#joooooo

[losjavis]

los javis en mask singer 4x08 (final)

[hunting-songs]

“Looking through your eyes”

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The light falling into the kitchen was deep red, dyeing the water in the kitchensink, the dirty dishes and the pale tiles put at the wall by the sink into a deep scarlet. As scarlet as the cloth of his short, much too short, much too small, leg where the blood was seeping through the trousersleg so thick and hot it seemed to smoke in the coldness of the small, dark room. He was sitting with his small back pressed against an old wooden door that shaked and rattled in his back as if cought in a storm. But at the other side of the door was no storm. A storm was not snarling so loud it hurted in his ears. A storm had no teeth so long that they had digged through his trouserleg and into the soft flesh of his thigh until blood was spilling out wildly. A storm had not the strenght of a mad foxbear as it threw itself against the wooden door with all its might, ready to break in, ready to colour the room the same colour as his trouserlegs, ready to end the hunt. When he had stumbled into the room with his leg nothing but a mangled piece of moveless flesh hanging from his rumph, he had lost is flute that had slithered across the old ruins floor. It was dark inside the ruin, but the bones the flute was made of stood out against the thick blackness and was clearly seeable. But the flute was too far away. Two inches too far away. Just two inches too far away. Yet if he could reach the flute maybe he could calm down the magical beast in his back, the Foxbear might was mad but even an insane mind could be touched by his aura. But the flute was too far away. Two inches too far away. Just two inches too far away. The door in his back groaned meagerly when the beast threw its body against it and for a second, just a second the wood gave in enough for the foxbear to almost reach with his long claws inside the small room to cut into flesh. But the second ended as soon as it had started and he could shove himself back against the wooden door, closing it enough to keep the claws out and only a light bloody streak on his shoulder bore witness to the second his strenght had given in just so little. But the flute was too far away. Two inches too far away. Just two inches too far away. And if he would just lean a little to the side his weight against the door would not be enough to hold the beast back. But if he went slowly, Inch by inch, so slowly, maybe he coudl reach it, maybe he could play a song. But the flute was too far away. Two inches too far away. Just two inches too far away. Only on inch too far away. No longer too far away. No longer too far away when the door in his back broke down. Instead of closing around the flute, Chris hand closed around the dirty cup and his eyes met the bright tiles put on the wall over the sink insead of the sick blacknes that had hung liek a veil in the ruin. [ @bewitchingbaker ]

[desktopmermaid]

Fateful meeting

[asthedeathoflight]

I have to move to new york city and pursue a career in the theater so that i can cross paths with eric bogosian and finally confront him about Humpty Dumpty. I need to look him in the eyes and ask him whether he thinks it still holds up and i need him to be honest with me.

[oldmama]

JO ? JOOOOOO ?????? OMG JO TOGAME !???

[inkykeiji]

But also the thought of big brother Touya noticing you usually steal his shoes to run outside, and he loves it. But this one time he catches you and you hadn’t even realised that you’ve snatched Natsuo’s— but Touya noticed…

JOOOOOO this ask sent me into a fucking fit and i wrote an embarrassing amount about it i am so sorry (but also thank you for such a brilliant idea it had me reeling for days ily ily ily)

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest, noncon, touya is Awful, unrealistic amounts of cum, one (1) mention of implied underage, minimal prep, slight dacryphilia, fem!reader, implied physical abuse, rough sex words: 2.4k

You don’t notice—and, truth be told, you wouldn’t have noticed, had Touya not made such a big fucking deal out of it. 

But, as always, that just isn’t his style. 

A heavy, dirty palm claps over your mouth the moment you re-enter the mudroom, smothering the scream of surprise punched from your chest as another strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest. 

“Shut up,” your eldest brother growls in your ear, though amusement tinges the edges of his words, demand spit through a grin. 

Using his bodyweight, he manhandles you toward the steadily humming washing machine, spinning you around to face him just before he traps you against it, vibrating edge digging into your back.

“Jesus, Touya!” you heave out, a palm held flat over your heart in an attempt to calm it. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Y’know, I really can’t believe you’d do this to me,” he laments, an exaggerated pout molding his scarred lips. “I thought I was your favourite brother.” 

