It is a big part of sugar baby’s lifestyle to be comfortable go out on dates with their SDs to high-end restaurants, opening galleries, charities, fundraisers, and balls. What most newbies do not know/lack is the proper etiquette habits.
For those men who surround themselves with successful people 24/7, would be a big turn off to be with a young lady who does not know how to behave and know the unspoken rules in the public. It is important for all sugar babies to know how to act classy and elegant, take your time, don’t be in a rush, be sophisticated and be a mystery for your SD.
When you are dating a millionaire, the right manners and ways of conducting yourself assume an even a greater importance since they indicate grooming and class – qualities which are important in the upper classes.
Here are a few tips on dating etiquette if you are seeing someone rich and successful and wish to come off as his/her ideal partner.
#1 How to Communicate
Not every thought that comes into your head should come out of your mouth. Vet your thoughts. Speaking your mind does not mean sharing every thought. Some thoughts are not appropriate and could cause irreparable damage to your relationships.
Never gossip. Most gossip is bad, negative and damages relationships.
Look everyone in the eye for no more than 5 seconds at a time, then divert your glance for another 5 seconds. Practice will turn this into a habit.
Make eye contact with people you speak with.
Never criticize, condemn or complain about anyone to another relationship. It’s a giant red flag. People will assume that you are bad mouthing them and will try to stay away from forming any strong relationships with you.
#2 Focus on your partner
When dating a rich man , it is important to let them know you value the time and effort your partner is spending on you. And one of the best ways to do this is by being attentive to your date. Maintain steady eye contact with him and listen actively to what he has to say. Smile often and present a positive body language. Also avoid fiddling with our phone (do not take pictures of the food, take snapchat of yourself, etc. do not present yourself as immature girl.). Unless you’re on call at a high-pressure job, you have no excuse for frequently checking your PDA. Flashing expensive technology makes you look self-absorbed and immature. If you must take a call or check a text, apologize for being rude, and tell your date why it’s necessary.
#3 Eating Etiquette
Believe it or not, most people don’t know how to eat. In the adult world of the successful, you need to know how to eat at social settings. Let’s go down the list:
As soon as you sit in your chair take the napkin off the table and drape it over your lap.
Never begin eating until everyone has their meal.
Never chew with your mouth opened.
Never talk while you’re chewing your food.
Never dip any food you’re eating into a sauce everyone is using.
Don’t wolf down your food. Eat at the same pace as everyone else at the table.
Never hold a spoon, fork or knife with your fist.
Outside fork is for salads, inside fork for the meal.
Never make gestures while your utensils are in your hands.
Never reach for anything like salt and pepper. Always ask someone to pass things like that.
Don’t slouch at the table. Sit straight up.
After the meal, excuse yourself and go to the bathroom and make sure you don’t have any food in your teeth. Carry a toothpick or something similar in your wallet or purse wherever you go.
If your date orders, compliment his choices, whether it is his choice of dessert or the wine. At the end of the dinner, thank your partner for inviting you out and don’t leave it for the next day.Focus
#4 Dress Etiquette
When dating a millionaire, it is crucial to turn out in a classy and elegant manner. Adopt a personal style which highlights your best features and above all, get the basics of grooming right. Even though you may not be able to afford a Louis Vuitton handbag or a Cartier watch, ensure that whatever you are wearing is suits you and is appropriate for the occasion.
Work and Job Interviews – Some professions have special purpose clothing like construction, roadwork, electricians etc. If you work in an office, dress like your boss or your boss’s boss. In some offices it’s business casual, in others, it’s a suit and tie for men. For women its slacks, or skirts with open collars, heels or no heels are ok.
Weddings, Wakes, Funerals – In most cases, this will be suit and tie for men. For women, it’s the same as work clothes but many women like to wear more formal gowns or a more stylish cocktail dress, usually worn with heels. Some cultures have special dress codes you need to be aware of.
Formals – Usually formals are black tie optional, black tie or white tie for men. Optional usually means a dark suit, tie or black bow tie, dark shoes. Black tie means black tuxedo, dark shoes, white tie means black tailcoat, white wing-collar shirt, white bow tie, black shoes for men. For women, it’s a long formal gown or short cocktail dress or dressy long skirt and top, usually worn with heels. White ties are very rare.
#5 Introducing Yourself
In life, you will be forced into situations where you will meet new people. This is an opportunity to develop valuable relationships.
