Summary:Ā Emily remembers just how lucky she is to have you
Warnings: Daddy kink, pregnant sex, nipple play
Word Count: 1425
You glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, its red numbers broadcasting it being just shy of one AM. You yawned, momentarily wondering why you were unusually warm for a March night before remembering that youād put your daughter to bed with you an hour earlier after having woken up four times before that out of sheer nervousness about the girlās temperature.
Just as you were having that thought, she began to squirm and whimper. When you rolled over to tend to her, though, the moonlight flooding in the window illuminated your wifeās form as she attempted to tiptoe into the room without waking you.
āWhen did you get in?ā you asked around another yawn as you sat up in bed, though it was a considerable chore.
āWe landed twenty minutes ago,ā Emily murmured, dropping a kiss to your lips. āI may have I had my lights on,ā she added in that way that you could never quite tell if she was joking or not. She then dropped a kiss to the childās forehead, adding, āSheās burning up...ā
You nodded. āShe was barely one hundred point four when I put her down at nine,ā you explained. āThatās why sheās in here with us, so I could keep an eye on her without having to get out of bed.ā As if sensing her next question, you reached for the thermometer on the nightstand and passed it to her.
She laughed softly. āPrepared for everything, hmm?ā
āHave you seen how long it takes me to get out of bed lately?ā you replied. And, as if right on cue... You groaned, pointed an accusing finger at your wife, and declared, āThis is your fault, by the way.ā Then, you began the arduous process of standing up.
āHow is it my fault?ā she asked, though it was clear she knew youād only meant it jokingly.
Finally gaining your feet, you glanced at her over your shoulder, making a dramatic show of rolling your eyes. āHave another baby, you said. Itāll be fun, you said.ā
She snorted with laughter. āWell, Iām having fun,ā she teased.
āYou would be,ā you muttered as you shuffled to the bathroom. By the time you returned, Emily had soothed your daughter back to sleep and was returning from settling her back in her own bed. āWas her fever down?ā you asked.
āEnough,ā she replied.
You raised a brow. āEnough for what?ā
āTo give us a little privacy.ā At your curious expression, she said, āI havenāt seen you in a week and a half...ā
You laughed, though it was tinged with just a little shyness. āI love you, Em, but thereās no way you still find me attractive at seven and a half months pregnant.ā
She fixed you with a pointed look. āYouāre ridiculous, you know that, right?ā
āHey!ā you whined. āWhy?ā
She just smiled softly, leaned in to kiss you. āYouāre gorgeous ā now and always ā and I will always want you...ā She kissed you again, her thumb finding your nipple through your tank top, coaxing a little whine past your lips. She pulled back slightly to whisper, āSay the word and I stop.ā Then, she was pushing your shirt up to expose your breasts and her lips were replacing her fingers on your nipple.
You shivered slightly, your hand resting on the back of her head, fingers winding in her hair. āEm...ā you rasped. Your nipples had been extremely sensitive, pretty much from the first trimester, and lately it seemed like all it took to have your writhing and whining was the slightest touch.
Smirking to herself, she scraped her teeth along the sensitive bud. āGod, youāre needy,ā she teased, using her fingers to play with your other nipple.
āYes,ā you gasped, grinding your hips against nothing, already feeling yourself soaking your panties.
Pulling back, she fixed you with a smug grin and said, āWhy donāt you get on your hands and knees for me, Angel, and I promise to make you feel good.ā
Once youād obeyed, moving into the requested position, she spent a few moments simply admiring you ā the sight of your swollen belly, your heavy breasts ā and revelling in the knowledge that you were all hers.
Getting impatient, you glanced at her over your shoulder and whined, āEm... Please...ā
She chuckled. āOh, youāre so cute when youāre begging me to fuck you.ā She smacked your ass firmly, causing you to squeak in surprise. āYou ready for my cock, Angel?ā
You knew what she wanted to hear... āPlease, Daddy?ā you asked with your most adorable little pout. āPlease fuck me?ā You wiggled your ass as you stared at her with your best puppy dog eyes. āI need it ā need you ā bad.ā
With a cocky grin, she dragged your panties down your thighs, leaning down to kiss your pussy. āOh, Angel, you want to fuck nasty tonight, hmm?ā she said, watching your cunt fluttering around nothing in desperate search of friction. āThis hungry pussy wants Daddyās cock, doesnāt it?ā
You whined, nodded eagerly.
