#How to Buy Golf Shoes

[pastryfication]

just saw his new car and this immediately came to me

“you can relax, love.” lando remarks in almost a snigger as he watches you carefully seat yourself in his new car. his new lamborghini, that probably cost more in just wheels than you make in an entire year.

“yeah, i’m totally relaxed.” your hand delicately touch the smooth leather on the seat while you position your legs as carefully as possible. “not intimidated by this at all.”

he laughs at your antics, giving you a quick kiss before moving over to check that your seatbelt is closed completely so he can start the car. it makes an impressive noice as it sparks to life, and you smile at the feeling of the rumbling car beneath you.

“you know i wouldn’t care if you accidentally left a mark on the car, right?” he watches you from the corner of his eye while also keeping focus on the nonexistent traffic. “you don’t have to sit like you’re in a royal chariot.”

“i don’t—“ you’re about to protest, but as you look down, you realise that maybe—and just maybe—you are sitting like you would in cinderella’s magic pumpkin.

a moment of silence passes between you while you make yourself a bit more comfortable on the pristine leather. “i’m sorry.” you instead opt to say.

“why?” he sounds so earnestly confused that you almost want to smile. “baby, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. why are you sorry?” his hand reaches out to grab your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“it’s just . . . i don’t know why, but i feel weird sometimes, living off your money like this. going to exotic places, eating at fancy restaurants, driving cars like this!” you lift your hand to accentuate your point. “it sounds ridiculous but i just . . . i’ve never experienced anything like this. and i don’t want you to wake up one day and realise how how unfit i am for this lifestyle.”

lando frowns deeply at your admission. “you don’t live off my money. i like bringing you places and spending money on things we can enjoy together.” his hand on your thigh gives another loving pat before he moves to find your hand, intertwining his large fingers with yours. “experiencing all this would be no fun without anyone to share it with.”

you want to argue, but he cuts you off. “no buts. i won’t accept it.” he lifts your conjoined hands to his mouth to give them a gentle kiss before a smirk takes over his face. “now will you please make my car seem used.”

you laugh at him, but he gives you a serious look that doesn’t go away til you pop off your shoes and situate yourself just as you like in the passenger seat. when he’s satisfied, he reaches out for the console in between you and presses a few buttons.

“now, please chose some music. i got an aux system installed just for you.”

you want to turn over and reprimand him, but the cute look on his face makes your heart melt in a weird puddle, and instead, you just smile as you connect your phone.

he’s absolutely crazy. buying lamborghinis, winning formula 1 races, playing an incessant amount of golf and making you fall completely in love with him.

[munsster]

Hiiiiiiii loved your Eddie munson x wealthy!reader fix, I was wondering if you could do a billy Hargrove one? Thank you bby💗

billy with a wealthy s/o

A/N: its 100% giving reluctant allies to lovers gif cred: @selinasdalton

Warnings: partying, drinking/smoking, insults (mostly playful), pet names (sweetheart), implied sex

the FIRST thing i thought of was reader rolling with the popular crowd

ie harrington, tommy, carol etc

and seeing billy for the first time at a party

honestly, he probably offers you a drink or better yet a smoke

and you’re disgusted (horny)

and he thinks he’s totally gonna score (you accepted his drink offer)

neither of you really remember how or when it started

you can never agree on an anniversary date

but you both know he fell first

mainly because he was absolutely floored by just how many insults you had ready in your back pocket

“the ball goes in the basket, airhead” “you look like rob lowe if he was a woman and a munch” “my dog could sink more free throws than you and he’s 20 years old”

honestly, he was a little flattered by your creativity

which is why he knew he had to get in your pants somehow

and the first time you invited him over to your house, you wouldn’t hear the end of it

“hey, richie rich, where’s your robot maid?”

“oh, it’s her day off”

“…”

“i’m kidding,” you tease, “she’s not a robot”

he does not know how to handle the amount of shit you spoil him with

“billy… i really like your necklace”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“i can buy you a new—”

“i dont need a new one, sweetheart”

and you don’t know how to handle the fact that he doesn’t want to be spoiled

but you eventually figure out how to be sneaky with it

making him lunches (con caviar), ‘accidentally’ misplacing his shoes so you have to buy him new ones, taking him to fancy barbershops and paying half the cost so it still seems like he’s paying the full price

some may say it’s manipulative. you say it’s loving.

and the first time he buys you a meaningful, mildly expensive gift, you tear up a little bit

you bringing him to the golf course and finding out 1) he’s really good at golf and 2) he is excellent cougar bait

not that you want the over 60’s hitting on your man, but it’s very sweet when they send him drinks and call him a handsome young man

you definitely encourage him to play into it with some “how are you young ladies this evening?” and “don’t you have to be 21 to sit at the bar?” action

he has his fun with it, but he really only does it ‘cause it makes you smile

would never BEG for anything…. but he DOES get really sad when you don’t bring him to the mall to watch you try on shoes or sweaters or whatever.

yeah, if there’s something he’d beg for, it’s that

he lives for the moment you walk out of the dressing room, do a twirl, and ask (like clockwork) “do you like it?”

his answer is always yes, but you claim to know the differences in his tone that indicate what he actually likes

sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll let him sit inside the dressing room. watching you change. watching you change.

he is the reason you’re both banned from sears at starcourt

the first really expensive watch you gift him is INSANE

it has like four dials and you said something about alligator leather and 18 carat gold

he can’t decide between wearing it on special occasions to preserve its value or never taking it off because he loves you

when you do stay at his house, usually no ones home

but you have met max

and she likes to stay away from you

but you took her to get a new skateboard and you think that might’ve helped her warm up to you

just a smidge

now she lets you gossip about stupid boys and watch shitty action movies with her

she even promised she would go as croft’s robin for halloween if you swore you’d go as wilson’s batman

that was an interesting halloween for billy

your mansion house has this shiny ass gramophone in one of the downstairs offices

and you told billy that the last thing that had played on it was a glenn miller ‘best of’ album

and that was just not good enough for billy

so one night, he brought over his twisted sister vinyl and convinced you to dance with him while what you don’t know blasted through the brassy pavillon

he also may or may not have convinced you to make out with him while the rest of the record played

even though you drive a brand new, cherry red benz (convertible, he might add), you still love it when he drives the two of you in his camaro

but you also let him drive your car whenever he wants. and he wants to most of the time.

in fact, he’s pretty sure he drives your car more than you do

he also loves to let you dress him up

and do his hair (please practice that cute hairstyle you saw on him. he’ll think about your hands in his hair for hours on end)

even if youre just going on a chill diner date, you still drag him into your (now shared) walk-in closet and pick out these satin shirts and pressed slacks and the shiniest shoes he’s ever seen

but of course, most of your dates are lavish and breathtakingly creative, anyway, so he’s already dressed accordingly

his new catch phrase is something along the lines of “what happened to eating somewhere normal. like pizza hut”

sometimes, his only requirement is “as long as there’s no chandelier”

you flatter him so often, he gets grumpy on days you forget to call him handsome (or pretty boy, which has really grown on him)

typically, he wouldnt go for all the fuss and feathers, but he likes to see you happy.

and boy, does prettying him up make you happy

seriously, you get the wildest look on your face. it’s fulfilling enough that billy feels safe to say he’s content being your ken doll forever

if you’d let him

masterlist

[rafesgoldrings]

Oh girl my request rn is more poly rafe kelce and topper! Whether it be fluff or some spicy spicy smut. Like their day to day life or how they take turns taking her out on dates and then all come back and treat her good 🥵

They’re backkkk🤭 I honestly missed them sm and had so much fun writing for them. I hope you guys enjoy it🫶🏻

Warnings: not proof read, light degradation, Rafe calls reader a pretty bitch one time, reader is called a slut like twice

So your day to day life is actually fairly normal, there’s still lots of flirting and subtle touches but for the most part you guys just hang out. You’ll go shopping or go with them to the gym, go out on the boat before grabbing dinner, hang out and watch a movie or attempt to play video games with them (which always ends in a (“Oh my god Y/N just put the controller down and come sit”), nothing too crazy. But the dates? The dates are a complete different story.

They have a schedule, it was the only way to ensure that each of them were getting equal alone time with you to avoid jealousy and fights. It usually stayed pretty consistent but did change occasionally if one of your boys has a special request or something happened. Monday is Toppers day, Wednesday is Kelces, and Friday is Rafes, the ones between that were ones for you to have the day to yourself or for you all to hang out as a group.

Topper usually kept it pretty casual, sweet, but casual with something like a picnic or lunch at the country club. Beach dates were your favorite, just enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore while you rested in the others arms, the soft breeze caressing your skin. He also liked to go shopping for things, clothes, jewelry, books, art supplies, whatever you had an interest in that day, he obviously would pay for it all. Even telling you not to bring any money because ‘pretty girls don’t pay for themselves’. Boat dates are another common thing for the two of you, he’d bring your favorite blanket and sweater of his with him for when you inevitably got cold once the sun started to set. He’d of course go somewhere secluded so he could pull your bikini off and fuck you while the sun hit you, the possibility of getting caught make it so much hotter than normal.

Kelce was more of the sporty/stay in date type. He loved to take you golfing, even if all you did was look pretty and tease him by bending over in the short little skirt he bought you, and then treat you to a nice candlelit dinner. Almost always preferred it near the water too, said it was more romantic when your skin was illuminated by the soft flame and it was just the two of you and the soft waves. But on days he didn’t feel like going out, he’d set up a blanket fort in the living room stocked with ALL of your favorite snacks and drinks. He’d put the little fairy lights inside of it like the one he remembered you showing him a while ago, put an air mattress inside with tons of pillows and soft blankets, light up your favorite scented candle, make sure it was as romantic and cozy as possible. He’d put on some of your favorite movies or attempt to teach you to play the games he liked, but it almost always ended with your clothes scattered on the floor. Waking up the next morning with your limbs intertwined and bare skin sticking to each other from the small layer of sweat that formed.

Rafe, as we all expected, is the fancy one. He’s buying you dresses to match his suit, diamond earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, shoes, just making sure you’re taken care of before the date even happens. He’d take you to the nicest restaurants, go on shopping sprees where you picked out whatever you wanted (yes that includes any lingerie shops you stumble across), go out on the yacht and stop at the local yacht club for dinner, even fly you out in the private jet somewhere for the day. He had the money and he would happily spend it all on you if it made you happy. He rarely ever stayed in on his nights unless you asked, if he did there wasn’t much going on other than him making it his goal to fuck you on every surface in the house. He was always horny around you, you were just so pretty and got his cock hard immediately. Half the time he couldn’t even wait until you were home before he was pulling his range rover to he side of the road and fucking you in the backseat, or over the hood of it, or making you ride him in the drivers sit so your tits were bouncing in his face.

They all took care of you in their own way, sexually and non sexually, but together? Together the pleasure tripled, every inch of your skin being touched, your brain completely shut off from their hands on you and their cocks burying themselves in your pretty holes. Rafe usually teasing you for it with a little degrading comment like ‘pretty bitch can’t even concentrate on anything but being a slut’. Top usually went for a mix of the two, he was usually the one teasing you while also encouraging you to keep going ‘Such a desperate slut for us huh baby? But you’re doing so good, so pretty too, just a little more pretty girl’. Kelce was almost always the one giving you praise unless he was pissed or felt like he had something to prove, ‘God princess, so pretty. This pussy is so pretty too, doing so so good. I know it hurts but you can do it, you’re made for us so I know you can baby. That’s it, good girl baby’.

The mix of praise and degradation from each one making your head spin and bringing you closer to your orgasm until you snapped, making a giant mess all over whoever was inside you at the time. Nipples being pulled and pinched and sucked, clit being spit on and rubbed until you were crying out that it was too much, each one taking a turn tasting you and trying to push their cum inside you deeper than the last. It was like their version of a group date, who could make you feel the best, who could cum the most, who made you cum the most. It was your thing and none of you would change that, you were theirs and they were yours.

Either way, you’d never go a day without being taken care of and spoiled. Even without the physical contact your phone would be blowing up with texts from each of them. Complements, pet names, voice messages, pictures, anything you could think of they were doing to ensure you were thinking about them always and knew they were thinking about you. Honestly convinced they have a separate group chat just to gush about you outside of the normal one where they try to one up each other

[fuck-customers]

This was a couple of decades ago when I worked in sales, let’s say for an electronics company or appliance company or something similar to that. We had an older gentleman come in and he wanted to buy some high end stuff and quite a bit of it, so we were more than willing to help him out. Things started getting out of hand with him pretty quickly though. He was starting to demand that during the delivery and installation we would do stuff above and beyond what we could do because what he was asking for was against corporate policy. When we started to explain some of this to him he was all “You don’t know who I am, do you?” and he started to tell us that he used to be the ceo of a global company that I’ll leave unnamed. Think something big like energy, tech, or media. A company that has products in almost every household. He was telling us how corporate policies are all about lawyers and accountants and he doesn’t give a damn about that kind of stuff. If anything went wrong he wouldn’t hold anyone accountable and we could take him for his word. He said he used to make multimillion dollar deals on the golf course or over dinner with nothing more than handshakes and promises of phone calls over the next week to further hash things out.

We all thought this man was full of shit but he was willing to spend a lot of money, so we just let him keep on talking while we figured out ways to talk him down from his unrealistic expectations. It felt like a hostage negotiation. From time to time he would go on tangents and give us his “insider knowledge” about this company or that. It was all far from insider knowledge. It was everyday stuff that could easily be learned by reading Forbes or The Wall Street Journal.

I was the main salesperson and his first point of contact so I talked to him the most. He talked foul and looked completely disheveled. Everything about him and the whole interaction was the exact opposite of the types of corporate businessmen I was used to dealing with. I was starting to think we were getting conned. After about two long and painful hours the sale was completed and payments went through, much to my surprise. While a lot of equipment needed to be delivered, I volunteered to load the stuff we had on hand into his car. When we got out to the parking lot I saw that his car was a busted up and rusted out relic from the mid ‘80s. I thought that there was no way an ex-ceo of a global company would be driving something so crappy. I was convinced that he was just taking us for a ride for God know’s what reason.

When I got home from work that night I googled his name. Lo and behold there he was with photographs and articles. Tons of them. Not only was he who he said he was, he actually downplayed his career. I printed out some of the articles to take into work the next day. My boss, my coworkers, and I went over them, just dumb struck. We just couldn’t believe it. This complete asshole was exactly who he said he was. We ended up calling the installers to give them a heads up and warn them that they were probably be going to deal with one of the most difficult customers they’d see that year.

We never saw him again. On the one hand we were happy because none of us wanted to deal with him again. On the other hand we were kind of disappointed. He spent money without even trying.

I believed he was who he said he was before you said you looked him up.

The really rich people (worth billions) will drive a thirty year old car, wear clothes decades out of date, and expect a lot of things "extra" on everything they do buy. That's how they stay rich. The CEO of our company is still using a flip phone and came to our meeting (when I was still in corporate) in jeans and a t-shirt. And that dude is worth billions.

The showoff's (flashy car, new phone/bag/shoes) either are millionaires that will not be rich their whole life. Or celebrities/influencer's that need to have that image of wealth.

At least that's my experience in retail corporate and working security for the mouse.

-Rodney

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

Will you do more slasher yandere? I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!! I wanna see us graduated with a house, wedding, and 7 kids. I wanna be his lil stepford wifey!!!!!!!!!! 🙈🤰👩‍🍼👶😭

🤰-anon i was so confused for a second before i reread the fic. i was staring at my screen for a solid second questioning my life. i was like, “7 kids… tf?”

