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boogiewrites · 5 years ago
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A Girl Walks Into A Bar 14
Characters: Declan Harp x Bella Fiore (OFC)
Summary: Modern Declan harp AU.  For their first outing on the town together, the sexual tension is ripe and heavy in the air. Will their night end how they plan it?
Warnings/Tags: Mild Language. Date Night. Flirting. Sexual Content. Violence. 
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Bella found herself floating like a much younger girl who’d never been hurt, slumping against the door after a slow and tortuous goodnight kiss.
She could smell him on her hands where she’s buried them in his hair and under his jacket, feel the plumpness of her lips, swollen from kissing him so long. She hummed with calm energy, biting her lip and smiling with no one around to make fun of her girlish behavior. No one except Robbie anyway.
Declan had a dopey smile on his face that he didn’t try to hide from anyone. Smile staying as he kept sighing, feeling a fullness in his chest as he drove home. The line had been crossed, his patience had been rewarded with an amazingly soft and sweet Bella and kisses of the same description. His moody little badass, his low key sweetheart and an absolute stunner in his eyes. And she wanted more. Of him, specifically which made his shoulders go slack and his insides melt at the words. A big puppy getting its belly rubbed is what he felt like, all warm and wiggly and excited. A kiss like the one they shared could only mean that other things between them would also be good. Man, they had chemistry, he thought to himself as he grew only slightly distracted on the empty road at the late hour. He knew he’d be thinking about her until he saw her again. He already wanted to. But he had to show restraint. Didn’t want to come on too strong for a woman like her, scare her off. He had her purring like a kitten in his arms, a smile on her lips after he kissed them, whispering she was looking forward to the date and more of this. It’s exactly where he’d wanted her, and he was going to make her his.
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Mid-way through the workweek the whole office is buzzing about Bella. Did you see her in PINK lipstick? Hear her listening to Al Green? See the way she smiles at her phone when it lit up now? Her normally curmudgeon behavior had softened its edges just slightly. At least when she thought no one was paying attention.
“You gonna fess up yet?”
“Nothing to confess.” She says brow still low as her fingers shifted through a binder.
“Then tell me why you’re smiling at your phone at least? If it really is nothing I can squash the rumors.”
“Rumors?” She scoffs
“You know, secret boyfriend, secret girlfriend? Hitched in secret, pregnant with a hidden long term partners child?” She offers with a smirk.
“None of those things.” She replies looking up with a not hateful but not accommodating face.
“You gonna blame it on dog memes again?” CeeCee quirks a brow.
“To be fair...it usually is dog memes.” She lets out a low chuckle.
“Fine. I’ll find out one of these days.” She calls out as she walks down the hall.
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“I closed up before you even got back, boyo.” Mike already grinning ear to ear as he puts on his apron, Declan sat at the bar and going over his books.
“It’s because I got back after that.” He says in a sash tone Mike is used to.
“And…? How’d it go?” He asks leaning on his elbows on the opposite side of the counter.
“Great.” He says plainly.
“Oh c’mon!” He says and shoves Declan’s shoulder.
He takes off his reading glasses and purses his lips at Mike.
“Ya not talkin? That bad? Or that good?” He asks with a jutting out chin and smile that read as patronizing.
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You’ve not had no kissin TO tell in so long and Christ knows I innit gettin’ any so give me somethin’. Let me know my boy's heart’s intact. That we’ll be seein’ little Bella again.”
“If I told you and she found out she’d be pissed.”
“Likes her privacy eh?”
“Anyone with a brain would assume so.” He shoots Mike an obvious glare.
“So there’s somethin to tell?”
“There’s not...nothing to tell.”
“Fuckin spit it out, if ya can’t tell ya best mate who the fuck can ya tell?”
He sighs and gives in, having her on his mind constantly he wanted to tell someone bless him, it was in his nature to share good news to those close to him. “Paintball was a hit, she was great, liked it. Ate at Tony’s, perfect. Talked for hours. She was...well ya know. I think she was amazing.” He muttered the last part.
“Oh look at him! A wee blush to his cheeks! He’s got it bad he does!” He pinches Declan’s cheek and he smacks him away. “So ya didn’t take her to bed yet eh? Never known two adults who like each other so much to take it so damned slow.”
“We didn’t sleep together but…” he smirks, “I did kiss her.”
“There he is! Lady killer! Get her boy!” He growls and cheers enthusiastically as Declan grins at him slapping his arm.
“We’re going out on a real date this weekend.”
“Oh, a real one eh? That mean you need to clean your apartment?” Mike teases.
“Already did so, jokes on you.” He answers with a groan as he stretches his back. “But I might not be back that night.” He adds.
“I sure as fuck hope not!” Mike says obviously.
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One part of Bella didn’t want to seem too eager, but another part of her brain wanted to just say “fuck it!” and get all sexed up. She knew he would be looking fine as hell, how could he not? They were going to a place that required reservations, so she takes her time planning her date night look.
It’s been years since she’d cared about such a thing. Dates were casual and in most cases led to nothing after. There were jeans sure but there was also the occasion high heel thrown in the mix, the clipping in of a few wefts of hair, but as she stood in the bathroom and gathered all her things to prep and shave and scrub she remembered that this particular bit had never been fun. Bella wasn’t one to make a big fuss over body hair. Particularly at her age where her main opinion was if he doesn’t want hair on it, he’s too immature to eat it. But with a want to impress she found herself considering it. She shaved her legs and pits and trimmed the rest in the end. Maybe Declan would be into it? And shrugs at the thought and starts to wonder what sort of situation she’ll find on him.
With successfully not getting distracted and having to masturbate before the date thinking about him, unlike the past week where her toys had seen ample use, she now stands in front of her closet in the dress she’d picked out. Should she go for the fuck me pumps she’d splurged on years ago, thinking she would surely find an occasion to wear them, and she hadn’t much at all? Certainly not enough to warrant what she paid for them. But the bottoms matched her tight red dress and she decided she couldn’t pass it up.
Teased and polished she sways and looks at herself in the mirror, knowing another check of her bed would warrant nothing new. She’d cleaned and situated everything just so.
