#fuuuck hello hi. um

[stargloom]

i lived, bitch

[klipkillakai]

☆ thank you ☆

you sigh as you lay on your bed, looking up from your computer feeling bored, you’ve been listening to music and scrolling on pinterest for a while now and you miss simon :(

you know he’s in his office working and you rather not bother him buuuut, you can see if he wants something to drink.. (🤭)

you sit up and slide off the bed, your feet making a small thump and your toes curl at the cold floor before slipping your slippers on, you grab your phone and make your way out the room and walk to simons office, the door is slightly ajar.. you see simon with a pen in his hand seemingly writing reports like always and you softly push the door open and walk in

simon looks up at you and has a soft smile, you smile back and he nods you over, you waste no time and pad over to him climbing in his lap,

“hello stranger” he whispers and presses a kiss to your cheek, and you smile “i wanted to come check on you, i missed you”

“yea?” he hums with a soft rasp and kisses your jaw softly before putting his head in the crook of your neck and rubbing and kneading the sides of your waist

“mhm” you hum softly.. “u-um did you want something to drink?” simon simply takes a deep breath and shakes his head no..

“im just a bit stressed with this work love, we had a few men do a few things that some governments consider unethical so im the one who has to solve that” you think about it a nod, softly being reminded of his position and his job, but you shake that off..

“can i help with that?” you whisper as you softly drag your fingers through his hair, he softly groans when you scratch the hair at the nape of his neck

“how?” he says and you softly lift his head from your neck and you press a kiss to his lips and begin to slide down his lap

“baby” he says with a rasp “you don’t have to-”

“shhh- you whisper and slip down his lap and get your knees infront of him, you lift up his shirt and he adjust himself lifting up his waist and sliding down a bit and your pussy throbs at the sight..

you look up at him through your lashes and softly kiss his stomach, softly kissing down his happy trail and you feel him shudder under you, you softly lick and press kisses until you feel him get hard under his sweats, you rub his bulge and press a kiss to it before pulling it out his sweats..

the tip is red and swollen, and pre is rolling down it and you throb and squeeze your thighs together..

“fuuuck baby” he groans out and grabs the base and hits the tip on your lips and the side of your cheek while holding your face.. “open y’mouth f’me”

you immediately open your mouth and he spits in your mouth and slips his fingers in it and spreads it on his tip before sliding it on his dick and sliding it in your mouth with a low groan.. you sit up and jerk his base and begin to bob your head.. you use all sorts of technique, you use both hands in a twisting motion while bobbing your head, making it all sloppy..

simon is dazed at this point, he bites his lip looking at you, his eyes slightly roll back and he tries to talk but it dies in his throat as you deep throat him, your not afraid to get sloppy, you gag and choke and sometimes you come up for air but you don’t stop..

you feel simon grab your face with both of his hands and he begins to thrust himself in your mouth and you just take it, gagging and eyes rolling back, your eyes are tearing up, mascara ruined and tears rolling down your cheeks…

but simon thinks your so pretty, so fucking dirty and sloppy just for him.. “so fucking pretty mama” he grunts.. he begins to his the back of your throat and you gag and try to pull away, to fucked out to notice, simon gets rough and slaps you and pulls you back,

“no baby, back in your mouth” he pushes it back in “that’s it, good girl” he whispers and continues thrusting his hips up until your feel him twitch in your mouth and your watch his abs tense..

he begins to thrust faster and lets out loud moans and groans babbling sweet and nasty things about you until he cums with a shudder and a loud groan, and sloppily thrusts the cum down your throat…

“ughh baby fuck” he whispers and thrusts sloppily on last time before pulling his dick out your mouth and smearing some of the left over cum on your lips and lightly tapping them..

“swallow” he whispers watching you with lust filled eyes, and you do and he whispers a soft “open, lemme see” you open your mouth looking up at him with soft eyes, eyes rimmed red and smudged with mascara.. “good girl” he murmurs and lifts you up on your lap and kisses you…

he softly wipes the smeared mascara with his thumbs before whispering a small “thank you” and you reply“your welcome” and he smiles before saying…

“your turn”

|a/n|

y’all… just…i-

[deans-baby-momma]

Secrets & Desires - Part 2

Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate.

It was only a few days later that Sam’s phone rings while he is out on his morning run. He looks at the screen and stops in his tracks, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead as he reads the name of the caller-Sheriff Jody Mills.

 He anxiously answers, “Hello?”  

“Sam?” she says through the earpiece and he smiles at the sound of her voice.

“Hey Jody! What’s up?”

“Um..well,” she stutters and Sam can’t help but think it’s adorable. But he isn’t going to tell her that. Jody Mills is turning into one hell of a hunter that could probably take him down in a fight and he wants to remain on her good side. “Were you um, serious about what you said the other day?”

Sam smiles as he sits on the park bench that he jogs by every morning. “What are you talking about?” he asks, deciding to tease the Sheriff. “Oh, you mean when I said you could spank me any time?” As he spoke he let his voice go down until he was whispering the last of the words. 

He heard Jody take a deep breath and slowly let it blow out before she spoke. “Don’t mock me, Samuel. I’m being serious here. Were you being honest with me or just…..”

When she didn’t finish, Sam gave in and decided to quit playing games. “Dead serious. I’ve thought of nothing more,” he admitted. “Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Being honest with me when you said you’d love to spank me. Do you really have a riding crop?”

Sam heard Jody chuckle through the line. “Baby boy, you’ll be surprised just how much I have hidden away about me. So,” she pauses and Sam waits with bated breath that he gets choked on with her next words. “Have you been a good little boy or a bad one? Does Mommy need to punish you?”

Once he got his breath back, Sam moaned out a low “Fuuuck!” into her ear.

“Oh, it sounds like you want to break all the rules huh? You aren’t supposed to use that language around your Mommy, are you? Tsk tsk. Whatever will I do with you.”

Sam could feel his dick growing and he really didn’t want to finish out his daily run with a hard-on. He took a few deep breaths and willed his cock to soften. 

“When can we meet up?” he says as he stands and looks down to see that the bulge in his sweatpants is not as noticeable as he was afraid of. 

“I’m going to be in Wichita this weekend. Fancy a trip?”

“Send me the deets and I’ll be there,” he responds and then finishes it off with a “Mommy.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Jody whines. “Ok, I’ll send you the information and I guess I’ll need to pack another bag. Ya know, for the toys."

Sam smiles at the same time a shiver travels down his spine. “Can’t wait.”

After his shower, Sam sees that Jody had in fact sent her itinerary for the weekend in Wichita, so as he gets dressed he tries to think of a story to tell Dean to get away for a couple of days.

He walks into the library of the bunker to find his older brother lounged back in one of the chairs with his feet up on the table, ankles crossed and watching something on the laptop. He hears giggles and moans and cringes as he notices it is his laptop Dean is using to watch another anime or porn or whatever he wants to call it these days.

“Hey,” he begins, casually. “So, get this…”

“I swear if you found another case, I’m going to beat you black and blue,” Dean says as he looks over his shoulder at him. “Let’s take a sabbatical, please.”

“Yea, I agree,” Sam says as he sits across the table from his brother, the man who he has looked up to all his life. He hates lying to Dean but there is no way to explain what is going on. Sam isn’t sure what it is, himself. 