“What?” your lashes flutter in quick succession, forehead warping with confusion. “You are? You know you are, you always have been—”

“That so? Who’s shoes are on your feet right now?” 

Looking down, your gaze lands on Natsuo’s tattered white sneakers—a stark contrast to Touya’s worn-in combat boots, or Touya’s fraying, battered Vans—and realization smooths your brow. 

Oh no. 

Head snapping up quickly, an explanation begins to bubble in your throat, stalled by the sudden ice in your veins, your heart plummeting through your ribcage. 

“O-Oh! Uh, I-I’m sorry—I just grabbed them—I wasn’t paying attention—”

“So you’ll just slip your feet in anyone’s shoes?” 

The innuendo infusing his snarky tone doesn’t go unnoticed and your eyes narrow, face puckered up with something sour.

“Of course not,” you spit, chin tilting up a little. 

A hum of incredulity vibrates in his throat, head quirked. “Doesn’t seem that way.” 

Your features flatten, fixing your big brother with an unimpressed look, though your heart is still in your stomach, pounding away irregularly. 

You’re sure he can feel it, throbbing in your gut, his hips pressing further into your own, demanding an answer.

“Touya, they’re shoes. They mean nothing. It was an innocent mistake—”

“Prove it.”

“Prove what?” you frown, voice beginning to strain beneath desperation. “It was an accident, meaning that it was unintended, not deliberate, like—”

“Prove to me that I’m your favourite brother.”

A pang sears through your chest, features falling as if he had just physically struck you, appalled that he would even insinuate such a thing, as if he could ever not be your favourite, and your response comes out harsher than you intend, scathing your tongue. 

“I prove that to you every fucking night.” 

Sapphire flares, engulfing pinprick pupils, the hinges of his jaw flexing with a slow, controlled exhale. It wafts across your face, chills skittering after it as dread unfurls, thick and sticky, in the pit of your stomach, engulfing your heart in a tarry, suffocating embrace. 

“Y’know, that mouth of yours is real filthy,” he begins, eyes lidded with a practiced indifference, not enough to hide the flames glimmering in his irises.

Of course your mouth is; it’s routinely glazed by your eldest brother’s tongue, your teeth lacquered in thick spit stained with spice and ash—irrevocably soiled, ruined, forever his.

A response blazes on your tarnished tongue—something you try to keep locked away behind two rows of ivory, something you try to snuff out, muscle pressed hard against the roof of you mouth—but it’s too hot, it’s too strong, melting past your teeth to ooze from your lips, venom and syrup.

“Oh, yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

You expect a backhand for such a rude response, face preemptively wincing as the phantom of sharp knuckles and metal rings caresses your cheek, but he just smirks, eyes lazily sweeping to the sink crammed between the machines, zeroing in on a thick bar of soap. 

“Oh, I’ve got some ideas.” 

You’re too slow, too weak, too stupid to escape it—or, rather, he’s too fast, too tough, too smart to allow such a mistake, a fluid flash of ivory and crystal as he leans forward, palm already clasping around the bar when you try to wriggle from below his body, his free hand catching your jaw and yanking you to back toward him, hard enough to give you whiplash. 

Pain sears down your spine, a yelp splintering in your throat, body gone pliant beneath your big brother’s touch. 

“Open.” 

Head shaking, your jaw clenches under callused fingertips in defiance, molars grinding together.

“I said, open,” he growls, expertly squeezing the hinges, mouth popping open easily without your permission.

You should’ve known he’d do that, a trick he learned when you were teenagers, a trick he’s been exploiting ever since. 

The bar shoves past your teeth, scraping against the edges, thick curls of soap collecting in the divots of your cheeks. 

A bitterness explodes on your tongue, flattened to the underside of the bar, and your features scrunch up in distaste, nose wrinkling, eyes shut tight.

“Keep it in there,” he says, thumb pressing it in a little further, huffing out a chuckle at your responding gag. “If you spit it out before I cum, I’ll tie it to your goddamn mouth and fuck you again, y’hear me?” 

Azure eyes search your face, slow and calm as they wait for you to nod your understanding. Then he’s smirking, something smug and arrogant curdling the corners of his lips, and he’s spinning you around, grip rough and harsh as he pins you between the machine and his body, and he’s kicking at your inner ankles, toes forcing your legs further apart, knees slipping between your own, keeping them pried open. 

