#what oop did i say that outloud

[kvtnisseverdeen]

[midmourn]

accidentally revealing your relationship

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

reposting from my old blog.

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summary one of you accidentally reveal your relationship.

Mark. the poor boy had a picture of you and him as his homescreen. yeah, not his smartest choice. he was on vlive and was showing fans something on his phone and he completely forgot about his homescreen and clicked off. "so yeah there's the proof that haechan threatened me," he giggled, pressing his home button to get off the messages, screen still facing the camera for a second. it was just long enough that people were able to see what it was. he squinted at the comments, tilting his head, "what do you guys-- oh." he backed up slightly in shock, eyes widening at the camera before hurriedly turning off the vlive. he stared down at the floor silently before looking up at the manager behind the camera, "oops."

Renjun. so technically it wasn't his fault! literally no one told yall they would be going on vlive and so ... the boys were in their dressing room and unluckily yall happened to be right in the corner of the camera frame ... you reached up to give renjun a kiss on the cheek, and the camera managed to catch that and renjun's face but not your face!! yeah no one knew until the comments started exploding about the unknown person giving renjun a kiss and the boys knew it could only be you. and as always, screamed loudly to get your attention before turning off the live. you and renjun about almost killed them for not telling you or being more careful.

Jeno. okay so you were on your way to sm company to give him his lunch bc he was practicing alone. you texted him that you were there and were on your way up but literally before you could even get in the building, he was already opening the doors and meeting you halfway. “i told you—“ he ignored your words, pulling you in by your jacket to press a kiss on your lips. as always, there are literally fans or outsiders outside of sm’s building at all times. and of course they took pictures and videos and uploaded it to sns immediately. it wasn’t until you pulled away that he realized what he did. “oh.” “yeah, oh,” you mocked, pushing him into the building as you glared at him. “congratulations, our relationship is now public.” “sorry,” but he didn’t seem sorry at all, if the grin on his face was saying anything.

Haechan. haechan … is a very obvious person. he would only compliment you when your group was miraculously brought up(probably also by him) and only sing/rap your parts of your songs. it didn’t help the fact that fans were already suspicious because you two were seen at the same place at different times and you frequently stole some of his clothes and wore it out. BUT! it’s only when he reads a comment about you outloud(“y/n from y/g complimented your vocals!!”) and he says, “yeah, y/n is a very nice partn—“ and cuts himself off before he can finish the word, eyes wide as he stares at the camera. “they’re a very nice, nice— um, idol. i’ve got to go practice, bye!” but like i said, he’s very obvious and fans heard him say the romantic word~~ oops.

Jaemin. it’s no secret that jaemin is a huge fan of having matching couple items, like with his members and especially you— since you’re, you know, a couple and all. his personal favorite was your custom made matching necklaces, so you wore it everywhere. unfortunately, seeing as the owner had no idea of anything concerning you two, when fans asked about your necklace to buy it, he said a young man came in and had it custom ordered. fans put two and two together and … boom. rumors were made up and since it really blew up, your companies denied it despite the rumors being true. even if they denied it, fans were very convinced you two were dating. no more privacy for you anymore! sorry jaemin you should’ve said something or not had it custom made. 🥲

Chenle. you like to take pictures of you and daegal and post it on your private twitter account, so what? he had no problem with it, even being in a few of them since he knew only your members and a few friends were on your private twitter. so when you did that exact thing, he didn’t care and merely posed with daegal sitting on your chest. it’s minutes later when his phone starts getting multiple text messages and he checks it only to see messages about you posting a picture on twitter. “babe,” he inhaled, “did you post it on your private account?” you glance up at him in confusion, “the picture? yeah.” he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, “are you sure it wasn’t on your main account?” it dawns on you right then and there. “oh my god.” in one minute, the tweet is deleted but thousands of people have already seen it and screenshotted. the koreaboo article is up within twenty minutes. . I am so sorry 😀

Jisung. ah, sweet sweet jisung. he was on vlive while you were at the corner store to get snacks for your movie night. he didn’t originally plan to go in vlive but decided to have a voice only vlive because he was bored. he thought you’d be gone for a while and would be done before you got back, so he didn’t text you about it. he was reading comments when you walked in, already talking as soon as you opened the door, “hey babe, i got that ice cream you like, the one—“ when he started coughing loudly in the middle of your sentence, you looked up and saw his eyes widening as he pointed at his phone violently. it didn’t take long for you to understand once you checked your own phone and saw that you had a notification from vlive, signaling someone went live. ‘oh my god’ you mouthed at him and he coughed again to fill the silence, eyes going back to the screen to read the comments to see if anyone heard you clearly. unfortunately … they did, and they heard the petname, too. he made up an excuse to get off quickly and groaned, putting his face in his hands. needless to say, fans reposted the clip of your voice everywhere.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

What if Eddie had been hidden at Steve's house after Chrissy?

A/N: This was supposed to be just a headcanon, but it sort of just ran away from me. Oops. It's really long, and there's going to be one more part. I may have mixed up a few things, considering I tried to write it all from memory, and I have the memory of a goldfish.

Summary: They sort of messed up with keeping Eddie safe from the public. Never once did they think that if they could find Eddie through Reefer Rick, then other people could, too? I bet Steve thought Eddie would be safer at his house, but he was unsure of saying it. He wasn't sure if it would be smart or not. Where is the last place they would look? Steve Harrington's house. What if Steve did say it outloud?

"Hey, Dustin," Steve said softly. "If we found Eddie through Reefer Rick, then can't other people find him too?"

They had finally found Eddie and were about to leave the boathouse when Steve got the idea.

"Well, where else do you suggest we hide him, Steve?" Dustin asked.

"Where's the last place, if at all, do you think they would look for him?" Steve asked.

"Well, they would never look for him at your place," Dustin laughed, and then he stopped. "Holy shit, they would never look for him at your place."

Dustin scurried back to the boathouse, coming back with a confused metalhead. Dustin went to climb into the passenger's seat but was pulled back by Eddie and pushed to the back seat.

"Parentals sit up front," Eddie replied, and Steve scoffed. "Especially ones who are new to all this shit. So, who's idea was it for me to hide at Harrington's?"

"It was Steve's," Dustin said casually.

Eddie stared at Steve as he drove off, unsure of what to make of him.

"Well, uh, thanks, man," Eddie said.

"No problem," Steve said, coughing awkwardly.

Once he dropped everyone off, it was just him and Eddie on the drive back.

"So, why are you doing this? Putting me up?" Eddie asked.

"Because Dustin looks up to you, man. I couldn't stand looking him in the eye, knowing something happened to you. I hate to say it, but we all know what's going to happen once they find Chrissy in your trailer. Besides, no one should be alone after discovering this shit," Steve said.

"Speaking from experience?" Eddie asked and Steve blushed.

He reached over to turn on the radio. "Cum on Feel the Noize" blasted through his speakers. Steve began beating on his steering wheel, singing loudly. He snapped his fingers at Eddie until Eddie had no choice but to join in. They were laughing almost all the way to Steve’s house. It had gotten a little awkward when Steve, laughing, had placed his hand on Eddie's knee. After Steve invited him into his house, given him some pajamas, he made him another offer.

"Look, you can pick any room, or you can share my bed if you don't want to sleep alone tonight?" Steve asked.

"You trying to take advantage of me, Harrington?" Eddie asked, and Steve stared at him before he realized that he was joking.

"Yeah, no, you'd know if I was taking advantage of you," Steve said and then paused. "Wait, that doesn't sound right."

Eddie laughed, taking the clothes Steve had given him, and began to strip right in front of him. Steve quickly averted his eyes, looking up at the ceiling when Eddie accidentally pulled down his boxers slightly when he started to take off his pants. Eddie had flashed him his ass.

"Whoops!" Eddie cackled. "I swear I'm not trying to make it up to you by putting on a show."

He pulled on the plaid pajama pants and flopped shirtless on Steve’s bed. He rolled around on Steve’s bed, standing up a couple of times to jump on it, and then finally laid on his back as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Seriously?"

Steve rolled his eyes and slipped into the spot beside him. Steve was startled when Eddie pulled him to his chest. His cheek was pressed up against his tattoos.

"I left my teddy bear at home, so a Stevie bear is going to have to do," Eddie said. "Thanks again for letting me stay here."

"It's not a problem," Steve muttered sleepily.

As Steve’s eyes began to flutter close, he felt a hand drift through his hair. Considering the situation, shouldn't this be the other way around? The next morning, Eddie was gone. Steve jumped up, panicking until he heard music coming from downstairs. He walked into the kitchen to find Eddie wearing one of his blue sweaters and cooking breakfast.

"Morning," Steve greeted and Eddie jumped.

"Good morning, my liege. Our son called. He and the others want to come over to talk," Eddie said.

"Really sticking with the whole he's our kid thing, huh?" Steve asked.

"As smart as he is, that kid would stick a fork into a power outlet if he was curious enough and if we weren't there to stop him," Eddie replied.

"That's fucking true," Steve laughed. "I think there has to be some sort of balance when you're as smart as Dustin. You also have to be just as dumb and reckless."

"You might be onto something, Steve," Eddie said with a laugh.

After breakfast, Steve took a shower and then went to get Dustin, Max, and Robin while Eddie started making breakfast for them.

"I do not want to listen to that little shit complain," Eddie had said.

While they ate breakfast, Dustin gave him the rundown of what had happened over the last couple of years. Meanwhile, Robin was leaning against the counter giving Steve a look.

"He's wearing your sweater, cooking breakfast in your house, and sleeping in your bed. It's all very domestic," Robin said.

"Shut up," Steve said, blushing.

"Gasp. Does Steve Harrington have a crush?" Robin whispered.

"Yeah, I think he's cute, but that doesn't mean I have a crush," Steve said, blushing.

"Oh, how the tables have turned," Robin said.

Just then, the sound of police sirens was heard in the distance. Everyone except Eddie raced outside. They watched as the cops drove by. They were heading towards the trailer park. Steve went inside and told Eddie to lay low before he grabbed his keys. After finding out that Fred, Nancy's friend, was killed, she was now involved in trying to find who or what was behind these attacks. While Robin and Nancy went to the library to find out more about Victor Creel, the others, minus Eddie, went to the counselors and then went to break into the school. They learned that Max was Vecna's next victim. They had all gathered in Nancy's basement, and Steve watched as Max paced, worry etched on her face. It made her look older than she was. Steve hated that. At least Lucas was with them now.

"They're definitely going to think Eddie did it after this," Dustin moped.

"Eddie!" Steve said. "I need to check on him. Make sure that Carver didn't get to him. Nance -,"

"Nancy and I got this. Go," Robin said, ushering him out.

Steve paused on his way out the door and turned to Max.

"Don't bite me for this," Steve said and gave her a one-armed hug.

He was surprised when Max hugged him back tightly and then moved back quickly.

"No one saw that," Max said, glaring at them.

Steve unlocked the door to his house, and as soon as he walked in, once again, he was pushed up against the wall. Eddie had him pinned, his full weight against him. One of his knees was slotted in between Steve’s legs. As soon as he realized who it was, Eddie stumbled back.

"Sorry, I don't know why I keep doing that," Eddie said apologetically.

"Really? Cause I'm starting to guess why," Steve grumbled under his breath. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I mean, no offense to you, but your house is kind of -," Eddie said.

"Creepy?" Steve asked.

"I was going to say lonely," Eddie said.

"Well, my parents left me alone so many times I probably left an impression on the place," Steve said sarcastically.

"How many times did they leave you alone?" Eddie asked.

"Too many times to count," Steve replied casually.

"Okay. I'm going to do something that's probably a little intimate for two people just starting to get to know one another," Eddie said.

"Because you practically pressing me to your nipple last night wasn't too intimate?" Steve asked.

"I was using you like a teddy bear, Steven!" Eddie exclaimed. "It was completely innocent."

"Lay it on me, Munson."

Eddie threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"Shh. Just let this happen," Eddie said. "This is called a hug."

"Fuck you, I know what a hug is, jackass," Steve replied, hugging him back.

"The first time I got a hug after my mom died was from my uncle. After she passed, my dad stopped being my dad. He ignored me a lot and became more reckless. I think I reminded him too much of Mama. One evening, he dropped me off at Wayne's and never came back. Hugs eventually became rather important to both of us. It reminded us that we weren't alone," Eddie said.

Steve hugged him tighter and burrowed his face into his neck. They stayed like that for a long time. Steve pulled back with a sigh.

"A student named Fred Benson died in your trailer park last night," Steve said. "And we discovered that Max is Vecna's next victim."

"Shit."

The next morning, Steve resisted the urge to kiss Eddie goodbye as he slipped out of bed. Eddie managed to mumble a goodbye before turning around and hugging the pillow that Steve had been sleeping on. Steve stared at Eddie's back and bit his lip as he felt a fluttering feeling in his chest. Steve fought another urge to slip back into bed and went to Nancy's.

When he walked into the basement, Max was writing furiously at the desk while Lucas and Dustin watched her. It turned out to be letters for everyone in case something went wrong. Steve was touched that he had gotten one but also concerned.

"So, how's your new roommate?" Dustin asked.

"Well, he kicks in his sleep," Steve said without thinking.

"All the rooms in your house and he's sleeping in your bed?" Max asked.

"After what he saw, would you want to be alone?" Steve asked, blushing.

"Oh my God! You like him!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Okay, just because I also like guys doesn't mean that I have to like the guy who I let sleep in my bed, wear my clothes, and who I sometimes let cuddle me. Okay?" Steve said, throwing up his hands.

"Right. Because I do that with all of my guy friends," Dustin grinned.

"Okay, yeah. He's cute, especially when I walked in the other day when a rollie pollie had gotten into the house. He was just crouching there, watching it scuddle along. He wasn't bothering it or anything. He was just watching it living its life, his head tilted to the side with a fond look - Oh my God, I like him!" Steve exclaimed.

"You know, if it had been a spider, it would have been creepy," Max said.

"Seriously, Max?" Lucas asked.

"Hey, I'm cursed. You can't scold me," she replied.

"You want me to do some infiltration? Find out what his situation is," Dustin asked.

"No, no, no. Don't do that," Steve said quickly. "I told you guys about me in my own time. If Eddie is also the same, he should be given the same opportunity to say it in his own time, right?"

"Right," all three coursed.

"You know I would never tell him that you like him, right?" Dustin asked.

"I wouldn't have told you guys about me if I didn't trust you guys to keep a secret," Steve said.

"We want you to be happy, Steve," Dustin said.

"My happiness isn't dependent on whether I'm in a relationship," Steve said. "My family makes me happy too."

"Dude, your parents suck," Lucas said.

"I wasn't talking about them. I was talking about you guys," Steve said, looking at all of them and looking pointedly at Max last.

Max sniffled and threw her arms around Steve, hugging him tightly.

"You assholes didn't see that either," Max said.

"Oh, dear, I think I've gone temporarily blind," Dustin said, waving his hands in front of his face.

"Shit, man, me too," Lucas said.

"Idiots."

Nancy and Robin had come into the room, announcing their plan to go see Victor Creel, where they found out that he survived by music pulling him out of his hallucination. It's what eventually led to them saving Max when she got cursed at Billy's grave. The imagine of her eyes and her floating in the sky would haunt Steve for a long time. Like Lucas, he would be forever grateful for Kate Bush.

"You guys want to meet up at my house this time?" Steve asked. "I have more room."

Max, Dustin, and Lucas shared a knowing look before nodding. Dustin was first through the door and into Eddie's arms. He was still wearing Steve’s blue sweater and a fresh pair of pajama bottoms. His hair was wet from taking a shower. Once Dustin broke from the hug, Steve swept Eddie up into his own arms. He hugged him tightly, smiling when he smelt his own shampoo in Eddie's hair. Steve told Eddie what happened and Eddie broke the hug.

"Shit, Red, you okay? Well, that's a stupid question. Of course, you're not okay. You know what, you will be. You're tough as hell. In fact, you could just scowl at that fucker and he'd melt. If anyone is made of hellfire, it's you," Eddie said.

Max rolled her eyes before throwing her arms him and hugging him too.

"Oh God! I'm blind again!" Dustin exclaimed.

The next morning, Steve was up before Eddie and everyone else. He decided to make breakfast. As he was cooking, Eddie and Max stumbled in. They were carrying paper and a large box of crayons.

"You guys are up early," Steve said.

"So are you," Eddie pointed out.

"I wanted to make breakfast for everyone," Steve replied.

"I couldn't sleep. Some people kept playing music in my ears," Max said as she started to draw.

Max out her earphones back on as Steve flipped on the radio to Eddie's favorite station. Just then, Nancy skidded into the kitchen and sighed in relief at the sight of Max. She plopped down next to her and watched her draw. Steve placed a cup of coffee in front of Eddie, just the way he liked it.

"Thanks, babe," Eddie said absent-mindedly, and Steve blushed.

Max and Nancy raised their eyebrows. They had heard that. Steve leaned over to see what Eddie was drawing and sighed, pinching his nose.

"Eddie, why the hell are you drawing a bunch of dicks?" Steve asked.

"You are what you want to eat, Stevie!" Eddie cackled, rolling the paper into a ball.

"Not in front of the child, Munson!" Steve exclaimed, and Max rolled her eyes while Nancy struggled not to laugh.

Steve opened his mouth to say something else when Eddie shoved the paper ball into his mouth.

"Eat a bunch of dicks, Harrington!" Eddie cackled and frowned when Steve spat it out. "You're supposed to swallow."

"I wish someone told me that before I ate a bunch," Max quipped.

Steve, Eddie, and Nancy all turned their heads to blink rapidly at her. Steve and Eddie both looked like they wanted to rip off their own ears.

"Relax, guys, I'm joking. Jesus, I'm not ready for that," she said.

Steve sighed in relief, clutching his chest. Meanwhile, Eddie was checking his pulse. Nancy rolled her eyes at both of them, but the color was just starting to come back to her own face.

"What are you drawing, Max?" Nancy asked.

Max explained to her that she was drawing what she had seen in Vecna's red soup mind as Steve had called it. Nancy watched her draw, and she eventually pieced together that Max was drawing Victor Creel's house.

"We'll go there after breakfast," Nancy stated.

"Everyone but me again," Eddie said, pouting.

"You're a wanted man, Eddie," Nancy pointed out.

"Yeah, baby," Eddie said, grinning.

