#wrestling sugar daddy

[writeandsurvive]

Poster for WWE Backlash France. It's an absolute beauty.

I can't believe I won't be going - this is FIVE fucking hours away from me - but damnit the cheapest seats were gone in seconds, and I'm too poor for the more expensive ones. 😭

I'll be watching anyways, and I know my people, my friends will let their voice be heard. ✨

Also, the fact that our two french announcers of +20 years will be ringside is the cherry on top. Most wrestling fans in France grew up with them, and they created some popular catchphrases for us, and I hope the audience will scream some of them 🥺❤️

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

The Fun Kind of Sparring

Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

Minors do ¡NOT! interact. This is not for you.

A/N: I haven’t seen the Boys and won’t BUTT that finale, amirite??? So in honor of the glorious return of Jensen Ackles, maybe the finest man who’s ever existed- seriously, when the aliens invade, show them him and they’ll be besotted by his beauty- I wrote this for all y’all SB lovers. Just note that I do not endorse any of this man’s actions, and if you do… the fuck?

I think it goes without saying but this is not my picture, it belongs to EW. (Too tired to make icons 💪)

Anyways, icons by me and all interaction-especially commentary- is appreciated!

Content/Content Warning: straight filth. The mouth on this man is crazy. Diddle that skittle.

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It really had just been sparring. A little one on one, if you will. Me and Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy and me.

If it were anyone else, being pinned down to the ground would be the opposite of erotic. It would be annoying, and I’d be flailing around, trying to hit my partner in the balls.

But with Soldier Boy? We’d been skirting around each other since The Boys broke him out. Well, that’s a lie. I’ve been skirting around him, he’s made it more than a little obvious that he’s into me. I don’t know if it’s that he just wants a quick lay or what, but because I’m unfortunately attracted to him, I don’t really care.

Especially right now, when I’m pinned under him on the gym mat.

“Y’know, we shouldn’t do this,” I stall, no meaning behind my words.

“Sure, sweetheart,” he humors me. His lips are mere inches away from mine, his hair falling against my forehead. And I think I’m drunk on the scent of his pungent aftershave.

“I mean, you’re like, what, 103?” I ponder aloud, trying to distract myself from the fact that the Soldier Boy is rested over me in a plank, shirtless. That I can feel his warm breath on my face. That it smells like peppermints.

“104, actually, sweets,” he corrects. He’s had this shot-eating grin plastered on his face since he managed to wrestle me down, because like me, he knows exactly how this is going to end. But unlike me, he’s not remotely hesitant about showing it. And because he’s a jerk, he’s making me make the first move. But I’m not ready quite yet.

“104, right,” I mutter. “Older than my grandpa.”

“Smart girl,” he just goes along with everything I’m saying, letting me stall. The mischievous glint in his emerald colored eyes never ceases.

I nod slowly. “You are a very attractive grandpa,” I state, my tone far away as if I’m talking about him while he isn’t on top of me. Ohhh do I want him on top. You know what I mean.

“Thanks, sugar. But I think I’d prefer ‘Daddy’ if we’re going for the titles,” he says cheekily, still making no moves. I on the other hand am blushing the brightest red. Between the nicknames and Daddy, it’s too much to handle.

“O-oh,” I stutter, swallowing thickly. “Noted. But, uh, aren’t you more into… more mature women?”

“I believe all women are mature. I don’t discriminate, sweets,” he says, his shit-eating grin somehow eating more shit.

“Very feminist of you,” I say sarcastically.

“Damn straight,” he agrees.

I bite my lower lip. “You’re very experienced, right?”

“Not to toot my own horn or anything, but yes, I’d say so,” I can tell that he can tell that I can tell that this is volatile, just moments from going somewhere.

“Okay, so I guess my last question is this: how would you go about it. Y’know? With someone that you hypothetically wouldn’t treat as someone you paid for? That you’re sort of friends with?” I have to know. I’m too nervous for him not to lay it out plain and simple for me, I need to mentally prepare myself.

“Well, firstly, I think I’d have to know my girl likes it,” he gives me a pointed look.

“Your hypothetical girl,” I correct.

“Sure, my hypothetical girl,” he agrees. How has he not broken a single sweat this entire time? He’s been in a plank over me for the last however long it’s been and it doesn’t even affect him??

Quit getting distracted.

“Maybe she likes it rough. She wants to feel it for a few days,” I suggest, feeling my stomach knot at the notion. I’d been consistently growing wetter since he put me under him, and my arousal shows no signs of stopping.

“Okay, so I’d give it to her rough. Work her up until she’s begging for it… maybe I’ll- I mean, I’d- use my mouth first, taste her pretty pussy before I get my dick wet.” It’s all I can do not to moan at the dirty words falling out of his plush lips. Not to mention his honeyed transatlantic 50s accent… I’m so fucked. In so many ways. “Probably get her to come at least once, cause I’m sure she tastes as sweet as she looks.”

“Uh huh,” I mumble, the sound coming out higher than it should as I look at him with wide, attentive eyes.

“Don’t get me wrong, even before then I’d be marking her up and down. So that way everyone can see who made her feel so good, who got her walking so funny,” he backtracks. And again, the notion is far too good to be true. But the promise in his voice? It’s real. “I’d have to get her ready for my cock, stretch her out with my fingers. Start with one, but she’d be so wet that that wouldn’t even do anything. She’d be begging for more if I just did two, so I’ll give her three, make that needy cunt happy,” he muses. And it’s so, so erotic. And I’m ready to just lean up and kiss him, make him do all the things he says. But I’m captivated by his words, his narration- I think I could come from it alone. “I don’t know if I’d let her come again then. Because I think she’d be begging for my dick with how good my fingers feel stuffed in her tight pussy.”

Mother. Fucking. Hell. Oh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He shouldn’t be real. These words should be banned from his vocabulary, because I am on fire right now.

“Where do you think this hypothetical girl would want me to come?” he asks out of curiosity, smirking. Probably at the way I’m looking at him like a bitch in heat.

“In her,” I mumble.

“In her where?” he asks smugly, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.

“Ben,” I whine in protest.

“Oh, c’mon, tell me,” he chides. “For the sake of the story.”

“In my-her-pussy,” I answer in a breathy whisper.

“Good girl,” he praises, and it’s all I can do not to keen. I have to be soaked through my shorts by now, there’s no way. “Well, what I’d do next… that’s simple. I’d fuck her until she cried, and then I’d keep going. And I’d keep going until the only thing she can remember is my name, until she’s gooey and clingy and a sweet little fucked out thing, all for me,” he finishes, his grin from before returning back to his face. I’m losing it. I can’t think straight. And yet- he’s still waiting for me to make the first move. Son of a bitch.

“O-okay,” I clear my throat, unable to find my senses. “And if that hypothetical girl was me?” We both know it’s me, I just need to hear it.

“Well in that case I think I’d be the luckiest bastard who ever lived,” he says sincerely, looking at me with a gaze that can only be described as pure adoration and lust. Yep. That’s it for me. I lean up and kiss him with as much force as I can muster.

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In the meantime… want more Soldier Boy?? Try Taming The Supe <3

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

Soap, bursting into the rec room out of breath, seeing only Price and Gaz there, and yells: "Ghost's favorite candy are sugar daddies"

Ghost, tackling him from behind: "they're sugar BABIES you godless heathen, now THROW UP THE DRYER SHEET"

Soap, wrestling for his life: "it's a prank, it's candy floss I promise"

Ghost: "lies and slander, someone help!"

Price and Gaz: *leave the room*

[sukunasteeth]

A03- Sukunasteeth

Chapter Fics

The Pleasure's All Mine - In Progress

OneShots

Stitches

Insomnia

Sugar Daddy Coded

Your First Time on Sukuna's Bike

Wrestle Me

Marks

Taking Care of a Tired Sukuna

Sukuna Dyes His Hair

Picking You Up From Work

Drabbles

Giving Sukuna Butterflies

Sukuna Takes Good Care

Sukuna Makes You Melt in His Lap

[ariaste]

so i'm reading Interview With the Vampire for the first time in twenty years and this shit is SO FUCKING FUNNY like. god.

like there you are, being louis, having your beautiful elegant grief over the death of your brother and this random vampire partially eats you on your doorstep one night and then rocks up the next night pretending to be a Really Cool Elegant Suave Guy like "bonjouuuuur do u want to be a vampire [drapes self elegantly all over the room] i could do that for you" and then you're like "wow okay [privately noticing all the hot things about him]" and then he makes you a vampire and you're like "wow he is holding me like a lover and i have some unspecified Feelings about it, he is radiant, he is so beautiful, golly" and then to everyone's disappointment but particularly yours, this allegedly cool suave elegant vampire proceeds to immediately drop the act and reveal that he is the least cool person who has genuinely ever existed, in fact he is absolutely intolerable and a Whole Ass Moron, and all you can do is stare in incredulity and mounting contempt as he blithely installs his REAL DAD in your house without asking or even communicating in advance that he HAD a dad (you are bewildered to discover that vampires have dads or at least this weirdo does for some reason???), and starts spending your money like he's the sugar baby in this situation (and to your horror you realize that he IS ACTUALLY THE SUGAR BABY IN THIS SITUATION, HOW DID HE CON YOU INTO THIS) and you're immediately like "fuck fuck fuck fuck i've made a huge mistake" and start keeping an eye out for any local vampire divorce lawyers and making a mental note of every single wrong he commits so that a couple centuries later you can bitch about them to a random reporter you just met like

oh the bitching, oh the sass. "had he any native intelligence" i'm crying. "characteristic lack of common sense" not even the common sense god gave a gnat, yeah wow ur right. "i was tempted to say 'yes you are', but I didn't" YOU SHOULD HAVE, BABE, YOU WERE JUSTIFIED god the moral high ground here is two inches high

And then there's this whole tangent about "yeah and then after a while Lestat got this fang-crush on this random neighbor boy -- you know, like when you see a random neighbor boy and you reeaaaaaally want to eat him?? anyway i told him not to eat the neighbor boy, including physically wrestling him in the rain to keep him from pouncing on the neighbor boy while the neighbor boy was having a little rapier duel with someone, but lestat was wily and slippery and uh well that was it for the neighbor boy" like god lestat is so fucking stupid (affectionate), he's LITERALLY going around louis' house like ":) wow you have nice plates. and glasses! I miss glasses. wait i know I'LL PUT A RAT IN THE GLASS [hunts around in the grass for a rat while Louis watches in bewilderment from the window] [gets a rat] [pours the rat into the glass] [elegant sip] [complains that it gets cold too fast] [inexplicably smashes the glass when he's done with it?????? for vibes i guess?????]" the exasperation. the outrage. this is not what Louis signed up for. he thought HE was going to be the sugar baby. he thought he was getting swept off his feet and Romanced and shit. where is the hot vampire who was like "oooh louis let's be together forever" and why has he been replaced with this blond moron in his house, breaking his THINGS, having a dad who he yells at???? and being very polite to guests actually

like. pals Lestat was the original cringefail emo poser boyfriend and none of us deserve to stand in his presence. Louis is so embarrassed to have ever associated with him. this book is a comedy.

tbh tho raise a glass for lestat tho who wiggled his lil self into New Orleans like "step one, find sugar daddy to keep track of my money :))))) and marry him" like yeah he's embarrassing to know but to his credit the man DOES know how to invent and execute a plan with impressive efficiency while vastly outmaneuvering anyone with allegedly more common sense, so who's the real moron in this situation, hm???

