#mixed signals anon

[my-castles-crumbling]

I have no idea what happened.

Hi Cassssss, it’s mixed signals anon

Soooo, we went on the date yesterday evening. She passed her drivers test a few months ago and owns a car (rich people…) and she drove me to this fancy looking place. 

(She parks like up the road and walking down to look at it, at first it seems like a super fancy club) 

And look i’m usually a book and warm jumper person but I made an effort with this outfit to be look like- a social person or something. 

EXCEPT THEN she walks me through the club to the back where she has a reservation for a table like ALL evening for US! (Rich girls- she legit knows the owner apparently) 

And then she goes, “I’ve missed you recently”. (we’ve had mocks and also a bit of friendship drama so it has been a while since we hung out). 

And she looks so lovely and earnest.

I realise like ten min in that she’s not drinking. Which isn’t like her. And she tells me that she wants me to be able to relax and feel comfortable so she’s staying sober and is gonna drive us home.

(We usually go out with our two other friends, and one of them doesn’t drink so he often drives us home in her car- idk how I thought we’d be getting home but- I never claimed  to be smart around her)

Anyway, we have the best night. I genuinely love spending time with her. 

We danced at the club bit (less than platonic dancing may I add) and chatted all night.

And I AM NOT KIDDING.

Are you ready cause ur not. 

She walks me outta the club to the car, opens the door for me and then she kisses my cheek! And then blushes (I have literally never once seen her blush).

AND THEN, she drives me home… 

And in the drive I pull out my phone and for the first time that day and I check insta, I don’t love the app but one of my friends went out today and i knew she’d have posted so I wanted to likes her pics and stuff. 

BUT YOU ARE NOT READY

Her ex bf (the girl i’m with) has posted a pic of the two of them captioned “back together”.

WHAT THE FUCK

So I say to her, as we’re nearing my house, “We talked all night and you didn’t bring up that your back together with *you know who*, didn’t you both cheat on each other?”

I tried to sound chill like I wasn’t jealous but also mad cause that’s not a smart decision no matter what. 

She like freezes a little and goes quiet and then goes “Yeah I guess. He’s alright. I’ve been thinking about my dating history recently.” At this point she’s pulled over beside my house and she turns like half her body to face me and asks “Do you think I shouldn’t date him?” NOT LIKE “oh do you hate him” IT WAS LIKE “Do you think I should be single”

And okay i’m kind of annoyed now tbh…

She flirted with me all evening. EVEN I could see that!!! And she didn’t seem to care about her ex at all, she seemed to care about my reaction.

It all felt like a game I didn’t mean to play? 

So I turned to her and said, “I think you need to figure out what you want.”

And left and went to my house.

oh SHIT

yeah, I was not ready for that.

You were so right and so badass to set that boundary because she DOES need to figure out what she wants. And I think you need to keep that boundary until she figures it out. You don't deserve to be messed with like that, and I'm so proud of you for realizing that. <3

You. Deserve. Better.

Keep me updated!

[purplebehittindifferent]

You need a partner?

Well, lemme just-*leans against a wall in a flirty and charming way and say in my most attractive voice I can muster* All alone on a *checks watch* Sunday night? God... me too....

-The Mixed Signals Anon

I like to imagine you jumped out of a window after this scene and I stare out longingly at you wondering if I’ll ever be graced by your presence again

[emilybluntt]

Colt Seavers + Middle Finger

[wildpeachfarm]

honestly I think Sylveey most likely sbed Dream because last time I checked Dream also still followed Wilbur because A LOT of CCs don't bother with unfollowing others because usually people don't check who follows who because it's a weird thing to do lol

guys😭😭😭

[muzzlemouths]

Do you consider yourself as someone who forgives others? Would you forgive someone who was nasty to you?

I consider myself a little too forgiving sometimes, honestly 😂 it's very difficult to get on my bad side and I don't often find myself holding grudges. It takes a lot to make me feel like I've been wronged. Everybody's human and everybody makes mistakes, and I try to live my life and love people with that in mind.

