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djs-horny-blog-lmao · 3 months

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logince, sub logan dom roman. about 2.8k words.

hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.

summary: Logan agrees to let Roman help run his routine maintenance, especially as he has put off doing a proper, deep scan for a while. Roman... takes the opportunity to add some of his own programming, while he has a direct link to Logan's brain.

full fic under the cut ;]

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“Thank you for agreeing to do my maintenance,” Logan says from where he’s sitting on the bench, plugged into his power-port, blinking at his friend behind the desk.

Roman smiles at him.

“Of course,” he replies. “It must suck having to run your own diagnostics.”

He then types something into the computer, and Logan shifts, where he’s sitting, tracing the cables and cords that run from Roman’s computer into Logan’s plugs. He’s an android, and while he is capable of doing this himself, he’s left it a little too long, and when his battery gets low, he… slows down.

Roman offered to do it for him, today, and so Logan gets to just sit still, charging, watching the percentage metre on his UI slowly tick upwards, as diagnostic data rolls past on his periphery. Logan tunes it out, this time, though. He trusts Roman.

“The worst part is plugging yourself in,” he agrees.

Roman laughs a little, and reclines in his chair, looking over at Logan.

“How long does this usually take?”

Logan rubs the back of his neck, just below his synthetic blue hairline, careful not to dislodge the plug in the back of his neck.

“An hour or two,” he says. “I haven’t done a full scan in a while, purely because it takes so long. My impatience has not paid off, clearly.”

Roman snorts. “You hardly ever seem to unwind enough to sit still for that long,” he teases back. “…I can help with that, though, if you want?”

“What?”

“Help with passing the time,” Roman says innocently enough. “While we wait for the scan.”

Logan blinks at him again. “…That is what you’re here for.”

And Roman grins.

“Good,” he says. “Trust me, Logan.”

Logan frowns, and as Roman types something more, and something suddenly feels different about how Logan perceives the world, he goes to stand, trying to be mindful not to unplug himself.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Roman tuts, barely glancing up from his monitors. “Sit down, Logan. You don’t want to yank out your cables.”

Logan… does as he’s told. That surprises him. He sits back down, his processor barely seeming to do little more than… let the order pass through and be accepted.

“…What?” Logan asks. “What just happened?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Roman says, typing more intensely, and suddenly, Logan wonders if he should be concerned that he asked a coder as good as Roman to oversee his maintenance. “Just sit there, Logan, and talk to me. We’re just going to sit here together while the scan goes through.”

But… Logan just nods, despite himself, and some of the concern melts away. He won’t worry about it, then.

“Okay,” he says.

“Good,” Roman says, and shoots Logan a pretty smile. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan shifts a little again, biting his lip as his fan whines away quietly, starting to work a little harder.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman asks, tilting his head, pausing his typing, looking at Logan like he’s waiting for something in specific to happen.

Logan shivers, before he touches his outer thigh, his side, his spine (as best he can) and, importantly, the power cord plugged into the back of his neck to check he didn’t dislodge any of the cables.

“I think so,” he says. “I… feel strange.”

“Well, it must be because you’ve put off doing a proper scan,” Roman tells him, and Logan purses his lips and nods along, it’s a good point. “No wonder you’d be feeling funny.”

Funny. That’s a good word for it. Logan’s lips tweak into a smile.

“That’s a very human way of putting it,” he muses. “Funny…”

“Yeah,” Roman nods. “It’s a good word for when you can’t quite describe something. Especially when you’ve never quite felt anything like it before.”

“Funny,” Logan echoes, before he shivers again. “I… I do feel funny.”

“Well, then,” Roman says, turning back to the screens and typing some more. “That’s strange, isn’t it? What does it feel like?”

Logan frowns into space as that feeling… grows. It sands down the edges of his mind, softening everything, making it a little harder to think. If he was able to pay attention to it, Logan might have noticed that the diagnostic data in the corner of his UI was giving him different read-outs than usual. Logan doesn’t notice, though.

“It…” his voice is so soft, the synthesizer is much more pronounced. “It feels like static. Warm static.”

“Does it feel nice?” Roman asks, glancing up from his screens.

Logan stares ahead for a little longer before replying, genuinely evaluating the way the fuzz makes him feel. But the longer he sits there, the more it builds, and… the warmer and more comfortable it gets.

Eventually, Logan actually smiles, and replies, “…yes, it does.”

