#How To Find A Sugar Momma

[momoloveyooneunhye]

Sugar Mama Looking for Love - Naomi in Kisumu

Hello admin. My name is Naomi Akumu from Kisumu. A friend told me she got a nice guy from this page and I’m here to get one toyboy for myself. I am stable but single after a nasty divorce that I prefer to not talk about. I have been using dildos and other sex toys to gratify my sexual urges. I now need someone offering real human interaction. I am no longer interested in dildos. I have used them…

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Hear me out on this... TWST with a Southern! Reader.

Like, it's the first day of school, and obviously Reader can't remember the names of the two people they just met, so when Ace says one thing or another, complaining about someone called Riddle, they just go "Hm, yeah, sweetheart."

Ace drops his lunch.

Or when they step on Leona's tail by accident, immediately going, "Oh, darling, are you alright?"

Leona couldn't fall asleep for the first time in a while.

Or after Azul's overblot, how can he not cry more, especially when Reader is rubbing circles into his shoulders, cooing, "It's okay, love, let it all out."

The scammer, unfortunately, couldn't look Reader in the eyes for a while after that.

Or when Reader gets mad, like when they cook something for their friends and Grim eats it, their immediate instinct is to go "WITH ALL I DO FOR THIS HOUSE, YOUNG MAN, WHY DON'T YOU TRY YOUR HAND AT FEEDING THIS HOUSE?!"

By house, they mean the five other first years.

please ignore that theyre out of order😭 its just the order i came up with them!

Ace Trappola

During a Class Mishap Ace messes up a potion and it starts bubbling over, covering his face in soot. Reader chuckles softly and drawls, “Well, bless your heart, sugar, you tryin’ to invent fireworks in here?” Ace sputters, trying to explain himself, but the way Reader says “sugar” makes him forget what he was even going to say. He spends the rest of the class trying (and failing) to act unfazed.

Deuce Spade

When He Gets Into Trouble Deuce gets caught in yet another fight, his uniform a mess. Reader sighs, crossing their arms. “Now, darlin’, I know your momma raised you better than this. You think brawlin’ is gonna solve your problems?” Deuce blushes deeply, stammering out an apology, and promises to do better. He can’t decide if Reader’s scolding feels more like comfort or a proper lecture, but either way, it gets through to him.

Jack Howl

After a Long Run Jack comes back from a run, panting heavily. Reader hands him a water bottle and says, “There you go, honey. Can’t have you keelin’ over on me, now.” Jack pauses mid-sip, ears twitching. He mumbles a quiet “thanks” but spends the rest of the day wondering why being called “honey” makes his tail wag.

Ruggie Bucchi

When He Steals Food Ruggie swipes a bite of Reader’s lunch, thinking they won’t notice. Reader glares and slams their hand on the table. “Now, listen here, sugar. If you’re gonna steal from me, at least have the decency to leave a ‘thank you’ note!” Ruggie freezes, torn between laughing and apologizing. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’ll leave a note next time, promise.”

Floyd Leech

During One of Floyd’s Moods Floyd is sulking in the lounge, glaring at anyone who comes near. Reader plops down beside him, ignoring the tension. “What’s got you in such a twist, darlin’? You look like a cat that’s been rained on.” Floyd blinks at them before breaking into a grin. “Heh, you’re funny. I like you.” He’s back to his usual chaotic self in no time, dragging Reader into whatever mischief he has planned.

Jamil Viper

When He’s Overworked Reader notices Jamil trying to juggle a million tasks at once. They gently take a tray from his hands and say, “Now, love, you can’t be doin’ everything yourself. Even the strongest trees need a little support.” Jamil hesitates but lets them help. Later, he finds himself thinking about how soft their voice was when they called him “love.”

Kalim Al-Asim

When He’s Overly Excited Kalim bursts into Reader’s room, talking a mile a minute about his latest idea for a party. Reader smiles fondly and says, “Alright, sugarcube, slow down. You’re buzzin’ around like a bee in a flower shop.” Kalim laughs, realizing he’s gotten carried away. “Sorry! I just get so excited talking to you!” Reader’s warm tone makes him feel even more enthusiastic.

Sebek Zigvolt

When He’s Loud (As Always) Sebek’s voice booms through the dorm, startling everyone nearby. Reader raises an eyebrow and says, “Well, darlin’, you sure do have a voice on you. Could probably wake the dead if you tried.” Sebek pauses, unsure if that was a compliment or not. He straightens up and replies, “Of course! A knight must always be heard!” But his face betrays the fact that he’s flustered.

Silver

When He Falls Asleep Reader finds Silver asleep under a tree and gently drapes a blanket over him. “Sleep tight, sugar. Even knights need their rest.” When Silver wakes up and sees the blanket, his heart skips a beat. He quietly resolves to thank them later, though he’s already blushing at the thought.

Vil Schoenheit

During a Self-Care Lesson Vil insists on giving Reader a skincare lesson. As he critiques their routine, Reader smirks and says, “Well, bless your heart, sweetpea. I didn’t realize I was sittin’ with the beauty queen of Twisted Wonderland.” Vil narrows his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitch upward. “Flattery will get you nowhere—though I appreciate the sentiment.”

Rook Hunt

When He’s Observing Them Rook starts waxing poetic about Reader’s charm and grace. They laugh and reply, “Oh, honey, you’re layin’ it on thicker than molasses on a pancake.” Rook places a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “But I only speak the truth, mon trésor!” Reader shakes their head, amused by his dramatics.

Epel Felmier

When He’s Feeling Insecure Epel complains about being underestimated because of his looks. Reader pats his shoulder and says, “Now, don’t you fret, darlin’. Even the prettiest apples can pack the strongest punch.” Epel grins, feeling a little more confident. “Thanks, Yuu. You’re real good at makin’ a guy feel better.”

Idia Shroud

When He’s Awkward Around Them Reader catches Idia muttering to himself about a game. They lean in with a warm smile. “Whatcha talkin’ about, sugar? Don’t keep me in suspense.” Idia jumps, his hair flaring pink. “N-nothing! It’s nothing!” But the way they said “sugar” replays in his head for days.

Malleus Draconia

During a Starlit Walk Reader invites Malleus to stargaze with them, saying, “Ain’t the night sky somethin’ else, darlin’? Makes all the troubles of the day seem so small.” Malleus gazes at them instead of the stars. “Indeed,” he murmurs, though he’s not talking about the sky.

not malleus all on his own

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[astonmartinii]

no more ace to play [mamma mia part two] | formula one social media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, fernando alonso and jenson button

the investigation was fruitful but now y/n has a handful of drivers and a bucket load of criticism

general note: i answered an ask about this but i thought i'd reiterate here, this is a no wives or kids au, so seb and jenson's wives and kids do not exist in this !! thank you so much for all the lovely feedback on the last part, hopefully i remembered to tag everyone who asked x

part one | masterlist | ko-fi

yourusername

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tagged: fernandoalo_oficial, sebastianvettel, jensonbutton

yourusername: so i guess it's kinda real now and they're all lovely x

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user4: i know the bitter old people are going to find this now but i for one think it's fucking ICONIC

user5: the guys are way too chill for the situation

user6: they've not said anything, so how would you know?

user5: idk reeks of babytrapping

user7: be for real y/n doesn't need to baby trap anyone she has her own career?

yourbff: debrief needed STAT

yourusername: literally on my way to yours right now get the non-alcoholic wine READY

landonorris: do i like get a prize for my hand in this?

yourusername: here's a gold star ⭐️

landonorris: i was hoping for some monetary rewards

yourusername: ur literally a millionaire ?

landonorris: and?

user8: are any of them gonna like comment or?

user9: very odd considering they wouldn't shut THE FUCK UP on their own posts

user10: for real they were very proud of their 'accomplishments' but now it's the consequences of their actions and theyre silent ?

user11: have yall considered the fact that finding out you might be a dad is a bit of a shock, let them all process it?

jensonbutton

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jensonbutton: back to see the old rides

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user12: SPILL JENSON PLEASE

user13: so like what team is this kid going to support they've got so much to choose from?

user14: if they have any taste, ferrari 💅

user15: i mean their momma clearly has taste so ....

oscarpiastri: nice to meet you jenson!

jensonbutton: by how much mark talks about you i could've sworn i'd already met you

aussiegrit: bold of you to send shots my way considering your current predicament

user16: mark saying this like they aren't lucky to be with y/n ?

user17: bro we all saw that you met up with y/n and the baby daddy squad... wanna maybe share some thoughts?

user18: why would he want to publicise that he got with a slag?

user17: i know you're not calling y/n a slag when we're talking about f1 playboy JENSON BUTTON ?

user19: i have complete faith that this mamma mia summer WILL have a good ending but i NEED these men to maybe actually talk about it so people aren't just out here coming for y/n ?

yourusername

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yourusername: got myself a sweet treat and did some meditation (i.e. listening to asmr roleplay) because life is crazy and morning sickness is a bitch

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user24: not to be sappy but i am emotional watching y/n go through this, she's been on the internet for so long i feel like i've watched her grow up, idk anything about f1 but i hope they're good for her

yourbff: gosh who knew you getting pregnant would lead to us having to go to the bakery every single morning

yourusername: but but but they have such good croissants and SHUSH I BUY YOU YOURS EVERYDAY

yourbff: i know you're like my sugar mama, please still buy me pastries when you have your actual child

user25: i think we're all being a wee bit dramatic about the whole "they haven't said anything" business. yes, they probably should say they're fine with it so people stop accusing y/n of baby trapping them but ALSO we don't know what they do everyday, maybe we should just let the adults go about their business

charles_leclerc: i am basically seb's kid so i shall be a character witness: that man is an ANGEL and believe me that took a lot for me to say in public lol

yourusername: why thank you charles, i have heard a lot about you. in fact on his "provisional dad cv", sebastian directly named you, some guys called max verstappen, mick schumacher and lance stroll as fatherly experience

maxverstappen1: LOL I KNEW SEB LOVED ME BUT WTF IS A DAD CV

sebastianvettel: this is a serious matter and i wanted to show that i'm serious about fatherhood

mickschumacher: soz max, charles and lance i think WE all know who his favourite is

lancestroll: i'm just happy to be recognised tbf

yourusername: well i kinda hope this real child will be his favourite...

charles_leclerc: boring 🥱

alexalbon: well i'm gonna nominate myself as jenson's grid kid and woah that guy is great 👍

jensonbutton: sounds kinda sarcastic but thanks for the effort alex

carlossainz55: seeing as we're all here i'll say that nando is the best grid dad sorry not sorry

yourusername: you're all here but idk who you people are ?

fernandoalo_oficial: chilli have i ever told you how proud i am of you?

stoffelvandoorne: do i mean nothing to you old man

user26: wtf is going on here

fernandoalo_oficial

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fernandoalo_oficial: what a race! thankful to finally be back on the podium this weekend and i'd like to dedicate this race to the soon-to-be new addition and my new family, here's to our future ❤️

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user27: HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO CUTE

user28: i'm sorry the THUMB IN THE MOUTH CELEBRATION ARE YOU KIDDING?

jensonbutton: proud of you, come home quick x

user29: i'm sooooo chill about this

fernandoalo_oficial: i'll make sure to tell the team that THE jenson button wants the meeting to go faster

sebastianvettel: do i mean nothing? that's literally my old team name drop ME

yourusername: just tell them i've gone into labour

fernandoalo_oficial: you've not even been pregnant two months yet...

yourusername: they don't know that

astonmartinf1: this is a public instagram comment section...

maxverstappen1: maybe when the little one is actually here i'll let you win for once

fernandoalo_oficial: how kind of you?

maxverstappen1: i need the little one to know that at least one of you is cool and that i should be their favourite god father

lewishamilton: now that is a bold assumption

danielricciardo: i have been quiet on this topic but if anyone is prime god father material YOU'RE LOOKING AT HIM

yourusername: you'll all receive an email and a god father application in the coming weeks

charles_leclerc: is this another seb idea?

yourusername: maybe... but idk yall so i think it's a good idea

yourusername

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yourusername: welcome to the crazy house

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user33: so we've confirmed the poly? yes or no?

user34: i'm gonna say yes but with them you literally never know

georgerussell63: so we all sent them a jellycat?

alexalbon: speak for yourself george that sick ass rocking bunny is all albon

user35: not to be weird but this kids is literally going to have the hottest parents of all time

user36: no cause if i'm a teacher and all of them walk in for parent's evening i'm passing out

jensonbutton: oh wow what a lovely crib i wonder who put that together

fernandoalo_oficial: don't you dare take all the credit

sebastianvettel: as if anyone other than the WOOD WORK KING put that together

yourusername: guys they are lying the delivery guy put it together and they all stood around watching like dads at the airport

jensonbutton: "like dads" so still getting the experience in

danielricciardo: so who is responsible for this grandpa ass nursery aesthetic?

yourusername: well this is awkward i thought it was cute

fernandoalo_oficial: it is don't worry honey, it matches seb's overall grandpa aesthetic

sebastianvettel: you guys agreed to move to mine don't switch up on my aesthetic now

jensonbutton: oh seb we all love your certain affinity for tartan and plaid

sebastianvettel: i'm not feeling this love right now :(

yourusername: cuddle pile incoming

note: ahhh okay this was very highly requested so i hope it met expectations. i'm thinking this could defo be a longer series (i am also working on into the arms of another dw) following the whole family if yall would like that? i'm gonna try and tag everyone who requested that, i am sorry if i missed anyone x

taglist: @boiohboii @vellicora @faithm120601 @raizelchrysanderoctavius @luv4kani @minkyungseokie @eugene-emt-roe @magical-spit @ironmaiden1313 @jaydaaasworld @whoreks @rainerax @nonsensical-nonsence @laneyspaulding19 @chelseyyouraverageluigi @lxclerc @gemofthenight @woweewoowa

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Things Modern Hotd Characters Do.