[part.1]

yan!slasher who makes feels so young around you. he can still remember your wedding just a few years ago.

yan!slasher who will always love your oldest the most, having luckily caused the shotgun wedding. oh, he'll never forget that fear in your eyes, tears threatening to spill, proclaiming you were still a virgin. it was honestly because your period was late, and it was a joke to check.

yan!slasher who felt some remorse. he promised to wait until you were married, and he thought he had the patience- just when you look like that, was it honestly his fault? he's been waiting since high school just for this very moment. you can't exactly blame him when those hormones he's been trying to keep down just come to bite him later on.

yan!slasher who decides you both and your 7 little dwarfs should move to a gated community in the midwest, each house bearing shutters on windows and white picket fences. grass that could rival the country club a few blocks away, and those beautiful flowers you loved so much so he loved them so much.

yan!slasher who was honestly being generous. i mean, the perfect town and house for the perfect nuclear family, who wouldn't want that? sure a woman like you should never be confined to a kitchen, for crying out loud you have a degree, but think about your 7 children. they needed a mother in their life. their father is a hard worker after all he can pay the bills so the children can have a mother.

yan!slasher who worried about your loneliness. you did need some friends from moving into such a beautiful community. why not invite some women over? he made sure to buy only the best house available just for your family to be the envy of the town. the wives immediately wanting to have tea once your husband and perfect children were gone.

yan!slasher who, of course, caught wind of mrs. rothschild. how could she say such horrible things? ‘her lawn needed some mowing, and did you see her shoes? ugh, I saw that wear and tear from a mile away. she’s such a- excuse my language, whore. she just married him for his money.’ who did she think she was? she was just an unfertilized old hag wishing to relive her youth! she was jealous of you and your perfect family!

yan!slasher who almost jumps on her the moment those words spill from her sagging red-painted lips. he continued driving the golf cart on the green, trying to contain himself, the past he desperately was trying not to relapse into. but at the same time, did her family even need her? he’s heard the rumors from the drunk colleagues after work in the bar, how she practically was pouncing on her children when they came home with an a- or anything below. the complete opposite of what a woman should be! she’s the complete opposite of you!

yan!slasher who came to the conclusion mrs. rothschild's family could live without her. a pathetic old woman desperately trying to relive her youth by hating on those with lives oh so much better than hers. yes, she could die; it would be for the greater good. but at the same time, he couldn't fall into his old ways. his family needed him- you needed him. he was the sole provider for your little children, and to think like tha- ‘to think that man even has a wife like her. such a pathetic man.’

yan!slasher who is grateful he kept up with working out. beneath that knitted sweater, white button-down, and expensive pants, it was plainly obvious. of course, he made sure you would remember that whenever all the kids were asleep. you did say you wanted to try for another after all.

yan!slasher who decided that the only way to get rid of mrs. rothschild was to tell you to invite her for tea one-on-one. poisoning that vegan tea she liked oh so much and some sleeping drugs in yours. you and the children wouldn't need to know this side of him, grabbing her hair through that kentucky derby hat, ripping the expensive fabric, and gripping to her hair with his strong fingers, still rough and padded from his days in high school up until now, switching to golfing with his work buddies.

yan!slasher who left a note telling you he was going to work early from some colleagues slacking off, and mrs. rothschild left when you fell asleep. that was all a cover-up for him to leave town for a day or two. he just needed to find that deserted fishing lake his college told him about. that sewage spilling would cover up her pathetic, rotting body in no time. now you could live your happy little stepford wife life with no trouble!

yan!slasher who started slipping up more and more. sure, he wouldn't have wanted this at the beginning. this was a new place, a new year. but it was all for you! why shouldn’t he protect his wife and children? he’s already the sole provider, after all.

yan!slasher who makes sure to dispose of tell the housing committee that anyone who even looked at you the wrong way mailbox was approximately two inches farther than the housing code in section 2-a of the appropriate home guide they would give you on the first day of moving in.

yan!slasher who makes sure you don't know what happened to that woman who said such horrible atrocities about you. some such as your couch wasn’t complimenting the cheese platter you had served last week! so horrible and rude of her! how low do these people get? now, do you know her truly body and soul like him? well, no- you didn't. why should you stay up to date or even notice those beneath you and your wonderful perfect magazine family?

yan!slasher who was surprised when you did ask if she was alright but made sure you don't worry your little head off, darling wife. she was cheating on her husband with the couples' therapist anyway.

yan!slasher who noticed that man who looked at your photo in his wallet a split second longer than he should. he was slacking off at his job! fine reasons for someone to be fired as soon as snatches that position he’s been working oh so hard for! aren't you just so happy for him? don't think you should reward him? have the kids go to their friends' house for a night and let him finally spend some alone time with you, the creaking of the bed frame hitting the wall the whole night, heartbeats intertwining into one?

yan!slasher who was grateful he had chosen such a safe town to live. a gated community was supposed to protect the outside not the inside after all. no one would suspect the nice and peaceful town would be harboring a murderer.

yan!slasher who wondered what the townspeople were thinking. he almost felt giddy at it. but he can't be distracted when his main priority is and always be you.

yan!slasher who is overjoyed when the town decides to host a party to try and brighten everyone's mood. this would be another perfect opportunity to show the community how perfect his pretty little wife is! yes, he wanted to look good, only for you. you were the only one he saw, why should he care about the others? you were the main attraction. he would make sure people would know that.

yan!slasher who let you put some makeup onto him to try and spruce him up a bit. who cares if it wasn’t masculine? he would be hotter than any other man there anyway. besides, he was the only one that had a wife that loved him! how pathetic was it to hate those who have more than you?

yan!slasher who ignores the looks women give him. envy. yearning. desire. if one woman even touched him or, god forbid, a man talk to you, he would just have to rip that cute little esophagus right out of their throat in front of everyone!

yan!slasher who, of course, doesn't. why would he ever subject your eyes to even the thought of blood? but he does cling to you the whole night. you want to talk to some of the wives? oh, no, i don’t think that would be for the best. after all, your husband is right here. he’s been so busy with work, why would you ever want to leave your devoured spouse to spend time with friends?

yan!slasher who, once he hears the rumors going around that he, him, your wonderful loving husband was the one killing people, was over this little town.

yan!slasher who makes sure you didn't try any of the punch or alcohol they were serving. 

yan!slasher who makes sure that you both leave early.

yan!slasher who makes sure to tell the kids to pack up.

yan!slasher who makes sure that he already had everything you needed to leave.

yan!slasher who makes sure to grab a photobook of your family and get everyone in the car. 

yan!slasher who makes sure you don’t check the news on that small town you lived in.

“leaving? no, baby. just take a nap and when you wake up you’ll have a whole new life. i’ll protect you.”

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

Attack on Titan characters and where they would take you on a first date

MDNI 18+ not explicit but sexual encounters implied

Featuring Armin, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Eren, Levi, Erwin, Hange, and Mikasa

Armin:

Bowling! I feel like he cute and awkward and it would just be the two of you but little do you know a few lanes over are all his friends spying because he was sooo excited about getting to know you. He had an extra pair of socks in his car? in case you didn’t wear any so your pretty feet didn’t have to touch the gross shoes! Made out in his car when he dropped you off at your house then walked you to your front door blushing.

Jean:

Taking you to the movies! Total sucker for the yawn & put his arm around your shoulder move. He’s get you whatever popcorn/drink/candy whatever you want. Depending on the movie, if you got sleepy or scared and laid your head on his shoulder and he’d kinda smirk to himself and he thinks he’s got it in the bag. Would try to make out with you in the theater if nobody was there like total teenagers. If reader was willing, definitely would go home with you but would be very respectful to let you know he wants you but doesn’t want to fuck on the first date

Eren

I think maybe a nice walk in a park. On a cold morning and you both bring your dogs after you get coffee at a little cafe his girl friend recommended. He’d give you his scarf if you were cold and I feel like he’d give you the cutest forehead kiss before the most intimate sparks flying kiss on the lips that you forgot it was winter. He wouldn’t end the date until you guys decided when your next date or time he’d see you would be. Second date is dinner at his apartment :)

Levi

I think he’d take you to like top golf or some type of sporting outdoorsy thing? If not top golf maybe a soccer or baseball game? He would help you if you’ve never golfed and like line himself up behind you to show you. He’d “accidentally” brush his lips against your ear/neck to see how you react. Would ask you to grab a drink or something after and would say suggestive things the whole time to watch you blush and squeeze your thighs together! After a few drinks you go back to his nice ass apartment and fuck for hours. You’re attached at the hip after that day and there isn’t even a question about a second date.

Connie

I feel like he’d take you to a basketball game and he’d prepare and buy you a tshirt or jersey ahead of time to change into and then he’d keep telling you how good you look in it <3 he’d ask you if you want to hold his hand & he’d buy you an expensive sports arena drink. You guys end up on the kiss cam and Connie blushes so motherfucking hard you can’t help but giggle. He tells you after that he’s sorry your first kiss was in front of all these people. You have such a good time and neither of you want the date to end so you end up walking around after and back at your place you stay up late all night talking! You make out in between deep conversations and you make popcorn and watch movies. He ends up falling asleep on your couch even though you told him he could sleep in your bed. Sexy ass morning sex and takes you out to breakfast.

Reiner

Study date! Your first date is a little “lame” as other people would put it but you meet him in one of your college courses and he asked you to study biology with him at the library. Asks you for your coffee order ahead of time and brings it to you!! You flirt and giggle a lot while you go over course materials and he walks you back to your apartment after. You tell him you’re ordering takeout for dinner and asks if he wants to join and he does, super lowkey and doesn’t even kiss you. But he does ask for your second date to not be school related

Erwin

Museum or book shop date, something educational! It’s such a cozy vibe and he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear while you’re reading. He asks if you want to meet up with his friends for a happy hour afterwards and thinks it’s funny how polite you are to Hange and Levi. On the walk back to the car he notices you’re chilly and gives you his coat. You end up talking about some book you have and invite him into your apartment to find it. You end up on his lap in a steamy couch make out session but he doesn’t let it escalate even though you want it so bad. He stares so intensely in your eyes and tells you he’s borrowing the book and you will have to see him again to get it back <3

Hange

They ask you to go to a candle making class or some type of crafty workshop. They’re so silly and messy and you both can’t stop laughing. Your pottery/candle/painting whatever you made turns out pretty messed up but you both had fun. They hold your hand as you walk to grab some lunch afterwards. After lunch you go your separate ways and you get a text as soon as you got home saying “can I please see you again?” Hange wouldnt do anything on your first date I feel like but the second date they’re going to kiss you as soon as they knock on your door for the second date.

Mikasa

Asks you to a concert! Some indie artsy person you haven’t heard of at a small venue. She will stand behind you and wrap her arms around your shoulders as you guys sway to the music and she kisses you at the slow songgg. Car sex on the way home. She makes sure like 10 times that you’re okay with it though. She plays with your hair after.

A/N my app is being so stupid so I gave up trying to edit this I’m sorry if there is typos lmaoo

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Mr.NotSoRighteous (M)

★  PAIRING: BadBoy!S.coups x RichQueenka! reader, Princess Complex!reader featuring:Joshua

☆ WORD COUNT: 18k

★ GENRE(S): smut, fake dating, Hate to love, slow burn

☆ SUMMARY: When your boyfriend Joshua breaks up with you and gets with your sworn rival, you are determined to get him back. You seek help from the known bad boy on campus who's not too fond of you. Can the campus outcast help you win your Mr.Right back?

★ ☆ WARNINGS: panic attack mention,smut/unprotected sex, y/n is a bitch, swearing, sexual acts, super brief mentions of drugs, poor description of a game of golf. 

☆★ NOTES: DONT LIKE DONT READ. wrap it before you tap it. Leave nice comments please or else <3 

Spending a Saturday night waiting for a text from a man was not one of your top priorities. It was a Saturday evening, and instead of being out with your girls, you're lazing around your dorm, waiting for a text from Joshua. This was your fifth fight all week, and all of this arguing was definitely not good for your pores. You were laying in bed, fluffy designer slippers kicking in the air. You scrolled aimlessly on Instagram, liking and comment on a few posts.

Normally Joshua would have taken you out over the weekend, but now that your schedule was clear, you figured you might as well take this to try and do some networking. Your father would always scold your social skills in formal settings; he said you were too “wild” and needed to “tone down the partying for the sake of the business's image.” Your figured you might as well take the opportunity to prove him wrong.

As the daughter of Carat Co., a diamond manufacturing company, it was in your best interest to keep a pristine image. The media was always attacking your family. Bringing a good image to your father’s company would benefit everyone. 

Normally you and Joshua would go to the mall over the weekend, and he would let you max out his cards by buying designer bags and shoes. Instead of him spoiling you rotten, you are back to ignoring each other again after another petty argument. 

You couldn't really blame him; you knew you could be a handful, and with his father giving him more control over the company, Joshua was more sensitive to your attitude. Joshua was the grandson of a CEO and his grandfather was hellbent on him undoubtedly inheriting the company. You tried hard, you swore you did, to be on your best behavior. You knew how stressed he was and your princess complex wasn't making it any better.

Normally your little quips didn't bother him; he was used to your bossy behavior, but earlier that week he had enough. He was late to pick you up from brunch with your mother, and when you called him a lousy driver, he blew up on you. Unbeknownst to you, he had just come from a failed business proposal. His grandfather was extra hard on him so he was already feeling down. In the moment, you did feel a sliver of guilt for not noticing his sour mood. You were so used to the ups and downs in your relationship with Joshua you expected him to call or text you back by now with an apology. 

He was usually the one to apologize first, even if you were in the wrong. (Which was never.) In your eyes you were perfect and when he didn't come crawling back to you, that knocked you off your high horse. For as long as you could remember, you had always gotten what you wanted. Joshua was one of those things. He was your white knight, and you were not done playing princess. 

As you're scrolling, you pass a post by Seo-Jun, the daughter of one of your father’s business rivals. Seo-jun has been your rival since grade school. She joined all the same teams you were in during middle school, participated in all the same extracurricular classes you took in high school, and applied to the same university as you. Seo-jun was like a bad cold you just couldn't get rid of. 

 Seo-jun was obsessed with proving she was better than you. Your father had outperformed hers in terms of annual business revenue once; apparently, that's all she needed to make it her goal to take everything away from you. If there was anyone more entitled than you, it was her. She wanted everything you had and made sure to get it—everything except for Joshua. 

You both had a crush on him in high school; granted, Seo-jun had a crush on him first. You really only started liking him to piss her off. You both fought to get his attention, but somehow he ultimately chose you.

In the present, you can't help but quirk a brow at your screen and let out an incredulous laugh. You almost scroll past it, but when you zoom in, you're certain. It's a post of Seo-jun and Joshua in a golf cart parked in the lush grass of your favorite country club. The caption was full of heart emojis. 

Was this bitch soft-launching your boyfriend?

That asshole knows how much you hate her! He was definitely doing this to get a rise out of you. You scoff and angrily type out a comment under the post. You hesitate, but ultimately erase it. You throw your phone in frustration. There was no way you were letting them know they got under your skin. You stare at your ceiling, deep in thought.

 You had to think of a way to get back at him! Screw that; you needed to find a way to get back with him. Not only would it piss off Seo-jun, but being with Joshua was just too beneficial. He was basically your little lapdog. If you told him to jump, he would ask how high. Too bad he grew a backbone; you roll your eyes. And Seo-jun! She's probably over the moon. Joshua was the last thing she could take from you, and she finally got it. You would die before you let her win.

If he wanted to play that game, you would just plug in a controller. You knew you had to make him jealous, but you honestly didn't know who you could use for the task. You didn't have many close guy friends; men gave you a headache. The few you did have were also close with Joshua and definitely wouldn't be up for the challenge. The other option was choosing a guy your father had been trying to set you up with for ages. He said it would be good publicity, but you knew getting mixed up with someone like that was trouble. It was too risky and could damage your father's business relations, so that was out of the question.

Maybe you could just pay one of the less fortunate students on campus to play your new boyfriend. You chuckle at the thought. Yea right, you were desperate, but not THAT desperate. You don't think any of them would even be up to the task, given that whenever you saw the scholarship kids walking the hallways on campus, you made a point to stare in disgust. 

You went to a prestigious university that normally only the wealthiest families could afford, but a few years ago, they started a scholarship fund to let in underprivileged  students. You figure they should be lucky to even breathe in the same air that you bless when you spray your high-end perfume.

 There was only one out of the unlucky bunch of outcasts that you had ever even held a conversation with, if you can even call it that. 

Choi Seungcheol was a mystery to some but a nuisance to you. He was never in class, caused trouble everywhere he went, and always started arguments with the snobby, well-off students. Well, maybe they picked on him first, but regardless, he should know his place. There was even a rumor that he sold drugs behind one of the old lecture buildings. Even with all the rumors surrounding him,. He was still able to maintain his scholarship. You deduced he must either have a brain in there somewhere or is bullying some poor kid into finishing his class work. 