āHow many times do you think I can make you cum before you tap out?ā she asked playfully as she pressed two fingers into you and began thrusting them at a rapid pace, trying to coax an orgasm from you before you could form an answer.
āE-Em... Emily...ā you gasped, already feeling an imminent climax.
She smirked. āYou really are a desperate little slut tonight, arenāt you? Iāve barely touched you and your cunt is drooling.ā
āDaddy...ā you whined, āPlease, please fuck me? Iāll be so good, I promise and...ā
She cut you off with a slap to your ass. āMouthy...ā But nonetheless, she moved from the bed to fasten herself into the harness. āIām going to fuck you ātil you canāt remember your own name...ā
Kneeling behind you, she spent several moments teasing you with the tip of her strap until you were squirming, backing your hips into her, trying to force her hand...but she just laughed, teased you a little longer, then guided herself into you.
As she proceeded to pound into you, you could feel your tank top getting damp, clinging to your breasts as they began to leak with the oxytocin coursing through your system. With one hand, she found one of your nipples and seemed determined to have you soaking through the fabric.
āEm...ā you protested, āToo sensitive...ā
āToo sensitive?ā she mocked. āToo bad.ā She pulled out of you, then grabbed your hip, using it as leverage to flip you over. āSince youāre being a whiny little bitch about it, if you want to cum, now youāll do it without my cock.ā
You pouted. āBut...ā
She gave you a look that was more than a little cocky as she pulled your tank top over your head and tossed it aside. You already knew what was coming and you couldnāt help but whimper pitifully, though you knew it would do no good in dissuading her from what she had planned. āDonāt whine,ā she scolded, pinching your thigh, āYou know how Daddy feels about whining.ā Then, she dove in and sucked one of your nipples into her mouth.
Clapping a hand over your mouth, you narrowly managed to stifle the cry that ensued. She laughed and you could feel the vibrations of it against your skin as she laved her tongue and teeth over the sensitive bud.
Winding your fingers in her hair, you kept a death grip on her head, eager to keep her attention on you. āMore... Please? I need more,ā you begged, the stimulation just shy of being enough to make you cum.
Grinning to herself, she moved her attention the other nipple and proceeded to absolutely torture you by positioning her knee so you could grind against her leg, forcing you to do the work if you really wanted it that badly... Which is also the moment that you remembered that, while you were in nothing but your panties, she was still fully clothed, and something about that power dynamic had always turned you on. That, coupled with being half-feral from hormones had you practically cumming on the spot.
You melted into the mattress as you came down from the climax feeling well and truly fucked dumb. Emily knelt above you for a moment, memorizing that moment, lost in awe that you were hers.
āEmily...ā you whined when she seemed lost in thought for too long. A beat. āEarth to Emily?ā
She moved to hover over you so she could kiss you, sweetly this time. āJust reminding myself of how lucky I am.ā
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Triolism: Iāll write our characters in a threesome. so ourlucky third is littletevinterwolfā! under the cut is shamelessand explicitĀ kallian/fenris/zev domestic smut, you havebeen warned
Hair clings in damp coils uncomfortably against necks, and clothing soaked by the persistent rain makes it hard to get comfortable. Caught unawares by the storm, they had not had the foresight to bring any equipment for such weather when going out to the store and paid the price. Zevran and Fenris stand soaked in their entryway, dripping onto the welcome mat that has been peed on by the cat multiple times. It is an ugly beige color by now, but a better option than dragging themselves onto the carpeted areas.
