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fxcdboys​:

Alejandro had been working tirelessly for the last few months or so. As a lawyer and a successful one at that he had a lot of responsibility. But that also meant being overworked most days. Anyone who thought the life of a lawyer was busy clearly had no idea. Being overworked at work was also affecting his home life more than he would admit. He knew that his wife maggie was worried about him at all times and didn’t want him to overwork himself no matter what.

Walking in Alejandro let out a deep sigh. The entire house was silent, so he assumed she had already gone to bed. Not that he blamed her for it. He silently walked into their bedroom where he saw her already in bed. He gave her a tired smile but didn’t say anything. One look at him and it was obvious how overworked and burnt out he was. All the responsibility of the world felt like it was on his shoulders, and it was bringing him down along.

He smiled softly as he felt her kiss his lips. He kissed her back already feeling a little less stressed than before. Alejandro stayed silent and listened to her words. His eyes locked on her beautiful face. Sometimes he wondered how he was so lucky to be with a beautiful woman such as hers. That she chose to be with him. It often seemed absurd. He licked his lips at her words and nodded his head at her. “i would love that. I would very much like mommy to help me get undressed. ” He whispered to her. Deep down he knew this was the best way that he could ever relax and feel less stress than before.

A bright smile spread across Maggie’s face when Alejandro agreed to let her get him undressed for bed. She rose up on tiptoe once more, this time to press a kiss to each of his cheeks. He had been growing increasingly burnt out over the course of the last few weeks and it killed her to watch him slump under the intense pressure of his work. She could be busy at work too, often pulling many long hours and the occasional all-nighter in the throes of wedding season when she found herself with several weddings to do arrangements for per weekend. Being able to take care of her husband soothed him as much as she hoped being cared for soothed him. “My good, sweet love,” she murmured, squeezing his hands.

Gently, she turned him so she could walk him backward until the backs of his legs bumped the side of their bed, but she didn’t seat him yet. “Here we go, pants off...” She unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down his legs with soft efficiency, crouching and tapping first one leg and then then the other to direct him to step out of them. “Which pajamas would you like mommy to get for you, darling?” Once the pants were draped over a chair for the night, to be dealt with in the morning, Maggie nudged Alejandro to sit on the bed.

Before she removed his shirt for him, she stepped between his legs and folded him into a warm embrace, allowing him to rest his head against her chest, tucked neatly beneath her chin. She tilted her face down to press a kiss into his hair. “Thank you for letting me help you,” she said softly. “I know it’s not easy sometimes, when you’re in control of so much else in your life.”

#fxcdboys #lilies and love hearts; (maggie)

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asterxles​:

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“Nuh-uh, silly pup. You know the rules: it’s not potty time yet.” Aster watched Benji try to nudge the door open, but it refused to give. Even if the pup were to stand on his feet, the paw mitts that covered his hands would complicate the process. “So you either have to hold it or…” He dangled a leash from his hands, “You can go potty in the yard.”

Benji whined softly as Aster denied him access to the bathroom. He knew he was a little bit early, but he had to go and he’d been hoping maybe Aster would give him a bit of a reprieve. He whined more loudly, shaking his head enough that the ears he wore flopped back and forth when Aster held up the leash. There was no way Benji was going potty in the yard! He resolved that he would hold it until it was potty time and he could go in the bathroom.

Except... potty time was still a long time away. And Benji’s bladder was getting fuller by the second, twinging and making him squirm as he tried different positions to relieve his desperation. As his bladder panged urgently, he moved in the direction of the bathroom door again, pawing at it with greater urgency.  He yipped, trying to gain Aster’s attention. A sudden pulse of his bladder sent a stream spattering to the floor in a little puddle before he was able to regain control. 

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"Nuh-uh, silly pup. You know the rules: it's not potty time yet." Aster watched Benji try to nudge the door open, but it refused to give. Even if the pup were to stand on his feet, the paw mitts that covered his hands would complicate the process. "So you either have to hold it or..." He dangled a leash from his hands, "You can go potty in the yard."

#asterxles #(benji tag tbd.)

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ofmagicallonging​:

Daniel was using all the right words to settle Robin back down. Pet names and praise were always the easiest ways to convince him to do most things. Well, that and bribery, but that wasn’t going to happen right now, and he knew that. He pulled out his plushie from his bag and held itntightly. He rested his head on top of it as he listened to what Daniel was telling him. “But Daddy does so much for me..” he muttered quietly. Robin relied on Daniel for so much. It helped make everything easier. Even when he wasn’t being a little, he needed Daniel to help him with so much.

“I trust Daddy. He knows best on how to look after Robin’s.” Robin finally confirmed. He knew this meant he’d be able to spend more time together, which really did sound appealing. “Will I have to wear them all the time?” He asked. He was hoping for the answer to be yes. He wanted to wear them even when he wasn’t a little. The idea of having to wear it at work and rely on Daniel to come help sounded wonderful. Maybe he’d have to ask when he wasn’t in his little headspace. Right now those words weren’t exactly coming to him. “Can they be pretty. With ducks or flowers or something?”

