore….

Staring back at you from that mirror is an almost foreign image. The girl looking back at you has grown. The soft, slender features that had graced her face have expanded a bit, her hips are wider, and the once flat stomach is almost entirely eclipsed by the swollen bump sitting there. That was you…but at the same time, it wasn’t.

You have to admit, the sight was almost surreal. It was hard not to stare at yourself in the mirror, watching the once familiar curves of your body disappear slowly into their soft, gravid shape. You’re so focused on the mirror that you almost don’t notice Dazai standing in the doorway, watching you with that usual soft, lovestruck look on his face. His voice, however, brings you out of your thoughts when he calls to you….

The sound of his voice startles you from your reverie. Sure, she'd sometimes daydreamed about her lover coming home early. But even in all her visions, picturing mirages of his love and comfort…he'd never indeed spoken. So, to hear his voice now-

But that doesn't make sense. He's supposed to be at work right now. The day would've just started, paperwork awaiting at everybody's desk, clients coming through the door. There was no way…The bed creaks beneath you as you crane your neck to see--oh my god, he's actually--

"You're here…"

He smiles in that slow, easy way of his, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes wander down your figure, taking in the subtle changes in your form since he was last in your presence. He makes no move to cross the space that separates you, choosing to watch you instead, taking in the sight of you as he replies.

“Of course I am, did you think I’d miss out on seeing a pretty sight like this?”

"I-I thought you'd already left for work-" Yuzuki glanced at the alarm clock on their bedside table. "It's already half-past ten--"

Dazai chuckles, stepping back from the doorway and entering your room, crossing the space in long strides before moving to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. He reaches out to you, placing a hand on the curve of your stomach as he looks up at you, his smile still in place on his face as he gently rubs his hand back and forth, admiring the bump there.

“A few clients won’t kill me. Besides…”

He grins widely.

“I think I’d rather be here with you than out there.”

"Please tell me you at least cleared things with Fukuzawa before you left-" You scanned your lover's face. The last thing you wanted was for your beloved to risk his job or any good standing with your friends, all for the sake of impulsively playing hooky just to look after you.

Dazai keeps smiling, the hand on your stomach moving up to push a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your cheek affectionately. He laughs at your question and shakes his head. Of course, he did - he might be impulsive, but he’s not stupid.

“Of course, belladona. I told him I had a very important…responsibility~ that I needed to be here for…”

He smiled, leaning forward to kiss your belly gently. Then he looked back up at you. He was only partially sorry - he could never truly bring himself to feel too guilty for choosing to spend time with you.

You smiled and moved his hand to yours, intertwining your fingers. "Okay," you acquiesced, with just the slightest sigh of relief. "I'm glad you're here…"

Dazai squeezed your hand affectionately, moving over on the bed until he was sitting next to you and pulling you against his side, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close to him in a gentle embrace. He tilted his head to the side as he looked down at you, still smiling, his thumb rubbing small, soothing circles against your side. You knew he liked to do little things like this, especially now that you were pregnant. He was always touching your stomach, or gently rubbing your sides, or resting his hands and head on it as he tried to sense for movement.

***

[ardentpoop]

actually spn is a top fandom if you’re into weird shit bc the weird shit doesn’t even feel weird here if you know what I mean. sincerely in most other fandoms you’re made to feel soooo icky for indulging in fictional fancies that are trite and derivative and eyeroll-inducing in the right (or wrong) spn fandom circles

[boomiburst]

The market couldn’t have gotten busier that day. It was fairly normal for a person of any kind to want to buy groceries– be it a monster, a human or any living creature. But the unusual crowd at the grocery store wasn’t due to a sale. Everybody who could be anybody had come to witness the once in a lifetime occurrence– the most dangerous monster in the city was holding a little girl's hand. 

A sight to behold indeed. The strange duo walked hand in hand as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Some were staring with their mouths agape, some had started whispering to each other, while some of them hid from the monster’s glare which was directed at each and everyone. 

Mike led the little girl into a toy shop. She squealed and started jumping up and down. Freeing from his grip, the girl ran to the plushie section.

"Uncle! Come!"

He sighed and followed the girl. She took his hand and led him through a door.

They entered a huge room which seemed like a warehouse. Toys of all kind were thrown onto the racks that lined the huge walls of the room. Mike looked around him while holding onto the girl who was trying to run away again.

"Let's go." He tried to drag her out of the room, but she barely moved an inch. Mike stared at her, puzzled by her strength.

She dragged him through another door, which revealed a small chamber lit by only a broken light bulb. Four men emerged from the dark corners, one of them puling a little girl with him. Her eyes widened as she saw him.

Mike stared with his mouth open. Here was a girl who looked exactly like his girlfriend's niece. Hearing a click behind him, he turned back and saw one of the men locking the door.

"Uncle!" The girl tried to pull away from the man's grasp, but his grip was strong. Her already tear stricken eyes were now overflowing as she struggled against him.

He clenched his jaw and looked down to the 'girl' he who brought him here. To his surprise, she was nowhere to be seen.

He glared at the four men. "Where-"

"Oh I'm here." The voice emerged from behind a shelf. "Give me a minute."

A few seconds later, a man walked around the shelf and stood in front of Mike. He smirked at him, placing his hands on his hips.

"How was my act? Surprised?" He said with a smug look.

Mike clenched his fists. "Who the hell are you?"

He gestured to the girl. "I'm a shapeshifter, obviously."

"You are the one who killed her, aren't you?"

The man chuckled. "You mean your pesky little girlfriend? She was getting in my way. I was looking for you." His face twisted in disgust. "Now give me the goddamn amulet and take the kid."

"This one?" Mike pointed to the amulet secured around his neck and smirked. "It's fake."

The man raised his eyebrow. "We can't just trust you on that."

"See for yourself." He shrugged and motioned for the man to come closer.

As the man reached out to touch the amulet, his eyes landed on Mike's face. He saw something in his eyes that made him pause his movements. He was almost terrified of his expression, although he didn't know why. He stumbled backwards and gripped a nearby table.

Mike smirked, almost in a feral way. "You're new around here, aren't you?"