There are 5 basic rules to making introductions:
Make Eye Contact
In one sentence explain who you are, why you’re there and who you know at the event
Ask Questions About the Person You are Introducing Yourself to.
#6 Basic Manners
Be punctual (Being punctual is especially important when dating the rich since for them time is money, and as soon as they find you tardy, they will see you as a waste of time.)
Excuse me when interrupting or entering a conversation
Don’t interrupt someone while they are talking
Don’t roll your eyes when someone says something you disagree with
Don’t look away when someone is talking to you
Never check your cell phone when talking to someone
Stay positive and keep criticisms and negative comments to yourself
Compliment, compliment, compliment
Thank anyone hosting an event, dinner etc.
Never curse or use inappropriate language during social events
Never be rude
#7 Learn to handle embarrassing moments
No one is born with perfect manners and it is all a matter of practice. So while dating your SD if you realize that you have committed a faux pas, make as little of it as possible. Ignore whatever you did or didn’t do and force your mind onto something else. Go on smoothly as if nothing happened and very soon people around you will do the same.
a/n: title is part of title of a sandra bullock movie but i used it as lyrics from lotus flower bomb by wale, which i recommend u start to play during the sexy time at the end ok. i know it’s barely still valentine’s day but I WROTE THIS all in one day it’s been a wild ride. i wanted to get this up ASAP but i’m messy and wanted to write one more sex scene i’m sorry buds but i hope you enjoy it anyway!!!!!!!!!!
“Are you ready, babe?” You peer into the mirror, adjusting the clasp on your necklace. The small heart-shaped garnet glints in the light and your heart flutters, remembering Daveed gifting it to you just this morning.
“Just a second,” he shouts from his bedroom. “I can’t get this fucking tie on straight!”
You snicker, tucking your lipstick into your small clutch. “Come out here and I’ll do it for you.”
Daveed grunts and shuffles out into the living room with his suit jacket draped over one arm and a sour look on his face.
“Why are you pouting?” You ask, fingers deftly untying the crooked knot and starting over again.
“I’m too old to not know how to tie my own tie,” he huffs, shoving one hand into the pockets of his dress pants.
sometimes i catch myself staring into the distance and i’m sure i look super cool and pensive but i’m actually just thinking about how frederick is clearly wearing a collared shirt and tie under his armour
what the fuck, frederick. why did you wear a full suit and tie to war. did you think you were going to have to officiate chrom’s wedding in the middle of a battle? actually that’s pretty plausible
Adam is still in bed on Sunday morning after a now rare night spent at St Agnes and he’s watching as Ronan dresses for mass. It’s really the most inappropriate time and place for him to be focusing on the way the dark ink on Ronan’s toned back and wide shoulders can be seen through the thin fabric of his white button up shirt. He’ll cover it up with the black jacket, matching the neat black slacks he packed in an overnight bag, in a minute, so Adam can’t be blamed for his staring. And the warm and almost pressing feeling in his gut that wants him to reach out and touch, just to have this beautiful boy up against him, to have his hands on Ronan’s body, almost on his skin-
“Like what you see, Parrish?”
Adam hadn’t realized that Ronan was watching him too. He gives in, letting himself have this, and sits up to beckon Ronan over. He motions to Ronan’s collar where his tie hangs undone.
“Come ‘ere and let me fix this for you.”
Ronan walks onto the low bed on his knees until he’s just next to Adam and Adam can put his hands on him. He fixes the tie neatly, just like he does his uniform every day, and smoothes it down Ronan’s chest, letting his palms take in the warmth and solidity of Ronan beneath them.
He looks up at Ronan then, and the tenderness in his look is almost overwhelming just then. It goes quickly, eyes closing in anticipation of a kiss, but Adam knows; he saw and he felt it.
Bucky backed you up against the door of his quarters, smashing his lips against yours as his hands roamed your body, your hands playing with his white collar and tie in a hot and heavy kiss. “Easy, Sergeant.”
