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corruptedcaps · 5 months ago

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Bathtub Bitch

Miriam had worked for the Nox family for over a year, enduring the icy glares and sharp words of Chelsea Nox. The beautiful, affluent couple resided in a sprawling mansion, filled with opulence that poor Miriam could only dream of. Chelsea’s cruelty toward her staff was notorious, but she reserved a special disdain for Miriam, her personal maid.

Miriam had wanted to quit for so long but couldn’t afford it. Apart from that though, Chelsea seemed to have an almost supernatural grip on the staff. When it seemed like one of them was about to crack and brake she would take them into a private room and minutes later they would return hopelessly devoted to their mistress.

William, Chelsea’s husband on the other hand, wasn’t as bad as his wife with the staff but he definitely didn’t respect them either. His sex life was strained with his wife and he loved to mess with her by using the staff to get under her skin. She in turn would berate, punish or fire the staff, which would inevitable turn her on allowing the two of them to finally be intimate. Luckily Miriam had been able to avoid being used as a pawn in their sick games but that was about to change….

One afternoon, while Chelsea was out shopping, her husband William called Miriam into the drawing room. He sat behind his large oak desk, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Miriam, I have a task for you." He drawled.

"Yes, sir?" Miriam replied, her voice trembling slightly.

"I want you to clean Chelsea's bathtub." He said his eyebrow raised.

Miriam's eyes widened in shock. "But sir, Mrs. Nox strictly forbade me—"

William waved a dismissive hand. "Chelsea forbade you because she's a control freak. I want you to clean it. Do a good job, and I'll make sure she doesn't know."

Miriam hesitated, the fear of Chelsea's wrath warring with her desire to please Mr. Nox. "If you're sure, sir..."

"Absolutely. Go on, now. I want it spotless." He said, a wicked smile curling his lips.

With a nervous nod, Miriam gathered her cleaning supplies, bracing herself for whatever consequences might come.

Miriam entered the private bathroom, her heart pounding. The room was a sanctuary of luxury, with marble floors, gold fixtures, and an enormous clawfoot tub that gleamed under the soft lighting. As she approached, she realized the tub was already immaculate, looking as if it had been freshly polished.

“It doesn’t look like it needs cleaning at all.” She murmured to herself, but William’s instructions echoed in her mind. She couldn’t afford to disobey him. She was already drowning in her student loans WITH this job.

Determined, she gathered her courage and stepped into the tub. She began scrubbing the pristine surface, her movements careful and precise. The scent of lavender cleaner filled the air as she worked, the repetitive motions slowly calming her nerves.

Suddenly, a loud hiss broke the silence. Miriam froze as the taps turned on by themselves, water gushing out in a torrent. Panic surged through her. She twisted and turned, trying to shut off them off, but they seemed stuck.

“What on earth?” She gasped, her hands shaking as she struggled with the faucets. As the water quickly rose, Miriam’s clothes clung to her, heavy and wet. Only a few inches deep, it was already up to her knees, soaking through her skirt and making her movements clumsy. But then she noticed something strange. The water made her skin tingle wherever it touched. It felt good.

A peculiar sensation spread over her legs and up her body, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on turning off the taps. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog that seemed to be settling in her mind, but the tingling was growing more intense.

“Ohhh mmmmm what is happening to me?” She moaned, her voice barely audible over the rush of water.

The water rose steadily, now reaching her waist, washing over her panties. The tingling turned into a pleasurable wave as the water soaked her pussy. It spread through her body, making her muscles relax involuntarily. Her fingers slipped off the taps as her strength waned, her thoughts becoming hazy. She couldn’t resist it any longer as her body went limp she slipped under the water.

Beneath the water’s surface, Miriam felt an unusual pressure enveloping her body. Uncomfortable at first but then morphing into a warm hug. It was a hug that seemed to be molding her, reshaping her form.

Her waist began to shrink, becoming slimmer and more defined. She could feel her muscles tightening, her body becoming more toned and athletic. The strange sensation moved upward, and she felt her breasts swell, becoming fuller and perfectly round.

Every inch of her skin tingled as body hair melted away, leaving her skin smooth and flawless. Her fingers, previously calloused from hard work, transformed as her nails grew longer, becoming perfectly manicured.

Her mind drifted in a haze of pleasure and confusion. She was aware of the changes, but they felt distant, almost dreamlike. She touched her new form with trembling hands, the sensations heightened by her newfound sensitivity. She couldn't help but slip her hands into her panties to touch her new hairless pussy.

Were she not underwater, the sounds of her moans would have echoed through the halls of the mansion. Her only annoyance was her uniform which was heavy on her. As if to accommodate her desire, the maid uniform started to dissolve, the fabric melting away like mist. In its place, delicate lace and silk materialized, wrapping around her body to form a set of elegant lingerie. Tall high heels strapped to her sleek feet.

As Miriam floated in the water, fingering herself vigorously the transformation continued. Her hair began to change, each strand thickening and lightening until it became a luxurious mane of blonde. The tingling spread to her face, and she felt her lips plump up, becoming fuller and more inviting.

As her orgasm came to it's climax the water finally started to dissipate down the drain. She watched as remnants of her brown hair colour, her dirty maids uniform and her sensible shoes flowed down with the water. She felt as though it took her identity with it.

She felt new emotions bubbling up inside of her, ones of vanity and superiority. Why should a beauty such as herself be stuck at the lowly station of maid? The water had given her a rebirth and she was not about to squander it. She grinned a wicked grin as she ran her fingers over her remarkable dry body, as if the water had simply pulled off an exterior shell.

She slowly sat up, her movements graceful and fluid. She examined her reflection in the mirrored wall, barely recognizing the stunning woman staring back at her. Her hair was now a cascading waterfall of blonde, her lips full and inviting, and her body perfectly sculpted and adorned in delicate lingerie. She was perfect.

She was so lost in her reflection that she didn't even hear the door creak open and William enter. When he stepped into the bathroom, his face alight with a triumphant grin. However, the expression quickly faltered as he took in Miriam’s new appearance.

“My God, Miriam, I knew the waters would change you, I was banking on it to annoy my wife, but Jesus, you are stunning.” He said his mouth agape.

Miriam turned to him and posed, her confidence radiating. “Aren’t I just?”

William’s awe turned to concern. “But we have to change you back. Chelsea will be furious seeing you like this. In all her years of using the magical tub she has never looked so... so... captivating.” He said, almost lost for words staring at the beauty before him.

A sudden fear ran through Miriam. She didn’t want to lose what she had just gained. She felt better than she had ever felt in her life, powerful and beautiful. Moreover she felt she deserved it, more than that cow Chelsea. She just needed to convince William how superior she was.

Miriam approached him slowly, her movements seductive. “Oh, so it’s you I have to thank for my goddess-like new body,” she said sultrily. “Such a gift deserves a reward.”

Each clop of her heels send a pleasurable shiver down William's back. He gulped as she came up to him, her body emitting a sweet perfume. She smirked at him as she undid his belt buckle, his pants sliding to his knees.

She wrapped her elegant fingers around his erect cock and began to stroke it while maintaining eye contact with him.

"Now William I think that it would be best if we didn't reverse the water's effects on me, don't you agree?" She said with a wicked smile as she worked his dick like a pro.

"Mmmmhmmmm." Was all William could muster.

"After all, think of all the fun it could be to have me as your mistress. That wife of yours has been blue balling you for years hasn't she?" Miriam said stroking his face with her free hand.

"Y-y-yesss she h-h-has. That bitch." He groaned.

"You deserve a woman who can satisfy your needs, who can fulfil every desire." She said in a whisper, leaning into his ear.

"Yes oh god yes!" He said nearly vibrating.

"It's a shame I will only be able to please you when she is not around." She purred feigning sadness as she stopping stroking his cock and turned away.

"N-no wait, there must be something we can do! Please I need you!" He said begging. Miriam loved the sound of his lust for her. She could get used to it.

"Well there is one idea I have." Miriam said turning back around to face him.

"Tell me! I'll do whatever it is!" William pleaded. Miriam grinned and sunk to her knees in front of him.

"Make me your wife and all of this can be yours." She smiled as she ran her tongue up the shaft of his cock making him shiver.

"I-I don't know. That's a lo....otttt ohhhh fuck me!" He moaned as Miriam took his full member in her mouth and began to pump.

"Oh god! Oh fuck yessssss, whatever you say! I'll do it!" He said finally succumbing to her wants. Her lips turned into a smile despite being wrapped fully around his cock.

Miriam had been holding back until now but with his devotion to her locked in she sucked so perfectly that he came within seconds. She swallowed every last bit of his cum down her throat, making him fall to his knees out of pleasure. Miriam stood tall above him, physically representing a shift in their dynamic now.

“Now dear it’s my turn, and I warn you I’m not as easy as a cum as you are.” Miriam said with a smirk as William wrapped his hands around her soft legs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you gushing in no time Miriam.” He grinned and was about to dive in but Miriam pushed his head back out.

“Ugh I don’t like that name. Miriam. Sounds so common, so poor. From now on call me… Mercedes.” She said her grin widening. William grinned back and dove straight in.

Mercedes moaned softly as William played her pussy like an instrument. For the second time today she was so engrossed that she didn’t hear the door open.

“William! Who the hell is this slut!” Said a voice they both recognized but when they looked to see the source they were shocked to see the person.

Chelsea was shorter, fatter, and older than either them had ever seen. Mercedes couldn’t believe it, the waters must limit the amount of people it could change at once. With Chelsea changed back to normal it was going to be even easier to take over but no less fun. Mercedes rose to her feet and clopped over to Chelsea who seemed to shrink the closer she got.

“Hello Chelsea, you’re looking positively dreadful. I’m Mercedes and ‘this slut’ as you so elegantly put it is William’s new wife and your new boss.” Mercedes said with a cold smile.

“Excuse me? Wife? Boss? Who do you think you are bitch? Hang on a minute… you’re Miriam aren’t you? You are so fired-” Chelsea said before Mercedes cut her off short as she wrapped her hand around Chelsea’s throat and lifted her off the ground with ease. Mercedes had expected the super strength but she wasn’t going to complain.

“How dare you! You insolent little worm! You shall only address me as Mistress or Mistress Mercedes, understand?” Mercedes said, fire burning intensely in her eyes. Then a strange thing happened, Mercedes watched as all of Chelsea’s resistance began to fade. She lowered her back down and let go of her.

“Of course Mistress, anything you say.” Chelsea said with a small bow. Mercedes felt her pussy tingle with the power of control she had now. She would enjoy making all the staff into devoted slaves. Chelsea’s biggest mistake was never doing it to Miriam.

“Good. Now get out of my sight and get back into uniform. This isn’t your day off you pathetic loser!” Mercedes says with disdain for her new employer.

Chelsea quickly made herself scarce and Mercedes smiled to herself triumphantly. Turning on her heel she approached William with a new plan in mind.

“William dear, I think it’s time we talk about the hierarchy of this relationship.” She grinned evilly as she closed in on him.

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“Billy! Shelly! Over here at once!” Mercedes yelled into her cavernous home from her deck. Her Valet and Maid arrived within seconds. No matter how many time Mercedes laid her eyes on her old employers it always gave her immense joy to see them so devoted to her. However in this moment she was furious.

