#my brain just feels a little melted. i gotta go take a break for a bit

[joelsmochi]

indulge - joel miller

summary: part 2 to every man gets his wish

warnings: not proofread, porn no plot it just some self indulgent cunnilingus ;)

wc: 850

a/n: couldn’t sleep so i wrote this in 30 minutes to tire my brain >_<. enjoy <3

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The camera was in the way.

Your hips hanging off of the bed was prompted by Joel happily getting on his knees. He had a dream of what the angle might look like: camera on the floor, watching him destroy you with his tongue from below.

You couldn’t help but say sure when he asked, although it wouldn’t have taken you much convincing to begin with.

The camera was angled perfectly, showing off how sweetly your cunt glistened from the filthy mixture of your juices and Joel’s spit. His tongue was seen doing every trick in the fucking book, God it was fucking amazing.

But it didn’t feel quite right. Joel’s body wasn’t pressed against yours like usual when he ate you out; his arms weren’t wrapped around your thighs while he brutally suffocated your pussy with the intensity of his mouth. He was holding back, and you hated feeling teased.

The camera was in the fucking way.

Joel sensed it when you moaned but let out a slight huff at the end of it (for the thousandth time).

“What, baby? What’s got you irritated?” He sighed after pulling away.

You sat up slightly, shooting a pout at his puppy eyes.

“You’re holding back, you’re not on me,” you explained. “The camera’s in the way.”

He chuckled, “Well, yeah, darlin’. I gotta keep the camera steady.”

“Fuck the camera!”

You tugged his hair to shove his face back into your sopping wet skin, then shifted your body deeper into his.

With hands melting into your thighs and pressure from his shoulders you felt that lick of intimacy that your body required. His warm tongue lacing the letter of his name into your precious little clit while his stubble scraped tickles into your flesh set your body on fire.

The pitch of your moans grew higher every time your core took another daring step closer to the edge. Your knuckles were pale from your grip on his greying hair, thighs pushing the remaining air out of his lungs.

This was Joel’s favorite part of it all. The torture. The pain.

Fucking you so good you could only tighten your grip or your squeeze or scream into his ear — whatever it was — it was a high Joel’s would never fucking live down.

He figured from the last twenty minutes of teasing he’d wanna see this orgasm over and over and over again, so he slowed down just long enough to put the camera back on the tripod and angled it to see both of your bodies.

Then his eyes peered up and found your sweaty beet red face. Your ponytail was a mess and your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead.

Good God, he’d never seen you so pent up.

You were tired, worn out, and Joel was going to take care of everything for you.

Moaning into your clit, you shuddered, grieving the constant waves of your climax coming and going. He was working you up to the very last moment you could hold onto, knowing how much you needed this orgasm to break you even if you didn’t know it yourself.

The moment you began softly grinding against his face he knew it was time; he traded licking for sucking because it drove you fucking insane. Not just the motion, but the constant tug of your sensitive bud between his lips that made it so puffy and red kept you wanting more.

And when it broke you, Joel held you steady, watching you arch off of the bed and into his hold without making a sound. Your throat and chest filling with unheard sounds, eyes watering and flooding your cheeks with tears, until your body finally let you exhale.

“Fuck! Ahh! Holy— fuckfuckfuck—yes, Joel! Oh my fucking God—“

Loud, praising babbles emptied from you and flooded his ears.

He couldn’t stop now, could he? No fucking way you’d want him to let up. You were shaking and shivering and screaming for him like your life depended on it.

You looked so perfect to him as you died from pure bliss, not tapping out if it meant your orgasm would prevail forever.

And he held out as long as his body could live without air. His lips parted lazily, allowing him to take a deep breath.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, tasting the remnants of you that coated his puffy lips.

You laid back, body still shaking, allowing Joel to give you a few kisses down your thigh and one last lick between your swollen folds. He smoothed a hand over your stomach to help relax you, soothing you into a lightweight slumber.

He took care of the camera and the mess between your legs before carefully moving you up the bed to lay next to him. He pulled his navy blue covers over you and kissed your forehead, watching the smile that appeared on your face afterwards.

“Told you the camera was in the way,” you said cockily despite your sleepy tone, making him snicker.

“How ‘bout you keep that pretty little mouth shut ‘fore I find somethin’ to shove in it?”

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[barefoothighlander]

Not sure if anyone has thrown a request in like this before but how about one where Ghost is on leave and hanging out with Civvie girlfriend for lunch/shopping trip when they bump into her handsome coworker who is quite obviously into her. He just awkwardly stands there while they converse and seething with jealousy when he sees how this coworker is blatantly flirting

When they get home….well you decide what should happen ❤️‍🔥🧎‍♀️💦

jealous ghost makes my brain fog

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, creampie, oral (fem rec), biting, hickeys, est relationship, light choking, dirty talk, jealous!ghost, slight possessive!ghost

Ghost had been home a week, one whole week of pure bliss, going to bed beside each other every night only to wake up tangled in the sheets, he was happier when he was home, more himself.

You had spent the majority of the week together in your flat, maintaining a domestic routine of cooking and cleaning, just being with each other after having barely any contact for months.

"I have to go to the shops today, did you want to come?"

He peaks his head around the corner, eyes glued to your form as you get dressed, his gaze lingering on your bare legs for a moment.

"What are you getting?"

"We need food, all out of pretty much everything"

"Yea I'll come"

You smile at him, that smile that he fell in love with years ago, the smile that he dreamed of when he was on deployment, the smile that called him home.

Your walk to the store is filled with laughter, giggling at his awful jokes, your hands entwined as you walk down the cobbled streets, deciding that the weather was just too nice to drive. Shopping with Simon was a chore all on its own, he always wanted to pick out biscuits and sweets rather than anything of actual nutritional value, he argued that he never got treats on base so he deserved them when he got home, he typically won the arguments.

After too many minutes spent wandering the aisles, you find your way to the checkout, assigning Simon to pack the bags of groceries as he insisted on carrying them for you.

"Fancy seeing you here" A voice rings from behind you, breaking your conversation with the cashier, turning to face your coworker Robert.

"Oh, hi, how are you?" You smile politely, he doesn't answer your question instead extending his arms and closing the gap between you, his arms wrapping around your back as he lifts you into the air in a hug.

"Who's this?" His eyes set on Simon, standing quietly, staring at the two of you as he lets you down.

"My boyfriend, Simon this is Robert, we work together"

Simon nods his head, his eyes piercing into Robert, "Dick"

"Awh man, you're a lucky guy, everyone in the office has been trying to get a piece of this little firecracker for years" He playfully hits your shoulder causing you to cringe internally as you give pleading eyes toward Simon who doesn't say anything, just stands there with the grocery bags in his hand.

"Well, we've gotta go, lots of chores"

"Of course" He nods, "Take care of this one aye?" He winks, pointing at Ghost who spares a glance at you before turning to walk away.

"See you at the office Robert" You chase after your boyfriend who flees the shop in a hurry.

"Si"

"He's a good lookin' bloke"

"Don't do that"

"Just observing"

"Simon come on"

"I didn't say anything"

"I know, that's what scares me"

The walk back to your flat feels longer, the silence between the two of you melts into a thick tension has you cursing yourself. Arriving back at the apartment Simon drops the groceries in the kitchen, leaving in a fury towards the bathroom.

"Are we gonna talk about it?"

"About what?"

"Don't be that way, there's nothing going on between him and I"

"I know"

"So why are you so jealous" You throw your arms up, widening your eyes at him, your words set him off. He crosses the room, forcing you to stumble back against the wall, your spine colliding with the wood as his forearms press beside your head, caging you.

"You're mine"

"I'm yours"

His lips crash into yours, his hands cupping your head as his tongue pushes past your teeth, swirling with yours, it's rough and needy. His hands move to grab under your thighs, lifting you against the wall as your arms wrap around his neck, keeping yourself steady, he walks you toward the bed, dropping you onto the mattress as he leans over your form, your legs locked around his waist as he deepens the kiss.

You're both breathing heavily into each other, your fingers working to take his shirt off as his lips move to trail kisses down your skin, nipping and biting at the flesh.

"Mine" He repeats the word in between bites, his hands pushing your shirt up your torso to sit above your breasts, tugging your bra to free your breasts, his lips moving to suck at your nipple, your arousal pooling in your core as his fingers move towards the hem of your pants, pulling them down your legs.

He wastes no time in travelling to your core, pulling your panties to the side to lick a thick stripe between your folds, causing your body to twitch under him.

"Need to taste you" He groans into your core, his accent thick, dripping in desire as you thread your fingers through his hair, arching your hips toward him. He latches his lips around your clit, sucking at the bud as his fingers push into your entrance, pumping into you as you crumble beneath him.

Your core is weeping, your slick coating his chin, dripping onto the sheets below you as he brings your orgasm quickly, he knows your body better than you do, knowing how to get a rise out of you, how to curve his fingers to hit just the right spot. Flicking his tongue in time with his fingers your orgasm washes over you, tugging on his roots as he groans into your pussy, the vibration helping you ride out your high as you cum on his fingers, clenching down on the digits.

"Please Si, need you"

He moves over your form, his clothes length grinding against your core causing you to moan,

"Yea, need my fat cock to fill this little pussy"

"Yes, fuck"

"Need me to stuff you full, stretch you so no other man can fuck you" His hand snakes up your body to settle on the base of your throat, his fingers teasing over your pulse point.

