colasapphic

[colasapphic]

I am obssessed with Georgia too ! What about a mom’s best friend georgia ? Or an punk musician reader x georgia ?? Have a Nice day

(a/n: why not a little bit of both! and i hope u have a nice day as well <3)

cherry bomb | georgia miller

wc: 2.0k

summary: deemed a ‘rebel delinquent’ by your mother for your career choices, you never liked to be home for long—maybe your mom’s new best friend will change that.

cw: light smut, femreader, fluff & angst, reader has mommy issues, unspecified age gap, georgia is really into guitarists

being home was a disaster.

some people were lucky to be born into a loving family, not you. your mother hated the fact you chose music as a career instead of something ‘respectable’. fights were inevitable when you came home from touring, she always had something to say about your music, and it was never positive.

so that’s where you were now, fighting with your mother in the living room about your latest album, “i don’t see how it’s any of your business! you don’t even come to my fucking shows!” you yell, hands swaying aggressively. your mother laughs bitterly, slamming her hands on the coffee table, “i don’t need to! my delinquent daughter is all over the internet!”

“it’s like you’re not even listening to me!” your words echo in the house as you make your way to the front door—just needing some goddamn air, “i should’ve never bought you that guitar, y/n!” your mother shrieks, trailing behind you to continue the fight, as she always does.

“you’re impossible!” you fumed, swinging the door open, but as you do, you see someone standing there. it was a young blonde woman with a container of food in her hand. she grins upon seeing you, “well hello there! you’re new!” georgia pointed out and for a few seconds you just stare at each other silently. then your face twists back into anger, “have fun, shes pissed” you seethe, shoving her out of your way and walking off the premises through the grass.

“and don’t walk in my grass with those disgusting boots!” of course your mother had to get the last word. georgia looks between the two of you, eyebrows raised in shock, “wow! teenagers!” she beams awkwardly, hands clutching the container tightly

“oh she’s not a teenager anymore.”

“so it just never gets easier?”

“nope.”

you don’t return to the house for about an hour, opting to sit at the end of the street and smoke a cigarette. of course when you do get back, your mother can’t help but open her mouth, “and now you smell like cigarettes?” she asks in a petty tone from the dining table.

you roll your eyes, “do you have anything positive to say about me?” your question was rhetorical, you knew she didn’t. at least not anymore, you missed the days where you and your mother were close, “i think you would be really beautiful if you stopped wearing that clown makeup” your mother smiles at you and you can feel the anger boiling in the pit of your stomach once more. you slam your phone on the dining table and take a seat next to the mystery woman, who had tensed up the moment you entered the home. you notice she was staring at you, but her face was unreadable, “what.” you bark—causing your mother to hit you in the arm for your rude demeanor.

“nothin’! i like your outfit! it’s very punk vampire!” your eyebrows raise at the compliment, it was something you hadn’t expected from one of your mom’s friends. clearly, your mom didn’t either, as her gaze falls on georgia in shock—the woman chuckles nervously at that, “…come on. she’s a very beautiful young lady” she’s trying to mediate. how sweet of her.

“i don’t need your help” you scoff, crossing your arms as your gaze settles back onto your mother—her face had softened, but she didn’t speak, just returned to her food. you didn’t put any on your plate, after all that bickering you weren’t that hungry. georgia gives you a concerned glance, “you not hungry, peach?” her voice is soft, completely disregarding your last statement.

“not really.”

your mother is the one who speaks next, “all that arguing tucker you out?” you immediately shove your chair back, grabbing your phone and stomping up the stairs—it wasn’t worth it to keep arguing with her.

what you weren’t expecting was for georgia to be standing against your doorframe about two hours later, taking in the sight of your bedroom. you slowly turn to her from your desk—where you had been retuning one of your guitars, “uhm… hello?” it felt a bit weird for another person to be in your room, you never brought people over.

“hey peach!” her voice is as chipper as ever as she walks over to you, placing her hands on your shoulders, “what’s got her panties in a twist anyways?” she whispers loudly, playfully looking back to ‘make sure’ your mother wasn’t standing there. you take a deep breath, revelling in the feel of her hands on you, “i’m in a band and she hates it because that’s not what she wanted me to do with my life” you explain carefully, which causes georgia to pout, it was an odd sight. georgia’s hands find themselves rubbing your shoulders in a comforting manner, “i’ll talk to her for you”

“you really don’t have to do that.”

“i’m very convincing”

you roll your eyes once more at that, “i’ve noticed” you quip quietly, turning your chair around to return to your guitar.

“will you at least tell me your name?” she didn’t sound like she was asking, more like demanding in a kind way. so you scratch your chin in an irritated manner, “it’s y/n. and yo—“

“georgia!” she cuts you off, removing one of her hands to extend towards you—for a handshake. you slowly take her hand in yours, shaking it firmly. after this interaction, the room is filled with a less than awkward silence—as she lets you return to your guitar. she doesn’t leave your room, though, finding herself walking around and messing with your little knickknacks. if it were anyone else, you’d chastise them and demand they’d leave, but there was something different about georgia… and it didn’t just have to do with her beauty.

“you’ve gotta let me come see you perform. do you have anything planned while you’re home?” your head raises in shock, she wanted to come see you perform? this was new, but definitely not discouraged, “uh yeah.. sometime we perform at bars in boston when i’m home, we’re performing at lucky’s lounge this saturday, you should totally come” if anyone else saw you, they’d say you were babbling, but it was rare for your mom’s friends to be interested in your work beyond comparing you to their own kids.

suddenly, your mother is at the doorway, “georgia? you said you were using the bathroom?”

“yes—i got lost and…asked sweet y/n here to remind me where the bathroom was”

“right..well come on! our favorite movie is on”

you give georgia a confused look on her way out, “really? the bathroom?” you had mouthed and she just shrugged, sending you a wink before she disappears down the hall.

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you hadn’t expected georgia to actually show up, so when you spotted her in the crowd, you pressed your hand down against the guitar strings too hard, causing a loud screech.

your bandmates glance at you as you quickly recover, but you find yourself staring at georgia for the rest of the set, she seemed to genuinely enjoy the music. you were shocked by this, she didn’t seem the type—but maybe you were just used to suburban parents. one of your bandmates grabs your arm as you start walking in the opposite direction as them, “you guys hit the bar, i’ll catch up with you” you insisted, yanking your arm away from them as you continue on your way to find georgia. and oh do you find her, you nearly bump into her—guitar swinging a bit against your back as you quickly make as much space as physically possible in the bar between the two of you.

georgia only chuckles at your attempt to get away from her, “you were amazin’! honestly i’ve never seen someone have so much skill with their…hands” the pause makes you flush for a reason you can’t quite pinpoint, but you simply try to laugh it off.

