- comment with your character. - note if you'd prefer to be the sugar daddy/mommy, or sugar baby. - feel free to AU your characters into a modern setting, or fit it into your own
POSSIBLE SCENARIOS
â‘ CHATTING → texting option - you've just matched, time to state your terms, or plan that meet up. â‘¡ FIRST DATE → the first time you're meeting them offline... remember to pick a public (fancy) location... hopefully they look like their profile pic and aren't 100 years old. â‘¢ ARRANGEMENT → over drinks, over dinner... just how are you going to negotiate that allowance? What's in it for you? What's in it for them? It's time to talk shop. â‘£ SHOPPING → obligatory shopping option... finally you've got the black card/time to take them out and show them how the 1% live. ⑤ VACATION → fancy vacations are par for the course... it's just that everyone seems to know exactly what you're up to and that you don't belong there... â‘¥ PAYBACK → everything comes with a cost, you've got to pay it back eventually, be it in the bedroom, in sacrificing your time, or in being with someone who only wants you as an arrangement on their own terms. ⑦ CAUGHT FEELINGS → THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN YOU WERE GOING TO GET RICH AND DRAIN THEIR BANK ACC DAMMIT ⑧ YOUR CHOICE → wildcard option
[Loud, trashy rock star who loves splashing the cash on glam things; make-up, glittery shit, hairspray---shit tons of hairspray, clothes, jewellery and other stuff.]
Rekker knew this would happen eventually after he shredded Bjorn's clothes while drunk. It left him to only roll his eyes when he walked in the door and Bjorn demanded they go shopping because he had nothing to wear. The glam singer probably had ten times the clothes Rekker owned but that was to be expected. He relented to the pouting bitchiness over owing him and promising.
This had him back in the car with Bjorn in the passanger seat as they drove down into LA proper and the strip.
"Are you going to stop bitching now and tell me where we're going?"
"Bitching? I'm not bitching, you grumpy ginger bastard. You said you'd take me shopping because you fucking ripped up my clothes! How about we go into the glam boutiques? Because they have my sort of clothes---sparkly pink and glittery stuff I like. Oh and I need some new shoes, lots of shoes!"
Sorry Rekker but this is turning into girly shopping trip whether you like it or not. Your boyfriend is a needy fuck who likes expensive clothes. Bjorn giggled and pressed a kiss to the Brit's ear as he drove. This would be fun!
"So I'm not going to act like a total fuckhead we can go boy shopping for you too after if you'd like."
"Are you going to try and say you didn't like me ripping the shit off you?" Rekker laughed as he teased the singer but rolled his eyes. "I know of a few places."
This was going to be hell especially if any of the damned paparazzi decided to be out like vultures today. The kiss made him smile regardless of his annoyance about this trip in general. Admit it or not, he loves to spend time with Bjorn.
"I don't need anything." Rekker shrugged since he wasn't very materialistic at all. Enough that he didn't have to constantly wash clothes and to suit his hobbies was enough.
"You know I fucking loved it babe because it was so hot. Shit, I loved it so much and want to do it again sometime."
The blond winked at his ginger and wanted to grab Rekker's thigh but knew better because last time it nearly caused a crash. So Bjorn would reign in his hands for now as they drove to the shops. The Brit didn't like getting new clothes? Well fuck. Bjorn was a serious shopaholic just like Lars so he was ready to splash the cash.
"Aw, you don't need anything, honey? What about some new t-shirts or underwear? Every man needs those."
Rekker reached over and grabbed on to Bjorn's clothes; shirt, scarf, whatever was convenient and gave it a little tug. "You fucking ask for it."
All the time as far as the Brit was concerned. Bjorn did things to him mentally and physically that drove him insane. Rekker let his hand slide away, fingers drifting over Bjorn's thigh before he put his hand back on the steering wheel. Now, the leg grab wouldn't be so shocking. That first time, Rekker wasn't expecting it, dealing with high anxiety, and was an internal mess. He's more stable and expects the Swede to get handsy.
"I have enough." He shrugged because there wasn't much he needed. Maybe they could stop by the music shop and get some strings but otherwise, he wasn't a very needy person.
