The fact that The Doctor was trying to calm down by saying something so related to Missy is KILLING ME. Please, Thoschei, come back, your mentally ill fans who can’t stop thinking about you miss you
“stay still, or else your eyeliner is going to be all messy.”
“it’s not my fault that the brush is ticklish.”
“and yet this is the same brush you use when you do your eyeliner by yourself?”
you didn’t expect dan heng to ask you to do his eyeliner. not when he’s perfectly fine and used to doing it all by himself. yet here you two are now, with his face on one hand and his eyeliner on the other.
gently dragging the brush towards his lower eyelid, dan heng tries to stay still. but how? how can he stay still when you are this close to him? he can feel your hand slightly trembling; however, that was the least of his concerns.
“it’s done. i think i did pretty well, but you should check it nonetheless.”
dan heng didn’t expect the moment to be over so soon. but he should be glad, right? at least now he doesn’t have to be all nervous due to your close proximity. he grabs the mirror that you gave him, checking out how you did his eyeliner. it was like how he did it, so he doesn’t really know what to say.
“thank you,” he says with a cough, attempting to get rid of the awkward silence that took over.
“it was nothing. but how come you asked me for help? i’m pretty sure you know how to do your own eyeliner.”
“well, do you think i would really trust march with this?”
a laugh erupts from you at his response. “hey, don’t be too harsh on her. i think she would do your eyeliner pretty fine.”
dan heng smiles.
maybe he should let you do his eyeliner more often.
um ok so basically i read htbad by @/prettyboykatsuki obsessively and also another fic i cannot remember who exactly wrote rn but here is this bc uhm yeah 🛌 cw: pet play…gojo’s weird asf but what’s new (definitely not projecting) also boot riding 😔 degrading but like a little
“Such a good girl for me. Is that what you’re waiting to hear?” Satoru sneers down at you— knees on the ground, sitting straddling one of his boots as you grind on it, whining as you nod at him with wide eyes.
Gojo’s cold glare melts into an amused smirk. Pathetic, he thinks. Truthfully, his eyes are about to roll into the back of his skull from how needy you look, how desperate. He could say whatever he wanted to you right now and you’d only ask for his cock. Satoru plays with an idea as if it were a marble in his mind.
“Like a dog,” he says darkly, meant to be teasing, but just saying the words steal a bit of air from his lungs. You can’t help but whine again, grinding your hips harder against him to get some more friction. You should be ashamed, but the tension makes it hard to focus on anything other than pleasure as you rub against the laces of his shoe.
Gojo likes you like this, he thinks. Throwing yourself all over him, grinding on him like you just can't help yourself. “You need better manners, though,” he sighs, pulling you up and placing you in his lap. Pulls your underwear to the side and sits you right on his half-hard dick.