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chrisevansonly · 4 months

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Max wanting to spoil you with jewelry but you do not allow him too

Max’s Princess

max verstappen x female reader

summary: max loves to spoil you…the problem? he has to do it secretly

warnings: none very sweet maxie

a/n: these are so fun, idk why i’m so much better at blurbs rn but i’m working on some longer fics i promise 🥰

No.

The one word Max loathed coming from your lips as the two of you went anywhere near shopping malls, designer stores and jewellers around Monaco. It didn’t matter what he did, he couldn’t get you to cave, you’d always been more independent with money and financials, and Max well…

Let’s just say he wanted you to have the princess treatment…always.

So he had to find a creative way to spoil you like he’s always wanted, and that came in the form of being secretive and letting you come home to designer boxes and bags, leaving no room for argument or disagreement.

“Max?!”

Ah yes, there it was, the yell of shock that always came from you when Max did anything remotely close to shopping for you. He guessed you had found the bags from Dior, Van Cleef, Cartier, APM Monaco and Gucci, all placed neatly on the dining room table.

“Hello my love…”

“Don’t ‘my love’ me, what in the world is this!!”

Max smiled, coming over to take your purse from you, setting it down before his hands went to rest on your shoulders.

“This is just a little something for you”

“A little something?! This is thousands of dollars!”

Max couldn’t help but laugh as if that meant anything to him, as soon as you were about to open your mouth, he stopped you by pressing a kiss to your lips.

He wasn’t in the mood to hear anything else from you.

“I love you, so much and you work so at work everyday, for me…keeping this house looking as beautiful as it does and for supporting me during my racing seasons, and even when i leave for training.”

He paused to hold your face gently in his hands

“You deserve the world, and even if I have to give you it in secret, and can’t yet spoil you the way I want, i’ll keep doing it because you deserve every ounce of this”

You’ll admit it was a sweet gesture and the things he’d gotten you whether it be clothes, handbags, jewelry and that time he bought you you’re dream car were gifts you’d been so thankful for. At the end of the day, Max giving his heart to you was the greatest gift of all.

“Thank you Max…I love everything you give me…but I love you more”

Kissing him once more you were quick to pull him into a hug, relaxing into his hold. Even if Max had to keep spoiling you in secret, he knew deep down you loved every second of it. Just as he loved having the chance to love you like he did, and that was something that would never change.

You were his princess, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

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brennenscolby · 1 year

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The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

#kokonoi x reader #koko x reader #yandere kokonoi #kokonoi smut #kokonoi hajime #koko x y/n #kokonoi hajime x reader #Kokonoi x reader smut #Kokonoi hajime x reader smut #hajime kokonoi #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #bonten #tokyo manji gang #bonten timeline #bonten kokonoi #yandere community #community label: mature

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starslyt · 5 months

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𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 － 𝑆． 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜

𝑊𝐶： 800

𝐶𝑊： 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝． 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎． 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠． 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦’𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙

it was just about that time. your belly was stretched as far as it could’ve been. none of your clothes fit anymore and you couldn’t even see fat ma or your toes

at 9 months, you were quite tired of being pregnant. you were seriously regretting letting gojo knock you up but you couldn’t

refuse that sweet whine he let out as he was on his knees just begging to let him give you at least one

you waddled back to the bed and sat down as you heard the door unlock

“hey, mommy, i’m home” gojo’s voice rang in your ears as your face scrunched up in something of disgust and irritation

“i’m in here, papa” you called out anyways as you simply scrolled through tv channels trying to find something but honestly you just settled for some dumb cartoon that you weren’t going to pay attention to

gojo walked into your shared room with a shit ton of begs from different places, from a glance, you seen Louis Vuitton, Channel, Fendi, Gucci

you surely perked up then, you sat up and looked at gojo as he had a dumb grin on his face as he sat every bag infront of you

“don’t worry— this ain’t all of it, it’s just what i found for now—“ gojo spoke as you simply blinked at him confused not even surprised

“you gon be having my baby soon, i gotta spoil you, early push present— er.. presents, mama” gojo spoke as he looked at the smile on your face

you opened everything. purse, belt, shoes, perfume and lotion, clothes. all of it had you shocked especially with that sour attitude you had towards him since you’ve been pregnant

“papa.. you.. awee” you spoke as you looked at him with a quivering lip and teary eyes.

gojo cautiously walked over to you and have you quick kiss and hug “why you crying, mommy? it’s the least i could do—for now” he spoke softly to you

“‘m jus’ sensitive. thank you, papa” you spoke as you suddenly just wanted to hug and kiss all up on him and that’s exactly what you did

when that special day finally came, you were holding your newborn in your arms absolutely geeking over how beautiful she was

soft, unblemished skin and that curly hair and the longest eyelashes. the first hospital night you got a bouquet of roses and the matching teddy bear

“you are something serious.” you couldn’t help but giggle as the nurses looked at you and smiled seeing how excited your baby daddy really was

the second hospital night, you were just laying there watching the terrible hospital tv and attempting to stomach what the nurses gave you to eat

the white haired man walked in with a smile on his face, you looked at him trying to figure out what made him smile that much— the baby was in the nursery with all the other babies and the way he came he didn’t just leave from there

no words were exchanged but he grabbed your left hand and slid a ring on your ring finger. your eyes widened as you looked at it and back up at him “satoru.. “ you said softly, breathless