Bjorn giggled and squeaked a little when Rekker gave his scarf a tug. He loved it when the older man pulled on his clothes and was rough with him, sometimes to the point of ripping the fabric in a lust-filled rage. Those were the best. Acting all innocent the Swede just pouted.
"Enough? Bullshit! You need some nice colourful sparkly clothes, babe. Those drab shirts and jeans are boring as fuck."
This was the trashy singer's opinion of course. Rekker's clothes could be glammed up a little? Couldn't they? Flannel shirts and faded blue jeans were so out of fashion. Grabbing the ginger's thigh he squeezed it gently whilst laying his head on Rekker's shoulder.
"Fancy watching me try things on in the changing booths?"
"Boring?" Rekker started laughing and yanked a little harder on Bjorn's scarf. "Is that why you put them on every morning?"
And it was hot, fuck it was hot when Bjorn wore his clothes. He sighed as Bjorn leaned in, letting go of the scarf to stroke his lover's thigh. "You don't want me to watch."
He pushed his hand up between Bjorn's legs, caressing him greedily. "Just like when you follow me into the bathroom?"
"I put them on every morning because I'm a lazy fuck and your clothes smell good."
The Swede giggled but he was telling the truth. It was more the lazy rock star couldn't be fucked to pull his tight clothes on in the morning when he'd been fucked hard the night before and ached like a bitch. Rekker's clothes laying on the floor made for easy substitutes. Bjorn then gasped when the Brit caressed his crotch.
"You dirty bastard. I know you want to fuck me inside the changing booth. Shall we do that, honey? You and me fucking inside after I've put on my tight glam clothing?"
This shopping trip was becoming a huge burning dumpster fire.
"They look good on you." Sure they didn't fit right but he wanted to yank them off every time he saw the Swede walk out in his jeans.
That gasp sounded good and Rekker grabbed him harder to try and pull another from the trashy blonde. "I'll fuck you right here in this car, you dirty bitch, if you keep being a fucking tease."
[ Hanzo will be the sugardaddy. Yakuza-esque AU preferred with catching feelings, arrangement, or vacation scenario. Also would *love* any situation where the sugarbaby is also a honeypot trying to infiltrate the Shimada clan. Feel free to PM to hash out ideas if you want.]
{{Well, all this designer lingerie she likes isn't going to pay for itself, and neither is her degree (comes in undergrad or PhD flavors for various age-difference shenanigans). An excellent date for fancy dinners, shopping, fancy concerts, museums, high-end nightclubs, fetish clubs, gala parties, etc). She's 5'3" of effervescent sweetness, sparkling conversation in public and a willing and eager lover behind closed doors. Probably not "caught feelings" on her end, she's pretty good at compartmentalizing. Kinks/prefs in journal. Open to men AND women.}}
[ Scenario I’m thinking is high schooler who has dropped out of high school due to bullying, but doesn’t want to have the burden of asking his single mother for spending money.
He claims it’s purely for practical reasons but a part of him also is attention starved oops. ]
[ so fun fact i finished endwalker three days ago i've just been sleeping forever because my body is trying to make up for all the sleep i missed out on and sabotaging me
[They never really had money, growing up, and it made Aether feel like shit most of the time. Their parents were long gone; Dainsleif would work late nights trying to earn money for the four of them; Paimon was too young to understand anything; Lumine was his sister, beautiful and dutiful and strong. Then Dainsleif passed away — he'd been dying for a long time, really — and they'd had so much to worry about, freshly eighteen and grieving with no one to help them through the struggle of being adults for the very first time. He hadn't had a lot of choices. Lumine wanted to get a degree, wind up in a white-collar job that would support the three of them, and she'd fought against his self-sacrificial nature at first, but in the end even she agreed that he didn't really have any other choice: they'd have to part ways for the first time. There was no other way to make it work. He'd work odd jobs, wait tables. She'd go to college.
