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[deborahmessingsfingers]

hi love i’m kind of worried about you, i do hope you’ve been okay and safe :(

WHY DIDNT I SEE THIS EARLIER, my beloved anon how ive missed you so 💗 there’s no need to worry darling, i’m more than okay, i’m just kind of in a hyperfixation tornado right now which is why this blog hasnt been active at the moment. rest assured, this DEFINITELY isnt the last of me

i hope you’re doing well angel 🥺

[deborahmessingsfingers]

office hours

pairings: bo burnham x female reader

word count: 5330

tags: consensual sex, teacher x student, oral sex (m receiving & f receiving), vaginal fingering, sexual intercourse, rough sexual intercourse, degradation, choking, spanking

(NOTE: The ages of the characters in this fic are not stated so I would like to clear things up before everyone comes for my throat. In my head, the reader is 21 in her last year of university, and Bo is 27 but looks similar to Emmys Bo. Just wanted to make things clear bc I know how controversial this au is!)

The fluorescent lights emanating from the ceiling above you made your eyes cramp up just enough for you to dig your knuckles into your eyelids, hoping to wake yourself up enough to pay attention to the lecture that was about to start.

A cast of fatigue washed over your entire body as you lifted your arms above your head to try and stretch, a long tired sigh sounding from the back of your throat. It was 8 in the morning, you were at your first film class of the new school year and even after three years of this process, you still could never learn that 8 am classes were not your friend.

You hoped that it would be easy though, at least easy enough to maintain your GPA and get your degree by the end of the term. Your friend slumps into the seat next to you and looks just as rough as you assumed you looked, that tired expression washed over her face as she pulls out her laptop. You exchanged your hellos and made some small talk about what you both did over the break.

About 10 minutes pass before you glance down at your phone, eyebrows furrowing at the time.

“Where’s the professor? Class was supposed to start like 15 minutes ago.” you questioned your friend, who replies with a shrug “He’s new. I wouldn’t be surprised if he got lost around the hellscape of a campus,”.

You snickered a bit at her comment when you heard the sudden sound of the metal lecture hall door opening, instantly interrupting your conversation.

“Sorry for the delay, everyone. My car wouldn’t start this morning, so if you can’t tell it’s already been a super fun day for me.” a punctual and almost nasally voice spoke as a very tall male figure entered the room. “That’s him...” your friend whispered,

”Professor Burnham”

There was almost a smirk on her lips as she leaned back in her seat.

As your gaze rested on your professor, you swore you felt your jaw fall slack at his appearance.

He was well over 6 feet, dressed in perfectly tailored navy slacks, a cream dress shirt, and a navy tie. His dark blonde hair was shaggy and curly, matched with a short beard that was trimmed almost perfectly to accompany the length of his hair.

He glanced around the classroom with a soft smile on his face, and you swore his gaze lingered on you for a millisecond longer than the rest of your peers, but that was probably just your ego talking.

He was hot. Like, really hot, and for the rest of the class, you couldn’t help but keep a lingering gaze on him as he spoke about the syllabus and course material. His words blurred together in your mind as you studied him.

The way he took his bottom lip in between his teeth as he was thinking, the way his arms and chest flexed as he leaned back on his desk, his near-perfect teeth, and the way he ran a hand through his hair as he listened, almost as if that helped him be less nervous around all of these eyeballs gazing upon him.

You glance over at your friend who was in her own universe checking texts and scrolling through Instagram and raised your head to look back at your professor, who in that short period where you weren’t paying attention, wandered very close to where you were sat. You let out a small and quiet gasp and straightened your back at his presence. You saw his lips tug up into a quick smirk as continued addressing the class. He shot small glances your way as he spoke, hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks.

“One more thing before I let you all leave for the day,” he said, slowly strolling away from you. “I need a TA. I know I might seem a bit intimidating…” he says jokingly, gesturing to his lanky figure, causing a few laughs to erupt from the back of the class

“...but I promise it’s a hell of a good look on a resume, and judging by the lengths that a few of you are paying attention,” he glances back over your way, but towards your friend this time who probably hadn’t looked up the entire class period “...you’re probably going to need it. The signup sheet is next to the door if you’re interested. Class dismissed”

Your lips formed into a small smile. TA. You were never the type to be the teacher's pet, but judging on the energy between the two of you, you wondered if you got the gig if things would go further between you two.

A quiet laugh rumbled in the back of your throat at the thought. You never had the inclination to fuck a superior, especially if something as important as your degree is at risk, but something about him just made your head spin. You absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, lost in thought until you blinked and realize that the only two people left in the room were you and him.

And then you realized he was staring daggers at you.

You shook your head a bit to fully come back to reality and sheepishly smiled at the man as you stood up and gathered your things. He was leaned back in his chair, legs spread, practically begging for you to straddle his hips and make him have his way with you.

You bit the inside of your cheek to try and calm your thoughts until a low voice cut the deafening silence of the classroom.

“Are you gonna sign up?”

He says, fiddling with a rubber band that was previously around his wrist. You stopped in your tracks and looked back up at him “F-For what, Professor Burnham?”

You cringed at the instinctual nervous stutter and lifted the strap of your tote bag on your shoulder.

“Wow. For as much as your eyes were glued on me today I thought you were paying more attention,” he says with a smirk.

You can’t help but feel like a deer in headlights as he stands up, tossing the rubber band on his desk, and slowly walking towards you.

“O-Oh… the TA thing. I mean, yeah it sounds like a good opportunity but… I don't know... I have a pretty packed schedule outside of class,”

You reach up to scratch the back of your neck. Your entire body felt like it was on the brink of collapsing. Something about his presence made you feel almost powerless but in the best way possible. He makes his way to you, stopping his movement no more than a foot from you, and it was at this moment that you noticed the astounding height difference between you two.

You let your arms drop to your side as your breath catches in your throat. His voice gets quiet, barely over a whisper as he speaks “I’ll make it worth your time. I can see something special in you,”

You catch his gaze, causing your knees to feel like pure jelly as you stood there, practically speechless. All you could do was nod, swallowing hard as you turned on your heel to leave.

He reaches forward and catches your wrist in his large calloused hand “Oh, and one more thing?” you whipped your head around to face him again

“Yes, sir?” a small laugh emanated from him and he took a second to look you up and down before continuing

“Call me Robert.”

You smiled softly and gave him a nod as he released his gentle grasp on your wrist. You made your way to the door but made sure to stop at the signup sheet before exiting the room.

That night, with your hand between your legs, all you could think about was him.

His gaze, the head-spinning scent of his aftershave, his hair, and the grip he had on your wrist, although gentle, still burned into your skin. You craved his touch again, but everywhere. As you reached your high, all you could think about was those large calloused hands on your thighs, his head buried where your hand currently was.

You couldn't help but whisper his name.

Robert

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“Don't be shy. Have a seat.”

About a month has passed since your first class with Professor Burnham. Things had been, calm. Calmer than you’d hoped. Especially from the almost suffocating tension between you and him.