“yeah. cmon mommy, marry me? we already got our own lil family. you the only one that ain’t got my last name” he spoke looking at you with those icy blue eyes and you smiled

“absolutely, papa.” you giggled at his proposition and his reasoning. at that moment one of the nurses brought your baby in per gojo’s request.

you picked her up and smiled at your shared daughter “looks like we gon be a lil family for real, princess.” you spoke to her as you kissed her forehead

the third and last hospital morning, gojo carried your bags as you sat in that wheelchair that a nurse pushed as you were holding onto your little one

you left out the front doors to see a black G-wagon parked in the pickup area with a big red bow on it, your jaw dropped

“satoru.. you’re joking.” you spoke as you looked at him as he smiled “perks of having a rich baby daddy” satoru spoke as he unlocked the car door as the nurse helped you get situated and sent you three on your way

“just wait til these 6 weeks up. you gon get it real good.. just wait.” you spoke as he smirked at you and drove the three of you home

#starbabies #writers on tumblr #anime #fiction #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #x black fem reader #jjk #starslyt

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nyc-looks · 1 year

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Sebi, 27 Maria, 25

Sebi: “I am wearing Ralph Lauren suit and turtleneck, Celine sunglasses, Versace Chain reaction sneakers, and Gucci beret. I am inspired by 80s/90s New York, Milano and international street style from my travels.”

Maria: “I am wearing a vintage Scottish kilt, boxing boots from a Ukranian vendor, second-hand Margiela bomber, Muji long-sleeve shirt, and my mother’s Dior sunglasses and vintage purse. My inspiration: Mangas like Skip Beat and Strawberry Marshmallow, thinking myself as a cartoon character, I don’t care if it is inconvenient to wear.. and my mother always had a killer style.”

Apr 8, 2023 ∙ SoHo

#nyc looks #street style #street fashion #street snap #style #outfit #fashion #eye contact #vintage #thrifted #secondhand #ralph lauren suit #margiela bomber #boxing shoes #gucci beret #celine sunglasses

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harrieatthemet · 1 year

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Pantry

In which Harry invents ‘fun day’ and Angel Baby tries to keep a secret.

You were very clear. At least you thought you were.

“Absolutely no more skipping school” and you stood your ground, despite the two sullen faces looking at back at you, “understand?”

The only thing you hate more than being the bad cop: being out of the loop. Which is exactly the position you found yourself in three weeks ago, twice, when Harry kept angel baby home from school for ‘fun day’. And ‘fun day’ typically leads to the principal phoning your cell to ask if she’s sick. She must be, since she’s out of school. And what you hate more than being out of the loop and being the tough parent is having to lie.

“Was fo’ a fun day,” he pleaded his case for hours afterwards, “and I was missing her so bad!”

“If you let her skip again, she’s gonna be the only one having any fun” and really you thought this threat would be enough, “your right hand isn’t as fun as my mouth.”

The look of fear in his eye, an exasperated reaction to the indefinite absence of blowjobs, gave you the impression that he’d put a pause on ‘fun day’ for a while. Which is exactly what he needed you to think. He’d even laid on a little extra moping last night; pouting about how ‘unfair’ it was that he was only home for three days and had to wait until school was over. Disneyland was in the cards all along, which was likely why he pushed you to enjoy your day with friends for ‘as long as you want’.

Clearly you were too quick to jump to conclusions. There was gonna be a ‘fun day’ whether you wanted it or not, and your friends have the photos to prove it.

“Harry’s such a good dad,” one of them gushes, phone attached to her hand, “he was definitely meant to have a little girl.”

You nod in agreement before swallowing a mouthful of iced tea, smiling when the rest of your friends glance at the phone and coo in unison. He is very good with her; very invested and attentive. And definitely meant to be a girl dad, you agree; he’s never shied away from wearing tutus or sloppy blue eyeshadow out of the house. You wait for your turn to gawk at the phone proudly, eager to see whatever article is praising Harry as dad of the year.

“Look at the second one,” your other friend chirps, “he’s having more fun than she is. (Y/N) look how cute these are!”

She extends her arm across the table with the phone in tow as she eagerly waits for you two swoon like they are.

Angel baby’s clad head to toe in Disney swag; the ears on her head are sandwiched between two braids, a light up balloon in one hand and Harry’s hand in her other. You’re looking at her colorful butterfly face paint before you notice her shoes; brand new Gucci ballet flats. The same ones Harry brought home from London yesterday and the same ones she wore this morning. For the first time.

“Fucking fun day.” You’re muttering as you tuck a few things away in your purse.

He was a little too keen on driving her to school this morning; a little too insistent you needed an afternoon out with friends. He was a little too excited to get you out of the house altogether. Harry’s a lot of things; a man of empathy being one of them. He wants to take care of everyone all the time and it’s admirable. But he’s also a sneaky son of a bitch, which is exactly all you manage to digress to your friends before excusing yourself from lunch.

It’s not like he wanted to lie. He didn’t want to be sneaky. If anything, it’s really your own fault. Had you jumped on the ‘fun day’ bandwagon he could’ve gotten tickets for three instead of two. You’re a ‘fun day hater’, he tells angel baby, so there was no other choice but to withhold his plans. So he needed to make sure that you were properly distracted, which meant being a little bit sneaky and swearing angel baby to complete secrecy. Which she was fine with; that little girl is a vault and whatever Harry tells her, he knows she’s good on keeping it locked away.