“I found this thing in Wichita that I thought would be pretty interesting,” he says. “A theater is featuring a showing of this history behind….”

“Ok good. See ya,” Dean says with a flip of his hand, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him. 

Sam stands and smiles. ‘That was easy’ he thinks to himself. 

That night, after Dean goes out to find some female companionship, Sam lets his imagination run wild as he jerks off to the thoughts of letting Sheriff Jody Mills have full control and dominate him. 

Laying in his bed, naked he wraps his hand around his length as he thinks of Jody and what she had said to him, “I would love to use my crop on this ass”. The idea of Jody behind him, whacking him with a crop makes his dick throb in his hand. He uses the precum as a lubricant as he begins pumping his fist up and down. 

Before long, his thoughts and imagination have him thrusting up into his hand as he can feel his release growing closer and closer. The memory of her berating him for using foul language in front of her is all the extra push he needs as he remembers how it sounded when she called herself Mommy.

It is the most powerful and longest orgasm he’d ever had. There was so much cum that he had to take another shower and strip his bed. He is thankful Dean is gone for the night because he didn’t want to have to answer any questions his older brother might have. 

Two days later, he is standing outside room 226 of the Candlewick Motel on the outskirts of Wichita. He stares at the gold numbers on the door, anxious but excited. He takes a breath and reaches up to knock.

Jody opens the door after a moment and smiles up at him. “Hey Sam. Come on in. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hope not too long,” he responds as he steps inside to see a king size bed in the middle of the room, Jody’s bags sitting on top. There was also a desk across from the foot of the bed, against the wall, with a chair placed in front of it.

‘Bags’ he thinks. ‘Plural. As in one for clothing and one for toys. Sex toys. This is really happening.’

Jody closes the door and the both of them just stand there, watching one another; neither of them know what to do next. 

“So,” Jody begins and Sam sees a change in her whole demeanor. This was no longer his friend, the Sheriff whom he had fought beside against those that go bump in the night

. No, this was Jody, the woman who was going to make all his fantasies and dreams come true. This was Mommy.

“Young man,” Jody begins as she steps toward him. “It isn’t polite to keep your shoes on when someone invites you. Take them off and your jacket too. Mommy wants you to be comfortable.”

He did as she asked, kicking his shoes under the desk and hanging his jacket on the back of the desk chair. Sam looks at Jody to see her smiling at his obedience.  She steps closer and lays a palm against his cheek.

“Such a good little boy for your Mommy.���

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[holy-stevie]

Hi! May I ask for a Chris Evans x reader: They take turns giving each other a good back and shoulder massage in his parents guest room, but from the other side of the door this innocent act sounds very... "Oh harder, harder!" "Damn, you´re tight" "Put some back into it!" "Fuck Chris, right there" "Is it my turn now?" "God, you´re so hard" "Mmm, your hands feels so fucking good!"

Hello!

I had fun writing your request! It's only a short drabble but I hope you like it <3

Warnings: Swearing and suggestive themes!

“Ooohhh Chris that feels so good.” You moan as your head falls back to rest on his shoulder, his big strong hands rubbing your spot just right. He chuckles into your hair as he rubs your shoulders harder, his warm fingers kneading away at the knots in your shoulders.

“Just like that baby.” Chris cooes at you as you relax into him, his chest being a warm wall of pure man that allows you the comfort you need after a long and tiring Evans clan Sunday. Running around all day with the kids while also helping momma Lisa with the cooking and setting up, you get the picture.

When Chris finally dragged you upstairs to his childhood bedroom for the night your shoulders were drawn tight, Chris silently pulled you down to sit in between his legs and started rubbing your shoulders in a way that should be illegal for someone so good looking.

So here you are now, moaning and whining in his family home as he rubs your shoulders. And when his thumbs swirl in gentle circles and cups your neck?

“Fuuuck Chris.” You whine loudly, the rest of the tension slipping out of your body completely as you lean back to rest your back against his chest completely. He hides his laugh in your hair as he wraps his arms round your waist. You smile in the blissful moment, wiggling to get comfy as you settle in for the night.

“Um hey Chris?” His mothers voice sounds from the bedroom door with a knock, her smile polite but embarrassed as she looks at the two of you. “I fully support your relationship but if you two are um going to be intimate-” Chris interrupts her speech with a roar of laughter, his chest shaking the both of you as he laughs and laughs.

You however are mortified, your face as red as a tomato as you bury your face in the blankets. Chris shakes his head, laughter still escaping him.

“Ma I was rubbing her shoulders, that’s all.” He explains to his mother, kissing your hair softly when he senses your embarrassment. Lisa apologises profusely before leaving the room, laughing softly to herself.

“I hate you.” You mumble into his chest, turning around to bury your face in his chest. He hums and starts drawing patterns on your back, sliding his hand under your shirt to tickle your skin.

“Never mind.” You mumble out in a daze, smiling up at him.

[lovewriting-5]

Wastelands:

*photo is not mine*

8. Paradise Lost

10. Bad Harvest

Side note: I reversed the roles in this one. I’m not writing smut.

*I know I had him get a haircut in “Campfire Tales” but this was the best picture I could find*

9. Midnight Swim:

I can faintly hear Sean’s footsteps behind me. We reach the lake. I reach the edge of the lake and pause. Sean comes up behind me. He places his lips to my right temple and asks “Ready for this?” I hesitate, “I’m not sure.”

Sean gives me a wink and begins stripping down. I turn away in surprise. “What exactly did you have in mind, Diaz?” I ask. He says nothing and starts walking into the water. Sean begins “Oh fuck! FUUUCK! Whoo! Yes, I’m in! What are you waiting for?!” I dip my fingers into the water, “Oh, fuck this! It’s freezing!”

He’s swimming a little back and forth, “It’s all in your head! Just don’t think about it!” I mumble to myself “Huh...sure...Don’t think...”

I roll my eyes and give in. I begin lifting my shirt when he says “Whoo!” I give him a smirk and do a rotating motion with my hand. He throws his head back, “Really?” “Please.” I say. “Fine.” As he spins to face the forest behind him.

I strip down and make my way into the freezing water. “Brrrr...Okay, here I come...I think...” I tell him. I go as far as the top of the water reaching just below my clavicle. Sean turns back around, “You look a little cold. Want me to help with that?” He gets a smirk on his face. It took me a couple seconds to realize what he’s talking about. I hold my hands up, “Sean...do not even - -“ as he begins splashing me. I tell him “Dude, you are so...”

Sean raises an eyebrow, “Adorable? Yeah, I know! Not bad, (Y/L/N). Didn’t think you’d actually do it!” I tell him as I shiver a little, “My body just had to get used to it...Not that cold.”

He smirks “That’s because I had to pee...” I splash him as I say, “Ha ha HA! You’ve been spending too much time with Finn. But...speaking of...what are you gonna do about Finn and...You know, his plan.” He says “It’s a really stupid idea. Way too dangerous. Especially for Daniel.” I tell him “I know...Finn acts like this is no big deal, but...this feels bad.” I look down at the water, “Plus, I don’t want you guys to get in any more trouble...”