“thank you, it’s rare that wellsbury mom’s like that sorta stuff” as you speak you realize you were sweating quite a lot, likely from the activities you were doing on that stage, “sorry i’m probably dripping all over you” you laugh nervously, trying to back up further, but the place was too cramped

“that’s quite alright, honestly i think it’s kinda sexy”

you heart stopped, it was kinda what? your ears had to be playing tricks on you. clearly they weren’t as georgia took ahold of your studded belt, yanking you close to her, “i’ve always thought rockstars were super hot” she whispered in your ear boldly, bringing her lips down to brush against yours. you push her away lightly in shock, more nervous laughs leaving you involuntarily, “i’m sorry—it’s just that…you’re my mom’s friend…and that would be—wrong” you come to the crushing realization that its hard to articulate your words in a moment like this.

you realize in a second that she’s giving you fuck me eyes, her hand never leaving your belt, “okay peach…let me atleast walk you home? your mom… won’t be there” she speaks lowly and you almost miss her words due to the volume in the bar.

as if comically on time, that same bandmate from earlier walks up, grabbing your arm once more, “stop flirting with the damn wellsbury moms, alex has us hooked up with those university chicks” georgia’s face flickers through a few emotions you can’t make out with the strobe lights, but you slowly look between your friend and georgia, as if making a decisio—in a second, you do, “sorry dude, i’ll pass. i have a headache and i want to head home” georgia smirks at your response, grabbing ahold of your hand and leading you out of the bar—a confused glance by your friend follows you both to the exit.

once outside the bar, you get a look at georgia—she looked beautiful. black skirt with a skull black crop top and a red smokey makeup look. as if knowing what you were thinking, georgia speaks up, “ya like? i stole it from my daughter”

you can only laugh in response, mesmerized by her, “yeah—i do like” is all you can manage to get out, but noticing her shivers, you instinctively slide your leather jacket off, handing it over to her, “here”

“my hero” georgia drawls as she puts the jacket on, looking at you before her eyes widen and she bursts out into laughter, “i didn’t notice in the bar, but all that sweatin’ and your face paint is comin off” your eyebrows raise in surprise and you instinctively move your hands up to touch your face.

georgia grabs your wrists before they can reach, “you’ll just smudge it more!” the shock of being grabbed causes you to stumble back—now you find yourself pinned against the wall by georgia. there is about six agonizingly long seconds before the woman pulls away quickly, as if being knocked out of a trance. once back at your house, you both find yourselves sitting on the couch with a glass of wine—yours left untouched, you weren’t much of a wine person.

“tell me the truth, why’d you come home? you could’ve been bangin’ hot college chicks” you don’t respond to her, in all honesty it felt like a trap. georgia seems amused by your silence—it let her come to her own conclusions, “maybe you wanted to bang your mom’s friend instead” you gulp, fuck. what kind of effect did this woman have on you? you watch as georgia gently grabs your hand and starts leading it up her skirt, “i’ve always wanted to fuck a guitarist..i hear they’re amazin’ with their fingers” she breathes out, stopping your hand at her panties and grinning darkly at you.

“fuck it” you mutter, leaning over and using your other hand to yank her into a kiss. you find yourself ontop of georgia, your body pinning hers to the couch as you begin rubbing her through her panties. she moans into your mouth, your kisses becoming hungrier as your makeup begins to smear off onto the older woman. her hands slide up your shirt littered with holes, placing her hands on your back and pulling you impossibly closer to her.

your makeout session is cut short by the sound of the front door opening. you leap off her, grabbing your guitar off the floor and angrily pointing at her, “you said she wouldn’t be home!” you whisper angrily, sprinting up the stairs as your mother walks into the living room.

“georgia i—is that y/n’s jacket?”

[colasapphic]

I don’t ever request but I was thinking of Georgia and a real hippie/artsy young reader (Georgia miller SAVE MEEEE💔)

(a/n: first request don’t panic. but omg TY for leaving a request!! i hope this is what you were looking for)

stained glass | georgia miller

wc: 1.6k (it’s a little short, would be willing to do a pt2 if you so wish anon!)

summary: georgia miller was never one for the hippie lifestyle, maybe you could change that.

cw: femreader, age gap, opposites attract, georgia is a lil judgmental at first but she comes around

“mom get up”

georgia groans at the noise, instinctively turning away and grabbing the covers. ginny only grabs the sheets in response—ripping them off of her. georgia whines, hitting the bed with her fists like a toddler, “mom, it’s already ten get up” ginny scolds, grabbing her mother’s arms and trying to drag her out of the bed.

“alright alright! give mommy a minute!” georgia protests—making ginny finally let go of her, “fine. i’m making breakfast” she snaps, walking out of the bedroom and leaving georgia to fight off her own sleepiness.

once georgia manages to drag herself down the stairs, the smell of food makes her take a deep breath in, “what’s for breakfast, mom? it smells good” georgia mocks and ginny rolls her eyes at her mother’s antics. plating bread onto the table, ginny speaks, “egg in a hole” she admits, looking at her mom with a grin.

“oh yes, a true delicacy—thanks so much peach” georgia throws back, smirking as she takes her seat at the table. it’s soon after that austin can be heard running down the stairs—almost knocking his chair over with the speed in which he sits down.

“so mom… i’m going to this cool artsy hippie place today, i saw this really cool stained glass piece in the window that i neeeeed” ginny explains, poking at her food as austin gasps.

“i wanna go too!”

“so do i! we’ll all go!” georgia beams, her smile big and fake, she had absolutely no interest in the kind of store ginny was describing, but she wanted to spend time with her kids—something so rare these days. ginny groans in response, rolling her eyes, “whatever. fine. but act normal mom, no judgmental southern woman.” she warns, glaring at her mother who grumbles at being caught.

the rest of breakfast is spent with mindless chatter, the three soon heading upstairs to get ready for what was originally meant to be some alone time for ginny. once she finally makes her way back downstairs, georgia wraps her arm around ginny’s shoulders—kissing her head chastely.

“alright austin! we’re ready to go!” she yells and ginny flinches at the volume, wincing painfully. austin giggles as he runs up to the front door, putting his shoes on with haste,

“yay hippies!”

“yay hippies!” georgia parrots back to him, ruffling his hair gingerly and pushing him out the front door. ginny smiles absentmindedly at seeing austin so happy, maybe this was a good thing after all.

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upon entering the shop, georgia looks around with curiosity—well a little judgmentally, “well this is…interestin’!” her voice is loud and fake, like a mother trying to be overly supportive of her daughter. ginny only rolls her eyes—hitting her mom in the chest lightly, “mom shut up” she chastises, making a beeline for the stained glass she had mentioned earlier that morning while austin breaks off from the family to look around—leaving georgia on her own.

the place was colorful, filled with beautiful art pieces and cute outfits, ones that she would never wear—but maybe ginny would.

she stands awkwardly by the entrance before she sees ginny approach the register—then she quickly walks up, “hello there! this place really is wonderful!” georgia’s voice is loud—she was trying her damndest to be supportive and it made her volume raise at least five levels. you give her a weird look—glancing between her and ginny, were they sisters? maybe an aunt trying to be supportive? you chuckle weakly, never looking away from the ethereal woman in front of you,

“uh—thank you! just this then?” you point to the stained glass and ginny nods, but georgia has other plans—grabbing a headband that was on display, “and this cute lil thing!” she adds, dropping it next to the stained glass.

“and this!” austin adds, running over holding a glass object covered in paintings—it was a bong. as soon as georgia looks over, her eyes widen in shock, “austin!” she sputtered out, side-eyeing you, who was getting a real kick out of this. you take it from him slowly, putting it behind the counter, “maybe when you’re older” you say slowly, looking at georgia and hoping it was the right thing. clearly it was, because she couldn’t keep her eyes off you. ginny looks between you both, clearing her throat and interrupting your stare session, “i know someone who would be obsessed with your whole vibe, can i take a picture?” ginny asks and you look over with a smile, but before you can answer, georgia chimes in, “vibe, huh? i really like it too, you’re real pretty. still have those cheekbones of youth” she’s babbling, is she nervous? clearly it’s unusual, as both of the children stare at her like she’s grown a second head.

