#sugar baby!reader

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When Older!Hubby burst into the hospital using a different last name for SugarBaby!Reader:

Bruce, thinking: Did this man adopt my daughter? Hell no

Nurse: Only family is allowed back—

Bruce: That’s MY daughter!

Older!Hubby: That’s MY wife!

Bruce:

Jason:

Stephanie:

Cass:

Damian:

Tim:

Duke:

Dick:

The Nurse:

The reporter who snuck in:

[gurugirl]

Dress up

sugardaddy!harry x yn | An extra for The Arrangement

Summary: Y/n dresses up in diamonds and jewels and thinks she looks sexy so she secretly makes a solo video of herself. But then she goes out on a limb and sends the video to Harry while he's working.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've given you an update for these two! This was requested! Here

Word Count: 4,548

Warning: 18+ only, smut, use of toys, spanking, sharing of a solo sex tape

The Arrangement Masterlist

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Y/n remembers a time when she’d wear clothes that were slightly unkempt. Clean but perhaps maybe a little wrinkled. Shirt hems and collars would be folded funny, buttons misaligned, sweaters and dresses not fitted properly…

Back then she relied on the drier to de-wrinkle her clothes. Nowadays a professional service delivered her freshly cleaned and pressed items to her door. All of which were tailored to fit her perfectly.

So it wasn’t unusual for Y/n to play dress up with herself when Harry was away at the office and she was at home alone. She enjoyed having such nice clothes and things filling her closet. It’s something she never had before.

She’d layer on a silk Chanel dress with her Ferragamo belt, a Hermes scarf, and the expensive custom disk hat with silk roses Harry bought her when they went to the Kentucky Derby. She’d watch herself in the long floor-length mirror and practice walking like a woman who owned the kind of clothes she was wearing.

But sometimes she focused on the jewelry. The pretty shiny rocks and jewels, delicately woven precious metal bands and chains… Harry had bought her more jewelry than she’d ever seen in her life. Diamonds, gold, platinum, rubies, emeralds, pearls, silver… Rings, watches, brooches, necklaces, anklets, earrings, belts, and bracelets. You name it.

And on this particular evening, Harry was at a dinner meeting that was going to run late. She’d bathed and put on her perfumed moisturizing balm and then walked naked into her massive walk-in closet where she opened up her lingerie drawer and spotted the elbow-length velvet opera gloves. She’d only ever worn them once but she remembers the way they felt on her arms and how luxurious it made her feel.

Watching herself in her mirror she slid each glove up her arms and posed, raising her arms over her head to lift her tits and make her tummy appear more svelte.

She grinned as she turned and then she had a sudden idea. Opening up her jewelry armoire she was presented with shiny, sparkly bobbles and jewels.

“Siri… shuffle music by Sara Vaughan to the master bedroom speakers.”

When the jazzy slow music began to play she traced her gloved fingers over the diamond necklace she often wished she could wear every day. It was littered in diamonds, the drop cutting down to just above her cleavage. Lifting it up she placed it gently over her head and laid it over her bust. It was spectacular. Heavy and twinkly and chilled on her skin. She smoothed her hands down her body and stared at her figure in the mirror wearing nothing but gloves and the ridiculously expensive necklace Harry had bought her.

Which then gave her the idea to add on the pretty rainbow jewel body belt. The thin chain was loaded with various colored diamonds, emeralds, rubies, topaz… The end of the chain draped down her back, laying just over her bum with a pretty pearl at the end. Then she put on the drop diamond earrings that matched the necklace. The bottom diamond was so big it nearly reached her shoulder when she shrugged.

She layered pearls and opals and her diamond bracelets over her gloved wrists and then slid on her black high heels, doing a dramatic twirl and bending to see her backside with a giggle.

She swayed her hips to the sexy music crooning through the speakers and then grinned at herself in the mirror, “Look how pretty… Daddy would love this.”

Feeling her naked skin under her gloves was a dream. The way the velvet ran smoothly over her flesh felt sexy and the more jewelry she layered on the prettier she felt. All sparkly and fancy with soft skin and perked nipples.

Sitting her video camera on its stand next to the mirror she hit record and began dancing slowly with herself, all decked out in diamonds. Running her hands over her curves and up to her tits she bit her lip and looked at the camera, “There isn’t anyone that wouldn’t want to have this…” She spun around and laughed to herself before bending at the waist and spreading her thighs just enough that the camera could catch the view of her pussy from behind.

Peeking over her shoulder she stared into the lens and drew a hand down her back and over her bottom before swatting a cheek and moaning softly, “Not so bad with the glove,” she spoke aloud as she lowered her fingers until she could feel the velvet sliding over her pussy, back and forth.

Humming she looked at herself in the mirror and then pressed her finger over her other tight hole, “Needs a little sparkle, doesn’t it?”

She stood up and pulled open her toy drawer to select the plug of the night. It was an easy choice. The anal plug with diamonds. Real diamonds. Another thing she didn’t often wear because it was the least practical of her plugs. But it was pretty.

Stepping back up to the camera she held the plug up and drizzled lube over the tip then repeated the words of the song Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets…

Bending at the waist, ass aimed toward the camera she took her left hand and pulled at her cheek as she began to push the plug into her hole with her right hand. Y/n had become quite the expert at putting in her own plugs. She was used to it now. Even though Harry always told her to not do it when he wasn’t present, she often did it anyway. They had fun with it every time he found out she disobeyed him (but she knew he secretly loved it).

“Oh!” She squeaked when the cool metal fit into place and stretched her out. “Feels so good…” she swayed her hips as she spread her ass cheeks for the camera and hummed to the music.

Turning around to face the camera she tutted at herself, “Beautiful… So sparkly. Think I deserve a treat,” she grinned at her reflection and brushed her hand down her torso to her hips, and raised the other arm over her head as she toyed with her clit and gasped.

Of course, she was putting on a little show. Something to watch later on in private. She’d gotten in the habit of making little videos of herself dancing naked or masturbating. Or just talking about nothing really. She’d started to feel so confident and happy with herself thanks to Harry. And the videos were her naughty little secret. Sometimes, with the extra sexy ones, she’d even touch herself as she rewatched them later on, loving the way she looked.

This time was no different. She was stunning with sparkly jewels and velvet gloves. Long stretched of bare skin, breasts bouncing as she swayed and twirled.

Reaching for her breasts she squished them together with a moan and then jiggled them at the camera before swiping her thumb over each nipple, “Get those nice and hard. We know how much I like hard things don’t we?” She laughed to herself.

Reaching into her toy drawer she found her tiny pink vibrator and turned it on, “Gonna feel so good,” she ran the small toy down the center of her body, between her breasts, over her belly button, and then circled it over her pussy with a sharp inhale.

Moving to the music she kept her eyes on the camera and continued pressing the toy against her clit, “Oh… I’m getting so wet.”

Her breathing picked up and her nipples tightened more, goosebumps covered her skin as she felt the yummy sensation of arousal fill her veins.

“Mmm… I do it so well. Always get myself off. Don’t need Daddy every time, do we?” She chuckled and then gasped when she pressed the toy harder against her bud.

“So wet already. Such a dirty, horny girl…” she bit her lip and turned off the pink toy before placing it on the counter and running her velvet-covered fingers up and down her swollen, wet pussy, “So messy… mmm… Gonna get in so much trouble doing this. I think Daddy’s gonna have to spank me.”

The more she stroked her pearl the wetter her gloves got. She clenched her empty hole and moaned, “Need more. Like all my holes stuffed,” she spoke breathily as she peeked into her drawer and pulled out her clear silicone dildo. The extra long one that was ridged thickly and made her come so fast. She needed to get on with the show. Harry would be coming back soon.

Pulling her soft chair in front of the mirror and the camera she gently sat and cooed at the feel of the plug shifting under her bum, “Oop! Fuck that’s feeling really good.”

Y/n lifted her legs, planting her heeled feet on the seat cushion and spreading her thighs so there was an excellent view of her plug and her pussy.

“I’ve gotten myself all wet,” she drew a finger over her inner thigh and licked at the velvet-gloved finger, “Mm! I know why Daddy says it tastes so good. So yummy,” she sighed as she spread her legs wider and placed the dildo against her pussy lips, running it through her slippery folds before finally pushing it in slowly.

She parted her lips and stared into the camera as she began to work the silicone toy in and out until she could push it in deep and it pressed into the shared wall where her anal plug was. The toy tucked in her ass bobbed every time she thrust the dildo in deep and she moaned at the sight, “Oh my god… that’s so hot isn’t it? Look at how both holes take everything I give them so well.”

Fucking herself with the dildo and rubbing her clit with her gloves she stretched her neck back and whined loudly.

The slick sound of her cunt around the silicone toy filled the spaces between the notes and the music playing, just loud enough for the camera to pick up the sound. Going in faster she lulled her head forward to keep her eyes on the camera but she was in a bit of a daze. She always tried to keep her eyes open for the camera when she came because that was her favorite.

“Good girl, baby… Taking your toys so good. Fucking look like a goddess right now. Oh shit… that’s it… doing it so good…”

Her chest was rising and falling and she heard the chime of an incoming text, which she was sure was Harry, “Daddy’s trying to reach me,” she laughed playfully, “But his little girl is busy fucking herself, isn’t that right?”

It wasn’t long before she was shaking and her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her velvet gloves were ruined with her arousal as she fingered her swollen clit and clamped down on the dildo and the plug with a soft cry, “Oh god! Right there… Fuck…”

Her orgasm had wiped her out. She tried keeping her eyes on the camera but her whole head was swirling with pleasure and lust as she trembled and moaned, creaming all over her dildo.