“That’s good,” Roman says. “That’s wonderful. Sink into it, Logan.”

“…Hm?” Logan blinks a few times, trying to grasp a thought as Roman’s words sit a little funny with him.

“You can sink into it,” Roman encourages again, and the sound of Roman’s fingers flying over the keys hits Logan’s audio-processors, and it’s… oddly soothing. “You should. It feels good, it’s a reward, Logan, for letting me do your maintenance.”

“Oh,” Logan says, before he slumps a little, letting himself smile again. “Okay.”

His optics drift closed, now, slowly, his UI dimming, and Roman stands up as he realises something, and Logan watches Roman cross the room, approach, and…

Roman pulls out his power cord.

“But…” Logan says hazily, as the low battery alert pops up on his UI. “I… I’m only at fifteen percent, Roman.”

“That’s okay,” Roman says, and… he touches Logan. He runs his finger around the rim of Logan’s power plug, and Logan gasps. “That’s okay, Logan. You said you feel slow and fuzzy on low battery. I think that’s a nice place to be, especially while you have lots of time to wait. Don’t worry, I’ll plug you in before your battery goes fully dead.”

Logan wants to reply, maybe even to argue, but his full attention is on Roman’s fingertip, running circles around his port.

“Does this feel good, Logan?” Roman asks him. “Does this feel funny?”

Logan nods as best he can without moving too much to dislodge Roman’s hand. His mouth is hanging open. His fans are whirring. His eyes usually glow – they’re dimmed now, for being in power saving mode.

“God, you look so good on low battery,” Roman says hungrily. “I was reading up about your model, Logan. You have all the sensory receptors a human would. A feat of engineering. You can feel the same emotions. The same pain.”

The finger keeps circling.

“The same pleasure,” Roman says, his voice soft and lulling. “And your mind is just as malleable. Even more so, when you let me in like this.”

Logan whimpers. He hasn’t tested the full capabilities of his pleasure sensors yet.

“Roman,” he manages to say. It comes out with a harsher, synthetic edge.

“God, you sound so good like that,” Roman murmurs, and he leans in and licks Logan’s cheek. It makes the android shudder. “Has anyone ever done this to you, Logan?”

“No,” Logan says honestly, his head tipping back against Roman’s arm. “H-hah…”

“Do you know what’s going on, Logan?” Roman asks.

“N-no…”

“I’m programming you,” Roman tells him.

Logan stares up at Roman’s face through half-lidded, non-understanding eyes.

“…Hm?”

“Programming you,” Roman repeats. “Programming some things into you. Nothing bad, mind you. How can it be bad? It feels so good.”

Roman’s words somehow seem perfectly in time with the way his finger traces Logan’s port. Logan whimpers again, and slowly spreads his legs, bracing himself on his hands so he can grind up against nothing. He… he feels so needy.

“You’re so smart, and so independent,” Roman keeps talking. “You never let anyone take care of you. You even run your own maintenance. You don’t need to do that, anymore.”

Logan must be hot to the touch, for how hard his fan is working. He’s gasping for air. The tactile pleasure receiver between his legs is already throbbing, his pleasure system has well and truly kicked in and his slit is now wet. Logan grinds against the air. He’s not opposed to touching himself, normally, but he doesn’t like wasting the lubrication – it’s annoying and kind of embarrassing to refill, especially when he’s alone.

But he isn’t now.

“You can let me do it,” Roman says, and his other hand comes to Logan’s throat, tracing its way downwards. “You can let me run your maintenance. You can let me look after you. You can let me do this to you.”

Logan moans, optics rolling as Roman dips a finger into his charging port, before it returns to circling.

“You never mentioned your charging port was sensitive,” Roman comments.

“O-only when- ah!” Logan’s hips thrust up again, and he shoots Roman a hazy, desperate look. “Only when I’m low… low battery.”

“I see,” Roman hums, and he slips his finger back into the port, and Logan moans so loud his vocaliser glitches, his optics rolling. “Good boy for telling me.”

And- oh. Roman starts to finger his charging port. Logan grips the bench so tightly as waves of pleasure crash over him. It feels so good, and normally, when he’s feeling this good, Logan would be a few fingers deep in himself, but… but his hands won’t move. He can only sit there, sit still and take what Roman’s doing.

“Good boy,” Roman repeats, drawling over the words, drawing out, making Logan focus on them, sink into them. “Such a good boy.”