“Pumpkin, Daddy does so much for you because I want to,” Daniel reminded Robin gently, rubbing a hand over Robin’s thigh. He liked taking care of Robin all the time, little or not. It helped Daniel, truth be told, to know that he was able to care for Robin and make sure all of his needs were being met. The idea of making sure Robin was clean, dry, and comfortable in his diapers was just that much more appealing.

“All the time,” Daniel agreed. “We’ll figure out a schedule for your diaper changes and ways for you to let me know you need one when I can’t check you as often as we go.” He could see that it probably wasn’t going to be an issue for Robin to wear them all the time, in and out of his littlespace, but he would check in with the other as they went along. “We can get you some pretty ones,” Daniel nodded. “We have some for you with stars on them for now, and they’re very pretty.” He brought the car to a stop in the garage and exited, moving around to Robin’s side to help him out of the car. “Come on, lovebug, let’s go get you in the bath, huh?”

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Robin had been looking forward to their day out for ages. Well, not really ages they'd only planned it a few days ago, but that was still ages to him. The morning he'd been skipping around the house with an excessive amount of excitable energy. Any time spent with Daniel was always good in his mind. He even dressed himself that morning, something he was more than proud of. After picking out his matching out, bag and plushie that he put in the bag, Robin was good to go.

On the way there, he was as good as gold. The first shop, he still was. After that, he started getting distracted with more things and forgetting simple things they had on the list. The current shop they were in, Robin had wandered off a little bit and was looking at some things he liked. But then he could feel a need. He tried to ignore it at first, it could wait. He wandered off a bit further into the store, picking up various items that got his attention. None of which were needed. But then his need got stronger, and he soon couldn't hold it for much more. He ran back over to Daniel and tugged on his sleeve. "Daddy.. we need.. we need to finish here quickly... please, Daddy .. I need the loo." He whispered, blushing dark red at what he was saying. He always got embarrassed about this. "Please, Daddy... not sure I can hold it."

#ofmagicallonging #fine wine and silk ties; (daniel) #cw bodily fluids

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ofmagicallonging​:

Robin pressed a kiss to Benji’s forehead when he heard the answers. “Thank you, that was a very good boy for me.” Robin praised. He wanted Benji to feel good and feel like he could explore more like this. “If you think of anything else you want to try, I want you to tell me. I’m going to check in with you regularly and I need you to tell me truthfully how you are feeling. Please do not call me sir or Master or daddy. I don’t like those names for me. If you want to call me anything, Prince or Robin is fine. Or feel free to get creative.” He wanted everyrhing laid out now before they started. It was easier for him and then Benji knew what he expected. “I’m going to get you to strip for me and then I’m going to edge you. Anytime you get close, I’m going to stop. If you cum before I let you, then there will be a punishment. You’ll only be allowed to cum once you are all blissfully a mess. And then we will do aftercare and I will look after you. Can you confirm to me that is okay?” Robin ran a hand through Benji’s hair, gently ruffling it as he looked at him with wide eyes. “If you’re ready, I want you to strip down to your underwear for me.”

A little curl of warmth blossomed in Benji’s belly at being called a good boy, his nose wrinkling a little with happiness at the gentle kiss to his forehead. He’d praised plenty of his previous partners, but had never thought it would be something he would enjoy. He nodded at Robin’s instructions. “I will, Robin.” He felt like, at least for this encounter of theirs, he would just call the other Robin. There were so many new things happening for him, he wasn’t sure he could find it in himself to get creative. He listened attentively to Robin lay out exactly what he planned for Benji, his mouth growing dry with desire. He wanted all of that from Robin. He wasn’t quite sure what being ‘looked after’ during his aftercare would turn out to be, but he was curious. “Yes, Robin - I’m very okay with all of that.” He butted his head against the soft hand in his hair before carefully getting to his feet and stripping out of his shirt and pants so that he stood before Robin in only his boxer-briefs. “Like this?” he asked.

#ofmagicallonging #(benji tag tbd.)

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ofmagicallonging​:

Nilo pulled a bit of a face at the praise. For someone who usually preferred to act the brat and make any obedience earned, the praise seemed strange to him. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it. He just preferred the fight to get to it, the chance to play up. Yet the almost patronising words mixed with the praise was stirring something in him. Did he want to be treated like this? He had been wanting someone to take over all his needs. But he’d been thinking more like he was pet or something. Though this seemed to be doing that.

Nilo turned to face Nick when his plan had worked. He was nodding eagerly, which made his head pound more. But at least he could finally talk and get the questions he needed to ask. The moment his hands were free, Nilo tried to sit himself up, only to feel like his head was whooshing for a moment. Why does my head hurt so much? I’m not hungover. He let out a small groan then. Maybe laying down was better. He settled himself back down and looked at Nick.

I’m selective mute. Can’t talk when I don’t trust someone. And even then I need to be relaxed. Nilo wasn’t going to tell Nick that if he was distracted by pleasure or was drunk then he could talk to nearly anyone. It didn’t seem appropriate to tell his professor that, particularly the one that was here with him in this mad situation. Where am I? What happened? Where are my clothes? Why am I restrained? There was so many questions Nilo had that he wanted answered. But those seemed the most important. Well except one. Is this because I’m failing your class or because my last email I sent to you was meant for a domiant I was trying to hook up with? Nilo had thought he’d deleted it in time. But now he had a nagging feeling that he’d sent Nick an email he meant to send a domiant about how he wanted to submit 24/7 and not have to think about himself.