Working odd jobs is more of a fantasy than a reality, though. Aether couldn't even find that kind of convenient, easy part-time work, and stocking shelves at grocery stores found him exhausted, underpaid, and often sexually propositioned by frankly disgusting customers he had to smile and politely avoid. Lumine was away at college, but she couldn't afford the dorm meal plans, so she skated by on instant noodles and microwaved meals; Paimon was hungry almost all of the time, and the only real meal she'd have most of the time was her school lunches. He was hungry too, really. Hungry, and tired, and desperate.
So. So. He'd told himself that it would be better than saying yes to any of the awful customers and managers he'd had. He'd made a profile, crossed his fingers. Hoped and prayed he could at least talk to someone normal. Someone who wouldn't be an absolute degenerate.
Childe isn't really normal, and he is a degenerate, but things are good these days, thanks to him. (Aether's not sure if that's even his real name, but it doesn't matter if it isn't real as long as the man can get off on it when it's being called out in Aether's voice.) Aether doesn't know a lot about the man he calls his sugar daddy. He knows he has a big family, and a busy job, and he likes his secrets. He's Snezhnayan and redheaded and blue-eyed and tall, good-looking and impeccably trim, which makes his need for a sugaring relationship even more bizarre when he must surely get interest thrown at him all the time, but Aether doesn't question it. Maybe it's just easier for him to pay a cute young thing for his time than try to find the rare sort of pretty-boy whose schedule works with his. Maybe he just likes the idea of providing for Aether, who must be in a familiar position: the middle son of a struggling family with mouths to feed and girls to provide for.
Nowadays, they have a much nicer apartment, and real furnishings, and food in the fridge. Aether can afford to buy pretty things for Lumine's college dorm and cute jumpers for Paimon to wear to her junior high school and flowers for the memorial they keep for Dainsleif in their house, and he doesn't ever have to feel like the world's worst brother again.
(Lumine always asks about the job he works, and he's always managed to dodge the subject. He's implied, vaguely, that he works late nights at a bar in the city. He doesn't want her to worry. She can focus on her studies, and once she graduates, he... he'll figure something out.)
Anyway, it's the easiest thing in the world, keeping Childe happy. The man travels for business most of the time — probably part of the reason he can't have a more committed relationship, though who knows? maybe he doesn't want one — which means that all Aether really has to do is text him every day, tease him with racy pics whenever it seems like he wants that kind of thing. And then, of course, fuck him brainless whenever he's actually in town, which has been just as fun as it's been financially rewarding.
If Childe has other sugar babies — "a woman in every port," as the old saying goes — Aether doesn't ask. Part of it is that he doesn't want to know. The other part of it is that he doesn't want to see the end coming. He expects, at some point, that this will end. Childe will get tired of him, or they'll argue about something they can't reconcile, and he can't count on this easy money for the rest of his life.
For now, at least, he knows that Childe is in town, attending some late-night meeting to discuss some sort of business venture his company is interested in, and once he's done having drinks with his bosses, he's going to come see Aether. Aether has, of course, reported to his hotel room — can't receive him at home when Paimon's studying for some history test she'll be lucky to score a 40/100 on — and is going to send him a teasing shot: long, creamy legs strapped into silky black socks, contrasting beautifully against the white hotel sheets. A little bit of his blond hair is visible too, but if the viewer had any doubts as to the gender of Childe's paramour... his slightly hard cock is fully visible past his thin panties.]
Your reward for working so hard ♥
Open it when no one's looking, okay?
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[ The funny thing about being a sugar daddy is all the surrounding myths and misconceptions, things like one must be so undateable that they have to resort to paying for sex, or that all a daddy might want is someone pretty and stupid to take to high-functions and galas and fancy jet trips all over the world. While he can't deny he would enjoy all of those things, they're not the exact reasons why he'd downloaded the app in the first place.
To put it plainly, he'd been bored. His job was well-paying and secure, and he'd long since made sure his family was fairly well off. His siblings wanted for nothing, his mother and father had all the financial stability and security they could ever want, and he made sure to employ a family physician to see to his father's ailing health and alert him whenever things happened to go awry. He'd bought his parents a lovely cottage and a vacation home on top of that, in his native homeland, and there was not a day that went by that he didn't exchange texts with his family to see if there might be anything else they needed or if anything serious had changed in their day-to-day lives.
