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Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 things you’ve written that you are most proud of/were the most challenging to write and share them here, then if you’re so inclined (no pressure) put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate everyone’s hard work 😘😘

Captured by the Storm

A minx fic I wrote a while back. It’s one of the first things I’ve written where I figured out I could do the whole poetic emotional so prose thing. I love it with all my heart and I think it’s one of the most perfect things I’ve ever written.

An Easily Avoidable Accident (But I Needed it So Bad)

First time going out of my comfort zone with something, smut wise and it took so long to write it. I think it took me a month and a half and maybe even longer to get it done because it was so hard to wrap my mind around it, but I eventually got there and I learned a lot in the process.

I Will Be Your End

One of the biggest things I’ve worked on and the longest start to end project I’ve ever done so far and probably also what I feel like is one of the greatest things I’ve written. I’m really proud of this one.

Honorable Mention

Searching for Stardust

Another one I believe is, one of the greatest things I’ve written. It’s random, it’s emotional, and it’s a playground for developing my prose. I get be as poetically abstract to my hearts content and it developed into a story. Still writing it, and I can’t wait to one day have the next dream sleeping or daydreaming, of divine inspiration that needs me to the next chapter .

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You nodded, stepping closer. You put your hand on his forearm, leaning into his ear. “I like it nasty,” you whispered in his ear, ending it with a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

Well fuck you too!

Idk why but this line was so good it made me angry! As well as the entire fic!

Call Out My Name

Pairing: Businessman!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, stranger sex, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, referring to female anatomy as she, all consensual. D/s lite. Sorry if I missed some, I'm rushing, just let me know.

Summary: At a work conference, your boring coworkers want to continue hanging out. Needing your alone time, you head to the hotel bar for a quick drink before you headed upstairs. But when a gorgeous stranger buys your drink, it entices you to do something you’d never done before. Be bold. 

Word Count: 5,426k

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A/N: This is a wonderful ask from @westside-rot. I have not been able to stop thinking about businessman Stunna all day. Welp, here we are LOL. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

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Your coworkers spilled out of the conference room in a fit of laughter. Your laugh sounded so fake, even to your ears, but your coworkers were none the wiser. They stated that they wanted to keep the party going and go out for drinks and a later dinner.

Ugh. Spare you. It was bad enough being stuck in a hot ass conference room with these people but it was even worse that they wanted to keep going. It was past nine o’clock and you couldn’t stomach them for one second longer.

Usually, you did these conferences by yourself. You volunteered for the position for free travel and the chance to step out of your shoes for a minute. These people didn’t know you. It was a chance to ease the burdens of your life. But this was a bigger conference, so your boss let the four of you go.

“I’m actually so tired,” you said and heaved a yawn, stretching it out to really look convincing. “I couldn’t stay awake if I tried!”

“Oh, come on! You’re such an old lady!” One of your coworkers, Shane, said and shook his auburn hair. 

“Hey! It takes a routine to look this good at my age,” you said and pointed to yourself and your cream and brown outfit. Your coworkers laughed, waving goodbye, with final pleas to go ahead and join them. God, no thanks. 

You headed towards the hotel bar, feeling that much lighter just from getting rid of their energy. More people needed to appreciate a little quiet and solitude. Entering the hotel bar, your heels clicked on the faux wood as you looked around. It had a nostalgic sort of vibe, with soft neon light, wooden tables, and a TV playing in the corner. 

It was perfect. It looked like the type of place where everyone minded their own fucking business. You walked over to the bar, planting your brown jacket and purse on the seat to your left. You caught the bartender’s attention and ordered your favorite drink. 

As you waited for him to make it, you pulled out your phone and scrolled to your current favorite fanfic on Tumblr. You just needed a good drink and some alone time in the hotel room. You could almost feel the cool air on your skin as you sat and relaxed with good writing. 

The bartender slid your glass into your line of sight. You mumbled a thanks and pulled out your wallet.

“It’s been taken care of,” he said. 

You finally look up, puzzled, because who the hell would do that? The bartender tilted his head to your right. You turned, looking into the face of a god. It took all your willpower not to drop your draw and ogle him.

You licked your lips to give you time to stall, because goddamn. You were suddenly too aware of your heartbeat thumping in your chest and down below. You didn’t think people could have physical reactions to real life people and yet here you were.

You grabbed the drink and lifted it in a silent thanks to the mystery man. He nursed his own drink, glass barely filled with a dark, amber liquid. He pointed to the seat next to you and you hoped you didn’t look too desperate by nodding your head. 

He got off of the stool and damn. He was fine as hell. He was taller than you, impossibly tall, with long legs and decked out in a burgundy suit with a dark gray shirt, tie slightly askew from around his neck. The top button was undone, showing off a chiseled chest. 

You watched as he sauntered over and sat one seat away from you. Close enough to converse while still giving you some space. You were really starting to like him. 

He smiled and introduced himself. “But most people call me Stunna,” he said and smirked like he admired how silly that was. 

“Dare I ask why?” You asked.

“He shrugged. Something that stuck around since high school. You wear one shiny outfit and everybody’s a clown all of a sudden,” he said. 

You laughed, shaking your head and taking a sip of your drink. “You did not!” 

Stunna laughed, showing a radiant smile that completely transformed his face. He was stunning before, but he smiled like the first break of dawn across the horizon. Now you understood why they called him Stunna. 

“I promise I did. Although I burned all the evidence because no one needed to keep that around,” he said.

Conversation flowed easily with him. You told him your name and why you were at the conference. He told you all about his modest gaming company. Modest. You gushed all over the games that he produced, sharing your joy over the games that meant so much to you.

“There’s no way you really play,” he said. 

You nodded. “Believe it. Night and Sky? I cried by the time I finished and then played it fifty thousand more times,” you said.

Stunna laughed and shook his head. “You have no idea how much this means to me. It’s good to hear something good about my work every once in a while,” he said. 

Since you had that Stunna in front of you, you had thousands of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Still, you persevered, rapidly asking him questions. Bless him, he answered every single one. 

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I’m no better than the people in the audience,” you said. You slapped your hands to your cheeks, feeling utterly mortified. You wished the soft, dark wood of the bar would swallow you whole. You instantly regretted nerding out all over a stranger, all over Stunna of all people. 

Stunna laughed. “I promise, you’re all good,” he said. When you shook your head, he chuckled again. Oh his voice was deep like chocolate and as savory as coffee. You just wanted to take a deep dive into it and never look back. 

And his eye contact was insane. You often had to look away from him, body heating in all the right ways from being under intense scrutiny. You waved your hand to dismiss his words or more like a visual cue to clear your mind from all of your racing, nasty thoughts. 

Maybe it was the long day. Maybe it had been too long since you were satisfied by something other than your fingers. But all you could think of was being bold. Warning signs and danger tones rang in your head as you thought of taking home a complete stranger. You watched enough TV to know that people never had the best intentions.

