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For a moment they just stared at one another, assessing, evaluating each other. The smile vanished for a moment as Joe followed her gaze, the torrential downpour now coming in waves over the stores glass front, with a chuckle he nodded. "Ah. I totally get it."

Joe took a quick glance around, with the current onslaught of rain and it being a Wednesday, the store was completely empty, except for 𝙮𝙤𝙪. "It seems I am all yours than."

His eyes flickered over to meet your gaze, the smile returned as he took a step toward you, reclosing the space and giving you his undivided attention.

"What kind of books do you like? Favorite Author or genre? It helps to know a little about the customers' taste."

The last word lingered there between them, the word taste fresh on his tongue. He idly wondered what 𝙮𝙤𝙪 taste like.

@lilithcatsan

It's a slow day today, Joe thought to himself. He sighed as he began to walk around, shelving books in the correct order, putting them where they belong. His mind wandering to Mr. Mooney, wondering what the old man could be doing. Joe made a mental note to visit him. It's been a while, he thought and grimaced.

The bells jingled for the door, signaling that a customer had just walked in. With a slight roll to his eyes, he pushed a smile to his lips and walked out to the front counter.

"Hi, I'm Joe. How can I help you?"

@lilithcatsan

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Joe smiled, watching you as he noticed how open your facial expressions actually were. Behind all your black, he was beginning to see 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You're quit nerdy, aren't you? Nerdy is good, nothing wrong with nerdy.

You've already read this book, haven't you? Joe meets your small smile with a lopsided one of his own. You're quiet, did I say something? Did you say something?

Joe's eyes drifted from your face to your small fingers as they played with the end of your braid, you're definitely nervous. Meeting your gaze again, he tilted his head toward the register and stepped back, book still clutched in his hand. "I can check you out, unless you're still looking, of course?"

@lilithcatsan

It's a slow day today, Joe thought to himself. He sighed as he began to walk around, shelving books in the correct order, putting them where they belong. His mind wandering to Mr. Mooney, wondering what the old man could be doing. Joe made a mental note to visit him. It's been a while, he thought and grimaced.

The bells jingled for the door, signaling that a customer had just walked in. With a slight roll to his eyes, he pushed a smile to his lips and walked out to the front counter.

"Hi, I'm Joe. How can I help you?"

@lilithcatsan

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Send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours.

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You're nervous. Joe stops in front of you, the book dangling loosely in your small hand. He takes the book, careful not to brush fingers or linger longer than was necessary. With a small smile, he surveyed the book.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒐 𝑪𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒉𝒐, good choice. Very deep and thought provoking."

Joe handles the book delicately, long fingers tracing the spine as his dark eyes roved the copy, evaluating it. Assessing it. He opened the book and flipped through a few pages. Old, but undamaged. Good condition, great condition actually.

His eyes suddenly dart up, meeting your gaze as the corner of his mouth lifted. Up closer, he can smell your perfume, or maybe that's just your scent, either way it was intoxicating.

Joe inhaled, eyes dilated slightly as he imagined closing the store early, turning the open sign to closed and drawing the blinds. Then he would return to find you half naked in a reading corner, your small hand between your thighs as he kneels in front of you...

Clearing his throat, a tight smile as he blurted out a price, anything to clear his head from 𝙮𝙤𝙪. "Umm, 29.99 it's a great book for a great price. I think you would love it, but what do I know, I'm a glorified librarian." He joked, gently flirting.

I have to know 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

@lilithcatsan

It's a slow day today, Joe thought to himself. He sighed as he began to walk around, shelving books in the correct order, putting them where they belong. His mind wandering to Mr. Mooney, wondering what the old man could be doing. Joe made a mental note to visit him. It's been a while, he thought and grimaced.

The bells jingled for the door, signaling that a customer had just walked in. With a slight roll to his eyes, he pushed a smile to his lips and walked out to the front counter.

"Hi, I'm Joe. How can I help you?"

@lilithcatsan

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Did you know?

That Penn Badgley is in a band.

It's called Mothxr (Ironic, isn't it?)

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(I apologize in advance if this is out of nowhere)

*the door bell jingles as a figure walks inside. He takes a deep breath of fresh Air...well bookstore Air I guess. He began looking through the bookstore walking through each aisle just looking around. He pauses lingering in the horror section pulling out a book, reading the back summary, muttering something to himself as he puts the book back, he continues to do this to every other book in the section for like 5 minutes before he notices you. He perks up*

"hi! Do you work here? I was wondering if you had the fazbear fright books?" :)

Joe smiled politely, walking back toward the section the man had been browsing, he spotted the author and located the series.

"By Scott Cawthon, right? First one should be 𝙁𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮'𝙨: 𝙁𝙖𝙯𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 #1: 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙞𝙩?"

