sugar mommy lara⊠g!p or not but sugar mommy lara who spoils reader.. thatâs my request <33 if you donât wanna write itâs completely fine too babe!
SUGAR MOMMY!LARA HEADCANNONS â .á.á
content warnings: power dynamics. lara is a sugar mommyy obvi. soft dom undertones. lara loves spoiling you. subtle jealousy. mentions of oral sex.
author's note: thank you for this rec, babeeee! i appreciate it <3 also as i was looking, this was like the 3rd sugar mommy!lara rec iâve gotten, idk why i never gave yall her! my apologies.
sugar mommy!lara who checks up on you multiple times throughout the day. fresh off the wake up, during the mid day, and quick âmade it home, safely?â at night.
sugar mommy!lara who has you dressed in the most stylish attire. your closet completely changed when you met her.
sugar mommy!lara who had to correct you so much in the beginning for being apologetic about you wanting expensive things.
âdonât apologize, baby. just askâ
sugar mommy!lara who tells you what to wear. especially when sheâs taking you with her to an exquisite event. itâs never in a bossy way, she just knows whatâs good for you.
âjust trust me, baby. iâve got you.â
sugar mommy!lara who keeps sunglasses on her eyes. holds her at some form of power, you always know that sheâs staring deep into your soul, figuring everything out about you. but you itâs hard for you to do the same, she kind of likes that.
sugar mommy!lara who buys you multiple lingerie sets for you to put on and look pretty for her.
sugar mommy!lara who doesnât repeat herself. if you donât hear her instructions, oh well. you shouldâve been listening to her. but, whatever she asked you of, it better get done regardless of what you didnât hear, or there will be consequences.
sugar mommy!lara who always speaks to you in the softest voice. even when sheâs unhappy with your actions.
sugar mommy!lara who keeps a card of hers in your wallet. do whatever you want with it, being responsible is all she asks.
sugar mommy!lara whoâs very secure and rarely gets jealous. she trusts you, and she trusts herself.
when she does get jealous, she doesnât show any anger and anything. she becomes highly focused on you, and whoever had the audacity to speak to you. sheâs quiet, observant.
when she finally decides enough is enough, she comes by your side, arm wrapping low around waist, lips hovering over your ear, âready to go now, sweet girl?â
the night ends with you spread out on the bed, lara between your legs with her lips wrapped around your clit, fingers deep inside you, releasing every feeling of jealousy out of her body, and letting you feel all of it.
âmine, this pussy is mine, baby.â
sugar mommy!lara who has handwritten notes in all of the gifts she buys you. it shows she cares and is attentive about what you wanted.
sugar mommy!lara who has a soft spot for you. sheâs quick to pull her card out and get you anything you want, even when you can be a bit bratty.
sugar mommy!lara who teaches you everything you know. she was the one who taught you how to get down on your knees and eat pussy like your life depended on it.
lara is sure that you were made just for herâ or that she made you just for her. either way, she loves and it wouldnât want it any other way.
pairing: jenna ortega x fem!reader
sypnosis: at an event for modeling she met you , a victoria secret model . characters are over 18+ , and like mentions of making out !Â
tags: @sturnsflirt , and yea thatâs it !
the room is all white lights and mirrors, champagne flutes and camera flashes popping like tiny storms. youâre used to itâwalking, posing, smiling like itâs second nature. victoriaâs secret taught you how to float through a room like this.
jenna isnât used to it in the same way. sheâs standing near the edge of the crowd, black suit tailored sharp, fingers fidgeting with a ring as designers and photographers orbit her. she looks calm from far away. up close, you catch the way her shoulders ease when she finally laughs.
that happens when you talk to her. âyou look like you belong on a runway,â she says, eyes warm, honest. not flirtatious at firstâjust sincere. you grin. âyou look like youâre pretending this isnât intimidating.â she snorts. âis it working?â not really, you think. itâs cute.
you end up walking togetherâslow laps around the venue, drinks in hand, conversations slipping from small talk into something softer. she asks about travel. about nerves. about what itâs like to be looked at all the time.
you ask about acting. about pressure. about how she stays herself. by the time the event winds down, sheâs standing closer. close enough that her arm brushes yours when she laughs. close enough that you can smell her perfumeâclean, a little sweet.
outside, the night is cooler. quieter. âcan iââ she starts, then stops, smiling shy. âcan i kiss you?â you donât answer with words.
itâs gentle at first. a slow kiss, careful, like sheâs checking if itâs real. then another, longer. her hand finds your waist, thumb pressing in like she needs the anchor. you taste champagne and something warm and familiar, and she melts into it with a quiet sigh.
someone laughs down the street. a car passes. the world keeps moving.
you pull back just enough to rest your forehead against hers. âso,â she murmurs, breath soft against your lips, âdo models usually do encores?â you kiss her again, smiling into it, and she laughs right there, into your mouth. like this night just became her favorite scene.
the cup is warm in his hands, steam curling up into the cold air, apple cider sweet and cinnamon-sharp. percy bumps his shoulder into yours like he always does, like he canât help himself.