"Need it so bad"

"Gonna ruin you for anyone else, you're all mine"

"All yours"

His hand moves to undo his pants, pushing them down as his cck springs free, his tip red and dripping as he teases it through your folds, he lines himself up, pushing in slowly as your jaw falls open, the stretch of him burns deliciously, filling you as he pushes in inch by inch.

"Little more love, gonna take it all"

His head falls to your shoulder as he bottoms out, your fingers scraping against the skin of his back as your legs cling to him, he sets a brutal pace, thrusting every inch into your dripping cunt as your arch into him. His hands roam your skin, tracing over the marks from his lips on your chest as he fucks you.

"So fucking tight, so wet" He grunts

"All for you" You manage through moans

"All fucking mine" He punctuates his words with harsh thrusts, his tip brushing against your cervix. He's fucking you with every ounce of pent-up anger, every emotion from his deployment, every bit of spite enforced in his assault on your core.

Your nails drag across his back, sure to leave streaks of red as he brings your second orgasm with minimal effort, he feels the way you squeeze him, the wiggle of your hips as your push against him, snaking his hand down your core so his fingers can toy with your clit.

"You wanna cum? Wanna soak my cock?"

"Yes, please Si"

"Who else can make you cum like this?"

You're squirming under him, the coil inside you threatening to set your skin on fire, "No one, only you"

"That's right, show me how much you need my cock love"

Your orgasm tears through your body, your fingers digging into his skin as your legs tense around him, holding him to you, his fingers work circles around your bud as his eyes stare into you, watching you thrash under him, your head falling back into the mattress as you become a mess of whimpers and moans.

"That's it, good girl"

You ride out your high, his grunts filling the air as his thursts become sloppier, he's chasing his own high as you buck against him.

"Gonna fill this little pussy, let everyone know who you belong to" His fingers squeeze your hips, holding you still as he bottoms out, his abdomen straining as his cum floods your walls, thrusting it deeper into you as the mix of your spend leaks from your pussy, coating his shaft. He keeps his softening cock inside you, leaning down and lifting his mask from his face to kiss you, it's sweeter this time, less needy and more loving, his hand cupping your jaw as he pulls back.

He leaves you for a moment to grab a small rag, wetting it before returning to you, gently swiping around your core to clean up the mess, placing small pecks over every love bite he left on your skin before sliding up the bed next to you. His arm snakes under your waist, tugging your back against his chest as his nose settles against your neck, his legs tangled between yours as you trace the tattoos n his arm, catching your breath.

"I am not jealous" He huffs against your skin

"Could've fooled me"

"He shouldn't talk about you like that, that's all"

You turn to face him, "Well you did call him a dick"

"It's a fitting nickname"

"Simon" You warn with a smile,

"I don't like when other people touch you"

"Okay"

"Or think about you"

"Seriously"

"It's not fair he gets to see you every day when I only get you for a short time"

You reach a hand to stroke his cheek, smiling as he leans into your touch, "You know I'm all yours"

"Yeah but next time I'll kill him"

You turn your body fully, burying your head against his chest as his arms cradle your back, "I'm sure you scared him off"

"Better hope so"

[goldenempyrean]

Cooking with Cuddles

〚 Notes - small lil drabble, I'm trying to get back into writing but its hard :,) sorry about the breaks/gaps, I'm doing my best :,) 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is being whiny, Kara just wants to make her some food. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 450 〛

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“Karaaaaaa.”  

The Kyrptonian rolled her eyes fondly at the sound of her name being raspily whined from the direction on their bedroom. Lena had been in a whiny mood ever since waking up and showed no signs of stopping. 

“Yes love?” She called back, leaning back to take a peek into their bedroom. Kara couldn’t keep herself from giggling quietly, their bedroom door was wide open, so she was able to get a perfect view of her girlfriend who’d apparently decided to sit up and cocooned herself in their main blanket with only her face exposed - on which she wore a small, adorable pout. 

“I’m cold…” 

Kara chuckled softly, admiring Lena's adorable pout. She shuck her head in amusement, trying and failing to hold back a growing smile, “Oh really, is that so? Y’know with all those blankets you’re hiding in; I really couldn’t tell.”  

“I’m being serious!” The CEO mumbled, moving to hide her face behind a blanket as she coughed raspily, her pout deepening in response, “Karaaaaaa, please? You’re the only thing that can warm me up right now.” 

“Baby, I’m making you some food right now, you’ve gotta eat. I promise as soon as I’m done making you some delicious pancakes we can cuddle for as long as you want.”  

“Please…?” 

Oh, how could she deny that pout any longer? She couldn't resist Lena's adorable plea, her heart melting at the sight of her girlfriend wrapped up in blankets, looking so small and needy. With a soft sigh, she surrendered, "Alright, come here, you big baby."  

Lena had her wrapped around her finger and she knew it. Kara already knew exactly what she wanted before she’d even asked. 

“Come on, get on then.” She said, sitting down on the edge of their bed. 

A small grin spread across Lena’s face as she crawled out of the big blanket bundle, swapping it for the thin grey blanket they usually kept at the end of their bed. Lena wrapped it around herself before turning back to wrap her legs around Kara’s waist whilst her hands wrapped around her upper torso to hold on with. 

Of course, Kara had no problem carrying her like this and stood up effortlessly with Lena cuddling into her back, “Rao, you’re like a little koala, y’know that?” She teased, feeling her girlfriend’s head come to rest on her shoulder as they made their way back out to the kitchen. There was no doubt it was going to be a little harder to cook now that she had her girlfriend clutched onto her back but of course she’d find a way to make it work. 

“You’re so lucky I love you.” 

“I know.” 

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[edensxgarden]

Don't know if your request is open but if they are

Sex with liam lawson if not oscar? maybe in front of a mirror cause their parents doesn't see them as attractive and maybe tried to break up with them to "set them free"

Hopefully that makes sense lol 👹❤️

Stop you'd be sobbing and in between sobs and cries you'd just be explaining to Oscar that you aren't good enough for him and if you love something, you need to let it go and that he deserves better :(

And Oscar is just confused and his poor heart is aching because he's watching you sob in front of him and he can barely hear what you're saying but he knows it isn't good!

And when he finally calms you down and you're not violently sobbing anymore he asks you to tell him what you were trying to say, slow and steady so he can hear you.

And you just tell him you think the two of you should break up because he's so perfect and he deserves someone better and how all the other drivers have gorgeous supermodel gfs and he's stuck with her.

And all of a sudden you're just sobbing again and Oscar doesn't know what to do because he loves you so much and thinks you're the most gorgeous girl in the world and there is no way in hell he's letting you break up with him over this.

So Oscar holds you close and hugs you and brushes his fingertips through your hair and just comforts you and assures you that the two of you are not breaking up.

And once you're stable again and your sobs fade into little gasps and watery eyes, Oscar takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom mirror and stands behind you. He wraps his hand around your waist and he just kisses your cheeks and neck and is telling you how beautiful he thinks you are.

He comments on every little part of your body you've ever stared at in the mirror and pinched or hid in photos and gushes about how much he loves it and how much he loves you and your sad sobs melt into smiles and giggles even though you're still a little sad.

And before you even realize it, those sweet kisses on your neck start to involve a bit more teeth and he's sucking and biting purple marks onto your neck.

And soon enough, he's bending you over and your face is flush against the mirror and your cheek is repeatedly sliding against the cold glass as your body moves with the force of his thrusts.

He's burrying his fat cock so deep inside of you and your brain is all foggy and your eyes are watering again but this time it's because his pretty mushroom tip feels so good pressing against your insides <3

And Oscar's just moaning and mumbling and rambling, "My girl. My gorgeous fucking girl, you feel so good. I fucking love you. My pretty girl, so fucking perfect for me."

And his praises are all breathy and interrupted by moans and its so intimate and you feel yourself falling more and more in love with your boyfriend with every delicious snap of his hips.

And when you tell him you're close, he pulls you up gently by your hair so you're face to face with the lewd scene and it forces a moan out of your mouth cos you can see Oscar's blissed out face but you can also see how drooly and fucked out you look.

And Oscar tells you that if you wanna cum, you gotta look at how pretty you look when he's fucking you because he's so blessed with the view of your pretty face when you come and you deserve to see that too! <3

[moxfirefly]

Rated Some What Spicy.

A little something that came to mind and I’m gifting it to @turtle-babe83

The feeling coiled within his stomach, deep and low to the point that he thought he was going to puke.

One can puke from excitement, right?

Because he was just about to prove it.

There was no anxious mission, no fighting about to start. He was simply existing within himself and probably training his green eyes at you. Watching carefully as you moved about the space. A section of his brain screamed at him to stop, to quit staring and shut his brain off.

But, fuck…

How could he? He hasn’t succeeded in doing so since the first day he had met you. The very second you had smiled up at him, something sweet and innocent that he wanted to eat.

He wanted to eat you.

Not in the full definition of the word, but the spirit of it. He wondered what sinking his teeth into sensitive gentle flesh would feel like. He wondered what the shape of his name would sound like exhaled from your throat. He wondered what the sweat that clung to your skin would mingle like with his seed sprayed against it.

Raph swallowed, audibly, but it proved useless to swallow the metaphorical knot stuck in his throat.

He picked up a piece of candy that April had flung towards Mikey’s direction not five minutes ago. Concentrated on the mundane task of unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. The swirl of his tongue wrapped around t until the gooey centered spilled.