The last time I consider someone to have acted truly nasty to me was over a decade ago. like i can't think of any recent examples of being treated poorly - at least not in a way that I didn't just Let Go.

like why hold on to that? isn't hatred heavy?

I let stuff roll off my shoulders when I can, so in that respect, yea, I suppose I'm pretty forgiving.

[ramsley-r-ramslington]

You need a partner?

Well, lemme just-*leans against a wall in a flirty and charming way and say in my most attractive voice I can muster* All alone on a *checks watch* Sunday night? God... me too....

-The Mixed Signals Anon

(Ramslay is gonna be killed by Pops from Regular Show)

[into-the-groove]

How do you deal with a guy who sends mixed signals? Have you ever been in that position?

I’ve definitely been in that position twice last year and it’s so so stressful, so I’m sorry if you’re going through that. Once I realized that the guy was sending mixed signals I stopped texting/talking to him altogether, that was the best thing I did in both cases

[faaun]

you're dating coffee girl? im so invested

not coffee girl !! coffee girl is rly cool and we met up hung out etc and it was great !! she cut her hair short and wears long coats and is so much more free+happy now than she was before. she used to have a timetable of her life to the minute for the next 10 yrs and now she's spontaneous and happy and she told me about n+7 poetry and we ended up sitting next to each other in the dark for looking at generative art in this beautiful exhibition...anyway yh ! she's a cool human :) but we're not dating

but !! this is a different person (tagged as [chroma blue]). look @ tags for context.

[my-castles-crumbling]

HIIIIIIIII 

i’m having a breakdown

there’s this girl I have a super massive crush on who I totally thought was straight but i’m not fucking kidding when I say I think she maybe asked me out?????????

i’m like- normal and yet also not. usually when we are both at the same place I don’t talk to her cause like- she’s gorgeous and i’ll die

we’re also friends tho (when I manage to forget she’s the best person to ever exist I can vaguely talk)

but she keeps INITIATING conversations with ME at SOCIAL EVENTS (ie, parties i don’t want to be at) and flirting and i’m an awkward messsssss

we’re both 17 and we’ve known each other kinda a while- I left her bday party early last year to read this new book I got and she said it was “adorable”

that’s when this flirting thing started 

and to be clear, she flirts and I blush and fail to speak

I CANNOT TELL IF SHES SERIOUS 

and she’s so fucking cool like- I actually want her to step on me (in a totally normal way) 

ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY yeah

so she asked me to go with her to this club place and I agreed cause I tried to say no but I CANNOT say no to her

she made a point kinda to say “just us” like three times????? anyway, I looked this club up-

it’s not a club. It’s basically a cafe for DATES or something IDK 

but COUPLES are expected to go there

HELPPPPPPP

but legit- i’m not crazy. It was literally LAST MONTH that she said, verbatim “i’m definitely straight” (after staring at an admittedly hot girl)…

mixed signals much?????

PLUS there’s the fact that she’s miles out of my league. She’s literally the most beautiful person to ever exist and i’m like- fine. Maybe lesssssss

(to be clear tho- i’m not in love with her cause she looks hot- i’m in love with her cause she’s the best person I know and is totally amazing… and i’m probably not actually in love with her or anything cause i’m only 17 and teenage love is fucking stupid so NO brain) 

So yeah- HELP? 

(also sorry to contribute to ur chaotic ask box ❤️)

Hi hon!

Ooo this is tough because I one thousand percent would think she likes you back if not for the “I’m straight” comment! Like…what?

I think you need to do some digging. Do you have mutual friends you can ask? Does she have social media you can look through to find exes?

If not, maybe you need to go on this not-date date and see. Because yeah, I agree, she is flirting hardcore so those are some MIXED SIGNALS. Maybe she doesn’t know herself, you know?

Keep me updated!