He gulped and looked away, failing to meet his eyes. "Just reached the town last month." He motioned for his men to release the kid. The men obeyed, staring at their leader in confusion. He walked towards the door and unlocked it, leaving it wide open.

Taking the girl's hand, Mike gave the men a mock salute and left the room. When they reached the stack of toys in the shop, he turned to the kid.

"Go ahead, choose," he said with a smile.

The girl scanned the toys and pointed to one of them. "That one."

He placed the money on the counter and left the shop with the girl on his shoulder. It was another beginning for them.

You are an otherworldly god, a true monster in human clothing. Your girlfriend was a human. Three days ago you and her adopted her neglected little sister, then your girlfriend died. You’re not sure how to raise a human child but you sure as hell will do your best.

[t4tskkyaoi]

EMERGENCY C🍓MMS ‼️

(little repost from twitter)

Please leave a note/reblog so I can reach more people!!

I really hate to do this but I've been trying to save money to cover medical expenses.

I have suffered severe medical neglect and I recently received a wake-up call that I need to see several doctors for several different things, as well as psychotherapy which I lost access to due to lack of funding.

My health has been significantly declining to a worrisome level. As for therapy, I'm in severe need of it due to the obvious fact that not only am I unmedicated for things I DO need to be medicated for (which has been previously discussed with my previous therapist), but I am also a system. I'm not stable enough to be out of therapy, I really do need it.

I will take commissions for just about anything, it doesn't really need to be writing. I'll take commissions for analyses of anything or even art (despite not being the best at it) - I'm just kind of desperate at the moment.

Examples of my writing can be found on my AO3 below:

but also on my twitter under this thread! :

My analyses can be found on my twitter as well, under this thread:

And finally here are the (few) examples of my art! I know it isn't my strong suit, so prices for it will be significantly lower despite the amount of time it takes me:

I am also open to writing poems for 1-2€ each. Here's a few examples of it, in case anyone finds themself interested! (I enjoy doing character-themed poetry a lot. First poem draws inspiration from BEAST!Chuuya):

Thank you for your time. <3

[ghoulishfrk]

PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Meliodas x Reader x Elizabeth | spoilers | ~ .3k words 〙

MASTERLIST !! PINNED POST 🎧💿

ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: repost, requested by an anon

╰ Damn, you got in a relationship with one of the demon princes AND the princess of Liones/a goddess? You lucky as hell

╰ Prepare to be teased relentlessly by Meliodas. That man does not give up until you’re stuttering and blushing worse than Elizabeth

╰ They’re both very observant lovers. They’re quick to notice changes to your looks, personality, or mood.

╰ Meliodas brings up the changes he notices rather casually in conversation. Elizabeth prefers discussing it in private.

╰ Meliodas is not allowed to care for either of you if you’re sick. He’d probably make you two get even sicker.

╰ Meliodas would love to train you/with you if you wish to get stronger.

╰ He’d still worry about you on the battlefield lol

╰ Elizabeth is constantly worried when either of you fight. She trusts you both and knows you’re strong, but she can’t help but worry.

╰ If you can’t cook, y’all have to rely on Ban and others.

╰ Cuz neither Elizabeth nor Meliodas can cook to save their lives

╰ If you can cook tho, then you’re the one cooking outta the three of them lmao

╰ Meliodas is the biggest on PDA

╰ Elizabeth gets extremely flustered with even just a hug

╰ Meliodas says a lot of sexual jokes and remarks and how lucky he is to have two sexy partners

╰ If you tell him you’re uncomfortable, he’ll immediately stop

╰ Or Hawk will headbutt him in the stomach first lol

╰ All in all, very good partners, 10/10, would recommend

[tvgals]

he has the most illegal tint in japan so when he fucks you in the backseat of his car, no one will actually know what he’s doing — even though the car is rocking and if you get close enough, you can hear your moans and his grunts.

“righ’ thereeeee!” you squeal out, arching your back and clawing at his. “i know baby. better be lucky i got this tint or your pretty pussy ‘nd tits ‘nd face would be alllll exposed for them to see..”

toji (just for karma 🙄), geto, gojo, ichigo, eren, zeke, ban, meliodas, miguel, spider noir, illumi, leorio, plus ur faves 😜

[rory-multifandom-mess]

This might be an odd request, but if you’re interested could you do Jhad angst with prompts 2 and 21? I get it’s a pretty niche ship, but I’ve seen your other work and I’m interested on your take of the pairing.

Brother I shit you not I was JUST talking about this ship right before you sent this ask I am not even kidding. The timing on this was amazing. Here’s the screenshots of my exact reaction

ANYWAY I’d gladly do this pairing!! I think it would be really cute and I may or may not be thinking about writing a slow burn for it eheheheh

2. “Please don’t leave me” and 21. “I’m better when I’m with you”

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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Alone. A word that kept repeating in J’s head.

She was alone again, just like before, just like she always was. Just like before the manor, and after the massacre. She couldn’t win. She just couldn’t win.

Tessa was her friend, yet she was ripped away from her by that damn thing. V was her friend, yet she ruined that by siding with it.

Why couldn’t V just understand? It was the only way to survive. There was no escape, even in death… Though apparently she was wrong. Because they won. Solver was gone, and she was alone again.

J sighed as she gripped the blow torch harder, repairing the ship she had unceremoniously blown up.

She grit her teeth together, memories of their battle flashing before her, of Cyn using Tessa’s skin as a suit.

Suddenly, the blowtorch snapped in half from the pressure, the metal dented.

“Damnit!” J exclaimed, angrily throwing it into the snow beneath her. She jumped off the ship and kicked the broken torch further away, fists clenched by her side.

“Yikes-“ A voice said nearby, by the exit of the corpse spire.

J immediately swiveled around, one of her hands switching out for a rocket launcher as she aimed in its direction.

The worker drone flinched and fumbled with whatever it was he was holding before putting his hands up, eyebrows raised.

“Woah, J, relax!” He said.

“Oh.” J huffed, lowering her arm.

It was Thad, the one worker drone she managed to befriend. Well, more like he befriended her, despite her previous attempt to kill him. Granted, it was at least a few months after she had attacked that bunker.