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Character: Jacaerys Velaryon, Aemond Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra Targaryen. (X reader)

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Literally just some random thoughts that came into my head, and it’s a modern au.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: lromantic, short, cute and fluffy.

-`｡ﾟ˘: ﾟ⋆ ––✷☽ ᱬ ☽✷––⋆ ﾟ: ˘ ﾟ｡.`-

✬—Jacaerys Velaryon

You already know my boy is a jock of some sort, it’s a given. So he gives you his jersey to wear and I see him in hockey.

He also is the type of guy to at first watch you when you are around and at first he is shy about it and tries not to get caught. Then it’s just known to everyone that he is admiring you, like a drooling dog.

Gets shy when his friends bring it up.

You think you’re allowed to drive? Nope, his passages princess (no matter the gender)

I also see him proposing as soon as you both graduate, or when you both are still in your early 20s.

✬—Aemond Targaryen

Leather jacket. I don’t make the roles and has a motorcycle- The person the school fears after sending a kid to the hospital in middle school.

Before the relationship he talks to you at some points in the day, and then people literally stay away from you because they are scared of Him. So no bullies coming your way.

Takes you shopping because he likes to see you happy, and not the best at expressing his lives. So gifts and acts of service are his love language.

Keeps a photo of you in his wallet- don’t tell him I told you.

✬— Lucerys Velaryon the man I did this all for.

Watches all the Barbie movies with you while you play with his hair, and put it in weird and cute hairstyles.

One of the boys who is shy but will let you do anything to him. Like letting you putting makeup on him or carry you around.

He is so fucking shy but also a little shit. He’s so two faced. He will be pouting one minute and blushing like crazy when you kiss his cheek. And the next knocking you to the side and racing down the stairs.

Pulls pranks all the time that you didn’t talk to him for weeks but you can’t resist that cute face.

Walks everywhere while holding hands so you both don’t get separated 🥺

✬—Alicent Hightower

She’s the neighborhoods widow. And also on the watch council, so she is big into the community. She has been so sweet to you for years since you moved and always find yourself seeing her.

Goes out into her yard and gardens while watching you, not in a creepy way tho- just making a excuse to talk to you out of the blue.

Brings you sweets a lot and goes on coffee dates before dating.

Is so happy when you show her a real love relationship, and how you put her above everything. So she spoils you the same.

But keeps you away from her “stepdaughter” because she is afraid you’ll leave her.

✬—Rhaenyra Targaryen

Someone say mommy- the type of woman to buy you drink after making you flustered just by staring at you from across the bar. Like that cocky smirk of “i want to make you nervous” sexy smile you know?

Doesn’t let you think she is just a one time and dip. So she starts to send you gifts, to your work, house and almost anywhere. Texts you so much about going in dates.

You know kinda like a sugar momma for sure but loves you.

This girl will punch another woman for flirting with you and drag her by her hair- she’s so possessive.

Introduces you to her kids when you start dating because she wants you all to get along, and if you just immediately sweep them under your wing?

Already planning your wedding.

If you want more characters pls send them in the inbox.

[impish-baby]

re: both arms cradle you now

how would the family get to coddling and taking care of reader :0?

I assume via reader being forced to be around them and breaking down and regressing, but I'm very curious to hear what you have in mind :3

-🐇

You have the right idea!! Reader essentially can't handle all the stress and breaks down which ends up devolving into more of a tantrum when they regress since they don't know what to do with all the big emotions they're feeling

I won't put everyone's reaction here since I'll save those for the actual fic, but here's some miscellaneous members of the family taking care of reader :>

Aunts Tammie and Lisa (Avery's moms)

"Here, how abouts a slice of pie, sugar?" The older women is already cutting it up, getting a bite ready on an airplane shaped spoon. "Your memaw made it, so you know it'll be good!" She hums, holding the spoon up before doing a winding motion to your mouth. "Vroooom...yummy, huh?" Tammie coos as you eat, getting another bite before you've even finished the first.

"You'll give them a stomach ache." Lisa remarks dryly for across the room, messing around with a stack of papers. "All that sugar at once isn't good."

"Oh, hush up.." Tammie scoffs, rolling her eyes. "What's the best thing when you're sad? Sweets! Leave the little darling alone, if their tummy hurts later, we'll deal with it."

"Uh huh," your other aunt pushes her glasses up to the top of her head as she walks over to the table, setting a few pieces of paper gently down next to you. They're Christmas activies, from coloring pages to connect the dots. "How about we work on these a little, hun? It's not too late to write a letter to Santa either, maybe he can squeeze in a few extra presents by tomorrow."

Oliver (reader's younger half-brother)

You weren't expecting anyone to come find you, at least not for a while, but a little head pokes through the doorway followed by an excited gasp.

"Hi!" The kid practically dives when he runs over to kneel in front of your curled up form, a bear stuffie clutched in one hand. "Momma said to leave you alone cause you're really upset, but.. but I wanted to try to help a little!"

His smile doesn't falter as you sniffle, holding the plush out to you expectantly. "They're my favorite, but you can hold them! Promise they'll make you feel better."

When you gingerly take the item from him, he looks like you just gave him the world. "Yeah, good job!" Oliver can't seem to sit still, hopping back up onto his feet immediately. "Do you want to watch a movie? You get to pick cause you're crying!"

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services requested {chapter four}

Pairing: Kept Man! Joel Miller x Sugar Momma! Reader

Summary: In the aftermath of your explosive interaction with Joel, you decide to get some space. He finds out in the middle of helping Ellie with something by the way of your mother bringing by a set of keys for him. Will he make it to the airport in time to tell you how sorry he is?

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: no outbreak au, modern au, age gap (joel is mid 50's, reader is late 20's / early 30's), reader is more of an oc written in the x reader style, reader is described to have a scar and tattoos, power dynamics, sexual undertones, mutual pining, flirting, casual touches, mutual attraction, light angst, mentions of infinitely (not joel or reader, mentions of past trauma, allusions to power imbalances within the tattoo world, reader is depicted to have a manic anxiety attack, reader is terrified of flying, use of prescription drugs to sooth anxiety, airport rush scene bc come oooooon lol, masturbation (male), i think that's it!

A/N: so i'm moving forward with stuff to prepare for a hip surgery. it's been a long journey of just managing the pain and finally finding an answer to eradicating it. unfortunately, my insurance will not be covering the testing that determines if i'm a good candidate, so that will require me to pick up a few extra shifts. i've linked my kofi if anyone is feeling generous but there is no pressure or need to. dropping this and running to get back to school work, love y'all!

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The first deposit approval is staring you in the face. The payroll website that you use for your assistant and will be using for your own business once it’s all finalized and ready to operate is the only window open on your laptop.

Joel Miller – pending approval

It’s in bold since you haven’t pressed any buttons, any options. Because honestly? You’re at a loss as to what to do. You haven’t heard from the man since he all but berated you nearly a week ago. And the truth is that he had scared you when he did it. The way the whites of his eyes were visible in the faint light coming off of the streetlamps, the way he had raised his voice in almost a growl of frustration, the sheer size of him as he stalked into the house behind you.

Even if you knew, deep down in your very soul- he wouldn’t do anything to physically hurt you.

With a puff of your cheeks, you press a finger pad to the keyboard and press process deposit.

Sighing out your held breath, you move away from the laptop settled atop the desk and continue packing. Joel isn’t the only one going out of town, you reached out to a friend in California to go and work a guest spot at the independent shop they were opening. A break, a little breather to get out of a house all to yourself that you needed work done on to truly make the space yours.

You were too…everything right now to reach out to the man who you just paid to be in your services.

But you didn’t want to bother him, to agitate him, to make him feel any pressure about deciding what to do. Giving him the space and chance to make up his mind was both the polite and professional thing to do in this situation. That’s the comfort you told yourself in regards to your decision on how to handle the circumstances you found yourself in.

You’ve already taken his words and dissected them, going over them with your therapist. And she was right, he was reacting to the combination of outdated information and something from his own life. You want to forgive him, to move past it but it was going to take time, you know that. So you give him the space you know he needs, that you need to. As long as he apologizes, you know your heart will soften through the residual hurt and anger that you’ve already begun to work through.

Joel is staring at the dark screen of the new phone you sent. He’s plugged it in, the little charging symbol flashing at him before it disappears. He’s waiting now, for it to turn on. The code to synch up your schedule onto his calendar on a post it note alongside the password and username combination for him to long into the bank app to see the available funds on the work card you gave him with the contract. He hadn’t used it yet, feeling like he wasn’t worthy of the dollars and cents.

It hits him like a punch to the gut, when he see’s the bold words that spell out a phone call you’ve blocked off an entire hour for:

Case Attorney, parameters of protection. 2pm-3pm.

It’s nestled neatly among consultations and appointments that range from two hours to six hours, reminders to call and check supply orders and the status of the permits he’s already called after to secure timely dates. There are no dates blocked off, even if all there is listed on some appointments for nails, for hair, for everything and anything.

Busy. Always filling your time with something. And it all makes so much sense, if you’ve made a name for yourself, have the funds that you do.

He looks over at the blueprints for the house you finalized on, something you never mentioned until it was all set and done- inferring that this would be one the things he can handle for you in that initial meeting regarding the contract.

You were lonely, must be, he realizes it at the same time he feels it himself. He got so used to the daily conversations and interactions with you, the mundane tasks that didn’t feel so monotonous with you popping in and out of the house while they worked. Even just those first few days after the job was completed, you both continued to see each other. But now…

It’s been nearly a week since he’s seen you, more time since he’s interacted with you- like really, truly interacted with you. Since he yelled at you in your new home, demanded where your husband was and what role he would have in this agreement the two of you made. Joel likes to believe he’s got a level head atop his shoulders, but the truth is that he feels so all encompassing sometimes.

With Sarah, with Elle, with his brother- all three of them pull his heartstrings, strike the match of annoyance and anger, fuel his fierce protective side.

With a sigh, he pulls up your name in his messages. There is no previous thread, nothing transferred from his older phone due to the incapabilities of the new software. He isn’t sure how to reach out so he falls back on being professional. He settles with a summary of the good bones of your house, the suggested work being something he can more than aptly make a reality and then ends the message with a question for the best start date.

But you don’t respond, either busy or sleeping- he realizes the early hour and scolds himself. Of course you’re asleep, it’s only five in the morning. He sighs and looks out the window that his dresser is pushed up against. The sun is barely beginning to peak over the horizon, the sky a deep blue that a few stars shine in.

He startles when his phone beeps where he discarded it on the comforter.

A date, where the samples of what tile and paint you want will be left on the island in the kitchen for him. You’ll be busy with work most days, will probably miss him completely and he doesn’t think anything of it.

Until later that day when Ellie brings you up.

“Hey, I think I saw something about Grey going on a trip online.”

“What?” Joel does an amazing job of keeping his cool at the sudden news, the screwdriver in his hand drops and falls to the floor. Landing in the carpet with a dull thud before bouncing and hitting the top of his bare foot where he’s crouched down and fixing a loose shelf in one of Ellie’s bookcases. He hisses as it thunks, pain shooting across the muscles there and swelling immediately.

“It looks like she’s going to be a guest artist at a new place opening in LA.” Ellie says from where she’s cross legged in her desk chair, laptop open and displaying the piece of art she’s using as a reference for a project that’s due later in the week. She’s in one course this summer, going back to full time in the fall when that time of the year rolls around.

“She would’ve told me if she was going out of town.” At least he thinks you would, how else would he be able to begin working on the renovation of your home?

“I mean…are you sure about that with how things…?” Ellie hesitantly says, her brow furrowed in much the same way that Joel’s does, despite no direct blood relation.

“I…I would hope she would tell me, considering I have the blueprints for her house and the details of the renovation with a start date.” He picks the screwdriver back up and makes sure that his task is complete.

“Have you reached out?”

“…no.” He doesn’t turn to her, despite feeling her eyes on him from across the room.

“Well, there you go.”

“We leave in four days, there’s…”

A knock at the door has him whipping his head in that direction, completely blindsided by the direction of the conversation and someone calling upon him in the middle of the afternoon.

When he swings it open, your mother is standing there with a soft smile. She greets him, dangling a ring with three keys securely looped on it and announces that they’re for him.

“Grey left these for ya, said you’d need them to start on the job when you get back from Philly?” She pins him with a smirk, knowing she’s caught in the middle of something between the two of you. The higher pitch of your voice at the end of her sentence telling him that she’s looking for confirmation.

“Doin’ the reservations on her house.” He entertains her, though she probably already knows if she has the keys in her grip.

“Oh! That’s so lovely, you’ll do an amazing job just like you did with our house, I just know it.” She winks at him, offering the ring to him and plopping it in his palm when he holds it up. “Just make sure to lock the door back behind you and I’m sure she’s left a note of which lamp to leave on so the house doesn’t look empty at night.”

“Noticed she has a lot of late nights, I can definitely do that.” Joel feels his smile begin to melt the longer he realizes that your mother is talking so casually about the way he interacts with her daughter. How he’s watched you enough to notice certain mannerisms and routines.

Lydia stares at him over the threshold. Her sharp eyes finding the cracks in his demeanor, the effects of his harsh words, sleepless nights, and nose to the grind days. Joel’s heart beats steadily as she regards him, racketing up the longer the look lasts but especially when she gasps in the middle of her next sentence.

“She does normally, but- oh dear, she didn’t tell you?” The woman blinks and concerned wrinkles form in her brow and around her nose as she scrunches it in much the same way you do when you laugh.

“Tell me what?” Joel croaks, unable to dispel the anxiety and fear that bubbles up to fill his chest painfully. His breathing shallows as his mind works through all of the worst-case scenarios of you being in the hospital or something happening to you at the shop. His fingers tighten around the keys in his hand, the metal bites into the calluses from wielding tools his entire adult life.

“She’s gone to do a guest spot at a friend’s shop in LA for a few weeks. Manny is dropping her off right now, her flight leaves in a few hours.” Her announcement freezes time completely, Ellie was right. You were leaving without telling him. Running because he gave you a reason to.