She heaved and pulled the toy out, dropping it to the floor, and leaned back into the cushion to recover for a moment, “So good. You always do it right. Even better than Daddy sometimes,” she snorted a laugh and sat up to look at the camera teasingly before wobbly legs took her across the space to turn off the recording on her camera.

.             .             .

Y/n had watched her newest home video at least four times. And she was so turned on every time she watched it, she’d make herself come in record time, rubbing her clit and feeling so proud of how pretty she looked and how brave she’d become since she’d been with Harry.

And the recent video with all the jewels was her best work yet. She really loved it. So much so that she was thinking about sharing it with Harry. She wondered what he’d think about it. She was positive he’d just go nuts over it like she did. He’d act all upset and stoic. Probably give her a good spanking (at least) but she knew he’d adore it.

So, in a moment of sheer insanity or bravery (she wasn’t sure which) she tucked her top row of teeth into her bottom lip, attached the video to a text message for Harry, and squealed when she hit send. She couldn’t believe she’d sent it. All of her solo videos had been her little secret all this time but now she was bringing Harry into the mix by showing him.

It was 2 pm on a Wednesday. He was at the office and probably just getting out of his most recent meeting. And she knew he’d see it shortly after she sent it.

She kept her eye on the screen of her phone, waiting for the message to say ‘read’. It only took a few minutes. She giggled to herself as she snuggled into the couch with her laptop and watched the video, trying to time it so that she was watching it at the same time he was. Wondering what he was thinking with every minute that drew on.

Her heart was racing in anticipation of his response. She knew she’d be in for a bit of punishment but she didn’t know exactly what to expect from it.

But then minute after minute drew on. The video had ended and there was no word from Harry. No bobbing dots to indicate he was texting. No phone call. Nada.

She felt heat creep over her skin as she thought about all the ways Harry would teach her a lesson. Y/n knew Harry was making a plan. Surely he was devising some kind of punishment for her misbehavior. She couldn’t wait.

Less than an hour later Harry was walking through the front door. Y/n peeked over the back of the couch toward the foyer entry and she saw him pass through but he didn’t look in her direction. He breezed by cooly and went into the kitchen.

Y/n scrambled off the couch to follow after him. He was pouring a glass of water for himself silently when she rounded the island and put her hands on his shoulders, “Hi, Daddy.”

He grunted and moved away, making her hands fall from his back as he put the water pitcher back into the fridge before taking a long gulp of his water.

Waiting silently for him to award her a glance she watched her man place the empty glass into the sink as he sighed, placing his palms flat onto the marble countertop, “So you think you can take care of yourself better than I can? Is that right?”

She knew that line would stick out to him.

“I was just teasing. You know no one does it better than you, Da–“

“And you disobeyed me. Looked like you were having the time of your life, Y/n. Did you enjoy wearing all the expensive jewelry I bought you? Enjoyed getting yourself off while I was working hard to keep a roof over your head?” He turned and looked at her. Stern and serious.

Now she knew he was being dramatic. The whole keep-a-roof-over-your-head comment was a bit silly. Harry could retire right then if he wanted to.

“I did enjoy it, actually,” she quipped back before biting her lip.

“Well now at least you’re being honest with me. When did you make the video? Was this today?”

Shaking her head she leaned into the counter, “A week ago.”

He nodded slowly, his green eyes trailing down over her body. She was only wearing one of his t-shirts.

“And what were you up to today that compelled you to send me this one-week-old video?”

 She gulped, “Nothing really. Um… I just wanted to share it with you because I liked it. Thought you’d like it to.” She said blinking her eyes innocently at him.

Harry sniffed, “It was very pretty to look at. But you went against my explicit rules. Does Daddy not give you enough orgasms every day? Every morning and every night I work to keep you satisfied. Are you so desperate for an orgasm that you can’t wait a few hours until I get home?”

She breathed shallowly and looked down, “I just sometimes like to do it myself. And I felt so pretty.”

Y/n felt Harry’s touch on her arm, “Come.”

She followed him upstairs to her closet where he opened up her drawers until he found her toys and then her gloves and opened up the jewelry armoire.

“Put everything on that you had in the video. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re ready.”

Y/n felt her nerves bubble as she put everything on. The jewels, the gloves, the plug, and her heels. She sighed as she gave herself a once over in the mirror before stepping out into the bedroom where Harry was seated at the end of the bed facing the TV. Her video on the large screen paused at the beginning. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, ready to get to work.

“C’mere,” he patted his lap. He kept his eyes focused on her body as she neared him and placed her hand on his shoulder to sit down but he pulled her over his thighs, tummy down, and ass up where he gave her a very swift smack and then massaged at the meat of her bum, pulling her plushy cheeks apart and tapped her plug, “Good. Looks like we’re all set.”

Her head was hanging down and the weight of the necklace was especially heavy in her new position, the earrings pulling at her lobes as she rocked over him to stabilize herself. She imagined she was going to need to hang on to something.

“Watch with me. Lift your head. Let’s see this dirty little video my spoiled girl made.”

She scoured the screen with her eyes, her body in view and the jewels glinting off the light from above her. Y/n had to strain to keep her head up. She leveraged herself up with her hand on the bed next to Harry’s thigh.

She had seen the video enough times that she had the whole thing nearly memorized. The music, the moment she bends and shows the camera her plug, the lines she spoke…

Harry spanked her ass, two stinging open palmed swats to each side and she winced at the pain and gasped as she slid down, losing her balance when she kicked a leg up.

“Stay still for me and keep watching,” he spoke gruffly as he grasped the front of her neck and tilted her head back up so she could watch with him.

Gulping into his palm she arched her back when he spanked her bottom again, “Look at how pretty you are in my lap, baby,” he ran his hand down her spine to the little jeweled belt where the pearl hung at the top of her crack, “All these expensive things on your body, ass up for me,” he twisted the plug, “Pussy wet.”

She moaned when he ran his fingers between her crease and pressed his middle finger inside of her cunt before pulling it out and wiping it on the back of her thigh, where he then gave her another smack.

“Who bought all this for you, baby? Hmm? Who made this whole thing possible?”

“You, Daddy!” She didn’t hesitate to answer him.

“That’s right. This video wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for me. This pussy wouldn’t be wet if it weren’t for me.”

She nodded against his palm and moaned when his fingers circled her clit.

“Always my desperate, needy little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped when he pinched her bud and she wiggled her hips but he gripped her neck tighter, “Don’t wiggle. You got yourself into this mess. These are the consequences.”

She squeezed her eyes closed as he swatted her again before he continued speaking, leaning down to groan into her ear, “Do you know how hard I got the moment I opened up that video at work? Walking down the hall to my office I had to hide my boner and click the volume off.”

She felt him pinch at her inner thigh, giving her clit a moment of respite from his fingers, “Had to calm myself down and lock the door. But then I finished watching your little video and I had to excuse myself to leave work early. Do you know how disruptive that was?”

She grunted as he pressed over her plug, “Right now, I’m supposed to be in a meeting with a potential investor. This was a big deal, Y/n. But I physically wasn’t able to stay at the office for a moment longer, and it’s your fault. Every time I thought about the way you came with your legs spread and this little plug flicking around from the dildo you were fucking yourself with… had to calm my cock. Was gonna burst in my pants.”

His fingers slid back into her cunt, two this time as he pumped into her walls and continued gripping her neck, “Look.”

She shifted her eyes to the screen and her voice filtered through the room, her gasps and moans as she began to come. And just as he described, her little plug was twitching in time with the way she was pressing the dildo into her cunt. It was a pretty sight.

She moaned when he kissed the back of her ear, “Fucking gorgeous when you come, baby. But this video? S’like a work of art. But you were still naughty. Didn’t get permission to do any of that did you?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

His fingers were filling her up and squelching with every thrust, “You look so proud of yourself too. So confident. Like a big girl playing dress up with Daddy’s things. And if my cock weren’t throbbing right now I’d really teach you a lesson but I need to come inside of this little pussy. Been aching for it.”

She felt his legs shift and her body was moved, heels on the floor as he steadied her hips before he stood up and began to undo his pants, “Bend over the bed, spread your legs.”

She wanted to watch him pull his cock out. Wanted to see how hard he was but she knew better than to hesitate. She laid herself tummy down on the mattress and spread her thighs apart.

One of his hands was on her hip, lifting her slightly when she felt his thick cock drag against her pussy and then his chest was pressed into her back, “No one does it better than, Daddy.”

The moment he finished his sentence, lips against the shell of her ear, he slammed his cock inside of her. He took both of her hands in his, the velvet gloves keeping her from feeling his palms, as he pulled her arms behind her back and took both wrists in one big hand as he continued rocking into her.

She felt a sharp smack on her ass again and he grunted, thighs flexing as he worked into her. Her shoulders burned as he kept her arms held down at the middle of her back, one hand groping her ass cheek.

The view he had was gorgeous as always. Her plug pushed and pulled with every thrust of Harry’s cock and he could feel the press of it gliding over his cock through her tight warm walls.

The necklace was digging into her chest but she welcomed the way it felt on her skin as well as the burn of another swat to her bum because her body was giving itself over to him.

“My spoiled girl just keeps getting whatever she wants. Even when she’s naughty she gets all these pretty things; gets Daddy’s cock inside of her, gets all the orgasms she can handle. Guess you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you, baby?”