The burning hot gazes he would give you, the almost standoffish way he would stretch, maybe giving you a peek of his happy trail, or the times you would dawdle off from his classroom wearing clothes that were a bit too short or a bit too tight.

You could feel those piercing blue eyes practically undressing you as you rounded the corner out of his vision.

Now you were in his office, and as you glanced at the clock that read 7:30 pm, you realized was way too far past his office hours to even be considered a scholarly discussion between teacher and student.

As you sat down in the overly uncomfortable wooden chair placed adjacent to his large mahogany desk, you could’ve sworn you heard the door lock as he walked from it, slowly retreating to his office chair, standing behind it.

“Do you want to know why you’re here today?” he says, leaning against the back of his chair as he looks you up and down. You give him a soft smile, feeling quite cocky this evening, you responded.

“I mean, I could guess a few ways the next thirty minutes are about to go down, but I’d rather you tell me first.” you cross your legs innocently as you lay back against the wooden chair.

He lets out a dark chuckle as he rubbed the sides of his face. “Well, I wanted to personally bring you in to congratulate you on the new TA job.” He slides around his chair to finally sit, reaching for a thin stack of paperwork, tossing it in front of you with a mild slap.

“Just fill these out by next class and you're all set.”

“So you took me out of my day, brought me all the way over here, just for this?” You pick up the stack of papers with a slight smirk and stood up, slightly disappointed,

“Thank you. Have a good night, Professor” you’re about to turn to leave until he spoke

“You’re a very smart girl, you know that?”

You froze in your tracks. He had a keen way of making you do that. You slowly turned back around to face him, adjusting your skirt and clearing your throat. You bite your lip a bit as you let him rake in your appearance.

“What makes you say that, Robert.” Your voice was barely over a whisper as he stood, walking over to where you were cemented in place. ”Because you can see right through me,”

He reaches out and brushes a piece of hair out of your face. “I’ve seen how your eyes just glue to me whenever I walk in the room. The way I just drive you crazy”

At this point his face was mere inches from you, having to lean down due to your insane height difference.

Your breath catches in your throat. You were speechless. Mere seconds away from dropping to your knees and giving up your body to this insanely irresistible man.

He leans down, lips millimeters from your own “Can I kiss you?” he whispers, moving his hand from near your face to the curve of your hip.

You didn’t even answer. You couldn’t even move. Every emotion and voice in your head was screaming at you to pull away but the only thing you could manage to do at that moment was lean in and connect the almost painful distance between your lips and his.

The next minute and a half were all a blur. Before you knew it, all of the knick-knacks and paperwork that once laid on that piece of mahogany were crashing to the linoleum floor in a symphony of crashes and clangs.

You couldn't focus too much on that, though. Not as his hands were skillfully undoing the buttons on your blouse and lifting your skirt just high enough for him to tell you weren’t wearing any panties. This caused him to let out a small chuckle.

“Predicting this?” he mumbled, undoing the final button on your blouse, your bare tits bouncing free after your restraints were released. “Oh.. and no bra too? You were really hoping for this weren’t you?”

He immediately reaches forward to squeeze your tits, calloused fingers caressing and rubbing against your nipples in an almost perfect rhythm

“S-Sir… to be perfectly honest…” your words were cut off with a moan you couldn’t hold back “T-To be perfectly honest, after the first class, I stopped wearing them. J-Just in case.”

His lips connect with yours as his fingers continue to fondle your breasts, causing slight whimpers to escape between your lips. The warm arousal between your legs that you normally kept well contained in his presence pooled on the glossy wood beneath you.

“Naughty naughty girl. I think you may need to be punished for this,” he muttered, leaning down to lap at one of your nipples, hand slowly making its way under your skirt before he paused.

This caused you to whine at the lack of his contact, but you realized he stopped for a reason.

He looked up at you with a soft face and kind eyes. “Hey.. before we go all in, are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want to make you feel like just because I’m a teacher I can just do whatever I want. This isn’t a power trip for me. You’re just so fucking gorgeous, honey.”

You nodded feverishly, knowing this is what you've wanted for a long time. You still couldn’t even wrap your head around the fact that it was happening in the first place, but you knew you wanted it to continue.

“Yes, sir. I want you.”

“Okay, honey. Just let me know if you wanna stop because I promise I will stop. I want you to enjoy this.” He reaches up to stroke your cheek sweetly. You gave him another understanding nod and smiled softly

“Thank you, Robert. I appreciate it,” you whispered, leaning in for a soft and sweet kiss. As your lips danced, you grabbed his wrist, dragging it up between your thighs.

He pulled away with a smirk “Eager, are we?” his dominating aura returned in a blink of an eye, his blue eyes filling with a dark, almost intimidating lust.

He slowly inched his hand up your soft and moist inner thighs. You spread your legs slowly, small gasps and whimpers leaving your lips in anticipation.

He brushes his middle finger over your cunt, not diving in too deep, but just enough to make you crave more. You let out a breathy moan and threw your head back as he brought his middle finger back up to your face, this time aiming for your lips.

“Taste,” he whispers, pushing his digit coated in your arousal past your lips.

You smirked and took his finger in your mouth, and decided to give him a bit of a show with it all, lewdly bobbing your head around his finger, taking in your juices, finally letting go of his finger with an obscene pop.

The act of you sucking off his finger almost made him take you right then and there, but he knew he had to make it a slow build. He wanted to cherish your body just as much as you wanted to cherish his.

He slowly brings his hands back down to remove your skirt, leaving you completely naked on his desk, vulnerable, and hornier than you ever thought possible.

He leans up to take a full view of your naked form, and it was here that you finally noticed the huge tent in his slacks caused by his erection, just yearning to spring free and split you in half. He catches you staring and reaches down to palm himself

“Look at what you do to me, baby girl. You wanna touch it?” You look up at him for a second before looking back down at it, reaching forward to replace his motions on his clothed cock.

You reach up to undo his belt, and while doing so you felt his hands back on your body, returning themselves to your dripping hot core. As you undid his belt, he rubbed his long fingers between your folds, softly rubbing against your clit which made you jolt in pleasure, moaning out his name.

“Such a mess for me, baby. So cute” he muttered. Your hand movements slowed as you were overcome with pleasure, and that made his hand snap to a stop. He looks back down at your hands. “Hurry it up baby, or else it’s never coming out.”

You let out a small moan in response and gave him another nod.

You were almost embarrassed at how little you were speaking, but half of the shit he said rendered you speechless, so you decided that it was only natural that the only meek thing you could do when he called you baby girl was nod.

After what seemed like ions, you finally unzipped the zipper on his slacks, his hands continued their painfully slow speed along your slit, every so often he would pause at your hole, almost teasing you to the point of screaming, but you had to restrain yourself to get what you wanted.

You continue to palm him through the thin material of his boxers to relieve him of the pressure you sure has been constricting him for a while before finally letting his erection spring free.

You let out a gasp at the sheer size of him.