Nick’s forehead furrowed in concern when Nilo signed that his head hurt. He knew the boy would likely feel the sedative he’d slipped him for some time, but he’d expected more of a woozy sensation and less pain. “Daddy gave you a little something to help you sleep - the headache shouldn’t last much longer, especially with you having had some water, but we can get you some medicine if you want. Okay?” He didn’t want Nilo to be needlessly uncomfortable, though he did imagine he wasn’t going to be particularly happy once the water he’d drunk started to catch up to him. 

Selective mute. Well, that made a good deal of sense. He wished he’d known it sooner in the semester; he would’ve tried to figure out some sort of accommodation for Nilo. Speaking in class, whether it was to answer a question or getting up to do a presentation wasn’t exactly an activity that promoted being relaxed.

And... there it was. The series of questions Nick had been anticipating. As much as the email had caught Nick’s attention, and oh how it had, it had more provided him with an idea than been the primary motivator in taking Nilo. “It’s not because of the email,” he said, shaking his head. “And it’s not because you’re failing my class. But it got me thinking... you aren’t doing very well in taking care of yourself, honey. Even with you skipping my class, I could see it. Just barely making it through your days, skipping your other classes, failing most of them... none of that was making you happy, and I could see that. And when you sent me that email, I realized - you just need someone to take care of you. All the time.” He offered Nilo a gentle smile. “You’re home with me.” Home being firmly outside the city in a secondary property Nick owned. He wouldn’t have risked something like this in his apartment so close to campus. “Your clothes were far too grown-up and uncomfortable, so I put them away. If you’re cold in just your diaper, we’ll find something comfy for you. And as for the restraints, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself if you were confused when you woke up.” 

#ofmagicallonging #manuscripts and mochas; (nick)

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#(ooc) #for all my folks with muses with a hella praise kink #may I present #a song that immediately rewired my brain before I had a chance to think #’I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me’ #just #🥵

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boorishwrites​:

The week had been horrendous – with an impending merger, Albie had spent more time than usual at work, his father’s usual imperious demands dialed up to obnoxious levels. The only silver lining in all of it was that once the deal went through, Albie’s position would be structured out, allowing him the change of careers he’d been longing for. That was the light at the end of the tunnel, the reason he was able to grin and bear it through endless meetings with tedious people.

But now, cuddled against Maggie’s chest, Albie finally feels some of the tension seep out of his body. She was a miracle – his miracle. It was the only explanation, given how truly serendipitous the journey had been to get them here.

He doesn’t even realise he’s nuzzling against her breast, eager lips mouthing at her through her shirt. He’s just seeking her warmth and her comfort, craving ever more closeness. He’s not intending to push for that, but he wants it, has wanted it for a long time. They’ve even talked about it, but never been bold enough to cross that line.

Albie feels a hot flush of embarrassment as Maggie moves his head, quickly soothed by her reassurances. As she bares herself, his eyes lock on the soft pink teat, his stomach swooping as the implication hits him.

“Y-yeah,” he murmurs, sighing out softly, warm breath brushing over Maggie’s skin. He looks up at her, the last traces of his uncertainty drifting away. “Thank you,” he says, tone sincere and sweet.

He starts with a little lick – kittenish, almost – then curls his tongue around the warm bud. The feeling is almost primal, so deeply comforting that Albie nearly shudders at the wave of warmth that floods through him. He closes his mouth around her nipple, cuddling closer against her, one hand going to cup her other breast. Notched against Maggie like that, he begins to suckle in earnest, a happy hum starting in the back of his throat.

Maggie had sensed Albie’s stress levels inching ever higher over the course of the week. He’d been at work far more than usual, and though she knows there is an end in sight for him, and one he wants. She’s also been busier than she likes, with a few more weddings to do flowers for than she should have perhaps allowed into her schedule looming imminently. But there’s only so much she can do to support him beyond packing lunches for him whenever she has a chance and holding him as they drift off to sleep.

It doesn’t even occur to her to offer it as a possible solution to at least some of his tension until she notices him nuzzling her breast as they cuddle. The first time his lips brush over her nipple, though, the idea hits her full on. They’ve talked about it before, more than once. But for one reason and another, ranging from nerves winning out to simply being too collectively exhausted to do much beyond semi-simultaneously crash into bed together, they’ve not acted on it.

A little smile tugs at the corner of her mouth when Albie’s eyes immediately zero in on her bare breast and the nipple so close to his lips that she can feel the warmth of his breath ghost over it. “You’re welcome,” she says, impossibly fond as she brushes a thumb over his cheek.

His tongue licking over her nipple sends a little shiver down her spine, but that reaction pales in comparison to the wave that crashes over her body from head to foot the moment Albie’s mouth closes fully around her nipple and begins to suckle. Maggie has never felt more connected to him than she does right now, her heart becoming buoyant with happiness in her chest as he hums and continues to suckle. Her hand slips from where she’d touched his cheek to the nape of his neck, fingers carding gently through the hair at the back of his head. “There you go, sweet boy, there you go,” she murmurs, unable to take her eyes off him for even a moment.