Kallian accompanies them; between the two men and shivering from more than just the cold that seeps through insufficient top and jeans. While she has not voiced her fear of thunder, and probably would not do so without an obscene amount of prompting, it is obvious enough to Zevran from the way that she jumps at each clap. His eyes meet with Fenrisā above her head, and the other elf nods in understanding ā words are not needed, in this instance.Ā
ā I suggest we divest ourselves of our clothing, ā Zevran leers for the appropriate amount of time after the statement, but all but rips off his garments and throws them to the tile of the kitchen floor, unashamed of his nakedness. Kallian mechanically does the same after giving a weak laugh, but her lack of reaction alone shows just how much the storm truly effects her. It is quiet as sopping cloth is thrown haphazardly, accompanied only by the sound of grunts of exertion and relief as their skin is exposed to the warm apartment air. The usual meows of Cordelia are nowhere to be found; most likely because she hides from the wrath of the storm as well.Ā
Fenris, ever efficient, gathers up their clothing to be taken to the laundry room. For a moment Zevran allows himself to admire the way his long, loping stride stretches the muscles of his thighs and backsides. Kallian is not immune to that charm, at least, and makes no secret of how she watches the tallest in interest. The open appreciation in her eyes is shared, and Zevran turns to wink conspiratorially before beckoning to her to follow him to his room. If Zevran had anything to say about it none of them would be wearing clothing at all, but Kallian is too riled up to so callously rush into carnal pleasures.Ā
ā I believe you left these the last time you were here, āĀ from his dresser is fished out a pair of lacy underthings, though he tosses them aside with a gentle chuckle and instead reaches for a more comfortable pair of his own boxers for her.Ā ā Though these would suit comfort better.Ā ā
ā Later, Iāll wear them for you, ā she teases but takes the second pair, also accepting the proffered shirt and cotton shorts.Ā
ā I hope you will keep that promise, ā Fenrisā voice rumbles from the doorway as he leans against it, finished with his task of starting the wash. His arms are crossed but the glint in his eyes is playful, and the fact that he wears only a pair of low-slung sweats suggests that he is comfortable in their presence. Laughing in agreement, Zevran also quickly changes into a new set of clothing to wear and follows the two out to the living room.Ā
Greeted by the now familiar sight of the horrendously green couch, Zevran picks up the remote and turns the volume up a few levels in an attempt to combat the sound of the raging thunder outside. Normally Fenris would scold him for it or at least give an aggravated sigh, but they both know it is more for Kallianās benefit than their own.Ā
ā Come, join us, Zev,Ā ā Kallian calls, grinning ever so slightly up to him and he is helpless to resist the invitation that is blatantly painted across the open postures and easy spread of her and Fenris.Ā
Her head already rests in the hollow of Fenrisā collarbone, but the arm closest to Zevran reaches to hold his hand, tangling their fingers and bringing them to rest on her thigh. Fenris slides an arm across the back of the sofa and brushes firmly against the nape of his neck, flicks playfully at the tip of his ear in the sliest move he has ever felt. Heat burns through Zevran at the touch, and he finds it within Fenrisā gaze as well, but he banks the feeling for later. They have all of the time in Thedas.Ā
With a sigh of contentment he settles back into the couch and involves himself in the score of the game. Out of the corner of his eye he monitors Kallian, however, and catches Fenris doing the same every so often. For the moment she is enthralled in the soccer match and her boyfriends are gratified to see her do so. Even the most innocent or foolish of fears deserve protection from, and they both share the sentiment though no words have been exchanged.