And yet all his brain could picture was your lips, his dick and that atrociously desperate need to see your swallow him whole.

His teeth broke the candy, loud enough that April cringed.

“You alright big guy?” She asked, avoiding another onslaught of Mikey hurling popcorn at her. They had been engaged in a hefty debate on what tonight’s movie marathon genre should be.

Raph hadn’t been mentally present for half of it. He had personally checked out when you had pushed your seat out and gotten up to get the food ready. The whole motion of movement had made your skirt floosh and the faintest reveal of thigh had been enough to send him into his own personal horny hell.

“M’fine, just getting a headache from Mikey defending The Matrix so much” He managed to move his eyes from you to cast a glare at his youngest brother.

“We can’t watch a Patrick Swayze marathon for the fifth time dude, we gotta expand our horizons” He was adamant that Mikey simply wanted to bust his balls.

“One doesn’t get tired of Point Break” Was his final statement before April offered up another trilogy as an option.

The five minute break had helped, the candy had fully melted in his mouth and by the time his eyes found you like autopilot, you had gone to the bathroom by the lack of your presence.

“Keep an eye on the food numbnuts, be right back, and no April we ain’t watching Jennifer’s Body, ya get a weird look in yer eye when that broad goes berserk on them dudes” Her huff made him smile but why were his legs lifting him up and delivering him towards the bathroom that surely was occupied?

Had he finally fucking lost his mind?

He silently prayed he’d trip and perish on his way but much to his dismay he was at the door just as you began to step out. The little jump was endearing, the wide look in your eyes quickly changing before the nervous laugh kicked in.

“Jesus I didn’t hear you” You commented with a giggle.

“My bad, ninja shit and all that” He felt his tongue was made of clay.

“Well naturally you’d be good at sneaking around, so what’s the finale decision for the marathon?” You asked, peaking a glance behind him as the debate for The Matrix had now been swapped for Rush Hour.

Raph swallowed, eyes taking in your small frame compared to his massive one. The concept of how you’d look beneath him punched him in the gut and exhilarated him all at once.

God he wanted to fucking eat you up.

“…Do ya wanna skip the movie?”

It was out of his mouth before he could shove it back down his esophagus.

“What? Like not watch them?” You weren’t taken aback, merely intrigued by his sudden change. But he could tell there was a little beneath your words an almost hopeful want.

It took a great deal for Raph to unglue his mouth, a rattle in his spirits as the adrenaline zig zagged inside of his veins.

“Kinda just wanna hang with ya…just us” He whispered it, a little nugget of information that found itself smacking your concern into a grin.

Why were you grinning?

Oh fuck!

“If you wanna be alone with me all you had to do was ask, is that it? Is that what you want Raphie?” His palms felt sweaty, he felt his stomach do a violent somersaults but your grin, your eyes casted upwards at him didn’t allow him to move. All he could muster was a nod, slow and meaningful enough to make your eyes shiny with curiosity.

Did you know? Could you read every shameful thought that’s ran through his brain all these years?

The aftertaste of the candy still clung to the inside of his cheeks, it mixed with the little saliva he had left from swallowing so much.

“Hey Mike, watch the food, something came up and Raph’s gotta take me home!” There was a muffled yeah yeah yeah from him and before Raph could look back your hand was in his.

Soft skin on his callouses.

“Well, let’s go” You smiled whilst leading him towards one of the exits in the Lair.

He allowed you to tug him, mind too wrapped up still on how your hand felt against his own. That impossible desire to pull back against him, to feel your further against him.

That need to consume you ran through his body like electricity.

What the fuck was he getting himself into?

[yikimiki]

Possessive!stepbrother Eren who tells you about the dangers of the world and men. You need to stay away from them and always stay with Eren. You know better than to disobey him.

this is my shit actually 😎

⚠️ warnings: dark content and smut, manipulation/gaslighting, stepcest, possessive and toxic behavior, fem!reader is very innocent and inexperienced, but they’re both in their early 20’s (college), praise and degradation, misogyny

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“What did I tell you?” Eren speaks slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. You turn your gaze away from him, cheeks burning and tears rolling down your face — you knew it would come to this, because Eren is always, always right. “I told you he would break your heart, that’s why you don’t listen to what college guys say.”

You nod, fighting back a sob, but still can’t meet his eyes. After being stood up for three hours, you really don’t need to hear him rub salt in your wound. “I know, Eren, I’m stupid, is that what you wanna hear?” You say. You pull your knees closer to you, against your chest, and you think that if you make yourself any smaller you might vanish. “Can you go now?”

He scoffs. “And leave you like this? Of course not.” Eren leans closer to you, and your bed creaks under his weight. His warm hand meets the wet skin of your cheek, and he makes you turn your head towards him. “Want your big brother to make you feel better? Hm? That way you always like?”

You nod — once again, you knew it would come to this.

Eren has nurtured a bad habit for a long time now — the habit of making sure you know who you belong to. What kind of big brother would he be if he didn’t make sure his sister is safe? And who would he be if he didn’t tell you, again and again, that every guy out there just wants you for your body? Of course you got stood up, it’s because—

“—You’re easy to fuck,” Eren speaks against your mouth, ignoring your whimpers as his cock drills inside your pussy. It should always be like this, he thinks, and there’s a tinge of nausea inside his stomach thinking that his precious little sister got fucked by another cock. “You’re an easy slut, that’s why you always end up like this. That’s why— fuck — that’s why you don’t get taken seriously.”

“It’s not true,” you whine, but your mind isn’t all there by this point. Even if Eren says it just to keep you in line, he’s pretty sure you’re a little cock-crazy from the way you always melt away the second he’s inside you. That stupid little brain of yours can’t really deal with a lot at once. “You’re so mean, it’s not my fault.”

“It’s your fault, yeah,” he says. His hand is firm when he holds your cheeks together, making you pout. There are tears staining your lash line, but he doesn’t care. “When are you going to understand that your pussy is mine? Uh? No one can fuck you like this.” Eren rolls his hips and hits your cervix, the mixture of pain and pleasure makes your eyes roll back. “No one cares as much as I do.”

Your pretty eyes are all hazy when you look at him, cunt clenching desperately around his girth. Eren is fucking huge, and he has worked long and hard to make sure that you can take his cock fully, like the good slut that you are. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you give in. His cock is throbbing inside you, soaking wet and leaking precum, and you can’t think when the lewd sounds echo all around you. “Can you fill me up? Please?”

He scoffs. “Only good girls get filled up, not needy sluts like you,” Eren speaks, and you whine in desperation against his warm mouth. He smiles — you’re so, so easy to mold. He’s sure you’d do anything he asks at this point. “Are you my good girl? My good little baby?” You nod, again and again, not breaking eye contact. “Want me to cum inside your pussy, yeah? Gotta keep it all inside, baby, you know it. Gotta push it deep and not waste one drop.”

“I- I won’t waste, please,” you moan. “Please, Eren, please…”

And he does — because he also loves to spoil you, and loves even more to know that he’s claiming you every time he cums inside your pussy. It’s so much, so thick, that you always cum right after him, clenching around his cock and milking him dry as he continues to plunge inside your messy hole. “Good fucking girl, that’s my good cock slut,” he praises, watching as the white liquid squelches out. “That’s my fucking pussy, fuck.”

“It’s yours, Eren,” you mumble. “I’m all yours.”

[crackedpumpkin]

Me: *sees your requests are open*

Brain: *gives silly little hehe*

May I request a Rise Leo x Reader that like. Bites? Like upset? Bite. Absolutely, head over heels in love? Bite.

Like they feel extreme emotion and they decide... Cronch-

Hello lovely anon! I hope you enjoy this, I'm so sorry for being so late;;;; My plate's been absolutely overloaded lately :")

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[ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

This had to stop. 

Leo pulls away from you with a wince, shifting in his seat on the couch so that there’s a safe distance between you two as he tries to withhold this…instinct of his.

You glance up at him, puzzled by his sudden movement. Your side starts to feel cold without his warmth, tilting your head as you look at him. “What’s wrong?” You ask, the hand that isn’t holding your phone reaching out for him. 

He purses his lips, hugging a pillow close to his chest. “I just gotta calm down.” 

“Calm down?” Your brow quirks up, even more confused by his vague explanation. 

“Yeah, or…y’know.” He trails off, eyes darting around to look at anything but you.

“But I don’t know,” You point out incredulously, setting your phone down and moving closer.

He flinches, scrambling back to the other side of the couch as you start to grow worried by his extreme reaction. “Babe, what’s wrong?” You’re patient, waiting for an answer as he tries to find the words to explain precisely why he couldn’t even be five feet within your presence.

“I just- You’re too-” Leo desperately wishes he could be anywhere right now but with you. He doesn’t know how much he can take with your cute, worried gaze piercing his heart like a bullet. He can’t even look at you because he knows as soon as he does, he’d instantly melt and give in.

“You’re too cute….” He mumbles, teeth gritted as he tries to fight it. 

“Thanks? But what does that have to do with anything?” You get up and sit beside him, grabbing his arm and refusing to let go. You tug him down towards you, brushing your lips against his cheek as he gawks, wide-eyed at the sudden action.

His cheeks bloom a rosy shade of pink, and you grin, taking his hands in yours. “Seriously though, what’s wrong, love?”