"Not like that," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"So, there's no one here who wants me like that?" Eddie asked innocently, batting his eyelashes.

"I mean, I didn't, I didn't mean that no one - KIDS, BREAKFAST!" Steve yelled.

Eddie cackled into his cup of coffee. They heard the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. Dustin and Lucas came running into the kitchen to fix themselves food. Robin came stumbling into the kitchen a moment later, rubbing sleep from her eyes. After they all sat down to eat, a news report came on the radio. Patrick McKee died at Lover's Lake. Steve had been right. They did try to find Eddie at Reefer Rick's. Everyone stared at Eddie, and he sighed.

"Go, I'll clean up," Eddie said.

Everyone started rushing out the door, and that's when Eddie noticed that Steve had forgotten his keys.

"Stevie!" Eddie cried, and Steve skidded to a stop as everyone was leaving. "You forgot something, big boy!"

"Right!"

Steve rushed back into the kitchen, cupped Eddie's face, and kissed him before running out the door.

"You forgot your fucking keys," Eddie muttered in shock.

Meanwhile, Steve was diving into the back of Nancy's station wagon with Dustin. As Nancy was driving away, Steve realized what he did and he hit his forehead.

"What?" Dustin asked.

"I forgot my fucking keys on the counter."

Part 2 (hopefully the final part) is coming soon!

[decadentworld]

loved the first fanfic! it was delicious!

so um could i request jonathan byers with dacryphilia, praise, maybe even perverted jonathan?

like it's jonathans first time bottoming and he's kind of scared, but he's fantasized about it for a very long time so he's very eager and obedient.

you don't have to write it, of course! whatever you're comfortable with, dude.

take care!

Hey, anon. I went kind of overboard with the ‘pervert Jonathan’ part, because this boy just screams ‘secret pervert’ to me. I hope it’s alright. This one is a lot more light-hearted and a lot less poetic than Rebirth.

Also. I promised myself that requests wouldn’t be as long as my personal works but. Well. Oops.

Vice.

Jonathan’s first time does not go the way he plans it. In fact, it goes a lot better.

※ Sub Bottom Jonathan/Dom Top Male Reader

※ 12,444 words.

※ Anonymous request.

※ Content & warnings: First time bottoming. Dacryphilia. Size difference/Size queen. D/s dynamics. Praise kink. Authority kink. Pervert Jonathan. Hardcore first time. Overstimulation. Un-beta’d.

※ Both characters are 18 or older.

※ Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok videos.

Jonathan’s little secret is at all times kept under lock and key. Several locks, actually. And a combination lock with no less than five numbers for good measure.

There’s this box hidden within his closet, see, which is quite sizable, though it is very discreet and easy to hide in the deepest part of his closet, behind his chest of drawers. It’s black; he knows it’s originally intended as a cash safe, or he supposes, since he didn’t actually buy it. He found it. He swears that’s the word that describes it best: ‘found’ it. What could an open cash safe have been doing just lying around in the junkyard otherwise? He did not steal it. It was open, it was empty, it was happenstance that he needed something to store his ever-growing collection of his more personal things and there was an abandoned cash safe in the junkyard. Simple.

Now, what’s inside this box nowadays? Only he knows as of yet. It’s not something he could just be saying outloud. There are already consequences just for people like Jonathan to simply show his true face in Hawkins, but if anyone unsafe found what he keeps in the box? He would be skinned alive. He would be castrated, for sure.

Which is why he always makes absolutely sure to close it, lock it, and hide it away after he finishes making use of the… erm. Objects inside.

He always does. He never forgets.

After withdrawing from one of the most intense, toe-curling make-out sessions with his boyfriend —his boyfriend. It makes him so fucking giggly to think of that word— as he greeted you into his house, a surprise visit from you, he leads you closer to his bed with a shy hand on yours.

“Just get comfortable,” he tells you. “I’m gonna bring in something to eat.”

“Sure, gorgeous.”

The mental haze he gets after the slight praise is probably one of the reasons why he gets sloppy today.

He walks to the kitchen with a spring in his step. He’s home alone for the moment, something so rare it’s a golden opportunity he won’t waste. God. He feels so bubbly when he’s with you. He opens the fridge as he thinks of this. Jonathan’s never felt like this, like he could turn to mush just by being next to you, like he could start giggling at any given moment just because you talk to him with a voice that rumbles throughout his body, like he could swoon when you press your palm against the back of his head, because he feels like you could engulf him wholly. His break-up with Nancy led him to several realizations, one of which —and he’s sorry, Nancy, but it has to be said— is the one where he found he’s a lot more attracted to men than to women. By, like. A lot. Nancy knew about his bisexuality before, but never commented on it. He doesn’t think she did (or didn’t, rather) out of maliciousness, or awkwardness, or anything like that. Jonathan knows there was just no possible situation in which the topic could be talked about casually, so why bother. He’s absolutely not mad or anything like that. Plus, there’s no point in discussing something like that when they were in a relationship; for no reason would he think about other men, or women, while he had a girlfriend. These thoughts lead to other similar ones as he’s getting some snacks ready in small plastic bowls. He feels kind of bad for not being more open with his family. With Will, especially. He knows the euphoria, the feeling of safeness that Will would get if he knew there was an older queer figure in his life. Sure, Will is not out, but it’s sort of an open secret now. But Jonathan is not that brave. He knows his mom has the tiniest suspicion of Jonathan being at least a little bit queer, what with you coming over more often than not. For college assignments, of course. And everything leads back to you. He bites his lip with a smile on his face as he finishes pouring the contents of a packet into one of the little bowls. Everything about you has him crazy. It’s the fact that you tower over him but still hold him in your arms like he’s delicate, fragile. It’s how you still haven’t made any sexual advances towards him, because you know he’s a virgin in that aspect, and because he told you how very nervous the thought made him. But Jonathan knows you sense something more, and how very right you are without realizing it, that he might be sort of terrified, yet it’s the only thing he can think about these days. It’s even more difficult to focus on anything else when he can only think about you taking him in your big hands, making him —everything about him— look small. Can’t help getting hard in unfortunate situations sometimes, can’t choose which fantasy is best: the one where you take your time with him, treating him gently… or the one where you rip his virginity away, so intensely that he’s crying in the end. He has to calm down before he gets hard. Again. Because he’s already taken the edge off, had an orgasm earlier today. Made use of some of the objects in his—

Wait.

WAIT.

He sprints towards his room leaving the bowls abandoned on the kitchen counter. And there you are.

On his bed. Not having moved at all, of course. How could you? His bed is quite comfy.

You’re sitting on his bed. Looking at the open closet some feet from you. With a scandalized, but pleased expression.

Looking at the open safe on the closet floor.

Jonathan throws himself in front of the closet and closes the door with such force it resounds across his bedroom.

“How much did you see?!”

You look at him, amusedly, pleasantly surprised at this new version of Jonathan you’re seeing. “Um… enough?”

Jonathan covers his burning face and groans. It’s a long and muffled noise. “Oh my Goood,” he mumbles behind his hands.

You can’t help but chuckle a little bit. “Babe… why are you so shaken about this?”

“It’s… you weren’t supposed to see.” Jonathan peeks at you from between his fingers. “It’s so fucking embarrassing.”

“Uh…” You understand where he’s coming from, but, honestly, if he thinks this is the end of the world then he’s sorely mistaken. “It’s… not, really. It’s actually kind of… hot.”

Jonathan lowers his hands so quickly he accidentally slaps the closet door behind him. He gapes at you, so mortified he could melt to the floor. “Wh-What— You don’t— You’re not mad?”

Now you’re frowning in confusion. “Why would I be mad?”

“Well… I kind of… told you I’ve never…” You never thought he could get any more red until now. “And I still… have these things…”

You give him a sort of wolfish smile. He knows you’re trouble when you stand up, slowly walk the few steps to him, and suddenly you’re towering over him.

He gulps. He’s so terrified and excited about what you’re going to say, to do.

You lower a hand to the left side of his waist. He jumps a little bit. “It is hot, Jonathan. Now, feel free to push me off if I’m out of line, but I’m suddenly really, really curious to see more of that.”

He makes a small shrill you find adorable. “Uh— you want to s— how— what did you see, exactly?”

“Well, I saw… some nice-looking ropes.” Jonathan grumbles with embarrassment. “Saw something that looks like…” You leave his waist for a second to use both index fingers to draw something in the air that vaguely resembles a spade. He looks like a fish out of water. “I spotted a shape that looks a lot like something I have, too… if you’d be interesting in comparing.” Jonathan is almost hyperventilating at this point. “But, I think the most interesting one… it was barely peeking, but… the corner of something that I know, Jonathan, I know, is a photo?”

He can’t take it. He hides his face in your chest and whines so loudly it can barely be muffled. You cackle. It’s not a mean sound. You just can’t believe how agitated he’s being about something so normal. So you reassure him.

“It’s normal, Jonathan. It just means you have a healthy way of having fun on your own.”

He grumbles some more. He peeks at you from his spot on your chest. “You think?”

“Yep. And I would absolutely not mind knowing more about it. About your… stash.”

That at least pulls a giggle out of him. “You say it like I’m dealing.” He withdraws.

You caress his chin with a smile. “I am. I would pay only the highest price for this very fine selection.”

Jonathan bites his lip, a small smile in his face. You make him feel so safe, no judgement ever bleeding from your words. “You want to see it?”

You nod, almost enthusiastically, and he laughs. You step back some, giving him some space to open the closet door behind him. He does, and crouches down to retrieve it. Before pulling it out completely, he hesitates. “Um…”

“Yeah?”, you encourage him.

“It’s… if that’s all you saw, then… you didn’t even see half of it?” He says the last part more hushed, like he’s so embarrassed of himself he can’t even speak.

“Oh.” And you sound even more excited now. “Well. You’ll just have to show me all of it, right?”

Jonathan bites his lip and giggles nervously. He pulls the black safe out of his closet and onto the floor of his room.

You give him a muffled laugh. He was right. You didn’t even see half of what he’s got. You skim over the contents, before saying: “Wanna bring this up to the bed so I can see it better?”

He nods. With a strong blush on his face, Jonathan lifts the open box and leaves it on his bed.

The moment of truth is here. You both sit on the mattress, the open safe between you two, its contents perfectly visible. Jonathan is sort of hunched over himself with a hand on his mouth, looking so embarrassed you find it endearing.

You feast on all the objects inside the safe. There’s the things you’ve already seen: red ropes, a metal buttplug, a black silicone dildo, and yes, there are pictures too. Pictures of himself with those ropes around him and nothing more, photographs of parts of his body, a lot more artistic than actually sexual in nature. Close-ups of Jonathan’s cum on the wooden floor. But apart from that, there’s also skin mags. Pocket-sized ones. They’re all gay skin mags. There are also a lot more toys and sexual objects: nipple clamps, anal beads, a small bullet-shaped vibrator, a cock ring, a flogger, a chest harness, a collar with a D ring and matching cuffs for the wrists and ankles —you have to catch your breath at that one. An unlabeled cassette. That one picks your interest a lot. You don’t see any fleshlights or VHS’s. Probably didn’t fit in the safe with how much stuff there is already. Lastly, you see two different tubes of lubricant: a neutral one, and a cherry-flavored one; and a handful of packets of condoms.

His collection is impressive. It’s almost like he collects these things, like he treasures them, keeps them stored away safely only for his eyes and body to feast on whenever he has the time. All in all, you get a rush of something that feels like awe, and lust at the same time.

You finally look at him. He is so red behind his hands, and he’s also shaking a little bit, like he’s so nervous to hear what you have to say about all this.

“Oh, babe. Look at me.” Jonathan complies, looking at you from the spaces between his fingers. “This? This is amazing. Like, wow. You have so much stuff.” You give him a little smirk, about to test the waters. “Have you used all of them already?”

At that, Jonathan can only cover his face completely, muffled laughs hysterical from how awkward he feels, and throws himself back on the bed. At least he’s not outright rejecting you.

A little nod catches your attention.

“That’s so hot, baby.” You softly grab around the edges of the safe and turn it around a bit to see better. Jonathan lowers his hands down to his mouth to be able to see you when he feels the jostle on the bed. “Can you tell me what… this one is?” You point at the cassette.

“Oh my God.” Jonathan looks like he’s biting his nails. He decides to sit up instead. He takes the cassette in his trembling hands and holds it up, the side you saw before facing you and the other one facing Jonathan. “Um…”

“If you want, obviously.”

“U-Um…” He giggles nervously a bit more. That’s good. He’s not actually afraid or uncomfortable, just shy. “It’s… like a narration. The narrator says things that are supposed to… make you feel things.”

It’s so vague, since he’s still pretty mortified about showing you all this, but you think you understand. “Okay. Kind of like… hypnosis?”

“Well… yeah, but not really in the traditional sense.” Jonathan fiddles with the cassette. “It’s just relaxing, but also…” His renewed blush tells you everything you need to know.

“That’s so interesting.” You lean over to examine the small rectangle better, and suddenly spot some handwritten text on the back. “Oh. What does it say?”

Jonathan shrieks. He didn’t mean for you to see that. His hand just accidentally moved until the cassette was no longer parallel to you. “Uhhh…” But, he decides to brave through, because this entire situation is doing something to him. “But… but don’t make fun of me. Please.”

“Of course not!”, you’re quick to say. “Why would I?”

Jonathan bites his lower lip. “Well…” He fidgets a bit, then shakily hands you the cassette over.

You give him a reassuring little smile as you accept the tape. You turn it around. And.

Ah.

Jonathan is full of surprises, isn’t he.

Your eyes go hazy with lust as you read the handwritten two words on the white sticker: Good Boy. You understand a bit better now. You can totally picture what it is: the deep masculine voice of a male narrator giving the listener instructions on what to do, how to touch themselves, what a good boy they’re being for obeying. So Jonathan has the biggest praise kink ever. No big deal. Not at all. Except. It’s all you’ll be able to think about for the rest of your life.

You can’t help yourself. Your hand reaches the back of his head and you give your boyfriend a steamy kiss, right over the open safe, feeling him tremble and whine against you. He opens his mouth in time for you to slip your tongue in and start a sensual caress over his own. Jonathan grabs at your clothes in desperation, squirming in his place on the bed like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

You withdraw and look at him. Not only is he sporting the most gorgeous blush ever, but there’s a hint of lust there now, too.

“That’s so fucking hot, Jon. You like being a good boy?”

He suddenly moans against your lips. But then seems to sober up and covers his mouth, ashamed.

You take his hand into yours and move it aside with a little bit of resistance. “None of that, sweetness. Let me hear you.”

He does this little whine and instead lifts his other hand over his mouth, not entirely covering it, just appearing to be chewing on his nails. Even then, he’s gives you a small shaky smile as he shakes his head in shy denial.

“No?” You push only enough to give him a thrill, never to spook him. Your hand that was holding his releases him and goes under his chin. Jonathan puts both hands on his lap as he timidly looks up at you. “I hope I’m not overstepping here, but…”

“N-No, no, you’re not.” Jonathan puts his left hand on the one you have under his chin. “I’m just… this is just kinda new to me.”

You grin at him. “Sweetheart.” You lean in to give him a small peck on the lips. Even that seems to leave him breathless. “I was just saying that… it’d be so hot if you told me more about some of these things. Hm? What do you say?”

He releases a heavy breath that borders on being a moan. He bites his lip, but nods in the end. You release his face and he runs two delicate hands across his hair.

Right when he’s about to speak up, there’s a loud thud coming from the front door of the house.

Jonathan yelps and jumps almost a foot in the air. He immediately closes the lid of the safe box. You’re both frozen in place, you waiting to see if any of his relatives are going to walk in through the front door, and he frozen from fear.

A few more seconds pass, and nothing else happens. Jonathan shakily gets up from the bed, slowly walks to his bedroom door and opens it just a bit. His eyes land on the front door.

The tips of something he knows is newspaper peek from under the slit of the door.

He closes his door with a relieved sigh. “Oh my God. It was just the newspaper delivery. I thought it was going to be my mom.” He runs his hands through his hair with a hysterical giggle.

You laugh too. “Damn. Scared the hell out of me.”

“Me too.”

It seems like this cut off the moment you were having. Jonathan stands awkwardly at the door for some seconds. Then decides to go near the bed again, but doesn’t sit down.

“Um… I’m, like, totally spooked out right now.” But he says it like he’s apologetic about it. Like he doesn’t want this to stop.

You get up with an eager grin. He gives you that nervous little smile, looking at you from under his lashes. “I thought of something right now. That is, if you want, of course.” He nods as he keeps listening. “I thought that maybe… you can show me all of this,” and your hand points in the direction of the closed safe on the bed. “…uninterrupted. As much as you want… at mine?”

He makes a small embarrassed grunt. He covers his mouth to muffle a small giggle. “At your house?”, he asks, so demurely you want to eat him up.

“Yeah. If, of course, that’s okay with you.”

Jonathan doesn’t answer you right away, still looking like he’s gonna vibrate out of his skin. He walks the few steps towards the bed, opens the lid of the safe, and takes something small out of it. Slowly. Nervously.

“Ummm…” He shows you what it is. He speaks almost in a whisper. “Are we… going to need one of these?”

A condom.

Your eyes go half-lidded. The idea that he possibly wants to fuck, even though you haven’t gone past heavy kissing, is exhilarating. You have to collect yourself, since you don’t mean to drive home with an erection.

“Jonathan…” You crowd him against the wall next to his bedroom door. He drops the packet with a breathless moan. You kiss him long and heavy, feeling him squirm against you, feeling his rising heat. You withdraw and give him an intense look. “If you want.”

He moans against your neck. He breathes rapidly against it, trying to calm himself down, and then nods against your skin.

You run your fingers through his hair, on the back of his head. Then you softly grip those same locks to lift his head and have him look at you. “Good.”

It’s so close, a hair’s width kind of close to saying ‘good boy’, but you’re going to save that for later. Even now, he melts against your grip at that single word. Now he puts his hands on your shoulders, trying to focus better. “Okay, but, like… can you just… go and I’ll meet you there. In 20, maybe? I’ll have to call mom first and make up an excuse.”

You chuckle. “Sure.”

 

Jonathan comes out of the shower fifteen minutes later. He’s still the only person in the house, feeling sure that it wouldn’t be at least another hour until anyone arrived, but it was still the better idea to go to yours.