You tried to steer clear of him, but somehow you ended up being one of his targets. You were one of the wealthy students he would throw jabs at, resulting in many arguments. He was the most insufferable man you had ever met. One afternoon, as you were walking to class, you saw him coming your way. You would have gladly taken a detour, but if you were late to class, your father would kill you. Time is money. You roll your eyes as you pass him, and he scoffs in return.

 “You can roll your pretty eyes as much as you want sweetheart; you’ll never find a brain up there,” he chides, making you stop in your tracks and turn to face him. The audacity of this man! 

“Animals speak? Science sure has come far.” You bite back. 

“Yeah, real mature,” he said, clicking his tongue.

“You started it, you mutt.” You continue walking, throwing the insult over your shoulder. You were so over this exchange, 

“Takes a bitch to know a dog, huh?” He spits at your retreating back.  You whip back around at the insult. You stumble over your words in shock. No one would get away with talking to you like that.

 “I knew you were trouble the moment I saw you! You're no good, and when I tell my father about this, you’ll be sorry!” 

“Oh? Big girl can't handle her own problems. Gotta have Daddy take care of them for you?” he smirks. You were beyond flustered as you stormed off. That's how a lot of your encounters would go, with him somehow leaving you at a loss for words. 

You curse yourself; there was no way in hell he would accept your offer, and even if he miraculously did, he was definitely going to make your life a living hell. You weren't even sure where to find him, and there was no way you were going to go around campus asking for him. 

In the present, you sigh. It is going to be hard to track him down now that you are willingly looking for him. You were just about to give up on the whole revenge plan once you realized how much work it would be, but then a ding from your phone caught your attention. You look at your screen, and it shows one new message from your friend Lia. She sent you a new post from Joshua's page.

 "Girl, you gotta see this,” her text reads. In the picture, Seo-jun was now sitting in Joshua's lap as they locked lips.  

WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND HARD-LAUNCHING THIS BITCH?

You audibly gasp. And here you were about to be the bigger person. If they go low, you go to hell, and who other than Satan himself to help you with your scheme? Somehow, he always seems to appear when you least expect him. Who knew the day would come when you were hoping to hear his crude remarks? If you had to turn the campus upside down looking for Seungcheol, you would. If you had to get on your knees and beg for his forgiveness, you would probably bend your knees a little bit, clasp your hands together, and say please, maybe once? That was all he would get out of you,  but you had high hopes that he would play along. You knew he would love to have some type of power over you; knowing your fate was in his hands was enough to please him.

“I'll see you on Monday,” you plot.

It's Monday morning, and you're already off to a terrible start. You have scoured high and low looking for Seungcheol in between your classes, but he was nowhere to be seen. You hoped he didn't skip class and stay home. You're almost tempted to ask around, but decide against it. Asking questions would raise too many red flags, and Seungcheol was not well-liked on campus; you doubted anyone knew where he was.

You trudge into your biochemistry class dejected, so tired that you collapse onto your seat. You lay your head down on your desk and close your eyes to rest. After a few moments, your professor finally shows up. You should probably pay attention as he explains today's lab, but you're still too tired to even bother. Luckily for you, you sat at the back of the class. 

You don't think he would notice if you took a quick nap and got comfortable. You are almost completely under when you hear the professor scoff. You think he's about to reprimand you, but what he says instead has you sitting up straight just the same.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Choi; I thought I'd only have the joy of seeing you during testing.” 

"Sorry sir, I was feeling a little under the weather,” he yawns unabashedly, like he just woke up from the best nap of his life. 

"Well, it's nice to have you sitting in on a lab for once; these are also a huge percentage of your grade.” Your teacher nags.

You almost don't believe it—that bastard was in your biochemistry class the whole time? Your professor, who doesn't look impressed at all by Seungcheol’s story, tells him to quickly find a seat. Seungcheol begins to walk towards the back of the room. He locks eyes with you as he approaches the empty desk next to you; at least that's where you thought he was going.

“Get up; this is where I always sit.” He instructs 

You blink twice at his impudence. You have sat here every day…all year. You have to bite your tongue; if you want his help, you have to be nice. You fight the scowl from your face.

 “Of course.” You get up reluctantly and move one desk over. 

He gives you a weird look. The you that he knew would have put up more of a fight and called him out on his bluff. He's convinced you've been a victim of body snatching, and the person in front of him was an imposter. He sits cautiously, eyeing you up and down.

You expect him to at least take notes given the fact that he's missed months worth of class, but you should have known better. Instead, he just sits there, lying back in his seat, arms crossed over his broad chest, as he inspects you. He partially sat here to rile you up. He wasn't interested in what your professor had to say; he would do the lab after hours. As much as the professor nags at him, he will allow the makeup. Seungcheol just liked the eerie quiet of an empty building; he worked better. It was seldom that he came to class; he did his own independent studies and just showed up on exam days to ace them and keep his grade afloat.

The desks were closely packed together,which is another reason why you sat in the back away from others. You liked your space. Seungcheol, who was manspreading so much that his knee was against yours, seemed to enjoy your space as well.

You're tempted to knock his knee away in disgust, but you remember again that you actually need him, so you keep yourself in check. You don't realize your glaring eyes have started to wander from his invading knee to his face. You rake his body over and can't help but stop at his thighs. They were so thick, you wondered if he had to jump to put jeans on. Your eyes continue up until they reach his smug face. He waits for you to blow up at him, but you just blankly study his features; you never noticed how handsome he was. His obnoxious comments were really taking away from the view; he should learn to talk less and smile more.

He's more than a little disappointed that you didn't respond to his knee nudging yours; you were no fun.

“What's wrong? Why is Miss Princess being so quiet today? I didn't know you could be so docile.” He jokes, and he wonders what's gotten into you.

“Wait for me after class. We need to talk.” You demand. 

“That's not how you ask for favors, pretty girl.” He shakes his head. “You were being so good to me earlier; what happened?”

You sigh as you think to yourself. You hadn’t even gotten yourself involved with this man yet, and he's already working your patience. He's already making you regret this. You pinch yourself and breathe in deeply. You can tell Seungcheol enjoys watching your internal struggle. It's not like it's the first time you’ve ever had to be polite; you could do this! The only thing that could account for your peculiar behavior today was whatever you needed from him, so he is figured it must be pretty important.

“Puh-” You stutter

“almost there, you got it!” Seungcheol says

“Puhleeee” You stammer again. This time, he says nothing as he waits patiently, gesturing for you to continue.

“puh-lease,” you let out a staccato beat, finding it easier to say if you split up the syllables. 

You pat yourself on the back. That was enough strenuous activity for today. You look up at Seungcheol, meeting his gaze. He looks satisfied enough but you're unable to tell if your hard work has paid off.

“Ok, let's talk after class,” He says nonchalantly as he turns back to face the professor. He's given up on bugging you, so he pretends to at least pay attention during the lecture.

Class is over, and you pack your things slowly, waiting for everyone to clear out. You can't risk anyone overhearing you, or else it would be over before it even started. Once the classroom is empty and you're sure you're alone with Seungcheol, you look over to see him looking bored, pushing his pencil back and forward on his desk as he waits for you to speak.

“We need to go somewhere more private.” You say.

Seungcheol rolls his eyes at that. “You're losing me love; I don't have all day. No one’s even here.” He gestures to the empty room

“Then give me your number,” you continue. “If you're busy now, just text me when you're free! I promise it won't be a waste of time.” You don't want to go into too much detail; you're too paranoid that someone was curious to see why you were hanging back after class with a scholarship kid. Maybe someone was listening outside; you don't know, but you refuse to take a chance. You reach out your hand, gesturing for him to hand over his phone.

He unlocks it, handing it back to you, and you quickly send yourself a message. Satisfied with your handiwork, you grab your things, wave goodbye, and leave. Watching your retreating back as the click of your heels sounded throughout his ears, all Seungcheol could think about was how peculiar you could be at times and just what it was that he had agreed to.

It wasn't until later that night that he texted you, letting you know he was finally free. You send him the address to a restaurant he didn’t recognize and instruct him to be there in the next hour. The restaurant you picked was completely off campus; you wanted to make sure it was a place that presented zero chance of you running into anyone you knew. 

When you arrive at the slightly run-down mom-and-pop shop, you find Seungcheol already sitting in a booth. You approach and notice he’s ordered a shake and fry. He's too busy munching on his food and scrolling on his phone to acknowledge you. 

Even if he wasn't preoccupied, you doubt he’d be able to recognize you by the way you're dressed. You're dressed in a cheap party city wig that was haphazardly slapped on your head. You wore a trench coat that definitely stood out in the warm weather of spring and thick-rimmed sunglasses. You look ridiculous, but it had to be done. If you wore any of your regular clothes, someone would definitely recognize you; you had a very distinctive style. All your clothes were custom-made and tailored to you. You sit down in the booth in front of him, clearing your throat and drawing his attention. A look of confusion crosses his face.

“It’s me.” You pull the shades down just slightly to give him a good look at you.

“I know…” he deadpans.

“I didn’t want anyone to notice me,” you explain, snatching the wig from your head in embarrassment.

“It's almost 80 degrees outside; you look stupid.” He can't help but laugh as the initial shock wears off.

“You think I don't know that!” You reach for a fry and snatch the shake out of his hand, helping yourself. Your mood changes in an instant upon tasting the flavor. "Omg, I love chocolate shakes.” You sip happily on your new drink. 

Seungcheol sighs heavily but lets you have it without a fight. “What did you need to talk about?” he reaches for a few fries and dips them in your shake before eating them. 

“I need you to ask me out,” you state plainly, taking a long sip of the shake, hoping the chill can stop the heat of embarrassment from crawling up your neck. You hated this feeling; you were never anxious. What really made you nervous, though, was Seungcheol's laid-back demeanor. 

“And why would I agree to do that beautiful?” he smirks, observing you nervously chew on your straw.

You rolled your eyes at the compliment; you knew he was being patronizing. He was trying to get you worked up, and it was working. Suddenly, the fire that he was used to was roaring behind your eyes again. 

“Because you are a selfless person who helps people in need,” you say with a condescending smile.

“You? Needy? When have you ever needed anything from anyone, let alone me?” he asks. 

“We just have to pretend for a few months. I just want to make Shua jealous so he comes back to me.” You cut to the chase. 

“Oh? Lapdog ran away from home?” He redirects

“Jus’ means a new position has opened up,” you shrug

"You once told me that breathing the same air as me was a biohazard because I was poor." he furrowed his brows in disbelief.

“And in debt.” You correct.

“Shitty scholarships,” he shrugs factually.

“And if I can cover what they can't?”

Now you seem to have his attention. He wishes you would have said that from the beginning; it would have saved time. You knew he wouldn't do this out of the kindness of his heart.

“How much are we talking?” He licks his lips.

You were already ahead of him. You pull out a folder from your trench coat and slide it to the other side of the table. The action reminded me of the old noir movies your dad used to watch. Seungcheol can only narrow his eyes at your antics. This couldn't get any more cliche.

Seungcheol takes the folder and skims the contents. His eyes grew in size, betraying the poker face he wore. He knew you desperately needed his help, but he didn't think you were this desperate. You must really, really love Joshua, he thinks.

“I know I'm asking for a lot so I'm not afraid to compensate.'' You continue to explain. “If more is needed, don't be afraid to speak up.” 

He skims over the details and reads the agreement. After the contract was up, he would receive a lump sum amount for his time, and on top of that, every time you needed him for an official public appearance, he would receive additional payment. He continues to read and sees that physical contact is also in the contract. You would also pay for each kiss, and anytime he had to hold your hand. Seems excessive, but there are no arguments on his side. At one point, you go over a set of rules. Seungcheol had already skimmed over them but listened anyway. The rules were as follows:

No unnecessary kissing or touching 

No unnecessary hangouts/meetups

No pursuing other people romantically while the contract is active

The contract expiration may be subject to change in the event that Joshua Breaks up with Seo-jun sooner

“I want to add a rule,” he adds confidently. 

“no,” you scowl.

“Then I'm out,” he says nonchalantly.

“Ugh! Fine.” You throw him your pen. He takes it happily and begins to make changes to  the page. He hands the pen and paper back to you and you review his notes. You give him a look before rolling your eyes. You were ready for this whole exchange to be over so you accepted the added rules with no further pushback. The rules now read the following:

No unnecessary kissing or touching 

No unnecessary hangouts/meetups

No pursuing other people romantically while the contract is active

The contract expiration may be subject to change in the event that Joshua Breaks up with Seo-jun sooner

No swearing at Seungcheol or else punishment will be received 

No name-calling Seungcheol or else punishment will be received 

“Sign the bottom dumbass,” you smile.

“Did you even read it?” He groans

“We haven't signed anything yet so I still have free reign to call you whatever I want.” You quip as you poke your tongue out at him.

“Just give me the damn pen,” He huffs.

The next couple of days were spent easing into the fake relationship, trying to be as natural as possible. You couldn't just show up to class the next day as a couple, not when everyone knew your history together. They had all bore witness to your many scuffles. You needed to make sure you were seen having more friendly encounters, so that meant no more insulting words as you passed each other in the halls. You were going to have to start staging interactions. You made a point to wave at each other and eat together in places that everyone could see. People couldn't help but gossip and started to speculate if you guys were dating. When you guys were spotted walking to class together holding hands,  people could not believe their eyes. It wasn't until the rumors reached their peak that you bothered to confirm them. You uploaded a new post to Instagram. It was a simple picture of Seungcheol and you at a local cafe. You decide to confirm the rumors with a simple heart emoji in the caption; there is no need to say more.

Hows that for a hard launch, Joshua?

You almost had everyone fooled. Your friends are the only ones who don't believe the rumors. They knew you hated Seungcheol, and they were constantly trying to get the truth out of you. To them, this was completely out of character, and you knew you had to come up with something to get them off your back. Eventually, you told them that your dad had cut your allowance short and you wanted to rebel and piss him off. They reluctantly bought your story; it didn't bother them very much; they were used to you dropping things once you were bored with them. 

Now that your fake relationship has taken off, the real game could finally begin. 

It's the week after establishing your relationship in the public eye, and you invite Seungcheol over to your apartment. You want to brief him on the next thing you have in mind. You get a text from him letting you know he's in your driveway. You have to jog across your dorm to get to the door in a timely manner. The dorm you're staying in doesn't hold a candle to your family's home, but it's big enough to be a hassle to have to cross.

You open your door and greet the man waiting. He was dressed very comfortably; he had told you earlier that he would come after mixed martial arts practice. You're a good host, so you show him around before leading him to your office and sitting him in a swivel chair. 

“Ok! Tomorrow is Monday. This means Joshua will be going to Spade Oaks; this is the perfect opportunity to make him jealous.” You begin drawing stick figures on the whiteboard that spans the back wall.

“What’s spade oak?” Seungcheol yawns. He looks tired; practice must have taken a lot out of him. His hair was ruffled, no doubt from the sparring that took place earlier in the day. You almost wanted to grab a comb and fix it for him, but you had more pressing matters to attend to.

“It's the country club I'm a member of. I only got the stupid thing because Shua likes golf,” you shrug offhandedly, drawing more details on your figures

“That sucks.” Seungcheol remarks.

“I know, I prefer tennis,” you shrug

“I meant the drawings,” he says, stifling a laugh.

“Just pay attention!” you huff. “This is important business," you said, setting the marker down with a clack.

He takes a deep breath to ward off anymore laughter. "OK, OK, continue.” 

“Tomorrow I'm going to Spade Oaks to show off my new boyfriend, and hopefully we can catch Shua in a friendly game of golf.” You finish.

“Lucky for you, I actually played a little golf in high school.” 

“Really!” 

"Mini golf," he says, laughing at his own dad joke.

You throw your dry-erase marker at him in reply to his stupid pun. You almost swear at him but hold your tongue. Seungcheol stares at you expectantly with a raised brow, challenging you to break his rule. He was more than disappointed when you didn't take the bait. You let out a sigh and collected yourself before returning to the whiteboard and using the extra marker that was attached to draw a new figure into the scene.

“If Shua really is there, Seo-jun is likely to have tagged along. She would never pass up a chance to try and one-up me.” You turn back to Seungcheol 

“Got it, golf. This was great, but you really could have just texted me this.” Seungcheol gets up and stretches. 