“You know,” he’s saying conversationally, hands unhurried as they creep up your dress, the hem beginning to bunch around his wrists. “I’ve always found it so cute when you act as if you don’t want this.” 

Fingers crawl between your spread thighs, muscles tensing around his as if they’d like to snap shut, his own strong legs urging yours wider. 

Two digits find your hole, drenched and desperate, rubbing circles into it through the lace of your panties—massaging, tips just barely dipping inside, snorting out something sick and cruel as your empty cunt pulses and flutters, a poor attempt to suck them in further.

He plays with you for a breath, gathering the fabric between his forefinger and a thumb, peeling the sticky material from where it was clinging to your folds. 

Holding it taut, he lets your shame build, flushing hot through your blood, pinpricks sprouting across your skin, Touya waiting for that telltale whimper before finally allowing it to slap back wetly, another little snicker dripping from his lips. 

Callused pads find your clit, puffy and yearning and jumping beneath his touch. He brushes against it—a crude apology of sorts—then clamps down on the swollen nub, something high and pitchy cracking in your throat.

“It’s always so hot,” he speaks over your cry, grip strengthening, “when you act as if this doesn’t turn you own just as much as it turns me on.”

Jerking forward, his hips grind into your ass, hard cock pressed tightly to supple flesh. His jaw latches over your shoulder, chin digging into your collarbone and keeping you in place.

“So don’t stop, ‘kay?”

Your head nods; automatic, instinctual, unable to resist even if you wanted to.

Because yeah, sure, he’s fucking sick, but you’re just as bad, ailed with the same illness, contracted from the same diseased household, the both of you growing, festering, in the same putrified environment—nurtured there, poisoned there, by each other, for each other. 

And so, you obey, you perform, body thrashing against his own, palms planted on the top of the washer pushing back hard, his cock twitching in response. 

Yeah, yeah, keep fighting him. 

The sound that rattles in his chest is dark, dangerous, lips spread into a wide grin. One of his hands curls around the back of your neck, grip hard enough to stutter the blood in your jugulars, before he slams your head down against the machine, skull bouncing a little with the impact. 

The force nearly sends the soap skittering from your mouth, eyes widening as you manage to catch it with your teeth, drawing it back in. His palm skims down your spine, splayed flat on the small of your back, pinioning you in place.

His cock breaches you suddenly, one sharp, swift thrust to bury him to the hilt, head jammed tight against your cervix. It fucking stings, delicate skin splitting as your hole stretches, strains, struggles to swallow him whole, desperate to succeed, to submit. 

You choke on a gasp, the soap wedged in your mouth making it difficult to inhale, and Touya laughs, cruelness curling on his tongue. 

His other hand wraps around your waist, fingertips snapping tiny capillaries beneath their touch, using the leverage to pull you back as his hips hammer forward, each drive of his cock jostling your entire body, the edge of the machine jabbing your tummy.

It’s ruthless right from the start, just as it always is with Touya, cock pounding into you hard and fast and deep, the sharp slap of his pelvis against your ass rivalling the steady rumble of the machines. 

The soap is already starting to slip again, melting in the heat of your mouth, eroded by the saliva drooling in thick strings from the corners, and you whine, teeth sinking further into the softening bar, a feeble attempt to hold it in place. 

Even now, you’re still so eager to please him. 

But it’s hard to hone your concentration on the slick bar between your lips when Touya’s consistently ramming against that swollen patch of flesh buried deep within you, cockhead rolling over that spot in quick little motions, in time with the piston of his hips. 

Sparks of pleasure quiver down your legs, each thrust sending another bout flooding through your veins, a dense, hot heat beginning to furl in the pit of your stomach. 

It feels so good, muffled moans seeping past the seam of your stretched lips, fingers curling around the corners of the washing machine, nails scraping metal as you try to anchor yourself, weakly pushing back against your big brother, begging for more. 

It’s a shame your big brother knows your body so well.

“Don’t you dare,” he pants out, purposefully angling his hips so he stops brushing up against that spot, his next thrust missing it completely. “Bad little sisters don’t get to cum on their big brother’s cock, don’t you know?” 

