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thiswasinevitableid · 1 year

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Thrill of the Hunt (Indruck)

The other winner of the "continuation of a fill" poll was this fill. CW for blood since we're dealing with vampires. Also cw for dubcon roleplay, although even then it's clear everyone is consenting and into it.

When Duck was twenty-two, he was paying for his forestry degree by–among other things–working the graveyard shift at a 7/11. Among the regulars was a tall, pale-haired man who always wore red glasses and bought himself a large slurpee and four donuts. Duck thought he was cute, in a weird way, and allowed himself a few minutes of flirting to break-up the monotony of the buzzing lights and whirring drink machines.

One rainy night, after not seeing his favorite customer for over two weeks, Duck was working alone and went into the back alley to dump the trash. One minute he was closing a dumpster, the next his back hit the wall and exquisitely sharp fangs sank into his neck.

He came almost instantly, harder than he ever had in his life. Which was a shock to him and to the vampire who was now having to ease his limp body down to the damp ground. Duck was starting to cry at the thought of someone finding his dead body in a fucking alleyway before his life ever really got started when cold, gentle fingers did their best to brush the tears away.

Blinking through them, he saw a pair of red glasses.

The vampire apologized profusely, explaining the presence of vampire hunters in town meant he’d gone too long without fresh blood, that he was afraid to even seek out blood banks or butchers, and so he’d been half feral when Duck appeared, and would Duck please let Indrid make it up to him?

Duck had nodded, weakly, scrambling to his feet when the bell rang inside the store. The vampire, Indrid, promised he’d be waiting for him when his shift was done. Three hours later, in the grey twilight, Duck stepped out to the parking lot to find a vampire standing by his car with a bouquet of flowers.

Ten years later, Duck is on a twisting, mountain road, on his way to celebrate their tenth anniversary. Indrid arrived yesterday to set the scene. Duck guides the car around a bend and tries to get into the headspace of a single man out for weekend alone, rather than a married one heading for a lake house his husband bought so that Duck could have the whole family over during the summer.

He pulls up to the house a little after five, brings his bag inside and checks his phone for any messages from Juno, who’s house sitting for them back on the coast. Duck loves his native Monongahela, but the Olympic National Forest is a much better workplace when your husband is sensitive to sunlight.

Duck does his best to move through the house like he’s seeing it for the first time, stashing his half-finished soda in the fridge and ignoring the six pack of pineapple Jarritos on the lower shelf, just like he ignores the red glasses on the bedroom dresser and the pink and yellow bathrobe hanging on the door.

As he flips through the little stack of delivery menus from the nearest town, he wonders when Indrid intends to strike. The vampire told him the nature of the game, but not the details, and right now all he’s hoping is that Indrid doesn’t wait too long to show himself; he misses him.

For the first hour, he knows there’s no one there but him and the birds paddling on the lake.

Then the sun sets.

He looks out the bedroom window and swears he sees something moving against the tree trunks. Rather than throwing the door open and yelling that it’d sure be a shame if there was no one here to eat this butterscotch swirl ice cream he bought, he hurries down the stairs and makes sure all the doors and windows are locked. As he clicks the deadbolt on the door to the porch, there’s a rustle of large wings over the house.

When he hangs up the phone after calling in his dinner order, he turns to find glowing, red eyes watching him from just outside the reach of the porch lights.

Duck decides to wait for dinner upstairs. The moment the lower level is out of sight, there’s a faint screech of claws on the living room window.

He thinks about a different version of himself, one who doesn’t know what kinds of things lurk in the shadows, and decides that what he heard must just be a big raccoon. Maybe a deer. All the same, he closes the bedroom door before changing into his pajamas.

When he’s down to his shirt and boxers, the door creaks open inch by inch, as if whatever’s on the other side is savoring the slow reveal.

“Hey, uh, who, whoever’s out there, think you got the wrong house. I’m just renting this place for the weekend, so it can’t be where you’re stayin’.”

“Oh, I am well aware you are a guest here. I am the one who rented it to you.”

The door swings all the way open, revealing a monstrous, insectoid figure. Its feathers are a mottled mix of browns, and its fluffy antenna nearly brush the door frame as it steps into the room. Red, glowing eyes regard him hungrily as the mothman adds, “After all, what better way to obtain fresh blood than luring people into a place which I require no invitation to enter?”

Duck steps backward, all too aware of the fact the monster is between him and his only means of escape, “Look, man, I don’t know what kind of sick fuckin joke this is, but it ain’t funny.”

The mothman cocks his head, “That is because it is not a joke. I feed on blood, which you will be providing me like a good little morsel.”

Duck’s back bumps into the wall, “Bullshit, moths eat fruit and flowers and stuff.”

“Vampire moths are another story, I’m afraid.” The monster opens his mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth, his canines sharp and menacing as needles.

“Fuck that.” Duck pushes off the wall, racing around the intruder. Claws grab his hair, yanking him back and then around to face the creature.

Red eyes meet his own, “Stay still.”

The voice is lilting, gentle, but Duck finds his feet and arms obey the command no matter how much he begs them not to.

“Much better. Now, let’s have a look at you. Arms up.”

Duck complies without intending to, letting the vampire lift his shirt free. One hand runs through his hair and tips his head to the side so another can run a single, sharp claw along his throat. The lower two hands glide along his chest and belly, seemingly uninterested in the predation going on above them.

“Mmmmm” The claw presses on his skin, “such a deliciously unmarred little human.”

He barely avoids laughing at that; there’s a patch of scar tissue just next to where the claw is tracing a heart, a memory of the six month span when other blood supplies were nearly impossible to find and Indrid had to feed from him regularly. He hadn’t minded one bit.

“Please don’t kill ME” he yelps as three claws graze down his neck.

“Oh, don’t fuss so. I did not live as long as I have by exhausting such a robust meal in one go.” The mothman kneels, narrow tongue flicking out to tease Duck’s stomach, distracting him from his boxers hitting the floor.

“What, what are you doing?”

“Enjoying myself.” The tongue flicks out again for an experimental lick of his dick, “other vampires may not play with their food, but I have never had such qualms.”

“Ohfuck.” He tries to jerk away from the sensation but he’s still under a thrall, feet planted and spread enough for two claws to slip between them and play with his folds.

“There we are” the vampire purrs, “aren’t you a lovely and eager little thing?”

“I ain’t!”

“This” the pad of one hand rubs against him and comes away wet, “suggests otherwise. There’s no need to be shy; I find humans taste best when aroused. All that blushing, blood coming to the surface” his teeth graze Duck’s belly, “delicious.”

The mouth pressed to him widens and he braces to be bitten. He’s saved by the doorbell, the mothman’s head swiveling towards the stairs.

“That’s the delivery guy. If, if I don’t go down there they’ll know somethin’ is wrong.”

“I highly doubt an underpaid twenty year old will think it any more than a nuisance that you didn’t answer. However, just to be safe” He stands, shrinking as he does until the winged shape is replaced by a tall, willowy human, “I shall retrieve it. Stay put like a good little snack.” He reaches the door, then turns, “did you tip ahead of time, my love?”

“Yep.”

Indrid disappears, taking his thrall with him. Duck uses the opportunity to grab his pine green bathrobe and throw it on like he actually gives a shit about his modesty and huddles up on the bed.

“Oooh! They gave us extra crab rangoon. That was nice of them.” Indrid returns, setting the take out bags on the top blanket, “how do you like my game so far?”

“It’s fuckin amazing. But, uh” Duck looks at the growing pile of take-out containers, “maybe I oughta have ordered something else. Not sure I’m gonna be ready to bone-down after eating my weight in fried rice.”

Indrid swallows a small, pink pill, the one that allows him to consume human food, “I was rather thinking the same thing. Perhaps we considered it paused for the evening and I can show you what else I have planned in the morning?”

They agree that this is the best option, and so Indrid cuddles up beside him, back against the headboard, talking animatedly about his day and the wolf spider he shepherded from the bathtub when he arrived yesterday afternoon.

Duck’s tired enough from the drive that they don’t do much besides clear the dishes and make sure they’re not setting themselves up to find anything gross in the sink or on the counter in the morning before turning in for the night. Indrid’s sleep schedule operates by a logic unknown to humans or vampires, but he never turns down the chance to warm his chilly skin against Duck’s bulk as the human drifts into his dreams.

When he wakes up, an osprey is calling from the sky above the lake and a sharp fingernail is tracing up and down his throat.

“I have a proposition for you, my little morsel.” Indrid is on his side, facing him with a human face free of glasses.

“I ain’t little” he grumbles, trying to get into character even as he nestles closer.

“That, like all things, is relative, and given that in my true form I outweigh you, I will call you whatever I please. My offer is this: you allow me the opportunity to show just how well I treat my things. If, by sundown tonight, you are not convinced that all I offer is a fair trade for a little blood now and then, I will fly off and leave you to vacation in peace.”

Duck pretends to think about it.

“Yeah. Yeah that seems fair.”

“Excellent. You stay here for as long as you like; I will return shortly.”

Duck stretches under the blankets, enjoying the laziness of the dawn as the odd clank reaches him from the kitchen below. When Indrid returns he’s in his moth form, two hands carrying a breakfast tray while the others hold a mug of black coffee and a bottle labeled “Tennessee Ernie’s Eggnog Iced Coffee.”

“Et voila.” Indrid sets the tray across Duck’s lap, “a southern scramble for a southern gentleman.”

Duck snickers and digs in, Indrid looking pleased with himself as he shoves his tongue into the coffee bottle, lapping it up like a hummingbird on a feeder.

“Gotta say, if the service is good all day, you might just convince me.”

Indrid’s antenna twitch, “It will be. Of that you can be sure.”

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In his nearly two centuries walking the Earth, Indrid must have done enough good amidst the hunger and fear that flowed out around him to convince fate to bring Duck Newton into his path.

He’s loved his human for such a small fraction of his existence, yet their decade together outshines all the years before it. Some days he thinks that if Duck chooses a mortal life and death, Indrid will spend at least a hundred years laying on his grave, letting flowers grow over them both.

These are, admittedly, odd thoughts to have when the most handsome man in creation is walking around his house in a bathrobe that keeps falling open. But Duck has always had such an effect on him, where no matter how much lust he’s feeling–blood or otherwise–his thoughts return to the simple fact that he loves this human very much.

Among Duck’s many excellent qualities is his enjoyment of Indrid’s predatory nature. Discovering he got pleasure from a random human twisting in his grip as he fed did nothing to quell Indrid’s guilt when he was first turned. And while he’s found a few humans over the years who liked being fed from, none of them ever reacted as Duck does. Nor did they actively encourage Indrid to hunt them down, toy with them, or lay in wait before pouncing.

It’s a little after one p.m, and Indrid has tended to Duck’s every whim and want (which is why he’s currently washing massage oil off his hands). The human is lounging on the couch, remote in hand, so once Indrid can touch things without smearing peach-scented shine all over them, he fetches a box of gourmet candy bars from the cupboard. He unwraps a Rocky Road one as he circles the couch, breaking off a square and presenting it to Duck, who takes it with his mouth.

“Feels like you’re tryin to fatten me up.” Duck teases.

“Not in the least. Though I have been told that well-fed, spoiled humans often taste the best.”

“Seem real confident you’ll get a taste.” Duck takes the bar and breaks off another square.

“Is my service not to your liking?”

“Got some needs that ain’t been met yet.” The human opens the bottom half of his robe and spreads his legs. Indrid saw this as a possible timeline, and he’s exceedingly glad this is the direction they’re going.

“Then please, allow me to remedy that.” Being in his human form means it’s easy to kneel between Duck’s legs and nose at his thighs (without sending him into a fit of giggles; a peril of having feathers all over one's face).

Wearing nothing under the robe is an excellent touch for a character of an overconfident human, and Indrid would commend Duck for it were his mouth not already occupied with kissing up his legs.

When his mouth finally closes around Duck’s cock, there’s a little gasp and a hand tangling in his hair. Indrid always feels so surrounded by his human when he does this, like his senses give up on paying attention to anything that isn’t Duck. Even his foresight quiets, content to let the futures spin about on their own for a few moments in favor of fully taking in his husbands moans. Today is no different, and with no work to get to or cat yowling for a meal, Indrid takes his time, resting his hands on soft, warm thighs as he loses himself in his task. He has no idea how long it takes Duck to cum, only that when he does it’s with a charmingly prolonged moan.

Indrid pulls his face back and sits up just enough to rest his head on Duck’s belly, blood pulsing beneath his ear. They can return to the game in a moment; right now he can’t think of anything better than being here.

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Duck’s still in his bathrobe, reading on the bed, when the sun disappears behind the trees. He hasn’t even had time to close the book when Indrid’s moth form is in the doorway.

“Well, my little snack, have you come to a decision?”

He stands, sauntering over to Indrid, “That I have.” He runs his fingers through the down of Indrid’s chest.

“And you have accepted my offer?”

He flashes his best smile, “Nope. Sorry, sugar, but you just ain’t convinced me.”

Ruby eyes blink once, slowly, as their owner processes the answer.

“Ah. I see.” Indrid taps his claws together and sighs, “well, in that case, there is only one choice left to me.”

The attack happens with superhuman speed, the vampire grabbing him with all four arms and wrestling him to the bed.

“What the fuck man? We had a deal!”

“Let this be a lesson to you, sweet one: creatures of the night are not creatures of their word.” Teeth scrape across his chest, “oh I am going to have so much fun with you.”

“The fuck you are!” Duck kicks at him, “you didn’t keep you end of the deal so I’m not keepin’ mine!” He adds a shove, which only gets claws dug into his chin.

“I have had quite enough of you arguing with me. Kneel on the floor. Now.”

His body drops and he pretends it’s due to the thrall he can sense throughout his entire being.

“Good” Indrid purrs, one hand rubbing between his legs, “now, open your mouth. There we are, that’s a good boy.” There’s a rustle of feathers and then the head of a large cock with four, vertical ridges presses into his mouth. It slides in easily until it bumps the top of his throat. He tries to pull back and discovers he can’t. As the cock forces itself farther, he whimpers and looks pleadingly at the vampire.

“Ah ah, none of that. You will relax. And you will take it all.”

The thrall does the work for him, the muscles of his jaw and throat going slack to take Indrid inch by inch. Indrid is still purring, still pushing Duck’s head until his mouth reaches the base of his cock, feathers tickling his nose.

When Indrid experimentally rolls his hips, Duck decides he’s not done with the game and tries to push off Indrid’s hips (it’s not their sign to stop, and so he knows Indrid will take it as a sign to be rougher).

A clawed hand instantly closes around his throat, the thumb rubbing at the front of it, “I would think carefully before doing that again. Do you feel that?” his thumb presses down, stroking his own cock through Duck’s throat, “do you feel how you can barely contain me?”

He manages a muffled moan of assent.

“If you continue to pretend you have any power here, I will remove the thrall. You will gag and choke as a result, and I will get a great deal of added pleasure from the vibration of your screams for mercy. So be a good little toy and let me use you.”