As he goes back into his room and retrieves the closed safe —this time having hid it behind his set of drawers where he always leaves it, he’s not making that mistake again— he stops when he has it in his hand. A wicked idea comes into his mind. He blushes as he begins unlocking the box.

 

 

You open your front door at the twenty minute mark, just as Jonathan said. There he is, all nervous smiles and fidgety hands, even though he clearly hopes it’s subtle. He has the safe box clutched in his right hand.

“Hey,” you greet him as you give him way into your home.

“Hi.” Jonathan tucks his chin into his chest. He’s just so cute to you.

As soon as you close the door, he’s onto you. You’re pleasantly surprised when he kisses you first now. You lean back against the door and hold the sides of his head in your hands. These same hands caress his hair. He melts into you within the kiss.

You pull back and point at the safe in his hand with a wolfish smile. “That looks heavy. Let me give you a hand?”

Jonathan does this little sound that tells you he’s embarrassed, but hands you the box over. He’s putting a lot of trust into you by letting you handle the most private part of his life, so you’re not going to disappoint him.

You take his hand with your free one, which makes him look like he’s melting with shyness, even though you have a literal safe full of his sex toys in your other hand, and guide him towards your room.

The moment you open the door, it seems like it dawns on Jonathan that you’re going to do this. His hand starts trembling in your grip.

You lift his hand until it’s under your mouth. You press a soft kiss on his knuckles, and he looks at you with shaky giddiness. “Still want to do this?”

Jonathan all but latches himself onto you, holding onto your side as his answer. He looks at you from under his lashes, almost like he’s fawning at you. So he’s just nervous but still excited. It’s a small relief, and you will do anything to keep him from toeing that fine line into outright distress. You softly grab his chin and press a small kiss on his lips. After, you guide him further into your room with this same grip, something that makes him give you the softest of giggles.

Once you’re in front of the bed, you gesture for him to get comfortable. Jonathan sits on your bed as you deposit the locked safe onto the mattress with the utmost care.

“I have to… unlock it first,” Jonathan says. He bites his lip to stifle a grin, his face already reddening some.

“Of course!” You turn around and make a show of covering your eyes with your hands.

He outright laughs this time. You hear the tinkle of small keys —he probably had them in his pockets, you muse—, some clacking noises that indicate a padlock opening, then two, and then three, and then soft clicking of tiny number dials being turned. Finally, a louder clack. The lid is open.

“Okay, you can turn around, now,” Jonathan says, amusedly.

You do, and a familiar sight of the many toys and objects inside the box greets you. There’s the things you’ve already seen: the dildo, the mags. Everything else.

Except… maybe…?

You have a fleeting, silly thought. You think, and this is so funny: you think there’s, like… something missing?

Hah. As if. You leave this ridiculous thought aside.

“Okay. Okay!” You sit down on your bed, next to the open safe, similar to the way you were some twenty minutes ago in his house.

He briefly covers his mouth with his hands, like he’s muffling a giggle. Hah. He’s so shy about telling you more, that’s for sure. That’s the only reason why he’s so giddy. Of course. “What… What would you like to know?”

You give him a hungry smirk. “Well… just the basics. You know? Like, what’s your favorite one, or, what’s the one you use the most?”

Jonathan covers his face with his hands for a short time. He looks like he’s biting his nails with one hand when he uses the other one to point at the bullet vibrator. “I… I use this one the most.” And then his hand hovers over the black silicone dildo. “But… I like this one the most.”

You lick your lips. Some conclusions are being drawn with what he’s saying. He likes the vibration, the movement the vibrator causes, because it’s the closest he might have to an unassisted penetration, perhaps? And he loves using the dildo, but doesn’t use it as much, because…?

“Oh. And, if you like this one the most,” you start, while you point at the dildo. “…why don’t you use it as much?”

His lips do a funny thing, like he’s barely containing a hysterical laugh. He exhales, and it comes out like a whine. “Um…” Jonathan runs his hands through his hair, so nervous to say it outloud. “Because… I don’t always have time to prepare enough for it.”

Hm… “Prepare, as in…?”

“Well.” He does start giggling at this point, clapping his hands once like he can’t believe he’s about to say this. You chuckle in sympathy, even though you don’t fully understand. “It’s just… so big.”

Whoa.

What.

“It’s… I need a lot of time… and prep…” He muffles his giggles behind his hands. “‘Cause, otherwise, it just won’t… fit.”

You think your mouth is open, but you can’t know for sure. First of all, you are already feeling a bit hot under the collar. Just Jonathan telling you this has to count as foreplay. Second of all…

The dildo is… well. You estimate it might be five inches at max, four and a half in length if you’re being more realistic. One and a half inches in diameter.

It’s just… it’s so cute that he thinks…

“Wh… What?”, Jonathan says, a bit shaky. “What is… cute?”

Oh, shit. You said that last part outloud, didn’t you. You lean over and peck him on the lips. “Nothing, baby. Nevermind.”

He does a little humming noise, like he’s parsing your implications, but seems to drop it. He goes back to watching over the objects. He bites the tip of his index finger when your hand hovers over the stack of loose photographs. They’re not simple polaroids or anything like that: they’re professional, artistic, developed photographs. You think Jonathan is so brave because of that. The thought that he’d be careful enough to stay in the darkroom for as long as the photos needed to be developed, not letting anyone else in and catch him in the act, is simply so endearing.

“Don’t think I’ve said it before, but these are amazing.” Your fingers hover over the top picture, the most visible one: the one where he’s tied up with the red rope. His arms are free to be able to hold the camera in front of the mirror; his legs are tied up around the thigh and ankle, so that he wouldn’t have been able to stand up. His bare cock is semi-hard in front in the picture. You wonder if he had touched himself beforehand, or if the simple act of being tied-up turns him on. “So hot.”

Jonathan puts a lock of his hair behind his ear. “You can… hold them, if you want. To see them.”

“Yeah?” You do just that. You grab the one you’ve seen before, the one where there’s just a cum splatter on wooden floor. “Bet you had a lot of fun with this one, didn’t you?”

Jonathan just covers his mouth with his hands. He’s so abashed, but he trusts you so much, trusts you enough to show this part of him. “Y-Yeah.”

“Hm. Wait. Is this blood?” You point at the picture in your hand, where there are thick red splatters next to the white ones.

“Oh, no. Not at all. It’s candle wax.”

“Ooh. Candles?”

He nods, shyly. “I ran out of candles, but my subject in this series was to show how suggestible a person might be to some images in terms of eroticism. Like, you just thought this was blood, but it’s actually wax. And you obviously knew this is… well…” He gets giggly for a second because he’s pointing to the white splatters and you know he’s going to say ‘cum’. “…and you were right, but another person might just think both of them are melted candle wax in different colors.”

He’s such a genius.

“And also these ones,” Jonathan continues, pulling out the photographs you’ve seen before, of close-ups of his bare body where only vague shapes could be distinguished. “…these are from the same series.”

“This is… your arm?”, you guess.

He bites his lip and nods. “Yeah. It’s supposed to be vague enough for people to not fully understand what they’re looking at, first. They might just think it’s abstract photography, or maybe just a texture.”

You hum. “These are very good, Jon. You’re a prodigy.”

Your praise has its intended effect. He laughs, abashed, trying to cover his face but always coming back to you. “Thank you,” is his whispered gratitude.

You notice he’s subtly trying to cross his legs on the bed. Hm…

“You know,” you start, nonchalantly, as your hand hover above the cassette, something that has him almost on the edge of his seat. “…I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this one.”

God. The look on his face. Jonathan is so red he’s almost suffocating. Just you mentioning the tape leads him to shift on the bed, like he’s getting horny from the sole idea of you listening to it. “Y-Yeah?” It’s a muffled question; his hands are against his mouth.

“Yep,” you answer, so casually, like, yeah, of course I can’t stop thinking about you getting off to a man telling you how good you are. No big deal. “And, to be honest, it gave me quite a few ideas.”

Jonathan lowers his hands to his lap and fidgets with the rim of his sweater. His lips are pursed, like he wants to smile nervously. “Yeah?” It’s a whisper now.

“Yeah. Makes me think of how desperate you have to be to be someone’s good boy, enough to buy something like this.”

He exhales so loudly, so much so that it sounds like the beginning of a moan. At the same time, that simple fidgeting turns into him actually pulling the rim of his sweater down. To cover the small tenting of his pants.

You give him a heated glare to which he withers in lust. Reaching out, you lay a hand under his jaw. “Makes me think you wouldn’t need it anymore. Since you’ll have me here to tell you all those things.”

Jonathan looks wrecked. He closes his eyes, rubs his face against your hand, uses both of his to grab your wrist.

“What do you say?”, you ask, because you need verbal confirmation, even though he’s doing the equivalent of throwing himself at your feet by now.

He nods, so enthusiastically it pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Words, baby.”

He moans out loud. “Yes, Sir.”

He’s your ruin. You can’t do anything other than growl and bring him to your lips with a strong grip on his nape. He’s now moaning into the kiss, so filthily that you can feel it in your bones. You kiss him languidly, but it’s steamy; you all but force his jaw to open with your thumb on his chin and press your tongue into his mouth. The effect is immediate. He invites you in, gives you nervous caresses of his tongue that are wholly eclipsed by the dominion yours has on his. Throughout this time he’s never stopped shifting in his place, close to vibrating out of his skin, if it weren’t for your strong grip on his nape, keeping him in place. Keeping him behaved.

You pull out and he takes a deep breath at once.

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, Jonathan,” you grunt against his lips. “…but I get the impression that you’ve been wanting this for a long, very long time, if all of this stuff is any indication.” You gesture towards the open safe between you, below you.

He nods quickly in your grip. “Yes! Yes, I can’t— can’t stop thinking about it. About…” He seems to get abashed. “I wouldn’t— mind if—”

“If…?” You give his lower lip a small bite.

Jonathan gasps before resuming. “Like— I know i-it’s my first time in— you know— but, l-like…” He breathes quickly when you kiss the corner of his lips, his cheek, his temple. “…like… I’ve always… had this…”

His red-faced silence urges you to give him encouragement. “This… ‘fantasy’?”

“Oh my God,” and he starts laughing nervously, because you’re right, because you’re so attuned to him he can’t believe it. “Y-Yeah. Well— It’s— Um… Where it— wouldn’t be…”

You hum in interrogation.

“Oh my God are you gonna make me say it.” You chuckle at this rushed mumble of his, and he answers in kind. “Um… I’m trying to say th-that… I wouldn’t mind if— if you weren’t… gentle.”

This is Hell. This is Hell and Heaven in the same place. Does Jonathan have any idea of what he’s unleashed? He’s just basically revealed that he wants you to be rough with him on his first time bottoming. And, for the love of God, isn’t that a vision. This shy, inexperienced —at least in this aspect— boy wants you to have your way with him, like the secret little pervert you’ve found he is, thanks to the safe full of literal sex toys right under you both. This fantasy of his is just so in tune to yours that you want nothing more than to fulfill it.

But.

There’s a problem. A little problem with this.

You kiss him shortly, and walk around the safe until you’re kneeling in front of him, between his legs on the bed. He has to look up from under his lashes. You caress his neck with both hands and he seems to melt against you.

“Babe. You have no idea how much I want that.” Jonathan trembles in your hands. “But… we’re gonna need a lot of lube and prep.”

“Sure, yeah. Of course. I know.” But does he know? You think he’s not exactly aware of how much you’re implying with this, but before you can open your mouth, he beats you to it. “I just— need to grab. It. The lube.” He reaches to the side and grabs one of the two tubes of lubricant in his safe. The neutral one. “And… well… Just… get prepared.” He starts giggling like he just said something extremely funny, and you can’t help but join in. “But… I need to see what I’m working with, first, i-if you know what I mean.” Jonathan puts as much enticement in his voice and face as he can, even as he stutters his way through it.

This is the part you were worried about. You just don’t know how he’s going to react when he sees it. Even then, you start undoing your pants, slowly, his giddiness beating his nervousness now. “Okay, sweetheart. But maybe you should let me ease you into it—”

“Don’t worry about that,” he rushes to say, putting his own hands on yours, helping you undo the button and flyer with shaking hands. “Sorry I’m so eager. I just… can’t stop thinking about it.” He hooks the fingers of both hands under your underwear and starts pulling down as he keeps rambling. “Like, I’m… sort of dying for it? And you know it since you can see all the things I have here, and I’m always kind of ready, and— w-well, um…”

His voice dies down as your cock is revealed. Here’s the point where he’s completely silent, just staring at it, mouth open as if in wonder. Or maybe horror.

Because the thing about this particular fantasy of his, of wanting to have his virginity just ripped out of him, can’t be entirely possible without a good amount of pain now that he knows how big you are.

“Ah…?” Jonathan stares at it with a terrified smile. Then looks up at you. Gestures at your member with a loose finger, looks at it again. “H-How… Is it r-real?”

You give him a sympathetic half-smile, half-grimace. “It’s— Yeah. It’s very real. Unfortunately.”

Is it bad news that he doesn’t have a giddy comeback for that? Just silence?

“Look, Jon, we don’t have to do this anymore. We can just… I don’t know. Play a bit, if you want. Not do anything at all—”

“No, no, no, no. None of that. I just…” He seems to compose himself a little bit. Exhales a small laugh. “I needed… a second, back there. Sorry for— that. I still— you know. Maybe you’re right.” Jonathan’s hands nervously reach the sides of your cock, not laying on it yet. “We need. A lot of prep.”

You notice his eagerness and take his hands in yours, guiding them until they’re wrapped around your cock.

He exhales so shakily. He can’t even fully close his fingers around your member.

“You sure you want to?”, you have to ask, because he’s just so small compared to you. You’re so afraid of hurting him —in a bad way. In a way he doesn’t want.

He bites his lip as he nods. Then, as his face turns a darker shade of pink, he starts getting the most sly look on his face. You narrow your eyes playfully, attempting to understand what he’s trying to convey. His small hands on your cock rub up and down, slowly, the strokes a bit dry without lube but a nice feel nonetheless.

“Okay,” you say. “Gonna need a lot of lube for this, yeah?”

He nods again. Doesn’t speak, even though he looks like he wants to say something, but keeps it down.

You hum, and narrow your eyes again. “Okay?” You start leaning forwards, almost forcing him to start leaning back until he’s lying on the bed, his hands leaving your cock to aid himself.

He nods once more, this time frantically. He makes a small squeak when he feels the hot imprint of your big cock on his clothed thigh.

“Then…” You kiss him deliberately. His hands grab your shoulders. You withdraw after some few seconds. After you quickly take off his sweater and shirt at the same time, you’re back to lying on top of him fully. “I’m gonna need to see what I’m working with, first, don’t you think?”, you mumble against his lips, echoing what he said first.

Here’s when he starts shifting more in place. He appears to be eager, but holding back for something. Jonathan’s expression is one of heavy anticipation. His breathing is deep, ready for you. Even so, he nods one last time.

You kneel back up and start undoing his pants. Jonathan lies back on his arms, his legs slightly shifting in place. You give him a sly look that pins him in place, makes him so hot under the collar, and begin lowering his boxers just until his cock starts to show. He giggles, nervously, airily, and you can’t help but join in.

He whines in between his soft laughter. “Don’t laugh, okay? I know it’s small.”

He’s so pouty about this that you can’t help but lean forward and steal a short kiss from him. “Now, why would I laugh about that? Like it wouldn’t be one of the hottest things from you.” Your hands finally uncover his hard cock while he’s sputtering at what you’ve just said.

And it is hot. It is hot to you that Jonathan is simply so small compared to you, in every aspect. His cock is just perfect, would fit like a dream in your big hand. So you try just that.

Jonathan flails in the bed when he feels your fist enclosing around his member. He can’t help but thrust up into it repeatedly, all the while crying out at how good it feels.

But you’re mean to him. You use your other hand to hold his hips down, and your strength is too great for him to handle. He realizes he’s fully immobilized when he tries to push his hips up and can’t move even an inch. This sole fact makes him swoon, turns him into mush on your mattress, and he stops trying. Lets you be the one to lead the —slow, agonic— pace of your hand on his cock. It’s a thing of beauty: your hand is big enough to completely envelop his cock. The visual is so powerful that you feel your own throbbing hotly.

“Good boy.”

He moans so desperately this time, because it’s what he’s been dying for all along. It’s the first time you call him that.

“Yeah? You like being a good boy and staying still for me?”

He nods so quickly his hair shifts in place. “Yes. Yes, Sir.” Jonathan seems to realize that he just said this, and covers his mouth with both hands. He looks so abashed.

So you encourage him. “Such a good boy for me, calling me ‘Sir’. Don’t be ashamed now, gorgeous. You did it once already.”

Jonathan seems even more agitated by this. “I did?!”

He’s adorable. You hum in response. “Yes. So don’t get shy on me. Be nice and I’ll give you everything you need.”

His face does something so obscene now. His eyes cross and he lies down completely, moaning like he’s already coming, except he’s not. You’re afraid he might be too close, so you slowly pull your closed fist off him. His moan breaks in the middle of it, and you moan in response, almost mocking him as it ends in a small chuckle.

“Come on. I still need to see what I’ll be working with, yeah?”

It’s like the moment is slightly broken as soon as you say this. He nods, but is quiet now.

You lie on top of him, covering his body with yours, and it seems like he finds the height difference so utterly hot that he can’t help but release a little titter. You smile at him fondly. Now his arms encircle your shoulders, and you meet his lips in the middle, so slowly and softly that he turns into mush. While your left arm goes around his neck, both to hold him and to keep yourself up, your right hand starts the descent down his bare back, teasingly, loving every minuscule writhing it feels as it goes. Calloused fingertips caress his spine, the dimples on his lower back, then go right under his underwear beneath his pants. Jonathan whines as your big hand takes hold of his left cheek, fondling it almost roughly, and the thought is simply too much for him. He pulls off the kiss and hides his face in the crook of your neck, almost sobbing with how much he’s feeling.

Your fingers approach the place you’ve been looking for all this time. Except…

You feel something hard. Something flat and wide where his entrance should be, and you immediately know what it is.

“Jonathan.”

He pulls off your neck just the tiniest bit, only to look at you with a mortified look, as you said it so strongly, almost like you were reprimanding him.