She’d first met him in the woods, just outside of the abandoned city where “Tessa” was scouting out. She’d put J on watch duty.

At first, J didn’t bother to interact with him. But then she kept seeing him, and he’d only look even more sad and cold each time. Eventually, it turned into pity. She’d visit him while Boss was scoping the planet.

She would never admit it, but she slowly grew acquainted with this strange Worker Drone. Maybe it’s because it reminded her of the manor, when life was simpler. Maybe it’s because he reminded her so much of Tessa, goofy and dorky and funny and caring all the same. It was a breath of fresh air.

That was, until boss pulled her away from him too, because she finally had a lead.

J wouldn’t see him again for a while, at least not until everything came to a head and it was finally time for Solver to finish what it had started on the planet. They hadn’t gotten to talk at all, of course, everything was so intense, but she had noticed that he was hesitant to attack her before the planet had suddenly broken into pieces.

“What do you want? Here to mock me?” She asked with a snarl.

“Uh… no,” Thad said, scratching the back of his head. “I wanted to check up on you, actually.”

Her gaze softened as Thad walked further in.

“Y’know, that whole big battle seemed really intense. Thought you could use some company, since…” He trailed off.

J crossed her arms, putting her weight on one of her legs. “Because everyone hates me now?”

Sweat ran down his visor. He blinked and nodded slightly.

“I wanted to give you this.” He held out the item he had been holding to her.

It was a plush of a pink rabbit, its ears, arms, and legs floppy. It had button eyes and a white belly, yet it looked dirty with oil and debris. J took it from his hands and turned it slightly, looking at it.

Her expression softened more.

She loved plushies, even now after all this time since the manor days. She had missed just being able to hold one close and play with it. She gently squeezed its torso.

“…Thank you, Thad.” She said, glancing away and furrowing her brows, “But I don’t… I don’t need plushies.”

Thad raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you hesitate?”

J stopped for a moment, then moved the plush to her other hand, her claws extruding from the other as she pointed them at Thad.

“Don’t forget I can kill you right now!” She threatened, baring her teeth.

Thad put his hands up again, but only chuckled. “C’mon, J. You know you don’t have to hide anything anymore, right? You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. It’s gone. It can’t hurt you anymore.”

J froze. How did Thad know any of that? He was just a worker drone. There was no way he could’ve just said that on a whim.

He was right. She knew that. But— how?-

“I, uh… I asked V, N, and Uzi to give me a run down on everything,” Thad admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t fully understand everything, but from what I got, it… sounded pretty rough. For all of you.”

J felt her legs start to shake. First, anger, but then confusion and relief, all hit at once. Someone knew, someone, for the most part, understood, wanted to understand, wanted to understand her. Her expression twisted, trying to keep the emotions at bay, but the softness of his voice, the tone, the look he was giving.

It all made her so weak, in such a good way.

J lowered her arms and hung her head, arms shaking, her fists clenched around the bunny plush.

“And yet, after all of what they told you, you still want to talk to me?” She asked incredulously, her voice shaking slightly.

“Of course I do. You were there for me when I was stuck in the woods, even if you were mostly mocking me.” He chuckled at the memory, then added, “I’m repaying the favor.”

J glanced away from him, hugging her arms.

“Thanks, I guess.”

Thad smiled up at her, then looked past her at the ship.

“What’re you working on?” He asked.

She followed his gaze, then groaned.

“The ship. I was repairing it after I blew it up- You know, as an… apology to V. And N and Uzi, I guess,” She explained, “But I just broke the only welder I had.”

“Oh!” Thad perked up. “Want me to go grab you one?”

J looked at him again, confused. “Why?”

Thad shrugged. “Why not? I don’t want you to be lonely out here forever, J.”

Her core shook.

“Be right back, kay?” He said, turning on his heel and sprinting back out of the spire.

J watched after him until he disappeared behind the corpse walls. She looked down at the snowy footprints he made in his wake, tracing her eyes over each ridge of the shoe tracks.

She turned back to the ship, her mind wandering as she hugged her arms.

Now that she thought about it more, Thad really did remind her so much of Tessa in many more ways that she thought. They were both so bright and bubbly all the time, yet they bruised so easily. They were fragile, one and the same yet two separate people. Two separate things.

She was athletic, just like him. He was kind, just like her. He smiled with his teeth, just like she did when she laughed. She would glow when she was happy, and so would he.

He made stupid jokes just like she would, and would sometimes mess with her just to get a reaction. J gripped her arms tighter and closed her eyes.

The day of the Gala. Tessa’s left arm was hurt. It was bruised, yet untreated. J wanted to help, but she couldn’t.

“I’m ‘right, J.” Tessa would tell her, smiling nervously and rubbing the bruise with her hand.

She could tell she wasn’t alright. It hurt still, even moreso emotionally, she figured. But J never got to express how much she cared, because in the end all she was to Tessa was a pet. Something to be admired and laugh at, something that wasn’t supposed to have or understand the same complex feelings that a human possessed.

J knew she was more than that.

Then, before she and Cyn had reached the cabin fever labs. She found Thad in the woods again, hunched over and sitting in the snow, holding his left leg tightly. When she walked over, he looked up at her and smiled.

“Hey! What’s up?” He’d say, cheerfully, attempting to mask the pain he was in, albeit terribly.

“What happened to your leg?” She would ask, sounding stern and uncaring, her arms crossed across her chest, portraying faux feelings of apathy toward him.

“Oh— It’s nothin. I’m alright, J.” He’d promised, smiling up at her nervously.

Her heart swelled. He even talked like her sometimes.

J opened her eyes again and looked up at the glittering stars above her, a complacent expression playing on her face.

It was a surprisingly clear night out that night, the stars clear and twinkling softly, looking back down at her.

Thad was everything Tessa was and more, wasn’t he? He cared about J. He wanted her to have friends, to learn how to live with them so she wouldn’t have to live alone forever, regretting the decisions she made and the pain she caused.

He held his hand out for her, much like Tessa did, but this time, as a friend. Not as an owner, guiding a lost dog to her home. Thad had picked her up despite her flaws and tendencies, to try and guide her down a path of love and joy.

