Bf Stuff Part 1.

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

Bf stuff part 6.

We hung out today with some of my friends and he kissed me twice. I did it as he was leaving by grabbing his collar and kissing him then I panicked and tried to back pedal. Only for him to mutter a "No you don't" as he held my waist and kissed me again. Genuinely felt a bit dissy afterwards which was a surprise but goodness did he catch me off guard with this.

We both called again when we got home and I ended up confessing a wet dream I had in detail where he fingered me to him. He teased me and added something About storing it away for later. Teasing me like that both makes me want to be submissive and manhandled or bratty and assertive. He made a comment about making my insides sticky and I jokingly brought up a condom to which he replied "Ehhhh...". Only to end it off by asking how many kids I'd want in the future.

I responded with two or three but I had to fight my brain from saying "Baby boy as long as we're financially, emotionally, and mentally good for it I'd pop out as many kids as you want sir." Thank god I'm too much of a wuss for that but he gave me a ring as a late birthday gift though.

Bf stuff part 5.

I'm gonna jump him. This cheeky mf thinks he can start flirting more since I turned eighteen? All of a sudden. Out of nowhere...

Here I am trying to remain as a stable human being playing a game with him and this smug fuck texts me, while in call. Not once. Not twice. Not thrice. Four. Four times.

The first time was a surprise. "I'm going to make you moan my name." Which damn. Okay he's teasing me since I groaned in annoyance from losing so I focus on the game again. Then the next one comes in. "Just let me know if you ever need a hand 😏" to which I responded with "Only a hand 🥺".

Then he proceeded to flirt with me on call throughout this card game and I'm starting to sweat from more than just the intensity of it. When all of a sudden I get another ping. "Like you'd bounce off me".

Y'all when I say sweating, I mean sweating. Then finally he eases up a bit towards the end and I get this "I need to nead (knead, he can't spell lol) you like bread". I swear, one of these times I'm gonna respond without a filter and he'll buffer. I both dread and look forward to it cause I have very little confidence about these things but a lewd brain.😭

If you don’t love me at my maleist you don’t deserve me at my womanist

My wife (ao3) lying in her hospital bed (down for maintenance) as I hold her hand lovingly, waiting for the moment she wakes again (waiting for ao3 to go back up).

i need to fuck him so bad i wanna make him cum a morbillion times and then put him in a warm bath n wash his hair for him n dry him off n wrap him in fluffy towels n feed him chocolate n yummy snacks n give him a nice massage then cuddle with him in a big mountain of pillows n watch stupid shitty reality tv while i run my fingers through his hair until he falls asleep with his head on my chest n a lil smile on his face

Man spreading in a sundress with a thigh slit is such a power move. 😎

i also need to remind him that he can absolutely wake me up in the middle of the night by eating me out like he wants to or fucking me like i want him to

in the mood to beg

royalty kink but i don't have the attitude or stuck up arguments of a prince. i just want to be dressed up in pretty ruffles/lace and pampered until im slammed into the sheets by a much bigger knight without having to think