Simon Imagine - The meeting (mentions of Joe Sugg, Dan and Phil, etc)
“Hi!! I have a quite different imagine request but one where y/n is a beauty you tuber who lives in america and has a beauty release or something like that “think zoella” and her and Simon have been dating for a while and he surprises her at her product launch party”
The minute I entered the room a giant smile erupted over my face. Everything looked beautiful. The polished wooden floors were sprinkled entirely with glitter, sparkles and confetti, leaving my heels completely covered in a coating of shine. Over every wall were photos, polaroids, all from the several shoots I’d done in the past few years building up to this very moment. Pastels and neons, metallics and glitters, the entire room screamed colour, and it was very reflective of the way I felt in this very moment. I could not believe the job that had been done, and as I thanked everyone I was ecstatic; nobody could have done a better job of promoting the launch of my first ever beauty range.
It wasn’t long before people started arriving. I stood at the door for a while, welcoming those I had not yet met, admiring the clean city streets of London whilst I did so. The entire atmosphere was worlds apart from what I was used to back in LA, and I couldn’t help but feel like I knew which one I preferred. London was smaller, more comforting, less dramatic - there was a definite home vibe to it, and it was massively enjoyable.
“You must be Y/n, right? This event is incredible congratulations!”
I turned around at the mention of my name, and was instantly greeted face to face by Zoe Sugg, the woman who had inspired me most to construct this event. I felt the blood rush from my face.
“Oh my gosh, Zoe! Thank you so much!”
“Aw it’s okay! Come on, let’s go inside, you shouldn’t be missing out on all the fun!”
I complied politely, taking her arm and walking through the hallway towards where my event was taking place. Inside everybody had arrived. There were youtubers everywhere, taking photos, vlogging, testing out the products lined up along the stands and tables. Zoe turned her head towards me.
“Have you tried anything from the sweet table yet?”
“There’s a sweet table?” I asked, astonished. Her face softened into a humoured smile and I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty.
“Yeah, I thought I as much. I know when you’re planning these things it’s hard to actually experience them. Let’s go get food!”
She tugged on my arm slightly, taking me in the direction of where three tables stood consecutively. Each one was decorated in different types of confectionery; jars of brightly coloured sweets, plates of cupcakes, bowls of marshmallows and chocolates. I picked up a mason jar of pink lemonade as Zoe pulled me over to her group of friends.
“Y/n, I want you to meet Alfie, Joe, Louise, Dan and Phil. Guys this is Y/n, the creator of this event and it’s products.”
I was greeted with a chain of hellos and hugs, and it occurred to me how attractive the British vloggers truly were. I sipped on my straw to suppress my nerves as I made small conversation. I had met so many lovely new people tonight, and yet still there was one left; Simon Minter. I had met him over twitter, and skype, and facetime and Snapchat and every other social media currently existing, however face to face was still yet to happen. Despite our lack of actual human interaction I felt hugely attracted to the boy, something that was no secret to my fans and followers, who had been tweeting me since sunrise asking if today would be the day of our meeting. Secretly I had been hoping for months that it would - I was desperate to see him, hear his voice without the robotic alterations, touch him for the first time. Even my managers were keen, set on the fact that the presence of someone with that large of a following would do nothing but good for the sales of my products. However, realistically, a place as pink and glorified as this would be no place for a fifa youtuber. I tried to shake this thought in order to keep up my high spirits.
“So Y/n, what made you decide to host your event in London, why not LA?” Dan asked with genuine interest.
“It’s where most of my following is,” I smiled. “And I’ve always wanted to visit anyway, so it seemed to make sense.”
“Ah. Yeah it’s a decent area!”
“Does that desire to visit correlate in anyway with a certain Fifa youtuber? Someone who’s name perhaps rhymes with Dimon?”
I blushed as everybody laughed at Joe’s comment. “There is that, I suppose. May I ask how you know of mine and Simon’s interactions? Big fan of my Q&A’s?”
“Well of course Y/n!” Joe laughed, a flirt of light hearted mockery laced in his voice. “Although it definitely helps that I’ve been blessed with the privilege of playing cards against humanity with the Sidemen, so I’m pretty clued up on the extent of your relationship, actually.”
My face heated as I squirmed. “I won’t ask anymore on that one!”
“Probably for the best.”
The conversation continued for a while. Louise complimented me on my dress, Dan and Phil quizzed me on my life and I tested out some of my scrubs and moisturisers on Joe’s face. As I l talked, my eyes turned to Zoe and Alfie, who were whispering just beside me, Alfie’s eyes down at his phone. I raised an eyebrow as Zoe looked up at me.
“You know what Y/n, I think you and I should go and take some photos in the photobooth.”