But hell. You were too willing to ignore all of that. You took in the cut of his suit, tailored, not off the rack. The flash of gold on his wrist from his huge watch. The long, thick fingers that you imagined wrapped around your throat.

And his lips. God, his lips. You wanted to get lost in those full lips. The way he spoke. The bite of hood to his tone to suggest that he wasn’t silver bred. The way that he absently stroked his teeth with his tongue. Was he doing it on purpose? To drive you completely mad? 

You saw his lips moving but swore that no sound came out. You weren’t drunk, just a little tipsy, so you couldn’t blame it on that. It was simply that you felt him. Was that weird? There was this connection getting built between the two of you, brick by brick, laugh by laugh. 

“I’m sorry?” You asked.

“I said, are you good?” He asked.

You nodded your head. So, so, so good. Your mind had a tendency to wander so you pulled it back in by looking at Stunna’s lips. It was just as distracting as his eyes but at least you didn’t get flustered looking at his lips. 

Conversation turned towards griping about the conference, finding camaraderie by complaining about the same things. The overpriced food, the stinky attendants, and the anxiety of it all getting up in front of a crowd. Still, there were good parts to being a nerd.

Bold. Bold. Bold. Your heart was thundering in your chest, beating rapidly, out of control. So fast, you felt it at the base of your throat. You took the final sip of your drink, letting the sweet burn travel down to warm your belly. Your pussy gave a little throb like she was encouraging you on, rooting to get fucked as much as you were. 

You stood up and grabbed your things. Stunna looked disappointed for a moment, smile dropping inch by inch. It felt cruel to tease him like this but you couldn’t help it. You dug in your purse and pulled out the spare keycard.

You usually carried one, but you were in a rush this morning and ended up bringing both. You slid it across the bar table as you walked closer to him.

He smelled amazing up close. Like wood smoke and fresh mountain air. You leaned in a little closer than you would normally dare, bringing your hand close to his. You tapped the keycard, pushing it under his palm.

“Why don’t you come meet me upstairs,” you said, not really phrasing it as a question. Stunna lifted an eyebrow, looking from the key card, to your eyes, to the low swoop of your cream dress. 

His eyes moved slowly back to yours, locked, a smile curving his lips. “That right?” He asked. 

You nodded, stepping closer. You put your hand on his forearm, leaning into his ear. “I like it nasty,” you whispered in his ear, ending it with a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

Stunna sighed, sealing it with a chuckle. You walked away, hoping you weren’t too forward, as you hurried to the elevator. You forgot to give him a time limit and wondered if he’d follow you too soon, not even giving you the chance to strip and entice him upon entrance.

You rode the elevator to your floor, anticipation thrumming in your veins at the prospect. There was a tiny bit of doubt. After all, he had plenty of reason to think it was a trap. Ill intentions knew no bounds. But you hoped. Hoped that he’d join you on this crazy idea in this random city and at this random graphic arts conference. 

The paisley flooring blended well with the pinkish brown walls, striped paneling along the bottom half giving it a subtle interesting look. There were lights covered in intricate bowls, illuminating your way to your room. 

Your hands shook as you opened your door, glancing behind you at the elevator doors. Was he on it now? Was he eager? Would he show? Fuck, you hoped so. You’d hate to have to take care of yourself tonight. It wouldn’t be the same. 

You closed the door, scurrying inside and flipping only the lamp light on. You pushed your suitcase out of the way, cleaned up lingering trash people tended to  accumulate in hotel rooms. You hurriedly locked away any valuables, your wallet and the like. Just in case. You could be a dumb bitch right now, but at least you weren’t completely lost. 

You took off your dress, hanging it up in the closet. You stood there in your cream lacy bra and panties, with little bows on the sides. You liked wearing sexy things. It made you feel confident and desirable. You kept your heels on and then sat down on your bed. 

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on your door. You gasped, wiping sweaty palms on your thick thighs as you got up and went to the door. The lock beeped, the mechanics whirring, as Stunna opened the door.

Seeing you standing here, posing, he stopped for a moment with a smile on his face. “Uh, damn,” he breathed, taking in your sexy form. You felt amazing under his gaze, reading the truth of his lust in his dark eyes. 

He still wore the burgundy suit and he had to turn to fit into your doorframe. Standing next to him, you did have to crane your head a bit, as you looked into his eyes. He bit his lip as he made a show of looking you up and down.

Everywhere he looked, you felt like a physical caress on your skin. You felt exposed even though you were covering the good bits. “Look at you looking so pretty. All of this for me?” He asked.

You nodded. “Don’t you know that you shouldn’t play with strangers?” He asked.

You grinned and shook your head. “I couldn’t help it,” you admitted. Shocked to find that it was the absolute truth. You truly couldn’t help it. You needed this man in the worst way. An ache burrowed into your core, leaving you feeling needy and desperate. 

He walked further into the room, taking one look around. He looked down, looking at your breasts and he licked his lips. “Get down on them knees,” he commanded.

You were on fire. Burning incessantly. Waves and waves of heat moving up and down your spine. You slowly got to your knees, bending down while looking him in the eyes. He smirked. “I’m clean, but I’d understand if you didn’t want to,” he said.

“I invited you up here, remember?” You asked. You fell completely to your knees, the plush carpet like heaven on your knees. 

“You can say stop at any time,” he said. 

Your teeth bit your bottom lip, kneel-walking closer to him. You looked up. You really had to crane your neck now. Your hands worked at his button and zipper, freeing the growing bulge between his legs. Your eyes widened. You knew that he’d be big but…he had an impressive dick print, filling out his dark briefs in the best way.

He had strong thighs, a dusting of hair on his legs. You pushed his pants down further, running your nails softly against his dick. He hissed, rolling his neck. “I can use my words,” you said. 

“That right? What else that mouth do then?” He took off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the nearby chair. He loosened his tie more, unbuttoning the second button on his shirt, and then rolled up his sleeves. He revealed his forearms, strong powerful works of art. 

You grinned and buried your face in his bulge, running your nose across the thick length. His fingers caressed your forehead, cheek, and chin. You moved to push down his briefs, dragging down his thighs and salivating at the thought of fitting him in your mouth. 

You could feel your essence gathering between your thighs, pussy aching and throbbing, begging to be played with. His dick sprang free, bouncing, as it waved in your face. He was incredibly huge. How were you going to fit him all in? 

You’d have to use both hands to satisfy this man. You looked at him as you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Stunna grabbed his dick, tapping the tip against your tongue and moaning at the sight. 

You wrapped your lips around his length, suckling him down. He groaned, hands gripping the base of your neck and pulling you closer, taking him deeper. “Fuck, just like that. Get it nice and wet for your pussy,” he moaned.

You cried, picturing just that nasty image. You slobbered on him. Suckling and retreating, bobbing up and down, slurping and moaning. Hands massaging his shaft where your lips couldn’t reach. Stunna groaned as you sucked him off, grabbing a fistful of your braids. 

You cried, placing your hands on his thighs for leverage. It turned you on more and more, hearing his hisses and groans, knowing that he was fully clothed while you were not. He gripped your braids tighter, lifting an eyebrow at you.