After all this he still had more wealth than he knew what to do with. The excess he donated to charities and other ventures to further the economy of Snezhnaya, and the rest was spent on leisure activities and other things to pass his time. He hadn't really wanted or even needed a relationship or any kind of arrangement with another person, but after hearing of the drama that one of his business associates had gone through with a catfishing baby on the app he used, Childe couldn't help but be intrigued.
But he was bored, and curious. And while that usually tended to be a dangerous combination when it came to him, in this situation the worst it did was make him a daddy.
Honestly, he doesn't know what Aether sees in him. The blond was the first one that had caught his eye, less so because of the unique name that was both more and less like the moniker one might use at a strip club, and more because of how he could come off as both awkward and confident all at once. He lives in some no-name podunk town he'd never heard of until just now, but if all the people that came out of that place came out looking like Aether he just might have to see about getting a vacation home there. He's incredibly sassy, smart and cute, and that's really all that matters.
While new to this sugar daddy thing, Childe had taken to his daddy duties like a fish to water. Providing for people he cared about was practically second nature to him and it didn't take long before he was flooding Aether's bank account and his Cashapp with more money than he'd probably ever seen in his life. The great thing about him was he didn't actually beg for it, didn't make their conversations all about the compensation and simply waited until Childe broached the subject to send him money - which didn't really take long.
And it's not like Aether doesn't make it worth his while. He absolutely holds up his end of the unspoken agreement they have, so much so that Childe actually looks forward to his business meetings and his trips if it means he's close enough to Aether that he can catch a train or a plane and see him before dawn. Their nights together seldom last long, but he makes sure to leave a lasting impression of himself on Aether - and consequently, on the mattress with Aether - before he's leaving in the morning with a folded up note and a hefty amount of cash deposited into the blond's bank account to match the deposit he'd made in the blond himself.
It works well enough that he doesn't really have need for other babies, and that's fine. He's sure Aether wouldn't mind if the subject ever comes up and Childe doesn't really feel like it's in good taste to speak about other babies when you're with a baby. Or however that sentiment goes.
This week he's in town at some conference meant to foster partnership between his company and another's. Business ventures, he'd told Aether, and it primarily involved the acquisition of some new technology or other, he's not entirely sure. The drinks are flowing freely but he makes sure not to imbibe too much - though it would take more than what they had in stock to get him smashed, Snezhnayan alcohol tolerance and all - and when he receives the text from Aether he opens it on the table, in full view of everyone. It would probably be more disastrous if one of the associates from the other company hadn't started getting sick on one of the waitresses, and Childe is able to shoot off a quick text before he locks his phone and slips it into his breast pocket. ]
I'm gonna put my tongue on that pretty little cock of yours if you don't behave.
[ It's less a completely empty threat and more a promise, since they both know he's probably going to do it anyway as soon as he gets to the hotel. A half an hour later of drinks filled with chatter about new ventures and "looking forward to working with you"s and he's tapping his card key against the lock and turning the knob once it's clicked open. As he steps inside he gently toes off his shoes and loosens the tie of his three-piece suit, exercising great restraint in just ripping it off himself and being done with it. ]
Aetherrrr~! I got your message. I hope you didn't fall asleep on me, baby boy.
[Aether's been keeping himself busy, of course. Well, he wasn't busy the whole time — the business dinner was a long one, and he wasn't actually just lying seductively in bed with nothing else to do. He stopped to pop open a can of soda from the hotel mini-fridge, checked his social media profiles, told Lumine he wouldn't be coming home, that he'd be "out with friends." Watched some porn to get some inspiration for some of the things he'll do to Childe tonight.
But now his sexy daddy's right in front of him and Aether's hard at work putting up the illusion of having been busy. Which is to say that he's lying on his side when Childe enters, teasing himself with a relatively small vibrator compared the sorts of things that Childe sometimes sends him (Aether hadn't really wanted to sneak into his swanky hotel suite with a suitcase full of sex toys, though; too embarrassing, even if the hotel staff has probably seen worse).