“right …so that picture?” ginny chuckles nervously while speaking.

“oh yeah! of course!” you agree, posing politely to show off the outfit in full. georgia throws more than enough money on the counter, wrapping an arm around austin, “alright you two! let’s get out of here!” she says through gritted teeth, picking up the headband and stained glass—quickly leaving while dragging austin along. ginny sighs while looking at you, “i’m sorry i have no idea what her problem is—i think she’s just scared by how much she likes all this stuff” you can only smile and nod at the girl, she seemed to only be a few years younger than you, maybe four or five years give or take, “relax, you’re fine. i get it—i’m glad you liked the stained glass—it’s one of my favorites” ginny smiles at this, giving you a small nod before leaving—meeting her mom by the car.

“what the hell was that???”

“i dunno!”

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you honestly never expected to see that woman again, especially not alone. your assumptions were proven wrong the very next day, as you were in the back working on a painting—you hear the door chime which signaled someone coming in.

you put your paintbrush down and wipe the excess paint onto your overalls, standing to go greet the customer. as you walk into the main part of the store, you’re shocked to see the blonde bombshell from yesterday. she looked really out of place, like a beautiful lioness dropped in the middle of the arctic.

“hi there! i came back for the bong!” she announces from the other side of the store and you chuckle, “for the little boy?” you inquire playfully—but she glares at you.

“for me!” she pouts after speaking, but she wasn’t looking at you—instead looking through your clothes collection with what you can only describe as a focused expression. in response you pull out the bong from behind the counter—the one austin had grabbed yesterday.

she comes over a few minutes later, holding a hand tie-dyed shirt and brown shorts with little designs sewed onto them, “these are for the little boy. he just adored your little shop” georgia admits with a smile, this one less fake than the one she had sported yesterday. you find yourself smiling back, but before you can respond, georgia licks her thumb and reaches out—wiping at your face. you step back, confused and shocked by her actions and the woman all but freezes in place, “darlin’ i’m sorry! you had paint on your face” her gaze lowers, noticing your paint covered overalls, “and—all over your clothes…” she trails off and you giggle lightly at her antics.

“oh yeah—i was working on a painting… do you wanna see it?”

“absolutely!”

you carefully lead her to the back room, it was covered in plants, paintings, and tapestries—very similar to your shop. she looks around, at first you think it’s in judgment, but as you look at her… she seems amazed, “did you paint all these?” georgia points at the walls, and at your nod, she makes a soft ‘wow’ noise before her eyes land on your current painting.

“show me your process” your head whips towards her, she wanted to watch you paint? well that was a new development, “uhm—i mean sure why not” you chuckle nervously, sitting down in front of the easel and picking up the paintbrush. you feel georgia walk up behind you, staring for a while before her hands reach your shoulders. you gasp, looking up to catch her eyes, but she was staring at your easel—not you. you clear your throat, focusing your vision back down and returning to painting—as best as you could with georgia hovering over you. she stood and watched as you finished your painting, not speaking once. but as soon as you finish your last stroke, she speaks up,

“i’d like to buy it”

“sorry?”

“no need to be, i wanna buy it, how much?”

you stand up, turning to face her—she’s just smiling beautifully, “uh, nothing. just take it.”

her eyebrows raise in shock, “peach no. i’m not takin’ this beautiful piece without paying you” she protests, but you only grab the painting and shove it in her hands, “please, take it! nothing like a little kindness and free paintings to make the world go ‘round” your nervousness is clear through your words, but georgia doesn’t seem to mention it.

“you’re not a very smart girl, if there’s ever a chance to make money, you take it.”

“that’s not how i live.”

georgia frowns at your words, but she doesn’t say another word—just walks out of the back and around to the counter, you following right behind her.

once you ring up the clothes and bong, you bag it and hand it over to her. she thanks you quietly, mind still clearly on the painting you refused to let her pay for. on her way out, she turns back to you with a half-smile.

“we didn’t have many hippies in the south, i like you”

and then she’s gone, but now you knew, she’d definitely be back.

[colasapphic]

girl these georgia fics are so good!!

THANK U SO MUCH😭😭ur so sweet this means a lot to me

[colasapphic]

dining out | georgia miller

wc: 3.1k (i got carried away)

summary: your date stands you up, georgia steps in so you don’t walk out embarrassed and in return, you take her home.

cw: SMUT MDNI, femreader, strap!georgia, breeding kink? kinda, face riding, tummy bulge, dom georgia realness..

you wanted to cry.

one of your coworkers had asked you out on a date and you excitedly agreed. it was rare to be asked out, since the queer population in wellsbury was surprisingly low for how outwardly ‘liberal’ it seemed. you had spent all day psyching yourself up for it and sure maybe that was a little embarrassing, but you couldn’t help but be excited.

now here you were, hours after your intended date time, downing glasses of wine like you were a millionaire. you had wanted to leave after the first hour, but willed yourself to stay just in case. she never turned up—you were angry at her, but also yourself for being dumb enough to accept the date in the first place.

as georgia entered blue farm, her eyes scanned the room on instinct—vision landing right on you. she made a wince of understanding, piecing together what a pretty girl like you would be doing in a cafe alone right before closing.

she takes it upon herself to strut over, “darlin’ i am so sorry im late! you’ll never believe the traffic” she announces loudly—multiple heads turn in response to the woman’s loud voice. the attention causes you to sink deeper into your chair, because that was certainly not the woman who asked you out. still, the woman sits down right across from her—large grin never leaving her face. she reaches across the table and you half expect her to grab the wine glass, but instead she gently grabs your hands. her hands were surprisingly cold, contrast to your warm ones, “you’re sweatin like a whore in church, peach—what’s your name?” her voice is barely above a whisper now.

“y/n.” you respond shortly, not trusting your voice not to crack under the embarrassment

“well ain’t that gorgeous, im georgia” she introduces herself and you can almost feel your heart swell, feeling much better than you did a few seconds ago. you recognized the name, she had moved in a few months ago. you find yourself chuckling nervously, “it’s great to meet you, have as much wine as you want. i’ve already drained my bank account” you mutter, pointing to the multiple empty and discarded wine glasses. georgia only laughs in response—grabbing a menu, “I’m not letting the girl who was stood up pay for the meal, are you crazy?” she raises her voice at that last part and you raise your eyebrows.

“i’m not really in the mood for a pity date, georgia.” you snap, you hadn’t meant to be so rude—but you were really in a horrible mood after being ditched. she looks up from the menu with a shocked expression, “well. i guess that’s too bad.” she responds firmly, placing the menu down with a triumphant smirk, daring you to contest her—you don’t. joe, who had been walking over to see if you actually wanted to order anything other than wine, gets one look at georgia and immediately tries to walk back behind the counter—to no avail.

“joe joe joe joe joe!” georgia sings, using her hand to wave him over. you notice him sigh in defeat, dragging himself over to the table.

“what can i get you both?” he asks with a strained voice, looking at you instead of georgia.

“i would just love a chicken piccata, joe” georgia speaks up first despite the fact joe wasn’t looking at her, of course she does, it didn’t seem like she had much experience in keeping her mouth shut.