Duck whines and slightly nods his head. Then his arms fly out, scrambling for something to hold onto as Indrid fucks his throat with slow, demanding thrusts. He finds the edges of his wings and clings to them even as his mind slips up into the clouds. Even with the thrall there’s an ache in his jaw and the sensation that something is forcing its way in, claiming him. If he trusted his hands not to just flail uselessly the instant he lets go of Indrid, they’d already be between his thighs.

“Mmmnff” Indrid’s hips speed up, “I shouldn’t have even bothered with, with that bargain. I should have dragged your mouth onto my cock first thing this morning and used it like the lovely toy it is. Leave you gasping and pleading while I rolled you over to help myself to the rest of you.”

Duck moans, petting the edge of one wing.

“Do you like that dearest? Good, we shall do it tomorrow. For now” He pushes Duck’s head away, hand still on his throat, “have you accepted your place?”

Through the haze, Duck mumbles out, “Fuck you.”

He’s hauled up and tossed onto the bed, two hands pinning his shoulders to the mattress while the other two hold down his hips.

“Then I think it is high time I show you what humans are really for. Do not move.”

Then Duck is covered in by a massive, feathery figure and fangs pierce his neck, his cries splitting the air. For a brief flash, his body is nothing but an animal, all signals telling him this is it, this is the end. Then the flood comes, pleasure spreading from the wound into every nerve. It carries him away, makes the world into dull sounds and soft, forgiving angles.

Indrid’s command to stay still wasn’t just part of the game. Without the thrall forcing his body to obey its instincts, there’s a chance he’d flinch or thrash in pain or pleasure. It’s a chance they can’t take when Indrid is in this form; his mouth is much bigger, his other teeth much sharper, and a sudden, unintentional movement could tear Duck’s skin.

A claw taps his hip; Indrid is counting, each tap a second of the bite. Duck usually goes woozy at a minute, and the way his head is spinning suggests Indrid is carefully pushing past that. One claw is on his wrist, another the chest above his heart, tracking his pulse, and in ten more taps Indrid finally pulls away with a satisfied moan. His tongue laps at the punctures, coaxing them to coagulate and close.

Indrid blinks and the thrall is gone. Not that Duck can do much with this change of events; his whole body is limp and heavy, a fact which Indrid coos over as shoves Duck’s legs open and drags his ass into his lap.

“Mmmm, this is much better. Not only are you delicious, but now you have no choice but to lay here and let me do as I wish.”

“Hell yeah.” Duck murmurs, his voice seeming to come from outside him.

“That is all I ever asked of you. That is all I want, to glut myself on the taste of you, the feel of you beneath my hands, the sensation of being inside you” He pushes his cock into Duck and moans, “is that so much to ask?”

“Nuh uh.” Duck shakes his head, finds the nearest hand and holds it.

Indrid grins as he fucks him gently, “Good, because it was not really a question. You are mine now to do with as I please. And what pleases me now….” clever fingers find Ducks dick. His hips jerk, his body desperate to chase the sensation but without the energy to do so.

“‘Drid, please, need, need it more, need it harder.”

The strokes intensify and he groans, any movements he manages resulting in him fucking himself on Indrid rather than rubbing off on his hand. Findall his husband takes actual mercy on him, moving his fingers just right to make him cum so hard he forgets not only his name but what time and place he’s in.

He’s reminded by Indrid lunging forward, fucking him frantically and trilling until he cums with a chirp, wings spread so wide Duck can see the eyespots on the underside.

He’s floating through reality like a jellyfish in the sea when Indrid is suddenly fluttering about the room.

“S’wrong?”

“The bite, it’s bleeding more than I’d like. Hold still dearest, let me get it bandaged.” He eases Duck into a sitting position, kissing the bite a final time before wiping it with antiseptic and placing a band-aid across the marks.

“There, all better.” Indrid cups his face, studying it, “can you stay here for me while I get you something to eat? I took an awful lot this time.”

He nods, letting Indrid help him change into actual pajamas before the vampire scurries off to the kitchen. When he returns this time it’s with Gatorade and cookies, the former complete with straw so Duck doesn’t have to move his neck to drink. He does so, watching Indrid change; first into a human, and then into his mothman patterned sleep pants. By the time his husband helps himself to a Chips Ahoy, Duck is back to himself.

“I mention lately how much I love you?”

“Yes, my sweet. About an hour ago.”

“Guess I better say it again, huh?” Duck leans over, kissing Indrid’s cheek, “because I do, sugar. I love you so fuckin much.”

“I love you too.” Indrid rests his head on Duck’s unbitten shoulder, “how else shall we spend our vacation? I could get us a reservation at the little fine dining place on the cliffs, or you could take the paddleboard out while I nap in the shade.”

“Both sound good to me. But, uh,” he squeezes Indrid’s thigh, “I got some other plans for you too.”

His husband says nothing. He simply laughs and kisses him another time.

#monster march #indruck #terato #vampire boyfriend #monster boyfriend #indrid cold/duck newton #duck x indrid #trans duck newton #human/monster romance

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vivacissimx · 2 years

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Hiiiiiii your reader from ao3 hera ✌First of all, i want to say i love “love doesn’t live here” very very much and want to thank you for writing such amazing story. Vaelon is my otp now ❤ second of all, Do u mind if i ask a few questions? When do you plan to post the sequel? No pressure, just wondering ☺ And can you spoil us a lil bit, like will Vaelon stay in Dragonstone or move to King’s Landing after they got married? Will we see some northern characters again? And if this happen, it because they go to King’s Landing or Vaelon visit the North? i saw some questions at the ao3 comment box and i’m curious too: when did desmond figure out that Baelon is gonna be Viserra’s husband, after she just told him she gonna wed again and she love this man? Afa i remember, Viserra did not told him anything about Baelon and her during the time she was in WB?

oh tysm! it's really nice that people are still finding that fic, cause ao3 does not really lend itself to older fics unless they have a billion kudos or whatever also i love fic questions hehe

well i'm not sure about when i'm gonna write the sequel, i have a multichap that i'm in the headspace for rn - ntm real life is very busy (cause my brother is getting married! exciting). whenever i feel motivation for it, i'll start it up again

hmmm well i posted a snippet here if you'd like to see, that said, baelon is part of. the government. and viserra is working with her artisan's guild in king's landing, so they will definitely spend time in both places as well as travelling a bit. i do have a northern subplot i'm workshopping in my head, i don't wanna spoil it but it will deal with characters that were important during viserra's time as the lady of white harbor.

for the last question... yeah, he figured it out around the time she told him she was getting married again. no, he doesn't know about viserra's failed seduction of baelon nor that she was #plotting on him when jaehaerys and baelon came to white harbor to negotiate around widow's law. at the time of viserra & baelon's reunion, viserra was actively going to desmond for affection and intimacy, so even if she was getting closer to baelon he probably just saw that as viserra being viserra, thinking she can wrap all the men in the world around her finger. that said - desmond also knows viserra is ambitious, clever, very selective when it comes to who she lets close to her, and not too keen on men who simp for her. baelon is the attractive unmarried heir to the throne who viserra always cared for (calling out for him in her delirium) & whose very own personal guard viserra travels with.

that, and viserra was literally wearing a man's riding cloak with targaryen imagery sewn into it when she spoke to him on that rooftop. 2+2 and desmond wasn't born yesterday.

#ldlh #asks #fic asks

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schadenfreudich · 8 months

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We didn't think about the last name thing when we got married yesterday (in headspace), because there's 3 of us and we all kind of have last names that we rarely use (which is why we forgot about them) and Wilhelm had what is probably the funniest solution, even funnier than playing rock paper scissors and have the losers take the winners name, which I already is really funny. No, his idea was to have your last name as the first one and then all your spouses' last names added onto that in alphabetical order. Which means my name in-sys is now Franz Müller-Bundschuh-Kaufmann. This will get even funnier the more spouses someone gets. Seeing as this was Wilhelm Kaufmann-Bundschuh-Müller's idea, and the marriage was his idea and he planning on marrying more of his partners, I think his name will soon reach weird levels of length.

Also because I feel like adding the last names in perfect alphabetical order, our other husband is Wolfgang Bundschuh-Kaufmann-Müller.

#if you are wondering why we have such german names: that was on purpose. the other two are just fictives of german ocs and i'm just weird #-franz #about wolfgang #about wilhelm

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katnissmellarkkk · 3 years

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Okayyyy here comes the next chapter ! Number .... lemme look. Okay, number six! 🥳🥳🥳

And yes, my thoughts as usual will be a messy, very Everlark-biased and full of typos. Letsss gooooo 🥰🥰🥰

Is this the first time Katniss and Peeta have been to their floor or is this just the most opportune time to explain and introduce the Tribute Center living quarters?

Also why are they called tributes anyway? That word suddenly seems weird to me after nine years... 🤔🤔🤔

“I've ridden the elevator a couple of times in the Justice Building back in District 12. Once to receive the medal for my father's death and then yesterday to say my final goodbyes to my friends and family” .... 😶😶 so only good memories and connotations to elevators then, huh?

“The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air.” My mind is just imagining the elevator in Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone’s Spider-Man movies 🤗.

“It's exhilarating and I'm tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish” this is so cute and innocent omg. Katniss, like I said in my last chapter blog, still has some childlike innocence left in her 🥺🥺🥺. I’m a sad.

Also excuse the unnecessary extra gif use but 🤭🤭🤭

Oh wow, so Haymitch hasn’t been around since they were on the train? No wonder neither Katniss nor Peeta fled they could trust him for basically the entirety of the first book. 😐😐😐

You know it’s bad when Effie being around feels like a blessing to Katniss. Girl has more restraint than me, I’d have ripped off this woman’s janky wig by now without remorse. 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Effie acts like they’re her purebred show dogs. I know I know how is this news, that’s a blatant fact. The movies really softened her up tho for the general audience. And I bleed the movies and books together more than I should 😔😔😔

Well at least she’s made herself useful, trying to get Everlark sponsors ... even if it’s ultimately to benefit herself above anyone else .... 😤

Effie calling Twelve barbaric while she’s preparing them for the slaughter isn’t even ironic it’s like literally just brainless. Johanna probably had the nickname floating around for a lot of people before she officially knighted Katniss with it 😭

“Everyone has their reservations, naturally. You being from the coal district.” Is this how they refer to Twelve? So basically if a district makes a better item, it’s a more worthy one in the Capitol’s eyes? So essentially, if District Eight made like diamonds or pearls or whatever then it would be more worthy? So are the districts assigned their numbers (one, two, three, four, etc) based on their order of importance to the Capitol’s lifestyle? I always thought it was based on their distance in relation to the Capitol? Okay so I didn’t really pay much attention to these facts previously when I read these books ok look away I’m an idiot

Omg 😭😭😭😭 Effie is such an idiot. But the coal turns to pearls thing is my favorite line from her only because it serves as the cutest inside joke when Peeta makes a callback to it in Catching Fire and Finnick is just like “why are these two teenagers so stupid who did I ally with? 🥵😳🥵😳🥵”

“I wonder if the people she's been plugging us to all day either know or care.” After reading Songbirds and Snakes, I’m sure they don’t have a clue, boo. 😑😑😑😑 although not everyone was an idiot back then ... maybe Snow is putting lead in the drinking water?

“But don't worry, I'll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary.” I know she’s trying to help and I know we say this kind of thing today, but considering this is two kids she’s well aware will be heading into a death match this is just bad wording I know surprise surprise 🙄🙄🙄😬😬😬😬

“Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire.” Katniss really does see the best in people. What’s sad, y’all, is I think Katniss unconsciously really tries to like people and that’s why she has her guard up so high. Because the softer you are, the easier people will step all over you. Terrible phrasing here, Samantha, I’m so sorry to any of my readers ... okay now that sounded arrogant, implying I have readers 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤣😅🤣😅🤣😅

“My quarters are larger than our entire house back home.” Omg? I mean, yes, I knew this already obviously no duh but like also. Just the fact that three people live in a space smaller than a bedroom and bathroom arena is saddy sad sad. Also do they have indoor plumbing in the Seam or is their backyards just full of—okay, I’ll see myself out. 😶🤭😅🙃

“The shower alone has a panel with more than a hundred options you can choose regulating water temperature, pressure, soaps, shampoos, scents, oils, and massaging sponges.” I’m just imagining a Spongebob scene ngl.

I’m sorry there’s so many gifs this time around it’s probably taking us out of the reading headspace I’ll never do it again 😩😩😩😩 I talk like I have a class of people listening to me 🤭🤭🤭

“Instead of struggling with the knots in my wet hair, I merely place my hand on a box that sends a current through my scalp, untangling, parting, and drying my hair almost instantly” I need this someone invent this NOW my brush is yanking out my hair 😔😩

“I program the closet for an outfit to my taste.” ‘Yes, Alexa, I’d like a hunting jacket, some boots and a green shirt. Yes, it can be brown.’

“You need only whisper a type of food from a gigantic menu into a mouthpiece and it appears, hot and steamy, before you in less than a minute.” I like this idea because it means that Peeta could order hot choccy to comfort Katniss after her nightmares in Catching Fire from the comfort of her their own bed. 🤗🤗🤗 also I want this for myself. The bad people are giving my greedy self ideas look away everyone 😬

“I walk around the room eating goose liver and puffy bread until there's a knock on the door.” 🤢🤢🤢🤢 Of everything you could have chosen, child, this is what you decided on? Someone help my girl and her rotten tastebuds now.

“Effie's calling me to dinner. Good. I'm starving.” Baby, you were just eating. She’s so nutritionally messed up. 😔😔😔

Katniss trying wine 🥳🥳🥳 she’s so funny, trying to find a way to improve the taste 😅. She’ll make a good taste tester for her baker husband one day.

Hahahaha Katniss not liking the feeling and judging Haymitch for always being tipsy. Also this is sad because she ends up addicted to morphling later one which is far worse than a little wine.

I’m glad to know Baked Alaska survived the apocalypse 😅🥳

Katniss just constantly trying to decipher the recipe of every meal and how to recreate it reads cute on a surface level but it’s actually so tragic because everything to this girl is based around food. Like even more than is typically noticed. They really should have given a hint at this in the first movie. Good thing she marries a man who can always keep her full.

I’m just forever side-eyeing you, Gare Bear.

That’s Gary Ross for the confused kids in the back.

Why does Katniss yelling mid-sentence, “oh! I know you!” add to her innocence? 🥺 it’s because she was overwhelmed by all the food and new luxuries she’d never even been able to imagine ... and also this is pre her first games so she’s still got some childhood left in her 😩😔

I wonder how Lavinia felt seeing Katniss volunteer and knowing she’d be her Avox? I wonder if she, like Cinna, somehow volunteered to be her Avox?

I mean ... talk about convenient placement that this specific girl was assigned to Katniss’ district—oh wait, y’all, I just caught myself. She’s from Twelve. She was assigned to Twelve’s tributes because she’s from there, duh. I’m such an airhead omg just call me Effie.

Don’t you actually dare.

“When I look back, the four adults are watching me like hawks.” Meanwhile, Peeta is just like 😬😬😬 eating his dinner.