“Can you believe mama might be getting some tonight?” She asks Robbie.
He seems disinterested as he lays on his toy mouse on the corner of the bed.
“I sure as hell can’t.” She mutters, primping just for the hell of it, taking selfies and letting the Slow Jams Hard playlist fill the room.
Declan admittedly hadn’t put so much prep into his look. He was a very low maintenance kind of guy. Plus everything she’d ever complimented him on was covered, wavy hair and beard intact he only trims a little on his face for good measure. He trimmed a little below the belt as well, just as torn on the decision as Bella had been. Neither would have cared ironically. Bella was really into the natural look anyway.
He takes a cab, something that throws her off but shows her he plans on having some fun. And she would always be down for fun with Declan.
She peeps out of her window, strappy black heels ticking across the hardwood floor. “Fuck.” She whispers. God, he looked good. In a black button-up shirt that was tight in all the right places, a few undone at the top to reveal a charm necklace he looks positively edible to her. He cleaned up well, and she wasn’t normally a fan of dress clothes on men, but he’d changed her opinion on so many things already she shouldn’t be surprised. He still wore his big black boots, she could hear them heavy on the front porch, a jingle of a chain, a deep voice clearing his throat as a tingle ran down her spine.
She opens the door before he even knocks, being more than ready to see him face to face after being without him for days. She’d thought about him more the past week than she had in all the months of knowing him.
With his hand raised to knock, he forgets to lower it for a moment as she reveals herself. He felt underdressed despite the slacks and button-up shirt because next to her he thought he’d look downright sloppy.
“Hey...Bella..” a drawn-out and delayed greeting with eyes not meeting hers as he looked at her in her tight red dress. Just a hint of thigh, thin straps over her shoulders holding a chest that demanded he looked with its glimmer. Her skin gleamed as she moved but nothing compared to the smile he found on her face when he managed to drag his eyes up to hers.
“Hey yourself.” She gives him a cocky nod, getting the reaction she wanted out of him. And she better have, what with how much this lingerie had cost. She’d never spent so much on such little fabric before. But she was a fan of an indulgent purchase from time to time.
He turns and holds a finger up to the cab driver and moves inside to shut the door. “Can I tell you just how fuckin’ good you look without you slapping me?” He asks with glazed eyes and a smirk.
“I insist.” She purrs in response, her heels making her so much taller than before, standing up closer to his 6’ 4” daunting frame. He was a beast of a man but he could play civilized as she was seeing in his choices tonight.
“I’m glad we have reservations because otherwise, I might just tell that driver to fuck off.” He says with a slight laugh to his voice, hands moving to her bare upper arms and leaning in for a kiss.
“I’m not so glad about it.” She speaks softly back and gives him a playful tug at his bottom lip with her teeth. “Because you look so good in this, Declan.” Her voice breathy and, making his heart race. Her hands rub up against his chest, fingertips over the bare skin to his neck where she gives his beard a tug to bring him into another kiss. Round after round, the kisses could’ve gone on forever, but he wasn’t about to miss out on his hard attempts to woo her properly. Or at least what he thought she deserved.
He isn’t sure what he expected from her, but this sultry sort of behavior hadn’t been it. He’d been behaving himself, not sure where to put his hands at first, but when her fingers with their long nails snaked up the back of his neck, scratching into his scalp he moaned, a low chuckle against his lips. “That’s what I want to hear.” she smiles, looking up at him and his closed eyes. “You don’t have to be so well mannered Declan. We’re past that now, don’t you think?” she asks sweetly with naughty intentions with a tilt of her head, tongue giving his lips a little teasing lick. Man, was she feistier than he anticipated. But it only made him more eager to know more of this side of her.
“I didn’t wanna...insult you, ya’know? Didn’t want you to think that’s what this was all about.” he says with still closed eyes as she continues to scratch.
“You’re too sweet Declan.” she coos. “You don’t have to to worry about me dropping you for touching me. You’ve proven you’re not just around for a fuck. Besides... I really want you to touch me.”
With expressed permission, he forces his eyes open and looks down at her, a seductive portrait of a woman, and looking at him with long lashes and a wicked smile that told him everything else he needed to hear. “Good.” a deeper, more masculine voice and version of him emerges, no longer trying to withhold himself from her. Perhaps she was only hesitant before, and now that she felt she trusted him, all the walls that had been up that kept them from expressing just how much they wanted each other were now rubble, a clear attraction finally able to be confessed. “Because I’ve thought about touching you all week.” he adds before taking her for another deep kiss, big broad hands finally wrapping around her waist. She was so soft. Moving further down he gets handfuls of her ass, lifting her slightly which makes her let out another soft laugh into his mouth that he eagerly eats from her. The hard bars of her nipple piercings pressed through a thin bra up against his chest, just barely visible under the skin smoothing fabric.
“So have I.” she says, pulling away, hands to his cheeks now as she gives him one adoring look that makes him want her on more than a sexual level. How long had it been since a woman look at him like that? And a sober woman, with more than just a quick fuck on her mind. There would be nothing quick about his plans for her if he could help it. He wanted time with her, more and more the more he got. Any question he’d had about how the night would end was certainly answered for him now.
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Their hands gave away their want first. Walking her everywhere with one secure to her back as he moved, making sure no one nudged her or got in her way as they walked down the busy street and into the just as full restaurant. With a leather jacket over her dress, she still looked like she belonged in the most upscale place he’d possibly ever been. They were more than a few pay raises over the usual crowd from The Trading Post and she looked much more at ease than he did.
Bella had been in these sorts of places before. She certainly didn’t prefer them to places like Declan’s, but being best friends with a woman who married a businessman who was given a high position in one of the huge, mirrored window buildings that dotted the city skyline because of who his father was meant mixers, business parties and her and her new fancy friends wanting to sip skinny girl cosmo’s and talk about how hard it was to get their children into the best pre-school. Bella had nothing to really lend to these conversations. She’d gone to public school, so had her parents, and if she ever had a kid, it would go to public school as well. She wasn’t bred well, the daughter of an Irish hippie and a blue-collar Italian and had no illusions of being more. But despite the bad vibes from the picture-perfect women she had to stand with and nod politely for Charlotte’s sake, the buildings and food themselves were never that bad. So with the current company, someone else willing to slum it like she was, she wasn’t worried in the slightest about anyone else and what they thought in that bougie restaurant.