Not to mention, he was as handsome as his personality. J would never admit it herself, but he looked nice. Nicer than most male worker drones she had come across and ultimately slaughtered. For a moment, she wondered why he, of all drones, had hair, despite most males not having any, from what she could tell. So full of mystery as well, wasn’t he?

Just then, J froze, her head snapping back down as she stared into the distance, her eyelights hollow and blush forming beneath them.

“…Oh no…” She said slowly, the realization kicking in. “No no no!” She exclaimed, hiding her hands in her face.

She had fallen for him. And hard. Either it was because he was so much like Tessa, or because he was just himself, it didn’t matter. She liked him; no, she loved him, just as she had Tessa.

But— how could he ever love her back? She tried to kill him— She tried to kill everyone. She sided with the thing that was trying to eat the planet and kill everyone else with it. N, V, and Uzi undoubtedly hate her, and worst of all— …She was a failure. All of this time trying to be the best, and she couldn’t even do one thing right.

She failed Tessa. She failed to be the best maid, she failed to keep her safe. She failed Cyn, and the company. She was sent to do a job, yet she couldn’t even complete it.

She was pathetic.

The sound of snow crunching underfoot broke her from her thoughts, a gentle tap on her shoulder.

She flinched and turned her head.

It was Thad, looking at her with concern. “Are you okay?”

Don’t look at me like that.

“Yeah. I’m- I’m perfect!” J said, straightening her posture and turning to him, her tail swaying close to the ground. “Just fine.”

Thad tilted his head, then shrugged. He held out the welder to her.

“Here. Just don’t break it this time,” He joked.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah yeah”

J’s wings appeared from her back again and flared out as the anti-gravity jets roared to life, sending her up so she could gracefully land on the top of the landing pod again, carefully welding the metal pieces together. She watched Thad out of the corner of her eye.

He put his hands into his pockets and watched, leaning back and forth on his feet. Despite his body language, he didn’t look bored. He seemed more intrigued than anything, looking over the ship in its whole, or at least as whole as it was at the moment.

J glanced at him.

“Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go back to the bunker now?” She asked, putting on an annoyed facade.

“It’s the middle of the night, man,” Thad explained, “No one knows I’m here. And I don’t have to get to school for another two hours.”

J huffed. “Well, you better not distract me,” She said.

Please talk to me.

Thad put his hands up and nodded. “You got it, J.”

No, not like that. Stop acting like her.

J drew her eyes away from him and back at the metal she was welding, trying to focus. But her thoughts always went back to him. She couldn’t get him out of her head. Just the thought of hugging him was enough to make her mind spiral, and the idea of holding him made her feel like melting.

She was hyper aware of all movement in the area - a side effect that came from being a disassembly drone - so every small subtle move he made was enough to gain a glance from her. When he shifted his weight, or moved his hands, or took a few steps forward, she’d notice and look at him.

Suddenly, his words broke through the icy air.

“Hey, J.”

J glanced up at him, then back at her welding job.

“What?”

A smile slowly grew on Thad’s face, getting an idea.

“What’s this thing for anyway?” He asked, knocking on a metal panel, “Trying to build some kind of forest creature?”

J paused, looking at him in confusion. “You, of all people, should know what a space ship like this is for.”

Thad shrugged. “I mean, if you look at it from an angle, it kinda looks like a messed up spider.”

J simply rolled her eyes and returned to welding the metal panels. She moved to another support and lifted another metal panel, holding it against the metal already attached to the ship.

Thad seemed to stare at her for a moment, then glanced away.

It was times like these where J wished solver granted them the power of mind reading. She wanted to know what was going on inside that little brain of his. Two out of her six eyes squinted at him, the remaining four focused on the welding.

The only thing that filled the air was the crackle of the welder and the howling of the wind for a moment, until Thad interrupted.

“Hey, JJ!” He called.

“What, Thad?” She asked, the eyes on her display deadpanning.

“I bet your humor is as hard to catch as a frisbee in the wind!” He said with full confidence, a wide dorky grin on his face, his hands on his hips.

Stop doing that. Stop being like her. What is wrong with you?

J stifled a smile and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well maybe you aren’t trying hard enough.”

“Ooh, playing hard to get! I like it!” He teased, pointing at her with finger-guns and winking, “Challenge accepted.”

J shook her head. What was he doing? What challenge? What was the point of this? What was he going to gain out of this?

J’s mind raced so much, she nearly welded her hand to the ship.

Now he was doing the one thing she told him not to do. Distract her. Granted, him merely being there was enough to distract her at first, so maybe he wasn’t at fault.

“Ooh! I got a good one,” He said, a mischievous look in his eyes as he rubbed his hands together.

“What’s white and has wheels?” He asked, anticipation in his voice.

J paused for a moment, thinking. She tilted her head slightly. In all the jokes that Tessa had told her, this was one she was unfamiliar with. Her mind went to the first most logical answer she could think of.

“A bike?” She said, hesitating.

“The snow! I lied about the wheels!” Thad basically shouted, throwing his arms into the air with a large grin across his face. She noticed that some of his teeth were strangely sharp.

“That doesn’t even make any sense,” She said, rolling her eyes and returning to her welding.

“Sure it does!” Thad said with a snicker, “You gotta stop thinking so literally about everything, J.”

She stopped, if only for a moment. She remembered when Tessa had told her that, after making a dumb joke like that, with the same gesture and the same, proud grin.

Her grip tightened on the welding tool.

Thad paced around, thinking of what to try next. She glanced at him.

Seriously, what was he doing? He kept saying random jokes, despite the fact she told him not to distract her. It’s not like she was going to do anything to stop him, she liked the jokes, it just—

WOAH. No! She did not like the jokes! She didn’t like jokes! Jokes were stupid and wasted time— There wasn’t any point to them, they made no sense—

Suddenly, she heard a thud and flinched, breaking her from her thoughts once again. Her head snapped to the sound, only to see Thad stumble back from one of the ship’s legs and fall into the snow, holding his foot with a pained expression.