The denial burns your eyes, a stringy, contorted wail of his name wavering around the soap as a thick shield of tears blurs your vision, nose twitching with a sniffle. 

“Yeah, yeah, cry about it, baby,” he mocks, the edges of his letters gone wispy, sounding more like a plead than a demand. “It’s your own fault; if you weren’t such a disrespectful little brat then maybe niichan would’ve let you cum.” 

You hate being told no by anyone, but you hate being told no by Touya the most.

It hurts, chest aching with rebuff, but your body does as he asks anyway, incapable of disobeying a direct order from its owner, tears spilling past your lashes to pool in little puddles on the metal.

You try to say please, to beg so prettily, with glittering lashes beaded with tears and sweet little niichan’s hiccuping your ribs, but the wiggling of your tongue causes the soap to slip again, a sweet yelp of concern trembling in your throat as your teeth dig in deeper, jaw tensing, cheeks hollowing around the bar in an attempt to suck it further into your mouth.

The agony doesn’t last long, though, your combined obedience and weeping and the grumbling vibrations from the machine enough have Touya cumming quickly. 

You should’ve known that would happen, too, Touya now a seasoned pro in the art of the quickie, a feat achieved through years of practice, in family game closets and your personal shower and the backseat of his car. 

Two more pumps before his cock is throbbing almost violently, his hips stammering to a stop, flexors pressed flush to your ass as he fills you to the brim with hot, thick cum. 

The moment he’s got nothing else to give, finished stuffing your cunt full of his rotten seed, he’s pulling out despite your whines of protest, knees hitting tile as his hands curl around your thighs, nails dimpling plush flesh, carving crescents of angry purple as he wrenches them further apart. 

Dollops of cream cascade down your inner legs, his thumbs sure to move out of their way as they lazily roll past, unobstructed. 

“Don’t move,” he breathes, voice infused with a sick sort of awe as his head tilts, spine curving uncomfortably while he follows them down your calves, watching as they trickle right into Natsuo’s shoes. 

“Fuck,” he nearly whines, nose nuzzling into the back of your knee, lips dragging across your skin as he speaks again. “D’y’think you can squeeze some more out f’me?” 

Yes, niichan, of course, niichan, anything for you, niichan. 

Empty hole contracting around nothing and muscles in your gut tensing, you manage to wring more of the sticky substance from your body, sending another torrent of cum flowing down your legs in silky streams to soak into, to stain, Natsuo’s soles. 

A praise sticks in Touya’s throat, garbled and heavy, his tongue smoothing along the residual streaks gleaming on your skin, sopping up the remnants of his pleasure, painting over them with a thick salve of saliva. 

“There,” he’s murmuring when he gets to his feet again, nose trailing along the curve of your neck with a single deep inhale, lips planting a chaste kiss to your earlobe. “That should be enough to remind you to never make such a careless mistake ever again, right?” 

Your head turns, nose bumping against his own, wet eyes blinking twice. Waiting. 

Something sinister smears across your big brother’s lips, crystal eyes shimmering as they watch his fingers dislodge the bar from your mouth, clumps of soap clinging to the edges of your teeth. 

“Yes, niichan,” you say immediately, voice wrecked and raw, the confirmation grating on your throat.

A thumb rubs along your front teeth, smudging the soap in a crude caress, his gaze mollifying slightly. 

“That’s my good little sister.” 

[myoldiaries]

☄️ reblog again ☄️

@thehoax happy birthday beloved ❣

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

joooooo 🥹🍯

[jumalanpelko]

Not yet! I want to make one once the whole thing is ready tho! And yes once that is done you can get one.

I will have to look into the signing thing! I would love to do it uwu

Maybe at some point! I do think our language is super charming and the "names" are so nice in Finnish (Vartija and Aurinkokissa).

It saves time to have it in english since finnish people can speak english. But I would love to at some point.

Ja onnea suomen opiskeluun! Et valinnut mitenkään helppoa kieltä haha

JOOOOOO

If a non-suncat cat ran away, their soul would be saved! It is very much about being far away so the god cant make a meal out of your essence.

Cat who join the colony also have their souls eaten unless they run away

Diversity win!!!