He's not really trying to get off; he's just teasing himself enough to provide some visual interest for Childe to enjoy. With a soft moan, he rolls onto his back, pulling the vibrator away just enough to reveal the string of pre-cum that's stuck to the toy from how much he's been teasing and edging himself.]
Nngh... I thought you'd never come.
[Perfectly flirty and come-hither, of course. How could you keep your precious baby boy waiting like this, Childe? He's wanted your cock so much. He spreads his legs, shamelessly lewd, to reveal that he's lubed himself up, too: he's ready for Childe to play with him any way he wants to. He's ready to earn that paycheck of his.]
Welcome home, daddy... ♥
[Not that this hotel suite is "home" — but they can play pretend, can't they?]
[ Oh, Aether. The effect of the sight laid out before him is easy to see in the way his pupils dilate, his eyes riveted on where the blond if playing with himself on the bed. Admittedly, he is a little surprised that he hasn't seen fit to treat himself to the room service the hotel offered, but given that Aether normally didn't even ask him for an allowance unless Childe himself broached the subject he supposed that was to be expected. It was one of the things about their arrangement that he liked, that it didn't feel as though the blond were simply using him for money and faking how much he enjoyed their interactions.
Well, he'd known what he was getting into, going in, and he knew what the nature of a sugarbaby/daddy arrangement meant. But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy playing pretend every once in a while.
The sight of Aether spreading his legs and that cute, shiny hole of his perfectly lubed up and ready to be used has his fingers immediately moving to the clasp of his belt to undo it, one handed and fluid. It's navigated out of the loops with jerky, swift movements, and the entire thing gets dropped on the floor in a coil of designer leather. ]
Work kept me out late, Aether. I see you had no trouble finding a way to entertain yourself, though... [ Close as he is, it's an easy enough feet to take a hold of Aether's slim legs and gently tug him down the spread of the bed. It's not the ideal angle for what he wants him to do, but the blond has been nothing if not adaptable, smart enough to pick up on the subtle nuances of his motions as if trained for it. The way he begins work on the fastenings of his trousers and nothing else is probably indication enough that he intends to use his mouth before anything else. ]
Did you bring any of your other toys to play with?
[ooc: Most likely the baby. I would love, love, love a courtesan verse for Evie. Sold into service at a high class brothel, she's spent years entertaining all sorts of patrons, never expecting to meet someone that they actually care about. Maybe she has a patron that returns time after time, and although she is reluctant to admit that she has fond feelings for him, eventually does. I have so many horrible ideas of the hurt I can inflict in this verse, but ultimately, I would love for them to have a happy ending. Also open to alternate scenario discussions.]
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Bjorn "Stormbringer" Larsson | OC | Ziggy Stardust universe | ota
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This had him back in the car with Bjorn in the passanger seat as they drove down into LA proper and the strip.
"Are you going to stop bitching now and tell me where we're going?"
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Sorry Rekker but this is turning into girly shopping trip whether you like it or not. Your boyfriend is a needy fuck who likes expensive clothes. Bjorn giggled and pressed a kiss to the Brit's ear as he drove. This would be fun!
"So I'm not going to act like a total fuckhead we can go boy shopping for you too after if you'd like."
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This was going to be hell especially if any of the damned paparazzi decided to be out like vultures today. The kiss made him smile regardless of his annoyance about this trip in general. Admit it or not, he loves to spend time with Bjorn.
"I don't need anything." Rekker shrugged since he wasn't very materialistic at all. Enough that he didn't have to constantly wash clothes and to suit his hobbies was enough.
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The blond winked at his ginger and wanted to grab Rekker's thigh but knew better because last time it nearly caused a crash. So Bjorn would reign in his hands for now as they drove to the shops. The Brit didn't like getting new clothes? Well fuck. Bjorn was a serious shopaholic just like Lars so he was ready to splash the cash.
"Aw, you don't need anything, honey? What about some new t-shirts or underwear? Every man needs those."
Surely, Rekker would buy something at least.
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All the time as far as the Brit was concerned. Bjorn did things to him mentally and physically that drove him insane. Rekker let his hand slide away, fingers drifting over Bjorn's thigh before he put his hand back on the steering wheel. Now, the leg grab wouldn't be so shocking. That first time, Rekker wasn't expecting it, dealing with high anxiety, and was an internal mess. He's more stable and expects the Swede to get handsy.