Not that it mattered because he beat you home. He’s smug when he pulls into the driveway. Your cars absent which reassures him he’s just that good. He’s about ready to relish in the victory when he shuts the front door behind him. And as he readies himself to ask angel baby if she enjoyed her day whilst following her into the kitchen, he hears it; the shutting of a car door.

How naive of him to think he had at least another hour; both him and angel baby lock widened eyes across the kitchen counter. He knows your’re about a handful of seconds away from hitting that front door and he becomes royally screwed. It’s not nearly enough time for angel baby to get upstairs; she can’t move those little legs that fast. A quick sweep across the room is all it takes for him before he lands on the door to the pantry, then glances back at the wide eyed toddler right across from him.

“Oi,” he scurries to her side of the kitchen, scooping her up and fast-pacing it to the door, “m’gonna hide y’from mummy, okay peach?”

This is somewhat amusing to her. Angel baby is just that; an angel. She knows she’d never catch any heat for this. Harry’s gonna fall on that sword like always, she’s just along for the ride. That’s why she lets one of those amused belly laughs out after catching the panicked look scribbled all over his face. When he puts her down before handing her a snack from one of the shelves to keep her occupied, she can’t help but giggle again.

“Just fo’ a minute, okay?” And he’s trying to shove in all the fucking toys he impulse bought as gently as possible, “Can y’be super quiet f’daddy?”

She’s giggling at how frantic he is, “you’re in troubleeee”

“Course not,” he whispers, backing out of the door before mumbling under his breath, “not yet, anyways.”

He refuses to close it all the way; instead just encouraging her to sit quietly underneath one of the shelves. It does dawn on him to pile up a few bags of chips to better fuse her in with the abundance of snacks, but he doesn’t have time. He can hear you call his name out from the hall before you spawn a few feet away from him.

“Helloooooo there,” it’s obvious in his tone that he’s up to something, “y’home a bit early.”

“I am,” and you’re onto him, he can see it in your face, “figured we could pick our girl up from school together.”

He insisted that he’d be the one to do school pick up - much like he insisted to be the one for morning dropping off, too. And you thought it was sweet; it’s just an excuse to spend a couple extra minutes with her when he could, give you a break and take on whatever responsibility possible now that’s he home for a few days. But now you feel like you finally have the upper hand; he thinks he’s so clever with his rouse when he smiles at you. It’s amusing to you how he’s got no idea your kid is somewhere hiding in this house. She’s probably still in her Disney t-shirt.

Honestly, whatever you summed it up to be was fine with him. He didn’t care; as long as he managed to finesse her out of school and into a Mickey Mouse hat without suspicion was all he needed. What he hadn’t taken into account was you flipping the script and cancelling your lunch plans. He also didn’t take into account the fact that this isn’t the Stone Age; he’s an A-list celebrity galavanting around the most crowded amusement park in a society where everyone has their phones out. Really, he should’ve thought of that beforehand.

Because now he’s got angel baby hidden in the snack closet with all 13 of her Disney souvenirs.

“No need,” he insists, watching you slide your purse onto the counter, “told y’I would.”

He awkwardly shuffles a little to his left in an attempt to divert your attention away from the pantry door. It’s almost like he’s walking funny; awkwardly dancing over to you to give you the hello kiss he assumed you were waiting for.

“I know,” you hum when he lays a kiss to your temple, “but I thought, y’know, since you’re home we could pull her out early.”

“When,” he blurts, “like, y’wanna grab her right now?”

“Why not,” you’re baiting him and he has no idea, “we could take her to the beach, do something fun.”

He’s squinting his eyes at you because, let’s be honest, he knows you well enough to figure out when you’ve got something cooking. Especially when it comes to prioritizing fun over academics. Yes, you know kindergarten is not college and she’s not learning the cure for cancer. He’s argued that point about fifty times. Which is why he remembers you very clearly reiterating that school is important. So why are you switching sides all of the sudden and so unprovoked?

“S’a good idea,” he nods a little too aggressively, “how ‘bout y’head upstairs ’n fish out some bathing suits while I sign her out, yeah?”

If he can just get you upstairs and out of the way, he thinks he’d have about a solid 3 and a half minutes to fish angel baby out from the closet and smuggle her to the car. He’ll worry about the toys later, but he can do a loop around the neighborhood once or twice and come back like he just snagged her out music class.

“No, no,” and of course you’ve pissed all over his get out of jail free plan, “we should go together.”

He exhales, shaking his head like somehow it’ll drudge up a good excuse for why he should probably go on his own. He can’t really think of anything; he’s lagging and you’re boring a stare so heavy at him he feels it burning a hole through his forehead. And he thinks he’s got something but as he opens his mouth to say it, he’s promptly interrupted by loud tousling coming from the pantry.

So you get serious and dart your eyes between Harry and the door, “What was that?”

“Weird,” he’s acting confused but really, it’s such horrible acting that you wonder how he landed three roles in three different movies, “don’t hear anything.”

Angel baby can’t for the life of her help him out here, because louder tousling erupts from the pantry. He knows she’s about elbow deep in a bag full of goldfish. All he needed, he thought, was just a few more minutes to throw you off. But you look at him, eyebrows raised, and he can’t ward off the look on his face; like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“That bloody cat,” it was all he could think of under pressure, “real menace, he is, always getting into th’snack cabinet.”

