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 đ" to which I responded with "Only a hand đ„ș".
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.đ
Currently on call with him video call with him. And his dad is up stairs so he sends me a text being like "just a heads up from the way your camera is angled I could see some under boob"...
My nerdy sweet boy. Jannu. I answered the call in a cropped thin white tank top and shorts that stop at my hips. I don't care if you saw a bit of under boob. So I said that and he said. "I know but I just thought I should let you know."
I love you and that you check my comfort with everything in our relationship since you know I had a shit one before but please, acknowledge the fact I'm doing this on purpose. He's so cute when flustered.
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, âwhatâs the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?â and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is âunofficialâ, and we know thatâs not the right word, but itâs the only word we can come up withâŠuntil finally itâs like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is âartificialâ.
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, âwhatâs the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?â and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is âunofficialâ, and we know thatâs not the right word, but itâs the only word we can come up withâŠuntil finally itâs like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is âartificialâ.
Thereâs no better feeling than bouncing on it puppy style
Like yeah let me whimper and make little pathetic noises while I rock my hips up and down on your dick, Iâm surprised youâre letting a little puppy like me get away with using you like my own personal toy hehe
i need to lock the fuck in so i can settle my assignments quickly AND GO BACK TO WRITING BRO FREE ME
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).
"people who stay up at night are either insomniac or In love" people who stay up at night read gay fanfiction on AO3 what are you on about?
Toasted strawberry pop tarts are a fucking delicacy when you're on your period man.
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
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