His shirt rises slightly during the process, allowing you to catch a brief glimpse of his happy trail before it returns to its proper position. You are even more annoyed by his ability to look good in sweatpants. That was enough for today; he was clearly over it, and so were you. You usher him to the door, but before pushing him out, you give him a stern warning. 

“If you screw up tomorrow, you're not getting paid!” And just before he can complain, you slam the door in his face. 

Seungcheol meets you first thing in the morning. When you arrive at Spade Oaks, you look him over one more time, making sure his appearance is perfect. He's dressed lightly for the warm weather. He’s wearing khaki slacks and a black polo shirt that almost looks a size too small as it constricts against his arms and chest. His ass is definitely fatter than yours in those slacks, and it's making you mad. Get a grip. You shake the thoughts from your mind and loop your arm around him as you walk.

“Are you ready to have fun today, babe?” You ask jokingly, making obnoxious kissy faces at him. Seungcheol smiles bitterly in return.

He grits his teeth and puts on a false smile to match yours, "Of course, sunshine."

You guys compliment each other so well

You show him around the grounds. Your little tour not only introduces him to some of your acquaintances but also serves as a good way to look for Joshua without being too obvious. After another impromptu introduction, you finally spot the man you were looking for alone on the outside deck. A crooked smile makes its way onto your face as you casually lead Seungcheol outside. 

 “Oh, Joshua? What are you doing here!?” Of course he would be here; you two used to frequent this place all the time. You were together so often that the staff looked Seungcheol up and down like he grew another head before they realized he wasn't Joshua.

“Oh, I'm just here with Seo-jun. We're about to head down to the golf course.” Joshua was a bit taken aback at your sudden appearance, especially with a new man in tow, but he couldn't help but smile in triumph when he saw your nose scrunch up at the mention of Seo-jun. “Who's your friend?”

Before you can introduce him, Seungcheol extends his arm for a handshake. 

“Im Seungcheol, I assume you're the ex?” 

Joshua lets out an incredulous huff at the statement. “Yeah, that ex,” he states bitterly, shaking Seungcheol's hand in a tight handshake.

You're sure he's making reference to how long he and you have been together. He's the ex of 4 years who she tells you not to worry about.

This was clearly working, and you could jump for joy, but your joy was short-lived because you happened to catch a glimpse of the Incarnate Devil out of the corner of your eye. Seo-jun emerges from the restroom and immediately rushes over to Joshua when she realizes it is you he is been speaking with. 

“I'm so sorry to keep you waiting sweetie,” she pouts, then places a quick kiss on his cheek. 

She turns you like an afterthought. She looks you up and down. "Hello y/n, long time no see. We should really catch up, yeah?” She doesn’t ask; she simply pulls you off the deck and inside the bathroom.

 Once you're far away from any prying ears, she lets you have it.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” She smiles despite her harsh words.

“I'm here to play golf.” You smirk nonchalantly as you walk up to the mirror in the bathroom, fixing your hair.

"Oh please, you hate golf.” She stands beside you with a huff, touching up her makeup.

“Guess things change, unlike you. Still chasing after my shadow?” You ask, making eye contact with her through the mirror.

“I know why you're here. Stay away from him,” a calm washes over her features in seriousness.

“He's all yours; don't worry.” You raise your hands in defeat. “If we're done here, I've got a game to start.” You say this as you turn to the door.

“How about you and your new little boy toy play us in a quick game of Two-Man Best Ball?” Seo-jun successfully stops you in your tracks.

“You're on.” You smirk.

You and Seo-jun walk back to the deck, and she fills Joshua in on the game you agreed to play.

“You don't even like golf.” He states.

“I guess I just like playing it with Seungcheol,” you shrug. You can see his eyebrows furrow in betrayal; you never played golf with him.  

Seungcheol takes your hand in his and kisses the top of your head. “I like playing with you too baby.”  

Out on the course, Seungcheol plays a lot better than you expect. You can tell it's his competitive attitude that drives him, rather than the prospect of trying to impress you. The score is a lot closer than you would like, but you take what you can get. You had no interest in golf, but you at least knew the basics, so you were grateful you could at least keep up.

Joshua's turn is next, and he swings his club, putting the golf ball off into the air. Even though he doesn't score well on this swing, Seo-jun makes sure to encourage him just as much. You would not let her out-girlfriend you, so whenever Seungcheol scored well, you would give him a kiss on the cheek with some words of encouragement. 

You were starting to have fun. You had almost forgotten that the reason you were doing this was to make Joshua jealous. Words of affirmation were slowly becoming genuine, and you even found yourself anticipating the short kisses you shared. It was the last thirty minutes of the game, and you weren't even looking back to see Joshua's reactions anymore. You found that you could only focus on the way Seugcheol would either hug you or kiss you on the top of your head, following with a “that's my girl” whenever you would score well on a hole. You had to snap yourself out of it. Every time you guys had some form of skinship, he would be getting paid. 

Of course he's being extra affectionate. It's his job, dummy. You chide yourself in thought. 

You are the last player to swing, and it is neck and neck at the final hole. If you scored well, it would put you ahead of Joshua and Seo-jun. It wouldn't be by much, but it was still a win. Joshua wasn't as good as you expected if a bunch of newbies were keeping up with him. You steel your nerves and make your final swing. It was a beautiful swing that ended the game in your favor. You immediately drop your club and run into Seungcheol's arms to celebrate. It seems he has the same idea because his arms are already open and waiting for you. He picks you up effortlessly and spins you around in a tight embrace. When your feet touch the ground again, Seungcheol kisses you without a second thought. He pulls away just as quickly, and you're left dazed. Seo-jun's annoying voice brings you back down to earth.

“Winning isn't everything guys,” she grumbles. 

You roll your eyes then you finally remember Joshua. The look on his face made everything worth it. On the outside, he was calm, but you knew him too well for that to be true. He's upset. The tight smile and deathly grip on the golf club were dead giveaways. Now the real question was if he's upset about losing or if he's jealous. After a moment of debate, you decide that you don't care about the reason. As long as you were able to get under his skin, you consider that a win.

“Good game,” he grits reluctantly. “Let's go, Seo-jun,” he states as he packs up his equipment. 

Seo-jun, ever the follower, runs after his retreating back, “coming sweetie!”

Seungcheol already had your things packed up as Seojun and Joshua pulled off in their golf cart. As soon as they are out of earshot, you turn to him.

“So I guess you're good for something,” you say.

“Don't start princess; we were having a good day,” he exhales exasperatedly. 

He was right; today had been fun, but that was the problem. You were not supposed to have fun with Seungcheol, You were not supposed to like his touch as much as you did and you sure as hell were not supposed to crave his kisses. The one you were supposed to want  was Joshua but right now all you could think of was Seungcheol. You had to put a comfortable distance between you two again so you did what you did best and threw a wet blanket on all the fun you had.

“I was only pretending to have fun! How could I have fun when Seo-jun is all over Joshua? In case you forgot, he's supposed to be mine, not hers.” You grit out, suddenly finding it a bit hard to find your words. The hurt that flashes in Seungcheol's eyes almost makes you regret opening your mouth. It's not like this was new; you say stuff like this all the time but for some reason, after a day of joy and laughter, the cold reminder that this was all just temporary was not welcome.

 “Whatever.” He throws the equipment in the back of the golf cart, not wanting to argue anymore. “Get in.”

 You followed his lead and got in the cart. The ride back was a silent one. 

After that day, Seungcheol’s attitude towards you completely changed. There was no more playful banter or flirty pet names; it was straight business. When you were in public, he played his part and immediately pulled away when the coast was clear. When you had paid him the sum that you owed him, not even a thank you was muttered; he just took the funds and went on about his day. This shouldn't bother you, but it does.  You shouldn't care about his feelings, but you do. It's not like what you said was wrong! Why are you being treated like such a bad guy when all of this was a lie? Still, for whatever reason, you find yourself trying to be in his good graces again.

You're slightly late to your biochemistry class. Since you started dating, you have made sure that Seungcheol and you walk into class together. Appearances were everything. Today, though, you told him you would be running late. You come into class with two frappuccinos instead of the usual one. You sat on his desk, forcing his attention up from his phone and onto you.

“Is this your way of saying sorry?” He relents but accepts the gift. 

“Don't get ahead of yourself; they just gave me an extra one,” you state matter-of-factly.

You were apologizing. You would never come right out and say it but you did feel bad. There's no better way to fix problems than to throw money at it. You would rather do that than talk about the cause of your little outburst on the golf course. Seuncheol doesn't expect much else out of you, and truthfully, he's surprised he even got this much. He had already decided to let it go; he just wanted to see how much you would grovel first. 

Answer: Not a lot

And just like that, he's walking you to your next class like nothing happened. He mentions offhandedly a judo match he has later that day; he even invites you to watch him spar.

“And why would I want to watch two sweaty men throw each other around?” you inquire. 

“Because you're my girlfriend, and you're supposed to support me.” He extends his arms, handing you the books he's been carrying for you, marking your arrival at your next class. You take them without a word and kiss him on the cheek for show.

“Of course, how could I forget.” you smile sarcastically. 

“I'll send you the address later.” He swats your backside as you walk into class. You turn to face him, but he just sends you a shit-eating grin. You figure it was his form of payback. You try your best to hide the small smile that breaks across your face.

He said he would text you but he ends up calling after you finish all your classes. You thought it would be a quick exchange of information but you end up staying on the phone with him all the way until you get home. It was the longest you had ever spoken to each other without throwing around insults. He tells you about how he trained in taekwondo for 7 years and that he recently picked up judo. Today's match would be judo; it would be his first one upon picking up the sport. As he tells you more about himself, you find that you enjoy listening to him speak. When the conversation switches gears and it's your turn to talk, you don't say much. You're not one to open up easily; what could he possibly want to know? You're rich; that's all that matters.

You have to end the call to shower and get ready for the match. After you shower, you get ready to put on your favorite designer skirt, pairing it with a frilly crop top. You don't forget to accessorize with a rose gold Cartier bracelet and matching necklace. You throw on your Celine Ave shoulder bag and grab your shades. You top it all off with your favorite pair of Louboutin heels. 

Earlier over the phone, Seungcheol told you to dress casually because he knew you would stick out like a sore thumb otherwise. You hate being casual; casual was boring, and casual didn't get your attention. For all you knew, this was casual; it was just designer casual. 

 It takes you about 20 minutes to get to his martial arts gym and when you step out of your pink Porsche 718 boxster, all eyes are on you. You pull your shades down over your eyes and smile at the attention. You walk inside and Seuncheol is already waiting in the lobby for you with a disapproving look on his face. 

“What's the matter, babe?” you smile 

“You're causing a scene,” He groans  

 “Sorry, should I have driven the Pink Audi instead?” you shrug and grab his hand. “Lead the way,” you urge. 

Seungcheol scoffs in amusement but follows your order. You hear a few whoops and hollers as he takes you to a matted sparring room, but one glare from Seungcheol shuts it all down. When you enter the room, his opponent is already warming up. As soon as you step from behind Seungcheol, his opponent coos upon seeing you.

“It's a shame you brought your girlfriend; now she's going to have to watch you lose.” He teases playfully

“We’ll see," he replies coolly. He turns to you and grabs your face, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Maybe all the gawking really did bother him.

“For good luck,” he whispers and releases you. 

Your face begins to heat, and you're afraid he could feel the heat seep into his palms, which still cradled your face. You nod dumbly before finding your seat. It's not long after Seungcheol finishes stretching that the match begins. It's exactly as you had expected—two sweaty men throwing each other around on a dirty mat—but you couldn't keep your eyes off of Seungcheol. You surprised yourself at how loudly you could cheer. 

The way he forces his opponent into submission and pins them to the mat made butterflies erupt in your stomach; you kind of wanted him to throw you around next. The way he uses his strong thighs to lock onto his opponent to ensure they don't move and the way his chest heaves at the extraneous task makes your mind wander to unholy places. You are so far gone that you can’t even remember how the game ended. You assume Seungcheol won with the way he helped his opponent to his feet. They make small friendly banter as you watch from the sidelines. Once he's done, he approaches you with the widest grin you've ever seen. You have grown accustomed to his scowl; you didn't even know his face could do that. His face lights up when he smiles. Under his tough exterior, a soft light shone. You wanted to see this side of him more.

“I just need to help clean up, and we can leave, ok?” He's dripping in sweat, still trying to catch his breath. 

 You smile and congratulate him. He looks like he wants to hug you but decides against it. He knows you’d throw a fit if he got any sweat on your designer. He gives you one last smile before heading back to the changing room.

 When he comes back, he starts straightening up. You're sitting on a bench watching him put up the mats and clean the area. You enjoy the silence that settles, and you enjoy just being in his presence. Once he’s done, he comes over and sits down next to you.

“I’m proud of you princess; you didn't complain at all today,” he teases. “Who knew you could be well behaved?”  

You were just as surprised; today taught you a lot about yourself. First and foremost, you would kill to be manhandled by Seungcheol. Second, you learn you definitely have a thing for his thighs. Lastly, you learn that praise makes your stomach twist in all the right ways. 

“You smell; go shower. I'm tired and ready to go,” you utter, never finding it easy to agree with him.

“Why don't you join me princess? Give you a reward for being good.” His voice drops to a whisper. “What are you thinking about, huh? Want me to throw you over my shoulder and take you with me? Ask nicely, and I might be gentle.”

Your breathing picks up, and you want to disagree, but you can't find your words. All you can do is stumble over a response.

“wha-I don't,” you stutter

“Just kidding, doll.” He teases with a smirk. Then he leaves for the showers and you're left trying to figure out what just happened. 

An emergency meeting is called later that week. You decide to meet at Seungcheol’s place; he lived closer to campus, and you were too impatient to wait until you got home to go over the details. You make your way up the stairs of his apartment, him not too far behind, as you ramble about how important it is to pay attention. You both make it to his apartment, and he unlocks the door, trying his best to tune you out. He enters first, and before you can even step through the door, a white fluff ball bounds to the door. You immediately step back outside. 

“What is…that?” You don't even attempt to hide your disdain. 

“I told you I had a dog,” he shrugs, picking up the dog and cooing at her affectionately. 

Now that you think about it, he did mention a dog. “Oooh, Koda?” you try. 

“Kumma,” he glares. “She's my little princess; isn't that right baby?” he coos even more affectionately. 

Being jealous of a dog was not something you wanted to admit. You already don't like dogs but you especially don't like this one.

“Cute, but I don't want her getting her dirty paws on my Louis Vuitton,” you snide. 

Seungcheol rolls his eyes and he walks further into the house with Kkuma in his arms before disappearing around a corner. A few minutes later, he returns empty-handed. 

“I put her up, now come in; your letting the air out.” 

Once inside, you scan the house and you take your shoes off by the door. “At Least it's clean,” you say

Seungcheol stayed in a small apartment on the second floor. Granted, little furniture occupied the space, but even so, it was roomy. You wouldn't give it too much credit, though; it was still far smaller than the space in your home closet. Seungcheol can feel your judgment.

“I'm never inviting you over again,” he says with a shake of his head 

“I didn't even say anything!” 

You both sit down in his living room and get comfortable. He leans back against the couch and waits for you to begin your rambling. 

"Tomorrow, my father is hosting a rooftop dinner to celebrate the expansion of the company.” You start off, “Shua's father and my father are business partners, so that means Shua is bound to be there.” 

He doesn't know why, but hearing you call Joshua by that nickname upsets him. You only ever call him by his name. But when it came to Joshua, it was still Shua this, Shua that. He wanted to Shua’t himself in the head.

"Ok, so you want me to attend this dinner party with you, is that right?” Seungcheol recaps.

“Precisely,” you smile and pat his head.

You tell him he's probably going to have to meet your parents. Honestly, you were more nervous about that than anything else. It really shouldn't matter to you because you guys would be breaking up by the end of the year anyway, but you still want him to leave a good impression on them for some reason. You coach him on all your parents favorite things to help him if he ever finds himself stuck in conversation with them. 

“Any questions?” You finish up.

“What do you have against dogs?” 

“Important questions” 

“This is important.” 

“important to me.” You correct

“I guess not,” He sulks. 

You sigh and give in, “they’re loud and obnoxious.” You deadpan.

“Just like you?"  Seungcheol smirks 

“Do you want to get paid or not?” You roll your eyes at his comment. 

