holding someone’s face between your palms, whether you’re standing above them or sitting in their lap or laying beside them. taking the time to kiss everywhere but their mouth- their hairline, brow, the tip of their nose, across each cheek and the jut of their chin. then the eye contact, soft and serious before you finally, finally, finally kiss their lips and feel them smile against yours
touch me. feel me. admire me. use your fingers and mouth to explore my body. turn me into a blushing, dripping, incoherent mess. i want to be putty in your hands. fuck me so good i turn stupid. fuck me so good i make noises i’m embarrassed to hear. make my pussy yours. make me feel like a pretty little fucktoy. i want to feel your eyes and all your attention on me.
idk man, i just wanna write a fic that someone reads obsessively at 3am. a fic that someone loses sleep to finish because just one more chapter and tries to give multiple kudos. a fic that people will leave a comment on every chapter. i want to write a fic that people will recommend to others, that they think nails the characterization and relationship dynamic. i want to write someone’s comfort fic, someone’s favorite fic, or someone’s fic they read when they want to re-read something. i want to be that fic writer. i want to write that fic.
Pour one out for all the stories you’ll never find again, that you barely remember in totality, but that left an impression on you that you’ll never forget.
The short stories from standardized tests that you only had a few minutes to read, but those minutes will last a lifetime.
The books on the library display shelf you used to occupy time until your mom could come pick you up from school.
The graphic novel you picked up when you were first getting into comics and could never find again.
The single lines or themes from stories you otherwise don’t remember, save for the one thing that you saw and internalized as a new part of your personality.
Let’s pour one out for the books that built us, even if we never could find them again, and couldn’t of we wanted to.