“Um, sure..?” Her spontaneity threw me off slightly as she took my arm once again, speed walking me out of the room. There’s a photobooth too now??
“And here we are!”
I admired the golden machine, my name sprawled on the side in large, sparkly letters.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it.” She smiled. “And talking of pretty, you look amazing, so get your bum in there first!”
I smiled. Someone like Zoe was impossible to say no to. She watched me eagerly, Alfie not far behind as I pulled back the red curtain..
“Oh my God!”
Sat on the swivelling stool inside was none other but Simon. He looked outstanding, all clad in a black and white suit, his collar opened slightly missing a tie. His hair was still red toned, and it looked surprisingly good as he climbed out of the machine and picked me up off of the ground.
His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was much deeper than what I was used to, although still just as soft and comforting, especially whilst blessing the syllables of my name. My cheeks ached from grinning.
“Simon! I didn’t think you’d be here!”
“Why would you think that? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“I didn’t exactly think face masks and bath bombs were your thing, funnily enough.”
“Hey, you don’t know my lifestyle.” He joked, and I smiled.
“Very true, I don’t.” He released me from his arms. “But I’d like to.”
“Well, if ever there was a moment I was more sure of wanting you to find out, I think it’s this one.” My cheeks heated for what seemed to be the tenth time tonight as Simon held me at arms length, his eyes scanning up and down my body, focusing on the curves of my silky red dress. “You look..incredible, Y/n.”
“And you, Simon.”
We stood for a second, just watching eachother. I paid particular attention to his eyes and their deep blue pigment. He looked younger in real life, his face fresher, a lot brighter without the dim of a computer screen in front of it. I felt zoe touch both our arms.
“Right you two love birds, let’s go back to where the party’s at, come on!”
We both grinned as her and Alfie shuffled ahead.
“11 million subs just touched my arm. I’m gassed.” Simon whispered, and I hit his arm playfully.
“Aren’t you used to it? You live with the KSI.” I quizzed him as we walked along.
“Oh trust me Y/n, 15 million subscribers touches you in a very different way.”
Noctis sighed, flattening out the lapels of his suit jacket. He turned to you, arms held out at his sides.
“Well?” His voice was anxious, and his eyes confirmed his nervousness. “How do I look?”
You smiled, rising from the edge of his bed to help straighten out his tie. “Handsome as always,” you answered, your hands lingering on his chest a moment longer. “I wish I could go with you to the gala.”
Noctis captured your hands in his, giving them a light squeeze. “I do too,” he replied glumly, his eyes downcast. “But apparently this event is nobility only.”
You’d met Noctis while in school together––you were friends with Prompto, and often went with him to help out with his photography. He introduced you to Noctis one day at the arcade, and you immediately felt drawn to him.
It wasn’t a secret that the Prince was dating a commoner, but it did make you extremely self conscious at times. As much as Noctis tried to include you, but on occasion, King Regis had to draw a line. Even Prompto was forbidden from attending the gala.
“It’s alright,” you shrugged, trying to sound noncommittal. “Stuffy events like these aren’t really my style anyway. But I will admit,” you gave your boyfriend an appreciative once-over. “You do know how to pull off a suit.”
Noctis couldn’t help but laugh before his face started to slip into a frown.
“Hey,” you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look at you. “No pouting, okay? I’ll be here when you get back.”
Noctis placed his hands over yours and turned to kiss your fingertips. “I won’t have any fun without you.”
A mischievous glint sparkled in your eye. “We could have our own fun before you have to leave,” you purred, taking a step closer, pressing your body against his.
Noctis glanced at the clock. “I have fifteen minutes.”
You smirked, your fingers already wandering south to undo this belt buckle. “Babe, I only need ten.”
Ignis tapped his foot impatiently on the marble floor. Gladio’s arms were folded over his chest, and he couldn’t help but yawn.
“Where is he?” Ignis huffed, checking the time on his phone again. “He should have arrived by now.”
Gladio shrugged, barely letting out a grunt. Ignis fought hard not to roll his eyes when Noctis stumbled from around the corner, his cheeks tinted red and his suit just slightly unkempt.
“Sorry I’m late,” he apologized hurriedly, trying his best to flatten out his dress shirt by tugging at it from under his vest. “I, uh, got caught up with something.”