J couldn’t help but snicker at his misfortune, confused but delighted.

He opened an eye and looked up at her, surprised to hear her snickering. She turned her head away quickly and covered her mouth, stifling her laughter.

She lowered her head and shook it, trying to keep herself calm. Behind her, she heard Thad call her name. She looked up and turned her head to him, curious.

Right as she turned her head to him, he began sprinting up a mound of snow, only to purposefully slip and tumble down the mound, landing on his stomach. He looked up at her expectantly.

J simply stared at Thad, her eyelights half-lidded. She shook her head and averted her attention back to her welding. She was almost done with the panel.

Honestly, watching him get thrown around was kind of funny, especially since he was throwing himself around. All that, just to get her to-

The realization hit her like a bowling ball.

Those silly jokes, the stupid looks, the dumb actions that would end in him getting hurt— they were all for her. To get her to laugh and ‘loosen up a little,’ as Tessa would put it.

Dear God, he’s just like her. Why is he so much like her? What is wrong with him?!

“Oh!” Thad suddenly exclaimed, causing J to stop welding. It was alright, though. She had just finished a panel.

She groaned, trying her hardest to keep her front up, and hopped off the ship, picking up another panel.

“What did one corporate say to the other?” Thad asked, excited to tell the joke, eagerness in his voice.

J raised an eyebrow as she shook the panel off, dusting snow from it. She was intrigued this time. Thad didn’t seem the type to know anything about corporations.

“What?” She asked.

“Nothing, because they’re bad at diplomacy!” He announced proudly, almost way too excited to see her reaction.

J stifled her laughter, quickly raising the new panel over her face so he wouldn’t see the look on her face.

She was smiling because of his dumb joke. It was funny, of course it was funny, and it made sense- and she was sure Thad picked up on her attempt to cover her laugh.

She tried to play it off, lunging back onto the pod with the panel in hand. In the corner of her eyes, she saw Thad’s goofy grin, and knew that trying to hide it had already failed.

A silence fell between the two of them as Thad began to pace, presumably thinking of more jokes, scratching his chin. Whenever he’d think of one, he’d stop and blurt it out. Of course, most of his jokes needed her to respond, but J didn’t mind that.

With each joke, J would giggle just a little bit more than before, even snorting quietly once. She couldn’t help it.

The way he delivered each joke with enthusiasm and the tone of a comedian, his stupid, adorable little face, full of excitement and pure joy, his face brightening whenever he’d hear her giggles.

She had to admit, his charm was irresistible.

She slowly began to forget her worries, forgetting how much Thad and Tessa had in common.

After a prolonged silence, Thad stopped in his pacing again.

“Oh! What do you do if you get the bird flu?” He asked, that same silly grin playing on his face.

J leaned back and looked at him with a smile. “What?”

“You get— …Uh…” Thad trailed off, glancing at the snow.

“Wait, I— I forgot the punchline,” He chuckled softly as he spoke, furrowing his brows as he tried to remember.

J snickered. “Take your time.” She said smugly, turning back to her welding.

Silence fell between the two again as he wracked his brain, trying to remember. J almost forgot he had even started to set up a punchline.

Suddenly, Thad’s head jolted back up as he shouted.

“Tweetment!” He exclaimed, his voice so loud it echoed through the barren outdoors.

J finally couldn’t hold in her giggles anymore, a hearty laugh erupting from her throat as she leaned back from the spot she was welding. Her legs slipped, sending her careening off of the pod and into the snow, still laughing and smiling, snorting every once in a while.

Thad grinned at her, admiring her smile and the way she laughed. He loved every snort, every giggle, every time she would roll on the ground, clutching her sides as she couldn’t stop from laughing.

He had succeeded in getting her to let loose, at least for now.

He chuckled, approaching her from the side and leaning forward slightly to hover over her face, placing his hands on his knees.

“It’s nice to see you smile like this, Jaybird,” He said softly, his expression kind and full of adoration.

J’s heart exploded in her chest, butterflies in her stomach as her eyelights hollowed at what he had just said.

Tessa’s voice echoed in her head.

“It’s nice t’see ya smile like this, Jaybird!”

That same smile. That same nickname. That same damned expression and tone of joy and pride. Those damned green eyes.

J quickly sat up and shoved his face away, turning away from him and curling up in a ball, her hands on her head.

Thad yelped and stumbled back slightly, trying not to fall.

Damn it all! Why do you have to be like this, you stupid toaster! Why? …Why me? Is this my punishment? Is this what I get?

Her mind raced, a swirl of emotions, anger and sorrow and melancholy, her core pounding in her ears.

“J?” Thad asked, concerned, rubbing his face.

She didn’t respond, her arms beginning to tremble.

She hated him. No, she hated herself. How could she let this happen? How could she allow herself to fall so heavily for this little drone? He was so much like Tessa, yet so different at the same time. She craved to hear his voice and feel his touch all the same as she did with Tessa, yet somehow stronger.

Thad’s worry only grew as he stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “C’mon, Jaybird, talk to me. What’s up?” He asked again.

That stupid nickname!

He was so much like her. But what if he was too much like her? What if she had fallen for someone with the same quirks and personality and phrases as her first crush, just for them to be ripped away again? Just for her heart to be taken and stomped on and spit on all over again? What if he didn’t like her back? What if he was just there because he thought she was pitiful?

“…You’re so much like her,” J finally muttered, not lifting her head, her voice shaking. Despite her doubts, despite everything— she decided to tell Thad what was going on. Maybe not about how badly she wanted to kiss him, though. Not yet.

“…What?” Thad responded, sitting next to her in the snow.

“Tessa. Cyn was wearing her skin, you know.”

Thad’s eyebrows raised. “…Oh.”

J chuckled sadly, hugging her legs. “I’m such an idiot, Thad.”

She paused for a moment, waiting for Thad to react, though he didn’t.

“I sided with that thing because I thought there was no point in fighting. I knew what it could do. V and I both did.” She sniffled. “It toyed with us. It used us to slaughter billions, all three of us.”

As she began to explain, Thad sat beside her and rubbed comforting circles on her back, listening closely.