“Shit.” He pockets the keys and shoves his feet into a pair of worn cowboy boots. Lydia moves aside quickly, avoiding him as he rushes past. His heart is pounding as he pictures you alone in the airport, swathed in one of the big, chunky cardigans that you favor. Shoving the keys into the ignition, the truck roars to life. Words from a past conversation echoing in his mind.

‘You look over at him and Joel feels his chest tighten as you smile sadly at him, lips barely lifting up.

“My parents are boarding.” He sees in the way you fiddle with your phone, fingers tapping long nails against the case, the way you focus completely on the screen. You’re nervous.

“Long flight, huh?” He set the roller in his grip down into the pan he’s poured a bit of paint in, making sure it’s not going to tip over before he wipes his hands on his stained jeans and gently pulls the phone from your grip. “Ain’t no use hyperfixatin’ on it. How long is the flight?”

“Something insane like fourteen hours. God, I couldn’t.”

“Not a fan of flyin?”

“Honestly? No, it turns me into a nervous wreck, I’d rather drive for three days to get somewhere than take a five hour flight.” You don’t meet his eyes, almost bashful at the admittance. But he watches you, sees the truth behind your words and he wants to pull you into a hug. But that would be a line, so he just reached out a hand to cup your shoulder as he moves around you, squeezing it in a quiet comfort.’

“Her flight takes off at gate 42A!” He waves a hand up through the open window to signal that he hears her shout, and his truck takes off down the street. “It’s a Delta flight!”

Ellie sidles up to Lydia with her arms crossed and a smirk on her lips.

“Oh, he’s got it baaaad.” Your mom says with a sweet laugh. Watching the way his taillights disappear around the street that runs perpendicular to the cul-de-sac.

“You have no idea.” Ellie shoves at her with an elbow, cackling at the way the woman scoffs in mock hurt and places a hand over her heart.

“Oh shut up, I didn’t even get you that hard.” She defends, shaking her head at the antics of her neighbor.

“Ellie, you little shit, I swear I shouldn’t invite you over for dinner. But I have a feeling your lovesick papa is gonna go as far as boarding a plane to fix whatever he did.” She tosses an arm over Ellie’s shoulders and tugs her close.

“Fuck, you’re right. He didn’t leave any money for food.” Her face falls and the words settle in.

“Alright, c’mon- I’ve got enchiladas comin’ out of the oven any minute now. Manny should be back soon too, she never lets us stay with her at the gate. She’s a tough cookie, that girl.”

“She really is,” Ellie makes sure to lock the door behind her and follows you mom across the street. “So what kinda enchiladas?”

Brakes screech as Joel comes to a harsh start in front of the valet stand. The logo for your airline hanging above the designated spot for pull overs and pickups. He jerks the gear shift into park, grabs a flannel from the back and shrugs it on as he rounds the front of the truck. He tosses the keys to the guy who looks up from his phone at the stand.

“Hello, sir, would you like long- or short-term parking today?” Joel pulls his wallet out from his back pocket and hands over his personal bank card. He’ll gladly pay anything out of pocket to mend the damage he’s done. He just wants to get to you before boarding begins. He got stuck in traffic, of course, making his little drive into an hour long deal that had his sighing heavily and hitting his fists to the steering wheel more times than he could count.

“Uh, whatever works. Short term shifts to longer after what- 24 hours?”

“That’s correct, sir.” The attendant tears off a receipt from a small printer, it’s got Joel’s name on it and the type of car he has. He’s ushering a quick thank you before rushing inside and going straight to the boards that show the departures. He whips his head back and forth, sweeping the area for arrows to direct him to the correct terminal that hosts your gate.

He’s just stepped onto the escalator to go up two floors when he spots a flash of sun glinting off of a watch. His chest tightens as he sees you standing out on the balcony for the floor he’s about to reach, putting out the butt of one cigarette and immediately move to light another. He can practically smell the smoke from it mixed with your perfume, and he takes a deep breath before an announcement calling for preboarding for your flight along with two others.

“Shit,” He mutters to himself as he gets to the top of the escalator. There’s a short line to go through security and they’re asking for boarding passes. He mentally steels himself, getting his wallet out and gritting his teeth as he approaches at the motion of the woman at the podium. He’s not the biggest fan of flying either, it’s always too cramped, too stuffy, it makes his anxiety bubble up. But you need him, more than he dislikes the very same thing as you do.

“Hi, I’d like to book a seat on the Los Angeles flight departing from gate 42A, ma’am.”

It’s been a shitty day, your morning client didn’t show up and the person who took the spot for a walk in wanted something too complicated for the time slot you had available. So you settled on a consultation instead. Anxiety steadily builds in your entire body, humming through you more efficiently than caffeine or the nutrient packed meal you had for lunch at your parents to keep you awake and moving. The bag you packed that morning sits beside you as you father drives you to the airport.

“No need to check the car in, when you’ve got me to help ya!”

“Dad, I really wouldn’t have minded. What if my return flight comes in super late or like really early?”

“Well, we ain’t workin’ too much these days, so shut up and drink your smoothie.”

“Well then.” You huff out a nervous laugh, the taste of peaches and passion fruit souring on your tongue as you take a big sip through the plastic straw.

“So,” He glances over at you as he signals to take the exit for the airport coming up in two miles. The highway is busy, right in the middle of the city. The word is drawn out, something riding the undercurrent of it and you look over at him with a raised brow.

“So?”

“Joel’s been a little distant since the remodel.”

“He’s busy, dad, running his own company and all.” You look back out the window, fingers trailing through the condensation on your plastic cup.

“Seems like he’s avoidin’ you, should you be over at ours.” And damn if your dad didn’t hit the nail on the head. You were both avoiding each other, too much brimming and needing to be dealt with but neither of you knowing how to begin to.

“No, we just…had a little miscommunication about the work he’s doing on my place.” A sliver of the truth is all you can offer, a little white lie.

“Hmm, okay. But don’t be too hard on him, he don’t have many people in his life ‘n he seems to have taken a liking to you.” Mulling over his words, you recall the way Joel once said that since his brother became so unreliable, he forfeited his only night out a week to go to the bar and decompress.

“Everything is okay, dad. I promise I’m not getting between you two. Invite him over if you wanna hang out with him.” Regret and guilt bubbles up, you truly didn’t mean to affect the way your parents and Joel interact. They were friends, all of them. You were simply the person who hired him as a handy man, the term kept man a little too close to the truth. But it lingers in the back of your mind. Joel is more than just a handy man, he’s someone who you talked to in the quiet moments and want to take care of.

“Wouldn’t be so bad if you did get between the two of us, never seem him look so…down. Maybe you could take him out to a nice dinner, don’t know when the last time anyone did something’ like that for him. He let’s your mom and me cook for him, sure, but it’s not the same. So stubborn on that front, but I’m sure you could convince him.”

You don’t exchange any more words as he pulls up to the drop off zone. With a kiss to your forehead and a crushing hug, he shoves you toward the entrance with a ‘now get outta here and go do your thing!’.

The nicotine was doing little to calm your nerves, you hated flying with passion.  It was one of the things you didn’t have the guts to handle, even if it was a normal part of life.

You put out the cigarette you just lit when you notice the tremors of your hand shaking it so much the ash rains down onto the concrete of the balcony. You walk as quickly as you can through the main throughfare you know your gate is off of. You’ve got the last boarding group, which gives you enough time to collect yourself. Your intensions of splashing water on your face and taking a few deep breaths completely derails when you see that the bathroom is empty and a sob lurches out of your chest. With shaking hands, you plop your duffel bag onto the wall that backs up to the entrance and lean back against it.

Your head is raised as you try to keep the tears at bay, but they leak out anyway, in hot streaks down your cheeks as you slide down the slick tile and thud heavily on your butt.

With a pounding heart, a heavy weight in your stomach and twitching nerves, you sit there in the bathroom and succumb to the tears. Public setting or not be damned.

The last time you were on a plane had been one of the clearest recollections of what hinted you toward what was going on with your now ex-husband. Someone who normally comforted you and got you through the few flights that had to be taken. The last time though…

‘Micah is staring at his phone as they call for boarding, your group the first due to first class. He said he wanted to treat you, make the ordeal a little easier since your nerves got the best of you. Letting out a deep breath, you go to reach for the strap of your duffel bag and sling it over a shoulder. The tickets are loaded individually on your phones, something that you didn’t think much about.

He’s so wrapped up in whatever is on the screen that he startles when you walk behind him and wrap your arms around his neck to whisper in his ear that they’re calling for your group.

“Jesus, Grey! Don’t be doing shit like that, seriously!” He’s up like a rocket, his phone screen locking. An apology falls from you, claiming you didn’t know he would react so badly. “It’s bad enough you turn into a literal child when it comes to flying, but it doesn’t mean you have to be all clingy and invade my personal space.”

All you can do is nod once, to let him know you hear him and acknowledge what he’s saying. Even if it hurts, even if it does nothing but rachet up the feeling of a balloon inflating impossibly large inside your chest, too big to fill into the small space and making the air in your lungs feel like a monumental task to breath in and out. He doesn’t reach for your hand or usher you ahead of him with a guiding hand on the small of your back. He almost makes it look as if the two of you aren’t even traveling together as he gets into the line, not bothering to wait for you while your boarding pass gets scanned and verified.

He's already seated in the row that will house you two for the next seven hours, a trip out to Philly for the next month. A bottle of water in his grip while he scrolls on his phone with that same concentration as before. And you hate the way that your heart mends a little when the plane begins to glide across the tarmac and Michah reaches over to tangle his fingers in your own.’

You’re so lost in your feelings and memories that you ignore the loud rush of stomping steps that burst into the bathroom. It’s probably just someone who got off of a flight or someone rushing before they board.  

“There you are,” You hear the sudden timbre of Joel’s southern drawl laced voice. Your head whips up to reveal your tear stained face slack in complete surprise.

“J-Joel? What- what are you doing here?” You roughly wipe the sleeve of your cardigan underneath an eye to dispel the wetness from your tears. His face softens from panicked to a sad smile as he kneels down in front of you and runs a hand over your mussed hair, tucking it behind your ear.

“You don’t like flyin’.” He cups the side of your face, thumb wiping the wetness there you didn’t manage to get yourself. You don’t flinch away from him as his eyes meet yours, even if a knot lodges itself in your throat.

“Well, yes, that’s correct but-“ You begin to shake your head, the last words he spoke to you hanging heavy in the air.

“Look, I know, okay? I know things are all out of sorts with us, but you…you needed someone and I’m here.” He’s unprepared for you to launch yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck and your face burying into his chest. He lets out a little ‘oof’ as his butt makes contact with the tile but wraps his arms around your back all the same. The cherry of your perfume and the smoke from the cigarette fills his lungs and he feels like it’s the first full breath he’s taken since the past confrontation. His scent, spicy and woodsy overwhelms you as you embrace, doing much the same to you.

“You’re so stupid.” You whisper, lips brushing against the soft skin of his neck. The urge to bite into the tan expanse overtakes you and your lips purse at keeping the action securely in your mind.

“I know, sweet girl, I know.” He’s completely serious, his voice barely a whisper in imitation of yours- not wanting to break the fragile moment. You can feel the guilt he carries in the firm way he holds you, in his very breath as you lean against him and move his chest as it rises and falls.

“You bought a flight to get through the line and into the terminal.”

“Guess that means we’re going to LA.”

“You leave for Philly in a few days.”

“Ellie is perfectly capable of flying out from here and I can always fly out from LA. I ain’t worried about that, I’m worried about you.” His confidence in the girl he raised obvious, pride in his tone as he realizes himself that she’s nearly grown as much as she will be.

“Shut up, you’re not real.”

“Real as you are, have a hard time believing it when you’re not around.”

“You can’t possibly be this flirty all the time, it’s not fair.”

“I’m gonna let you get away with sayin’ anything you want right now, cause you’re going through it.” He chuckles, his body shaking yours as he loses his composure at the things you have no filter for.

He’s pulling back slightly, his nose brushing your forehead and down your temple. Your breath hitches as you feel the jump in his heart beating in his chest, your eyes flashing up to meet his. Tension fills the bright room, bouncing off the tile and coursing through the air that almost sizzles between the very little space that separates your bodies. His hands are firm and wide on the whole of your back, fingers flexing as you glance down at his plus lips so- dizzyingly close.

The sound of someone entering the space and a shocked gasp as you jerking away from him suddenly, hands detangling from him as he moves slower to mirror your actions.

“Apologies, ma’am. Little pre-trip jitters is all.” Joel offers you a steady hand to stand, remaining on the floor until you’re back up on your feet, eyes trained on your boots. With a small grunt, he’s standing too and reaching for your bag as the woman scurries to one of the stalls and the lock clicks into place. The light music playing over the speakers pauses to announce the boarding for your flight and you two move together to exit the bathroom.

“It’s gonna be okay, I swear to you.” He’s pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, tickling you as his scruff brushes there. “Now let’s catch our flight.”

Joel watches quietly as you down two of the little shot bottles you purchased from the flight attendant the second she came around with the drink cart. He felt you reach for his hand the moment the plane began to taxi along the tarmac, your grip vice like as the aircraft built speed to take off. He tried not to clamp his hand around yours to give way his own discomfort at flying, wanting to ensure that you were tended to over himself. You were so tense still, your entire body rigid beside him.

He let you get him a bottle of water, though he had yet to crack the seal on it.

The window was closed, his body shieling you on the other side from the aisle, business class only holding two larger seats to a row. You had upgraded his seat and covered the cost so you two could be beside each other and he’s grateful, not even thinking of the original seat he may have gotten.

It’s well into the flight and he sees you bend down to dig into the duffel you insisted at having stored by your feet. The rattle of a pills in a translucent orange bottle draws his eyes from where he focused on cleaning the lenses of his thick framed glasses.