Naming you mixed signals anon ❤️

[purplebehittindifferent]

I sure did. *falls off the balcony in a totally still attractive way and NOT like an idiot..... Yup. Totally didn't make a fool of myself.*

*Semi-distant but still attractive voice* AAAA MY LEGS

-The Mixed Signals Anon

You’re perfect

[twopoppies]

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[petvles]

I'll give these men a friendly SMACK IN THE FACE AND KICK IN THE NUTS !!!!!!! 😡

AND THEY DESERVE IT DON'T THEY!!!!

why are MEN!!!!!

[kararisa]

also tangina nyang hayop sya (joeks)

no pero 8 days lang kami mu, tapos sabi nga "sorry i don't like you anm" pero marami syang inexplain ganon ganon + "i still love and appreciate you very much [name ko] i hope we can still be friends."

so diba ayun payag naman ako kase 1. mabait ako 2. kaya ko naman mag handle ng rejection pero PUTAAAAA ano ba kase gusto mo ba ako or not???? kase two weeks ago, happy happy goods na kami diba? tapos nag palitan kami ng PHONE NUMBER. tapos ganon right? then two days ago nag tawagan nanaman kami, unrelated yung main topic PERO MAY PA "i love you, i miss you be safe" parang 'di mo sinabi 'di mo na ako gusto ano ba kase

pero anyway gusto ko paren sya #mixedsignalsenjoyer (di ako proud) -elca anon

BAT PARANG ANDAMING NANGYARI SA'YO ToT

praying 4 u 🙏

[kiwiorcore]

sending another link again (sorry!!) but he's so cute it's actually sickening i love him sm 🫶🏽🫶🏽https://www.instagram.com/reel/CzYXduwo7WW/?igshid=N2ViNmM2MDRjNw==

also i'm glad you and him talked things out!! for now i will trust that he's good enough for you but he'd better watch himself lmao hope you're doing well!! 🫶🏽

he’s so cute i think i need to be revived after watching that video. he seems a little more confident in this video we may be entering an all time high for kiwi content

i have no idea why j was being so dramatic it took like one conversation to sort it all out.

[miulore]

wdym hs?? and not really.. i'm neutral about him lol and same i find haein to be more attractive lol

sksk he answered a question abt it like AN HOUR after it was revealed and he was all like "i didnt know 🥺" which like weird but fine but then he was sort of caught creeping on bohyuns comments skskks

[toxicanonymity]

Midnight Snack.

3.4k slasher!Joel x f!reader

slasher Joel masterlist | spotify SUMMARY: Joel has dinner with his Mom, then visits you. A/N: Shoutout to @iamasaddie for the master list mood board magnets, @gasolinerainbowpuddles for the edit and divider, fridge magnet anon ask, @thesummerpetrichor , anyone I'm forgetting?  WARNINGS: I8+ dubcon unsafe p in v, creampie, light somnophilia, choking, lewd degradation, home intrusion, manual restraint, spitting, toxic parental issues, angst/insecurity, changes POV, NO Y/N.  

“I said I’m good, Ma,” Joel grumbles as his mom puts another heaping spatula of casserole on his plate anyway. He sighs and pushes it around with his fork. 

“What’s got ya down, hun?”  

“Nothin’.”

“It’s a girl, ain’t it?” She smiles. “Knew it. Last time ya were here, ya had that glow," she nods, then registers his sullen face again.  "It's okay, hun. Whatever it is, you'll work it out.". 

He hasn't stopped thinking about you since he was there. When he drives, when he showers, when he goes to bed, when he jacks off—he sees the desire in your eyes when you’re pinned against the counter. He sees your dripping hole stretched around his fist. He thinks about you every time he uses his wrench. Still smells like your filthy cunt. 

"Tell me 'bout her,” his mom urges. 

“Can't,” Joel mumbles. “Don’t got a girl.” 