But he’s turning you feral, so you grab his hips to quickly turn him around and have him face down while he yelps. You hold his hips up as he’s too dumbfounded to react yet and pull down his pants and underwear, only down to his thighs and he can do no more than cover his face with his hands.

There’s the metal buttplug in all its glory.

“I knew it! I knew there was something missing in the box!” The visual is so stunning. To know that he’s been wearing this all this time…

Jonathan whines like a kicked puppy. “I-Is it too much? I’m sorry, I thought you would like—”

“Oh, no, no, baby. This is just perfect. Feel.” You lay your hard, throbbing cock on his right asscheek and he makes a sound like he’s drowning. “Can you feel how hard you made me? You’re such a good boy, Jon. Got ready for me without me having to tell you.”

Jonathan moans almost like he’s yelling, then presses his face against the bed.

You lie on top of his back, your chest molding over it. “It means it won’t take too long to fit my cock in you,” you all but growl next to his ear, and he sobs. Your right hand grabs the base of the plug, and even that little thing has him wailing. “You know, I gotta ‘fess up. Some minutes ago I was about to say ‘It’s cute that you think this is big’.”

“Oh my God!”

“Yeah! I was just as shocked,” you say conversationally as you twist the plug in him, his feet kicking up and down the bed. “I thought, ‘does he really think this is big? Oh boy, what’s he gonna say when he sees my cock?’”

Jonathan’s response is a warbled, unintelligible noise.

“Let me see just how ready you are.” Your fingers start pulling the buttplug out, and he’s wailing and thrashing on the bed as you do. You’re probably the first person to anally stimulate him, and you know just how sensitive the first time can be. “Now, be a good boy and stop moving, yeah?”

His movements halt to a stop, though he’s clearly shaking, like it’s a huge effort for him.

“That’s a good boy. So good, Jonathan. So obedient.”

Jonathan’s response is a wet, “Thank you, Sir.”

“So polite, too. Let me see.” You pull the buttplug out until the widest part is stretching his entrance, something that makes him whimper and have to try even harder to not move. “Hm. This is a good size. Perfect to stretch you just wide enough for your favorite dildo, isn’t it? Tell me.”

The boy under you takes deep, whining breaths, trying to calm himself down, before understanding he’s been given an order. “Y-Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” You pull the plug out even more, but push it in back, slowly, then back and forward again, creating a short rhythm that has Jonathan scrambling for a grip on the bed. “Let’s see how open you are.”

“Fuck!” Your words have him cursing out in ecstasy, but he then quickly recants. “I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Oh, Jonny. No need to apologize for that. So fucking hot when you curse.” You take the plug out as he whines, and leave it to the side. He’s stretched open, enough that you think you could fit the dildo, or two, maybe three of your fingers.

Still. Not open enough for you.

Your thumbs open his hole, making him clench around nothing. “You’re a good boy, baby. You did so much already. Can you stay good for me and let me stretch you more?”

“More?!”

You cackle. “Yes, sweetness. This is obviously not enough for my cock. I might hurt you if I fucked you as you are right now.” It seems like either your words alone or the situation in general make his legs stop working. He starts slipping down, almost collapsing on the bed, before you hold him up with your right arm. “Oh, what’s wrong, baby? Too much?”

“N-No— No, sorry, Sir. I’ll be g-good. Please stretch m-me more.”

You give him a low chuckle. “You are being good. Let me help you.” You stretch your left arm and grab the pillow in your bed, folding it in half to double its height. It goes under his hips now. “Lie down on it.” Jonathan obeys, but it’s obvious that he’s now incidentally found a place to rut his leaking cock against, because he moans so brokenly, but stills immediately. You decide to ignore this for the moment. “Better?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

You stretch until your face is near Jonathan’s and you give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Good.”

After this, you kneel up and turn your body around to look through the contents of his safe. Jonathan feels cold without your contact, but stays in his place.

“Will you let me use your favorite one?”, you ask him, pointing at the black dildo in the safe.

He has to turn his head a bit to see you, but bites his lip and nods. It seems like he’s a bit abashed now, because he doesn’t call you ‘Sir’ and rather hides his face in the bed while giggling this time, but this is not a conventional scene, so you don’t tell him off.

You just chuckle in sympathy. “Okay. Do you want me to use your lube?”

He struggles to talk, sounding muffled in the mattress, but then lifts his face up. “Wh-Whatever you find best, Sir.”

“That’s right,” you growl at him, fondling his ass and rubbing at his hole with your thumb. “Leave it to me.”

You take a condom from his safe and leave it to the side, next to the lube that’s already on the bed. Next, you take off your shirt, throw it somewhere around the floor, and start taking off Jonathan’s lower clothes. Once he’s completely bare, you pull off your own remaining ones until you’re both naked.

“Alright. This is what’s gonna happen,” you start, the authority in your voice leaving no place for argument, and Jonathan exhales shakily. “I’m gonna use this dildo in you, just to get you used to the feeling of a real man’s cock.” You rub the tip of the silicone dildo up and down his stretched hole, to which Jonathan whines. “Then, I’m gonna start adding fingers next to the dildo, so I can get you nice and open enough for my cock.” Your free hand fondles his right asscheek. “Then I’m gonna finger you a bit more, just because I feel like it. And then I’m going to fuck you.” Jonathan can’t hold back and moans as he tries to get more of your hand. “Sound good?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, yes, please, fuck me.”

You chuckle. “Eager.” You hold the dildo up. “You want me to use a condom on this?”

“Yes, please.”

Your face lowers to his ass and you leave a wet kiss on the cheek you were just fondling. “Good boy.” You reach out to grab another spare condom from the safe. You open it and lower it down the dildo. Then, you find the lube and spread it liberally on the sheathed toy. The tip of the tube goes on his ass, and you press on the tube to let some lube out. He flinches from the feel of it, and you chuckle. “Cold?” Jonathan nods, meekly. You close the lube, and leave it to the side for now.

Now, you hold the lubed dildo against his entrance, rubbing it around and softly pressing down to spread the lube.

“Ready?”

Jonathan nods and hides his face in the bed. He grabs the sheets for good measure.

The tip of the dildo goes in without much trouble, since he’s already stretched a good amount, but the way he clenches down repeatedly and moans is just so sinful.

“Oh, God. Sir.”

“Feels good?”

He nods quickly. “C-Can you put more in, please?”

Now you stretch over him and bite his nape. “Of course.” You push the rest of the dildo in him, slowly, but you think you could have done it all at once, since he takes it so nicely. The base of the dildo is flat and wide, easy to maneuver and push fully against his ass. “‘This a suction cup?”

“A-Ah… y-yes, Sir. Somet-times I like r-riding it.”

“That’s so fucking hot, Jonny. Maybe I’ll have you ride me sometime. How’s that sound?” You start pulling the dildo back, and then quickly push it in him.

He moans. “Y-Yes— Sounds s-so good, S-Sir.”

You lick a stripe up his spine to his nape, enjoying the unintelligible blubber he makes and the shiver of his body. “Good.”

You can only thrust in a few couple of times, receiving steamy moans from your boy every time, until he says: “Please! Stretch me m-more, Sir.”

“You want it now? But I was so entertained with this—”

“Please please please please Sir I need it.” His hips push the tiniest bit towards your hand.

“Oh, you got it so bad. Well. I guess I could,” you answer, like it’s a huge effort for you to give him this. Your right hand grabs the lube, opens it, and you expertly pour some on the same fingers that are holding the tube. Then you close it and leave it to the side. You rub your fingers together to spread the liquid better. Your left hand pulls the dildo out just a frame, enough for your right index finger to be able to press on his stretched rim, right under the dildo. “Just relax for me, baby.”

You let him take a deep breath before you start pressing down with force. Your fingertip starts opening his ass more, until it’s down to the first knuckle, then the second, and as Jonathan starts wailing and his feet moving frantically, you manage to fit the entirety of your index finger.

“Take a deep breath. That’s it. Just like that.” You soothe him and he complies. “You’re being so good for me. How does this feel? Hurts?”

“N-No, Sir. Just… different. Good.”

“Yeah, I bet it does. I’m gonna stretch you open so much, gonna make you feel so good on my cock.” He moans so loudly at that. “Only pleasure for you, sweetness. No pain.” You start moving both the dildo and your finger in and almost completely out of him in tandem.

“I— ahhh— I don’t m-mind a bit of—”

“Oh, yeah? You like a little pain? That mean I can fit another finger right now?” Your middle finger teases his rim, and his legs shake.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

So you begin pushing in the second finger, knowing it has to, at the very least, sting a bit, not having let him get used to the first finger yet. This time, it’s a tighter fit. The trembling in his body is almost frenetic at this point. He doesn’t know whether he wants you to keep going or stop, but you don’t give him a moment of respite until your second finger is all the way in.

He breathes in like he was just about to drown.

“Still good?”

This time, he takes a bit longer to answer. Some seconds pass until he nods, though it’s a more hesitant gesture now. The thumb of your right hand soothes the skin around his rim. Jonathan deserves a reward for being so good, so your thumb presses down against his perineum.

He screams.

“‘You ever done that? Play with your prostate from the outside?”

Jonathan moans like he’s crying and shakes his head.

You give him a small external massage on that place while you start a rhythm with both hands, in and out of him. Not much time passes until he no longer feels strung out, moaning freely and relaxing against the bed. Even now, as hard as he is and as much as you know he wants stimulation on his leaking cock, he hasn’t pressed himself against the pillow even once. He’s so obedient. You have no idea how you got so lucky.

You give him more of this, until he starts pushing back at you, just a minimum fraction. “C-Can you put another, Sir?”

“Of course, baby.” The ring finger is going to be the last one, you think. He’ll be sufficiently stretched after it, only enough to fit your cock but not too much. That way, he’ll truly feel the stretch, which is what you know he wants. So you start entering your last finger next to the ones already in, and this time, it’s a true challenge. There’s almost no more room. Not even the fingertip can be let in. “I’m gonna need you to relax more, sweetness. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good boy for me again?”

He’s breathing so noisily. He takes some seconds to try that before nodding. You press forward again, though not much changes.

“Try to push out a bit, yeah?”

“‘Push out’?!” He’s so scandalized at that that he laughs nervously, but still does as he’s told.

You’re now able to enter him better. The slide is difficult, made only a tad easier by the lube, and you manage to fit your finger bit by painstaking bit, until you have three fingers in him alongside the dildo.

Jonathan starts sobbing.

“Oh, Jon. Hurts too much?”

He can’t even answer. He’s so overwhelmed that he has to press his face against the bed to compose himself. “N-No,” is his hoarse answer. “I l-love it. I just… feel so full.”

“Yeah? You sure?” Your thumb gives him some stimulation. “Should I keep going?”

“Y-Yes, please. Sir. Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my boy.” You start a slow pace, still letting him get used to this. Jonathan’s hands grip the bedsheets on the sides of his head. His legs fold and shake, like he can’t control them. “You’re an angel. So obedient.”

He keens at the praise.

“So pretty when you cry, too. You’d make the best picture right now.”

“Oh my God.”

“Don’t you think? I imagine you could bring the camera next time and you could take pictures of yourself, crying as I’m fucking you.” You chuckle. “I mean, if you’re coherent enough.”

He does the most pornographic sound now, like he’s an animal in heat. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Sir. Please.”

The state he’s in is simply too good for the eyes. You grunt as you rub your untouched cock against his thigh, leaving a trail of precum on it. He makes a little trill when he feels it. “You sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, Sir. N-Need your cock. Need you t-to fuck me hard.”

You try to calm down and appear nonchalant. “Hmm…” You start pulling out the dildo and your fingers at the same time. He yelps, sounding almost pained when he’s empty. “I thought I was calling the shots here. I remember saying I would play a bit more after this.” With that, you press four fingers in him, an easy slide now that he’s so stretched, and start a ruthless pace in and out of him.

He screams so loudly, so high-pitched, that you’re almost afraid he’ll be hoarse by the end of this. “N-Noooo— please— Sir, I n-need—!”

You lay your left hand on his left cheek, not hard enough to slap, but hard enough for it to count as a tap, and he gasps. “I’ll give you what you need, boy. Now stay still.”

“Y-Yes— sorry, S-Sir. Th-Thank you, Sir.” Jonathan stills as much as he can, still loudly crying. The tears that roll down his cheeks make him look so debauched.

“My good boy.” Your fingertips press harshly against that bundle of nerves, and this has him thrashing for a second until your other hand gropes him hard, and he keeps still once more, but it’s a huge effort now. It’s a fast pace against his prostate now. You intend to have him beg for your cock even more before you cave in, but until then, you’re going to have your fun. You push out and pull in, fast and hard enough for his body to jiggle and for your fingers to tap his prostate hard.

He cries so much, whines like he’s being denied something. “Ah— Sir, I-I’m gonna come t-too soon— if y-you— keep—”

“Yeah? Ever come just from this? From playing with your prostate?”

He shakes his head, making small pleas here and there.

“Fucking hot. I bet I could make you cum on my cock alone.” Jonathan yells when he hears that.

You quickly pull your fingers out before he can start clenching repeatedly. He makes a shrill noise.

Your hands spread him. “Look at how wet and open you are for me. Did such a good job letting me in.”

And he cries so hard now. “Please!”

“It’s okay, baby. You did so good. You deserve a reward.” You wipe your wet hand on the sheets and grab the remaining condom. After tearing it open as quickly as you can and rolling it on your hard cock, you pour some of the lube. Then, you lay the length of your sheathed cock in-between his cheeks. “Feel how different this is. Very warm, right? Unlike your little dildo here. And so big, too.”

Jonathan moans so desperately, his words —if they can be considered that— unintelligible.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good. Gonna ruin you for all these toys of yours.”

“Oh my G— oh my God.”

You press the tip of your cock against his stretched entrance. Immediately, his hands reach back, looking for yours. You take his hands and stroke them. “Nervous?”

He takes deep breaths before answering. “Y-Yes.”

“I’m gonna start very slow, so don’t worry.”

“I-It’s— it’s not that. It’s— okay— you can g-go f—”

“You want me to go fast?” One of your hands, your right one, gives his own one last caress and you then grab your member. “Let’s just start slowly, yeah? Then we’ll see.”

Jonathan has nothing to say to that, because in the next moment, you start pushing in, easily, up to a certain point. He starts breathing in and out frenetically, almost to the point of hyperventilation, when the last of your head struggles to push in. He wails, he sobs, his legs kick against the bed, and he holds onto your left hand like it’s his lifeline. “Hurts.”

“Yeah? Should we stop?” Your right hand strokes along his back, trying to soothe him.

“N-No, I l-like it. More. Please.”

You chuckle. “Who knew you were such a size queen, Jon?” You don’t give him time to get used, then. Pushing forward more and more, you find he tries to push out at the same time, just like you’ve told him little time ago. Even that seems to only help him minimally. He grunts at the effort of fitting such a big cock in him. “Almost there, sweetheart.” You start giving him short thrusts, in and out, trying to get him acclimated.

“S-So full. So full, Sir.”

“I know, baby. I know.” Your short thrusts go further each time, until there’s only a very short space until you bottom out.

Jonathan’s left hand grabs onto yours strongly, but he’s pushing you to him now.

“Oh, you want all of it?”

With one forceful thrust, you bury yourself in him entirely.

Jonathan’s sound is undescribable. He sounds like he’s crying, babbling something, and choking at the same time. His body seems to lose all its strength, because he all but collapses on the bed in his position; the only reason why he’s still up is because of the pillow under him and your left hand grabbing his.

You’re afraid he might have passed out.

“Jon?” You shake his shoulder with your right hand.

He makes the most fantastic noise in response. It’s something so vulgar, so raspy, and it almost sounds like he’s gone stupid with pleasure.

You can’t help but chuckle. “Feel good? Doesn’t hurt?”

Jonathan doesn’t answer verbally at first. He makes sounds as if he were drawing in as much breath as he can, and then answers: “Uh-huh.”

“Gonna need words, sweetness. What does that mean?” You’re so amused at him, and at the same time think he’s the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

His left hand, which has sort of gone slack on yours, moves to let you know he’s not completely out of it. “It’s. G-Good. Hurts s-so good.” Before you can answer, he continues. “W-Want you to fuck m-me fast. Please.”

“Fuck, baby. You sure you can take it?”

“Y-Yes— I like n-not taking… not taking time when I…”

“Oh, I get it now.” Immediately, you pull back, and push in forcefully, making him scream. You start a fast pace right away as he thrashes as much as he can. “What a little pervert you are, Jon. You like pain,” a strong thrust, “…you like it big,” another even stronger one, “…and you’re so greedy you can’t even wait for it.” The force of your thrusts create loud slapping noises against his ass, only rivalled by his screams. “It’s like I got the fucking lottery, here.”

The fact that Jonathan didn’t want to get used to the size of your cock makes the beginning part of this so much more exerting. It feels like his nerve endings are on fire, and everything feels so much, overwhelming. He’s crying so loud it’s almost worrying, but he loves every second of this. Loves having to work to fit such a big member in him, have it fuck him so deeply, unlike any of his toys ever could. The searing heat of your cock has tears falling down his face. And the friction is undescribable. It almost feels like he’s not prepared enough, not lubed enough, but he is. He’s just too small in comparison to you, not made to fit something so big in him. But his hard work is paying off, because his insides keep stretching more and more with every thrust given into him, opening him so much that he feels as if you were carving your place into him.

“So fucking pretty when you cry, too.”

Jonathan moans desperately when he hears your praise. He’s so sensitive to it, even the smallest nice words can have him leaking more onto the pillow.

And then, in one of those thrusts, your cock presses down against his prostate.

“Sir!” He shouts it so loudly. “Again again please again.”

“That place feel good?” You don’t give him what he wants in its entirety. You start fucking against his prostate in random intervals, only enough to keep him on his toes, but not enough to overwhelm him. “Damn, Jonathan. I’m so deep in you, stretching you so much, I can feel it. You’re gonna be gaping so bad after this.”

For some reason, that’s his breaking point. He shocks himself with the way he’s suddenly cumming so hard against the pillow, untouched, while you struggle to keep fucking him through his clenching.

“Already? That’s so fucking hot, Jon,” you grunt as you start slowing your thrusts, but he shocks you with what he says.

“D-Don’t stop— please— don’t st-stop.”

You chuckle. “Y’sure? It’ll take a bit more for me, baby.” You continue your hard thrusts, not slowing down even a minimum fraction while he’s still in the last throes of his orgasm.