Actually, ngl, this could be such a reach and it probably is but like maybe Peeta sensed a confrontation coming and, because of his implied upbringing, he naturally becomes silent or makes himself invisible when trouble starts looking like it’s gonna arise. 🥺🥺🥺 I don’t know why I say these things I’m just hurting my own feelings but ya know the drill. I thought it so I said it.

Why is Effie yelling at Katniss for saying she knows the Avox girl like omg overreaction much? And I know, the sky is blue 🙄🙄🙄 she’s prejudiced against basically everyone, I know, I know

Rip her wig off, Katty Deen 🤗🤗🤗

Oh I stupidly forgot that Avoxes are supposedly known by everyone to be traitors or criminals. So I suppose this isn’t Effie’s worst offense but I’m keeping a tally anyways

Katniss is blaming her stuttering on the wine but my girl just has social anxiety 😔😔😔

Peeta coming in with a save 😭😭😭 he’s already trying saving his girl 🤧

Alsoooo the unspoken friendship, the covering for the other and teaming up against the adults, is still riding high and going strong here 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 look away, y’all, the shipper comments are coming in strong

Also why is this the first real interaction with Peeta in this chapter yet? My baby needs more page-time 🤭🤭🤭

“Delly Cartwright is a pasty-faced, lumpy girl with yellowish hair who looks about as much like our server as a beetle does a butterfly.” Now why did Katniss just tear Delly to shreds for no reason at all 😭😭😭 this was a surprise assault on the poor girl 🙃🙃🙃🙃

“She may also be the friendliest person on the planet - she smiles constantly at everybody in school, even me.” Okay not to tie absolutely everything back to Peeta ... but to tie absolutely everything back to Peeta ... this description of poor, sweet Delly is actually indicative of Peeta’s character? Since Delly, we find out in Mockingjay, is Peeta’s childhood best friend, her personality being this sunny, kind, good-natured person tells us Peeta has always probably been somewhat like her and perhaps not as much like the other town kids Katniss implies to be stuck up or snooty. Maybe Katniss is just shady and deflects onto others 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️.

Also the fact that she gives this like ... mean description of Delly but saw Peeta as popular, even though surely Delly and Peeta spent time at school together, implies further that Katniss did indeed harbor a secret crush on Peeta even before the reaping. A very mild comparison of his on her though, of course 😅😅😅

“It must be the hair” “something about the eyes too” their piggybacking on the other’s comments really is just chiefs kiss 😘🤗🥰🤧 FYI I know the saying is chefs kiss but I made the typo once a long time ago and decided to add it forever to my brand 🤗🙃🥳

Also though this Everlark interaction is reminiscent of when two kids get caught by their teacher goofing off in class and covering for each other 🥰 only it’s a lot more deadly stakes

“A few of the other couples make a nice impression, but none of them can hold a candle to us.” She’s so modest 🤧🤧🤧 her narration here and during the Tribute Parade just has the vibes of ... well .... sorry in advance

Haymitch’s comment “Just the perfect touch of rebellion. Very nice” leads me to think he and Cinna and maybe Portia were always in cahoots about the rebellion even before Katniss and Peeta came along and well ... lit their match on fire 🥁🤗🤣🤭

Katniss is like “rebellion??? Rebellion where??? What’s that you old people speak of???” And yet, girlfriend goes out to the woods and hunts illegally every day of her life 🤣🤣🤣🤣.

“But when I remember the other couples, standing stiffly apart, never touching or acknowledging each other, as if their fellow tribute did not exist” too lazy too look it up but there’s a quote from Ballad about Lucy Gray and Jessup being distinguished by their visible friendship too that set them apart from the other tributes.

Either Suzanne thought of drawing a nice parallel showing what a failed Everlark attempt looks like, because I firmly stand by the fact that without their real feelings behind their act, even Katniss’ unconscious ones, they wouldn’t have pulled it off, or Suzzie just reused her own content. I prefer the former but I think it’s probably the latter 🤭🤭🤭

“Now go get some sleep while the grown-ups talk." I know Haymitch is being facetious here but this quote reminded me of the fact that the movies would have hit differently if they’d cast actual sixteen year olds in the roles.

“When we get to my door, he leans against the frame, not blocking my entrance exactly but insisting I pay attention to him.” This is such a flirty, high school boy pose, you cannot convince me otherwise 😭😭😭

Also I definitely feel like Peeta is getting more and more confident here because he’s oblivious to Katniss’ inner monologue as much as she is his actually we all are his sadly and he probably thinks she’s starting to like him 🤧🤧🤧

“So, Delly Cartwright. Imagine finding her lookalike here." 🤣 He honestly cracks me up idk why this line isn’t even special or that great. He’s just so ... subtly nosy / funny. Which brings me to that quote from Mockingjay where Katniss talks about his sense of humor because it’s one of the things she loves most about him 😭😭😭

But he’s like, “I can keep a secret, Katniss, tell me who that tongueless chick is to you 😬”

Katniss stop talking about debts, friends cover for the other all the time 🙄🙄 I know it’s in her character stop yelling at a fish for swimming that’s not a real phrase I know that too

Okay first of all, they’re about to share a secret 🥰🥰🥰🥰. My shipper goggles are on tight and obstructing my vision. I know this and am proud 😬🥳🤗

And secondly, “Maybe sharing a confidence will actually make him believe I see him as a friend.” Hey, butthead, you two are already friends. She doesn’t even recognize that the girl who constantly sits with her, talks to her, eats with her and trades with her is her friend either though, I’m shocked she calls Gale her friend

Does Peeta get to know Cinna too? I don’t think so but it’s mentioned now a couple times in this chapter alone that Peeta has interacted with Cinna. Katniss never interacts or has a conversation with Portia.... then again, is that even surprising? Katniss isn’t ... what you would call ... social. Hashtag relatable.

Awww, they’re communicating so effectively together 🥰😭🤧🥳

Also rooftops belong to Everlark only 😍😊😉 I mean, seriously, Katniss never goes up on a rooftop with anyone else. Besides Haymitch in the first movie but we ignore.

“Electricity in District 12 comes and goes, usually we only have it a few hours a day.” Earlier she said the Seam didn’t often have electricity, in particular, so either she’s not specifying her section of the district anymore or Suzanne is backtracking.

“But here there would be no shortage. Ever.” I’ve had two power outages recently so clearly the Capitol isn’t based on us currently today then 😐😐 I’m just joking ok

“I asked Cinna why they let us up here. Weren't they worried that some of the tributes might decide to jump right over the side?” .... boyfriend, where does your mind go sometimes? Peeta’s darker than we realize, y’all 🤭🤭🙃🙃

“He holds out his hand into seemingly empty space. There's a sharp zap and he jerks it back” between this and Catching Fire, Peeta is addicted to getting shocked by forcefields 🤧🤧🤧

“I wonder if we're supposed to be up here now, so late and alone.” If this was a romantic drama or comedy, that line would have meant something a lot more fun 😒😔😬😉😏

“On the other side of the dome, they've built a garden with flower beds and potted trees.” Is this meant to resemble Snow’s grandmother’s garden???? Like he had them put a garden there to like ... put a piece of his Grandma’am in the games? Idk this made zero sense it was a stupid thought

Two people in a garden at night, with wind chimes, sounds romantic in any other context. 🥺🥺

Ummm does everyone in the entire district know Katniss and her father used to hunt together?

Oh nevermind, Lavinia is not from District Twelve. My bad, guys. I should go up and edit my previous thoughts but that’s a lot of work. 😅😅😅

Katniss, stop being so hard on yourself. You and Gale were kids. 😣😣

Ummm, Katniss for a girl always complimenting Peeta’s storyteller, you’re pretty good at painting a picture yourself...

Peeta noticing she’s shivering 🥰🥺

He gives her ... his jacket 😭😭😭😭 such a romantic troupe Samantha, get over it there’s literally children dying

Oh wow, Lavinia was from the Capitol originally. Hmm, it is sus now that she got District Twelve this particular year.

But also 🤧🤧🤧 “he secures a button at my neck.”

His hands .... are .... often .... at her .... neck .... 😶😬 .... look away, y’all

Oh wow, Katniss is over here thinking, “who’d leave the Capitol if they were from here???” And Peeta’s like instantly, loudly, without hesitating, “well I would 🙋🏼‍♂️”

Hot take, y’all ready? Peeta was a bigger rebel than Katniss from the start. At least internally.

Awww, Peeta is so jealous 😭😭😭😭 and kind of nosy 🤭🤭🤭

Katniss : “me and Gale are not related” Peeta : “😬🙃😭😩😶”

“I'd set out to tell her I was sorry about dinner. [...] my apology runs much deeper. [...] I let the Capitol kill the boy and mutilate her without lifting a finger. Just like I was watching the Games.” I feel like this is actually a good comparison though, because of you grew up in a society where you have to watch kids die, your whole entire life you’ve watched it in a glorified television show, you would be really desensitized to it...

“You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope.” Here she’s talking about Lavinia but it applies to Peeta too. Katniss was Lavinia’s last hope and she feels like she let her down but Peeta was her last hope once and he came through. And, as she said in chapter one, she’ll never forget him for it. And for other things too. Later on. 😏

Of course my last bullet point was focused on Everlark 🤣 is anyone surprised you shouldn’t be we all knew who this post was written by right? 😅

And once again, if too made through this marathon, congratulations 🥳🥳🥳🥳 maybe next chapter I’ll talk less not likely though so don’t count on it 😅

#thgagain #not even gonna reread this so it’s for sure littered with typos 🥳🥰😅🤭😬🙃😭🤗😏😶

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The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn is to Love (A.I)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin X fem!Reader

Request: Yes!

Summary: Ashton is trying to propose, but fate’s not putting it easily

Warnings: Smut, oral (female recieving) unprotected sex in a stablished relationship (wrap it before you tap it, please) Language, maybe a few grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 5.3 k

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely Lizza @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof 💕 is my very fisrt attempt to smut writting (I literally have no experience with this) so please be kind. Reblogs, comments and feedback are always welcomed and encouraged so please, I would love to know your opinion 😊 You can find the rest of my work HERE. Hope you like it and Happy reading ✨🦋

@iknowyouthinkimbulletproof : hi, i hope i'm not bugging you (wow didn't know my social anxiety shows so much) , i wanted to ask if you could write some fluffy smut with ash or mikey. maybe they just got engaged or something. lots of love - lizza

Everything was going according to plan. At least that’s what Ashton thought 5 min into the date.

“What do you mean there is no reservation?” He asked the host, as calmly as he could.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Irwin. But I have no reservations under your name for tonight” Said the lady, trying to avoid any conflict “I do have one for the 24th but for the next month”

Ashton wanted to slap himself in the face. Did he really make the reservation and messed up the date?! Tonight, out of all nights, it had to be tonight. His mind was racing like the Lightning Mcqueen himself, trying to find any kind of solution for this inconvenience.He had to find a way to stick to the plan, even if the first step was already ruined.

“Is everything okay, Ash?” A voice snapped him out of his head.

Ashton looked at you and his eyes softened when he felt your delicate hand on his arm, he was thankful for this little comforting gesture you always do when you notice he was starting to get frustrated. He gave you a reassuring warm smile as he interlocks his fingers with yours.

“Yeah,” Ash said, thanking the host and guiding you out of the fancy restaurant onto the busy LA streets. “I'm just an idiot who can't tell June from July appart” He sighed.

Your mouth became a thin line as you tried to hold back the laughter. “Oh no, baby…” You said, barely holding in the giggles. Ashton rolled his eyes.

“Okay, let it out” He said as you burst out laughing in the middle of the sidewalk. Ashton briefly stops, but you kept on walking, allowing him to pull on your hand and make you turn around until your chest hit his “Well, now you´re just being mean” He pouted as you started giggling again.

“Aww I´m sorry, baby” You said pecking his lips “But that's what you get for always teasing me about not remembering dates”

“Yeah, I guess I deserve that” He sighed “You're not mad?”

“Why would I be?” You frowned confused.

Ashton looked at the floor, his hand still intertwined with yours as he played with your fingers. He didn’t try to hide his disappointment.

“Because! We’ve been waiting for this date for a while now and you spend a lot of time getting yourself all ready and gorgeous to go to that fancy restaurant and I just ruined by getting all wrong from the beginning and-“

“Ash!” You interrupted him, cupping his face in your hands and making him look at you “Nothing’s ruined and the date isn’t over! Maybe it was fate… think about it! I bet that restaurant didn’t even have fries and I’m seriously craving some right now” Ashton chucked “The important thing here is that I get to spend time with you, so as long as I do, I don’t care if it is in a five star restaurant with minuscule portions of overly priced food or in a McDonald’s parking lot”

Ashton looked at you and all he could see was how your eyes crinkled with your smile. He swears that if he were to die in the next 10 seconds then he would die a happy man, because your smile would be the last thing he’d see.

This was just a minor setback, he thought, just one piece of his plan that didn’t exactly stick to it, but he still had all night.

“I love you” He said, smiling as he brought his lips to yours.

“I love you too, baby” You responded, stepping back and tugging on his hand “But first, fries”

Ashton laughed, letting you guide the way to the closest fast food restaurant. And as he felt the weight of the small velvet box on his pocket, he knew that you were right, as long as he was with you, then everything would be okay. He only hopes the rest of the night goes according to plan.

In a matter of minutes, you and Ashton were sitting on the sidewalk in your fancy clothes eating fries and milkshakes, laughing and joking around without a single care in the world. Your head was resting on his shoulder as you both saw cars and people pass, trying to create narratives with complete strangers and laughing at the absurdity that came out of each other's mouths.

With every passing second, Ashton was even more sure about his decision. He was looking at you while you wondered aloud about the possibility of fate and he couldn't believe his luck. It seemed like yesterday where he got the nerve to ask you out on a date, palms sweaty as he blurted out the words, holding his breath until you smiled at him and said yes. He's hoping that tonight you would do the same.

Your words drift away in his head as he starts daydreaming about your future together. He can see you standing all in white in front of him, a house with a lot of rooms to let your friends crash whenever they needed to or to fill with toys for your children, oh he can't wait to start a family with you, knowing that that's what you want too, eventually, maybe in a few years. Or maybe not at all? You could´ve changed your mind and that would be alright by him, after all if he has you then that's all he needed. But maybe you don't want him anymore, maybe you changed your mind completely. What would you say then? Is he rushing this? You talked about this before, but you could still say no. Would you say no? You have all the right to do so. Oh God, is he ruining this by asking you? Would you break up with him? Wh-?

“Ashton?”

Your voice pulls him out of the trance, just like it did the first time he asked you on a date.

“Hmm?” He hums. His eyes find yours and it's easy to spot the worry in them, the anxiety of it all is consuming him, but he can't let it show.

“Where'd you go?” You chuckled, knowing he was in a different headspace.

“I'm right here” He said, sliding his thumb against your lip to clean a bit of ice cream that was left forgotten, pressing his lips against yours right after.