You nodded, answering his silent question. Yes, you were alright. Yes, you were getting excited with the way he made sure you felt comfortable. Whatever this man wanted, you were willing to move heaven and earth to achieve it. 

“Fuck, this mouth is perfect. Damn girl, suck it like you own it. That’s all yours right there,” he moaned, encouraging you. You spat on his dick, suckling him back down. 

“You want it real nice and wet for that pussy, don’t you?” He asked. You nodded, gulping him down as far as you were able. 

Stunna jerked and twitched, abruptly pulling himself out of your mouth. You whined, leaning forward to try to suck him back in. “You keep doing that, I’ma bust,” he said and chuckled. 

“I want you to,” you said and pouted. You had no clue how he knew. How he knew what to say or how to treat you. How easy it was to surrender. No fight, no battle, no war to be won. You saw this man and you wanted. 

You wanted him in the worst way. And all it took was a little boldness on your part. A little shove in the right direction. A little clear and decisive action. Sliding your keycard to him was the wildest thing ever. Stuff of stories somewhere in the blogosphere. But here you were, catering to a man who knew what to do.

There was no coaching. No training. No room for you to argue and hassle over how to handle your body. Guys treated sex like they were lord and master over a woman’s body. As if you hadn’t spent your entire life with it. Every bump, mole, or scratch on you was accounted for. You knew your body best. So why wouldn’t a guy listen to how best to please you? 

None of that arrogance was present in Stunna. He eyed you like you were a goddess. Like there were curves and rolls that he wanted to explore, he just wasn’t sure where first. 

He held out his hands and helped you stand up. He grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a quick, bruising kiss. You gasped into his mouth, allowing his tongue to sweep in and explore your mouth. Your tongues dueled and danced, twirling and circling. He moaned as he sucked on your lips, tugging, feeling an answering tug in your pussy. 

You were dripping, absolutely ruining your panties. His hands caressed your shoulders, moving down your sides, and finally cupping your ass. He made a deep groaning sound, squeezing your ass and separating your cheeks just because he could. 

“Let me see how wet you are for me,” he said. He guided you to the bed, pulling on the middle of your panties. His knuckle brushed your wet heat and you gasped, looking at him.

He kept that same intense look in his eyes, staring at you while you moaned and whined. He bit his lip, watching you. Watching every sigh, every grimace, every jerk of your body. 

“How wet that pussy get?” He asked. He continued to rub his knuckle up and down your slit. You grew wetter under his attention, oozing your essence in slow waves. Your teeth were chattering, clicking as you felt your tummy getting tighter.

You gripped onto his forearm, squeezing and feeling his tendons move as he played with your pussy. He opened his hand, fingers swirling around your clit. Fuck, you were on fire. Burning and burning with no end to the suffering. 

“S-Stunna,” you stuttered. 

“Oh, say it again,” he growled, voice deep and commanding respect. 

“S-Stunna, fuck! Oh my god, oh my god,” you moaned. 

“Mhm, loud and clear, baby,” he moaned.

You moaned louder, letting him know verbally that he was doing something very well. He dipped his middle two fingers in your pussy and you leaned off of the bed, clutching his forearm. He grabbed your wrist with his free hand, pinning it to the bed near your head.

“Keep that shit down, fuck you fighting for?” He asked. “Let that shit go. Let it all go. Let the bullshit go and come get yours,” he said.

“Yes, sir, yes, sir,” you moaned, choppy, ragged sounds escaping you. You focused on your orgasm, teased it to the front as you thought about this gorgeous man bringing you pleasure. How he seemed to be a figment of your imagination.

Something your mind conjured up, surely. There was no way he could be this perfect. This focused on your pleasure. He used this thumb to press on your clit. And like a bottle rocket, you were off. Screaming your pleasure and entering the upper atmosphere. You couldn’t breathe, clutching the sheets and bringing it to tuck under your neck as you exploded on his fingers.

Stunna cooed, watching you. “So fucking pretty. So fucking good cumming all over these fingers. Fuck, I could watch you all day and night,” he groaned. “Pussy nice and fucking juicy.” 

He got to his knees, grabbing your thighs while you were momentarily out of it. You squealed as he pulled your ass off of the bed, moving your panties to the side, and then sealing his lips to your pussy.

“Oh, fuck! Stunna! Right there!” You screamed, hands flying to the back of his neck and holding on. Stunna planted his hands on your thighs and pushed, nearly folding you in half. There was pressure on your lower back, legs too thick to hold up on their own, even with his assistance.

You hooked your arms under your legs to hold them open, getting back into the groove of his tongue lapping at your juices. There were lewd, sucking noises as he ate you out. His tongue was big enough for slow circles that touched your clit and your entrance. Round and round he went, getting you worked up to the point that you couldn’t hold yourself proper anymore. You just wanted to collapse, to give in to the dying star in your heart as it wanted to blast you into pieces. Scatter you across the universe to drift endlessly. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered. 

“Wet ass pussy. Can suck on this shit all night,” Stunna moaned, continuing to eat you out. It was official. Stunna ruined you for all others. No one else would be able to take you to such heights. Multiple times? You were turning into liquid jelly all at the masterful way he commanded your body. 

Stunna wiggled his tongue back and forth over your pussy, dipping his long tongue into your entrance before returning to your clit and becoming ruthless. He flicked his tongue faster and faster. Your tummy fluttered, getting tighter, twisting, toes curling.

“Look at me, pretty,” he demanded.

You whined as you looked to him for help. Stunna smirked. He watched you as he slobbered over your pussy, adding to your juices, and making your thighs slick. You caressed Stunna’s head, scratching his scalp.

Stunna moaned as you found a good spot, and he started to gyrate like he was already fucking into you. His arm jerked as you assumed he finally took himself into his own hands, tugging on his meat with a frenzied jerk. 

You came first, exploding on his tongue while screaming his name and shaking and twitching. Your eyes rolled back into your head, body shivering, light shooting behind your eyelids. 

“Stunna, Stunna, Stunna,” you hyperventilated. You needed mercy. You needed to tap out. But fuck, you were trying to make it to the finish line. Trying to be good so you could get a taste of that dick deep within your walls. You needed to get stretched out and disrespected. 

Stunna moaned as you shook on your way down from your orgasm. He wrapped up eating you out, slowing down, fewer and fewer licks. You were sensitive, twitching with every stroke of his tongue. 

“Stunna, please,” you rasped.

Stunna chuckled, standing up and wiping his dripping mouth. He smoothed your juices into his beard, letting you soak all of it. You licked your lips as you looked at him between half-lidded eyes. 

“Time to put in work, pretty,” he said. “You still with me?”

You nodded. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had,” you said. You were beyond feeling ashamed admitting that. You’d had some satisfying lays. Some not so much. But nothing, nothing, nothing compared to Stunna. That sexy smile. That deep voice. His natural manliness that only made you want to serve him. To give him whatever he wanted. To be his free use little whore who took his big dick whenever he needed to empty his balls. 