Declan for all his goofiness, was thorough when he wanted to be. Reserving a small U shaped booth near the back for some privacy and coziness, too close to the kitchen for most of the clientele she imagines. There was none of his usual almost clumsily loose body movements tonight, no big eye wrinkling grins, just a controlled and intense version of the sometimes puppy-like man she’d grown so fond of. She was unknowingly getting a glimpse at Black Wolf, the behavior that gave him the nickname. She watched him situate after settling her in, low brow over dark and questioning eyes, surveying the space.
“You didn’t have to bring me to a place like this you know.” she says with a soft and sweet tone, speaking low as he scooted right next to her, his arm around her and stretched across the back of the booth, taking up space and looking predatory.
“I know I didn’t have to.” his smile read more in his eyes than anything else now. His voice low and smooth and making the corners of her mouth slowly rise to give subtle approval to his words. “But I wanted to.” he leans in and nods.
“It’s really nice. Thank you.” she says with a polite bow of her head before crossing her legs towards him and patting his thigh. “Have you been here before?” she asks, looking over the market price only menu after sliding her jacket off, and of course, him lending assistance. With her highlighted shoulders now on display, his hand moves down to rest on her upper arms that were so close to showing definition she’d been momentarily angry they didn’t lean out before the date. But as his thumb swept across her buttery skin, slow drags of callouses from work, it was far from her mind.
“Nope.” the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he leans in close to read with her as she brings the menu between them.
“Me either.” she admits. “Places like this but not here.”
“Doesn’t seem like your kind of haunt.”
“It’s not. I’ve gone with Charlotte and her fancy ass friends.” she dismisses with a shake of her head. “I bet the meat here is amazing.” she says quietly, looking for him to add on his interests but he’s distracted by the fluff of her curls against his nose as he smells that intoxicating blend of deep patchouli and warm, sweet vanilla that he’d never smelled anywhere but on her.
He grunts and she looks up to him with curious eyes. “You smell amazing, babe.” he admits with a deep coo that forces a wider smile across her face, her bold red lips looking even more inviting to him set in the welcoming pose.
She leans in closer to his chest, giving a strong inhale that makes him chuckle, seeing the expanse of his chest jiggle slightly with the massive pecs she wanted to bury her face in. “You smell absolutely edible.” she adds with an amused hunch of her shoulders.
“I’m not sure if that’s the case.” he grins, a softer face pulling through.
She narrows her eyes playfull, chomping her teeth at him in an audible snap that makes his more goofy grin appear. “Don’t tell me what to do.” she retorts with a flip of her hair and turning back to the menu.
He laughs a chest rumbling and moving sound that made her ego inflate. He leans in and kisses her temple, a reward for reminding him why he’d pursued her in the first place. “Not one for being bossed around, huh?” he asks almost innocently. The back of his mind couldn’t help but wonder if her preferences carried over into the bedroom.
“I mean..” she shrugs and smirks, snuggling up closer to him. “For the right man who knows what I’d be into.” she doesn’t meet his eyes but the smirk on her painted lips is enough to make him let out a low growling laugh and give her a good squeeze, another kiss to the head.
“I think I might want to try giving you some orders sometime.” he says into her ear with a clearly intentioned voice that does its job.
Her skin blooms with goosebumps and she hums happily, moving her face to his. “Oh you’re welcome to try anything, Declan.” she purrs and kisses him softly with a wrinkle of her nose.
“Then I will,” he says grazing his nose to hers. “Later.” he says with more authority in his voice as they share another tender kiss.
They order, and they don’t hold back, as per his instructions. Their bodies couldn’t have been closer, a large hand rested on her bare knee, slowly running down her legs and back up again with fingertips teasing the hem of her dress as he spoke. She kept touching his tender jaw, soft and lingering chaste kisses when she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her hands for the most part behaving, but sinking into his collar to his neck, playing with the chest hair with the revealing unbuttoned top of his shirt. She played with his rings and hands while he told stories, but still listening. He would brush her hair back, lean in so close she could feel his breath on her neck and ears before he spoke. There was spoken and unspoken tension that they both knew was building to a peak.
They both get the best steak, a bottle of wine and a dessert to share. Picking the messiest on purpose, Bella demands only one spoon, and let’s playtime continue. She feeds him tiny macarons with her precise fingers. Both taking turns, deciding on which sweet to try next. The underlying lust between them fueled everything they did with all the flirting and wine between them. Her full lips puckered against his large fingertips while he paused and let her playfully bite them as he hand-fed her. He kissed and licked away rouge splashes of cream and chocolate, taking it from her lips with a slow passing of his thumb to suck it into his own mouth. She was utterly mesmerized. On the last bites, taking her finger and wiping the fruit purée from the plate she sucks on her fingers, looking into his eyes, being bold and humming with sexual energy. He couldn’t help but feel and be charged by it.
“Lemme try some baby.” He speaks so low and deep she feels her body thrum like a guitar string deep between her legs when he spoke like that to her.
She repeats the action and he takes her finger into his mouth, and she’s worried her legs would no longer work when he tried to stand. That and her panties were definitely ruined by the forward action. Her lashes flutter and her cheeks flush, licking her lips as he grins seeing her face be so transparent. She takes a deep breath and a tiny little noise escapes her.
“What is it babe? You like that or something?” He teases, nose on her hair and words traveling directly from his lips to her ears. Every time he’d call her some sweet pet name her insides quivered. A gentle affection with intentions that were anything but.
She gathers herself before speaking, moving her face back to his, forcing eye contact to prove he hadn’t won yet. “It makes me wish the ride back home was a whole hell of a lot shorter.” Her lips and taut and speak with articulation, tongue flicking for dramatic effect and it all worked seamlessly. “I wanna take you home, Declan.” She coos, fluttering her lashes and rubbing her fingers down his neck. “Let me show you what I like.” She adds before pressing another kiss to his lips.