The jig is up. He knows it, and you’re tired of playing the long game. So you stride past him before he shuts his eyes. He’s caught red handed and there’s no way he’ll drum up a good lie for why he tucked angel baby in between the tortilla chips and canisters of spaghetti. She tousles around in there a little more before your hand falls on the knob, blowing the door and his chance for another fun day wide open. He turns around apprehensively to size up your reaction; he wants to get an idea of how bad the outcome is gonna be.

But he melts at his little girl, her face painted as she sits aside all her toys and smirks innocently up at you and giggles, “I was hiding good, huh?”

“The snack closet,” you groan, cocking your head at Harry “Seriously?”

He’s got nothing to say; he knows what he did. It was just the most convenient place to put her on short notice. He looks right past you though and shoots angel baby a lopsided smile. You and him are in the same boat; she’s too wholesome to get stern with. Especially when she’s doing her toothy grin with a face painted like a butterfly. You tilt your head at her though before sighing. A good talk about lying can take place later; right now you’ve got another liar to deal with.

“Why don’t you take a few of these toys upstairs,” you encourage, gesturing the pile of trinkets she’s surrounded by, “put those away so I can talk t’daddy.”

She grabs as many as she can fit in her hand, which would be a solid two toys, and leaves the rest for you to manage before she embarks on her journey upstairs. Not before stopping by Harry, apologizing for not keeping his secret. And she also apologizes for snagging as many Oreos she could and stuffing them in her pocket to bring with her upstairs. She makes sure to keep that part hushed so it doesn’t fall on your ears. Then he’s left with you - not the ending he was hoping for after enjoying a day with angel baby. Your arms are folded, face flat in annoyance before you do that thing he fears most; that annoyed breath of air out before shifting your weight onto one hip. Seriously, it terrifies him.

“Know y’mad,” he puts both his hands up in surrender, “but m’leaving again soon and I thought, hey she hasn’t been t’Disney lately and-“

“That’s more important to you than going to school and learning?” Your tone tells him he’s not gonna maneuver out of this by being cheeky, “going to Disney? She’s not learning anything in Disney.”

“Sure she is!”

“Right,” oh now you’re being sarcastic, he’s really done it, “ because It’s A Small World and Mickey Mouses’ legacy is really gonna shape her educational development.”

“I mean,” where he’s gonna go with this, not even he’s so sure right now, “Mickey’s got his own franchise, could probably learn something there.”

He landed the point but it totally crashed and burned. Epically, because you roll your eyes and reach for one of the stuffed dolls angel baby left behind to hurl it at him. Really he’s not trying to make a joke out of this. And he swears he won’t do this again. Touring is coming to an end so there’s no need to honestly. But he doesn’t want his brief trip home to be infiltrated by hostility; he’s just trying to make light of the situation. You’re not biting though. For a minute he thinks you are because you uncross your arms and start to walk away. Not before breaking the bad news to him.

“I’m taking you off the pick up list indefinitely,” the words come so nonchalantly from you and he acts like you shot him, going to argue the unfairness before he’s swiftly cut off, “and if you argue that I’ll take you off for good. You know I will.”

“And I don’t get any blowies before I leave?” he exhales; he’s gotta ask to prepare himself for an answer, “how long am I being punished?”

“Long,” you nod affirmatively but he frowns in response, sighing as you stroll by and pat him on the back, “that right arm’ll be real strong.”

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Wheelman Chapter Two - Heating Things Up (Contains Graphic Sexual Description, Gunfight & Murder)

So, because I made a fool out of myself yesterday, and posted the wrong story. Wheelman is posted today. So so sorry.. Anyway. I hope you enjoy!

– You just ran away with their money? What did you think they were going to do?

You ask, you’re still mad that he stole your car. But since you’re already in this messed up situation, you might as well make conversation.

– Did you see the biker?

He asks, as he gets out of the passenger seat, and lies down on his back in the backseat instead. Casually putting his hands behind his head, revealing a pretty distinct V shaped lower body.

– Yeah! I saw him..

– Well, he showed up out of fucking nowhere. Took a shot at me. So I got the fuck out of there.

– Understandable! Why didn’t you shoot back?

– It was either that or my money. I chose the money! And how did you know I was packing?

You sigh and sit down in the back seat. Back against him. You can feel that he’s looking at you. Suddenly you feel cold. It isn’t exactly warm here in the middle of the night, and your hangover isn’t helping.

– Are you cold?

– Eh.. Just my hangover messing with me. No big deal.

He sits up. Takes off his jacket, puts it over your shoulders. Before he puts his arms around you.

– Here! Does this help?

– A little bit.

– Come here!

He drags you into the backseat, before leaning over you and close the door.

– Let’s get you sobered up.

He pulls you close, and rubs your back.

– I’m sorry for taking your car, alright. I needed a fast car. This one is. I can reimburse you for the rims.

– I don’t want your fucking robbery money!

He looks down at you, resting your head on his chest. Looks like he didn’t expect your outburst.

– Hey, I’m just trying to help out.

You sit up. Take off his jacket.

– Do I look like a person that needs help with money?

He looks you up and down. Your Gucci dress hugging your body, complementing all the right curves. Your Louis Vuitton purse. The Diamond necklace around your neck, and the jewellery in your ears. And of course there’s the car.