Stunna grinned, leaning over your overheated body. He kissed you. You tasted and smelled yourself on him. It only fueled you to gyrate against him. So needy already. He had been rocking your world all night and here you were begging for me. He hadn’t come once. Selfish, selfish, and yet, you continued to writhe your body against his. Silently pleading for him to go ahead and take you. 

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that? Perfect,” he whispered against your lips and went right back to kissing you. He kissed you like he ate you out, sloppy, desperate, and like it gave him absolute pleasure to feel your lips on his. 

Stunna stood up, and loosened the rest of his tie and slipped it over his head. He tossed it onto the floor and then went to work on his shirt, going through the buttons with unparalleled speed. He took the shirt off and you gasped, eyes widening to take in all of him.

He had an amazing, thick body. Broad shoulders. Lean hips. Legs for days. His chest rose and fell as he smirked, taking off his shoes, pants and briefs in one fell swoop. He snatched up his pants, pulling out his wallet and then pulling out a condom. You loved a prepared man. 

He took his time rolling the latex down his huge dick. You watched it glide further and further down to his base. He stepped back into the heat of your body, grabbing your hips to line you up properly. 

Stunna caressed your lips, thumb running across your kiss-swollen lips. “You can tell me to stop at any time,” he said. 

“I know,” you whispered and nodded, giving him that clear permission to do what needed done. 

Stunna grabbed his base and then guided himself inside, groaning at how you instantly gripped his dick. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. Fuck, he was gorgeous. His mouth hung open as he concentrated on your pussy, on fitting as much of him inside as he was able. 

He pulled out when he met resistance, plunging back in and getting deeper. He repeated the motion, letting you get used to his size. You pushed at his stomach. Not that you wanted him to stop. But fuck, you needed to hold onto something before you came apart at the seams. 

You took him more easily, all the prepwork well worth it. “Oh, oh, oh fuck,” you cried, sounds getting higher in pitch as he started to increase his strokes.

His hips moved in a roll, fucking into you. He gripped your hips, squeezing, punishing, as he continued on, slamming into your walls with enough force to shake the bed. He groaned as he found a deep rhythm, jackhammering inside your pussy. 

He moved his arms to brace himself on the bed, pushing your legs up in the process. You whimpered, looking at him. It was too much. Fuck, it was too much. And yet, it was not enough. Not nearly enough. 

“Oh Stunna, oh baby, oh fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back against the mattress as you lost yourself to the throes of ecstasy. 

Stunna groaned. “Say it louder, pretty,” he said. He fucked and fucked, dropping his face to your chest and suckling your nipple through your bra. There was a wet heat on your chest but it wasn’t on your skin and it was driving you wild. You cried and begged, no longer aware of what you were saying.

You could be begging for the nastiest shit and you wouldn’t fucking know it. Not while he was hitting it so well. Not when he made sure to take care of you. He bit your nipple and pulled. 

Pressure built in your lower tummy, churning and twisting, until you gripped onto his shoulders and cried out again. This one had to be worse than the last. You whimpered as your left leg shook violently, spasms piercing your leg. Your choppy whine made you scrunch up and start crying, the orgasm too much for you. Feeling too good, to the point of pain. 

Stunna gripped your throat, hard enough to mean business, but light enough that you could escape if you wanted. You moaned, eyes in the back of your skull once more. “Squeezing my shit. You’re doing so well, pretty. So well. Pussy so juicy. So wet,” he moaned as he finally let himself go.

His tortured moan was music to your ears, face slack in relief, as his dick pulsed and throbbed inside. He felt even bigger, stretching you, splitting you open. 

Your harsh breaths matched his as he leaned to the side, on his elbow, while he slowly softened inside. You rubbed his shoulders and his back, almost ashamed of the scratches you must have left there. Soft enough, he pulled out with a choked moan. 

He kissed your skin, kissed your neck, leaving hot wet kisses up to your lips. He gave you a sweet, tender kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. 

You were spent. Blissed out. Fucked to within an inch of your life. All you could do was stare in a daze at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck just happened. Sure, you were there for the festivities, but you were at a loss. There were no thoughts in your head. No swirling, lingering worries about the conference or the lecture you had to give tomorrow. 

Stunna returned to the room, running a warm washcloth between your legs. You whimpered and slapped at his arm.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You made such a mess, pretty,” he cooed as he cleaned you up, flipping the washcloth and rubbing down your thighs as well. You felt so cherished. So in tune with him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Stunna chuckled. “No, thank you. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else,” he said. 

“Me neither,” you gushed and smiled. 

You couldn’t believe that your ho phase was starting at your big age but you were here for it. Here for more chances like this. You’d likely never see him again, long distance relationships never working out for anyone. You were too greedy. Too needy. You wanted to climb underneath whoever you were with and never come up for air. You couldn’t do that if the guy was halfway across the country. 

“Give me a minute or two to recover. I’m currently paralyzed,” you said and huffed a laugh.

Stunna laughed. He climbed onto the bed and helped you sit up further. You remained on your bed, staring up at him. He laid on his side, head on his hand and leaning against his elbow. He used his right hand to trail his fingers up and down your body, creating a lazy figure 8 pattern.

You talked well into the night, learning more and more about each other’s interests. You moved from video games, to books, to movies. When your yawns became too frequent, barely able to keep your eyes open, Stunna kissed both of your eyelids and ordered you to get under the covers.

He scooted in behind you after turning off the light. “I can leave if you want me to,” he offered.

You wiggled your ass against his front, dick fitting into the crook of your ass. He was huge even at rest. You sighed in deep contentment, snuggling into his heated chest. “Stay. I got plans for you,” you said.

Stunna chuckled and got more comfortable, pulling you into his body. He sighed as well, flexing his hand over your belly in a possessive way that made your heart skip. 

“Well, then, I have to stick around for these plans. Sneak peak?” He asked.

Your answering snores let him know that you were gone, off in dreamland. He chuckled and kissed your forehead, whispering good night and sending a quiet prayer to the universe, thanking it for bringing you to him. 

The end.

There's more Stunna! The Secret Big Stunna Files

[lv-iceprince]

Yyyeeeeahhhhhh I'll spare you but here's my treat ... write me something angsty and hot with this sunghoon 😮‍💨.... I BEGGGG YOUUUUUU I'M GOING FERAL .. 😖🤚🤌💅😭

Is it that obvious that I'm wrecked by him, this is worse than me reading yours.

You caught me in a whole mood, drinking strawberry milk and simping for literally any male idol.

So deal. I'll complete some ships for Gigi, then you know what you get a whole fic. I was going to write something short here, but for this idea it has to be a whole fic. So vibe check. This sunghoon is giving MC Sunghoon x yn, cliche tutor/need gone bad and horny sunghoon x reader or man we can make this sinful and go with older brothers best friend who has a corruption kink and wants to get with his friends younger sister. Or last bit of sinning, a very enemies with benefits, just hooking for the sake of it fic where they both work at a movie theatre and he's like the manager and you hate each other but also, is that the buttered popcorn or you that's making my mouth water.

