Sunday X Reader Novels & Stories

Me: Alright, send me a name or I’m just going to call out the first one that comes to mind. Typing bubbles. Gone. Silence. Then finally. SpectatorX: You really don’t have to do it. I grit my teeth. Me: Yeah, I do. You bought it. You get what you paid for. More silence. Then it lands: SpectatorX: Xavier. I whisper it once, slow. Xavier. Letting it roll around my tongue, savoring it like chocolate melting in my mouth. It feels real, heavy. Dangerous. I can’t stop the grin that curls. I type back: Sexy. I like it.