#boorishwrites #lilies and love hearts; (maggie)

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gentlelcve​:

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There was an ease to working from home, and most would tend to agree with her too, but Rachel found it better for far different reasons. Her work attire stayed the same, a fitted skirt and a buttoned blouse, her lunch break and other additional breaks didn’t stray too far from her original schedule either, but working from her own little office ensured much needed time with Benji, regardless of whether she interacted with him or not. The company was much needed, knelt quietly by her side as she worked, it was the inspiration to keep her train of thought on work to ensure she could finish earlier than she would have done had she gone into the office itself.

Today was just like any other, fingers tapped tirelessly at her keyboard, chocolate eyes solely focused on the luminated screen as she sent off email after email, but when a pause in thought allowed her gaze to wander to the bottom corner of her screen and to notice the time, the corners of her lips curled ever so slightly. She was ahead of schedule, and a moment later with the last of the emails sent off, Rachel allowed herself to ease back into her office chair, glancing over the quiet young man still perched on his knees. Reaching over to cup the warmth of his cheek, Rachel brushed the pad of her thumb delicately over his bottom lip, admiring him knelt there for a moment, silence sitting comfortably between them for a moment before she broke the silence. “Open for me.” Her voice soft, but commanding, before she slipped her thumb past his lips

Benji’s knees were a little tired from having remained kneeling as long as he’d been doing so, but he hardly noticed it. He was far too pleased to be kneeling where he was, right by Rachel’s side. Here, he was able to just... exist. To be quietly hers. and not have to think about much of anything further. Of course, not having to think of anything further than being hers did occasionally give way to thoughts that threatened to drive him to distraction. Which, for the last... Benji didn’t even know how long, had started to become a bit of an issue. Rachel was so close, Benji could almost feel the warmth radiating off of her. Which, in turn, led to thoughts and memories of her touching him. And he’d always had a vivid imagination. He’d held off on squirming as a result of the quiet heat in his belly thus far, but it was becoming more of a challenge.

He glanced upward in quiet question as Rachel shifted back in her office chair, sitting up a little straighter. Benji leaned instinctively into the soft hand cupping his cheek, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The light touch to his bottom lip sent an interested zip down his spine. He gazed up at her with wide, interested eyes. He’d nearly opened his mouth on reflex the moment her thumb touched his bottom lip and it opened immediately on Rachel’s command. His lips closed around her thumb as it slipped into his mouth, tongue wrapping around the pad in a soft, slow suckling motion. Whatever small amount of tension still lingered in his frame began to bleed out with each moment her thumb was in his mouth.

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There was an ease to working from home, and most would tend to agree with her too, but Rachel found it better for far different reasons. Her work attire stayed the same, a fitted skirt and a buttoned blouse, her lunch break and other additional breaks didn't stray too far from her original schedule either, but working from her own little office ensured much needed time with Benji, regardless of whether she interacted with him or not. The company was much needed, knelt quietly by her side as she worked, it was the inspiration to keep her train of thought on work to ensure she could finish earlier than she would have done had she gone into the office itself.

Today was just like any other, fingers tapped tirelessly at her keyboard, chocolate eyes solely focused on the luminated screen as she sent off email after email, but when a pause in thought allowed her gaze to wander to the bottom corner of her screen and to notice the time, the corners of her lips curled ever so slightly. She was ahead of schedule, and a moment later with the last of the emails sent off, Rachel allowed herself to ease back into her office chair, glancing over the quiet young man still perched on his knees. Reaching over to cup the warmth of his cheek, Rachel brushed the pad of her thumb delicately over his bottom lip, admiring him knelt there for a moment, silence sitting comfortably between them for a moment before she broke the silence. "Open for me." Her voice soft, but commanding, before she slipped her thumb past his lips

#gentlelcve #(benji tag tbd.)

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gentlelcve​:

There had been a few times throughout the day that Imogen had actually checked to see if she were dragging around weights, the pressure from work to get multiple projects finished in such a short amount of time was starting to cause her body to ache as if she were carrying such a load around, instead, it was just a mental weight, which in all honestly, she could have done without despite the years of practice prior. The stress of it all even had Imogen attempt to consider working late, but after having done that in the past, she’d made a promise to Maggie to come home when she was scheduled to finish, and if things really called for it, work a bit from home too.

But tonight was different, Imogen was, in all sense of the word, exhausted, her body on autopilot, checked out on anything other than trying to solve work problems, only seeming to break from her trance for a moment, mishearing the others words when she found herself at her desk. “Are you okay?” She uttered out softly, glancing back at the older woman, before her previous words finally became clear, and she nodded softly, leaning back to gently rest her head against the brunette’s abdomen. “Nothing sounds better than bed with you.”