[guiltyasdave]

the pedrolympics

daphne @sizzlingcloudmentality and i are spending our days watching the olympic games and we got to thinking… which sports would the pedro boys compete in? (there might have also been tequila involved in the decision making)

pre outbreak joel - football (…soccer) because of sarah

post outbreak joel - shooting, for obvious reasons

tim rockford - rowing, that’s where the obscenely broad shoulders come from

marcus acacius - triathlon, because swimming in the seine would add to the grime so nicely

max phillips - swimming, because it seems like the fuckboy thing to do

marcus pike - table tennis, self explanatory

lucien flores - surfing, it’s the flowing shirt and the soft beach waves

frankie morales - wrestling. just picture it

ezra - canoe slalom, in the paralympics

marcus moreno - decathlon, because he can do everything

dave york - tennis. daphne mentioned the grunts and moans we’d get to hear. jana died.

agent whiskey - eventing. riding horses so we can ride the cowboy

javier peña - beach volleyball, in tiny shorts

javi gutierrez - artistic swimming, he’s got the moves for sure and picture him in a swimming cap 🥹

pero tovar - judo, he knows how to use his hands and body

oberyn martell - diving & gymnastics, because he’s a show off that can do both. also the shoulders

maxwell lord - fencing, rich people sport but cooler than golfing

din djarin - rugby. the thighs. he can run. he can jump. he has experience in holding onto a green baby shaped like a rugby ball.

dio morrissey - skateboarding, wearing all black

comandante veracruz - sport climbing. also hosts knife throwing competitions in the olympic village.

clint - boxing. again, just look at him

reed richards - golfing. he’s a distinguished gentleman okay. could also be accused of cheating in most other sports

unnamed materialists sugar daddy - dressage, he knows how to make you… stay in line (we don’t know what’s wrong with us)

dieter bravo - manages the team’s social media account. he’s a star on tiktok

let us know your takes! 🫶🏻

[tossawary]

This is a very niche fic idea that I have no solid intention of actually writing, but... "Naruto" has more than a few self-insert fics and some of them are transmigrations into canon characters. Some of them are about OCs who do not want to be a ninja and are desperately trying to get out of it. There's usually some deliciously frustrating tragedy and horror about the brutal and inescapable military system of Konoha.

So, I thought that it would be kind of interesting to do an OC-insert into Sasuke, probably ultimately more comedic than angsty, as the OC tries to fail out of having to become a ninja, but then has to struggle against the fact that a civilian Sasuke would probably be expected to start a new Uchiha clan ASAP. (They probably have to concede to at least becoming a genin for the benefits of legal adulthood of some kind at 12 years old, even if it means being a part of the damn military.)

But even if the OC would personally love to be a parent someday, they cannot condone participating in what's essentially a breeding program for a new generation of Sharingan-wielding super-soldiers. Children who are probably going to be chewed up and spat out by Konoha someday too.

I think it would be neat to have a character treat the Sharingan like a genetic disorder that they don't want a child to suffer. I think it would have been interesting if canon Sasuke had also wrestled with the idea of letting the Sharingan die out. Fuck it, he'll adopt if he wants to be a dad someday. I also think it would be funny to have an OC-insert whose goal is to get a secret vasectomy (body autonomy!) without the leadership of Konoha finding out.

Sasuke, as soon as Sakura becomes a medical nin: "I need you to do me a huge secret favor and NOT be weird about it."

Sakura, also still currently a teenager: "You're asking me to CASTRATE YOU, AT HOME, IN SECRET, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT BE WEIRD ABOUT THIS?!"

(And there's the whole fucking issue of the "Naruto" universe having cloning, so, no, a vasectomy isn't a solid guarantee of getting out of this. But it might buy Sasuke a few years to figure out how to avoid the mad science route too if anyone tries to force marriage on him at any point.)

Even throwing aside the issue of children, even in an AU where the OC-Insert is cool with having bio children, I think it would be really funny to have a Transmigrator Sasuke announcing outright in the first Team 7 meeting that his dream is to retire super early and become a shinobi tradwife to a super strong ninja.

Kakashi: "...What?"

Sasuke, possibly talking out of his ass to troll his team and because he's already spitefully exhausted: "I said what I said. I'm the only Uchiha left to pass on my clan's techniques, so my dream is to be a stay-at-home ninja, supported by a super strong spouse who can protect my family."

I think this would break Naruto and Sakura's brains. ("Marry Hokage Naruto" is not the worst plan that a transmigrator could come up with, probably.) I think that this would be a super funny start to a Team 7 OT3 in which Naruto and Sakura become rivals for the position of Sasuke's shinobi sugar daddy/mommy. (Naruto doesn't consciously realize that he's competing for Sasuke's hand in marriage at first, but he gets it after a few years or so.)

Kakashi is... So Tired. Obito, are you seeing this shit??? What the fuck.

I know some OC-insert / SI-insert into Sasuke fics exist, I just think the funniest plot direction for a transmigrator in this situation would be to completely bail on both the "take revenge on Itachi" and "rebuild the Uchiha clan" dreams in the least macho ways available.

Also, what WOULD Itachi think of Sasuke abruptly deciding to give up on revenge and to become a house husband instead?

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

TAKE CARE OF YOU [3]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 4,501

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It's why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn't look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn't be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: I'm feeling Fridays for the update day, but i'm not married to that idea yet. also thank you for all the love this has seen so far!! I am so happy to know I'm not the only one that would sell my soul to have Joel Miller as my sugar daddy.]

03: YOU THINK MY VOICE IS PRETTY?

"the way his voice sounds, or the words he speaks, i can never decide what pulls me in more." -butterflies rising

‘Morning, sugar’.

You chuckled at the term of endearment and leaned back in your seat. The other people on the bus surrounding you were living their own lives as always. You recognized many of your routine bus neighbors. The woman who ate an onion bagel every single morning on her way to work, the man who still read an actual newspaper rather than use his phone, the brother and sister duo⏤only teens⏤ on their way to school. You wondered how these people classified you in their head. 

‘Morning to you too⏤’ You paused. Should you call him ‘daddy’ again? Saying it teasingly was one thing, but typing it somehow made it seem more permanent. Which was a stupid thought to have, but it was the one that plagued you nonetheless. You deleted your words and started again. ‘Morning! How⏤’ Again, you froze. Was the exclamation mark too much for this early in the morning? It was only yesterday that you made this deal with him and it would be sad for you to annoy him so early in the deal. Delete. Repeat. ‘Joel⏤’ Way too formal. Okay. You were officially over thinking this.

‘Hey! How’s your morning going?’

The moment you hit send that dumb little anxiety riddled voice at the back of your head tried to criticize your choice of words and you had to wrestle it back down. Almost immediately you saw the text bubble of dots pop up as he typed.

‘Great. First meeting got canceled. You?’

It was marginally funny to you that the man who owned this huge company seemed so dead set on avoiding meetings. Plus, it was kind of cute that he was more comfortable in flannel than suits.

‘Just on the bus heading to work!’

The text bubble popped up immediately, then disappeared, then came back, then disappeared once more. As you waited for it to return, his name filled the entire screen as he called you. Your eyes widened in surprise. After getting past your shock, you answered, “Uh, hi.”

“Sorry, repeat that for me.” Joel’s voice was nearly drowned out by a bunch of noise that you’d have to guess dealt with some kind of construction. “You’re on the ‘what’ heading ‘where’?”

“Bus? Work?” You replied in confusion.

Joel cleared his throat and he must have been moving since the noise simmered down. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you said, darlin’. Can I ask why?” The sound that left your mouth was a good representation of your broken brain. “Because I’m pretty sure you and I made a deal yesterday. Didn’t we?”

“We did.” You said slowly. “But⏤”

“Darlin’⏤”

“In my defense, I can’t just quit work. I respect Henry too much. I have to at least give him a two weeks notice so he can find a replacement.” You argued. Even if Henry wasn’t someone you considered family you’d still feel obliged to quit the correct way. Still, maybe that was something you should’ve mentioned yesterday before the two of you parted ways. “Sorry, Joel.”

He let out a small sigh. “There’s no need to be sorry. I understand. You’re too responsible for your own good.” You chuckled. “But the bus? The bus?”

You had to resist the urge to laugh at how insulted he was at the prospect of you on public transportation. You glanced over your shoulder out the window to see how far from work you were. “Well, ubers and taxis are so expensive from my house to the bakery. Plus, I have a bus card!”

“Bus card?” Joel repeated. His incredulous voice took an amused tone. “Sugar, you got daddy’s credit card.” Your eyes widened and you felt your entire face burn as heat filled your cheeks. As if somebody would be listening in, you glanced around at the people sitting near you. Joel chuckled, the sound low and deep, “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“I, uh, I⏤ That’s a good point.” You cleared your throat. “It felt silly using the card for something like an Uber or taxi though. You know?”

“Nothin’ is too silly. I want you to use that card. All the time. Understand?”

“I understand.”

“I understand…” Joel repeated with enunciation at the end. Waiting for something. Waiting for…

“I’m on the bus.” You whispered into the phone, in shock, while covering your mouth.

Joel hummed. “Oh, I know. Now. I understand…”

You chewed on your lower lip, glanced around, then whispered into the phone quickly, “I understand, daddy.”

“Sorry, sugar. Couldn’t quite hear you there. Must be because of how loud and hectic that bus is.”

Your lips curled up into a broad grin as your face continued to burn. He cleared his throat to urge you on, and you shook your head with a slight chuckle. You blew out an amused breath and repeated yourself. “Yes. I understand, daddy.” 

An older woman sitting to your left shot you a curious glance and you sunk in your seat, and turned toward the window to laugh. You could hear Joel’s breathy laugh over the line as well. Joel spoke up, “That’s better. As for this transport problem,” You rolled your eyes still grinning, “Can you drive?”

“Well, yeah.” You replied and the smile fell as a thought occurred to you. “That is not a reason to buy me a car.”

“Wow, you really think I’d buy you a car right out the gate like that?”

“Oh. Right. Sorry. I⏤” You paused then shook your head. “Wait, no, actually I do. I do think you’d do that.”

“You’re right. I would. You got a preference, sugar?”

“Please do not buy me a car.” You blurted. “I… I really don’t like driving around this city. Last time I even got behind a wheel was over two years ago.”

“Fine. No car. I’m gettin’ you a driver then.”

“That still feels excessive.” You replied hesitantly.

“Do it for me then? I’d feel more comfortable knowin’ you’re not ridin’ around with strangers.”

The words were spoken with kindness, actual concern, and a part of you wondered if he was saying what he was because it was expected of him? The deal was for him to take care of you and keeping you safe could arguably fall under that umbrella of responsibilities. You just found it hard to believe he’d care out of the goodness of his heart considering how little time you had spent with one another thus far. It wasn’t a criticism of him at all. Maybe he was just that kind deep down, maybe he did have a bleeding heart. It was the process of trying to apply that thought, those concerns, to yourself that felt silly. At the end of the day, that voice of anxiety just couldn’t fathom a near stranger actually worrying over your well being with no ulterior motive of their own.

Joel said your name over the line, snapping you out of your line of thought, and you forced your smile to return. It wasn’t hard to find. “Alright. For you.”

“Good.” He blew out a breath of what almost sounded like relief. “What time does your shift end?”

“It’s Sunday so I usually close up the shop around 5:30, then pack away all the leftovers to take to the shelter a few blocks away.” You replied. Anytime the shop had any leftovers, which was happening more and more, Henry would donate the goods to the local shelters and kitchens rather than toss it. 

“I’ll have my guy there around 5 then. I don’t want you waitin’ on him.”

“Yeah, but now he’ll have to wait on me.”