The water on my right side splashes a little. Sean has moved a little closer, “Yeah, tell that to Daniel. He’s gonna be pissed.” I look at him, “He’s your brother, he’ll listen to you. Finn says he wants to take care of us but...but he doesn’t always see other people...It’s all about him.” It was his turn to look at the water, “I know. But I feel bad for ruining his dream.” I tell him “I’m sure he’ll rage for awhile but then he’ll be cool. He likes you.” Sean asks “What do you mean?”

“You seriously can’t tell?” I ask him. He says with a smirk as he swims closer, “Actually, if you can’t tell...I really like you.” I place my arms around the back of his neck, “If you haven’t already noticed but we are both naked...” Blushing, he says while he puts his hands on my waist, “Well...I’m surprised you joined me. I thought you were going to bail because it was so cold.” Changing the subject, I ask “So what did Cassidy do to your arm?” He holds it out of the water, “Oh...she just gave me my first tattoo.” I wrap my arms a little more around his neck, “Oooo, you’re a badass. What did you get?” He says “A wolf.” Kind of circling back to the previous topic, “So...do you wanna kiss me?”

“Considering I’ve kissed you multiple times but never in a lake at night while we’re both like this...yes, I do.” Sean says. I kiss him. After a half hour, I pulled away. I ask “So, what do you say we get outta here?”

We walk out of the water and this time I don’t try and hide while getting dressed. I can feel the clothes starting to cling to my body. As we walk back to the camp, the clothes feel a little stiff with the cool air. I intertwine my fingers with Sean’s. On our way back, he would look over and lean down to kiss me.

Since him and Daniel share a tent, we make our way to my tent. We reached my tent, I say “Hold on a sec.” I kneel down, unzip the flap and move a few things out of the way. I stand back up, “Sean, hello?” We both are nervous in this moment. He asks with nervousness, “You want me to come inside?” I tell him with a small smile, “Only if you would like to.”

“Yeah, I do...” he says with a small smile. Sean kneels down and crawls in. I crawl in after him. He lays on his left side propped up on his elbow. I sit cross legged. I look at him, “You cool?” He begins tracing a circle on the floor of the tent, “Um, totally. Uh...I’m...I’m just nervous...Kinda bummed we waited ‘til now...” “Me too. We’ve had a few moments before but there was too much other stuff going on at the time.” I tell him. I lean close and give him a quick kiss.

I move to laying on my right side also propped up on my elbow. He looks down again at the floor, “Uh...Hey listen, I...I think you should know that I’m...uh...” I tell him “Sean, it’s okay. I am too but how about we both learn together.” He looks at me, smiles and then leans in to kiss me.

We get intimate and after some time, we stopped. Sean sits up and wraps his arms around the top of his knees. I sit up, place my arms around him and lay my chin on his left shoulder.

I ask him “Hey...What’s up?” He says “Nothing, I just...Never mind.” “Come on...you can talk to me! Sean, this is the first time for both of us...How about we promise not to give each other a bad review online? Promise?” I tell him. He says with a chuckle, “Promise and that’s very sweet. But you don’t have to be like that.” I say “Hey, I mean it, Sean. Just take it easy and...We’ll have time to practice...Okay? Okay, we need some fresh air, let’s get dressed...Until we fuck again.”

Both of us get dressed and step out of the tent. I tell him “Sean, it’s all good, okay?” That’s when Hannah and Cassidy come over to us. Hannah asks “Hey, what’s happening? Wait - - did you guys just have sex?!” I tell her with a small smile, “Yeah, kinda!” Sean embarrassingly, says “Uh, yep...”

Hannah asks “Did you see Finn? He was with Daniel but now I can’t find him.” I tell them “We didn’t see anybody out there...but...” Cassidy gets a realization, “We better go now.” Irritated, Sean says “Figures Daniel is with him...” Hannah says before walking off, “Just tell Finn I wanna talk. Thanks much. Later.” She walks back to the campfire.

Before walking off, Sean gives me a kiss. Cassidy and him begin walking away. As I watch them walk off toward Merrill’s place, I start getting really nervous and anxious. I begin thinking about all the things that could go wrong.

[ceilingfan5]

i wish you would write fic about kravitz brining home a baby one day, leading to fatherly shenanigans with taakitz

honestly i don’t think they’d do a very good job

“Kravitz, babe, quick question. Uh, what the fuck is that?”

Kravitz, harried and confused and a little lost between the eyes, gives Taako the most desperate look he’s seen since the last time they tried to bake something more complicated than box brownies. 

“It’s a baby?” he asks, like he’s not one hundred percent sure the squirming thing in his arms could be a person someday instead of, perhaps, a very large caterpillar, or an ugly dog. “And, um, help?”

“What the fuck do you think I know about babies?” Taako almost laughs. This is ridiculous. “I’m not going to touch that thing. What if- what if I break it?”

“I’ve heard babies are much sturdier than you think,” Kravitz says, holding the thing up by its squishy little armpits. The baby coos like this is the most fun it’s had all day. Taako recoils. 

“Should you even be doing that? I don’t think it’ll bounce if it hits the floor.” 

“Should we find out?” Kravitz smiles, and then backpedals at Taako’s reaction. “I’m kidding, kidding! Taako, I know that human children are delicate. I’m not an expert on them, but I’m not about to experiment on one.”

“Fuckin, good,” Taako says, still nervous having the baby in his house. “We should call someone. Who should we call?”

“Who’s responsible?”

“Oh, shit. Lucretia. She’s responsible as hell.”

They call Lucretia, who rushes over. 

“Oh my god,” she says, deadpan. “A baby? I don’t have any degrees in baby.” 

“Fuuuck,” Taako moans. He’s been drafted into holding the baby, and he’s sitting gingerly on the couch, where the baby can’t fall and get fucked up. “But you were baby for so long. Call someone else.”

“Merle had kids, right?” Kravitz posits.

“Absolutely not,” Lucretia says. 

“Should we call Lup and Barry?”

Taako scoffs. “As if Lup would know more about babies. And Barry would probably feed it hot cheetos.”

“If anyone cares, she seems to be a girl. We shouldn’t keep calling her it.”

“Whatever, Luce.” 

“Magnus?”

Everybody shouts that one down. They all sort of look at each other, and then the baby, and then each other again. 

“Davenport,” Taako says.

“Davenport?” Kravitz echoes. 

“Davenport...” Lucretia thinks about it for a second, and then takes the baby from Taako. “She’s half as big as he is.”

They call Davenport anyway. He slams the door open like a vengeful Mary Poppins. “Where’s the baby?” 

Taako covers his giggles and points at Lucretia. Lucretia offers the baby helplessly. Kravitz wrings his hands. Davenport takes the baby, smiles, and wiggles her little hands. 

“Hello, there, little one...” he coos, and all of them stare at him, stunned. 

“I can’t believe he knows what to do.” Taako puts his hands on his hips. 

“Of course I do,” Davenport says. “Are you telling me between all of you adults, no one knew how to handle a baby?”

“Uh,” Kravitz says. He looks at Taako.

“The economy is in shambles.”