“Impressed?” he whispers, starting to rub slow circles on your aching bud. You took in a sharp breath at the flood of pleasure that overtook you and whimpered out a small “Yes”

You took his shaft in your hand, pumping slowly to match the pace he was making on your clit. He rolled his head back in pleasure as he quickened his fingers on your core, causing you to speed up to the same rhythm.

The now sweaty air of the tiny office filled with soft moans from the two of you almost lost in the rhythms of your own pleasure before a loud knock came from his office door. You shot up from his desk and looked at him wide-eyed and panicked.

You were currently fully naked, clothes and papers strung out amongst the floor, and there was no way to mask the smell of sex currently wafting through the air.

Another knock.

He looked at you and silently put a finger to his lips before pointing under the desk. You gathered up as many items on the floor as you could and brought them under the desk with you.

While your professor himself was half-naked, the only thing he could do was unlock the door and sit innocently at his desk, praying that your moans were quiet enough for this person to not suspect anything.

“C-Come in” he let out in a nervous stutter, and with that, another professor stepped foot in the tainted office, seemingly naive to the actions that were taking place just seconds ago.

You sat uncomfortably under the desk, not making a sound until the professor left, but after about 5 minutes of conversation, you started to get a bit bored.

You bit your lip and you slowly snaked your hand up his thigh and to his now soft member. Tracing your fingers along it before receiving a soft but stern kick from your professor. Your smirk turned into a shit-eating grin as you leaned up the best you could without hitting your head on the top of the desk and licking a stripe from his balls to his tip.

This caused your professors' words to falter at the unexpected feeling. He cleared his throat and tried his best to continue the conversation, but now your lips were wrapped around his now pulsing member, and any coherent thoughts he might’ve had before were gone.

His jaw dropped a bit, unable to hold himself back from how good the sensation felt. “Are you okay, Burnham?” the other professor asked with a furrowed brow. “O-Oh.. yeah. I’m fine just…” he restrained from slipping out profanity at how sexually frustrated and angry he was at the moment

“...just a bit tired. Do you mind if we finish this conversation in the morning?” With that, the two said their goodbyes, and the door was closed.

Alone again.

He shot back from his desk and with angry lust-filled eyes, he yanked you up by your hair and shoved you back on the desk. “Are you fucking insane?!” he bellowed, walking over to the door and locking it once more. He returns to you, propped up on his desk by your elbows, legs swinging freely over the edge of the desk, that shit-eating grin still wiped across your face. He stands in between your legs

“Just having some fun, Professor,” you said innocently, squeezing your thighs together to put on a show.

“You could’ve cost me a fucking job. You could’ve lost your degree.” You falter your persona for a second because you genuinely believed he was angry at you, but as you met his gaze, the lust in his eyes was darker than ever, causing you to yearn for him more.

“I’m sorry sir. I’m such a bad girl,” you say in a pouty tone, letting your elbows drop the upper half of your body so that you were laying flat, you draped your arms above your head to lewdly display your body for the taking.

He feverishly begins to unbutton his shirt and untie the black tie around his neck. He clenched his jaw

“Now you know I don’t want to do this but you’ve given me no choice,” he muttered, reaching up to tie your perfectly positioned hands above your head. The way his now naked body pressed into yours drove you crazy, and as you whined in protest, you bucked your hips up to give you both well-needed friction.

He let out a gasp and once tying the knot pinned your hips roughly to the desk. “You only get pleasure when I say so. Understand me, slut?”

The sting of your new nickname sent a wave of pleasure through you as you nodded in agreement.

You’ve never been this kinky during sex before, and this change of pace was almost a rush, especially due to how unbelievably attractive the man before you was.

He sits back down in his desk chair, giving his cock a few needed tugs before placing an iron grip on your thighs which you were sure was going to leave marks the next day.

You arched your back a bit, wanting so desperately to run your fingers through his messy blonde locks. “Oh… look at this pretty pussy, sweetheart. All for me I presume?” He teases, his finger returning back to your slit, continuing the agonizingly slow pace it was going prior. “Y-Yes, sir” you mumbled, shock waves of pleasure emanate from your core, almost making you feel numb as his tongue attacked your clit with such hunger you’d think he hadn’t had sex in years.

A loud gasp emanated from your lips and he devoured your cunt, his tongue exploring every square inch of you before slipping two well-slicked fingers into your tight hole.

The fullness made you want to scream. His fingers were far larger than your own, and a slight feeling of dread overcame you when you realized his massive cock was going to be next.

The coil unwinding in your stomach distracted you from the feeling, your hips started to jut a bit more and your moans got breathier and higher. You were close, and he could tell.

He curved his fingers up at the perfect spot that almost made you pass out with pleasure “F-Fuck! Robert… please!” He pulled his lips away from your cunt, your juices coating his mouth and part of his beard

“Please what, whore?”

He places wet kisses up and down your thighs as the insanely quick pace of his fingers continued in your hole. You were rendered speechless at the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins, but you were able to barely choke out what you needed most right now.

“P-Please...cum..please..”

He continued his pace “I want you to own up to your actions first. What are you?”

“A-A whore.”

You couldn’t hold back at the pace he was going, your legs felt like gelatin and you felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest, but you held your release back.

You didn’t think you could stand another punishment from him. You just wanted him to fuck you.

“...and who does this pretty whores pussy belong to?” “Y-You, sir! Only you.” he chuckled a bit and stood up, his fingers would not relent from your g spot as he leaned over your fucked out display of a body.

His lips pressed right up against your ear. “I want my pretty pussy to cum.” he whispered, taking his free hand and wrapping it around your throat as you finally let go.

Your vision practically turned white at how hard you were cumming. You couldn’t even hear yourself speak but you assumed the only thing in your mouth right now was his name.

As you came down from your high, chest heaving, he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips before grabbing your hips and flipping you around. Your feet were placed on the ground, completely bent over his desk as his hands smoothed over your ass.

Your legs wobbled as you collected yourself from the orgasm, unsure how to prepare yourself for what he was planning next.

A sharp smack hit your right ass cheek and he spread you open, looking at your body from a different angle.

He stood and positioned himself at your entrance “You ready, slut?” he leaned down to pepper kisses on your blushed sweaty back, his fingers making quick work of undoing the tie around your wrists.

A simple nod was all you could give him before you felt the head of his cock rub against your hole. You whimpered as he slowly pushed himself in, the whimpers turning into painful gasps as he fully entered you.

You felt as if the seams inside of you were close to splitting, thoughts turning to static as he retracted his hips to start thrusting. You cried out as he bucked his hips forward, forcing the massive length back into you. You were sure if you pressed on your stomach you could for sure feel it up there.

“F-Fuck, sir! Y-You’re splitting me in half!” you whined out, fingernails digging into the wooden surface. He readjusted and grabbed your hips, giving you time to brace yourself before proceeding to slam in and out of you.

The overwhelming pain very quickly melted into pleasure as he used every inch of his shaft to his advantage. He grabbed you by your hair and quickly changed his grip to back around your throat.