“that’s great, georgia. and for the beautiful woman who’s spent the last three hours draining my wine collection?” your cheeks heat up almost immediately at the way he called you out. you gulp back your nervousness before speaking, “just a turkey club is fine, no mayo or tomatoes.” you respond, then take a few beats before responding, “and no matter what my date says, i’ll be paying for the wine” you finish and joe just awkwardly nods, finally freeing himself from your table.

“no mayo or tomatoes? you sound like my son” georgia teases you and you roll your eyes, though you weren’t really that bad—it was rare for people in wellsbury to be anything other than picket fence perfect and while georgia looked it, she certainly had more spunk than any suburban mom in a 15 mile radius.

“how lucky am i to get a comedian for a replacement date?” you shoot back with an eyebrow raise. georgia surprises you when she actually chuckles at your comment.

“very, i’d say.”

“why’d you even sit with me? chivalry doesn’t seem your style”

“ouch?”

“i just meant—you seem more like the type of girl to be waiting for your prince charming.” the look on her face told you that your hypothesis was accurate. georgia quickly pours a glass of wine at your accusation, finishing off the almost empty bottle.

“i just didn’t want to give those neighborhood vultures something to gossip about” she changed the subject quickly—that was odd. she seemed like such a confident woman, yet the mention of her love life and she’s sent scurrying. “fuck…they really are vultures” your response is breathy, willing yourself to not laugh loudly in such an enclosed space. you find yourself really looking at the woman, she was absolutely gorgeous, you were certain she had everyone falling to their knees before. she was so different than the usual residents of wellsbury, especially the neighborhood moms. you wondered if they‘ve already sunk their claws into her, especially since she mentioned a son. it wasn’t unusual, but it was shocking that she had children—she didn’t look a day over 30. you realize you’ve been staring far too long and been quiet for even longer, so you clear your throat, “i love your accent, where are you from?”

“a little bit of a lot of places, but i was born in alabama.”

“oh damn—the deep south…how was that?”

you see her contemplate a response, almost like she was deciding whether to be truthful or not, “awful. how about you? you born here?”

“unfortunately. but i wouldn’t call it awful, so maybe i’m doing a little better than you.”

“so then it’s a competition?”

“it’s not…but if it were…i’d be winning”

she laughs and rolls her eyes playfully—in response you feel your heartbeat quicken, how did you get so lucky? this beautiful woman didn’t want you to feel humiliated so she pretended to be your date? miracles really do happen.

your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of porcelain clanking against the wood table—your food had arrived, “thanks so much joe” georgia beams with a toothy grin and before you can thank him, he’s muttering a quick “of course” and walking away once more. you wanted to ask more about georgia, but you held your tongue—you guys weren’t even on a real date…right? clearly georgia had other plans, as she strikes up conversation once more.

“being stood up is the worst, peach. but keep your chin up, show them that you don’t care what they think” she sticks her chin up in demonstration, leaving you to chuckle gently.

“you? stood up? please..”

“happened more than you’d think…when i was younger at-least. this happen a lot to you, darlin?”

“i don’t really…go on dates. the dating pool is scarcely low for me.” your voice gets quieter as you continue talking—thinking your best option was just to stuff your face with food so you had no choice to stay quiet. the woman nods her head in understanding, shooting you a sympathetic look—you hated that.

the rest of your so called date is spent in mostly silence, saved for the occasional question asked by georgia, she was a surprisingly curious woman. once you had both finished, she excuses herself to the bathroom—really walking up to the counter and pulling her wallet out. she pulls her card out and waves it around in front of joe, “for table 5” she states and joe lifts a brow at her words, but takes the card.

“how’d you convince her?”

“i didnt, so hurry up and scan that damn card joe.”

the man huffs, but scans the card—handing it back to georgia. the woman casually struts back over to the table, “tonight was the most fun i’ve had since i moved in, so i decided to get the bill for you”

your eyes widen in shock, abruptly standing up, “georgia! no!” you scold—ready to match up to the counter and give joe a piece of your mind, but georgia grabs your arm, “let the man close. it’s fine, peach.” she reassures as she slowly lets go of your arm. you sigh in defeat, you had done so much pity drinking it was unfair to drop that all on her. you run your hands through your hair in a stressed manner, “you okay to drive?” georgia asks, eyeing the glasses of wine on the table.

“i walked”

“wow, that really eases my nerves” georgia’s voice is laced with sarcasm as she speaks to you—then it softens, “let me drive you, peach.”

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once she pulls up into your apartment complex, you sigh while unbuckling. this was the best date you’d ever been on and now it was likely you’d never see her again, might as well make the most of it.

“you wanna come inside?” your voice is low, more flirtatious than you’d intended to lead on. georgia only smirks, cocking an eyebrow in response, “sure thing, peach” is all she says, exiting the car at the same time as you.

the walk up to your apartment is dangerously silent, but as soon as georgia gets you inside she has you pinned against the door, kissing you desperately. you moan into her mouth, grabbing her waist and pulling her impossibly close. she ruts against your thigh as she shoves her tongue in your mouth—this makes you grip her waist tighter, her dress riding up as she grinds against your jeans. she pulls away from you to attach her lips to your neck, nipping and sucking in all the right ways. you pant, using her hips to push her off of you, “bedroom” it was a demand and your lips capture hers again. you lead her back into your room, and it’s safe to say she could barely keep her hands off you. she shoves you down onto the bed, causing you to breathe out a “jesus georgia” as she crawls onto your lap, leaning down and kissing you once more. she grinds against your lap as you intertwine your fingers in her hair, thrusting upwards to give her more friction.

“again” she mutters—and you comply almost immediately, “good—that’s good” georgia praises you, turning your entire body hot with need. when you feel her lift herself onto her knees you’re confused. you open your eyes to find her shimmying her panties off, albeit having a difficult time due to being sprawled out above you.

it takes a few more moments before georgia huffs in defeat—sliding off the bed she lets her panties fall to the ground, then uses her foot to fling them across the room, you can’t help but chuckle quietly. she moves back on top of you, slowly crawling up you until she’s kneeled right below your face.

“you’ll let me sit on your face, right peach?” she asks, bringing her fingers down to press against your lips. you notice the way her hips sway in desperation, she wanted this deeply. you find yourself smirking, “i dunnoooo” you begin to tease, but the fingers on your lips grip your jaw, not tightly—it was almost shocking how gently someone could grip your jaw while still being demanding, “i know you want it” georgia purrs…and fuck. she was right. so you nod, “of course, clearly you know everything” you claimed somewhat sarcastically, expecting something just as cheeky in return, but it doesn’t come. in response, georgia just slowly sinks down onto your mouth, gripping the head board tightly as you grab her thighs and immediately stick your tongue out.

you slowly lick up her folds, at an agonizing pace. georgia whines above you, rocking her hips and bringing one of her hands down to grip your hair—which makes you gasp into her. you grip the fabric of her dress as you suck on her clit. the little noises that escape her are like heaven to you, urging you to keep pleasing her. your mind almost seemed to blur as the woman rode your face, it made heat pool in your jeans, desperate for any kind of friction. georgia’s grip on the headboard became harsher, thighs locking against your head as she mindlessly rutted against your mouth.

“so close—fuck don’t stop” she babbled and it almost made you want to stop, to see how she’d fall apart and beg, but you didn’t. her words encouraged you to press on—to cum all over your face. you feel her nails dig into your scalp as you devour her with your tongue, a certain movement sending her over the edge. she doesn’t scream, which you almost expected, instead it’s a quiet moan—almost a whine.

her knees shake as she lifts herself off you, but you don’t let go of her hips. she reaches her hand down once more and wipes the juices off your face—smirking as she does so, “you’re good” georgia praises and you find yourself mindlessly rubbing her hips.