He knows he shouldn't overthink this instead of enjoying this moment with you. He loves you and he knows you love him, that's all that matters, that's all there is to care. You belong together and if fate wants it, then you´ll be together for all your lives and he wants nothing more. He couldn't be more grateful when he's holding you like that, kissing you like that. With you, he feels like home. You are like a dream come true.

He pulled away after a while, giving your forehead a little kiss and staying like that. You smiled.

“Not that I'm complaining,” You said, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes “But are you okay, baby? You seem… off”

Ashton just smiled and nodded “I´m good, love. Just thinking,”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Maybe later.” He chuckled, getting up from the sidewalk and offering his hand for you to the same “Now, are you ready for step two?”

“Ooh, there's more?” You teased, locking your fingers together as you walked side to side.

“I want you to have the best night of your life, dear” Ashton said, pulling you closer.

“I already do! Every night that I have you with me is the best night of my life” You leaned closer to whisper in his ear “Where I can have you all by myself,” You bit his earlobe quickly, wanting to tease him just enough.

“Careful, princess” Ashton warned in a low voice “Don't want to start something you don't intend to finish. We still have a long night ahead of us ”

“Oh, I'm counting on it”

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“Excuse me, what?!” Ashton asked the security guard of the gallery. The man just stood there and shook his head.

“I’m sorry son, but the exhibition is closed until next week for reparations”

“Oh no, no no no no no” Ashton murmured, tangling his fingers in his hair “fuck fuck fuck fuck”

He was thankful that you needed to go to the bathroom, that way you didn’t see him freak out in front of a complete stranger.

The security guard looked at Ashton like he was crazy.

“Are you okay, son?”

“No!” He said loudly, but quickly lowered his voice when he realized more people were staring “That exhibition belongs to one of my girlfriend’s favorite artists, they have this whole collection of couples in different stages in life and intimacy and she just loves it so much and I already plan on asking her to marry me but the restaurant didn’t have my reservation and now the gallery is closed and I’m fully panicking because I don’t know if she’s going to say yes now that I ruined again just because I didn’t ask before coming in here and-“

Ashton was interrupted when he felt two large hands grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him slightly.

“Calm the ef down, chief” Said the old man “You are going to have seizure if you keep rambling like that without taking a breath” Ashton closed his mouth and just stared at the man who still hasn’t let go of him “Look, you love this girl, don’t ya son?”

“More than anything”

“You wanna marry her?”

“Yes.”

“She loves you?”

“She does”

“Then why the hell are you so nervous?! If she loves you and wants to marry you then just ask her! Believe me, women don’t care about the flowers or the chocolates or all that bullshit. If you are the one for her and she’s the one for you then that’s all that truly has value” The man gave a small, kinda ‘wake the hell up’ slap to Ashton’s cheek that made him blink in disbelief “Now, don’t be an idiot, puff your chest and stop being a little scared puppy and go ask her!”

Ashton nodded, kinda weirded out by the whole interaction but still understanding everything that man said. He thanked the man for the pep talk and walked a little too fast over where you were standing.

You had just come out of the bathroom when you saw your boyfriend walking up to you. You noticed he was a little distressed once again.

“Hey, Ash. Everything okay?”

“Uhh, yes? No, yeah. What?” He mumbled, trying to wrap his head on what he should do next “Sorry, it just seems like the exhibition you wanted to see it’s closed for the week”

“Oh no,” You said in a little disappointed tone that Ashton was quick to catch up, cursing at himself for making you sad, even though it wasn’t exactly his fault “Eh okay, that’s fine. Maybe we can just hang out on the other exhibitions” You smiled.

“Babe, we’ve seen the other exhibitions like a million times already, don’t you think it’ll be a waste of time?” Ashton carefully asked.

“Of course not! I love them,” You exclaimed, tugging on his hand and already walking to an isle full of portraits “And besides, time’s never wasted when you’re in good company and I so happen to have the best one there is”

Ashton returned the smile and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to peck your cheek “I love you so darn much” he whispered in your ear “Why don’t we make this a game? You give me a list of things I have to find within the gallery, since we’ve been here before you need to make it clever so we don't end the game too soon, and I’ll do the same to you. Okay?”

Your eyes lighted up at the idea of a challenge. Both of you were very competitive and you knew this was going to be one of those times where it was all or nothing.

“What happens if I win?” You asked.

Ashton pulled you closer, his hand dangerously placed on your lower back, slowly traveling lower and lower, making you shiver under his touch “We can do whatever you want, baby” he whispered, leaving a burning kiss on the side of your ear.

“Mmh, whatever I want?”

“I’ll be at your mercy, my princess” He smirked.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss “Then let’s make sure I win, then”

You exchanged phones and opened the notes app. The goal was to find ten items, it could be people hiding in one of the pictures or portraits, sculptures or random pieces of art scattered around the gallery. To prove you have them all you had to take a picture next to it or of it. Once you finished writing the list on each other’s phones, you started your search.

You walked alongside each other, hands laced together as you took in the different kinds of art the gallery offered, stopping from time to time when one of you spotted one item on the list, making one of you take the picture while the other rejoiced in victory.

“Hold up!” Ashton said as you passed in front of a peculiar painting “If I remember correctly… yes!” He celebrated quietly “There’s the duck with a bow tie! That means I win”

“This isn’t fair!” You whined after taking Ashton’s picture next to the stupid duck. He had a smug smile on his face as he held two thumbs up to the camera “I can’t find the last item! You cheated!”

“Aww” Cooed Ashton “Someone’s being a sore loser”

“Am not!”

“That’s alright babe, you can win another time” Ashton chucked “What’s the last item?”

“The lady with the diamond ring” You groaned, rolling your eyes “It’s so stupid! I’ve been here before like a thousand times and I’ve never seen a painting or anything like it with a lady with a diamond ring. Diamond tiara yes, but ring?” You scoffed, clearly frustrated “Are you sure there’s a lady like that here?”

“Well…” Ashton started, but he was soon cut off by a loud, annoying sound.

Soon enough, droplets of water started falling down the roof. The sprinkles had been turned on, meaning there was a fire inside the gallery.

You looked at Ashton with fear in your eyes, the same fear you saw reflected in his hazel gaze. He grabbed your hand, ready to sprint out of there in a second when someone started yelling.

“Sorry! False alarm! I fell and pressed the button sorry! There’s no fire!” A masculine voice echoed through the isles.

Ashton was livid, once again his proposal suffered a step back. How could everything get so messed up? He had everything planned and yet none of that worked. He was always used to having at least some sense of control over things but now he just felt completely helpless. Everything was wrong, everything was-

“Pfft”

He snapped his face towards you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he saw you place a hand to your mouth, cheeks turning red from trying to stifle your laughter. But as soon as your eyes met his, you lost it completely.

Your laughter burst through the halls, crackling at the situation “You-,” You said through a fit of giggles and snorts “Your face! You-“ You gasped for air, trying to gain some composure but failing miserably “I- we’re soaked! Look!”

Ashton gaze followed to where your finger was pointing, finally stopping at a mirrored window in front of you. The image of both of your fancy outfits completely drenched, humid strands of hair falling on your faces and your make-up completely ruined except for the waterproof eyeliner was truly a sight to behold.

Ashton’s eyes were concentrated on your reflection the entire time. Even soaking wet you were the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen, your laughter filling his ears as a muse’s melody. He couldn’t wait to hear it every single day of his life.

He joined you soon enough, his giggles resonating along yours, finally accepting how ridiculous this situation was. That’s something you love about him, his laugh. You’d never get tired of it. It was so sincere and pure, you don’t know how’d you spend so much time without that laugh in your life.

He was truly the love of your life. You knew, as soon as you saw him, that you were done for. You remember waiting patiently for him to ask you on a date, almost giving up and asking him yourself when he blurted out the words one day, thankfully. You are so in love with him it hurts, and to know that the feeling is mutual is just… the greatest thing that could ever happen to you.

You pressed your lips against his, both of you smiling into the kiss as your hands played with the back of his neck, training the lines of the condor tattoo. His hands quickly found their way to your waist, rounding it as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around the soaked marble floor.

Ashton broke the kiss when he put you down once again “Wanna get out of here?” He asked, smiling.

You nodded as you let him guide you outside the building.

The cold air of the city made you shiver as soon as you stepped foot on the streets, Ashton quickly gave you his jacket, which was a sweet gesture even though it made no difference since it was soaked as well.

“Let’s head back home” He said, placing an arm around your shoulders.

“Thought you had a whole night planned?” You asked, not wanting to discourage him.

“Yeah.. but that already went to the dogs. We can’t go anywhere in this state” He chuckled, making you laugh as well “And besides, someone once told me that the most important thing is that we get to spend time together. So as long as we do that, every plan is a great plan, don’t you think?”

You hummed softly “Must be a very wise person”

“Very much so. And beautiful. And funny. And hot as hell…”

“Wow, really?” You asked sarcastically.

“Extremely”

“I must meet them someday”

Ashton laughed and pulled you closer to him. Never wanting to let you go.

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The drive home was peacefully quiet, both of you content with each other’s company, the radio filled in the silence and the traffic lights gave the atmosphere an ethereal feeling. You knew this was one of the moments where words were unnecessary, one of those moments to put away in a little box and opening it for a rainy day. It was a moment of love and peace. A true treasure.

Once you are home, you open the door as soon as Ashton stops the car, expressing your dire need of a hot shower “Can I join?” Asked Ashton as he took the key out of the engine tab.

“Always” You winked at him.

He chucked, making the car keys fall from his grip “Aw shit, go ahead love. The keys are in the pocket of my jacket”

Ashton heard you mutter an okay as he bent down to grab the car keys from the floor. Realizing a moment too late that there was something else in his pocket that night.

“Ashton…”

Oh shit.

“A-Ash, wha-“ you stuttered, holding a little blue velvet box in your hand.

He rushed to you, quickly grabbing the object from your hands “Oh shit, uuh” he gulped, starting to panic “I-I, fuck. I didn’t- Oh fuck it”

In a matter of seconds, Ashton fell on one knee. He grabbed your hand delicately as he looked into your eyes. He took a deep breath and gained the courage he was trying to master since the beginning of the evening.

“I honestly didn’t expect to do this on the porch of our house. I had everything planned. The fancy dinner, the gallery, countless other romantic activities we could’ve done tonight… as you can see nothing went as planned. I tried so hard to find the perfect moment to say this, but there isn’t such a thing. There isn’t because I know that every moment that I get to spend with you is the perfect moment.

Y/N, I love you. I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you, and I haven’t stopped since. I find myself falling harder for you everytime you smile or you laugh, god I would give anything to make you laugh every single day of my life. You are the smartest person I know and I love hearing you talk about the topics that make you happy, wishing I could be one of them. Y/N you are… kind, you are funny, you are the most patient and resilient person I’ve ever known. Baby, you are my everything and I don’t know… I don’t want to know what I’d do without you.

I want you with me, always and forever. I want to be yours in more ways than one. I want to cherish you and be able to call you my wife, my love, my world. Everything I have, everything I am is yours. You make me a better person and you just make me the happiest man on earth just by staying by your side.

I’m yours, Y/N. In every possible way. Will you be mine? Will you-“

“Yes.” You said breathlessly through the tears.

“Yes?”

“Yes! Ashton, yes! A million times, yes”

You pulled him up from the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him like your life depended on it.

Ashton cupped your face in his hands and deepened the kiss, parting your lips as you both melted to one another.

“I love you” he said, breaking the kiss to slide the ring onto your finger.

“I love you more”

He chuckled “Not possible”

You barely make it through the door before you are kissing him again, not being able to stand even a few more seconds without being close to him. Your heart is beating faster than ever, almost bursting out of your chest as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling it slightly in a desperate need to have him even closer.

“Fuck, baby” Ashton groans, cupping your ass and squeezing it as you jump and wrap your legs around his waist “You don’t know what you do to me” he said planting kisses all over your jaw, marking up a trail down your neck.

You moaned as you felt his lips sucking your sweet spot. Ashton had you pressed against the wall, his mouth clashing with yours, feeling every inch of your bodies as you battled for dominance. You let one of your hands fall and travel to where your lower halves meet, palming his growing erection and earning a low moan from him. With your other hand, you tug on his hair and whispered in his ear “Show me”

In an instant, Ashton dropped you to the floor and picked you up bridal style, making your way to your shared bedroom. He gently put you down on the bed and kneeled down in front of you.

He slowly started to undo the straps on your shoes, kissing your legs from your ankles to your knees in an agonizing pace before moving to the other one.

“So beautiful..” He said, sliding his hands up your body, removing your clothes in the process.

“Ash..” you whined. Pulling him by the collar of his shirt and disregarding it completely, bringing your lips together. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his fingers brush through your sides, leaving a burning trail of goosebumps wherever he touched.

“Where’d you want me, baby?” He said, kissing down your body, leaving marks wherever he could, stopping just right above your hip bone. You shivered when his fingers traced along your panties, adding pressure where you needed him most “You’re so wet, my love” He whispered as he hooked his thumbs on the side of them and pulled them off completely. His fingers running up and down your folds collecting your wetness and using them as lube “All of this for me?”

“Yes” You breathe heavily, moaning as you feel one of his fingers slip inside you.

“What was that, Princess?” He teased, kissing the inside of your thighs.

“All for you, Ash. All for-“ You moaned as he inserted another finger inside your hole, setting a pace that already made you see starts “Ash… please” you begged.

“Please what, Princess?”

“I need you”

Ashton presses his lips to your clit, kissing and sucking it as his fingers curled up inside you. Your hand made its way to his hair, fingers locking with his curls as you tugged on them, holding him in place.

You let out a pornographic moan when his fingers brush your g spot, bucking your hips when you felt that tight knot in your stomach, but Ashton put his arm above your hips and held you down. You whispered as you felt him groan against your sex, sending vibration all over your body.

“You’re close, aren’t ya?” Ashton said as he quickened the pace of his fingers “I can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby. C’mon, let go. Let me hear you, baby” He attached his lips to your clit once again, sucking it hard as your orgasm hit you, moaning his name as you came down from your high.

Ashton kneeled down on the bed, bringing his fingers to his mouth “Mmh” he moaned as he tasted your juices “Baby, you’re exquisite”

You quickly sat up as well, smacking your lips against his. Humming into the kiss as your hands started to unbuckle his pants and lowered them down just enough to palm him through his boxers, already feeling the precum leak through the thin fabric. Ashton let out a low moan at your touch, dropping his hand to stop yours.

“But-“

“Later, Princess” He said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it softly “I need to be inside you”

And with that, he pressed his arm around your waist and flipped you over so you were on top of him. You quickly caught his idea as you started tugging down his pants and boxers, taking them off completely,

“You don’t know how many times I imagined this” Ashton hissed when you speed your legs to each side of his hips, starting to grin on his cock with your bare sex, coating it with your wetness and moaning with delight “You riding me wearing this” He said, grabbing your left hand and kissing your new ring “And only this”

Your eyes were fixed on him as you stroke his cock and lined it up with your entrance “And how was it?” You asked in a teasing tone.