“What the hell do you call this?” She angrily said kneeling next to the deck’s glass rail guards.

“I’m sorry Mistress, I don’t understand the question.” Shelly replied fearfully. Mercedes rolled her eyes and grabbed Shelly by the hair and pulled her over to the glass.

“See this spot? It’s unacceptable. What did I say I wanted?” Mercedes growled as she dropped Shelly who scurried back to Billy.

“You wanted it spotless Mistress.” Billy answered quickly.

“Then why the fuck isn’t it?” Mercedes yelled, her voice making the two of them tremble.

“We’re sorry Mistress, we’ll clean it right away!” Shelly said jumping to action with a bucket and sponge.

“See that you do! I have a party tonight and everything has to be perfect! Now I’m going to have a bath and wipe the stink off disappointment off of me. Do not disturb me.” Mercedes said clopping away towards her private bathroom.

Slipping into the waters she felt her bitchy powers rise once again. She was up to nearly 3 baths a day and each time she would emerge feeling even more powerful and bad. She would need it for the party tonight. She had invited all of high society’s biggest players and if everything went as planned tonight she would control the city by morning. She was lucky to be in the bath as the mere thoughts of complete and total control made her pussy gush generously.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #evil couple #power transfer #bathtubbitch #cc2024

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airesims · 6 months ago

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holland park residences.

holland park, london, is a prestigious and upscale neighbourhood renowned for it’s lush green spaces and luxurious homes. the real estate in holland park commands high prices, with some properties exceeding ten million pounds, reflecting the exclusive and affluent nature of the area. it’s a place where elegance meets opulence, offering a lifestyle of sophistication and grandeur.

this build was heavily inspired by @farfallasims garden mews. i fell in love with that build when i saw it and it gave me so much inspiration to create magnolia’s childhood home.

#sims 4 custom content #sims 4 aesthetic #magnoliaparks*#sims4mm #the sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4

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haru-natsuka · 6 months ago

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Family tradition ( Kalim Al Asim x Female Reader)

Genre: Marriage life, fluff

After knowing Kalim's family, you were left in tears with the new situation you were in...

Despite having your entire life meticulously arranged by your parents and being accustomed to following their directives without question, you had always been comfortable letting them make the decisions for you. From your appearance to your behaviour and lifestyle, you had become accustomed to relying on them to make all the decisions for you.

Even when it came to your eventual marriage. Therefore, you made no objection or argument when they revealed that they had arranged a marriage for you, this time to the renowned and extremely affluent Al Asim family.

Coming from a very traditional family, you were raised under the strict rule that you were not permitted to meet your future husband before the wedding day. Your family believed that true love would blossom after marriage. With no prior knowledge of your betrothed, you only knew his name and receive a picture of him. His baby face gave you a hit with anxiety for the man you would be married. How old this man to secure such a face?

The wedding was an extravagant and grand affair, with golden decorations and a spacious venue that attracted the attendance of almost all the notable figures from Scalding Sand. In the midst of all the opulent grandeur, you found yourself feeling overwhelmed and nervous, intimidated by the thought of marrying into such a prominent family.

However, when you finally came face to face with Kalim for the first time, all those feelings disappeared. He did not resemble the childlike persona you had envisioned, instead presenting himself as a mature, kind-hearted gentleman.

"Don't be so nervous, wifey. I want you to enjoy our wedding. This is my preparation to welcome you."

Kalim's gentle and reassuring smile, coupled with his tender touch as he caressed your back, instantly ignited a smile on your lips. From that moment on, you knew deep down that this man was the perfect husband for you. The days passed by peacefully as you savored every moment of your marriage with Kalim, and you poured your heart and soul into being the best partner you could possibly be for him.

As time passed by, you getting known Kalim better, and you fell deeper in love with him. . Everyday was filled with happiness. He was like an otter, watching you with that pair of doe eyes while showing off his water power to you, making a whole waterpark for the both of you.

As time went on, you grew to know Kalim better, and found yourself falling deeper in love with him each day. His adorable and cheerful nature brought immense joy to your life, and every single day was filled with laughter and joy.

You just could not stand a cute ad adorable guy like your husband. Kalim was like a playful otter, watching you affectionately with his big doe eyes, and would often display his skills with water magic to entertain you, creating a private waterpark just for the two of you.

Even his habit of sleeping in late, it brought a sense of delight to you, as it gave you the chance to gaze upon his peaceful, sleeping face each morning. Sounds so unlike you but marriage life changed you a lot, but marriage had undeniably changed you in various ways.

When Kalim claimed that he wanted to bring you to meet his whole big family, your desire to impress everyone was very high. You wear the best clothes that day and already practicing all the etiquette that is required as part of the Al Asim family. A gentle smile remained on your lips as Kalim introduced you as his wife.

When Kalim announced that he wished for both of you to meet his extensive family, your determination to impress each and every member was stronger than ever. You carefully selected your finest outfit for the occasion and spent hours meticulously rehearsing all the proper etiquette expected within the Al Asim family. Throughout the entire process, a gentle smile never left your lips as Kalim proudly introduced you as his wife.

"Mother! This is my pretty wifey!"

"Mama, this is my partner for life"

"Mummy, my wifey is very gorgeous right?"

Wa-wait! What was this? Why did your husband call a different woman as his mother? Then, who did you meet on your wedding day? You were left puzzled and surprised. When the long introduction finally ended, you quickly confronted Kalim about the issue.

"Dear, why did you address different women as your mother?"

"Because they are all my mother?"

"They are all your mother?!"

"Ohh, I get it what you're confused about. Father married a lot back then but you met my birth mother on our wedding day. I also have a lot of grandmothers. We keep their portraits in a room, let's me bring you-"

Kalim quickly stopped talking as you started to cry silently. It was his family tradition and you should respect it. You knew that. You were nothing compared to his family but still, you did not want to share your cutie pie with anyone.

"Ehhh! Why are you crying? Is it because you're already tired? We-we can postpone seeing all the portraits. Let's rest for the day" Kalim tenderly wiped your tears with his thumb as he was worried over your well-being.

"It's not that..." With a shaky voice, you hugged Kalim tightly, trying to compose yourself before confessing your feelings.

"How many siblings do you have, dear?"

"At least... 30. I'm sure it's more than that"

"More than 30?! That's a lot!" In a sudden and unexpected turn of events, you blurted out, "Kalim, I promise to give you 20 children, so please, NEVER marry another woman.

"Ahh screw it! Kalim, I know you love having a big family. I will try to give you 20 children but please don't, NEVER marry another woman, pleasee"

"So, my sweet wifey... Is the reason you cried? because you don't want me to marry another woman?" You nodded, confirming his suspicions, feeling relieved that he had correctly identified the cause of your distress.

"Wifey, Y/N, look at me" You stubbornly shook your head, not wanting to meet his gaze, instead burying yourself deeper into his embrace, seeking solace in the warmth and security of his arms.

"I'm just looking ugly now. My make-up must be a mess. I don't want you to see this version of me"

"I love you for whatever you are, wifey There's truly no such thing as an 'ugly' version of you. You're stunning in every single way." Kalim kissed the top of your crown. His kisses traced lower as he gently unattached your face from his body. He cupped both of your cheeks before leaning in to give your lips multiple light kisses.

"I will not do anything that you dislike, dear. You don't have to go that far, saying you're willing to give birth to 20 of our children. Let's take our marriage slowly alright?" Kalim paused, a small chuckle escaping his lips before he continued,

"Besides, I already have the most wonderful wife in the world. Why would I need another one?"

Kalim kissed you again, adding a new level of passion to it as his tongue entered your mouth. He pulled you closer against his body, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

You could feel the love and devotion he held for you in his every touch, in the way he held you tightly against him. In that moment, you knew without a doubt that Kalim was the best husband you could have ever wished for. For the first time, you defy the family tradition and your husband supported your decision of it.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x you #kalim twisted wonderland #twst kalim #kalim al asim #romance #twised wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #scarabia x reader #scarabia #marriage

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theblackfemininesociety · 1 year ago

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The Realities of Leading a Soft Girl Lifestyle.

(no luxury materials, riches, or social status needed)

The concept of leading a "soft life" has gained immense popularity on social media. From the emergence of the "soft life" to the adoption of "soft girl era," individuals are striving to embrace and protray this lifestyle.

The merging of the "Soft Life" and "Black Women in Luxury" trends promotes an indulgent and opulent way of living. However, the problem arises when the boundaries between these two trends become blurred, as the Soft Life has become inundated with extravagant and unattainable daily routines and lifestyles, especially during times of economic decline and the widespread influence of social media.

A Life of Ease 🌹

The term "soft life" originated from Nigerian influencers, and it means rejecting the idea of constantly working hard and instead choosing to live without struggle and stress. This concept has gained popularity among individuals who believe in prioritizing self-care, relaxation, and enjoying the pleasures of life. Embracing the soft life means acknowledging that life is not solely about hustling and grinding, but also about finding balance and taking time to recharge.

In a society that often glorifies busyness and equates success with non-stop productivity, the soft life offers a refreshing perspective. It encourages individuals to slow down and appreciate the little joys in life, such as spending quality time with loved ones, indulging in hobbies, or simply taking a leisurely walk in nature. It emphasizes the importance of self-care practices, such as getting enough sleep, engaging in regular exercise, and nourishing oneself with healthy, delicious meals.

Living the soft life does not mean completely shirking responsibilities or neglecting one's ambitions. It is about finding a healthy equilibrium between work and leisure, and recognizing that constant stress and burnout are not sustainable in the long run. By prioritizing self-care and setting boundaries, individuals can maintain their well-being and find fulfillment in both their personal and professional lives.

The Marketing Scheme 📈

Due to the widespread fascination with living a comfortable and luxurious lifestyle, as well as the growing trend of promoting businesses highlighting affluent Black women, companies have cleverly targeted their audience and capitalized on this interest.

Their approach has transformed the concept of a relaxed and efficient lifestyle into a profitable strategy, enticing consumers to indulge in products endorsed by their beloved social media influencers or ones that are beyond the reach of the average individual's income.

📌 What We Want You To Focus On:

Strive for a balanced and stress-free lifestyle that fits your budget! We want to make it clear that you don't have to give up on things like a $300 facial or $100 yoga pants. We encourage everyone to pursue the life they want. What we're saying is, don't feel pressured or inferior if you choose to do an at-home manicure, light your favorite Target candles, and enjoy a glass of wine in your bathtub at home. The true essence of a fulfilling life is finding a balance between increasing your savings and reducing stress throughout the day. It doesn't require a specific price tag on the items used to do so.

Yes, Two Things Can Be True At Once.

Indeed, the well-known concept of "black women in luxury" is a way of leading a comfortable life, but the context of this aesthetic is solely dependent on financial means.

However, Living a stress-free life is primarily determined by an individual's behaviors and mindset rather than their financial status.

Life Tip: Having the right mindset leads to a luxurious lifestyle, but a luxurious lifestyle without a well-balanced mindset can lead to destruction.

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#the soft life #Nigerian culture #black women in luxury #classy black women #black women in femininity #feminine energy #black luxury #soft girl era #soft life #black women in leisure #peace of mind #healed black girl #healthy black women #black girl magic #resources

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hisui-dreamer · 10 months ago

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trial romance

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Synopsis: since you were going to be put in an arranged marriage anyways, you decided to let yourself experience a normal teenage romance first!