He looks away in absolute and utter agony at the sudden kiss on his cheek. He sneaks a glance, instantly giving in when he sees your lips pursed into a slight pout. 

“You can’t laugh,” He sighs, leaning back against the couch with a defeated expression. Your eyes widen slightly. Is what he’s hiding that earth-shattering?

“I…I have this….thing. When I feel really overwhelmed with emotion, I…bite.”

“Bite?” You repeat with furrowed brows as you try to understand what your boyfriend is trying to tell you. “Like, an instinct?”

He nods. You’ve hit the nail on the head.

“So, when you moved away earlier…. It was because you felt overwhelmed by us cuddling?” 

His cheeks flush with the blush he thought had ebbed away, returning with full force. He coughs awkwardly, already feeling embarrassed under your gaze. 

“That’s okay,” He looks up, surprised by your response. You lock gazes with him, flashing him an understanding smile. “I don’t mind.”

“You don’t?” It’s like a massive weight is lifted off his shoulders, relief flooding his chest when you nod your head with a warm grin.

“So come here and cuddle, lover boy.” You chuckle, gesturing for him to open his arms from where they are crossed over his plastron. 

He hums happily when you snuggle against his body, leaning down to capture your lips with his sweetly, and you hum happily, tilting your head up. Your hands slowly run up and down his arms, stopping to rest on his shoulders. You shift slightly to get into a somewhat more comfortable position, not wanting to break the kiss. 

Leo’s heart warms with joy, opening his eyes slightly to see yours closed shut. Your lashes brush against the skin under your eyes, lips curved into a smile as your body relaxes in his hold. 

This makes him happy. Incredibly happy, in fact, to the point that he can't help himself. He bites down on your lip a little too harshly, and you gasp, a delicious tingle shooting up your spine before you break the kiss with wide eyes, panting slightly from the prolonged kiss. 

Your chest rises and falls with each pant, matching Leo’s as he watches you with a lovestruck gaze while you both catch your breath. His thumb brushes against your swollen bottom lip, eyes resting on the beautiful rosy pink that’s beginning to become a slightly darker shade. His eyes flick back up to yours, and your breath hitches in your chest. 

You gulp, unable to tear your gaze away.

“Did it hurt?” He asks softly. Your tongue is suddenly heavy, and you barely manage to shake your head with a dazed smile. 

He chuckles, leaning back with a sigh as his arms circle your waist in a hug. 

“You’re a menace, you know that?” You finally find your voice, settling for resting your head against his shoulder with a playful glare. He presses another kiss to the side of your head, bringing your interlocked hands up to place small kisses on the smooth skin.

You sigh, the feather-like touch causing a funny flip in your stomach. However, slight pain pricks your fingertips, looking up in alarm to see his guilty grin. He kisses your red fingertips in apology, and you relent. 

Looks like you’d have to get used to this new behaviour of his.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Billy can be difficult to read at times. If he isn’t actively hiding his emotions altogether, he usually reads as angry no matter the mood he’s in.

This makes it difficult to interact with him.

Unless you’re Steve.

There are very tiny details that signal what kind of pissed off Billy is at any given time — sad pissed or mad pissed.

After watching him huff and mope around the kitchen with his arms crossed, Steve determines easily that it’s the former. While this means that the issue is likely more difficult to resolve, he’s glad that his lover isn’t angry.

Last time they argued in front of company, things… escalated.

Steve realistically knows that he’s never in danger. That Billy just has big emotions and doesn’t know how to express them in healthy, communicative ways sometimes.

The kids, however, see him getting red in the face and raising his voice and think that all hell is about to break loose.

The drama of it all gives Steve a headache just thinking about it.

He pads into the kitchen just in time to find Billy solemnly closing the pantry for the umpteenth time, and fixes the blond with a soft smile.

“Hey, Stevie,” Billy sighs.

He crosses his arms and leans against the pantry door, eyes downcast as the brunet steps closer.

“Hey,” Steve coos. “What’re you over here being all bummy about, huh?”

Billy shrugs halfheartedly, brows drawing together, and the little conversation going on around the kitchen table stops.

Dustin and Mike had been discussing character concepts for their next campaign, the tabletop spread with notes and drawings and books for references.

All of that gets put on pause for a moment.

Steve keeps his focus on Billy.

“Brain stuff again?” Steve asks, voice quiet. When Billy nods after a brief moment of hesitation, he cocks his head to the side. “What spots are you feeling sad about, tubs?”

Billy huffs a laugh at the nickname, but frowns as he looks down. Just below his crossed arms, there’s the gentle pooch of his stomach. Steve follows his gaze and smiles at the sight. Moves closer and sets one of his hands on Billy’s waist, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

“Go figure it’s something that I like,” Steve muses.

“Fuck off.”

Billy’s face flushes red, and he tenses up when Steve’s touches move closer and closer to his softened abdomen.

“You’re such a hater,” Steve murmurs. He presses closer, shuffling Billy up against the pantry door with both hands on his waist as he leans into his neck. “Always disliking my favorite things.”

The blond uncrosses his arms and secures his hands on Steve’s shoulders. Doesn’t pull or push, just rests his hands there while Steve ghosts kisses over the corner of his jaw.

It doesn’t take much to smooth out the hard edges.

After all, Billy is, at his core, melted sugar. Warm honey dissolving at the bottom of a teacup. Everything soft and sweet and all too easy to overindulge on.

Steve sneaks a hand around his back, presses him away from the pantry and into an all-encompassing hug. It has Billy sighing softly once he’s wrapped up, his own arms lacing around Steve after a beat.

“I mean it when I say I like it, y’know.” Steve gives his partner a reassuring squeeze. “I know that doesn’t change how you feel about it, but I’m here to help however I can, baby. All you gotta do is ask.”

Billy holds his breath for a moment before he hides his face in Steve’s shoulder.

“I know,” he whispers.

“Mm, did you want a snack?”

“Yeah…”

“Would it be easier if I had one with you?”

After a brief silence, Billy nods. Steve gives him one last, firm squeeze before he pulls away and offers a gentle smile when he notices how glassy and red-rimmed his lover’s eyes look.

Together, they have a snack cake of Billy’s choice, and the blond’s demeanor changes almost immediately after he takes the first bite. Steve smooths a loving hand over his upper back before he ropes him into his side, which earns a little smile in return.

At the table, Dustin and Mike have returned to chatting about their concepts. No longer bothered by the display in the kitchen.

Even if no one else can read Billy, Steve’s just glad that the element of fear is withering away.

One day at a time.

[sweetkpopmusings]

minho coworker headcanons <3

a/n: how could i ever even describe how fond i am of minho ?? he is so silly and weird and i'd protect him at all costs <333 as my job has been less than desirable for a long time, these coworkers hcs bring me soooo much comfort, and i hope they provide the same kind of serotonin for you !! pics not mine~

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none! | pairing: coworker!minho x gn!reader | requests: open

almost everyone in the office is scared of him

you two never crossed paths because you work in different departments, so the only things you knew about him were what coworkers told you

the first time you saw him was when you went into a quiet place in the office to watch some videos and take a mental break from work

he was hiding in that very place because he had been reprimanded by his supervisor for a project (his partner on it was the one who dropped the ball but just so happened to be “sick” that day) and minho needed to collect himself before going back to his desk

that’s how you caught the scariest guy in the office looking at pictures of his beloved cats

when he noticed you, he tried to play it cool and act annoyed, but you saw the tips of his ears turn red as he realized you saw him being super soft for his precious cats

reading the room, you asked “rough day?” and the genuine concern in your voice completely melted minho’s scary facade away

he scoffed, rolled his eyes, and answered “yeah. gotta love being someone else’s fall guy”

that sparked a conversation that included him showing off his cats to you, and you showing him the silly little videos you were watching to boost your mood 

slowly but surely, minho would seek you out whenever he wanted a friendly conversation 

you were the only person in the office he didn’t try to intimidate, and everyone else was in complete awe of this

especially when they saw you two doing word/logic puzzles at work during your breaks

he even bought one of those massive puzzle books so you two could use it

whenever your lunches didn’t line up, you’d leave each other teasing and/or encouraging notes in the margins of the pages 

that book became a conversational record between you two

he’d never admit it, but, sometimes, when minho was feeling sentimental, he’d look through old pages and laugh at how your notes got more and more ridiculous as you two got more and more comfortable with each other :,-)

you become the minho translator because you just know him so well uwu

like if you two are sitting together during a coffee break and a coworker asks about weekend plans, minho would give a vague answer about interdimensional travel

before your coworker’s brain goes into overdrive trying to decode the statement, you’d explain, “he’s going to the animated film festival this weekend”

your coworker nods and silently leaves after getting their coffee, completely unaware of the snort minho let out at your translation

minho, despite befriending you, does not let go of his scary persona

in fact, because he’s so fond of you, he’ll use it to protect you

if someone bad mouths your quality of work or makes a snide remark about you in general, minho responds in a way that gives them nightmares for weeks

he never tells you that he does that, but you do catch him smirking whenever one of the perpetrators is nicer to you in the office >:-)

he’s super supportive of you at work too !! 

he’s your number one advocate when it comes to asking for a raise, applying for a promotion, etc.

minho thinks you deserve the best, and he’ll fight tooth and nail himself to get that for you, even though he knows you are more than capable of achieving greatness yourself

he thinks so highly of your skills and talent, and he wants to make sure you recognize your own potential <3

if he’s feeling insecure or down because of work or poor interactions with coworkers, he’ll turn to you for support, even if he doesn’t directly admit that something’s bothering him 

he could make a joke like “ah, how’re you going to solve this crossword if i get fired?”