“Yeah, sure,” Gladio clucked, an all-knowing smirk spread across his face. “Fix your tie, Romeo. Something left a nice little souvenir right on the side of your neck.”
Noctis went beet-red and started hastily adjusting his collar and tie in a desperate attempt to cover up the hickey that marred his pale skin. Ignis watched the scene unfold, heaving a sigh, his index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose.
Warnings- Nothing much really, mild angst I suppose and some heated moments.
A/N- This is quite a long one that I wrote with @beabravo10 a while ago, but it’s taken a while to edit down. And in typical me style, it’s a really long one-shot. One day I will write something under 3,000 words, but today is not that day! I hope you enjoy!
not wearing that tie,” Victor said as soon as Yuuri stepped out into the
Stopping in his
tracks, Yuuri looked down at himself, confused. “What’s wrong with
isn’t,” Victor replied with a sigh, his lips curled unhappily.
stepped out of his shoes and strode over purposefully, eyes locked on the
offensive garment. Nimble fingers made a quick work of untying the knot under
Yuuri’s chin – he spent a good fifteen minutes trying to get it right, goddamnit – and with a snap slid the
offensive piece of material from under his collar.
then, charming and lovely and perfect, and adoringly tapped a finger on Yuuri’s
chin while Yuuri could only stare.
right back,” Victor sang and disappeared inside their bedroom.
Yuuri sighed, a
tiny affectionate smile on his lips. It was just a stupid tie, why was it so
important? No one would even care about it.
No one except
remembered right, back in Hasetsu when he attended the press conference to present
his theme for the season Victor complained about his atrocious tie and then burned
the thing when Yuuri wasn’t watching.
Yuuri fondly rolled
his eyes at the memory. Victor was always so dramatic… but somehow Yuuri had
come to like even that side of him.
incredulous smile crept onto his face and he shook his head. He was doomed right
from the start, wasn’t he?
that moment to return with a box in his hand, opening it on the way and pulling
out a royal blue tie: dark, silky and elegant.
have this planned?” Yuuri asked, narrowing his eyes at the twinkle in
lifted his chin up, guided by Victor’s gentle fingers.
Victor winked at him. He stood up Yuuri’s collar and put the tie around his
neck, setting it down to work on the knot. “You really have no taste when
it comes to ties, my love. I thought it’d be better to be prepared, just in
Yuuri snorted a
little at that. “Says the man with a pink Cadillac.”
even bat an eye. “Says the man who is your date and future husband.”
Finding no witty
response to that and feeling the blood rush to his face starting at the word
date, and blooming further at by the end of the sentence, Yuuri looked up at
the ceiling, unable to look anywhere even remotely in his future husband’s direction. His heart hammered ridiculously
in his chest and he cleared his throat, trying his hardest to control the
warmth that was making his body uncomfortable in the restrictive suit, but
Victor was close, too close, breathing down his face and smiling softly and
Yuuri was working himself up into–
done with the knot, and straightened Yuuri’s collar. His fingers brushed
against the skin of Yuuri’s neck, gentle and teasing. By the playful quirk of
his mouth, Yuuri knew Victor could feel his quickened pulse right on his
fingertips as he trailed them down his throat.
when Victor leaned closer. A hand ran down the length of the tie, settling in
the middle of his stomach, warm and real and grounding.
Victor’s lips were on Yuuri’s, soft and pampered and tasting of vanilla, but
the kiss was too short for Yuuri to truly enjoy it. Barely a peck, only enough
to touch, but not enough to feel and get lost in.
Victor grinned when
he pulled back.
match,” he said.
And they did.
Victor’s tie was
a dark magenta, the colour opposite of Yuuri’s royal blue. Any normal person
wouldn’t call that a match, but to them the contrast meant something –
something subtle, but beautiful and long-lasting, a plea and a promise of Stammi Vicino.
It felt a little
silly, a little over the top, but that was who Victor was, and no matter what
Yuuri would always take him wholly: the silly and the drama, the sadness and
the pain, the past and the future.
deny the tender adoration in his gaze as their eyes met.
next?” he asked, soft amusement in his voice. “Couple shirts?”
lit up brighter than the sun and Yuuri laughed, shaking his head.
no,” he warned over his laughter. They moved to the shoe cupboard and
slowly put theirs on. “I am not wearing any of those, they’re
The door closed
behind them, leaving the apartment in complete silence.