“thanks? i think?” you say nervously, pushing her hips down to your lap and sitting up—kissing her gently as you bring your hands up to run your fingers through her hair. georgia lays a hand on your chest, pushing you away gently, “i’ve got you.” she whispers, gently dragging her pointer finger down your body to your belt buckle, working on getting it off. once she does, she tosses it onto the floor. though out of the corner of her eye, she notices a box poking out of your closet, “is that a sex toy box?” your eyes whip over to your closet upon hearing those words.

“kinda? it’s a strap on. stupid gag gift from my friend really” you admit, there was no point in lying to her.

“can i use it on you?”

“have you ever used one before?”

“no.. but men do it all the time, how hard can it be.” she lifts herself off the bed and walks over to the closet, grabbing the box and opening it, “help me put this on, darlin”

you walk over as if you were on autopilot, unzipping her dress and taking the box from her so she could slip it off. with her dress discarded you pull out the harness and help her get the harness on and attach the dildo. georgia messes with the harness straps and you’re unsure why, but before you can dwell on it she unbuttons your jeans and yanks them off for you, shoving you back down onto the bed.

her next kisses are hungry and desperate, her long hair falling in front of her face to frame you both.

georgia pulls your panties aside and grins upon sliding two fingers inside of you, “you’re so wet, peach” she mumbles into your mouth, pumping her fingers in and out of you—using her thumb to rub your clit. you moan into her mouth and buck your hips against her hand, she pulls away from your lips once more to attack your neck with bites and kisses, things that would surely leave marks.

“the girl who stood you up will know how much fun you had without her” georgia mutters into your neck, her breath against your throat sends a shiver down your spine. you close your eyes in anticipation—feeling your climax nearing, but as it inches closer, georgia pulls her fingers away.

“georgia—c’mon” you whine out, but she only shushes you. she rubs your clit quickly as she slowly presses herself inside you—causing you to shut your eyes and groan. your breathing picks up as she bottoms out inside of you, grabbing your knees to spread them out further.

“how’s that feel, peach?” she purrs, cold hand grazing over the bulge made on your stomach. your body lurches at the cold touch, only accentuating the bulge further, “use your words, you like me deep inside you like this?”

“yes—god. please fuck me” you beg, grinding down against the strap before she starts to move her hips slowly, adjusting to the feeling of the strap. once georgia gets more comfortable, she smirks, her thrusts getting harder and deeper—all sorts of noises begin falling from your mouth.

“you take me so well” she drawls, knuckles turning white due to the grip she hand on your thighs to keep her balance.

her thrusts become harsher and you arch your back, grinding down against her strap desperately, “so needy— stretching you out real good and you still want more?” georgia speaks in faux innocence, pressing a hand against your bulge clumsily as she thrusts into you.

this movement causes a cry to leave you and you could feel your orgasm building up once more

“are you close, darlin?” her words feel like ice on your hot body—you don’t respond, but the way your legs lock around her hips gives her the answer she wanted.

leaning forward she breathes heavily in your ear, “lockin’ your legs, it looks like you want me to cum inside you” her voice is husky and out of breath—any words you try to speak would be incoherent, so you nod and whine.

“filthy lil thing, i’ll fill you up”

those words were all you needed to send you over the edge, desperately holding onto georgia as you came, who was kissing up and down your jaw—her thrusts only slowing when you came down from your high.

your hand finds its way to your face, wiping sweat off your forehead before just letting your hand lay there.

you can hear georgia chuckle as she pulls out of you—then you can hear her fumble with the harness as she manages to finally get it off. you breathe heavily, losing focus on your surroundings for god knows how long before georgia speaks up, “help me with my zipper, darlin?” she asks sweetly—your hand slides off your face and you look at her, sitting up as she walks over. you slowly zip her up, “i’ll fill you up” you mock in georgia’s southern accent, laughing gently.

“oh hush, i was recycling from old boyfriends”

“oh so it’s what you like?”

“im demonstrating for next time.” georgia smirks, leaving a piece of paper on your bedside table, it looked like a number—probably hers. before you can react, she was gone.

next time..?

a shower. that’s what you needed. a shower.

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a/n: this kinda dragged me out of my writers block….

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Thank you for saving us in this drought of milf contant with milf Georgia

why of course! i’m literally obsessed with her. here’s a little sneak peak of a new fic i hope to have out by tonight or tomorrow.

reader is a little bitter if you can’t tell😅😅

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treat you better | georgia miller

wc: 1.3k (short and sweet)

summary: you had your eyes set on georgia ever since she moved to wellsbury, so when things start looking bad for her in court, you decide to pay a visit.

cw: no use of y/n, femreader, small angst, mostly fluff, allusion to abuse, paul’s an asshole, paul hate, takes place during s3.

georgia miller was a force.

something you quickly grew to love about her as she spent more time around you. sure, she could be cunning—but her love for her children was admirable.

there was a point in time where you had planned to ask her out, but soon realized she was on a date with mayor paul randolph in the restaurant you worked at. ouch. but no hard feelings—it wasn’t her fault you were hopelessly and irrevocably obsessed with her.

you were surprised at how quickly her relationship with the mayor moved, it seemed as though she had just moved to town last week—and here they were engaged!

when georgia asked you to be a caterer at her wedding, you begrudgingly accepted—it wasn’t exactly on your bucket list to watch the woman you loved get married to someone else, a man at that. it proved she could never love you like that.

when she was arrested, you were more than shocked. georgia miller—randolph now, you corrected. a murderer? wellsbury had a surprisingly low crime rate, so it came as a shock to everyone else as well—who flocked to her like hungry vultures ready to pick her apart until there was nothing but bone left. you thought it was embarrassing and low-dignified, to bombard a woman at her lowest point. record her as she has her children ripped from her? nothing but suburban savages in this town.

you had wanted to visit her since the moment she got arrested, but you never thought there was a good time—especially since you two didn’t hang out outside of when she came to bug you at work. nevertheless, things were starting to look really bad for georgia in court. it was almost guaranteed she was going down for the murder of tom fuller, so you thought now was a better time than ever to visit her—in case she needed someone in her fleeting moments of freedom.

searching through your many recipes books, you decided to make her chicken and dumplings—a southern dish that sounded comforting enough. you grab your best bottle of wine, you weren’t much of a drinker, but you could deduce that showing up to a woman’s house with cheap wine would get you a door to the face. upon thinking further—you decide on two bottles of wine, going down for murder seems like a multiple bottles of wine occasion.

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as you ascend her stairs to the front door, you’re greeted by a loud bang coming from inside and your heart jumps in your chest. your hands are full so you desperately move things around in your arm and shimmy the knob open—shoving your way into the home.

inside stood paul a few inches away from georgia, backing away with his hands raised as georgia looked damn near ready to collapse onto the ground.

“you should leave.” the words fall out of your mouth before you can ever think of stopping them. in response to hearing your voice, paul whips around—clearly shocked by you entering the house.

“i didn’t hear you come in.”

“too busy beating your wife?”

“no i— i know what you’re thinking, but this is not what it looks like”

rolling your eyes, you place the wine and food on the small counter by the door, “just go, i didn’t come here to scold the mayor” you sigh out, but as he moves to leave, you step in front of him—hand placed roughly on his chest.