“Umph!” She croaked, her cheek smushed into the comforter, letting go of her ass as he leaned over, palm on the mattress, and drove into her with the kind of force she loved. It felt so much better than anything she could do to herself with her meager dildo. Harry’s cock was exactly what she needed.

“Yeah? Didn’t hear you make that noise in your little video.” He buried himself in, bullying another lewd sound from her throat as his hips rutted against her ass.

“Can’t help those pretty little noises can you? Daddy’s cock will always feel better won’t it?”

She was jolted forward, her mouth open with drool pooling over the blankets, “No… your cock… aoohha!”

Harry grinned at her inability to answer properly as he continued pounding into her, still holding her wrists together at her mid-back.

“Squeezing the fuck out of me baby. There you go… fuck…”

Y/n’s orgasm wiped her body out. The way the plug was stretching her out and Harry’s big cock was slamming into her guts she couldn’t hold on for a second longer.

She heard Harry panting between grunts and then felt both of his hands on her ass as he pressed in deep and unloaded himself, filling her insides with his come.

“My pretty baby. Love seeing you dripping in diamonds and all fucked out of your mind. Does it make you feel good baby? Wearing all these expensive things?”

He had his chest pressed into her back as he spoke quietly into her ear, hips pasted to her ass.

“I love it. It’s so nice, Daddy.”

He moved off of her, reaching an arm under her waist to pull her up to standing, and turned her in her arms, “Look at this,” bringing her gloved hands into his, he lifted them upward, “Ruined. Need to buy you new gloves it appears.”

She realized the cleaning job she’d done on them after making the video had been shoddy at best and now the tips of the fingers were steaky and lighter than the rest of the material, “Maybe dry cleaning?”

Harry pursed his lips as he began to take off her bracelets, unhooking each clasp, “Maybe. Not sure these can be salvaged, though.”

When he pulled her gloves off he reached around her neck to undo the necklace and then her jeweled belt before running his hands up and down her arms, “Gorgeous with or without all the diamonds,” he smirked.

“I like the diamonds, though. Fun to play dress up.”

He raised a brow and brought her left hand up to his mouth pressing his plush lips over her ring finger, “Thinking about what you’d look like with a pretty diamond right here.”

Y/n parted her lips and kept her gaze locked on Harry’s, “Like a… ring?”

Harry laughed at her shocked expression and pushed his fingers between hers as he cupped her cheek with his free hand, “Yeah. Like a ring.”

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-> warnings: smut mention

-> a/n: are you able to pick up other people’s tabs at a bar? what even is a tab? idk. here are some unnecessarily long bruce hcs that i wrote at 1am

(edit): fun fact, this was the first set of sugar daddy!bruce hcs i wrote but ended up “scrapping” bcs i didn’t like the direction it was going in👨🏿‍🦯

• honestly, you don't know how either of you ended up in this situation

The drink in your hands was starting to sweat.

One of your professors had given you the chance to attend a charity event of one of his more high society friends. Of course, while you were beyond grateful, you can easily say you'd much rather be at home binging your favorite series.

So here you were, sipping on your fourth glass of the evening without a single clue how you were gonna pay for them all. Your social battery was beyond drained as you were sitting by yourself at the bar, just about ready to call it a night.

All the other socialites in the room, however, seemed to be having a blast talking about politics or stocks or whatever it was that rich people talk about. Well, all except for one.

• on one hand hand there was you, a broke college student just looking for someone to pay for her drinks

• on the other, there was the rich billionaire who was searching for someone worthy enough of his time

• bruce had noticed you sitting alone at the bar, lightly sipping on an amethyst martini:

He takes the night off from his batman duties, and this is how he decides to spend it?

Bruce couldn't wrap his head around it either. Alfred was actually the one who talked him into going to this party. With him being one of the top donors, he was basically obligated to attend at this point.

While all the other party goers were standing around talking amongst each other, the billionaire found himself off in the corner, eyes sweeping the room to find all its nearest exits. In the midst off his mental scan though, he saw you.

The dress you wore was simple, yet it somehow made you glow against the warm lighting. Despite all the commotion in the room, your presence alone practically drew him in like a moth to a flame.

If Bruce was gonna be here all night, he might as well make things interesting, right?

• you hadn't noticed him approaching until the chair next to you was being pulled out

• you were hesitant to open up to him at first

• because why in the hell was one of the richest men in gotham talking to you of all people

• but after a while, the two of you practically sprung into conversation, talking about almost anything and everything.

• after talking for what felt like hours he asks you:

"Would you perhaps like to continue this conversation back at my place?"

• with the way his index finger was gently caressing your hand, you just knew that if you left with this man, you both would be doing anything but talking

• while you usually weren't one to sleep with strangers, one night of some fun couldn’t hurt, right?

• plus you still needed to get these drinks paid for

"Only if you offer to pick up my tab."

• one thing led to another and you found yourself lying in one of the biggest beds of your life, getting fucked by one of the richest men in the world

• you and bruce ended up spending a very long night together. by the end of it, you both were practically comatose from it all

• the next morning, you woke up fully prepared to sign some sort of NDA and head on home

• or at least you were. until you felt the hot trail of kisses leading down from your neck

"Last night was incredible," The billionaire grumbled, the low murmur of his morning voice making butterflies appear in your stomach. Open-mouthed kisses continued to trail down the valley of your breasts, "I don't suppose you wanna do that again sometime, hm?"

• you almost had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't still dreaming

• it was over breakfast that you both went over some of the necessary details neither of you seemed to bring up the night before

• you told him things about yourself like your age and how you typically didn't go home with strangers. you also ended up confessing how you were only at the same event as him because one of your professors gave you an invitation

• which then led to him asking what your major was

• …which led him to ask what university you attended

• ….which then led to him offering to pay off your college expenses

• like hold on. pause for a second.

• did he fr just offer to pay your whole tuition?

• was the pussy that good???

• before you could think too much about it, bruce made sure to let you know that this would be a small dip into a very big bucket for him

• all he asked for in return was to spend another night with you

• of course he didn't expect you to come to a decision right away, so after exchanging numbers, he drove you home to think it over

• to be honest though, it didn't take you very long to consider things

• i mean you were practically swimming in student loans over here

• immediately after you called to give him a confirmation, your phone pinged with a notification

bruce w. sent over $860.

‘buy something nice for yourself and meet me tomorrow at seven. don’t worry about transportation, i’ll arrange a car for you.’

• and after that the rest was history

• being bruce’s sugar baby was honestly one of the best decisions you’ve ever made

• after your second night with him was when he wanted to make things official between you two

• “official” pretty much meant that he would volunteer to be your personal bank as long as you continued to keep him company

• even though it all sounded great, you weren’t stupid.

• if you were to really go through with this you would need it written on paper. you wanted this shit documented

• so that’s exactly what he did

• by the end of the day, bruce had his lawyers make a drafted copy of the terms and conditions your so called “relationship” would entail (a draft that you were free to make changes to, of course)

• now that everything had been officially set in stone, most days you found yourself either attending charity events or maxing out his company credit card

• now if only bruce could tell you about a certain night job of his…

-> a/n: when i tell you these have been in my drafts for a MINUTE😭 i think imma make a fic about how their relationship develops but first i wanna write the next part to my jason smau series

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Mommy Can We Play?

Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Sugar baby!fem!reader

Summary: Wanda's come over for a business meeting with Mommy, but when it comes time for goodbyes you can't let go.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Mommy kink, R calls A Mommy, A calls R Princess, strap use, praise kink, oral (R give A a blowjob, straps are referred to as cocks, Polyamory, Wanda uses various Russian pet names

Word count: 1.7K

A/N: This just festered in my brain for no particular reason and then when I started writing didn't want to come out, but I did it so here you go everyone enjoy more of these two plus Wanda

The warm early summer breeze blew through the windows of Agatha's home. She requested if you weren't going to go outside at least keep the windows open so you could get some fresh air. So you did as asked and opened all of the living room windows and the back sliding glass door was opened all the way for a nice cross breeze to come through.

The calming sounds of animal crossing played through your switch lite as you lay tummy down on the expense and rather wide sectional Agatha had chosen for the living room. A pillow helped prop you up and various snacks adorned the square wooden coffee table along with three different half drunken drinks. Agatha always wanted you to have water especially as the summer months rolled around, but you insisted on also having some sort of juice for taste and an energy drink for caffeine. Agatha wasn't a fan of it, but you had promised to limit the intake to one and drink it slowly through the day with the others.

Agatha had been working from home a business meeting with Wanda which meant you were to be quiet and not bother her hence the switch, snacks, and drinks all in reach. Your mind completely focused on your game as you terraformed your island; your tongue poking out ever so slightly. You're so focused on your game you don't hear the two older women come down from the office or that Wanda is right in front of you until she's bending down. Her finger hooking under your chin,

“Milaya, is your game that enthralling you can't even get up to say goodbye?” Wanda's husky voice hits your ears and suddenly it feels ice cold in here. The rings on her fingers helped none with the cold feeling washing over you. Your voice sputters to form a sentence.

“Your baby really is so cute, Aggie. I love making her like this. You should reconsider letting me play with her.” Wanda cooed. Your body finally caught up, your switch flying from your hand, crashing back to the couch as you flung your body backwards to the corner of the sectional. Your body shook and breathing felt hard.

“Princess you're okay. Sorry Wands when she's engrossed in something if you get too close it scares her.” Wanda didn't acknowledge Agatha other than slowly approaching you,

“I'm sorry Detka. I didn't mean to scare you.” Wanda sat down near you, giving you enough space, holding out her hand as if you were a scared pup.