"I have enough." He shrugged because there wasn't much he needed. Maybe they could stop by the music shop and get some strings but otherwise, he wasn't a very needy person.
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"Enough? Bullshit! You need some nice colourful sparkly clothes, babe. Those drab shirts and jeans are boring as fuck."
This was the trashy singer's opinion of course. Rekker's clothes could be glammed up a little? Couldn't they? Flannel shirts and faded blue jeans were so out of fashion. Grabbing the ginger's thigh he squeezed it gently whilst laying his head on Rekker's shoulder.
"Fancy watching me try things on in the changing booths?"
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And it was hot, fuck it was hot when Bjorn wore his clothes. He sighed as Bjorn leaned in, letting go of the scarf to stroke his lover's thigh. "You don't want me to watch."
He pushed his hand up between Bjorn's legs, caressing him greedily. "Just like when you follow me into the bathroom?"
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The Swede giggled but he was telling the truth. It was more the lazy rock star couldn't be fucked to pull his tight clothes on in the morning when he'd been fucked hard the night before and ached like a bitch. Rekker's clothes laying on the floor made for easy substitutes. Bjorn then gasped when the Brit caressed his crotch.
"You dirty bastard. I know you want to fuck me inside the changing booth. Shall we do that, honey? You and me fucking inside after I've put on my tight glam clothing?"
This shopping trip was becoming a huge burning dumpster fire.
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That gasp sounded good and Rekker grabbed him harder to try and pull another from the trashy blonde. "I'll fuck you right here in this car, you dirty bitch, if you keep being a fucking tease."
Hanzo | Overwatch | MxM
jyn erso || rogue one || ota
cassian andor || rogue one || ota
rey || star wars || ota
ben solo || star wars || ota
bodhi rook || rogue one || ota
silco, arcane.
rose tico || star wars || ota
hilda valentine goneril | fe:3h | ota
billie martinelli | original | ota
sukuna ( jujutsu kaisen )
Maisie Lark || OC || OTA
Dr. Christian Troy | Nip/Tuck | m/f
Junpei Yoshino | Jujutsu Kaisen | OTA
He claims it’s purely for practical reasons but a part of him also is attention starved oops. ]
Princess Serenity / Sailor Moon
childe | genshin impact | ota
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so :3c ]
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Working odd jobs is more of a fantasy than a reality, though. Aether couldn't even find that kind of convenient, easy part-time work, and stocking shelves at grocery stores found him exhausted, underpaid, and often sexually propositioned by frankly disgusting customers he had to smile and politely avoid. Lumine was away at college, but she couldn't afford the dorm meal plans, so she skated by on instant noodles and microwaved meals; Paimon was hungry almost all of the time, and the only real meal she'd have most of the time was her school lunches. He was hungry too, really. Hungry, and tired, and desperate.
So. So. He'd told himself that it would be better than saying yes to any of the awful customers and managers he'd had. He'd made a profile, crossed his fingers. Hoped and prayed he could at least talk to someone normal. Someone who wouldn't be an absolute degenerate.
Childe isn't really normal, and he is a degenerate, but things are good these days, thanks to him. (Aether's not sure if that's even his real name, but it doesn't matter if it isn't real as long as the man can get off on it when it's being called out in Aether's voice.) Aether doesn't know a lot about the man he calls his sugar daddy. He knows he has a big family, and a busy job, and he likes his secrets. He's Snezhnayan and redheaded and blue-eyed and tall, good-looking and impeccably trim, which makes his need for a sugaring relationship even more bizarre when he must surely get interest thrown at him all the time, but Aether doesn't question it. Maybe it's just easier for him to pay a cute young thing for his time than try to find the rare sort of pretty-boy whose schedule works with his. Maybe he just likes the idea of providing for Aether, who must be in a familiar position: the middle son of a struggling family with mouths to feed and girls to provide for.