Maggie’s brows pinched with concern as Imogen seemingly didn’t hear her properly at first. She really was exhausted, then. “Good,” she said, giving Imogen’s upper arms a gentle squeeze as the other rested her head against Maggie’s abdomen. She leaned down once more, this time to press a kiss to Imogen’s forehead. “Up you come then, my love...” She stood back to allow Imogen to stand, reaching out to take the other’s hand to lead her carefully back to their bedroom for the night, away from work and anything that even remotely seemed as though it had something to do with responsibilities.

In the bedroom, only the lamp on the nightstand on Maggie’s side of the bed was on, bathing the room in a low, warm glow. Giving Imogen’s hand a squeeze, Maggie retreated to retrieve her own pajamas. She made quick work of exchanging her jeans and flannel, her usual attire while working in her shop and not having to set up for events, for her usual soft, heather grey matching pajama set. What was not in the realm of usual, however, was the way she left the top unbuttoned, breasts only just concealed by the fabric. The bed was already turned down for the night and Maggie moved to recline against the headboard, waiting for Imogen to join her. “I thought we might try something tonight, if you’d like - see if it helps you unwind,” she said. It was something they’d tried some time ago, in a bit of a giggly state after a few drinks, but it had been at the back of Maggie’s mind ever since.

#gentlelcve #lilies and love hearts; (maggie)

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Maggie had known something was amiss the moment Imogen walked in the door after work. Truthfully, she’d suspected the other was having a bit of a rough, stressful day at some point in the early afternoon, but she had been hesitant to go off of the tone of her texts alone. Now, though, watching her drift through dinner and chores in something like a trance, not quite present, she knew Imogen needed to rest and unwind. She also knew Imogen might need a bit of a nudge to do so. And Maggie knew just the nudge.

She managed to claim the task of cleaning up after dinner before Imogen could, and though Maggie did her best to get through it as quickly as possible while not cutting any particularly significant corners, it was evidently still enough time for Imogen to drift toward attempting to do more work from home. Maggie held in a quiet sigh. She loved what a hard worker Imogen was, but not at the expense of her wellbeing.

Maggie approached the desk where Imogen sat, clearing her throat softly to announce her presence. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, settling gentle hands on Imogen’s shoulders, “I think it’s time you and I found our pajamas for the night.” Her hands ghosted up and down Imogen’s upper arms and she leaned forward to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “I think I may be experiencing a bit of a cuddle deficit,” she joked quietly.

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ofmagicallonging​:

Robin smiled at the reactions that Benji was g9ving him. It was all so endearing and made him want to dominate the man more. He was simply too cute to deny. “I always thought you were a little. You gave me that vibe.” He mused but he gave a nod as he made a mental note. “Now sweetie, I’m going to need you to use your brain for a moment before I can make feel all good. I want you to tell me what you like and what your safeword is. I’m not going to put you in this lovely headspace till I know those things. I want to know what’s going to make you feel good. Okay.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Then I’m going to make you feel really good, sweetie.”

Benji squirmed a little in place at Robin’s astute view of him. He’d never really identified as a little, or experimented with it at all, never having wanted to on his own and never having found a partner to do so with. Until now, apparently. And he still wasn’t sure he did feel like a little, but there were certain aspects that undeniably interested him, even in his limited understanding of what being a little entailed. “I like the stoplight system for safewords, but I sometimes use ‘peaches’ too,” he said, a little smile coming almost inadvertently to his face at the gentle kiss Robin pressed to his forehead. “I’m kinda... not real sure what I like, since I haven’t really been submissive with anyone before. But I like some edging, um, and when you call me nice things, like sweetie.” He ducked his gaze, suddenly bashful.

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ofmagicallonging​:

Nilo was so confused to what was happening. The way Nick was acting only confused him more. Why was his teacher being so calm, let alone here? He wanted answers so badly. As he started to wake more, he struggled more against the restraints. Trying everything he could to get his hands free. His squirming was turning to more struggles. None of it had the strength to pull free. If anything, he was more likely to damage to himself first than to the restraints. His entire body was squirming and wiggling in his attempts. However his head was still groggy and he was still waking up from whatever he’d been given, so his harder attempts didn’t last that long. Soon he was back to the small weak squirming that didn’t do anything for him.

Nilo looked up at Nick with a quizzical look. None of this was giving him an explanation on where he was or what was happening. “Wh….wh…at…” he was forcing the words to come. He had no choice. Nick didn’t seem to freely give up information he needed. No he just seemed to be trying to look after him in this bizarre situation. But he simply couldn’t find what he wanted to say. Let alone express it verbally. He then started to try and sign. It wasn’t nearly as good as what he could do or even proper sentences. He first tried the sign for mute. But the restraints meant he couldn’t do that correctly. So his next attempt was just letters. Maybe Nick might see that. He spelt out the word mute. His finally attempt was just signalling for a pen. Maybe the message might get across.

But as his initial panic started to die down, Nilo realised he was thirsty. He looked at the bottle that was being held there. The nib instantly catching his eye. He blushed a shade of pink as he relucantly wrapped his lips around it. The blush only darkened as he took a drink from it. Sucking on the nib until he’d emptied the bottle, after all he hadn’t really finished his drink from earlier. When he was done, he turned his head to one side, the side that faced him away from Nick in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

Nick held himself back from gushing about how adorable Nilo was as he drank his bottle. The poor boy was already overwhelmed, there was no need to make it any worse. But he really was just so damn sweet, with his pink cheeks and the soft sounds of him drinking the water from the bottle. Once it was empty, Nick set it to the side once more. Gently, with slow motions only, he carded gentle fingers through Nilo’s hair.