[terezis]

have we ever decided who does play along at home in the mrmram au? i feel like it could be any of them, all three are spiteful enough in their own ways

lup: just real quick, i had something - i, i hate to butt up against barold’s thing, but uh -

kravitz: then don’t. d’oh- wait, waitwait but you haven’t done it yet, you haven’t - 

lup: oh, hello! i didn’t see you come in!

kravitz: fuuuck. 

lup: i was just about to give my fellow reapers a bit of a quiz, but if you'd like, uh - you're welcome to... play along at hooome!

barry: yes.

kravitz: i don't want - hey. check this out. hey, i've never done this before: i don't want to.

lup: i think you'll really enjoy this one, kravitz. i've tailored questions for both of you.

kravitz: sure, sure, sure.

lup: i think you'll really enjoy this!

kravitz: no, but check this out. check this out. i'm not going - i'm not gonna.

lup: okay. well, barry, i'll start with you, then.

barry: great! i'm looking forward to it, lup. love to -

kravitz: give him my - give him my questions. too.

lup: oh, okay. you got it. in the fantasy carly rae jepsen song "i really like you," she sings about really, really, really, really, really, really liking someone. what actor is featured in the music video for this song?

kravitz, under his breath: ...s'baby bullshit.

barry: um... let me remember.

lup: don't look it up! do NOT look it up.

barry: i'm not lookin' it - i'm not looking it up. let me think. [pause] fantasy judd hirsch.

kravitz: that's right.

lup, speaking over kravitz: incorrect! the answer is fantasy tom hanks.

kravitz: nope, it's judd hirsch. barold's right!

lup, laughing: now, kravitz, i'll go ahead and give you barry's questions.

kravitz: where did you get - i don't know where you got your information, lup, but judd hirsch was the subject of carly’s affection in that video.

lup: uh, so - krav-itz. [coughs] excuse me! kravitz.

kravitz: i'm winning, barold. do you hear that? she's dying. do you hear it? we're destroying her will.

[sheabuttahwrites]

[ I Know ]

. two : the connection 

one

6:02am

I was dreaming about Omari again. For some reason, he came to me often while I slept. He had picked me up, as he usually did, but, somehow I knew that I wasn’t coming back this time. I was clueless as to where we were, but I also didn't have a single worry. I was with O and I was safe. That, I was sure of.

We were flying through the air, which wasn't odd for me because I’d had more than a few dreams where I could fly. Still, there was a difference. Whenever I’d be flying, I was usually doing so because something or someone was chasing me and I had to get away. And it was usually very dark as well. But now, I didn't discern any danger and everything around us was shining so brightly. I’d also never been able to actually stay up there. Whenever I’d stop flying, I would immediately start to float back down. That wasn't the case here. We stopped and were just suspended in the sky with no effort. He laid me down on what felt the way I thought a cloud should feel and, starting at the top of my head, he kissed my scars one by one. In some miraculous way, they all disappeared with a single touch of his lips. Amazed, I smiled and watched as he continued to make his way down my bare body. At first my nudity confused me, as did the lack of discomfort that came with it, but, when he reached my Love, I no longer cared. My grin slowly fell as he spread my legs and, without an ounce of hesitance, he began to spoil me with gentle kisses. I was stunned, but it never entered my mind to stop him. I had to admit, it felt good.

“Oh my... aaah,” I moaned softly, lacing my right hand with his left. It was almost like I could actually feel his tongue slipping around a part of me that only myself and Cam had ever touched. However, in this illusion, I had no problem with that fact becoming fiction. Though I had moved past the initial shock, unfortunately, I could sense my sleep coming to an end. He started to fade away as my eyes softly fluttered open, but there was still someone between my legs. And it wasn't Omari. I looked down and Cam had my thighs stretched wide, one arm across my stomach, licking the shit out of my pussy. I tried to get away, but my every pursuit was quickly shut down. Whenever he realized that I was trying to escape his firm grasp, he licked faster, sucked harder, rubbed deeper. 

No matter how hard I fought, my body began to respond on its own, grinding into his face. Before long, my hips were in the air, he was buried between my lips, and I had relinquished all control. I gripped the couch with both hands in an attempt to evade the floor. “Fuuuck,” I whined, so upset with myself. Then the self betrayal reached a new level as I clenched my eyes, having the most regrettable orgasm ever. I hated giving him the satisfaction that, even at a time like this, he still had the power to make me cum. My body fell into the cushions and I hid my face, embarrassed. I don't know what the fuck he thought this was doing, because he hadn't swayed me whatsoever. I felt no different about things than I had before. 

He came up with tears in his eyes, apologizing and telling me how much he loved me. “You know I love you. With my whole heart, Jade. I'm sorry.” Seeing him cry shook me up a bit, I won't lie, but I was so far away from succumbing to his will.

He came closer and laid his head on my chest. Not even the smallest part of me welcomed the contact, and I was not about to let this be over so easily. “It's not... that simple.” He looked up and I reached to turn on the lamp behind us. “Look what you did to me.” My neck held marks from his fingernails, my scalp was bruised, there were noticeable rug burns on my knee and both hips, my face was so badly swollen that a small cut had formed at the corner of my mouth, and there was blood stuck on my gum line and between my teeth. 

“Oh my God.” He quietly examined every injury, running his fingers gingerly over the damage, seemingly frightened by my appearance. 

“This is love, Cameron?”

“I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I'm gonna work on being better. I don't wanna do stuff like this to you. I'ma get help.”

I didn't fall for any of that shit. Sadly, this was the routine. I'd get my ass beat, then I'd get fucked, next was the apology and last came the promise of counseling. A promise that he never kept. This was my life now. A life that I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Cameron McKinley Taylor. He wasn't always this way.

We had been together for five years now, the first three being probably the most happy years of my adult life. He was always such a sweetheart. He'd call or text just to hear my voice or tell me he loved me, bring me flowers for no reason; you know, just little things to show me he cared. We would talk for hours about anything, and nobody could make me laugh as hard. We were just in tune with one another, damn near inseparable. But, shortly after the situation became a little more serious, after we moved in together, everything changed. Out of nowhere, he just switched up on me. All of the sweetness was replaced with constant anger. It started with him taking my car. To this day, I still have no idea what he did with it. Without a ride of my own, though, I couldn't go anywhere or do anything without him. But he somehow always found a way to accuse me of stepping outside of the relationship. Which I never understood. I made the decision to stick it out, thinking this behavior was only temporary. However, after two years had passed me by, I learned a major lesson; fun wasn’t the only thing that made time fly. Misery did it just as well. 

He moved us to Los Angeles from Atlanta about a year and a half ago for a chance at better career opportunities, he'd claimed. But, the more thought I gave it, the more I began to believe there had been some malice behind his motives. I was taken so far away from my family, or anyone I knew for that matter, that I had no choice but to spend all of my time with him. I wasn’t even sure what it was that he did. He had a couple of degrees and he was working for some company before we came out here. Whatever he was doing now required him to leave home for months at a time, usually around two, and his salary was ridiculous. That was where my knowledge ended. I had my suspicions, but I knew better than to question him about anything. I'd just convinced myself that as long as the bills were kept current and we weren’t living on the street, everything was ok. He wasn't the least bit stingy with his leftovers either. He just made sure to monitor my transactions very closely. Shopping had become a way of life for me. It was basically my therapy.

Almost as soon as we got to Cali, he left for work. For a whole week, I stayed inside, afraid to leave the house. Not only was it a new scene for me, but I was heavily intimidated by the fact that I wasn’t familiar with anyone in the entire state. Then one day, feeling unusually courageous, I just got an Uber. After a little convincing, along with some financial compensation, that lady drove me all over LA.