“There is nothing else I’m more interested in doing, sweetheart.”
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They were like two hormonal teens in the back seat of that cab in the dark. Cozied up close and every touch feeling electric and sending signals to every amorous part of their brain and thus, body. Flirtatious giggles and their quietening with kisses turns hot quickly. Her hand on his neck and jaw, his rubbing up the outside of her thigh up to the swell of her hip, dragging the hem of her dress higher. If they weren’t kissing their faces stayed close with sweet whispers and affectionate nuzzles the whole ride home. The well-lit city fades to more spaced street lamps of residential areas and before they knew it they were back at Bella’s and both covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Thanks. And some extra for having to deal with us.” He chuckles and gives a nod to the driver. “Kept it strictly PG-13 don’t worry.” He grins and joins her in readjusting their clothes as they stand on the curb for a moment.
“C’mon handsome.” She says with a smile that was more happy than sexual, taking his hand and walking up to her door.
He puts his hands on her hips as she finds her keys in her purse and kisses the rounds of her shoulders. She was finding it very hard to concentrate. With hands almost Misbehaving and roaming up to just under her bra, they felt like they could wrap around her entire torso they were so big. Although that was far from factual, the fact that he was making her feel like something dainty that could be taken and overpowered had her nipples standing at full, sensitive attention from thought alone.
“Movin’ a little slow there baby.” He grins against the bend of her neck, lips hovering by her ear.
“You’re doing a very good job of distracting me.” She huffs out a laugh and finally gets the keys in and the door open. He hangs her coat first, then his as she enters the security codes. Lazily tossing her purse onto the small bench by the standing lamp in the hallway that went straight from the front door to the kitchen, it gives the perfect amount of ambient light to the living room. It illuminates the warm-toned, retro and southwestern style room just enough to be alluring but not be clumsy.
After the chain leaves her hands from her bag, his are back on her. Snaking around to her lower back and into her hair at the nape of her neck which gave her a thrill all the way down into her stomach. He meets her eyes, her face lit by the lamp but his shadowed, he looks over her expectant expression of slightly parted lips and doting eyes.
“Would you think less of me if I told you I was tired of taking it slow? ” She unexpectedly whispers as his thumb traces her bottom lip, getting an intimate look at her up close.
His eyes threaten to roll back in his head at her words, he could feel his pulse in his throat and lets out a low masculine grunt at her confession. He takes her face into both of his, entirely encapsulating it in his grasp. “I don’t intend on rushing with you baby. But I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” He promises in a rasping whisper before joining their mouths.
The kiss slips over chest and light, her arms around his neck, pulling him close as his hands control her body, moving it back towards the living room couch. With deep, probing turns that had their tongues wrapped around each other, escaping their mouths as one would have to stop to pant or moan. Their eyes are rolled back behind their lids, their hands desperate and now free to roam as they pleased. Hers sank into that glorious mane of his, the almost black roots like her hair color fading lighter from his time in the sun as they traveled down to his collar bones. Her fists balled into it, and with the feeling of finally giving in to something he’d wanted to do for longer than she liked to admit, she moans as she gives herself over to the pleasure of it.
Showing her impatience she pulls him to the couch, one finger into his belt loop to tug him her way, and it didn’t take any more than that to have him follow her. With a strong hand moving self assuredly down her backside to her thigh, hiking her leg up and causing her dress to shimmy up in the process, he grabbed her tightly and with his strong arms and long legs he lowered her onto the couch on her back.
Him not even making it to the bedroom wasn’t lost on her. She said she didn’t want to wait and he wasn’t going to make her. Her muscular thighs latch ahold of him, small desperate noises escaping her as his hands finally grabbed her with purpose like she’d been daydreaming about. With a growl and a firm hand to her ass, his kisses start to travel and she sighs out helplessly against him. Buried in her neck she feels the suck and bite of him against her, shutting her eyes and fully indulging in it, her back arching off the plush couch involuntarily.
Her hands move between them to reach down and run her hand over his growing length, biting her lip and snarling at the hardness she finds there pinned against her.
In response, he bites the fullness of her breast over her dress and makes her let out a breathy chuckle. He kisses his way across her bare skin, nipping at her piercings that were now pushed prominently against the strained fabric. “Ugh, these are so fuckin sexy baby.” He noses against the bump of bar. “These, the tattoos...so fuckin’ sexy.” He groans and takes a big mouthful into his mouth.
“I like yours too ba- Oh!” She squeaks as his phone starts to vibrate against her in his pocket. With a shared laugh, he takes it out and silences it, putting it on the coffee table and moving back to kissing her. “Thought you’d bought some toys to the party.” She giggles as he kisses her cheeks and the sides of her mouth while she nuzzles against him. “Although I’m certain you won’t need them.” She purrs and reaches down to grab him gently, fingertips tapping and dragging over him sensitive length.
He grunts and starts in on her jaw, a muffled “Nuh uh.” A shake of his head against her, working back down to her chest again. His hand had worked its way under her dress, which was now around her waist revealing the black and mesh thong that makes him drag his tongue across the swells of her breasts to her mouth again. “Fuck Bella.” He exhales softly, looking down at her soft and thick thighs. A perfectly framed, chubby mound grabs his attention, proving every bit of her was soft, so he does the same to it. His hand cupping over her entirely, fingers feeling between her thighs and finding her already wet through her panties, cueing another deep, drawn-out “Fuuuuck.” as he rubs over her, propped up on one arm and sucking away at her neck as she lets him explore her body.
His phone buzzes again, the call goes unanswered and barely noticed with their noisy kisses and moans, her unbuttoning his shirt and him pulling the front of her dress down. Her hands are working on his belt, fumbling with the buttons. as he broadly licks over the mesh cups on her bra. They were in their own little bubble again, hands harsh and needy, kisses hard and biting. And his phone buzzes a third time.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who wants a piece of you tonight.” She jokes, kissing his ears, voice extra breathy in his ear as she takes his earlobe into her mouth.