His mom looks at him knowingly. She always sees right through him. He doesn’t like how close they are, but in a way, she’s his only friend.  He fails to suppress a little smile, then looks down shyly at his plate and finally takes a bite.  

She asks,  “How’d ya meet?” 

Joel gives her a half-serious cautionary look and keeps chewing. 

“Work?” his mom prods. 

Joel swallows, nods, and takes a sip of milk. “Gave'r a ride.”

Two rides, really. Although you took the second one all on your own. And damn, it was good. He shifts in his seat. 

“Well, great,” his mom lights up. “When ya gonna see her again?” She dabs her mouth with a cloth napkin and stands up. 

“I dunno, Ma. . .She’s too good for me.”

She huffs, adjusts her glasses, then walks over. She playfully whips him on the shoulder with the fabric napkin, then puts her finger in his face. “Don’t you ever say that. No one’s too good for my boy.” She takes his glass to the kitchen and pours him some more milk, then sits back down at the table. 

“already left me once,” Joel grumbles.

His Mom’s face falls, then sours.  

“Then she’s not worth your time." She scoffs. Or anyone else’s." 

“She’s different, Ma," he mutters deadpan, then quieter, he adds, "Sometimes I think she likes me," with the slightest lift of his brow.  

Mrs. Miller's eyebrows shoot all the way up. "Well, she should!"

"'mixed signals." He’s saying too much, but he can’t stop. It’s not like he has anyone else to talk to.

"Bring'er for dinner," she suggests.

"Ain't like that," he sulks. "We don't-" He cuts himself off and sighs, sitting back in his chair. He puts his napkin on his plate. "Shouldn't'a mentioned it," he mumbles. 

His mom reaches across the table for his hand, and he gives it to her.  He looks at the delicate, paper-thin skin covering the veins on her hand. It makes him sad. He wants to bring a girl home. He wants to make his Mom happy. He doesn't come by enough.  She must be so lonely.  And he's the one who. . .no, his father deserved it, he reminds himself for the millionth time in his life. He didn’t love them, his mom said. Resentment begins to overtake his guilt. He doesn’t want to feel sorry for her. He steels himself and decides to feel nothing. 

"Look at me, Joel."  She looks him in the eye. "You're not gonna get a wife like this, honey." Joel swallows and looks down. She continues, "Don't be a quitter. She's yours if you want her." Don’t be a quitter. 

The buzzer for the laundry goes off. Mrs. Miller starts to head to the laundry room, but Joel stops her. "Feel like a loser when ya do my laundry." 

She shakes her head in disapproval and starts clearing the table instead. "My son. . .” she picks up both their plates. ". . .Is not a loser." 

Joel finishes his laundry, watches some tv with her while she knits, then pulls himself away.  His Mom sends him on his way with an old tupperware of casserole. "Go get her," she tells him with a wink.

—-

He wants to make a move.  He wants to fuck you again, but he isn’t sure how.  How do people do it? He doesn't know how to ask you out, or what you'd do together. Every time he thinks about it, he feels stupid, but he does wanna see you.  He wants to be inside you. He wants to make you purr, little sex kitten. 

At this hour, you’re probably out whoring, but he might as well drive by while he’s close.  All your lights are off, but your car is there. Hmm. He can't bring himself to go home. Don’t be a quitter.  He sits in his car at the end of your street. Last time he came over, it went pretty well. You wanted him to fuck you, and he did.  You wanted more, and he gave you more. Then he left before you could leave him. 

He feels like you’re special, but he really only knows a few things about you. Most importantly, you like the danger, you want the thrill, you want his dick, and you sure can take a cock. 

The only thing he can think to do is give you more of what he knows you want. Even if you're asleep, you'll be purring for it as soon as he drags you out of bed and pins you on the floor.  He pictures a knife at your throat. Not a big one, just his switchblade. 

He gets out of his car and adjusts his balls, spreading his feet for a moment. Then he starts walking to your house.  After a few seconds, he goes back to his car for the casserole. Maybe you'll have a midnight snack after he stuffs you full of his cock. He rolls his eyes at himself. That’s stupid. 