You were practically standing on your tippy-toes as he continued to fuck you. He craned his neck down to bite and nibble on your salty skin, low and erotic moans escaping his lips with every few thrusts

“F-Fuck, baby. You take my cock so well.” he snaked his free arm around you to begin rubbing at your swollen hypersensitive clit. You were almost impressed at how well he was able to multitask.

“R-Robert… fuck… feels so good” you were barely able to say as the overwhelming rhythm of him fucking you made your brain practically turn to mush.

He released the grip on your throat and swiftly pulled out of you, making you pout at the sudden loss of pleasure. He proceeds to sit down at his cushy desk chair and pull you onto his lap, legs dangling over the sides.

He places a rough kiss on your lips “Sorry baby.. wanted a better view of that sexy body” he breathes out, lifting you on his cock and letting out a near animalistic groan as you sunk yourself down on his cock.

You begin to rock your hips, fingers gripping on his blonde locks as you readjusted to his size again. You placed soft kisses on his neck as you began to fuck yourself on him, his hands explored your body like it was the first time he touched you again, making good work on your tits and thighs.

As you picked up your rhythm, you felt him reciprocate by thrusting deeper in you until you picked up a comfortable pace with each other, almost meeting each other halfway.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, continuously letting out groans of your name paired with profanities. He slipped his hands down your body, one on your hip and one on your core.

“On the count...fuck...count of three lift up your hips a bit for me, okay?” he muttered in your ears, your moans cascading through the air as you nodded in agreement.

“One…” he whispered, taking his thumb and rubbing circles on your clit that made your head throw back in ecstasy.

“Two…” he gripped your hip with that same force that he did on your thigh, almost asking you to stop your motions.

“Three…” you did as you were told, slightly lifting your hips up as he proceeded to slam in you full force.

The only coherent sound that you could process was skin-slapping skin and the almost angelic sounds of both of your moans blending together as you both reached your highs.

“Cum.. Cum in me…” you whispered as he continued to jackhammer himself into you with an almost superhuman force. He nodded, now being the one left speechless as the coil in his stomach unraveled, spilling a copious amount of cum inside of you.

As his thrusts slowed, the pace of his thumb never ceased as he let you reach your high. He lifted his head up from the crook of your neck and locked his gaze with you as you let yourself go.

Your face contorted into bliss, your mouth falling agape as you repeated his name over and over as you came. His eyes never left yours the entire time, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you collapsed onto him, panting and absolutely destroyed.

You stayed exactly how you were for a moment as you both caught your breaths, a sheen of afterglow radiating off of both of you.

You leaned up and looked up at him. His hair was messy, there was still a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were closed. He was completely blissed out.

You snapped him out of his trance with a soft kiss.

“That was great,” he whispered, eyes darting around your face, taking in the sight of you completely fucked out and exhausted. You gave him a smile in agreement and kissed him again, a happy sigh coming from the back of your throat as you pulled away. You climbed off of him and both began to clean up and re-dress.

You give him one last hug and peck on the lips before turning to leave his office

“Oh… I forgot to ask,” he interrupts before you could take off back home. There was that devilish smirk on his lips as he continued

“Same time next week?”

[deborahmessingsfingers]

bo looked so fine in that suit omg that man is TOO MUCH, hope you’re okay as well angel <3

i literally cannot stop thinking about big velvet sexy like

sir? sorry, sir? sorry… sir? sorry, sir? sorry- sir? sorry, sir? sorry, sir? sorry- sir? sorry… sir? sorry…

[deborahmessingsfingers]

the way i would let him do anything to me

[deborahmessingsfingers]

heyy, do you have a twitter?

i do!! it’s @regularcheetos !!! i’m not too active on it but… maybe i start ….

[deborahmessingsfingers]

hi love! how are you?? <3

HELLO MY ANGEL!

i’m ok! i’m not gonna lie to you, life is kinda kicking my ass rn but it’s a lil better now ur back in my inbox 💖💖💖💖

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[deborahmessingsfingers]

so did you see about the White Woman's Instagram at Target and BB&B yet

YES i’m SO CONFUSED PLS

are people like. just making these and putting them there?? is bo aware of this?????? guerilla marketing??????????

PLEASE EXPLAIN

LIKE

WHAT??

[deborahmessingsfingers]

do u have any rare bo photos?? :0

idk if i have RARES but i definitely have CURSED.

here are some of my favs.

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whats ur tik tok? :D

@deborahmessingsfingers as well!

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sexual tension

pairings: bo burnham x female reader

word count: 5296

tags: consensual sex, no established relationship, explicit language, explicit sexual content, hand job, oral sex (m receiving & f receiving), face-fucking, praise kink, virgin!reader, dom!bo, sub!reader, corruption (kinda)

“Don’t screw this up. A lot is riding on this.” your boss chides through the phone. You slightly roll your eyes as you navigate your way down the sidewalks of downtown Portland. “I understand, Lauren” you sigh, removing your phone from your ear momentarily to check your navigation app for how far of a walk you had left to the hotel. Six more minutes. 

“You have all the recording equipment, right? Lav mics, camera, lights?” The dull strain of the 20-pound equipment bag on your shoulder reassured that you had what you needed for this mobile interview “Yes ma'am” you said, your tone of voice sounding how it did when your parents used to lecture you as a teenager 

“Okay, I trust that you have this under control… Call me if you need me,” she says condescendingly then promptly ends the call before you have the chance to say anything further. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit to yourself as you slide your phone into your bag. Even after working for this radio station for three years, you’re surprised at how little faith your boss had in you not to “screw everything up”, but the stakes were high. 

For the past month, there’s been a buzz around the station after they scored an interview with this “major celebrity”. No one besides the higher-ups of the station knew this person’s identity, so as you stepped through the sliding doors of the hotel, you couldn’t help but feel anxious about who exactly you were to be meeting. 

You shifted the strap on the ridiculously heavy bag to momentarily relieve your shoulder and silently cursed your boss for making this an off-site interview. Usually, bigger celebrities are given the option to interview from the comfort of their hotel room, and based on prior experiences, you knew the celebrities that chose this option tended to be quite arrogant.

 You let out a sigh of relief as you walked through the sliding glass doors of the hotel and up to the front desk explaining the whole “interview” situation to the nice-looking lady. She nodded and promptly called up to the room this mystery person was staying in. About a minute goes by before she looks back up at you and says “Mr. Burnham will be down in a minute” after hanging up the phone.

 You stopped dead in your tracks and almost felt your blood run cold. Burnham? As in Bo Burnham? The comedian? As your mind began racing with thoughts, you realized that the lady had been expecting you to move out of the way to help the next guest. You felt a blush creep up the back of your ears in embarrassment and uttered a thank you, promptly turning around and making your way to the lounge area to give your body a break from your two-mile walk and your mind a chance to collect its thoughts before he came down.

You had been a fan of his for a while. Like, a long while. Like, since his early youtube days, and now you’re about to go up to his hotel room and talk to him for an hour. Your lips twitched into a small smile, partially due to nerves, and partially due to utter excitement. This had been a subconscious dream of yours for a while and you couldn’t believe that this opportunity fell into your lap like this. 