Tags: fluff, slow burn, rent-a-boyfriend mallesu, mutual pining nrc and sra are mixed schools, reader has an elder brother, reader is royalty

Word count: 2.7k+

Notes: woooh sorry for neglecting you mal mal :( i hope this fic makes up for it hehe

Masterlist

You've never really known love.

Born as the second child of a small, but affluent kingdom, you're not sure you have the right to complain. Each day dawns with the assurance of never experiencing hunger, attended to by countless devoted maids catering to your every whim. It's a life of opulence, one that stands in stark contrast to the struggles endured by those grappling with meager wages just to survive.

Still, there remains an ache within you, a yearning for a love that exists in the enchanting tales of old. A love so untainted that it remains steadfast in any circumstance, a love capable of cleansing away all your sorrows, becoming your very reason of existence.

But such a love seems as distant as the stars. After all, you're bound by the responsibilities as the second princess. Unlike your elder brother who inherits the throne, you are a mere pawn in the intricate game of politics, destined for an arranged marriage rather than a fufiling romance.

In a rare display of benevolence, your father granted you a fleeting taste of freedom, sending you off to live under a false identity at the renowned Royal Sword Academy on Sage Island. Three precious years, promising a respite from the constraints of duty, and you promised to seize each moment and savour the life of a normal person who yearned for love.

Which brings you back to the present moment.

"Jellyfish are such fascinating creatures, don't you think so dear?"

The man stands tall beside you, his golden locks catching the ambient blue glow within the aquarium, lending him an almost ethereal air. His emerald eyes fix upon you, awaiting your response.

You return his gaze, captivated by the way the light dances in his eyes. A soft smile graces your lips as you consider his question.

"They are indeed fascinating," you reply, your voice carrying a hint of admiration. "They move with such grace and fluidity, it's like they're dancing through the water."

He hums at your response, fix focus shifting back onto the creatures drifting in the display.

He's a peculiar man, no doubt. It's puzzling to fathom the sort of individual who would boldly advertise their boyfriend rental services on Magicam. Especially someone as strikingly handsome as he appears to be; you would have assumed he'd have no shortage of admirers or suitors.

But you suppose you're not really any better, the person who hired said rentable boyfriend.

Though you're a bit ashamed to admit, you harbor a certain discomfort when it comes to meeting new people. And with your identity as a merchant's daughter, you've had few interactions with your schoolmates, leaving you with a shortage of friends, let alone a romantic relationship.

It was in then that you stumbled upon his listing.

And now, here you are, on your first ever date, exploring an aquarium together.

"Do you mind telling me what dates you're free?" you ask casually as you stroll towards the tropical section, bathed in the vivid hues of exotic marine life.

He trails alongside you, his presence exuding an air of calmness. "Dates...?" he muses, his tone tinged with intrigue. "Ah, you wish to see me another time, I presume?"

You cast your gaze downwards, a hint of bashfulness coloring your cheeks. "Yes... I would like that."

He contemplates for a moment, a hint of concern crossing his features. "Hmm... My fees are quite high you see. Your finances may suffer if you spend too much time with me."

"Hmph. You don't have to be concerned. This money has nowhere else to go anyways," you scoff.

His gaze lingers on you with a hint of curiosity, before a gentle warmth softens his features as he nods. "Very well," he murmurs, his hand reaching out to envelop yours in a tender clasp. With a delicate gesture, he presses a fleeting kiss upon the back of your hand, his voice resonating with anticipation, "I look forward to seeing you more often, my dear."

Aquarium Date ✅

First Date ✅

"You seem quite troubled by this book. Is something the matter?" Mal asked, peering over the edge of his book, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He sat across from you, textbooks and notebooks scattered between you, each page turned with a quiet reverence. The library was bathed in a soft glow, the gentle hum of whispers filling the air like a comforting melody.

You glanced up from your own notes, running a hand through your hair in a gesture of resignation. "I have a test coming up for Magic Analysis, but I always get so overwhelmed with information I forget the details."

"Magic Analysis... Perhaps you're approaching it from the wrong angle," Mal suggested, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "What if we break it down into smaller, more manageable chunks? We could create a study plan together."

The idea sparked a glimmer of hope within you, the prospect of tackling the daunting material with a structured approach feeling suddenly within reach. "That... actually sounds like a good idea," you admitted, a tentative smile forming on your lips.

"Alright," Mal began, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. "Shall I give you a demonstration?"

There's something to his smile that worries you slightly.

Study Date ✅

The quaint café bustled with life, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweet scent of pastries.

Mal's eyes sparkled curiously as he scanned the menu, his fingers tracing the various options with keen interest. "This place is quite charming," he remarked.

You smiled, a flutter of warmth blooming in your chest at his appreciation. "I'm glad you like it. I heard it's one of the best spots in town. Have you decided what to order?"

His brows furrow lightly. "I'm not sure... They all look quite enticing..."

"How about a parfait then? You can choose different flavours of ice cream too," you suggested, gesturing to the other page.

Malleus's gaze followed your gesture, his eyes alight with anticipation. "Ice cream, you say? That sounds delightful," he replied, a spark of childlike excitement dancing in his expression.

You couldn't help but mirror that smile.

Cute Cafe Date ✅

The night stretched out before you like an endless canvas, painted with a myriad of twinkling stars scattered across the indigo sky. Cradled in the comforting embrace of a soft blanket spread out on the grass, you lay your head gently upon Mal's shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath as you gaze upwards.

"It's breathtaking..." you murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the tranquil stillness of the night.

His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining in a silent gesture of affection. "The sight never fails to captivate me," he responds, his voice tinged with awe. "I'm often reminded of how quickly time passes when I stargaze."

Lifting your head slightly, you steal a glimpse of his face, illuminated by the ethereal glow of the night sky. "Ah... Fae are known for their longevity, aren't they?" you remark, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of his blonde hair behind his pointed ears. "Is that part of the reason why you became a rentable boyfriend?"

He smiles ruefully. "Partly so," he admits. "My mentor suggested it as a means of broadening my perspective and gaining new experiences.

A giggle escapes your lips. What's with that? To think you're doing this for educational purposes..." you tease, though the chill of reality briefly brushes against your thoughts. "I hope you've at least had fun?"

"Absolutely." He envelops both of your hands in his own, his gaze unwaveringly earnest as it locks onto yours. "My dear, I've thoroughly enjoyed every second spent with you,"

A blush tinges your cheeks at his sincerity, and you respond softly, "It's the same for me. I had so much fun when I was with you,"

You find yourself ensnared by the ethereal presence of the man before you, his proximity stirring a flurry of emotions within you. His face, mere inches from your own, is illuminated by the soft glow of the twinkling stars, their light mirrored in the depths of his serene emerald eyes. Your heart quickens its pace, thumping so loudly in your chest that it threatens to drown out his next words.

"...Can I kiss you?"

You feel yourself nod slightly.

He tentatively closes the distance between you, his movements deliberate yet achingly tender. His hand, warm and reassuring, cups your cheek, his touch sending shivers of electricity dancing across your skin. The scent of night blossoms and distant pine trees fills your senses, mingling with the heady anticipation swirling in the air.

The kiss is tender at first, a tentative exploration of each other, as if testing the waters of this newfound intimacy. But soon, a surge of desire courses through you, fueling the passion that blooms between you. You lose yourself in the moment, surrendering to the intoxicating whirlwind of emotions that sweeps you away, leaving you breathless and utterly consumed by him.

The sequence of events that followed remains a hazy blur in your memory, the details shrouded in a fog of uncertainty. All you recall with clarity is Mal's familiar presence beside you as he walked you back to the imposing gates of your school hand-in-hand, just as he'd always done.

Just like clockwork, you retrieved a thick envelope from the depths of your bag, its contents weighing heavily on your mind. "Hold this," you instructed quietly.

He stared curiously at your actions. With a practiced fluidity, you extracted a handful of bills from your wallet.. With unwavering composure, you extended the money towards him, your tone devoid of sentimentality. "This is the bonus for kissing," pressing the bills into his palm.

Leaning forward on tiptoes, you planted a chaste farewell kiss upon his cheek, the gesture a stark contrast to the emotionless exchange that had just transpired. "See you next time," you murmured, before turning away.

Each clack of your heels against the pavement resonated within him like a mournful toll, echoing the hollowness that had taken root in his chest. He watched, transfixed, as the last sliver of your silhouette dissolved into the far distance, the bittersweet echoes of your footsteps fading into the twilight.

Dark, menacing clouds stretched ominously across the vast expanse of the sky, casting an eerie pall over the landscape below. Before you realised it, raindrops cascaded from the heavens in a frensied blur.

Stargazing Date✅

First Kiss ✅

The evening air was cool as he led you through the labyrinthine streets of the old city, the cobblestones whispering tales of centuries past beneath your feet. Towering above you, ancient buildings adorned with weathered stone facades loomed like silent sentinels guarding the secrets of bygone eras.

"This way," he beckoned, his voice tinged with excitement as he pulled you along into a narrow alleyway veiled in shadows.

With eager steps, you followed his lead, anticipation coursing through your veins as you delved deeper into the heart of the historic district.

"You know," you mused, breaking the silence as you walked, "when I said you could choose our next date, I never imagined it would involve a trip to the City of Flowers. Have you been here before?"

"I have," he answered. "I was invited here once. There was a magnificent festival here, but I was more interested in the gargoyles."

"The... gargoyles?" you echoed, casting an intrigued glance at the statues that adorned the buildings around you. "There do seem to be quite a few of them."

"They've watched over these buildings for centuries, warding off evil spirits and protecting those within."

"Really? That sounds fascinating," you murmured. "Would you mind telling me more?"

A smile graced his lips, his eyes gleaming with a unbridled glee. "Gladly," he agreed, his voice reverent. "Each one has a story to tell, waiting to be heard by those who seek to listen."

You listened intently as he recounted the legends surrounding these ancient sentinels, his words weaving a captivating narrative that transported you through time. As you continued your exploration of the historic buildings, he regaled you with tales of the city's storied past, his words painting vivid pictures of times long gone.

Somewhere along the line, night had descended like a comforting shroud, cloaking the city in a blanket of darkness. Now, you found yourselves strolling along the tranquil riverbank, the rhythmic lapping of the waves providing a soothing cadence to your thoughts.

Your three years of time is almost up.

Soon, you'd be back in the confines of your childhood room, the familiar walls suffocating with the promise of the same, predictable routine. Then, like a ship launched by an unforgiving wind, you'd be whisked away to wed the spouse your father had chosen, leaving behind your fleeting moments of freedom and the memories far away in your teenage years.

Mal glances sideways at you, noting the unusual quiet that had settled upon you like a shadow. "Is everything alright, my dear?" he inquires, his voice laced with concern.

You pause, grappling with the weight of your impending confession, searching for the right words to convey your thoughts. Finally, you draw in a deep breath, steeling yourself for the revelation to come.

"No... It's not," you confess, your voice faltering slightly as you let go of his hand. "Mal, this... this will be the last time I'm hiring you."