Their breath changes to match the others, and none speak lest they break the gentle lull of familiarity and contentment. It is easy to simply exist within the confines of their relationship, though there is plenty of talking as well.Ā
Limbs tangle together in patterns that are surprisingly uncomplicated, and Zevran is gratified to feel not only the soft brush of Kallianās skin but the slight shifting of Fenrisā muscles as well. Here are two that he loves more than life itself, and they sit next to him and are safe and whole.Ā
ā Now, who were we supposed to be cheering for again? āĀ he asks cheekily as the match ends, though he well knows the answer. The smack he gets upon his shoulder from Kallian for such a remark is gratifying, since it shows her to be in a better mood than earlier. Though the faintest sounds of thunder can still be heard and she burrowed into Fenrisā side, it is a definite improvement.Ā
Snorting, FenrisĀ rolls his eyes. āĀ You were just too busy studying their asses.Ā ā
ā What can I say? I have a rather one track mind, caro.Ā Ā āĀ Even now it drifts to other activities they could be doing on this couch. Have done in the past. It has been thoroughly defiled to the point where Fenris refuses to sell it, though Zevran suspects that has more to do with sentiment than how much bodily fluids would show up under black light.Ā
Now it is Kallianās turn to glance at the ceiling, which is a fairly common occurrence with conversations that include Zevran. Fortunately he knows they keep around for more reasons than just his pretty face ā who would pay the other half of the rent, after all? Ā Ā
It is a surprise, however, when she leans forward to kiss him. Fingers no longer chill from the temperature outside Ā trace the tattoo on his face before she parts from him with a sigh of satisfaction. From her grin it is obvious that she sees his growing desire, but sees it fit to tease him.Ā
Grinning conspiratorially, Fenris lowers his head from the other side of her to access the tan expanse of her neck, placing a gentle kiss there that makes her moan. With a tilt of her head the dark curtain of her hair falls to reveal more skin, which he eagerly takes advantage of. Zevran lurches forward to swallow the sound of another low noise from Kallian, lips moving softly against her own as he shifts forward.Ā
His hands guide her backwards until she sits firmly within Fenrisā lap, and he does not miss the roll of hips that means she sits upon his growing erection. A stifled curse hisses out of Fenris in Tevene and he grips the fabric of the couch in stuttered, aborted motions.Ā
ā Was this your plan all along, then? ā Fenris comments in a gruff tone that further shows just how aroused he is already, and it takes Zevran a moment to register the question. A further moment, then, to realize that he refers back to the comment on his one-tracked mind.Ā
ā While I would like to claim the credit, I believe it is rather the minx who started this. ā Nipping at her bottom lip and tugging slightly, Zevran pulls back to not only inspect his handywork but send an accusing glare at Kallian.Ā
A laugh full of mirth leaves her lips, and the sound is heady and deep, shooting directly to Zevranās cock. Upon Fenrisā lap she looks to be some divine offering, dwarfed by the muscled arms that circle her. She does not respond verbally and raises her chin for another kiss, flush overtaking her features and mouth parted for him.Ā
When he bypasses the offer entirely she gives an affronted huff, but distinctly changes her tune as Zevran goes to lift her shirt instead. ā A little help, amor? ā Ā
It is a joint effort to relieve her of the fabric, and Fenrisā hands come to join his in prompting her to lift her arms for them. In truth, it takes very little persuading, but she feigns getting it caught between her elbows to make them laugh. Zevran does not object for the way that it stretches her torso and displays her breasts, however. From Fenrisā sudden intake of breath it is obvious that he feels the same.Ā
As she is finally topless before them, Fenris cups a breast and focuses a finger on her dusky nipple, enjoying the way that Kallian pushes into it for more but also rolls backwards to make contact with his chest. She seems so awfully conflicted that Zevran decides to make matters easier for her by taking her other breast into hand and mouth.Ā
Kallian shudders at the touch of his tongue, only teasing flicks that barely touch at all. From the way that she wriggles so it is easy to tell that she is beginning to become frustrated with his ministrations.So impatient, Zevran thinks with humor.Ā Only a little bit of revenge; he will not leave her waiting too long.Ā
ā If you donāt get down to business I swear to the Archdemon, Zev ā ā threat is cut off by a firm suck upon her breast and her head falls back against Fenrisā shoulder, words lost to the silent āoā of her mouth. She tastes clean and fragrant and of their shared laundry soap. He is surprised to find that the realization causes his arousal to increase. Possessiveness is unlike him, but he does not stop to question it overmuch. More important matters are at hand; or rather, mouth, at the moment.Ā
Satisfied with the reaction but wishing for her to be more verbal, hands snake down to the pants that she wears to feather along the elastic waistband. He pulls only to let it go and let it snap against her skin, laughing as she shudders and yelps at the sensation.Ā
ā You are an awful tease, ā Fenris replies conversationally. Zevran is sure of the challenge he hears within those words and his eyes narrow as he gives a final lick and pulls back. If there is truly not, he chooses to take it as such anyhow.Ā
Leaning forward over Kallianās shoulder he meets Fenrisā lips, mouth welcome and ever so familiar. They know each other well, and it is easy to tell from the easy slide of their lips and sharing of breath. Fenris grips him by the hair and tilts his head just so, and Zevran moans at the slightest pain that registers in his scalp.Ā
Not completely distracted by the scalding brand of his kisses, however, Zevran slips clever fingers within Kallianās pants and traces the edge of her underwear. When his hand continues downwards it is to find the shape of her clit through them. Brushing ever so slowly, he is pulled away from his concentration by Fenrisā question against his mouth. From the way he says it, it is obvious that he has had to repeat himself. Kallian seems to pants at whatever he has said.