“the media would eat you alive if they found out about this.” it was a threat. and by the look on his face, he knew it.

he’s quick to leave after you move out of his way and you slowly walk over to georgia—who was trying to control her breathing. you wanted to ask if she was okay, but clearly, she was not. “are you hurt?” you decide on, you hadn’t seen enough to know if he had actually hit her. upon the shaking of her head, you let out a sigh of relief. a breath you head no idea you’d been holding.

you didn’t know what georgia had been through, she was mysterious like that. even without truly knowing her, it was clear paul had triggered something deep within her and it made your heart clench to see her in this state. scaring a woman when she’s already at her lowest—paul wasn’t much of a man at all where it really counted.

“i brought wine—and food. but you look like you need a drink” you say softly and the woman nods, wiping the tears from her face as she slowly walks to the kitchen. you bring the wine and food over, pouring her a glass of wine and opening the container.

“is that-?”

“chicken and dumplings? yeah. i have like three cookbooks on southern dishes alone.” she chuckles at this and you break out into a smile, you were glad that you could manage to make her laugh in a situation like this.

you make her a plate first, then yourself—silently sipping on your wine as you focus more on your plate than actively staring at her.

“are you not gonna ask?” her voice startles you, causing you to snap your head up, “didn’t think it was appropriate. we hardly know eachother—just thought you’d want some company” you explain, and she shoots you an unreadable facial expression, so you continue against your better judgement.

“look—it’s clear you’ve been through some shit, and if you want to talk about it, i’ll listen. but you don’t owe me an explanation for anything.” you finish with a shrug, taking a bite of your food as you stare at her—waiting for a response or even a reaction to your words, but nothing comes, so you take a long chug of the wine.

“i faked a pregnancy.” she admits and you almost spit your wine up all over the table, “what?”

“that’s what he was so angry about. i used my daughter’s pregnancy test so he wouldn’t leave me during the trial. i guess that went to shit.” georgia shrugs as if it was nothing, chugging the rest of her wine and pouring herself another glass.

“well that’s—not great, but i cant say i dont see where you’re coming from. it’s shitty that he tried to bail when things got rocky.” georgia laughs bitterly at your words, shaking her head.

“can’t believe i thought he was the type of man to not waver when the storm came bursting through” she spits and when you look at her again, you notice the tears forming in her eyes.

“i’m about to go to jail for life, and my husband just abandons me.”

“listen, i won’t lie to you georgia. things look really fucking bad. but something i know for certain is that if i were paul, i would’ve stuck it out to the very end. for you. and you deserve a man willing to do that.” you speak tenderly, but the last thing you expected was for georgia to pull you into a tight embrace, sobbing into your neck.

“you have no idea what this means to me” her voice cracks as she speaks, clinging to you desperately. you move your hands to rub her back, not exactly sure what to say so you decided to stay quiet. when she manages to pull herself together, she separates from you, wiping her nose aggressively, “i’m sorry—i cried all over your sweater” she frantically rubs the tear stains on your shirt as you speak, but you just grab her wrist gently. “it’s okay georgia, i don’t care. it’s just a damn sweater” you reassure and she stares at you with these puppy dog eyes that almost make you fold like a damn lawn chair. you stand and gather the plates, preparing to wash the dishes—turning back to georgia while walking to the sink,

“if you ever need a cellmate in prison, i’d be happy to kill paul for you” she rolls her eyes playfully at you, chuckling gently.

“oh please, i have like five different men higher than paul fucking randolph on my ‘need to kill’ list”

“was tom fuller up there?”

“…that ain’t funny.”

you shrug, “it was a little funny.”

a/n : can you guys tell i don’t like paul & am unapologetically team joe? zion’s there too ig

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cherry’s tree of imagination ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

⤷ welcome to my account! you can call me cherry. i’m a non binary lesbian here to write sapphic x readers for underrated fandoms that don’t really have them.

account rules: as this account includes nsfw, i’d like to warn minors not to interact with my smut ! i only write x fem or non binary readers, no male readers or characters here!

what i do write: oneshots, headcanons, fluff, smut, & angst (though i cant say i’m too good at it)

what i dont write: noncon, water sports, pedophilia of any kind, abuse, throuples (this one seems kinda crazy compared to the other ones up here, but it’s a personal preference, nothing against polyam people!), & smut for the minors in my materialist.

here’s where you can find my works & who i write for:

materialist

(keep in mind i am mainly writing for ginny and georgia rn, as it is my current hyperfixation!)

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MATERIALIST 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

see my works & characters here :

* smut warning

GINNY & GEORGIA

georgia miller :

girls my age *

treat you better

dining out *

stained glass

cherry bomb

maxine baker :

nothing here yet …

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES

crystal palace :

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niko sasaki :

nothing here yet …

jenny green :

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esther finch :

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girls my age | georgia miller

wc: 3.6k (more plot than porn)

summary: after the blonde bombshell georgia miller moves into wellsbury with her two children, she can’t help but become acquainted with your single mother and you quickly find yourself thankful you stayed home for the summer.

cw: SMUT MDNI, not proofread, takes place after the events of s3 (georgia isn’t pregnant), femreader, mbf!georgia, unspecified age gap, high sex, praise kink, she talks you through it, excessive use of peach as a nickname

Summer was always hard for you, you had chosen to attend a college out of state which meant that all your friends either lived there, or were scattered across the country. Though for once, you could almost say you were excited to be back home. There was buzz of a “mayoress murderess” in wellsbury, which is huge due to the low crime rate of the town.

After an excruciatingly long drive, you finally recognized the buildings as you entered town lines. It was a nostalgic feeling, you hadn’t home since the beginning of the school year. You pull your car to the side of the road outside Blue Farm Cafe, it had been so long since you were able to visit this restaurant and in all honesty you were craving it more than you’d like to admit. The bell atop the door elicits a loud ‘ding!’ as you walk into the building. Joe Singh, the store owner, notices you as you walk in and his eyebrows raise in recognition

“wow, y/n. it’s been…forever. do you want your usual?” he asks as you make your way to the front of the restaurant

“you remember it? here i thought you’d go senile by the time i got back.”

“do other people think you’re funny?”

“no not really, so the usual?”

the man rolls his eyes and walks to the back to make your order, that is when you lean over to padma, a girl quite a few years younger than you, but still liked to gossip with from time to time, “so..i heard about this ‘mayoress murderess’? what the hell is that about” your quotation marks linger in the air to accentuate your confusion. padma turns rigid, that was unlike her. “I’m sure you’ve heard everything the rest of us know, it was everywhere” padma laughs, but it seemed awkward.

before you can further question the girl, joe exits the back with a bag and places it on the counter in front of you, “man, i was just getting to the part where i threaten her with a flimsy plastic knife for all the information she has” you say blandly, grabbing the knife out of your bag and throwing it at joe’s face, who flinches back and scowls at you.

“did a lot of maturing in college i see. please pay and stop holding up the line” joe states sternly, pointing at the line building up behind you, making you flush in embarrassment. you toss a few bills on the counter, probably more than enough, and leave quickly with your bag.

you eat in your car, thinking it’d be rude to show up to your mother’s house unannounced and then eat in front of her. you exit the car as you finish, balling the wrapping up and tossing it into the can on the side of the street. with a hefty breath, you tug your suitcase out of the trunk and finally head inside.

as you enter, you’re greeted by the sound of soft chatter coming from what you assume is the kitchen and you swear you can hear a strong southern accent. holy shit, was your mother having brunch with the mayoress murderess?