obviously, you’d know exactly what he means by that and say “if you’re getting fired, i’m quitting because firing such a smart and competent employee is a major red flag”

he’d tease, “wow,  you’re really dedicated to crossword puzzles”

you’d nod, and he’d smile softly because he knew that you were always going to be his rock at work, and he’s eternally grateful for that

minho is so selective with the people he lets close to him, and, since you passed the test, he wants you two to be close outside of the office too

it takes him a while to work up the courage to invite you to hangout after work

but, when he’s throwing a casual dinner party with his friends, he knows it’s the perfect time to see each other without being bound by work schedules

you of course accept his invitation, but you also admit you’re a little nervous to meet all his friends

minho reassures you by telling you that he, a perfect and extremely cool person, has curated an impeccable group of people, so you have nothing to be worried about

and he’s totally right because all of his friends are not only super funny and kind, but they also love you !!!

and, more importantly, soonie, doongie, and dori love you <3333

every single one of his friends exposes minho for talking about you constantly lmao

minho gives them death glares but they refuse to miss out on the opportunity to tease him <3

especially chan because he thinks it’s so cute that minho is trying to act cool to impress you <3

by the end of the night, minho’s smiling ear to ear because you mesh so well with his friend group :,,,,-)

you two reference funny moments from the dinner party the next time you meet at work, and you’re both just bubbling with happiness because you can’t believe how lucky you are to have met each other by chance in a quiet corner of the office on a random afternoon <333

[pupyuj]

damn first time ask but likenzjdkdns im such a big gaeul stan i just need sm dom gaeul stuff like i want her to ruin me🥰🥰🥰 i want to feel her cock inside me and idk maybe breed me oh whoops🥺 djmsjdkdjsis

me too anon, me too.. oh did i say that 🤭🤭 this was one of my favorite asks to write like.. gaeul, the things you do to my headddd 😵‍💫

who said gaeul makes up for her height with her big dick—

i imagine that g!p gaeul's urges are very random 😭😭 like maybe you're in the practice room with the girls, watching them rehearse for a special lil performance—one for their concert, maybe—and you're just sitting off to the side, sometimes scrolling on your phone, adorably trying to imitate the dance moves, or literally just staring off into space and still, gaeul will feel the strong need to fuck you stupid 😳😳😳

and that's exactly what'll happen... as soon as the girls get a break, gaeul takes your wrist and drags you out of the room, her cock growing harder and harder as your scent started filling her senses,,, she takes you to a single-stall bathroom and pins your back against the sink,, "it should be illegal to look this cute in a stupid skirt..." gaeul says, her hands caressing your thighs.

"i like this skirt, though?" you said with a fake frown,, you loved seeing her like this, however 🤭 she was one of the more quiet and serious members but that was what made her so hot to you, and knowing she was a borderline sex-obsessed perv behind closed doors made her even hotter ugh 😩 sjdbekfjd you having to lean down a little to kiss her bcs she is on the tiny side, but she's having all the control 😵‍💫 she's biting your lips, exploring your mouth with her tongue, steadily melting your fucking brain into a puddle while she's feeling your wet cunt through your panties.. and you try to touch her cock but she swats your hand away,,

"come onnn, you have been practicing for hours... i've been waiting all day, unnie..." you whined with a pout. oh you were cute... so cute that gaeul decided that this was gonna be the best quickie of your life 🫣

"yeah? fine then."

and she turns you around to face the mirror,, wasting no time pulling your panties down to your ankles,,, "now you get to watch your pretty little self get fucked... talk about feast to the eyes, hm?" before you knew it, gaeul has pulled her own pants and undergarments down and she gives you exactly what you have been craving: her cock balls deep inside you 😵‍💫😩

gaeul having to slide two of her fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet,, gagging and drooling over her digits, and also moaning bcs she was fucking into you relentlessly 😵‍💫 she gets very lost in the act, her free hand gripping your ass, keeping you steady while slamming her cock inside you :(( eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her own cute moans escaping her mouth bcs god did it feel good to finally use you after hours and hours of practice <333

"you're such a good little doll, aren't you? always gonna be there for unnie when i need you, huh?" she's whispering in your ear, looking at your face through the mirror and only getting more turned on,, you were the prettiest when you were getting fucked out of your mind 🤤🤤

shdehjfjdf gaeul dumping her load inside you with a whimper, some of it even spilling out your hole a little bcs she came a lot :((( you whining when she pulled out, trying to chase after her cock by bending over the sink a little more but gaeul's laughing, patting your ass and shaking her head.

"i gotta get back before they suspect anything, baby... but i'll call you when we're finished. for now, just go home, wait... and wear that lingerie you know i like, alright?"

and well... you can imagine that it was a very wild night! gaeul had to reward you for being her good girl after all! 😚

[onmyyan]

NEW PATIENT with Delmont brother brain rot! It’s an infectious disease as this point doc! Gotta share some stuff in my head that I’d love to do to them! ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

Cas: We on a cute date and are in a private isolated area in a park/hiking trail/forested area. We brought a cooler of ice cream and other goods. I am deadlocking eyeing this man as I’m licking this long and thick white ice cream pop. Cas’s is beginning to melt on his fingers and he doesn’t notice it cuz he too busy looking at me his baby. I lick his fingers clean from the ice cream and make sure to get his fingers nice and wet in my mouth and eat his ice cream too while I’m at it. I want his own cream seeping from him as well

Gabe: He playing video games and is with his friends doing a team game or something. It late at night and I want him in bed with me. I look at him and bring a finger to my lips to signal to him shush and continue talking to his friends as normal. I crawl up to him and pull down his pants and part his legs. I give him that mad head and make sure to give ‘em balls plenty of love and attention too. I want this man fighting for his life over the mic head set tryin to act like nothin going on while still gaming and supportin his team

Ricky: I’m just feeling really sadistic today and put him in a cock cage the entire day. I’ll tease him over the phone too the entire day and won’t give him any peace while he’s at work, on lunch break, etc. When he comin home I’m tying him to the bed, and even though he’s begging for sweet release of his friend to pound me, I ain’t having it today. No. I’m riding his face, teasing his balls, and makin it so that he’s perpetually edged the entire night. It’s all about my pleasure only tonight, and when dawn comes and he gotta go to work. I still ain’t taking the cage off despite the overstimulated mess he is. He go to work, no sleep, no sweet release, and what he find that I sent him in his lunch? The key to the cage, with a cute little note that says, “Round 2 tonight?”

Marcos: I’m gonna force this motherfucker to buy me a custom made gold ring with my initials on it so he can wear it cause he’s mine, ya know? Then I’m gonna drip lots of burning hot wax on him and press the ring into the wax on his skin to see if it’ll leave a cute mark or two with my initials indented into his skin. After that I’ll allow him to breed me. Oh and this’ll be filmed secretly, and I’ll only let him watch it if I think he performed well enough for me

Manny: Vibrator dildo up his ass, as his hands and neck is harshly pulled and tied to the bedpost. I learned fancy knife play with butterfly knives just for him, and I’m gonna carve my name onto his skin over his little heart where his tattoo is. And you bet I’m gonna make it pretty as I can. I’m taking my time, calling him pretty things, being his lil cheerleader and everything. When I’m done and satisfied with my art, then it’s his turn to pleasure me, but no knife or blood on me

Sorry it got more demented as it went on. I guess I just naturally matched each brothers energy. Whatchu think?

Love 🗡️Psycho🗡️ Anon

👀👄👀 I adore you for this omfg thank you for sending it in I love everything about this

[gothushi]

gosh your fic (which i LOVED btw) has my mind whirling with all the possibilities of pegging the other boys. luke and simon are a given, obviously, that’s just another tuesday for them, in fact they both wear signs that say “please peg me!!” at all times, but imagine hook or charlie or nikolai? i think all three of them would try to act so tough and unbothered, but the second the action starts suddenly you should’ve soundproofed the walls. ernst? oh my i don’t think he’d even know what to do with himself, he’d be so overwhelmed and nervous, but once you actually start his brain would turn to absolute mush; his tongue rolling out of his mouth with his eyes rolled back. father anthony? oh my lord (harhar)….talk about ruining that man for forever. i genuinely think it would alter (harhar) his brain chemistry. sex in general is probably so overwhelming for him considering how long he’s abstained, so i can’t imagine how mind breaking it would be to be on the receiving end of so much pleasure. seb? i think he’d be so intimidated and hesitant to the idea at first, but he’d quickly loose his absolute mind once things get going. slurring his words, drooling into the pillow.

if we really wanna get into luke and simon though, i think they’re both similar in the sense that in the beginning they’d be really hesitant to the idea of anything inside them. there’s just *no way* they’d like that, i mean….who do you think they are? they like to fuck, not be fucked! but obviously they become absolute sluts to their prostates being played with very quickly. i can just imagine simon begging for u and brendan to put it in at the same time because “i can take it!! i swear i can!! come on….please, please?”

okay luke and simon hard agree fully. especially with simon wanting u and brendan to fuck him at the same time. he’s whining he can take it, he’ll make it fit please he wants both of ur cocks so bad … brendan’s gotta slap him to make him shut up. they both loooove prostate massages, it makes lukes mind melt and he shakes all over until he cums from it, and then he’s all pliant and relaxed, his sore muscles all tired. simon likes when u make him stand, bent over something, and u watch as his legs shake and tremble and he almost falls everytime. he loves u humiliating him.