Confusion furrows his brow as he searches your eyes for clarity. "But... why?" he responds, a note of sadness creeping into his tone.

"Because..." you begin, your gaze drifting towards the glistening surface of the river, unable to withstand his earnest gaze. "Because I'm leaving Sage Island. I'll be graduating and returning home, and... and I won't require your services anymore."

"I... see."

A heavy silence descends between you, the weight of your confession hanging in the air like a tangible presence. And as you continued your stroll along the riverbank, the knowledge that this would be your final night together lingered like a bittersweet farewell to the memories you had shared.

His Choice Date ✅

Breakup ✅

You've never liked riding in carriages.

With each clop of the horses' hooves, the entire contraption lurched, sending shivers skittering up your spine. It was a waltz of unease, the sway and groan of leather and wood a discordant melody against the cobblestone streets.

The confines of the cramped cabin also felt suffocating, a gilded cage that further severed your connection to your freedom. But the carriage rolled on, carrying you not just through the mountainous terrain, but towards a future you desperately wished to outrun.

Malleus Draconia was your spouse-to-be.

Throughout your school days, whispers of the famed fae prince from Night Raven College echoed in the halls. Tales spun of his unmatched prowess in Spelldrive, where he emerged victorious alone against all teams, his formidable magical abilities casting a long shadow of fear over his opponents. His towering and menacing presence, coupled with the dark horns that crowned his head, only added to the mystique that surrounded him. You could only hope that beneath this formidable exterior lay a heart capable of kindness, granting you the chance for a peaceful existence.

Though, you wouldn't say you could forgive him for having such a similar name to Mal.

As the carriage comes to a halt, the sound of hooves and wheels ceases, accompanied by a palpable sense of anticipation. With the opening of the carriage door, your guards stand at attention, their expressions solemn yet resolute. "Your Highness, we have arrived," one of them announces, his voice carrying the weight of the moment.

With a deep breath, you gather your resolve, steeling yourself for the encounter that awaits beyond the carriage doors.

Just as your foot grazes the carriage step, a gloved hand extends towards you, reaching out towards you with a graceful assurance.. You glance up to meet the gaze of your betrothed, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

His eyes are a familiar shade of emerald green. A shade that's grown to be your favourite, in fact.

"M-Mal?" you stammer, the name escaping your lips before you can stop it.

"It's lovely to see you again, my dear," he smiles, as radiant as the sun.

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15 ⸺ GOOD THINGS DON'T LAST

warnings: toxic behavior, language, peer pressure, struggling to come out, cheating

word count: 4.4k

part of the series: LOGICAL

lee junseo came from a world where money did grow on trees. just her name alone stood as an example of generational wealth and luxury. her great grandfather had founded a banking corporation that had skyrocketed to success, cementing the lee family as one of the most influential and wealthy families in the country. junseo had grown up surrounded by opulence, attending the finest schools, and traveling to the most exotic locations.

she was close friends with jisoo, growing up she saw her almost as a sibling considering how often their families hung out. however, even the kim family knew that the lee’s were far more affluent. the kims were wealthy, but the lees were on a different level entirely, with their influence and wealth extending into various industries as well as other countries.

junseo and jisoo’s friendship was genuine and uncomplicated, built on years of shared experiences and mutual respect. they understood each other's pressures and expectations, often finding solace in their conversations and company. despite the societal expectations that came with their family names, their friendship remained one of the few constants in their lives.

however, they differed in one major way—junseo had no desire to take over the family company.

jisoo was always pressured into taking her rightful place at the head of the kim’s law firm. from a young age, she had been groomed to follow in her parents' footsteps in a path that was meticulously planned and full of expectations.

junseo, on the other hand, felt no such pressure. her family’s wealth afforded her the freedom to explore her own interests and passions without the weight of expectations. this difference in their upbringing allowed junseo to pursue what she loved, like volleyball, without any guilt or second thoughts.

when junseo and chaeyoung became roommates during their first year, junseo quickly learned about chaeyoung’s long-standing crush on jisoo. it was clear that the blonde adored jisoo, hanging on to her every word and gesture. as the two grew closer, she became a confidante for her roommate.

junseo’s connection to jisoo became a bridge for chaeyoung, allowing her to be closer to her crush in a way that wouldn’t have been possible otherwise. junseo was more than willing to help her friend, hoping that one day jisoo would reciprocate chaeyoung’s feelings.

however, junseo wasn’t entirely aware of lisa’s role in the picture.

“since when did you become interested in basketball?” junseo snickered as she took a few selfies in bed, her phone’s screen casting a soft glow in the dimly lit room. chaeyoung was seated at her desk doing her makeup in front of the small vanity mirror. the pair were attending the first home game of the season.

the blonde glanced up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “since i started talking to lisa.”

junseo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “lisa? y/n’s girlfriend?”

chaeyoung nodded, her smile faltering slightly. if there was one thing about junseo, it was the fact that she knew everything about everyone.

“yeah, that lisa.”

the sophomore put her phone down, turning her full attention to her roommate. “wait, what do you mean you’ve been talking to lisa?” she asked slowly, trying to read the blonde’s face for any clues.

chaeyoung sighed, leaning back in her chair. “look, i know it sounds bad, but it’s not like that. lisa and i have just been talking. she’s been really nice to me, and... i don’t know. it’s just nice to have a friend.”

junseo frowned, confusion and concern evident in her eyes. “does y/n know?”

the other girl shook her head. “no, and i don’t think lisa sees it as a big deal. i don’t know, she just gives me a lot of attention. it’s nice to feel wanted, you know?”

the heiress didn’t press further, even if she wanted to. she knew how much the blonde craved attention and validation, especially from someone like lisa.

instead, she sighed and picked her phone back up, glancing at the time. “are you ready to go?” she asked while grabbing her purse. the blonde nodded, thankful for the end of that conversation.

the gymnasium was packed with students, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. junseo and chaeyoung found seats near the front, giving them a clear view of the court. the teams were warming up, and junseo’s eyes scanned the players, searching for familiar faces.

“there’s lisa,” chaeyoung motioned with her head towards the most aggressive one on the court. naturally, y/n was next to her. junseo’s gaze remained on the two, watching as lisa quickly gave the shorter girl a kiss on the cheek.

she shifted her attention away from the couple, while also noting the subtle huff of annoyance that came from her roommate’s mouth at the sight of them.

however, junseo’s eyes stopped in their tracks when she locked eyes with the most alluring face. dark eyes and black hair, swept back into a messy high bun. her dark green uniform clung to her athletic frame, highlighting her toned muscles. the girl was nothing like the other players, seeming to be quite reserved and much quieter.

“who is that?�� junseo asked, her voice barely audible as chaeyoung turned to see who she was talking about.

the blonde followed her gaze and smiled knowingly. “kang seulgi, a junior. she’s not as known, but she’s definitely one of the best players on the team. why?”

junseo couldn’t take her eyes off seulgi. there was something magnetic about her presence, a quiet intensity that drew the other girl in.

“no reason,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. “just curious.”

—

kang seulgi knew she liked girls from the moment she kissed one in 3rd grade. it was a simple, innocent peck on the cheek during a game of truth or dare, but the feeling it left behind was anything but simple. the fluttering sensation in her chest and the warmth she felt were unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

as she grew older, seulgi's understanding of her feelings evolved, but she struggled with the societal expectations and pressures around her. her very modest family was extremely against anything that wasn’t traditional, which naturally included relationships.

she learned early on to compartmentalize her feelings, keeping her romantic inclinations a private part of her life. truth be told, she really didn’t have any romantic feelings. not any real ones anyway.

in high school, her attraction to girls was a well-kept secret. she dated boys casually, mostly to avoid drawing attention or raising questions. her feelings for other girls were something she kept to herself, navigating her teenage years with a mix of curiosity and confusion. the locker room and gymnasium were safe spaces where she could be herself, if only for brief moments.

when seulgi arrived at ygu, she hoped to find a more accepting environment, but she was still cautious. her basketball scholarship had opened doors to a prestigious university, but it also came with its own set of expectations and pressures. the scholarship was a testament to her skill and dedication, but she didn't want anything to jeopardize it.

but junseo was the wrecking ball that crashed her walls down with just a smile and a wave.

their initial connection felt like magic—something out of a storybook. their mutual attraction to each other was immediate and intense, leading them to pursue the relationship with a fervor neither had anticipated. as they began to spend more time together, their bond deepened, and the fairy-tale feeling grew stronger.

but despite the enchantment of their early days, the reality of their differences soon became apparent.

seulgi never understood how carefree junseo was, especially coming from someone with such a reputation. their first date consisted of junseo reserving an entire restaurant for the two to enjoy alone time together.

the restaurant was a high-end venue with a stunning view of the city skyline, and junseo had gone to great lengths to ensure it was a perfect, intimate experience.

to seulgi, who was used to quieter, more down-to-earth dates—like grabbing a quick bite after practice or sneaking away to a cozy café—this extravagant gesture felt both overwhelming and alien. while junseo’s romantic flair was undeniable, it clashed with seulgi’s preference for simplicity and genuine moments over grand gestures.

the night started beautifully, with candlelight casting a warm glow over their table and soft music playing in the background. junseo was radiant, dressed in a chic, elegant outfit, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. seulgi, on the other hand, felt slightly out of her element, unable to fully appreciate the opulence surrounding them.

as the evening progressed, seulgi tried to enjoy the fine dining experience and junseo’s company, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort. the lavish surroundings and junseo’s insistence on creating a perfect night only served to highlight their contrasting worlds. seulgi found herself feeling more like a spectator than an active participant in what was supposed to be a special evening.

after the dinner, junseo seemed disappointed, sensing seulgi’s lack of enthusiasm. “did you not like the restaurant? i thought it would be a nice change from campus food,” she said, her voice tinged with concern.

the basketball athlete felt a bit embarrassed, and for some reason felt like crying. “junseo, look, you’re really sweet and dinner was amazing, but—”

“oh.” junseo interrupted, already anticipating what the other girl was about to say. it broke her heart knowing that the girl she liked so much was about to reject her. seulgi tried to steady her voice, being vocal about how she was feeling wasn’t something she was used to.

“i’m just not ready for this right now. i really like you, but i need to focus on myself and my basketball. i don’t want to lead you on or make you think that i’m in the right place for a relationship.”

junseo’s face fell, and she tried to mask her hurt with a small, forced smile. “i understand. i’m sorry if i rushed things. i just thought we had something special.”

seulgi looked away, her eyes filled with regret, but she refused to let herself go back on her own word.

“we do have something special. i just can’t give you what you deserve at the moment.”

as they parted ways, junseo’s disappointment was palpable. seulgi watched her leave, feeling a mix of guilt and sadness. despite her own reservations, she couldn’t shake the sense that she was letting go of something meaningful.

a few short weeks later, seulgi was focused on her game, determined to give it her all despite the personal turmoil she was feeling. the gym was packed with fans, and the energy in the arena was electric. her team was playing decently, but seulgi found herself distracted by the sight of junseo in the stands, looking as radiant as ever.

she figured chaeyoung had dragged her to the game in the first place, considering how seulgi knew she was the last person junseo wanted to see at the moment.

during a break in the game, seulgi glanced over and saw a guy trying to hit on junseo. he was leaning in, talking animatedly, and junseo was laughing politely but seemed uncomfortable. seulgi felt a pang of jealousy and frustration, her earlier decision to reject the heiress now weighing heavily on her heart.

seulgi was smart about everything except her own feelings. she let her mind make any decisions without listening to her heart first. however, as she watched this man have all of junseo’s attention at her own game, she felt her emotions spiral out of control.

the sight of junseo laughing and engaging with someone else while seulgi stood on the sidelines gnawed at her insides, stirring a mix of jealousy and regret.