“How about instead of paying me this time, you grant me one wish?” he says

“Fine, do what you want; just remember tomorrow to come dressed in your best and be on time.” You can already guess what his wish may be as you get up from the couch and collect your things.

You arrive at the party early to help your mother set up. You spent the whole time trying to win Seungcheol some brownie points with your mom. You rambled on about how sweet and charming you found him. Your mom would adore anyone you brought home, but you still felt the need to sell it. Shockingly, it wasn't hard to talk about his good qualities; you didn't find yourself lying like you thought you would have to. Soon enough, you knew your mom was won over before he even got there. Now it was time to worry about your father.

Your father was already upset that your relationship with Joshua ended on a bad note.  He was working on closing a deal with Joshua’s father, and the breakup made closing negotiations a hassle. Your father had adored Joshua, so you knew Seungcheol would come in with 10 negative points already in your father’s book. 

You're almost finished setting up when guests start to arrive. The party was about an hour in when Joshua and his father showed up. You were starting to get antsy with no sign of Seungcheol. You tried to keep your temper in check, but you told him to be on time! He wasn't picking up his phone either. You didn’t have time to worry about him; you had to jump from circle to circle, making sure everything was in order. Even though your parents were the ones hosting the party, they left you in charge of greeting guests. You're making your rounds and you run into Joshua and his father.

“Oh! Mr. Hong, such a pleasure to have you!” You put on your best hostess voice. 

“So nice to see you again, Y/N. I'm finding everything just fine,” Mr.Hong responded. Joshua's father loved you as much as your father loved Joshua. They were both devastated when you two broke up.  

"Shua, don't be rude; say hello.” He nudges his son. Joshua gives his best smile and greets you, “I'll leave you two to catch up, ok?” Mr. Hong says he is making his leave. He was probably hoping you two would use this moment to rekindle.

“Where's your boyfriend?” 

“He's late,” you say worriedly. At first, you were upset but now as more time has passed, that feeling has shifted to worry. You wonder if he was okay.

“What about you? You came here alone?” You change the subject to keep the thoughts away.

“Seo-juns in Paris for fashion week” 

“I hope she's having fun.” Joshua knows you don't mean it. 

This was the first time you and Joshua had been alone since the breakup. You think he looks handsome in his suit with perfectly styled hair. “Hey, can we talk?” He looks at you seriously. 

“About?”

"Us,” he says, hopefully.

This was the moment you were waiting for. The moment he comes crawling back. You wait patiently for him to continue. You are on the edge of your seat, but before he can speak, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a firm chest. 

“I'm sorry I was late love.” A voice says  and places a kiss on your neck. You can't see it, but from Joshua's face, you can tell Seungcheol is staring him down. “I was picking something up for you.”

You turn around in his arms and smile, “its ok, I was just catching up with Shua.” 

There it was—that stupid nickname again. He doesn't even properly greet Joshua as he pulls you away. You're not sure if you're relieved or upset that he pulled you away from the moment. Part of you wanted to go back and hear what Joshua had to say. The other part was afraid of the outcome. If he wanted to make up and get back together, would you? Could you just "break up" with Seungcheol on the spot, never seeing him again, and returning to cold stares as you pass each other in the halls? But that's how this was supposed to end anyway. It's not like you had feelings for Seungcheol.

Right?

It isnt until after he pulls you away that you take him in. He wore a sharp royal blue suit and carried a bouquet of daisies. He looked unbelievably good. You took the flowers without a thought and gave a faraway smile.

Seuncheol wonders what you were thinking about—was it something Joshua said? Where are you upset that he was late? He knew you were planning to kill him later, and that your smile was just for show.

“What were you two talking about?” he inquires. 

“It was nothing; we weren't even talking for long.” You explain.

“Why do you call him that?” 

“What?”

“Shua. you always call him Shua.” 

You shrug “It's just a nickname; what's the problem?” 

"Well, how are we supposed to be fooling anyone when you're calling each other cute little pet names like you're still together?” 

"Fine, cheol, don't throw a fit.” You wrap your hands around his neck and kiss his nose. “Who would have guessed you're the jealous type?”

You wanted to at least try to pretend to be a little angry at him, but it seems like all your frustrations wash away when you're in his arms.

 “Don't call him Shua anymore.” He sulks.

“Yes sir,” you joke. 

He looks down at you for a couple more seconds and smiles. He is about to lean in for a kiss when your mother comes over and coos.

 “So this is Mr.Choi? I’ve heard so much about you! How are you?” Your mother greets you two.

You break away from each other so Seungcheol can greet your mother properly. 

“He brought me flowers, mom. Aren’t they beautiful?” You brag.

Your mother takes the bouquet and gasps once she notices the flowers that sprinkle throughout it. “Oh my! This is great news! Let me get your father!” Your mother scuttles off, leaving you a bit confused; They were just flowers?

“I think she likes you,” You smile 

“One down, one to go,” He jokes 

“Yeah, about that~'' You chuckle nervously. Not only was he already negative 10 points with your dad but his tardiness didn't really help his case. 

“I'm almost certain he wont like you,” you half-joke. If Seungcheol is discouraged, he sure doesn't show it.

“That's ok; i'm used to disapproving parents,” He shrugs 

You had almost forgotten that he was an outcast on campus. You suddenly feel bad for all the times you picked at him and made him feel lesser. Sure, he had a reputation on campus for being a bad boy, but the worst thing you had ever seen him do was j-walk. He could be a bit of an asshole at times, but he was likable once you got to know him. You hate that you have been one of the many people to judge him.

After a few moments, your mother is dragging your father over, speaking enthusiastically about something. Whatever it was had your father frowning deeply. This didn't look good.

“Mr. Choi, was it?” Your father extends an arm for a handshake. 

Seungcheol puts on his most charming smile and gives your father a nice, firm handshake. 

“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” he says, returning the greeting

“You're a few hours late, son,” your father quips. Your father wears a smile, but you know it's just for show. "And I hear your bringing us some shocking news as well?”

Seungcheol falters. "I'm sorry for my tardiness, sir. I make no excuses," he responds. 

Your father appraises him for a second longer before letting out a breath “While I do think it is irresponsible for you to get my daughter pregnant, I hope you are planning to marry her; a child out of wedlock would not look good for the company.”

You choke on air, and you swear your eyes almost burst from their sockets. You snap your head to look at Seungcheol, and he wore a similar expression as you.

“Excuse me, sir?” he sputters out.

“My wife says you bring daisies? I don't know much about flowers, but she says they can symbolize childbirth. Was she mistaken?” Your father tests.

“Im sure thats true sir, but I think theres a misunderstanding. We are not expecting a baby,” he laughs

Your father's shoulders relax, and he laughs the nerves away. Your mother sends an apologetic smile your way and rubs your fathers back to soothe him. You were sure he would have had a heart attack if you really were pregnant.

“Im so sorry, dear! I must have misunderstood.” She says.

Your father finally smiles and claps a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for joining us today; we really appreciate it.” He says

Your father turns to you and gives you a hug. “His tardiness does not impress me, but he's not the worst.” He says this to you, pulling away from the hug. He bids himself farewell as he goes to chat with some colleagues. 

You turn to Seungcheol. “Why daisies?” 

“The shopkeeper told me they meant new beginnings and love and some other bullshit. I didn't know they could mean childbirth!” Seungcheol explains in disbelief.

"Well luckily, my dad didn't kill you; I think that means he likes you?”

“Thank God,” he sighs.

Following the minor hiccup, the rest of the night went smoothly.  Seungcheol is like a natural; he's able to follow along and make small talk with a few of your father's work colleagues, even managing to get a chuckle out of a few. 

You enjoy the rest of the night socializing by Seungcheol’s side and having a few drinks. You had seen Joshua storm off earlier; you could only assume your plan was working, but you couldn't find it in you to care. It was starting to get late, and you're ready to go. Seungcheol offers to drive you home since you had come with your parents. You quickly find your parents and bid them farewell, and you two leave the party together. Mission Success!

“Even though you were late and almost gave my father a heart attack, you did pretty well. I guess I’ll keep my promise. Whatever you want, it's yours.” you say. 

"Good, because I want you to promise to go to the dog park with me. I want you to get along with Kkuma.” He smiles wickedly at you.

 You instantly regret giving him that wish coupon.

Was this outing breaking one of your rules? Possibly, but it was essential that your closet stay in season. It was time to buy the latest fashion collections, and you would die if you had to carry all of your bags.

Cue seungcheol. 

At first, he protested, but after waiving around a little money, he folded. You had honestly expected him to complain a lot more, but this was your third store you had gone to, and he hadn't complained yet. He was a lot more vocal about your outfit choices than you thought he would be. He told you what he thought would look nice on you. No matter how many bags you handed him, he took them without a word. 

“You’re being nice today,” you say in passing.

“You look cute when your in your element,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

You dont know why you do it but the next store you lead him to is a lingerie shop.

Maybe it was his good behavior or his comment earlier, but you think he deserves a treat. When you look back at him over your shoulder, you can see the tips of his ears burning red, even though he tries his hardest not to show it on his face.

“Its fine if I try something here, right?”

“Pick up whatever you want, love.”

The pet name has your heart doing cartwheels. 

This was going to be fun.

Now normally, you would never try on a set in store, but you planned to buy whatever you brought into your fitting room. You have Seungcheol drop the bags off at the front so he can trail behind you comfortably. 

“Why dont you pick out something for me to wear”

“What, so you can wear it for Shua?” he says, rolling his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Joshuas’ not the one standing in a lingerie shop with me.” You challenge, "Are you scared?”

He was standing toe to toe with you now, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes. “You gonna let me see it?”

“That and more if you impress me,” you say, giving him a sly smile.

That gets him moving and his eyes scan the store, You think hes going to pick out the slutties thing he could find but after walking around the shop for 10 minutes looking at all types of sets, you realize he was looking with careful consideration

Finally, he hands you a lacey pink corset with thin bows on the shoulder that also laced up the middle. It was part of the set, the other part being a pink garter belt attached to matching lacey pink panties. It was very pretty and delicate, while still being sexy. You nod your head in appreciation. You could work with this. You take the fabric from him and you walk towards the changing room. You stop and look over your shoulder.

“You coming or not?” 

“You cant be serious,” he says. You could tell a part of him still wasn’t taking your invitation seriously and that you were just messing with him.

“Dont tell me you all bark”

"Actually, its the opposite,” he says, sending you a smile “im afraid i might bite”

This was soooo breaking a rule.

You know you were the one who boldly suggested it, but you still make Seungcheol stand in the farthest corner of the dressing room, turned away from you. You make him pinky promise to keep his eyes closed until you tell him to open them.

You change silently and appraise yourself in the mirror. The set hugged your body in all the right places. The color complemented you so well that you praised Seungcheol for his taste in your head. You turn towards his back, and after a few seconds of debating, you tell him its ok to look.

When he turns around and opens his eyes, he immediately drinks in your figure. You suddenly became shy under his gaze. You could feel your heart pick up, and you almost stumbled over your words when you asked, “h-how do I look?” 

“Can I take a closer look?” Before you can answer, he has his hands on your hips, pulling you closer and looking at you from up close. His eyes slowly trail down your front before he spins you around in his hold to have you face the mirror. He's looking at you, and your looking at him through the mirror. Through the mirror, you can see his eyes admiring how your ass looks wrapped in the pink lace. He has a tight grip on your hips, and the way he bites his lip makes you clench your thighs. Suddenly, he's pulling you back, flush against his chest. You meet his gaze in the mirror, and you almost gasp. His eyes were hooded and shadowed in lust. He hooks his chin over your shoulder and wraps his arms around you, laying one palm flat against your abdomen while the other rubs your side affectionately.

“You look good enough to eat,” he says while holding your eye contact in the mirror.

He noses at your neck, inhaling your sent “you gonna let me show you I can bite?” he chuckles from behind you before nipping at your ear.

You try to come up with a response but all you can do is trip over your words

“Whos all talk now?” He says light-heartedly.

“The contract” is all you can manage

“Right. Your right,” he pulls away from you with his hands raised at his sides  "I don' want to break our contract,” he says sarcastically before turning around again and facing the wall.

You hurry, get changed back into your normal clothes. You pay at the front and collect the bags you dropped off earlier. The ride back to your house was silent but only because the air was so thick with sexual tension that you thought if you opened your mouth, you would choke on it.

You won't see him again until the next weekend. He decided to use his wish coupon to bring you to the dog park. He doesn't mention your last meeting, and your grateful because you're in a living nightmare. There are all sorts of dogs running around, spit-covered tennis balls flying through the air, and loud, annoying barking sounded throughout the park. It would be an understatement to say that you were not thrilled to be here. Seungcheol, on the other hand, looks like he could stay out here all day. You can just imagine his imaginary tail wagging. He takes Kkuma out of her kennel and leashes her to bring her to the park. He then hands you a few toys to carry.

“You're really making me do this, huh?” 

“Stop being like that; it’ll be fun,” he says, leading you into the main area of the park and unleashing Kkuma. She seems to be well trained and doesn't run far.

Seungcheol takes one of the toys from you and plays with Kkuma. He's playing a game of tug of war with Kkkuma and lets her win. He seems to be having so much fun with Kkuma you almost think he's forgotten about you. He takes a break to give her water.

"Alright, now it's your turn.” 

“I'm not in the right attire for this,” you try to make up an excuse. Your over-the-top outfit drew attention the moment you stepped into the park. Someone was probably wondering why you would wear something so expensive to a dog park.

“That's your fault,” he shrugs. Seungcheol had warned you the moment he saw you step out of the house. Maybe it was time to start listening and stop being so hardheaded.

You cautiously approach Kkuma with the rope, and you crouch down to offer it to her. She stares at you before hesitantly going for the toy. You play a short game of tug of war, letting her win almost immediately. 

“Ok done! We played; can we leave now?” you conclude. 

“You promised!” Seungcheol frowns in disappointment.

You sigh; you're already here; you might as well try. You reach out to pet Kkuma, and she rolls over cutely. You coo at her and rub her tummy. OK, maybe she was precious. You hold up a ball. It's like she's frozen as her eyes lock on the ball. She springs onto her paws and wags her tail. You throw the ball, and she chases it, bringing it back. You do this a few more times before trying out the other toys.

You're having so much fun that you forget that your wearing heels, and when you go to playfully chase after Kkuma, you lose your balance. You’re able to right yourself before falling and let out a sound of relief. You step forward, but something slick causes your foot to slide forward slightly. You lift your foot to discover that you’ve stepped in dog poop. 

“Just wonderful,” you say to Kkuma with a tight smile. Seungcheol is watching from afar. You have to squint to see him, but you're sure he's laughing at you.  

“Your daddy is an asshole, you know that?” 

Kkuma barks at you in retaliation. 

“What do you know?” you argue back. Sticking your tongue out at her childishly.

You hobble back to Seungcheol and plop down on the bench next to him. 

"Is this what you wanted? I got dog shit on my Choos." You pretend to be a little annoyed; you were only joking.

“Here” He pulls a few wet wipes from an attachment on Kkuma’s leash. He pulls your legs over his lap and wipes the poop from your shoes. “Are you ready to go?” Seungcheol can guess you're probably reaching your limit for outside activity for the day.

You would have been out here for at least an hour and a half, and while it was nice to see Kkuma having fun, you were already sweating more than you would like. As you head out, you offer to play with Kkuma for a while longer indoors.

Once you arrive at his house, Seungcheol lets you have fun. You're sitting on the floor and although Kkuma jumps all over you, you don't seem to mind. This was definitely not something you would have allowed a few days ago so Seungcheol is proud of your progress. 

“Should I buy her a bow? Won't that be cute?” You mention. 

Seungcheol finds it cute that you're already ready to spoil her. “I think she's spoiled enough,” he argues. 

 "Well, I'm her mommy and she can have whatever she wants.” You say defiantly.

“I thought you didn't like dogs, “ He teases. 

You ignore him and continue playing until you tire yourself out. You are just lying on his floor, too exhausted to straighten out your rumpled clothes, but he thinks you are the most beautiful in this moment. When you're relaxed without a care in the world, those are the moments he can peek through the gaps in your defenses.

“It's getting late; I should head home,” You declare, giving Kkuma a few more pets before finally standing.

“You could stay the night,” Seungcheol Proposes.