Your knee involuntarily bounced as you watched the elevator doors open and close. The ding that sounded when the doors opened echoed through your skull and counted about 15 dings before you saw a tall lanky figure exit the elevator. Your breath hitched in your throat as your speculations were confirmed. It was him.

His hair was curly and long, not going past his ears but still styled in a nice way, he was clad in a plain grey t-shirt and black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. So much so that you could see peeks of his Hanes boxers as he made long strides towards the front desk. You could feel another blush creep up your neck and even a jolt of warmth heading south but promptly shook away the feeling, remembering how professional this had to be.

You placed the strap of the equipment bag back on your shoulder, your knee still bouncing like crazy as you waited for him to turn your way. After quietly speaking to the front desk lady from earlier, most likely to ask who he was supposed to be looking for, his eyes finally locked on you. 

You swallowed hard and cleared your throat as he made his way over to you, praying to god the first words you spoke to him wouldn’t come out as a squeak. As he approached you, you had to crane your neck to make any semblance of eye contact with the 6’6 man. “Hey” he casually says as he approaches you, extending his hand down for a handshake, which he adjusts higher as you stand up to ease the massive height difference (which honestly didn’t change much as you stood well under 6 feet). 

You take his dinner plate-sized hand into yours and give it a good shake as you introduce yourself.  As you spoke your professional jargon, you studied his face, and after a second or two realized he was doing the same to you. His blue eyes darted around your features and you could see a small smirk tugging against the corner of his lips.

 You nervously fidgeted with the bottom of your skirt as you spoke, and before long you could hear yourself asking him “should we go up to your room?” to which he promptly nodded and turned towards the elevator. 

You struggled for a second as you lifted the heavy equipment bag back on your shoulder and briskly followed his path to catch up to him before the elevator doors closed. “Do you need help with that? It looks quite heavy,” he says as the steel doors shut. You glance over at him, shocked that he would be kind enough to offer “You know…I hate to be a bother but do you mind? My arm feels like it’s about to fall off.” you say with a slight giggle.

Without hesitation he reaches over, his fingers brushing the top of your back as he takes the bag off your body and with ease lifts it over his head. Even though the contact he made with you was minimal, just the slightest brush of his fingers on your skin made your body feel as if it was on fire. 

As you ascended, you could feel that the air between the two of you was thick. There was a foreign tension between you two that was discomforting in a weirdly comforting way. You almost wanted to think of it as sexual tension. The thought alone made your insides flutter. 

Embarrassingly, while being a senior in college, you hadn’t explored the sexual realm past a few drunk attempts of handjobs your sophomore year. You admitted that you found the man standing next to you very attractive, and the fact that you were going to be in a locked private room with him had your mind wandering in places it definitely shouldn’t. 

You two didn’t speak the entire ride up, but the glances he was giving your way burned into your skin and made you feel as if you were floating. When the doors opened on the 30th floor it almost felt as if the tension in that tiny elevator spilled out into the hallway like a poisonous gas. 

You follow the lanky man to his room where he unlocks the door and makes his way inside. As you step inside, you quickly admire the sizable room and immediately spot the perfect place to set up the camera. 

The next 10 minutes consisted of you and Bo making quiet small talk about your job and the current state of his career as you set up the camera and lights. While you bent down to plug in wires and adjust tripods you couldn’t help but feel his burning gaze on your body the entire time. 

You walk up to him with a clip-on mic and your face instantly breaks out into a blush. “Do you know how to clip one of these on?” You ask, knowing that process involved getting under his shirt. You can see his mouth tug up into a now-familiar smirk as he pauses before his answer.

“No, I don’t actually. Do you mind doing it for me?” His answer caught you off guard entirely. The man has been doing interviews for years. There’s no way he’s never dealt with one of these microphones before. You stopped in your tracks for a second, making eye contact with him before nodding and motioning for him to sit down.

A chill ran through your body as he looked up at you through thick lashes. You slowly drop down to your knees in front of him to put you at the same height, your faces only mere inches apart. Your eyes scan his body, wondering how to make the first move in this process. He chuckles a bit and reaches for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it forward to leave a gap for your hand to go through. 

Your teeth catch your bottom lip as your arm shakily reaches out and slips under his shirt. Your knuckles brush his toned stomach and chest as you almost deliberately take your time snaking your way up his body. You can hear both of your breathing patterns become shaky and that causes you to look up at him again.

His eyes were fixated on you, and before you knew it you could see his face inching closer and closer until your lips suddenly met. You let out a sudden but silent gasp as your lips connected, the entirety of your arm now flat against his bare chest. You instinctively kissed back, not trying to fight what was happening in the slightest.

It started slow, but as the seconds ticked by it became more and more passionate, tongues slipping past each other and the occasional feeling of his teeth scraping against your bottom lip. You pulled away after what felt like hours and let out a small laugh. Your face was beet red, your breathing was heavy. You didn’t even know how to process what had just happened but all you knew is that you didn’t want it to stop. 

You snaked your arm out from under his shirt and tossed the microphone and wire to the side, leaning back up to kiss him again. This time, he was the one to let out what you could only describe as a whimper. Your hands started to explore each other’s bodies. His hands ran up and down your sides, playing with the bottom of your cropped sweater. Your hands were busy tugging the hair at the nape of his neck. 

At this point, a thin sheen of sweat covered both of your foreheads. when you pulled away the second time, he finally spoke up; 

“I want you.” He said, almost whispering, “Do you want me?” he asked, your faces millimeters apart, a look of almost desperation in his icy blue eyes. You faltered for a second, not because you didn’t want him, per se, but what had you hesitating was the fact that you were so inexperienced. 

The noticeable hesitation made a look of fear flash across his face. Before he said anything, you quickly reassured him, “I want this! Trust me, I really, really want this. It’s just that… It’ll be my first time.” you said, slightly cringing as you pushed out the words. You half expected him to laugh in your face, but instead, a dark cloud of lust covered his eyes that made your breath catch in your throat. 

“Oh… So you’re untouched?” He asks, his voice much deeper and seductive than before. The shift in his demeanor made your legs feel like jelly. “Y-Yeah…” you squeaked, breaking your eye contact due to his overwhelming presence. 

He began to speak again, this time his voice sounded more sincere, but still had the undertone of pure lust, “I know we don’t even know each other, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen such a pretty girl…“ he cups the side of your face, making you look back at him”…and I knew that if I missed out on this opportunity both my dick and my brain would hate me,” he says jokingly

“I would love to… explore you.. and maybe teach you a thing or two if that’s alright. But if at any time you want me to stop, please let me know. I get if you don’t want to lose your virginity to a fucking stand-up comedian.” This made you laugh and roll your eyes at his self-deprecation. 