“seulgi,” lisa snapped as she slammed the water bottle into the ground roughly. “we’ve had eight turnovers because of you.” she pointed, her frustration evident. “get your head in the game!”

“that’s enough, lisa.” yeri hissed, standing up from her seat and grabbing a nearby cloth to wipe the sweat from her brow. “you’ve missed every open shot so far. you’re lucky somi is tall enough to clean up your misses.”

seulgi barely registered lisa’s reprimand. her eyes were fixed on junseo, who was now entirely focused on the stranger speaking to her. it was as if junseo was completely oblivious to the world around her, and her heart ached at the sight. the carefree, radiant smile on junseo’s face as she laughed with the guy made

the athlete felt like she was being pulled into an emotional whirlpool.

“kang seulgi, focus!” lisa’s voice cut through her thoughts again as they jogged onto the court, but this time seulgi only gave a distracted nod. the frustration of the game, combined with her deep-seated insecurity, made it almost impossible to concentrate.

every play seulgi made, she looked back at junseo to see if she saw it.

her movements on the court were fueled by the hope of catching the other girl’s eye, each shot and strategic pass accompanied by a quick glance toward the stands. seulgi’s game was driven by a new intensity, one that was both exhilarating and distracting.

the energy of the basketball game seemed to have shifted. where seulgi had once felt isolated and insecure, she now felt a renewed determination to prove herself, both to her teammates and to junseo. she gave it her all, pushing through the fatigue with each aggressive drive to the hoop, each defensive stance, and each play that set up a teammate for a score.

each time she turned her head to scan the crowd, her heart raced, hoping to find the same familiar face among the spectators. the earlier tension had transformed into a singular focus on making every moment count.

from the corner of her eye, seulgi caught numerous glimpses of junseo’s reactions. the heiress was no longer interacting with the stranger from before. instead, she was completely absorbed in the game, her gaze locked on seulgi with an intensity that matched her own.

in the final minutes of the game, seulgi made a crucial play.

ygu was down by 1 point. they needed this to count.

she intercepted a pass, dribbled down the court while ignoring lisa’s screams to pass it, and made a perfect shot just as the buzzer sounded. the crowd erupted in cheers and her teammates rushed to hug her, but seulgi’s eyes were solely focused on junseo.

the sight of junseo standing and clapping with genuine enthusiasm was all seulgi needed to know her efforts were worth it.

coach taeyeon had given a very long and detailed post-game talk, but the moment it was finished, seulgi sprinted towards the parking lot. her heart was racing not from the adrenaline of the game, but from the anticipation of seeing junseo again.

the cool night air hit her as she stepped outside, the dim lights of the parking lot casting long shadows. she scanned the area, her eyes searching for the familiar sight of junseo’s car. it wasn’t long before she spotted it parked under a streetlamp.

seulgi’s pace quickened as she approached the car, her excitement growing with each step. when she reached it, she saw the heiress leaning against the hood, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. junseo’s eyes met seulgi’s, and a warm smile spread across her face, instantly melting away any lingering tension.

“seulgi,” junseo called out softly, pushing off the car and walking towards her. her eyes held a mix of affection and anticipation, reflecting the same emotions that seulgi felt.

seulgi closed the distance between them, her heart swelling with a mixture of relief and joy. “i’m sorry i took so long. i just needed to see you.”

junseo reached out, taking seulgi’s hands in hers. “it’s okay. i’ve been waiting for you.”

the basketball player scanned the heiress’ face, admiring every detail of it in the darkness of night. she hated how loud her heart was, but she couldn't deny herself any longer. every single beat of it was for junseo.

junseo. junseo. junseo.

everything was for junseo.

without another word, seulgi leaned in closer, her face inches away from the other girl’s. she could smell the scent of junseo’s perfume, a delicate mix of jasmine and cedar.

junseo’s heart raced at the proximity, the air between them thick with anticipation. she noticed the nervous tremor in seulgi’s lips and saw the uncertainty in her eyes. junseo’s own heart ached with a mix of affection and a fierce desire to guide her through this moment.

seulgi’s cheeks flushed, her nerves momentarily giving way to excitement. “i—i've never been in a real relationship before. i don't know how to do this. i’ve never even kissed anyone.” she admitted embarrassingly, her face flushed with a dark shade of scarlet.

junseo’s eyes softened with understanding. she reached up to gently cup seulgi’s face in her hands. “you want to kiss me, kang seulgi?” she whispered as she gently traced the curve of the athlete’s jaw.

seulgi nodded, her gaze fixed on junseo’s lips. “i want you to be my girlfriend.” junseo smiled reassuringly and leaned in, her lips brushing softly against seulgi’s. “then let me be your first kiss.”

“relax,” the volleyball player murmured, her voice soothing. “don’t even think about anything.”

junseo’s hands remained steady on seulgi’s face, her touch light but firm, guiding seulgi through each subtle shift. she let seulgi lead the kiss at her own pace, savoring the intimacy of the moment and the growing connection between them.

their relationship was a secret from that night forward. seulgi loved the girl, but at the end of the day, she knew she could never publicly love her. she couldn’t accept her own sexuality, at least not at 100%.

the party was buzzing with energy as the music thumped in the background and laughter filled the air. junseo was somewhere else with some of the other volleyball players, leaving the basketball girls to their own games.

when a game of truth or dare started, the atmosphere became even more lively. seulgi was anxious about the game, knowing that anything could happen and her secret relationship could be at risk, especially given chaeyoung is a bit too close to lisa.

and lisa, always one for pushing boundaries, grinned as she made her way around the circle.

“alright, seulgi,” lisa said, her eyes glinting with mischief as the bottle stopped on her. “truth or dare?”

seulgi gulped, her heart racing. “dare.”

lisa’s grin widened. “i dare you to text coach irene and tell her she’s pretty.”

a wave of unease washed over seulgi. she knew coach irene well enough to know that her response could range from amused to deeply embarrassed. but more than that, she didn’t want any hint of her personal life exposed.

“what? why?” seulgi protested, trying to hide her anxiety. the star athlete shrugged playfully. “come on, it’s just a game! it’ll be funny.” y/n’s eyes narrowed at her girlfriend briefly, not amused by the antics.

“lisa this doesn’t seem–”

lisa let out a huff of annoyance before taking a sip of her drink. “it’s just a stupid game. it’s not like seulgi likes girls anyway.” she groaned before quickly kissing the back of her girlfriend’s hand.

that last part of the thai girl’s remark sent sirens off in her head. was lisa trying to test her? did she know about her and junseo?

“you don't, right?” lalisa questioned, raising a knowing eyebrow at her teammate. seulgi forced a laugh, trying to mask her anxiety. “no, of course not,” she lied, her voice wavering slightly. “it’s just a game, like you said.”

“exactly, so just do it.” somi said while taking a sip from her red solo cup. yeji sent y/n a knowing look, but y/n only shook her head slightly. they both knew lisa was up to something, even if they didn’t know what it was.

reluctantly, she did as she was told.

i just wanted to say i think you’re really pretty.

“there,” seulgi cleared her throat and showed the other athlete her proof. lisa snickered, clearly pleased with the outcome of her dare.

“see? that wasn’t so bad.”

it was a seemingly harmless dare, but seulgi couldn’t shake the feeling that lisa knew something she didn’t.

—

junseo gently massaged the knots in her girlfriend’s back, earning a few grunts and groans from seulgi. they had spent the evening after their practices just relaxing and recovering together. it was one of the couple's favorite pastimes.

“i think i’m getting better at this,” junseo teased, pressing her thumbs into a particularly tense spot.

seulgi chuckled, a content sigh escaping her lips. “you’re a natural, junseo. i could get used to this.”

junseo’s heart swelled with affection. “good, because i plan on keeping you relaxed and happy for a long time.”

seulgi turned her head slightly, meeting junseo’s gaze with a soft smile. “i’m lucky to have you.”

junseo leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on seulgi’s shoulder. “no, i’m the lucky one.”

their moment was interrupted by the sudden buzz of junseo’s phone on the nightstand. she reached over to silence it, but a message preview on her phone caught her eye.

it was from an unsaved number, but the content made her blood run cold.

junseo’s hands trembled as she read the message again, hoping it was some kind of misunderstanding. but the words were clear, and the implications even clearer. she felt a knot tighten in her stomach, her mind racing with a thousand questions and fears.

“seulgi,” junseo said, her voice barely above a whisper. her hands curled into fists as she slowly sat back down on her girlfriend’s waist, facing the back of her head. “yeah?” seulgi replied, oblivious to the storm brewing behind her.

the heiress took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “look at me.” seulgi turned around, concern etching her features as she noticed her lover’s expression. “what is it?”

“is there something you want to tell me?”

the older girl slowly turned, causing her girlfriend to shift in her lap as she faced her fully. junseo’s eyes were cold and void of any emotion. truth be told, it scared her to see the girl she loved like this.

“nothing that you don’t already know.” seulgi said slowly, putting her hands on junseo’s thighs lightly. junseo’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it was sharp and clear. “who sent this?” she held up her phone, the message from the unknown number still on the screen.

ask seulgi about irene. you should know what’s going on.

seulgi glanced at the phone, her heart sinking further. “that’s lisa’s number...”

junseo’s eyes narrowed, her hands trembling. “you’re telling me that you’ve been talking to irene and now lisa somehow is involved? what the hell is going on, seulgi?”

seulgi’s hands tightened on junseo’s thighs, trying to keep her voice steady. “coach irene and i have been talking because she’s my coach. it’s nothing more than that.”

the heiresses' expression softened just a fraction, but her voice remained icy. “then why did lisa send me that? why would she think something is going on? and why does she know something i don’t?”

seulgi’s mind raced, trying to piece everything together. she was confused, and very scared of losing the only girl she cared about.

“maybe she’s trying to stir things up, cause trouble. you know how lisa can be.”

junseo’s eyes flashed with anger. “this isn’t just some joke, seulgi. this is our relationship. i need to know if i can trust you.”

seulgi’s hands moved to cup her girlfriend’s face gently, her own eyes scanning for warmth in the irises. she loved junseo, there was no one else in her heart but her. that was the truth. “you can trust me, junseo. i promise. there’s nothing going on between me and irene

junseo took a deep breath, her gaze searching seulgi’s eyes for any sign of deceit. “then give me your phone.”

almost instantly, seulgi’s mind began racing once again. she had remembered something that would change everything. the party. the dare.

lisa.

“wait,” seulgi panicked as she moved to try and grab her phone. “i just need to–” “why are you so freaked out?” junseo shouted, her voice cracking with a mix of frustration and fear. “what are you hiding from me, seulgi?”

seulgi’s heart pounded in her chest. “it’s not what you think. there’s just something i need to explain first.” that text made it look like something horrible, especially since irene’s response was something even worse.

junseo’s eyes narrowed, her hands shaking as she held onto the phone tighter. her girlfriend was so panicked, she had never seen seulgi’s face so pale.