Sooooo choose a trope and I got you hunty 💖🍑👌

[kpopaussieline]

Moots as emojis?

Ooh I've seen this! Okay, okay

♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡

@un06 - (🦋) One, because it's your profile pic ㅠㅠ But also you're really sweet and bubbly when I talk to you, so I feel like it suits

@coffee-addict-kitten - (🧁) I didn't know what to put ㅠㅠ But we get along well and you're so nice so have a cupcake

@saturdayssvillain - (💃) I feel like it sums up your energy, plus we use it a lot just casually in our messages 💀

@heeslomll - (😈) You're so lovely but you just give off devil emoji vibes in the best way possible

@heeslut4life - (🌸) I don't really talk to you :( but for some reason 'pink flower' is coming to mind 🤷‍♀️

@beenbaanbuun - (🐇)This one is self-explanatory. I think you'd be disappointed in me if I didn't put a bunny 😄

♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡❦♡

[inkymoonbunny]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

Thanks for the ask! 🥰 So the music I've been listening to lately has mostly been what makes me think of tiefling Astarion and OC Flare in Brand Blood.

Moonlight by The Weather Station - this is *the* Astarion pinning for love song

Serenade of Water by Men I Trust - I listen to this when I write scenes of Flare & Astarion exploring intimacy

Devil by Standfast - another intimacy song, but getting lost and drowning in it

Amber by Maria BC - for the angst

Bloom by The Paper Kites - Astarion thinking about Flare

And one last bonus song for how this fic ends 😈:

The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil

[soft-persephone]

I will forever love you.

Summer Fanfics - Nerdie’s Fanfic Picks Volume 8

All fanfics on this list are for readers age 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they're there so you know what's in them. YOU are in charge of your own reading experience!

Fics I read from June through the beginning of August, I tried to capture as many of them as I could, but my memory is like Swiss cheese. I usually tag them with (#nerdie fic rec) though.

1. Farris Wheel - @ghotifishreads (Joel Miller)

2. finger paint - @sin-djarin (Dieter Bravo)

3. Columbia - @wheresarizona (Marcus Acacius)

4. Make Me - @magpiepills (Lucian Flores)

5. Trick or Treat - @morallyinept (Frankie/Dave York/Joel Miller - Dark fic)

6. Wild and Unruly - @clawdeewritesfanfic (Joel Miller)

7. I wish that I was good enough - @iamasaddie (Javier Peña)

8. Stitch me where it bleeds - @megamindsecretlair (Choso -JJK)

9. A Glimpse of Eternity - @gasolinerainbowpuddles (Marcus Acacius)

10. love’s a weed: Frankie is the centerfold @tinytinymenace (Frankie Morales)

11. Soar - @morallyinept (Javier Gutierrez)

12. Tempered in the Fire Series - @ladamedusoif (Din Djarin)

13. Pistachio Pea - @morallyinept (Javier Peña)

14. Writing Club - @soft-persephone (Jake Johnson)

15. In Another Lifetime - @inept-the-magnificent (Marcus Acacius)

16. Sweet Tooth - @magpiepills (Javier Peña)

17. Twinkle - @morallyinept (Frankie Morales)

18. Chasing Fall - @inept-the-magnificent (Frankie Morales)

19. The Sound of His Voice - @lis-likes-fics (Spencer Reid)

20. Mini Skirt - @pedroshotwifey (Javier Peña)

21. The guest room - @milla-frenchy (Tim Rockford)

22. be cruel to me, ‘cause I’m a fool for you - @joelsgreenflannel (Frankie Morales)

23. No Solo Riders - @missredherring (Dieter Bravo)

24. Guiding Light - @mermaidgirl30 (Marcus Acacius)

25. Punto De Perder Part 2 - @fhatbhabiee (Frankie Morales)

26. Winston’s Sister - @soft-persephone (Jake Johnson)

27. Sweet Taste of Revenge - @frenchiereading (Oberyn Martell)

28. A Guide to Proper Communication/Best He Could Do (Totally Intentional) - @soft-persephone (Jake Johnson)

29. Pink Interface - @milkypompon (Nathan Bateman)

30. So Much Goddam Talkin’ - @stargirlfics (Joel Miller)

31. Punto De Perder - @fhatbhabiee (Frankie Morales)

Please check out the fics and their author’s masterlists. 🥰 Don’t forget to reblog and comment if you really enjoy their work. 💜

[everyonewooeverywhere]

Go on anon and let your moots figure you out by 5 — 10 emojis/emoticons!

🩷✨️🎀🫠💗😫💀😈

kiki you think you’re so scary with that little devil emoji don’t you

i’m kidding i love you 💗

[galaxycatdrawz]

About Me!

@writingforstraykids created this for me ↑

You can call me Galactic/Azrael, or Az for short!

'97 Liner

[Trans]- Male

He/They Pronouns

Not a Minor Safe Blog (plenty of NSFW)

Most of my Moots are too nice or don't like conflict, so I will be blunt in their place(s)

If you do not have an age in your bio and/or a profile pic, I will most likely block you

I am not responsible for anything you come across on my blog, if you don't like something then you can blacklist the tag(s) and posts so you don't see them. I will block people if I don't like their content and/or demeanor.

I don't post my own content as of yet, but I may in the future. If you would like to see content that I have co-written as the little devil in someone brain, go check out @writingforstraykids, we have 2 Collab series so far!

[Blue name means we're currently matching]

[Purple Names are apart of #Meanie Moots 😈]

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[abracazabka]

Hockey ask pt 2 bc I had this idea of Johnny ending up as a lifetime Devils player and by the time his contract his up and he can choose to sign or not, some reporter asks him if he will resign and he kind of looks at Daniel who's now like 30 and he thinks of how they've known each other since they were kids and they've known both the prettiest and ugliest parts of each other and is like, "You kidding? They'd have to pry me out of Jersey with a crowbar."

And Daniel watches the interview later and he's like, "Knew Jersey was better than New York." but the argument is so old and it doesn't even matter so Johnny's like, "Guess it grew on me." and by it he means Daniel.

Sorry for the long and hyperspecific ask asldfkj

AHHHHHH IM SOOOO AJDJWKFKECKEKDN AHHHHHH I TRY TO KEEP A SOMEWHAT SANE PERSONA ON SOCIAL MEDIA BUT AHHHHH IM SO INSANE ABOUT THIS!!!!

Interviews in general are one of my favorite means of storytelling in fan works because they force characters to face themselves but also add a barrier between them and their love interest so there's this tension and AHHHH

with your first ask my answer seemed a bit lacking because tumblr deleted my responses three times!!! so that was kind of a summary, but I said in a previous version that Johnny would say stupid shit about Jersey in interviews and get into fights all over the place, but that it and Daniel would grow on him. SO WE ARE ON THE SAME PAGE HEHEHE despite you clearly knowing more about hockey than me LMAO.

ough God them growing together, being on a team together to witness the good and bad, the insanity and the intimacy, OUGH! God that dialogue you wrote between them really is driving me insane because that is so very Daniel, so very Johnny.