“It used us to kill Tess’s family. It used us to kill her. It wore her skin like a badge… I still remember her screams.”

Finally, J’s head lifted. She looked out at the snow, her eyelights hollow, digital tears wavering in the corners of them.

“…I tried to fight back, Thad. Before all of this— I wanted to stop it. But I never won. It would always kill me and then clone me again. There was no escape, even in death.” J paused again, then huffed. “Guess I was wrong.”

it became silent between the two. The air around them turned sour, dampened by J’s experiences.

She sniffled and sobbed, internally berating herself for being so vulnerable in front of a stupid adorable worker drone. She was pathetic.

“…Geez,” Thad finally muttered, “I can’t imagine how I’d feel if I was in your situation.”

J didn’t say anything.

“I… I don’t think you did anything wrong, J.”

She turned her head to him.

“Sure, you made some mistakes,” Thad said, shrugging, “but you were just scared. You did what you thought was right, even if it wasn’t the best. Everyone makes mistakes.”

J stared at him. “How can you not be mad at me?”

Thad thought for a moment, glancing at the stars. Then, he looked back at her. “Because everyone has their own story. You were forced to kill someone you were super close to. You gave up, because you couldn’t fight back. You only wanted to survive.”

He paused, then smiled. “In the end, that’s all any of us want, right? That’s why the Worker Drones fled under the ice when you guys showed up.”

J looked into his lime green eyes. Her heart swelled. He was genuine. He didn’t hate her. He actually understood her. He was finally someone who cared enough to see her side of the story, to listen to her grief and fear and empathize.

Something Tessa failed to do.

Tears welled up in her eyes again as she dropped her head back into her knees, hugging her legs.

Thad frowned, his brows furrowing in concern. He gently leaned on her, awkwardly slinging his arm around her shoulders and patting her arm.

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay, J,” He reassured, speaking slowly and softly.

Stop doing that.

She hated this. She hated being vulnerable like this, sobbing pathetically into her knees while a Worker Drone leaned on her, comforting her. She hated that it was working. She hated that she needed comfort. She had said it before, she would say it again. She didn’t need anybody.

…But deep down, she knew that wasn’t true. Without someone to boss her around, what was she worth? If she couldn’t do a job, what was the point? That was the real reason she had started to put that stupid pod back together.

Most of all, J hated how much she crumbled around Thad. She hated how much he reminded her of Tessa, and how she fell for him just like she did her. Just because they cared. Just because they were trying to save her from a terrible path. She hated how pathetic she was.

She was suddenly broken from her thoughts by the sound of an alarm. She hadn’t even realized she stopped crying. How long were they sitting there for?

Thad jolted upright, slapping his face.

“Crap! I stayed out too long! I’m sorry, J, but I gotta bolt!” He said in a panic, quickly scrambling to his feet.

J perked up as well, but quickly turned, her knees hitting the snow as she reached up and grabbed his wrist.

“Wait!” She called.

He stopped and looked back at her, surprised.

She looked back up at him. Blush spread across her visor as her jaw hung open, eyelights hollow.

Wait. What am I doing?! She thought, panic rushing through her wiring.

“…Uh… P…Please… don’t leave me.” She asked quietly, glancing away, “I… I, uh… I feel better when I’m around you, Thad.”

She groaned and pulled her hand away, covering her face.

“God, I’m so pathetic, aren’t I…?” She asked no one in particular.

Thad didn’t seem to move for a second. Then, he dropped down onto his knees and gently grabbed her hands, pulling them off her face with a soft smile.

“No no, it’s okay! What’s one missed day of school, right?” He shrugged, “It’s Friday anyway. I’ll stay. I promise.”

J looked at him in the eyes, her processor running at two miles an hour. She felt so conflicted— she wanted him to stay, but her pride— like it wasn’t already damaged enough— but it’s a Worker Drone! I don’t need pity from a worker drone—

“…Thank you.” She muttered, cracking a small smile.

Thad smiled back.

“No probbles.”

J snickered.

“Such a dumb abbreviation.”

She didn’t care. She could sit like this for the rest of forever.

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HOOLLLYYY SHIIIT. LONGEST ONE OF THESE EVER I APOLOGIZE FOR ALL OF YOUR DASHBOARDS. ANYWAY. I'm so sorry this took fucking ages to complete, my personal life has been so so busy.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANYWAY!! This was so so much fun to write, I love exploring J's character. AUGH. Don't worry Thad eventually helps her get over Tessa :D

Also so sorry to all the people who are waiting on their requests , especially to those who have been waiting since August. Life has been busy and I've been unmotivated. I'm hoping to get back to it whenever I can though!!!!

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Prompt Post! Lizzy x Doll; "Stay with me forever"/"Because I love you!" N x V; "I thought you didn't want me"/"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" V x Thad; "I'm in love with you" V x Thad "I missed you so much"/"I can't stay away from you" N x Thad; "Can I kiss you?" N x Thad; "I want you. Only you." V x Thad; "I thought you didn't want me." Sam x Uzi; "The way I feel with you"/"I can't stay away from you." Uzi x Thad; "Please don't leave me"/"I'll always love you" N x Thad; "Please marry me"/"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" N x Uzi; "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen"/"I'm better when I'm with you" J x Thad; "Please don't leave me"/"I'm better when I'm with you." <- You are here!

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"You all make some noise for our MVP! S/n!" The DJ yelled through the mic, hyping up the crowd as you walked on the stage wearing a Five Piece Rhinestone Bikini Top including a G-String Garter Skirt, Gloves, and Stockings with elegant black pump heels to match.

The DJ started to play Angels in Tibet by Amaarae as you scanned the room, seeing it was a full house tonight while the crowd was already cheering and chanting your name. The cheers from the people didn't give you confidence because you already had it, knowing you were going to kill the performance.

You walked towards the pole, swaying your hips while sensually rubbing your body, getting into the song.

When Amaarae's first verse came, you jumped onto the pole, doing a few of your signature tricks that made everyone go wild. The way your body moved to the rhythm, flowing with the music, had people in amazement.