hook and charlie are the ones who would take like … the longest to convince. even longer than it did with rob. they’re both a bit reserved there like… no i’m in charge? but u’ve just got the cutest puppy eyes and they’re never able to say no to u, at all, no matter what. they’re similar to rob in the sense that they stretch out and let u do ur thing, telling u to be careful, gentle, and they’re pretty calm at first because it doesn’t hurt but it just feels.. odd. yk? but once u’ve got enough lube and u find that little spot, the arousal in his body spikes ten fold and color fills his cheeks. safe to safe they enjoy it and will want to do it again

i think nikolai is more open to the idea, but he wants to be in charge. i see nikolai as probably the least likely to want to be submissive, so he will let u fuck him, but he wants to ride u. growls and groans about ur cock, how deep it reaches, how good it feels, cooing at ur good ideas and asking if u like watching him ride u. ur a mess by the end of it all

ernst is obviously the most likely to enjoy it all. he’s embarrassed at first like.. no that’s dirty! that’s embarrassing! ur not supposed to touch there! but it doesn’t take long with u batting ur eyes and palming over his cock to convince him. ernst is definitely also the one who falls apart the most. he’s practically screaming, his legs kicking, eyes lidded, rolling back, crossing, he’s drooling and panting like an overactive dog, and his cocks making even more of a mess than his mouth

i think before pegging father anthony he’d need to be worked up to it a lot. and slowly. i can picture one night ur just working on stretching him some more, ur up to two fingers, all slick with lube and spit. ur tongues laving over his balls to soothe and distract, heavy moans falling from his lips. ur fingers curl and ughhtht he just falls apart. obscene, pornography worthy moans are sounding from him, head craned back, hands gripping the duvet. it’s so unbelievably intimate for him, and he didn’t know he could feel this good ever. he probably cries, and u nearly stop until he’s gasping ‘my angel, oh, keep going, please’

seb’s another one kinda close to ernst in the way he’d react. he’d be pretty open to the idea for the most part but would take a while to work up to actually executing the idea. once u’ve got started he rivals a woman in a porno. moaning loud, making his throat hoarse, getting himself fucked into the mattress probably surrounded by ur plushies

[bonezone44]

Gotta Start with a Good Foundation

Joel Miller x afab!Reader

Word Count: 1171

Summary: After you and Joel get to know each other a little bit, you make your move. (takes place before the D/s relationship begins)

Tags: afab!Reader, sub!reader, Dom!Joel, negotiations

Story Masterlist - Main Masterlist

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"I don't do ‘one and done,’ okay? Some people are fine with that, but I'm not." He shakes his head. "It doesn't work for me.” Joel shrugs, his arms crossed and tight against his chest. “I've tried it and I don't like it." 

“Okay,” you respond with a short nod. Your jaw is slack and your cheeks burn.

It was terrifying enough to admit to your attraction to Joel. You had been joking and playful with your approach because it was easier that way–easier to yank the words from the inside of your brain to the outside of your lips. But you realize now that it had made you come across as casual and flighty–like you were toying with the whole idea. Like you were toying with him.

"It takes dedication.” He taps the table between you with the spread of his fingertips. 

"Yes."

“It takes time and energy and resources, okay?”  His eyebrows are furrowed and serious. He licks his lips. “It takes real commitment." 

“Yes,” you repeat, with another short nod, because you do agree. You’re embarrassed that your actions implied otherwise.

"And I don't wanna waste time–” He’s shaking his head. “--with somebody who doesn't share the same respect for it." 

“Okay.” Third nod’s a charm, you suppose. You’re not really sure what to do. Joel’s attention is absolutely hypnotizing. Warmth sparked in your gut a few seconds ago and now it’s spreading out and spiraling through your body in snaking tendrils and you feel as if every muscle beneath your skin is melting right off the bone.

And all Joel is doing is sitting across the table from you and setting boundaries.

But… 

He’s not referring to these ideals in a general sense. He’s not sharing with the group. 

He’s speaking about them to you.

Directly.

And alone.

Where no one else can hear.

"I take this all very seriously because it can be so rewarding when it works. When it really works.” He brings his hand to the center of his chest. “When we take our time to understand one another, the connection we share can be real satisfyin."

“Okay.” 

“...Okay?” His brows are high, lines rippled out on his forehead.

“Yes.”

“...Does this work for you?”

“Yes.”

“A-are you just agreein’ with everything I say?” he asks with confusion. 

“No.” You break into laughter, snapping the wire of tension that had started to coil between the both of you. Your body is still warm. You cover your face with your hand. “No, I’m not.” You shake your head. "I don't want to waste time, either." Joel’s growing smile soothes your dis-ease. "I don't dip my toes in the water, Joel. I dive in head first.” You shrug. “I go big or I stay the fuck home. I wouldn't pursue this if I didn't mean it." 

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be doing all this work if this was just for fun.”

He chuckles. “Well, it’s fun, too,” he says with a smirk. "There's no denyin that."

You laugh. Your eyes disappear behind the cheery round of your cheeks. “I know, I know. But it’s not the priority.” You shake your head. “It’s not the main appeal.”

“What’s the priority, then?” he asks. “For you?”

And suddenly the warm, snaking tendrils are wrapping around your esophagus and constricting your airflow. You fight against your body’s growing stiffness. It shouldn’t be so hard to look into his eyes and admit to the simplest thing. To ask for something so ordinary from someone who clearly wants the same as you.

There is a battle happening inside of you between your fears and your desires. You’re not clenching your teeth, but the muscles in your neck and jaw are taut and straining. Part of you wants to look away, run, set fire to the building and ride off into the sunset–continuing your life in solitary self-confinement. 

But… goddamn. Joel is offering you something so much better: A slow, winding journey of discovery and exploration with glistening peaks and shaded valleys and green, meandering hills. There are high-reaching desert plateaus and deep, chilling ravines and long stretches of flat, consistent earth.  There are rushing rivers and placid lakes. There are puddles and ponds and little splashes of water that, hey, maybe you do wanna dip your toe into before you try to go for a swim.

And it’s all uncharted territory. Brand new. Untouched. It’s uncreated, actually–only brought into existence by the two of you sculpting it out, hand-in-hand, piece by ever-loving piece.

Right now, there’s a whole lotta nothing. Just a blank canvas and some empty air. 

There’s ideas. And fantasies. A long list of ‘What-if’s’.

There’s hopes and dreams and exciting possibilities. 

And bringing this new world into fruition does take time and energy and resources. It does take commitment. 

Gotta start with a good foundation and all.

And this is Joel. He’s built and developed and created before. He understands the technical details and underlying infrastructure. He knows how to trudge through all the nitty and the gritty. 

And you, you know how to flesh it all out. You know how to braid and weave the world together with sparkling, tantalizing threads. You know how to paint and elaborate, too–how to blend the colors to create depth and dimension. How to trick the eye into seeing more than what’s there–into seeing what else could be.

It is a waste of time to attempt this with someone who lacks the respect for it. 

So what is the priority for you? What do you really want to experience with this large-scale endeavor? What do you desire with certainty?

“...Trust,” you say, finally.  “And intimacy,” you fumble to add, though you find the two to be basically intertwined. 

“Okay.” He nods. "Okay." He leans forward. “And are you willing to trust me and be intimate with me?”

Your face burns bright and hot. You can feel stinging in your cheeks and arms and legs. And god, his eyes. His face. His sincerity. His broad shoulders and hands and the scruff along his jaw and above his lip. And the depth of his voice as it curls around you, sending goosebumps across your skin. And his lips and his hair and his everything everything everything.

And he wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t want you, too. He wouldn’t be having this discussion with you at all. He’s showing you all his cards. Point blank. And asking you to make a move.

Knowing that helps you push past your fear of rejection and humiliation and give in to your desire for something more with him. 

“If you want time to think about–”

“Yes,” you interrupt quickly. “I’m willing to trust you and be intimate with you.” 

A soft smile grows on his face. “Okay.” He nods. 

You reach out for his hand and he takes it, rubbing his thumb across the tops of your knuckles.

And it’s just one step. But it’s a step shared and in a mutual direction.

+++++

a/n: I'm back to seeing Joel as Joel. LOL! I think I was just on a Dave York kick for the last chapter.