This was a bad idea. Staying by Seungcheol's side for longer than necessary would only make your confusion about your feelings toward him worse. You're ready to decline but one look at his puppy eyes and you couldn't find it in yourself to say no. You agree to stay the night and he gives you some of his clothes to wear guiding you to the shower. When you close the door behind you, let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night.

You shower and put on the borrowed clothes. You glance in the mirror and, although it's not what you usually wear, you love it nonetheless. You loved how the too-big clothes draped over your frame; you never wanted to give them back. You tell him to freshen up as you leave the restroom. He gets in the shower after you and tells you to grab something to eat before you lay down. It was late, so you grabbed something quick and  headed straight toward the bedroom. It wasn't hard to find, given how small the apartment was. You make your way into his room and crawl under his blankets. It was like having your own little haven; you felt safe and secure. His bed was wonderfully warm and smelled just like him; you never wanted to leave. However, something in the back of your mind kept reminding you that you were breaking one of your most important rules.

Rule #2: No unnecessary hangouts/meetups

Well, this was necessary, you argue. It was far too late for Cheol to drive you home. What if he fell asleep behind the wheel on the way back? You reason. Yup, you were doing this for his safety! How selfless of you to worry about his well-being! You pat yourself on the back. 

“What are you doing in my room?” A topless Seungcheol inquires.

“Getting ready for bed? Why are you naked?” You try not to notice how he dries his still-wet skin.

 “It's my house.” 

"Well, then you should be well acquainted with your couch.” You raise an eyebrow, not making a move to unwrap yourself from the blankets. 

“The couch was for you.” He says.

You? Sleep on a couch? Never in your life.

“You meant for me to sleep on the couch?” You laugh incredulously, and here you were worried about his hypothetical safety.

Seungcheol doesn't respond, just going to settle in behind you on the bed, pulling the blankets from you, leaving you cold, and wrapping himself in them. He had really bad insomnia already; he could not deal with sleeping on the couch. 

“I can't sleep on the couch; I need proper beauty sleep; if I knew you were gonna make me sleep out there, I would have gone home,” you whine.

He lifts up the blankets and reaches to wrap an arm around your waist. He pulls you into his chest and wraps you both in the blanket. “Then sleep here,” he says, closing his eyes and getting comfortable. 

Your heart will not stop pounding out of your chest. Your head spins from the close proximity and his heady scent. You try to help your case by turning away from him, but his arms remain wrapped around you, causing him to spoon you. You can breathe a little easier, so you scoot closer to him. You must have scooted too far back because his hand suddenly grabs your waist, halting your movements. 

"Stop moving," he says breathlessly. 

You can only manage a sheepish "sorry." He relaxes his grip on you and settles in.

Your mind wanders, and you can't help but notice that all of the dirty things you have ever thought about him come to the forefront. You recall what just happened: how he only needed one arm to stop your squirming, how he gripped your hip and pinned it in place. You wonder if he would pin you in other positions as well. You think back to the time of the sparring match and the way he threw his opponent to the ground. You wanted him to manhandle you and treat you like nothing. Seungcheol brought out your darkest desires. 

It was later in the night, and your racing thoughts were keeping you awake. You never thought you would do what you're about to do, but you couldn't hold back. You take a small peek over your shoulder to look at Seungcheol. He was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A trembling hand slips down the front of your shorts. You try to be as subtle as possible as you circle your clit through the fabric of the boxers Cheol gave you to wear. You push your face further into your pillow to try to muffle your noises. When you inhale, you can only smell Seungcheol’s cologne, and you almost moan.

You slip your hand into your underwear, collecting your juices and using them to coat your fingers. You quickly ease a finger in and thrust shallowly. You wanted to get this over with quickly, but you would need more. You slip in another finger. This time, you use deep thrusts to work yourself up. You shyly grind your hips into your palm, stimulating your clit, biting your lips at the pleasure. You move carefully. You roll onto your back, and use your other hand to pinch your nipples. At this point, you didn't care how obvious you were; you just wanted to come. You hoped against hope that Seungcheol was a deep sleeper. 

You have to bite back moans as you picture your hands as his. You add a third finger, and you almost whine; it was barely enough. You knew his fingers would stretch you farther than this. You craved his rough touch. After a few more messy thrusts, you cum with a shudder. You have worn yourself out; you wait a breath to make sure you’re off the hook before you carefully remove your hand from your shorts. That's when a hand grabs your wrist. Turning your head, you see Seungcheol staring back at you. 

“You dirty fucking slut,” he rasps, sleep still coating his voice.

As you open your mouth to defend yourself, he licks the tips of your drenched fingers, causing you to gasp. The argument dies in your throat as he looks up at you, moaning at the taste. 

“What do you think you were doing, huh?” Your hips automatically roll into his touch as he reaches over and shoves his hand down your shorts.

You cry out, your face burning with shame, "I’m sorry."

“No you’re not; you're practically dripping all over my fucking fingers, baby. Don't lie to me.” Your juices make a soft, wet sound as he plays with your folds teasingly.

"Tell me what you were thinking about," he orders, circling your clit. 

Your first orgasm has left you sensitive, so you try to squirm away. He sits up more and uses his other hand to pin your hips to the mattress. 

"Uh uh, baby, you're not going anywhere," he says, slipping his middle finger into your heat and thrusting experimentally. “Your so fucking wet. Such a dirty little pussy.” His ring finger joining in next, fucking you harder. 

When the sensation gets too much, you can’t help but squirm and moan. With a cry, you grind up into his touch as you grab hold of his wrist to keep it there. You can feel your thighs shaking

 "Cheol, please I can’t take it,” you cry.

"Yeah, you can princess; be my good girl," He kisses you to muffle your sounds. His walls were thin, and he didn't need any noise complaints from the neighbors.

Your moan gives him the chance to put his tongue in your mouth. Your entire body begins to tremble, and just before you let go, Seungcheol pulls away completely. Your eyes well up with tears as you look at him.  

You cry, "Please, Cheol, please, I need you so badly." Tears stream down your cheeks. 

He kisses your tears away and gives you a gentle kiss. “You ready to be my good girl?” 

"Yes, I'll be whatever you want me to be." You weep.

He pulls your legs apart and wedges himself between them. "Then tell me what you were thinking about." 

He circles your clit teasingly, coaxing you to answer him. When you attempt to move your hips to feel more of his touch, he uses his own hips to pin yours down. The thought of how he would feel inside of you makes you groan. You can feel his length straining through his sweatpants. He felt so thick and heavy that you could cry. 

“I'm waiting princess.” He kisses your neck slowly.

Breathing deeply, you tell him how much you want him to talk down to you and toss you around. You wanted him to break you and use you. You did not want him to think of you as a porcelain doll; you wanted to be his personal fuck toy. 

He smiles wickedly at you. "Has my princess been corrupted? Am I a bad influence?" 

You shake your head. “No, I’ve always been like this.” you admit. 

“Is that so? Don't worry, I’ll give you what you need." He licks his lips before returning his fingers to your heat. 

He pulls your shirt over your chest, leaving love bites all over it. You can hardly breathe; he was giving you too much and not enough at the same time. You can feel your high approaching rapidly. He pulls away from your chest and places a hand on your neck, not quite choking you but rather testing the waters. You nod at him, pleading with him to choke you. Seungcheol applies just a little more pressure and you moan. He's fucking you so fast that a loud, squelching sound echoes throughout the room. If you were in your right mind, you would be embarrassed. You try to warn him of your impending orgasm, but your voice gets stuck in your throat as you cum all over his fingers. He lets you ride out your high for a little while longer before gently pulling out. Your eyelids become heavy but a light slap against your cheek brings you back.

"Wake up baby were not done," he warns.

You could barely keep your eyes open; all you could make out was his messy hair as he positioned his head between your legs. You whined in protest; you were too sensitive for oral. He slaps a hand against your thigh, and you bite your lip in a silent cry. When he licks over your clit you break.

Your back is arcing off the bed, and your thighs are squeezing together. He uses his strength to pin your thighs down as he eats you out. There's nothing stopping your loud moans now. Tears flow freely down your face as shock waves pass through your body. You're a babbling mess.

"You ok, baby? You want to take a break?" He asks, his face covered in your slick. His eyes are hazy with lust, and your gut tightens at the sight.

"I need you inside, right now," you say.

"Are you sure, baby? I don't want to break you?" He asks

Suddenly, your energy returns at the comment. You want him to break you. He has already broken you. You push his head away from your core and tug him up to meet your lips. He's kissing you until your last breath before you pull away.

"Should I ask Shua?"

That nickname would be the death of you, but it did the trick. Soon enough, he was manhandling you onto your side. He threw your leg over his shoulder (pretzel position) and teased himself at your entrance.

"Say his name again while I'm fucking you, and I'll send you back covered in bruises." He says it with a harsh slap to your thigh. He was gripping on so tight that you were sure he would keep his promise.

You were sure that the sight awaiting you in the morning would have you wet all over again. You loved the way love brusies looked against your skin. It was a reminder to you that you were not the perfect princess you made yourself out to be. There was something darker lurking underneath.

He pushes inside, and despite his efforts to stretch you out, it still stung. You reveled in the feeling; you loved the way his girth split you open. This angle had you drooling. He was able to hit deep as his hips rocked into yours. You could not keep up; the position had you effectively pinned to the mattress. All you could do was take.

He kisses the knee thats over his shoulder before gripping your thigh tight. He shoves it against your chest before slowing his thurst down to a more sensual drag.

"Look at me. Let me see those eyes," he moans.

He's moving you around like a rag doll again. He has you completely on your back now, switching to missionary to be closer. He leans down and kisses you again. You don't think you could ever get tired of his lips. They were so plump and soft that you couldn't help but bite at them a bit. You could feel your release twitching in your gut, and the power of it scared you. You try to warn Seuangcheol, but he will not let you pull away from his lips for more than a second. You were certain he was completely pussy drunk at this point because he was mumbling nonsense against your lips.

"Feel so good"

"You can take it.”

"You're so wet"

"Good girl"

Those were just some of the ones you could make out. A harsh tremor runs down your spine, and you cum violently. You're pushing him out as you squirt all over his abdomen. You can barely come down, but Seunhcheol recognizes you're at your limit, so he strokes himself as he finishes all over you. Both of you are gasping for breath by the time you're done. This time, sleep hits you like a brick.

When you wake up, you almost think everything was a dream, until you look down and notice you’re still dressed in his clothes. These clothes were different, though and so were the sheets. He must have cleaned you up from the mess you made last night. Your face heats up at the thought of what happened. You carefully look to your side but find that the bed is empty. You breathe a sigh of relief. This was not good—not good at all. 

Rule #1: No unnecessary kissing or touching 

You had now broken two of the contract's most important rules! Do you regret it? No, but still! You had to find a way out; you could not confront him right now. 

As you scope the room for something more appropriate to wear, you find he has laid your clothes out on the nightstand next to the bed. You dress quietly and sneak down the hallway. You peek around the corner and see the front door—your ticket to freedom. The only problem was that the door was just past Seungcheol's kitchen, where he was making breakfast. You can't help but feel bad when you notice him making two plates. He was trying to make sure you ate, and you were plotting your escape. You just needed some time to gather your thoughts; you would face him later. Before you can make a break for it, Kkuma notices you and barks, alerting Cheol, and his voice calls out to you. 

"Have a seat princess; you can leave after breakfast," he says without turning to face you. 

You curse the dog under your breath and head for the kitchen. “Good morning, Cheol.” 

He gives you a plate of eggs and toast in return for your greeting. “Don't make it weird; we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,” he says before sitting down and eating his food. 

You take a seat in front of him and eat silently. As you try to think of something to say to ease the tension, he speaks again before you can get a word out. “Let's just forget about last night, ok?” he says. "When we're done, I'll take you home.” You just swallow your food and nod; you can't lift your head to look him in the eyes.

 It's been five days since the incident with Cheol. You ended up telling him some bullshit excuse as to why you were acting strange. You lied and said you were just missing Joshua's touch and that you apologized for using him to get off. Even you didn't believe the excuse, but he said it was fine, and you have not spoken since. 

Why can't you just be honest with him? You had not given Joshua a second thought since the family dinner, so to hell with him. While you can’t pretend to have never loved him, you were aware that your feelings had changed a long time ago. You knew deep down that you wanted Seungcheol, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. 

The "what ifs" frightened you. What if you screwed it up, like you did with Joshua, and drove him away? You knew you were difficult to deal with at times, but what happens when he just can't take it anymore? You were afraid of losing him, but you knew that if you did nothing, you would lose him regardless. You couldn't bear to think about it any longer, desperate to escape the thoughts that had flooded your mind. 

You text your friends and ask if they have any plans for the night, and they let you know about a party they are going to later. This was exactly what you needed—a night out with friends to remind you of who you were. Hopefully, you will realize that choosing Joshua is the right decision. That was the way things were; you had to maintain the status quo. You let them know you were on your way. 

You meet up with your friends and get completely shitfaced. You had come to this party expecting to forget about him, but all you could think about was Seungcheol and his stupid, cute dog. You could not live without him, and if this party taught you anything, it’s that you would never be able to move on from him.

A few hours passed, and you were starting to feel extremely overstimulated. The music was too loud, the flashing lights were too bright, and the random bodies pressed against you from all sides were not helping. You tried not to freak out. You just need to leave and find somewhere quiet. You are going to be okay. You quickly push through the crowd and rush up the stairs. You had no idea whose house this was, so finding the bathroom was difficult. In a state of urgancy, you simply open the first door you come across. This was not the bathroom, and the couple who occupied the room were not pleased. You close the door and feel your breathing quicken. You need to be alone right now. You try another door and find a different bedroom. You curse your state of inebriation. If you weren’t so drunk, you would probably be able to navigate the house a little better. You open the door next to it and finally find the bathroom. By the time you cross the threshold and lock the door behind you, you have had a total breakdown.   

So much was happening, both physically and mentally. Your physical senses were still reeling, and your mind could not find a single coherent thought to focus on other than Seungcheol. You crawl into the tub, and the cool surface soothes you a little. Feeling lost and unsure of what to do, you take out your phone and dial the first number you find. Maybe someone else could make sense of your thoughts if you couldn't. When a voice responds, you dump everything on them.

"Why do I feel this way?" It really hurts." You slur and can hear the voice on the other line worrying, but you can’t make out what they are saying. 

“I hate him so much. I should be with Joshua, but he had to go and ruin everything! It wasn't supposed to be like this, but no matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about him. I think I love him, but no matter how I feel, he will never love me back." You ramble.

The voice speaks again, but you can only make out the word "who."

“That dumb Cheol! He's so stupid! I hate him. Why did he have to go and make me fall in love." Your voice cracks, and you start crying. 

Your makeup was undoubtedly ruined by this point. You no longer hear the voice on the other end of the line. You check your phone and see that they have hung up on you. When you realize you are alone, you cry more. 

You must have cried so hard that you fell asleep because you kept slipping in and out of consciousness. When you wake up, someone pulls you out of the bathtub and carries you in their arms. You fall asleep against their chest. A car jolts you back to consciousness, and as you drive away from the party, you discover that you are strapped in the passenger seat of a familiar car. The alcohol in your system is still too strong, and you are asleep again. When you wake up again, warm, gentle hands sweep the makeup from your face and tuck you into a warm, cozy bed.

You didn't open your eyes to see who the hands belonged to; all you knew was that you felt safe in their presence. You drift off to sleep again with a smile on your face 

You groan in agony as you awaken to the sun shining on your face. You bury your head under your pillow to get some more much-needed rest. You try to drift off again, but you realize something is wrong. These sheets felt familiar, but not in the sense that they belonged to you. You sit up in bed, taking in your surroundings. You were in Sungcheol's bed! Although you were still wearing your party dress, your makeup had been taken off and your hair had been taken out of its tight ponytail. You do not see Seungcheol anywhere, so you get out of bed to find him. If anyone could explain how you ended up here, it would be him. 

As you enter his kitchen, you are confronted with a familiar scene: Seungcheol is cooking breakfast with his back to you, his broad shoulders flexed as he beat the eggs. You clear your throat and he turns towards you. 

"You’re not gonna run away from me this time, are you?" He jokes, but there is a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"What happened last night?" You ask before taking a seat at the table. Still too exhausted to think clearly, you yawn and rest your head against the table. 

"You were so messed up when you called me last night; you refused to answer any of my questions. I had no idea where you were or who you were with, so I called some of your friends, and they told me where I could find you," he explains as he continues to cook breakfast.