“These might make me a little sleepy, but, um, the rental car is through enterprise and the hotel is through a local place downtown.” He opens the water for you to down two pills, taking a sip before he twists the cap back on, shoulder warming as you lean against him, arm wrapped around his bicep and fingers tangling with his. It’s close, it’s contact, and he hopes you can’t hear the way his heart thuds in his chest as he pictures you doing so under less extreme circumstances. He worries he’s truly messed everything up, but you’re letting him be the support you need and that’s a big step in the right direction to mending what he almost burned down.

“I’ll make sure we get there safely, just worry about keeping calm. I got it, sweetheart.” The soft rumble of his voice sooths you, he knows as soon as your eyes drift shut and your breathing evens out.

Hours later, you begin to stir and feel marginally better. Everything is foggy through your sluggish mind, but you trust Joel to help you unbuckle from the seat as the plane finally comes to a stop after landing.

He does just as he promises, holding you securely to his side as you sleepily follow his guiding movements. The rental desk asks for the card on file and he’s leaning down and murmuring if he can dig it out of your bag slung over his shoulder. Your little hum of approval has him unzipping the side pocket before your voice reminds him that he needs to add himself down as a driver.

“Thank you, you and your wife enjoy your visit!”

The word slaps him in the face even as he tries to smile politely at the woman, turning away from the desk and guiding you over to the car. He secures you in the passenger seat before carefully placing your bag in the backseat.

“Sweetheart, what hotel did you book?” He watches as you pat yourself down, searching for something and then it clicks. Your phone. That’s in his own pocket, you pushed it into his hands back on the plane.

“I’ve got your phone here, Grey. I turned it on after we landed,” Joel hands it over and you blearily look down at the screen, little groans slipping past your lips as you sift through all the notifications to find what you were looking for. You turn it toward him and he sees the reservation, typing in the address listed in his own phone. He’ll text Ellie once everything is settled, more than the ‘landed safe’ he did as soon as the pilot turned off the fastened seatbelt sign.

As he turns the engine and maneuvers out of the parking lot and into the glittering city, he hears your phone ringing as it calls out.

“Hey momma, we made it.”

“Oh good! I assumed Joel managed to catch you, he rushed off so quickly.” Lydia’s voice chimes like tin through the line. “I’ve got Ellie over here, we’re playing monopoly and-“

“It’s late, let her go to bed.” You admonish and Joel smiles to himself at the concern you hold for his daughter thought you’ve yet to meet her.

“I’m fine! Glad you and dad are safe! Tell him he didn’t leave any food money!” Ellie’s loud voice causes you to pull the phone away from your ear and Joel smirks at the sight out of the corner of his eye.

“I think he heard ya, kid.” Your own sleepy smile softens the scene, making it more intimate in the close quarters of the cab. The rest of the call is at an appropriate volume and you assure her that you’ll make sure money gets sent over. As Joel signals to turn into the hotel entrance, you motion to the valet for him to stop at.

“Jus’ wanna sleep.” You mumble as you begin to disrobe, unaware of him freezing by the door as you do so. The skin you expose to him not even a thought as you hang your cardigan on the back of the chair at the desk and move to place your leggings there too. Your baggy shirt and underwear allowing for your legs to be on display, the ink that decorates them catching the low lights left on for those like you with late check ins. The snap of elastic as you unhook your bra is the last thing preventing you from laying down and you move toward the big bed to peel back the covers.

Slipping inside, you don’t even manage to get them over your body before you’re gone from the world and snoring softly.

Letting out the breath caught in his throat, Joel puts down the duffel bag and steps out of his cowboy boots before going into the bathroom. He hangs his head as his hands grip tight to the edge of the vanity in the large bathroom, a bathtub and glass panel shower filling the space. He dims the lights so they don’t sneak underneath the door, though he doubts you would stir at much right now.

He’s hard.

Arousal striking hot like a hook around his navel the second you began to take your clothes off and he feels like an old creep for the way his body chose to respond. You’re vulnerable, someone who trusts him to keep you safe. He wonders if he should go back down to the lobby and book himself a room, but…he doesn’t want to.

The shower doesn’t sputter to life as he turns the nob, it gently rains down instantly hot water and he groans as it runs over his exhausted muscles. He takes his time washing with the supplies already in the stall on a small alcove shelf. The same scent he recognizes from time spent with you, the hotel must’ve stocked your choice of products and he breaths in the comforting mix of lemon, cherry, and rose.

A hand drifts down to where he’s still hard between his legs, soap suds trailing down his body to envelop him completely in your scent and his breath sucks in the moment he wraps a wide palm around himself.

“Fuck.” He whispers, he’s really about to do this with you only one wall away. Fuck, he really is and it only takes him a few strokes before his orgasm blinds him, glittering stars of white clouding his vision as it buckles his knees and pulses out to paint the tiles. He’s panting heavily, the sensation almost too much as he pictures the way your legs looked, completely bare underneath your shirt. The little hint of your ass he got a good view of as you leaned over to pull the covers away from the bed.

The words of that particular clause in his contract float in his mind’s eye and he sucks in a deep breath. A decision on how to traverse that particular aspect of your relationship completely up to him. And god, does he want to keep up the casual and comforting touches, to feel the soft brush of your fingers against his own skin. But it’s okay, there’s time.

Damp and completely relaxed, Joel busies himself setting up the couch for him to sleep on with the extra blankets folded in the closet. He’s about to turn the light own by the side of the bed you aren’t occupying when he hears the hush of the sheets. Looking up, he sees you reaching out to him blindly.

“Come to bed, Joel.”

And damn, if he can’t argue with the soft timbre of your sleep voice and the pout of your lips as you lay in the big bed all alone. He looks over to where his shirt rests on the desk and walks over to shrug it back on before he slides underneath the covers beside you. The small huff of your breath as you doze back off and the gentle smile on your pretty lips eases him into a peaceful sleep.

You wake up to the sound of loud snoring, startling you where you’re curled up in the covers pulled up to your chin. Your eyes snap open as you take in a deep breath, the waking world shocking you as you spy tousled hair on the pillow beside you. Steaked with dark and light greys, but he’s the source of the sound that woke you.

Despite that, you bite down on your bottom lip as you take in the way he kept to his side of the large bed and slide out to go to the bathroom. The shower is amazing, the hot water rinsing away the last of the sleep that clings to you, a combination of the way you worked yourself up and the medication. You’re reaching to wash the conditioner from your hair when a soft knock sounds on the closed door.

“Hey, uh, I don’t mean to intrude, but nature calls.” Joel’s voice calls over the rush of water and you freeze.

“Oh, um, okay. The shower is clear, but it’s fogged up enough-“

“Ain’t gonna look, I promise.” And then the door is opening and Joel’s blurry figure can be seen through the mist. But you do. His hand is secure over his crotch and you realize he’s trying to cover the way his morning wood is tucked into the waistband of his boxer briefs. You quickly look away, arousal zinging through you as you do your best to ignore the sounds of him relieving himself.

He’s careful with flushing and washing his hands, not wanting to affect the temperature of your shower but it doesn’t even register as you do your best to avoid the weight his quick glance puts on your skin before he’s gone- just as quick as he appeared.

The rest of the morning is spent getting breakfast down in the restaurant, the conversation flowing easily as you both go over switching his flight for Philly to leave from LA instead of Austin. Money is sent over to Ellie and as you load up into the rental to hit up some shops for supplies you need to live out of the hotel room, Joel reaches for your hands and holds them gently.

“Hey,” He catches your eyes, the nerves he feels swelling up mirrored in your eyes.

“Joel, it’s okay, really. You- you didn’t know.” You try to pull your hands back and he lets you, curling them back to himself as he watches you switch your weight from one foot to the other.

“No, I didn’t. But I should’ve have come at you like that, it was…it was mighty unprofessional of me to do that. I was in the wrong and you didn’t deserve to catch the weight of how I responded to thinking you were married.” His words are genuine, carrying the guilt he feels over the way things unraveled and you exhale heavily.

“It…it wasn’t good, to hear those words come from you. Those accusations, but I understand how it might have looked, really. I just- Joel, I only ever wanted to help you, please trust me. My- the reason I moved my entire life is huge, and I was going to share it with you when I could find the courage.”

“You don’t have to, even now. I swear to you, your business and past is your own. I just want you to be okay, to be safe. That’s the most important thing.” You step up to him to carefully wrap your arms around his middle and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek despite the flutter in your chest and the slight shake to your hands.

“I’m okay, for the most part. But you’re…Joel, you’re amazing. You really didn’t have to alter your own plans to travel with me and to do everything you have since we left yesterday. I appreciate it, I appreciate you.” His own hands come up around your back to return the embrace, the causal touch lighting you up just as much as seeing him through the fogged up glass paneling of the shower this morning. He’s just so…handsome that it’s a little hard to reconcile that he’s here with you, that he’s feeling more like a friend and less like the man who you initially hired to help you out. The lines blurring the more time you spend with him, the attraction blooming and gaining a heated weight that’s harder and harder to shake from your body.

“I appreciate you too, sweetheart. It’s…it’s okay that I’ve been callin’ you that, right?” He suddenly looks bashful as you step back. And hope swells, that he might possibly feel the same effects as you do being in each other’s space. He’s asking more if everything is okay, you realize, not just the nickname he’s given you and you pause. He’s done so much the last few days, literally coming to your rescue as you fell apart in the very public bathroom of an airport terminal. He’s done more than enough to show how sorry he is and you don’t feel like his words were anything but an immediate reaction to something stemming from his own past. But you don’t push on that, just like he’s not pushing you now.

“Yes, of course.” You assure him, smiling softly as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now, let’s go get you some clothes for the next two days, yeah?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” The smile he gives you in return is disarming and you feel your stomach swoop.

“Okay, so I got the shuttle times for you, since you insisted. It’ll be here at-“ Your words trail off as you see him sitting on the large bed, his hands are in his lap though you note the way he’s clenching and unclenching his fists atop his thighs. He looks a little startled at your sudden entrance, like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been.

“Wanted to get you something, spent my own money on it. I hope you like it.” The scent of the bouquet on the desk that he approaches now fills the room in a pleasant way, mingling with the cologne he favors and your own perfume. A wonderful mixture of you both in the space you’ll be occupying for the next few weeks. Sadness flairs up when you realize it will fade as soon as he’s gone. “Tried to keep it a secret until I could surprise you with it.”

“What other secrets are you hiding, hmm, Mr. Miller?” Your voice is raspy, the display of the petals over the bed where a new cardigan in a fancy box sits partially open for you to see the soft muted green of the fabric. A gift, to make up for the things you’ve already decided to move past.

“Jus’ Joel, how many times do I gotta-“

“But I respect you, Mr. Miller. Don't you want me to show how highly I regard you?” The air in the room shifts as does the pitch of your voice.

“Just a workin' man, always have been, ain't nothin' special.” He’s not looking at you, pink tinging his ears and the base of his neck as he looks down at the jeans he’s originally rushed out of the house in.  

“Joel,” The sound of his name releases on a breathy sigh as you begin to saunter up to where he's leaning his backside on the desk, errant petals surround him, covers him in places he hadn't patted them away from. The rugged, worn denim hugging his frame, his plain, paint spotted t-shirt displaying the muscles he's built over the years of his life. He didn’t want to fly in the things purchased earlier that day, opting to keep them in the new bag he’s got to take with him on his trip. He's a tasty looking man, and no one else is around. You can't help the pulse of desire that lances underneath your skin, lighting you up in a way you hadn't felt in ages. the piercing gaze he pins you with even as you see the bob of a harsh swallow in his throat, the pursing of his lips as he tries to keep his calm the closer you get to him.

The air is thick, heady, tension crackling and making every other sound soft as you finally step into his space. Right in front of him, you have to look up slightly because of his height, his curls so soft underneath your exploring fingers as you reach out and pet them away from his face, the longer ones having fallen to frame his gorgeous face. You can see the moment his eyes dilate, darken as your tongue peeks out to lick over your bottom lip, the way your teeth sink into the plush give of it as you tangle fingers into his curls and the scratch of your nails on his scalp. A groan sounds deep in his chest, his own lips parting as it sits in the air between you. the sound spurring you on as you rest your other hand delicately on his chest, feeling the hardness of muscle there hidden beneath the thin fabric.

“I shouldn’t want to, I really shouldn’t with how things are and who your parents are.”

“Shouldn’t want to what?” Your heart thunders in your chest, his eyes trained on you with such intensity.

Hope swells, filling your chest where you can’t seem to get enough of the heavy air into your lungs.

“Shouldn’t wanna do this.” And then his hands are cradling the back of your head and the curve of your jaw as he leans down to press his lips firmly to yours.

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[mistydeyes]

This is my first time doing this!!!!! can you please do 141 with a rich reader! Like she buys them cars,supplies,homes,etc but not in a sugar momma way like “ I’m make money……..and my love language is gift giving” like imagine them walking into her house mansion and is like “this is 10 times bigger than my flat building” and she’s like “oh shush….besides this is your home now” or when she picks them up to go to the pub she pulls up in their dream car and their like “love your car” she like “it’s yours” and throws the key. And when they give her gifts she ADORES them (it’s some purfum she likes) she’s just loves spoiling her baby and they don’t know how handle Being so special! CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A REACT ON THIS ITS BEEN ROTTING MY MIND

hehe thank you so much for requesting! we love expensive taste and a woman who's love language is gift gifting!!

