#if tinder isn’t working out for you then i’m sorry

[babymorte]

men on the internet will really do everything except respect your boundaries huh

[pricesprettyprincess]

The roots of desire 18+

Parings:“ex”-husband!price x fem!reader

Warnings: jealous!price, ex- husband price, unprotected sex, piv, oral sex (fem receiving), thoughts of baby trapping, creampie, crumb of angst, workaholic price, right hand man!Simon Riley, use of dating apps, rough sex, porn little with plot, breeding kink, mentions of kids, obsessed price, slight Age gap reader is in late 20s and John is 35. Daddy kink. Lemme know if I missed something

Word count: not sure 🤔

Summary: It’s been 4 months since you gave John the divorce papers, deciding you couldn’t take the stress of his job anymore. He’s not signing those papers and dragging the process out. Price is a man of his word “ till death do us part” and doesn’t intend on letting your outburst continue.

Authors note: I love ex-husband!price so much I had to write about it. Also this is my first story, I’m sorry if it’s bad🙏

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It’s been four months since you starting an attempt at divorcing John price. John has been insufferable, he’s dragging out every step of the process since receiving the papers. You’ve tried talking to him but it’s one sided just him laughing you off and hanging up. You end up calling your lawyer for advice turns out point less as he informs you that “ it’ll cost more in court fees to fight him on this, better to wait him out. But It’s your choice I’ll have your back”. Unfortunately you have to take a loss on this, you can’t afford court prices at the moment you don’t pay bills and are still living in your previously shared home with John you just don’t want to spend unnecessary money. You’re not going to let John ruin the rest of your day though, you pull out your phone and sign up for one of those dating apps, tinder. A nervous swarm of butterflies flutter in your abdomen, or is it guilt. Technically you’re still a married woman, should you be doing this? you let that question halt you just for a beat. You’re going through with this, your ‘husband’ isn’t getting in the way of you finding a new man.

You make your profile using the best pictures of your self that you can find, some selfies and photos you took during travel some that John took . You catch yourself almost using your married name. Old habits die hard you guess. But you instantly match with a man his name is Clark, dark brown hair with eyes to match, slight build and works for a carpenter business, he’s younger than John. A career that won’t have you pacing your home wondering if he’ll make it back home to you. You deeply inhale- calming yourself down as the memories creep their way up back up to the surface. You set up a date with Clark for tonight at a quiet restaurant downtown. He’s sweet, lets you ramble on about your mundane life, indulges in your favorite activities. Another plus he’s not John.

Deciding to take your ring off was the hardest part of moving on, you hadn’t taken it off even when you delivered the divorce papers to his office . Breathing out in a huff you leave it a top your drawer , stepping back and looking at yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing a baby blue dress with a slit going down your right thigh. You hair is in a side part with messy bun, you put on your favorite pair of earrings with a matching necklace , a pair of white pumps and your ready for your date.

As you spray on your perfume the phone rings ,the contact name “ my love J.P” slides across the screen, “damn I forgot to change that” you mutter, weighing your options about accepting the call. Biting your lip- You let it go to voicemail, if he has something to say he could text you.A text that doesn’t come and with that you give yourself one last look in the mirror before you grab your purse and your keys. You just met him and as a safety precaution you’d like to have your own way home.

When you get there Clark is already at the table, when he looks up a flash of surprise pleasantly comes across his features and he hurriedly stands up to greet you. “You look stunning” he’s saids as he pulls out your chair for you “ thank you” you whisper out, taking a seat. The dinner goes smoothly with Clark he listens and it feels like he gets you, lucky he doesn’t ask you about your past love life. You’re not quite ready for that conversation yet. The waiter comes around to take your order. You ordered one glass of white wine and a Parmesan crusted steak, Clark trusted you judgment and did the same. In the end you two plan a second date and part ways at the parking lot. You give him a quick peck on the cheek and thank him for dinner. He helps you into your car, closes your door and sees you off with a wave. A gentleman. The date went by without a hitch very pleasant evening you enjoyed with a handsome man. You must admit that the pictures don’t do him justice, the man was a work of art . Not John but You could get used to this you think.

The drive home is nice and quiet. You listen to your favorite song. Take in the lights of your beautiful city. But like all quiet peaceful things it comes to an end - Another incoming call from your ex husband this time you answer with a sigh “What do you want price” John hums “That’s no way to greet your husband sweetheart” Another annoyed sigh escapes your lips “ how was your date? “ the question hangs in the air like a challenge, a threat. Daring you. “ John-” you try and articulate your words, almost feeling as though you’ve been caught doing something wrong. “ Didn’t think I’d find out love? Nothing gets past me” You just want to hang up on him but his voice- the deep raspy sound keeping your hands planted on the steering wheel. You hate the way he affects you. You hate the way you love it. You finally get out “ I don’t have to explain myself to you, John “. John laughs at that, “cute” he thinks. “ you’re a married woman, out with other men darling. It wounds me .” You look at the phone in disbelief “ I wouldn’t be a “married” woman anymore if you grant me my divorce “ he lets you words and in the air, silence on both ends of the call but much louder than words. “ you look so good in that dress darlin', you know that my favorite color on you “ you blush and nervously bite your lip “ john how do you know what I’m wearing “ that response earns another laugh, one that shoots straight to your core. You’re thighs clench “Ghost, darlin’ he’s the best at surveillance” he’s starting to get you, just like he wants. He loves to make you angry and upset with him. Then he’d swoop in and fuck it right out of you “Listen don’t keep tabs on me, we’re through. Next time we talk it should be discussing the split of our assets“ You’ve had enough of his insanity and hang up the call. He’s going to remember that later

You step out of the car drained from the day. Making it to your porch, you realize the door is unlocked. Immediately on edge but you try and chalk it up to your being forgetful. As soon as you walk over the threshold of your home you notice a light on in your living room, reviving the fear you had previously.“Hey darling” a familiar voice sends a shiver down your spine. One that sends another jolt between your thighs. You turn towards the intruder “Now you're breaking into my house” John huffs out clearly annoyed, he steps dangerously closer to you “Our house, the one I pay for birdie.” You choose to ignore that comment “What are you doing here” his hands roam over your figure down to place his hands on your hips grabbing at the flesh there. A blissful sigh escapes your parted lips. How is he doing this to your body so easily? You pout. You want to blame the wine from earlier . John takes a deep inhale into your neck “ You wore my favorite perfume too, he gets all this sweetness while you’re husband waits for you at home” he tsks at you. Guilt slowly builds in your stomach along with your growing arousal as John brings his hands lower, you don’t stop him- too lost in his touch.

“ John” you warn weakly as he continues to touch you. Kissing your neck and sucking-licking, you whine and grab at his shirt. Then suddenly he steps back hands falling off your waist. “ Well, I’ll be going now, unless you want me to stay” John looks at you a smirk plastered on his face. You want to tell him off, tell him that he’s an asshole and to get out of your house. But these 4 months with no one to satisfy your desires has you acting out of character “ John please” you say weakly your voice betraying you “Please what birdie? Tell me what you need” A light chuckle falls from his soft Scotch-tasting lips “ John please touch me make me yours again, stay with me” With that John lifts you, instinctively you let your legs wrap around his waist. He carries you down to your bedroom “You never stopped being mine lovie” he saids with a kiss you your forehead “I’ll take care of you don’t you worry”

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You're not sure how you got here laying sprawled out on John’s tongue, completely bare for him. Whining and crying out his name like a prayer. A never-ending chant, you’d think if someone were to hear this they’d believe you were a devout believer in the church of John Price. You are. The smug bastard gripping onto your thighs pushing you further on his tongue. “ please- don’t stop I’m so close “ John increases the sped of his ministrations, pushing two of his thick fingers into your sopping hole, scissoring “Bloody hell- so wet love, go head cum for me” you cry out as your release washes over you, a high pitch ring pierces your ears. “ there you go baby, that’s it I got you “ he lets you ride out your high “ he kisses his way up your spent body, you feel something cold slip onto your finger- your wedding ring. A huge diamond it’s truly a beautiful piece of jewelry. John sits up admiring his work. Hickies littering your body, your juices running down your plump thighs, and your blissful fucked out face. John throws his clothes onto the floor, and his cock springs out thumping against his stomach. Hard and angry, it’s mouth-watering. You try a lift yourself wanting to reach out and touch it but John forces your body back down. You whine “Shh none of that love, I’m going to reconsummate our marriage” Your hole clenches around nothing at his words, feeling so empty “Please John” he kisses your lips, and hikes your legs up folding you in half. Then you feel his cock pushing into your entrance. You dig your nails into his back trying to ground yourself. “ Fuck- you’re so tight birdie, ease up” you breathe out slowly letting your body relax. When he finally fully bottoms out, he doesn’t wait for you to adjust his pace is mean, degrading, and demanding. Tears prick the corners of your eyes threatening to fall but John kisses them away “You can take it lovie, you feel so good”. His Hips stop John reaches over to the side table drawer taking his lighter and cigars out. You whine and plead for him to keep going, pressing at his chest . John just looks down at you as he lights his cigar and takes a drag of it, he blows the smoke in your face. You clench around him, “ Daddy please” That causes John’s cock to twitch inside you. That gives Price an idea of how he’ll keep you from trying to divorce him again in the future. He’ll give you a mini version of you. That way you won’t be bored when he’s out on deployment.he thinks boredom is the problem 🙄You should have kept your mouth shut because now his pace is truly unforgiving and ravenous as he tries to find that high sweet release. “ Fuck birdie” John grunts “I’m going to put a baby in you, you’re going to be such a good mommy ” Not registering his words still in your own blissful fucked out world - you moan out his name. “Daddy I’m so close” John lets the cigar hang loosely between his lips slowly puffing out smoke. He reaches his hands down between your sweaty bodies to harshly rub your clit “Give it to me birdie” and with a final thrust of his hips you’re cumming hard on his cock as a pornographic moan leaves your lips- your second orgasm comes down like a wave harder than before. John empties himself inside you and spurts of his cum come out in thick ropes. “ so fucking good love” he sets the cigar in an ashtray on the side table. “ you did so good for me, let’s get you cleaned up” he shifts to pull out you but you stop him and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in “ just lay with me for a bit longer “ John hums and flips you over so that you’re laying on him without pulling out. He rubs you back and says “ Tomorrow we’re going to call up that lawyer and tell him we longer will be needing his services,” he says with a slight tap to your ass “Okay John” you say with a sigh. Safe to say that Clark never crosses your mind again. John won again like he always does .

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Simon in the meanwhile was deleting your profile off Tinder and informing Clark that if he values his life he won’t contact you again. He’s not doing this out of the goodness in his heart, no. Ghost services don’t come without a Price. He’s got some very intimate photos of you cumming on his captain's cock, some have Price’s thumb spreading apart your folds as his cum drips out of you. “ Fuck- captain your a lucky man,” he says through a ragged breath. Giving his cock one last tug before he releases into his hand with a groan.

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Lemme know what you think!

My first time writing something like this advice would be appreciated.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 24] || [Chapter 26]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ cw: not smut but a bit of sexual tension Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: ahem ahem ahem ahem

thanks to @lyralein for helping solve a problem I was having during this chapter

and also @st-el-la-luna for THIS brilliance that although I didn't copy or anything, still got stuck in the back of my head and made me giggle and inspired me a little!

Chapter 25: Soap............?

you: simon. you: save me pls. Simon: Location. you: that felt ominous as fuck. Simon: You texted me to help you. Simon: Location. you: oh gosh no simon its not urgent. you: its not even like you: a panic thing you: no danger Simon: Don’t ever text me to save you when it isn’t an actual emergency. you: i’m sorry!!!!!! you: did i scare you that much??? Simon: Yes. Simon: You had me ready to steal a HUMVEE to get to you. you: I’M SORRY! you: i’m just out with my friends for brunch and kyle and johnny came and they’re embarrassing me and i need help Simon: So that’s where they went. Simon: You’ve got this. you: SIMON, THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT OUR SEX LIVES! you: DON’T LEAVE ME TO DEAL WITH THIS ALONE. you: HELP? Simon: Darling you’re dating them, you’re gonna have to get used to this sooner or later. you: I KNOW BUT STILL you: SIMON PLEASE Simon: I’m in a meeting, darling. Simon: You’ve got this. Simon: 🖤 you: SIMON?! you: awwww you sent me an emoji! you: BUT SIMON?!?!?!??! you: don’t leave me like this!!! you: how dare youuuu

He stopped responding so you sighed dramatically and put your phone away, your eyes flittering over the table.

