Freaky Pfp Novels & Stories

Freya’s P.O.V I lay on my stomach next to my best friend. She was lying beside me on my bed while we surfed with my laptop. We were watching short free videos of girls giving blow jobs and letting the guy cum all over their faces and even in their mouths. “Eeeww, gud, that looks so gross! How can they do that!” blurted Brenda. “I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something?

Instead of calling her, I added her on F******k first. After she approved my request, I sent her the video about the call she had made before Judith had had her operation in the hospital. After I sent the message to Comfort, I saw Haick's F******k profile picture. He had used a photo of his as his profile picture. I had never really paid attention to the profile photo on his F******k account. I clicked open the picture, enlarging it. Only then did I realize that it was a photo of him when he was in college.

She took her cell phone and started searching on F******k. His profile was the first one on the list, she clicked it. His display picture was him and his dog, a Pomeranian, she thought. Good thing most of his information was public and she wasn't even surprised when she saw that he has lots of friends but wondered if he knew all of them.

“Just get out, let people know your real face is uglier than a lion who just woke up. Not to mention your eyes that look like devil's eyes, which are really red.” A floating pillow slapped Rein's face who could only stare blankly at the mound under the blanket which now showed a messy face with traces of tears that were very pathetic. “He's not wrong, the video is fake, just a fabrication. Stop crying. You're such a crybaby to be a girl.”

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I just decided to take the easy way out, burying my head like an ostrich, unwilling to admit the fact that he just came back into my life. And a random photo of me staring at him gets pinned to my locker door and is now posted on social media. What was that all about? Oh yes, talking about the post…. I quickly dug out my phone and opened up to the F******k page. It’s an open page where everyone can post anything, and it now has more followers than before. I scrolled down the page trying to search for that damn photo. I felt my heart skip a beat when I found it. Among the photos posted, this one gained traction. Hundreds of shares and likes and fifty-plus comments.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

So this what world like when they had their phones? I went over my seat. I opened my newly made f******k account. It was an anonymous. Creyshiee Elliee, that is my f******k name. Weird right? But nothing is more weird than the person who keep sending me messages. Mostly, I didn't put my face as a profile picture. I saved some cute chibi anime girls and make it as my profile picture. I only have three person's on my friend list. Patty, Krisha, and Zack. An idea pops in my mind. I tried searching for my f******k account I use in the real world.

She doesn't care to ask how I feel. "Trent Aston!" She squeals. "I'm Pepper. But you can call me P! I'm a huge fan of yours. I follow you on I*******m and I've liked every picture you've ever posted! I also have your red 66 jerseys! When I grow up, I want to be a wag. Your wag!" Pepper is weird! And she's embarrassing me. He chuckles." I like you already, P. " "Well, everybody likes me. Except for my mom and my exes... "

Plus, all the groupies on the message board said he had a huge cock. Tommy couldn't have known how bad my celeb crush really was. He couldn't have known about all the sleepless nights I'd spent laying in bed, one hand between my legs as I stared at the bulge in Contendah's pants on my "Dat Krew" poster. Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big.