“Well fuck ‘em.” He mumbles and she exhales an amused sound into his ear before taking a nibble. He retakes her mouth with his into a messy kiss with a hard grip to her thigh and she hums contently in his embrace. He shifts, hard cock herring against her middle with pants undone, her with her dress around her waist and his weight grinding into her making her swear and bury her hands in his hair again with a tight grip. But then the phone rings again.
With a pause from them both, Declan lets out a rugged sigh.
“Go ahead.” She says sweetly, understanding the cause for stopping for a moment.
“Shit.” He groans, running his hand through his hair. “It’s Mike.” He knew Mike wouldn’t interrupt him on this night, of all nights for no reason. “Baby I’m afraid I need to-“
“Take it babe.” She insists with a shake of her head, snuggling into the couch and her hands going back to roaming over him. A sneaking under the band of his boxers over his muscular ass, a hand running over his chest and into his hair where she began kissing as he spoke.
“Mike you better be dead you asshole to be calling me.” He growls out, face stern and intense as he stares into the darkness of the room to concentrate.
Bella continues on under him, rubbing her hips against his, palming him over his tight and now wet boxers with a serene face and bitten lip. The usual questions follow, who, why, when. But she knows the gig is up when he lets out a loud and annoyed sigh and buried his face in her chest, hair covering his face. “Fuck you man, yeah.” He forces out angrily. “Shut up I’ll be there.” He says hanging up on him and putting the phone back on the table. He sighs and touches her cheek, hips subtly moving with her still moving against him.
“You have to go don’t you?” She whispers as he runs his thumb across her lips.
“Yeah, baby I’m-fuck I don’t want to.” He lets out a frustrated laugh. “Some asshole is fucking up the bar and asking for me.”
“Your reputation precedes you.” She grins and gives him a soft and slow kiss they both allow themselves to get lost in for a minute.
“I hate this shit. I try to stay out of this bullshit and-“ She pulls his face down into a hard kiss and he moans into it.
“I get it. I fucking hate it but I get it. When you’re the boss these things happen. I know.” She says with a graze of her nose to his.
“You’re too good to me baby girl.” He says with a disheartened sigh and another lippy kiss with her center throbbing at the pet name. He pulls back and she watches him move, making no move herself to hide or change position, her hand only trailing between her legs to find the, even impressive to her, wetness that had seeped through the panties.
“You’ll be good to me later.” She winks and sticks out her tongue. He looked her over, biting his lip and latched his pants back up.
“I’ll be the best to you later baby. I swear.” He says leaning over and taking her foot and kissing her ankle, then her calf, leaning in for another kiss to the lips. “God damn it’s hard to leave you looking like this.”
“You left me plenty wet for me to have some fun without you. I won’t be happy but I’ll live. I’ll be pretending it’s you anyway. Will you think of me later baby?” She playfully licks his lips as he raises again to separate himself, finding it hard enough watching her with her tits almost out, dress pulled away, her red nails rubbing circles over her panties, sinking into the glistening wet and softness.
“Every fucking minute until we’re back like this.” He groans.
“You go take care of business, boss.” She orders with pouty lips and a deeper turn of voice. “You ring him up by his fuckin neck for me baby.” She smiles wickedly and he takes a deep breath and exhales towards the ceiling.
“Fuck you are….well you might just be fucking perfect. Fuck.” He groans and mumbles.
“You’ll find out soon.” She whispers, hand disappearing down her panties.
“Fuck yes I will.” He says stalking with a still hard cock straining against his pants. “And I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t be more sorry.” He says with his hand on the doorknob.
“I know big guy.” She grins and moans. “You know where to find me.” She giggles, running a hand through her hair.
“Night baby.”
“Night.”
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The number of people outside the bar told him something was wrong. Normally, when someone was raising hell no one would look twice, it happened, it was a bar. But as he stepped out of the cab, his impressive stature primed and ready for a fight, the men parted to let him through, their rubbernecking ceasing for a moment. He slung the door open with a loud and carnal growl, it slamming against the rubber stopper and bouncing, taking the attention of the man causing the trouble. He knew him or knew his brother anyway. Another abusive piece of shit he’d beaten up months ago because he’d hit one of his friends in front of her kid. Declan didn’t stand for that shit. He’d gone to jail recently, and he’s guessing this poor drunk bastard was acting out and looking for someone to blame. Well, he’d found him.
“There’s the mother fucker!” the guy drunkenly yells.
Once Declan sees who it is, no longer worried about a fight, he looks around to the damage done. Mike wasn’t joking. An end of the bar was still on fire, taps searing red hot and all the stools broken, a few booths had been knifed and gutted, a neon sign smashed, it was enough to make Declan want to wreck the guy, but he’d already fucked with him on the wrong night.
Throwing his jacket off he charges like a bull to the guy, ignoring the knife in his hand and putting one hand around his neck, and picking him up off her feet and slamming him into a wall. Hard. The other hand takes the knife while the guy was caught off guard and pushes it into his cheek, enough to let him know he was serious.
“You picked the wrong night to come fuck with me you little shit.” he barks in his face, spit flying as he growled from his gut, all his frustration into the guys face.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ keeeeel you, you mother fuck-” he begins but Declan squeezes his throat and he chokes, knocking his head against the wall again.
“You think you are? You stupid piece of shit?” he takes him and throws him into a table, stalking over him, leaning and looking while he struggled. “Is this what you wanted? Me to kick your fucking ass, huh?” he shouts, kicking him lightly with his boot. “Because I could fucking KEEEL you for coming in here. Fucking with MY shit. Ruining MY night with my girl? Fuck you!” he yells, giving him a kick to the ribs.
“Declan. Slow down.” Mike warms while trying to put out the fire.
“So I beat the shit out your brother? So what? He’s trash just like you. You wanna send the rest of the family down? I’ll kick their asses too.” he growls and stands over him now holding him by the shirt.
“HE went to jail because of you!” he drunkenly slurs.
“No. He went to jail because he’s a fuckin’ idiot who can’t keep his god damn mouth shut. Must run in the family huh?” he snarks, slapping the guy across the face.