Your face immediately warms up as memories from last night flood back. You pray that you didn't really confess to him and that you were simply remembering incorrectly.

"Do you remember what you said on the phone?" He hesitates to ask as he plates your food.

There is no point in trying to hide it; you might as well rip the bandage off.

"I remember what I said—or at least some of it," you admit nervously. "If you are asking if I remember telling you that I love you, then yes," you respond. You don't think your ego could take it if he rejected you.

He sets a plate in front of you and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"I’m proud of you for not running away this time," he jokes affectionately.  

“Did you know this whole time?”

“No,but I knew you needed time to sort something out.” 

“Do you love me?” you Say hesitantly 

“thought i made that obvious when i ate you out?” 

The eggs you have been pushing around your plate suddenly catch your attention as your face instantly becomes heated.

“Dont get shy on me now princess. You didn't get the message? Do i need to show you again?”

"Oh, i think i got it,” you sqeak

"No, come here baby, let me show you how much I love you,” he teases. 

"Let us eat first, then I am all yours," you promise. You knew the food would have gone cold by the time he was finished with you. You did not want his hard work to be in vain.

Later, Seungcheol has you pinned to the bed. After your breakfast conversation, you could not keep your hands to yourself. As you two became entangled in the sheets, you were stripped down to your bare skin. 

You had been craving his touch without even realizing it. He had big, rough hands, and you loved how they felt on your skin. Seungcheol appears to be taking his time with you, kissing every inch of your body and leaving no part of you unseen. He trailed kisses from your collarbone all the way to your ankle. Despite being rough around the edges, he could be surprisingly gentle. You enjoy how he treats you like a goddess, so you just relax and accept everything he has to offer.

At last, he moves back up your body and gives you a passionate kiss. As soon as he pulls away, he cannot resist admiring your face. He studies your features and plants a kiss, first on your eyelids, then on your nose, and lastly on your lips. He seals his lips with yours in a quick kiss before he pulls away and spreads your legs to plant kisses where you most need them. You were practically ashamed of the mess he would discover. You had been dripping all over his sheets while he worshipped your body.  

“so dirty, I really need to teach you not to make such a mess,” he teases. “Dont worry, I'll Always be here to clean it up.” 

The way he sloppily eats at you has your back in a permanent arc. your legs shake at the harsh slurps and the deep thrusts of his tongue into your pussy. You despised how easily he could rile you up and have you wrapped around his finger. It was supposed to be the other way around.

No matter how hard you tried to will your hips to stay down, you couldn't help but grind against his face. Seungcheol was not helping your case either, as he drew you closer, wrapping his arms around your legs and laying his warm palms against your stomach. He massages the skin there before moving his hands up and groping your boobs.

All the sensations were becoming to much, and you knew you could finish on his tongue alone. You grab his hands and intertwine your fingers as you brace yourself. Your climax hits you like a wave, and you try not to drown as you hold on tight. Your legs shake pathetically around his head as he places a few more kisses on your clit before pulling off. He gives you a few moments to catch your breath as he places wandering kisses against your hot skin. Once your breathing returns to normal, he lines up at your entrance, waiting and silently asking for permission with his eyes. 

You nod hastily because, if he wasn’t seven inches inside of you, you would bite his head off in the next five seconds. He slips inside, grinning at your impatience. You make an effort to keep up with his thrusts, despite the fact that you are already sensitive after your first orgasm. He presses his hips into yours repeatedly while nestling deeply in the bend of your neck. He was breathing heavily in your neck, and you could hear him straining to keep his moans at bay.

The way your wet pussy claps against his abdomen and smears all of your juices on his skin is really messy. Your skin makes a wet applause as his hips chase yours. 

Gripping the powerful muscles of his back, you were unable to keep your hands still. His thrusts picked up speed, and you could sense he was getting close to the climax as you held on tightly. He moans as he finishes inside. His sounds were heavenly, and you cum again at the sensation of being filled with his cum.

You are definitely going to pass out. His arms comfortably encircle you as you feel him draw your body up against his side. You fall asleep, and when you close your eyes, you know you will wake up right where you need to be. 

A/N: Thank you for reading! Honestly, this was a fic idea that I have had for awhile. This has been sitting in my drafts for at least a year. I really wanted to trash it, but I stomped on business and finished. Hopefully you enjoyed it, because I'm not really feeling this one. I really didn't feel like writing a full scene for this, but I didn't want to leave you hanging, so excuse it if its rushed.

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a very small, tiny, itty bitty detail i love to see in other peoples drawings of the Losers, especially as adults or young adults even, is what kind of fashion is given to them

like its almost a given that everyones Richie has some weird collection of shitty t-shirts with some nerd thing attached to it. Or brightly colored button ups with polka dots and stripes.

Eddie seems to stump everyone because i've seen him from everything to sweaters, to expensive formal wear, to neon rainbow tank tops. Personally i always saw that guy, with his bright pink and blue polo shirts and simple plain tees, as just a mixed bag of beans. He still dresses like mommy picked out clothes that she thinks would look super handsome on him, with his little stiff gelled combed hair to match. But he rarely, probably has anything that has actual words or icons on his shirts. Maybe a national park sweater here and there, that guy probably loooves gift shops. I think now with his big boy money he'll stray away from his usual get up, splurge a little, buy something branded, something new and expensive. Also something stupid, like shoes that are way too expensive. He's a fake sneakerhead, only really investing in brands he THINKS are cool or trendy. Not that he cares too much about being trendy and cool, like Richie probably does. Just...gets an ear worm sometimes, whispering to him about how they aren't that bad looking, and that he's buying it for himself, not because some jackass on tv wore them. Maybe a shiny new watch too, and maybe even a band shirt for pj-only purposes. Otherwise he's pretty strict on his expenses and just buys what fits and works as a shirt, pants, etc. Comfort over design, squarish in appearance, boxy and casually professional. I don't see him wearing a suit outside of work or waltzing into his nearest cheap café with a confident blazer and matching ironed pants. I doubt that guy even owns an iron, probably forgot to even buy one after mummy-kins passed. Even after she screeched and raved about it too, and he just ignored her tangents, assuming it wasn't even that important, all while his shirts became crinklier and sadder much like him. Sometimes i see people make him almost tooooo strict and formal and buttoned up, to y'know match Richies more casual and stoner-dork like style that's sometimes assigned to him. But Eddie, to me, is always a business casual kinda guy. Like, paid business trip to a golf course casual. Throwing on what's comfortable, giving a healthy amount of thought to what people might think of you. You will NOT find this man dressed to the nines at home, but he does, in fact, have a little pocket protector on his stupid shirt. With a pen or pencil thrown in just to make use of it, an old candy wrapper he forgot about and WILL get washed with it, or a few crumbs from his earlier microwaved breakfast burrito he had to scarf down before Myra had something to say about its ""toxic"" ingredients.

His clothes probably vary in size by a very small margin. Knowing a ball park guess of his pants and shirt sizes, always forgetting to add in it going through the washer, or how a size 30 is a size 31 in Canada or whatever. Probably because he was so used to mummy buying everything for him, even into his early 20s in college. Now he's free from her suffocating grasp, he still copies her sense of fashion and rarely does anything outlandish or fashionable. I think later down the line, in the cannon he survives and goes off to live a happily ever after with Richie, that he'd begin to explore a bit more. Getting that sugar baby money helps, and he'd have to try and buck up with Richie, trying to copy him slightly in terms of fashion.

He's a bland man Sarah, a BLAND man!

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Spoilers for DnP Incohearent!!!!

I’m having so much fun trying to solve these that I made a list to keep track! Message if you can help me fill in any I’m missing or if I’ve got any wrong!!!

Also lmk if you see any I’ve missed!! I’m going to keep updating this and have it unrebloggable but you can reblog this post to have a link to it!

These are all gathered from this post and this post so check the notes on those first to try to solve them then look here if you need answers!

Sow march cheer ray = so much cherry

Wee nay urn for uke oye yer tub = we’ve never fucked on youtube?

Ta fold in fig = the golden pig

Feed hay hid eho = vday video

Tat he won ape hit morse him he = daddy want a bit more simmy

Watt ken ice hay = what can I say

North key bus teabag king = naughty busty baking

Fool tie enter nit hobo / fall tie mint her nepo moe / fault aye mint earn are ohm owe/ foul thyme inch hermit hole mold = full time internet homo

Cumin mile aid deed or = come in my ladydoor

Hum hay zinc tan = amazingdan

Elven ower fug sedge own = eleven hour fuck session

An berry moth ribeye adam stir = and every month we buy a hamster

March rest array = Manchester eye

Cyst herding yell = sister daniel

Add a ding teps = editing tips

Cop dubai khaki luna = topped by kakuna

Late eat tore = ladydoor

Half tugger etch two eggs cyst = have the courage to exist

Perish she end wink = Parisian twink

Coal ten big/ goal then pick = golden pig

Cyst ordain yell = sister daniel

Train youth inks = try new things

Gay mean moss/ gain ink mass = gamingmas

Soften need = soft and neat

A wools lied = owl slide

Topper bought them hill = top or bottom Phil

Coat fit firenze = golf with friends???

Few ours pig meow fits = viewers pick my outfits

Read less tar = red lester

Eye eight soup igloo = I ate super glue

Insight youth era too walls = inside you there are two wolves

Mine amy stan = my name is Dan

Clap hella = glabella

Hiss teeth rent = hits different

Eel eyes apron kay kiss = Eliza pancakes

See pram haze ink bra jet = super amazing project

Feels lie yawn = phils lion

Fuel ease snot dawn fair = Phil is not on fire

Jaw shush ear son = josh hutcherson

Ball bull him tour food = bauble in your foot?

Sure eck = shrek

High ate dust = hiatus

Add a dink deps = editing tips

Ga hay shoom air age = gay shoe marriage

Pope eat plate aim = poppy playtime

Eat aches stu = it takes two

Goo gal few ed = google feud

Baze ick lee eye meg ay = basically I’m gay

Ko min yout ti ew = coming out to you

Ender knit subvert grew oop = internet support group

Phylis turn yar a sheen yes = PHIL LESTER YOU’RE A GENIUS

With Audi intern yet wean ed brr wood halve mat = without the internet we never would have met

Gum ban yins drool I’ve = companions through life

Reed sons wide answer flail = reasons why dans a fail

Ewan dam ah some are reed = you and Dan are so married

Denver sis fill/ Denver cis full = Dan vs Phil

Or lawn huffing = all or nothing

Dunk rye core raft = don’t cry craft

Mortal jester roam and thick/ Morph adjust row antic = more than just romantic

So wall how debris poll light = swallow to be polite???

Oar hinge art = orange heart

Foray virgo em = forever home

Chai reel loop/ share real oob = cherry lube

Cad boyd anne = cat boy dan

Far turf ill lip = father philip

Tess lit hen ink = the slittening

Forth house indie rolled or touches = four thousand year old tortoises

Hey moth swish roundup floating = a month without uploading

Jam march let pet tea an farms = Je mange les petit enfants

Day lion howl tour = Dalien Howlter

Ima let all kit = I’m a little kit

Feel pearl lays shell ter = Phil plays shelter

Fewer blue key app ending = viewer spooky happenings

Hell low iam tour reel = hello I am Toriel

Laugh tuh gey mile kuh = left to get milk

Villas eek wreck why vuh = Phil’s secret wife

Footy strain gin said dent = ___ strange incident????

Snow core play sum = snokoplasm

Nope puts cereal sleeping mage innit = no but seriously imagine it

Tear rip pulling flu hence = terrible influence

Jeff why eye aisle hike vague liner = fyi I like vagina

Eggs intense all cry cis = existential crisis

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[ssahotchnerr]

okay but imagine being super rich and being able to spoil the hell out of aaron and jack <3 idk why but im just in my imaginative sugar mommy era rn.

it's literally just you expressing your insane amount of love for the both of them 🥹💕 hehe your love language is gift giving; like if you have that much money, you'd so much rather spend it on them than yourself <3

buying aaron the most expensive suit and ties 😵‍💫🦋 his closet is literally full of them. and he wears them with such pride too 😵‍💫 UGH there's just something so hot about him wearing lavish suits while interrogating unsubs <3 yes he will scream at you AND look good while doing it <333 and the expensive colognes😵‍💫 he looks sexy and smells even better. omg and designer luggage for when he's traveling ??? AHHH🦋💕 his go-bag is a louis vuitton <3. imagine the team's reaction when aaron casually scrolls onto the jet with that in hand 😵‍💫 move aside dave there's a new rich man in town

and getting jack everything his little heart desires 🥺 it's in variation, just to prevent the sweet boy from getting greedy or whatnot- he showers you with thank yous always 🥹 <3 but AH a new game console comes out? it's his. and you buy him the most expensive lego sets🥹 which jack is absolutely ecstatic about receiving because how many lil kids can say they have that?!? PLUS you can all work on it together since those big sets have millions of pieces which would not be a very easy task alone >:( and like his daddy <3 he's the most stylish little boy there ever was <3 hehe he has the best shoe game. lil jackers with every pair of jordans there are? you can't deny that's the cutest thing ever hehe <3

AND you three all take the most luxurious and extravagant vacations <3333 different countries, tropical destinations, cruises. hehe this is your favorite way of spoiling them <3 you get special quality time with your boys while making the absolute best memories <3333

and you provide aaron with a county club membership so he can go golfing during his freetime 😵‍💫🦋 in which works out perfectly because you get to be his personal golf caddy <3 but because of you, he's really living that high end lifestyle <3 top shelf whiskey, very fancy dinners, and he, of course, is absolutely so appreciative. hehe and he has his own very special ways of spoiling you in return 🥰🤭🦋

and all of this, you do because they after everything they've gone through together, and simply because you love them oh so very much🥺 they deserve the absolute world and you just want to give that to them in any way you possibly can 😣

[fanfictilltheend]

As promised (since I'm late sorry 😭) Snippet 5 of ❤️‍🔥Violent Heart❤️‍🔥 aka stepdad!mechanic!convict!joel x afab!reader fic

I SWEAR I WROTE THIS BEFORE HE WORE THIS OUTFIT ON GOD I LITERALLY SPOKE IT INTO EXISTENCE YOU CAN THANK ME BELOW 👇

Warnings: Nothing crazy just joel admiration and dressing him up 😍

Context: Joel is Y/N's ex step-father. He just got out of prison for killing David and Y/N (age 20) takes Joel shopping for a new wardrobe.

HERE IS A LINK TO A MASTERLIST OF VIolent Heart STUFF TO TIDE YOU OVER

You take Joel shopping. At his insistence it is nothing fancy, just the local department store. That doesn’t stop you from dressing Joel up in ridiculous outfits of your choosing. You make him try on a hawaiian shirt, some golf polos like your dad liked to wear, a pinstripe suit and he lets you because saying no to you has never been in his vocabulary. He acts grumpy on the outside, but you can tell he is amused. You know in the end you’ll just end up buying every flannel shirt and jeans combo they have in the store, but it’s just fun anyway. You watch the fabric hug his torso, his tummy, the slight bulge at his waist. At one point he comes out shirtless and you try very hard not to swoon as you stare at the hair lining his chest and his adorable little tummy that you for some reason have the urge to bite. The band of his Hanes boxers sticks up past his jeans and he looks so good. He even lets out a genuine smile. The middle-aged sales attendant who is helping you even takes a good look at him which makes the butterflies inside you swarm possessively. 

Finally you make him try on a proper white-collared button-down shirt and black dress pants with matching black shoes and he looks so good you’re actually at a loss for words when he asks you what you think. They hug the curves and lines and planes of his body so nicely. All you can do is ask him to put on a black tie to match and he does at your behest following some customary griping that he would never wear such a monkey suit in the first place. The effect that a fully dressed up Joel has on you is not one to be reckoned with. He might as well be wearing the mens version of lingerie for how it makes you throb and ache between your legs. He looks like a force of nature, commanding and tall. It makes you weak. All you say is,

“Looking good, old-timer.”

He snorts.