Nowadays, they have a much nicer apartment, and real furnishings, and food in the fridge. Aether can afford to buy pretty things for Lumine's college dorm and cute jumpers for Paimon to wear to her junior high school and flowers for the memorial they keep for Dainsleif in their house, and he doesn't ever have to feel like the world's worst brother again.
(Lumine always asks about the job he works, and he's always managed to dodge the subject. He's implied, vaguely, that he works late nights at a bar in the city. He doesn't want her to worry. She can focus on her studies, and once she graduates, he... he'll figure something out.)
Anyway, it's the easiest thing in the world, keeping Childe happy. The man travels for business most of the time — probably part of the reason he can't have a more committed relationship, though who knows? maybe he doesn't want one — which means that all Aether really has to do is text him every day, tease him with racy pics whenever it seems like he wants that kind of thing. And then, of course, fuck him brainless whenever he's actually in town, which has been just as fun as it's been financially rewarding.
If Childe has other sugar babies — "a woman in every port," as the old saying goes — Aether doesn't ask. Part of it is that he doesn't want to know. The other part of it is that he doesn't want to see the end coming. He expects, at some point, that this will end. Childe will get tired of him, or they'll argue about something they can't reconcile, and he can't count on this easy money for the rest of his life.
For now, at least, he knows that Childe is in town, attending some late-night meeting to discuss some sort of business venture his company is interested in, and once he's done having drinks with his bosses, he's going to come see Aether. Aether has, of course, reported to his hotel room — can't receive him at home when Paimon's studying for some history test she'll be lucky to score a 40/100 on — and is going to send him a teasing shot: long, creamy legs strapped into silky black socks, contrasting beautifully against the white hotel sheets. A little bit of his blond hair is visible too, but if the viewer had any doubts as to the gender of Childe's paramour... his slightly hard cock is fully visible past his thin panties.]
Your reward for working so hard ♥
Open it when no one's looking, okay?
hits you back an 1100 word reply
To put it plainly, he'd been bored. His job was well-paying and secure, and he'd long since made sure his family was fairly well off. His siblings wanted for nothing, his mother and father had all the financial stability and security they could ever want, and he made sure to employ a family physician to see to his father's ailing health and alert him whenever things happened to go awry. He'd bought his parents a lovely cottage and a vacation home on top of that, in his native homeland, and there was not a day that went by that he didn't exchange texts with his family to see if there might be anything else they needed or if anything serious had changed in their day-to-day lives.
After all this he still had more wealth than he knew what to do with. The excess he donated to charities and other ventures to further the economy of Snezhnaya, and the rest was spent on leisure activities and other things to pass his time. He hadn't really wanted or even needed a relationship or any kind of arrangement with another person, but after hearing of the drama that one of his business associates had gone through with a catfishing baby on the app he used, Childe couldn't help but be intrigued.
Growing up he'd always been attracted to chaos in any situation; as a child he would frequently engage in fistfights with boys twice his age - which had the potential to become a PR nightmare when he became more successful, but the great thing about being rich was the ability to hire amazing lawyers - take the long way to observe a burning house, take the time to finish his meal when the couple beside him was arguing, that sort of thing. It wasn't as if he particularly minded being involved in the drama himself, but more often than not his blasé reaction to these sorts of things quickly made people rethink involving him in their conflicts (or their lives, since his ex-girlfriends vehemently insisted that he simply didn't care about them).
But he was bored, and curious. And while that usually tended to be a dangerous combination when it came to him, in this situation the worst it did was make him a daddy.
Honestly, he doesn't know what Aether sees in him. The blond was the first one that had caught his eye, less so because of the unique name that was both more and less like the moniker one might use at a strip club, and more because of how he could come off as both awkward and confident all at once. He lives in some no-name podunk town he'd never heard of until just now, but if all the people that came out of that place came out looking like Aether he just might have to see about getting a vacation home there. He's incredibly sassy, smart and cute, and that's really all that matters.
While new to this sugar daddy thing, Childe had taken to his daddy duties like a fish to water. Providing for people he cared about was practically second nature to him and it didn't take long before he was flooding Aether's bank account and his Cashapp with more money than he'd probably ever seen in his life. The great thing about him was he didn't actually beg for it, didn't make their conversations all about the compensation and simply waited until Childe broached the subject to send him money - which didn't really take long.