ā Is she wet for us? ā and Kalliansā moan is enough answer to that but Zevranās ever inquisitive nature beckons him to investigate for himself. Sharp nails dig into the skin of his back as he continues his investigation.Ā
āĀ Oh, very much so,Ā ā he confirms when he finds nether curls to be damp with desire. A hunger blazes through him, and he wishes to taste of her juices and have her desperate from his tongue.Ā ā I believe that we should try and clean her up a bit, ā the joke is crude and Kallian murmurs a slight insult at the suggestion. Not too loudly, however, for she must want what is coming next as much as he.Ā
Fenris moves her from his lap but it is not a reprimand by any means. Instead, it is to position her on the couch and themselves kneeling on the floor, stroking the outsides of her knees and coaxing the spread of her legs wider. The shorts she takes off herself, eager but unable to make a snappy comment. Zevran would have teased her for her bout of speechlessness if he himself were not so affected.Ā
Moan, unbidden, leaves Zevran at the sight of her naked before them and the outline of Fenrisā erection through his sweatpants shows that he echoes such thoughts. They are both very weak men, and she resplendent before them. In pleasure she is gorgeous; half lidded eyes and gaze made foggy. Her hair is a dark bramble and her neck a golden column offered to them. Oh, but he could spend hours feasting upon her.
Fenris has patience to trail his fingers in teasing patterns up and down the length of her leg, watch her shudder and sigh for them. In this instance, however, Zevran finds that he cannot wait and softly strokes the apex of her thighs, right above where she wishes to be touched the most. Already she glistens and her pearl beckons, but he only feathers a touch across the flesh there. It is not firm enough to be satisfying in the least, and she grunts her dissatisfaction. Surely he will pay for this on a later date.Ā
Taking initiative to finish what the other has started, Fenris leans forward to give slightest tap of quick tongue against her. She all but wails, body arching and wound so by relentless teasing. Not to be outdone, Zevran cups Fenris through fabric and delights to hear the long, low sound of his pleasure. Precum darkens the crotch of his pants already, and Zevran grins to know they affect him so. It is good to have confirmation that one is desired.Ā
ā And who is teasing now, Fenris? ā strictly rhetorical, and he does not expect toĀ receiveĀ any answer.
