me and my fictional husband against the world ~ ༊*·˚ ୨🎀୧

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me and my fictional husband against the world ~ ༊*·˚ ୨🎀୧
The librarian tells everyone to be quiet but I wanna fuck a librarian while he's on the job. Wanna make him sit on my lap and jerk him off under the table or maybe I could sit on his lap instead and cockwarm him while he tries to stay quiet only to beg for me to get up. He's on the job after all! He needs to be a good example for others! He can't just let out these whines and sobs!
Oh and I wanna make him read a book while I tease him, hear him break his words or try to keep his vision from blurring.
I loooove imparting praise to boys who’ve clearly never received it
When he shyly says something he’s not too sure of and you answer with “smart boy”
When he’s clearly doing something just to please you... and totally not so you can tell him “what a good boy I have”
When he dresses especially pretty for you: “got all dolled up for me?”
When he’s taking you for the first time until he’s filled to the brim and tries to hide behind his hands: “aw, don’t hide now. You’re doing so well for me” 🥰🥰
Your favorite redacted listener = Your nailset
(part one, the mates edition)
Sweetheart;
Angel;
Baaabe;
And there he was.
Standing right in front of you, stepping closer inch by inch.
That deranged smile across his face as he acts like nothing happened. "Doll? Come on, give me a hug like all the times!"
He just took the life of someone for you; Right in front of you.
He opens his arms and begins to lean closer. Before you can run away, he grabs you by the sleeve of your jacket and tugs you into his arms.
You can almost if not feel the red body fluids scattered across his chest and hands imprint onto your jacket.
All you do is stand there, allowing him to hug you closely to him. His hands caressing your head and he sloely mutters into your ear "You're mine, no on else's."
This was the second attempt at an escape, you weren't sure how he always managed to know where you were but he did. And this time, it resulted in the life of another person.
"No matter how hard you try to leave, I'll always find you again."
At this point, it might just be easier to regret than to resist... "Come on, let's go home. You must be tired"
He drags you away, tear filled eyes as you turn your head around looking behind at the atmosphere as it slowly becomes into a long horizon.
listening to no makeup by exo and all my thoughts are slow, soft make out sessions as we lay together on the bed
just gentle touches and kissing each other so softly, languidly, as if we've done this so many times that we've memorised how we move.
they softly cup your cheek, drawing your lips ever closer to theirs, if that was even possible, eyes closed and just savouring the taste of you.
dreamy sighs as you stop for breath, hooded eyes as you stare at each other with so much affection and admiration.
the delicate grip on your hips to pull you closer to them, the light squeeze of their fingers into your skin.
the way they nose into the skin of your neck, breathing in your comfortable, familiar scent. this is the happiest they've ever been, laying there with the love of their life, embracing them, enjoying the little moments within the silence
ugh just soft fluffy thoughts of my faves
your faves do this, your faves like that,
your faves want you to drink water. your faves want you to eat. you haven't eaten today, have you? your faves are telling you to sustain or deflate, bitch.