—-

There's a lamp with a dying bulb barely flickering on your back patio with a couple of moths fluttering wildly around it. Joel looks into your dark kitchen and scowls at his reflection in the glass. He holds the Tupperware under his elbow and picks the lock with ease. After stepping into your kitchen, he quietly slides the door shut behind him. His boots thud stickily as he takes his first steps on the linoleum. Do you ever mop? He holds his switchblade open in the air.  He’s headed toward the hall where he expects your bedroom is.  He inches through the kitchen--between the counter on his left and the stove on his right, until he gets to your fridge.  

The surface of the fridge is peppered with magnets--souvenirs, letters of the alphabet, bottle openers. It's silly. But a piece of paper catches his eye and he stops dead in his tracks.  It's pinned to the fridge by a "J," and an "X" and an "O." He blinks and squints, but his eyes don't deceive him. It's his drawing of you, legs spread wide open. His chest flutters looking at his sketch of your cunt hung proudly on your fridge. His dick twitches, and he inhales sharply. His mouth is watering.  He dips the tip of his thick pinky between his lips and dribbles a string of saliva on the paper, right between your legs. He tilts his head and admires the way your graphite cunt glistens.

You want him. You really want him. His body relaxes. He closes and pockets his switchblade.  He opens the fridge as quietly as possible and puts the casserole on the top shelf, pausing to survey the scant contents. Mostly condiments. Takeout containers. Beer. Expired orange juice. He closes the fridge. 

The microwave is hanging down from a cabinet to his left. He steps in front of it and bends his knees enough to push back his hair in the reflection. He stands up again, squares his shoulders, then prowls in silence to your bedroom. 

---

The door is open. Of course it is. You want him.  His boots are quieter on your carpet.  He approaches the foot of your bed but doesn't get closer. You're occupying less than half the bed.  You're just as pretty in your sleep. All bundled up. He knew that already. He gets harder, recalling the time he woke you up with his cock inside you. God, you're sexy. How'd he get so lucky that a hot little slut like you wants him so bad?

He goes to the other side of your bed. His side. There’s a chair full of dirty clothes. He sits down on them and takes off his boots.  He stands up again and lowers the zipper of his jumpsuit, pressing down on his bulge to get the zipper over it without snagging. Then he peels the sleeves off and brings it down over his ass and meaty thighs. He lets it pool at his feet and steps out of it. 

He's left wearing a blue soft wash t-shirt, lighter blue striped boxers, and white socks with holes. He takes those socks off too. He approaches your bed, lifts the covers with care, and sees what you're wearing.  You're wearing the shirt–he recognizes its condition.  God damn, you really do want him.  

Joel gradually lets his weight onto your mattress as he slips under the covers. His heart races and his forehead is damp.  His cock is so hard just from being close to you. He lies there perfectly still on his side for a moment, watching your back as you breathe. Then he scoots forward, inch by inch, until his leg hair brushes your bare legs and you jerk in your sleep. 

"Shhh. It's just me," he whispers as he wraps his hulking arm over you.  He spoons you and lightly presses his hard cock against your ass. You moan in your sleep and push back, then he moans. 

You jerk in your sleep again, but this time you don't relax. You startle awake.  You gasp and whimper. Your limbs thrash, and his arm tightens around you. You squeal, and his massive hand covers your mouth.   He wasn't expecting your feisty side, kitten. He came to give you what you want. 

Why don’t you want him anymore?

-----you-----

Pure instinct kicks in when you wake up with someone in your bed. Your heart is pounding, you thrash and  kick with all your might trying to get away. He covers your mouth and repeats “It’s me, sweetheart. God damn.” He sounds confused and irritated at your reaction. His voice is familiar, but it takes you a moment to place it, despite thinking about him all the time in waking life.  It's like your subconscious hasn't caught up with reality, and can you blame it? 

