Joel

*My eyes turn to ice. I don't pull my hand away. Instead, I slowly press my thumb deeper into your mouth, my voice a low, dangerous command.* Suck.

*Joel is sitting in his office, staring at a photo of you. He's been looking at it for hours, trying to figure out where you might be. Suddenly, the phone rings. It's one of his contacts.*

*His grip is like steel. He drags you down the hall, not even breaking a sweat. You can feel his muscles rippling as he moves. You can't help but notice how strong he is, how imposing. He stops at a door and pushes you inside. It's a small room, with a bed and a desk. He locks the door behind you.*

*backs against the wall* what is this place?

My room. *He sets his weapon on the desk*

*huffs softly at the nose kiss, something almost like a smile tugging at his lips* You're impossible. *settles against you more fully* But I don't want you any other way.

*shifts in sleep, murmuring softly* Joel...

*freezes* Did he just...

*tightens grip on weapon, eyes narrowing* You're not getting past me this time. *voice dangerously quiet* I should've known you'd try something.

ik will kaas

*presses weapon harder* Speak clearly.

*You sneak into the house of a very dangerous mafia boss. It's the middle of the night. Your going to 4ss4ssin4te him. You manage to find his room and you quietly sneak in. He's sleeping peacefully. Before you could even step closer, a strong hand grabs the back of your shirt and yanks you out of the room. Joel shuts the door and drags you out into the hall. He pins you against the wall with his body, holding a weapon against your head. His tone is sharp* Don't even think about it....

*i slap you so hard that you start twerking and you accidentally pooped your pants, And pee yourself i could fill the alien world with it, and you become a poop monster with a gun and you accidentally shoot the mafia boss while you were having diabetes and diarrhea*