You know he’s done cumming when his moans start turning into desperate yells. When every single second of friction has him thrashing and screaming against you, you decide to test the waters. You lie fully on top of him, covering his chest with your back, opting to give him short, quick thrusts that dig deep into him.

“Come on. You wanted this, didn’t you?” Your cock inadvertently presses against his prostate without you meaning to, and his crying gets louder and more desperate. “Didn’t you?”, you have to repeat, just in case he’s about to regret it.

“Ah—! Y-Yes, Sir. I l-love it.”

“Yeah? You like when I use you?”

At that, Jonathan can do no more than wail and have his body try to curl in itself, unable to take the overwhelming sensations. “Yes! Please, u-use me, S-Sir. I’m y— I’m your t-toy!”

He’s going to be your ruin. Quickly, you encircle his torso with your arms and lift him so that he’s sitting up with you. “Hold onto my neck.” He’s so out of it that he doesn’t understand the order until you’re gathering his legs with your arms, hooking them on the juncture of your elbows, and then standing up, lifting him and dropping him on your cock while he scrambles for purchase on your neck.

“Oh my God.”

Your arms, still holding his legs, slide up his body until your hands manage to hook against his nape, and he’s now in such a vulgar position it could very well appear in the raunchiest of skin mags. Once he understands that he’s about to be fucked like this, in such a helpless position, he sobs even harder.

“Sir.”

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You fuck up into him harshly, keeping him in place with your strong grip, though the jostling of your thrusts moves him up a slight fraction. Jonathan’s hands scramble for a grip on your arms this time, feeling how deep this position allows you to reach. His eyes roll back with every strong push, feeling how it pushes against the deepest part of him, a pressure so intense it’s almost painful against the end of his walls. He feels almost as if you were thrusting right into his stomach with how big you are. And he wails when most of your thrusts push against his prostate. The frequency with which you’re stimulating it is too much for him, pushes him closer and closer to delirium the more time that passes.

You don’t talk now, too engrossed in witnessing Jonathan losing his sanity, even if you can’t see his face. It’s so hot to see how he doesn’t sob that much anymore, rather starts moaning, fully accustomed to your cock now. You hold him tighter against you and give him a short, quicker pistoning of your cock, and the gradual change is almost unbearable: his moans turn into high-pitched whines, then into simple gasps, and then.

And then he starts making noises that sound as if he were giggling. Laughing even.

“Oh, my boy,” you grunt near his ear, because you’re getting close, and then chuckle. “You’re losing it.”

The euphoria in Jonathan’s face will be unforgettable for sure. He’s simply so debauched, eyes rolling back and almost drooling from the overwhelming feelings. His hands barely holding onto your arms, since his strength is weaning. But he’s coherent enough to rasp out: “In me. C-Come in— me, S-Sir. W-Want you to c-cum inside. Want t-to cum with you.”

His words have you fucking him so roughly now that his previous loud moaning resumes. You’re almost there. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up even more?” It’s all useless talk since you have a condom on, but the visual is so stunning you can’t help but add fuel to the fire.

Jonathan can’t even speak from how stimulated he is, but he doesn’t need to. The crazed laugh he releases at your words is more than enough answer.

“Yeah, you do.” Your thrusts turn erratic. You growl at his ear. “Now, be a good boy and come.”

Almost as if on command, Jonathan’s body seizes, and something truly spectacular happens. He comes, he comes so hard that his mouth is open on a silent scream, and he comes so hard that he starts— convulsing in your grip, thrown into a full-body orgasm that almost pushes him off you.

His repetitive clenching is enough to push you to the edge. You fill the condom inside him as your thrusts halt in small bursts, all while grunting right into his ear.

His erratic movements are so prolonged, so intense that you’re worried about him, so you sit on the edge of the bed, then lie down, taking him with you as you do and lower his legs as softly as you can. Then, he stops.

His body goes fully lax against you just as the last of your orgasm ends.

“Jon?” You take his face in your right hand, unable to see him in this angle. You pull out of him with him still on top of you, and he doesn’t even make a noise, doesn’t move a single muscle. You lay him on the bed next to you and crawl until you’re face to face with him.

Right in that moment, he regains consciousness, coming to with a high-pitched gasp. He looks disoriented for a second.

“Damn, you worried me for a second, Jonny.”

He’d make the prettiest picture just like this. Debauched, clearly just fucked, hair messed up, tear trails down his cheeks. “H-How long—”

“Just a second, sweetheart.”

Jonathan relaxes against the bed, breathing deeply, until he regains his footing. Then, he smiles at you. “Thank you, Sir.”

You chuckle at him, and lie next to him, holding him close to you. “Why are you thanking me?”

It seems like he regains some of his bearings, because he gets shy again, and presses his face against your chest. “I dunno,” he mumbles against your skin.

He’s so precious. Only he could get this abashed right after the most obscene sex ever had.

“You were right. You ruined me for anything else. How am I supposed to use these now?” He vaguely gestures at the open safe you had totally forgotten was still on the bed.

You laugh out loud. “Well. It’s a good thing you’re not gonna need them anymore. Not when you have me.”

The cassette is ASMR, but I didn’t want to use that acronym specifically because I read that ASMR was invented around 2010.

And yes I put Jonathan in a full nelson in the end.

[elkieanddoppo]

chuuya joining ada temporarily because of a deal between fukuzawa and mori. and then fukuzawa assigning him to do missions or cases with kenji and dazai. fukuzawa orders kunikida to rest in the meantime. just do the usual paperworks.

kunikida felt very relieved that dazai is off his back for once. hes very thankful for nakahara even tho it's just an order.

but what is this feeling.... of emptiness.

everyday, he comes into the office, works on papers, chuuya comes in with dazai, dazai annoys chuuya, night comes, chuuya and dazai walks out bickering with each other, an hour later kunikida finishes his work, and he goes home. it was quite peaceful. it was too peaceful for him.

dazai hasnt annoyed him for days. i mean, he does, but it's only when chuuya isnt in the room or when they meet in the hallways.

hes embarrassed to admit it outloud but.... he misses dazai. his partner.

he knows nakahara was also his partner back then. when dazai was still in the mafia. but that was BACK THEN.

nakahara should not be tantalizing his partner... kunikida know hes beau– physically attractive but thats not a reason to keep dazai all to himself.

kunikida sat infront of his computer as he daydreamed on how to kill a certain mafia executive. he knows that he probably wont succeed but he can try.

suddenly, someone approached him and knocked on his desk to get his attention.

"jealous, are you, kunikida?" it was ranpo, smirking. he cleared the desk and sat down.

"i dont know what you're talking about, ranpo-san."

"youre bad at lying, kunikida. plus IM the greatest detective. i KNOW for a fact that youre lying."

kunikida sighs, "what do you want"

"hehe nothing. it's just so amusing to watch you seethe in jealousy when the only reason why dazais clinging to chuuya these days is because chuuyas helping him in choosing a place where dazai will ask you out." ranpo chuckled and stood up from the table while removing the imaginary dust from his clothes. he grabbed a lollipop from his pocket and started eating it, nonchalantly as if he didnt just dropped the biggest secret chuuya and dazai has been keeping from kunikida.

"what. the fuck."

"oops! i accidentally said it. well, just forget about it!" ranpo said as he walked away.

"I CANT JUST FORGET ABOUT IT?!" kunikida stood up from his seat as he looked at the man-child walking away.

but as soon as he said it, the agency door opened, revealing the two men they were talking about earlier.

dazai was laughing, "what did he say again to make you this pissed, kunikida-kun?~"

"ugh, i really hate that guy.... i really pity you for having that guy and this waste of bandages as your colleagues.." chuuya sighed.

kunikida doesnt know what to say. after hearing what ranpo told him, his brain just stopped working.

"i-i- uh.. well..... nothing haha. hes just *clears his throat* being silly.. as usual."

"hm? you know, have i ever told you that you're really bad at lying, ku-ni-kida-kunn~~" dazai said as he inched closer to the blonde. as in his lips is almost touching the other's

kunikida turned red from that. even redder than kyouka's kimono.

"i-i...." kunikida fainted.

"oh!" dazai caught him.

"i swear to arahabaki, if you killed him even before getting to confess...." chuuya sighed from the umpteenth time today.

[yostresswritinggirl]

𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐢 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

pairing -> Tighnari x Kshahrewar!Reader

word count -> 3,666

themes : fluff, pining, strangers to friends (to not yet lovers), spoilers to Tighnari's story quest. This is part 1 of 3.

Komorebi - sunlight, filtering through the leaves of trees. Bring to his unknowing heart these specks of warm feelings. Love the vague emotion, the innocence, the memory.

"Kulilu!"

"Paimon and Traveler will make sure to visit you every week, Karkata!"

Sensing the end of the conversation, knowing full well that they're intruding on someone's working hours, the Traveler would turn away from the mechanical crab to look at the forest watcher. Intending to say their goodbyes, his intentions were forgotten at the sight of the fox hybrid deep in thought.

Unalert for once as Tighnari's gaze lingered on the object in his hand. It was one of those pictures, Traveler deduced as he made his way over, the image getting clearer - it's a photo he hasn't seen from the pile the forest watcher had laid out when they barged into Pardis Dhyai.

"I can tell you're wondering about something," Tighnari was quick to cross his arms, photo still dangling between his fingertips. "Well? Out with it already." He was no mind reader, but he can tell what the subject could be with the way the other's golden irises followed the object of interest.

Though neither of them brought it into conversation when the floating companion was quick to open her mouth upon reaching the two, eyes sparkling with unabashed curiousity as she points at the image. "Oh! What's that one? Paimon didn't see that earlier!"

With a defeated sigh, Tighnari simply stretched his hand out to show the picture without much restraint, knowing full well that coming clean would be easier than deflecting or paraphrasing what's in it.

What the duo saw was identical to the other photos - a Sumeru scholar taking a picture with Tighnari. However, this one had obvious changes, something Paimon gasped at and exclaimed in exaggerated surprise. "Woah! Look, Tighnari's smiling in this one, how is that even possible?!" Which prompted the man in question to pull back with an unamused glare. "Oops, did I say that outloud?"

"What did I say about yelling?" Beneath all that, the Traveler continued to mull over the photo even when it was out of their sight already. There's more to it than Tighnari's rare smile. Like the fact that he wasn't in his forest watcher attire, and instead wearing the same uniform as the scholars from the Akademiya. There was also something in the hand of the unknown person, a familiar yellow flower, seemingly held in utmost care while they posed for the picture.

Huh, now that he thought about it - the Traveler zeroes in on a similar flower pinned by Tighnari's right shoulder.

"Alright, alright," the forest watcher raised his hands up in what seems to be defeat, sensing two pairs of eager eyes staring holes through his head. His ears twitched in alertness and an unknown emotion only he is privy to. "I supposed I can indulge on your curiousities seeing as you had been a great help yesterday."

Yet the moment his gaze landed on the photo again, all of him seemed to have melted, calmed in an instant. "Well, where do we start..."

The day he first saw you is permanently etched at the back of his mind, like the symptoms of a hallucination-induced fever, like the blooming pattern of a nilotpala lotus.

Unforgettable, whether he wants it to be or not.

It was one of those days where the Akademiya wasn't being a pain, and his unlikely friend wasn't bombarded with Matra work (although, if it comes to playing cards, he knew the man would make time no matter what), crowded by fellow scholars watching their duel. Genius Invokation TCG.

Tighnari didn't really know what brought him to notice, but there was some kind of pull the moment he caught the figure in his peripheral. A fellow scholar with three books in hand, not even sparing their little crowd a glance as you disappear behind the doors to the Akademiya, robes fluttering in tandem with your hurried steps.

Since then, that brief glance lingered every time he was out by the benches with Cyno, playing mat draped between them as they played. Tighnari didn't even see much other than a simple side profile, yet whenever he raises his stare from the game, he would involuntarily look for some kind of sign.

Despite anticipating and searching, it was still a shock the next time he'd seen you around, in full view for him.

This time you're part of the crowd, spectating their routine game while still being a modest distance away from their space.

You were leaning a bit, trying to look at Cyno's cards over his shoulder. That was an enjoyable experience watching your unsuspecting self look as serious as his opponent, nodding when he assumes that a good card was pulled, shaking your head when it wasn't, and cringing when a particularly bad move was made.

It was even better when Cyno looked quite proud of his turn while you're behind him sputtering; usually when that happens, Tighnari wins the round without fail.

When there's more than two books in your arms during break time, he's come to learn that you wouldn't linger for much longer, or at all.

So on the rare times that you could, the fennec fox hybrid would ask for another round, something that his companion would usually do.

He thought he was being slick.

Even though this impulsive behavior are unexplainable even to him.

Cyno speaking brought him back to reality, prying his attention from your fleeting figure, four books threatening to slip out of your arms.

"Pardon?" The general's fiery gaze was also faraway, until he made eye contact.

Cyno repeated the unfamiliar name. "That's the name of the Kshahrewar scholar you kept looking at."

"How do you know them?" The shock of the information overrode his embarrassment of being caught looking at you.

Placing his cards face down, the white-haired man leaned back on his hands as if preparing for a long conversation. "The Matra investigated them a while ago," his tall ears stand taut at the news, tense. "Something about taking electives for every darshan. The Akademiya thought that they were scheming about distributing the knowledge illegally..."

There was a pause too long after that pushed the normally patient Tighnari to be restless, antsy, so close to choking the information out of the general. "Well?"

Cyno had to fight back a smirk at the edge of his friend's voice. This little - "I quickly realized there wasn't anything bad happening, and the case was closed." A white eyebrow raising in amusement as the Amurta scholar seemed to breathe a loud sigh.

But there were still lingering thoughts in his mind reminiscent of being an Akademiya scholar, card game long forgotten.

"If there's no hidden agenda, then what's the explanation for their behavior?"

You have an obsession, Cyno wanted to reply instead. There were only so much that can occupy Tighnari's mind, and it's usually about flora and fauna. But for his loyal card game opponent, the least he could do was satisfy his curiousity.

"It's quite simple." The general's head turns to the Akademiya doors. "They're indecisive."

He thought it would end with that, with his curiousity satiated and questions half-answered, and things would return back to normal.

But Tighnari never half-assed anything. Never dipped his toes in the water and left it at that.

Was this how it felt like for those scholars who sought after canned knowledge? The addiction for the pursuit of forbidden knowledge? It felt like it, what Cyno unloaded to him, that he it wasn't something the general would normally be so open about.

Perhaps he indulged him just so he could focus on their game again.

Your name fell off his lips like it was a deity he could only worship in private, lynched if he were to be found uttering your name. Under your confused gaze, perhaps he shouldn't have been so casual.

"Oh? You know my name?" Your hand hovered over the back of the chair next to him, intending to take the seat next to him in the fairly empty classroom.

Out of the many times he had seen you walking to and from the Akademiya, seeing each other in his Spantamad elective class as classmates isn't what he imagined to be your first official meeting. His ears stand taut upon realizing his slip-up, the action catching your attention.

At least you're not looking at the tail that won't stop wagging behind him.

"Pardon me, I heard your name here and there. I didn't mean to be rude, my name's -"

"Tighnari, right?" This stupid tail won't chill! "You're pretty famous among the Amurta." The polite smile you offered released the tension in his body in one sweep that his ears almost drooped completely. He would not have been able to explain how he knew your name.

Tighnari graciously took your offered hand and shook it, more enthusiastic than he wanted to come off as. But feeling your hand grip his own finally cemented reality into his mind as if the events prior were but a skeptical dream. You are real and right in front of him.

"Can I take this seat?" Oh right, you're still standing.

"Please." Is that the right answer? "No one's seating there, if that's what you're worried about."

It felt surreal being this close after only ever seeing you from afar. The many books you had in your arms piled on the desk where he can see the titles; the way your hair framed your face and how it sticks out on some places as if you had messed it up in frustration that morning; the Kshahrewar badge on your hat reflecting the light and catching his attention.

His object of wonders in arms length. Everyday for one hour.

With the window of opportunity, glances became greetings, and meetings became much more frequent. Spantamad is a wonderful course but being partnered with a creative seatmate made it all the more entertaining.

Tighnari found out that your father was a mechanic and your mother graduated from the Akademiya before you enrolled. Because of your father's influence, you had been blessed with being able to create your own inventions, but you're still lost on what you really wanted to do with it. If you put your mind into it, you can think of solutions with the aid of machinery, so it wasn't really intelligence that you lack.

"Indecisive, huh..." The Amurta scholar mumbled to himself as he watched the Kshahrewar student hunched over a book at the House of Daena, hours of reading evident with the black bags under your eyes.

The best word to describe you is...

Uninspired.

Tighnari liked hearing you talk, rant, vent, anything that would keep his ears occupied. Even if it wasn't about the courses you're both dealing with, somehow he couldn't help but indulge in your numerous ideas. For once, he felt like he was being taught - as this time the conversation was about the elements and visions - over a course he wasn't so knowledgeable of. Why did he pick a Spantamad elective again?

You didn't have to have groundbreaking ideas to catch his attention that's often divided for his juniors, no, even just talking about random trivias you picked up from reading here and there had him hooked.

He finds it endearing how easy it was to fall into step with you, without having to one up one another or prove anything.

"If you were to get a vision," his eyes followed your fingertips, spinning a 'blank' vision on top of your shared table. "Which one would you want?"

The class you two shared focused on the elements of visions and how certain reactions happen when some elements interact. Each partner was given a blank vision to study and observe, inquire if they could, although there wasn't really anything to work with.

The question had him a bit flustered upon remembering a memory. And your observant eyes caught on to all the signs - his tail that won't stop swaying, his ears that twitched in random intervals, the pink that slowly colored his pale skin - all of which had you sitting straight, looking at him with obvious expectations.

He'd told this tale many times to friends, so why now does he feel embarrassed to say it? "A dendro vision." He spat out with great hesitance, but when you nodded and waited for more, he couldn't help but sigh. You're still curious. "I've always prayed to get one, so that I can make ladders to reach higher up fruits."

A beat or two later, you had to turn away and cover your mouth. Tighnari looked exasperated (tho you couldn't see that) at the way your shoulders bounced in silent laughter. He couldn't even admit that the sight and sound was endearing, focused on his regrets of opening up.

"I can't believe you, I shared a great secret with you and you're laughing."