Tilting head to grin at Zevran, Fenris teases a finger at Kallianās entrance and ignores the roll of her hips that tries and capture the tip.Ā ā Still you, ā heĀ respondsĀ with a meaningful glance to the hand that holds him.Ā
ā Are you going to fuck me or what? ā Kallian interrupts, challenge and demand in her voice. She has been kept waiting too long, it would seem. Fenris chuckles at her but also raises his brows in further question, waggling them dangerously. Both are insufferable and he adores them fiercely.Ā
Drawing out thick length from cloth confines is satisfying, but it is more so to see the tense bow of Kallianās back as Fenris places a firm kiss against the plump pink of her lower lips, tongue flickering out to tease amongst tempting folds. Enough times he has tasted her to find it pleasant enough, and groans to think that should he kiss Fenris later it would also be Kallian that he would taste in his mouth.Ā
The first few pumps offer little for Fenris to thrust into, and as if to spite him, Fenris licks all the harder at Kallian. Her fingers twist in his white hair in a tight grip, and the sounds coming from the two of them are obscene. She moves to such a degree that Fenris finds it necessary to throw an arm across her stomach, holding her down so she does not move too far away. His arm flexes with deadly muscle as it works to hold her down, and while that is certainly arousing enough on its own, so is the attempted wild movements of Kallian. She does not have a care in the world for who hears her, though it would be a lie if Zevran said he minded overmuch. White teeth bite at the abused swell of her lower lip, but it does little to muffle the noises. It is good, then, that the neighbors are used to such ministrations.Ā
Moving behind Fenris, Zevran rubs himself against his back and allows him to feel his own erection, aching and untouched until now. This is the sweetest torture, but he will not subject Fenris to the same. No doubt the callouses on his hands are pleasurable to move against, for Fenris moans and jolts so at the stroke of it.. Zevran forms a tight circle in which Fenris can fuck into, and very much does.Ā
Hips that trust cock into hand also push ass backwards, and Zevran moans at the mimic of sex it represents. On rare occasions he has been inside of Fenris and the memory of such tightness is enough on its own to make him pant. Clench of thighs around his hips, the heave of chest as unsteady breathes are taken in ā yes, he would love to indulge in such a rarity again. For the current moment this is the closest he will get, and it means more than Fenris will ever say that he allows Zevran at his back like so.Ā
Coordination has been lost to them long ago, and rhythm forgotten in rush to orgasm. Kallian babbles nonsense as she gets closer to coming, and her head thumps against the back of the couch as final arch marks her release.Ā
ā Oh god, Fen; ā
Voice hoarse from earlier shouting, it is more the lock her legs around Fenrisā head that signifies that she has reached her glorious end.Ā
Blue glow of lyrium precedes Fenrisā orgasm, and Zevran eagerly watches for it. The first time he had witnessed such a spectacle he had been more wary than intrigued, but now he can hardly think of Fenrisā tattoos without linking sexual pleasure to it. An awkward predicament, when in public.
Fenrisā shout is muffled only by the skin of Kallianās thigh, which he bites into in abandon. Kallian is too limp to react much to such treatment, but Zevran knows from experience that marking is something she enjoys anyway. His seed covers Zevranās hand and the slightest bit of the floor, but it is certainly not the first time they have had to clean up messes theyāve made. This is nothing compared to the time that Zevran had insisted they try out chocolate sauce.Ā
Tired though he is, Fenris still turns his head to watch as Zevran moves back and brings hand to his mouth, playfully darting a tongue out to taste his cum. Not the most pleasant taste, but it is more for effect than anything else. In a moment he will rise to find a washcloth.Ā
ā You have not come, Zev.Ā ā
Kallianās opens her legs in blatant invitation, making room for two where there had previously not been. Loose limb and goofy grin coincide with it, and while there is something inherently sexual about the offer there is also the comfort of an embrace well known to him and eager acceptance. This means much more than the reprieve from desire it will bring, and his heart swells as he looks upon the forms of the two elves.Ā
Fetching a condom from the bedroom takes only but a moment and by the time he has come back Fenris has pulled himself up on the ouch and is sprawled out next to Kallian, albeitĀ in a slumped sitting position.Ā