Yes there's the barrier of an interviewer being there but also, Johnny just has these reservations despite being a strike first guy! Oh, Daniel, please PLEASE I am begging you to look into your teammate's eyes and see that he means YOU have grown on him. and you're not kids anymore and you should think about the future (the sports journalism scandal in the making about you two being lovers, of course)

I also talked about New Yorker Johnny in a response tumblr deleted. It was mostly in the lens of making fun of him for still being a baby about the cold despite being a New Yorker and a hockey player (and I was talking about Daniel keeping him warm, WHATEVER HAHA) but I mention New Yorker Johnny because of what you said about him becoming so attached to New Jersey.

A moot and I simply love shoving Johnny into Newark especially, because the LaRussos are there! If Johnny really does become a fixture in the Devils team and Daniel and Johnny grow to appreciate and depend on each other after the rocky, often bloody start, I'm sure the LaRussos get to watch Daniel and Johnny cutely play ice hockey at local rinks (heavily bundled up with their famous faces hidden by scarves of course) when Johnny inevitably follows Daniel back home like a lost puppy.

There is something in me that always goes fucking nuts when Johnny finds a place of belonging. He is my special guy and I love torturing him but not more than I love tenderly placing him in a loving environment. New Jersey fights him and he fights it, but ultimately he fits into the state and the team and into a role where he and Daniel are so so very close. Ahhh!!!

Though, Johnny still argues the merits of New York over Jersey. He takes Daniel all the time, even if they probably end up living in Jersey...together 😈 hehehe when they retire and the world's a little kinder, they will be the cutest famous couple, I'm telling you. Yeah I'm jumping the gun with the ~romance~ but whatever, sue me. I'm crazy about them.

Thank you anon!!! Who knew hockey could make Johnny into a New Jersey boy? I'm indebted to you. <3

[thekittyburger]

Ahh tysm for the tag!! Love frogs

Pov: me watching the same red dwarf episode I watch all the time still being shocked by plot twists

Tagging @ramblingstaylorsversion @celery505 @mystrothedefender and anyone else who wants to join! No pressure :)

froggy picrew chain!!

I was tagged by @athelstan-anglecyning

here is link

ta da!

I could scream for hours about that guy but I won't because I need to tag people

@airlocksandaviaries @distinguished-coffee-grounds @thekittyburger @felipe-kuso @isindismay (I normally tag you in writer stuff but you might like this too) + that one new follower that keeps liking my posts whose url I can't remember but hi! + anyone else

[megamindsecretlair]

Nerdie: I’ve learned that maybe there don’t need to be three dudes in here. Maybe just one.

Terry: That’s a good choice Miss Nerdie. Mega’s only going to the one.

Nerdie: …You don’t need to call me Miss.

Terry: Yes ma’am.

Nerdie: *rolls her eyes* Had to be a smart-ass. Anyway, however you want to-

Gojo: Nerdie-chan! How could you not invite me to see my sweet Mega?! And why is this dude here? He with you? *shrugs and points at Terry who crosses his arms* So serious big man. You’re wound tighter than a vacuum-sealed sirloin.

Nerdie: Ah Satoru, you don’t need to be here for this. She’s got Terry on the brain currently.

Gojo: She can keep him on the brain. Mega will have something else in her real soon. *snickers and puts his hands im his pockets, stares at Terry by letting his shades slip down his nose*

Terry: That’s up to Mega isn’t it? Let her decide.

Gojo: Sure thing cargo pants. Mega dear! Come tell us what you want or rather which you want!

Nerdie: I am so sorry girl. *tip toes away*

Always with the tough ones!!!!!!

Terry deff wins, sadly, because ...he's so damn pretty it hurts 😩😩🙌🏽

Look at that faaaace 😩😩😩🥹

However 👀 I do have something brewing for Gojo. 👀 may or may not be related to a certain yakuza world im building 🤫😈

[anpcreates]

Is it bad I have the need to share my most recent #sketch/#art/#artwork of my #original #webcomic and #biblical #oc #OTP #ship with everyone of my #ocs #Lucifer / #Satan (obviously in #devil form 😩🤌🏻) & #ArchangelMichael (in human form 😉 ) being #cute and #cuddly together? Yes I ship the devil with archangel Michael, fight me 1 v 1 mate. 💪🏻

Mika (Michael) loves his Lu (he canonly refers to him as "Lui Darling") 💖😭 my heeeeart. I love however I was able to do a pose making Lu look devilish hugging and grabbing around Mika, despite he means only genuine affection. He hates being in devil form but is comfortable and trusts Michael enough to go balls to the wall devil to snuggle up to Mika 🥺😭💖

These two help me sustain living. My shiiiiiiip I love them so much ...help me-

ALSO

HEY

IF YOU READ THIS ALL THIS FAR DONT STOP, IM ACTIVELY LOOKING FOR #artmoots / #moots / #artmutuals / #mutuals / #artsupport / #artistsupport ! Follow and help me here and on my other sites like BlueSky, X, and deviantART? I'll gladly follow and support you back 💪🏻😉😎😀🤗😭💖

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[sinpiesinpie]

yOU FOLLOWED ME??? AAAAAAAAH

Ofc! 🥺😂🥰

[kendrick-harlow]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @mistystarshine​. My own personal devil-on-the-shoulder! 😝 😈Thanks!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd Campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Drop the Shovel (We Won’t Need the Grave)

Veg Cookbook

DabiHawks Vampire AU - Sequel - 4

Shigaraki is a Vestige

(Most of these are guessable because they have previous parts and/or some chapters posted already.)

Tagging @draphrawrites @lurkerwithcomputer​

Gonna break the rules because I’m out of writing moots, lol.

(Also, for those who don’t know, my AO3 is being split into two accounts: Kendrick_H and Kendrick_H_but_spicy. Decided to divide up my explicit and non-explicit works. Kendrick_H is non-explicit, Kendrick_H_but_spicy is explicit.)

[soft-persephone]

You wake up in a forest. It is night time and practically pitch dark. You can't see your hand in front of you type of dark. There are crickets chirping, birds humming, and a shift of a leaf every few moments.

You get to your feet, urged by panic and fear that you don't know how you got there and you don't know who or what brought you there. You must move. NOW.

You move through this forest, the trees getting lighter the further you walk. The trees are less dense, allowing the moonlight to filter in. A wolf howls in the distance, echoing, and letting you know that you're not alone.

You come upon a clearing that's actually a fork in the trees. One on side, there's Jake Johnson as Nick Miller. His plaid shirt is a bit torn and he looks like he's scared. He's waving to you to come closer, to hurry, to pull you close. He's begging you to run to him. You take a step forward but on the other side of the fork, there's Jake Johnson as Doug from the Minx.

He's waiting beside a car, tapping the hood of the car, urging you to come on. He has blood on his shirt and his face is bruised. His eyes widen, shaking, as he pleads and pleads for you to join him.