“I know. That’s the point, darlin’.”

You couldn’t decide which you liked more. Joel calling you ‘sugar’ or ‘darlin’. Then again the sound of your name was equally as intoxicating. Honestly, it wasn’t fair how good his voice sounded in general. The bus peeled off to the side to come to a stop and you hiked your bag up your shoulder to get off.

“I’m at my stop.”

“Say good-bye to the bus. You ain’t ridin’ on it again as far as I’m concerned.” You chuckled and as you walked off you couldn’t help but glanced back at the familiar people you had gotten used to seeing so often. You mentally wished them a farewell. It was cheesy, but it nearly felt like the end of an era. Joel spoke again as you stepped onto the busy sidewalk. “And remember, my guy is pickin’ you up today. No ubers. No taxis. No buses.”

“I know, I know. I promise I won’t make a run for it.”

“Good girl.” Joel chuckled and your face immediately went warm once more. A habit you were beginning to pick up around this man. Joel said quick good-byes, saying he needed to help someone out on site and promised to text you later. You echoed his sentiments and tucked the phone away after hanging up. Wow, okay, it seemed hearing him call you ‘good girl’ won in a fucking landslide.

As it turned out, Henry had come in early to bake for the day, but left it open for you to set out as he hadn’t been feeling well and had to leave before you even got the shop fully open. It was incredibly poor timing because you planned to announce your two week’s notice to him and that seemed like a dick move to do while he was sick. Tomorrow. You’d try again tomorrow. No big deal. What would a one day difference make? 

The bakery always had it’s busiest days on Sunday, weirdly, but still it was nowhere near the kind of traffic this place truly needed. Usually days where it ended up being you alone were even more painfully boring, but today had been, well, fun. Joel continued to text you through the day and the conversation was a decent distraction from the dichotomy of doing nothing between customers. Plus, without Henry there, you didn’t even have to pretend like you weren’t playing on your phone the entire time. 

The last hour of your shift had gone by without Joel as a distraction because of a meeting. One he had grumbled about twenty minutes prior to it. You were in the process of packing items away when you noticed a black SUV sitting outside on the side of the road. Pausing in your work, you ran your hand down your apron and made your way out of the shop and toward it. You had just planned to tap on the window to get his attention, but you were barely halfway to the SUV when the man behind the driver’s seat jumped out and hurried around with a nod.

“Ma’am.”

“Hi.” You gave a small wave. “I’m⏤”

The blond man blurted your name out with a nod. Of course he knew who you were. “Is there anything I can do to help you, Miss?”

“No, no. I wanted to invite you in! It’ll be a minute before I’m done.”

“It’s alright⏤”

“I insist.” You said firmly. He hesitated once more before going to turn the car off. He was older than you, if you had to guess, and he wore a clean, black suit and a pair of dark aviators over his eyes. If he had a little radio in his ear you’d have him pegged as some kind of secret service guard. “What’s your name?”

“Riley Talbot, ma’am.”

You motioned for him to take a seat at one of the tables with a smile. “Well, Mr. Talbot, you have a muffin preference?”

“Just Riley is fine, and you don’t have to⏤”

“Either you tell me your muffin preference or I’m gonna pick at random, Riley.” You replied then ran through the options you had today. Riley hesitantly told you his preference for the banana nut option and you brought it over for him on a small plate. The man took his sunglasses off, tucking them into his inner suit pocket, and you took note of his very blue eyes. “How long have you worked for, Joel?”

Riley shrugged. “I’ve been working for Mr. Miller for the last five years.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Five years as a driver for Joel? You couldn’t imagine Joel using a driver. The man who preferred flannels over suits seemed like the kind who was adamant about driving himself. Plus, this wasn’t the person who had picked you up yesterday. How many did he have?

“Well, give me a second here and we can head out. I just gotta finish packing up today’s leftovers.”

“Please, take your time.” Riley nodded then motioned to the muffin. “And thank you.”

You left him to enjoy his snack in peace so you could go back to cleaning out the display stand. It was repetitive, simple work that you had gotten very used to doing mindlessly over the years. You were on the last row of cookies when your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Pulling it out you saw it was a text from Joel.

‘Did Riley show up?’

‘Yupp. He’s in the bakery eating a muffin right now.’

‘You didn’t need to feed him, sugar.’

‘Too late. Besides, that’s one less muffin for me to carry now.’

‘Put it on my tab.’

You rolled your eyes, as if a singular banana nut muffin was of significant cost, ‘Shouldn’t you be focusing on your meeting?’

There was a longer pause before you got a response.

‘Touche’

You chuckled under your breath and tucked the phone away once more. After stacking a few of the boxes on top of one another, you shrugged out of your apron to hang it back up on the wall. Riley had risen from his seat and you took the plate from him before he could argue otherwise. You gave it a quick wash before setting it away to dry for the night and when you returned Riley was still standing by the boxes of baked goods.

“I’m almost done. I’m gonna carry these down to the shelter.”

“I’ll help.” Riley replied.

“You don’t have to do that⏤”

Riley gave you a friendly smile. “It’s my pleasure. Mr. Miller was adamant about me helping out where I could.”

Knowing arguing was only going to stretch this process out you nodded and he took half the boxes. At least this would save you a second trip. As the two of you made your way down the street you learned that he was older than you, in his mid thirties, and he had been in the Marines before picking up work with Joel. It was actually through Riley that you learned Joel had a brother who had also been in the military as well. You’d have to ask him about that.

“I’ve been saving to buy a ring.” Riley shrugged as you both got onto the topic of relationships while on your way back from dropping off the boxes.

“If your girlfriend is as sweet as you claim I’m sure she’d be charmed by anything you got her.” You argued. “And how long have the two of you been dating?”

“Three years next month.”

“Aw, congrats!” You chirped. 

Riley continued to gush about his girlfriend and how she worked as a kindergarten teacher. The way his voice held so much love for the woman he bragged about to you made your heart ache. You had always thought this was how your last relationship would look like. You and your ex-boyfriend had been on a similar path after all. When he broke up with you six months ago, the two of you had been weeks away from your three year anniversary. For the longest time, he had been the one you thought you’d be marrying.

And here you were today with a sugar daddy on speed dial.

Funny how life worked.

“Let me grab my stuff and lock up and I’ll be right back out.” You said and Riley agreed with a nod before heading to the SUV himself. Maybe you’d text Nima and see if she was busy tonight. It had been a long time since you thought about your ex and letting him slip back into your head had been a dumb move on your part.

Once out, Riley held the back door of the SUV open for you to slide into. He asked for your address which you provided before settling back in your seat. The radio played a soft tune, you couldn’t hear the roaring of the roads outside, the air smelled clean, and you had ample space to stretch out. This was a far cry from the bus. Nima texted you back, answering your request for drinks tonight, but she had to turn it down because she had a date. Though she did follow it up to ask if you were feeling well and that she’d bail if you needed a girls’ night. You smiled at her words, but reassured her that everything was fine.

‘Hang out with your daddy! 🤪’

Despite the teasing nature of her text, she may have been onto something. Riley was getting closer to your apartment complex and you leaned forward a bit. “Hey, Riley?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know what time Joel usually gets off of work?”

“It depends. I think he mentioned today he was gonna be working late. That’s why he sent me instead of coming to get you himself.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. It hadn’t dawned on you that Joel wanted to be the one to pick you up and just hadn’t been able to due to his own work. Still, that shot your back up plan in the face. That was probably for the best. You didn’t want to come across as clingy. Though, maybe you were supposed to? Joel said there was no social quota for you to meet, but you doubted the validity of that.

“Thanks, Riley!” You said after exchanging numbers with him and climbing out of the SUV. 

Your apartment was nothing to write home about, but it could be worse. It was a simple one bed, one bath on the fifth floor of a complex that had technically seen better days. However, despite the age and general weariness of the building itself, the residents you lived beside were nice, the owner actually cared about the people renting from him, and security was decent. More so than the other places in this area.

After dropping your stuff down and tossing your keys into the bowl near your front door, you pulled out your phone to see you had missed a text from a few minutes ago. ‘You home?’ Quickly, you responded with a positive and thanked him again for sending Riley to pick you up. ‘Good. Don’t thank me, sugar’.

You rolled your eyes. If he really thought you were going to accept things without thanking him he was dead wrong. Hell, you were struggling with the ‘accepting things’ part which was hilarious considering you had chosen and agreed to this deal with full knowledge of what that meant. You set down your phone to clean the work day off of your skin.

A few hours had passed, where you showered, changed into home clothes, ate, and then settled on the couch with a large glass of wine. Despite it only being close to nine you were almost considering chugging the remainder of the wine in your glass and calling it a night. You had work in the morning after all. As you brought the glass to your lips, your phone buzzed off to the side. 

The text was from Joel. It was simple, and honestly hilarious to see.

‘You up?’

Your cheeks warmed and you wondered if he knew the connotations of texting a woman that message with no warning at night. 

‘Yes lol I am up’

‘Can I call?’

Your eyes widened in surprise at the request. You took another rather large sip of your wine before setting it down on your coffee table and responding to him. The affirmative text hadn’t been sent longer than a few seconds when his name flashed across your screen. You had gotten used to mostly texting the people in your life rather than phone calls. This would take some getting used to. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, sugar.” Joel breathed. “Sorry for calling late.”

“It’s hardly late.” You glanced at your clock on the wall. 9:07. “Are you just getting home from work? Riley said you’d be stuck there late.”

“Yeah. Unfortunately. Every once in a while I’m stuck in the office all day like this. At least I got to be on site this mornin’.” He groaned.

It sounded like he was pouring something on his end of the line. You commented on it, “Are you making yourself a drink?”

“Mhmm.” Joel took a sip of whatever it was he had poured, you could hear him swallow and made your throat dry up. “That alright?”

“Hey, I’m on my second glass of wine so I can hardly judge.”

“Second? You have a long day, sugar?” He asked in concern. Again, the sound of it caught you off guard. You could count on one hand the number of people who showed you genuine concern in the last two years. “Everythin’ okay?”

You forced out a chuckle and nodded despite him not being able to see it. “I’m fine.” It was probably a little early to be flooding him with your problems and the history of your ex. Instead, you jumped over it entirely. “I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to get dinner or drinks, but when I asked Riley what time you got off he said you’d be working late.”

“What?” Joel asked in surprise. He grumbled under his breath before speaking up. “Don’t ever let that stop you, darlin’. I always got time for you. Honestly, it would've been a nice surprise and a good excuse to leave early.”

You let out a soft laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

“You better.” Joel grunted as he dropped down into a seat. Another tired sigh left his lips and you opened your mouth to suggest that he get some rest, but he beat you to speaking. “Tell me about your day, sugar.”

“It was pretty boring.” You replied. “You’ve seen how empty the bakery tends to get.”

“So? I still wanna hear. Talk about somethin’ at least. Lemme hear that pretty voice.”

You grinned to yourself. “You think my voice is pretty?”

“I think everythin’ about you is pretty. Now, no more stallin’. Hit me with it.”

If he wanted to hear about your boring day you’d be more than happy to indulge him. His words still caught you off guard though. He liked your voice? It was extra funny considering how much you liked his voice personally. You talked about the few customers you did have today, how thankful the shelter had been for Henry’s leftovers, and getting to know Riley.

“Yeah, Riley is a good guy.” Joel agreed. “Figured the two of you would get along. Plus,” He took another sip of the whiskey he had told you he chose as his drink earlier, “I know he’s head over heels for that girl of his so I didn’ have to worry about him makin’ a move on you.” You laughed at the sentiment and Joel let out a small chuckle himself. “I ain’t kiddin’, sugar. I only just got you to agree to put up with me. I ain’t plannin’ on losing you quite yet.”