“explain what? that you’ve been flirting with your damn coach behind my back?”

seulgi shook her head vigorously, her voice pleading. “no, it’s not like that. it was a dare. lisa dared me to text irene and tell her she’s pretty. it was stupid, and i didn’t mean anything by it.”

“then why didn’t you tell me that ages ago?” the heiress hissed before unlocking seulgi’s phone in front of her, the action shattering the basketball player’s heart into a million pieces. “junseo, please,” seulgi begged, trying to reach for the phone, but junseo pulled it away, her eyes scanning through the messages.

her heart sank as she saw the texts between seulgi and irene. what started as a silly dare had turned into a series of flirtatious messages, the playful tone becoming more frequent over time. seulgi had been hiding this from her, and it cut deeper than she could have imagined.

“why, seulgi?” junseo’s voice broke, tears welling up in her eyes. “why didn’t you tell me?”

seulgi’s own eyes filled with tears as she saw the pain on her girlfriend’s face. she couldn’t even come up with an excuse. her words died in her throat, and for the first time in forever, she just sat there silently.

and at the time, junseo didn’t know what was worse: her girlfriend’s actions, or the fact that lisa told her seulgi and irene were actually dating just a few short weeks after they broke up.

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midnightcrw · 1 year ago

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Mission

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Summary: On a mission with Simon while the TF141 looks after Daisy (Simon and your daughter)

Warning: Smut, Fingering (though it's not very long)

a/n: Did I just finish writing this in class? Yes, I did. This is probably the longest piece I have written in a while. I'm not entirely satisfied with some aspects of it, but hopefully, you'll all like it. There is also a mention of another piece I wrote on Thursday, in this one

"I can't believe we're doing this," you mumbled under your breath, not thrilled about the situation at hand. It's not that partnering with Simon on a mission bothered you; it's the whole pretending-to-be-someone-else deal. Luckily, being married to Simon was the only genuine part.

Simon's expression mirrored your sentiments; he wasn't thrilled about the mission either. Home with you and Daisy, enjoying a movie, sounded way better than being here. Ever since Price pitched the idea (thanks to Soap planting the seed), Simon's face maintained a constant frown, adding to his already intimidating aura.

"Look at your mom and dad, Daisy," Soap chirped through the earpiece, his cheerful tone cutting through the tension. Clearly, Soap's ulterior motive was getting you two on the mission, leaving him more time with Daisy—especially considering the fact that he, Price, and Gaz burned down most of your house.

After all, you'd decided a week ago that they wouldn't be visiting Daisy after the recent incident. Yet, here they were—Price, Soap, and Gaz—squeezed into the cozy van. You and Simon, on the other hand, were decked out in your finest attire, ready to infiltrate a ball where you had to play the roles of affluent snobs.

The biting cold outside did little to improve the situation, but once inside, the warmth gradually enveloped you. The opulent decorations of some wealthy bastard's 'home' caught your attention, if one could even call it that.

Entering the venue proved surprisingly simple, thanks to Laswell's good work on your fake identities. At least, there was someone reliable to count on while the trio fawned over Daisy.

"I can't believe it either," Simon whispered, his arm securely wrapped around your waist, unwilling to let you out of his sight. Your husband, though impeccably dressed and handsome, exuded an unmistakable discomfort about the entire affair.

Playfully teasing him, you touched the hand wrapped around your waist, gazing at him with affection. "You look good, don't worry."

Simon rolled his eyes, confident in his appearance. His concern lay elsewhere, irritated by the lingering gazes directed at you, as if you weren't already claimed.

Choosing not to engage in your banter, he retaliated with a gentle pinch on your waist, evoking a gasp before you playfully pushed him. Looking down at you, a subtle smirk played on his lips. "Behave," he said, causing your heart rate to quicken.

Despite being accustomed to his antics, it still stirred an emotion within you – an emotion only your Simon could evoke.

Your eyes roamed the polished surroundings, every detail meticulously in place. A grand chandelier adorned the center of the room, its crystals glistening in the radiant light.

The crowd, dressed impeccably, momentarily making you insecure about your own attire, despite knowing it was far from the truth. Lingering eyes turned your way, a subtle awareness settling in.

Simon and you strolled, exploring the opulent venue and stumbling upon a grand staircase. However, the stairs could wait; first, you needed to blend into the ball and find the opportune moment for distraction.

Through the earpiece, multiple voices echoed, dominated by Daisy's delightful coos and giggles. The urge to express your adoration almost escaped you, as Simon's hushing finger pressed to your lips.

"But Simon, she's so cute," you protested as Simon pulled you abruptly flush against his chest. Knowing that he had to shut you up somehow, and making sudden decisions always seemed to work well on you.

"I know, she's cute, but we're on a mission," he exclaimed, leaning down to press a kiss on your temple. You sighed, resting your forehead on his chest.

Daisy, only a year old, had never been far from your side, making it tough to focus without worrying, despite trusting Soap, Gaz and Price.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, feeling a twinge of guilt. Simon, all seriousness, maintained focus while you struggled to compose yourself.

"No need to apologize, love. It won't take long, I promise," he reassured in a soothing tone, his embrace bringing a momentary calm.

Tilting your head, you locked eyes with him. The softening of his gaze revealed a side reserved just for you and you leaned in for a kiss, a sudden interruption made both of you pull away in surprise.

"Is everything alright?" The man, around his forties, in a well-put-together white suit and a black tie, asked. His black hair had a few distinguished white strands, adding to his attractive appearance—a face you found oddly familiar.

Before you could place him, Gaz's voice chimed in through the earpiece, "That's Robert Harris."

Robert Harris, the man whose 'home' you were infiltrating, stood as the alleged cause behind multiple soldier disappearances and stolen weapons, cleverly concealed behind the mask of a successful CEO.

"Everything's alright, Mr. Harris," you replied, offering a smile to downplay any suspicion. "Just call me Robert. And you must be?" he inquired, returning the smile, his gaze focused on you, seemingly oblivious to Simon's presence or deliberately avoiding eye contact.

You slipped your hand into Simon's, drawing him closer as you smoothly introduced yourselves with the fabricated names designed for this mission.

As your fingers intertwined with Simon's, Robert's gaze shifted to your husband, and his expression hinted at displeasure. Sensing the tension, your grip on Simon's hand tightened. Having looked through Robert's file, you knew he wasn't exactly the most loyal husband in his marriage—an aggressive man unburdened by consequences.

Sensing your distress, Simon entered the conversation. "A few guests mentioned your recent endeavors. What's your newest project, if I may ask?" Uncharacteristically wordy for Simon, but for you, he'd go the extra mile.

As Robert engaged in the discussion, you seized the opportunity to ask about the restroom. "Up the stairs, first door to your left, darling," Robert said, letting his eyes linger a little longer on you as if he was mentally undressing you while putting an emphasis on the 'darling'.

Nodding, you made your way upstairs, leaving Simon alone with Harris. The uneasy feeling that settled in when Robert approached lingered, taken by the realization that Simon couldn't watch your back for the moment.

The moment the word 'darling' slipped from Robert's mouth, Simon's jaw tightened, and his hands balled into fists. It wasn't the term itself that bothered him, but the deliberate intent behind it, as if Robert aimed to provoke him.

Simon, consumed by a simmering anger, barely registered the details of the project Robert was discussing. "You have a beautiful wife," Harris stated with a smug voice, an infuriating smirk accompanying his words.

Before Simon could retort, Harris continued, "I'm sure having a wife like her never gets boring." That remark struck a nerve, sparking Simon's irritation.

"Damn," Gaz uttered with a shocked tone, earning a smack on the back of his head from Price. "Not in front of Daisy!"

"Simon is probably going to kill him," Soap exclaimed, drawing a giggle from Daisy. "You definitely are Simon's daughter."

Having finished washing your hands, Laswell's voice echoed, "His office is at the end of the corridor, and for now, the way is clear."

With Laswell's guidance, you swiftly headed outside, walking briskly towards the indicated door. Left to your own devices, you might have been lost, grateful for the assistance.

Standing before the door, you braced for it to be locked. To your surprise, the handle turned easily. "He's not only sleazy but also dumb," you mumbled as you entered.

"I agree," Gaz chimed in, offering support for your opinion on Robert, bringing a small smile to your face. The room, akin to the rest of the ball's elegance, was well-organized and pristine.

Moving around the desk, you delved into the drawers, recognizing this task might take a while with numerous files and papers that didn't stand out at first glance.

"Fucking finally," Simon breathed out in relief as Robert disappeared from sight. He was just about to lodge a knife into either Robert's throat or his own, depending on his mood. Fortunately, for Robert, the guests took the man away before Simon could do something he could enjoy regret.

Having monitored your conversations through the earpiece as he ascended the stairs, Simon was visibly pleased to find you unharmed inside the office.

"I would have thrown a knife at you if Laswell hadn't warned me," you quipped, your husband approaching you behind the desk.

"Maybe I would have liked that," Simon whispered, dangerously close to your body, trapping you between himself and the desk.

"Not now," you warned, despite the craving to feel his touch. Ignoring your caution, Simon wrapped his arms around your waist, planting kisses on your neck, prompting a quiet gasp at the sudden contact of his lips.

"Hate the way he looked at you," Simon rasped out, his hand venturing beneath the leg slit of your dress, his intense gaze locking onto yours, awaiting your response—permission or denial hanging in the balance.

Unable to resist any longer, you nodded, granting Simon the freedom to explore your body.

His left hand held your waist possessively, while the right pushed your underwear aside. Gripping the desk tightly, your head tilted forward.

Without warning, Simon cupped you between your legs, eliciting a whimper from you. "Fuck..."

Drenched with desire, the touch left you yearning to be bent over the desk and fucked senselessly, losing yourself in a passion that momentarily eclipsed the lingering mission at hand.

He slowly released his grip, running his middle finger through your slit, prompting a clench of your thighs and earning a spank. "Keep your legs spread for me, darling," Simon urged, a hint of spite lingering in the term Robert had used.

Gulping, you complied, and as you let go, Simon plunged a finger deep inside you, drawing a moan. "Shh, we wouldn't want them to hear you now, would we, darling?" His voice took on an unexpectedly deeper tone, causing you to bite your lip and compliance. "Good girl."

With that, he started fucking his digit in and out of you, not at all being gentle as he usually would be. Your lip was likely bleeding from the force, but Simon reveled in the sight of you unraveling.

"More, please," you quietly pleaded, a desire for another finger inside as he began rubbing your clit, the sensation almost pushing you to cry out.

"Only because you've been good so far," he whispered into your ear, adding another finger, curling both digits, causing you to lean forward, supporting yourself with your arms.

Not long after, you reached your climax, nearly collapsing to your knees if Simon hadn't held you up by your waist. Taking deep breaths, you tried to compose yourself as Simon cleaned his fingers with a handkerchief from his suit pocket.

Allowing you a moment to rest on the chair by the desk, your husband retrieved the files, finding the one you needed. "I'll take care of you once we're out of here, love," Simon promised, giving you a kiss before pulling you up by your hands.