“If you hadn’t-”
“If I hadn’t he would’ve kept beating Sasha and that kid would’ve seen it and had to live with that. You might not care, but I do. And your brother deserves whatever he gets, same as you. Now c’mere.” he yanks him up, the guy's feet not even on the ground as he holds him to his face. “Now you can get the fuck out of here, or I can put your name on the fuck ton of paperwork this is gonna take to get the damage your little fuckin tantrum has caused and your ass will have to pay for it. And we’ll have to go to court, and you’ll have to pay for that and get a lawyer. So what’s it gonna be? You get the fuck out and stay the fuck away from me and mine? Or do I need to make you disappear?” he threatens with a low threat. He knew he could if he wanted. He’d done it before, he’d, unfortunately, have to do it again, he was sure.
“I’ll go-fuck-Jesus.” he sputters out of a bloody mouth.
Declan carries him like a battering ram and throws him onto the sidewalk. “You gonna come for me you best not miss mother fucker.” he says giving him one last kick to the ass and knocking him down again.
Declan whips back his hair, running a hand through it and letting out a sound of frustration, blood pumping fast and fingers tingling with anger.
“Get back in boys, before you start calling attention to us.” he calls out, stomping back inside. He slams his hand down on the non-burnt end of the bar. “Give me a fucking drink!” he shouts and Mike obeys, handing him an entire bottle of whiskey. He takes large gulps and closes it back. “God damnit.” he growls again, still angry, the burn in his throat fitting for how he felt.
“Yeah this is-”
“A fucking mess.” he says with his eyes shut. “And a week before the fucking show.”
“And on date night.” Mike mumble which he was the sorriest for. “Didn’t mean to interrupt ya mate.” His eyes lowered he throws a hand towel to Declan who is covered in smudges of red lipstick.
“YEAH! THAT TOO!” he yells and groans. “What?” He wrinkles his nose at the offering.
“Ya got a bit a-“ Mike motions to Declan’s neck as he turns to see the polka-dotted lip prints across his skin.
“Fuck.” he roars out in frustration, thinking about having to leave in the middle of the act of those prints being left. “Fuckin’ bullshit. Stupid mother fuckers. Goddamned idiot-” he mumbles walking into the back to get the folder for the insurance information.
Mike sighs and purses his lips. There wasn’t any way he could turn this to make it better. So he just let Declan boil until it all evaporated and went down to a simmer. Because a furious Declan wasn’t something you wanted to be in the sights of. Even if he wasn’t coming for you.
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Bella, not having heard from Declan becomes slightly worried amid her horniness. She takes pictures of herself, dimly lit room and not a stitch on.
When a lackluster response of “You’re killing me baby.” With radio silence afterward she goes to sleep mildly concerned.
A call to the bar just rang unanswered, and she didn’t have Mike’s number so she does the next sensible thing and goes to the bar after work.
She stands in the doorway with wide eyes. Men with clipboards and hard hats carrying out chunks of the bar and booths, and little Mike sweeping and looking rather forlorn.
“What the fuck happened?” she says with a frowning face as she steps aside for a man to get through the door.
“Oh hell, Hi Bella.” Mike says with a sympathetic looking nod. “The reason I had to call and interrupt last night happened. Sorry ‘bout that by the way.” he shrugs.
“Looks like you had a good reason.” she says with a hand running through her hair.
An exhausted looking Declan comes out the back room, hair tied back and in worn and dirty jeans and t-shirt. “Oh fuck.” he sighs out and rubs his face. “I still hadn’t called you back. Shit.” he groans and walks towards her, reaching out and giving her a hug. “I’m gross but-”
“Shut up. Are you okay?” she asks, patting him down with her hands and then holding his face.
“I’m fine.” he dismisses her worry. “But the bar…” he sighs.
“Yeah. Fuck dude.” she answers, still looking him over, putting loose strands behind his ears as she looks around the bar. “You sure you’re okay? No offense but you look rough.” she says with a kind, soft laugh, her thumbs rubbing over his cheeks as the softness makes the tension in his neck ease.
His shoulders slump and he finally focuses on her and her worried expression. “C’mere.” he says, taking her hand and leading her into the back, behind a door that led to a flight of stairs and a door with lots of stickers and banners on it.
“What’s?” she asks before he opens it, revealing a studio apartment. “Whaaa?” she says surprised.
“You didn’t know?” he chuckles, shutting the door and moving to wrap his arms around her.
“No I didn’t know this was here.” she laughs, feeling a bit dumb. “I didn’t wanna be nosey.” she shrugs.
“Well this is my apartment.” he says with a nonchalant shrug. The space wasn’t huge, but not small, all exposed brick and wood and industrial looking. It felt old, the wood worn and haggard, two walls to block off a bedroom, a bar for seating in the kitchen, a bathroom tucked away in the corner. It felt very him to be so bare bones.
“I like it. Very... rustic.” she says before he takes her face and kisses her. “Mmph. Oh okay.” she mutters into it and giggles, moving to wrap her arms around him and kiss him back. After a few rounds that were for comfort more than anything he parts, his forehead to hers.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t call you back.”
“Well, you’ve clearly been busy.” she says supportively.
“So fucking busy. No excuse. I’m sorry, okay?” he insists and she kisses him softly.
“Forgiven.” she says with a smile, reaching to give him a hug. “Don’t worry about me. You’ve got enough on your plate.” she insists, rubbing his back. How had he gone without this sort of comfort for so long? He grunts into it and she smiles, nuzzling into his hair and kissing his head. “You’re exhausted. Have you slept?” she pulls away and strokes his face.
“Not really.”
“That’s what I thought.” she nods. “Can I help?”
“You are helping.” he sighs out.
“Good.” she smiles and kisses his temples. They stay like that for a moment, her rubbing on him, easing the pain in his joints and muscles with the moment of recharge she was giving him. “Shit. What about the-?” she blurts out.
“Show. I know.” he shakes his head and groans. “I got the paperwork started last night for the insurance, then called these guys first thing this morning. We’ve been surveying and taking pictures and all that shit all day, so we’re getting out all the damaged stuff now. Insurance will be here in a few days, so that’s good. But the taps are destroyed, so’s the register and some of the stock. I can replace the booths and stools and shit no problem but the other things take time.”