 “Put up with you.” You scoffed. “As if I don’t equally enjoy talking to you.”

Joel chuckled in response then cleared his throat. “How’d it go with your boss? How’d he take the news?” Your smile turned sheepish and rather than answer you picked up your wine glass, now at the end of your third, and took a long sip. Joel sighed. “Sugar?”

“Okay, so, hold on.” You blurted. “He was sick today. Henry left like right after coming in to help me open and I didn’t wanna spring the news on him when he already felt so terrible.” You set the wine glass down then buried yourself into the couch under your blanket. “I’m already worried I’m gonna break his heart.” Joel blew out a sigh and you winced. “Sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t.” Joel responded, but it wasn’t sharp or demanding. He just didn’t want to hear you apologize. “I want you to stop workin’ because I think you’d be happier out of that place, but I’m not tryin’ to shove you into quittin’ if you ain’t comfortable with it yet, darlin’. If…” Joel paused. “If you think you need to stay there a little while longer then I’m not gonna guilt you otherwise.”

His words made your lips curl up into a small, soft smile. It wasn’t that you loved your work there by any means, but you did love Henry. He was family. Plus, that small voice of anxiety was still nagging loud enough that you couldn’t quite fully ignore it. This was still so new. What if Joel got to the end of this week and decided you were more annoying than entertaining. You couldn’t just tear up your roots with no guarantee that this life was fully concrete. 

You didn’t know if Joel understood that from the same angle you did, but you did appreciate that he was willing to bend on that topic. “Yeah.” You said quietly then added in a teasing inflection added, “Thanks, daddy.”

Joel chuckled in response, “You’re gonna be the death of me, sugar.”

You remembered a topic you had planned on asking him earlier in the day, and maybe it was the three glasses of wine that had loosened your tongue, but you blurted it out without thinking. “So, hey, I hear you have a brother?” Joel was quiet for a beat and it was only then that sober logic regained control. “I mean, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to blurt it out like that. Riley mentioned he was in the military and that you had a brother who was too. I didn't mean to pick at a sore topic if⏤”

“No, sugar.” Joel chuckled. “Not a sore topic. Just caught me off guard is all. But, yeah, I got a baby brother. Tommy.” Tommy Miller. You tucked the information away in the folder of facts you were learning about Joel. “He was in the Army for a while, but left a long time ago. He actually works with me now at the company. Was with me when we went from small time contractors to whatever the hell we are now.”

“Big deals.” You joked. “If your fancy building is anything to go by.”

“Guess so by someone’s definition.” Joel snorted. You liked that he still felt so grounded and to the earth. It had been part of the reason his proposition caught you off guard because after meeting him you never would’ve suspected him to be the kind who owned a large and very rich company.

“You’re not mad that Riley told me that, are you?” You asked. “Because if you are, I'll admit to wrestling the information out of him.” 

Joel laughed. “I ain’t mad, darlin’. Like I said, I’m glad the two of you get along. You’re stuck with him now.” You hummed in confusion and Joel added. “He’s your driver. Anywhere you need to go, any time, just call him.”

“Wait, seriously?” You cried.

“I told you I ain’t letting you get on a bus again.” Joel replied like he was still appalled you had done so this morning. “And since you won’t let me buy you a car…”

“Fine, fine, fine.” You blurted and he let out a soft laugh. A beat of silence stretched between the two of you, but it was a comfortable one. The kind where you just enjoyed knowing he was on the other end of the call even if he wasn’t actively speaking. 

You accidentally let out a small yawn and Joel hummed. “You need to get to bed.”

“Nuh uh.” You replied. “It’s only…” You found the clock and your eyes widened. 12:01. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. I’ve kept you up long enough, sugar.”

“I’m not even tired.” You whined and rose to your feet. The stiff movements made you realize how close you had been to just passing out on the couch. 

“Sure, you ain’t.”

You meandered to your bedroom, flipping out lights as you went, and shut your bedroom door. “Will we talk again tomorrow?”

“You mean later today?” Joel joked.

You chuckled. “Yes.” It didn’t even matter to you that you may have sounded needy. Being on the phone had not only been fun, but it had been just what you needed to settle the turmoil you had accidentally scourged up earlier. “So?”

“Course, sugar. I’ll text you on your way to work. Riley’ll be there at 6:30 to pick you up.”

“Alright. Night, Joel.” You replied sincerely. “Thanks for talking to me.”

Joel hummed and you could hear him moving around on his end as well. “Should be thanking you.” He added quickly, a tinge or nervousness seeping into his voice. “Hey, do you wanna, uh, you wanna plan for dinner?” Your eyes widened marginally but your lips spread out into another warm and wide grin. “I got a few more busy days, but this Wednesday I’ll be free all evening. Wanna make a night of it?”

“Yes!” You answered much faster than you had initially planned. There went being cool and collected. Joel chuckled. “I mean, yeah. That would be⏤ That would be fun.”

“Good. Get some sleep, sugar.” Joel replied. You wished him well before the call ended and you were left standing in your bedroom feeling like you were on cloud nine.

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[jumpingjoltiks]

I just got a new cat! Could you please write something about the submas twins partner getting new pokemon & how theyd react? (and maybe something with sugar daddy submas too if thats okay?)

Oh wow that’s so exciting! Congrats on your new kitty friend!! ≽^•⩊•^≼

Warnings: None. Just fluff :)

▲ Ingo ▲

Absolutely thrilled for you! Bravo!

Have you caught them already? He would like to meet them sometime (Or see pictures. Or battle. Please battle with him!)

You haven’t caught them yet… Would you like some help going to catch them? He’d be happy to brave the tall grass and go along with you!

Ingo packs up plenty of supplies & a picnic lunch and makes it a fun date with you.

You go out in the morning, searching high and low for the perfect partner. For a city guy, he knows the wilds really well. By noon, you’ve found them, and you and Ingo both spend lunch getting to know your new friend.

By the time you three head back in the evening, you’re all worn out, and collapse into a cuddly nap pile.

▽ Emmet ▽

Verrry excited to hear you’re expanding your team! This means new double battle pairings in the future.

Immediately starts considering how to best incorporate them into your living situation.

How big are they and do they evolve? How much space will they need, both for living and enrichment?

Don’t let the sunny smile fool you. Emmet is very much the practical twin.

Once your new teammate has been caught, he sets up a day for his team to meet with yours for introductions.

He can’t help but be a little nervous. When he and his brother were young, it took joltik nearly two months to stop being terrified of lampent. Ever since then, he’s been very mindful about how best to introduce new members to old ones.

When everything goes even better than expected, he breathes a sigh of relief… Welcome to the team!

▲ Both ▽

Scheming

Did you forget they were battle facility heads? They are running the numbers almost immediately.

Stats. Ideal EVs / IVs. Movesets and eggmoves. Abilities. Natures. Strategies. Held items. Team composition. How to counter you in battle. How to incorporate and work as a team with you.

Have you already considered all of this? By all means, lay out your plans and they will happily make suggestions and comments on everything. And I mean everything! Prepare yourself for at least an hour of going over every detail.

Some considerations are naturally moot if you’ve already caught them yourself (and they’d still happily welcome your new friend into the throng, no doubt!), but if you’re looking for a teammate that’s also been bred to be better for battle… they both have connections and can help you out.

Their own pokemon are also very excited to meet their new friend, but they’ll have to wait and do it properly. They both have fully stacked teams – it might be a little overwhelming if everyone goes at once!

Heaven help you if you get a team member that’s already on one of their teams. They’re practically scrambling over themselves to help in all the ways they know how.

▲ Sugar Daddy!Submas ▽

In addition to all of the above, they are putting together a welcome package for your new team member!

Fun toys, specially made treats, accessories and special items that are made for them, and so on

They present a handful of options for apartment additions or renovations – for a cat pokémon, cat trees or climbing shelves and perches – and let you choose your preference. It will be delivered and installed within the week, preferably while you’re out of the apartment and on a date with them.

They take very good care of their own teams, so they have a lot of experience with choosing special toys and items for ‘mon enrichment!

Send them pictures with your new friend! Whether it’s them snuggled up under some super soft blankets, playing with a new toy, or even wrestling or napping with one of your original teammates, they always want to hear from you.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Please make this into a fic au idea. A world where couples take on a third partner that is basically a stay at home spouse as a show of their wealth or success. This would either be with Becky and Seth or Brandi and Cody and it could easily be a Yandere sort of thing

Take Care Of You

Summary: In a desperate attempt to pay off your crushing debt you sign up for a new program that matches you with wealthy couples looking for a third.

An: this idea has been in my head since wrestlemania this year, and I’m planing on it being a multi chapter fic. People said they wanted this with Cody and Brandi, but I’d be willing to do versions with other wrestling couples(Seth and Becky, miz and maryse, Mox and Renne, Brit and Adam, etc)

Warnings: Yandere, Yandere!Cody and Brandi, sort of sexism but only to reader, they treat readers like she’s meant to be a homemaker but don’t think women in general should be, classism, controlling behavior, money abuse, they’re daughter Liberty is a baby in this, fem!reader, power imbalance

Taglist: @melissahausen @writtingrose @peachmango-kombucha @xkennyxomegax @fiskers7136 @bellalutionn @tummyyellin @thesusbunny

“God damnit…” you mumbled as you pulled yet another bill out of your small mailbox slot. It seemed like every time you checked your mail all you found were these stupid red envelopes telling you you needed to pay for something else.

You made your way up the two flights of stairs to your tiny one bedroom apartment, leaning back against the door to shut it. Your feet hurt from your 12 hour shift at the restaurant, you were sticky from spilling shit on yourself all day, and you desperately wanted to collapse in your bed before you have to be up on 5 hours for a shift at your second job of a local coffee shop, but you needed to shower first.

You walked over to the table, tossing your purse onto the couch and planing on tossing the bills into the already large pile of them, but stopped when you noticed another envelope you hadn’t read down in the lobby. A part of you wanted to ignore it, if it was another bill you could at least act like you didn’t see it, but it looked slightly different than the normal things you got. The envelope was a cream color and had a logo you didn’t recognize on it. The main thing you noticed about it was that your address and name and everything was handwritten.

You set the other stuff down and opened the envelope. Inside was a hand written letter.

Dear, Y/n L/n

Thank you so much for your interest in our program. After careful consideration we are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted! Please call the following number to schedule a consultation to begin the next steps.

Sincerely, Coast Connection Agency

Coast connection agency? You stared at the letter for a moment before it clicked in your head what exactly you were looking at. Months ago, probably 6 months ago, you had gone searching on the internet for any way to earn some extra money and you found this website. It was a new program, only a few years old and was extremely selective, but its purpose was to connect well off couples with a third partner. From what you read it was a bit like a sugar daddy/mommy situation, but the couples were…rich rich. The website said up front that NDA’s would be signed and that the relationship would be, on some level, a business deal.

If you were smart, you would have ignored the website completely. It was one of those ‘to good to be true’ things, or something you sign up for and end up on the news because you went missing, but you had been so desperate. You had just lost one of your jobs, behind on bills, house completely barren of food, and nothing but an overdraft fee in your account, so you took the chance and signed up. There had been application after application, most of it asking you about your financial issues and job history, you even had to take a personality test, and apparently you had done okay because you had made the cut.