In just 15 minutes, Johnny and Kyle had gone from bickering to regaling your friends with sexcapade stories to talking about your dates, about each other, about the rest of the guys, about work. 

Your friends are, of course, eating it up, how could they not? The lads are charming, funny, interesting, hot…

You want to pay attention to the stories Johnny is regaling your friends about, as well as Kyle, with the retelling of his helicopter upside-down cruise, but… you can’t. You’re still mortified, long after they moved away from the sex talk… 

And it doesn’t help that Kyle has taken your chair and made you sit on his lap while the five of you talk.

Sure, you’ve graduated to regular talk, but that doesn’t solve the fact that Kyle’s cock is hard, straining against the fly of his grey jeans, and slotted right between your ass cheeks, his hands gripping you around the hip to keep you sat still.

Thank God for the existence of Simon Motherfucking Riley (memo to self: ask him and the rest of the lads what their middle names are)...

The door opens after what felt like a torturous amount of time and in strolls a 6ft4 mountain of a man in all black, as usual.

“L.T.!” Johnny shouts and waves him over, as if somehow Johnny’s raucous laugh was missable and Simon might not know where he, and the group, is.

Your friends, of course, immediately look over, their jaws proceeding to drop in unison at the sight of Simon.

His sexy little black leather jacket, black jeans, black t-shirt, black boots… No mask in sight… And, for once, his hair is lying flat over his forehead, loose blond strands just barely reaching his thick eyebrows.

He has to have done it on purpose.

“Hi…” You greeted Simon softly, your face warming up a bit at the sight of him. He nods at you and cocks an eyebrow, the left corner of his mouth rising in a smirk.

Just as you’re wondering where he came from, how he knew where you were, and wasn’t he in a meeting…

“Finally. Texted ye the address like 30 minutes ago.” Johnny quips next to you.

“Piss off.” Simon replies as he keeps looking at you. He doesn’t even bother to introduce himself to Leah and Mia.

“Hear you’ve been embarrassing our partner.” Simon says, his brown eyes slowly sliding up to Johnny then to Kyle behind you.

“Ye did?” Johnny asks and turns to look at you. “Ye told on me?!” He asks dramatically, as if it was the biggest betrayal.

“Don’t look at ‘em, look at me.” Simon quips as he leans forward and rests his hand on the back of Kyle and your chair, glaring right at Johnny.

“Oh, please, L.T., it’s all good-natured.” Johnny says dismissively with a playful smile on his lips.

“Is it?” Simon retorts.

“Why’s it feel like I’m watching a big brother confront a school bully?” Kyle quips.

“Don’t start too, Garrick, you’ll get your dose soon.” Simon adds.

“Si… Please…” You remark and laugh nervously as you look around, your face already burning hotter and hotter. “We’re making a scene.”

“You asked me to save ya, darlin’, that’s what I’m doin’, hm?” Simon tells you before leaning close and planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth, his eyes still glued to Johnny. “So, how about it, Johnny?”

“How about what, L.T.?” Johnny asks, though, you don’t miss the way his eyes are shining at the sight of Simon’s protectiveness… or the way Kyle’s breath hitches right behind your ear, his cock throbbing against your ass.

“If you’re so keen on embarrassing people by revealing private matters… How about we tell everyone about the reason your callsign’s Soap?” Simon quips. Then, he turns his head and, staring right at your friends, he continues.

“A callsign is like an alias we use over the radio.” He explains. “And Johnny’s here is ‘Soap’... wanna guess why? I’ll tell you…” He turns his head and looks right at Johnny again.

“It’s because he’s dropped his in the shower more often than one can stand to bloody count, if you catch my drift.” He remarks, then, he shoots you a little wink.

“That’s nae- You know it’s- You-” For the first time in what must be his whole life, Johnny was left a blubbering mess, stuttering over himself…

“Damn… didn’t know friendly fire was turned on…” You quip, trying to clear the air a bit. It seems to work, because all three of the men around you chuckle at it.

Your eyes then lock with Simon’s, then Johnny’s… and meanwhile, Simon’s also looking at Kyle behind you. The sexual tension is almost palpable…

“I think we should go home, so we avoid any more embarrassment, hm?” Simon suggests and pulls you up to your feet by the forearm, causing you to squeak in surprise at the suddenness of it. 

“I agree.” Kyle says as he stands up too. 

“Well said, L.T.” Johnny adds.

Simon pulls out his wallet and drops a few bills on the table. “For the check.” He tells Leah and Mia. “Nice to meet you.” Then, he drags you out of the bistro.

“It was very nice to meet you!” Kyle tells the girls, making no attempts to cover the bulge in his pants as he rushes after you and Simon.

“Sorry, duty calls. But we need to do this again.” Johnny adds as he scoots across the gap in the chairs and winks at the girls before setting off after the three that have already left. “I’ll make sure to tell you all the hot gossip next time!” He adds loudly before leaving out the door.

Leah and Mia are left sitting there flabbergasted, eyes blinking slowly, before exchanging a look with one another.

“The candle worked too well.” Mia states blankly.

“It did.” Leah agrees. “Do you… have another one?”

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[les-pompiers118]

Ghosts

9-1-1 ficlet | 2x01 fix-it | 1.6K words | rated Teen for language

Now posted on AO3

I’ve always kind of wished that Maddie and Buck reunited at the fire station rather than Abby’s apartment (partly because that shower scene gives me secondhand embarrassment hives, if I’m honest). @911hiatus’ What Canon? Wednesdays gave me the opportunity to imagine how that might have played out, as seen through Chimney’s eyes. I’ve never written his POV before, so I hope I’ve done him justice here. Enjoy!

The first time Chimney sees her, it’s out of the corner of his eye as he’s walking through the dimmed apparatus bay on his way back to the loft. It’s late and he’s tired, so he thinks his mind might be playing tricks with the shadows between the rigs. But just in case it isn’t, he backtracks a few steps and looks again. Nope, there really is a woman standing there—a beautiful woman.

She waits for him to approach her, not far from the doors, and the closer he gets the more lovely she is. Petite, with a heart-shaped face, large dark eyes, and long hair. She’s got her arms wrapped tightly around herself, and the cuffs of her cardigan are clutched in her fists. Chimney dons his best, most reassuring smile.

“May I help you?”

“Yes, I’m looking for someone who works here, I think. Evan Buckley?”

That goddamn kid. Of course it’s about him. This angel is probably one of his rando Tinder dates who got her hopes up, and now she’s come back to haunt him. Chimney tries not to let his disappointment show.

“Um, yeah, he’s upstairs, I believe.”

The lady makes a soft cry of relief when he says it—okay, dramatic, Chimney thinks—and she eagerly follows him upstairs.

“Hey, Buck,” he calls as they near the loft. “You have a visitor.”

They reach the top just as Buck gets up from the couch, where he was playing video games with Hen. He looks shocked when he sees her—totally shocked. Mouth hanging open and everything. Chimney steps back to watch the situation unfold. Yup, it’s gonna be interesting.

“Maddie?”

“Hi,” she answers in a choked voice, smiling.

Buck lopes across the room without another word and wraps her in a hug. He doesn’t let go.

Over on the couch, Hen catches Chimney’s eye; he shrugs in reply. Bobby’s looking on with a disapproving expression, which Chimney can hardly blame him for, because having Buck’s old girlfriends turn up at work is probably something Cap would like to discourage.

“What are you doing here?” Buck finally asks, still in disbelief. He pulls back but keeps his hands on the woman’s shoulders. “And how did you know where to find me?”

She gives him another wobbly smile. “I was in town and I wanted to see you. First I went to the address the Christmas cards keep coming from, but the guy said you’d moved out. And then I remembered the number of your firehouse from the picture you sent, so I thought I’d try here. Look at you, all grown up and official!”

She tugs on the front of his uniform, but Buck doesn’t play along.

“Wait, so you did get those Christmas cards.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch much lately.”

By the way she brushes off Buck’s question so lightly, Chimney isn’t convinced she’s all that sorry.

Buck lets his arms drop. “Three years, Maddie. I haven’t heard from you in three years.”

“Yeah, I know. And it’s not what I wanted.”

“Where is Doug?”

Her cheerfulness falters for a moment, then she lifts her chin. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

“You left him?” Buck asks incredulously.

She nods. “Finally.”

Chimney halts his tracks where he’s edging around the room to get to Hen. Well, this is unexpected. She was with someone else and now she’s running back to Buck, of all people?

“Jesus fucking Christ, Maddie. What took you so long?”

Bobby clears his throat, and Chimney thinks he’s about to cut the conversation short or at least tell Buck off for swearing, but he does neither.

“Buck, would you like to introduce us to your friend?”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” Buck says, startling as if he just remembered everyone else in the room exists. He wraps one arm around the woman’s shoulders and draws her further into the loft. “Maddie, this is my team. Everyone, this is Maddie. My big sister.”

Oh.

“Big sister?” Hen echoes faintly.

Well that changes things. Like, everything. Chimney looks between their faces, trying to spot a family resemblance. There isn't much of one, at first glance. Maybe a little around the nose and chin, if you squint.

Bobby comes over immediately to shake Maddie’s hand and introduce himself. Buck does the honors for the other firefighters who gather round to meet her. Only their new probie, Eddie, hangs back—understandably, since Buck’s been a dick to him all shift.

Chimney is the last one to meet Maddie, officially this time. “Howard Han, at your service. But everyone here calls me Chimney.”

Maddie’s face brightens—or rather, Chimney would like to believe it does. “Chimney? That sounds like a nickname with a story behind it.”

“It is, indeed.”

Hen jumps in before Chimney can go on (and probably saves him from making a fool of himself by telling a long-winded story to a woman he’s just met). “So, Maddie, what brings you to L.A.? Business or pleasure?”

“Um, not business. I’m an ER nurse, and we don’t really get to take business trips. I’m here to visit Evan.” Maddie’s eyes dart over to Buck, then back to Hen. “For a few days. I’m just passing through, actually.”

“But—” Buck starts to object.

Maddie cuts him off. “And I should probably let you get back to work, huh? It was nice to meet you all. Evan, maybe you can walk me out to my car?”

Buck stays silent for a few seconds, looking for all the world like Christmas has been canceled. He recovers quickly though, shifting back into his usual, eager-to-please self. “Hey, do you need a place to stay?”

“I was just going to get a hotel room. It’s fine.”

“No, you should stay with me. I’ve got plenty of room,” Buck tells her as they make their way towards the stairs. “I’m looking after my girlfriend’s place while she’s in Europe…”

Bobby comes over to stand with Chimney and Hen once Buck’s out of sight.

“Did you guys know he had a sister?” Hen asks.

Bobby nods. “He mentioned her to me once.”

“He never talks about his family,” Chimney observes. “Which is strange, since he’s always happy to share everything else about his life.”

Hen scoffs. “More than we want to hear, usually.”

“That’s probably a sign he doesn’t want to talk about it,” Bobby points out.

“I thought maybe we’d get to meet his parents when he finished his probation, if they came out to celebrate the occasion,” Hen says. “I guess that didn’t happen.”

“I offered to have a little ceremony and a party here for his friends and family at the end of his probationary period. He didn’t want it. Said he didn’t need a fuss.”

Hen frowns over this new bit of information, and Chimney, too, finds that it doesn’t jive with his idea of Buck. He’s a guy who eats up firefighting rituals and lore like they're a bowl of his favorite flavor of ice cream.

It’s only a couple minutes before Buck returns and takes a seat at the table. He stays lost in his own thoughts for a while, until Bobby slides a cup of coffee across to him.

“So… That’s my sister,” Buck mumbles to no one in particular.

“It must be good to see her after so long,” Bobby says.

“Yeah. I’ve missed her.” Buck runs a hand over his mouth, looking troubled. “I’m really glad she’s here. And relieved she’s not there anymore.”

Joining them at the table, Chimney gives into his curiosity and ventures, “I'm guessing it was a bad relationship?”

“It was a bad husband. Maybe the worst kind,” Buck says darkly. “I dunno for sure, though. She always wanted me to stay out of it.”

“But you’ve been worried about her,” Bobby says gently. He doesn’t push when Buck won’t answer right away.

When he does, he still seems hesitant. Afraid of saying too much.