He smirked “Just like this” Ashton said, grabbing you by each side of your hips and slowly entering you until he bottomed down “Fucking fantastic”

You moaned at the stretch, loving how every inch of him filled you up and made you feel whole. Ashton groaned when he felt your walls clench around his cock, letting you adjust to him before you started to move and setting up a pace.

You started rocking on him, lifting your hips up and down his length as your hands flew to his chest for leverage, nails digging on his skin and leaving marks for you to trace later, a faint memory of the night that Ashton would treasure forever. Your moans grew louder and louder as you started going faster, Ashton’s name became a mantra to your lips as you started chasing your own pleasure.

Ashton grunted and moaned praises to you, stretching his hands so he could cup your breasts in each one “So fucking right, princess” he said, squeezing your boobs while his thumbs brushed your nipples “So. Fucking. Good. And all mine”

You moaned loudly at his actions. The feeling of him suddenly becoming too much as he lets go of your breast and grabs you by the hips once more, meeting your thrust and fucking you harder.

“Say you’re mine” He moaned, digging his fingers into your skin, applying a pressure that will leave bruises later on.

“Ah- a I’m yours! I’m yours” You said between your panting and your moans. Letting your upper half fall onto him, placing your arms at each side of his face as you let him take control.

“Yeah, baby... Fuck” He groaned in your ear as he speed up the pace, feeling his release approach with yours “You’re mine. My wife. My princess. My everything.. Fuck”

“Ashton…” You whined.

“Come baby, come on my cock. C’mon, I’m right behind you” Ashton said, bringing his lips to yours for a messy kiss, sticking your moans as you came all over his cock.

You felt dizzy as Ashton fucked you through your orgasm, your whole body trembling against him as he chased his own release. Ashton’s body tensed, his thrusts became sloppier as your walls clench around him, making his cock twitch inside you and filling you with his cum.

You both sighed heavily, content in your own pleasure as you slowly started making out again. Soft kisses and touches mixed with reassuring words of love filled the room as your post orgasmic daze faded away. Ashton carefully pulled out of you and made his way to the bathroom, bringing with him a small wet cloth to clean you up, peppering kisses all over your body as he did so.

Once he was done he laid in bed next to you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your forehead.

“You make me the happiest man on the planet” He whispered, not wanting to break the comfortable silence between the two of you “Fuck, baby. I’m so glad you said yes”

“Was there another option?” You chuckled “Did you really think I would’ve said no?”

“To be honest, I was a little worried you might” He laughed “It seems stupid now but I was so pissed earlier, I wanted to propose on the restaurant but then I messed up, then I thought that the gallery would’ve been a better option anyways and it ended up beign-“

“One of the best dates of my life?” You interrupted him. Ashton looked at you confused “I had fun today, Ash. I had a great time just being with you and having our own little chaos. And even if you decided to proposed at that McDonald’s I would’ve said yes regardless” You said, placing a small kiss to his lips “Though I’m still pissed about the game”

Ashton raised his eyebrows “Oh! That reminds me,” He got out of bed and started looking through the clothes that were laying on the floor for his cellphone. Once he found it he came back up and took a picture of your hand with the engagement ring, turning to you with a shit eating grin “I win”

“What?”

“I found the lady with the diamond ring!” He said excitedly. You slapped him in the chest “Ouch!”

“So you did cheat!”

“In my defense I was going to propose right there and there” Ashton said in as a matter of fact way “I was trying to be romantic”

You rolled your eyes and curled up to him, placing a soft kiss to his chest. His arms wrapped around you and traveled along your back, caressing it softly as you drifted to sleep.

“Y/N?” He whispered after a while.

You hummed “Yes?”

“I can’t wait to marry you”

You smiled into his embrace “I can’t wait to marry you, either”

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garbinge · 2 years

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hiii. another update for you all.

so I had all the intention to get back to writing already but lately, my job has been way worse than normal and mentally every day I’m just so shot. These past two weeks especially have just been one thing after another. Besides a really toxic work environment, my dad got into a car accident yesterday, (luckily he’s okay!!) We’re having issues with our neighbor and then just a lot of really discouraging things happened at work. Overall putting it all down in words feels underwhelming but honestly, I can just feel myself really depressed everyday. I have some things coming up to look forward to with my husband (!!!! just got married btw one of the amazing things keeping me together at this point) and I’m hoping that along with some job searching and time with family we have planned will put me back in a good headspace. I have a LOT planned for my published WIPs and many other stories I would love to share with y’all, so bare with me♥️ I’ll be back to updating, I promise! ♥️

#personal #garbinge

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kewltie · 3 years

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Hi! I just wanted to say I love your works so much!!!! You’re the writer that really got me into bakudeku and all of your fics are so beautifully written and mean so much to me!!!! I can’t wait to see what you write next, and I know it’ll be amazing!!! I love the way you right bakudeku best and I always find myself comparing other works to yours and I’ve found your version of them is one of the very few that I genuinely enjoy and I just want to thank you for that. I love how you have them have a messy, complex relationship where neither know how to let the other go and it’s perfect, I adore it so much!!!!!! The step-bro au is my favorite (mainly because I’m obsessed with shoujo manga, I’m currently rereading it again for the thousandth time) but all your bakudeku works and not fics are incredible and I absolutely adore the few little things of Tododeku you’ve sprinkled in so much as well!!!!!!!!!! I love your Izuku, someone who is kind and loving but also incredibly stubborn and absolutely refuses to give up or back down!!!! I’ll be honest you’ve definitely inspired me and your passion is part of the reason I’m now pursuing Creative Writing in college and helped me on the path I am now. I hope you’re doing well and that everything works out for you!!!!! I love and believe you and just want to thank you for everything!!!!!

hihihihi!!!

omfg sorry this took me so long to reply. i had an exam this afternoon so that was distracting and i wanted to have a proper sit down and give you all my attention. anyway, i remember when this heartfelt and amazing msg landed in my inbox and how it literally made my whole day yesterday even though i was stressed out with my upcoming exam LOL. i wanted to reply right away but i wanted to get a clear headspace for it.

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over the years i've become stricter with my bkdk preferences and their characterization and dynamic and that clearly show in my own fics and writing. i like it a certain ways: my bakugou is ornery and a bastard but he cares deeply for the things and ppl who matters to him in his clumsy and fiercely persistent ways and my izuku bleeds love and for others all over the place that it becomes detrimental to him but it's that selfless and kindness that can attract all sort of ppl and trouble, giving katsuki's constant headache and grievances LOL. and i dont expect everyone to ya know share my preferences but im glad it works out for you!!!! writing become a lot more enjoyable when you write what you like bc you end up loving it in the end and that's something i taken forward with every new projects i have :P lol.

in my youngers day, i used to think about pursuing creative writing as a major but now i do it as a hobby and it's not ny bestsellers career lol but i enjoy it nonetheless bc i can do whatever i want in my own time and at my own pace so if i want to write that 100th version of omega!izuku getting married off to foreign land who to say i cant do it??? LOL but that's my own self actualization journey with writing. it's something i want to do to pass my time and for fun. but i truly admired the fact that you're pursuing a career out of it. it's something you know it's important to you and you love and value so much that you want it to make it your life work and that's really cool :D. i wish you all the best luck and wherever you're going to go with it, it'll be great and you'll do amazing! thank you again, this msg been such an wonderful thing to opened my day to and i think about it all day. i truly appreciate you taking your time out and dropping by!!!! <33

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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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love sick

Chapter 6- Renjun

pairing: nct dream ‘00 line + reader

genre/warnings: angst, mild gore (i literally mention the word blood once)

words: 2.4k

summary: If Renjun were in the right headspace, he would know that something is off.

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It’s not like Renjun expects you to suddenly start acting like you’re attached at the hip, but he’s not really prepared for you to start actively avoiding him. He would prefer something in the middle if he’s being honest. Somewhere along the lines of ‘you poured me coffee and now to show my appreciation I will kiss your cheek.’

You’re at the counter pouring yourself a glass of water when Renjun walks up, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He goes to place a kiss to the top of your head but you jump and his nose explodes with pain. Renjun lets go of you and you successfully duck away from him.

“Ow, fuck. You’ve got a really hard head.” Renjun winces and holds his nose, thanking the heavens above that it isn’t bleeding.

“Don’t sneak up on me.” Is all you say, glancing at him before opening the refrigerator and grabbing a cup of jello. Weird. Normally you’d be exploding with apologies.

Renjun furrows his eyebrows. “Aww, is someone a little scared?” He teases, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You swat his hand away.

“Can you not?” You sound pissed off, and you certainly look angry. Your response has him a little taken aback and Renjun retracts his hand, looking at you more carefully.

You’re glaring at him and your jaw is clenched, but you also look a little bit shaky. “Are you okay?”

“Why do you care?” You scoff, turning and walking away from him. Renjun watches you go, his jaw dropped open in disbelief. He’s still standing like that when Donghyuck walks in.

He’s so out of it that he doesn’t even notice him, only being alerted of the other boys presence when Donghyuck walks up and screams in his ear. Renjun jumps, arms flailing as he instinctively tries to put Hyuck in a headlock. The younger just laughs, dancing away from him.

“Ah, Renjun,” Donghyuck shakes his head, tsking under his breath. “Gotta be alert, my man. Never know when someone’s gonna come up and getcha.”

Renjun laughs, still distracted by your odd behavior. “Yeah, sorry. I’m a little out of it.” Donghyuck picks up the kettle and shakes it, checking to see if there’s still water in it. There is. Satisfied, he puts it back on the stove. “Thinkin’ bout y/n?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yeah, actually.” Renjun laughs humorlessly. “How’d you know?” “I think it’s pretty fair to assume that she’s the cause of most of our distractions.” Hyuck responds, rummaging through the cabinet for the tea bags. He holds the box up. “Want a cup?” Donghyuck’s comment catches him off guard. “No, I’m okay. What do you mean she’s the cause of out distractions?” “Oh come on, I think you know what I mean.” Donghyuck wiggles his eyebrows once again and Renjun gets the urge to shave them off. He stares blankly in response. “Or maybe you don’t. What’d she do to capture the mind of the genius himself?” Renjun lets out a dramatic sigh. “I dunno, she just seems kind of off. Like she was in a super bad mood earlier.” Donghyuck starts to make his mug selection. “Oh, yeah. She was crying yesterday, so she’s probably still recovering from whatever had her so upset.” “She was crying yesterday? When?” “Man, I don’t know. Around when Jaemin made dinner?” Renjun’s mind mind goes into overdrive. That’s after they had their moment in the greenhouse. Shit. Was she crying because of him?

Renjun nods. “Huh. Shit.” “Why? Did you- oh fuck, I forgot to turn the stove on, damnit- did you do something?” Donghyuck asks.

“I don’t think so. I’m just wondering if she’s okay.” Donghyuck makes a sound of understanding. “I’m gonna go try to talk to her.” Renjun’s mind is running a million miles a second as he walks to your room, trying to work out what to say. Did you really regret hooking up with him that much? He didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, right? He knocks lightly on your door, deciding to just walk in when you don’t respond.

You turn, wide eyes hardening into a glare when you realize who it is. “You know that you’re supposed to wait after you knock.” “Yeah, sorry. Can I come in?” Renjun’s nerves take over and he laughs a little. You don’t.

“What do you want?” His laughter dies and he clears his throat, your icy tone leaving him with a bad feeling in his stomach.

“Well, you seem kind of off so I just wanted to check in and see if you’re okay?” Renjun says, hovering unsurely in your doorway.

You roll your eyes, turning your focus to your nails. “You asked me that earlier and I said I was fine.” Renjun’s starting to get a little annoyed now. He feels his eye twitch and he wills himself to stay calm. “No, you asked me why I cared and then stormed off.”

“So why do you care?” You raise your eyebrow and Renjun swears if he sees another person raise their eyebrows at him they’re going to lose them.

“Well, I just thought that after all that time in the greenhouse that we-” You cut him off. “That we what? That we’re married now?” You laugh incredulously. “I met you what, a month ago? Two? We barely know each other, Renjun. I don’t need you watching over me like you care.” The words hit Renjun like a punch to the gut and he opens his mouth to argue before realizing that he has nothing to say. Poking his tongue into his cheek and nodding, he silently backs out of your room. He can’t even bring himself to slam your door.

He feels like crying, anger and frustration clawing at him. What do you mean you barely know him? Sure, you haven’t known each other for very long, but what about all the late nights you spent talking? All those times you sat in the greenhouse with him, reminiscing over childhood memories? It’s stupid, it’s so stupid that he’s letting himself get this worked up over it, but he can’t help it. Renjun debates going down to talk to Donghyuck about it, but he decides against it. It already sounds dumb to him, no doubt it’s going to sound even dumber to his best friend. He’s really not in the mood to be teased. Not knowing what else to do, Renjun turns and makes his way to the place that has recently become his safespace: the greenhouse.

Renjun runs his hand through his hair much too roughly as he storms towards the greenhouse, cursing at himself. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and grits his jaw, trying to relax himself as he enters the building.

He’s stuck in his own head, overanalyzing everything he’s said, everything hes done over the past day. Why can’t he think of what he did wrong?

It isn’t until he steps fully into the greenhouse that he realizes he’s not alone.

There’s a man kneeling in the dirt, pulling at one of the plants. Renjun watches as the guy inspects the plant, holding it in front of his face with his head tilted.

It’s not too late. Renjun hasn’t been noticed. He takes a step back. There’s a crunch.

The guys head snaps towards him.

He expects the guy to immediately launch himself at Renjun, rip his face off, tear him apart. But the man only looks at him, standing from his crouching position.

“Hello there.”

Zombies can’t talk, right?

“H-hello.” Renjun’s voice is shaky, barely audible. He wants to cry.

“Is this yours?” Renjun nods. “I’m sorry for the bother, but I was just so hungry”

If Renjun were in the right headspace, he would know that something is off. The guy’s too twitchy, hands shaking as he smiles much too intensely at Renjun. His eyes are a little bloodshot, and Renjun’s stomach twists as he realizes that his eyes are looking in two completely different directions.

“So, so hungry.” The eyes are completely vacant.

Slowly, he starts to back away. The guy doesn’t seem to notice. Anxiety wells up as he gets to the door. swallowing thickly as he turns the handle. He’s finding it hard to breathe, keeping his eyes locked on the guy as he slowly opens the door. Nothing happens. He gets one foot out. The man doesn’t move. He opens the door wider.

The door creaks.

Clarity returns to the man’s eyes strikingly fast, and then he’s moving towards Renjun at full speed. Renjun watches in horror for a second too long, his body finally listening to his brain as he flees.

The door to the house is so close and yet it looks impossibly far. Renjun isn’t thinking logistics- he’s not thinking about how his friends are all in that house, how he’s leading a potential zombie to them. He’s just thinking that the house is safe, and right now he’s in the attack zone.

He risks a glance behind him as he gets to the door, and the man is right behind him, so close that he could grab Renjun with a reach of his arm. Renjun screams and launches himself up the three steps, his hand closing around the door handle. The stairs seem to be his saving grace, tripping the guy and sending him crashing to the ground. A hand closes around his ankle but Renjun manages to tear himself free, pulling the door open before slamming it shut behind him.