At the bottom on the letter was a phone number, and with the letter was a pamphlet of reviews from others who had done it. Most of the reviews were positive, talking about how it helped them get out of debt and completely changed their way of life. One even claimed it helped him find his ‘soul mates’ and that he was so happy with the couple he was matched with. You didn’t necessarily believe in soulmates, and even if you did you highly doubted that they could be found in a relationship like this. But you couldn’t argue with the results, people seemed to be happy with what they got from the agency, maybe this was the step for you to take. You decided to call tomorrow after your shifts and pinned the paper to your fridge before slugging off to shower and finally get some sleep.

***************

“…and we have one final question for you, Ms. L/n,” the woman on the other end of the phone told you. You’d been on the call for three hours now, answering what felt like a hundred questions. When you’d called a week ago they had said you’d need to block out a large chunk of time for the phone interview, but you hadn’t expected it to be this long. You also were slightly surprised by the questions. They were all about your preferences in the relationship if they found you a couple. They asked about spending habits, restaurants you liked, if your drank, clothes you liked, brands you enjoyed, past relationships, what you would do in certain situations, if you’d be open to sex in the relationship, and everything else under the sun. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting but this wasn’t it.

“Okay,” you waited a moment for her to ask her question.

“Would you be willing to relocate for the relationship?”

You didn’t answer immediately, and your eyes drifted outside. You lived in a relatively small town, in one of the only apartment complexes they had. It was about three hours from where you grew up, and you had moved here for an old ex. The only reason you stayed was because it was too expensive to move again, leaving you feeling trapped in this town.

“…yes.”

“Wonderful! I think we have enough information to create a profile for you, and we will match you with a couple as soon as we can. Results will be emailed to you, but we always warn that the couple must approve the match before it’s sent to you and we cannot guarantee that a match will be made, so you understand?”

”yeah. I’m mean, yes, I understand,” you nodded though she couldn’t actually see you.

“Perfect. You have a wonderful rest of your day ma’am.”

“You too,” you said before the phone disconnected.

*************

You couldn’t believe it. You got a match.

After your interview you didn’t hear from anyone for two months, and you started to worry that you made a mistake. Luckily, they hadn’t taken any super personal info so you wouldn’t be completely screwed, but after the interview questions they knew a hell of a lot about you, which is what worried you. But one morning you happened to check your email and found one from the company.

Congratulations! You have been matched with a couple! Attached to the email is a photo and some basic information. If you would like to continue with the process please email back immediately.

You quickly opened the attachment and were met with a photo of what had to be the most picture perfect couple. It was a man and a woman, both dressed formally (it looked like they were at some sort of dinner party.) The man had bleached blond hair and what looked like a tattoo on his neck, though his head was turned in just a way that you couldn’t quite see it. The woman looked like the pinnacle of beauty. Her hair and make up was perfect, and her eyes had a shine on them that made them look like pools of honey.

You weren’t really sure how long you stared at the photo, it was so mesmerizing. They were both very athletic looking, muscles evident on both making you think they must do something in the health industry. It was also evident that they had quite a bit of money. From the clothing to the accessories and the food on the table in front of them, it all screamed luxury. You hadn’t worked at a lot of fancy restaurants but the meal in front of them probably cost more than your paycheck.

Next, you moved onto the written information. There wasn’t a tone, just a few snippets of their life and what they wanted out of the relationship. They were from Atlanta Georgia and want someone willing to come live there. They had a daughter, but no info about her was there. They are looking for someone who would take on house hold responsibilities and have a sexual relationship with both of them. You’d never thought of yourself as a homemaker, and children never felt like something that was on the table for you, but you didn’t hate the idea. And honestly, the idea that these two very attractive people had chosen you was a bit of an ego booster. You were good enough to get their attention.

You read over everything one more time before deciding to go for it. You typed up an email and sent it before you could chicken out. You had said you were interested in moving forward and at least meeting the couple. At the very bottom of the email they sent you was the names of the couple. Brandi and Cody Rhodes.

*****************

Unknown: hello

You frowned down at the message as you walked out of your shift for the night. You’d closed so you hadn’t had a chance to check your phone for a while, the message was sent hours ago.

Um, hello? Who is this?

You were shocked when the person responded almost immediately.

Unknown: sorry, should have introduced myself. It’s Cody, from the website. We got the green light to reach out to you

You stared at the message, shocked for a moment. It was him, the cute guy from the email. He was texting you, right now. You were stood still on the sidewalk when three little dots popped up as he continued to type.

Unknown: this is y/n l/n, right?

oh! Yes, it is. Sorry I didn’t answer sooner, I just finished my shift

You panicked slightly at the fact that you hadn’t responded sooner. What if he thought you weren’t serious about what was happening? If he thought you were rude and didn’t want to talk to you any more? Rich people can be so hard to predict when it comes to what will or won’t offend them.

Unknown: oh, are you heading home? We could talk when you get back home, I don’t want to keep you out longer than you need to be.

You sent a last message saying it’d take not be about 10 minutes before booking it home. You didn’t have a car and your town didn’t really have public transportation, the best was a bus that stopped rides at 5pm, so that meant you were basically running back to your apartment. Once you got there you were quickly getting up to yours and pulling your phone out again to add the number as a contact.

You: Okay. Im Home

Cody: good to know you made it back safely.

Cody: I have my wife Brandi here too. We wanted to get a conversation started since you said you were interested

You’re nervous we’re going crazy as you read over the messages. It’s seemed so weird, you were talking to some rich couple you’d never met before but they wanted to pay for you to live. Not only that, but also have a relationship with you. You almost felt… dirty when you thought about it.

You: it’s nice to meet you both

Cody: we’d like to cut to the chase, we are looking to get into something slightly quickly. We don’t want to rush you at all but we’d like to meet as soon as possible

You hesitated at his message. Should that be a red flag? They want to meet even though this is the first time you’ve ever spoken.

Cody: We’d be willing to pay for you to come out to Atlanta to meet. We’d pay for everything like the flight, hotel, food, even whatever you’d be missing out on from work.

You: I don’t want to seem rude or anything, but this is the first time we’ve ever spoken

When he didn’t respond immediately your heart sank. You shouldn’t have said that, god, why were you so stupid?

Cody: we understand your hesitation, we’ve just have been looking for a while

Cody: would you like to FaceTime? Then you could at least see that we’re who we say we are

You: um, sure. Just a warning, I’m a mess. I just got off shift.

Only seconds later the call for the video chat popped up on your phone. You took a second to take a deep breath and then pushed accept.

The man from the original photo you’d been set popped up on the screen. He was sat back on a couch wearing a sweats and a teeshirt, and next to him was the woman who was dressed similarly. After a second both smiled at you.

“Hi,” Cody greeted.

“Hi…” you gave a nervous wave which you immediately regretted. God, why were you being so awkward?

“You look pretty good for just getting off a shift.” You blushed slightly at his words and watched as his wife smacked him gently.

“Ignore him, he’s a flirt,” Brandi told you. “He doesn’t think about the fact that this may be awkward for you.”

You laughed slightly nervously but gave a little smile. The rest of the conversation got a little less awkward as you got to know each other. Most of the conversation was about you, them asking what you did full time and what you spent your free time doing. They were…nice, and they clearly loved each other in the way that they interacted.

“So, we’d really like to meet you in person.” Brandi finally said. “Like Cody told you we can pay for your whole trip and we can start to get to know each other better.”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to take your money if we don’t even know if it’s gonna work.” You admitted.

“It’s really not that much to pay for a trip, and it would be no strings attached. You could decide to not do anything and we won’t be angry.” Cody assured you. “We just think it would be important for us to talk in person. We travel for work but will be home for the week next week, we’d like to do it then.”

You bit your lip as you thought about the offer. You felt a little guilty about taking money, but a part of you loved the idea of being able to take a week of work and go on a trip without being worried about bills.

“Um… okay.”

Both of them smiled at your answer. “Perfect. We’ll get everything lined up and payed for!” Brandi excitedly said. “Do you have any preferences on what hotel you stay in or what airline you take?”

You shook your head. “It’s your money, it’s up to you.”

“Okay, we can talk about it more tomorrow, I assume you’re tired after your shift.”

You all said goodbye before hanging up and getting ready to go to sleep. As you brushed your teeth you realized that you felt slightly giddy after the conversation. It was like a school girl crush, they were nice and you felt good talking to them.

As you got into bed your phone pinned and you reached over to check it. It showed a notification from PayPal, someone had sent you $200 and you had a message from Cody.

Cody: enjoy a day off sometime

[yunjardi]

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy!jake x fem!reader]

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[‼️chapter warnings‼️ : smut [mdni], DADDY KINK, unprotected sex, kinda hardcore sex???, spanking, fluff, taking explicit photos, mentions of food/eating, lmk if i missed anything!]

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chapter 14: what happiness feels like

'i was not supposed to hear that. i was definitely not supposed to hear that,' you panicked internally as you heard jake's footsteps coming toward the room. quickly, you began to pretend that you were still asleep once he stepped in the door. you listened as jake shut the door and placed the glass of water on the bedside table. simply thinking about his thoughtfulness made your stomach jump.

he immediately took a few things out of his suitcase and locked the bathroom door and didn't come out until ages later. you still pretended to be asleep despite now being fully awakened by a hairdryer whirring in the background. he probably just took an abnormally long shower. eventually, he opened the bathroom door which made you squeeze your eyes shut. you stirred around in bed a bit, trying to make it seem like you had just awoken from jake's presence and hadn't been awake the whole time and to your surprise, it worked. the feeling of jake's soft lips against your temple caused your heart to flutter as you opened your eyes, jake's pretty lips being the first thing you saw once you fully opened them. "i really didn't want to wake you, but i needed to give you a kiss," jake told you shyly, "you just looked so beautiful, and i couldn't pass up the opportunity." already your face was beginning to turn pink as you tried to hide yourself in the thick duvet. "jake," you pouted, your voice muffled underneath the covers, "you're making me blush." you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how easily jake was able to make you bashful, his charms quickly infiltrating you whenever he came around. you finally fully looked up from the covers, and to your absolute shock and surprise, jake dyed his hair yet again. "what the hell?!" you laughed, "you're gonna be bald by the time we get home; you literally just colored your hair less than a week ago."

"hey! i'm indecisive... and a bit drunk," jake admitted nervously as he placed his hand on his nape, "you know how it is." you nodded at him while thinking about how soft his freshly-dyed hair must feel. you wanted to tangle your fingers in it while telling him how handsome he looked in every single hair color.

your fluffy thoughts were brutally interrupted by the feeling of jake's body rolling on top of yours from above the blanket you were under. you popped your head out from the covers to see jake giggling as he continued to roll around the bed like a puppy wanting to be played with.

somehow, play-wrestling together turned into you being seated against his hips which escalated into a make-out which then escalated to a point where the two of you were left in your undergarments, eager to begin touching each other.

"god, i'm so lucky to get to fuck you twice in one day," jake breathed out whilst playing with the waistband of your panties. "i'm all yours," you said quietly, letting jake pull your panties off.