When your breathing evened you leaned over, setting your chin in her palm just as you would for Agatha. You eyes looking up at Wanda's sea green eyes, the more you looked the more it reminded you more of sea glass reflecting back at you. If Agatha's eyes were the ocean forever drowning you in love, Wanda's eyes were those small moments of joy you'd get when you'd find a really nice piece of sea glass.

You liked when Wanda would come by, Agatha had her over for work meetings, thought sessions, and dinners. You had heard stories that back when Wanda had first joined the company the two actually hated each other. You couldn't see that now with how close the two women were. Wanda was over here at least once a week if not more depending on that week's deadlines.

Being with Agatha for close to a year Wanda's presence had become just as comforting as Agatha's. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't thought about those ringed fingers deep inside your mouth or your sopping wet cunt. That accented voice giving commands from above as those green eyes looked more like black holes ready to swallow you whole.

Your help tilted slightly in Wanda's touch as the heat of your cheek warmed both her digits and rings up. One of your hands coming up to play with her rings. Wanda knew of your love of rings just as much as she loved them. She had given you a ring after coming back from a business trip. She had also gotten something for Agatha, but a ring felt intimate. You couldn't explain why and after she gave it to you it back one you wore almost daily. That was something Wanda had taken notice of and since then had made more and more advances towards you, but today it seemed all three of you were feeling bold.

You opened your mouth and let your lips wrap around her thumb, slowly taking it into your mouth as you watched the lust take over her features. Her other hand found its way to your thigh, rubbing and squeezing gently. You hadn't noticed Agatha until she was sitting just behind Wanda.

“I think she's ready, dear.” You heard Agatha's voice call out and your eyes moved to hers. A look you'd seen many times before.

“Peash Mama.” You managed to speak around Wanda's thumb who slowly let it slip back out.

“Please what princess? What is it you're asking?” Agatha did a little head tilt, feigning innocence as she did when she wanted you to use your words though they tend to slip away when you want something like this.

“Please Mommy want to be taken by both of you.” Your eyes pleaded with Agatha who you knew couldn’t resist that look; she never could.

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Drool ran down your chin to your neck and down the valley of your breasts before dripping off your nipple. A shiver was sent down your spine that was currently arched. Your mouth held open by Agatha’s strap, your favorite one hitting the back of your throat. Every thrust that Wanda was giving with her own strap made Agatha’s move back and forth. Gags and choked moans coming out of you which only produced more drool. Your mind was a hazy mess and you felt like you were swimming even more than usual which made sense with the added factor of Wanda.

“Oh Detka taking my cock so well, can’t wait to see you cum all over it.” Wanda’s breathy voice made it’s way to your ears. All you wanted to do was look back at the Sokovian, but with Agatha trapping you it wouldn’t be a thing anytime soon.

When Agatha finally did slip out of your mouth you took the opportunity to push yourself up into Wanda as your head hit the mattress. Your face turning so your could look at her with hair slicked back from sweat, hips hitting into you at a brutal pace. Her nails dug into your hips and the grip she had was sure to leave bruises, but none of it mattered to you.

Right now her being buried so deep inside felt amazing. The strap Wanda packed with felt just as good as the one you called your favorite. It filled you up in all the right spots. The loud moans and screams being freed from your mouth, her name spilling past your lips only pushed her further to the edge as you looked back up to Agatha who was watching the two of you. She was watching your pleasure, your pain and enjoyed every moment of it.

“Go on Princess. I know that look. Cum for Wanda.” Your head looked back to Wanda, normally Agatha’s permission was all you needed, but you had to ask,

“Can I Wanda? Can I please cum on your cock?” You asked. Her head snapping up, eyes meeting and you could see she was about to fall with you. The quick rise and fall of her chest, her eager thrusts, the grip tightening on your hips.

“Cum with me Milaya.” That was it the push over the edge that you needed. The coil finally snapping as you were sent over the edge with her deep thrusts. How did she manage to get deeper? You could feel yourself tighten around her. Effectively making her rut against you as she fell moments after you, moaning out in Sokovian, strings of expletive's you assumed as your head drowned in pleasure.

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“You did so good for me.” Wanda’s voice was softer than you’d ever heard before. You were cocooned against her, unwilling to let go. Agatha had gone of to get your aftercare items. Wanda’s fingers now without all her rings ran through your hair softly. Continued whispered praises until Agatha came back, breaking the bond of the two of you.

“Here princess drink.” Your tumblr you’d filled this morning with ice water was handed to you which you cradled against you. A few big sips and you were trying to hand it back off, but Wanda gently tapped your cheek.

“Few more Milaya.” She insisted, so you did until another gentle tap came. You looked up to see the red head with a smile on her face. “All done.” Her tone almost sounded as if she were talking to a child. Agatha took the bottle from you, setting it on the side table. You settled back in against Wanda as the two older women talked. The Sokovian’s fingers softly scratching at your scalp while Agatha’s fingers were drawing patterns in your back.

“It seems she likes you.” Agatha had a smile on her face, your eyes were closed, but you knew how her voice sounded when she was smiling. “You should join us more often.” The suggestion came and your ears perked up. You eyes fluttered open, looking up at Wanda who was looking down at you.

“Would you like that malyshka?” She asked you, your teeth finding their way to biting your bottom lip with a smile threatening to break your face as you nodded. Wanda smiled, pulling your bottom lip from the hold your teeth had on it. “Words krasivaya devushka.” Her thumb brushed your lips, they were calling your name once more taking it into your mouth, through your lashes you looked up at Wanda.

“Yesh peash.” You mumbled around her thumb. It was enough for the two older women who simply nodded at each other. It didn’t elude you when the two women shifted ever so slightly so their hands were touching. A smile on your face as your eyes closed and sleep soon took over with thoughts of a next time playing through your mind.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

How about... Wolverine with a sugar baby type dynamic with his partner 👀 get those princess vibes going

Logan let his head loll back in his chair and just listened.

Today, you were doing your level best to hide something from him. You were upset. Though- if he listened to you singing and decorating cupcakes like all was right with the world, like any other idiot, he'd never know it. But he knew better. When you were really happy, you didn't sound like a cartoon Princess.

It wasn't a show. Even if the words weren't all there, you lost yourself to it. And it DIDN'T sound like a high school chamber choir.

"Princess," he grumbled, "come here."

The tentative patter of your steps made his eyes narrow. Your smile was too brittle when he looked up at you. "Is something-"

"Come here," he ordered, patting his lap with one hand, taking a drag on his cigar.

Your oven timer goes off and you glance from him to the kitchen, biting your lip. "Sorry, Logan, I-"

"Go get them and shut the damn oven off, baby girl," he said, smiling a little. You nod and he watches you go. Listening when you disappear around the half wall. He can hear you pouring him a fresh drink. That makes him frown too. You're unhappy- not just that but you're feeling off balance.

When you come back, bringing him his fresh glass and set it on the side table, Logan regards you. Assessing you. "There's my Princess," he hummed. You need careful handling if he's going to get to the bottom of it. He pulled you into his lap gently. Not straddling him, not yet- that was for later. "You're all tensed up on me, kid," he scolded.

"Can't help it," you murmur, hiding your face in his neck.

He tutted and stroked your back. "So tense and upset you're not even horny for me," he chuckled. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were pissed at me. Now I wanna know who's ass I gotta kick."

"I just don't feel good," you murmur. It's a lie. And Logan knows it. He can feel it.

"C'mon, bub," grumbled, tilting ting your chin up to look at you. "I can't make it better if you don't tell me about it."

[chlmtsdoll]

hi hi ly and ur stuff was wondering if you can do like a little wedding like yk those pics of mike at that wedding with his older art haircut, maybe them at a friends wedding idkk ly <3

Omg ily yesss this is cute <3 I was just rewatching Breakfast at Tiffany’s anddd watching the new season of Emily in Paris so I felt inspired to do something classy and romantic 🤍 this is perfecttt

FRANCE WITH ART

౨ৎ 18 + | age gap, older/sugar daddy!Art, younger/sugar baby!reader, needy art, petite!reader, a little angst, fluff !

“Isn’t she just a beauty?” you sighed out dreamily as you directed your camera to the dazzling city beyond you, panning to the Eiffel Tower that was looking just poised as ever sitting beyond the sunrise. No drowsiness or jet lag was going to keep you from taking in every second you could of the beauty and scenery as long as you were waking up in Paris, France.

You’d been up bright and early but snug in your robe. Hidden away in your suite at the Ritz. The penthouse-like hotel room was Arts sweet gesture to go all out for your comfortability as you were accompanying him on this get away for one of his long time tennis co-workers colossal wedding. Being in this city has always been like a dream to you. Especially now that you got to explore it with the man you were no stranger to showing how much you adored. And he had you glued to him as often as possible too.

You and Art had arrived a few days earlier just to see all the wonders and sight out all the romance spiraling around every fountain and podium. Art planned out everything. Taking you to all sorts of historical eloquent museums, the most upscale restaurants with jazzy night life surrounding the two of you, catching the tower sparkle at midnight. You walked Pont Alexandre hand in hand with the strawberry-blonde and kissed above the waters of Puente Marie.

You didn’t know if it had been the aroma of the city, or Arts way of brainwashing you into staying in his world of poshness and high class wonders forever, but it was like something straight out of a movie. He truly made you feel like the princess of all romance and desire — You even got to be sweetness to his arm when he brought you to a few tennis matches the capital held. With he glamour of vip seats and rosé meeting your lips as Art clutched your thigh in a way that said mine as he peered the tournament.