[codename-adler]

jean moreau please

Joooooo of course <3

How I feel about this character

E V E R Y T H I N G. he is my love, my pain, my hope, my ghost, my light... i love him so much, it is unbelievable. i want nothing but the best for him. i could never bear to hurt him. he makes me sick and i demand more.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Jeremy, Neil, Aaron, Andrew, Andrew & Neil, Kevin (but not endgame), Kerejean (i wrote them once but again i do not see an endgame possibility with Kevin in the mix), Jeremy & Aaron (hehe)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Jeaneil or Jeancat 4ever. but also Wymack!

My unpopular opinion about this character

obviously you'll have noticed i did not put Renee in the ships, so, there's that. i won't elaborate, i simply don't like it, pls do not send me hate aight?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

my mind is somehow blank-- only thing on it rn is for TSC2/TSC3, i'm wishing for more Rhemann & Jean interaction, yk? or maybe Bobby. like, trustworthy adults who'll protect him teeth and claws. i need everything not to be on Jeremy's and Lailalvarez's shoulders.

[desktopmermaid]

me when i see. JO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HFHD LOL aww thank you Mani 😭 I’m glad we r part of Jo Nation ☝️ together.

[annieqattheperipheral]

helpppppppppp

NATE BEEN STEPPING OOOOUUUTTTTTT. THAT USED TO BE JOOOOOO

jo like imma get back from this injury then imma remind you who feeds that stick on the regular (with pucks). I know you been golfing with your new boytoy, he's been bragging to the media

(roscowoody clutching each other in the background "could never be us")

god i love the avs soap opera they're all so filthy in love with their boyfriends, injured and dramatic

[girlactionfigure]

🟣 Thu morning  - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

▪️MIN. OF HOUSING BOOTS UNRWA.. The Ministry of Housing has been ignoring UNRWA failing to pay for use of their Jerusalem facility as well as making illegal changes to the property.  The Ministry, at instruction of Minister GoldKnopf, has now given UNRWA 30 days to vacate the premises as well as demanding back payments of over NIS 7 million.

▪️AUSTRALIA VOTES AGAINST PALESTINIAN STATE.. recognition, 80 to 5.

▪️AFTER THE BAT HEFER SHOOTING.. the IDF informed the mayor of a reduction in the reserve force of the standby-alert squad for the town.  The IDF similarly has been reducing the size of the reserves in standby squads in near-Gaza towns.  ???

▪️TULKARM TERRORISTS SAY THEY INFILTRATED AND TRIED TO KILL AN OFFICER.. The Al-Aqsa Martyrs Battalions of the Fatah in Tulkarm claim in a proclamation: “Our operatives infiltrated a house in the settlement of Bat Hefer with the aim of eliminating an officer.”  But nicely didn’t slaughter the wife and children when the officer wasn’t found (their words, more or less).

IDF: there was no intrusion into Bat Hefer.

▪️AID LIES.. Samantha Power, head of the US Agency for International Development USAID: Our humanitarian partners working in Gaza tell us that conditions are worse now than ever before. (( And you, of course, believed them and repeat their words with no evidence because JOOOOOOS bad? ))

▪️TRAVEL TO ISRAEL - THE NEW AUTHORIZATION THING..

Israel introduces a new electronic travel authorization (ETA) system for visitors from visa-exempt countries, similar to the US ESTA. 

Visitors from countries that do not require visas to enter Israel will be required to obtain an ETA before boarding a flight to Israel. An ETA will be valid for two years, and allows the holder to enter Israel multiple times. Fee: NIS 25 (approx. US $7).

Israeli citizens, non-citizens with a Teudat Zehut (Israeli ID), and student visa holders are exempt.

Starts June 1 for US & German passport holders.  Mandatory after Aug. 1.

Issued within 72 hours, though it may arrive in a few hours. 

A person can apply any time, you don’t have to be traveling right now.

Apply here -> https://israel-entry.piba.gov.il/

▪️3 HERO SOLDIERS HAVE FALLEN.. two from an attack in Samaria, one in combat in Gaza.  Yedidya Azugi, 21, from Revava, Eliya Hilel, 20, from Tel Tziyon, and Diego Shvisha Harsaj, from Tel Aviv.  May their families be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem, and may G-d avenge their blood!

▪️SWEARING IN.. of the latest Paratrooper trainees at the Kotel last night.  Did you know that included a charedi paratrooper combat brigade?