"yeah, that's right," jake smirked, "my good girl. now turn around and let me fuck you." you felt yourself blushing while your core burned up with anticipation as you arched your back for him at the edge of the bed. you felt him tease your wet cunt with his thick tip, causing your thighs to tremble lightly. "please put it in," you pleaded quietly, "need you so bad, daddy." you could practically feel the smirk on jake's face as he let his cock pass through your tight entrance. you whined, your pussy feeling overly sensitive for some reason as jake began to fuck you from behind.

jake spanked the soft skin of your ass, the sensation leaving tingles down your thighs as he continued to destroy your cunt. "mmm, fuck!" you couldn't help but moan out, giving up on controlling your volume, "feels s-so good, jake." jake chuckled sexily while he grabbed your ass, pleased with your slutty moans. "mhm, let everyone know that i'm making you feel good right now, baby. let them know how good daddy fucks you," jake taunted in your ear, "as if the sound of your wet pussy isn't enough to let them know." as embarrassed as you were to admit it, you were an absolute sucker for jake's dirty-talk. his dirty-talk alone was enough to have you whimpering. it wasn't long until you were cumming uncontrollably while taking his thick cock from behind, panting and begging him to keep fucking you through your orgasm. there was something about jake giving you back shots that drove you absolutely mad.

"fuck, get on top of me," jake commanded while pulling out of you, "i want to see your pretty face when i cum inside you." you complied, letting jake get comfy against the headboard before sinking back down onto his member. he groaned deeply as you crashed your hips down onto his, eager to be filled up with his seed. you rested your hands on his thighs for your last few bounces before jake came hard inside you, drenching your walls with his warm seed. the two of you stayed in that position for a few minutes to catch your breath before getting cleaned up. jake searched through your unpacked luggage to give you a fresh pair of panties while you gathered up some clothes for him to sleep in. just as you two were getting dressed, jake's phone vibrated. he picked it up and couldn't help but snicker.

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waking up, you automatically felt your back's soreness from what you assumed was from yesterday's two rounds of sex. you felt one of jake's hands resting on top of one of yours while stirring around under the covers which made your heart flutter.

"awake, princess?" jake asked with a light chuckle as he adored how cute you were when you were half-asleep. you grumbled quietly in response, climbing into his lap as he sat with his back against the headboard. "...back hurts." jake put on a pouty face as he helped you get comfortable in his lap, letting you curl up and rest against him. "go ahead and rest more, babygirl. it's only 7 in the morning, so don't worry about sleeping in too long," jake reassured you with his cute puppy smile, wrapping an arm around you and resting one of his hands on your ass in a non-sexual manner; it somehow felt wholesome yet intimate though you couldn't explain how and, as a bonus, he even called you 'babygirl' which made your heart beat fast and your face heat up.

jake wasn't a fan of seeing you in pain (obviously), but he hid his feelings of concern in fear that it would freak you out, which is the last thing he wants to do. he eventually ended up drifting off to sleep alongside you, holding onto you as he fully fell asleep.

it wasn't much, but the two of you couldn't help but feel strongly connected to each other by simply sleeping next to one another.

but that's something to sort out about later.

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"geez, who would've thought it would be so hard to wake these two up?"

"i know, right? jake's usually a light sleeper but when he sleeps next to y/n, he sleeps like a rock."

"ah, just leave them. they'll get up eventually. plus, it's like, 9AM, they'll be up in a little while."

is what you woke up to after a few hours of sleeping. somehow, you were still in jake's arms by the time both of you woke up.

"oh shut up," jake grumbled, "we're awake." you nodded with your head still against his chest, eyes closed and not fully awake yet.

"someone's grumpy this morning," sunghoon mumbled under his breath, "we'll be waiting for you two in the lounge area when you're ready to not have an attitude." jay sighed, "let's not fuel the fire, guys." heeseung nodded, "yeah, plus, we have company coming soon, so let's not push each other's buttons." the three walked away and closed the door, leaving you and jake alone again.

"sorry about them," jake sighed out as he planted a kiss on your forehead, his arms still wrapped around you, "they can be a pain at the worst times." you smiled against his chest and shook your head, "it's okay, jake, they're just looking out for us, and let's not keep them waiting for too long. after all, they mentioned that you guys were having people over soon, right?" jake nodded, "yeah, it's the rest of the group that you haven't met yet! i'm really excited to introduce you." smiling, jake helped you up and out of bed to begin washing up and getting ready for the day.

you began to dig through your luggage for your toiletries before heading into the bathroom, immediately starting to get dolled up in the mirror as jake stood beside you doing his morning routine. you left the bathroom for a second to choose an outfit when you remembered that you had packed the lingerie that jake gifted you, that thought giving you an idea. quickly, you changed into one of the sets and put your clothes back on, wanting to tease jake once you were actually taking your clothes off to get changed into today's outfit.

"jake?" you called out from the room, "what color should we wear today?" you asked since you and jake had put together a few coordinated outfits to wear at the same time. jake walked out of the bathroom to go look through his and your clothes. "how about this?" jake asked, holding up one of your outfits. you quickly nodded in agreement, eager to reveal your little surprise to him. smiling, jake turned away to grab his clothes out of his luggage so that you guys could quickly change into your outfits together.

you felt excitement bubble in your stomach once you lifted your shirt above your head, pulling it off and discarding it to the side as you waiting patiently for jake to turn around again.

"okay, i'll go with this outfit-" jake pulled his shirt off, revealing his sexy upper half, and turned to look at you, abruptly ending his speech at the sight of how stunning you looked in the lingerie he'd bought for you. "please don't tell me you're wearing that outside," jake chuckled lowly and sarcastically, "because this is for my eyes only." he began approaching you, quickly pinning you between his arms as he hovered above you on the bed. "i'm gonna take a few pictures, baby," jake let you know before pulling his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, "you look so beautiful for me." you nodded, letting him take as many pictures as he wanted even though you felt a bit shy. though you felt shy, you somehow also felt your self-esteem rise at how jake stared at your body, getting pictures of you from every angle. he ran his sexy hand up and down your waist, watching as your face slowly began to blush at his touch. dragging his hand upward, he lightly squeezed at one of your breasts, causing you to accidentally let a quiet whine slip out of your mouth.

"you're so sexy, might just have to fuck you," jake shrugged his shoulders as he took a few more pictures of his hands all over you. "what's stopping you?" you asked in a teasing fashion in attempt to rile him up.

suddenly, the door burst open without a knock.

"hey, guys, do you wanna eat with us or?-" a now-shocked heeseung cut his question short as he realized what he'd walked into, "i-um, well-" he kept sputtering nervously, "i'll leave you to it."

"they're a little busy right now, um, filming the opening scene of a porno or something!" heeseung hollered at the others who were downstairs about to have a small snack. "bro, what?" you heard jay cackle from downstairs as heeseung finally closed the door and began walking away.

"well, i guess that is what's stopping me," jake chuckled nervously as he rolled off of you and onto the other side of the bed, "i guess we have to save this energy for later." he sighed. you audibly whined as you gripped onto his forearm, shaking it around and begging him with your eyes to touch you.

"just a little bit, please, please, please?" you pleaded needily, "i don't wanna wait 'til later. at least your fingers or something." you eyed his toned abs and long fingers with your begging eyes. jake wasn't very good at not giving you what you wanted, especially when it came to moments like this when both of you were hot for each other, so he caved.

"okay, my princess," jake breathed out, looking straight into your pretty eyes, "you're so cute when you're all needy for me; how do you expect me to resist?" jake asked amorously as he put both of his hands on your thighs and tangling his fingers in the fabric of the lingerie that he wanted to tear off of you. "i'm gonna take this off, okay?" you nodded as you assisted jake in removing the garment. he couldn't help but let out a deep and quiet groan at the sight of your bare body on display for him and him only. "we're gonna have to be quick, yeah?" jake whispered, kissing down your neck. "please hurry," you begged, your eyes trailing down to his toned abs, "i want you so bad." jake felt his core heat up as he moved his knee between your legs, letting you grind your pussy against his denim jeans. "jake, please," you whined as you gripped onto his forearm. he loved the sight of you being needy for him.

jake finally began to unbutton his jeans for you as you watched eagerly. he quickly threw his bottoms aside and got ready to put his hard cock all the way inside you. jake pushed your thighs down flat onto the bed before sliding his thick tip into your needy hole. the two of you moaned in sync as he bottomed out. "please go fast," you requested needily which turned jake on to the max. "anything to please my princess," jake replied as he got into a comfortable position to begin destroying your pussy. immediately, you felt pleasure shooting all over your body as jake dicked you down hard and fast just like you asked him to.

"ah-fuck! jake!" you moaned out while gripping onto his forearms, trying not to leave any marks on him. "goddamn you feel so fucking good. so wet and tight all for me," jake breathed out between thrusts, "i'm gonna cum so hard for you when i'm done having my way with you, yeah?" you nodded the best you could in response, yours and jake's bottom lips being caught between the two of you guys' teeth. jake watched as your pretty tits bounced every time he shoved his cock into you as hard and deep as he possibly could.

"turn around, princess," jake commanded to which you flipped around onto your hands and knees. "do you still want my fingers, baby?" jake asked you whilst caressing your sensitive inner thighs. "please, daddy?" you begged which gave him the green light to slip a finger inside your wet hole and begin pumping it in and out. you let out choked moans as you gripped onto the duvet, hypnotized by pleasure. "jake," you whined out, "i'm gonna cum; please don't stop." that motivated jake to push his fingers in deeper, wanting to reach your little sweet spot to push you toward your orgasm.

next thing you knew, jake's fingers were soaked in your arousal as you panted. "fuck, give me one more, princess," jake breathed out as he began to tease your sensitive clit with his tip, "i need to feel that on my cock." you let out a shy hum in response as you pushed your ass a little closer to him as a signal for him to start, and jake took that nonverbal cue and ran with it. flipping you onto your back, he let you get comfortable before he finished the job.

jake always fucked you phenomenally, and today was no different. you somehow craved another orgasm despite just coming down from one. jake moaned into your neck as he rammed into your pussy balls deep. "fuck, i'm gonna cum," jake breathed out as he kissed down your neck and grabbed at one of your tits. he filled you up to the brim, hot ropes of his seed spurting inside you.

the two of you spent a few minutes recollecting yourselves before getting up to re-get-ready.

after all, you guys just took yourselves to poundtown for a good 20 minutes and are now all sweaty as a result.

you and jake put on your cute little coordinated outfits and were finally ready to meet up with everyone downstairs. 

upon heading downstairs, you noticed that it was oddly quiet considering that you were with all boys. jake raised an eyebrow, wondering if his friends were just playing a trick on him since it took you two so long to leave your room. it wasn't until you got downstairs that you saw a note left on the counter that read:

to our jester jake and beautiful y/n,

we all decided to head out (all meaning even our other friends that came over) because a little someone named sunghoon was getting pretty hangry, and we didn't want to get risk getting mauled to death by an angry sunghoon. if you want, we can go out drinking tonight when everyone's home :)

-jay

you couldn't help but chuckle at their greeting because it made jake put on a little pouty face.

"well, i guess this means we have the whole day to ourselves," jake grinned, "let's head out."

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after riding the underground train, which jake seemed to be very familiar with considering how many times he'd been to japan, you guys arrived at this extravagant shopping area with all sorts of activities to do.

"can we take a look around? i have no clue where to start first," you asked in awe of the environment. jake gave you a sweet smile and nodded, offering his hand for you to hold, you happily taking up on the offer.

you browsed at every little store, café, and random arcades scattered around the area, becoming more and more excited about the possibility of what you'd do first.

glancing over to the side, something quickly caught your attention:

a puppy café.

excitedly, you pulled on jake's arm, "look! let's go there!" you motioned over to the little puppy café as jake's expression softened, his face turning pink at the thought of you being surrounded by a bunch of cute puppies. "okay, princess," jake replied with a pretty smile. upon opening the café's door, you were greeted by kind employees who were ready to guide you on how things functioned at the establishment. you could tell jake was antsy to meet all the puppies that were rolling around in the various, comfy seating areas around the back of the place. jake haphazardly ordered a few small treats and two drinks for the two of you and hauled himself over to the puppy area.