It was something about everyone knowing who he was and wanting him right then. The paps, starstruck fans, his wealthy tennis friends, all wanting the attention of the enamored man — his smile with dimples showing contrast to his gorgeous features as he signed autographs and took photos with girls and even women much older than you. He was truly a magnet with an essence of adoration for his life post his ex wife and more wealth than ever, pilling on to his retirement. He didn’t have a worry in the world but his ever lasting fame and all the while you, his young, beautiful and spoiled beat, girlfriend that got to look too pretty and absolutely pampered by his side at all times. You just couldn’t wait till after the tournaments, when Art would be buried snug in your sweet tight cunt before you had even rushed to get your shoes off and the door locked properly. The way the pending man kissed every inch of your body, merging his own with you. Pulling your hair in wistful ways, rough in his knuckles but with the upmost love and care as he sweet talked you through his own pent up fixation of you. Heavy thrusts to your soft little body — and when you’d scream his name out at way too late (or early) you knew that he was going to shower you in jewels the next day.

He loved it. And he knew you absolutely loved it.

Your wildness only he could contain kept him feeling young, and he would do absolutely any and everything for that feeling of your girlish youthful smile to never stop making his heart swell.

“I woke up earlier than usual today. The wedding is at noon, so I just ordered room service and had the loveliest breakfast.. Art went out a bit before I got up and he should be back soon I’m sure. I should get ready, but god. I could just live in this suite to be honest.” Your giggle was breezy as you talked to your phone. You loved recording vlogs of all the beautiful places you got to see — and well, you could quite tell people enjoyed seeing what the girlfriend of a international tennis superstar was up on the daily. So that’s exactly what you gave them.

Your expensive and perfect little life.

You had been perched out on the balcony with your hand fluffed cappuccino as you gazed out at the filled streets and soft echo of jazz from down the way when you heard the muffled noise of your suite door being unlatched “Princess?” Art muttered softly as he noticed you weren’t still tucked away in bed. A grin took upon the man’s lips before he called out a little louder. “Where’s my girl?”

When you heard his voice, your smile had gone from dazed to stir in a quick shift as you got on your feet to exit from the window out look to find the tall man standing by the door with hands full of upscale shopping bags. There was no time for him store them before you were wrapping your own much shorter body around his torso. Art chuckled delightfully as he moved to embrace you back in his warmth.

“Mmm, where have you been? I missed you.” Your eyes met his gleaming ones, looking up that the man while he now cupped your cheek. His eyes half perched with colors of brown in his blue, your lips were already inching to lay a solid kiss on his fond simple staring back into your orbs with all adoration— so Art picked you up and kissed you just as sweetly before setting you down again.

“Well.. I supposed you’d still been asleep by the time I got back — I went for a little shopping stroll. Got some pretty things for you baby.. go sit.” the blonde bent to kiss at your neck with a sly smirk as he inched for one of the satin handled bags and your face lit up all over again.

You noticed one bag, a specially tinted turquoise blue and you almost lost all composure right then as Art brought it to you. He opened up a delicate box from Tiffany & Co. and your eyes fell dream like immediately. In his hands were the sparkling silver jewels you’d had your eye on for a good while now, you sunk your teeth into your lips as Art watched your pupils dialing with a grin of his own.

“I don’t care if it’s a wedding that’s not yours. I want you to be decked out tonight, baby. I want everyone to know how opulent you are, and that you belong to me.” Art smirked as he took your wrists in his palms to lock to bracelet around your skin that had a royal ‘A’ initial engraved in it. No matter how much Art gave and gave to you, you were always left speechless by his thoughtful expressions of love for you.

“Oh my.. Art, it’s beautiful- - and it reminds me that your mine,” you gleamed. “I love it.”

Your soft sigh of pleasure was light as your cheeks began to ache with your beaming smile. But the gentleman didn’t just stop there. He still was picking up more bags that followed and you noticed the Chanel logo immediately by the tag of course.

“That’s not all.” He tittered before slipping a gorgeously designed box from the bag, even larger, your jaw became quite loose as the case landed in your palms. You felt like a kid getting exposed to an entire candy store and Art watched you rummage, still with grace, through the box itself — elegantly wrapped in light paper as you breathed out excitedly till your finger tips graced over the soft pink flap beneath. You couldn’t stop your squeal from echoing across the room.

“Oh my god.. baby!” You were gagging on gasps as you pulled out the bag and your eyes ran over the gold chain along with your hands. Art chuckled as you squealed in pleasure and it affirmed that he certainly picked the right choice.

“We have a day left and I just couldn’t go back to the states without you getting one — and you already have the black and white so you needed just the perfect pink one, right sweetheart?” Art sat beside you on the king sized bed with a fond smile on his lips as he observed you. His dimples showcased perfectly and you couldn’t help but pout in admiration of the man beside you. You set the bag to lounge a hug on Art that made him laugh, grasping your soft robe to pull you into his lap with ease. Your arms were tight around him, but lips go in for a smooch that had Art leaning into your touch quick. His eyes slowly fell closed in bliss just at the sweetness that you were. Proud he got to spoil you time and time again — but the best part being as you never took a second of it for what it could be. Him just being a typical man, taking up a fathering role in your life to buy you pretty thinks all so you’d end up on your knees for him. No. He genuinely wanted to lift you up. And you just loved and adored him, and that’s what he always strived for in the long run.

“How did I ever get so lucky ?” Your voice laced with sweetness and sympathetic tones as you look up at Art with your fawning doe eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you.” You hid your smile under your bitten lip as your soft thumb graced over the man’s peachy ones and he just stared into you with all desire of your being.

“Course.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against your exposed neck in admiration before leaving a kiss there.

“Anything for you, love.”

You couldn’t have been more giddy as you finally made yourself get up from the alluring man’s lap, hand still in contact with his cheek.

“Now, I must show the vlog everything you got for me.” You implored with assertion, but nothing could drive away from your girlish giggle that escaped as you skipped for your phone to which Art leaned out of your way for you to grab with a soft chuckle. “Okay, you guys aren’t going to believe me when I show you what Art got me…” your stammering blush matched your excited high pitched tone, and Art had a wide and easy grin on his face — he loved watching your small figure pride around so bubbly just to talk to your phone. You really hadn’t had much else to do in your free time. There was no need to have your own career, certainly no grocery list, or even a worry for your future when at the forefront Art paid for literally every last necessity or just pure want that you needed.

All you were expected to do was be his pretty little thing — traveling around the world and occupying yourself only when he had been busy with tennis, so you had your vlogs. And you were more than happy with that as long as you got him.

Soon enough you were standing in the golden embroidered mirror of the deluxe French country styled bathroom, touching up your lipstick and hair. Your dress a soft silky pink to bring out your cherry colored lips. You tried your best truly not to move much to ruin the flow of your pin curls. You felt the most pretty and expressive you might ever had right now — and when Art Apr approached the door way of the room, he had to hold his breath for a moment just at the single sight of you. Unable to utter a word. He just viewed as he leaned there tall whist his button up just slightly undone, his chest being seen enough to make you peek at the blonde with a soft grin at his icy blues glancing over your own figure.

“What?” You titter softly as you acknowledge the man who now crossed his arms as his lips curved to show his nearly sparkling teeth,

“Nothing, you just look absolutely gorgeous is all.. I don’t know how you expect me to keep my composure all night in that, but it’s a special day, so I’ll allow it.” Art chuckled and you sighed into the marble counter top as you shook your head affectionately.

“Well, this is your work Mr. Donaldson. Everything I have on you got me.” You noted as you gave him a three-sixty of your heavenly body to which the man pulled his lip between his teeth not so subtlety.

“Mmm, your being mean.” Art groaned playfully as he leaned off the wall to grab your waist and pull you into him. Your face immediately got hot as you were pushed into his aroma, YSL cologne that you found all too sexy eluding off of him. “Your gonna be so adored tonight baby, maybe just as much as the bride herself.” The blonde inched into your ear with a rasps as he grasped your limbs in his hands gently and pressed you into his chest with flow. You nearly let his teasing pull you in — but you couldn’t fight the uproar of sudden thoughts in the back of your mind,

“I’m a little nervous for tonight.” You chuckled lightly. And Art kept his eyes beyond yours, with a slight furrow of his brow.

“How come ?”

“Well… I know a lot of your tennis friends are much older. With much older girlfriends.. and wives..” Your fingers went to toy coyly with Arts collar, and you glanced down while he already had been shaking his head as he noted your words. “They might- judge me. Because I’m much younger,”

“No. No, baby.. I know it’s a little different for you, versus me. You’ll always get the short end of the stick. I know.. but I promise no one’s gonna make you feel inadequate. At least not by me. And if you do get a look or two, fuck them. We’re in France. It’s a French wedding. We’re pretty on theme anyways.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his wit, he always knew how to get you out of any overthinking so quickly with his pure charm and sharp-wittedness. Your reaction made Art smile down at you as his eyes followed your pretty face.

“You’re right. Besides, they’ll all be looking at you anyways.”

“What ? Please,” Art groaned before he chuckled and raised your arm so he could spin you. “You’re breathtaking. You’re impossible to go unnoticed and you know it, sweets.” You giggled out as he spun back around to him and held you close with his admirable wealthy laugh filling the air.

“But.. really, you’re the expert, do you think I look okay? I think they cut my hair too short this season…” Art peered down at you blinking up at him through your lashes and you shook your head.