– You’re well off!?

You’re unsure if it’s a question or a statement. So you don’t answer. You look down, he leans over you, to get his jacket back over your shoulders.

– I don’t want your fucking jacket!

You look up. And your face collide with his. You don’t know if it’s intentional or not. But his lips meets yours. You both stop. Look at each other for a second. Before you collide together again. Hands roaming each others bodies like your lifes depended on it.

His hands finds the zipper on your dress, dragging it down. Before pushing the straps down from your shoulders. You pull his shirt over his head. Then you take his gun. Tucked down the back of his pants. Placing it on the floor.

He drags you up in his lap, you strattle him. Your dress pushed up around your waist. Without wasting any more time. He unbuckle himself, before pushing your underwear to the side and entering you. Grabbing your lower back, pushing you on to him.

– Fuck!

He gasps. Following your movements. You wrap your arms under his arms and over his shoulders to steady yourself. Pushing yourself down on him over and over. Breathing together in the intensity that is this situation.

The fact that you both know what kind of situation you’re in makes the whole thing all that more exhilarating.

– Move your arms! Let me see you!

He hisses. You let go of his shoulders, instead you lean back and steady yourself on the tunnel console. His hands moves up to your breasts cupping them both. Squeezing gently. Before travelling down your stomach, grabbing your hips, then he ups the pace. Fucking you raw in the back of your car.

– Shit! Fuck me!

He lets go of your hips again. Moving his hands up to your breasts.

– Start to move. Ride me!

He commands! You slowly start to move. Fuck! The angle he’s pushing inside you makes you tense up. You’re shaking moving up and down on top of him.

– Faster!

He commands again. You try to pick up your pace. But it’s impossible. Every time he hits that spot inside of you, you tense up.

He looks down, watching himself glide in and out of you, every time you move. He sits there for a while. Marveling your wetness, glistening all over him.

Then he wraps one of his arms around your waist dragging you into him, and mercilessly fucks you as hard as he possibly can. Breathing heavily into your skin, his body tenses up, his arms pulling you even closer, before he leans back and look up at the headliner. You lean into him, and place some soft kisses on his neck.

– That was fucking fantastic!

He says while pulling you into a kiss.

– Are you sobered up yet?

– My headache is gone!

– Good! And do you feel cold at all?

– No. I’m all good!

– I did my job then.

He says with a smirk. Before he kisses you. You sink into the kiss, but then you hear a noise outside. You quickly lean back, grab both his and your gun, that you hid under the passenger seat, before you blast six rounds out each of your backdoor windows.

When you’re done, you quickly untangle yourself from each other. Put your clothes back on. The whole time he’s looking at you, shocked.

– What the fuck, lady! How did you know how to do that?

– I don’t exactly live a quiet life!

You say, while pulling your straps back on your shoulders. Give him back his gun. You exit the car on different sides, walk over to the persons lying on the ground. You look over at him.

– Is he dead?

He looks down at the biker. One of your bullets went straight through his visor.

– Definitely! How about him?

He gestures to the guy lying on your side of the car. You look down at him for a while, before you put a bullet in his forehead.

– He is now!

You get back to the car. Get in the drivers seat. He keeps looking at you. Still shocked.

– What are you waiting for? They know where we are. Let’s move!

Finally he gets in the passenger seat. He still looks shocked, but at least he’s coming with you.

– Want to see what this baby can really do?

You say with a smirk, starting the car.

– Go for it!

You put the car in reverse clamping in the gas, turning the wheel, drifting the car around. He puts one of his hands on your dash.

– Damn girl!

– This side of the table is actually quite fun! Usually I help catch people like you!

He looks at you. Narrowing his brows.

– You’re a cop?

You laugh, while driving out of the parking garage, and speed up, down the street.

– Not really. My part of the job is way more fun… And pays much much better..

He sits back in the passenger seat. Slowly moving his head so he can look at you.

– Fuck! You’re a bounty hunter?!?

You send him a little smile.

– Well. My father is. I sometimes work for him. Undercover stuff mostly.

He keeps looking at you, nervous.

– Relax, I’m not gonna turn you in!

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𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝟘𝟘𝟙. - 𝕛𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕𝕪

he was born to be in front of the cameras. it’s all he knew, after all. so when vogue came knocking, wanting him to be their next feature in their 73 questions series, he happily obliged. a chance to talk about himself and how great he was was an opportunity he’d never turn down. they told him to act casual, to simply be himself, which was why he was stood answering the door in his best suit and a signature grin on his face. “come on in vogue, i don’t bite...unless that’s what you’re into.” he said, flashing a wink towards the camera before stepping into his home, lounging across his couch as they began to ask the questions.

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

“i would have to say a nice, solid eleven.” he said, giving the camera a wide grin. “i mean, we’re filming our 20th season of kicking it with the kennedy’s, i’m the face of male gucci for the forth consecutive year and i look like this.” he said, motioning to himself. “there’s really not much for me to not be excited about, you know?”

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

“#godsgifttomankind.” he answered simply with a proud smirk, ignoring the eye rolls from behind the camera.