'he's so cute. jake is cute,' you couldn't help but think to yourself while watching the puppies greet jake by jumping on the bottom parts of his legs. it didn't take him long to sit down and let a puppy sit on his lap as he gently pet its head.

you couldn't help but take your phone out and snap pictures of him while he happily played with the puppies, letting them teeth on his fingers as he made kissy faces at them. jake is cute.

eventually, your time was unfortunately up and it was time for you and jake to part ways with the cute little puppies. jake seemed sulky at the fact that he couldn't spend the rest of his day at the puppy café, but he knew that there was still a plethora of things for you guys to do.

you soon spotted an arcade that specialized in only ufo machines which awakened jake's competitive side.

"i'm not stopping until i win you something," jake declared as he inserted cash into the coin exchange machine. "jake, you know that could take hours, right?" you chuckled in response, "these things are literally impossible to win; it's how arcades make a ton of money from goobers like us who think they can win a prize."

"well, you haven't seen me work these machines like a total pro," jake grinned with confidence after stopping in front of a machine filled with some of the cutest plushies you've ever seen, "watch and learn, y/n, and maybe you'll become a pro too." you rolled your eyes playfully at jake's confident-talk, watching him as he ever so slightly moved the handle of the ufo catcher. you could lie to yourself and say you didn't have a tiny bit of confidence in him but by the way things were looking, that confidence began to slip away. and alas, jake, not surprisingly, did not succeed at winning something for you, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"i'm really loving those pro skills you've got there," you poked fun at jake, making him put on a pouty face. "hey! that was a warm-up! i haven't done this in awhile, but i'll show you my real skills now," jake remarked with the same confidence he had in the beginning.

"i love your confidence," you said sarcastically as jake jokingly glared in your direction. "yeah, i know you do," jake bickered back while putting coins in another machine's slot.

jake was unbelievably cute when he was focused; you almost forgot that you two were playfully arguing just a few minutes before because of how much you were staring at him. you were startled at the sound of the ufo catcher's 'try again' noise and began to giggle at jake again.

"i'm really not gonna stop," jake told you sternly, "i, jake sim, hereby promises to win you something."

"you're such a dork," you snickered with a soft smile forming on your face.

jake's dedication to his little promise was beginning to surprise you as he tried again and again on the ufo catchers, trying multiple to see if he would have more luck with one than the other. you've truly never seen jake be so focused on something, and it was silly that this was the first situation in which you witnessed a focused jake.

"let's gaur!" you heard jake practically scream, "finally!" he pulled the plushie out of the disposal hole and basically shoved it in your face.

"wow, look at you," you fake-praised jake, "such a ufo machine pro. it only took you a good hour." though you teased him, you were actually warm and fuzzy inside because of how excited he was. "look! isn't it cute?" jake showed it off to you as he gently pet its head. "definitely not cuter than you," you flirted, making jake blush, "c'mon, let's go and explore more before it gets darker out there." you chuckled at the realization that jake was playing so hard that it the sun had gone down.

plushie in hand, you and jake strolled down the street until you encountered an ice cream stand. "jake, jake, jake," you pestered him playfully, pulling his sleeve, "we should get ice cream! after all, you worked hard to get this little guy, right?" jake blushed again, accepting your ice cream offer.

you greeted the ice cream stand employee with a sweet smile before ordering something for yourself and jake who looked like an excited puppy that was waiting for a treat.

after getting your order, you continued your stroll.

"hey, lemme take you somewhere."

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your hand was clasped to jake's as he walked you down several streets until you finally arrived at the destination. you never thought that you'd see such a beautiful sight in real life.

"do you like it?" jake asked with puppy eyes as you gazed up at the gorgeous cherry blossoms in the moonlight.

"no," you responded, scaring jake a little bit, "i love it."

jake's face was so flushed that it almost matched the color of the falling cherry blossom petals.

in (comfortable) silence, you both continued to walk around the secluded cherry blossom park that jake took you to until you reached a bench to take a rest on.

things were still silent as the night breeze blew, making more petals scatter. jake rested his head on your shoulder which caused your stomach to fill with butterflies.

"hey, jake?" you broke the silence.

"mhm?"

"thank you."

"for?"

"...making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world."

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a/n: another one done 😩 the next chapter will be even easier for me to write since i've been thinking about it for ages now lol but anyway, thank you all for reading <3 it means the world to me

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[ddejavvu]

Sugar daddy!Steve Harrington... except he’s actually just a massive simp who has a crush on you, and doesn’t even realise you two are already dating, that you like him back. Whenever you eye something up though in a shop his heart just goes !!! Because he’s like “you like that? Here! No no on me! Of course, bab- uhhh, of course! Here ya go! It probably didn’t wanna go home by- with anyone else anyway.” He’s actually such a flustered mess around you, and buying you gifts makes him so so happy! Plus he’s got the money for it. You actually might think he’ll faint when you sneak him into the changing room with him. Especially when you inform him you two are actually dating. Did he not realise this was literally a date? You asked him out and he said yes a week ago. You’re putting on a dress he’s buying for you in this cramped changing room, of course you two are togeth- oh you’re gonna have to catch him he’s going down

One thing that you've learned about Steve since the start of your relationship is that he's very respectful. Hell, he hasn't even tried to kiss you yet, but he showers you in whatever pretty things you lay your eyes on. You're not sure if he thinks he has to buy your love, but you think he'll kiss you when he's ready, and you're not complaining about the gifts in the meantime.

You're hoping he kisses you now, though. You're topless in a cramped dressing room, about to slip on a lacy bralette. You'll almost be a little offended if he doesn't kiss you.

It doesn't look like it'll happen anytime soon, though. He's pink-cheeked and staring at his shoes, hunched over so that your body isn't even in his peripheral.

"Steve," You wrestle with the clasp of the bralette in the back, wishing it was a slip-on instead, "Can you help me?"

"Uh- yeah!" He nods cheerily, even if he doesn't raise his head to look at you, "Whatcha need?"

"It won't clasp," You lament, "Can you do it for me?"

He freezes.

"Oh," He mumbles, daring to glance up at your face, and only your face in the mirror, eyes starting at the ceiling and trailing down until he catches your eyes just to be safe, "Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"Of course," You gush, watching curiously as he stands, carefully reaching for each side of the bralette on his way up, "You're my boyfriend, Stevie, you're allowed to touch me."

There's no warning before he trips, shoe jammed hastily into place instead of carefully trod on. He tries so hard not to kick your own foot that he rams his into the side of the dressing room, and falls forwards into your back. If you're being honest, you'd have thought he would kiss you before burying his face in your naked back, but again, you aren't complaining. There's something exciting about being jammed against the wall of a dressing room by your boyfriend.

"Sorry, sorry!" He splutters, his face hot against your skin as he tries tearing himself away from you. He doesn't get far in the small space, though, hovering behind you with his hands against the wall to keep his weight off of you.

"It's okay," You start, more nervous than you are upset, "Are you-?"

"You said boyfriend?" He cuts in, eyes wide as they stare into yours through the mirror to your left. "Are we- am I... we're dating? I'm your boyfriend?"

"Stevie," You gush, turning around even though it's difficult in the small space. You cup his burning cheeks, angling his face to yours, "You didn't think we were? This whole time?"

"No. No!" He shakes his head, his hair flopping over his eyes at the vigorous gesture, "'Cause- I mean, you never asked, or- or said anything about dating, and I just-"

"Steve," You repeat, scolding now, "I asked you out last week! And today! Why do you think we're in a dressing room together while I try on lingerie?"

"That's why I wasn't looking!" He whisper-shouts, conscious of the other dressing rooms around you, "I- I didn't wanna creep on you!"

"Steve," You seem to be a broken record, but the repeated calls of his name make his heart soar. You've got a dreamy grin on your face and when you lean in to press your pink-glossed lips to his cheek he thinks he'll die, "You're so sweet. We're dating, you're my boyfriend. That is," Your face dims slightly, "If you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yeah," He breathes, glancing over at the mirror to see his cheek, stamped with a pretty pink kiss mark, "Yeah, I really want to be your boyfriend."

[sniigura-archive]

I’m not good at finishing a story but.

College Adam that sends you Venmo money so you can buy lunch, or just straight buys you lunch.

Who puts a tracker in your phone so he can make sure you’re safe during after school activities (but he doesn’t tell you because he knows it’s not okay to track you but does it anyways)

C!Adam who breaks speed limits to get to you if you call and say you need him, but somehow never gets pulled over

C!Adam who always is finding excuses to either stay at your place or take you back to his, but he likes his better because all his shit is there. Also his bed is larger and comfier and “come on babe, 10 more minutes”

C!Adam who still likes going to your place because he’ll steal a bit of your things here & there and move it into his place so you have more reasons to come over and you are comfy because you have your shit there too.

C!Adam who loves to play wrestle you but he gets a little too into it so you gotta be careful.

C!Adam who acts smug as hell when Lute walks in mid-orgasm.

C! Adam who introduces you to his exorcists bitches so they can also keep an eye on you on campus.

College AU where the exorcists jump a dude who’s hitting on you and Adam has a one on one “talk” with him in private later that night, and come to find out a week later the jackass was expelled and sent to a community college a couple hours away.

C! Adam who asks you to marry him while drunk one night and buys you a green apple Ring Pop to prove he’s “Super serious”

C!Adam who brags non-stop to the exorcists and Lute and even Lucifer if he’s nearby about how awesome and loyal you are.

C!Adam who follows you home for the holidays, invites you to his house to meet his mom, or stays with you in the dorm so you’re not alone.

I have ideas, I have so many fucking ideas… but I suck at putting them in a plot, so here, I gift them unto you. Have fun.

adam in his sugar daddy era so real of him UGHHH

i love when my men are stalkers i would let him track me any day everyday

it’s like 2am you call him up, he’s down right pissed until you hit him with the „adam i need you come over“ and usually it takes him like 20 minutes to get there but he’s there in 10 😭😭😭😭

ADAM IS THE CEO OF „only 10 more minutes babe“ he knows how to keep you in bed with him longer 😭😭 he’s like „let’s cuddle“ and then his hands wander and he’s like „my hands are just cold babe“ like ok sure mr furnace. you have to keep him on a tight leash or you might never leave the bed

LMAOOO the idea of adam slowly moving you into his place by taking your stuff is so funny to me 😭 you wake up one day (in adam’s bed) and realise like all your stuff is here???? you haven’t been home 2+ weeks???? he’s sneaky like that…… hits you with the „well just break off your lease, baby, you can live with me rent free“ ok spendable king

play wrestling with adam need him bad actually……we all know he’s competitive so he wouldn’t even let you win, and he never loses GAHHH he’s careful ofc since he’s so much bigger and stronger but still siskslwkwlenwlwkwwkk one minute you’re giggling while he restrains your wrists with one hand while the other grasped one of your ankles and in the next minute he’s rubbing his bulge against your crotch diskskwk dry humping with adam……………many thoughts

LUTE WALKING IN it happens one too many times 😭😭 she’s so unbothered too jdisjdkd like you’re in the men’s dressing room getting bend over a bench and the next adam is discussing with lute about a new training schedule for the girls while still thrusting into you GAHHHH

the exorcists being his eyes!!!!!! you think you can breath since adam and lute aren’t round but ur forgetting about the other girls swirling around all campus 😭😭

ADAM GETRING GUYS EXPELLED WHO DONT GET THE HINT 😭 he’s evil like that. goes straight to sera with some sort of blackmail against the guy in his hand like „yeah 😔 he snorts crack at parties. what a fucking shame. when’s that fucker leaving sera?“ meanwhile adam’s the one who gave him the plugs snapchat HSIAJAJA

drunk adam my beloved…….hed be so silly. so sappy. the next morning he’d be like „yeah hahahahahaha so funny. anyways“ while gauging your reaction to the „““““““joke“““““ proposal. gotta know when the right time is

adam a big bragger we all know that. everyone knows you’re a baddie who got that grippy thanks to adam 😔

SPENDING HOLIDAYS WITH ADAM ALONE or with his family (sera and god aka chuck) HIWJEKW feeling lowkey like u don’t fit because those are RICH PEOPLE. like old money rich. like never have to actually work for the next 6 generations rich but adam pulls through for you by being as obnoxious as possible so his parents focus on him and not you. sera thanks you at the end for „dealing with her rowdy son. he has a good heart but lots of things to learn“

STOPPPP YOU KNOW HE WOULD BE SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT 😭😭😭😭 like he schools the band himself he’s on their ass CONSTANTLY like that’s his WEDDING DAY!!!!!!!!!!! if one (1) minor inconvenience happens he’s ready to explode

[magicalbuttertarts]

can i please request sugar baby fem!reader (mid 20s) secretly in love with sugar daddy adam copeland and he secretly bought an engagement ring waiting for the perfect time to propose? 🥰

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This has not proofread. Please enjoy though.