In the first chorus of the song, you slid off the pole, twirling upside down slowly with your hands out. When your hands touched the floor, you did a half backbend since your legs were still hooked onto the pole, then unraveled your legs, allowing you to do a cartwheel into a split.

You were the only one who had people leaving with excitement, itching to come back the next day. To be completely honest, since your style of dancing was unique, it caused you to be the center of attention.

It made you feel proud of yourself because of how much money you were getting and how people acknowledged your year's worth of going through this whole journey on your own.

Even if people thought stripping was for negative reasons, you still were positive about it.

You get yourself out of the split position, laying to where your body was facing the crowd before lifting your legs, then rubbing your hand down in between them as you spread yourself so no one would see your clothed vagina.

You closed your legs, slowly got up on your feet bending your knees, and did a hip-shimmy to the music.

The money was being thrown on you like rain, and a guy seated in the middle front row caught your eye.

He had a very tall demeanor, a muscular man with pale tan skin who possessed a set of well-developed abdominal muscles. He had short, spiky, pale blue hair and thin black eyebrows with scarlet-red eyes.

On the left side of his jaw and extending down to his neck, he had a large scar.

He wore a red leather jacket and pants with metal studs sewn into both, along with shoes of a similar yet darker color. You could see the fox tattoo located above his waist on his left side.

The man's clothes were decent, but his face made up for it, to say the least, not to mention he was manspreading with his elbow on the chair, his hand resting on his chin, which made him even more attractive.

The way he was looking at you made you want to tease him throughout your dance, and that's exactly what you did.

When the last chorus came, you unhurriedly got back down onto the ground with your back arched pressing your chest on the cold stage floor, making the dance seductive while maintaining your gaze, obviously sending him hints.

Hearing just the instrumental, you got up and heard the DJ on the mic again say, "Make some noise one more time for the real exotic dancer, S/N!" DJ Mayday exclaimed as you picked up all your money.

You looked back at the guy, receiving a sly smirk from him before walking off stage.

Making your way towards the dancers' locker room to count your money, you go inside seeing the other dancers either retouching their makeup or changing.

"Hey, N/n," one of the girls named Fenris greeted you, having a country accent everyone in here loved.

"Hey, Fenny baby," you take a seat already, getting your money out to count every hundreds, twenties, tens, fives, and ones.

Today, you made seven hundred dollars from the first dance alone, so you knew the rest of the night was going to end great. Plus, the change from serving tables today since the club was short-staffed was going to be cool, too.

After counting, you put your money in your F/c bag before doing the code to your locker, making sure no one saw it, then putting your bag inside, and lastly, locking it back.

"So whatcha doin' now, miss exotic sweetheart?" Teixeira asked as you changed into your outfit afterward, grabbing your long coat to put over it with thigh-high stockings because the club was starting to get cold as fuck.

"Playin' waitress and serving these tables since we're short-staffed today." You explained adding the criss-cross-patterned strapped, red bottom heels to match the full outfit and coat nicely.

The dark-skinned girl gave you a sarcastic gasp at the response, "Whaat? Now why dey got you doin' all that? My dance is comin' up right now, so I'll help you when I'm done." She touched up her hair, getting ready to leave.

"Oh my gosh. That would be very appreciated." You matched her energy, smiling as she left to get on stage.

Leaving the locker room, you went straight to the bar so you could start your job.

After being at six or seven tables Neniko, who was one of the guys working at the bar and just so happened to be your favorite, stopped you. "N/N! Come here, girl." He signaled you to come over with a smile.

"Yeah, Neki?" you asked.

"A fine ass man just came by asking for a private dance in room 6, specifically for you." He replied in a flirty yet playful way.

You then remember the guy you saw earlier, instantly thinking it might be him, "Thank you, babe. Also, make sure to let Xeira know where I'm at because she was going to help me with the tables after her dance." You told him.

"You welcome sugar, and I'll tell her. Oh! Don't forget to get some tonight 'cause he looks worth breakin' the rules." Neniko exclaimed making you smile.

"Don't worry about that. Imma makes sure he gets what he wants." You say in a sensuous voice, before walking off.

(For this part, you can have a song of choice because I couldn't choose one.)

Your heels were clicking on the floor as you walked to the private room where you'd been called. When you finally got there, you opened the door, seeing the guy from before manspreading once again on the long couch with both arms resting on top of it.

Knew it. You thought to yourself.

"You sure took your sweet time." His voice was deep but squeaky, scanning your body as you fully walked in, locking the door behind you.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting. I got a little held up." You made up an excuse, already looking at about one grand on the medium-sized table in front of him.

You walked towards him, noticing he looked even better up close while thinking about how fuckable he appeared.

"Well, I better get my money's worth," he said.

"Don't worry, honey, you will." Your voice was laced with honey as you reassured him with a smile.

Taking off your coat, reveal a beautiful red two-piece Balcony Empire Laced Top and Strappy Bikini. You threw the coat to the side, then got onto the small stage.

You got on the metal rod, doing a few tricks that have never been seen. While you were dancing, you could see how he stared at you like eye candy, mesmerized by the way you moved.

When you finished up, you walked off as your ass swayed with your hips to give him a lap dance.

Walking up, you slowly got onto the floor and crawled to him with temptation filling your eyes, making him readjust his sitting.

As you were right in between his legs, you slowly got up, beginning to rub up his thighs to his chest, eyes still locked on each other.

He then held up your chin and leaned down, his lips meeting your ear. "The name's Ban." He softly whispered, earning a confused eyebrow raise.

"Why do I need your name?" You asked.

"Cause that's what you're going to scream out for me," Ban said, his voice filled with boldness, already having you feel slight tingles going through your private area.

"And don't worry, here's a tip." He took out another stack of cash from his pocket, but before he could place it on the table, you stopped him, putting it back.

"No need for a tip, sir. Like I said before, you'll get your money's worth." You spoke in a sultry tone.

"The floor's all yours then, Foxy."

"It's Y/n." You retort sternly, disliking the nickname.

"Whatever, Y/n." He was being sarcastic but still allowed you to fully stand up to straddle over him.