“These past three years, every time I got a call from an unknown number, I’ve been afraid it might be someone from back home calling about Maddie—to tell me that something happened with Doug, or with some crazy person in the ER. I’ve just had a bad feeling, you know?”

Hen, who has come over to stand behind Buck, squeezes his shoulders. “She’s here now. She’s safe.”

“Yes, she is.” Buck tilts his head back to give Hen a weak smile. “Now I just have to convince her to stay.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, should it?” Chimney asks. “I mean, you’re here, right?”

With a sad sort of shrug, Buck says, “I’m not sure that’s enough of a reason for her.”

That night, Chimney stays up later than everyone except Eddie (who seems determined to be the last one to go to bed, due to either first-day overeagerness or first-night insomnia). As tired as he is, Chimney can’t stop thinking about Maddie and what she might have run away from. Now he also has to wonder what Buck was running from—because Buck’s not the type of person who’d leave someone he loves behind, especially if they might need him.

Everyone’s got a few ghosts in their pasts, Chimney muses as he stretches out on the couch. He takes one last look into the shadowy corners of the loft before closing his eyes. And you never see them coming when they decide to turn up.

[hypnolurker]

Yellow Fever

(Warning: contains offensive language/slurs and raceplay.)

Lucy was lazily flicking through page after page of men on tinder as her roommate, Tom, was reading something at the other side of the room. Lucy would smile and swipe right, occasionally moaning quietly or licking her lips as she did.

“I don’t know what you’re doing over there but I’m trying to read so please be a bit less distracting.” Tom complained in a monotone voice.

“Sorry, it’s just that there’s so many cute guys today on tinder.” She mewled, still staring at the screen with her finger swiping right.

“Weren’t you complaining just the other day about too many white dudes on tinder with douchey bios who probably couldn’t find China on a map?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know it’s just…they seem a lot cuter today. I was just in a bad mood then, that’s all. Ooh this guy is sooo hot!” Lucy said with an eager squeal.

Tom furrowed his brow for a moment and gazed at Lucy intensely. She was definitely acting strange. Her cheeks seemed flushed and she was way too into the guys on the screen. The “mmmhh"s and "ahh"s coming out of her sounded way too sexual.

"Hey Lucy, you don’t think you might have yellow fever do you?” He suggested with concern.

“Yellow fever? Isn’t that where white guys have a creepy fetish for all Asians?” She said, not taking her eyes off her phone.

“Didn’t you see the articles about it?” He pressed, voice slightly louder and more anxious.

Lucy glanced up for a second, shrugged, and continued swiping with that creepy look of desire on her face.

“Seriously, Asian women across the country have been reported to be acting strangely. Everyone is calling it yellow fever.” Tom spoke more urgently now.

“Come on Tom, you can’t trust everything you read on Facebook. Next you’ll tell me to invest in Bitcoin or something.” Lucy giggled, typing on her phone.

“This is real Lucy I’m telling you…” He shouted. Lucy wasn’t listening though. She was giggling and texting like a schoolgirl. It didn’t take long for her to jump up and start doing her makeup. “I’ve got a date with this totally hot guy. See you tonight…or maybe not!” She joked as she finished getting ready and headed out.

“Lucy, you have to take yellow fever seriously. If I’m right then you might end up doing something you’ll regret out there. You don’t want to end up like those other women…” Tom begged but Lucy ignored him and left.

At her date, Lucy felt strange. Her whole body was hot all over and her pussy throbbed. Every time she looked at this guy’s cute blue eyes or brown hair or tight chest she felt her head spin. She never experienced anything like this before.

“Are you feeling ok?” Her date asked. Lucy was beginning to think Tom was right. There was definitely something weird going on. Maybe she should leave before she did something stupid. She knew if she stayed longer her arousal would drive her crazy and she would wind up straddling this guys cock like a needy slut.

She gasped as she felt his strong hand wrap around her arm gently as he gazed into her eyes, leaning forward and saying once again “I said are you alright? You look like you’re burning up!”

She exhaled with a deep hot sigh and her legs shook. His grip on her arm was…amazing…she was sucked into his eyes. She wanted to…needed to…ugh she was so freaking horny! By the time they were leaving she couldn’t control herself anymore. As they walked through the car park they didn’t even make it to his car before she was on her knees. She had to taste it! Had to taste his hot white cock! There was no way she could resist. It was a fever. It was driving her crazy. He seemed a little startled but didn’t resist as she pulled his cock out of his pants and eagerly swirled her tongue around it, desperate to help it grow and stiffen.

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Her efforts worked quickly and before she knew it, Lucy was slurping happily on a thick, hard, white cock. The more she sucked, the more her head spun and the giddier she felt. White cock was delicious! She groaned and rubbed her fingers along her drippy slit as she swallowed the fat cock whole. Every time he grunted she felt her pussy twitch and when his cock spasmed and came she moaned excitedly, the pulsating rod popping out of her mouth and spraying hot, sticky threads of cum across her eager face.

“Fuck! Lucy! I knew this would happen. I came because I was worried about you.” Tom said, rushing towards them.

“Oh my gosh, Tom! You’re here! And you look so hot too…white cum tastes so good…do you want to cover my face in it too? Please!” Lucy begged seductively. Tom was mortified.

“Lucy, this is a public car park! People can see you!”

A man walking his dog was just passing by and seemed utterly shocked at the perverted sight of Lucy, cum soaked and staring up at the still twitching cock with glee.

“Hey mister, can I taste your white cum too? It’s so yummy!” Lucy pleaded mindlessly. “She’s really not there anymore is she…” Tom sighed as he approached Lucy.

He tried to get Lucy to come with him, but it was obvious she was in no state to be reasoned with. “Please cum on my slutty face sir! I love hot white cum!” She begged as Tom figured out the only way to convince her to come with him.

Tom took out his cock and she happily wrapped her soft lips around it and her tongue set to work. Tom used this to his advantage and guided her with his dick back to his car. After fucking her in the back to calm her down a little he was able to drive her back to the apartment. He thought he could keep her safe. It wasn’t so bad if she just had sex with him. She would understand he was just trying to help her…

But she wasn’t satisfied with just his cock. When he got tired and needed a break from sex, the fever crazed Lucy escaped the apartment. By the time Tom found her again things had gotten much worse.

When he caught up to Lucy she was in the bathroom of a rather seedy bar, sucking off any guy she could. When Tom tried to take her back this time he was confronted by a man claiming to be her new owner.

“This is my little chink slut, she’s not going with you.” He yelled. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you racist piece of shit! That’s my roommate not some sex object!” He protested, but it was difficult to hear over the sounds of a panting, horny Lucy slurping at some stranger’s cock greedily as semen dripped down her body.

Unfortunately for Tom, Lucy’s new owner didn’t appreciate his attitude and before long a bruised and beaten Tom was kicked out of the bar.

Tom contacted the police, but they were no help. Lucy was just one of many similar cases and it wasn’t even like she was taken against her will. As far as they were concerned there was little they could do to help.

Finally, Tom gave up. At least Lucy was happy in her new life as a cock sucking slut. Years passed and there was no cure to yellow fever. Even if he could find her and get her back, she would still be nothing but a cock addicted cumrag. That was Lucy’s fate in the end.

[thelasttime]

hi madie! nobody asked but i just want to share abt my life lately. Idk what’s wrong with this year but it keeps getting worst lmao. so i’m the same anon who got ghosted by the guy i met on tinder a few months back (after my birthday, to be exact). i started dating again after 3 mos of healing, this time a guy from work. We dated for 2 mos (june-august). Our dates were realllly nice, there were LOTS of pda and holding my hands and hugs and stuff. i remember on our first date he asked me if we could date exclusively (which i thought was too early back then) and i agreed. only for him to take it back on our second date. he said that he was emotional when he said that and that we should get to know each other first and be friends first (with holding hands and hugs and pda) to which i also agreed to (idiot). And that we should still be open to talking to other people. I really wanted him to be my first bf (because he didn’t have exes either). We both don’t have experience in relationships. But as time went on, he started feeling distant. Whenever i asked him abt us, he was always so unsure. He said he still don’t know if we’re compatible enough bc we have so many similarities. That really hurt. So i ended it a month ago. And when i sent the message about ending it, his response was “no hard feelings, ok?” And it sucks so much bc im the only one who seems to be hurting even though im the one who ended it. After crying for a whole month, I messaged him again last week (i knoww, im sorry i couldnt help it) and telling him i missed him (cringe) and asked him if he was just keeping me around before bc i was convenient to him and i also asked him if he just waited for me to end it. He responded and said “no, i think the feelings just slowly faded away.” Idk what to feel. I wish I never let him hold my hand or hug me. That’s what makes it even harder, to think that you were both acting like you’re together. Sometimes i think maybe dating isn’t for me. Or maybe i just keep choosing the wrong guy.

Im so sorry about this long ass ask, i just wanted to share what’s going on lately. Your blog feels like a safe space to me, tbh.

hi bestie :( it’s easy to get caught up in the really good feelings when they’re happening and even easier when the person is reassuring you!! i don’t think this is on you - you were just following what was happening and it’s on him for being so unclear and vague. i actually think it’s fine that you reached out again, if it helped you get closure and feel some sense of finality or clarity then that’s all worth it. do try dating again but take it at your own pace this time. know that it’s important to follow your heart and the good feelings but also to make sure you’re listening to your head too

[aajjks]

BC!JK

you’re just going to pretend you didn’t hear jungkook say he loves you but you definitely heard him say the four letter words. what was once “like” you has now turned to “love” you and with everything that’s happened in your life, you aren’t sure you can love anyone as much as eunwoo but it’s not a guaranteed fact.

you can tell and feel how much jungkook likes you. from his body language to the way he speaks to you, it’s so obvious that he’s in love with you. it’s like you’re the center of his world and you won’t lie, when he revealed the pet cat he got you, you felt endeared by his sweet act.

“what if he thinks i’m going to hurt you? maybe bam can see into the future and decides to—“ you sound so crazy right now and the closer you get to jungkook’s bedroom, your confidence to meet him is quickly dwindling.

do it for jungkook

do it for jungkook

do it for jungkook

you tell yourself as you wrap your arms around jungkook’s waist and as you hear him open the door to his bedroom and the moment you see the tall, brown dog your arms squeeze around jungkook’s small waist.

“he’s huge!!!!” you squeak as you hide your face in jungkook’s back and bam is excitedly leaping on jungkook and is curiously trying to see the female behind his father.

“aah!” you scream as you feel bam’s nose sniffing your legs and when jungkook gets his excited dog to calm down, he instructs you to put out your hand so bam can scent you.

hesitantly, you stick your hand out and watch as bam sniffs your hand and forearm.

“oh, this isn’t so bad” you smile and when jungkook tells you to pet him, uncomfortably rub the dobermann’s head but the rubbing soon turns to you scratching behind his ears. bam even scents sage and you wouldn’t say your fear of dogs isn’t 100% gone but you don’t mind bam walking around as long as he doesn’t bite you.

when your hand leaves his ears and leave the room, bam is tailing right behind you leaving jungkook and sage behind.

“JUNGKOOK! I THINK HE LIKES ME!” you shout from your room as you run back to jungkook who’s coddling sage in his arms.

“sorry, had to get my glasses. aww, you like your cat-dad? he’s so sweet isn’t he?” you coo at sage as you stroke her head and go back to caress bam.

“jungkook?” you call his name.

you have to move on, right? why chase the dating scene when there’s a man right here waiting for you to give him a chance. a REAL shot at your heart. you won’t have to swipe on tinder and meet creepy guys on bumble, you’re going to be like alicia keys and take a leap of faith.

you take a deep breath…

“would you like to—“

*DING* *DONG*

“jungkook? open this door, it’s your mother!! i need you to come to an event i’m hosting today!! jungkook? i know you’re home answer this door right now!!”

What the fuck were you about to say? Well, that shall remain mystery for quite some time because his mother is here.. jungkook rolls his eyes before he puts sage in your arms, he makes sure to give you a sweet smile before going to the door to answer it.

“I’m coming, Mother.” Jungkook shouts back as he walks towards the door and turns the knob. “Ahhhh what a surprise mom.” He remarks, because his parents never have time for him when it’s not about their work.

She rarely visits him, so jungkooks definitely giving her a shocked look. “Well come in.” of course he’s going to invite her in because even if he doesn’t she’s going to invite herself in.

Mrs Jeon walks in, like a queen, like she owns this house. “Well… you are lucky because I was awake..” he says before closing the door and he follows her in.

And that’s when he remembers that you are here.