He collapses with his back against the door for a moment, panting, his life still flashing behind his eyes as he swallows down his vomit. It’s the feeling of the door rattling as the man throws himself against it that snaps Renjun into action.

“Fuck. Fuck! Y/N, Hyuck, fuckin- we have to leave right the fuck now!” He clicks the lock and scrambles to his feet, running through the house. “Jeno, Jaemin? Where are you, we need to fucking leave!”

The three boys are all in the kitchen, and Renjun would comment on the tension in the room if he wasn’t in such a frantic mode. Jaemin’s the only one sitting and he turns to look at the Renjun when he walks in. “What? Why?”

“Zombies, why the fuck else? Get y/n, get the keys, we need to go.” Jeno is already running off, screaming at the top of his lungs for you, and you appear a moment later looking dazed. Your eyes are puffy and you look absolutely murderous, but that look is replaced with fear as you take in their states.

You don’t question it as Renjun tells you you have to fucking go, just grabbing the sneakers by the door and nodding. Jaemin’s got the key in his hand and Renjun counts down to three before you open the door, sprinting out to the car as fast as you can.

The car beeps as Jaemin unlocks it and they all pile in as fast as possible. The doors are locked, the engine is started, and then they’re off. The tires squeal as they peel out of the driveway, breathing hard.

In their minds, they’re driving away from the threat, not towards it. Jaemin nearly crashes the car when something hits the windshield, yelling out a “oh, fuck no” when he realizes that it is 1) a person and 2) said person is slamming themself against the glass.

Jaemin swerves violently as he tries to throw the guy off, hitting a curb and nearly tipping the car onto its side. You’re screaming at the top of your lungs, one hand gripping onto Renjun, the other grabbing onto Donghyuck.

“Get him off!” Jeno screams, pushing his seat back as far as it goes as the zombie tries to break through the area right in front of him.

“I’m fucking trying!” Jaemin screams back, jerking the wheel violently to one side to get them off the sidewalk and onto the rode. He pulls a terrifying combination of stomping on the gas while jerking the wheel to one side, sharply turning the car and flinging the zombie onto the street in front of him.

The guy gets back up and Jaemin hits him full speed. Blood splatters on the window. You sob.

It’s followed by dead silence, all of you processing what just happened. Your face is buried in Renjun’s shoulder. Numbly, he pats your head.

Donghyuck breaks the silence. “Okay, I want to make it clear to god that I wasn’t joking when I said I never wanted that to happen against.”

That gets a weak laugh out of Jaemin and Jeno. “Guess that confirms that you’re not God’s favorite.” Jeno jokes.

“Like we didn’t already know that.” Jaemin scoffs. Hyuck sniffs in mock hurt.

You don’t respond, but you do pull your head away from Renjun’s shoulder and let go of his wrist. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, watching as tears stream silently down your cheeks, your hands wringing nervously in your lap.

“At least we were prepared.” Jeno points out, referring to the pile of emergency foods you’d stashed in the trunk just in case. There are also guns in there, courtesy your father, though he has no fucking idea how those would come in handy. They’re more there for the allusion of safety.

Jaemin and Jeno bicker while the radio provides them with static, Jeno eventually giving up on finding a working channel and shutting it off. Donghyuck grabs onto you and shoves his face into the crook of your neck before falling asleep. You sit stiffly in your seat, staring blankly at your hands.

Renjun scratches absentmindedly at his ankle, frowning at the persistent itchiness. There must’ve been spiders in that greenhouse.

No, not a spider. The conversation in the background fades out as his ears start ringing, heart pounding in his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, praying under his breath. Slowly, carefully, he rolls back up his pant leg. Another deep breath. Renjun opens his eyes

The veins are black.

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backtothestart02 · 4 years

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Mixed Drink - 17/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Wow, it’s been centuries since I’ve updated this one. Had to do lots of prep work to get back into the headspace of this story, but I think I succeeded! Enjoy!

Commissioned by @andromidagalaxie

Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Chapter 17 -

He’d been right. They’d been shy of just half an hour when they returned to the hotel. And with a 15-minute drive to his workstation on the other side of town, they really had no time to lose.

Iris forced a smile, looking up at him, trying not to cry. He was trying not to cry too.

“Is it ridiculous that I’m holding back tears when we haven’t even known each other that long?” He asked.

Iris draped her arms over his shoulders.

“We’ve known each other long enough to love each other. That’s long enough to cry, I think.”

The tears welled in his eyes, same as in hers.

“Iris…I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again. I’ll come as soon as I can, but-”

She reached up on her tip toes and pulled him down to her, kissing him soundly.

“Shh.” She kissed him again. “I know.”

She pressed her forehead to his, and he leaned into her. They swayed gently, almost dancing, until they had to go outside and part. It was excruciating for both of them, but especially for Barry. He held onto her fingers until the very last minute when they were forced to go their separate ways.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said, and then turned around and left before she could jump back into his arms.

Barry watched her until she disappeared from sight, and then with no time left to lose, he jogged across the street to where his limo was parked and gave instructions on where to go.

The partition down between him and his limo driver, Barry practically feel the tension rising from the front seat. For whatever reason, his driver was eager but too wary to speak.

“If you’ve got something to say, Tom, then say it.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t mean to be bothersome, but is it me or do you seem particularly…”

“What?”

“Glum…right now?”

“Glum?” Barry almost snorted. “Interesting word choice.”

“I just mean-”

“No, I know what you mean.” He waved it off. “I’m in love.”

Tom caught his gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Truly, sir?”

“I know.” He laughed. “I hardly believe it myself, but I…I asked her to marry me,” he said, somewhat sheepishly.

Barry stopped Tom before he could interject.

“It was foolish, I know. We haven’t even known each other that long. But I…” He looked out the window, images of their time together flitting before his eyes. “I know it in my soul. I love her.”

“Well.” Tom’s lips twitched in a smile. “I hope you’ll invite me to the wedding.”

Barry laughed. “If there is one.”

He frowned. “But you just said-”

“She didn’t give me her answer,” Barry said. “And rightly so. It hasn’t been long, and I didn’t even have a diamond on me. But I got the impression one day she’d say yes, and that’s good enough for me.”

“Does she…know, sir?”

A heavy silence descended in the space between them.

“No, and she’s not going to.” He paused. “I know some people can manage it, but there’s to me than knowing I work for the government undercover as a spy. There’s…everything that came before that. If she knows that, she’ll never look at me the same way again.”

“I understand, sir.”

“I have her love. Even if I only have it because of the part of me she’s seen, I still have it. I’ll have to content myself with that.”

There was silence between them for the rest of the car ride. The heaviness lifted soon enough, but there was nothing more to say. Tom didn’t need to know the details of the mission, and Barry didn’t feel like delving back into his miserable past to vocalize just how and why Iris could never love him if she knew.

“We’re here, sir.”

The sound of Tom’s voice brought Barry out of his dark thoughts. He needed to put Iris out of his mind and focus on the mission at hand. That’s what he was there for, after all. As much as he wanted to spend the whole time with Iris, he had a job to do, and now he was going to do it.

“Thank you, Tom,” Barry said, climbing out of the car door just after his driver opened it for him. “You’ll keep what I said between us, right? The part about proposing and all that? I really don’t need-”

“Of course, sir. What happens in the limo, stays in the limo.”

Barry chuckled. “You’re a good man. Thank you again.”

Tom nodded and waved to the young man just before he crossed the street and walked into the inconspicuous large gray building after punching in the code that had been sent to him via encrypted text. Lucky for Barry, he was very good at decoding encryptions.

“Tenth floor, third door on the right…10th floor, third door on the right…10th floor, third door on the right…” Barry repeated the instructions he’d been given. To his surprise though, the third door on the right was already open and did not need the second code on the keypad in order to be opened.

He knocked lightly and stepped inside, just in time for a familiar face to spin around in an office chair on the other side of a long table.

“Felicity!”

She gnawed cheekily on the end of her pen before setting it down.

“The one and only.”

She stood up from her seat and rounded the table to give Barry a hug.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, smiling. “I thought this was supposed to be a solo mission.”

“And it is.”

He gave her a dubious look.

“I’m just here as back-up.”

He rolled his eyes.

“And to make sure you, and I quote, ‘stay focused’.”

Barry sighed. “I knew he wasn’t buying my promise to keep Iris out of it. I was too eager.”

“But in actuality…”

His brows furrowed as he looked at her.

“I’m going to make sure you get the job done and still have time to spend your nights with Iris.”

He gawked. “Felicity, you know that’ll never work.”

“Why not?”

“Why not? Look, you know I want it to more than anyone, but I could be summoned in the middle of the night, especially on day five. How am I going to explain my absence to her if she asks?”

“What did you say last time?”

“That I’d been mugged.”

She smiled. “Oh, that’s right.”

“I can’t use that every time.”

“Of course you can’t,” she said. “Which is why you’re going to tell her that your job demands you to be on call, and so sometimes you’ll have to leave in the middle of the night. She’ll understand, I’m sure. She’s in loooove.”

“Felicity-”

She waited, blinking once or twice innocently. Barry sighed and a silly grin grew on his face until even his eyes were smiling.

“Thank you.”

She beamed.

“You’re welcome.”

…

Iris had put on a brave face for Barry, but by the time she reached Jitters after a quick stop at home to shower, she felt ready to cry again.

Would she really be able to survive on texts and phone calls for who knows how long?

And how unfair was it that he was going to be in the city for at least a few days, and she still wouldn’t be able to see him?

Was it some type of weird high security conference or something?

She hadn’t seen anything like that in Central City before, not even when she was hunting for the most interesting stories at her previous employment.

Not that it mattered, she supposed. What mattered was that he was gone, and she needed to get back to her life until he could come back again.

Opening the door and not looking like she’d had sex multiple times in the last 24 hours, Iris was pleased to see that Jitters wasn’t too busy. There were some customers in the booths and at the tables, but there were only three in line, and Stacy and Jade were easily keeping up with the simple orders.

Iris waited until the customers had all gotten their drinks and then watched as the Stacy’s eyes lit up when she saw her.

“Iris! Oh, my God! What are you doing here?”

Iris laughed and hugged her when she came out from behind the counter.

“Well, I do work here too, you know.”

Stacy rolled her eyes.

“Well, I know that, obviously. But I would’ve thought you’d taken off for today. I mean…” She lowered her voice. “Has Barry left yet?”

Iris nodded, reeling in the tears that were coming to the forefront again.

“To his job. Somewhere in the city.” She blew away the few locks that were falling into her face.

“Oh, honey. Are you okay?” She smoothed her hand over her shoulder.

“I-” She glanced over at Jade who was looking simultaneously bored and nervous. “Do you think you maybe want to…?”

“Oh, duh, right.” Stacy turned around. “You think you can handle things for a while, Jade? Just call for me as soon as customers start coming in again, and I’ll be right there beside you.”

“Yeah, okay.” Jade nodded, and Stacy looped her arm through Iris’.

“Okay. So, where were we? You must tell me everything.”

Iris gave a pained sigh. “It’s a little TMI for the most part, Stace.”

Stacey wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Well then you simply must tell me.”

Iris laughed. “Well, for starters, he went up onto the rooftop yesterday to tell me he loved me…again.”

“Well, I could’ve told you that.” She giggled.

“And I told him back.”

“Atta girl.”

“After that it was pretty much sex, sex, and more sex. Oh, and the fact that he asked me to marry him earlier today.”

Stacy’s jaw dropped. “He didn’t.”

“He did.”

“What did you say?”

“In a manner of speaking? Pretty much not yet. I didn’t want to break the poor guy’s heart. I think he was just swept up in the moment, same as I was. But we haven’t known each other that long, and-”

“You know, Iris, some couples have known each other for less time, and they get married and stay married until they die. Sometimes 50 plus years.”

“I-I know that. But I’d still like to get to know him a little better, other than what he’s like in bed before I promise my life to him. I don’t even know what his work is.”

“As long as it’s not illegal, who cares?”

Iris gave her a look.

“Okay, okay. I guess I just really want to be your maid of honor,” she muttered.

Iris laughed. “And you will be. One day.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.”

“What about Patty?”

Iris rolled her eyes.

“Patty’s my roommate, and my friend, I’ll admit. But you’re my best friend. Always have been, always will be. I can’t imagine anyone else being maid of honor at my wedding.”

“You’re getting married?”

Slowly the two turned around to see none other than a gaping Jesse Wells, Wally’s girlfriend, behind them. Clearly, she had been eavesdropping.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” She shut her mouth before continuing. “Iris, can I talk to you for a sec?”

Stacy glanced at Iris, shooting her an ‘are you sure’ with her eyes, but Iris brushed her off.

“Go on. Looks like a few customers just walked in. I’ll be fine.”

Stacy nodded. “Okay. Call me if you need me, girl,” she said and lightly brushed past Jesse on her way back to the counter.

Iris took Jesse in. She clearly had confidence. She had her brother’s heart, that was for sure. But right now she looked incredibly nervous, as if Iris was about to bite her if she moved. She knew that was likely due to the way she was looking at her suspiciously. Iris dropped any hostility she had towards the girl. She didn’t even know her. And the other day she’d actually stood up for her between her and her brother. There was no reason to be against her now.

Iris gestured to a booth.

“Want to sit down?”

A huge weight dropped from Jesse’s shoulders.

“Yes, that would be great. Thank you.”

Iris nodded and slid into the seat across from hers. Jesse took off her coat and laid it and her purse in the corner of the booth. She folded her hands in front of her on the table and forced a smile until the silence between them started to linger, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

“So…”

“So,” Iris said.

“I guess you want to know what I’m doing here.”

“Usually people come for coffee.”

She smiled weakly. “Then you want to know…”

“Why you want to talk to me,” Iris finished for her.

Jesse took a deep breath. “I want your side of the story.”

Iris stilled. “What do you mean – my side?”

“I mean, Wally paints this picture of you as this…rebel child.”

Iris snorted. “Well, I am. Pretty much have been since high school.”

“Right. Well, the thing is, I know, Wally. Maybe not as well as you, but…I know he has a temper. He lashes out when he feels betrayed. But he also comes around as soon as he’s had time to cool off.”

“You do know him well.” Iris sounded impressed.

“What you did happened, when, 10 years ago?”

Iris stiffened. Did she have to make her sound so old?

“Roughly.”

“That’s a long time to hold a grudge on his best friend.”

Iris crumbled inside. “He called me that?”

Jesse nodded, deciding not to say he’d called her that in past tense.

“Please tell me what happened.”

“Jesse-”

“Wally’s biased! By your mom, by his own involvement, by whatever he thinks really happened. He’s thinking and acting based on assumptions by this time, and I want to know what really happened. And I want to fix it.”

“Some things you can’t fix,” she said quietly.

“Don’t you want a family again?” Jesse offered softly. “Because I know Wally does. Do you even know what’s going on at home?”

Iris stiffened. “I haven’t heard from my family in years. Our dad used to sneak Christmas cards to me, but I’ve moved so many times that he… he lost track.”