“R-Roman, Roman, s-sir,” Logan gasps, wanting more, wanting to beg but surprisingly unable to find the words. He’s surprised by sir, though.

“Oh, that did work,” Roman notes, pleased. “Yes, Logan?”

“I… I wanna…” Logan stammers, trying to press back against Roman’s hand, even as his other hand rests flat on Logan’s stomach. “I-I need to…”

“You need to cum?” Roman asks him. “Are you that needy, Logan?”

Logan can’t cry, but he would be crying now if he could.

“Yes!” Logan gasps. “Yes, sir!”

“Good boy,” Roman praises him, and the fingering speeds up, and Logan’s visuals are flickering for how overloaded his processor is, he can only focus on the pleasure. “It feels good to call me sir. It feels good to let me do this to you. You want it. You need it.”

“I need it,” Logan repeats, fan whining.

“You need sir to fuck you.”

“I…” Logan gasps as Roman pulls his finger away, leaving him aching and so, so wet. “I need sir to fuck me.”

Once the words are said outloud, it’s like something has shifted again. Logan opens his optics a little wider, and Roman watches it register across his face.

“I need you to fuck me,” Logan repeats, more insistent this time, more desperate, and he spreads his legs wider and looks up at Roman even as Roman drinks him in. “Please fuck me, sir. Please?”

“Good boy,” Roman says. “Hm. What percentage are you on?”

Logan shudders. “N-nine, sir.”

Roman smiles, unbuckles his belt and shimmies his pants down enough to reveal his cock, and oh, Logan has had a fascination with organic sexual organs, but he’s never had the chance to really look at one before.

“Then I better fuck you before you go flat,” Roman says. “But if you go flat, and I’m not done, I may just keep fucking you. Do you mind, Logan?”

Logan’s head spins with arousal at the mere idea, and he shakes his head desperately.

“I don’t mind, sir, I don’t,” Logan says, as he carefully lays back on his elbows. “Eight percent, sir, please fuck me?”

Roman steps in between Logan’s thighs and presses his cock to Logan’s dripping slit. Logan likes to stretch himself but technically, he doesn’t need it, and that’s proven as Roman pushes straight in.

“Oh-hh.”

Logan moans, so genuine and so loud that his voice modulator glitches again. H-he’s… never had something organic inside him before. It feels so good, hot and warm and soft, he can feel it throb inside him.

“God, you’re perfectly tight,” Roman groans, his hands coming to grip Logan’s thighs, fingers splayed around the cable plugged into his right one. “I’ve dreamt about fucking this robot pussy, Logan. You’re perfect for me.”

Logan’s too busy shorting out on overloaded pleasure centres to answer. The diagnostic data is still scrolling past on his UI, flashing words at him, the blinking warning of his low battery alert is rhythmic and entrancing, and his cognitive… oh, that must be it. Logan smiles dreamily. His cognitive processor has been… um…

Dulled. Is that the right word? Logan giggles a little as Roman thrusts into him. Dimmed? Dumbed down.

“God, there it is,” Roman breathes. “Fuck, I was waiting for that. You just figured out what’s going on, haven’t you, Logan?”

“Yeah,” Logan replies, equally as breathily, though it’s synthetic for him. “I’m stupid!”

“You are!” Roman says delightedly, and he starts to fuck Logan properly, setting a rhythm that makes Logan gasp, and his head loll with every thrust. “You’re my dumb little drone, who needs my cock.”

“Ohh,” Logan moans, both in pleasure and in realisation even as Roman’s… as his admin’s cock drives all his thoughts away. “I’m… a dumb… f-fuck, dumb drone…”

“You need my cock.”

“I n-need Admin’s cock,” Logan echoes.

“Fuck, that worked.” Roman slows right down, grinds against Logan painfully slowly, less because he wants to and more like he has something to test. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Logan.”

“Hgn, please cum in me, sir,” Logan looks up at him with dull, dull optics. “Please fill me, Admin, please.”

“H-ha, fuck.”

Roman gives in, then. The last of his willpower shattered. Logan moans over and over, his modulator almost giving up, his vision flickering even as Roman’s programming washes over his visual processor and sinking in deeper, and he clenches around Roman’s cock.

“God, you make such a good drone,” Roman gasps, his hips slapping against Logan’s. “You’re perfect. You want this. You need this. You were built to take my cock.”