āĀ Eres divino, āĀ the compliment had originally been aimed for only one, but he corrects himself when he realizes they both are; divine and gorgeous and his. It is gratifying to see Kallian shiver at the use of Antivan. Of course, she had also once come from him reciting a recipe in the language to her over the phone, so she wasnāt the most discriminating over what was said.Ā
Heavy as she is from satisfaction, it requires Fenrisā help to lift her from the couch and place her within Zevranās lap, head resting against chest which she softly kisses and wetness brushing temptingly across his length. Already he is so close to coming that it would not take much to come.Ā
Trembling hand guides his cock into her as she is lifted up by Fenrisā firm guidance on her hips, and with a sigh she lowers herself onto him. Heat engulfs him and it is now Zevranās turn to throw his head back, lost to ecstasy and the sweet confines of her cunt.Ā
She rides him slowly and with purpose, grin sweet but eyes sharp as she watches him. Their rhythm is a well-established one, a push and pull of rising tides of pleasure. Fenris admires the both of them and holds a guiding palm at the base of her back, giving Kallian something to lean against. His lips are upon Zevranās own, and she groans to show her appreciation of the sight. Surrounded, but never crowded by their warmth, he feels his orgasm approach and cries out for it.Ā
Never one to forget Kallian, Zevran reaches down to find her clit again, feels her shudder in over-sensitivity but doesnāt let up. She is more than capable of coming again and they all know it.Ā
His thighs clench and blessed heat races in his abdomen. The kisses that he grants Fenris with lack finesse and are little more than biting teeth and harsh breath. They part with a final stroke of tongues and Zevran is gladdened to find that his earlier assessment had been correct; he had tasted Kallian o his lips.Ā
Panting but not having come again yet, Kallian lifts herself from his softening cock and moves to sprawl across their laps. It is Fenris who brings her come a second time, though she does little more than tense and sigh.Ā
Zevran does not object to the face full of sweaty hair he receives, and fondness of all things swells in his heart even more. It is messy and perverse and all things perfect.Ā
āĀ The storm has stopped,Ā ā Fenris observes dryly and Kallian laughs, exhausted.
if i was dating you 'ugh' would become the only word in my vocabulary.
If I was dating you I would enjoy endlessly harassing you,Ā of course, but I would also enjoy the quiet tender momentsĀ in which neither of us need say anything. The moments whereit feels like everythingās alright in the world ifĀ we have each other.Ā The ones where we sit up on the couch and talk lateĀ into the nightĀ and I want to take your face into my hands and kiss you breathlessbecause youāre so radiant and so much more than I could haveĀ ever hoped or dreamed for.Ā Iād enjoy being with someone whoās my equal in every way andĀ understands me so well, and I enjoy being with someone whom I cantrust with my back to them.Ā I also enjoy when you suck my dick.Ā
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[12:54:06 AM | Edited 12:54:12 AM] taylor | angry penris: Yoga classes with Zev and Fen
[12:54:24 AM] zerran (ļ¾āć®ā)ļ¾*:ć»ļ¾ā§: o m g when fen finds out zev teaches yoga
[12:54:26 AM] zerran (ļ¾āć®ā)ļ¾*:ć»ļ¾ā§: and hes just like
[12:54:32 AM] zerran (ļ¾āć®ā)ļ¾*:ć»ļ¾ā§: blanks out for a minute
[12:54:35 AM] zerran (ļ¾āć®ā)ļ¾*:ć»ļ¾ā§: clears throat
[12:54:51 AM] taylor | angry penris: Makes the mistake of asking to see what he teaches and is just
[12:55:03 AM] taylor | angry penris: Sitting on the ugly green couch in their living room like
[12:55:09 AM] taylor | angry penris: ._.
[12:55:14 AM] zerran (ļ¾āć®ā)ļ¾*:ć»ļ¾ā§: boner why
[12:55:34 AM] taylor | angry penris: "Excuse me I have important work to do"
[12:55:38 AM] taylor | angry penris: "Alone"
[12:55:42 AM] taylor | angry penris: "In my room"
[12:55:43 AM] taylor | angry penris: "With the door locked"
[12:55:53 AM] zerran (ļ¾āć®ā)ļ¾*:ć»ļ¾ā§: hohyoy8IYEW8FY8EF ER9FGE
[12:56:01 AM] taylor | angry penris: Fenris ur a body guard
[12:56:06 AM] taylor | angry penris: What werk do u need to do
[12:56:18 AM] tallian kabris: guarding the window
[12:56:32 AM] taylor | angry penris: Guarding the mini penri
[12:56:33 AM] tallian kabris: make sure no one else in da bed
[12:56:42 AM] taylor | angry penris: Vigorously
[12:56:48 AM] zerran (ļ¾āć®ā)ļ¾*:ć»ļ¾ā§: fucK
[12:57:00 AM] tallian kabris: maybe twice
[12:57:22 AM] 乳夓ē·å [Cthulhu Rutherford]: violently