And you just met his mother, well, you both just saw each other- because her eyes are immediately set on you. “Well…. Mom this yn…” he’s scratching the back of his head because he’s not sure how his mom is going to react to the fact that you’re the girl he talked about, the other day.

He’s never introduced a girl before his parents- he’s not sure how this is going to go especially when his mother is already looking for girls for him to date.

And what is even funnier is the fact that you don’t even know that his parents know about you even if it’s indirectly, but they have an idea that their son has someone on their mind- and his father might not mind that fact? His mother definitely will.

“Yn, angel? This is my mother, I’m sure you’ve heard about her- Jeon Jihye.” he rolls his eyes, because of course, his mother is very well designer.

And you’re a girl.

His parents are very famous. Maybe that’s why he got away with bullying you for so long.- he’s not proud of his past- and he wishes that his parents educated him on how to treat people better….

It’s getting awkward because his mother just keeps staring at your face like you’re some kind of a wonder- he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing….

And you’re already getting awkward.

Oh shit, this is gonna be amazing.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Dates/Date Night (2) Masterlist

part one

Court Five (ao3) - takemymoneycth luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 21k

Summary: A story in which a young college tennis player maybe likes his new coach a little too much.

Empty spaces filled with love and movie dates (ao3) - starsandnightskies luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Ashton likes taking Luke on dates.

Everything I Didn't Say (ao3) - 5sass (steveharringtonmain) luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Luke is mute, Ashton is cute.

// Or the one where this is 'Love Actually'

fallin' in love on the first date (i don't even know your last name) (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 5k

Summary: “Hi,” Luke says, remembering his manners just in time. “I’m Luke.”

“Calum,” says the gorgeous stranger, smiling so big and bright his eyes crinkle. “I’m thinking of adopting a cat, maybe. Just thought I would check out the options.” He scans Luke up and down and raises an eyebrow. “So to speak.”

five stars every time that you come through (ao3) - tutorgirl Luke/Ashton E, 6k

Summary: date night is a tradition in their relationship that ashton takes very seriously.

Give Me Your Hand (ao3) - nationalnobody michael/luke G, 2k

Summary: In which Michael and Luke both like each other and practically everyone knows it but them. However Michael absolutely refuses to believe that Luke could like him back and it takes the idiot multiple pushes in the right direction to finally confess.

Hold For All Eternity (ao3) - senioritastyles Luke/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: Luke works at the new penguin exhibit and Ashton asks him out.

i'd go back and ride that rollercoaster - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: Calum helps Ashton get a new date, and their first date is at the amusement park, which isn't Ashton's first choice of a date night, but he certainly isn't complaining when he finally meets the cute boy he's been talking to through text messages.

I've always wondered where you've been (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 2k

Summary: It’s perfect, Luke thinks, being placed on the side where they can blend in perfectly yet see everything. Calum looks equally pleased as he sits down, unfolding the napkin onto his lap, nodding to the waiter as they fill up glasses with water.

They have the best view, right where they need to be in order to see Michael and Ashton across the room, too tied up in one another to notice anyone else in the place.

Or, Calum and Luke are spying on Michael and Ashton's date.

Love, Let Your Music Be Mine (ao3) - megr0se calum/ashton T, 3k

Summary: Ashton and Calum met on a TV dating show, this is their second date.

Stood Up and Saved (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton G, 4k

Summary: Luke knew that getting stood up on a date (or acting as such) could get you a free meal or dessert, but he didn't know that it could get you a date with the cute waiter.

In other words, getting stood up on his first date was difficult, but he realized that he was never waiting for the girl who had asked him out.

such a brilliant star you are (ao3) - lazhton luke/ashton G, 3k

Summary: In which Ashton mistakes Luke for being his blind date and Luke is too shy to correct him, and so he accidentally ends up going on a date with a total stranger.

Tinder (ao3) - flowercrownmikey michael/luke G, 7k

Summary: Luke and Michael get talking and realize they're both in the same closet.

They meet up at the cinema, along with all of Luke's friends.

you call me up (but you got my number wrong) (ao3) - FayeHunter, lifewasradical luke/calum T, 16k

Summary:

Calum (12:00pm) Hi. I got this number from a friend. I wanted to know if you were still offering tutoring services for Biology

Unknown number (12:08pm) Sorry, who is this?

Or, Calum accidentally texts the wrong number.

You're Just a Daydream Away (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton M, 2k

Summary: Ashton and Luke get to enjoy date night.

Your kaleidoscope eyes so pretty, baby (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Luke gets ready for his date with Ashton and ends up getting a surprise.

[grelleswife]

However, like a pile of tinder catching fire from a tiny match, Lizzy was emboldened by the maid’s outburst.

“Whether you like it or not, Mother, these babies are on their way, and we can’t dwell on principles when we need to focus on what’s practical!” she exploded. “I’ll admit that I wasn’t too pleased with Sebastian either, when I first learned the news. But he literally went to hell and back to find a cure when Mey first got sick…and later, when that didn’t work, he stuck his neck out by asking another, more powerful demon to help her! They may not have exchanged vows yet, but they’ve already proven that they’ll stand by each other in sickness and in health. Isn’t that what marriage is all about?”

Frances let out a huff, though the steely glint in her eye lost a touch of its sharpness.

Alexis patted her arm.  

“Your sense of honor is among your most shining virtues, dear, but I think this situation warrants a flexible approach,” he said gently.

“A lax one, you mean,” she grumbled, before pausing to mull over her next words as she locked eyes with Mey Rin.

“Under most circumstances, I would not tolerate being addressed in such a manner…but you’ve got pluck. I’d react in much the same way if someone spoke ill of my Alexis,” she conceded. “And if you’re dead set on plighting your troth to this demon, I suppose there’s no help for it.”

“Indeed I am!” the maid shot back, positioning herself in front of Sebastian as if preparing to shield him from another offensive move by the marchioness.

Shaking her head in resignation, Frances curtly told the demon, “Well, if that is how it is to be, I expect you to do right by her, butler, and properly attend to your duties as a husband and father. Is that clear?”

“Of course, your ladyship,” he stammered, with the plaintive gaze and subdued mien of a cat drenched in a rainstorm.

A tense silence descended upon the assembled company, until, thoroughly fed up with the whole kerfuffle, Astre sighed wearily, “Now that that’s settled, can we please get everyone situated in their rooms—preferably without stabbing additional members of my staff? Sieglinde and Wolfram will be stuck out there all evening if we keep yammering on.”

Sebastian piped up, “My lord, I can—”

“No. You and Mey Rin go rest. I’ll ring for Tanaka to see to it.”

“Come on, honey,” the maid added firmly, standing up and tugging the butler’s sleeve to curtail his objections.

Casting a nervous glance at Lady Frances, he reluctantly obliged, limping out of the room with his mate, each wrapping an arm around the other’s waist for support.

“Shall I use my powers to take us back to your room, carissima?” he asked her once they’d made it into the hall. “It might be more comfortable for you than walking the whole way.”

Eyeing his bloodstained shirtfront, she anxiously replied, “Are you sure that won’t tire you out?”

“Certainly not. I have one hell of a capacity for endurance,” he winked.

Mey pursed her lips, not fully convinced, but reluctantly acquiesced. Nothing wrong with taking a shortcut when they were both still frazzled.

He pulled her closer…and, the next instant, they were seated on Mey Rin’s bed, the demon wheezing as he slumped forward.

“Sebastian!”

The maid gripped his arm to keep him steady.

Ooo, why hadn’t she put her foot down?! This wasn’t the time for her hard-headed devil to push himself to the point of exhaustion, no it wasn’t.

“I—I suppose I…might have…overextended…just a tad…” he panted.

“That’s exactly what I was worried about!”

He winced, the amber hue of his tea-brown eyes turning dull, and Mey instantly regretted snapping at him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered forlornly. “Lady Frances was justified in her censure of me…no matter how I strive, my love is a curse that brings you pain time and again…”

But then he gasped when Mey Rin flung her arms around his neck, letting the demon’s head come to rest against her shoulder as she cried, “You stop that, you do!!! Our courtship ain’t all daisies and petunias like in the storybooks, but I don’t want that—I want you, Sebastian. Even with the pain along the way, your love’s made me the happiest I’ve ever been, yes it has. I don’t regret a thing.”

[ confess ] With Sebamey (because I also feel like trying to write Mey Mey for once~) "Se-Sebastian.. I.. I h-have somethin' I really wanna tell you." The maid squeaked out, hands grabbing the ends of her maid skirt and squeezing as she stood on the spot, trembling. "I-I.. I-I think I.. I m-m-might l-l... l-li... " She covered her eyes with both hands then. "IthinkI'minlovewithyou!!" And then instinct made the girl try to run.

Well. Sebastian was very much aware that Mey Rin fancied him, but he’d hardly expected a full-blown confession. To his chagrin, the demon realized it made him feel different than previous declarations of “love” from idiotic mortals. He knew how to handle lust and selfish greed. The depravities humans committed for the sake of a conventionally attractive physique disgusted him. But the shy, adoring look Mey Rin had given as she stared up at him wasn’t tainted by such lowly appetites. It was intriguing (though he sensed that that didn’t fully describe the peculiar excitement coursing through him). The demon’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist.

“A moment, Mey Rin. Did you say just now that you were in love with me?”

[corvase]

when in doubt fake a marriage! prompts

feel free to use:)

“let’s get married.” “… ok…” “OK????”

character a kneeling down like “will you ma—“ and character b like “get up.”

rather than strangers to fake lovers, best friends to fake lovers or coworkers (!!!) to fake lovers

what if one of them just put up a tinder account solely for attracting someone to beg them to be in a fake relationship with them

“we need a reason, though. my parents won’t be too approving of us living together if—“ “what if we got married?”

“what’s the timeline?” “let’s say we met.. nine months ago.” “woah… suspicious.”

how well do they work together? do they like each other? hate each other? indifferent? and if so, what makes them begin to see the other in a new light?

they’re at an event together and one offers the other food not knowing they’re allergic so now they have to explain why their spouse wouldn’t know their allergies

they choose to get married because both their families are pressuring them

they choose to get married because they need that requirement for a certain benefit, etc

“why do you keep looking at me like that?” “no reason… the dress is just.. you’re just…” “i mean, it was from party city, but thank you.”

“thank you for thinking of me… even if this isn’t real.”

a sudden “what if we got married?” and a “…… it scares me that that was the first solution you could think of.” response

the first time their called by the others’ last name

“oh my gosh i just lied to your parents. i never lie to parents. i feel sick. they were so kind.” “breathe.”

“oh. you got me flowers. wow.” “you are my spouse, aren’t you?”

“does this mean anything to you like… truly, at all?”

the moment they walk down the aisle and neither are in love just yet so they’re both thinking “i can’t believe this is my life🙁”

“let’s pretend to be married.” “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND????”

a confession like “i love you.” and a blank stare in response so they go “no like, for real. like actually. like i genuinely love you.”

“sorry… my family can be a bit much.” “no, i love them.”

“ok but how do i explain to my fake husband that i want him to be his real wife who got married with real vows and stuff?”

one character whispering to the other while they’re asleep, “i want this so badly to be real.”

the wedding night… i won’t elaborate

the first time they kiss and why… how is it explained away? is it even acknowledged?

“i want to marry you, for real.”

“i think you’re the most radiant person i’ve seen ever. i’m glad i married you.” “the first or second time?”

a scene where they discuss the logistics; are they actually legally getting married? if so are they living together? splitting bills? what about transportation? consider all these things :)

[c-e-d-dreamer]

I told myself I was going to work on my chaptered WIPs after dinner today, but instead, I saw this TikTok on my FYP and was instantly like I need to write this. So I did write this. Enjoy maybe? I don't even know

“We're sorry ladies and gentlemen, but due to the bad weather at our destination, we will be delayed again. We will now begin boarding at 8:40. Thank you.”

Nesta barely swallows down her sigh, and a number of groans and grumbles echo around her, clearly mirroring her annoyance and souring mood. Three hours. They're delayed another three hours. It's just the cherry on top of an already stressful travel day.

She digs her phone out of her bag and quickly sends a text in the groupchat with her sisters, giving them an update on her flight status. With that done, she spends some time scrolling aimlessly through social media, already mentally chastising herself for not packing a backup book into her carry-on. She should've known. She should've known everything that could go wrong, would, and she'd be stuck sitting at her gate for hours with her book already finished from the first hour delay.

