I do want to tell him my fantasies actually.
I do want to tell him about writing about Percy Jackson and his golden skin. I want to tell him about reading and writing Eddie’s softness and love and tenderness. I want to tell him about Bucky’s strength and sense of humour. I want to tell him everything and all of it, I want him to hear all my fantasies and be ready and willing and inspired.
I want him to chuckle and laugh when I talk about Stark and pull me into his lap and go ‘yeah babe but I’m real’ and kiss me smugly and cockily and just melt in his arms.
I want him to be inspired, take it as a challenge, and he certain that he will always be better than anything I could dream up. I want him to need me and care about me.
(He watches my insta stories almost immediately after posting them).
I want his warm soft skin and hard muscles, I want his cute cheeky grin, I want him to put his arm around me and protect me from the dark. I want him to spit my hair out of his mouth and gently put it aside. I want him to take me with him when he goes out. I want to dress up for him and wear a dress that will make him grind up against me in his white t shirt and jeans.
And I barely know this dude so im confused as to where this all comes from.