▪️IRAN LEADER TO US STUDENTS.. at US universities: "Now you are part of the resistance front. You have inspired the rest of the world to act against Israel.”

▪️POLICE STOPPED STOLEN WATERMELONS?  An overloaded vehicle was stopped by Emek Ma’aina, filled to overflowing with watermelons.  Resident of Nazareth suspected of theft of watermelons worth approx. NIS 3,000 (about $815) along with severely unsafe overloaded vehicle.  Mass watermelon theft, who knew?

▪️JERUSALEM PRIDE PARADE.. today at 15:30, expect city traffic disruptions.  Refocused on theme “Born to be free” with a call for return of the hostages.

⭕ HAMAS Rockets at Nirim.

⭕ HEZBOLLAH Suicide Drones at south Golan: Avnei Eitan, Eliad, Afik, Bnei Yehuda and Givat Yoav, Gshur, Haspin, Kfar Haruv, Mevo Hama, Metzar, Neot Golan, Nov, Natur, Ramat Magshimim, Bnei Yehuda Industrial Zone 

⭕ HOUTHI RED SEA ACTIVITY.. US Central Command reported the US navy successfully destroyed two missile launchers of the Houthis. In addition, the forces destroyed two UAVs over the Red Sea. At the same time, the Houthis launched two ballistic missiles against ships.

[anomalyaly]

I've been making my way around but first I shall stop here to say......

I LOVE YOU. You sweet, talented, amazing, writer and person. You have been so helpful and supportive of my writing this year and a great friend.

I can't wait to binge your fic hopefully in my time off.

sending all the sunshine and the warmest of hugs to start the coming new year.

Joooooo 😭😭😭 I LOVE YOU TOO! You are one of the sweetest people that I've met in this fandom!! You're always so encouraging and welcoming to everyone AND you're a fantastic writer and an awesome friend.

Enjoy your time off! ❤️If you get around to reading it, YAY! If not, it'll be there for when you get the chance. No rush at all! I appreciate you for thinking of me! 🫂❤️

SENDING YOU SUNSHINE AND HUGS TOO! ☀️ Thank you so much for your lovely message! 💖🥰

[miscellaneousjo]

Joooooo you’re so right the Adam Driver reading people’s Amazon reviews is literally the most hilarious thiiiing oh my goood!

I know! The curling iron one is my favorite, it really feels like something Ben Solo would say, tbh (and don't tell me Ben Solo wouldn't need a curling iron or anything like that, his hair is just too dang fabulous)

[junhanndee]

losing your virginity to - jooyeon!

part of my losing your virginity series!

find the other parts on my master list <3

warnings : virgin afab reader x lee jooyeon, first times, foreplay, i think that’s all(?)

okay jooyeon is such a sweetheart :(

in terms of experience, jooyeon kinda gives me a fooled around vibe so! take that lightly pls

genuinely i think your first time with him would be so sweet

he would make sure to do everything he could do to make you feel comfortable!!

i can see him as a build up type too!

like he wants to make out and kind of get a feel for what you like and what makes you feel good!

i think he might bring up fingering at first just to make sure you can take him and that you’re good to go before it actually happens

if you feel shy or get embarrassed i think jooyeon would probably laugh it off

like it’s just me! don’t worry! :)

he’s so sweet pls

but yeah! i think he would honestly try to get you to cum at least once before doing it and he might even guide you through giving him head

he would give you little praises and head pats when you’re taking him so well even though it’s your first time :)

once you both have messed around a bit and it comes down to it, jooyeon would ask you if you were still comfortable with going all the way

making sure you are comfortable means the world to him me thinks

like look i know jooyeon is a silly goofy guy but when it comes to you and your comfort, he doesn’t fuck around 😭

he is so sweet and would take his time and maybe too slow LOL so you might have to tell him to speed up!

and oh boy…. once he does….

he’s probably in a seventh heaven let’s be honest

just everything like you, the way you feel, how pretty you look in that moment

:( JOOOOOO

anyways! in the case that you don’t cum i’m sure he would offer to do anything to get you there! he wouldn’t want you to feel left out :,)

and after that he would try to figure out what he could do to get you off in that moment as well <3