“who’s there?” you hear your mother speak loudly from the kitchen, i guess she heard you come in.

“your daughter! have you already forgotten about me in favor of the cat?” you announce from the hallway, lifting your cat off the ground who just purrs in response as you walk into the kitchen.

“atleast the cat doesn’t talk so much.” your mother turns away from the stove to look at you, she was preparing for dinner, it was a lot of food, which was weird as she was alone here when you were at college.

you place the cat down next to her food bowl, petting her gently, “decided to come home for the summer after hearing about a murder case in wellsbury of all places. padma was being all weird at blue farm, so what do you know?”

“hi mom. how have you been mom. i missed you so much mommy.” your mother quips loudly, which makes you clench your jaw as you slowly walk over, giving her a hug and kissing her cheek, “sorry. i love you, and i missed you.” you affirm as you manage to pull yourself away from your mother’s grip. whipping around you’re greeted by a beautiful blonde woman atleast a decade younger than your mother sitting at the island.

“hi there!” she drawls with an amiable smile. you can only chuckle lightly—she was absolutely breathtaking. the woman was in a white sweater that clung to her body tightly, with a cut low enough to show off her cleavage. and oh my god, she was the woman from all those videos you’d seen. her smile never even faded as the time between your response grew longer and longer—your mother thankfully decided to fill the silence for you

“so georgia, this is my daughter y/n. the one i told you so much about!” your mother beams, elbowing you in the side to yank you out of your thoughts—and to her credit it works. “only good things, i hope.” you add on to your mother’s words, it was almost impossible to pull your eyes away from the woman, as if she was a cosmic being holding you there by force.

“only good things.” georgia confirms, “though she did tell me about a time you assaulted a boy in highschool?” a playful smirk creeps it’s way onto her alluring face and you swear your knees almost give out at the sight.

“he deserved that.” you manage through gritted teeth, partly because the memory makes your stomach churn and partly because you’re so entranced by the woman you can hardly speak correctly. “and i bet he did, peach” she shoots back and you swear you see stars—god pull yourself together.

“georgia here has two kids of her own, but they’re with their father so i thought i’d keep her company, she’ll be staying for dinner.” your mother explains as she pats your back before returning to the stove

“you? have two kids?” it was genuine curiosity, and thankfully georgia doesn’t seem too offended by your comment, “mhm. 9 and 16.” you never would’ve guessed the woman in front of you had a sixteen year old at home, but you decided not to press further, in case it was a touchy subject, the last thing you wanted to do was blow up your mother’s friendship, it was difficult for her to make friends as is, maybe that’s who you inherited it from.

dinner goes surprisingly well, mostly spent with your mother and georgia talking about anything that comes to mind, while you stay silent and observe the woman—everyone knows how that trial ended, apparently her ex boyfriend killed tom fuller. but it’s still surreal to be seated across from a woman accused of being a serial killer.

“ellen says you’re thinking about running against paul randolph in the recall, is that true?” your mother suddenly said and your eyes widen, still staring down at your plate.

georgia wipes her mouth and makes a quiet ‘mm’ sound. “sure is! i am fresh out of work and ginny gave me the idea, she’s always been so smart”

“you should hire y/n for the pr team! like a social media manager or whatever the kids are good at these days”

your eyes dart up from your plate in horror, this was supposed to be a summer away from school and work, not helping some lady run for mayor, no matter how stunning the lady is. but seeing how georgia’s eyes light up at the idea, you know you’d never be able to refuse her.

“now that’s an amazing idea! y/n would you do that, for me?” it almost looked like she was putting on her best puppy dog eyes, you were so fucked.

“sure. when does campaigning start?”

“next month, don’t worry. you have plenty of time to go partying with your little friends” georgia smirks and raises her eyebrows cheekily, and you can’t help but chuckle. ‘what friends?’ you almost say, but hold your tongue.

after dinner, georgia pulls you into a big hug before leaving—she smelled amazing, her strong perfume hastily invading your nostrils as she rubbed your back, “i oughta get goin, but it was amazin’ to meet you, y/n.” she even gives you a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the house, not leaving anytime for your response, what would you have even said?

you wipe the lipstick that had smeared off your face with a heavy breath, “i’m glad you’re home baby—but go do those dishes” your mother says from behind you, tossing a dishrag to you before heading upstairs, goddamnit.

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the next time you see georgia, is at your own pool about a week after your first meeting. you had been sunbathing on a lounge chair when you heard the back door slam open and a group of people barrel out, making you nearly jump out of your seat. you snap your head over to where the noise came from and realize what had happened, georgia brought her kids over to swim.

you quickly stand and try to make your way inside, but someone grabs your arm—not aggressively—though it was a firm grasp. you turn to see who grabbed you and it was georgia. “well ain’t you just as pretty as a peach in that little thing!” she beams, her eyes flickering up and down as she gestures to your bathing suit. out of the corner of your eye, you see her oldest daughter roll her eyes and turn to her brother, “come on austin, i’ll do your sunscreen” she mutters and they leave the both of you. alone.

“yeah i was just heading inside, i’ve been out here for hours.” you lie, trying to get out of this situation as the woman still had her hand firmly attached to your arm.

“you’ve been out here for 30 minutes at best, don’t be dramatic” your mother suddenly says, pushing past you with towels in hand, oh right. you were right in front of the door. the contact makes you stumble forward, almost pressing into georgia.

“if you go inside, who will help me with my sunscreen?” that same smirk from a week ago creeps onto georgia’s face and her grip on your arm loosens, only for her to drag her fingers down your arm, making you shiver. “c’mon darlin. i hate being sunburnt” she adds firmly,shoving the sunscreen into your hands—it wasn’t a request.

when you give her a puzzled look, your mother pipes up, “baby please stop acting like a fish out of water and help my friend, i’m making snacks” she insists, giving your head a light kiss before she heads back inside, leaving you to lather sunscreen on her best friend for some reason.

with a deep sigh, you open the bottle and squirt some onto your hands, rubbing it into your hands and starting with the woman’s arms. after you get her top half, you drop to your knees to rub sunscreen into her legs. this is when you make the mistake of looking up, she’s smirking down at you and suddenly this feels too intimate—you gulp as your face becomes hot. you dart your eyes back down to her legs, quickly rubbing sunscreen before standing back up—too close to her face—you could feel her breath on your face. “careful, peach” she laughs. laughs it off. like she wasn’t just smirking down at you on your knees.

“sorry.” you apologize, you didn’t even know what you were even apologizing for. you put the sunscreen on the table and rub the leftover from your hands onto your shoulders.

she laughs again, it was infectious. “for what?” she asks, a look of confusion painting her gorgeous features.

“i…don’t really know.” you shrug, looking around for anything to change the subject, and your eyes land on georgia’s youngest son nervously standing by the pool with ginny trying to gently coax him into it, “are those..harry potter swim trunks?” you chuckle lightly, looking back at georgia for an answer. and to your surprise, she smiles warmly.

“yeah. he’s been obsessed since he was a little boy.” georgia responds fondly, turning around to look at the scene behind her—the distraction worked.

“does he know how to swim?”