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summary: When the 141 met you, they had no idea what kind of life you came from. However from extravagant vacations to luxury vehicles, you make sure to treat your man right.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

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price

Looking at John, you can tell he enjoys the more expensive taste in things. Holidays are always a joy for you both as you spend your hard-earned salary on practical yet extravagant gifts. For your anniversary, you wanted to impress. Earlier in the year for your birthday, he had gotten you a bottle of Baccarat Rouge 540 and you were over the moon. It had it's own shelf in your home and he always made sure to compliment the rich, sultry scent when you wore it. This inspired you as you dragged John to the bright red building in Grasse. You had spent the last week in the south of France, seeing the sights and enjoying the extravagance of wine and pastries. He had been wondering where you were going as you maneuvered through the streets and eventually walked up the path. "This is the final part of a French tour," you smiled as you entered, "a perfume-making class!" As he chuckled at the idea, you checked yourselves in with the minimal amount of French you knew. "What made you pick this?" he asked as you waited for your perfume instructor. You looked around at the various creations and bottles that glistened in the afternoon sun. "You always talk about wanting to find the perfect scent," you commented, "especially when you have one of your fancy military balls or ceremonies." He nodded as he cozied himself onto the leather couch. "Well looks like this is the perfect place to do so," he smiled, kissing you on the forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to pick an expensive-smelling one for my luxurious husband."

soap

"This can't be right," Johnny mumbled as he arrived at your address. You told him you lived in the English countryside and he expected a cottage fit for a granny. He was not expecting a castle that looked like it stretched various football fields. The exterior was extravagant and he was calculating the price of your marbled columns before you opened the door. "Johnny, a pleasure to have you," you smiled as you let him into the foyer. He took a minute to look at the not one but two staircases you had leading to the upper floor. Furthermore, the interior looked like a smaller version of Versailles. He thought he knew luxury when he saw Price's flat but that was a shoe closet compared to this. "Are you alright?" you questioned, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You live here?" he asked and gasped at the way his voice echoed amongst the mansion. You laughed for a moment before looking back up at him. "Yes, I do," you replied as if it was a silly question, "it's quite nice." He turned back to you with a shocked face. "This is more than nice," he said, gesturing to your extravagant home, "I was not picturing this during the drive." You blushed a little at the realization that this wasn't the typical home he had been accustomed to. "Well do you want a house tour?" you offered and he immediately took the offer, "let's start with the first library." "There's multiple?"

gaz

Kyle looked at his watch as he wondered where you were. "The missus running late?" Price asked as he searched for his car keys. "Probably had a meeting or something," Kyle said, looking back down at his phone, "perks of dating a CEO I guess." Just as Price offered him a ride, a silver Rolls-Royce Spectre came revving in front of the two awe-struck men. "Sorry I'm late boys," you said as you got out, "hope Kyle stayed out of trouble long enough, John." "He's a good one, Y/N," Price replied as he gave you a quick hug. He smiled back at you before waving off and walking over to his own vehicle. "This a new company car?" Kyle asked as he examined the pristine exterior and the practically silent hum of the EV engine. You had a small smile on your face as he tapped the front of the car and looked into the windows. "It's new but definitely not company-issued," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Didn't think you needed a new car," he continued and the suspense was killing you. As you opened the car door and sat in the red leather passenger seat, Kyle looked at you dumbfounded. "You want me to drive?" he questioned as he moved the seat back into a comfortable position. "Of course, babes," you said, practically bursting with happiness, "you should drive your own car home." There was a brief moment of mixed screaming and excitement as he realized this was his. Once he was finished (and you stopped laughing), you turned on the seat warmers. "Go ahead," you smiled, "take us home in your new toy."

ghost

Simon was never one to gorge himself on the finer things in life. He would save 80% of his paycheck and spend the rest at the grocer's or off-license. He often would have to hold you back from ordering items for him or buying something at Armani on a whim. "Return it." you could hear Simon say behind you and you sheepishly closed your laptop as you knew you had been caught. "You need new jeans though," you tried to convince him but he shook his head. "I could get a pair of Wranglers for less than £47.50 on sale," he responded and that's how most conversations ended. However, you had spent your time finding him an expensive gift that you knew he would value. "What's this?" Simon asked as you pushed over a small parcel. "I know you don't celebrate your birthday but I got you something," you smiled before sitting down with him on the couch. He shook his head as he ripped open the packaging. Inside was a small box that depicted a pair of sturdy-looking earplugs. "For when you exercise or go on runs," you commented, "they're Beats Fit Pro." He opened up the box and you watched as he adjusted them into his ear. "You know I can just use those wired ones," he said before trying them out. You shook his head as he admired the noise-canceling quality. He was enjoying the gift no matter how much he said it was unnecessary. "Well if you don't like them I can always return them," you joked, reaching your hand across the couch to get them before he pulled it away, "yeah, that's what I thought."

[woso-dreamzzz]

Shirt Swap V

Magdalena Eriksson x Child!Reader

Fridolina Rolfö + Zećira Mušović x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: After the Denmark-England game

By the time you've been returned to Magda and the Swedish girls, you're high on sugar, still wearing Keira Walsh's shirt and finding everything unbelievably funny.

Pernille dumps you in Magda's arms, kisses her softly before hurrying off.

Magda looks at you with wide eyes.

"Where's Rocky?" You ask her.

"What?" She says," No hello for your Morsa?"

You shrug. "Hi, Morsa. Where's Rocky?"

She sighs. "Up in our room. Did you have fun at the match?"

You nod, pulling on your shirt. "Keira Walsh gave me her jersey, see?"

"I can see. And what's this one?"

There's another jersey bundled up in your hand and Magda has an inkling of whose it is.

"Mary Earps!" You chirp," She's England's keeper! She's going to win keeper of the year."

Magda laughs, hefting you a bit higher as she makes her way back into the dining hall. "Is she now?"

You nod. "She is. I know she is."

"You used to know Earps, you know. When you were little."

You frown as Morsa sits down at her table with Frido and Zećira. "No, I didn't."

"Yes you did. Earps used to play with your Momma at Wolfsburg. The same time as Caro did and you remember Caro."

"I don't remember Mary."

"That's okay." Morsa starts to place some food onto your plate. "You were very, very little. I'm still surprised you remember Caro so well."

"Caro's cool," You insist," She scores goals like Momma and talks like Ingrid."

"And Mary isn't?"

"She's cool!" You insist," But I didn't know I knew her when I was very little."

"I've got pictures." Morsa shows you pictures sent from Momma when you were younger.

You were a pudgy baby, you think. Your cheeks are full and your head is kind of big but Morsa's right. There's lots of pictures of you and Mary Earps.

She looks younger too, like you, but she is holding you and she is smiling.

You think for a moment. "Can I wear her shirt please?"

Moster Frido laughs. "I thought Keira Walsh is your favourite player in the world. Are you telling me you'll swap her shirt for someone else's?"

You rolls your eyes. "Keira Walsh isn't my favourite player in the world. My favourite player in the world is Zećira."

Zećira reaches out for a high five that you happily give her.

"Oh, silly me," Frido laughs," But Keira Walsh is your second favourite though. Are you sure you want to swap her shirt for Earps'?"

You give her another condescending look that really has Frido wondering if you were really Magda's because the expression was all Pernille.

"They're only shirts, moster," You say, patting her hand in a way that somehow makes Frido feel like a little child," I don't have to wear them forever."

Zećira snickers. "Yeah, Frido, she doesn't have to wear them forever."

Morsa laughs but helps you change right at the table as you cram food into your mouth.

"Can I wear this one to bed?" You ask her when your head pops through the neck hole and she laughs.

"You're asking me but I don't think you're actually asking me, are you?"

You give her a toothy grin and she ruffles your hair.

"Momma says it's always polite to ask."

"Yes, you can wear Earps' shirt to bed."

You go back to your food, interspersed with accounts of the game and how worried you were when Keira Walsh went down with her knee.

"Morsa," You say randomly," Can Rocky sleep in bed with me?"

Frido and Zećira start laughing, almost hysterically, at the stricken look on Magda's face at your question.

"No, princesse," She says," You can't sleep in bed with Rocky."

"That's okay," You reply," I was only asking to be polite."

Magda chokes on her drink, suddenly feeling out of depth in her parenting here. None of the books ever covered what to do when your child was asking (or really telling) you about sleeping with her pet rock.

"Princesse," She says," I don't-"

"That's a great idea!" Zećira butts in with a grin that makes Magda's eye twitch in outrage," Why don't we go bring Rocky down here and show him your new shirts!"

You quickly wiggle out of your seat and hold your hand out to Magda. "Keycard, please, Morsa."

"No," Magda says, still scrambling to keep in control of the situation," You're not bring the rock down here."

You shrug and turn to Frido. "Keycard, please."

Frido, the traitor, hands over the keycard and you skip off with Zećira to grab Rocky.

[momoloveyooneunhye]

Sugar Mummies Dating: David Wants Sugar Mummy

Hi admin. I am David, 21 years old and I live in Nairobi. I am searching for a sugar lady because a friend of mine has one and I have seen how he enjoys life. I would like the same. I am tall and light-skinned, and I do not mind the race or colour of the lady, as long as we have fun. I want a no-strings-attached kind of relationship. I need someone who will spoil me with money while we have fun.…

[pekoehoneyncream]

Colonel König Headcanons

Part One!

Words: 400~

TW: None (sfw)

Part Two

Same drill as with Price, bit too many headcanons to post in one go, so we're splitting it into two.

Enjoy!

König prefers coffee over tea. His favourite drink is “Kaffee Verkehrt” which means ‘upside-down’, it's a popular specialty coffee in Austria that has more milk than coffee and is served in a tall glass.

He takes his normal coffee with lots of cream, but no sugar. He likes the sweet rich taste that whole and heavy cream has over the more typical half-and-half, he also likes that he can use less of it and still make his coffee taste creamy.

When asked how tall he is König answers 208 centimetres, and if they ask what that is in feet, he lies and says 6’8. He did not like the way people snickered when he said 6’9, so he no longer says it. No one's called him on it yet and he prays that no one ever does. 

Carries around multiple handkerchiefs. He handwashes them and keeps them clean. His mother thinks one-use tissues are a rich-man’s idiocy, and so does he.

Doesn't like being asked about his past or his family, but he'll sometimes mention his mother or an ‘Uncle Alexi' when giving advice or talking about how he learned something.

Grew up poor. Not Charlie & Chocolate Factory ‘there's only one bed and we all share it’ poor, but needing to be mindful of money, and make everything last as long as it can, repurposing things, collecting coupons, trading with neighbours, paying with meals or labour where you can. That kinda thing.

Was raised as an only child by his widowed mother. Big Momma's boy. Or Mutter's boy, in König's case. And his mother raised him right! All the aunties around their neighbourhood knew him as “Annika’s polite young man”. Annika never had to worry what the neighbours would think.

König still calls his mother every week and gets Care-Packages from her frequently. Anytime Annika finds something she thinks he'll like she sends it over, alongside a bottle of his favourite jam, and some cookies, and a new handkerchief, and etc, and etc. Every phone call includes König being asked if he's taking care of himself, when he's getting married, and if he's sent back this or that container yet. 

König sends a good two-thirds of his paycheck back home to his mother. He doesn’t need much as he's often living out of a duffle bag when on missions, and he likes his mutter to be able to live a good life without worrying about money.

There we go! I hope you enjoyed it!

I was thinking I'd post part two of Price's headcanons tomorrow, then a poll for whose headcanons to post next the day after that, then part one the winner's headcanons, then part two of König's headcanons. Etc and so on. You see how I've planned this out.

As always if there's anything you want me to write about please let me know, my ask box is Open!

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[returnofeternity]

jackie with autistic reader?

she's so good at reading you 😔😔 can always tell when you're overstimulated and need to leave, and she always makes some excuse to get you out of there safely and she always tells you that it's no bother because you usually feel bad about it sometimes. maybe you overthink how she has to adjust to you and your 'complicated' needs, but she's so fine with it. more than fine, all she cares about is you being comfortable and okay :p

she's just so patient with you, it almost makes you cry :( she's the best gf ever when ur being a bit of a menace bc ur overstimulated, or when ur having a meltdown, and she always asks first before she touches you because all she needs is to comfort you. she knows you need to be alone sometimes though, so she gives you space, lets you come to her first, but all she can think about is you when ur away.

def carries whatever you need in her purse!!! stim toys, earplugs/a headphone, your special item, etc!!! she knows sometimes ur forgetful or just can't find ur earplugs while she's waiting for you to go out with her, so she always carries a pair just in case.

gah. thinking about jackie with a nonverbal autistic reader who uses cards to communicate!!! i know she'd love to hand-make them and spends so much of her time neatly drawing little doodles along with the word.

she thinks u look rly cute when you happy stim. thinking about how she kind of picks up on them and unintentionally starts to copy you 😔

sugar momma when it comes to ur hyperfixations because she just has to buy you these things!!!!! it's so worth it even when she's down hundreds because the way your eyes light up when she gifts it to you is just the best feeling.

she's definitely the type of gf who is aware of your sensory issues/triggers in general. always watches herself because maybe you dislike how she talks with her mouth open, or you hate when she wears this specific shirt because it feels so weird and gross. she feels horrible if she accidentally triggers a meltdown oh my goddd she'd feel bad for weeks :(

autistic reader who struggles with tone. both with yourself and jackie. it's not that hard to tell when jackie's happy, even if you sort of struggle with understanding emotion, because jackie is a very happy person, but sometimes she just looks too happy, and you feel like she's faking it. you always have to ask her if she means it and she always reassures you that she does!! sometimes she has to ask you if you mean it because ur voice is so monotone, but you've literally never been more excited lmfaoo.

honestly, you both probably infodump to each other lmao. but she loves it when you're so excited to tell her something that you stutter. she finds it adorable. she has to tell you to calm down and speak slowly, but u rlly wanna tell her!!!!

[iveneverbeenhere]

Drabble from this: inspired by this video 👆🏾and a piece of drunk Gojo fanart I cannot be bothered to find rn.

Warning: toxic relationship, femdom!sugarmama!black!fem reader, college au! Subby! Kim hongjoong, he’s insane, talk of cnc but doesn’t actually happen, Hongjoong has an intoxication fetish lowkey, he’s insane

All Hongjoong remembers before he got to your shared home was that he had finals, and 2 bottles of Bacardi after finals.