I met Omari that day.

I walked into this sneaker boutique just to look around and there he was, standing with four boxes beside him and still browsing.

I recall thinking he had a nice deep brown, caramel complexion with really smooth looking skin. His hair was how he always wore it; in neatly twisted braids that ran straight back, falling an ample amount past his shoulders. He had a goatee then and it was groomed perfectly to match. Likewise, he was dressed nicely in jeans and a crisp white v-neck tee that hugged his toned arms and chest perfectly. The black diamonds in his ears glistened in the sunlight, as did the gold beaded bracelet around his wrist. His feet held a pair of black high top Chucks and I caught a Louis Vuitton belt peeking from underneath his shirt right before I turned to mind my own business. Long story short, he was very well put together... and so damn fine.

I still remember like it was yesterday.

“Um, I know it’s a lot, but can I get these in an 8?”

“Oh, no problem.” The associate, who had just been helping him, eagerly studied my selections. Her memory must've been outstanding, because I definitely would’ve had to take my phone out and snap a pic. “I'll be right back”.

I smiled, thanking her as I resumed my search. I wasn’t exactly interested in anything else, I was more so making the conscious effort to keep myself distracted. I had briefly considered taking a seat when, from the corner of my eye, I could see him starting to come over. I immediately threw all of my attention to a pair of kicks in front of me. They weren't even cute, but that was neither here nor there. I just needed to conceal the fact that I had been checking him out something serious on the low.

“Hey,” he rasped, once he was standing next to me. I turned to him and he had the cutest grin on his face. I couldn't help but smile back. Plus he looked even better up close. 

“Hey.”

“I don't mean to interrupt, and I know you don't know me, but… I just had to come over and say hello. You are beautiful.”

Completely caught off guard, I blushed almost instantly. My ears weren't even tuned for that type of compliment anymore. He was serious, too. I took my gaze down for a moment, using a slight laugh as part of my recovery. “Thank you.” And upon realizing that I liked this guy and didn't want his good smelling self to walk away, I decided to go ahead and introduce myself. “Jade.”

“Omari. Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand to me and I obliged, giving it a shake. 

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“So, um, where you from? If you don't mind me asking.”

“How you know I'm not from LA?” I jokingly asked. I was nowhere near being from LA, I  just wanted to see what he would say. 

“I can hear it in your voice.”

I chuckled, fully aware that my accent had given me away. “Yeah, I'm from Georgia.”

“I knew you were from somewhere down south.”

“Yep. So, you from here?” I returned my attention to the wall of shoes in front of me, trying not to stare.

“Yeah. Been here all my life.” 

“Ok,” I nodded. “I've only been here for a couple weeks.”

“Oh, for real?”

“Yeah. Today is actually my first time getting out of the house, believe it or not.”

“Well, maybe I can show you around my city sometime.”

And, just like that, I was back. “Maybe…” 

I hadn't been able keep him out of my sight for more than a few seconds, but his proposition had warranted at least a glance; I had to see if he was playing around. The deliberate eye contact I was met with only erased some of my doubt, still his confidence was a turn on for certain. I was smiling at him, he was smiling at me, and I was more than sure that he was in possession of the prettiest smile I had ever seen. His lips were on point, too; nice and full with a couple beauty marks adorning the bottom one. I found myself licking my own lips, wondering if his were as soft as they looked.  

Right in the midst of a moment that needed to be disrupted, the saleswoman walked over toting my five boxes effortlessly. 

“Thank you,” I told her, not just for the footwear, but also for breaking me away from whatever this was. I mean, I was stuck. 

“You're welcome. I'll be at the counter when you're ready, and let me know if you need anything else.”

“Ok.” I sat down on the bench and came out of my left shoe, grabbing the first box from the stack. “So, Omari…”

“Yeah?”

“You do this often?” I quizzed, slipping a fresh sneaker onto my foot; undeniably one of the best feelings in the world. 

“Do what?”

“Just walk over to random women and start conversations.” I grinned up at him standing beside me and he chuckled.

“Well, if I can be honest, you caught my eye as soon as you walked in. I like your vibe. And you looked so nice standing over here, I couldn't leave without at least getting your name.”

He was such a gentleman, and quite the charmer. He had a way with words, for sure. My guard was still very much intact, but his company didn’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, the interaction was rather flattering. I didn't know the kid still had it. 

“And now you know my name and where I’m from.”

He laughed, dropping his head. “You right. But you know they say good things come in threes.”

“Yeah, I’m familiar.”

“So, now I need your number to complete the trilogy. I mean, if that's cool with you.”

I can’t lie, I was tickled. He was that cute, corny funny I was very fond of. “Yeah,” I agreed, without even a second thought. Despite the obvious, I didn't wanna say no. “You like these?” I stood and we both looked down at the deep pink suede Nike Blazer I had been wearing. 

“Yeah. They cold with the gum bottom.”

“Right?! I was thinking the same thing. I'ma get 'em.”

We made small talk until I'd tried on my last pair. Then the conversation carried on while he tried on a few more. The six or seven other people in the store probably thought we knew each other. He was surprisingly easy to talk to for a complete stranger. We eventually exchanged numbers and, ever since that day, we'd been down like four flats on a Cadillac.

He was the only friend I had.

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Quarantine 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (online)

A/N: Heya guys! Here’s part 7! I hope you enjoy it ;)

Warnings: Flirting, language, quarantine, feels, fluff, moments of sadness, storms 

[J:] So.. Saturday at 5:00. Sound good?

[You:] Sounds perfect :) Let’s hope this weather clears up before then..

It was late afternoon, you were eating your first meal of the day.

A bowl of your favorite cereal.

[J:] I really enjoyed our date last night, by the way.. 

[J:] Sorry I was pretty nervous at first..

You smile, setting your bowl on the coffee table as you respond.

[You:] Oh, you don’t have to be sorry at all.. I was just as nervous as you were :)

[You:] First dates are always weird, J..

[You:] Ours just happened to be a little weirder than most. :P

[J:] I really really REALLY hate first dates…

You’re about to respond, tell him you feel the exact same way, but…

[J:] And yet, I still love ours.

[J:] And I’m really looking forward to the next one. :)

His text has your heart fluttering like a swarm of butterflies, and you decide to change the subject.

[You:] Speaking of our date..

[You:] I believe we made a deal, didn’t we?

You can see him start typing, erase it and stop, and then start typing again.

This pattern repeats four times before an actual message comes through.

[J:] You first.

You knew he was nervous about this part for some reason, so you had no issue with obliging this request.

Luckily you had brushed your hair today when you first woke up, put on your moisturizer and a bit of mascara. You weren’t as dolled up as you could be, but you thought it was better this way.

If quarantine had taught you anything, it was how to be comfortable with your bare face, to fall in love with some of your natural qualities.

Taking a seat in a chair by the window, you open your camera and take a few selfies from the more flattering angles you’d looked up on pinterest.

They’re pretty enough, but not what you’re looking for.

With a sigh, you look out the window at a lone, common starling sitting on the branch of a tree. He looks to you and cocks his head, as if to say ‘hello’. Your lip curls into a half smile, and at that moment, your thumb slips and captures an accidental photo.

It would turn out to be the perfect one.