HERE IS A LINK TO A MASTERLIST OF VIolent Heart STUFF TO TIDE YOU OVER

[houseofperfecttaste]

Surprisex2

It was Rafe Cameron's birthday, the kook prince, the boy who had everything. You had bought him the new PS5 since it just came out, with two controllers, and you made him a custom one with your nudes on it. You also bought him gift cards to his favorite place and a signed golf ball from his favorite golfer. And this morning you added one more present to the list.......a baby. You sat on the bathroom floor holding the positive pregnancy test in your hand a small smile breaking onto your face. Luckily, you and Rafe talked about kids the other day and how you both want two. You guys have been together for 8 years and both of you are 24 now and ready. Rose had also been asking about grandchildren.

You were so excited to surprise him and he was out for breakfast with Topper and Kelce so you took the opportunity to go out and buy baby clothes and an 'I love my daddy' onesie. You arrived home quickly placing the clothes in a bag covering it with tissue paper and placing the pregnancy test in a card putting it in an envelope taping it to the bag. You placed it with his other gifts then you heard the house door close signaling he was home.

"Baby!" He cheered jogging up the stairs and opening the door to your shared bedroom smiling at your figure on the bed. "Happy birthday sweetie." You got up walking over to him wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "Thank you, baby." He placed his hands on your ass pulling you closer and making you giggle. "How was breakfast with Top and Kelce?" You kissed his jaw and he tilted his head up letting you kiss down his neck. "Hm it was good missed my girlfriend though." He smiled his hands resting on your hips.

"I missed my boyfriend too." You kissed his lips playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "Y'know what I was thinking?" He asked twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. You hummed tilting your head to the side and looking up at him. "I wanna make you my wife." He whispered leaning down to kiss your lips softly making you smile into the kiss. "I want you to be my husband." Your hands were running through his hair admiring all of his features. "I love you, Mrs. Cameron." He teased pecking your nose. "I love you more Mr. Cameron." You watched as he took his shoes off and laid in bed with his arms open. "Come give the birthday boy cuddles."

You jumped into bed next to him cuddling up next to him wrapping your arm around his torso as one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other playing with your hair. "How many people are coming over later?" "About 30." He groaned turning to face you and pulling you into his chest resulting in your nose pressed against his chest not being able to breathe. You pulled away slightly rubbing his back. "I know baby but it'll be fun and I promise it'll the best birthday." "If it's not you owe me." He teased pinching your waist playfully. "Deal."

After a few minutes he fell asleep and you squirmed out of his tight grasp decorating the house for the party and baking about 70 cupcakes. It took you an hour and a half to decorate the house and you put your apron on before gathering all the ingredients for the cupcakes. While you were mixing the frosting you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and a head placed on your shoulder. "What can I do to help?" "Nothing love, there's a golf tournament on go watch it." You smiled up at him it was his birthday you weren't going to let him do anything. "Oooooo can I lick the bowl?" He picked up the bowl containing leftover cupcake batter and you giggled at his childish behavior nodding. "Of course Rafey."

A few hours later people started arriving at your house for the party and you and Rafe were currently cornered in your kitchen stuck in a conversation with Rose. "So you two have been together a long time, when can I be expecting an engagement or baby?" She took a sip of her margarita and you and Rafe looked at each other neither of you knowing what to say. "Soon," Rafe smirked making you look at him questionably.

Once everyone left you and Rafe were sitting on your back porch your legs draped over his as his hand rubbed your thigh and you guys were talking about the party and everything people said or did. “This was the best birthday thank you baby.” He kissed your cheek and you smirked knowing it wasn’t over. “I have one more surprise for you.” You giddily jumped up going upstairs to retrieve the bag with the big surprise in it. You walked back outside looking down into the bag to make sure everything was all good. “Happy” You started dropping the bag when you looked up.

“Oh my god,” You gasped hands flying to cover your mouth as you saw Rafe on one knee in front of you an opened box in his hand with the most beautiful diamond ring. “Y/N Y/L/N I love you with my whole heart I knew you were the one since we were 16. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried kneeling in front of him grabbing his face and kissing him passionately both of you pulling away tears down both of your faces. He slipped the ring onto your finger kissing you again before grabbing your hands and standing up. “It’s beautiful Rafe, absolutely gorgeous." Your hand was extended in front of you your eyes fixated on the ring as you watched it shine.

"I'm glad you love it." He wrapped his arms around you from behind massaging your hips and kissing your neck.

"I love you." You tilted your head to the side giving his more access as your hand reached behind you to play with his hair.

"I love you more." He wiped the tears from your eyes kissing your cheeks. "Alright open your gift baby. Do the envelope first!" You cheered handing him the bag and he sat down on the patio chair pulling you down to sit on his leg. He took the envelope off the bag taking the card out and his eyes widened when seeing what was inside. "You're pregnant?" He looked at you with a dopey grin on his face as you nodded happily. "You're pregnant!" He exclaimed grabbing your face and bringing you in for a kiss and you felt tears hit your nose. You pulled away to see tears falling from his eyes placing his hand on your belly.

"You're gonna be a daddy."

"You're gonna be a mommy." He got on his knees lifting your shirt and placing kisses all over your stomach. "Hi, baby I'm your daddy. I love you so much already." He whispered making you giggle and smile knowing he was going to be the best father in the world.

[cowgurrrl]

Ok listen LISTEN ! I would love to see the twins go through a clingy dad phase. Rockstar!Joel feeling like he won the round and reader just thinking he is ridiculous but still slightly jealous. Please 💛

I love this idea!! I hope you enjoy 💛💛 (ps I’m slowly working through requests so there’s more coming!!)

Lucky

Pairing: rockstar!joel x actress!reader

Summary: this ask

Warnings: none just fluffy reassurances :-)

Thirty-six weeks of sleepless nights spent trying to get comfortable, high-risk doctors, blood test after blood test, and a total carriage of ten pounds of baby only for them to cling to their father three years later. You're not upset. Joel is a great dad. It's one of the reasons you married him. Still, when you're on tour, and the girls only want to hang out with their dad 24/7, even though he's technically working, and your redirections to their favorite things like ice cream and Bluey don't take their mind off their dad, you have to admit you feel a little flustered. It didn't help when Violet told you, "Daddy is more funner than you."

You're not upset. Joel is fun. Especially when he gets all three little kids in a golf cart and races it around whatever stadium you're in. Sam and the girls giggle maniacally as Ellie, JJ, and Dina follow close behind them, giving the security team a little excitement when they accidentally speed past the glass doors where hundreds of fans are already lined up. You swear the screaming shakes the ground when they catch a glimpse of not only Joel but Ellie. When he has to go to soundcheck, you have to wrestle the kids to the green room set aside for your family. Even when you get them set up, the girls cry and whine for their dad, wanting absolutely nothing to do with you.

You're not upset when the three of them dogpile onto Joel the second he can sit down. You're not upset when the girls make drawings for him instead of you. You're not upset when they suddenly resent your bedtime routine and only want their dad, who's on stage and can't just leave to read "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?" You're not upset. You're not upset. You're not upset. You repeat it over and over again as you juggle three kids, all under the age of ten, while simultaneously helping Dina with JJ. No wonder the girls think Joel is more fun than you are.

"I think it's funny." Joel chuckles when you mention it to him after one of his shows and the kids have all gone to bed. You sigh and run a stressed hand through your hair.

"Of course you do."

"Remember when Sam went through the same phase?"

"Yeah, but that was just one kid. This is two. Two who lived in my body for almost nine months and are the reason I pee a little when I sneeze," you're dead serious, but a smirk pulls on Joel's lips. He saunters over to you and grabs your hands before you can defiantly cross them over your chest, and you roll your eyes. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Work your Joel Miller magic. I wanna sulk in my emotions for a little longer."

"Honey," he says gently, and you give him a look. "Are you jealous?" He asks. You want to scoff and push him away and insist that you're not, but you've been together for too long to pull that anymore. You take a deep breath and look down at your joined hands.

"It's stupid." You mumble.

"It's not stupid. Not if it's botherin' you." God fucking dammit, you think. Sometimes, it's annoying how good he is at being a supportive husband. It's not that he doesn't have his moments where he leaves his shoes in the middle of the living room or goes to the store and buys everything except the one thing you asked him to get, but this— making you feel heard and supported— is something he's always been a master at.

"I'm not a rockstar, Joel. When they come to work with you, they get to be loud and crazy and have fun. When they come to my work, they barely understand what I'm doing and why. And to top it all off, they have to be quiet and still. Otherwise, we'll have to reset and start all over again, which makes me stay longer and makes them antsy," you ramble. "Plus, they probably like you more because they've seen the trailers of me kissing other actors and subconsciously think I'm cheating on you."

"Woah, woah, woah," Joel says, struggling to figure out where to start with all the information you just gave him. "First of all, I think you're givin' too much credit to our three and seven-year-olds. Second of all, you're bein' way too mean to my wife." And there it is. The Joel Miller Magic. You sigh and try to get away from the stupidly sweet look in his eyes, but he drops your hands to gently hold your face.

"Those kids love you. I love you. JJ and Isaac love you. You're the glue holdin' us all together. I wouldn't be able to do half the things I do without you by my side. When they asked us to go on tour, you're the one who said we should. You pushed me to make this album. You gave me the biggest inspirations of my life. You are a fuckin' rockstar, baby," he says with so much conviction that you have no choice but to believe him. “This is just a phase. They’ll grow outta it.”

“How happy did it make you to be the one to say that to me instead of the other way around?”

“We don’t gotta get into the logistics.” He says and you laugh. He smiles too and kisses your forehead, swiping affectionate lines across your cheekbones with his thumbs. “Feel better?”

“A little.” You say.

“Only a little?”

“I mean, the parenting compliments were pretty good.”

“Yeah?” He asks and you nod. He kisses your forehead again before trailing down your nose, your cheeks, and jaw before finally kissing your lips. “Would it help if I said somethin’ about how hot you are?”

“Maybe.” You mumble against him and he smiles.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” He says, his voice deep and low the way he knows sends a shivers down your spine. You feel your face flush and hide it in his shoulder, wrapping him in a hug.

“Thank you,” you say sincerely, and he knows it’s not just about the compliments or the physical affection but the reassurances he gave you. He hums, obviously smug as he rubs your back.

"Are you still riding your high of being the fun parent?"

"Oh, yeah."

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[sukunasdirtylaugh]

tags: yakuza!kento x f!reader, reader and nanami don't meet yet but she's in the estate! again, w employer

the next day at your door, you're met with several bags of food. strawberries, loafs of bread, eggs, yogurts, and foods that would surely last you over a month. your employer's chauffer smiles before leaving you with an ankle brace, an ice pack, and three different ointment creams saying, "it's from the boss."

you are utterly met with amazement.

"kento," your employer's voice rings in greeting, "how's my favorite businessman?"

"it's good to hear from you, stephen." kento chuckles, "and no need for the exaggerations, I've been meaning to talk to you again."

"Oh really?" your employer chuckles, "well, so have I. how about we meet up for a game of golf? I'll have the kids stay with their grandmother. there's been someone I've been meaning to talk to you about."

"always straight to the point, huh steph?"

"you know me." he grins, "but you'll be glad this time."

by the time you return to your employer's home, you are already well from your ankle and back on your feet. those ointments he gave you really made a difference, allowing you to recuperate at a faster speed, using some free time to enjoy a book or two you've been blessed by the extra money he had given you to spoil yourself in some of your hobbies. if anything, you hoped to one day own a library as big as the ones you've seen in the movies. own a home where you can comfortably move and cook pastries without worries and live at peace.

several days pass and you're now days away from visiting your employer's friend. you don't know much about him since you'd never ask, but you assume the man is a friend from a similar line of work.

"since I got my kids new clothes," smiles you employer, "I thought I'd buy you something too. it's a dress. and shoes. they should be comfortable and your size, but if you find something wrong, please let me know and I'll make sure to get it changed." there was no amount of kindness in the world your employer had for you. you think it might have been because of what had happened the other week, or he'd seen how much his kids missed you while you were away. whatever the case was, when you tried on that summer dress, you felt you.

the arrival at your employer's friend's house was swift. you didn't see the man, but a few staff members had selected a few goods and treats that just made it impossible not to want to hold a picnic for the children outside. with a blanket and the help of the children, all of you settle for holding a picnic underneath a large tree. the estate of your boss' friend was admirably beautiful, with plants and free space to roam for what felt like acres. and the children at your side were overjoyed at the sight of sandwiches, pastries, fruit, and goods children generally loved to indulge in.

from a distance, you employer chuckles.

"what's so funny?" kento asks, confused for a moment as his friend crosses his arms, shaking his head.

"it's nothing. I was just admiring how happy my kids are with that girl. you know, the nanny I have for my kids. she's a good woman, makes a man think how happy she'd be in a place like this."

"is that your way of getting rid of your employees?" nanami raises a brow, trying to humor the situation in the air. "I told you-"

"-wait till you see her," kento is almost surprised by his friend's words, the certainty makes the bottom of his stomach swirl in curiosity. "but... try not to scare her, okay?"

[slafkovskys]

I miss henry and josh 😭

josh is so excited to take henry golfing for the first time, he’s practically leaping out of his skin when mom agrees to bring on their golf date. goes out and buys him a little outfit and everything, even buys him his first pair of golf shoes for when he’s older.

henry’s only a few months old so all he can do is chill in the shade of the cart with mom while josh tees off, he seems so intrigued by what his dad is doing. he’ll kick his little legs as the club makes contact with the ball and whooshes away, even has the audacity to giggle when josh completely screws up a tee off and the ball just goes to the left causing josh to swear. josh leans his head in the cart and kiss his son’s cheek, “that’s funny, huh?”

“maybe we should invest in some actual golf lessons for him,” mom teases as she smoothed over henry’s hair.

on one of the hole’s henry gets to come out of the cart and josh uses him to help put in the tee, “hole in one, buddy!”

“i don’t think that’s how it works.”

[fredandginger64]

Dean says " telling what I really think of my partner is a hazardous chore. Our partnership in many ways is like a marriage. I dare say we have spent more time together than most married couples do. On the road together while we were mainly doing nightclubs we even roomed together most of the time. We never had a difference of opinion that we couldn't resolve ourselves and very quickly. Indeed, until a bunch of outsiders got into the act, we never had a problem we couldn't resolve by sundown. As a gag sometimes I say that it seems like we've been together 15 years but it's actually 5. Psychologists will tell you the first 10 years of a marriage are the toughest. It's the same with a creative partnership such as ours.

"I don't want to sound stuffy yet in some ways our relationship has been a far greater trial than the usual blending of abilities and efforts towards a common goal. We've worked under continuous pressure and a never ending sussession of deadlines. This sort of thing can try the patience of an angel and you won't see either of us wearing wings. We've matured to the point where we realize no two humans see exactly alike but this need not break up the family. In fact Jerry and I both feel that if either of us had to sacrifice our individuality, the team would suffer irreparable damage. What makes it spark and create the kind of entertainment that our particular public buys is a blending of two divergent personalities. We're not twins identical in temperament and backgrounds- we're "Pardners" which is the name of our new film. Of course I think Jerry works too hard but he doesn't think so, not even when he's so tired he can't see straight. I think he is too generous with material. His clowning on the set, at home or the golf course is frequently more amusing than many specially written acts written and produced in plush cabarets. He's wide open to ideas and appreciates the little things as much as the big ones. He loves everything he does-thats why he insists on working with the writers on our show and our films. That's why every little detail concerns him, every decimal point in a film budget, every curl on an extras' hair. People ask if it's true if Jerry makes most of our decisions concerning our careers. Jerry would be the first to explain that a team needs a spokesman and he frequently speaks for the both of us- but only after we have consulted with each other and thrashed things out. Professionally we think so much alike and our interests are so mutual and I trust him explicitly. Jerry will on day be a highly successful producer if he wants to. He has great executive talent and an inquisitiveness that would get a cat in trouble. His is sensitive yet he can take a joke. I remember when we were playing the Copacabana in New York City. We went out to dinner and got back late, barely in time to dress for the show. We got into our tuxedos in a hurry and could hear the band playing our introductory music. I slipped into my shoes and was halfway out the door yelling for Jerry to hurry. But he couldn't. There he sat, slipping his feet into his patent leather shoes but unable to move them off the floor. No wonder, I had nailed them down as a gag. So he went on in his tuxedo and socks. But he got me back later on. It was my wife's birthday so Jerry sent her a mink coat in my name. Naturally he charged it to me. How was he to know I had already bought her a mink coat that day

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"Until a bunch of outsiders got into the act"

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