Rather than stare at the walls for the next three hours, Nesta thumbs through her apps until she finds Tinder, knowing that will at least provide some entertainment while she waits. As soon as the app loads, she starts judging and swiping. Shirtless photo with the face cut off? Swipe. Group photos of generic looking white dudes where you can't even tell who the profile is even for? Swipe. Photo with an obvious ex? Swipe. Photo from the gym? Swipe.

“Wow,” a voice says from behind Nesta, making her jump. “You didn’t even want to think about it a bit more before swiping? Looked like a great guy to me.”

Nesta twists in her seat, and to her horror, comes face to face with the exact man she just swiped left on. He has his hair scraped back into a bun rather than down the way he had in his picture, and this close, Nesta realizes his eyes are a bright hazel, the gold of them seeming to flicker in amusement under the harsh airport lighting. But despite the slight differences, there’s no denying it’s most definitely him.

Nesta is sure her face must be the picture perfect of embarrassment, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. She can feel the tell-tale signs of a blush creeping up her neck and threatening to spill across her cheeks, but she quickly schools her features into a scowl instead. From the smirk that tugs up the left corner of the man’s lips, he’s clearly clocked it anyways.

“Gym rat isn’t really my type,” Nesta tells him primly.

“Is that so?” the man laughs, the sound warm and seeming to rumble deep from within his chest. “You didn’t even swipe through all the photos either. The third one is a nice photo with a dog. Doesn’t that show I’m a caring guy?”

“I think it shows that you try too hard on your dating profile.”

“You know, just for that, I’m going to remove my like,” the man shoots back, tossing Nesta a wink when he takes in her surprise. “That’s right, sweetheart. If you had swiped right, it would have been a match.”

“Oh, no. Whatever will I do now?” Nesta remarks dryly with a roll of her eyes.

The man laughs again, stretching out his hand over the backs of their seats toward her. “Cassian by the way, since it looked like you swiped too fast to even read my name.”

Nesta scoffs, but she slides her hand into Cassian’s. His hands are much larger than hers, practically swallowing hers whole as his fingers curl around her hand. The calluses of them slide against her palm, but his hand is warm and steady, and for a moment, she swears her blood heats from the contact, that some flame deep within rises to meet him, to greet him as though her very soul seems to recognize him.

“So what has you flying to Velaris?” Cassian asks when he pulls his hand back.

“Family,” Nesta explains, shifting in her seat to face him properly. “My sister lives there, so I’m flying out for her engagement party.”

“Same for me. Both my brothers live in Velaris, so I’m flying home for them. Well, Rhys in particular, but…” Cassian says with an easy shrug before reaching his hand up and rubbing it almost nervously along the back of his neck. “Anyways, you know with the delay, they technically have to give us food and drink vouchers now. Want to go check out one of the bars?”

Nesta can’t stop the surprise laugh that tears past her lips, refusing to acknowledge the warm feeling that blooms in her gut when Cassian’s face lights up at the sound. “Are you asking me on a date? In an airport?”

“Absolutely,” Cassian agrees, his grin wide. “Do you have anything better to do for the next three hours?”

Nesta blinks once, twice, but she can’t say he’s wrong. Not to mention, that after spending so long dealing with the lines and the delays at the airport, she could definitely go for a big glass of wine.

“Alright, fine. I'm in,” Nesta agrees, standing up and gathering her things.

Cassian's grin widens even more somehow, the greens and golds of his hazel eyes seeming to alight as he stands up as well, shouldering his backpack. They retrieve their vouchers from the worker behind the counter, and then Cassian offers his arm toward Nesta like they're in the countryside of some period movie and not the middle of the crowded, dingy airport in the twenty-first century. Nesta raises an eyebrow at the gesture, but she settles her hand in the crook of his elbow nonetheless, letting Cassian lead them away from their gate and toward one of the airport bars.

Nesta hates to admit it, but she ends up having a good time with Cassian. Despite Nesta's correct assessment of him being a gym rat, he tells her about the gym he owns and operates, the classes that he teaches there. She tells him about her own job, about the law firm she's working at and some of her past cases, and he actually seems interested, asks her questions and listens. But more than anything, for every dry remark, every quip, she throws his direction, he doesn't balk or get offended. Instead, he rises to the challenge, laughing and smirking and throwing his own suggestive comments right back at her. For as much as he has her rolling her eyes in fond annoyance, he has her laughing too. It’s easy in a way it probably shouldn’t be, but Nesta doesn’t mind.

Almost too quickly, the three hours pass, and Nesta and Cassian make it back to their gate. Thankfully, their plane is actually boarding now. Cassian has a higher boarding number than Nesta on his ticket, so she expects that to be the end of their chance encounter today, but when she steps onto the plane, Cassian waves her down.

“Saved you a seat,” Cassian explains, gesturing to the open seat beside him.

Nesta glances at the seats further down the plane, at the line of people waiting behind her expectantly. She steels her nerves and slides her bag into the overhead compartment, settling into the seat beside Cassian after all. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long after she’s seated for the plane to finish boarding and takeoff. Nesta prepares to settle in for the flight, but to her surprise, Cassian takes two sets of headphones from the flight attend when she offers them.

“So what movie do you want to watch?” Cassian asks, touching through to the entertainment options on the screen in front of him.

“You know you can’t plug two sets of headphones in, right?”

“True, but I can hit play on both our screens at the exact same time.”

Nesta snorts quietly at that, but she doesn’t say anything more as Cassian pulls up a movie on both their screens, lets him plug in both sets of headphones and takes the ones plugged into her screen. She has to bite her lip around a laugh while Cassian hovers a finger over both screens, ensuring he presses play at the exact same time on both.

Nesta relaxes back to watch the movie, but it’s not long before the stress of the day catches up with her, exhaustion digging deep into her bones and pulling her under. She tries to focus on the actors on the screen, on the dialogue and the story, but her eyes feel heavier and heavier with each passing minute. She decides to close her eyes, just for a few minutes.

When Nesta opens her eyes again, the screen in front of her is black, and a quick glance toward Cassian’s screen shows a new movie playing. Her head is nestled against his shoulder, his arm wrapped snuggly around her shoulders and fingers drawing senseless patterns against her bicep. Nesta knows that she should move, that she should sit up, but she’s so comfortable, so warm. With each relaxed inhale in and exhale out, it doesn’t take much coaxing for Nesta to fall back asleep again.

Nesta wakes again when a gentle hand on her shoulder rouses her. She blinks her eyes a few times before Cassian’s face comes into focus, and he offers her a small, soft smile.

“We made it to Velaris,” Cassian explains quietly. “Just landed.”

Nesta nods her head and sits up, rubbing at her eyes and the remnants of sleep still clinging there. The plane starts to deboard, and they both clamber out of their seats, Cassian getting Nesta’s bag down for her. They follow the signs to baggage claim, waiting until bags start to drop down onto the carousel. Nesta spots her bag first. She goes to grab it, but Cassian pulls it off the carousel for her. It doesn’t take his own bag long to appear, and he grabs that too.

With both their bags now in hand, Nesta turns toward him, realizing that this is it. This is the end of their unexpected traveling together. That now they’ll go their separate ways in Velaris. That now she’ll probably never again see Cassian and his hazel eyes and his easy grins, never hear his suggestive barbs and his warm laughter.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye then,” Nesta tells him, surprising even herself with the way she feels… disappointed, the way her heart prickles and squeezes between her ribs.

“I guess it is,” Cassian agrees, leaning down and pressing a kiss against Nesta’s cheek. “Enjoy Velaris, Nes.”

Cassian turns and heads for the airport doors, leaving Nesta standing there and blinking in shock after him. She reaches a hand up, pressing her fingers against the spot he had kissed her, only the ding of her phone finally pulling her back to reality. She digs it out of her bag, finding a text message from a new contact blinking up at her.

—

Airport Hottie

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Won’t Give Up

Prequel to Stress Relief, Right Through Me, Waiting, and Honey I’m Home

Warnings: nothing too concerning, intimidation, dark intensions.

Summary: We go back to the beginning.

Even though it’s a drabble, I do appreciate any comments and feedback you have. Thanks for reading!

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Your phone vibes. The third time from that number. You sigh and flip up the lock screen as you step onto the platform and look up at the sign for your ETA. Your Tinder date wants a reply and you don’t want to give it to him. Not then, you’re too tired from work.

Your train pulls up and you shuffle in with the rest of the passengers. You find a seat along the side and tap on the screen with your thumbs, typing and deleting several messages before you get the words right.

‘Hey. Busy day at work, sorry for the late response. I had a great time but I just don’t think we want the same things. Friends?’

You hit send and pull your purse from against your hip into your lap, resting your hands on top. You think of the night before. Most of your online dates took you to a bar but not Clark. A nice restaurant. Fancy. It should have been the first hint at his very traditional outlook. One the subject of kids came up, you knew it wasn’t going to work.

Your phone buzzes and your stomach flips. He was nice. Maybe too nice. And cute. But you just didn’t want that white picket fence. You liked being able to drive out of town on a spontaneous weekend away or go shopping at the new local shop. You just wanted someone to join in the excitement. It definitely isn’t him.

‘That’s too bad. I really like you. Sure you don’t want to give me a second chance?’ The response is calm and cool. Nothing like the guys who immediately hurl the most juvenile insults back at you. Still, he can be decent and still not your type.

‘Sorry, Clark. I thought my profile made it clear what I’m looking for. I would hate to give you false hope.’

You’re happy with your decision. You lower your phone again and exhale, looking around the car as it draws up to a stop and lets on more bodies. You yawn and lean back, the lights on the other side of the window flickering in your peripherals.

You jolt as the train takes off and lean into the motion. At your stop, your phone still hasn’t vibed again. That’s that. He’s probably disappointed. You don’t expect an answer. You both just need to keep swiping.

You get off and cross the platform. You feel your phone, a different kind of buzz, a notification. You have a message on Tinder. It’s Clark. Weird. You open it up but the chat shows only an error: This user is no longer available. Either he’s blocked you or deleted. Likely the former.

You shrug and continue on to your building as the street lights glow in the grim urban night. You unlock the grate front door and let yourself past the inner barrier. Both clang behind you heavily. You climb the stairs as you scroll through your feed, not paying attention to the path ahead.

Inside your apartment, everything is as you left it. You open a can of cat food, expecting Mona to come out for her nightly feeding. When she doesn’t, you leave the tin on the counter and go to look under the couch for her.

You search under the table and the chair too, then go into the bedroom. The curtains ripple with the breeze flowing in through the open windows. What the hell? You never leave the open. Did Mona get out? Did she fall?

You rush to the pane and stop short as suddenly a shadow looms over you, a figure floating in the air, a cape flapping behind the surreal form as two red eyes glow in the night. You gape up at him as he slowly hovers towards you.

“You don’t know what you want,” Clark’s voice sends a tremor through you, “but I’m right here, honey. I’m exactly what you need.”

[fuwushiguro]

Daddy Was Always Honest, Never Had a Santa Claus

Track Four: Big Bag | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: If there's one thing certain in life it's that I'm never leaving my daddy Toji out of an event :) Warnings: stepcest, daddy kink, bratting, car sex, degradation, praise, petnames, orgasm denial, fingering, vaginal penetration, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.Words: 2.6k

Your daddy hates it when you’re a brat. That’s how you found yourself in an alleyway in London getting fucked within an inch of your life in the backseat of his hired town car. There is part of you that is remorseful, of course, but there is an even bigger part of you that is grinning from ear to ear at this very expected turn of events. He just fucks you better when he’s riled up. And there’s absolutely no better way to rile him up that to be a big brat. You think he doesn’t know you do it on purpose? Huh? Do you think you have a dumb ol’ daddy who doesn’t know how much you like getting fucked like a whore?

He may tell you he hates it when you brat, but secretly, he loves it.

He flew you and your brother Megumi out to London so that you could do some Christmas shopping together. His wallet is as fat as his cock, and you love him for it. Your poor mother, she couldn’t even come and spend the holidays here with you because she was busy with work. What a shame. It means you have your daddy all to yourself.

Megumi isn’t stupid, either, he knows you’re his dad’s extra piece of ass. But he doesn’t care. Your brother, God love him, is quite possibly a bigger brat than you are. He isn’t a brat in the sense he’ll throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get what he wants. Toji just loves to throw money at him, so he’s come to expect it. He’s willing to turn a blind eye to your indiscretions so long as he gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And it suits Toji just fine, that’s what he’s been doing his whole life anyway.