“I think we might be feeling a little bit shy, huh?” he asked gently. “Maybe a little embarrassed? You don’t have to be embarrassed, Nilo, you did exactly as I asked. You did a very good job with your bottle, and I bet you feel some better now that you’re not thirsty, huh?”

He’d seen Nilo’s hands moving earlier, and realized belatedly that some of his motions had been him attempting to sign. If he knew how to sign, then that combined with how quiet he was and the way he avoided oral presentations... oh. A few puzzle pieces slotted into place in Nick’s head.

“Nilo, honey, I’m going to take these off your wrists for a little bit,” said Nick, tapping the soft, padded cuffs gently. “I think signing might be easier that way. I know some signs and all the letters, but you’ll have to go slow with your questions and responses. And if you can’t be a good boy without your cuffs, then we’ll put them back on and try again in a little while.” Waiting a moment to make sure Nilo heard and understood him, Nick unlocked the cuffs and carefully removed Nilo’s wrists from them, settling his arms on the bed beside him.

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Francis nodded at the thumbs down and gently pulled himself away from the desk, both so he could look at Benji and to allow the other to get up from under there. “Good boy. Thank you for telling me your needs. Up you get. Come on, darling. Come on out from there and you can walk round the room for a bit.” He encouraged with a smile. He even nodded his head in the direction for Benjo to get going. “Hmm, now I’m not sure about the bathroom. I’m sure you can hold it. I won’t be much longer. But I’m really in the flow, darling. I don’t want to break for too long.” He stretched himself out, not bothering to put his cock away right now. “Maybe I should find a way to make sure you can stay there for longer. What do you say to that?”

Benji felt a little glow of warmth low in his belly at the gentle praise from Francis. Once there was room to do so, he squirmed out from under the desk and eased himself to his feet, shaking out his legs in place for a moment. Once his knees weren’t quite so achy after having been in one place for so long, he started to walk around the room. Each step was a reminder of the increasing heaviness of his bladder. Every few steps, his thighs pressed together. “I... I don’t think I can hold it much longer, Sir,” he said, eyes drifting with interest over the other’s cock, still exposed and still glistening from having been in Benji’s mouth so long. His head cocked to the side in interest, even as he felt heat creeping up his face. “What kind of way to let me stay there for longer, Sir?” he asked. Having decisions like this made for him sent a thrill through Benji.

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Robin tied the jacket around his waist. Trying so hard to make it look cute and hide his accident. After all, even as a little, he still took pride in how he looked. He looked down at the floor and scuffed his feet as they started to walk out. Instantly settling himself against Daniel with his head resting on the man. “But…we’ve.. not finished the list. And you needed to get the list done, daddy. I’ll be fine.. we need to do the list of errands, daddy.” Robin tried to protest as they walked back to the car. “I…I… wanted to spend the day with daddy.” He added on meekly before sighing as he saw the car. No there was no changing Daniel’s mind right now. They were going home and Robin had ruined their day out together.

The moment Robin was sat, he was instantly fidgeting. Finding his current position more than uncomfortable to be sat in. Everything felt damp. He felt embarrassed and flustered. Robin was nodding along to the list of what they were going to do when they got home, agreeing with all of it, until he heard one word. He looked up at Daniel with wide eyes and a pout. “No…no..no no..no. I don’t need a diaper. I can do better. I pinky promise. I can be a good little Robin. And I can hold it. I promise.” He’d promised it before and today was meant to be a chance he proved that. “I…I can be a big boy. Or biggish.. cause I don’t wanna be too big. And I can wear pants.. not diapers… cause cause if I have to wear diapers… daddy has to change me any time we are doing daddy little days out… and and has to change me at night… and and and has to check on me… that seems a lot of work for Daddy. I can be a good Robin.” Though he actually liked the idea of wearing diapers, the only thing was more than embarrassing to him which often lead to him getting turned on and then more embarrassed until he was stuck in that loop. On top of that he didn’t want to be inconvenience to Daniel at any point. He knew this would require regular checks and changes daily from now on. Which part of him was exicited by, but that wasn’t the point. He’d wanted to show he could do one thing to look after himself that he wasn’t completely dependent on his daddy for everything. “Please, can I be a big boy and wear no diaper?”

Daniel held in a little sigh as it became immediately apparent that Robin had immediately caught on to the little inclusion in their list of things to do upon arriving home. “Robin, you’re not bad because you had an accident,” he was quick to reassure. “But Daddy has rules, lovebug, you know that. And one of those rules is that an accident means diapers for a little while. It won’t be forever.” He reached across the console to squeeze at Robin’s knee gently, hoping to settle him a little.