“Iris.” She covered her hands over hers and waited till their eyes locked. “Tell me. Please.”

Iris debated, then licked her lips and made a decision.

“I don’t even know you, Jesse…”

“I know.”

“The only people that know about what happened have kept it to themselves. Can I trust you to do that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Prove it.”

Jesse took a breath.

“All right. Wally doesn’t know I’m here, and I haven’t told anyone else that I’m talking to you.”

“What’s that supposed to-”

“Wally made me promise I wouldn’t try to talk to you and fix things.”

Iris’ lips twitched in a smile.

“A little rebellious yourself, aren’t you?”

She shrugged.

“I’m a woman first before I’m Wally’s girlfriend. And my instincts are screaming at me that something is off, and it’s not what you did. It’s Wally’s interpretation of what happened.”

Iris looked at her, amazed. Aside from Stacy, she hadn’t had anyone else stand up for her since Wally stopped several years ago.

“Can I think about it, Jesse?”

“Yes, of course.” She pulled out a small business card and handed it to her.

Iris looked at it, amused. “Science and Mathematics Club?”

“Hey, don’t knock it. Wally loves me for my genius.”

Iris laughed. “I bet he feels intimidated by it too.”

Jesse shrugged it off. “He hasn’t gotten rid of me yet.”

“Hopefully, he never will.”

Iris tucked the card into her pocket.

“Give me a few days, then I’ll reach out and tell you my answer.”

Jesse nodded. “Thanks, Iris.” She slid out of the booth and put her coat back on and slid her purse strap over her shoulder. “I love Wally, but we girls have to stick together. Right?”

Iris smiled. “Right.”

Jesse backed away, then waved and headed down the street. There was no sign of Wally or anyone from the West family in sight. Iris was still wary, but she wanted to believe the girl was telling the truth. She seemed like a kindred spirit, but was she?

…

After a relatively uneventful shift at work, Iris set about tidying up the place. She’d told Stacy to take off, especially since she’d already told her every possible detail from the last 24 hours without getting too risqué. Stacy had pleaded for more, but Iris refused. She insisted Stacy leave too when she offered to stay longer. She kind of wanted the place to herself.

Soft music playing to the sound of her sweeping up the wood floor, Iris let herself drift away to the last time the place was this empty. It had been the night before and Barry had shown up out of the blue, completely knocking her off her feet and making her fall more in love than she had thought possible.

How could she possibly have been afraid of his love for her? It only made their relationship stronger. And she knew it was real. With every fiber of her being, she believed that. In fact, despite herself, she’d almost said yes to his proposal today. It had taken every ounce of her to summon the common sense back to the forefront of her brain.

As she looked up now, she swore she could see him again. Not inside the shop with a bouquet of flowers like last time, but on the other side of the door, his hand to the glass and a hopeful look on his face, as if he was just waiting, hoping, for her to let him in.

And then his hand moved, and his lips. Her brows furrowed.

“Iris.”

She blinked. It was him!

She nearly dropped her broom but set it nearby against a table and somehow didn’t trip over her own feet getting to the door. She unlocked it quickly, and Barry had only one foot inside when she was in his arms again, and he was kissing her madly.

He untied her apron and pulled her hair ribbon free of her long, dark locks. Then they were in a booth away from the windows and Barry was taking his jacket off as he kissed her, unbuckling his belt and –

“W-w-wait! Stop.”

Breathing heavily, Iris pushed him away.

“What?” he asked. “What is it?”

His concern nearly melted away her resolve entirely.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had 24 hours with me, and that was it.”

He grinned like a mischievous schoolboy, and Iris found it incredibly sexy.

“Plans change.”

“Barry,” she warned.

He sighed. “Look, I can’t get into the details,” he said. “But basically, my best friend in the company is rooting for the two of us to end up together and have as much time as possible, so she made it happen.”

“She?” Iris raised an eyebrow, her not so subtle jealousy brimming before him.

He moved in closer and wrapped her in his arms before nuzzling her face against his.

“Best friend, nothing more.”

“Was she ever-”

“I promise.” He kissed her over and over until she lost all thought.

“Do you still have your hotel room?” she mumbled when his lips left hers to trail down her neck. He smiled against her skin and she felt shivers over her entire body.

“Every day this week.”

She pulled back and he let her, drinking in her dazzling, dark eyes.

“Every day?”

“I can only see you at night, but-”

“Barry!” she squealed and hugged him close. “I didn’t know when I’d see you again. Just at night is fine!” She giggled.

He laughed. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Now who is this girl, so I can properly thank her?”

“Why does it matter who she is?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Can I at least get a name?”

“Why?”

“So I can write in my journal about the woman who saved my life.”

He laughed. “You have a journal?”

“Well, no. But I could start one.”

They laughed together.

“Come on.” He helped her off the table and buckled his belt back into place. Then he put on his coat.

“W-w-wait!”

“What?” He grinned.

“Well, I haven’t finished cleaning up.”

He glanced over at the brook across the room and the small pile of dirt on the floor beside it. He strode across the room, swept it up and emptied it into a nearby garbage. Then he deposited the broom in the back room, shut the door and came back out to her.

“Now are you done?”

She laughed. “Well, I guess I have to be, don’t I?”

“Yep.”

He swept her up into his arms and exited the building after she’d turned off all the lights. Then she locked up and he set her down right beside the limo sitting on the side of the building.

Iris shook her head. “I’ll never get used to this.”

Barry grinned and opened the door for her before Tom could get out.

“Get used to it, Baby.”

Iris shivered at the pet name and stepped inside, sinking into the seat immediately on entry as she waited for Barry to come around and sit inside too. He did and the car moved, but Barry did not stay on his side of the car. He practically launched at her as soon as the car doors were shut, since the partition was us and obviously the limo driver knew where he was going.

Barry’s hand was under Iris’ shirt, reaching up to cup her breast before she could protest, and so she sank her fingers into his hair and kissed him hard.

“I missed you so much today,” Iris murmured into his mouth.

He groaned. “God, I missed you too.” He kissed her some more.

Her hand slid beneath the collar of his jacket and trailed down his back.

“I wish we could do it here,” she mumbled. “But it’d be so awkward with what’s his face in the front seat.”

Barry chuckled and parted from her briefly to knock on the partition.

“Yes, sir?”

“Turn on the music, Tom. And, uh… put it on your favorite station.”

Tom paused, then nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said, blasting the music immediately and sealing up the partition once again.

Barry turned back to Iris, grinning like a fool.

“You were saying?”

“Barry Allen, I cannot believe you jus-”

But he sealed her protests with more kisses and soon they were lost in the moment once again, undressing and moaning and grinding and fucking in the back seat of the limo.

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*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #mixed drink #chapter 17 #nsfw? sorta at the end?#fic commission #for andromidagalaxie

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clumsyclifford · 4 years

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75 with jalex?

meghna once again enabling me i will bring about the jalex revolution singlehandedly if that’s what it takes. anyway i hope this satisfies, love you

ETA: ao3 link!

Every time Jack walks by, he leaves a kiss on a different part of Alex’s face. It started out cute, but Alex is growing suspicious.

The next time he does it, passing with a can of LaCroix in hand and bending down to kiss Alex’s temple, Alex grabs his arm. “Okay, what are you plotting?”

Jack makes an offended noise. “I’m not plotting anything! Can’t I kiss my boyfriend?”

“Well, can you do it like you mean it? Instead of just being all, like, too-casual about it?”

“I don’t want to distract you from your writing,” Jack says haughtily, and Alex gets it immediately.

“You so do,” he accuses. “You’re trying to distract me.”

“Never!”

“Game’s up, Barakat, I’ve got your number. What do you want?”

Jack pouts and drops down on the couch next to Alex, setting his drink on the coffee table. “What do I want? I just want to hang out with you.”

“We can hang out,” Alex says, and Jack shakes his head.

“You’re writing, I don’t want to pull you from it. I know you get in this, like, headspace.”

“I’d rather spend time with you,” Alex says, and he means it. Between songwriting by himself and spending even a minute with Jack, it’s not a competition. “I can write later.”

“We can hang out later.”

“Why are you arguing against yourself, babe? I already said we can spend some time together.”

Again, Jack shakes his head. “Nope. I don’t want it like this. I’ll just feel guilty. Finish writing what you’re writing, and then we can do something.”

Alex sighs. “Well — stay here, then.” Jack makes a confused face. “I mean, you don’t have to talk to me, if you really want me to finish this, but I like having you around.”

Jack looks dubious, so Alex rolls his eyes. “Jack, what the fuck do you think I’m writing about? Sitting and songwriting alone?”

Jack grabs his songwriting notebook, and Alex lets him. Jack’s the only person who can do shit like that, but he knows that, and capitalizes on it. After a moment of skimming, his face softens. “Aw, this is about yesterday.”

“Yeah,” Alex says. “No, I mean. It’s about you. It’s always about you, all the shitty cheesy sappy stuff, it’s you.” He clears his throat; his voice has grown embarrassingly fond. “And if you don’t stick around I’ll have nothing good to write about. Everything will be awful.”

“Oh, it’s not already?” Jack deadpans. Alex snatches his notebook back and whacks him with it. “Joking! Fuck you, that was a joke! Hey, Alex.” Alex raises his eyebrows. Jack looks him in the eye. “I love you. You know that I love you, right?”

It’s stupid that Alex feels giddy whenever he hears it, each time as if it’s the first, but it gets him no matter how often Jack tells him. “I know,” he confirms. “I love you too.”

“Good,” Jack says, seemingly satisfied with that. He leans back on the couch, and after a moment Alex leans back too, leaning into Jack. He loves that they fit like this. Jack kisses the top of his head. “Now I feel bad. You were on a roll if those lyrics were anything to go by.”

“Nah, they were pretty bad,” Alex says. “I don’t know how to write like I’m not stupidly in love, but it would make a pretty boring album if every song was just ‘Jack, you’re the love of my life, the only one for me.’”

Jack is quiet for a moment. Then he says, “Is — do you really feel that way?”

That’s a dumb question, in Alex’s opinion. Jack has read the lyrics; Jack’s heard most of the romantic shit Alex comes up with. “Of course I do,” Alex says, pulling a perplexed face even though he knows Jack can’t see his expression. “You must know that.”

“I don’t know,” Jack says. Alex can hear the vibrations from his voice, where Jack’s mouth is pressed against Alex’s hair. “I kind of knew, but you’ve never said to me.”

“I haven’t?”

“Not until right now.”

“Oh,” Alex says. He feels sure he must have said it at some point, but racking his brain he can’t come up with when. “Well, it’s true.” He’s tempted to say, don’t you? But he doesn’t want to bait Jack. If that’s how Jack feels, he’ll say it when he’s ready.

“Oh,” Jack says faintly. He breathes a laugh that doesn’t sound humorous so much as hysterical. “Well, Jesus fuck, Alex. You’re the only one for me too.”

It settles something stirring in Alex’s gut. He’s going to love Jack whether or not Jack loves him back, and even if Jack went and found someone else Alex thinks he couldn’t ever not love Jack, doesn’t even know how to at this point; loving Jack is ingrained in him, as natural as breathing, and Alex can’t fathom ever finding anyone else who fills him up the way Jack does, over and over again, every day. Of course Jack’s the only one for him. It’s just nice to know it goes both ways.

“Well, good,” is what he says. It feels like they’ve just decided something bigger than just the words that have been said. Alex wonders if he should ask Jack to marry him. Maybe another day. “The song can wait, Jack. I’m not gonna love you less if I wait on it.”

Jack chuckles. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

“Cut the line about me tripping on my feet, though, please. That’s just embarrassing.”

“That’s the best part!”

“My scraped knee would disagree with you, asshole.”

“Well, your scraped knee isn’t writing the song.”

Alex feels Jack’s rumbling laugh through his back, where it meets Jack’s chest, and he grins. Jack says, “I wish I could write songs. I’d romance the fuck out of you.”

“Ah, it’s not about the song, though, you know?” Alex says. “It’s about the intention. And —” He leans forward so he can turn to look at Jack, and adoration swells in his chest, so much he thinks he could break from the ferocity. “I know you love me. Hearing you say it is music to my ears.”

“God, you’re such a fucking sap,” Jack murmurs, before pulling Alex into a kiss. Alex smiles into it. He is a sap, and a romantic, and he could and would and probably will wax poetic about Jack until the cows come home. But Jack loves him, too, and that’s all that Alex really needs.

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thoushallnotfall · 3 years

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This might sound pathetic but here we go.. I am 27 years old and completely and utterly single. I never once had a S/O in my entire life.. not even someone who had a crush on me. Never experienced anything close to sex before.. I feel so sad, bitter and envious and I hate that I’m becoming this way. I feel jealous that my siblings and friends experienced many relationships before. One just recently broke up with their S/O not long ago and ALREADY they met someone else now and went on a date yesterday. A part of me is happy for them because I love them, but a bigger part of me just feels so angry that I want to cry. Why do things come so easily for some people who don’t try hard or really even appreciate what they have? I care so deeply and want to have something special and give all my love to someone but I’m stuck watching everybody around me live the life I wish I had. I’m sorry if I’m coming off as feeling sorry for myself. I’m just so confused and hurt. I know I’m ‘young’ but my life feels like it’s basically over and I haven’t accomplished a thing. No relationship, No intimacy, no job..(I was recently was laid off and struggling to find work.) I fear my dream of having children will never happen because this is my ‘prime time’ yet I can’t even get anyone to notice me let alone think about marriage and kids. It feels like my time is ticking and I’m just here existing but not truly living. I am so sorry for basically writing a book here. I view you as a safe place and respect your opinion & advice.

First of all, I'm glad that you feel safe coming to me. I'm not sure if anything I can say will make you feel better, but it means a lot that you feel comfortable enough to share your worries and frustrations with me.

This is likely going to be a very long post.

I can say I know all too what exactly what you're feeling.

I'm the youngest of four siblings. By the time I was 27 my three older siblings were all married (and most had been for many years, since their early twenties) and two had kids. All my friends, even the ones who had been more introverted like me, had started dating and had been in serious relationships, and I never had. It's incredibly frustrating, watching the world around you live this whole other part of life you feel like you're missing out on.

I'm 29 and I still have never had a S/O. I've been on dates, but it's been pretty scarce. I had my first kiss drunk with a guy I didn't really like because I was in this headspace of 'I should have had this by now.'

Last year, after I had thought I had gotten past this mentality, the pandemic got me feeling very depressed and lonely, and I let myself fall back into that hole. "I'm 29, I'm single, I've never had an S/O, I've never even had sex." I was also jobless at the time, and I didn't have my own place anymore and was living with a friend, so I know how dark of a pit that is to be in.

No one can expect to have great mental health right now, so to have these things weighing on you on top of everything else going on is to be expected, and you should know it's totally normal that you're worrying about them. Just don't let them eat you alive.

I'm not going to go into details, but I let my anxiety about this imaginary timeline of "when things are suppose to happen" creep back into my head, and I let a shady date I was on during that time get me drunk and I slept with him. I regret it immensely.