“Let me out here, I matched with some whore on Tinder. Gonna meet her for some drinks and fuck her later.” Megumi explains. Toji nods, signalling the driver to pull over and let his son out. “I’ll be needing some cash for the date, of course.”

“Naturally, here, piss off and enjoy getting your dick wet. Later Megs,” Toji waves as your driver took off again.

He noticed you pouting out of the corner of his eye. Such a damn brat. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, you know he never does when you go all puppy dog eyes on him. So, you begin to whimper. Pawing at his shirt and snuggling closer to him.

“Daaaaaaddy.” you fuss, doing all that you can to gain his attention.

“What, baby? What is it?”

“’s not fair, daddy.” you tell him, folding your arms and moving away from him with a disgruntled expression on your sweet little face. He chuckles at that. So petulant and just plain adorable.

“What’s not fair darlin’? Look at me ‘n tell me, daddy can’t make it better unless you tell me.” he expresses. When you don’t budge, your eyes widen when you feel his enormous arms wrap around you. He pulls you onto his lap, commanding you to look him in the eyes as he manoeuvres your face with his index finger. “Tell me right now. Or I’m taking all of your new designer shit right on back to the store.”

“It’s just… why do you let Megumi do whatever he wants but not me? I’d never be allowed to go to a bar alone… you’re so strict with me, Toji.”

“Sorry, didn’t catch that. What the fuck did you just call me?”

“’m sorry… I meant daddy. I love you daddy.”

“That’s what I thought. It’s a big scary city sweetheart, ‘n you’re daddy’s little girl aren’tcha? Don’t want anything to happen to my baby, wanna keep you safe at all times.”

“But—”

“Enough. I know best, don’t I? Now, we’re gonna go back to the hotel and get ready ‘cause I’m takin’ you somewhere fancy to eat, alright?”

The novelty of your bratty behaviour quickly wore off, for him. You’d been in a bad mood since you got back to your hotel room. Normally you enjoy listening to music while you get ready, but today you sat in silence with the gloomiest expression on your face he’s ever seen.

Despite the fact you were wearing one of the absolutely gorgeous new dresses he’d bought for you, it still didn’t coax a smile out of you. Ungrateful little bitch. You didn’t even give your daddy a twirl. Why the fuck did he pay for it if you won’t even show him how good you look in it?

Just keep pushing him, see what happens.

You’re back in the town car again. The sky is black, and the Christmas lights are illuminating the sky. There’s too much light pollution for the stars to shine, but the seasonal decorations are the perfect substitute. And you’re back to where you had been earlier, the stores are still open. And suddenly, you’re in the mood to shop again.

“Daddy, I want some new shoes.” you tell him.

“That’s nice baby. But that’s not how I’ve taught you to ask for things plus you’ve been a little shit all day. So,”

“Can I please have some news shoes daddy?” you ask, oh so nicely, fluttering your big fake eyelashes at him. He smiles, holding your chin by his thumb and index finger as he tilts you towards him for a kiss. But instead of a kiss, you’re gifted with a smirk.

“No.”

And that’s it. You screamed bloody murder in the back of the car, pulling out your perfectly styled hair and flinging your shoes you already had on at him. Repeats of how much you wanted new shoes shrieked through the car, until finally,

“Alright, pull over.” Toji lamented. You were smiling so sweetly again, using the mirror from your purse to put your hair back in place. Such a damn brat.

That’s it, keep pushing him juuuust like that.

There was barely any room for either of you to move when you got back into the car. You’d given your daddy’s credit card a gorgeous workout, filling the boot of the car to the brim. You were never going to just get one pair of new shoes. And shoes weren’t the limit, either. More new clothes as well as new makeup to boot. Plus, a few sets of sexy lingerie just for daddy.

Even he couldn’t deny the way his cock hardened as you modelled them for him in the changing room.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you for my new things, daddy.”

“You better be good at the restaurant now, eat all your food ‘n behave yourself.” Toji tells you, there is an expectant look on his face. He expects you to be good. He knows you’re his good little girl, he just doesn’t know what’s gotten into you today.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Baby—”

“No! I don’t want to go, Toji! I don’t wanna go I wanna go home.”

“Fuck sake. Hey, see this alleyway? Yeah. Pull the fuck over.”

Your heart rate quickened as the driver did as he was told. Toji threw a fat roll of cash at him and told him to go somewhere for a little while. He wanted some privacy with his favourite girl. It was exhilarating and alarming all in one terrifying bout. You made the interesting decision to ignore him; only adding an aggressive fuel to the fire.

Do you have a death wish?

He watched you with a threatening glare and a frightening smirk. You found one of the many new lipsticks you’d bought with your daddy’s money in one of the canary yellow bags resting by your feet. It was admirable, really, how you took your time with coating your lips in the nude pink, sweet tasting lipsticks. If he wasn’t already hard, he’s sure it would have had him standing to attention.

“I’ve been sooo naughty, daddy.” you speak as you offer him an over dramatic pout. He yanks you over to him by your wrist, spreading your legs open roughly with heavy palms. He gathers up your dress, slowly… slowly… slowly… until your slutty panties are exposed. The chilling air conditioning in the car instead hitting the sodden material. He laughs when you shudder against him. Poor, sweet thing.

“Such a bad girl for daddy, ain’t ya?”

“Mhmm, I just— oh, daddy!” you are interrupted as he starts prodding at the sticky, black lace between your legs.

“Just wanted your pussy played with, hm? Shoulda told me. Y’know I can’t get enough of your little princess cunt, baby. Tell daddy what you want.”

You can’t think and he’s barely touched you. Simple rubs over lace have you keening and mewling like a lunatic. He cherishes the sight of you losing your fucking sanity over nothing but a little bit of pussy rubbing. Daddy has such good fingers. He’s going at a snails pace, and still, you’re writhing uncontrollably. You’re worse when he does eventually pick up the pace. You try and hide in the crook of his neck, but he’d never allow that.

“Aw, c’mon now. Weren’t so shy when you were throwing a tantrum earlier. Do you want spend all of my fucking money again? Huh? Is that what you want baby?” Toji questions as he continues to flick his fingers over your clit.

“N-No! I want… I want—”

“I’ve only rubbed your cute clit a little, don’t tell me my baby has gone dumb already. What do you want?”

“Finger fuck me! Please, please daddy! I- I- I wanna cum all over your fingers, I need it daddy! I need it s’bad!”

He spreads your legs wider than you thought was possible. You watched as Toji sucked his fingers clean of your slick before moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. His fingers plunged inside of you again, his thumb not letting up on your swollen clit.

“Ohhhhh fuck, daddy! ‘m gonna cum-! Gonna cum f’you daddy!” you manage to breathe out through the delicious assault. He kisses your neck, unrelenting. A sign of solidarity that you are being a good girl for him now. And he’ll give you everything you want.

“So soon baby? Cum f’me… Go on, show daddy how pretty girls cum.”

Your teeth clenched. His lips pressed into your pulse point again and again as you chased your high. He’s such a good kisser. Your daddy always knows just the right places to show you love. You start to buck furiously against his fingers. So damn eager. So fucking needy. There was nothing you craved more in the entire world than this, right now. You wanted to cum. Cum for him.

And he pulled away.

Your eyes shot open, searching his features. He was mocking you. Fuck. You really messed up, it’s been a while since he denied you of anything you wanted. You couldn’t bear to think how long he’d drag this out for.

“D-Daddy?”

“Aw, you’re adorable, darlin’. My little girl is so confused. But you should know better by now, brats don’t get to cum.”

He brought you to the edge and ripped it away from you over and over and over again. It was amusing to him, to see you become such a foolish, babbling mess. All you could manage was slurred wants and desires. Needs and necessities. And he just wouldn’t give them to you. Do you blame him? After the way you behaved; he doesn’t think it’s such a bad thing that he’s battering your g-spot until your brain becomes soupy liquid dribbling from your ears. Tongue lolled out like a whore, just how he likes you.

Daddy’s little whore.

He soon grows tired tormenting fingertips drawing circles into your dewy core. He positions you on all fours, determined to bully his cock into you instead. It’s still near impossible to take his entire length despite the endless time he spent finger fucking your tremoring cunt.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his wrist to gain better leverage to fuck into your spent little hole. The whole car rocks when he starts. It’s so embarrassing, but neither of you can find the ability to care. You can only hope no one comes by and notices what you’re up to. Toji, on the other hand, takes great delight in the prospect of passers by hearing you cry for his cock.

“S’big daddy!”

“I know baby, fuckin’ big. Describe it. Describe it for daddy.”

“Ah-! Too big f’me! So full, daddy! So full, want your cum…”

There was no chance that you could get away with this act of public indency, not with the way you were caterwauling. Toji was splitting you in two! You were sure of it. He began to pound into you with reckless abandon, and you hoped this meant you’d finally be allowed to cum. You held your stomach, positive you could feel him in your fucking womb.

“’m gonna cum daddy, please, please. Can I?”

“Cream daddy, darlin’. Want your creamy pussy gushin’ round me.”

And it’s lights out after that. You remember your vision clouding for a few moments, but he wouldn’t let you pass out on him. Harsh slaps to your face and rear brought you back from the brink of unconsciousness, and you looked over your shoulder, only to be greeted with a furious scowl.

“Don’t dare try to fall asleep baby, not done with ya.”

The statement remains true for a matter of seconds before he floods your stretched walls with his gooey, rich, cum. He’s grunting above you like an animal, unable to control his primal instincts. Marking your pretty pussy is one of the greatest joys of his life, you’re his. You are Toji Fushiguro’s marked little girl, your pussy is his property.

“C’mere. Turn around, face me. Face me, sweetheart.” he instructs. You’re slow in your movements. And of course your perfect daddy is quick to help you. Pulling you around like a perfect little doll, positioning you until you’re eye level with his cock. “Clean it.” he demands.

“D-Daddy…”

“Suck it clean darlin’. Don’t make me ask you again.”

You’d never deny him a request, especially one which involves his cock down your throat. You can feel him softening from his intense orgasm, and yet he’s still monstrously huge. He shudders each time your tongue darts into his slit. You want to do a thorough job of cleaning him, after all. You trace each vein of his drained shaft with your mischievous tongue.

Perfect girl. Perfect slut.

He pulls out, tracing his tip over your plump lips a few times before he gets a little rougher. Before long, he’s smearing leaky cum and your brand new lipstick all around the lower half of your face. Your mascara has already run down your face, so much crying over daddy’s big cock. Such a pretty baby. Your gorgeous face is daddy’s canvas.

“’m tired daddy… can we please go back to the hotel?” you ask, you flinch a little as soon as you speak. Realising that it sounds like you still haven’t learnt your lesson.

“Fuck it,” he starts. He pulls you onto his lap as he scrolls through his contacts to instruct your driver to take you back to the hotel. “orderin’ room service and fuckin’ your cute little pussy s’more. Alright? But we are going out for food tomorrow. And you better fucking behave yourself.” he explains, the stern bass in his voice made you squeeze your thighs ever so slightly. You burrow your face into his neck, peppering your favourite daddy in sweet, affectionate kisses.

“Thank you daddy.” you whisper.

He squeezes his arm around you a little tighter. You giggle at the change in pressure, you’re so close to your daddy. Barely any room to move. To breathe. And you love it. You love him. And…

“I love you, princess.”

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Top Shelf

Summary: When your tinder date turns out to be a dumpster fire of a person, your evening is rescued by a handsome stranger. Pairing: Jacob Palmer x Plus Size!F!Reader Word Count: 1.3K Rating: Gen. Warnings for fat shaming, awful first dates and Jacob being super charming. A/N: No one wants this but IDC, I am lost in the Ryan Gosling sauce. Thank you N, @whatblogisthis216 and @hoe-on-the-range for looking this over! Title cred also goes to to Megan! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed this.

“So, are we going to get out of here?” Your date asks abruptly.

“I’m sorry?” You question, setting down your half-finished martini.

“You can finish your drink. Then we should go.”

“Oh… this is the first date…?” you remind him, feeling a little uncomfortable under his expectant look. “We’re just getting to know one another.”

He huffs, pursing his lips in clear irritation. “Come on now. Let’s not do this. The whole coy girl routine might work with a less attractive guy, but we both know you want to come home with me. Girls like you always do.”

“Girls like me?” You question, a sinking feeling in your stomach.