“Do I need to cancel my stuff then?” referring to the walkthroughs she had scheduled for later in the week to set up the sound and lights.
“Nah. It should be fine. I’m helping the guys out, I’m a workhorse. We can drive out and get some shit from the supplier ourselves, it’ll be faster. I think we can manage.”
“You’re gonna be exhausted.” she responds with a pout of her lips, already seeing it on his face.
“Yeah but...gotta be done.”
“I can reschedule.” she insists.
“No, no. You’ve worked hard on it. I’m not gonna start this off with backing out. Don’t wanna jinx it like that.”
“It’s your call, babe.” she says with a supportive, soft smile.
“And it’s still on. It’ll be a shit week but by the end, it should be worth it. And if this works out then that money will be much needed to cover everything until the insurance comes through.”
“What’re you gonna do about the taps and everything? The POS?”
“A register is easy. The taps harder but doable.” he shrugs.
“Well, you could take this opportunity to upgrade a few things?” she says cautiously, not wanting to offend. “It’d cost more and I don’t wanna be nosey about your finances but a few upgrades could really give you an edge.” she offers with a face that was hesitant but honest.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean get some taps installed, some temperature regulated ones, keeps the head just right. A one-touch POS that you could program everything into, wouldn’t have to remember prices. WOuld really help with the temps. You get a report at the end of every day, you can manage everything from a computer. If you get volume in here it’ll really help you out. And if I have anything to do with it, you will.” she nudges her nose to his and he smiles down at her.
“You’re brilliant but I have no clue how to even go about that.” he chuckles in self-defeat.
“Lucky for you, you know a girl who does.” she beamed at him.
“I am lucky. You know that?” he hums and leans in and kisses her.
“Stop being so sweet I don’t know how to act.” she lets out a laugh that shook her shoulders.
“Get used to it.” he huffs out and kisses her again, squeezing her around the ribs. “How about you come down and talk to the guys? Before they tear too much up.” he grins.
“No problem.” she says cheerfully. “I’ll text my bar guys for prices and time frames and all that.” she says getting out her phone.
“Bar guys?” he says with a playfully territorial smirk.
“Oh yeah, I just collect you all. Didn’t you know?” she laughs.
“I did not!”
“They’re owners from when I used to travel and do shows and stuff. Some have done well for themselves over the years. I helped them with the manual labor to get some air time in the beginning.”
“After all this is over I’ve got some manual labor I’ll be needing you to do.” he gives her a goofy grin and she lets out that giggle he loves as he bites on her neck and growls, a handful of her ass in her tight jeans, the rough turning quickly to loud smooches to show his gratitude for her.
“I’d say so. You’ll owe me BIG time big boy.” she boops his nose and he smiles like a dope. “I’ll take my payment in installments over a long period of time if you don’t mind.” she snorts and his eyes turn to hearts as she lets herself go around him, her jokes being a way for her to be sweet without the vulnerability.
“No lump sum for you.” he shakes his head. “How long of a payment plan we talkin’?” he asks with a kiss to her cheek.
“I don’t know…” she pouts her lips in thought dramatically. “Depends on you doesn’t it?” she sass’s back.
“I have excellent credit I’ll have you know.” he retorts and she laughs and puts her head into his chest.
“I thought we were talking about something else entirely. Unless excellent credit is what you call your dick.” she holds in a laugh with a wrinkle of her nose, her front teeth showing as she hunches her shoulders.
“Nah that’s old faithful.”
“Also a good indicator of regularly scheduled payments being made!” she says with a beaming smile and a tilt of her head.
“You’re fuckin’ ridiculous.” he lets out a rolling laugh and gives her a good solid squeeze and kiss while they grin against each other. “C’mon. Work first. Then play.”
“Agreed.” she chirps and pulls him in for one last kiss before they return back to the world of professionalism.
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virgo-89 · 5 years ago
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Kiyôtêw (ch2)
Main Characters: Jane (OFC) x Declan Harp
Other characters: Outlander & Frontier Characters
Summary: Jane and Declan are on their way to Riverrun and neither of them trusts each other, Jane is plotting on escape and Declan just wants to get this over with. Adventure awaits these two as they make their way down the river.
Ratings & Warning: Mature language and sexual content.
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CH 2. otinâkaniwiw
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We rode for several hours in silence; it was very uncomfortable. I figured we would have seen another person by now but there didn’t seem to be any roads or any buildings. Declan looked over at me and smiled. “You aren’t from around, here are you kiyôtêw?” I looked back at him and smiled “No, I’m not, but neither are you and what did you just call me?” He smirked and said “true, but I meant that you don’t seem like you are from this new world and you aren’t from Britain. So, you are a kiyôtêw, it means visitor from afar” My heart dropped and I looked away pissed that he had made me already. “Don’t worry I’m not going to say anything to anyone. I have my payment and I gave my word that I would get you to where you need to be, but don’t try anything funny ya hear?” I felt a sense of relief but knew that this meant he was going to keep an extra close eye on me. We kept riding and when it started to get dark so stopped in an opening in a forest, I tied my horse to a tree with an easy knot so that I could slip away easily later. He set up his bedroll and then started to work on the fire. I rolled my bed roll out as well and made it look like I was ready for bed. “I’m going to go get us some dinner. Wait here I’ll be back.” I looked over and smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded and then walked off with some throwing knives. I waited about 20 mins before I packed my bed up again and grabbed some jerky from the food sack. I untied the horse and started riding away. I didn’t think about the direction I was going I just went at full speed. I felt bad for leaving him, but I had to get back. I’m sure my picture was on a milk carton by now. I rode and rode until I got to a dirt road. I followed it for a while and then I heard someone following me on horseback. I was shocked and couldn’t believe Declan had caught up to me. Then there was another figure on a horse in front of me. My stomach turned. It wasn’t Declan. It was a group of Native Americans and they did not look welcoming. I turned back around at full speed I would rather be with Declan than be with a group of people that I didn’t understand. I felt so stupid I didn’t even think about the chances of being captured again. My heart dropped as I saw another native American in front of me, bow pulled taught with an arrow notched and ready to go at my head. I halted my horse and put my hands up. I knew that I didn’t have another choice. I had to be smart and pick my battles. The native American was yelling something. Probably for me to get off. I didn’t understand but I got off anyway and put my hands up again. He waited for his companions to come find us before he lowered his arrow. His companion forced me to my knees. I felt so helpless.