And it's not like Aether doesn't make it worth his while. He absolutely holds up his end of the unspoken agreement they have, so much so that Childe actually looks forward to his business meetings and his trips if it means he's close enough to Aether that he can catch a train or a plane and see him before dawn. Their nights together seldom last long, but he makes sure to leave a lasting impression of himself on Aether - and consequently, on the mattress with Aether - before he's leaving in the morning with a folded up note and a hefty amount of cash deposited into the blond's bank account to match the deposit he'd made in the blond himself.
It works well enough that he doesn't really have need for other babies, and that's fine. He's sure Aether wouldn't mind if the subject ever comes up and Childe doesn't really feel like it's in good taste to speak about other babies when you're with a baby. Or however that sentiment goes.
This week he's in town at some conference meant to foster partnership between his company and another's. Business ventures, he'd told Aether, and it primarily involved the acquisition of some new technology or other, he's not entirely sure. The drinks are flowing freely but he makes sure not to imbibe too much - though it would take more than what they had in stock to get him smashed, Snezhnayan alcohol tolerance and all - and when he receives the text from Aether he opens it on the table, in full view of everyone. It would probably be more disastrous if one of the associates from the other company hadn't started getting sick on one of the waitresses, and Childe is able to shoot off a quick text before he locks his phone and slips it into his breast pocket. ]
I'm gonna put my tongue on that pretty little cock of yours if you don't behave.
[ It's less a completely empty threat and more a promise, since they both know he's probably going to do it anyway as soon as he gets to the hotel. A half an hour later of drinks filled with chatter about new ventures and "looking forward to working with you"s and he's tapping his card key against the lock and turning the knob once it's clicked open. As he steps inside he gently toes off his shoes and loosens the tie of his three-piece suit, exercising great restraint in just ripping it off himself and being done with it. ]
Aetherrrr~! I got your message. I hope you didn't fall asleep on me, baby boy.
good wonderful i am fed
But now his sexy daddy's right in front of him and Aether's hard at work putting up the illusion of having been busy. Which is to say that he's lying on his side when Childe enters, teasing himself with a relatively small vibrator compared the sorts of things that Childe sometimes sends him (Aether hadn't really wanted to sneak into his swanky hotel suite with a suitcase full of sex toys, though; too embarrassing, even if the hotel staff has probably seen worse).
He's not really trying to get off; he's just teasing himself enough to provide some visual interest for Childe to enjoy. With a soft moan, he rolls onto his back, pulling the vibrator away just enough to reveal the string of pre-cum that's stuck to the toy from how much he's been teasing and edging himself.]
Nngh... I thought you'd never come.
[Perfectly flirty and come-hither, of course. How could you keep your precious baby boy waiting like this, Childe? He's wanted your cock so much. He spreads his legs, shamelessly lewd, to reveal that he's lubed himself up, too: he's ready for Childe to play with him any way he wants to. He's ready to earn that paycheck of his.]
Welcome home, daddy... ♥
[Not that this hotel suite is "home" — but they can play pretend, can't they?]
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Well, he'd known what he was getting into, going in, and he knew what the nature of a sugarbaby/daddy arrangement meant. But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy playing pretend every once in a while.
The sight of Aether spreading his legs and that cute, shiny hole of his perfectly lubed up and ready to be used has his fingers immediately moving to the clasp of his belt to undo it, one handed and fluid. It's navigated out of the loops with jerky, swift movements, and the entire thing gets dropped on the floor in a coil of designer leather. ]
Work kept me out late, Aether. I see you had no trouble finding a way to entertain yourself, though... [ Close as he is, it's an easy enough feet to take a hold of Aether's slim legs and gently tug him down the spread of the bed. It's not the ideal angle for what he wants him to do, but the blond has been nothing if not adaptable, smart enough to pick up on the subtle nuances of his motions as if trained for it. The way he begins work on the fastenings of his trousers and nothing else is probably indication enough that he intends to use his mouth before anything else. ]
Did you bring any of your other toys to play with?
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