“No. It’s perfect, at least to me most importantly. You look so handsome.” You ran your fingers through the man’s shorter golden locks and he couldn’t help but feel a heat rising to his own at the way you observed him. Fingers fixing every last strand or detail on him, to then grazing his jawline. “Perfect, as always.” You grin.

Arts blue orbs hadn’t been able to pull away from the beauty that was you below him, you just looked absolutely otherworldly in that dress, all dolled up. He liked to tell himself it was all for him — if it weren’t for the wedding fever going around he’d certainly blame something in the air just noting him to lock you down quick. “God, you look so fucking good in that dress..” Art groaned with a huff before lifting you off your feet and meeting you with a kiss. You couldn’t help but half moan and half sigh into it after your soft gasp as the man swept you off your feet. His lips adorned yours, and you were so pushed by the way his hands leveraged your weight effortlessly to collide with him.

Smiling slyly between kisses you mutter “we only have an half an hour before the caravan picks us up, Art…”

he could of taken your breath away but you managed to get the words across even through Arts hungry kisses. (You’d have to touch up your lipstick, again. If not the rest of your attire soon after he’s been done with you.)

“Yeah ? I can work with that.” The tall blonde grinned as he carried you out into the bedroom and your giggled trailed not too far along behind you.

[deadghosy]

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐗 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Sugar daddy!Tom who would take you to fancy dinners.

Sugar daddy!Tom who pay for everything. He’s your sugar daddy, and you’re his baby.

Sugar daddy!Tom who does show off his expensive ice watch when some other bloke tries to impress you.

Sugar daddy!Tom who could definitely buy out a shop for you if you asked.

Sugar daddy!Tom who just hands you his black card. Don’t worry baby, he’s got himself and you all covered.

Sugar daddy!Tom who would paid for all your hair & nail appointments. You name it, he’s got it paid in an instant.

Sugar daddy!Tom bringing you to his business trips. He has to spoil his baby that’s always by his side.

He could possibly buy the world for you. Hell, he spoils you rotten.

He’s buying you Prada, Chanel, any brand you like. Just tell him and he’s buying it for you.

The cold type of sugar daddy that makes you beg for him to buy you something. He loves when you beg.

The type of sugar daddy to help put on your heels or any shoes on your feet.

When it’s your birthday, it’s never plain at the least. He’s always surprising you every time.

Your wardrobe is decked out in any outfits of fashion. Say thank you to him.

He always has reservations at the fanciest restaurants ever.

Buys your most expensive shit ever so you can flex how both have a good future husband.

[ameliora-j]

Hey, hope you're doing good today 🤠 a blurb or HC on Sugar Daddy!Hotch coming home to reader 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

hi baby !! i’ve missed you on my page 🥹 i’m doin good how are you ? 🩷

content: fluff, sugar daddy!hotch, sugar baby!reader, fem!reader, suggestive at the end, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

you sit on your large california king, painting your toes quietly. aaron was due home tomorrow night, and you wanted to make sure you were ready. you showered—shaving and exfoliating with all the expensive products that aaron had bought you. once you finished your shower, you had latered yourself in cocoa butter, and done your skincare routine.

you now have on your sheer pink fluffy robe—newest iphone propped up on your nail supply box as you facetime with aaron. your chin rests on your knee, funny bunny nail polish brush in hand as you delicately color your toes.

“why are you painting them yourself, princess? i would’ve sent money to get a pedicure” he frowns softly as he stops at a red light. he was in the car, driving back to the hotel for the night he had told you.

“i know daddy, jus wanted to pamper myself tonight” you explain, smiling softly at him. you gently fan your hand over the wet toes, attempting to dry them a bit before pushing them under the led light aaron got you after you complained about a nail tech not curing your nails correctly one time and needing to fix it.

he hums softly in understanding, turning his attention back to the road as the light turns green once more. “i miss you a lot” you pout softly.

“would you believe that i miss you even more, princess?” he smiles genuinely then, though still doesn’t look at you. you lean forward and snap a quick picture of him—his face illuminated by the gentle golden hour glow, smile dazzling in the sunlight.

your face heats a bit at his sentiment, and you smile softly. “jackers misses you too. jessica took him tonight, he fell asleep on the ride home from the waterpark and she told him she was making him monster pancakes in the morning” you giggle.

“oh yeah? did you ask for some monster pancakes too?” he teases, and you can’t deny that he looks undeniably sexy doing a simple task like driving as he pulls into a parking space.

“no, dickhead!” you giggle, throwing a paper towel at your phone screen.

he chuckles softly, humming a bit. “watch it, princess” he warns—gentle, but firm as he knows you’re only teasing. it’s a warning really, letting you know that you’re teetering close to the line.

“yes, daddy” you smile softly, and he hums a gentle ‘good girl’ as he gets out.

“i’m gonna head into the elevator soon, princess. so i’ll call you when i’m in the room, okay?” he smiles.

“okay, daddy. i love you” you smile.

“i love you too, gorgeous” he hums before hanging up.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ °

you have the tv turned up pretty loud, getting comfortable after you and aaron had hung up the phone. you knew that he was going to shower and settle in before calling again, so you had time to watch a bit more of your show.

once your toes had finished curing, you got everything pulled away and curled into your silk sheets, making yourself comfortable. the volume of the tv explains why you didn’t hear the door unlocked, and your focus on the show explains why you didn’t hear his shoes clicking up the stairs.

it was just getting to an intense part as aaron opened the door, the creaking of the hinges startling you a bit—causing you to jump. “aaron…” you gasp softly as you turn and see him.

“hi, pretty girl” he smiles softly. you stand from the bed, rushing over snd wrapping your arms around his middle in a tight hug. he hums in appreciation, hugging you back just as tight as he kisses your head. “missed you more than anything” he whispers, breathing in your scent.

it’s delicious. cocoa butter and a hint of vanilla—just you… home. “i missed you too” you murmur, leaning up and kissing his jaw. “you’re back early” you whisper, nuzzling against his chest.

“we finished early” he explains, rubbing a large, warm hand up your back. “wanted to surprise you” and he kisses your head once more. “well…since you just showered, how bout you let me cleaned up a bit, then we can cuddle and… make up for lost time” he smirks, squeezing your hip as he kisses your jaw.

“yeah daddy. that sounds good…” you hum softly, closing your eyes in pleasure as he nips your neck. “i’ll keep the bed warm for you” you whisper, smiling softly.

[hoosurdaddy]

18+

Sugar mommy!robin with a breeding

Tears streaked your cheek as your upper body was laying on the sheets, while your lower body was being gripped and bruised as Robin nails dug into your skin. “Shit, shit, shit” you whimpered as your hands gripped the pillows infront of you as Robin pounded you with her fake cock. “I can’t, mommy.”You whimpered. “You can and you will. You’re okay, bub.” Robin sighed as her cock rubbed against that spot that made your head silly:

Your back arched as you lightly thrusted yourself back to meet her thrusts. You suddenly found yourself crying and whimpering as Robin worked you through your second orgasm. Your cum tainted her cock, making Robin smirk. “Did you just cum baby?” Tired and in a haze of pleasure, you whimpered in reply.

Robin smirked as you shifted in his grip as he continued to fuck you like her personal fleshlight. “Cry all you want you dirty slut. Beg for mommy’s cum.” She laughed as she gave your ass a hard smack.

“Please, mommy. Please I want your cock so bad!" You babbled, as Robin barely pulled out before moving herself back in. You were feral, you wanted nothing more than Robin fucking you till you were raw. But Robin, she wanted to leave bruises, marks. You were her baby. Even as you buckled your hips back, it wasn’t enough for her.

Robin looked at your cunt as she continued to fuck you deeper and deeper, until you came again. This time Robin stopped, Watching the cum that surrounded her fake cock before thrusting again. “I’ll make you a mommy, that’s a promise.”

[selfishpresley]

Just finished one out of TWO of my sex scenes for Brooklyn baby!

Literally, if one person likes this I’m posting a snippet!!

[luludeluluramblings]

One thing I always wonder in Neglected! Reader scenarios that I haven’t seen anyone explore is Married/Single Mom! Reader. It’s drama and angst potential.

Like Reader having a boyfriend and getting pregnant while still living in the Wayne manor, and everyone just takes a little too long to figure out. Maybe they do find out early with the morning sickness and whatnot but the thought of Bruce looking at Reader like 6 months pregnant and being like “Wait a minute… 🤨” and Reader wasn’t even trying to hide it that much.

And same scenario except Reader moved out either while pregnant or got pregnant after, Batfam forgets all about them and when fate does bring them together (like the Bruce/Selina wedding concept) she is literally about to pop or has a whole baby with her. Cue Bruce (and later everyone else) losing his shit because omg??? 😧 that’s his first grandchild and he had no idea!!

… And then if the Reader is married in this scenario, makes it all the more complicated (she didn’t invite anyone to her wedding? what do you mean Alfred attended when we had no idea?). Everyone is straight up hostile towards her spouse (Damian, Bruce and Jason are insufferable) and safe to say he won’t be around for long. Single mom Reader though, the amount of emotional manipulation about kids needing a family and father figures and you should move back in so everyone can help with the baby… Yeah.

Platonic!Yandere!Batfam x SugarBaby!Reader x Older!Husband

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A/N:OOOOO, I have something I was working on that I was having fun with that you might like!

A/N:Neglected!Reader with Older!Husband. (It's husband because it's based of that meme Your daughter calls me daddy, too. And, Reader is Female, because we're making a baby in here.)