"You're lucky that we were able to turn off the mics and the screen for the office," Price scolded the both of you as you leaned against Simon.

"You shouldn't have forced us on this mission then," Simon replied.

"I hope you feel guilty, Simon."

"I would do it again."

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 4 months ago

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Hired

One of many ways Yves could establish first contact with you.

tw: i guess kind of none because if you take what happened here at face value, it kinda even seem wholesome and normal, except maybe the mild infantilization

u gotta look at the Yves lore before understanding the implications of some stuff

Yves is a wonderful employer, he is infinitely better than any of your other bosses. The economic and societal climate is changing; despite having a bachelor's degree, all you could get are entry-level jobs. At this point, the only way a person could reliably advance in their career is through contacts.

There was no wonder why you would jump at the chance when your cousin offered to put you in contact with their affluent associate. Of which, is looking to hire a personal assistant. It's not the most ideal job in the world, but you were hoping through Yves, you could network enough and open more doors.

You were nervous; as your cousin described him as quiet but not meek, polite but aloof, calm yet holding an air of absolute authority around him. You assume that he's someone who couldn't tolerate mistakes, no matter how small or inconsequential. However, the fact that Yves treats those who work under him well was enough to make you push your fears away and agree to a meeting with him.

He is a busy man, so you couldn't meet him until a week later. The wait is killing you; at least you had time to prepare, rehearse your responses, and gather whatever medication necessary to prevent you from vomiting upon seeing him. Your cousin had to assure you that Yves isn't as menacing or uncompromising as you built him up to be. Yet, you wouldn't believe them. So you suffer in your own anxiety.

And when you do finally meet in a fine dining restaurant as per his arrangement, it took you every ounce of your strength not to pass out.

Yves is beautiful. He carried himself with such grace and elegance, even his movements look unreal. As if it's much more fluid and effortless than normal people. His jet black hair that cascades down to the middle of his back, to his piercing emerald gaze, everything about him intimidated you half to death. It's not a human that you're looking at, you're looking at something closer to an ethereal deity, if anything.

He offered a small, polite smile before addressing you by your first name.

The combination of his overwhelming aura and the opulence of the meeting venue, you're beginning to doubt you should even be here.

He presented his perfectly manicured hand to you, obviously for you to shake and do a proper introduction. But you merely stared at it, blanking out in panic. You felt dirty, a filthy commoner should never touch such a delicate, expensive-

"Are you alright?" He asked. Yves has a pleasant sounding baritone voice; it exudes warmth that is unfamiliar, but addicting. You craned your neck upwards to see no malice, only concern.

You cleared your throat and muttered an apology before shaking his hand. You were hyper focused on how clammy your hands must feel to him.

"(name)." You felt your heart drop into your stomach when he unpredictability enveloped your trembling hand with both of his. For the first time, you realized that his hands are unnaturally cold. So cold, that it almost felt like you're touching a block of ice. Your unending loop of self negativity was broken by the unexpected temperature shock.

He leaned down a bit closer. "You are doing well."

Yves stated with such assurance, you released a breath of relief and felt the fear melt away. His thumbs massaged your hand for a few more seconds, just enough to calm you down further, but not long enough to make you uncomfortable.

When his grip loosened, you successfully took it as a cue to let go. He took a seat and gestured for you to do the same.

You braced yourself for the first interview question as the food isn't here yet. There was no menu, Yves already preordered the food. That was why he had contacted you a few days prior to ask about your dietary requirements and/or restrictions.

You expected every generic and obscure that a Human Resources department could ever come up with, repeating the lines in your head so you wouldn't mess up. You intently watch him part his soft lips to speak.

"How are you, (name)?"

You froze. You didn't take into account that he would test you on small talk. You didn't practice that.

So you stuttered and stumbled over your words, eventually giving him a generic "Good." Then, you immediately clammed up, waiting for his next response.

He smiled. It was kind and genuine. "That's wonderful to know. I am also doing well myself."

You cringed internally, realizing that you should have returned the question.

But before you could beat yourself up over it, he continued exchanging pleasantries with you. Talking about mundane topics about the weather, the restaurant, travelling, hobbies- it was boring, but you felt safer and safer as it went on.

You became comfortable because Yves eventually seemed human enough to recognize, as someone who wouldn't bite your head off at the first wrong move. An image of a caring gentleman who just happens to be reserved replaced the ruthless dictator-like persona you had for Yves in your head.

Your cousin was right, you were really stressing over nothing. It became so easy to talk to him that the tension in your shoulders was gone, your words now flow without stumbles and you can feel your anxiety medication course through your veins and finally doing it's job.

The way he puppets the conversation is so masterful, that you didn't even realize he had transitioned the topics to the actual interview. You still spoke to him so casually, as if he's your non-judgemental prude of a friend.

If it wasn't for Yves's conversational skills, you would have been malfunctioning over how you should hold your fork and knife. But you were eating like you always would; fast, slow, neat or slightly messy, it didn't matter. You stopped seeing Yves as a potential employer and more of a buddy.

The "interview" went on until the plates were cleared, including desserts. Waiters and waitresses took them away, you took that as your cue to stiffen up because the real interview is about to start.

You went through the same process of silently repeating your memorized answers to yourself, but this time with no pressure.

Only to be dumbfounded when Yves asked, "How soon can you start working with me?" implying that you somehow passed the interview that never happened.

There were a few moments of silence from you, trying to process it all. You end up asking him about the other questions you were expecting him to ask.

"I did ask about those earlier. I find that your responses reflect a personality best suited for this position." He folded his hands on his lap.

Then you realized, he actually did. All this time, you thought those were inconsequential small talk.

You were suddenly caught up in a decision paralysis, unable to come up with a clear choice immediately. Yves must have noticed this, as he took out a file from his designer handbag and a fountain pen.

"Are you available to start tomorrow?" He opened the file and put the contract in front of you.

And that was how you secured a high paying job with almost unbelievable fringe benefits: free accommodation (as it was much easier to work with him if you stayed in the same house), three free meals a day cooked by your boss, including whatever Yves has in his kitchen, a company car for private use (his personal car), and hell, he even covers your self-education expenses.

It was strange at first that Yves would cook. You expected him to have private chefs and servants to handle maintenance of his humble abode. But you quickly come to realize, the reason why he was so busy is precisely due to that. He would do all the chores himself, no matter how undignified you thought it was.

He makes his own tea and fixes a cup of your favourite beverage too. The free meals he whips up on the daily are healthy and delicious, there are no ultra processed foods in his house. He manages his own finances, so you don't know how much he earns or has in the bank.

Yves surprisingly loved doing such menial tasks- tasks that you were supposed to handle, becoming fussy when you tried doing some of them for him. He would send you away and tell you to stick to what you're instructed to do. Which was to arrange Yves's meetings with his business associates based on his packed schedules. And to reply to his emails and answer calls, the latter is rare but you're glad as it's so daunting to talk to other rich folks.

As days turn into months, you notice how Yves is such a damn recluse. He wouldn't leave the house unless he has to and he doesn't seem to have friends he would regularly hang out with. You don't even think he has friends he enjoys being around. No family either.

Your job eventually was to just be there for him. You were never bored despite having very little to do, because Yves would talk to you and bring you wherever you always wanted to go, all expenses paid out of his own pocket.

The downside to all of these was that he nags. He nags your ear off if you forgot to put on sunscreen for the day, he nags if you're bringing in candies into his pantry, he nags if you still hung out with that friend who spread nasty rumors about you and he nags if you're doing something he perceives as harmful towards yourself.

But you knew he genuinely cared about you and he also verbally confirmed it himself, as he considered you as someone awfully special to him. Unfortunately, his boldness developed some awkward feelings in you. Never in your life did you have some who gave a crap about you as much as Yves.

You had come to see him as a crush. It's hard to avoid him when you're living under the same roof, eating the same meals and hanging out with him as part of your job description.

Predictably, he quickly sniffed out that something was amiss, and he directly questioned you about it one random afternoon. It didn't take long for you to buckle under the stress he was putting on you with his unique, maternal-esque interrogation techniques. You spilled the beans, you told him everything no matter how painfully embarrassing it was.

You ended your speech with a hot face and a belief that he will fire you right after this.

Yves merely hummed in response. You hung your head low, bracing for impact.

However, the only impact you felt was a feathery, sweet peck on the cheek. Your head shot back up and stared at him with wide eyes, Yves was smiling with glee and serenity.

"Dinner will be ready at five, dear." He traced his fingers along your jawline and walked away to prepare a meal for two.

Of course, after you recovered from your stupor, you ran after him and began asking what exactly happened.

"You confessed your feelings for me, and I accepted it." He explained as he cupped both sides of your cheeks, rubbing them with his thumbs. "You are now my beloved partner. And if all goes well, eventually, my lawfully wedded spouse."

You couldn't coherently get your thoughts out, a million of them are firing through your mind and you're still struggling to process that your boss might feel the same way. And what does this mean for your job? It's definitely going to change now that you're romantically involved with him.

He then pulled you into a hug, holding you close and raking his fingers through your hair.

"One step at a time, my love. Do not overwhelm yourself." He kissed you on the crown of your head. You allowed yourself to melt in his arms, inhaling his comforting scent as he pets you.

And as it turns out, there isn't too much of a difference after Yves becomes your boyfriend. He still cooks and cleans, you still schedule his meetings for him. It's just that he would show his gratitude with forehead kisses now. And there is the addition of pet names.

You unlocked the option to sleep in the same bed as him, either in his room or yours. You almost immediately become secure enough to randomly cuddle up to him throughout the day. Likewise, he was comfortable enough to leave lipstick marks on your face whenever he feels like it.

He could be reading on the sofa, and you could lay your head on his lap with no problem at all. Yves would proceed to mindlessly massage your scalp.

Yves nags a lot less now, because he would simply apply sunscreen on you if you forgot, fix your clothes if it's messy, and basically baby you to an unbearable extent.

Except, it is bearable. Because if it wasn't, you wouldn't have let it slide for so long. And you wouldn't have allowed him to tie your shoelaces for you or wipe your snot away whenever you have the sniffles.

So, you still think Yves is a pretty swell boss and an amazing boyfriend. You felt like you hit the jackpot on this one and you couldn't have been luckier.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere male #oc yves #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader

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alyrasturnz · 4 months ago

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COWBOY LIKE ME

chapter 4 ⌗ you can't just run around with cowboys!

❐ summary » y/n, a young woman from the opulent world of beverly hills, embarks on a family vacation to the serene countryside. amidst the lush landscapes, she sneaks out one evening and encounters matt, a charming cowboy with a heart as vast as the southern skies.

❐ pairings » cowboy!matt x affluent!reader

❐ warnings » this is a series, arguing with parents

❐ a/n && w/c » okayy last update for the night cause i have training tmr (technically today) • 2.59k

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the sun's rays pierced through the curtains, casting a dappled light that danced across your face, its warmth both gentle and insistent as it seeped into the room.

your head throbbed with a relentless ache, yet it found solace as it nestled gently against his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart offering a soothing counterpoint to the pain.

soft snores gently escaped through matt's nose, a rhythmic cadence that filled the room, as you slowly sat up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes.

your head throbbed with the relentless pounding of nails, a cruel reminder of the excesses of last night's revelry. as your gaze drifted to the clock in matt's room, your eyes widened in alarm.

you had spent the night enveloped in the unfamiliar comfort of matt's place, rather than the familiar confines of your own.