He doesn’t know what time he arrived home, but he knows he was there before you; although, that doesn’t say much considering your line of work.

He ought to ask you about it one day. Hongjoong only knows two things about your job. First, It’s making you filthy rich. Most college aged people can only dream about having a black card, let alone use it so carelessly. Second, it keeps you out of the house; which he resents your job for.

He laid on the king bed still in his Balmain suit and matching loafers. His eyes were half lidded and glossy. He was being kissed by the deadly allure of sleep, but he was determined to see you.

“Oh…Hi baby. You asleep?”

You finally came home.

He lazily turns his head and grabs your free hand while your other supports your weight on the bed.

“Where were you?”

Even when his ears and cheeks are kissed red by drink, he’s still possessive.

“Work, hun.”

“Quit”

He nuzzles his hand further into your palm. His thumbs rub your knuckles in loose patterns.

“Baby, how am I supposed to take care of you when I’m broke…are you drunk?”

He nods, ruffling the bedsheets with his movement.

“Mhm…why you wanna know? You wanna take advantage of me?”

His eyes hold a mischievous gleam in them as he brings your palm in for a long, slow kiss. Anyone who saw him would have believed he was born to seduce. To lead good people to their destruction.

“No, goofy. I’m trying to make sure you’re ok.”

You rub his cheek and flash him a sweet smile. Hongjoong can’t stand it. It’s been weeks since you’ve touch him. He knows he doesn’t need to provide “sugar” in this arrangement with you, but that doesn’t stop his sweet tooth.

“Is there someone else?” He glares icily at you.

“No-“

“Cause if there is, I’ll kill them. I’m make sure there will be nowhere left to find that bitch when I’m through.”

“Ok, honey-“

“Then I’ll burn this place to the ground with you in it. In fact, I’ll sit outside and watch it burn. I’ll make sure you’re gone. I’ll be damned if some other bitch is showing you lo-“

His drunken ramble is quickly silenced by the intrusion of your thumb entering his mouth. He feels it rest on his tongue as your acrylic threatens to poke uvula. Thank god, he has a bad gag reflex. He may be rabid but he’s a well-trained dog. He closes the top roof of his mouth just enough to leave a faint ident on your knuckle; then he begins suckling on your thumb.

Small suction and kitten licks become pornographic as he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue around your digit. A faint bit of drool dribbles down his chin from his sloppiness. It leaves him unsatisfied, he needs something bigger, pulsing.

You slowly wean him off your thumb to see his dazed expression. His ears, cheeks and chest are now crimson and scorching. His eyes are glazed over with lust as you bring your spit covered thumb to his cheek. You see the erection forming in the trousers you bought him and a thrill goes through you.

“Mmm…C’mon, fuck me.”

“No.”

“C’mon, please,please, I’m so drunk I wouldn’t even be able to fight back. You could do whatever you want to me.”

He squirms closer to your form and bites your hand.

“Besides, I owe it to you don’t I? Just need to fulfill my bargain. Make my momma happy right? Need to let her use me and pour more alcohol down my slutty throat.”

He turns his head and licks your thumb. He gives it a small kiss and looks up at you as he says, “Need to please you Ma’am.”

“How ‘bout we talk about this in the morning baby.”

God, you’re gonna fucking kill him.

[madhels-enby-boyfriend]

Play stupid games

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Joanne x reader (company, f!Bobbie)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!! Mentions of alcohol, going to a club, actual smut, public teasing, someone persistently flirting with reader and reader being uncomfortable and I think that’s it??

Tags: longing, established friendship between reader, Joanne and the others, jealousy, possessiveness, angst, reader being down bad. Service top!reader and bossy bottom!Joanne, hickeys, eating out (J receiving), Joanne’s first time with a woman, that’s all I think.

Notes: First of all thank you to the wonderful @imorynn for beta reading this for me and cheering me on and giving me confidence while I wrote this🫶🏻🫂!!

Second of all I haven’t written smut in years folks so.. I’m a bit rusty.. I hope it’s still enjoyable. Please let me know if there is anything I forgot to tag/put in the warnings.

Words: ~7.1K

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Chapter 3: Bobbie’s fun night out

Your next two weeks had been hectic to say the least, your work had suddenly ramped up both in difficulty and volume. You didn’t get much spare time, so you hadn’t gotten the chance to see Joanne in two weeks and you had to admit that you missed her. Sure you texted her, but that wasn’t the same as being in her presence, as seeing those beautiful brown eyes light up when she managed to fluster you, as feeling her hand rest on your thigh while she explained something to you.

The fact that you had had to turn down three of her invitations to join her to some fancy event that one of her high society friends was hosting, due to the amount of work you had, didn’t help either. You had felt extremely guilty about it, even though she had reassured you time and time again that it was okay and that she understood.

You tried to snap yourself out of your trance to focus on the last bit of work that needed to be done before the weekend. Once today was done, work was supposed to calm down a little again, you just needed to manage to get through these last few hours.. but it was proving to be more difficult than you had hoped. Joanne continued to plague your mind and you didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything other than how much you missed her. You inwardly groaned at your own inability to get this woman out of your head.

You wouldn’t have minded working this much, if you had spent your time doing useful things, or things you found even semi-interesting. But every waking moment had been spent doing things that bored the ever lasting shit out of you and that seemed to have no purpose at all. You frustratedly stared at your computer screen and decided to take a small break, grabbing your phone to text Joanne, something that had almost become second nature to you, whenever you had a minute to spare.

“Are you perchance interested in becoming my sugar momma, so I can stop wasting my time here and start doing things I actually like?”

You sent the text before you could start overthinking it, not having the energy to spiral about your feelings for the brunette at the moment. It didn’t take long for you to receive a reply that matched your playful text.

“Well, doll, if you’re as good at using that mouth on me as you are at using it to make filthy comments, then I may just consider it.”

You could almost hear her say it to you with that teasing smirk plastered on her lips, as she sent a devious wink your way. Oh god… you really were down bad for this woman.

“There is only one way to find out.”

You had decided to reply quickly before pouring yourself into your work again, using it as a distraction from the constant ache in your chest and between your legs. There really was no worse combination than being horny and sad at the same time.

Once your work was done you checked your phone…still no answer. As you packed up your stuff, you began to regret being so forward, had it been too much? Surely not… both you and Joanne had said much more filthy things.. but it had always been said in person, maybe the playfulness got lost over text.

As you made your way home, you fought the urge to send Joanne a clarifying text, stating that you were only joking. But you held back, scared that she might be annoyed at you for ruining your little game if you overexplained yourself. You groaned at your own idiocy, no matter what you did, you’d be filled with anxiety and overthink it later.

When you finally made it to your apartment, your head was spinning from the amount of work you had done, the exhaustion that had caught up with you, and all of the overthinking you had done. Still life wouldn’t grant you even a second to gather your bearings, because not even 5 minutes after closing the door behind you and taking off your coat, your phone rang.

Bobbie’s name flashed across the screen. You begrudgingly picked up, you were exhausted, but you hadn’t heard from her in a while and you felt guilty for neglecting your best friend. Before you could even get a word out Bobbie’s voice rang in your ear.

“Joanne and I are on our way to your place. We’re taking you out tonight, you don’t have a choice. You need to relax and unwind and we’re going to make sure that you do. We’re all getting ready at yours and we brought food so you have no excuse. Expect us there in 10 minutes.”

She was talking at the speed of light and it was taking every little bit of mental power you still had left in you to follow what she was saying. Before you could even protest or respond Bobbie had hung up. She was right, you did need to unwind, but you weren’t sure if you could handle Bobbie’s way of unwinding at the moment. You sighed as you accepted your fate, you knew there was no arguing with Bobbie when she was like this… and you really had missed her. Besides you couldn’t say no to Joanne, not again..not ever really. You suspected that was part of the reason why Bobbie had brought her along.. well that and because she probably had some stupid plan to try and get you and Joanne together, despite your insistence that you were 100% certain that she was not into you.

Bobbie had kept her word and 10 minutes later she and Joanne had stood at your door, holding food. You had let them in and the entirety of dinner was spent catching up on what everyone had been doing these past two weeks.

You were quieter than usual and most of Joanne’s teasing remarks went unanswered by you. You were still overthinking the message you had sent, Joanne clearly wasn’t upset with you or she wouldn’t be here, but part of you couldn’t help but fear that you had made her uncomfortable. No one had questioned your silence though, and after everyone had finished their dinner Bobbie, Joanne and you started to get ready.

Bobbie had chosen your dress for you, claiming you were in no state to dress yourself, because you’d probably choose to go out in sweats or something. She picked one of your favourite dresses, it was a bit revealing but was still comfortable enough to spend an entire night dancing and drinking in. It always gave you a confidence boost, and you sure as hell could use one right about now.

Bobbie had insisted that it would be fine if you all got changed in the same room, according to her you were all mature women and it was nothing you hadn’t seen before. You knew exactly what she was doing though, so instead you had gotten changed in the bathroom, while Joanne and Bobbie got dressed in your bedroom.

You stopped in your tracks as you walked back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Joanne looked absolutely breathtaking, you were quite sure this dress was new.. you’d definitely remember having seen her in this before. The black dress hugged her figure in all the right places and gave you a beautiful view of her cleavage.

If you hadn’t been so busy gawking at and drooling over Joanne, you would have noticed how her eyes had hungrily raked over your body, any subtlety the woman might have possessed being thrown out the window as she drank you in.

You snapped out of your trance and hoped Joanne hadn’t caught you staring at her. You walked further back into the bedroom as you tried to figure out which shoes to wear.

For a while silence hung in the air as everyone seemed preoccupied with getting themselves ready for your night out. That’s until Joanne walked up to you and broke the silence, her voice quiet, nearly a whisper.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She asked seemingly out of nowhere, it caught you off guard. Had you really been this bad at hiding your feelings tonight? What could you even say? You couldn’t exactly tell her she was the reason for your torment. You didn’t have the energy for this.

“I’m fine.”

It was the least convincing lie you had ever told, and you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that Joanne didn’t buy what you were saying. You weren’t surprised when she tilted her head questioningly, however the expected disapproving eyebrow raise did not follow. Instead her brows knitted into a frown and her eyes filled with something akin to sadness and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“I can give you and Bobbie a moment… if you want to talk to her about it.”

Her voice sounded less concerned and more sharp, she seemed almost angry… although that wasn’t the right emotion either. You knew what an angry Joanne looked like and this wasn’t it. A frown of your own made its way onto your face as your confusion grew. Why on Earth would she be pissed at you for not telling her something… or more accurately why was she pissed at the possibility of you telling Bobbie and not her?? And that’s when it hit you, the glint in her eye you hadn’t been able to place earlier, it was jealousy.

Your confusion only grew at that.. why would Joanne be jealous? Your more hopeful side suggested that it might be because she had feelings for you, reminding you of how jealous you had felt at the idea of others getting to see Joanne’s more vulnerable side. Your more rational side quickly shot that idea down, there was no use in getting your hopes up, Joanne would never like you, not like that… she clearly had a type and that type was rich people.. and you did not belong in that category.

You internally sighed and decided to try and figure this mess out when you had more energy and weren’t currently joined by the woman that was the reason for your confusion.

“It’s okay, really. I’m just tired, that's all.”

You sent her, what you hoped to be, a reassuring smile while you finished getting ready. Joanne clearly wasn’t convinced, but she knew when to drop the subject, so focused on applying her lipstick.

You tried to focus your attention on yourself, you really did, but you were completely enthralled with the way Joanne applied her lipstick. Your eyes landed on her lips and followed her hand as it steadily and carefully painted her beautiful lips red. You were hopeless, even when your thoughts were racing and the tension in the air felt palpable, you still couldn’t stop admiring this woman.

Bobbie cleared her throat, snapping you out of your trance. You sent her an appreciative look, silently thanking her for bringing you back down to earth. There was already way too much tension in the air, the last thing this situation needed was for Joanne to catch you staring at her putting on her lipstick like it was the eighth wonder of the world.

Some of the tension seemed to ease as everyone finished getting ready. You assumed Joanne had decided that this hadn’t been worth ruining her evening for, or maybe she did buy that you were just tired. No matter the reason, the tension in the air no longer felt like it might crush you beneath its weight and you were grateful for that.

By the time you got to you guys’ favourite club, light banter once again could be heard between Bobbie, Joanne and you. There was definitely still a distinct lack of crude remarks, but you figured that they would return once you all had a couple of drinks in you.

As a thank you for dragging you out of your apartment, you agreed to buy the first round of drinks. You made your way over to the bar as Bobbie and Joanne found you guys a table. Before you even reached the bar you were stopped by someone putting a hand on your arm.

You turned around to look at the person who had demanded your attention. Your eyes met blue ones that very clearly checked you out, before landing on your own again. The woman in front of you was pretty, no one could deny that, her dress hugged her curvy figure, her brown curls were styled perfectly and she carried herself with confidence.

You only half listened to what she was saying though, her intentions were quite clear, the way her eyes raked over your body was anything but subtle, she touched you a little bit too often for it to be friendly, and her compliments held a barely hidden sexual layer.

You had tried to end the conversation, making your way over to the bar, and always answering politely without being flirty, but she didn’t seem to get the hint and had followed you to the bar. As you were waiting to order drinks for you and your friends, she asked the following question.

“Would you care to dance?”

In any other situation you would have gladly accepted the invitation, who wouldn’t want to dance with a beautiful woman that was clearly interested in more than just a dance? But no matter how pretty or attractive this woman might be, you couldn’t get yourself to care about her advances, the compliments she threw your way fell on deaf ears, and this invitation wasn’t enticing to you in the slightest.

It wasn’t the woman’s fault, really, you just couldn’t get yourself to care about anyone but Joanne in that way. You had tried to subtly show her that you weren’t interested, but the woman had been persistent. It had started to make you a little uncomfortable, yet you didn’t want to be unkind, so you answered politely.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, my friends are waiting for me. I’m sure by now they’re already cursing me for making them wait for their drinks this long.”