“It’ll take a little getting used to, but you don’t need to be worried about it being more work for Daddy. This kind of thing is Daddy’s job,” he said. And, truth be told, he enjoyed the idea of having Robin in diapers and needing just that much more attention and care from Daniel. And he knew of Robin’s interest, though he wasn’t sure he was aware of the full extent of it. “And this isn’t negotiable.” Not unless Robin safe-worded. “Can you trust Daddy and be a good boy for me when we get home? We’ll have a nice big cuddle before bed once you’re all clean and comfy. Doesn’t that sound good?”

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Robin had been looking forward to their day out for ages. Well, not really ages they'd only planned it a few days ago, but that was still ages to him. The morning he'd been skipping around the house with an excessive amount of excitable energy. Any time spent with Daniel was always good in his mind. He even dressed himself that morning, something he was more than proud of. After picking out his matching out, bag and plushie that he put in the bag, Robin was good to go.

On the way there, he was as good as gold. The first shop, he still was. After that, he started getting distracted with more things and forgetting simple things they had on the list. The current shop they were in, Robin had wandered off a little bit and was looking at some things he liked. But then he could feel a need. He tried to ignore it at first, it could wait. He wandered off a bit further into the store, picking up various items that got his attention. None of which were needed. But then his need got stronger, and he soon couldn't hold it for much more. He ran back over to Daniel and tugged on his sleeve. "Daddy.. we need.. we need to finish here quickly... please, Daddy .. I need the loo." He whispered, blushing dark red at what he was saying. He always got embarrassed about this. "Please, Daddy... not sure I can hold it."

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Nilo had decided that going to university far from home would be a good choice. It’d maybe force him to go on the adventures he so badly wanted. He’d make friends. He’d have stories to tell. But really it was far from that. Everything was a huge shock to him and it was clear he didn’t adapt well. There was more people in the university than there was on his entire island. He was overwhelmed by all his lessons and more overwhelmed by the city itself. Then with the expectation of Nick’s lessons, he really struggled with everything. His grades were bad, he rarely turned up to most classes. Even with Nick’s he’d skip if there was any chance he’d have to speak there. When he did come, he’d stay to one side and keep to himself. He wouldn’t interact much at all. He even daydreamed in some lessons. It was clear to anyone that he needed someone to look after him. Heck he even wanted to have someone look after him and make it all less overwhelming.

Nilo wasn’t sure how to even find such a thing. All he had was his routines and habits. It was the closest he had to being looked after. That day after class he got himself a hot drink like always. He remembered seeing Nick there, he thought he’d seen the teacher there a few times if he was being honest. Then things went hazy. Soon after, it went black.

As his eyes started to open, his head felt like it was pounding. His eye sight was completely blurry. But even in his current physical state he could feel how he was. The gag was fine. Gags were great actually. Gags meant there was no pressure to ever talk. If he could get away with being gagged most of the time, it was something he’d jump at. But his hands being restrained, worried him. He started to try to pull them free but all he was capable of doing was squirming weakly. His eyes slowly fixed on the blurry figure in front of him. Confused whining noises were escaping behind his gag. It was the closest thing g he had right now. Their voice sounded so familar, if only he could place it.

At the pat, Nilo could only squirm more. Suddenly realising what was on him. Though in a strange way, it kind of felt comforting. He couldn’t describe it though. His eyes started to focus more, and he thought he saw his teacher. It couldn’t be right. Yet the closer Nick got, he couldn’t deny that was who it was. Another confused noise came from him, and he tried to free his hands once more. His eyes widened as the gag was taken away from him. He really wished that had been kept in place. He went to open his mouth, and just like he’d expected, no words came. That’s how it always went when he wasn’t around someone he trusted. Yet, given his position, he needed to force himself to say something. He needed his hands. “I…I.. I.. n..n..” was all that he was able to get out before letting a small noise of frustration.

More than anything else, Nilo worried Nick. He did well enough in his class for the most part, but there were several days where he just didn’t show up. When he did show up, he kept well to himself, not participating and just barely seeming to be hanging on in terms of looking after himself. Frequently, he appeared to either be lost in thought or on the verge of falling asleep. Nick couldn’t tell which one. He did know, through learning Nilo’s routine, that this wasn’t necessarily unusual behavior. The boy was on the verge of academic probation and seemed to stumble his way through his daily routine.

That, at least, had been a tremendous help with Nick learning more about Nilo and learning just how much the boy desperately needed his care. It had been easy enough to slip a little something into the daily hot drink Nilo would buy. It had looked as though the boy had started to feel unwell to the average bystander, and easier still for Nick to make a show of getting him home to rest.

Nilo had a bit of a strange reaction to Nick taking the pacifier gag out of his mouth. Yes, it was a long-term goal that Nilo would eventually come to enjoy having a pacifier for comfort, but he almost seemed comforted by it even now. His brow pinched in concern when Nilo couldn’t seem to get out even a single word. Was this trouble speaking why he hadn’t consistently been in Nick’s, or any, classes? How had he missed that?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nick soothed, picking up a bottle of water he’d set on a table beside Nilo’s bed when he’d come in to the room. “I know this is a lot to take in all at once. Let’s have some water and we can try again in a little while.” Gently, he held the nib of the bottle against Nilo’s lips.