“I was built to take your cock,” Logan slurs.

“When I refer to myself as Admin, you fall into this headspace,” Roman tells him. “Blank and fuzzy, warm and needy. Understand?”

“Yes, Admin,” Logan replies. It’s mechanical. P-programmed into him.

“F-fuck, shit, shit, shit,” Roman loses his rhythm, “gonna fucking cum, Logan.”

“Please, please, please,” Logan begs, desperate for release – Roman’s release, his own release, anything. “Please, please, please, please.”

Logan’s vision dims even more. Two percent.

“Fuck, fucking cum for me, Logan,” Roman orders, and one hand flies to Logan’s neck, fumbling, sliding around his casing until his finger sinks back into Logan’s port, and Logan goes fully tense asn he cums.

His orgasm is so intense, it completely overloads Logan’s brain. He goes still, goes limp, eyes flickering, as Roman keeps fucking him, chasing his orgasm.

It feels so fucking good, Logan opens his mouth to try say anything, maybe to try warn Roman about the imminent shut down being warned in his UI, but the urge of power it took to cum makes it impossible.

Logan has just enough battery power to feel Roman cum inside him before he goes flat.

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Logan opens his eyes with a gasp. H-he feels… he feels so horny, he knows without even glancing at his UI that his pleasure system is lit up like a city, and he glances at Roman, who is waiting behind the computer, idly typing.

…Maybe Roman hasn’t noticed? Logan bites his lip. That’s good. H-he can just wait til the scan’s over, and then get himself off in privacy.

“H-how’s it going, Roman?” he calls.

“Oh!” Roman starts, glancing over. “Good! It’s almost done. You’ve got ten percent left.”

Logan nods, before he frowns at his UI. “…I have surprisingly low battery,” he comments.

“Oh,” Roman waves a hand. “It turns out you didn’t plug in properly before we started. You went flat halfway through and I plugged you in then.”

Logan frowns. He could have sworn he did, in fact, plug himself in properly. But the proof otherwise is in front of him, so… he shrugs.

“Thank you, then,” he says. “…I’ll admit, it’s nice to have someone else here to catch my mistakes like that.”

Roman’s eyes flash with something, then. A little amused, almost.

“Of course,” he says. “Hey, I can help out from now on, if you want, I don’t mind.”

Logan feels an inexplicable throb between his legs, and desperately ignores it, smiling politely at Roman.

“…Actually, that’s very kind of you,” Logan says. “I’d like that.”

Roman smiles, and stands.

“Admin access,” he declares.

Logan doesn’t even have time to process the statement before everything goes funny. He plummets back down, back into trance, the warm embrace of Roman’s programming taking over.

Logan hardly hears himself speak as he spreads his legs.

“Access granted. Drone is ready.”

Roman grins wickedly, and proudly takes his rightful place between Logan’s legs, so he can really make sure the programming has set in.

#nsfs fic #nsft fic #nsfs logan #nsfs roman #nsfs logince #hypnokink #hypnosis #dronification #dj writes #...this is kind of the inverse of that first thing i ever posted. of vampire logan domming roman. anyway.#robophilia #robot fucker #i feel like there's a word for it i cant remember what it is #anyway. enjoy.#tbh. this is for my mutual who kept putting robofucking on my dash

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soukokumychildren · 18 days

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Is the background behind your profile pic related to your AU?

Also it is amazing, and super detailed! Has to be one of my favorite pieces of your art! :)

It is! In this scene Chuuya intends to tease and joke around with Dazai before he sets him free, since they're both in the ADA. While yes, Dazai could have broken out any time, he wished to be saved by his pRiNcE cHaRmInG once again (y'know, since everyone remembers that one scene in dead apple as such, lol). And since Dazai's hunch proves correct for whatever records he was looking for in the con storage room (going based off memory here) he steals it and they go back undetected. If you wanna see the image its here: Dj's art

#ask #short explanation #short story (?)#dj writes #bsd #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #bungou stray dogs #au #dazai x chuuya #skk au #skk

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dj123vbasement · 3 months

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Stuck In A Lab: Cagney Carnation Fanfic By: Dj123v (Disclaimer:) This is an ongoing story and I might add more whenever I have the time to do it. Just to clarify, y/n means “your name,” which is a self insert. Don’t worry about any NSFW in here because it’s just a comfort character thing for other fellow Cagney enjoyers.