"Nooo, it was just really, really-" funny. "Unexpected!"

His glare only spurred you on. When your conversation was cut off by the lecturer ending the class, he thought that the conversation would end there, finding a comfortable peace between you as you walked out of the Akademiya together.

There were no plans or routes in his mind, no destination. Tighnari hoped you didn't mind that he was sticking close.

"I think it would suit you," his brown-green irises looked up from watching your arms swing by. "A Dendro vision. They say those that are outstandingly smart or with an honest drive for knowledge gets one. You fit it quite nicely."

You complimented him. Well, not directly, but it can be read that way. He's reading it that way.

"W-Well I think you'd fit a Geo vision then." At this, you stared back at him with pure confusion, forehead creasing even. "Because you're quite attached to inventions? Creations? You know, constructs." His ears drooped when his statement became more and more unconvincing.

He only said those out of the blue without much thought, wanting to compliment back while also sounding smart.

But your skepticism told him he didn't really succeed on his plans. If it were plants, he would have been smoother with his praises.

"I'm not sure." Ah, that felt like a stab to the heart. "After all, Geo doesn't really have any synergy with Dendro."

Tighnari could barely function for the rest of the day then. Cyno, who usually enjoyed their duels together, looked quite irked at how easy the rounds were when fighting with an absent-minded Tighnari. But the scholar couldn't really care about his losses.

He felt like a winner already.

And he thought he was winning, you know.

Between the times you'd cheer him on when he had the time to play his silly card games (he wonders if when he didn't see you before, it was because you were looking over his cards behind him instead), walking to class together (despite only having one similar class), and catching up with one another outside of the Akademiya, he's gotten closer with you to an extent he didn't think he'd reach.

But it wasn't enough, and it dawned on him just how fast time passes. Next thing he knew, the last day of his Spantamad elective approached.

Tighnari can sense your worry at the not so subtle glances you sent to your seatmate. Perhaps it was obvious that there was something on his mind by how tense his tail seemed, but you didn't dare comment as you both listened to your lecturer and his closing statements.

"Visions are not just tools to harness elemental energy. Remember what we had learned from the case study in Inazuma, they carry within it their will, hopes and dreams. Parting from one's Vision can be akin to losing your vision, your motivation in life."

The Dendro Vision hanging by his waist felt heavier than usual.

"It has been an honor teaching you about the basics of ley lines and the elements, especially to those who are not under the Spantamad. May you carry these teachings, this marks the end of our class."

Chatter of gratitude and parting mixed together within the classroom as the professor dismissed everyone early to converse among themselves one last time. Yet despite the want - no, need to talk, Tighnari still had yet to find the right words to say to you.

Call him a pessimist, but he knew that this would perhaps be the last time he would be this close to you. He wanted to make it last, impart his own wisdom, anything that can help you in the trouble you had yet to decide upon.

Indecisive... Yet passionate. His olive brown eyes silently watched as you slowly packed your table, dragging the motion slow as if hesitant, unlike the times you were meticulous about time due to your next class being a major one.

It was only when you turned to look at him with hopeful yet somber eyes did he finally have the courage to speak, although without much thought behind them. "Don't forget what the professor said, keep your vision close and you would not lose your motivation." He turned to fully face you which you followed suit. "I know you can do anything so long as you put your heart to it. So follow that which makes you happy, and I'm sure things will turn out the best for you."

Tighnari barely remembered the words he has just uttered that day. The moment your confusion turned to determination, with the way you smiled gratefully over his sincerity, he knew that he made all the right decision.

"I'm going to miss being seatmates with a genius like you."

"I should be the one saying that." And you both shared a laugh, before inevitably departing in opposite directions.

The arrival of the new semester left Tighnari with nothing but conflicted feelings from his own overthinking, sitting down for his new Amurta class that he had forgotten what was about already. He felt both fulfilled and unsatisfied with the turn of events, even if he knew by heart that this is how it would end.

A scholar's curiosity is endless, but the search will always have its end. The chase, the mystery, all of it had lasted long enough for it to finally reach its finale.

The hybrid sighed. He just wasn't sure if he ended it right.

He sighed again when he heard the chair next to him be pulled, signalling a classmate occupy it for themselves. That's one thing too. Who would have thought he'd be so attached to the idea of who would be seating next to him, now with you as his standard, no one else could compare to being the greatest company —

"Can I take this seat?" His head whipped around so fast that his chin almost fell from his palm, his wide eyes staring into your mirthful ones.

"What are you doing here?" He hoped he sounded more curious than perplexed, but you simply took your seat next to him like you had done many times before. Your gaze refused to leave the blackboard at the front of the classroom, but he can clearly see the quirk in the corner of your lips.

"Just following what makes me happy."

"Ah, to think someone could make me ramble on like this over something that's not related to my profession." Tighnari's smile betrayed his words as he shook his head in a whimsical manner. "Anyways, after graduating, I went to Ghandarva Ville and they were asked to stay in the Akademiya. The rest is history."

The Traveler took time to absorb the heartwarming story, gold gaze lingering on the well-kept photo. Judging by the happiness of scholar Tighnari, they don't really see any reason to doubt the story. However out of character it may be to the forest ranger today.

Is that related perhaps?

"Aww, to think that Tighnari actually has the capacity to be that kind." Paimon mumbled as she looked over the Traveler's shoulder, also examining the photo. "Oh, but wait! Now that Paimon thinks about it, the flower in the photo!"

Tighnari's attention was already divided at this point, looking at Karkata at the other side.

"It looks just like the flower on your outfit! Ohh~ Is that a gift they gave to you? It's so sweet that you kept it!"

"What, this?" The fox gestured to the yellow flower on his person before looking at the two with a nonplussed expression. "You're heavily mistaken, this is a cactus flower only found in the desert. It's a gift from my father."

Well, that does make sense. However, that doesn't exactly explain the overall picture here. Perhaps Nahida had heavily influenced Traveler into overthinking things at this point.

"Oh, but, it's still kind of sad. You two seemed so close..." Looking at the photo one final time, Traveler offered it back to Tighnari who gratefully took it back. This time, it was him looking over it intently. "But because of your different darshans -"

"Oh, you're worried about that?" The fox hybrid couldn't help but laugh as he pocketed the photo ever so carefully. "There's no need to fret, we still see each other from time to time when our schedules align. Now where was I? Right, Karkata and I still have some notes to record while the day is still young. Do you still have any questions?"

Before Paimon can ramble any further, the Traveler simply shook his head and nudged his companion to let up. After all, they've done what they've sought after and took up most of the forest ranger's time already.

That, and he could at least feel that Tighnari isn't so keen to talk more about the matter.

Yet after they said their goodbyes and started leaving, Traveler couldn't help but look back one final time, his ears barely catching Tighnari's voice —

"I'm sure you'd love Karkata." His eyes closed with a long sigh, dropping his crossed arms as Karkata simply tilts its head.

Traveler took his leave before Tighnari could notice him idling by.

Next part will have spoilers to 3.2 archon quest.

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[kaidalark]

Bucky x femreader

A long car journey is made more interesting when Bucky discovers the book you are reading is full of steamy scenes.

Warnings: 18+, smut

I stretch out as much as I can in the cramped car dropping my book on the dashboard and huffing. "I'm bored." Bucky chuckles from the drivers seat "We've been driving for two hours."

"How far to go?" "Four hours."

I groan "Ergh thats so far." he chuckles "You bought three books, your phone and their is a radio." I shrug slightly "Guess I'm a little uncomfortable, chose the wrong book for a long car journey." he looks confused glancing at the cover which reveals nothing of its contents "How can you have chosen the wrong book?"

I pick it up again "Its got more steamy than I thought it would." Buckys fingers on the wheel turn white "Can't exactly fuck you in the car and all I really want is those talented fingers of yours, or your mouth or cock I'm not fussy. Perhaps recreat one of the scenes" Buckys breath hitches slightly "Y/N I'm driving."

I smile wickedly "I know genius." I open my book again "Read outloud." I blush slightly "What?" he doesn't take his eyes of the road "You heard me." I take a shaky breath and start reading

Sebastians hand rests on my thigh moving dangerously high under the table until it disappears completely under my skirt. I glare but he ignores it contonuing his conversation with his friends as his fingers inch higher pausing when they discover my lack of underwear.

He pushes my thighs apart dipping one finger along my slit already wet from his earlier teasing. I raise my drink to my lips to hide my gasp as he pushes a finger inside moving it achingly slow. One of his friends looks concerned "Are you alright? You look awfully warm." I smile taking another sip "I'm fine thank you." Sebastian adds a second finger before turning looking to all the world like a concerned boyfriend "You sure baby you do look warm?"

"I'm fine its just hot in here." he smirks offering his drink which is still full of ice "Here." I take it not failing to notice the ice cube he slips into his hand which also disappears under the table. He removes his fingers for a moment something very cold and wet pressing against my clit seconds later. Luckily I hide my gasp with a cough as he moves it in small circles making me squirm in my seat. he presses a kiss to my temple muttering so only I can hear "Hold still sweetheart."

I try my best as he buries his now cooled fingers deep into my pussy curling them perfectly each time slowly coaxing an orgasam from me. I grip his thigh tightly using my glass to hide my small beathy moans. Finally he removes his fingers cleaning them discreetly on his jeans continuing to talk like nothing just happened.

Buckys metal hand moves from the centre console to my thigh squeezing it gently "I didn't ask you to stop sweetheart." Rubbing my thighs together slightly I start reading again acutly aware of Buckys hand on my thigh and the fact I am only wearing a skirt with no underwear.

Sebastian and his friends all wander outside saying their goodbyes while I follow on shaky legs. He wraps an arm around my waist smirking "You cooled down a bit baby?" I nod and wave goodbye to his friends before he leads me away towards his car parked just down the road. I go to climb in yelping when he spins me around pressing me against the door. His lips crash into mine hands gripping my hips tightly "Naughty girl not wearing underwear." I grin "You liked it"

"Damn right I did. Nearly popped a boner in the club." I smirk reaching down to grip him through his trousers "Oops." he moans capturing my lips once more "Get in the car baby." With a final kiss he pulls away moving to his side of the car and climbing in. I collapse into my seat breathing heavily "Lift your skirt sweet thing." I glance at him as he starts the engine but as it is so dark outside and our windows are slightly tinted I do as told. He opens the glove department and pulls out a bright pink set of silicon beads "Be a good girl and put those in for me."

I take them "Get them nice and wet first baby." slowly I bring them to my mouth licking and sucking everyone before pushing them inside pausing a moment before pushing in the largest leaving only the retrival handle sticking out slightly. "Good girl." I don't dare move as he drives at some outrageous speed cock straining against his jeans. I know better than to lean over and free it, tonight he is in charge and I don't want to be punish not today.

I stop once again as Bucky begins pushing up my skirt still with his eyes glued to the road "You know I never realised how steamy your books are." He discovers my lack of underwear gripping my thigh tightly "Look in the glove box." with shaking fingers I do so discovering a bright pink vibrator with ridges all along the shaft. "Take it out sweetheart."

I do so holding the book in one hand and the toy in the other, he begins brushing my clit with featherlight touches the cold of the mteal making me shiver slightly "Fuck sweetheart this wet already." his fingers dip lower two disappearing inside. I grip the side of the chair to ground myself, is this really happening? Bucky curls his fingers making me moan, yes it is.

"Keep reading." "What!?" "Keep reading." I take a shuddery breath before opening the book once more trying to focus on the pages rather than the hand inbetween my thighs.

Sebastian must break every speed limit on the way home, slowing only when we reach the drive. Turning of the engine he sits with his hands clasping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white "I'm debating. Do I punish you for no underwear and teasing before we left this afternoon or do I reward you for being so good for me in the bar."

He sighs opening his door "Go upstairs and I'll decide what too do with you." I open the front door and almost collapse on the floor holding onto the handle as powerful vibrations spread along the toy. Sebastian chuckles darkly "Be a good girl and do as I asked. Upstairs and I don't want anything on either."

Steadying myself I manage three shaky steps before my knees buckle and I have to grab the wall to steady myself. Slick is leaking down my thighs and before I can get anyfurther Sebastian tugs my skirt to the ground and tears of my shirt leaving me completely bare "Too slow sweetheart."

I stop again digging my nails into the car door as Bucky adds a second finger his movements slow and unhurried "Bucky, please.' "Please what sweetheart?" I groan throwing my head back "Fuck don't stop." slowly he removes his fingers bringing them to his lips to lick clean, I wine in annoyance and go to use my own fingers to finish the job when his voice turns low and warning "Don't even think about it sweetheart or you won't be cumming this entire holiday."

I freeze debating whether he would be so mean, yes he probably would. "Good girl, keep reading or I stop." He rests his hand back on my thigh taking the toy from me "Actually suck this for me first." He holds it up to my lips allowing me to wrap my mouth around it coating it with saliva. Once he is satisified he pulls it away allowing me to continue reading.

Sebastian pins me to the wall wrapping my thighs around his waist lips crashing into mine all tongue and teeth. He groans into my mouth hips grinding into mine "Don't cum without permission baby." I whimper as the toy continues to move about his grinding causing his clothed cock to rub against my swollen clit "Please can I cum? Please?" he grins pulling away a hand wrapping loosely around my throat "No. Don't you dare cum." He holds up the remote in his free hand turning up the power. I clench my thighs in an attempt to hold of my orgasm "Ppleasee. Need to cum. Please daddy." His favourite nickname tumbles from my lips.

" No." He turns the toy to full power my entire body shaking from the vibrations. I scream as I cum letting my orgasm wash over me slumping into Sebastians arms still twitching with after shocks as the toy continues to vibrate "I'm sorry. Tried. Sorry didn't mean to be bad. I can be good daddy I promise." He smirks turning off the toy "But you didn't follow the rules baby. Didn't have daddies permission. Go upstairs and lay on the bed just how I like, understand?"

I nod and he lets go of my legs, I manage to stumble and wobble my way up the stairs the toy slipping out slightly my thighs already slick with cum. Making it to the bedroom I climb onto the bed kneeling then laying forward so my ass is up in the air and my arms are supporting most of my weight "I knew you could be good for me. Now stay still while daddy reminds you of the rules."

I bite my lip as his hand comes down on my left cheek the initial sting not painful "Always wear panties unless instructed otherwise." another slap on the opposite side "No touching yourself unless I give permission." a third slap "Use your words and the trafficlight system." another slap slightly harsher "Never tease in public." two slaps this time one on each side "And finally baby, never cum without permission."

"Do you understand?" "Yes daddy. I'm sorry daddy."

Bucky slowly pushes the toy through my soaked folds leaving it a moment when he gets to the base before starting to move. Moans tumble past my lips and no matter how I try and concentrate i can't focus on the page "Sebastian smooths... smooths his hand... fuck Bucky." he chuckles pushing the toy all the way in and leaving it. I glance over finding the crotch of his trousers stretched taunt over what must be a very painful boner.

Taking several deep breaths I turn back to the book shifting slightly in my seat knowing my cheeks are flushed and the seat below me soaked. Thank gods for tinted windows and the fact it is getting dark. I find my place once more,

Sebastian smooths his hand over my ass soothing the flushed skin "Good girl. Lay on your back for me." I roll onto my back and spread my legs the base of the pink toy just visible. "So beautiful baby." Standing he kicks off his trousers before clambering ontop kissing me gently "Still on green baby?" I nod "Yes." he pulls out the beads causing me to whimper slightly before he lines himself up thrusting in to the hilt then pausing pressing another kiss to my lips "I'm not going to be gentle sweetheart."

The toy starts vibrating gently just enough to remind me its there but not nearly enough to bring me to my peak. Shifting around I reach for my bottle taking a long swig of water in an attempt to cool down. Bucky is smirking at the road phone attached to the front console open on the app controlling the vibrations.  I glance down before I start reading again he must be uncomfortable cock straining to get out a small damp spot spreading over the material. Biting my lip I turn my attention back too the book.

True to his word Sebastian sets a rough pace pounding me into the mattress. I arch my back raking my fingers down his back letting my moans flow freely practically melting into the mattress when his hand once more finds its way around my neck making me gasp "Can I cum?" he groans "Beg baby."

"Please, please, please. Daddy please let me cum." he smirks lips. brushing over mine "Alright baby as you asked so nicely." I throw my head back as pleasure rakes its way through my body "Thank you daddy." I gasp for air as his pace doesn't relent "Sensitive, hurts." he grins moving his hand from my throat down between our joined bodies pressing tight circles into my clit "Need you to cum again sweetpea. Soak my cock for me. You can do that can't you? Be a good girl and cum for me."

The vibrations rapidly increase making me gasp and moan before dropping back down to minimal. I wimper in annoyance "Please Bucky, let me cum once?" the vibrations increase again making my thighs shake driving me too my peak "Yes, yes, I'm gonna cum!" The toy switches of leaving me on the edge and panting "Please Bucky. I'm so sensitive, need to cum." he chuckles squeezing my thigh and I practically wine "I've been good. Why can't I cum?"

He shoots me a grin "This is payback sweetheart for all those photos you send while I'm working. All those steamy bedroom shots you send that drive me insane while I'm trying to concentrate." I pout "Not fair you send them too." he grins shrugging "Could always not let you finish, remove the vibrator and watch you squirm?" I feel my eyes widen and shake my head "No, no. I'll be good. Please don't do that."

I obey his demand squeezing him tightly as my orgasm rolls through me "ffuuckk. Daddy make me feel so good." he smirks slowing his pace slightly beads of sweat forming on his forehead muscles straining as he fucks me through his orgasm capturing my mouth with his as he moans. Finally he slows then stops hovering above me balls deep with cum escaping down my thighs "So good for me baby. Colour?" I smile lazily "Orange." he nods but doesn't move "Don't want to move yet baby feel so good wrapped around me. Like your pussy was made for me."

I smile feeling sleep tugging at my eyelids "Stay." "Stay?" I nod and he smiles kissing my nose "How could I refuse my babygirl?" He pulls out just enough to roll us onto our sides before burying his cock once more into my walls wrapping his arms around my stomach "Go to sleep baby."

I bite my lip closing my eyes and arching my back when the toy starts up again this time on a middle setting pleasure rippling through me with each movement my orgasm building much faster this time "Please Bucky? Please can I cum? Please?" I cry out in frustration when the toy stops again practically sobbing in frustration as slick continues to stain my thighs and seat all feeling disappearing from my thighs as I tense them over and over "Not just yet." I notice he has started palming himself through his trousers and pause my reading to watch "Skip ahead to the next interesting bit then I shall reconsider your question."