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jacksonhenry297 · 4 years ago
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Jason Momoa Would Not Watch Dune When Released in Theatres, Here’s Why?
One of Dune’s key cast members, Jason Momoa, stated that he would not see his upcoming science fiction movie, Dune.
Denis Villeneuve’s upcoming science-fiction movie Dune is based on the 1965 Frank Herbert’s novel of the same name. The first movie will cover half of the plot. Jon Spaihts wrote the film’s screenplay, and it stars Timothée Chalamet, Oscar Isaac, Rebecca Ferguson, Jason Momoa, Zendaya, Charlotte Rampling, Sharon Duncan-Brewster, and Javier Bardem.
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The release date of the film has been rescheduled twice due to the pandemic. Dune is now planned for the theatrical release on 1 October 2021, in IMAX and 3D in the United States by Warner Bros. Pictures.
However, actor Momoa’s comment on the film has generated much excitement. Dune is one of the most significant projects of the actor’s career. He explained why he wouldn’t see the movie in theatres after many delays and anticipations.
Joseph Jason Namakaeha Momoa is an American actor known for his popular character Arthur Curry / Aquaman in Justice League, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, and Aquaman. The actor has also gained huge fame for his roles as Khal Drogo in the fantasy drama HBO TV series Game of Thrones, Declan Harp in the Discovery Channel historical drama series Frontier, Ronon Dex in the Syfy science fiction series Stargate Atlantis and Baba Voss in the Apple TV+ science fiction series See. Now he will be playing Duncan Idaho in the adaptation of the science fiction novel Dune. Momoa also received the CinemaCon Awards in the category of Male Rising Star for his role in Game of Thrones and Conan the Barbarian.
Recently, during an interview with Men’s Health, the award-winning actor commented that he would wait on seeing his upcoming film on the big screen so that he can enjoy his first movie after the pandemic with his whole family. Jason also shared that his son is scared of seeing his dad in the action sequence. And his son asked him in the middle of the movie if his dad is okay? Being a caring father, the actor consoled his son and told him that he is right and that the film took place some two years ago. Jason lives with his wife, Lisa Bonet, two children, 13-year-old daughter Lola and 11-year-old son Wolfie.
The plot of the upcoming movie Dune is set in future humanity and revolves around Duke Leto Atreides. He accepts the offer to supervise the dangerous deserted planet, Dune. The planet is the source of the spice that might extend human life. The substance would make the people superhuman and make faster-than-light travel. However, he knows that the opportunity might be a trap, but Leto anyway decides to go.
Before Denis Villeneuve, the filmmaker David Lynch tried to adapt the novel into a film in 1984. The film got the worst reviews and was poorly received by the audience. One of the critics, Roger Ebert, gave Lynch’s movie one out of four stars and wrote that the film is ugly, incomprehensible, unstructured and a real mess. After many failed attempts, Villeneuve is now trying to bring the beautifully written novel on the big screen.
Paramount Pictures announced the adaptation of Frank Herbert’s Dune. The shooting of the movie started on 18 March 2019 in Budapest, Hungary. The team completed the shooting in July 2019. It seems the actor has difficulty spending some collective time with his family, so he decided to enjoy his film together. Besides, during the coronavirus, it makes more sense to wait than rushing to the theatres on day one. However, the same should be suggested to the fans eagerly waiting for the movie to release.
The novel is considered one of the difficult books to adapt into the film. There are many failed examples of the novel. Hence director Denis Villeneuve and Warner Bros. Pictures are carefully planning the film as they want the film to create a successful franchise just like Marvel has one.
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 1 year ago
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 9 months ago
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I have the day off and decided to write. But my cat needed entertainment 🤣
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 6 months ago
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 8 months ago
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Wide awake due to some pain with my wrist. Soooo keep me company until I pass back out? ☺️
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 4 months ago
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Finally getting my office back in order. And looky what we have here 😏 I’ve finished some chapters of some series….and if you’re new here, those white pieces of paper push pinned on the wall are the summaries for the next chapters of certain series
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 5 months ago
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Idk if you’re still taking questions but I wanted to ask Declan one…
Declan…I guess this might be more of a personal question but um….youre clearly an “experienced” alpha. Y/N is clearly not even though we don’t much about her sexual history. I’m curious if you were going to walk our lovely Omega through some…..self pleasure moments or if you were going to take that upon yourself to give her pleasure. 😏
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Declan: "Ehem.......I guess you'll have to wait and see ;)"
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ME....realizing I have to write it....lol
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 6 months ago
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Declan Harp My Alpha-
Do you think you’ll marry and have pups with Y/N one day? Or are you unsure how that will all work?
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Declan: "Oh uh......" Chuckles "I am unsure of how all that will work out at this time.......I have hopes though....one day"
Me:
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Oh the pain they have to venture through first.....
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 6 months ago
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Declan do you plan to make Y/N your mate and claim her or are you just messing with her because it makes her father angry?
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Declan: “oh no, I VERY much enjoy spending time with Y/N….its a little early to say if I want to make her my mate but you never know where things might end up.”
Me: ☺️ boy you got no idea 🤭
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 1 month ago
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Just a tiny update without saying much
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 10 months ago
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I'm Baaaaccckkkk 2/2/24
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When you finally break the writers block, the depression is beginning to lift and you finally figured out the plot to the story you've already wrote three chapters on.
Running on manic episodes and diet coke yall....but imma publish some stuff this weekend.
I lost a close friend to suicide and havent been the same, finally, Im healing, but itll never be the same.
All in all....I feel happy to be back, send me messages and lets chat!!! :) Ask me about my stories! Im ready to spill :P
and what the hell....this weekend only.....REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! :P Show me what you're made of ;)
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 1 year ago
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Have you guys been naughty or nice this holiday season!!
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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 1 year ago
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GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!
So guys, I've officially joined Tiktok and created a page just specifically for this blog!!!
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