You place your hands on his sweatpant-clad knees, leaned in for another short but deep kiss, then pulled away with your answer. “Deflower me, Bo. Do your worst”

With that, it wasn’t long until his hands were under your sweater, cupping your bra-less chest, thumbs gliding over your now rock-hard nipples, his tongue almost down your throat. You let out a squeak as he pinched your nipples simultaneously. Your hands started exploring as well, working their way up to his thighs, softly squeezing as you leaned up to get deeper and deeper into the kiss. 

He pulled away momentarily, causing a soft whine to subconsciously exit the back of your throat. He chuckled a bit, “So impatient…” he muttered, lifting your sweater over your head. The blush that had been resting on your cheeks had spread to your chest as he admired your breasts and stomach. 

“Such a pretty girl… look at those.” He cupped your breasts again and leaned down to latch on to your left nipple. The sensations of this new feeling went straight to your core, and you let out a meek moan as he began to softly bite and suck on it, your other nipple being stimulated by his larger-than-average thumb. 

He released your nipple with an almost obnoxious pop and stood up, completely towering over your small frame. The sight of him made the ever-growing pool in your panties almost spill over onto your thighs, a glow of perspiration covered his sun-kissed skin as his dark blonde hair spilled over the sides of his face, framing it perfectly as he looked down at you “Do you like being on your knees, pretty girl?” he cooed, bending down to pet your hair. 

You gave him a meek nod, looking up at him through your dark lashes. He chuckled and moved his hand from your head to your arm, lifting it and placing your small hand on his bulge. His hand continued to trail up his body, reaching behind his neck to pull off his grey t-shirt. 

You froze for a second, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do. You’ve given handjobs before, but just simply the presence of the man looming over you made you forget everything you’d learned. He places his large hand over yours and begins to rub it up and down over his clad bulge. “Oh, look at you… you’ve probably never even touched a cock before, have you?”

His tone was dominant and almost endearing, but you can tell the prior sweetness lied beneath every word he spoke. “I have… but not for a really long time,” you said shyly. He let out a brief laugh before hooking his thumbs behind the waistband of his sweatpants before continuing.

“Regardless…I bet you’ve never touched a cock like mine.” He then pulls his pants down, erection springing free from the tension of his clothing. He was right. It was massive. It shocked you to the point you let out an audible gasp. This made that infamous smirk return to his lips.

“You look so fucking cute right now, holy shit. Touch me, pretty girl” he commands as you reach up to wrap your thin fingers around his shaft. You slowly started pumping back and forth, causing Bo to roll his head back in pleasure. “Jesus Christ” he breathes.“Do you feel that? Feel what you do to me? Feel how fucking hard I am? Fuck…you’re so hot, honey” He mumbled.

His face contorted into pleasure as you gradually picked up the pace of your strokes. “Do you wanna taste it, baby?” he asks after a minute or two. Your teeth capture your bottom lip once again as you slowly nod. You were intimidated by the sheer size of it, and on top of that, you weren’t even sure if your gag reflex could handle all of him.

You adjusted, leaning up so that your mouth was at a perfect level, and slowly placed a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. The clear beads of precum that rested on his tip instantly coated your lips as you did so, the sight causing Bo’s legs to tremble. You licked them slowly, taking in the unique taste then slowly brought your lips back to his shaft. 

You took the head into your mouth, never ceasing eye contact with him as you hollow your cheeks around his member. He reached down, gently placing his hand on the back of your head as you leaned forward, taking another two inches down your throat. ‘

This wasn’t so bad, you thought to yourself, starting to bob your head at a comfortable pace. You continued to ogle at his face as he kept his piercing gaze on you, and started to feel pressure against the back of your head. He started pushing your head down farther and farther with each bob of your head until you could feel the tip nudge the back of your throat. 

The feeling made your eyes widen, hands flying up to grip his thighs. He momentarily released you, giving you a chance to catch your breath. “You doing okay, pumpkin? Do you need me to stop?” He asks, breaking his domineering character momentarily. Your breathing was heavy and your lips were pink and swollen as you swallowed the buildup of saliva in your throat. You look up at him and give him a soft, but reassuring smile, and without saying a word, take his cock back into your mouth, this time going as far as you could without his assistance. 

This caused a loud string of profanity to leave Bo’s lips, his hands flying back to their original position at the crown of your head. He takes your hair and grips it into a ponytail, opening his mouth to ask you a question you never expected to be asked of you. 

“Can I face fuck you, pretty girl?” he asks, his hips bucking forward slightly. The words caused a shiver to run down your body. Without pulling away, you give him a nod, readjust, and brace yourself for what was to come. He bit hard on his bottom lip as he started thrusting slowly down your throat.

The feeling felt so foreign to you yet so good. He moans your name as he picks up speed “Look at you… Such a good girl letting me face fuck her dirty little mouth. You look so good with my cock down your throat, pretty girl” Each word he spoke made your core crave relief, your skin flushed and sweaty, arousal dripping from every pore of your body. 

Your eyes began to well up as he picked up his speed, saliva and tears pooled at the floor in front of your knees. You can tell he was close when his thrusts became more ragged and his words became less and less coherent. 

You half expected him to release down your throat but were surprised when he pulled out abruptly. “W-Whats wrong? Was I doing something wrong?” You pant, a string of saliva still connected your now red lips to the tip of his cock. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your wet lips, and pulled away with a reassuring smile

“No, no. You did so well for me, pumpkin… I’d just rather cum inside of you today” he mumbles. The words made your heart flutter and thank the Lord in heaven that you took birth control. He hooked his hands under your arms and carried you to his hotel room bed, throwing you against the bouncy mattress.

He pumped the base of his cock slowly, taking in the state of your body. At this point you were topless, what was left of your eye makeup was streaked down your face, your hair messy, and your skirt lifted in such a way where your panties were definitely on display.

“So fucking pretty…”  He muttered to himself as he reached down to slip off your skirt. Now the only thing separating the hottest man you’d ever laid eyes on and your pulsating core was a thin piece of fabric that was soaked with your arousal.

He kneeled on the bed in front of you, his fingertips brushing the insides of your thighs as you arched your back to his touch. He places a hand over your throbbing pussy, feeling the state of your panties, and lets out a chuckle. “Someone’s excited” he quipped as he leaned down, sticking out his tongue and without breaking eye contact, licks the fabric, tasting the ever-growing wet patch. 

You let out a gasp at the stimulation and your hands immediately grip his hair at the roots. He hooks his long fingers around your waistband and your hips fly to the air, desperately needing him to remove the now painful barrier between you two. He laughs again at your desperation “oh baby… look at you. Do you want me to make your pretty pussy feel good?” he hums, now admiring your bare cunt, swollen, pulsating, and coated in arousal.

You spread your legs a bit wider, causing your swollen lips to part slightly, giving him a perfect view. “Y-Yes, sir” you gasped, quite surprised at yourself for giving him that nickname. “Sir? Oh, she’s kinky for only being a virgin…” he teases, leaning forward and licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit “… I love it.” he swallows the juices now collected on his tongue.

The foreign feeling of his tongue on you makes you uncontrollably moan, your hands gripping the expensive sheets below you. Not even giving you a second to process the new feeling, he dives back in. Lips and tongue attacking your clit, every few seconds he dips down to slip his tongue inside of your aching entrance.