It takes you exactly six and a half minutes to actually gain the courage to press send.

As soon as you do, you put your phone screen down on the table and groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck. Why did I send that one?” 

You suddenly regret not putting more makeup on, not editing out the tiny blemish on your chin, not being certain that your hair wasn’t frizzy.

What if this was it - the beginning of the end?

Your phone buzzes from its place on the table.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, before you pick it up.

It’s a string of texts from J, with more coming in with every moment that passes.

[J:] Doll

[J:] Goddamnnnnn…

[J:] You are seriously the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

[J:] Like… are you real??

[J:] How did i get so goddamn lucky?

[J:] Your eyes are so gorgeous, holy shit.

If you weren’t warm in the face before, you were now.

[You:] Don’t stare too much. :P

[J:] Too late for that. I can’t stop.

He’s silent for a few minutes, and you’re sure it’s because he’s staring at your photo again.

[You:] I do believe it’s your turn, Sarge. ;)

It takes him even longer to reply this time.

He starts typing, stops, and then starts again in a vicious cycle.

[J:] You don’t wanna see me, Doll.. I haven’t shaved in like three weeks…

You can’t help but pout a little bit.

[You:] We made a deal, J :(

[You:] Don’t hide those pretty blue eyes from me.

Hopeful that your playful attempt at comfort would be convincing enough for him, you set your phone back on the coffee table and head to the kitchen to wash your dishes.

When you return five minutes later, you’re happy to find that you have two new messages.

[J:] Alright, just.. I hope you’re not disappointed.

[J:]

Your jaw goes slack and you can’t tear your eyes away from his.

They were beautiful. 

The way the deep blue of the outer edge surrounded the light blue-grey iris reminded you of crashing ocean waves, and you wanted nothing more than to get lost in them.

You can’t tell if time has slowed down or if you just weren’t breathing correctly anymore, but you can hear your heart beating in your ears as you look him over.

He’s gorgeous. The glittering grey hairs throughout his beard only made him even more attractive and for some strange reason, all you wanted to do was run your fingertips through it.

Was he even real?

[J:] Doll…?

You don’t even realize it’s been fifteen minutes since he’s sent the picture.

[You:] Sorry, it’s just..

[You:] You know you’re gorgeous, right?

[You:] Like.. Probably the most beautiful man in the history of like.. Ever??

You’re well aware you sound like a bit of a fangirl, but so what? He was breathtaking.

[J:] You’re just being nice.

A scoff escapes your lips as you respond.

[You:] Um, no. 

[You:] I meant it.

[You:] I can’t believe you’ve been hiding those eyes from me for so long.

[J:] You’re too kind.

You decide to tease him a little.

[You:] Are you blushing, Sarge? ;)

[J:] I just might be, doll.

The rest of your day is spent chatting back and forth. J said he had to do some assignments for work on his computer, so he couldn’t game until really late that night, but it didn’t bother you.

It gave you a chance to relax and watch some TV for a while.

The first channel that comes up is the news, and you’re about to turn it off, but something catches your eye.

They’re interviewing Captain America, a fluff piece of him telling you what you can do to help your community - proper social distancing measures and proper handwashing etiquette.

He’s wearing a mask, so only the bottom half of his face is visible, but he looks oddly familiar.

It takes five minutes of watching it to realize who he reminds you of.

Sam. J’s Sam.

You pick up your phone, deciding to share your thoughts.

[You:] So.. I was watching the news..

[J:] Yikes.

[You:] Yeah..

[You:] Have you ever noticed how much Sam and Captain America look alike?

He takes ten minutes to respond, and by this time, the interview with the Captain is over, and you’ve moved on to a re-run of one of your favorite shows.

[J:] Uh, no…

[J:] Why?

[J:] What makes you think that?

All three texts come in quick succession, almost as if they were sent out of panic.

Two more show up on your screen in the same spirit.

[J:] Besides, haven't you seen Sam’s arms? He’s got fucking bird arms.

[J:] Captain America is super buff. No way they’re the same person.

You think back to when Sam came to your apartment to install your security system, and you specifically remember thinking how nice his arms were..

But the fact that J seems to be a little uncomfortable with your observation has you feeling weird too, so you decide to drop the subject for now.

[You:] I guess you’re right. My mind must be playing tricks on me.

[You:] I blame the quarantine.

The reply you receive is only three letters long, and it doesn’t sit right with you either.

[J:] Lol

SUNDAY, 4:15PM

You’ve been awake since noon, which is early for you nowadays. 

It’s been nearly hailing all day, and it was beginning to also put a damper on your mood.

You had to cancel your second date due to the storms, and your make-up date with J was supposed to be in forty five minutes, but there was no way it could happen with the weather in its current state.

It’s be surprising if the whole city didn’t lose power at this rate.

[You:] I think we’re gonna have to cancel again tonight, J.. 

[You:] It’s just getting worse as time goes on.

It breaks your heart to have to cancel on him twice in only a matter of two days, but the cons outweigh the pros in this situation.

[J:] But… our date

[J:] :(

Releasing a heavy sigh, you send back a sad face of your own, chewing the inside of your cheek in an attempt to not let your emotions get the best of you.

[New photo message from J. To view image, unlock device]

The message appears on your screen moments after you’ve begun packing away your date set up. Something in your gut told you he wasn’t going to listen to your recommendation to stay home.

When you open it, you’re not surprised at what you find, but you are absolutely smitten.

 [J:] I’m on my way, doll. Don’t give up on me just yet.

[J:]

You get so distracted staring at his lips, his goddamn perfect, beautiful lips that you don’t notice when twenty minutes has passed since he sent the photo.

He’d be here sooner than you expected, and worse, he was walking in the rain to do it.

What were you going to do with a man who’s stubbornness matched your own?

You decide to set a blanket outside, along with a thermos full of hot coffee.

The sky is dark grey, almost black in some spots, and the fact that it was only 5:00 only made it that much more obvious how nasty of a storm this was turning out to be.

You hoped he was okay.

Back against the door, you sit and wait for him.

Within half an hour, his signature sound of arrival hits the door in quick succession.

Knock. Knock Knock. Knock.

Always in time with your heart.

“How bad was your walk?” You ask immediately, to which you hear a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“The thunder was pretty loud. Made me jump a few times.” He finally confesses.

Your heart drops, “J.. I told you not to come. I know you wanted to have our date, and I.. I really did too, but.. It’s freezing and raining. You could get sick.”

Concern is dripping from each and every word, and you miss the way his entire face lights up. His heart flutters at hearing how much you care for him. About him.

“Yeah, well, doll.. You’re worth it. Thanks for the coffee by the way. Good call.”

You hear him set his backpack down, followed by his jacket rubbing against the door as he sits. He lets out a half sigh, half hiss when his jeans hit the concrete beneath him, and you’re sure he’s completely soaked to the bone.

Outwardly, you say nothing. Silence. 

He’s not sure if you’re upset or angry. Or maybe just lost in contemplation.

Inwardly, you’re facing a battle. 

A battle between letting a man whom you had surprisingly strong feelings for sit out in the rain and catch a cold, and letting said man inside your apartment during a nationwide quarantine, never having met him face to face.

The lights flicker on and off. On and off again.

The thunder rumbles and you can see the sky flash through your curtains.

J lets out a soft, “Doll?”