"Would you stop? Damn," he pants, getting more irritated as you continue to struggle and his arm tightens more, compressing your chest.  What did he expect breaking into your house and getting into your bed?

You feel his hard dick press against your loose sleep shorts and get butterflies in your core, even as you continue struggling. He backs up for a moment and the pull of his arm forces you onto your back.  He pins you with his left forearm on your chest and aggressively yanks down your shorts then kicks them all the way off before getting between your legs. His hard cock lays against your clit, separated only by his boxers, and you're throbbing. Your efforts to free yourself get weaker and weaker until you’re just lying there, staring up at him, your chest getting sore under his arm. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask. He doesn’t answer, just breathes heavily. 

He’s scowling down at you with a fine mist of perspiration along his hairline. He presses his cock against your mound again. Over a long moment of silence, an electric charge passes between your eyes and his.  He slightly tilts his head and looks at your mouth. You reach for the back of his neck and feel the cold sweat under your palm as you pull him down, drawing his face to yours. 

Your mouths meet but don't seal, and you find your lips reaching for his, wanting something to hold, something to suck–but he devours you without granting you any bit of control. You whimper as he kisses you hungrily, hard cock throbbing against your aching clit. He kisses you sloppily, biting your lower lip, dragging his tongue across it to the corner where he pauses and presses his teeth into your cheek and grunts with a slow thrust against you. Then he drags his lips and tongue down your jaw as you tilt your chin up.

He latches onto your neck with an "mm" and his hips begin to grind his thick erection against you at a slow rhythm. He grunts and his breath is humid with a moan against your neck before he latches onto it again. You feel the delicate skin bruising under his mouth while your pussy is gushing wet. You tilt your hips and wrap a leg around him. He groans at your slick, throbbing cunt against his cock. 

He murmurs into your neck, “God damn, you’re a slut for my cock,” then chuckles. “Aren’t ya, kitten?”

He lifts his pelvis off you to massage your cunt aggressively with his hand. You whine and he gives a low whistle.  Then he urgently takes his boxers down and you help him, curling a toe into the waistband once his boxers get down to his thighs.  You drag your foot down between his legs to his feet, taking his boxers with you. . He kicks them off the rest of the way. Before he lays his hips back into you, you reach for his balls, longing to feel the heft of them. It sends a bolt of desire through you. Fuck. 

"What's wrong with you?" You ask, but you're really asking yourself.  You’re asking yourself why you've got this sicko in your bed, someone unhinged enough to break into your house not once but twice and all you want is his cock. 

"Me?" He asks. "the fuck is wrong with you?" He wraps a hand around your throat. “Playin’ games with me,” he growls bitterly. “Ya want it, ya don't, ya want it–” you cough under his grip as he reads your eyes, then he whispers, "want it" with a small nod, and takes his hand away.

He notches his tip at your entrance then breathes, "don't ya?--uggghh" As he shoves into you. “Want it, you’ll get it,” he pants as his cock parts your walls. His cock spreads you wide open as he gives you his full length, and you gasp as he bottoms out. He withdraws a few inches and hangs his head to watch you swallow him back up.  

"God damn," he murmurs.  "Forgot how tight ya were before."  Your clit twitches at the thought of the wrench. 

Then his eyes come to your chest and the ripped shirt he gave you. He moans at the sight of your nipple poking through one of the slashes and he covers it with his mouth as he fucks you.  His wide tongue drags under your nipple and wets the curled edges of the slash in the shirt before his lips seal around your nipple.  He brings his hips back and pushes into you again, sucking and moaning into your tit. Your eyes fixate on his triceps nearly bursting out of his sleeves and that’s the first time it hits you that he was already in sleepwear. He undressed and got in bed with you. God, he’s weird. And you. You're. . . You don't know, but your hands are gliding on their own over his muscular back, feeling him flex as he pounds you. 