Your laugh was forced and so was your smile, you hoped the other woman understood what you were saying and would leave you alone. Alas, she seemed to take your words as a challenge and put a hand on your waist. She tried to guide you away from the bar as she spoke.

“Oh come on, I’m sure they won’t mind waiting a little longer.”

You moved her hand away from your body and were about to bluntly tell her that you weren’t interested, when you suddenly became aware of Joanne’s presence. In your struggle to let this woman know that you didn’t want to spend the night with her, you hadn’t noticed her walking up to you.

“Are you okay, baby? Bobbie and I have been waiting for you.”

Joanne purred in your ear as she sent a glare to the other woman, while wrapping her arms around your waist. She hugged you from behind and possessively pulled you closer to her and away from the brunette.

Your brain short circuited for a moment, being this close to Joanne while she called you ‘baby’ was making a mess of your underwear. It took a second for you to realise what she was doing, it wasn’t until you heard the woman in front of you mutter an apology while she walked away, that you realised what her plan had been.

You turned around to face her but Joanne didn’t release you from her grip just yet. So you looked down at her, into her mesmerising brown eyes, and that’s when you saw it again, the emotion from earlier, clear as day, jealousy.

“Thank you, I was running out of nice ways to turn her down.”

You said softly while hoping your blush hadn’t been too obvious, although you were quite sure you were bright red. You made no effort to free yourself from Joanne’s grasp, so her arms stayed around your waist.

“No problem. You looked uncomfortable so I figured you could use a knight in shining armour to come rescue you.”

Her teasing tone was accompanied by a wink. You assumed her playfulness was supposed to hide the real feelings you could see swirling in those brown eyes. They were so clear that even your more negative side couldn’t sow any doubt in your mind about what you saw.

“Well how can I repay you, my brave knight?”

Your tone was suggestive but lacked its usual playfulness. You were either going to regret this even more than your text message earlier today, or this was going to be the best decision you had made in a while.

It was Joanne’s turn to blush now, her eyes quickly flicked to your lips, before focusing on your eyes again, searching them, as if she was trying to figure out how serious you were being.

You couldn’t stop the smirk that appeared on your lips, flustering Joanne always felt like a little victory. That smirk only grew when you saw Joanne’s pupils grow larger as her eyes filled with hunger and want. Any fear you may have held before got drowned out as your thoughts became clouded with need and desire.

“I can think of a few ways..”

Joanne’s voice was low and steady, making it clear that she wasn’t joking. Her hands slowly traveled from your waist to your ass, giving you plenty of time to stop her and tell her she had been mistaken, should you wish to. But you didn’t, because even mere hours ago the thought of this ever actually happening seemed impossible, and yet right now Joanne was looking at you like she needed you more than air.

In a small moment of clarity, you suddenly remembered that Bobbie had joined you both here, and no matter how badly you wanted this, you would never just leave Bobbie here on her own. Luckily for you, when you glanced her way, you saw that she was talking to her own conquest for the night. When she caught you looking at her, she sent you a reassuring smile and a teasing wink, telling you it was okay for you to leave. That wink also told you that Bobbie was going to be insufferable about this for the next few weeks, she would probably make you thank her and you’d probably lose count of the many ‘I told you so’s.

This little exchange between Bobbie and you seemed to fuel Joanne’s jealousy even more. She pulled you impossibly closer to her and when you looked back at her, she looked ready to pounce on you right then and there.

The way she was looking at you told you that you would be unwinding differently than you had expected tonight, but this time you didn’t mind. You leaned in closer and whispered in her ear.

“Take me out of here and I’m all yours.”

That’s all it took for her to drag you out of the club and into a cab. The drive to your apartment was excruciating, it seemed to last twice as long as it normally did, and you needed Joanne out of that little dress now. You decided to tease her a little, to pass the time, whispering sweet promises of how you planned to thank your saviour once you got back to your apartment, into her ear.

Your teasing seemed to work because her hand possessively gripped your thigh and it didn’t leave its place for the rest of the drive, her pointer finger drawing random shapes on your inner thigh as she undressed you with her eyes.

By the time you finally made it inside your apartment, you (and your panties) were a mess. Apparently you hadn’t been the only impatient one though, because the second you had closed the door, Joanne pushed you against it and kissed you, hard. The kiss was passionate, hungry and possessive, her hands were on your waist and kept you pinned against the door. You kissed her back with that same intensity, pouring all of your need and want into it, while your hands cupped her cheeks, pulling her even closer as you deepened the kiss.

You pulled back when you needed to breathe, which caused Joanne to whine, she clearly hadn’t been ready to part with your lips just yet. Before you could even begin to tease her about it, her lips were on the side of your neck, making you moan and completely forget what you had planned to tease her about. Your hands moved to her ass, giving it a soft squeeze, earning you a needy moan against your neck. She kissed, sucked, and bit any skin she could reach and you tilted your head to give her more space. She was definitely leaving marks and that only made you wetter, you really were a sucker for this possessive side of hers.

You reluctantly pushed her off, which elicited another whine from her, as she looked up at you with needy and hungry eyes. You didn’t give her the chance to complain as you whispered into her ear.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom, my bed is far more comfortable than this door.”

You chuckled softly while looking into her desire filled eyes. Joanne didn’t need to be told twice and grabbed your wrist, dragging you into your bedroom, which was still littered with her and Bobbie’s stuff from getting ready earlier tonight, neither of you could bring yourself to care though.

The second you made it into your bedroom your lips were back on Joanne’s, you quickly stepped out of your shoes while your hands found the zipper of Joanne’s dress. You pulled back a little, resting your forehead against hers.

“Can I take this off?”

Your breathing came out ragged and your voice betrayed how badly you wanted the other woman, who didn’t seem too pleased at no longer having your lips on her.

“Yes.”

Joanne almost whined the word, like she was pleading you to take it off. She clearly needed and wanted this just as much as you did and that gave you a boost of confidence.

You guided her to step out of her heels before undoing the zipper at the back of her dress, while you kissed her neck. Now it was your turn to leave your marks and you didn’t plan to stop at her neck. Her needy moans filled your ears and as you slid her dress down her figure, your mouth found her right collarbone, peppering it with soft kisses before beginning to suck and bite at the skin, leaving hickeys in your wake.

You gave the left collarbone the exact same treatment while guiding her back to your bed. Joanne’s moans and whines spurred you on as you carefully pushed her down on the bed, pulling back a little so you could take a proper look at her.

Your own desire grew as you took in the beautiful sight in front of you. Joanne sprawled out on your bed in nothing but her lace black set. Her eyes, clouded with need, looked up at you expectantly. You could see the slightest sliver of self consciousness in them, so you immediately voiced your thoughts, letting Joanne know just how stunning you thought she was.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

You whispered reverently, the truth behind your words clear in the way you looked at her, like she was a precious constellation and you wanted to study every single star. You quickly got rid of your dress and crawled on top of her, you didn’t miss how her eyes studied you, as if she was trying to mesmerize every single dip and curve on display.

You kissed her passionately, there was still hunger and need in your kiss, but they were now coated with something softer, gentler, something deeper than simply lust. Your tongue asked for entrance by softly and slowly swiping over Joanne’s bottom lip. She eagerly obliged your request and welcomed your tongue into her mouth, stroking it with her own. The sound of your moans got silenced against each other's lips as you explored Joanne’s mouth.

Your hands began to explore her body, tracing her sides before cupping her breasts, while your knee found its place in between her legs. You pressed it against the damp cloth of her black panties, which made Joanne whine against your mouth as she instinctively began to grind against your knee.

Joanne pulled back, in desperate need of air, while you unclasped her bra, throwing it to the other side of the room, as if the piece of fabric had personally offended you by simply existing. You began kissing her neck once more before making your way down to her collarbone, leaving soft kisses on the marks you had left earlier. You pulled back for a second, wanting to admire the view once more. A soft moan left your lips as you took in how stunning she looked with your marks littered all over her, before you continued your descent.

Your mouth found its way to her boob, lavishing it with soft kisses at first, then deciding to tease the woman underneath you by circling her nipple with your tongue. Your hand gave her other boob similar attention, kneading it softly, before circling her nipple with your fingers, pinching it when it hardened.

Joanne’s moans grew in volume and frequency, your name tumbled freely from her lips, while she continued to grind herself against your knee. Her hands tangled in your hair, pushing you impossibly closer to her. Your lips made their way to her other boob, leaving a small mark in the valley between her boobs as you muttered how incredibly hot she looked like this.

Your lips never got to finish their journey though, because Joanne softly tugged your hair, pulling you away from her and eliciting a whine from you. You looked up at her, searching her eyes, trying to figure out if you’d made her uncomfortable or if she was regretting this. As you were about to ask if she wanted to stop, she admitted ever so softly.

“I’ve never been with a woman before.”

Her voice came out uncharacteristically shy and small, she worried her lip between her teeth and she had trouble maintaining eye contact.

“Do you want to stop?”

You asked softly, not an ounce of judgment or annoyance in your voice. You looked at her with nothing but kindness and a little bit of worry as you gave her a reassuring smile. She shook her head before answering.

“No..I want this… I really do.. I.. I just don’t want to disappoint...”

Your heart ached as you watched the usually confident woman look so fragile. You gently brushed some hair out of her face, looking at her with all the feelings that had been brewing beneath the surface all these months clearly displayed on your face.

“Joanne, you could never disappoint me because I don’t expect anything from you. I simply want to feel you, taste you and have you near me. All I want is to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”

Joanne looked at you with those mesmerising brown eyes filled with gratitude and lust, the worry slowly ebbing away from her features, yet there was still a bit of nervousness present.

“Do you want me to slow down?”

You asked softly, wanting to make sure that you made Joanne’s first time as memorable and as comfortable for her as you possibly could. Your question was met with a chuckle and her answer once again carried that teasing tone, indicating Joanne was starting to feel comfortable once again.

“Baby, if you go any slower I think I may go mad with need.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, you knew Joanne could be a little impatient but you had barely even started yet and she was already complaining about your pace.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your voice came out hoarse and the desire in it was very poorly hidden as your eyes roamed her body, yet there was also a gentleness in your tone that portrayed the feelings you had for her.

“I need your mouth on me.”

Joanne’s words came out hoarse and breathy, her previous faux-confidence seemed to have been replaced with a more real self assuredness, as her bossy side came out once again. Her words were accompanied by a little tug at your hair, as if to make her words even more clear, she was definitely getting comfortable and you loved it.

You had half the mind to make her say please, not wanting to give in too easily, but you knew Joanne too well and you knew how difficult opening up like that must have been for her, so you decided against it and instead complied with her request.

You picked up where you had left off and began to pepper the previously neglected boob with soft kisses, before giving it the same treatment as the other. Your tongue circled her nipple, only this time when the bud hardened, you gently sucked it into your mouth, which caused Joanne to groan loudly. Your hand copied what you had done earlier to her other breast, massaging it gently and pinching her nipple when it hardened.

Once you were satisfied and certain that her boobs had gotten the attention they deserved, you kissed your way down to her belly, alternating between soft kisses and sucking and biting at the skin available to you, leaving a trail of marks before lavishing her stomach with kisses, leaving similar marks all over it.

Your work was rewarded with Joanne moaning loudly and whining your name, your only mission was to draw out as many of those beautiful sounds as you could. Your underwear was ruined, there was nothing on this earth that turned you on more than seeing Joanne like this while she moaned your name.

You continued traveling your way down, placing a soft kiss on top of her clothed mound before kissing her inner thigh. Joanne’s frustrated groan fuelled your desire to tease her even more. So you took your time exploring every inch of her inner thigh with your mouth and tongue before giving the other side the same treatment.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

She basically growled, her frustration clear in her voice and in the way her body tensed underneath you. If you had any more patience left in you, you’d make her wait just a little bit longer, but you could smell Joanne’s desire because of how close you were to her soaked underwear and every fiber of your being needed to taste her.

You pressed the gentlest of kisses on her clothed center before looking up at her with the most innocent look you could muster.

“I’m savouring the way you feel, sound and look, you should never rush when you’re working with art.”

For the second time that night you managed to fluster Joanne, but there was no time to dwell on your little victory, because when you looked down you could see just how wet she was and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Lift up your hips for me, love.”

You whispered with a low and raspy voice, the command gentle yet firm as you carefully tugged at her panties.

Joanne did as you asked and you pulled her panties down her legs, which caused her to gasp, as the air hit her soaked cunt. Once she had been freed from her panties, and they too had been tossed across the room, you took a moment to admire the sight in front of you. You licked your lips, Joanne was dripping wet and it was all because of you.

Your hands softly stroked her thighs as you pressed a gentle kiss against her folds, holding back a moan at her scent and taste. Joanne whined your name and you couldn’t hold back any longer, your tongue darted out and you licked in between her folds, collecting all the wetness there.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

You moaned against her while your hands wrapped around her thighs so you could pull her closer. Joanne’s hips bucked up against you, the sounds and pleas that spilled from her mouth made you dizzy with desire.

Your tongue slowly drew circles around her clit while you looked up at her, taking in every little reaction and committing it to memory. Before she could complain about your pace you began to gently suck on her clit, occasionally flicking it with your tongue.

You could feel her thighs tense around your head, her breathing became more ragged and her moans came in rapid succession. With one last flick you abandoned her clit and licked your way back down her folds before pushing your tongue inside her, this earned you a guttural moan and a particularly desperate whine.

You curled your tongue inside her and began exploring every part of her, any self restraint you had had earlier, had gone completely as your tongue’s movements picked up in pace and intensity. Your hands pulled her down on you even harder, needing her as close to you as possible while you ate her out like you had been starving and she was the first meal you’d had in weeks.