The feeling was almost too much to handle. The stimulation was one that you couldn’t even describe, and definitely, one you weren’t able to ever give yourself. Your thighs instinctively squeeze together as his tongue pressed against your familiar g-spot, and you yelp out his name as your hands return to his hair, eyes screwed shut. “B-Bo..fuck.. please…” 

He pauses momentarily, lifting his chin so he’s fully looking at you, your juices coating his mouth and chin. “That’s not my name, princess.” You feel a new object touch your entrance as he speaks, and you immediately recognize it to be his finger. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, “You know what to call me.” he growls, mouth hovering centimeters from your core. His finger traces the rim of your entrance, teasing you to the point of tears. “P-Please… sir. Please fuck me.” 

As soon as the last word left your lips, his long digit slides its way into your tight hole, slowly making its way back towards your cervix. You can feel the tip of his finger brush your back walls, making you clench around the new feeling. “We need to stretch you out first, baby. There’s no way this tight pussy can take all of me.” lips reattaching to your sensitive bud. 

The overwhelming sensation made your entire body tremble, your back arching as he curled his fingers towards your g-spot. The hotel room filled with your quiet moans and whispers of “sir”, unable to even make out a sentence due to the pure pleasure coursing through your veins.

AS soon as it started, it was over as he retracted his mouth and fingers, smirking as you whimpered due to the loss of stimulation. “You want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” He mumbles, hand wrapped back around his member, precum dripping from the now red and overstimulated tip of his cock. 

You nodded and leaned up to give him a sloppy wet kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, laying back down on the mattress and spreading your legs. To your surprise, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over with ease, hoisting your hips up in the air, perching your ass out for his disposal. 

Your face was now pushed into the mattress, back immediately arching as his large hands smoothed over your ass, fingers momentarily slipping through your folds and rubbing against your sensitive clit. The feeling was almost too much to handle. “God, fuck me, sir… please I can’t take it anymore.”  You pleaded, earning a harsh slap to your right asscheek.

“So fucking impatient,” he muttered, squeezing the now red piece of flesh. You squealed at the impact, recoiling at the sting, but surprisingly loving the perfect mix of pain and pleasure that it gave you.

While it was only mere seconds, it felt like eons before you felt the head of his cock rubbing along your slit, his hands adjusting to your inner thighs to spread your legs open a bit more. The cold air of the hotel room hit your clit, causing chills to run throughout your body. A million thoughts raced through your head as he rubbed his cock against you painfully slow.

You were about to lose your virginity. To Bo fucking Burnham. Just an hour ago you never expected to be ass up in a hotel room but as he slowly pushed the massive length of his shaft inside of you, you knew that the universe aligned just right and this is exactly where you were supposed to be.

You let out a muffled cry as he immediately bottomed out inside of you, his pelvis pressed against your ass cheeks. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. Your insides felt as if they were splitting in half, a long string of profane words and slurred attempts of his name slipping out of your lips as your walls pulsated around his member. 

“Fuck baby. You’re taking my cock so well. You’re so fucking tight…holy shit…” About 30 seconds went by, his hands drifting up and down your sides, continuing to utter quiet praise towards you before he began to retract his hips, almost completely pulling out before thrusting completely inside of you again. 

As he picked up a slow rhythm, you could hear his groans getting louder and louder, your moans almost harmonizing with his until he was fully fucking you. As you got more and more comfortable, you began to rock your hips back into him, your fingers digging into the white sheets beneath you.

“Holy fuck… you’re doing so well, pretty girl. I would’ve…Jesus… I would’ve never thought you were untouched if you didn’t tell me.” he says, digging his nails into your sides, and moving his hand to strike your ass again. You were a moaning mess, almost drooling into the bed as your mouth was stuck agape by the mind-numbing pleasure your body felt.

He placed both of his hands back on your hips and flipped you over, never pulling out as you now laid flat on your back. You now face to face with him, his dark, hooded eyes raking in the sight of your fucked out face and body, the pace of his thrusts only quickening as he lifted your legs over his shoulders.

“H-Harder, sir” you managed to get out, your hands draping over your head, tits bouncing with every thrust he made. He let out a dark and almost haunting laugh as he readjusted, elbows around either side of your head, forehead pressed against yours “You sure baby?” he halted his thrusts as he spoke to you.

The agonizing ache you felt in your core almost drove you insane. You feverishly nodded, eyes screwed shut as you anticipated his next move. He leaned down to your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered “As you wish…” his smirk very eminent through his tone.

He bucked his hips forward with no warning, immediately hitting your cervix at full force. You gasped at the sudden sensation and screamed out his name, his hand immediately covering your mouth to quiet you. 

He began fully retracting and fully entering you, over and over again until your vision became almost blurry. Muffled moans slipped through his fingers as your blown-out eyes locked onto his face. His eyebrows were furrowed mouth agape as he glanced between your face and down to where his cock was entering you. “Such a good girl. Such a good fucking slut.” he whispered in your ear as he angles his cock towards your g-spot.

You immediately felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel as you neared your climax, you seemed to feel this at the same time he did, his thrusts becoming more and more staggered and erratic. He shifted the hand on your mouth down to the sides of your throat, applying a gradual pressure as you both slipped over the edge.

You could feel your heartbeat in your temples as an overwhelming amount of pressure-filled your head, and you almost felt dizzy as you tried with all your might to keep your eyes fixated on him. With a final few thrusts, you were coming, his lips catching yours as he swallowed his name from your mouth, your high moans ringing out through the now-sweaty air of the hotel room.

Your hole pulsated and clenched around his member, the new sensation tipping him over the edge at the same time, his hot seed spilling deep inside of you. He released his grip around your throat as you came down from your high, thrusts now slow and lazy before coming to a stop. 

He placed a long kiss on your lips as you attempted to slow your breathing. The prior kisses he placed on you were hungry and lustful, but this kiss was filled with care and trust, a beautiful contrast to his demeanor mere minutes ago. 

As he pulled away you gave him a soft smile. “Hey, pretty girl,” he whispered, making your heart flutter. “Hey, Bo,” you said back, slightly exhausted but riding a wave of ecstasy you never wanted to go away.

He reached over and grabbed a few tissues out of the hotel tissue box. You gave him a confused look before realizing what he was about to do. He slowly pulled out of you, immediately placing tissues near your entrance as a mixture of both of your cum leaked out of you. The sensation made you shiver and release a soft moan, earning another chuckle out of Bo.

“So…” you say, breathing finally stilled as he rolled over next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against his body as you continued, “how about that interview?”

[deborahmessingsfingers]

hi angel, me again!!! how’re you doing?? drink some water today please!! 🌻

reminder - you are loved and cared for (extra by us!!), you are beautiful, i’m so proud of you :’}

<3

thank u angel 🥺 ive actually been trying to drink more water lately and now i’m more thirsty ? i think my body finally realised how much water i need ….

feeling so seen n loved today thank u nonnie, i hope you’ve had a great week 🥺😭💓💗💕

[deborahmessingsfingers]

do you have a tiktok, right? i'm asking because there's one with the same name djdnkshdka

thats me!!!!! i sometimes post the edits here too but, tiktoks a better platform for edits

shameless promo, heres the link to my tiktok if anyone else wants to check it out!