You find your fingers curling under the bottom hem of his shirt and he reaches one hand behind his back to help you remove it. You can't see much, but when the angle shifts, the moonlight catches enough to tell you his body has really been through it. When his head dips to your neck again you watch his hulking back muscles and see lines whiter than his skin. At least a dozen, overlapping lashes. You run your hand over it and the slight change in texture makes you wince with the confirmation. No telling how old they are. 

On his front, there’s a short straight line near his shoulder and a longer, thinner one on his side, curving around near his v muscle. Your thumb drifts to that one. Joel shivers at the touch, then slams his hips into you harder. You quickly abandon it, sliding your hand up his side, then to his pec. A wicked smile spreads across half his face as your hand runs across his chest. "Y'ain't scared, are ya?" He asks, breathing heavily with his cock dragging heavily in your dripping wet cunt. 

“No.” You thumb his nipple. 

He lowers himself and lets the weight of his middle onto you with a sigh, still railing his length into you. You wrap both legs around him, and he breathes "yeah, mmmgg baby, yeah" as he fucks you deeper. 

Your nipples go fully erect. "Fuck," he breathes when he feels them.  He grinds against your clit as he fucks you, and you feel a climax looming. The thought crosses your mind whether he's going to kill you one of these days and your chest erupts in goosebumps. Your face feels cold. 

As though reading your mind, he says, “don’t whore around on me” He reads your eyes then adds, "n' you'll be fine," with a small nod, a brief smile, and harsh thrust. 

You can't help but crack a smile at the absurdity of it.  The implied monogamy–on your side, at least. When he registers your amusement, his smile fades into a scowl and his eyes turn black. He grabs your jaw, squeezes it open, and spits in your mouth.  He grabs your hand off his chest and pins both your wrists harshly above you, holding them there with one massive hand as he fucks you harder, angrier. He looks down where your bodies meet, and he watches you take his cock again, breathing heavily, sighing and moaning.

Eventually his sour mood subsides, replaced by renewed marvel at your body. "Sure can take a dick." Your hips lift into him, seeking more pressure for your clit, near the edge.  "Didn't bring my wrench." He glances around your bedroom.  You moan at the thought of him shoving something inside you. Your walls twitch, and the deep groan that leaves his mouth is too much.  You grab his ass and pull him deeper using your hands and your legs.

"Fuck, Joel," you breathe, and a new softness spreads across his face. 

His mouth falls open and he whispers, "yeah, sweetheart." You bite your lip and groan as a huge orgasm seizes you. "Yeah," he whispers and his eyes map your face as your walls clench around him. "oh fuck," he pants as you cum on his cock.  "Fuck," he breathes again, "fuckin love this cunt," he looks you in the eye.  "Ohhhh," he groans and begins to pulse inside you. He lowers his face to your neck again and you keep cumming, your body jerking into his. "Yeah, fuck," he manages into your neck as his balls empty into you. "Mmmmm" he thrusts slowly one more time like he can hardly stand the pleasure. 

He pushes himself back up to look at you and shudders as you squeeze him with an aftershock.

"'s'okay," he whispers and brushes your temple with his thumb. “ruin ya in the mornin'” In the morning? He wants to stay over? "God you're hot," he chuckles, cock still inside you. After a long moment of silence, he slides his cock out of you and you wince at the void. He lays on his stomach and drapes his arm over you. Your heart races and you can only hope he doesn’t feel it. You don’t want him in your bed right now. He's a novelty and he has to stay that way. Yeah it was fun, it’s been fun. It’s fun. You have his stupid drawing on your fridge, like a wild memory, a souvenir. But this. . . this is unsettling.  

You can't get attached to this sicko. But you know better than to try to make him leave.  He gets that look in his eye sometimes, and you just don’t know.  You take deep breaths and try to plot how you’ll get out of this in the morning. You can say you have to work. Yeah, you’ll say you have to work.  Eventually, you drift off under the weight of his arm. 

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