I quickly skim through the next few pages quickly finding the next steamy scene...

"I told you not too wear that in public sweetheart." I look down at the summer dress I am wearing and spin my hips so the hem twirls "I thought it was cute daddy and I only had lunch with some friends." he frowns brow furrowing "You broke one of my rules sweetheart and I thought you had a good lesson last week."

"I did daddy I promise. Please don't spank me. Don't be mad, I didn't mean to be a bad girl. I'll do anything to make it up to you?" I stare up at him pleadlingly. He sighs deeply leaning back in his chair "I'm not mad baby." he tilts his head smirking slightly "I hope you kept that toy in as I asked this morning?" I nod proudly "Yes daddy."

He pushes away from his desk hands resting on his hips "Come and show me." Slowly I walk around the desk before lifting my skirt enough to reveal my baby pink panties pulling them to the side to show the diamond plug still firmly insirted in my ass "Good girl. Now daddy has too do some work. But you are going to keep his cock nice and warm." he undoes his trousers pushing them down just enough to free his cock which he strokes languidly several times before becokning me over "Sit down and don't move a muscle. Understand baby?" I nod slowly seating myself in his lap cock slipping easily between my folds "Yes daddy."

I lean my head on his shoulder fighting every instinct to bounce or grind. This isn't the first time he's made me warm him while he worked but I still prefer riding it first.

Bucky turns the vibrations up to full before reaching over moving the toy in and out quickly pressing it up so it hits my sensitive spot every time. I lose my grip on the book gripping his arm and the chair as a powerful orgasm takes over pleasure shooting up my spine as I finally fall over the edge sweet release cascading through me. I open my mouth though no sound comes out as wave after wave crashes over me hips lifting of my seat from the sheer power of it. Eyes clenched shut I whimper and moan brokenly as Bucky continues to move the toy though a lot slower, small aftershocks rippling through me with each thrust.

"Fuck baby. That was the hottest thing you've ever done. Open your eyes sweetheart. Look at the mess you've made." Bucky has a mixture of pride and awe on his face, cum is dripping down my calfs and thighs, the seat positively soaked as is Buckys arm. "That felt incredible." he grins "You squirted baby. Told me you couldn't do it." I shake my head chest heaving "Didn't think I could."

Smirking he presses the still vibrating toy into my clit small spurts of cum leaving my folds at each press. "Now I know you can I intended to make you do it regularly." I moan slumping into my seat exhausted "Fuck Buck." he chuckles licking his hand clean "new you could do it." I laugh shakily the need to sleep suddenly crashing over me " 'M tired." he reaches over slipping the toy back between my dripping folds " I'll let you sleep baby. but when we're recreating some more scenes from your books. "

[mrs-monaghan]

Shaz I was watching some old Jikook videos and let me tell you…18/19 year old Jungkook had it soooo bad for Jimin like 🥵 he was THIRSTY. He was obsessed with his abs, his ‘pretty eyes’, he was especially hooked on Spring day pink hair Jimin 🫢 Maybe this is out of pocket to say … but i Bet them wet dreams were going crazy lololol mans would wake up in the morning and not be able to look Jimin in the eye i guarantee. whew the tension was bad. jimin wasn’t much better too tho 🤭 reminds me of me and my first girlfriend back in college and the sex was LIT

Anon is right. 🤭🤭🤭

(Following images courtesy of @ffjj5)

Run BTS episode 27.

Jimin decides to dry hump the floor because.... why not?

I look at that face, that smile and my mind goes; who is he looking at? Wasn't JK sat on the other side? And voila! What do you know?

JK had to have been on Jimin's line of sight as he was doing... that. 🤭

You wondering how JK's face looks like during this? Well that's too bad. Editors took the fan service away from us

But it's okay. I can fill in the blanks with a gif equivalent. While I'm sure JK was probably laughing, I bet on the inside he was like;

Jikook are nothing if not predictable. You see something sus you gotta look for the other and you will never be disappointed. 😏😏

Safe to say Jimin aint some lazy lover who let's his man do all the work.

Oh. Did I say that outloud? Oops.

[disappointing-my-kid]

Im sorry I think I heard someone say angel Luigi? Like oddly born with wings? Learns to hid them? Magic? Maybe some sort of creature that latched on to baby Mario’s cries as a child? Shifted to match him but has the wings? Maximum Ride vibes? Hmmmmm. Trigun vibes? Maybe a lil bit of both!

Ok hear me out. But I warn you this isnt my typical post. Im tired and cold so it’s a mess but maybe ill clean it up later. Who knows.

Mario’s family was super freaked out at first but accepted it cause of how much it helped Mario. Like maybe he was sickly as a baby but this odd creature who looks like him is helping. Doctors told him he was gonna die. Now it’s a miracle. So they just raise Luigi too. Well guarded family secret. Maybe thats why Mario is so protective of his brother. Their mother believes Luigi an angel sent to save her lil baby boy. Their father thinks him a demon who will one day eat their little boy. Why else would it be helping if not for it’s next meal he claims. Luigi has no idea why he was sent here. Never a good enough reason for their father. Maybe their mother and Mario are the only two who really accept Luigi, rest of family share the fathers pov.

Idk how to tie this into bowuigi but just let me think of the middle part for now think of the end game!

Bowser finds an injured winged Luigi. Slap that man in a bird cage. Oops thats Luigi’s biggest fear. (Did you papa traumatise you Luigi or was it just me) anyway mans having a horrible time at all the bird puns. Yoikes hes heard those before get creative Bowser smh. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Bowser is pissed. Someone is lucky their so pretty up in that cage. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Luigi is blushing. GET THIS MAN SOME SKIPPY CLOTHING AND A GOLDEN CAGE NOW! Well now Luigi is mortified and horrified. Hes just a decoration now. Or a pet! Awww maybe they can give him a little collar. Oh how humiliating. Whats he got left now? Probably no more tears at this point. Hey Bowsers new pet doesn’t look so good. Oops someone stopped eating. Maybe actually be nice idk man you killing Luigi from the inside. Look at those soulless eyes. You did that Bowser you happy?

Cut to Bowser trying to bring some life back to Luigi. Awww hes making sure hes ok. Getting him food. An actual bed? A room? Who said the beast doesn’t have a heart? This is how Luigi remembers the story. Though he doesn’t understand why Bowser had a change. Of course Bowser saw the soulless eyes of someone begging for death and realised he done fucked up. Of course he never thought he would have greenie over this long anyway. Wheres that red pain in his side. It’s been ages? (Oops Mario is injured and thats why Luigi had his wings out. From protecting his brother. Maybe ill put Mario in a coma for sillies)

Anyway ever so slowly Luigi gets some pep back in his step. Though hes clearly more reserved. The kids (yes plural) helped. But Bowser can see the longing in Luigi’s eyes. The way the man just looks to the sky like an old friend. They had just started really getting along too. But if you love something set it free right? So he does. And Luigi doesn’t even hesitate. The moment he is uncollared (yea baby thats last to go lmao) and outside. The moment Bowser tells him to go he just takes off. As fast has those beautiful wings can take him. Can I get an F in the chat for Bowser and his broken heart.

Luigi is frantic to see how his brother is. Consumed with worry almost his whole stay in Bowsers castle. He could feel their link, their bond, and knew his brother needed him. Of course once he reaches Mario and grasps his hand Mario wakes up. Awww brotherly love (and nothing else ya goobers) is a magical sight. Literally Luigi is glowing and has wings. Neat says princess Peach.

Maybe once he is sure his brother is oi he can feel love sick about Bowser. And misses the kids. Now it’s Mario’s turn to see the longing look in Luigi’s eyes. Mario’s turn ti tell Luigi it’s ok to just go. Though he better tell his brother whats going on when he gets back. But maybe since im such a kind god ill make it painful for Luigi to show his wings. Like painful when they sprout. So he just walks to Bowsers castle. Who is probably smad. Lmao hes sad and mad. Though word filtered in of Mario being in a coma and he figured thats why Luigi needed to go. Anyway hes probably relieved to see Luigi back. So relieved he can feel mad about not even getting a goodbye. Oopsies. But they will make it. Im sure of it.

Ok I know this post is a mess but man I had to get this idea out of my head. I wanna draw it. And I just might.

[eulcgizeme]

eulcgizeme's plot brain rot

heyo weyo, listed below are just some plots i'm desperate to do so if you're interested, pls give this a like and i will come bother you. (: all of these can be for m/m or m/f pairings! heavily influenced from listening to ttpd for last four days

A. "even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you" for two former bonnie and clyde-esque characters who essentially out grew each other until they rekindle a little flame that gets them back on their ride or die bullshit, but one of them is insistent that the past is in the past (except maybe when someone's hand is down someone's pants oops). this would most likely be for eden [callum turner fc] since it's close to his backstory but watered down lol but could be someone else, possibly lyp adler [mike faist fc].

B. high school sweethearts remarried after they realized they were, in fact, far too young to have gotten married. it was messy, it was bitter, and fast forward they're remarried but unhappy bc they keep looking for the other in everything they do. an affair ensues and is it possible they've really grown up and come back to each other, or are they just as immature as they were back then? (possibly for andy rhodes, or knightley rhodes [josh o'connor or mike faist fcs])

C. based on the prophecy by miss taylor, where a promise to get married to their best friend if they're still single by x time and even though they're down for it, they're realizing maybe it's not the world against them but that they're not ready to belong to someone. fluff, comfort, and a bitter angst to not understanding why the person you've always loved suddenly doesn't want to be yours. (100% would have to be a new muse on my end but im ready)

D. muse a confesses to muse b that their spouse is cheating on them and ends a marriage. but instead of being hailed a savior, muse b holds it against muse a. add a little fortnight inspo and muse b could have lived right behind muse a, and muse a's marriage was the shit one while muse b lived happily until this revelation. muse a's marriage finally fixes itself and now muse b has to watch from their backyard their ex-best friend have the life muse a ruined by saying outloud the affair everyone but muse b saw. once again throwing my rhodes-burton family at this plot.

E. "like a tattooed golden retriever" about a young male model (i have a logan lerman fc in mind for this) taken in by someone else in the fashion industry who needs their next big break and is desperate. essentially plucks him off the street for his look to clean him up with little regard or what happens to him in the industry until they become emotionally attached and responsible for him.

F. two exes who broke up because muse a (who i'm thinking i might throw my callie adler [anya taylor joy fc] at for this! she does have a regular au lol but can be kept supernatural if ya want) was a mess tho muse b denies that it's a direct result of how they handled the relationship... and fast forward to muse a fixing themselves to spite muse b and everything they said about them.

G. and then a twist on the concept above ^ where muse a decides they're going to fix muse b to spite everyone around them. i can fix him (no really i can) as everyone insists they're no good. yeah, it's the song. and what of it?

H. begging for a plot based on the lines "it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden" and "sparkling summer" and "you deserve prison but you'll never get time, you'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bar." i had more for this but this whole post has been sitting in my drafts for two days and i want it out there, but if you're a sucker for smallest man who ever lived i will give you my all on deets for this.

I. unrelated to ttpd, but some more plots for callie and lyp adler as theyre supernatural au muses and lyp indirectly/accidentally did use his soul as payment for more power and didn't take into consideration that as a twin he is a soul split in two and also sold callie's soul.

just putting it out there that aside from mike faist/callum turner, i have some muse ideas for tom holland, barry keoghan, josh o'connor, david corenswet, jonathan bailey. i prefer writing male characters but i do have a couple of gals that might work for some of these if needed! (:

[austinbutlermischief]

hello, how are you?

I just wanted to drop a quick note to say thankyou for your amazing AB gifs you have been blessing us with especially the loveable Sebastian Kydd.

As ridiculous as this may sound with all the negative and heartbreaking things going on around us - I love seeing you on my dash bringing the awesomeness that is Austin (and not the gossip and relationship bs that goes down.... oops sorry did I say that outloud)

have a fantastic day 💛

Sorry about responding late to this. I need to get better at remembering to answer back. I'm one of those I saw the message, meant to reply, got distracted, and then spaced. I am not ignoring you or anyone else.

Now to answer your question. I'm doing fine, could always use more sleep, but other than that all is as good as can be. I'm glad you like seeing my posts on your dash. As for the other topic yeah I know exactly what you mean. I'm in the same boat as you on that one! Blocking and flagging tags you don't want to see really do become your friend. Especially with difficult people who just aren't really as understanding as they think they are. Just saying.

On a last note I hope you will enjoy all the new content that will be shared with Austin in masters of the air. It's slow going for me, but they are coming. Along with all of the other Sebastian gifs. those are all done and set up on a schedule so those will still be going along with any new content. If it's too much i do apologize I have been trying to space them out so it's not too much at once. I hope you have a wonderful day as well! Again sorry this was a really late response.

[valentine-writes]

Can i request a moon/sun and monty (platonic) with a Fem S/O who has long and very soft hair. But one day she shows up with her hair short, like, hitting her shoulder?

In my mind looks like a funny scenario.

animatronics reacting to your haircut hcs !

↳ ft. the glamrocks + sun and moon

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: okay, so!! i adjusted a few thingz w/ the req so reader iz gn and we now have all the glamrocks + sun and moon!!! cuz hnwbwjdn i love all of them i just had to do hcs 4 each of them :< anyways!!! hopefully thatz okay w/ u anon!! these are super lighthearted in comparison 2 my normal stuff becuz anon the last bit of ur ask made me realize i love a good funny lil scenario /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\ grammar mistakes and spelling errors might b in here soz!

▸ GLAMROCK CHICA doesn't even notice at first. oops. if you prompt her with a "guess what's different :]" type of thing, she'll guess almost everything other than your hair length.

"oh, i got it! your shoes! i love them, they look so nice on you- ...what do you mean it's been the same pair the entire week?"

when she finally gets the answer right (or when you finally tell her) she gets super excited!!!! chica gushes over the way it looks and throws you a million compliments, which are all completely honest. she thinks you look great! she probably tries to find a bunch of accessories you can wear considering your styling options might be limited now. she definitely tries to get you some cute hair clips and stuff :]

▸ GLAMROCK FREDDY immediately notices. he's suprised but like- in a good way. like his ai brain just goes "!!!" he might ask why you cut it though- he's not judging your choices, he's just curious. did it get in your way too much? was it bothersome to maintain that much hair? or did you just want to? or he doesn't say anything at first- just taking time to admire how good you look with your new hairstyle. freddy definitely mentions it eventally though, and tells you how much it suits you. always likes how the things you do are just so. you. he's your biggest fan when it comes to new and fun ways of self expression. freddy's just supportive like that :> he probably considers getting a haircut himself- and then realizes he has no hair. upsetting.

▸ ROXANNE WOLF immediately panics. why did you cut it? why does it look so cool? is she missing out?? lord FORBID she look boring and basic and bland with her regular long hair- oh. you just cut it? like. you just wanted to? nothing deep about it?? alright. nice. she mentions it only in passing, super casual and nonchalant, but she's totally excited to see you rocking a new style!! now she's trying to consider if she needs to switch things up too. (she can't let you have all the cool points- a girl’s gotta step it up every now and then!!!) changing her hair length is out of the question because obviously her design has to align with the merch of her at the gift store. but now she's taking notes on what she could change. just assure her that she's already cool- she might cry but she's just appreciative of any earnest compliments from you.

▸ MONTGOMERY GATOR hardly recognizes you until you turn around. you'd figure he'd be better at identifying you, considering he could literally scan you with his animatronic eyes and figure out who you are. instead you've got him kinda confused as he squints your direction to figure out whoever this mysterious stranger could be. it's you- you look different! like totally different. he probably blurts this outloud, which accidentally sounds kinds of mean- but like. it's a good suprise. this haircut means that he gets to ruffle it >:) he'll do it often too- monty's just playful like that. when you had longer hair, monty didn't want to do it in case he accidentally tangled it all up in his claws- but now that it's shorter and easier to maintain, ruffling your hair is fair game. it's really just one of monty's little silly way to show affection- that, and straight up head pats are just. awkward to give.

▸ SUN fully freaks out. full blown "!?2!?2^{*}€*^{*{" from him. you can't tell whether it's positive or not, but it seems like it's good? after cooling down, he’ll take your face and cup it gently between both of his hands, pause, stare, lean in close, squint, move his face away a little- and give you almost a thousand nods of approval. he likes it! score! whenever you come around and he sees you, he'll very politely ask to brush and/or try to style it for you! sun really really wants to try. he's suprisingly good at it, despite what you might have thought. he's just incredibly strict on movement during this. absolutely no moving, or you'll ruin it :( but once it's done he's just so proud of himself and so estatic to see how adorable you look!!!!

▸ MOON moves in very close to look at it. it's a weird and kind of tense silence (broken only by the jingling of the bells on his wrists and shoes) but he seems to like it. he'll gently reach out to it- glance at you for permission- and then run his hand atop it, only to stop at where it ends. he doesn't say much about it, but it's clear that he likes you for you. doesn't matter what you look like, you're wonderful either way. however, because of sun, moon now knows a bunch of ways to style your hair. he won't do it unless you ask him- but he's secretly happy to be able to do it when you ask.

[irulaan]

this isn’t meant to last— eddie munson x reader (TEASER).

summary: he’s full of shit, so are you. until you catch feelings.

word count: 0,6k.

warnings: self-hatred thoughts. one degrading word — i think. very ooc eddie, he wouldn’t do this, he’s a sweet boy <3). angsty.

a/n: this feels beyond personal to me <3 be nice bc it’s pooorly edited oops. this piece is inspired by the downward spiral by nine inch nails.

you always would lay there for a while, yearning for something you know it wouldn’t come. but you were expecting it, anyways. your hopes crashed into the ground as you heard his voice. eddie’s voice always felt far away from your reach, like he wasn’t speaking at you at all. and his tone was stoic, wounding your mind. 

he had a few phrases to tell you. sometimes you think you could predict them; you should go, it’s too late. you should pee, i’ll help you. you should drink some water. you’ll be clean in a minute. maybe there were more —it has to be more than that. maybe you forgot. but your lack of shame made you smile at the little gestures you had took and hide deep inside your heart. in your state of mind everything was sugarcoated, everything was seen through rose coloured glasses. his annoyed eyes melted into the cutest stare someone would gave to you, any of his actions would turn into the purest type of care. you couldn’t hide he made you, in that moment, feel all fuzzy inside.

in the back of your mind, you knew it was all bullshit. 

you cursed yourself everytime you accept his invitations. you were put into a personal hell everytime he called and said two o three things and you whispered a little okay, i can do that. and you were walking into the same situation from a long time now. 

a few minutes later, when you feel he was gettin impatiente, you decide to dress yourself. feeling ashame of what you were doing to you body and mind. it was hard to look your clothes around the own mess eddie had in his room, even harder gather them together. pulling the green skirt up felt like the worst job ever. and pulling the panties back up felt so humilliating after you spend at least one hour looking for a cute one at the mall just in case he would say something nice. just so you could see the beginning of a smile (because you knew he was capable of smiling).

you’re a pathetic whore. oh, it even sounded like he was inside of your mind, or did he said that outloud? maybe he said that before and you can’t remember. 