[oh-katsuki]

okay I just read your stsg fic and right after the tendou fic and for some reason my brain started combining the two and I started thinking stsg + stepcest + older brothers best friend and idk....I'm into it I think

hmmNMJFDNAGFJKRNGVJKREN oh ill THROW UP THAT'S SO FNRIJEAGVNREJGNRJBVNREJLKN SEXXYYY HFNREJKANVGJREHKABV sorry if this makes so sense im like drooling and hollering at the screen and everything

cw: fem!reader, use of she/her pronouns, stepcest (but gojo lowkey is imagining it's incest sorry), i say SISTER CUNT!, vaginal fingering, threesome, suguru is basically a spectator but he loves it, everyone is so strange and disgusting ill moan

ugh satoru as the overly clingy big brother type. the kind that makes the people around him mildly uncomfortable because he absolutely has a sister complex. he's even gone so far as to share an apartment with you while you're in university, makes the financial burden a little easier.

he's like.... infatuated. he thinks that you're fucking precious and so damn pretty it makes him sick. satoru just can't get over how obsessed with you he is. to him, you're the perfect little sister.

the age gap isn't all that big. four years, give or take a few, but satoru still treats you like you'll break. he likes to spoil you. likes to buy you things and feed you and make you feel pretty.

thing is though, he also obsesses over who you date. satoru likes to know who you're seeing, when you're seeing them, and how far you're going with them. of course, you'd never tell him if you were fucking someone or not, so he's left to assume. satoru's gotta fill in the gaps. he knows you're having sex though. there's really no way he couldn't, what with the way you stay out at night.

and suguru... suguru is satoru's best friend from college. a bit of a brute, with a silver tongue and a borderline twisted sense of humor, the two of them are like peas in a pod.

of course, suguru knows you. satoru's pretty little sister who is either an idiot or willfully ignorant to her brother's overt sexual obsession with her. it's a little funny to suguru actually, just how fucked up satoru is over you. of course, he probably would be too if he lived in the place you showered in. that would send any guy in his right might a little fucking bonkers and satoru has never been all too deep on the sane end of things.

course, things change a little when suguru starts letting satoru talk about you. he listens while satoru goes on about the guy you're seeing, the person you fucked this weekend, how pretty you looked this morning when you woke up. you know, the weird and obsessive shit satoru is pretty much known for when it comes to you.

things just sort of... happen from there out. they watch you when you're in the room, touch you softly while you're sitting on the couch with them, till eventually, they've got you spread open across their laps with satoru's fingers in your pussy and suguru coaxing you both through it.

suguru watches over your shoulder from where satoru is crouched between your legs, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of you. it's the gentlest of touches, just to make you feel good. satoru wants to make you feel good so badly.

he just wants to see you fall apart, to melt at his fingertips. so he curls his fingers slowly while his best friend watches with a chin resting on your shoulder. suguru's got you from under your thighs, holding them up and spread so that satoru can get a proper angle on your tight sister cunt.

and you, pretty you, are caught in the middle. satoru mumbles into your thigh that it's okay, that you're allowed to feel good with them, that he's going to take care of his little sister (and he doesn't bother to add the 'step' before it). suguru, who you've always been intimidated by, speaks directly into your ear, asking if you plan on cumming for satoru any time soon, to which satoru remarks that you can take as long as you want.

big brother's gonna make you feel good, okay? he says.

it's so fucking disgusting that you think you might cum on the spot.

[sarahinara]

it's like 230am and I've already taken my meds but let's see how coherent I can manage to make this.

first oof omg. okay but the like. conflating of maine and the meta (with sigma & eventually the others) and the meta (without the ais) within fandom is so?? like distressing lmao.

the fandom wiki goes on and on about he was ambitious and conniving and power hungry but I just feel like that's so unfair?

because looking at the leaderboard across seasons nine and ten, I think the main reasons for him climbing the board are due to other people's actions and then like. taking a bullet or twenty to protect the briefcase/carolina during the terrible no-good very-bad heist™, and then once sigma gets involved it sure does seem like he does a lot of whispering in maine's ear. (the whole 'sic him' moment will never not be unsettling asdfghjkl)

BUT! but sigma was supposed to be carolina's and she gives him up so that maine can still communicate with the group but like. a decent majority of them can Already make sense of what he's saying? and sigma obviously has his own agenda like friendo iunno if your interpretation of what maine Means to say is wholly accurate.

I'm gonna get to Washington in a hot minute I just have a lot of feelings ;__; because he's got creativity&ambition via carolina, and then fear and happiness from her too. and then theta was next I think?? then gamma and omega, and finally delta? the order he acquires them in aren't intentional I'm sure but it still has me feeling like the pepe silva meme.

and he has So Many all at once? I mean there's that whole 'oh he was power hungry and that's why he&sigma are scooping all of the ais and tech up' but there's also that like. is it so wrong to want them to all be together? in the scheme of things? do they talk with one another in his head? is it Almost like being part of a team again? when does the mental exertion start to melt his brain and hollow him out into the seemingly single minded Meta? what was it like to suddenly have them all gone again? alone alone alone in his head and he can't even properly use his equipment anymore. absolute bullet in the kneecap no wonder he's so petulant and sassy to wash in s8.

anyways. pfl strong silent aggro tank maine and messy rookie 5ever washington make my heart hurt. they both (wash later, mostly) have that hair trigger tip into sudden sharp violence and Yet that 'my friends are in danger gotta toss myself in front of oncoming bodily harm bc that's how I operate' aspect to them as well. how washington is the only one still sitting in the lecture room while sigma fiddles around with the concept of metastability. like what was That about. those moments in s8 where it's almost back to normal exasperated banter? you can't see it but wash is prolly making exasperated lil bitchfaces all the time?

the whole. whose idea was it to bring the meta back along on the epsilon retrieval quest. his brain is prolly fried and he can't use his armor properly and his more than a little unstable. was it the chairman? surely he must have seen some sort of flaw in sending him back out there. was it washington? insisting that the shell of one of his dear friends needed to tag along with him? was there a trade thrown in there somewhere for maine's sake? would he have wasted away in some unsc prison somewhere if not?

wash knew the meta was likely going to try some nonsense when it came to epsilon (and later beta) and yet!!! and yet they're still a team and duoship weird not quite wary friends again not quite perfectly civil work partners. breaks my HEART!

anyways ;__;

okok putting my thoughts under a read more because this got long LMAO

pre-sigma maine (+wash)

YES justice for pre-sigma maine. when it come to the freelancers and the leaderboard, the only ones who reeeeeally cared about the rankings (that we saw) were carolina, south, and ct. the others mention it at points (york and north had a short convo about it), but they have the most reactions to changes/their placements on the board.

but maine? the guy who just does his job of kicking ass when asked? he’s not the one trying to jump off buildings and compete against his fellow agents (a la carolina after tex shows up), nor does he push himself to perform in the field (a la york after his eye injury). you’re absolutely right that maine probably  climbs the leaderboard because he’s just good at what he does.

I think that’s partially why I love the maine+wash duo so much—neither of them played to the project’s machinations of the leaderboard. wash comments so. many. times. about the absurdity of what they’re doing that partnering with maine is probably a breath of fresh air. no-nonsense, you-charge-ahead-I’ll-cover-the-field, oh-right-my-trackers-thanks—they know their strengths, that they’re good, and don’t need a leaderboard to tell them that.

post-sigma maine aka the meta

sigma is absolutely the source of any ambition for power in maine. at this point, the other AIs in use were omega, gamma, delta, and theta; tex probably didn’t talk to anyone about omega, gamma was just sorta odd, delta was calm but logical, and theta was unassumingly cute. maine didn’t have any reason to be overly cautious about sigma when he first got him, and sigma probably kept up pretences during their initial days in order to gain maine’s trust.

and then he has this AI, this piece of hardware wired into his brain and every thought—maybe sigma doesn’t interpret for maine 100% correctly, but he’s able to convince maine that he does. maybe sigma oversteps his boundaries as an AI, and goes down neural pathways he shouldn’t. then, when sigma whispers to maine, how is maine supposed to know if it’s the AI’s thoughts or his own?

I like to think that maybe that’s why he was able to have multiple fragments at once and still function, unlike carolina. whereas eta and iota kept to the AI-designated areas of their freelancer, sigma had such a handle on maine that his want to become human became maine’s as well, because suddenly he realizes that he feels the fragmentation as much as his AI does.

with each fragment he collects, maybe maine feels more whole despite the strain he’s putting on his body. each new voice in his head is like him remembering how to feel—happiness, fear, trust. when they talk to each other, it’s just like any other time he’s rationalized with himself.

this is when maine becomes the meta. when “maine”—everything he was before sigma was implanted—just becomes another fragment of the alpha, desperate for the other pieces that they lost. I don’t think meta is hollow-minded necessarily, but just an amalgamation that transforms maine away from what he once was.

post-meta maine (+wash)

the EMP goes off and it is so quiet.

I think maine is left reeling, still feeling like a fragment despite all biological evidence to the contrary, and doesn’t remember how to be human anymore. his combat abilities are deeply-ingrained muscle memory, but his thoughts? his emotion? the AIs were so intertwined with his mind that every flare of feeling is new and alarming.

then he meets S8 wash, and it only makes it so much worse. because the angry, betrayed man in front of maine is so conflicting with who he remembers, and he doesn’t have the capacity to process that. wash gives him an order and it’s so familiar and maine knows that he should trust wash, that he wouldn’t have hesitated once upon a time, but his mind is broken and all he can focus on is how quiet it is why can’t I trust you why can’t you trust anyone—

why does maine go with wash to search for epsilon? I think they’re both loose ends for freelancer, but neither with any lingering love for the project. wash is tired of it all; maine is a lost man wandering through each day. wash offers his efforts in exchange for his freedom; maine is offered freedom in exchange for his efforts. the chairman pairs them together because the records are clear—they were a good team, and they won’t come anywhere near freelancer after this.

I think if their goal was anything else, if they weren’t dealing with AIs, then maybe wash and maine could’ve come out from their mission a little better for it. his friend is broken but he’s here, and wash learns how to trust again when he feels that white armor pressing against his back in a firefight; his friend is broken but he’s here, and maine finds his own voice again when they’re killing time between objectives. with time, they both feel less alone.

but they were hunting epsilon, and this is maine’s chance to feel whole again, like how he felt when he had the fragments filling his head. there is no downtime, no chance for either of them to heal with their mission looming over their heads. maine might work with wash throughout S8, but when the opportunity presents itself to collect epsilon and beta? the opportunity to be human again?

he never had a choice.