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You, sweet thing, do the typical thing and run off from home, once you turn the legal age. Checking in with Alfred on occasion, but just living your best life. Only, in typical fashion, all those years of neglect lead to severe daddy issues. And, a minor itty bitty attraction to older men.

You get lucky though because you manage to find a fine one that loves to spoil his baby girl with vacations and spa days. All the best for his baby. He loves taking you places and showing you a good time. So, it's no wonder he plans a Babymoon for you when you're expecting your first child. Anything for you.

Unfortunately, Daddy gets called into work right before the vacation. And, despite you insisting you stay, he makes you go and promises to join you as soon as possible.

(No, the man isn't cheating. He just gotta make the money for his baby.)

You have a good time, pregnant on the beach. Getting massages and spa treatments. Video calling your husband every time the baby kicks and flutters.

Unfortunetly, even though you haven't used the Wayne name since you've been married, some drug lords recognize you and decide to ransom you. Dragging you back to Gotham in your little sundress the just so hides your baby bump.

Gotham media runs with the story. Lost Wayne heiress held hostage. No one is ignoring that.

The bat's pull off a daring rescue, but you being stubborn, try to escape on your own. Fearing for your baby's life if they just happen to chose not to come. They never came when you were little, why would they come now.

You happen to injure yourself while escaping. But, manage to make it to an on scene ambulance while the Bats take care of the thugs. You happen to faint on the way to the hospital, leaving the doctor's discover you pregnancy.

Already the media is surrounding the hospital for the most drama filled story of the year. Thankfully, the paramedics have some compassion in hide the bump when rolling you into the ER.

With the media's attention, your husband flies into Gotham and makes it to the hospital just in time to ask the nurse where you are in front of Bruce.

Bruce, of course, bristles when a man his age burst in the hospital demanding to see you, but is using the wrong last name. The nurse saying only family can see you.

"That's my daughter," Bruce will say. Assuming this man is trying to claim you as his. But, he already did.

Making Bruce, the family, the nurses, the patients, and the reporter who managed to sneak in freeze when he says, "That's my wife."

Imagine the doctor that just finished checking on you and your baby walking in right after announcing that you were both okay. The look on Bruce's face when he realizes that this man, his age, not only married you, but had the audacity to put a baby in you.

Even better, the smug way your husband looks at Bruce when he brushes past him to follow the nurse to your room because husband beats father and you demanded to see him.

The drama that follows is going to be legendary.

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A/N: I had this idea jotted down and fluffed it up just for this. I'm not sure you wanna know who I had in mind for Reader's husband. (Dude is from another franchise.) But, the thought of him interacting with Bruce as the guy who married Bruce's daughter and knocked her up, delights me in such a visceral way.

[brxttydevil]

Anything for you TeddyBear

Pairings: Sugar Daddy! Katsuki Bakugou x Sugar Baby! Reader

Summary: Bakugou is the CEO of a vast company that he can spoil his lover any way they want. He can fire anyone that messes with his lover.

Warnings: sexual harassment after that pure fluff

You were walking down to the building that is owned by your sugar daddy. Some of the women in the place wanted to date him even you. But due to the settled contract, you two cannot date each other. Every contract gets broken one way or another.

When you walked inside you were met by Felicity, his secretary, she is always annoyed by everyone. She was busy on her phone when you got closer to her.

"What do you want?" She didn't bother looking up from her phone. She just turned around to face where your voice was coming from.

"I am here to see Katsuki."

"Let me see if he is asking for visitors." She finally got off her phone grabbed the telephone, and dialed his number. She waited for a few seconds until she got a hold of him. "Hello, Mr.Bakugou."

"What do you want?"

"Someone wanted to talk to you."

"Bring them up here."

"Okay." She motioned towards you to the elevator. "Go up the elevator and press the five on the thing. His office is at the end of the hallway."

"I know." You walked towards the elevator and pressed five.

When you made it up to the floor you walked out. Some of his workers stared at you. Others were too busy to even notice you. Before you were able to reach the door of his office, a man stopped in front of you.

"What a beauty like you doing up here?" He got closer to you. You stepped back a little.

"I am here to see Kat and if you excuse me." You were going to punch him but held yourself back.

He let you go but he slapped your ass when you passed him. When you turned back you saw him have a sly smirk on his face. Before you were able to say something you heard a familiar voice.

"Now what the hell were you doing?!" Katsuki put you behind him as he went closer to the man.

"Nothing boss." His voice quickly changed from his flirty tone to a scared child.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me. I know what the fuck you did to my baby." Katsuki was angrier than he usually is. "If you ever want to be able to have a job you better get out of my fucking building. I want you gone from any workplace. I wonder what your wife would think if she heard her husband is harrasing other women. You lucky I could get filed with an assault otherwise you would be in the hospital by now."

The man was really scared but immediately went to his desk and packed everything before Katsuki can do anything to him. Kat sighed before going back to you. "Are you okay?" You was still in shocked of what happened that you just nodded your head. He took you inside of his office and shut the door behind him.

He had you on his lap while he rubbed your back. He gave you a few kisses here and there. He wanted to comfort you any way he can. So he went on your favorite shop and let you buy anything to get your mind off what happened. He wasn't going to let the guy go scot free. He had something else planned.

You picked out a few outfits that you really loved and let him pay for all of the them. He didn’t care he loved spoiling his sugar baby. But something else you wanted. To actually be with him. You know he doesn’t got any other sugar babies other than you.

“You want to try those on for me when we get them?” He smirked and rubbed your inner thigh.

“Yes sir.” You already felt your wetness pooling on his pants.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

for a prompt? 3 words sugar mommy agatha... perhaps ✨️feelings✨️ are involved fluff? smut? idk (sorry this is vague)

Please Mommy?

Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Sugar baby!fem!reader

Summary: You're such a good girl for Mommy and good girls get rewarded.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R calls A Mommy, A calls R Princess, Fingering, strap use, degradation, Agatha teasing you while on the phone, oral fixation

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: This honestly felt so sweet to write~

Your eyes sparkled as you looked through the window of a shop on Broadway. You were looking at all the pretty rings they had you’d always loved to accessories with rings adorning your fingers. Your tongue poked out ever so slightly as you smiled looking over the different rings, they had a whole line of Disney princess inspired rings and before you could even ask you felt an arm around your waist, a small squeak coming out of you as she pulled you against her.

“See something you like princess?” You smiled up at her, she loved seeing you so happy. The two of you had started this relationship close to a year ago and at first you were hesitant to ask for things. Soon enough though you became more comfortable with outright asking and Agatha had no problem saying no if she felt you didn’t deserve something.

Today the two of you were out because Agatha had been away and you had been so well behaved in her absence that she promised she’d treat you to a special day.

“They just have so many pretty rings Mommy!” You turned your attention back to the rings glistening in the sunlight. You looked over all of them and then one caught your eye, it was a ring that wasn’t closed a round diamond on one side and the other was a tetragonal. “Ooo Mommy that one!” You called out excitedly. She followed your finger and smiled.

“Okay princess let’s go inside and get you one your size.” You did a little wiggle in happiness at the prospect of getting a new ring.

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After many hours of being out in Time Square you and Agatha arrived back at her home, well it was slowly becoming yours as well little bits of you littered everywhere from throw blankets, to clothes, to your Nintendo switch.

Before Agatha could even stop you you were wiggling out of your ‘outside’ clothes and into one of her shirts that looked more like a night gown on you as you curled yourself up on the couch ready to recharge your social battery.

“Did you have a good time princess?” Agatha asked taking care of the mess you left behind knowing now wasn’t the time to reprimand.

“Yes Mommy thank you for everything.” You responded with a yawn.

“I think it’s nap time darling. Close your pretty eyes now Mommy will wake you up soon.” You gave a sleepy smile as you closed your eyes.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes calling out, “Mommy?” You got no response as you looked around. Grumbling you got up bringing your blanket with you. As you headed upstairs towards her office you could hear her talking on the phone with someone which explains why she didn’t answer. You slip your way into her office and she smiles at you gesturing you to come over.

You happily make your way over leaving your blanket on the couch she has in her office to sit her her lap. You happily sit there playing with a fidget she keeps on her desk for you as she carries on her conversation until you feel her hand move onto your thigh. You look back, but she moves her hand to face you back forward, moving her hand back to your thigh. She rubs and squeezes soon enough pushing her fingers against your clothed and very wet cunt. You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

She lets her fingers slip past your panties, running through your slick folds, kissing your shoulder blade gently as she pushes two fingers into you making you gasp and cover your mouth. You didn’t want her to stop and if you got too loud where the person she was talking with could hear you she’d leave you like that for the rest of the night.

You slowly moved your hips against her fingers which she so graciously allowed you. Small whimpers and mewls falling past your lips as she carried on teasing you as she continued her conversation and you could only hope it would end soon. If you didn’t ask for permission you weren’t allowed to cum. You could feel it building up so nicely and that’s when you heard it,

“Alright this was a productive call. We’ll carry out with it on Monday Wanda. I’ll see you then. Buh-bye dear.” Before you could think Agatha stood up, bending you over her desk, fingers pumping in and out of you roughly.

“Ahhh Mommy!” You squeaked out.

“Such a little slut, you were already so wet for Mommy. Did it turn you on that I was on the phone? That she might hear you?” Agatha teased, gripping her other hand into your hair, pulling roughly as you let out a loud moan.

“Yes Mommy! Yes! I was good though! She didn’t hear me!”