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Francis had some research to do on a new possible dig site and what better way to do it than with a cute boy on his knees. He’d been typing away at the computer, not paying to much attention to the boy for a while. Finally Francis was giving himself a small break and stretching out when he looked at Benji with a smile. “Are you doing okay, darling?” He asked softly. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have asked. But Benji, he had a soft spot for so he felt obliged to check in on the submissive. He gave a chuckle when he realised how far gone Benji was. It was almost cute. “Come back to earth, Benjamin. I need to check you’re okay and your knees are stuck. Can you give me a thumbs up if I can continue my research. Or a thumbs down if you need a break.”

Benji struggled to blink away some of the haze that had settled over him as Francis spoke to him again. As some of the real world began to trickle back in to focus around him, he became aware that his knees were definitely getting a little sore. Not terribly so, but enough that he was aware of the discomfort. More than that, though, he felt his bladder twinge. Lifting up one of his hands to be in view of Francis, he offered a thumbs down. He waited until he was granted permission to pull back, swallowing a few times and clearing his throat. “I just need to stand up and stretch a little bit and, um,” he bit his lip sheepishly, “I gotta use the bathroom. Please?”

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Robin let out a small whine as he was told there wasn’t a bathroom here. He’d never been fantastic at holding it. Espeically when by his standards he had been trying to hold it already. The possibility of having to hold it for longer already seemed daunting to him, let alone having to move. “I umm. I um….um… didn’t need it that badly then, daddy. I thought.. I thought I could hold it.” He admitted, a look of complete of embarrassment on his face. Communicating his needs was still something that Robin was working on and he knew that. He struggled to say an issue was starting to occur, instead he’d leave it till it was something massive. But when it lead to situations like this, it reminded him why he relied on Daniel as his daddy. “I really really need to go.. really really really need to.” He whined out.

Robin was struggling to stay still as they got to the till. His legs kept crossing before he’d changed position seconds later to then repeat the whole process. He kept a tight grip on Daniel’s hand as he stood there, trying not to make too much noise or draw too much attention. Not that it was really working. When they finally started to leave, Robin was walking with complete haste and purpose. They had just entered the next shop when he suddenly stilled. A small whining noise coming from him. In seconds, a dark blush was covering his face. He looked down to see the obvious damp patch now on the front of his dungarees. His squirming was no longer of need, but now in attempts to get comfortable. “I’m.. I’m…I’m sorry daddy… I tried. I really tried.. wanna be good boy.. but.. I tried.” He whimpered before looking up at Daniel with wide eyes. It was more than clear that he was embarrassed by what had happened. “I’m sorry..daddy.”

Communicating needs was still something Daniel was working on with Robin. And making it to the bathroom had never been the easiest for his little one, which was why he’d been a bit hesitant when Robin had picked out a pair of underwear to go with his outfit, rather than a pull-up or a diaper. But he’d been so excited that Daniel just hadn’t had the heart to suggest either as an option. He was starting to regret that choice now. They were going to have to have a talk about not trying to hold it for too long when they got home, assuming Robin managed to make it to the next shop without incident. “We’ll be fast, baby, I promise,” he murmured, offering a free hand to Robin to hold until they reached the till.

With the speed they were going, Daniel was feeling cautiously optimistic about their chances of getting Robin to the bathroom as they entered the next shop when his baby suddenly stilled and whined beside him in a telling way. “Oh, honey,” Daniel sighed when he turned to see a wet patch spread across the front of Robin’s dungarees. He quickly shrugged off his jacket. handing it off to Robin. “I know you tried. Tie this around your waist, sweetheart, okay? We’re gonna get you home now.” Once the jacket was securely in place around Robin’s waist, Daniel wrapped an arm around his shoulders and walked him out of the shop and toward the car, where he deposited him in the passenger seat and put their bags in the back before settling into the driver’s seat. “We’ll get you in a nice warm bath when we get home, how does that sound?” he asked as he pulled the car away from the curb. “And then some cozy pajamas and a diaper, and we’ll read some stories...” Daniel wasn’t trying to trick Robin, but he was hoping that slipping the mention of diapers into the middle of things Robin enjoyed would soften the blow a little and hopefully lessen the chance of backtalk.

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Robin had been looking forward to their day out for ages. Well, not really ages they'd only planned it a few days ago, but that was still ages to him. The morning he'd been skipping around the house with an excessive amount of excitable energy. Any time spent with Daniel was always good in his mind. He even dressed himself that morning, something he was more than proud of. After picking out his matching out, bag and plushie that he put in the bag, Robin was good to go.

On the way there, he was as good as gold. The first shop, he still was. After that, he started getting distracted with more things and forgetting simple things they had on the list. The current shop they were in, Robin had wandered off a little bit and was looking at some things he liked. But then he could feel a need. He tried to ignore it at first, it could wait. He wandered off a bit further into the store, picking up various items that got his attention. None of which were needed. But then his need got stronger, and he soon couldn't hold it for much more. He ran back over to Daniel and tugged on his sleeve. "Daddy.. we need.. we need to finish here quickly... please, Daddy .. I need the loo." He whispered, blushing dark red at what he was saying. He always got embarrassed about this. "Please, Daddy... not sure I can hold it."

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