Your windows fill with a quick, bright, white light for a moment, before the loudest crash of thunder makes your body tremble.

Your apartment goes black and silent in a matter of seconds, and J releases a quiet, “What the hell?”

Your hands are quaking, and your heartbeat kicks into overdrive as you make your final choice.

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Dance (Dean Taylor x reader smut)

Request: "Hiyaaa! First off I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan of your stuff and secondly can I request a smut x reader with any Devon character (I suggest dean taylor from the entitled) where it’s like a strip tease or the readers giving them a lap dance and then they do it (omg this is so bad I’ve never requested anything like this before dhdjehyfrhbfbf) thanks!" ~ Anonymous

A/N: Ahhh...to be young and new to the fanfiction community. And um, hi, hello? DID I JUST RECEIVE A DEAN TAYLOR REQUEST!? HELL FUCKIN YES! If you don't know who that is, he's an emo piece of shit from The Entitled movie.

This bitch.

Warnings: Sex, drrrrugs? (Cigarettes/alcohol), etc.

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The night was still young at 2am. At the very least it felt that way as you drunkenly starred up at the ceiling of the small apartment. Oh what a night you had. It mostly consisted of friends, beer, a blunt or two, cigarettes, and the occasional shot. And even though most had gone home, you were still left on that couch.

Your friend Dean, whom you had been flirting with all night, came in with yet anothet beer from the kitchen. He placed one on the table in front of you before slumping down into his seat and taking another swig of his.

"Haven't you had enough?" You giggled at him.

"I haven't had THAT much." He argued. You blew him off and started to crawl over the couch to sit closer to him. The boombox played rock music loudly as the two of you sat there alone. Then the song changed and you felt the need to dance.

"Oh I love this song!" You shouted as you turned the music up and began swaying back and forth in front of Dean, who watched with a confused gaze. He watched you back up slowly as you danced until you were directly in front of him, waving your ass at him, basically.

He left his beer pressed to his lips as his mouth hung open ever-so slightly. He watched you, and then he felt you. You had taken a seat on his lap and began swaying and grinding to the beat.

"What are you doing?" He muttered.

"Aww Cmon Dean, dance with me!" You smiled as you took a hand of his and placed it on your hip. You never really looked at Dean in a sexual way, but you had been spending more and more time with him. He was cute. Dean, while he had always seen you sexually, he never really considered you an option. You just seemed like you could have done...better? But who cares about that now? You're both out of your minds, running on pure adrenaline and desire. Dean set his beer down and held your hips and guided them as you moved.

"Fuck you're hot." He moaned. You bit your bottom lip with pride as you slowly started to feel his erection through his jeans.

"You think?" You toyed with him as you leaned your head back and rested it on his shoulder. Dean closed his eyes and nodded. "Show me then." You whispered softly in his ear before nibbling on his earlobe. He took in a deep breath and you took his hand again, you pressed it to your crotch. He began teasing you, rubbing his fingers against your jeans. Your ass pressed against him still as you rocked back and forth. He reached down your pants and began toying with you, gently rubbing your clit as you teased him.

"Fuck Y/N." He groaned as you moaned into his ear. The pleasure rushed through your system and yet you craved more. You pulled off your pants and continued to tease Dean, taking pleasure in the little sounds he made. "Ah, god-damn it," he huffed, "quit teasing me."

"Oh, you think thats teasing??" You giggled before standing again. You helped him out of his pants before kneeling and pulling his cock from his boxers. His chest began to heave as you placed it at your lips. You licked and sucked little by little as he twitched and moaned. You watched him from your seat as you took all that you could, slowly, and then pulled him back out. It was so fuck to watch him squirm. "Had enough?" You asked as you started to slowly stroke him.

"Oh fuck, cmon Y/N, give it to me." He pleaded.

"Give you what?" You stood and straddled him as you threw your shirt and removed your bra. "These?" His eyes starred at them as he reached out to grope and suck them. He pulled you in close, his cock pressing against your panty covered ass. He bucked his hips up for any sort of friction.

"Please baby, you know what I want." He moaned into your chest. You smiled and stood to hand him a condom to hastily apply, and to remove your panties. You sat over him once again, your wet entrance hovering over him as he watched you. You slowly slid down on him and you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. "Ahhh fuuuck." He moaned.

You started to bounce and grind on him as you pleased, watching him helplessly under you as you fucked him. You moaned as the pleasure flowed throughout you, it drove you closer and closer to the edge. You started to ride him fast, your eyes closed as you arched your back and looked up to the ceiling. Fuck, you were close. More, more, faster, Faster. You bounced and his moans and the way he called you "baby" it all drove your further.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" before you knew it, you felt yourselft tense and then release suddenly as your orgasm washed over you. You came to a slow and then stopped as you realized Dean had cum soon after you. With heavy eyes he wrapped his around your torso and rested his head on your chest.

Damn.

Needless to say your friendship was ruined. But hey, now there were more benefits! Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink!

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TAZNC Day 4

@taznovembercelebration

Selected prompt is italicized:  Bookstore, Fall walk

See the month’s prompt list: https://bit.ly/2TUfDLC

Read it on AO3: https://bit.ly/38cjqMO

“Um, excuse me, sir?” Taako glanced up from his magazine to look over the counter, but there was no one there. Whatever, even if he technically was a co-owner, income wasn't really a big deal. He was modeling part time and in fashion school the rest of it, so the book store could rot for all he cared.

But Lucretia would have his head if he was the reason the family business failed, so he showed up on-time (ish) and ignored his cousin Magnus's complaints about being late to go walk Petal, Grandpa Merle's therapy dog.

"Sir? Hello?" The small voice came again.

"Kids section is on the left, just past the graphic novels. We have everything from Dr. Suess to basic chaptered books and books that go level by level." Taako glanced up from his magazine just long enough to grab his pen and scribble down some notes before flipping the page. "Now scram. I'm busy kid."

"I'm looking for a copy of House of Leaves- It said you had a copy in your stock on your website. Is that correct?" The boy seemingly found footing on the front of the counter and hauled himself up, head peeking over the top.

Taako blinked twice. "Uh, pumpkin, I think you've got the wrong book. Are you looking for the felt jungle book with the little hut on the front?"

"No, I mean the one by Mark Danieleweski. You have it in stock, right?" He readjusted his glasses with one hand, the other still gripping tight into the wood of the counter.

"It's a little advanced for you. You should pick something more your age- the diary of a wimpy kids are really popular, and a new one just came out," Taako gestured to the display. 

"With all due respect, sir, those books are for babies-"

"Angus?" A man with dreads who had just entered the store beelined for the counter. "Is everything okay?" And then, he glanced up and his eyes met Taako's, and he smiled. "Oh, hey. Good to see you- how are things?"

"Uh, fine, I guess- look, your kid wants a book that's way out of his skill range. I know adults who couldn't finish it," Taako turned to the handsome man instead. Surely he'd be more reasonable than his son.

"Oh, you know how he is," Kravitz laughed a little. "I'm sure it won't be an issue. Hell, he'll probably have it done by the end of the week. If it's in stock, we'll take it."

"Look, if we only have one in stock, I don't want to sell it to some kid who's only going to read four pages and drop it," Taako frowned, admitting defeat and pushing his magazine aside. "It's a popular read, and it'll be bad for our Yelp reviews."