[deborahmessingsfingers]

z’s masterlist

hands

(bo burnham x reader)

you knew he’d be mad, that was the point.

teeth

(demon!bo x reader smut)

there was something about him, each time you saw him, it was like he set off fireworks in your belly, smiling widely with a lit match in his hand.

hair

(bo burnham x reader smut)

it wasn’t often that Bo broke the rules.

mouth

(bo burnham x reader smut)

Bo’s had a long day.

prove it - multichapter

chapter 1

(horror!bo x reader) (unfinished)

at first, it frightened you to think of how such a meek, diffident character could become the very thing they feared in the blink of an eye. but as the days passed by and your persecution and misery continued to worsen in nature, you slowly began to understand just why a kid like Robert, a kid not unlike yourself, would eventually snap.

i’m tired

(bo burnham x reader)

your eyes instinctively closed shut as you felt a wave of dizziness hit you. his avoidant nature and impatience all but confirmed it; he was not doing well.

you know…

(tony caito x reader)

you finally get to meet Tony’s softer side

[deborahmessingsfingers]

You Know…

pairings: tony caito x reader

word count: 1097

tags/warnings: explicit language, implied sexual content, anxiety, panic attacks, reader is gender neutral, comfort

also on ao3

Your entire being was vibrating, it felt like you were floating off the ground, held up by a chokehold of anxiety and doubt.

You’d cornered yourself away in the locker rooms during lunch. People were still passing by here and there but it was the quietest place in the school you could think of to hide away and let it out.

It was all just too much. The pressure had engulfed you entirely; gobbled you up as a young, promising, spritely student and spat you out as a babbling mess of deadlines and dread.

You could hardly breathe, your nose long rendered useless by the constant stream of tears and snot. You sat gasping and dry mouthed, quiet sobs escaping your throat each time you banged your head back against the red locker doors, eyes winced shut.

The sound of footsteps fast approaching beckoned your eyes to fly open, your body freezing up entirely, as if you wouldn’t be seen if you just stayed still. The shiny, brown leather shoes that entered your field of vision coaxed a dichotomous sense of relief and dread from the depths of your stomach.

“What’re you doing, honeybun?” the voice asked, laced with a cold, indifferent tone. You looked up to see Tony Caito, the school’s student liaison (and secondarily, your boyfriend) looming over you. You looked up at him, blinking rapidly as you wiped your face clean as best as you could. He simply stood there, taking one of his hands from his pocket with a flick of his wrist to check his watch, as if he had other, more important places to be.

“I-I just,” you started. You’d never talked about this to Tony, or anyone for that matter, you were struggling to find the right words to articulate just what was going on in your mind, “it’s just all too much, Tony.”

He sighed. Tony rolled his neck before grabbing the legs of his pants, lifting them slightly to accommodate his long legs as he crouched down to sit next to you, leaning against the lockers with a muffled bang.

“What’s too much, pumpkin?” he asked. Again, his tone was dispassionate, calloused, as it often was. It made you uncomfortable and confused, wriggling around in your spot as you tried to figure out whether he really wanted to know, or whether he was only asking out of a feeling of obligation.

“All this.” you answered vaguely, hands gesturing to the world around you and your state on the floor.

“Scholarships and deadlines and-and grades and… friends and reputations a-and…” you could feel yourself choking up again, the freefall of words so quick to stop and start.

You looked over at Tony to see his eyes darting between the cracks of the concrete floor, biting his lip in thought as he often did. Waiting for his response only further heightened your anxiety, the little voice in the back of your head berating you for opening up; to him of all people.

In that moment, you weren’t quite sure why you let Tony into your life. He was bossy and judgemental, aloof and haughty. You supposed it was his charm. His neatly slicked hair, his creaseless suits, the way he so effortlessly wooed you with a wink and the promise of a good time.

You were brought back to reality as he inhaled deeply, your stomach dropping with dread as you waited for his beratement.

“You shouldn’t worry about that shit.”

His words rendered you speechless. You expected harsh criticism, for him to take the harsh reality of life and slap you across the face with it. Instead, he looked up at you with a somewhat soft expression - softer than anything you’d seen before anyway.

Usually his stare was gelid and demeaning, the closest thing you’d seen to vulnerability was when he was coming undone on top of you with gasps and empty praise. But there was a certain, unfamiliar whisper of concern behind his eyes now that you’d never seen before. You continued to stare, your open mouth silently begging him to elaborate.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he continued, your brow crinkling in disbelief at the encouraging words escaping his mouth, “you have one of the highest GPAs in the school. You run laps around everybody else when it comes to extra credit. You’re smart… and you’re kind, and you’re funny,” you felt your heart threaten to burst as he continued, your quiet sob session now long forgotten,

“And you managed to bag me, and you know what my standards are like.” Tony laughed awkwardly, wresting a laugh from the back of your throat. You could see his face change to a light hue of pink, his hand wrapping around the back of his neck to scratch it awkwardly.

You watched on in a slight state of disbelief, not truly able to wrap your head around getting to see Tony let his walls down. It wasn’t much, but it was the first time you’d ever seen proof that he cares.

Granted, it wasn’t much, and when he snaked his arm around your shoulder you knew the fleeting moment of vulnerability was soon to be over, but that slight display of genuine affection would have you soaring for weeks.

One of his large hands drifted up to cradle your face, his thumb swiping underneath your eye to dry the last of your tears. As your eyes locked, you felt the bubble of pent up apprehension and unease burst into an enthralling display of denotative fireworks.

For one more brief moment, Tony’s facade remained softened. His eyes darted around the room to confirm your solitude, not wanting another soul to hear his next words as not to expose his unguarded self to his peers. He softly and slightly opened mouth to whisper to you,

“You know I love you.”

Your mouth instantly widened into the biggest grin, your cheeks quick to start aching as you processed his confession.

“I love you too, Tony” you whispered back, milking the intimate moment for all you could.

Tony was quick to snap back to his usual indifferent facade, the arm Round your shoulder pulling you closer to his body as his other hand left your face to meet the soft flesh of your thigh, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You rolled your eyes as you felt him nip and peck away at the peach fuzz behind your ear, shivering as his teeth gently met your earlobe.

“Y’know, I always say the best pick-me-up is a good, hard fuck”

[deborahmessingsfingers]

hi again!!!☺️hope you’re doing okay darling :))))))

HEY! i’m good! lifes been crazy but i’m good! i hope you’re well nonnie, i love when you drop by to say hello

a bouquet of roses for you

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[deborahmessingsfingers]

Do you have the link to that Bo subreddit? I tried to search it, but I can't find it :(

the nsfw one? it’s since been closed/made private. like u cant even request to join. i wanna join so baaaaaaad