Why are they scared 👀 howd you get there 👀 who you gonna pick 👀

(This can be a fic or just an ask, wherever your heart takes you 👀)

This is so bizarre! I had to read it like 15 times to understand what is going on and what the question even is.

You are a fucking menace!

Here,🙄

Your head was pounding. Your heart racing.

You could barely see or hear, but you stumbled after Nick. He wasn’t too far ahead of you. You had to beg him to run while he could. It would be harder for this thing to kill you both.

He was driving you both home from your camping trip.

His dad had always promised to take him, and you had never been.

It was perfect, but on this full mooned night something ran out in front of the car. Something big and hair with fangs, unstuarlky large and grotesque.

The car flipped. Everything happened so fast yet so slow, holding onto one another, you and Nick feared for the worst.

Both of you bleeding, so so much.

“Get up,” Nick grabbed onto you, attempting to pull you out the car, “you have to get up now!” He pleaded.

“No, I’ll play dead. He’ll probably leave me alone and it will buy you some time.”

“No, it—“

“Nick, go!”

A tear running down his cheek, he kissed you on the forehead and then ran.

It thought you were dead like you predicted, but sir some reason it didn’t go straight after him.

Sisterly it smelled the trail of blood, but while it wondered off in some direction, you closed your eyes tight and waited.

Once it was silent, You shimmied out of your sweet. Falling to the roof of the car put your seatbelt.

You swallowed of cry of pain as you fell on the glass. Your right foot felt a little funny, but it was enough to keep going.

You shifted through the trees, remembering what Nick taught you, you followed the trees and how thick they were can lead to more spread out trees. You followed the pattern until it got clearer and clearer, meeting a fork and a large pool of blood at your feet, you saw him.

But it wasn’t just him.

There was another man, in a late 60s style Roll’s Royce and a suit to match. Long thick hair s beard, there was winching familiar about him.

He was just as beat up and bloody as you and Nick.

Nick’s clothes were all ripped up.

His eyes scanning the trees frantically. You waved your arms in the air, and he gave you a tired pathetic smile of relief.

He waved back, calling your name.

“Come on! I think there’s a service station not far from here. We could get help!”

You took a step towards him, but that’s when the other man called out your name, insistently tapping his car.

His brow furrowed with worry as you started walking towards Nick.

“Sweetheart, where are you going?” He called after you, “I got the engine fixed, we need to hurrry and get out of here before that thing gets back!”

You put a hand to your head. Was this guy even real or in your head.

Nick called your name again. You shook your head and began to follow, but then the other man called.

Their voices alike, started blending into one another. Instead of two voices you began hearing one.

“Nick I thinks something wrong. I keep seeing—“

A howl filled the air.

“Baby, we gotta go!”

You started running. Your vision started blurring and the fork started to looo like one path. Nick and this other guy started to overlap.

Once you finally made it into his arms you cried out in pain.

“My ankle. I think something wrong with my ankle.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll go straight into the hospital.” He rushed you towards the car.

You wanted to stop. To freeze, but your need to get way from the monster first was too strong.

“W-who are you?” Your teeth were clattering. From the fear of the monster or what this could possibly means you don’t know.

As he sped away, his eyebrows drew together. He ran a hand through his hair and you fight the urge to follow it with your own.

Could Nick’s hair grow just as long as this stranger’s who looked just like him?

He said your name with a frown.

“What are you talking about? Did that thing hit your head in the accident too hard?” His voice rose up again in a way you were familiar with, but it wasn’t as high pitched and anxiety inducing as Nick’s. It was much warmer and firmer. Like he might hurt somebody about it.

You swallowed.

“It’s me, Doug,” his fingers tapped nervously on the wheel a bit, “Doug Renetti. Douglass” he added with a chuckle.

“But you already know no one calls me that.”

Doug Renetti, I choose you!!! (Pokemon trainer voice)

[soft-persephone]

Stroke my ego! Please, go on!

However , I’ve watched this show at least 200 times, I should be getting his voice and tone right. 😭

Jokes aside, thank you. It’s literally my favorite thing to hear.

Hangover at a Bookstore

Doug Renetti x Fem!Reader

T // WC: 2.2k // fluff. first encounters. love at first sight // masterlist

Doug was. . . Somewhere. 

He put the heel of his hand against his head. The other he used to block out the sun from his eyes as he walked. 

He needed to stop drinking. 

Not completely, but it was time to stop letting it get on top of him. It was almost a problem, so he shouldn’t have to self correct too much. 

A few people were walking up to him for a laugh and a farewell. 

“Alright,” he smiled, clasping someone’s hand and giving a quick pat on the back, “yeah, see you tomorrow.”

They were never going to see each other again, but that’s what you do when walking out of random bars at who knows what time the next day. 

He needed to find his car. 

Jingling his keys in his pocket, he continued on his quest. 

Right turn it is. He has time. 

It was at the end of the block. Lucky him. 

He pulled out a cig, lighting it as he made his way down to curb the headache. 

Before he could even pull at the door of his car, he saw you walk by. Your nose deep into a book as you walked along the street. Your hair was big and curly but not too big, framing your face perfectly. The sun casts a dewy glow on your skin. Your jeans fit your body just right in all the right places. He didn’t get a good look at your shirt or the rest of you, the jacket you so stylishly wore, kept the rest of you hidden as well as the knitted bag you carried on your shoulder. 

He put out the cigarette, stomping on it. With a quick  look at his reflection in the car window, he ran a hand through his hair, a just as quick breath into the palm of his hand, and an even quicker sniff under his arm, he followed you.  

Keeping at a pace where he could see you but not close enough for you to notice him. 

It was too early for a lot of people to be about. Just old married couples making their way to a quick Saturday breakfast, plenty of time to beat the morning rush. There might have been a pastry shop somewhere around here that just flipped the open/close  sign on its door. 

Where could you be going?

The eyebrows on your head scrunched together before you looked up. Apparently satisfied, you continued walking, and reading. Determined to continue with whatever story you were lost in just as much as you were with getting to your destination. 

He paused, stalling at the corner of someplace as you crossed the street. 

He watched as you finally put the book in the bag at your shoulder and walked into a shop. 

The sign was worn but he could figure out one of the words on the window spelled books. 

A bookshop.

He grinned and made his way across the street and into the shop. 

The little bell jingled above his head. 

He  gave the clerk a  quick nod. He didn’t wait for their polite response as he usually would. He’s  too anxious to find you. 

The isles were close and crammed together, the smell of the store was diary dusty and papery, but not a paper paper smell like Tina’s Family's stationary shop. It smelled like whatever it smells like when a bunch of books in a room. 

Shouldering his way into one particular isle, he could see you on the other side. 

As if by fate, a book he’d already read was staring at him from above. He grabbed it and made his way in front of you. 

You were so enamored with looking at the books on your side, you didn’t notice him. 

“You should read this one,” he stuck it out from between the shelves, “it’s really good.”