No touching the dancers or sex was allowed in the club, but you took it upon yourself to listen to Neki, taking his advice because he was right. This man was worth it and an exception you were willing to take.

He then began to move his large hands from your waist down to your half-bare, plush ass, making you feel a small shockwave go down your spine from how cold they were.

His hands then roamed up to your bra, permitting him to remove all the pieces of your clothing before you took off your shoes, leaving you exposed.

"Damn, Foxy, you look gorgeous like this." He praised pulling his pants down enough to let his erection go.

He then wasted no time grabbing your hip with one hand, aligning his aching cock with your wet pussy before allowing you to slowly sink, making you both gasp.

You were bouncing on his cock as he was holding your ass, thrusting deeper into your fluttering walls. Your nice moans were low, filling his ears as he gripped your ass then took one hand off to slap it.

"Feel good, hm, baby?" He questioned you, wanting an answer.

"Yes, you feel so good, Ban." You moaned, his name rolling off your tongue.

"What's my name, sweetheart? Say it louder for me." His pace fastened, wanting to hear you call out his name.

"Ban! It's Ban!" Your lewd moans progressively got louder.

He then stopped moving his hips to let you take control. Your hips moved back and forth in a steady rhythm. You were teasing him, going fast, then slow and back fast, making him feel like heaven.

He put his long fingers in his mouth before going down to your needy clit, massaging it, jolting from the sudden pleasure. Your hands found their way onto his already unbuttoned chest for leverage. His thrusts, including fingers, were too much for you to bear, already feeling your orgasm come close.

"Ban, I'm about to cum." You warned, making him stop touching you, getting you off his cock before flipping you over on the couch and laying you on your back.

Suddenly going back into your walls, feeling even more pleasurable than before, until you couldn't take it anymore since it started to be too much.

"T-too much—B-Ban!" You managed to moan out as you put your hands on his abdomen, trying to force him to stop or slow down.

"Don't worry, Foxy, I'll make sure you can take it all." He smirked, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand, and pinning them above your head.

His thrusts grew rougher, hitting the G-spot as your body reacted to every sensation in a pornographic way. Your moans, including his groans, reverberated throughout the room.

Ban free hand explored your body as he kept his rhythm, pushing you to your edge. Bending down, he kissed your lips hungrily as you kissed back, letting him swallow your candied moans, turning it into a makeout session.

He broke the kiss to lick down your neck, then sucked on it, giving you a noticeable hickey before sinking his teeth over it. The pain was tolerable, and it made you feel delightful. Tears were forming at the corners of your eyes from how blissful he was fucking you as if he never experienced it before.

Staring at you as he bit his bottom lip, he felt himself twitching as he gripped your wrists. The other hand stopped rubbing you, making its way up to grip your neck.

Not even you could explain the thrusts he was putting into his hips, allowing the whole couch to move. If this was a bed, he would most definitely break the headboard. Maybe the bed if he did it hard enough.

"Where do you want me to cum? On you? In you? Pick one." He grunted.

You couldn't think properly being in an incoherent and libidinous state due to you being cock drunk, clearly seeing it, he decided for you.

"I guess since you're too cock drunk, I'll pick for you." He said as he kept going until he could feel your abused pussy clench onto his cock for dear life.

"Ladies first, then." He had a change of mind, removing his hand from your neck and leaving a mark behind.

Roughly circling your clit made you arch your back even more. You could feel that knot loosen up in your lower abdomen. With one more final thrust, your orgasm coated the base of his cock in a ring form. He let you take a breath before thrusting again, looking for his high next.

After a few minutes, he found his orgasm, except before he came, he pulled you off and got you up by your wrists.

You prop yourself on your knees so he could stuff his cock in your mouth as both hands gripped your hair, putting your throat to good use. You could taste your juices from when he fucked you, swirling your tongue around his dick as you both worked together in perfect synchronization.

"F-fuck, Foxy, even your mouth feels perfect," he shuddered from the satisfaction.

As his heavy balls slapped against your chin while drool escaped your lips. Your gaze was more focused on the man in front of. Feeling his cock twitch made you start using your hand, getting a reaction out of him, groaning when you gripped his cock and used your mouth faster.

Pushing your mouth all the way down to the base of his dick, you could feel his hot cum shoot down your throat. He was still gripping your hair with his head leaning back, eyes rolling back, and his bottom lip a tinted red from how hard he was biting it.

It was a beautiful view, to be honest.

"Now swallow." He caught his breath to say.

You did what was told, swallowing the rest of his semen. After you both sat up on the couch to properly catch y'all breaths, you laid down with your head resting on his chest.

"Have you done this before?" Ban asked out of curiosity, receiving a stare from you.

"I would never do this with anyone, especially in a club." You strictly said, remembering how some guys here wanting ass either have stank attitudes or unhygienic.

"Well, you just did, babe," he reminded you, followed by a laugh.

"You were an exception. Remember that." You said to get up to put your clothes and shoes back on.

"I'll never forget." He got up, putting on his clothes. You put on your coat, then grabbed the money off the table, walking to the door to see Ban had it open for you already.

"Ladies first." He smirked as you walked out first, with him following behind.

You both went downstairs while making small talk before he left the club through the front exit. After finally clocking out since you and Ban fucked until it was time to leave, you felt something in your pocket.

When you checked your coat pockets, you saw that Ban sneaked the money he was trying to tip you with in your side pocket with a note including a number written on it.

'Call me when you want more, Foxy.' The note read as you smiled to yourself power walking to the dancer's locker room to get your stuff.

"Soo, how did it go?" Neniko asked waiting for you as you grabbed your stuff out of the locker. 

Seeing that you both were the only ones here, you decided to show him the note, "Okay, I see you, Foxy!" Neniko cheered, giving you the nickname that made you cringe.

"Thank you, Neki, but don't ever say Foxy again. It's cringy." You made a cringe face, exiting the club with him following you behind.

"Alright, I'll let your new bae call you that, but Xeira is pissed for leaving her." He laughed, making you roll your eyes at the 'bae' comment.

"I bet, and let's keep the private room between us."

"Don't worry, sugar, I know." He reassured you as you both did your signature handshake before going inside your car to leave.