“yes, but he hasn’t in awhile—so he’s scared. his therapist says i should let him face his own fears instead of paving the way for him” she explains, it was almost rambling. an idea pops into your head as she speaks, and a smile makes its way onto your face. “let me try something” you mutter, absentmindedly rubbing georgia’s shoulders before walking away. she looks around confused at your absence but her eyes flicker back to her son and she gnaws on her fingernails nervously.

a few minutes later, you return, arms filled with pool toys and you haul it all over to austin, dropping it on the side of the pool with a smile, “i thought maybe some of these could help you adjust? pool noodles and floats galore.”

the young boy smiles brightly, practically glowing, “mom! look at the size of this flamingo!” he yells while looking at her, grabbing the flamingo and dragging into into the pool, slowly sitting on it. you stare at austin for a minute before looking back at georgia, her smile is so big it almost reaches her ears—her cheeks illuminating tear streaks in the light.

“thank you” she mouths to you

“you’re welcome” you mouth back, completely enamored by the woman.

just in time, your mom exits the house once more, “snacks and music are here! it’s time for a proper pool party!”

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the day of swimming in the heat hung heavy on you throughout the next day, and as you were dozing off on the couch, you were jerked awake by the sound of the doorbell.

you thought maybe it was morning—but upon checking the time, you realized it was 11:30 pm. who the hell was here at this time. you grabbed a baseball bat from the storage closet—making your way to the front door and cautiously opening it. you opened your mouth to threaten whoever was at the door, but it immediately clamps shut upon seeing who was there, georgia miller.

“georgia? my mom’s out of town, i’m sorry”

“i’m not here for your mom.”

you give her a confused look, and upon seeing that, she removes her arms from behind her back. in her hand laid a bag of weed. “i wanted to thank you for helping austin yesterday, it means a whole lot.”

“it’s no problem, really. and you certainly don’t need to repay me with weed, i dont even smoke.” you wave your hands in protest, dropping the baseball bat in the process.

“i’m serious. he’s been through so much and now he won’t stop raving about that damn flamingo. so please, smoke with me.” georgia insists, pushing the front door open and walking in like she owned the place.

“oh. uh—alright.” you cave almost immediately, grabbing the bat from the floor and shoving it back into the storage closet. “my mom’s room has a balcony?”

“perfect—lead the way, peach.” that damned smirk again. you almost trip over yourself as you lead her up the stairs and to your mother’s bedroom. georgia sits much too close to you once you reach the balcony, to your utter shock.

a few hits in, georgia was holding the joint and staring absentmindedly into your eyes, “any boyfriends in the big city?” she asks, her tone sultry—fingers seemingly drawing closer to your own, or maybe it was the cannabis talking. you can only shrug in response, her southern accent making you slightly intimidated by her reaction to saying you had a few girlfriends in the big city.

“girlfriends, then? certainly a girl as pretty as you had all kinds of people humping your leg like a damn chihuahua.”

you find yourself cackling at her choice of words, covering your mouth to stifle your laughter. you close your eyes as tears prickled in them—taking a deep breath to calm down.

“a few girlfriends. they didn’t end well.”

“cheers to that, honey.” georgia says bitterly, taking a deep drag of the joint before passing it back to you.

“you also had girlfriends?”

“well—i was talking about my ex boyfriends, peach. but i’ve hooked up with women in the past, i’m somewhat of an equal opportunist” she shrugs after revealing the information, and in return you just stare at her for a few seconds before she interrupts, “you’re letting it burn.” she reminds and you quickly take a drag, handing it back to the woman.

the rest of the passes are spent in relative silence, you honestly weren’t sure what to say. you were smoking pot with your mom’s best friend, what would she think? disappointment, most likely. and more importantly—you wondered why georgia was entertaining this, wouldnt she prefer to be smoking with her friend? not her kid?

you’re broken out of your thoughts by a hand slowly grabbing you. georgia’s nails gently grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh—making you breathe out in surprise, your head spinning.

“what’re you thinking about, peach?”

“you.” you accidentally blurt, face heating up again as her nails gently dig into your skin at the response. “what about me?” she whispers into your ear, her breath hot on you—it quickly became apparent how close she was to you.

“why you’re smoking with me and not my mom…” you mutter, trying to control the waver of your voice as her hand inches up your inner thigh. “because i don’t want to have sex with your mother” she breathes out, her lips grazing your ear as she speaks and it makes your head spin.

you feel her hand slip past your loose shorts and you grip her wrist before her fingers can venture into your panties, “c’mon peach—let me touch you” georgia’s voice is husky as she leaves a singular kiss against your jaw. her words make you weak—hand slowly losing grip of her wrist as wetness pools in your underwear. the older woman smirks in triumph, this was wrong. georgia was your mom’s best friend, she would have a heart attack if she found out you two had been fucking, especially on her goddamn balcony. though your thoughts of regret are almost immediately dissolved as georgia’s fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing gently.

you gasp and tense up, “fuck” you breathe out, unable to stop your hips from jerking up at the contact. “you’re so sensitive, darling. i thought you said you had girlfriends.” georgia teases—soft jawline kisses becoming more hungry. you don’t respond, only leaning your head back to give her more room to kiss you. practically begging for hickeys, something to show that this was real.

the rubbing on your clit becomes faster—one of georgia’s fingers toying with your entrance. she was smirking against your jaw, she wanted to hear you beg for it. “please georgia” you whine out, hips bucking and begging for more contact. “please, what?” she snarls, slowing down her thumb movements. “fuck—please make me cum” you open your eyes to give her a pleading face, she only chuckles darkly in response. “awh peach, of course i will.”

your eyes squeeze shut again as she pushes two fingers inside of you—unable to stop the moan that leaves your body.

“shhh, the neighbors might hear. and god knows they love their gossip” she warns, rubbing your clit hastily as she pumps her fingers in an out of you—continuing to breathe huskily against your jaw. you bite your lip to try and fight back the noises. your hips grind against georgia’s fingers at a grueling pace, chasing your orgasm like a horny rabbit. you hear her snicker, no doubt because of your neediness. “what do you think they’d say, peach?”

you don’t know if the question was rhetorical, and either way—you weren’t sure you could answer, much to focused on the way georgia’s fingers meet all your sweet spots with perfect precision, like she had a map of your body in front of her at all times. “the mayoress murderess is actually the mayoress cougaress, preying on her best friend’s poor little girl who couldn’t take her eyes off my cleavage” she mocked the women’s gossip, she was right—they never could mind their own business.

your moan sounds more like a whine as you can feel yourself coming to a climax, “so good” you babble nearly incoherently, your hand reaching down to grab georgia’s wrist so she couldn’t move away as you grind helplessly against her fingers. “so close, peach. you’re so good for me” georgia murmurs in your ear, only pushing you over the edge—you climax with a loud broken moan, breathing heavily as you desperately try to ground yourself. “that’s it, good girl” georgia mutters, whispering into your ear and you calm yourself down. your eyes flicker to hers as she pulls her fingers out of you—eyes locked onto yours as she slowly brings her fingers to her mouth, licking them slowly. your eyes widen in surprise and you feel your face heat up once more as she moans in delight, “i could go for some cookies right now, you?

“wait! but i didn’t get to touch you?” you reach out to grab her hips to pull her back down, but she only laughs heartily

“well. better follow me to the kitchen then, darling.”

a/n : i usually dont dabble in x readers or fic writing for that matter. but im obsessed with georgia so take this nonsense.