"What are you- this is Angus we're talking about," the dad's face turned from pleasant to confused to upset. "He read the Iliad in two days and the Odyssey in an afternoon. He read war and peace in under a week and complained that it was boring, and that it was too simple- come on, you know him."

"I don't actually- I've never met your kid. And what am I supposed to tell people when they come in- that some five year old snagged it first?" Taako asked.

"You've been selling him books for weeks- you were the one who sold him Pride and Prejudice last Thursday." The man gestured to his son in exasperation. "You really don't remember?"

"Nope, sorry homie," he said. "But regardless of that, I'm not selling your kid this six hundred page book."

"Fine," the man said, getting more irritated by the minute. "Then I'll buy it. Is that more comfortable for you to tell your customers?"

"Yeah, sure," Taako yawned, grabbing the last book from the store room and scanning it. "Sixty-five fifty-four, how would you like to pay?"

And, with a gaze that looked a lot like premeditated murder, the man squeezed his son's hand and grumbled "Credit."

~

"It was just weird, I don't know why he avoided me like that," Lup frowned, staring down at her pasta. "We always grab coffee together on Mondays and catchup on what happened on the weekend. But he seemed pretty mad at me."

"Yeah, I don't know hun. Did you try and talk to him about it?" Barry asked.

Taako took another bite of his food. As much as he liked living with his sister and brother-in-law, it had it's downfalls- like lab talk at the dinner table."

"All he said was that I hurt Angus' feelings, which doesn't make sense, because I really thought we hit it off? Kravitz had mentioned bringing him to Magnus' barbecue, since he couldn't find a sitter, and the kid seemed really excited." She frowned. "Like, he really wanted to meet Maggie's rescues, and I haven't seen him since he last came into the shop, so I don't know what I could have done."

"Did you try and apologize for whatever upset them?" Barry sipped his water thoughtfully.

"Yeah- I apologized if I had done anything out of line, said that I never meant to offend and that if he was willing to help me correct my mistake I would in a heartbeat, but he wasn't interested. He just said 'maybe another time' and headed back to the report section." She sighed. "I really feel like I messed this up, and I don't even know what I did."

"Hey, if he's being an ass then fuck him." Taako nudged her with his foot. "You've already got one shitty job at the bookstore where you deal with shitty people- you don't need to deal with shitty people at the job you like too."

"Yeah, I guess- he's just a good friend," She frowned. "And his kid rocks- I feel bad that I hurt his feelings."

"Hey, speaking of kids, want to hear about this weirdo family that came into the shop on my shift last week?" Taako changed the subject. "Really fucking odd. This guy bought his kid House of Leaves. The kid was like eight, and I told him like five times that it was too mature for him, and the dad nearly lost it."

Lup and Barey exchanged a very slow, very deliberate look.

"Taako," Lup said slowly, "babes, it's imperative that you listen to me and answer this as best as you can- what did the dad look like?"

"Uh, dark hair- box braids? And like, a little bit of stubble…" Taako wracked his brain. "Uh, an inch or two taller than we are."

"Was he your type? Did you think he was hot?"

"Uh… yes?"

"Fuuuck," she groaned. "No wonder he's pissed at me! I better call him."

"Wait," Taako stopped her with a grin. "I have a better idea."

~~~~

"I don't know, dad," Angus frowned, tugging gently at their joined hands. "I know Mrs. Lup is a good friend of yours, but I'm just not super comfortable with going back."

"She said she really wants to make it up to you, dear," Kravitz pulled his boy to a less busy patch of side walk and kneeled so they could be eye to eye. "She's made you a little basket of books to take home and said you could grab anything on the house- don't look at me like that, I checked and made sure they're age appropriate for you. She promised to apologize too, and she told me that there's a good reason for the mix up. And- and if there isn't, we can find a new bookstore, okay?" Kravitz squeezed his hand. “I think she was just having a rough day.”

“Okay,” Angus squeezed his father’s hand again. “But if she starts suggesting baby books again-”

“I won’t let her,” Kravitz promised, and he pushed the door open to the shop.

With the exception of an elderly couple in the adult section, the store was empty. Lup was kneeling in front of a book shelf close to the door, restocking. “Taako, bring four more copies of Shantaram when you’re done back there!”

“Now you’re just being mean!” A voice called back from the staff room, the door left ajar against a stool. Just in front of it, on the till counter, a magazine left abandoned.

“Hey, Lup,” Kravitz raised his hand in greeting. “Is there a second person working here right now? I’ve never seen that before.”

“Oh! Hey,” She dusted her hands off on her pants as she stood, smiling at them both. “Yeah, actually, he’s why I brought you guys in- I think things’ll make more sense once you meet my brother. Taako!” She called again.

“I’m coming! Jesus, hold your horses, woman!” He hissed, so Lup turned back towards the father and son.

“How was Pride and Prejudice, Angus? What did you think about Lydia and Wickham?”

“I- well, I didn’t really understand why they eloped, but it was certainly interesting- but that’s love, I guess-”

“Lu! Books are out!” Taako called, and Angus and Kravitz turned to see an identical twin pulling the stool from the door and flipping open the magazine.

“Thanks, ‘Ko!” She called back before turning back to their visitors. “So, um- I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. The Voidfish is a family business, and- while I know I’ve mentioned that I had a twin brother, I guess I forgot to mention that we’re identical. He’s- Taako’s an asshat sometimes-” “Wow, thanks Lup-”

“But he really didn’t know who either of you were and was doing what he thought was best for the store,” Lup finished. “It was just a huge misunderstanding- Taako didn’t know who you were, but you thought you knew him. But he knows now, so it won’t happen again. Promise.”

“We also made cookies,” Taako added, “In the little basket Lup made up. She threw some classics in there- you like Margaret Atwood, kiddo? Her stuff isn’t my favourite, but it does make good kindling.” “I like Margaret Atwood,” Lup frowned, taking the basket that Taako lifted over the desk without looking away from his fashion magazine. “Also, she’s a cool lady.”

“Cool lady doesn’t mean good author, Lulu,” He replied, causing his sister to huff in frustration.

“Here, Angus- These are a couple of my favourites. Go ahead and pick something you’re interested in, okay? I want to talk to your dad.” She kneeled and passed it over. “It’s okay if you don’t like them, but I want a full book report next time you come by, okay? You better tell me everything that’s wrong with each of them.”

“Yes ma’am!” he grinned, taking off down the aisle.

“I’m sorry again about everything,” Lup looked to Kravitz. “He’s- he’s abrasive, I know, but it won’t happen again.”

“Lup, hey,” He cut her off with a hand on her shoulder, “it’s okay. We’re good.”

“Yeah?” Lup visibly relaxed.

“Yeah,” Kravitz’s eyes drifted to where Angus had placed a copy of a book on Taako’s counter and was chattering away (much to Taako’s chagrin). “Besides, as much as I like Jenkins, I need my lab partner back. I can only work with him for so long before I lose it.”

“Oh, thank god,” She sighed in relief. “I think Brian is great and all, but he has the worst lab etiquette of all time.”

“So we’re good?” Kravitz nudged her lightly.

“Yeah, we’re good,” She nudged him back. “And, hey, just before we wrap up this whole fight thing, would you ever date my brother?”