When every virgin reader is a petite, white sundress, childish, pigtailed, ‘doe eyed’ innocent girl
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When every virgin reader is a petite, white sundress, childish, pigtailed, ‘doe eyed’ innocent girl
How I feel after crying over a literal x reader fanfic
My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!
Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:
Oh wow this guy is so cute, I hope he doesn’t die or get severely injured ever
I was then shot 57 times
Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐
the joy I get when my favorite fictional men are written starved, depraved, and longing for reader like it's the best thing in the world
I want to fidget with his hands. Gently tracing each finger, drawing shapes in the palm of his hand, the warmth and weight of his hand in mine soothing me. And we just sit in silence as I do this, each other’s presence being enough to just relax and enjoy the moment of peace.
𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚
“ℯ𝓍𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻 , 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓇ℯ𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻”
the brunette boy was falling apart in your hands
calloused fingers struggling to grip the flesh on your hips
as incoherent babbling escaped his lips
“nghh— can’t— please.. fuck,”
his jeans were still on
dirty grimy jeans that already had a wet patch growing
you slowly unzipped them
letting your fingers take their time as you pulled them down
desperate for friction he squirmed
you clicked your tongue
“mm.. no moving. youre being a bad boy..”
“m’sorry… s-so sorry..”
“won’t happen again… please j-j-just a little lower.. mmmph… please?”
your warm palm began to circle his growing… problem.
slowly removing his soaked boxers.
the achy red tip was cute, all messy and impatient.
just like him.
your hands moved up and down slowly
“yes! oh god… m-more”
his back arched off the sheets
“so sensitive…” you cooed
“all for you..”.
you licked a slow stripe up his hardening erection.
testing the waters.
he let out a whimper.
a delicious sound of his growing pleasure.
”n-need to touch you…”
instead of waiting his hands moved.
you held them down.
slowly moving your own to his neck.
“gonna keep these here while i ride you…”
he moaned at just your words.
you slowly — oh so slowly — removed your damp undergarments.
the sight of your glistening cunt caused another whimper.
so pathetic.
without even waiting you let yourself onto him.
the warmth alone, the noise, the feeling of you made it so much worse.
“oh! oh.. mmmphh,”
“s-so tight… fuck..”
you began to move up and down.
the sound of skin against skin filled the room.
as you promised your hands wrapped around his throat.
his pulse thrumming under your touch.
“s-so good…”
“youre so beautiful..”
”just like that— agh..”
the sight before you was beautiful. you wished it could be engraved in marble.
he was so pathetic, a mess of noise with his own fluids coating his heaving chest.
so pretty.
all yours.
oh shit guys guess who’s back 😳😳😳😳
also this is not proofread at all