Joanne’s moans increased in pitch, sound and frequency, the only coherent thing that tumbled from her lips was your name as she ground down against your face erratically. Her hands grabbed the sheets beneath her so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her walls clenched around your tongue and her thighs began to shake. You could tell she was close, so your mouth continued its ministrations while one of your hands let go of her thighs so your thumb could circle her neglected clit.

And that toppled her over the edge, she came screaming your name, drenching your tongue and chin in her cum, making you moan at her taste. You continued to gently circle her clit while slowly moving your tongue inside her, fucking Joanne through her orgasm.

Once her breathing calmed down a little you stopped circling her clit and licked up every bit of cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

“Baby… sensitive…”

Joanne whined, still out of breath. After pressing one last gentle kiss against her pussy and inner thighs, you began kissing your way back up again. You only got up to Joanne’s belly before she tangled her hands into your hair and pulled you up to kiss her properly. She moaned against your mouth when she tasted herself on your lips, which caused you to chuckle.

“Told you, you taste good.”

Your voice was light and teasing as you mumbled the words against her lips before pulling back a little, just in time to see Joanne roll her eyes at you. You pushed yourself off the bed and made your way to the bathroom but stopped when you heard Joanne’s hoarse voice.

“Where are you going?”

Your lips twitched into a smile when you heard the neediness in her voice, she wanted you close to her and you had to admit that that felt good.

“Just going to grab a towel, I’ll be right back.”

You sent her a reassuring smile before quickly disappearing into the bathroom, grabbing a soft towel, and quickly making your way back to the stunning woman on your bed.

“Open your legs for me, darling.”

You looked up at her expectantly and she only now seemed to realise what was going on. Joanne did as you asked and spread her legs for you. You gently and carefully cleaned up the mess that you had left behind between her legs. She whined softly, still sensitive from earlier and you sent her an apologetic smile.

Once you were finished you discarded the towel and crawled back into bed with Joanne, who instantly clung to you as you laid down next to her. You hadn’t thought she would be the clingy type, but you certainly didn’t mind. You pulled the covers over both of you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she laid her head on your shoulder.

“Do you want me to..?”

Her voice was filled with uncertainty as she asked the question, unable to finish the sentence, clearly unsure on what to do in this situation. You shook your head, looking down at her before gently cupping her cheek and making her look up at you. Your voice was tender and caring as you spoke to her.

“Tonight was all about you, I had to thank my knight in shining armour, remember? Besides there is nothing more satisfying to me than getting to watch you unravel beneath me like that.”

For the third time tonight, Joanne blushed, this must be a record, you thought. A smile made its way onto her face, she seemed pleased with your answer.

“Do you want an old shirt of mine to sleep in? I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Joanne thought for a minute as she pulled you closer, turning her head to place a soft kiss against your shoulder, before looking up at you once more.

“I’m okay, I’ve got my personal heater… although this has got to go… it’s just blatantly unfair.”

She said while her pointer finger hooked under the front of your bra and tugged at it ever so slightly. She looked up at you with the cutest puppy eyes you had ever seen, as if you could ever say no to her.

It was your time to roll your eyes as you sat up a little to get rid of your bra. Joanne unashamedly ogled your chest as you discarded your bra.

“Enjoying the view?”

You teased her, your voice playful but she made no effort to look you in the eyes as she nodded before pulling you back down next to her. You pulled her closer to you and she rested her head on your boobs while her arms wrapped around your waist. You gently pressed a kiss to the top of her head while you played with her hair.

You laid there for a moment, in complete silence, simply enjoying each other’s warmth and company. You were about to speak up and ask her if she needed anything else, when you heard soft snores tumbling from her lips.

You chuckled softly and admired her sleeping form for a while. You stopped playing with her hair, your hand found its place on her hip and you closed your eyes. You fell asleep while being held by Joanne as you listened to her deep breathing and snores. Despite the ache between your legs, it was the best sleep you had had in… well ever…actually.

You groaned when the light that streamed in through your window, and past your half closed curtains, woke you up. Still half asleep you felt around for Joanne, you could no longer feel her arms around you, so you expected her to have moved away from you in her sleep. When you found nothing but an empty, cold spot next to you, you reluctantly opened your eyes. You looked around the room but there was no trace of Joanne, it was as if she had never even been there. You shot out of bed and quickly threw on an old t-shirt.

“Joanne?!”

You yelled out into the apartment as you walked out of your bedroom, your voice a little unsteady as your negative thoughts began to plague you, but you received no answer. You walked into the kitchen, past the empty living room, hoping to find her there, making some coffee for herself, but you had no such luck.

No.. surely she wouldn’t have just disappeared without saying anything.. not after last night. You must have missed a note or something in your bedroom. You walked back to your bedroom and looked everywhere but couldn’t find anything. There was no note that gave you any reason or explanation as to why you had woken up alone. Your thoughts began to spiral as you searched for your phone, she must have left you a text, maybe she had gone out to grab some breakfast for the both of you and didn’t want to wake you up.

When you finally found your phone there was not a single text from Joanne and that’s when reality hit you, she had left, just like that, like you had been some sort of one night stand that she regretted the morning after and wanted to leave behind as soon as possible.

No.. no she wouldn’t… any minute now she was going to walk into your apartment and explain why you had woken up in an empty bed…she had to.

You sat down on your bed and waited.. and waited… and waited… you weren’t sure for how long, it felt like an eternity, and with every agonising minute that passed, your hope shrank. After a while it became clear to you that she wouldn’t be walking through that door. You tried to be hopeful.. maybe she had a good reason.. but every reason you found to explain this sudden disappearance, was shut down by a solution in which she could have easily let you know why she wasn’t currently in your bed.

You stared down at your phone.. should you text her? And say what exactly? It was obvious that she didn’t want to talk to you… she had disappeared without as much as leaving you a note or a text… if that wasn’t a clear sign that she wanted to be left alone, then you didn’t know what was.

You crawled back into bed, you couldn’t deal with this right now, so you grabbed your pillow and hugged it tightly as tears streamed down your face. Your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest, was consequently smashed into a million pieces, and had then been forcefully pushed back into your chest. This was your own fault, you thought, you shouldn’t have assumed that this meant anything to Joanne… maybe this was just all part of that stupid game of yours. As you cried yourself back to sleep, the only thought that plagued your mind was that you now finally understood the phrase ‘play stupid games, win stupid prizes’.

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✦ Controversial, but I don’t see Toji as a hard daddy dom sadist. Toji sleeps on women’s couches through seduction, which to me suggests that Toji knows how to make a woman comfortable enough to let him not only fuck her, but BUM on her couch. When he’s in secure-a-couch mode he’s very charming in a nonchalant cool guy kind of way; the type that makes you secretly want to impress them

✦ He’s observant, and usually has a good guess as to what someone likes off first impressions alone—most of the time, he’s spot on too. He can absolutely be the hard dom, but he can also be a smooth talking, slow paced partner as well

✦ That stuff doesn’t really make a difference to him, tbh. Believes “even bad sex is good sex” & doesn’t have strong preferences. At the end of the day, as long as he gets to cum & get his ego stroked bc he blew his partner away, he’s satisfied

✦ He has no qualm with you taking the lead - this mfer the type to lean back against the headboard with his arms folded behind his head, and a cocky smile like he’s ready for a show

✦ He’s prideful tho, so I don’t think he’d be ok with being extremely submissive - he’ll relent to a certain degree, but you’re not going to get much begging beyond a simple ‘please’ or two

✦ If he’s tryin to couchsurf you bet your ass he’s all about your pleasure LOL - in normal circumstances, he definitely prefers the focus to be equal

✦ TBH when he’s genuinely feeling a romantic connection he doesn’t immediately have sex. Since sex has been a tool he uses, he has no desire to rush things with you. The waiting makes it more special for him—he’d die before admitting that though. Go to therapy bitch

✦ Very very skilled, that much is obvious, and he loves to show it off. The king of “you’ve never come from head?” and then making you see stars, and come so hard it almost hurts

✦ Loves coming on your face—stick your tongue out, and give him a pretty smile. He might just get hard again

✦ One of those dudes that’s obsessed with the physics of things. Like smacking your ass just to see it jiggle, or grabbing it and jiggling it with his hands. He’ll squeeze your lower belly pooch and use it as leverage, rolling his eyes when you bat his hand away or get embarrassed

✦ NGL I see him loving older women. My heart just tells me. They usually have nicer couches for him to sleep on, maybe even a guest room (which makes him bust right off the bat), and are typically more of a challenge. He needs a sugar momma. Thinks it’s especially hot when an older woman calls him daddy

✦ He’s a fucking asshole, and has an infidelity kink; loves being the married woman’s side piece, and loves being present when the husband finds out even more

✦ He’s secretly messy as hell, I just know he loves gossip & pretends he doesn’t. Loves trashy reality tv but acts like it’s stupid. I see you Toji Fushiguro

✦ Changes positions often, honestly he just likes to flex how strong he is. It don’t matter how big you are, you are getting full Nelson’d, fucked against the wall, thrown over his shoulder, etc. Especially likes doing this with heavier ppl because they don’t think he can, so he’s gotta prove them wrong

[fourthavecafe]

Request: Toji! Like, anything! I bet he's really cruel in a fun way

summary-you and toji were talking about a very unique topic when he decided to demonstrate

The room was dim a soft, golden light spilling from the bedside lamp as you and Toji lay together, tangled in the sheets. He was lazily scrolling through his phone, tapping away at the screen with a bored expression, while you rested beside him, content to enjoy the quiet.

"So, what's next for you today?" you asked, propping yourself up on one arm and watching him.

Toji glanced up from his phone, giving you a half-smile. "make some money" he said nonchalantly. "Running a bit low on cash."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "You could always become a male stripper. That'd solve your problems."

His gaze flickered to you, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm thinking of something better,I'll just become a sugar baby, do nasty things for my sugar mommas. You know, make a little extra cash."

You laughed, shaking your head. "a sugar baby, huh? they’re probably into somesome weird shit."

Toji's grin widened, a dark, amused edge to it. "Oh, trust me” he said, leaning in a little closer. "I've learned a few... weird fetishes ,some are pretty damn interesting."

You blinked, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean? Like what kind of fetishes?"

Without warning, Toji's fingers darted out, landing on your ribs with surprising precision. You gasped in shock as you jerked away instinctively but he immediately had you pinned with his other arm.

"Ah, no escaping” he said, his voice low and teasing. "Let's see if you can handle it."

Your eyes widened in confusion and before you could react, his fingers moved faster, running up and down your sides, lightly grazing over your sensitive skin. You started to squirm, giggling involuntarily as he pressed his thumb into your ribs. You tried to wriggle away but he was too strong, holding you down with one arm while his other hand expertly tickled you.

"W-What the hell?" you gasped between uncontrollable laughter, your body wriggling under him as the tickling intensified. "What are you doing?!"

He kept the pressure on, his fingers now moving faster, teasing every ticklish spot he could find. You couldn't help but laugh harder, twisting beneath his touch, desperately trying to escape his grasp. The sensation was too much, leaving you breathless.

Toji leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as you continued to squirm, unable to stop the laughter. "Tickling" he murmured, voice dark with amusement. "It's a common fetish, you know."

You stopped squirming for a moment, your laughter turning into a confused giggle.

"Tickling? A... a fetish?"

"Yeah” he replied, squeezing your sides one last time before letting up, just enough for you to catch your breath. "Some people love it, get off on it. I thought you'd like it too."

You stared at him in disbelief, still catching your breath. "Are you serious?"

Toji's grin stretched wider as he leaned back, letting you finally breathe. "You didn't think I was just doing this for fun, did you? But don't worry, sweetheart” he said with a wink.

"I've got more than a few tricks up my sleeve."

You lay there, still trying to make sense of what just happened, feeling slightly embarrassed yet oddly turned on by how effortlessly he had worked you over. You knew you'd never look at tickling the same way again.

"Next time" Toji added with a grin, "don't doubt my expertise."

You rolled your eyes, still laughing in disbelief. "You're insane" you muttered but you couldn't help but feel a little thrill from his teasing.

[littlelambscandyland]

How'd They React If You Called Them Momma/Mommy While Regressed

Lestat De Lioncourt- He's secretly so excited when you first say it. He might die again! His last child called him uncle, so you calling him mommy/momma is like a dream come true, honestly. Plays the role up so much once you call him it. He might, definitely, get upset if you don't call him it again.

"Shh, shh, ma petite créature, mommy's here." He'd whisper softly, hugging you tightly.

Brags to Louis with the biggest smile. He is so happy to be your mommy/momma. You can get away with so much more when you pull that title out because he just can't say no when you sound so sweet.

Louis Du Pointe Du Lac- He gets incredible confused. He's your daddy/dada/papa not your mommy/momma. That's Lestat. Don't call him that. He won't get mad, but he'll assume you're tired and getting confused every time you say it.

"Sugar cube, Lestats not here right now. Maybe we should get you to bed." He'd say picking you up and carrying you away for an impromptu nap.

Don't get him wrong you sound so sweet, but he's got his role and Les' has got his and he isn't 100% sure the blonde won't try and kill him if he took his title.

Armand- Gets incredibly confused the first time and then becomes absolutely obsessed with it. He is your mother and he loves you so much, so please call him momma/mommy. The man will stare at you for hours just listening to you babble in hopes you will call him it again.

"What, ever, do you need, enfant bien-aimé?" He'd ask so quietly when you call out to him.

He never thought a simple word could disarm him but it does. Solely refers to himself as your momma/mommy to you. Don't call anyone else it or he'll get jealous and kill them.

Daniel Molloy- No, he's daddy/dada/papa. He thinks for a second you're trying to get him in some sort of trouble. He does find it kinda funny and cute, though, how you blur their roles in your head. He will tell you not to say that as nicely as he can while making a joke about it making Armand sad.

"No, no, Honey. Don't do that." He'd say with an amused smile and picking you up.

He will always answer you, but will always tell you you're wrong. He loves how sweet you are, but for God sake you're going to get him mauled, again.