Requested an anonymous. Hope you like it.

Warnings: age gap. Reader is in mid 20s, Adam is 50. Mentions sex, but nothing descriptive. No use of y/n

WC 786

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I came to my condo, to yet another gift from Adam.

I smiled when I opened the small box and it was another pair of diamond earrings.

The same pair that I was looking at when I was with him last, so I wasn't surprised to see that they were waiting for me whe I got home.

When I first decided to be a sugar baby, I was struggling. I could barely afford my bills, even with working two jobs.

I was contemplating getting a third, when my friend suggested this site. I fought an inner battle with myself, but when I saw what she was getting, I decided that I would only do this one time, just to get back on my feet.

I met with a few men, some were okay, some were down right creepy, and then when I was about to give up, along came Adam.

We seemed to click, and he made me laugh and didn't make me feel like I was just a piece of meat, and well, here we are, a year and half in.

But there is one problem.

I have fallen in love with the man.

I knew of him as I had friends who watched wrestling, but I got to know him as a person, and just not as Edge.

I got to know the real Adam.

He is kind, and sweet.

Obsessed with hockey, and a long-time fan of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

I enjoy the nights in where it is just us watching hockey or a movie.

I mean, the sex is amazing, but there is just something about seeing him all relaxed at home, that just does something to me.

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I came to my condo, to yet another gift from Adam.

I smiled when I opened the small box and it was another pair of diamond earrings.

The same pair that I was looking at when I was with him last, so I wasn't surprised to see that they were waiting for me whe I got home.

When I first decided to be a sugar baby, I was struggling. I could barely afford my bills, even with working two jobs.

I was contemplating getting a third, when my friend suggested this site. I fought an inner battle with myself, but when I saw what she was getting, I decided that I would only do this one time, just to get back on my feet.

I met with a few men, some were okay, some were down right creepy, and then when I was about to give up, along came Adam.

We seemed to click, and he made me laugh and didn't make me feel like I was just a piece of meat, and well, here we are, a year and half in.

But there is one problem.

I have fallen in love with the man.

I knew of him as I had friends who watched wrestling, but I got to know him as a person, and just not as Edge.

I got to know the real Adam.

He is kind, and sweet.

Obsessed with hockey, and a long-time fan of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

I enjoy the nights in where it is just us watching hockey or a movie.

I mean, the sex is amazing, but there is just something about seeing him all relaxed at home, that just does something to me.

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Adam and I are at our favourite restaurant.

We have been coming here since the beginning of this relationship, and I now imagine that we are an actually couple out on a date.

We do get stares, as you can clearly tell that he is much older than me, but I have learned to ignore those looks.

"I knew those earrings would look good on you." He said as he looked over the menu, pretending to look through it, like he wouldn't get the same thing like he always does.

"Yes, thank you, but Adam, we have been over this. You didn't have to get them for me." I told him. He looked over the top of the menu.

"I was gone much longer this time around. I told you I would be back two weeks ago." He sighed, as he placed the menu on the table.

"I know, but this is your job, and I know you can never turn down a event. Besides, the break gave me time to catch up on my sleep."

He smirked as he we didn't get much sleep last night.

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I woke up before Adam, just like I usually do.

I grabbed one of his old hockey shirts, and put it on and headed towards the kitchen, getting our morning started.

Just as I was about to crack some eggs in the pan, I felt his arms wrap around my middle, pulling me into his chest.

I closed my eyes, thinking that this is a real relationship.

"Come back to bed, sweetheart." He muttered.

My heart fluttered when he called me sweetheart.

"Eat, and then we can."

He let go of me and took a step back.

I heard his chair scrap against the floor, as I finished up cooking.

I turned around, with our two plates in hand, and I looked up when I saw that he wasn't in his chair, but on one knee, holding a velvet box open, and the prettiest ring I have ever seen was in said box.

He said my name, which had me placing the plates on the table.

"I know our relationship is not conventional. I am old guy who was looking for a companion, a friend. You came into my life when I needed someone the most. I slowly fell in love with you, so much so that I pushed my feelings aside, not wanting to ruin what we have."

Adam took a deep breath, and continued.

"But I can't hide these feelings anymore. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

My hands covered my mouth, as I nodded my head yes. Adam stood up, taking my hand and placing the engagement ring on my finger.

"I love you, Adam." I finally said it out loud.

"I love you too, darling." He said as he kissed me.

Let's just say, we spent the day celebrating in bed, our breakfast lay cold on the table.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Mimicking his mannerisms ✧

Plot: You mimic your boyfriend’s mannerisms. @a-view-without-light-pollution

While Zack certainly appreciated your hilariously on-point impersonations of his trademark mannerisms - that cocky hair-tousle, gangly boyish gait, or exaggerated pout anytime you teased him - nothing melted his heart quite like catching you spontaneously mimicking his more tender quirks and phrases.

Like the way his gruff baritone took on that infinitely gentle, singsong cadence whenever addressing you with saccharine nicknames or pet names - not that the relentlessly upbeat SOLDIER would ever openly admit to deploying such shameless cheesiness.

Though your adorably squeaky falsetto crooning "Buckle up, buttercup!" or "C'mere and give daddy some sugar!" in that exaggerated, honey-dipped purr never failed to dissolve Zack into hysterics and bone-crushing embraces.

Arms winding snugly around your waist to yank you flush against his solid, muscular frame as he rained sloppy, smacking kisses over your giggling face.

"Damnit, baby! You always gotta go and make me weak in the knees like that?"

Zack would wheeze helplessly between laughing fits, idly stroking those tousled ebony spikes back from your flushed features. Utterly besotted by the way your eyes crinkled with pure, uninhibited joy and mischief in those private moments.

Of course, Zack being Zack - perhaps one of the most gloriously shameless, exuberant dorks to ever grace the planet - he simply couldn't resist leaning even further into the rampant sappiness by doubling down with his own revolting pet names and saccharine nothings.

Lavishing your beaming countenance in a monsoon of overly dramatic pecks, mwah-ing obnoxiously loudly to punctuate every sickly-sweet "Smoochie woochie!" or "Who's mamma's lil' angel-wangel?" in that utterly goofy falsetto.

A resonant timbre so achingly earnest and dripping with boyish charm, mirrored in the smitten gleam glittering within those mako irises.

And whenever you doubled over wheezing with laughter at Zack's antics, he wasted zero time joining you.

Wrestling his solid mass onto the floor beside you where you both sprawled in a giggling, squirming heap.

His achingly affectionate embrace enveloping you from behind as those skilled fingers promptly sought out all your most ticklish spots to amplify the shameless squeals and hiccuping guffaws filling the room.

Because for all the dauntless heroism and battle-tempered ferocity Zack Fair embodied as an elite SOLDIER operative, nobody on this entire godforsaken planet packed a sunnier, softer disposition behind closed doors.

That singularly warm and nurturing spirit effortlessly cutting through any tension or strife with unrelenting, boundless radiance.

Until your ribs positively ached and faces flushed scarlet from breathless exertion, finally collapsing in a languid, sweaty sprawl tangled together on the living room floor.

Both pairs of eyes alight with adoration and contentment at sharing this childlike, carefree bliss - a welcome reprieve from the crushing stakes awaiting beyond your humble sanctuary's walls.

Needing nothing more than each other's tender, steadfast affection to weather any storm swept their way.

Even if demonstrated through yet another round of cheeky impressions and doting squishes of those perpetually boyish cheeks you adored smothering in kisses.

[leahsflwer]

Matthew Jackson Dating Headcanons🤍

Warnings: Smut included! Adult content, dating things, light mentions of arguments, self doubt, insecurities

Matthew Jackson x Reader

Matthew Jackson Masterlist || AEW Masterlist || Requests

: ̗̀➛ Matthew loves his coffee (especially) Starbucks, so you will both be grabbing it every morning before work as he can’t survive a day with it as he whines to you

: ̗̀➛ To be honest this man would be great with periods, if you’re in pain he will have Panadol and heat up hot water bottles/heat packs for you. Even rubbing your back and getting you anything you crave during it, letting go you have a lazy week during your period

: ̗̀➛ Similar to his brother he will spoil you. No matter what you say. He will buy you expensive things just to see you in them or how big your smile gets when you see the gift

: ̗̀➛ Sugar daddy energy. Except with you not wanting the money at all as you want to be more independent, however he doesn’t care

: ̗̀➛ If you both have a disagreement or argue, he will blame himself and feel so bad until you tell him it’s alright and few times

: ̗̀➛ Loves it when you play with his long hair and put it in man buns or ponytails, makes him feel relaxed and comfortable around you

: ̗̀➛ He finds you silly when you told him how his deeper, raspier voice turns you on. So he teases you about it all the time. But also uses it to an advantage for when he’s in the mood

: ̗̀➛ Matthew isn’t a jealous person but prefers when you’re the protective and jealous one in the relationship. Hearing you say “he’s mine” or simply getting close to him when your jealous, he lives for that stuff

: ̗̀➛ Makes you join the elite, even if it doesn’t go with your wrestling attire, he wants you and as an EVP, you don’t have much of a choice

: ̗̀➛ Matt has a lot of self doubt and his confidence levels can fall instantly, that’s why he needs your constant support. With him always trying to support you the best way he possibly can. Making it a secure and positive relationship

: ̗̀➛ This man loves long, deep kisses that could go on for a long time, his hands on one spot or exploring every part of you, he just needs it after a long busy day, wanting to be against you even after a rough match in the ring

: ̗̀➛ He doesn’t really care where you are, he will make time to tease you, with his fingers, his words, anything just so when you’re both alone you finally snap and give into him

: ̗̀➛ Will prefer a comfortable lifestyle. A cozy home, with a family backyard, not some fancy, large house. He wants to come home and relax by the pool, having a few drinks with you

: ̗̀➛ Great with kids. He knows how to look after them and makes no fuss out of it

: ̗̀➛ One of his favourite things is having showers with you. In the mornings or after sex with you. He just enjoys the warmth of you and the hot water, it’s a moment he can never forget

: ̗̀➛ Understands your body language even before you understand how you’re feeling

: ̗̀➛ Shares earnings with you (if you wear them) and necklaces, letting you wear his cross one