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

pursing his lips, he pulled out his phone and opened the notes app, opening his notes section that was titled ‘people i wanna bang but haven’t banged, but one day will bang’ list. “let me see...” he said, scrolling through the list with pursed lips. “angelina jolie, beyonce, mila kunis, blake lively, halle berry, rihanna, shakira and taylor swift - just so she can write a song about how good i am afterwards.” he said, causing the camera man to let out a heavy sigh. “you do know we meant a love scene in a movie and not like...actually, right?” the camera man to johnny. “yeah...a love scene...like porn.” johnny said, causing the entire camera crew to face palm and continue with the inteview.

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

“johnny, the beautiful.” he said, motioning his hands in the air as if it were waving towards the marquee. “my life would be a great musical, you know. i make girls sing all the time.”

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

“there’s not a lot people don’t know about me, i’ve been on reality tv since i was eight.” he said with a shrug. “but i do have some things i’m planning...not like really, but like in my brain i do.” he said, pointing to his head.”

What’s your wakeup ritual?

“open my eyes, smoke a fat j, look in the mirror and thank god for giving me this face and not an ugly one.”

What’s your go to bed ritual?

“get in bed and make sure the side of it is kept warm.”

What’s your favorite time of day?

“the time of day when you guys get more creative with your questions. you know, i really liked that one where you asked about the porn stuff.” johnny said with a huff, causing the camera man to let out another groan of annoyance, asking him to just answer the question. “midnight.” he answered with a huff. “i should’ve just done mtv cribs.”

Dream country to visit?

“i’ve been to basically all of them already. except like..antartica, is that a country? i don’t wanna go there anyway, it’s cold as shit.”

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

“being cut from my thirty second scene from my brother-in-law killian’s movie.” he said with a roll of his eyes. “no wonder why it didn’t win a fucking oscar, forgive, but never, ever forget.”

Comfy shoes or dress shoes?

he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at this one. “um, pan down please.” he said, pointing to his gucci loafers. “i think the answer is obvious.”

Vintage or new?

“vintage cars and booze. new everything else.”

Who do you want to write your obituary?

“leonardo dicaprio.” he said with a nod, prompting the camera man to ask if they knew each other. “that wasn’t a part of the question, now was it?” he said with a roll of his eyes, arms folding across his chest. “my answer remains. leonardo dicaprio.”

Style icon?

“myself.”

What are three things you can’t live without?

“money, hunnies and...i don’t know what else rhymes with that to make it sound smooth, so i’ll just say my family...i guess.”

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

he couldn’t help the low laugh that left his lips. “oh c’mon, you’re making that one far too easy to make dirty. don’t you proof read these before asking them? shit, vogue, get it together.”

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

“make dinner?” he said, eyes widening in shock. “i’m not cooking for anyone, get the hell out of here.”

What’s your biggest fear in life?

“tom ford discontinuing tuscan leather or losing any of the custom items gucci made me in a tragic fire.”

Window or aisle seat?

“i usually just sprawl out on one of the couches in the middle...bold of you to assume i’d ever fly commercial.”

What’s your current TV obsession?

“there’s only one show that’s great enough to keep my attention and that’s kicking it with the kennedy’s, every sunday night at 8pm only on e!” he said, flashing finger guns to the camera, knowing that that answer would make his mother proud.

Favorite app?

“probably instagram. the amount of ass.....assets.” he said, quickly correcting himself. “that people show on there, you know? it’s just...really, really inspiring.”

Secret talent?

“well if i told you it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, now would it?” he said with a wink. however the real answer was that he didn’t have one. because he didn’t have a talented bone in his body.

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

“it’s a long story...but lets just say it was very illegal and i woke up in the middle of a desert naked...but i wasn’t afraid, i was kinda aroused. good times, good times.”

How would you define yourself in three words?

“only three? sheesh, well, if i had to just pick three i’d say, perfect, awe-inspiring and impeccable.”

Favorite piece of clothing you own?

“anything from gucci.” he said, continuing to kiss the brand’s ass. they gave him a modeling career, after all. it was the least he could do.

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

“a watch on your wrist that is equivelent to the cost of a downpayment on a house.”

Superpower you would want?

“i would say the superpower i want isn’t really for me, but more for the rest of the world, but i would say super cloning.” he said with a nod, causing a look of confusion from the camera man as he asked him to elaborate. “like there’s 8 billion people in the world, i’ll never be able to bless all of them with my presence, right? so i’d like the ability to clone myself, so everyone could get a little bit of johnny.”

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

“leonardo dicaprio. i mean the way homeboy is shameless about just kicking ‘em to the curb on their twenty fifth birthday...i give my man props for staying true to himself.”

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

“kathy kennedy once said ‘get your fucking ass up and work.’ and by once i mean every damn day of my life. and i guess that’s really all the inspiration you need, right?”

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

“keep being sexy. and the girls who tell you that it feels the same with a condom on are lying.” he said with a nod, hearing the camera crew mumbling about how they had to cut out half this interview, but choosing to ignore it. not everyone could handle greatness.

A book that everyone should read?

“i’m sure my mom write a biography or something so...that i guess? do i look like someone who has time to fucking read?”

What would you like to be remembered for?

“being the most beautiful thing that’s ever walked this earth...obviously.”

How do you define beauty?

“i mean, no reason to define it with words when you’re literally looking right at it.”

What do you love most about your body?

pursing his lips in thought, as if he were really thinking it over for a few moments, he looked back up at the camera, pointing down at his crotch with a wink.

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

“sex.”

Favorite place to view art?