He gives you a look, eyes slowly falling down your body. He doesn’t say anything but you know exactly what he means. That realization feels like a punch to the gut, all the air leaving your lungs.

“Don’t be offended, you’ve got a pretty face.” he adds, reaching up to touch your cheek. You jerk back, bumping into someone behind you. “I’m not trying to neg you, just stating the truth. I know you want the chance to be with me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have swiped right.”

You can’t even formulate a response, embarrassed and ashamed all at once. The anger you feel is secondary to the humiliation. You press your lips together tightly, willing yourself not to cry even though you can feel that wave of emotion crawling up your throat.

“Hey, sweetheart. This guy bothering you?” A new voice asks.

You turn towards the sound, surprised to see a handsome blonde man looking intently at you. He’s dressed in an expensive suit that fits his body like a glove, highlighting his broad chest and slim hips. You stare at him, confused and surprised as he continues to watch you with steady blue eyes and a charming smile.

“Excuse me,” your date says, folding his arms across his chest.

The blonde man spares him a brief glance, lip curling up in obvious disgust.

“You’re excused,” he returns, sliding between the two of you smoothly. He doesn’t crowd your space, leaving a respectful distance between your bodies but he does effectively block your view of the other man. “Can I buy you a drink?” He continues like he didn’t just interrupt your date. “You look like a top shelf kind of girl.”

“I’m sorry…” you trail off.

“Oh, how rude of me. I’m Jacob,” he tells you, offering his hand as he raises the other to flag down the bartender. You accept it, compelled by good manners and habit. He smiles, fingertips stroking your palm briefly before pulling away. When he stares at you expectantly you realize he’s waiting for you to give him your name. After you tell him it, he repeats it back to you, keeping his smile.

“Ok dude, what the fuck?” Your date demands.

You had almost forgotten about him. Jacob half turns to face him, head cocked to the side. “Walk away,” he instructs. His tone is even but you can see the way a muscle in his cheek jumps.

“That’s my girl you’re talking to.”

“Let's ask her.” Jacob looks back at you. “This your guy, sweetheart?”

You hesitate to respond before shaking your head, aware more people have turned to watch what’s happening.

“Seems like she doesn’t agree. So… walk away.” Jacob encourages.

Your date looks around, the hand at his side shaking. He’s angry. For a second you think he might cause a scene, but then he blows out a harsh breath.

“Whatever, you can have her,” he says, backing away, muttering something under his breath that you don't catch. You suspect whatever he said isn’t kind and that’s confirmed by the way Jacob stiffens briefly. He doesn’t look back at you until your date disappears into the crowd.

“Some men have no class.” He shakes his head, offering a smile. “So about that shot. You like tequila?” He asks as the bartender stops in front of you.

“Uh… I think?” You offer as your brain tries to catch up with everything that's happened so far.

“Let’s find out,” he says with a wink.

He orders two shots of a tequila brand you’ve never heard of. You stare at the crisp 100-dollar bill he sets on the counter and then look back up at him. He seems so relaxed leaning against the bar like he's the one who's been on a date with you for the past hour and not a perfect stranger. Even though he's stupidly handsome you feel oddly at ease in his presence. Normally men that looked like that made you incredibly nervous.

“You don’t have to do this,” you tell him, tapping your fingers against the bar before you realize what you're doing. You curl your hand into a loose fist to stop the anxious gesture. There’s no way he was interested in you; he was just trying to help. “I mean, I appreciate it,” you rush to add when his brows raise. "You probably have a date or something else, um, going on."

“We don’t know each other well yet,” he says, stepping closer and dropping his hand to cover yours. “But sweetheart, I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”

The intense way he speaks coupled with the feel of his fingertips dragging over the back of your hand wakes your body up. An unexpected wave of desire rushes under your skin and you stare transfixed by his blue eyes . When he presses the shot into your hand a second later you take it and down it back automatically. You expect it to burn, but it’s smooth, leaving a trail of warmth from your mouth down to the pit of your stomach.

Jacob stares at you amused. “That was a 30 dollar shot.”

“Oh my god,” you cover your mouth embarrassed but he just laughs. “I was supposed to sip it wasn’t I?”

“No,” he says, knocking his back.

The brief appearance of his tongue when it sweeps along his bottom lip has your breathing turning shallow. Not even 10 minutes ago you were disgusted by your date's assumption that you’d go home with him and yet here you are, certain you’d leave with Jacob if he asked you to. He seems to know it too from the way his eyes sparkle as they wander down your body and back up to your face. It’s not the same kind of gross assessment of your date. It’s something softer but no less wanting.

“Why did you help me?” You blurt out, catching the both of you by surprise.

He shrugs and looks away. “That guy was a jerk. You don’t deserve to be treated that way. No one does.”

Hesitantly, you reach out and touch his arm. He looks back at you surprised. “You’re very kind, Jacob. Not a lot of people would have stepped in.”

“Sure they would have,” he dismisses.

“No, they really wouldn’t,” you insist, taking a step closer to him. “I…I know you’re just being nice, but I appreciate it.”

“I’m not always a good guy,” he tells you.

“I think you are.”

“You really are sweet, aren’t you?” he questions.

Something shifts in his expression, a subtle change in the tension of his jaw and the look in his eyes. He touches your cheek just like your date did, the catch of his calloused fingers against the soft skin sending your heart fluttering. For one wild second you think he’s going to kiss you but then he pulls away, shaking his head. Noise from the bar rushes back in and you’re aware of everyone else around you again. The charming smile is back on Jacob’s face as he signals for the bartender again. He pays the open tab left by your date before you can protest.

“You deserve better than us,” he tells you seriously, surprising you by leaning forward to brush his mouth over the corner of your lips.

The skin where his lips touched your tingles. He’s gone before you stop him, disappearing into the crowded bar like smoke in the air.

Tagging: @a-reader-and-a-writer @mrsroosterbradshaw02 @wildbornsiren @blue-aconite

[jaeyunverse]

love at first flight

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, romance, strangers to lovers, meet-cute au, airport au

wc: 3586

warnings: profanity, one (1) mention of attachment issues. also i’ve never been on an international airport so a few details may be off!

summary: your flight was delayed by three hours, so you were doing what every human does when they’re bored—swiping through tinder and minding your own business. and then, a certain someone goes, “ouch. hard no for that one?” and you turn around to see the guy you had just swiped no on standing right behind you. this certain someone being park sunghoon, of course.

note: hellooo!! this was my first fic on my previous blog and i thought it would be cool to post it as my first (or second bc i posted a timestamp two days ago but it was like 500 words so not counted) over here too LMAO i hope you all like it! feedback is always appreciated <3

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You let out a deep sigh of frustration upon seeing the flight information display system of LAX delay the arrival of your plane for the second time in three hours.

You were supposed to be halfway to Korea by now, not sitting on an uncomfortable seat in an overcrowded, non-priority pass airport lounge.

You fetched your phone from the back pocket of your boyfriend jeans and FaceTimed your sister. As you waited for her to pick up the call, you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes.

Your neck was starting to cramp and your back was starting to hurt. You knew the body ache was going to be inevitable. Your piss poor posture combined with the fact that you had been sitting on a metal chair for six hours was like an open invitation to all sorts of pain.

But what could you do? The lounge was packed with people hunting for a place to sit. You knew that the moment you got up to stretch, a minimum of ten people would have pounced on you, pushed you out of the way, or tackled you to the ground in an attempt to occupy the vacant seat.

Your sister’s face replaced yours on the phone screen. She took one look at your exhausted face, and her eager expression changed into a defeated one. “Another delay?”

You hummed. “Mechanical issues, apparently. The display system says boarding isn’t for another three hours.”

She groaned. “It’s like the entire universe is preventing you from coming here. Two flight cancellations and a delay? God, you must be going crazy.”

“I am,” you said, yawning. “I can’t feel my ass, and I can’t even get up to move around, because if I do, I’ll have to stand for the next three hours. Two more flights were delayed and we’re all cramped in the same lounge.”

“Too bad you didn’t take the trolley bag I bought for you,” she popped. “You could be sitting on it and moving around as you pleased.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was backpacking through California, Jisoo, not trolleybagging. And now I’m bored so I need you to talk to me.”

“I’m busy,” came the reply. “I have to leave for work in ten minutes. Just talk to the person sitting beside you or scroll through your social media. Eat something. Update your travel blog, maybe?”

You made a face, glancing at the snoring figure beside you. “I don’t wanna talk to the middle-aged man sitting beside me. And whatever money I had is over. Plus, I’ve already updated my blog and I’ve been scrolling through Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Pinterest for the past few hours. I literally have nothing to do.”

“You didn’t scroll through Tinder.”

You blinked. “Sorry, what?”

“Scroll through Tinder, Y/N. It’s fun. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a date for when you return. Something to look forward to now that you’ll be going back to your usual routine.”

You couldn’t believe you were actually considering the idea. You didn’t know about a date, but the idea of scrolling through a dating website was actually starting to seem exciting.

But on the other hand, you also couldn’t believe you were bored enough to stare at men for entertainment. Maybe you should have renewed your Netflix subscription when you had the chance.

“That’s not a terrible idea,” you slowly said to her. “Okay, yeah. I’m gonna do that now. Bye, love you!”

“Love you!” She gave you a dramatic flying kiss and waved in farewell. “I’ll see you soon.”

You immediately went to Tinder after the call ended. It had been a few months since you had opened the app, so your profile was looking really outdated. Pictures from a few years ago were uploaded on it, but you couldn’t care enough to search for newer, better ones.

It wasn’t like you were going to swipe right for anyone. You were just going to see what options you might have if you did want to date.

The first guy you saw looked pretty decent, but he was way older than you. You didn’t want someone to treat you like a child. The second guy you saw hated traveling, so that was a definite no. The third guy you saw had all his achievements mentioned in his bio, and somehow, it turned you off. You didn’t give a fuck about what the guy had accomplished; this wasn’t goddamn LinkedIn. 

The fourth guy looked too pretty to be real. He had a lean, athletic body. His face was prince-like and had an ethereal glow to it. High cheekbones, clear skin, a perfect nose, and a sharp jawline—the guy in front of you was totally out of your league.

You swiped left.

Someone behind you made a pained noise. “Ouch. Hard no for that one?”

You yelped and practically fell out of your chair from shock. Phone clutched to your chest, eyes wide like huge saucers, and heart beating wildly in your ribcage, you turned to see who had been spying on you.

If your eyes were wide before, they were definitely bulging out of your eye sockets now. Your breath hitched and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your gaze went from the guy standing in front of you to the guy on your screen.

You closed your eyes shut. The guy in front of you was the guy on your screen. 

And you had just swiped left on his profile right in front of him.

You were burning. 

No, burning was too mild of a word to explain what you were feeling. Combusting seemed about right.

You were combusting. Heat rushed up your body and you wondered if you would explode. You could feel his gaze on you, but you were too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether giving up your seat and running away from the boy to save yourself from the humiliation was worth it.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted without thinking. “I was just—”

“Hey, it’s fine,” he reassured, chuckling. “I was just messing with you. It’s not every day that a coincidence like this one occurs.”

You finally raised your head to look at him. He was smiling cheekily, not looking one bit offended or awkward.

You suddenly felt silly for being so embarrassed. The guy you had swiped left on didn't care that you had, and here you were, a blushing mess for being caught while rejecting him.

You laughed nervously. “Ah.”

“I don’t know if you saw my name over there, but I’m Park Sunghoon.”

You blinked, staring at the hand he held out in front of you. Slowly, you got up from your seat (not forgetting to keep your backpack to show that it was occupied lest anyone thought it wasn’t, of course) and gripped his hand.

You could have sworn it fit into yours perfectly.

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled, eyes turning into small slits. God, he was so much prettier in real life. The photos he had uploaded did not do enough justice to his beauty.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N.” You cracked a small smile as well and let your hand fall limp in front of you after the handshake. Why did your palm suddenly feel so cold and empty? “Again, I’m so sorry—”

“No! Don’t apologize,” he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “In fact, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snooped around and looked at your phone over your shoulder. That was a very wrong thing to do. But, honestly, I was so bored. And my phone died so there wasn’t much I could do."

Maybe you had skewed morals, maybe you could understand his boredom, or maybe you could sense he was being genuine, but you shook your head and said, “Don’t blame you. The wait is killing me.”