"fuck," you muttered under your breath, the word barely escaping your lips as you immediately pushed yourself up, your movements swift and urgent. matt began to stir from his slumber, his body shifting slightly as he adjusted to the sudden disturbance.

you swiftly exited his room, your footsteps barely making a sound on the floor. behind you, matt sat up, his movements slow and groggy as he tried to comprehend the sudden rush of activity.

"california—" he called out, his voice raspy and thick with sleep as he stood up, his movements deliberate and unsteady. he began to walk after you, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet room. "where are you going?" he asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair, the gesture a futile attempt to bring some order to the chaos of the morning.

"my parents are gonna kill me!" you exclaimed in a panic, your hands trembling as you hastily slipped on your shoes, each motion fueled by a rising sense of urgency.

you swiftly opened his door, your heart pounding in your chest as you bolted out of his house. the cool morning air greeted you as you sprinted into the open field, the grass brushing against your legs with each hurried step.

matt leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes following your every move with a soft smirk playing on his lips. his posture was relaxed, yet there was an undeniable intensity in his gaze as he watched you disappear into the distance.

"at least let me drive you, california," he called out, his voice carrying a mix of concern and amusement. you stopped in your tracks, the urgency of your flight momentarily halted as you turned to look at him. his expression was earnest, a stark contrast to the chaotic scene unfolding around you.

"actually—yeah, that would be nice," you replied, your voice tinged with relief. he let out a soft chuckle, the sound warm and reassuring, as he grabbed his car keys. with a fluid motion, he closed the door behind him and walked up to his truck, the early morning light casting long shadows. you followed closely, your footsteps echoing his, feeling a sense of unexpected comfort in his presence.

he opened the passenger door for you with a gentlemanly grace, allowing you to slide in smoothly. once you were settled, he closed the door behind you with a firm yet gentle motion, sealing you inside the cozy confines of the truck.

matt settled into the driver’s seat, the leather creaking softly under his weight. with a practiced hand, he turned the ignition, the engine roaring to life. without hesitation, he began to navigate the truck down the winding road, the hum of the tires creating a rhythmic backdrop to your thoughts.

matt’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening as he cast a quick, intense glance in your direction. urgency flickered in his eyes, a storm of concern and determination. "california, where exactly am i takin' you? we need to get you back before your folks notice you're gone," he said, his voice a blend of worry and resolve.

you fidgeted with the hem of your dress, anxiety bubbling up like an untamed storm. "just take a right up here and then a left at the next light," you instructed, your voice barely above a whisper. "i can't believe i didn't tell them… i'm going to be in so much trouble." the weight of your words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a testament to the turmoil within you.

he let out a low sigh, the sound resonating with a mix of resignation and determination. shaking his head slowly, he murmured, "we'll figure it out. sometimes things just happen, you know? there's no point in casting blame when all we can do is move forward." his words, though simple, carried the weight of experience and a quiet strength.

your cheeks flushed with a mix of relief and worry. "thanks, matt. i just… i didn't plan for this to happen. i just wanted to stay a little longer." your voice wavered with the unspoken turmoil, each word a delicate thread in the tapestry of your emotions.

matt's eyes softened as he glanced over at you, a gentle understanding reflecting in his gaze. "i get it. sometimes you just need a break from everything. but we'll get through this together, alright?" his words, though simple, carried a promise of unwavering support, a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty.

you nodded, staring out the window as the familiar streets flew by, each landmark a silent witness to your thoughts. "yeah, together. i just hope my parents understand." your voice trailed off, laden with a mix of hope and trepidation, each word a delicate balance between fear and faith.

he pressed down on the gas pedal, determination etched into every syllable. "we'll make sure they do. just hang tight, california. we'll get you home safe." his words, though resolute, carried a promise of unwavering commitment, each one a testament to the journey ahead.

you bit your lip, feeling a tumultuous blend of gratitude and anxiety. "thanks, matt. for being here." your voice quivered slightly, each word a fragile thread woven with the weight of unspoken emotions and the solace of his presence.

he gave a small nod, his eyes steadfast on the road ahead. "anytime. let's just get you home and we'll figure out the rest later." his voice carried a quiet resolve, a promise that transcended the immediate moment, offering a sanctuary in the midst of uncertainty.

the silence in the car was filled with the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of passing cars. you couldn't help but steal glances at matt, his jaw set in a determined line. despite the chaos of the night, there was an inexplicable sense of comfort in his presence, as if his unwavering resolve was a beacon amidst the storm, grounding you in the midst of your turmoil.

"do you think they'll be really mad?" you asked, shattering the fragile silence that enveloped you both, your voice tinged with a tremor of uncertainty.

matt glanced over, his expression softening. "they might be upset, but they'll understand. you didn't do anything wrong." his voice was a gentle balm, attempting to soothe the storm of doubt brewing within you.

you sighed, leaning back into the seat. "i hope you're right. i just… i don't want them to think i'm irresponsible." your voice was laced with a mix of apprehension and vulnerability, each word a testament to the weight of your concerns.

he chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shook his head with a gentle, almost imperceptible motion. "you're one of the most responsible people i know. they'll see that."

the car turned onto your street, the familiar silhouettes of the houses gradually emerging into view. your heart began to race as your eyes locked onto your house, the porch light casting a warm, reassuring glow. "this is it," you murmured softly.

matt pulled up to the curb, the engine's hum fading into silence as he turned it off. he swiveled in his seat to face you, his eyes brimming with reassurance. "you got this, california. just be honest with them."

you nodded, drawing in a deep, steadying breath. "thanks, matt. for everything."

he smiled warmly, his fingers gently wrapping around yours in a reassuring squeeze. "anytime. now go on, before they start worrying even more."

you stepped out of the car, your legs feeling unsteady as you made your way up the familiar path to your front door. each step seemed to echo the uncertainty within you. pausing at the threshold, you glanced back at matt one last time. he gave you a thumbs up, his smile radiating encouragement.

you opened the door to the house, and your gaze fell upon your dad, seated in the dining room with his head buried in his hands. meanwhile, your mom paced back and forth, her movements restless and filled with worry.

you closed the door behind you, the sound causing both of your parents' gazes to snap up and fixate on you. their expressions twisted from concern to pure, unadulterated anger.

"where the hell have you been?" your mom yelled, her voice trembling with a volatile mix of fury and relief. "we've been worried sick!"

before you could utter a single word, your dad's eyes narrowed, his face a tempest of disapproval. "who's that in the car outside?" he barked, his tone dripping with accusation. "who the hell is that?"

"that's matt," you replied, striving to keep your voice steady despite the relentless pounding of your heart. "he gave me a ride home."

"matt? a cowboy?" your dad's voice dripped with disdain, each word a sharp blade. "what were you thinking, y/n? sneaking out and associating with someone like him?"

"he's not just 'someone like him'," you retorted, your frustration swelling like an unstoppable tide. "he's a good guy. he went out of his way to ensure I got home safely."

"you don't get it, do you?" your mom's voice was cold, her eyes boring into yours. "you're a beverly hills girl. you can't just run around with cowboys and think there won't be consequences."

her voice was like a dagger, each word slicing through the fragile fabric of your defenses. her eyes, unyielding and intense, seemed to strip away any semblance of defiance you might have had.

"i don't care about that!" you yelled, tears of anger and hurt stinging your eyes. "i like him, and he treats me well. why can't you just trust me?" your voice cracked with emotion, each word a desperate plea for understanding. the tears that welled up blurred your vision, hot and relentless, as your heart pounded in your chest. the raw intensity of your feelings seemed to hang in the air, a palpable force demanding to be acknowledged.

his voice boomed through the room, each word a thunderclap of disbelief and fury. his face, flushed with rage, seemed to glow with an intensity that matched the storm brewing in his eyes. "trust you?" he shouted. "you snuck out without telling us, and now you're getting rides from cowboys in the middle of the night. how are we supposed to trust you?" the accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, leaving no room for rebuttal or explanation.

"because i'm not a child anymore!" you screamed back, your voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desperation. "i can make my own decisions," you hurled into the tense silence, your words carrying the weight of years of unspoken frustration. your hands clenched into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms as you fought to steady your breathing, the raw edge of your scream echoing through the room.

"well, you're certainly acting like one," your mom snapped, her words striking like a slap across the face. "this is irresponsible, y/n. you need to start thinking about your actions," she continued, her voice laced with a biting edge, each syllable a reminder of her disappointment. her eyes bore into yours, a storm of frustration and concern swirling within them, making the air between you feel thick and suffocating.

"fine," you said, your voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desperation. "i'm sorry i worried you. but i'm not sorry about matt," you added, each word a delicate balance between apology and resolve, your eyes reflecting a storm of emotions as you struggled to maintain your composure.

your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of unspoken truths and the fierce determination to stand by your choices creating a palpable tension in the room.

your dad's face hardened, his eyes narrowing into slits of disapproval. "you don't understand what you're getting yourself into," he said, his voice cold and distant, like a winter wind that chills to the bone. "this isn't just about you; it's about our family," he continued, each word dripping with a gravity that made the air around you feel heavy and oppressive.

his gaze bore into you, a silent plea wrapped in layers of stern resolve, making it clear that the stakes were higher than you had ever imagined.

you felt a lump forming in your throat, but you swallowed it down with a determined effort. "i understand more than you think," you replied, striving to keep your voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within. "i know you don't approve of him, but i can't change how i feel," you continued, each word a fragile thread woven with conviction and vulnerability, your heart aching with the weight of unspoken truths and the fierce loyalty to your own feelings.

your mom's eyes were filled with unshed tears, glistening like fragile crystals on the brink of shattering. "y/n, we've always tried to guide you the best we could. we just want you to be safe, to make the right choices," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and earnest concern, each word a plea wrapped in the tender weight of parental love and fear.

"maybe your idea of the right choice isn't the same as mine," you said, feeling the sting of your own words reverberate through your chest. "i can't keep living my life by your standards. i need to make my own decisions, even if they hurt," you continued, each syllable laden with the weight of burgeoning independence and the bittersweet taste of defiance.

your dad's expression turned to stone, his features hardening into an impenetrable mask. "go to your room," he commanded, his voice an unwavering decree that left no room for argument. the finality of his words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the chasm that had opened between you, filled with unspoken tensions and the weight of unyielding authority.

you looked at your mom, your eyes silently pleading for some sign of support, but she just looked away, her face etched with a sorrow that seemed to carve deep lines into her features. her gaze remained averted, a poignant testament to the silent struggle within her, torn between her love for you and the weight of familial expectations.

"fine," you muttered, turning towards the stairs. as you ascended each step, the weight of their disappointment settled heavily upon your shoulders, like an invisible burden growing with every movement. reaching your room, you closed the door softly behind you, feeling the walls close in around you, the oppressive silence enveloping you in a cocoon of isolation. the sense of solitude cut deep, but there was no going back now; the path you had chosen was set, and the echoes of your decision reverberated in the stillness.

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