Your first time is not usually great, but putting aside all of that I let my loneliness, my bitterness, my belief that 'it should've happened by now' get in the way of my common sense in a bad situation and now I look back on this moment with nothing but contempt and regret.

There is no 'right' timeline for things. Plenty of people in modern society do not start seriously dating or having sex until their 30s. Their is an entire subreddit about this; you are by no means alone and that is nothing to be ashamed of.

I know that I felt that way about life until I was about your age, them I got my own place and I got a better job, and honestly I got very comfortable being alone. I sort of just didn't like the idea of someone being in my space. I figured if it happened it happened, but if not then whatever. (Then the pandemic hit and...yeah)

Under normal circumstances, I would say if dating is really something that is bothering you, look at what you've been doing up until this point and just change your approach.

I'm single because I rarely ever go looking for dates, and when I do I'm incredibly picky so when I get on dating apps I usually don't give anyone a chance; so I need to actually put more effort into looking for dates if I actually want to date, and I need to give people more of a chance.

It's nearly impossible to meet people in society these days without actively looking for them now. You have to go out and do the legwork; you can't just expect serendipity to come into play and to just meet someone randomly. Join dating apps, join local clubs, go to singles meet ups in your area or try speed dating. I know so many people that have met their spouses on tinder or PoF it is unreal.

Now, obviously there is a pandemic so things are a little crazy right now, so obviously be safe about it.

If you've been doing this, maybe you were like me in the early days and you're sabotaging yourself. I would always make up excuses about why someone I was out with wasn't going to work out 6 months down the line, so I shouldn't even bother trying to date them now because it won't work out anyway. I also had a lot of self-esteem issues that made it really hard for me to think about myself dating or having sex with someone. If that's the case, you may want to work on figuring out why you feel that way, and work on yourself before getting into a relationship.

The important thing to remember is that, again, there is no timeline for these things. It's not a race, it's a marathon. We're all just trying to make it to the end. Be kind to yourself, take care of yourself, and know that it's okay to feel sad and frustrated and lonely; just know you're not alone.

I'm so sorry to hear about your job; things have been hard for everyone recently I know better than most how stressful that situation can be. I hope you can find something else soon!

I'm not sure if anything I said made you feel any better, but I hope you get to feeling better soon! ❤️

-Rachel

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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The new boss in town

Request: Would you please write for Bucky & reader, wherein he’s in love with Natasha but is forced to marry reader, he’s never home ignores her even when she tries hard. She even has to work as a waitress for money, one-night Brock tries to rape her, Steve arrives just in time and saves her. They become good friends. It’s on you if you want her to stay with Bucky or get married to Steve. It could be an au where they are not Avengers.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader, Mobster!Steve x Mobster!Reader, Thor Odinson, Dr. Cho

Warnings: angst, mafia business, injured Bucky, arguments, language, smut, unprotected sex, hair pulling, possessive Bucky, love triangle

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The days after Arianna attacked you were a blur. You had to check on Bucky who was in an artificial coma to recover.

Every day you spent with ‘your’ men and every night you spent at the hospital, watching over Bucky.

Steve was with you every day too. He almost clung to you and you must admit you got closer. It happened subconsciously but now you are in too deep.

Sam helped you preparing the burial for your father. You fulfilled all his wishes, Steve was by your side the whole time, holding your hand.

Now you are in your father’s office, looking through his papers as you debate to watch the video he left for you as his last will.

“You should watch it, boss.” Thor, one of your father’s best men rumbles. He was always kind and he’s one of the few being loyal to you after your father’s death. Many men just left, telling you or rather Sam they won’t work for a chick.

“You’re right, Thor. I just don’t know if I can face him yet. I hated him for most of my life, but he protected me. He kept me safe.” Your eyes water but you blink the tears away, pressing play to watch the video.

Your father seems to be nervous and you wonder why. You never saw him like that before. Thor’s hand squeezes your shoulder tightly, to make sure you know that at least he is on your side.

“Dear daughter…no…Y/N. I know life wasn’t always easy by my side. First I need to tell you I always loved you and your mom. After her death, I realized I need to make things up to you. I tried to do so by telling Bucky to marry you. I swear I thought he still loves you, that his behavior is only a game he plays to make sure I do not harm him or you. It wasn’t me telling Mark’s father Bucky killed his son. I swear on your mother’s grave, Poppy…”

Your father clears his throat, wiping away a few tears before he points toward the bookshelf behind him.

“You still got the necklace of your mom – right?”

Glancing at the chain around your neck you nod, as if your father could see the motion. He’s smiling, knowing you looked down at the necklace right now.

“Good. Use the key hanging from the chain after your removed Tolstoy’s ‘A Confession’. A door will open, and you find everything you need to take over my empire and bring Arianna and her family down. I know Bucky didn’t go easy on you, believing I’m responsible for his brother’s death and I’m sorry but I had to make sure you don’t fall victim to Mark’s family. If you listen to my words now I’m dead and I pray you are safe, Poppy. Please don’t trust anyone but Steve, Bucky, and Thor. I know you will hate me but please call Bruce Banner…he’s one of my men too.”

“Son of a bitch!” Cursing you stop the video shaking your head. “Is everyone in my life a mobster?”

“Y/N, he asked Bruce to take care of you, to make sure you are safe and earn enough money to survive. Your father wanted to talk to James but then Brock attacked you and before he could clarify a few things Arianna happened. I’m sorry, I failed to protect your father.” Thor sighs heavily, guilt-ridden he glances at the TV.

“You weren’t around, Thor. Father sent you away.”

“I know…”

Pressing play, you hold back more tears while your father tells you how much he loved you and your mother. That her death is still a mystery but that he assumes it was part of Arianna’s plan to bring you back home.

“I’ve got no proof, Poppy but I believe Mark’s father got to know I helped Bucky that night and that his brother was involved too. The only thing he didn’t know was that James killed Mark to protect you. I know it’s much to ask for but please take over my empire. Be what you always should’ve been, my heir, Poppy. All the things you learned in France, use it.”

“What does he mean?” Steve asks entering the room as you smirk at your father, nodding. “I wasn’t in France to study at the Sorbonne, Steve. I was there to learn about the family business.”

“Wait…what?” Gasping Steve plops onto a chair, shaking his head. “What else did you learn?” His blue eyes search your face as your grin widens.

“Simply everything, Steve… I just pushed all this knowledge away, tried to be the perfect wife for Bucky but now…” Pointing at the gun at your waistband you tilt your head. “No more shy girl, Stevie.”

“Why didn’t you fight back against Brock back then?” Your eyes drift toward your father as you blink away a few tears. “I don’t know Steve. I was so lost in my headspace; the place I pretend I belong, that I forgot how to fight back. It was as if I watched someone else getting attacked. Does that make sense?”

Nodding thoughtfully Steve gets up to pace around the room. His blue eyes meet yours as you smile at your friend. “Don’t worry. I needed to be saved back then. I needed you. Now be silent and listen to my father.”

“All important papers are hidden in this secret room too. Bank accounts, our business partners, enemies…dirty secrets. I can only beg you to be careful and only trust the men I named. I love you, Poppy. Now take over my business and show everyone you are the new boss in town.” Your father blows you a kiss before he smiles one last time at you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Daddy loves you…”

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Two weeks later…

“What do you mean with he refuses to let the nurse help him? Why is he not training to use his prosthesis either?” Cursing you glare at Dr. Cho, shaking your head. “I’m not paying you for making excuses for my lazy husband. He has to get his ass out of this bed…like yesterday.”

“I tried, I swear but Mr. Barnes is refusing to let me help him, refuses to even let the nurse get close to him.” Dr. Cho sighs, hearing Bucky throwing things at the nurse trying to check on the prothesis at his left side.

“Get out, slut!” Bucky barks and you sigh heavily.

“I’ll handle this, Dr. Cho. Tell the nurse Bucky is sorry.” Ripping the door open your storm into the room, shaking your head.

“What the heck is wrong with you, Barnes?”

“I lost my arm! I can’t feel anything with this thing, not even get off any longer. You are asking me what’s wrong, Baby Girl? Seriously?” Bucky is angrily clenching his jaw. The bulge in his pants too prominent you chuckle lightly.

“Since when does Bucky Barnes give up that easily?” Teasing your husband, you push him back onto the bed before you slide your dress down your shoulders. Completely bare you straddle his lap.

Your fingers slide over his scared shoulder and he contorts his face. “I can’t even hold you in my arms…” Sighing you slap his cheek before you lean closer to him. Face only inches from Bucky’s you smirk. “It’s not like you ever wanted to hold me lately, Barnes.”

“Baby…did she hurt you? Are you okay? I couldn’t see or hear anything after she shot me. How did you make it out?” Bucky is gently squeezing your ass with his flesh hand as you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his musky scent deeply.

“Steve got out of the ropes. Arianna wanted to shoot your head, but Steve got hold of the weapon she dropped and shot her. I told him to take care of you first.”

“How did you get this thing at my body?” Cursing Bucky points toward Stark’s prosthesis. “Stark. Steve called him and Tony tried to use the remaining nerves to create a connection between your body and the artificial arm he created. It was hard work, Buck. Tony said you should be able to use this arm just like you used your flesh one. Even feel…"

Bucky gropes your ass with the flesh hand, trying to move your body up and down his crotch. “Fuck doll, I’m so hard it hurts.”

“Hmm…Mr. Barnes…if you want me to help you out.” Smirking you lock eyes with your husband. “Use your new arm, till then you won’t get any and I ride Steve’s dick…”

“What…” Growling Bucky tries anything to use the arm. His metal fingers twitched for a moment and you hum, moving your hand over the cool metal. “You want Steve…”

“Bucky it’s been months and we got closer while you were in a coma.” Now Bucky’s face falls and he refuses to look at you. “You know, I took over two empires, Buck. I think I can handle two guys…”

“Y/N…I…” Ignoring Bucky’s confused look you grind against his erection, taking what you want.

“You can choose, Buck. I got my empire, enough money, and power but I still want to fuck this huge cock of yours right now. Yes or no…”

Fisting Bucky’s hair you force him to look up at you and he starts panting heavily. Aroused as never he moans your name when you slide your fingers over his scarred shoulder. “Did you fuck Steve?” He gasps as you nibble along his jawline.

“Not yet…” Now Bucky growls as you bite his neck hard enough to leave an angry mark. “I wanted to fuck you first. Going to check out who can make me cum harder.” One hand slipping into his boxers you squeeze his hard member tightly, not caring about the whines leaving Bucky’s lips.

“You’re mine…my wife. You don’t fuck Stevie…”

“I’m past asking for permission or following orders, James. I’m going to fuck you now and maybe later I fuck your best friend. I haven’t decided yet.” Shrugging you crawl down Bucky’s body to slide his boxers down.

“Fuck…Y/N…I.” He gets no chance to form a coherent sentence as you straddle his lap, grabbing his cock to sink down his shaft, taking what you want.

Your hand collides with Bucky’s cheek and he starts panting heavily. “Shut up, Bucky. You are my slut from now on! I’m going to make you my good boy, only good for fucking me.”

“Holy hell, doll!” Shocked Bucky looks up at you with lust-blown pupils as you ignore his outburst. When you start to roll your hips Bucky wants to grab your hip with his flesh hand, but you slap it away.

“Both or none, Bucky!” You threaten and he growls with every slow movement of your hips. He needs all his strength, but he manages to slightly lift his prosthesis, cursing.

“You can do it, baby. You want to come, make me ride you harder!” Voice hard you fist Bucky’s hair, grinding against him to add pressure to your swollen bud.

Still fighting his body Bucky, tries to raise the arm again and fails. “I want to fuck you…” Gritting his teeth he pants against your lips as you breathe against him. “Forget it’s a foreign arm, see it as yours, James.”

Placing your hands onto Bucky’s chest you dig your knees into the mattress to move faster. He’s going crazy underneath you, trying anything to grab your hips he ignores the metal arm and lifts his flesh one.

Smiling you feel cool metal gripping your flesh tightly to guide your movement. Bucky is growling, suddenly fully aware he can touch you with this arm he flips you onto your back to pin your hands down. “Gonna fuck you hard…”

He’s pounding you hard the moment he has control over your body. You could easily get out of his grip, but you made him use the arm, so you submit for a moment by wrapping your legs around his waist. “Yeah, show me what you’ve got Barnes. Fuck me as you mean it.”

“You’re mine…” His hips start moving in a maddening pace while his stormy blue eyes watch you falling apart, crying out his name. “Fuck you’re so tight. Gonna fill you up, mark you as mine.”

Your toes start curling and you are close to falling over the edge as Bucky pulls out of you to flip you onto your stomach, using his metal arm like his normal one. You want to protest but Bucky is back on you, gripping your waist to shove you onto his cock, impaling you once again.

His flesh hand fists your hair while his metal one holds your thigh in a tight grip. He’s roughly thrusting into you, not caring about the obscene noises he presses out of you. “Scream my name, Baby Girl. I will make you mine all over again.”

Fisting the sheets, you feel the coil tightening and you are so close to your high it hurts. Your body moves on its own to meet Bucky’s punishing thrusts. He’s groaning behind you, feeling you finally wrapped around him, a dream coming true. “Come for me…” He orders or rather yells, and you squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck…”

Bucky lazily moves his hips to ride your high out until he spills his cum into you, chuckling at the sight of your spent body collapsing on the bed the moment he let go of your hair. “You look so pretty fucked out by me, Baby Girl.”

He takes a moment to pull out, just savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him as his cum seeps out of you. When he finally pulls out he slaps your ass with his metal hand chuckling when you curse his name.

“At least you learned how to use the arm.” Snuggling into the pillow you take a moment to catch your breath. “Yeah…” Bucky is crawling up your body, moving the cool metal hand over your thigh.

His breath is hot in your neck when he presses his chest to your back. “How is business lately, Mrs. Mobster?” Bucky chuckles into your neck. “I know you are pretty tough for such a tiny girl. Love it you are smaller than me.”

“I managed to keep daddy’s business running. Some men quit; they didn’t want to work under a girl. Thor, Bruce, and T'Challa are still with me. You should watch the video my father left.”

“Babe, I’d love to ‘work’ under you any time.” Bucky groans glancing at your naked form. His hands gently caress your back as the door to your bedroom opens and a flustered Steve tries to ignore your naked body right in front of him.

“Boss, we should talk…”

“Give me a minute, Stevie,” Bucky mutters and Steve clears his throat, pointing toward you. “Sorry, but she is the new boss in town, Buck. We need to talk about Mark’s father and more. You can join us…”

Bucky is clenching his jaw when you start chuckling into the pillow. You know he’s an Alpha type and hearing you have more power than him right now makes him furious. “So…I fucked my new boss, awesome.” A dirty grin on his lips Bucky moves down your body to bite your cheek.

“Buck’ we gotta work to do.” Steve insists trying so hard to ignore the tingling in his body or the twitch of his cock.

“Steve, give me a minute to feel my legs again and then we can talk about revenge, the business and how I want to ride your dick…”

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