“That’s right princess she didn’t which means you get to cum.” Suddenly her fingers left you, you whined at the loss. “Shhh don’t worry Mommy is going to fill you up.” You perked up, looking behind you to see her pulling out your favorite thick purple strap that you had picked out.

“Mmmm please Mommy!” You wiggled your butt making her chuckle.

“Such good manners princess, but Mommy was already giving it to you. No need to beg more.” She spoke as she lined herself up, slowly pushing into you until she bottomed out and you you feel the fake cock fill you up completely as you moaned out. “You can cum whenever you want princess you’ve been so good all day for Mommy.”

“Thank you Mommy! Thank you!” You cried out as she pounded into you until you’re tightening and cumming around her strap. You fall back against the desk. Slowly she pulls out and this time you groan at the loss as you clench around nothing.

“Shhh Mommy’s got you Princess. Let’s go get you a nice bubble bath.” You nod dumbly as she helps get you up and cling onto her as she gets the bath ready. Once you two are in the bath you search for her hand until you find it. She already knows what you’re looking for as she holds out her pointer and middle finger. You let your lips wrap around them, sucking gently.

“You are my precious little princess, you know that?” She asks softly and you nod, leaning back against her, closing your eyes.

“I love you Mommy...” You mumble hesitantly. Feelings weren’t supposed to be a thing and yet here you were saying the ultimate phrase. You couldn’t help it, it was the truth and Mommy always encourages you to tell the truth. She was quiet for a moment. She tapped lightly on your tongue, her signal for you to release and as much as you didn’t want to you did. You let her fingers go and she tilted your face back towards her as she pulled you into a soft kiss.

“Say that again.” She husked against your lips, kissing you again and again until you let the words slip out once more. This time against her lips,

“I love you Mommy.”

“Again.”

“I love you.” The kisses didn’t stop, you were pulled into her, completely pressed against her,

“Again.”

“I love you Agatha.” You heard and felt her moan into the kiss at the use of her name. You rarely used it anymore, but now felt like a moment to use it.

“I love you Princess. I love you Y/N.” She pulled away and looked you in the eyes. “I know we said no feelings, but how could I not fall for a precious little thing like you Princess?” Agatha smiled and kissed you again.

“I couldn’t ask for a better Mommy...you’re so good to me all of the time even when I’m a brat. How could I not love someone as loving and caring as you Mommy?”

The two of you spent a little extra time in the tub that night. The water going cold before you two finally stepped out. Agatha got you put into a new pair of panties and a different shirt of hers that you proudly wore. You loved being hers and she loved knowing you were hers. The two of you cuddled up under the sheets as you sucked on her fingers and she gave you kisses on top of your head until both of you fell asleep.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Freebie :) for whatever is in your head :D

Please Enjoy one almost smut.

Logan walked into the apartment and frowned slightly, it was quiet and that was weird. He didn't expect you to be at his beck and call exactly, but... he'd gotten used to having you home when he got there. And when you weren't it felt wrong.

Still.

You were young. And you had friends. And a day job you didn't need. One you kept to fill your time while he was away on missions. That he understood. You were too smart to just lay around and look pretty all day long with your tits out. Even if you could and he enjoyed the odd day when you did, sending him racy pictures to rile him up.

So he did what he did BEFORE he had you to do it. Got his own drink and lit his own cigar, grumbling to himself about it. For a moment he debated calling you, seeing where you were. Checking on you. But he dismissed the idea.

It was still early. And it was the middle of the week. Maybe you did go out for a while, getting your nails done or something. He shrugged to himself and tutted. "Girls," he grumbled, without any real heat.

He'd been alive a long time. And you weren't his first sugar baby. Sure- some of them liked to run around, but you weren't that type. Too sweet. You told him if you were going out with work friends always who and where; and he knew because early on he checked. More out of curiosity than anything. You stayed with your girl group and came home giggly and more drunk than he liked but... you were young. This was probably just shopping or something.

The sound of bags rustling and footsteps made him cock his head as he exhaled a cloud of smoke and he glanced at the clock, turning the stereo down just slightly. "Princess?" he called

"You're home!" you yelp, dropping bags with a metallic thud, "Shit, Carla and I went to yoga and then I went to find a new pan for-"

Logan hauled himself out of his chair with a smirk and crossed the floor to you, "I figured you were just out doin' whatever it is pretty girls do when they got a free afternoon and some extra money, bub." He kissed you hello and stroked your back affectionately.

"Sorry, Lo, I know you like it when I'm home when you get here." You scritch lightly at the back of his neck and bite your lip nervously. Hoping he's not annoyed.

He closed his eyes slightly and dropped his head when you scratch at his neck and rumbled wordlessly before whistling softly, "New nails too? You had a busy day."

"And I got a pedicure. And a present for you."

"For me?" He looked at you and quirked an eyebrow, pulling you closer, "What kind of present, Princess? Pans are nice but-"

"That's for me to know and you to find out later," you hum, standing on your toes and tugging at him slightly to make him bend down so you can kiss his cheek. "But first, I need to get a shower. Ugh I've been running all day and between that and Yoga I am gross."

"Princess," Logan said warningly as you start to pull away. "You know what happens when you tease me."

"Shower first, then dinner, then present," you pout. "I'm stinky and hungry. I'm not teasing. I'm building dramatic tension."

He folded his arms across his chest and smirked at you. He could see the mischief in your eyes despite your protest and weighed his options. He could let you have this. Let you win this one and play this one little game with him- it WAS cute. And you weren't being a brat YET. You wanted his attention. That's what the nails and the 'present' were for. Making him feel special- you probably planned to be wearing it when he came home and now you had to pivot.

"Been waitn' for you all day," he mused. "I better let you get a shower and something in your belly now because once I get started you're not gettin' away from me until I decide we're done. Understood?"

And when your eyes light up and you nod, trying not to smile- still trying to pout for him, he smirks. That's his girl. He could let you win this one. Let you fuss over him, even if he didn't mind when you smelled like sweat and salt. He could take you right there if you wanted. But, if you wanted to play your little game and be admired a little first, he wasn't going to complain.

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Dinner was agony. Even if you didn't tease him. You fussed over him, making sure he got enough to eat and making sure he had a drink and a cigar. Kisses and rubbing his neck and shoulders- Christ it felt good.

Like it did every time you did it for him. Idealized domesticity, he knew. But- you did it because you liked doing it for him. And he loved you doing it. But finally, when you started clearing plates, he stopped you, "I was promised a present," he rumbled, pulling you down for a kiss that he knew would make your knees go weak.

"I'm not teasing I just-"

"I know," he soothed, stroking your side. He did know. This was just for him. A little bit of extra fussing. Extra attention. Making him feel good. "Being so sweet to me today, Princess," he praised. "Being a good girl. Gonna keep being good for me, huh?"

The praise hits where he wants. You need it today. And when you swallow hard, nodding mutely he pats your hip, "Go on, bub. Go wrap it all up for me and make it pretty."

And when you scamper off, he takes a drag of his cigar and grins; exhaling a cloud of smoke before going to start the dishes. Anything to give you some time and ignore the ache in his groin.

By the time he has the last spoon in the dishwasher, he can hear the rapid beat of your heart in the doorway. And the scent of arousal hits his nose and it's all he can do not to whip around with a growl and force himself to move slowly.

It would be a shame to ruin all your hard work.

But hell if he doesn't want to throw you on the bed and tear that flimsy little confection to bits as he fucks you full of his come until you can't think. "I didn't think it was my birthday," he mused. "Or an anniversary. What's the occasion, Princess?" He stepped closer. Stalking forward hungrily.

"I-I thought you'd like it," you murmur.

"You were right," he hummed. Pink. Sheer. Pushing your breasts forward and somehow leaving nothing and everything and everything to the imagination. Straps falling from your shoulders. You even put on makeup and heels. "Christ... You got horny just putting this on for me, didn't you?"

You bite your lip and look up at him, "A little."

"Such a sweet little thing," he purred, pulling you towards him as he dropped into his chair. "So sweet to me."

"You've been busy. And stressed so-"

"So my princess wanted to make it all better huh?" he hummed, stroking the ruffled on your backside and giving you a loving pat. "Wanted to make me forget all about it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I think I forgot," he said grinning, "And I think it's time for bed."

[chlmtsdoll]

i would love to see mood boards about reader and art or just readers aesthetic that would be so cute !!

OMG YES. Aesthetics are my thing bestie !!

Let’s start with Art x my kind of reader ;) preppy pink park avenue princess on the tennis stars arm 🤍 or in other words, basically Art x Sugar baby mood board 🎀

Surprise trips around the world, bouquet of flowers waiting for your arrival at home, pre-warmed robes after a bath, dinners at upscale five star restaurants, your dream designer bags and jewelry, plus a ring to sit pretty on your finger. Art was always one step ahead of keeping you, his adorned princess, the happiest girl in the world. ♡

[munsonology]

im not sure how this works but my top picks would be sugar daddy!eddie/reader or a classic cowboy!eddie/girlie

omg!!! so for smuterday we can talk about literally anything! i just made a list to get started

i haven't talked about sugar daddy!eddie in a while teehee. corroded coffin had a few albums in the late 80s/90s before breaking up for good. Eddie invested his money in numerous night clubs in LA, Vegas, New York and Miami.

he's had numerous girlfriends over the years, never been married.

he meets you when you're at one of his night clubs. he watches you with your friends from the vip section. the way your dress moved, sliding up your thighs when you danced. he motioned to one of his guards. "bring her to me," he says.