[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Weird Doctor

TWs: drugged character, restraints, muzzle. It's extra long, but I'm not sure where to cut it so I haven't. lemme know if i need to add any other TWs if theyre missing, please. Have fun <3

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

It feels like I’m floating in syrup, cuz everything is nice and quiet and slow, but it’s also too cold to go back to sleep. I wriggled around until realizing that I’m not on a bed and there is no blanket, sadly. I opened my eyes enough to figure out that the cement I’m laying on isn’t covered by anything. Why would I sleep on cement? It’s not warm or comfy at all, and I always trip over the cracks and skin my hands or knees, it's the worst. Wait, there’s a blanket, but it's on the other side of the room and I don’t wanna get up. I stared sadly at it for a bit, letting my brain melt away. Eventually I got too cold and tried to get up, but my arms shook and everything started spinning just a little bit so I laid back down. I huffed, and tried to remember what happened but I kept getting distracted by how cold it was. Why would anyone ever make it so cold? Why would you torture yourself like that? It has to be at least 71 degrees for me to feel comfortable and even then I hide under the blankets. It definitely isn’t that warm in here, and I wanna leave but the only way out is a weird door with a flap at the bottom. 

Actually, the door looks like those ones in movies, yknow? The ones for cells to hold the prisoners, all steel and whatever metal doors are made of. It looks really heavy though, and the room is pretty dark. I can see alright, but there’s no light coming in anywhere. There’s also a ring in the center of the room, which is a trip hazard. You shouldn’t put things out in the middle of the room with no light source, someone’s gonna break the ankle tripping on it. I wouldn’t though, cuz I never trip ever and anyone who says I do is lying and should be banished from my kingdom. Wait, I don't have a kingdom. Do I? Oh well. It would be nice to have a kingdom, just relaxing all day getting to eat all the chocolates and not having to do anything. Maybe I should start my own kingdom, but people say it’s hard. All you gotta do is declare yourself king though, so I don’t understand what they think is hard about that. Maybe they can’t make themselves king? I could make all the people kings, but only if they promised to leave my kingdom alone and give me chocolates.

Suddenly, the door was shoved open, and I closed my eyes against the very bright light that came with it. That was scary, it dragged on the ground and made a really loud noise that hurt my ears. I opened my eyes to glare at it, so it wouldn’t do that again. Oh hey, when they get here? There was someone standing in the door, with a weird thing in their hands. 

“Oh good, you’re awake. Let’s get this on you, I need to take you down to the medbay. You lost quite a bit of blood, and we need to fix that. Getting more is a pain, by the way, so if you lose any more I will drain you dry myself, understood?” They said, walking up to me with the weird thing.

I tried to say something but it hurt and I started coughing, which hurt more. I huffed, cuz I couldn't do anything else. The guy crouched down, setting the weird thing on the floor nearby. He unfolded the weird thing, which had other things inside. He grabbed what looked like one of those shock collars for dogs, but without the spikes on the inside. She- wait, is she a guy or a girl? I can’t tell. Oh well. They slid it under my neck before pulling it tight and clicking it together. Rude, I’m not a dog. I’m not even an animal, everyone can see that. Maybe they need glasses? The weird person was wearing a doctor trench coat, which is even weirder than a normal trench coat, actually. The weird doctor pulled another thing from the little pile that was already mostly gone, and it looked like an odd fabric mask.

He lifted my head up and placed the cold metal part under my chin, and pulling the top metal piece over the bridge of my nose. I tried to watch, but my eyes went cross eyed and made me dizzy, so I just stared at the weird doctor again. They tugged on it before clipping the two back straps together around the back of my head, and then making it really tight somehow. I winced and tried to move away but the weird doctor just yanked my head back and told me to stay still or else, so I stopped wiggling and glared at them. They started pulling on something on the side of the mask thingie, and then that side was really tight and I couldn't open my mouth at all. They started doing the same for the other side, and I tried to move again but it was hard and really slow, so the weird doctor just shoved me back onto the floor.

He yanked my hands behind my back and click-clacked super handcuffs onto my wrists, right over the cuts from before. I tried to pull on them, but it just made my wrists hurt really really bad so I just laid there while the weird doctor went out past the door. It was still cold, but now it was worse cuz i can’t move and everything hurts. Weird Doctor dragged in a moving bed, like the ones in hospitals for patients. Weird, a doctor would never let it get this cold. I’ve never seen a doctor before so I’m not sure. Or a hospital. Movies show them all the time, and they always seem really loud with everyone yelling and weird machines beeping or screaming. Maybe Weird Doctor is a worker for a quiet hospital? Quiet hospitals seem like they would be more secret-ier, so they have to be super secret and make sure nobody tells.

“Alright, runt. I’m going to lift you and if you kick me, I will break your ankle. Behave.” 

That was the only warning I got before Weird Doctor lifted me up in the princess carry and set me down on the moving bed. I wanted to kick him but it felt like I was gonna throw up and I didn't wanna do that. I can’t even open my mouth at all, and I didn't wanna have to swallow puke. That’d be really gross and icky. I jerked when my wrists got crushed under me, and it felt like someone lit them on fire so I rolled onto my side. I took a deep breath, but it didn’t make me feel any better, and nothing made any more sense. Hopefully Weird Doctor could fix my wrists, and maybe give me some chocolate. I’m really hungry, but I can't ask for anything cuz my throat hurts, and the mask keeps my mouth clamped shut. 

Weird doctor started pushing the moving bed out of the dark room, and out into the hallway. I didn’t look very different, but there are lights which is nice. No one will trip, cuz now they can see the ground. Unless they’re distracted, like the one time Detective walked into a door while reading a case paper. He dropped like he was shot too, which was funny cuz he cussed like a sailor, whatever that means. I heard Ms. Secretary say that to someone, but I'm not sure what it means. He did cuss a lot though, and he said I shouldn’t repeat any of it to anyone who looked like a reporter.

We passed by some other rooms, but they all had the same type of door, so I couldn’t see in. I heard something whimpering in one of them, maybe a dog? That makes me sad cuz doggies are really nice and fun to play with, they shouldn’t be hurt. Maybe if I ask really nicely, Weird Doctor will help them too? We passed more doors, and I could hear yelling from some of them, which was scary. I don’t like when people yell, cuz they get really loud and mean and scary. Weird Doctor just kept pushing the moving bed along, and the yelling went away. Weird Doctor is kinda nice, but I don’t like the super-cuffs cuz they hurt my wrists more, or the mask cuz i cant open my mouth at all, or it’ll pull on my nose and make that hurt too. Maybe if I was good, Weird Doctor would get rid of them? And, and maybe if i was really super good i’d get chocolates and something to drink. My throat felt really dry and scratchy, and that was worse than it hurting cuz I can’t scratch my throat. 

Weird Doctor walked us around a corner, and suddenly there was an old elevator, like the ones in the scary movies. It looked a little different though, cuz there’s red blotches everywhere and I thought rust was orange. Maybe rust gets darker the longer it's there? The elevator jerked, and suddenly it felt like I was climbing but without actually doing anything. It was cool, but also made me feel sick again, so I ignored it and listened to the music that was playing from somewhere. IT was really nice and calming and made me feel sleepy again, but I don’t think Weird Doctor would like it if I fell asleep again. The elevator dinged, and Weird Doctor pushed the moving bed out of the doors. The walls were really bright, and they were white. I was right, this is a hospital! But it's a quiet hospital, cuz I don't hear anyone yelling, and nothing is beeping. It’s really nice. They pushed the moving bed really, really close to another bed, and lifted me onto that one instead. Why would they do that? The other bed was just fine. Probably a Quiet hospital thing. Weird Doctor undid the super-cuffs, but then they rolled me onto my back just to strap my wrists down to the bed. This is a little unnecessary, I couldn’t do anything before, so what’s the difference? They walked off, so I just laid on my back and rolled my head to watch them. Weird Doctor pulled out a tall, rolling thingie and hooked a red bag to it. 

They dragged it over to me, and shoved a needle into my arm. I huffed at the prick, but then the tube it was connected to started to fill with the red stuff. It looked really super familiar but I can’t remember. It was definitely a hospital thing though, but usually the bags are clear. Maybe I get to have a special bag cuz I'm a special boy. I’m the specialiest of boys, so that makes sense. Weird Doctor kept walking around and grabbing things and setting them on the table right next to the bed. I didn’t see that, maybe it's to hold all the chocolates and medicine things Weird Doctor is setting down. They need to make sure to leave enough room for the chocolates, though, or else I’ll have to beat them up. Chocolates are the most important-y things ever. 

I blinked slowly as Weird Doctor started filling needles with something, but it’s getting hard to stay awake cuz it's warm. The heat made me tired, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Hopefully Weird Doctor wouldn’t be mad at me, but they also never said anything about not falling asleep, I think. They’ve been nice so far though, cuz they haven’t yelled at me at all. Still don’t like the mask thing, so he’s not the nicest but he’s nice enough. I rolled my head over t o look at the ceiling. It was a pretty grey color, and I stared at it while falling asleep. Blue would be prettier though, I think.