“www.pornhub.com “

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

“probably the national anthem or something that people have to sing all the fucking time, you know?” he said, the camera man looking at him with a puzzled expression ‘no johnny...we don’t know.’ he said with a huff.

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

“what are chicks into? guitar? piano? i don’t fuckin’ know man, whatever they like insert that answer here.”

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

“in the words of kathy kennedy, you don’t put a bumper sticker on a bentley.” he said with a shake of his head, knowing kathy would have his head if he ever even dared to get a tattoo.

What is your favorite animal?

“my favorite car is jaguar so i’m just gonna say that.”

What’s your spirit animal?

“what animals have really big dicks?” he asked the crew behind the camera, causing an eruption of laughter. ‘elephants.’ someone chimed in, causing johnny to furrow his brow. “an elephant? that’s not sexy. what’s sexy? a cheetah? a panther? a lion? sure. let’s go with one of those.”

Best gift you’ve ever received?

“we’re sitting in it.” he said, holding his arms out as he looked around his grand living room. “my twenty first birthday gift from kathy and jonathan, themselves.” he said with a grin. although he knew the lavish house that was literally a minute away from theirs was simply purchased so they could keep an eye on him.

Best gift you’ve ever give?

he pursed his lips in thought and just as he had with a previous question, after a few moments, pointed down to his crotch again.

What’s your favorite board game?

“twister...but like naked twister. there’s no point of playing it with clothes on, you know?”

What’s your favorite color?

“black.”

Least favorite color?

“chartreuse is heinous. should be illegal.”

Where do you feel most at peace?

“probably in the club, vip table, surrounded by bottle service and a bunch of chicks and my buds.”

What’s your favorite thing to do in your time off?

“sex.”

What’s your hair-care routine?

“ask my hair stylist. do you really think i have the time to do this perfect quaff myself? i don’t think so.”

Pilates or yoga?

“i like girls who do those things...the more flexible the better.”

Coffee or tea?

“coffee...spiked. but definitely coffee.”

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

“no.”

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

“dark is usually more expensive right?” he asked the camera crew, who all nodded, looking absolutely exhausted. “sure, then let’s go with dark. i don’t like poverty.” he said, causing all of them to groan in annoyance yet again. “what? i’m anti-poverty! and you’re not? that’s fucked up guys...real fucked up.” he said, shaking his head at them.

Stairs or elevator?

“elevator. you guys ever have elevator sex? it’s a real good time, let me tell you all about it.” he said with a grin. ‘let’s not.’ said the camera man, causing johnny to pout. “wow, you really suck, huh?”

Summer or winter?

“summer. the less clothes the better.”

You are stuck on an island, you can have only three things with you. What are those things?

“first of all, i’d never be stuck on an island. but if i was, it would be the most lit island. if i could have only three things it would be a big ass house so i could throw sick parties, a plane so i can leave whenever i want and fly in a bunch of babes, and endless booze.”

What are your phobias?

“not being rich, not having a fresh manicure, wrinkled clothes, creased sneakers, granite countertops, mini vans, zits and crying people...all gross.”

A skill you’re working on mastering?

“i’m pretty sure i’m a master of all the skills i’m working on. just ask the women i’ve been with.”

Best thing to happen to you this year?

“my first acting credit in killian’s movie.”

Worst thing to happen to you this year?

“being cut from my first acting credit in killian’s movie.”

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

“all compliments are equal and i love them all the same.” he said, blowing a kiss to the camera. “hey! don’t roll your eyes...that was a nice one, wasn’t it?”

Favorite smell?

“on me? tom ford tuscan leather. on women? baccarat rouge.”

Hugs or kisses?

“kisses...but not mouth ones.” he said, once again pointing to his crotch, causing one of the camera people to throw a pen at his head. “ow! how dare you assault me in my own home!”

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

“i make a documentary everyday, it’s called kicking it with the kennedy’s, ever heard of it?”

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

“ecstasy. i don’t know what the fuck it was but it was a bad trip man, there were like goblins chasing me and-” he said, being cut off when the team said they meant pieces of entertainment that made him cry. “ohhhhh, well this stripper i met the other night had this sharp ass tongue ring and it did not feel good down south. i didn’t cry, but my eyes definitely teared.” he said, causing another round of sighs and the camera man telling him to start answering a little faster. “fine, keep filtering my truths.” he said with a huff and a pout.

Going out or staying in?

“going out.”

Sweet or savory?

“sweet”

Celebrity crush?

“females. all of them.”

How you know you’re in love?

“dumb question. next.” he said, the camera man saying he had to answer. “you said answer faster, right? next question.” johnny said with a raise of his brow.

Song you can listen to on repeat?

“anything by the weeknd. but his old shit, he’s a pussy now.”

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

“switch lives? and leave this gorgeous body? i don’t think so.”

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

“i’m excited about finishing this interview where my rights have been stripped and i’ve been silenced of my truths.” he said with a snarky grin.

Your go to for having a good laugh?

“my sisters. it’s cute when they try to be mom’s favorite and think that they could even attempt to compare to me.”

Your affirmation for today?

“my affirmation for today...and everyday.” he said, standing up from his seat as he got close to the camera. “is stay sexy.” he said, kissing the lens as they yelled cut. “now get the fuck out of my house.”

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I’m handsome, tall, and rich

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Ships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Sasuke, Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto

Chapter 1 ao3

Fic summary:

"I could make a run for it," Sasuke stopped pacing for a second." But then I wouldn't get the money!"