He laughed, but then caught himself. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry. This must be so awkward for you. I—”

“—it’s not!” you cried. The man sleeping beside you stirred and you grimaced. Looking back at Sunghoon, you repeated, “It’s not. I didn’t swipe left on you because you’re not my type.” You knew you should be shutting up and saving yourself from further embarrassment, but for some reason, Sunghoon thinking you didn’t like him didn’t sit right with you.

Plus, you were finally talking to someone, and you didn’t want the conversation to end; that would mean going back to your phone and scrolling endlessly. “I guess I just—” you shrugged, suddenly very shy— “I guess I thought you’d be way too out of my league.”

“And am I?”

“Sorry?”

“Am I out of your league?” He tilted his head to the side as his gaze turned dark and intense. Smoldering, even, and you had to fight a shiver crawling down your spine.

“Uh,” you began, not really knowing how to answer that question. “I don’t know. Do you want to be out of my league?”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

You blinked. Your mind went blank. You stopped breathing and suddenly, you were a nervous mess. “You want to—wait. Does that mean you’re in my league?”

It was a stupid question, granted, but you had to make sure. You didn’t know what exactly you were making sure of, but being asked out by the most handsome man you had ever seen felt like something out of a dream.

Sunghoon snorted, the intensity under which you were previously withering now replaced by slight amusement. “Yes, I’m in your league. And we have a few hours till boarding so I would like to get to know you. So—” he raised an eyebrow— “what do you say? Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Uh, sure,” you replied, completely flustered by his bluntness. Might as well spend the next three hours with a handsome, (almost) well-mannered man rather than staring at space with nothing but disgusting snores and sticky, sweaty bodies to keep you company. “We’re in the airport, though. We’ll have to go through immigration and customs and do the security check again if we leave.”

“Who said anything about leaving the airport? There are restaurants here.”

“I’m gonna lose my seat.”

“You were going to lose your seat anyway. Plus,” he added, “I will be very offended if you reject free food. You can swipe left on me, but you can’t swipe left on free food. That is simply unacceptable.”

You let out a hearty laugh. “Fair enough. But beware,” you warned, “I haven’t eaten in more than eight hours, so you’re likely going to lose all of your money.”

He brought a hand to his chin and pretended to be in deep thought. “Hmm. I think I can work with that.” He held his hand out for you. “Let’s go?”

You giggled, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and slipping your hand into his. “Let’s go.”

Park Sunghoon was what people would call boyfriend material. 

He took you out to eat a cheeseburger from McDonald’s and buffalo chicken wings from KFC. It doesn’t really sound like first-date-food when you think about it, but Sunghoon claimed that since you were both leaving America in a few hours, you should try to experience it one last time.

As you devoured the chicken wing in your hand, you felt his gaze on you from across the standing table. You glanced up to see that he was looking at you with an amused expression.

“What? I told you I was hungry,” you mumbled, blushing when a small piece of the wing fell out of your mouth unceremoniously. “Sorry. I just can’t seem to eat fast enough.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “It’s not that. I don’t really care about table manners. I was staring at you because you’re doing it the wrong way. That’s why you can’t eat fast enough.”

You paused. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Here, let me show you.”

You dropped your half-eaten wing back in your bucket. Sunghoon said, “Because these wings are flats, this technique will only work on them, and not on drums. See this?” He leaned forward on the table. “This is the pointed end and this is the flat end. Remove the piece of cartilage from the latter, and you’ll see the bones peeking out.”

Sunghoon looked at you for a moment to see if you were following. You nodded. “Just twist the meat along with the bones and pull them out.” He showed what he explained, pulling out two clean bones. “All that's left is the meat, so you can just put the wing into your mouth as a whole. You won’t need to suck on the bones, and no meat will be wasted.”

He popped the entire chicken wing into his mouth and chewed. “See? Easy peasy.”

He looked adorable with his puffed-up cheeks. You resisted the urge to squeeze them. “You try,” he encouraged. 

You did as you were told, marveling at how easy and quick it was to eat now. “Wow. I’ve been eating chicken wrong my entire life.”

“Good thing you met me,” he chirped, swallowing the last of his chicken wing and wiping his mouth and hands on a tissue paper. “Ice cream?”

You grinned. “Chocolate.”

He was back with your chocolate ice cream along with a coffee ice cream for himself by the time you threw the empty bucket into the trash can. “Here.”

You smiled, taking the cone from him. “Thank you.”

You checked your watch to see you had another forty minutes till boarding. You hadn’t even realized how quickly time had passed. “We don't have much time left. Maybe we should return.”

“Oh, wait!” he exclaimed, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you along. “There’s one last thing.”

“But our ice creams—”

“We can eat them once we reach there.”

You hesitated. He turned to look at you and smiled softly, his eyes full of reassurance. “Trust me, you’re going to like it.”

You nodded and let him intertwine his fingers with yours. The two of you wove your way through the throng of people, you pressing closer to him when the crowd got thicker.

A few minutes later, you were in an open space with full-length windows that provided you with a view of one of the most magnificent structures you had ever seen.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes widened and your mouth fell open.

The building looked so futuristic you had a hard time believing it actually existed. It was a UFO-like structure with two arches overlapping each other at the center on top.

“This,” he said, “is the LAX theme building. I would’ve taken you to the observation deck on top if we had more time. You can see all of Los Angeles from there.”

Eyes still trained on what was in front of you, you began, “It’s so—” you paused, struggling to find the right word to describe what you were seeing.

“I know.” He grinned and turned his neck to look at you, heart beating wildly in his chest upon seeing the child-like wonder in your eyes. “Do you want a picture with it?”

You averted your gaze to him and eagerly nodded your head, a wide smile adorning your face. “Here, take my phone.”

He shook his head. “I have a DSLR.” He moved to shrug his backpack off his shoulders but stopped when he realized he still had an ice cream in his hands.

Smiling sheepishly, he said, “Oops. We should probably eat our ice creams now. I was just really excited to show the theme building to you.”

“Thank you,” you answered him, slightly tearing up. You wished you had more time to spend with him. Three hours wasn’t enough. It would’ve never been enough.

“Hey.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Is something wrong?”

“Huh?” you squeaked and avoided eye contact, embarrassed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. “No, nothing is wrong.”

“Oh, my god, are you crying?” he gasped, eyes wide. “Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry, I haven’t really taken anyone out on a date before. Was it the food? Did you want something more exotic? Was—”

“Sunghoon,” you choked a laugh, sniffling. “It’s not the food. You were perfect; I had such a great time today. I just wished we had more.”

“Y/N.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. “Look at me.”

You obeyed, albeit after hesitating a bit. God, this was so humiliating. You were crying over someone you had met a few hours ago. Damn your attachment issues.

You looked up at him, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand as he gently wiped your tears with his thumb. Caressing your cheek and face but a few inches away from yours, he murmured, “Don’t cry. This is not the end.”

“I’m going to Korea, Sunghoon. And you’re going to God-knows-where—”

“Y/N.” He laughed. “I’m going to Korea, too, silly.”

You froze. “What?”

He laughed once more. “Tinder always shows you people from the location you’ve selected. I live in Seoul, Korea, and that’s why I came up as an option for you.”

“Oh,” you replied somewhat numbly. “Oh, my god, I’m so stupid. Shit!” You panicked, moving away from him and covering your face with your hand. “This is so embarrassing. I’m going to dig a hole and bury myself—”

His guffaws interrupted your ramble. “You look like you’re going to combust. Maybe you should eat the ice cream melting in your hand.”

You glared at him and shoved his shoulder playfully. “Stop enjoying my humiliation!’ you whined but licked the chocolaty delight nonetheless.

Once the two of you were done eating your ice creams, he said, “Picture time?”

You dropped your backpack beside his trolley bag and skipped to the window. You leaned against it, hands behind you at your lower back and one leg crossed over the other.

You smiled as Sunghoon fetched his DSLR out of his backpack and slung it around his neck.

“Ready?”

You smiled wider.

Click! Click!

“Come stand beside me!” you called out to him. “Ask someone else to click our picture.”

He nodded, looking around for someone who would do the honours. “Excuse me! Can you please click our picture?”

A kind-looking, middle-aged woman passing him stopped in her tracks. She glanced at him, then at you, and then back to him, and smiled. “Sure.”

Sunghoon came and stood beside you, snaking his arm around your shoulder and pressing your body against his. You circled your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest.

You smiled as you felt and heard his heartbeat thunder inside his ribcage.

“Say cheese!”

“Cheese!”

Click!

“Another one,” the lady said to the two of you.

You glanced up at Sunghoon and said, “Make a finger heart.”

He grinned at you, and you were about to turn to look at the camera again when he caught your chin. You gazed at him in confusion.

“You’ve got ice cream on the corner of your lip,” he mumbled. “Let me get it for you.”

And before you could talk, or even react, his lips were pressed against yours. He turned to face you fully and snaked an arm around your waist while the other one went to cup your cheek.

You were stunned for a moment, but the moment you regained your senses, you hooked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

Sunghoon smiled against your lips. Caressing your cheekbone with his thumb, he pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against yours, his glossy lips and a thin string of saliva connecting your lips the only evidence that the kiss had been real. “I think I got it,” he whispered.

“I don't think you did,” you replied and tipped your head backward, reattaching your lips to his once again in an open-mouthed, deep, and soft-lipped kiss.

Click!

The two of you shoved each other away.

“Caught you in 4k.” The woman winked at both of you. “You’re gonna want to frame this picture.”

Sunghoon cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

He started to bow, then realized he wasn’t in Korea so settled for a smile instead. Once the woman walked away, he turned to you with a sheepish smile. “Finish what we started in Korea?”

You smiled from ear to ear. “Bet.”

As the two of you walked back to the departure lounge, you exchanged numbers. Or more like he gave you his in exchange for a pinkie promise that you'd call him a day after you reached Korea.

“I can write mine on your hand,” you offered as the two of you followed the line that led to the airplane.

“It'll wash away, and I don’t have any paper. Should’ve kept the extra tissue paper in my pocket,” he muttered to himself.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured him. “I won’t forget to text you.”

“Call—”

“Call you,” you corrected yourself with a laugh and gave your boarding pass to the air hostess standing near the gate. “Here, let me give yours too.”

And as you passed along his boarding pass to the waiting air hostess, you saw his seat number.

C22. Right beside yours, which was B22. You smiled to yourself.

Far from the end, indeed. Looks like our story is just getting started.

[kathaniiisharma]

Hi! I don’t know if you’ve done this one but #32 please ❤️

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” + Modern Kanthony

This one kinda stumped me ngl but here’s what I’ve got 🤔

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Anthony scrambles out from the under the covers and off of the bed, nearly falling over as he hurriedly pulls his boxers on.

“Anthony, what the fuck?” Kate sits up, holding the sheet up to cover herself.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I-I…” He can barely breathe and he gives up trying to finish dressing to sit on the edge of the bed.

He’d been such a fool thinking this could work.

When the woman you’ve been pining after since you were sixteen offered you no strings attached sex when you reconnect later in your twenties, you’d be a fool to pass it up, right?

That’s exactly what happened after she’d had yet another abysmal tinder date and came to his to complain as though his heart didn’t break a little every time she swiped right on someone other than him.

It had been great at first, being with her as a friend and a casual hookup. Until it wasn’t... until he realized that he wanted so much more with her. Until tonight, when he looked down at her as they moved together and he knew he was in love with her. That it wasn’t something he’d get over and every night like this just made it more difficult to put his feelings aside.

“I can’t do this anymore, Kate.” He admits, dropping his head into his hands.

“Oh. Yeah, that’s okay. I get it.” She tries to sound casual, not entirely succeeding. “I’m sure you have your pick of women.”

“What? No, that’s not-“

“Anthony, it’s okay. I knew this was only temporary. I knew you’d move on.” She waves him away like it’s no big deal but he can’t understand how she’s got it so wrong.

“Kate, that isn’t it at-“

“Please, don’t try to do the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ thing.” She groans.

“Im not! I-“

“Im a grown up. I can handle a little reject-“

“Kate! Stop! I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified ‘cause I know you’ll never feel the same!” He blurts out, far louder and far more honest than he intended. “I’m sorry.”

“Why do you think I would never feel the same?” Kate asks quietly, her hands fidgeting with a loose thread on the sheet.

“You’re… Kate. Beautiful, intelligent, fucking fearless. You could have anyone you wanted.”

She reaches across the bed to take his hand, linking their fingers and bringing the back of his hand to her lips as he watches in awe. “And if I want you?”

“Then I’m all yours.”