Plucking the book from the shelf, Joe walked over, a soft smile on his lips and offered the book to the man.

"To answer your question, yes I do work here. My name is Joe, nice to meet you."

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𝙔𝙤𝙪 look up. Our eyes meet for just a second before you return to your browsing. What are you looking for? He wonders, returning to the books for a few moments. The thought of 𝙮𝙤𝙪 kept returning to the forefront of his mind.

Joe looks up and notices that you've moved closer, your black boots creating a small 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 sound and grabbing his attention. His eyes drifted up, resting at your waist. You're so tiny, he would take care of you. He would make sure you ate breakfast, the most important meal of the day. He would make you dinner, every night. He would take care of 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

Joe's eyes continue up, noticing all the black. Is that a preference? What are you hiding from? The questions mounting up, his eyes locked with yours and he swallowed.

"Did you need help after all?" Did you notice him staring? Were you staring, while he was staring?

Joe stood up, putting the book he'd been holding down on a random shelf, he'd have to get that later as he moved toward 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

@lilithcatsan

It's a slow day today, Joe thought to himself. He sighed as he began to walk around, shelving books in the correct order, putting them where they belong. His mind wandering to Mr. Mooney, wondering what the old man could be doing. Joe made a mental note to visit him. It's been a while, he thought and grimaced.

The bells jingled for the door, signaling that a customer had just walked in. With a slight roll to his eyes, he pushed a smile to his lips and walked out to the front counter.

"Hi, I'm Joe. How can I help you?"

@lilithcatsan

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Soft music plays in the background, Joe unconsciously tilts his head to the side for one second to long before coming back to Earth. He grimaced slightly, resisting the urge to shake his head to clear the fog like a cartoon character.

Don't be weird, he thought to himself, meeting her gaze.

Recovering quickly, Joe smiled and nodded. "If you need anything, don't hesitate." Joe left the counter, leaving it within sight, he went back to shelving books.

Look at 𝙮𝙤𝙪. The way you carry yourself, the way you move. You're not from New York, are you? Joe peered over at the woman from behind the shelf, his hands continuously working, only going slower as his eyes watched her.

Laptop? Are you a writer? For all of our sakes, lets hope not. Joe sucked in a small breath, looking down as he grabbed a newly bound first edition 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣.

Who are 𝙮𝙤𝙪? Joe smiled.

@lilithcatsan

It's a slow day today, Joe thought to himself. He sighed as he began to walk around, shelving books in the correct order, putting them where they belong. His mind wandering to Mr. Mooney, wondering what the old man could be doing. Joe made a mental note to visit him. It's been a while, he thought and grimaced.

The bells jingled for the door, signaling that a customer had just walked in. With a slight roll to his eyes, he pushed a smile to his lips and walked out to the front counter.

"Hi, I'm Joe. How can I help you?"

@lilithcatsan

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It's a slow day today, Joe thought to himself. He sighed as he began to walk around, shelving books in the correct order, putting them where they belong. His mind wandering to Mr. Mooney, wondering what the old man could be doing. Joe made a mental note to visit him. It's been a while, he thought and grimaced.

The bells jingled for the door, signaling that a customer had just walked in. With a slight roll to his eyes, he pushed a smile to his lips and walked out to the front counter.

"Hi, I'm Joe. How can I help you?"

@lilithcatsan

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"ყoυ ᥲrᥱ ᥲ womᥲᥒ ᥲᥒd ι ᥲm ᥲ mᥲᥒ ᥲᥒd wᥱ bᥱᥣoᥒg ιᥒ thᥱ dᥲrk togᥱthᥱr"

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

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YOU (2018 - 2025) 1.10 "Bluebeard's Castle" 5.02 "Blood Will Have Blood"

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Elizabeth Lail as Guinevere Beck

— in You S01 E03 "Maybe"

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@gleamingcrowns (Love Quinn)

Joe had left Calvin, a slight smile on his face. He had gotten the job, no surprise there. Rounding the corner on his way out, Joe spotted her.

Hello, you.

Fuck. Wait, no, no and no! I can't do this again. I can't obsess about why you seem so concerned over the state of the vegetables. I don't want to figure out who you are.

Unconsciously, Joe stepped closer. Dipping his head, he moved easily around the large shelf separating him from her. He watched as she bumped into a woman, the smile that lit up her face, he almost held his breath.

You have a way with people, don't you? Here you are, buying vegetables in an organic health food store. Your clothes are nice, shoes clean. You take care of your things.

Walking over, a loaf of bread spinning between his hands as he nonchalantly looked at some fruit. The green apples looked good, he thought. Stepping nearer, he could almost smell her and then she spoke to him.