He looked at himself in the mirror." No, I have to do this. Tonight I'm not Uchiha Sasuke, I'm Hyuga Hinata. And I will make sure that man thinks I'm a crazy bitch."

Sasuke walked out of that bathroom with newfound confidence. He elegantly sat down on the chair opposite Hatake Kakashi, his new boss.

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Sasuke shows up in Hinata's stead on a blind date hoping to scare away her suitor who turns out to be Sasuke's boss

“Hinata answer the fucking phone!" Sasuke cursed his friend as he paced the bathroom. He almost ran a hand through his hair but stopped himself. Hinata has spent so much on crafting his entire look." Damn it!"

"I could make a run for it," Sasuke stopped pacing for a second." But then I wouldn't get the money!"

He looked at himself in the mirror." No, I have to do this. Tonight I'm not Uchiha Sasuke, I'm Hyuga Hinata. And I will make sure that man thinks I'm a crazy bitch."

Sasuke walked out of that bathroom with newfound confidence. He elegantly sat down on the chair opposite Hatake Kakashi, his new boss.

He took a sip of his tea and thought about how to get the older man to the end the date. Showing too much skin is scandalous. Someone from a well-off family won't like this, Sasuke thought.

"Is it just me or is it quite hot here?" Sasuke fanned himself with his hand. Before Kakashi could say anything, Sasuke started unbuttoning his shirt.” You see, I tend to run hot.” Sasuke trailed one of his fingers down his chest.

"Are you okay? You're trembling."

Sasuke pursed his lips. Maybe they should've gone with the exorcism.

Sasuke purposely hit his knee against the table while rearranging himself in his seat." Ow!"

"Oh my poor baby," Sasuke cooed at one of his designer shoes as he rubbed them." I didn't mean to scare you."

Sasuke sneaked a glance at Kakashi who was too concentrated on something on his phone to pay attention to his antics. Dammit! I need to step up my game.

“You aren’t even paying me any attention.” Sasuke slightly raised his voice.” It’s making Samantha and Rachel so sad.”

“Samantha and Rachel?”

He motioned with his hand for Kakashi to look at him. Kakashi leaned in closer, curious as to whatever the younger man was up to. He slightly opened his button-up to show off more of his chest.

"The one on the left is Samantha and the one on the right is Rachel." He waves his hand coquettishly." Hi."

Kakashi choked on the tea he had been drinking. Sasuke chuckled as he watched Kakashi.

“I’m so sorry for rambling.”

“It’s fine.” Kakashi regained his composure.” I prefer honesty like yours over hypocrisy.”

What?

"Do you really like me? Why don’t we get a room then?” Sasuke purred. No heiress would be so forward during a blind date. He'll be so put off he'll leave, Sasuke thought.

Sasuke watched in barely disguised horror as Kakashi booked them a room.

"You booked us a room," Sasuke said as Kakashi approached him with the key card in hand.

"Of course. I like how forward you are." Kakashi linked his arm with Sasuke's." If our families are pushing us to get married we might as well start acting as one."

Sasuke nervously laughed and he tried to think of a way to get out of this. Before he could think of anything a woman grabbed him by the hair and started cussing him out.

Kakashi pulled him away from the woman's grasp.

"That's the whore my husband's been cheating on me with." She basically shoved her phone at them. A picture of an older man and a younger one that was wearing a shirt similar to Sasuke’s.

"That's not me. I mean, the shirts are similar. But mine is Channel and his is Gucci."

The woman almost threw herself at Sasuke but Kakashi grabbed him and basically ran out of the hotel.

"Did you actually sleep with her husband?" Kakashi asked once outside.

Think of a lie! Sasuke’s brain urged him.

"Yes." Sasuke said." I love sleeping around. Sometimes I'll be seeing two men at the same time."

He definitely won't want Hinata, Sasuke thought, already feeling victorious.

Before Kakashi could say anything, the woman from before spotted them and screamed at Sasuke.

“I should get going!” Sasuke crossed the street, almost getting hit by a car. He slightly bowed in apology before running away.

“Hyuga-ssi sure sounds like something. When are you going on your next blind date?”

Kakashi had his phone pressed to his ear as Naruto drove him back to the GoFoods office.” I won’t be going on another blind date. I have decided I want to marry Hyuga-ssi.”

” What?” His father asked. ” Are you sure Hyuga-ssi wants to marry you as well?”

"With my face, my body, and my personality?” Kakashi said.” Why would Hyuga-ssi say no?”

” That’s my handsome son.”

Kakashi hung up the call.

“I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” Naruto said, looking at Kakashi through the rearview mirror.

"I’m handsome, tall, and rich. He’ll say yes.”

“You owe me.” Sasuke sat down in front of Hinata in a snack bar.

Hinata sighed in relief and slumped back in her seat. “Are you sure he won’t want to go on another?”

“I’m more than sure.” Sasuke waved his hands as though he were waving Hinata’s worries away.” I did everything men hate. I even got chased out of the hotel by a woman who thought I was the man her husband was cheating with.”

“What?”

“If he still wants something, it’s because of your family.”

Hinata sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get anything else out of Sasuke.” Order as much as you want. This one’s on me.”

Sasuke gave her a small smile and dug in.

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cosette-gucci · 2 years

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