âitâs too hot,â he says, already grinning. âyouâre dramatic,â you mumble, lifting your own cup. he takes a sip anyway, hisses, then laughsâand thatâs when you lean in. itâs not rushed. just soft. a press of lips that lingers. his mouth tastes like apples and sugar and fall, and he freezes for half a second like heâs shocked every time you kiss him.
âoh,â he breathes, quiet. you kiss him again. and again. little kisses. slow ones. the kind that make him smile into your mouth, the kind that have his free hand finding your sleeve, tugging you closer. cider sloshes dangerously in his cup but neither of you care. âyou taste good,â he murmurs, embarrassed, ears turning pink.
you kiss the corner of his mouth. then his cheek. then his lips again, longer this time, until he sighs like heâs melting right there on the camp steps. his forehead rests against yours. apple cider breath. soft laughter. âokay,â he whispers, brushing his nose against yours. âyou win. best drink ever.â you kiss him one more time just to prove it.
youâre outside the small cabin, snow crunching under your boots, and you can see warm light spilling from the windows. your breath fogs in the cold air, and you can already hear faint laughter and the faint crackle of a fire inside. your hands are shoved in your coat pockets, heart racing a little faster than it probably should. todayâs christmas, and youâre finally visiting ellie.
you knock, and after a moment, the door swings open. sheâs there, wearing a slightly oversized sweater and that messy hair that somehow looks perfect anyway. her eyes light up the second she sees you, and your chest tightens because wow, sheâs even more gorgeous than you remembered.
âhey,â she says softly, but thereâs this little smile tugging at the corners of her lips, that same smile that makes your stomach do somersaults. she steps aside, letting you in, and you can smell pine and cinnamon and something⊠unmistakably ellie.
âhey,â you manage, shrugging off your coat. you canât help but notice how cozy everything is, the glow from the fireplace bouncing off her face, making her look like some christmas angel you didnât even know existed.
she grabs your hands suddenly, warm and firm. âi missed you,â she murmurs, and your heart practically explodes because youâve missed her too, more than you can even put into words.
you spend the next few hours laughing, making snow angels outside, and huddling by the fire, hands brushing, shoulders touching, until finally she pulls you down onto the couch next to her, blankets tangled around both of you.
âyou know,â she whispers, looking down at you with that shy ellie smirk, âyou make christmas way better just by being here.â
you smile, leaning in until your foreheads touch. âyeah? i was gonna say the same thing about you.â
and in the soft glow of the firelight, with snow drifting lazily outside, your lips find hers, slow and warm and full of everything youâve been holding in. christmas has never felt like this before, but somehow, with ellie, it feels perfect.
she pulls back just slightly, resting her forehead against yours, breath mingling. âstay with me tonight?â she asks.
âalways,â you whisper, and she grins, pressing another kiss to your lips as the snow keeps falling outside, turning the world into your little christmas bubble.
first fic back ! tysm for all the people who supported me thru my journey ! this has been camping out in the drafts for a WHILEEEEE
warnings uhm just some fluffy hcs because itâs getting very cold outside and i cannot keep doing this man. iâm freezing
recommended song winter wonderland by laufey
tags @specialpayroll (she requested) and @btterswetbea
dina whoâŠÂ pretends she doesnât like the snow but is literally the first one to throw it at you.
like she hits you in the back of the head and then runs, but she runs like a cartoon character slipping every two seconds.
dina whoâŠÂ goes ânooo, that didnât even hit you that hardâ even though youâre still blinking snow out your eyelashes and contemplating revenge.
dina whoâŠÂ will tackle you into the snow if she sees the chance.
and then be like, âsee? now weâre both cold. equal.â
dina whoâŠÂ refuses to wear gloves because âi donât need themâ but then immediately sticks her hands under your hoodie to warm them up.
and you scream because sheâs freezing and she just LAUGHS.
dina whoâŠÂ puts her cold toes on your calves under the blanket just to watch you lose your mind.
and when you yell? sheâs like âbut i just wanted to be close to you :/â
dina whoâŠÂ kisses your cheek after the snowball fight like,
âalright. truce. until spring.â
but you know sheâs plotting her next sneak attack already.
if you don't know what im talking about i will explain further under the cut.
due to all the writers (such as myself) get anonymous hate every single day. , you anonymous bitches are too much of a pussy to say it off anonymous and these are REAL FUCKING PEOPLE BEHIND THE FUCKING SCREEN. we aren't just ai that you can push around and it won't hurt, THESE ARE PEOPLE WHO SPEND THEIR TIME DOING WHAT THEY LOVE. because they don't have to do this., the manonsmartini situation is a prime example of a person behind the scenes getting hate by a bunch of fucking losers. i, myself have experienced this and all my followers know. i am a very sensitive person and i don't appreciate hate every time i turn anonymous questions on because they always have something to say (no hate to my nice anons) but this is fucking ridiculous, you're driving away writers who love what they're doing because you cannot be a nice person. to all the people spreading this hate: why do it? why would you want someone to suffer because you don't like what they most or what they write, HONEY THE BLOCK BUTTON IS FREE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT JUST BLOCK THEM NO ONES STOPPING YOU. I'M NOT CHANGING MY ACCOUNT JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE IT. like you don't know what they're going through and you're just making it worse.