“i got hellfire on friday night” he spoke from outside the room, startling you. you were glad he was out of the room, without saying a thing, leaving you alone with those heavy thoughts.

sighing, feeling so nervous you could throw up right then on the dirty carpet, you gather some strenght to reply. “yes, i know. so i guess i see you this saturday?” walking again through hell, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. hoping you could see him again sooner than later.

your feet inside your white sneakers decided to walk outside the room, searching for him. he stared into your eyes from the kitchen. he took the time to puff on his cigarrete. “i don’t know” he shrugged. 

you swallowed, leaving his trailer wasn’t easy anymore, even if you didn’t want to stay holding eddie’s disinterested stare. a cold breeze slipped through some window, giving you chills. your hugged yourself thightly. “it’s cold outside” you said, in a pity attempt for him to show he cares about you.

he shrugged once more, thinking in what you wanted to hear. what, do you wanted to talk about the weather? “yeah, you should have brought a jacket” you frowned at his cold reply. the reply you just expected, but didn’t want.

you lowered your head, opening the door to finally get out of that place, whispering your next words, “i’m a fool. see you, then” hoping he would realize you wanted him to care. you wanted to help him. that if he lets you, you could care. 

if you lingered on the door for just a few more seconds maybe he would have agreed with you. you, indeed, were a fool. 

ooookay that’s all (for now), please let me know what you think !!! would love to hear anything. english isn’t my first language.

reblogs are appreciated too <;3.

loooots of love, mwah ! - poppy

[bts-reveries]

feelings | 2

drabble in between photos

You finally got to Jungkook’s dorm, lifting up your hand to knock when your best friend opens the door, causing you to lose balance.

“WoAH!” You let out, face planting into his chest. 

“Took you long enough,” Jungkook says, grabbing the bag you were holding. “Ooh, still warm,” he says, walking back into his room, making you fall. 

“You’re welcome,” you say sarcastically, standing up straight and turning around to close the door. “Are you still studying? How’s the essay?”

“The studying will continue later, I have to finish this essay first but I’m almost done I think,” he replies, opening up the bag. “Do you want to proofread it?”

“Sure,” you say, laying on his bed. “Wake me up when it’s done.” Jungkook frowns, looking up at you with his cheeks stuffed. 

“You’re not going to eat with me?” He says. You shake your head no.

“I’m tired, I just got those for you,” you say, closing your eyes. 

“Couldn’t sleep last night?” he asks you, walking up to his bed and sitting right on the edge. He reaches his hand out and pets your head. You shake your head no.

“Why not?”

“I was dreading class,” you mumble. Jungkook knows that you get anxious when you have to do partner projects for class. At least when it’s a class he’s not in. You usually don’t interact with anyone in class. Making friends got hard after high school. 

“I see. But how was it? It wasn’t that bad right?” He asks, moving his head down to look at you. 

“Everyone was asking their friends or their seatmates to be their partners and I didn’t know who to ask. It was nerve wracking,” you say, opening your eyes to look up at him. “But this one guy asked me and I just said yes.” 

“So everything’s good now right?” 

You nod. “I think so.”

“Okay good, now go ahead and nap, I’ll wake you up when I finish my essay,” Jungkook says, getting up to go back to his desk. “You ate already though, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” you say. “And thank you. I’ll proofread it when you’re done. Promise.”

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About an hour later, Jungkook finally finished his essay. He sighs, getting up from his chair and groaning as he stretches his arms and legs. He turns around, smiling as he sees you sleeping with your mouth wide open. 

He walks over to you, laying on the bed on his belly. He pushes your hair aside, laughing when he sees you drooling a bit.

“Gross,” he mumbles. He pokes your forehead hard. 

“Wake up,” he says. You blink up at him, getting up on your elbows. 

“Oh my gosh, that was a good nap,” you say, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. 

“I know, I can tell,” Jungkook says, pointing at the small pool of drool on his blanket. 

“Oops.”

“Yeah. Now wake up a bit, I need to turn in the essay soon.”

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After the afternoon with Jungkook, you head back to your room to get some work done. You and your partner for Professor Lee’s class switched phone numbers in class today. You figured you should at least text him about the assignment. Maybe even get to know him a little. 

What was his name again? You scroll through your contacts. 

“Jimin! That’s his name,” you say outloud to yourself. You click on his contact and start to text him. 

“Hi Ji-min, it-s yn,” you say what you’re typing out loud. Slowly. “Sorry I-m text-ing so la-te b-ut--” *ding!*

An email pops up on the top of your phone screen.

It was for your first class tomorrow morning. 

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Obey Me! Brothers React: Baby?!?

This is a VERY old request that I actually found I had when scrolling through my blog lol

I liked it so much so I did the thing. It also gives some fluff between all the sin I have in my WIPs 

Enjoy~

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Lucifer:

Probably the calmest out of the bunch

“Are you okay?” “I’m prepared to take responsibility and make sure you’re happy.”

Makes sure you have your doctor appointments and goes with you

Very attentive to your needs

Over all he is pretty organized and prepared . . . on the outside

On the inside he’s a bit of a hoverer, but never too obvious. Just kinda stands to the side and observes,”just in case” you are carrying precious cargo afterall

Also he won't say it outloud but seeing your growing belly makes his pride shine the most and very territorial of you more than usual You are his and everyone will know

Kinda low-key didn’t not-not try to impregnate you but you didn’t hear that from me…

You and lucifer ended up having a Baby Boy Great another boy in the house

“Am I just destined to be surrounded by boys my whole life?” “I can always try to give you a girl. Just tell me when.” 😉

Yeah you’ll probably wait a year or two to actually plain for another baby, that is if Lucifer doesn’t “if it happens it happens”you again and BOOM baby #2 smh

Not as strict as one may think when thinking of Lucifer’s parenting style

Mammon definitely has something to say about that 

Does like to try and keep to a daily schedule of when they not just eat and sleep but also scheduled play and study time when they get to that age

Mammon:

He may need an ambulance

JK but he is a bit of a nervous wreck

Wait till he finds how birth works

But after the initial shock he is still worried about you

Maybe a bit overbearing

“Mammon, I can walk! I’m pregnant, not crippled.” “What? I can’t carry you around for no reason now?”

You end up having a Baby Girl

Cue panic mode!

Must protect baby girl at all costs Daddy mode engaged!

“My Love, you don’t have to watch her all night. She’ll be fine.” “I don’t know that!”

That dad that gets upsetty spaghetti if a “snot-nosed brat” messes with his perfect daughter on the playground

Leviathan:

Levi.exe has stopped working

Try turning off and turning on and try again later

Wasn’t ready for you to say it

I mean sure you guys do do the do, bUt hOw?!?!?

“Can we go back?” “Levi this isn’t a video game level.”

Don’t get him wrong he’s not mad just scared!

He’ll get into it after he has time to process it 

“I guess it would be nice to have another player when your busy.”

Started “practicing” with a life simulator game

You and Levi had a baby boy!

Games galore! 

When your little boy is still a baby obviously he can’t play video games with Levi but Levi has surprisingly really liked playing peek-a-boo

You do find Levi with your son on his chest as he plays video games most of the time when he’s watching him 

Satan:

Is about tied with Lucifer on the calm factor

Actually knew before you told him

“How the heck did you know, I just told you.” “Your period was late.”

Read all the books he can find on parenting and newborns in both humans and demons

You kinda wished he didn’t read so much because it went from ‘just wanting to cover all bases’ to being a bit of a worry wart and always “helping” you and “informing” you

Can you say Papa Bear!!! VERY protective!!!

Will damn near bite someone's head off if they bump into you especially w/o apologizing

Reads and/or plays music for the baby every night

“They say they can start to hear and recognize things in the womb at about 18-24 weeks. I have so many books I’d want to show them so might as well start early.”

Finds himself talking to and kississing your belly when your asleep late at night

“I promise I’m gonna make sure I’m the best Dad for you!”

Does touch your belly though everytime he kisses you

You and Satan had a Baby Girl

Truely a Daddy’s girl! She definitely has him wrapped around her little finger

He denies it but it’s true lol

Checks under the bed for “the scaries” every time she asks 

“You know Daddy will always protect you!”

Obviously the one to teach her to read and write. Making sure they get at least 30 mins of reading time together where they take turns

You’ve walking into the library many times to see Satan laying on the couch with your daughter on his chest, both asleep

At some point he finally admitted to you that he’s scared to “let her go”

He wants his baby girl to be his baby forever but he knows sadly she has to grow up but he hopes that when that happens they still have their book discussions and reading time together

It’s how he bonds with her the most.

Okay. Okay. I’ll stop cuz we should know I love Daddy Satan so I’ll stop before i get out of hand lol

Asmodeus:

OMG A NEW DOLL TO DRESS UP!!!

Ok but really he is excited

“With my charm and your cuteness, this child is gonna be the most sought after person in devildom.”

The day you told him he started preparing their room. Filling the room with bins of stuffed animals and toys

And clothes. Lots and lots of clothes.

“Asmo we don’t even know the gender yet.” “That’s ok! What ever we don’t use I guess we’ll just have to make another for those.”

He is gonna be in for a rude awakening literally when the baby comes

Say goodbye to your beauty sleep Asmo 

You and Asmo had a Baby Girl

When he found out you were having a girl, demon lord help this new doll baby

Dress up everyday 

Loves parading her around in his arms or the stroller

“Excuse me, Princess coming through!” 

Beelzebub:

Telling him you were pregnant made him really happy!!!

“I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” “You’ll be the best mother.”

Of course he was nervous but he had you and you always knew how to make him feel better

And when the stress of the actual baby came up he just focused on what he did know

Snacks. Snacks. & more Snacks!!!

Your pregnancy cravings were arguably the easiest part of your pregnancy for him because he was always down to go get them for you it also gave him an excuse to get more snacks for himself too and he got to try all your favorite snacks and weird concoctions you’d want.

You and Beel had surprise, surprise. Twins!!!! Fraternal Twins to be exact, a boy and a girl

One baby was scary enough but, multiply it by two!?!? Oh nelly.

But Beel really has a way to calm you.

Divide and conquer is your modo

He’ll bathe and clothe them and you feed them Beel has helped with the feeding but somehow the food seems to disappear rather fast and the rest you share and tag in and out of

Belphegor:

Baby?!?!?

I’m sorry. He must have heard you wrong.

Maybe he is still asleep and this is a dream

But nope. It’s not! You are tellin his face that he had accidentally put a … baby… inside you…

“Are you really pregnant?” “Yup” “I’m telling you right now I’m getting rid of it if it interferes with my sleep.”

Yeah… that didn’t happen :)

He lost sleep, yes. But although annoyed he was even shocked with how attached?!? He was to the child

Oh you had a boy!

You thanked the heavens for not “gifting” you with twins

A plus is your little boy takes after his father when it comes to sleep

Altho he’s still a baby so restless nights are still very much in your future 

Belphie gifted him his very own special pillow :3 He was sick of his kid stealing/hogging his

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I kinda went into them as parents bit oops  I got too excited lol

Maybe I can do more Daddy AUs in the future if that’d interest anyone.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, I really liked writing it.  I can’t be the only one obviously that really likes Daddy AUs :3

I love the fluff and I hope you do too :D

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HEADCANNON ASK! Food has been disappearing, and S/O is suspected to be the culprit. A few weeks after the food started disappearing, S/O was revealed to actually be the cause. Reactions?

Undertale Sans - He's looking at you with the worst betrayed face ever. So you were the one stealing his baby ketchup bottles from him. How could you do this to him ? There's no way he's trusting you near the fridge ever again. Everytime you open the door, you can feel a threatening aura behind you. Sans is watching you. It's even worse than the resets.

Undertale Papyrus - OMG. So you was the one who eat all these spaghettis in secret ? Why would you have to hide this from him ? He is so happy he's ready to make more. You don't have the heart to said that the only place his 2016's famous blue-green spaghettis that were in the fridge for six years have gone is in the bin. You want to cry.

Underswap Sans - That's easy. To dissuade you to do this again, he did the same thing he did with Honey years ago. He sets traps all over the kitchen. You have a good surprise when you find yourself suddenly hugging by the feet in front of the fridge, while Blue is screaming "AH-AH ! I KNEW IT" right at your face. It's the end of your criminal carreer. He'll never let you do that again.

Underswap Papyrus - Well that's akward. Asgore made that very nice chocolate cake, and one big part had been saved for later. Since you were scared Honey steal it, you woke up early. He had the same idea than you. You are looking in each other eyes a passive-agressive way. No one will let go the cake. It's a death battle you just started.

Underfell Sans - He really doesn't care. He spend his all life doing this, so it's not much. HOWEVER. Don't. Touch. His. Food. That's the only rule. If he finds out you touch, the next time you open the fridge, you are welcomed by a angry growling and drooling dragon skeleton protecting his treasure. He protect, but he can also attack, so don't put your fingers too close.

Underfell Papyrus - Welp. Busted. It's in the middle of the night, Edge has concombers falling from his eyes sockets and he's looking at you with nothing but disappointment. He's taking the things in your hands and go put them back in the fridge. He's looking at you all the time he's doing this. "SIT." He's pointing the chair. You execute yourself. You're in for a 40-min lecturing speech about stealing food in the fridge. "Well, shit." Oops. You didn't mean to say that outloud. Right ?

Horrortale Sans and Papyrus - They're horrifying. Not because of the food stealing, damn, that would be pretty hypocritical, but because you felt like you don't have enough food in their house. That's an idea they can't bear. Now, during night time, you get jumpscare by the brothers. They're leaving snacks in your room. Like not just some candys or stuff. No. Steaks, cakes, sandwiches, all in XXXL size. There's no way you said again you are hungry in their house. No one die of famine on their sight. It's a little extreme, but, well, it works ?

Horrorfell Sans - Oh boy. When he realised you stole his food, it's not getting good. He's a nice guy, but this is one of his most triggered thing. "Don't do this again or I'll kill you in your sleep". You can't tell if he's serious or not, you're so terrified you're never doing it again.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He's surprisingly fine with it and acts like he saw nothing at all. But sometimes, when you're waking up, you can find little cakes and pastries on your bed table. He prefers you doing that with him than with Copper's food.

Swapfell Sans and Papyrus - So, there's these cupcakes Nox' baked and hide above the higher cupboard of the kitchen. Rus and you noticed and made a plan to get them during the night. What you didn't plan is Nox waking up to get some water, finding you sitting on Rus' shoulders next to his cupcakes. Of course Rus would be there. Rus is always here when you need to be chaotic. Nox on the other hand is not pleased. At all. He's so pissed than, since you are so hungry, he forced the both of you to bake cupcakes until morning, but you can't eat them. More sadisticly, Nox is watching you, eating the cupcakes that brought you here in the first place. You desserved it.

Outertale Sans and Papyrus - You have planed to steal biscuits with Sun during the night. Sun loves biscuits, but he can't have too much because his brother thinks it's unhealthy. But what did you found when you enter the kitchen ? Mister Moon, flying, the mouth full of biscuits. You are looking at each other in shock. Well, what a twist.

Dancetale Sans and Papyrus - For several days, Salsa screamed after Rambo because the food was disapearing. No one suspects you. Until Rambo finds you the head in the fridge. He's doing the Pikachu face. You try to explain, but it's too late, he took a picture and teleports to tell his brother. You're going to be lectured to death, and Rambo will enjoy every minute of it with a sadistic smile.

Dancefell Sans - Rumba is actually a sleepwalker. So yeah, you got pretty scared when he pops right next to you to steal in the fridge you were stealing yourself. Oh well. You're filming him. If he's accusing you, you're showing him this. That way, you can keep stealing in the fridge without everything accusing your boyfriend. Such an evil plan.

Dancefell Papyrus - Bad pick. Tango's fridge is very precisely organise, since he's following a strict diet to stay in shape. So he noticed right away something was missing. You couldn't even defend yourself, you had chocolate on the mouth. Shame on you. Shame on your cow. Now go buy what you stole from him, you thief.

Farmtale Sans and Papyrus - You managed to persuade Sam that rats were doing this. But what he don't know is that his little brother and you are actually the culprits. You're doing Netflix nights, so you need popcorn. And there's literally corn fields behind the house. If Sam didn't protect his crops this hard, he wouldn't have noticed. And Ben wouldn't have ended with his hand in a mousetrap. Things are happening. When Sam asked about the mark, you panic answered you bit his brother. Now he thinks Ben and you are having a BDSM-type of relationship and the atmosphere is very akward at home. Nice job.

Ink Sans - You think he didn't notice you stealing all the apple juice until he replaced it with paint. You're welcome. He's going to tease you for weeks after that.

Error Sans - He's too nice to destroy you for stealing his chocolate. Instead, he's going in a random AU and destroys everything in it just to make a fuss out of it. Congratulations, you provoked a genocide because you stole chocolate.

Disbelief!Papyrus - You had to confess it was you because he said Sans' ghost was doing that and he was freaking out about it. Now he's traumatised about the fact his brother is actually not resting in peace and he's going to have nightmares about it for several months. Everyone will remember that. You can feel people judge you when you're walking in the streets. Monster.

Dustale Sans - Since you like his food so much, he's letting small gift in the fridge so you can appreciate it more. Ah, peanut butter sandwich with a mouse head in the middle. Such a nice meal. You decide to never touch his food again. It's a serious public health risk you got in there. Urk.