You bewilderedly blink before letting out a surprised laugh, but the smile on your face was oh so worth it as you looked at the book and back to him.

“What? Who is that? Why would I read a book about,” you grabbed it, scanning over the back and then the front, “a coach of some sport?” 

“Well that's just rude,” he quickly made his way over to you, more than aware of the fact that he didn’t know what to do with his arms. Should he lean against the shelf? What if it  falls?. “It’s my favorite, and you should know better than to judge a book by its cover.”

He put one hand in his pocket and pointed towards the book with his other hand. 

“Well excuse my surprise,” you smiled at the book and looked back up at him, but thinning your lips, just a tad to hide it from him, but he saw it the first time. He’d make you smile at him for real next time, “I just don’t typically go for memoirs or biography-self-help-life-books from basketball?” You flipped the book over, “football coaches?”

“I’m not helping you out with that one. I guess you’ll have to read it.”

You tapped your fingers on the book. Still trying to hide that smile. God, he needed you to stop doing that. 

“Well, if you really want me to read it. I think you should sell me on it better. I just. . . “ you put a finger on your chin, “I don’t think it sounds like something I’d be interested in. I’m not sure.”

You push the book back into his chest with a thud. The sound resounded around the little shop. 

He could work with that. 

“It’s not the sports that makes this book worth reading or about the team he coaches, whatever kind of team that may be,” he slyly added, making you bite your lip with a nod, “but about the drive.”

“The drive?” You animatedly interrupted with a rose eyebrow. You were really listening to him. He grinned. 

“Yes, the drive, the work ethic, the grind, doing what it takes to stay the best.”

You huffed out a laugh.

“And what’s so funny about that.” He crossed his arms as you picked up a book before putting  it back down.

“I don’t think I need a book about moxy and hustle.”

“Well I very much think you do,” something about that made you laugh. It wasn’t a full laugh like he wanted, but you were smiling now, not hiding it, and it was because of him. He chuckled with you, “everyone needs some more hustle in them.”

“Keep telling me about the book.” 

So he went on and on, giving you  his best pitch.  Probably the greatest pitch he’s ever had all week, and the hardest, but he got you. 

“If I read this book will you leave me alone.” So it wasn’t the best sale, but it was a sale. He could still be proud of it. 

“Debatable,” he said without hesitation, “but if you have to give me a book to read, we’ll call it even.” 

“Okay,” you held out your hands towards him, “Wait here.”

He rolled back and forth on the balls of his feet. More than aware of the watch on his wrist and how he’s had it for years. The lone old and pathetic ring on his right pinkie, barely shining. He needed to get it cleaned, polished or something. His frumpled polo and the wrinkles at the ankles of his pants. 

Did he still smell like yesterday?

“Here.” You gingerly placed the book into his outstretched hands. Your smile almost  bashful as you did, but as he blinked it looked made up. That it might not have actually happened.“it’s my favorite.”

You abruptly turned. Done with the conversation, the interaction, with him. 

Fuck. 

You made your way to the clerk and he followed after you. It was over already. The unfortunate turn beginning in his mind, when would he see you again? How soon should he come here to see you? How to not look so pathetic or desperate as he did?

“Just these?” The clerk asked you, stamping a pocket in the back of the book. 

“And this one.” You tapped the biography Doug gave you, making a smile pull at his lips. 

“You sure?” He squinted in disbelief, “Where did you even find this?” 

“It was on the shelf.” You said it matter of factly, but nothing could hide the smile on your face or the twinkle in your eye. 

Doug couldn't pretend there wasn’t a growing sense of pride swelling in his chest as you smiled. 

Taking your books, you put them in your bag and walked toward the door, before you walked out you turned towards him. 

“I hope you like the book.”  You said it with such finality. Your face was changing. It was something unreadable. The smile he’d grown to love seeing on you was becoming a distant memory, almost a dream.

“It’s okay,” he licked his lips, fighting the sudden wave of nerves, “ I know where to find you if I need something else to read.”

With the smallest hint of a smirk, you walked out the door without a word. 

Fuck, he needed to see you again. 

-

“You can read?” 

Doug peered over the top of his book at Richie with a frown. “Very funny,” he drawled sarcastically, “a makeup artist, photographer, and now comedian, maybe I should give you a raise.”

Richie scoffed and went back to whatever he was doing. 

“Looks like he’s not the only one with jokes.” Tina added in out of nowhere. 

Good ole Tina. He can count on her for anything. 

“Why are you reading,” she pushed the book towards him, so she could read the title on the cover, “is this poetry?” She questioned disapprovingly. 

“No,” he defended, “it isn’t. It’s a book.”

“About what? And since when do you have time read?”

“It’s about regular book stuff.” He tapped his fingers along the spine in thought, “except it’s super depressing and shit, but. . . It’s good. I like it.”

Tinna nodded. 

“That’s really good.”

Doug couldn’t help but smile. 

“Maybe in between chapters you can find the time to do your actual job.” 

And there it was. Classic Tina. 

It wasn’t a big book by any means. The thin little paperback was anything but intimidating, but that didn’t stop the little guy from trying. The depressing little book packed a punch. 

Sure he could follow the story, know it was sad and that the racist shit was bad, but the overall meaning of the thing? The conversation it was supposedly starting. He hadn’t the slightest clue. 

He might need a few days to think about it. 

Did he have time to think about this book after he read it? 

On any other day for any other reason he would have read the damn thing and been done with it, but as far as he was concerned, this book was his key to you. If he could understand this book, find someway to get all smart or emotional or whatever the fuck and impress you, he’d be set. 

He’ll think about it as much as he possibly can. Hell, he’ll think about it in fucking sleep.

The book’s spine was cracked beyond imagination. He had to be careful or else it would probably snap apart. The little paperback had seen better days. There were highlighted lines of yellow, faded away and barely recognizable, but still there. From the looks of it, they had to be from a college student who definitely didn't pass whatever class they read this book for. The halfhearted lines of black that followed held terrible notes and obvious observations even a High School dropout like him could notice on the first crack. 

Poor kid. 

But there these notes and passages annotated by an illustrious navy blue ink. For every heartbroken event that happened, there was little sentence that made it hurt that much worse. Every sentence underlined in that color felt that much more important to read. Could it be you?

Or were you the really smart one in red? Those striking lines and notes felt beyond him, leaving him more confused about the book. They made him feel like he wasn’t reading the right one or reading the book wrong. 

Were you a teacher? Were you somehow this pretentious? He hoped not, but he would be lying if he said it wasn’t a deal breaker. Tina was smarter than him on her worst day. What’s it mean to have another smart woman around?

“Why did you make this order?”

He turned the last page he was reading, an index card falling in his lap. 

“Because we needed it.” He folded the ear of the page he was on, picking up the card in his lap and reading it. 

“We don't have the money for this.”

“It's a problem when the check bounces and they call, Tins. I won’t worry about it until that day. We’re good for now.”

In neat little writing, in navy blue ink: 

Let me know what you think.

 And your number.