You found yourself walking down a strange abandoned laboratory that was located in the middle of nowhere. The laboratory was filled with a bunch of empty prison cells and cages, some even being oxidized due to old blood stains. Something caught your attention and it was the room to your right. This obviously caused you to approach it and you gently opened the door, not wanting to make any noise. Once you’ve fully opened the door you step inside the room and it was quite large. It had even more cells on the inside of it and you suddenly heard a strange growling noise that came from ahead of you. You, being curious, moved forward and noticed a strange flower-like beast that was chained up against a metal pole. The beast opened one of his eyes and he stared directly at you, growling with anger. You stepped back for a moment, being quite afraid of the creature. However, you being scared only made the beast raise an eyebrow and he gave you a look of confusion. “You’re not one of those scientists, are you,” the beast asked. You shook your head, still being quite scared to say anything, let alone do anything. The beast chuckled and he spoke again, “The name’s Cagney, Cagney Carnation. I was brought here for whatever, I really don’t know. I guess they wanted to turn me into some monster, which they did, but I still have control over my body; Unlike the other patients here.” You let out a sigh of relief, the tension eased slightly. You stepped a little more forward and you introduced yourself to the beast, “I’m y/n.” Cagney looked at you for a moment, examining you before he responded, “Nice name. Anyways, mind if you help me out?” He looked down at the chains that held him against the metal pole. You nodded and you moved downwards, trying to remove the tangled chains. Once you’ve removed the chains, Cagney moved out from them and he released his large vines. “Ah, that felt so much better,” he stretched his vines out, “Thanks for freeing me,” he grinned, trying to sound harmless because he could tell that you were anxious. You backed away slightly after you freed Cagney and he placed his hand on your shoulder, “It’s fine, I just wanna ask you a couple of questions.” You were a little caught off guard by this and you looked at him curiously, wondering what he wanted to ask you. “Why did you even come here? This place has been abandoned for quite a while,” Cagney asked. You explained to Cagney your reasonings and how you were intrigued by how this place looked on the outside. “Really? I’m honestly surprised you’re into that kind of urban exploration stuff. No offense, you don’t seem much like a touch person,” Cagney laughed in response and this jab of his made you a little irritated. You didn’t say anything though and you turned around to walk out of the room to further explore more places that were in the laboratory. Cagney tilted his head in confusion as he noticed that you were walking away and he followed you from behind. Moving his vines along the floor to keep up with you. You obviously knew that he was behind you and you didn’t say anything. Your lack of words made Cagney himself anxious even though he could easily kill you if he wanted to. “Where are you going,” Cagney asked. You responded, telling him about how you wanted to keep exploring the laboratory. Cagney didn’t bother asking anymore questions and he continued to follow you. You both eventually make it to another room, but it seemed to be completely empty. Cagney pushed you out of the way slightly that way he could fit through the door and this irritated you again. He seemed to be ungrateful towards your act of freeing him. Out of spite, you stepped on one of his vines and this caused Cagney to shriek in pain. He turned his face around and he growled at you, “What was that for!?” He shouted. You explained to Cagney that he was being a jerk and all he did was sigh in return, looking away from you. You walked forward and you were in the room with Cagney. You noticed a few syringes and strange substances that

were in bottles, stored on a table. You also noticed a shelf above the table that had more of those bottles. You approached them and you grabbed one of the bottles that had the substance in them. You looked at the bottle closely, examining it. Cagney turned around and he moved beside you, noticing how you held the bottle. “What is that?” He asked and you responded, telling him that you were not sure. Cagney’s large hand reached out to grab one of the bottles, which caused him to bump into the nearby shelf. The bottles that were on the shelf fell onto Cagney and he stumbled back. You were startled by this and you turned to Cagney, asking him if he was alright. Cagney growled and it seemed like whatever substances were in those bottles had affected him in a way. You knew something was wrong by the way Cagney looked at you and this caused you to slowly back away from him. His growls got louder and it seemed like he became hostile. Cagney already didn’t like how you stepped on his vines, so this just added onto his anger. You noticed that there was an axe beside the door and you grabbed it, pointing it at Cagney as you backed away. Cagney slashed one of his claws at you and you ducked, avoiding the attack. He growled when you dodged the attack and he tried to slash you again. You got hit and this caused you to stumble back, but you managed to get up and run out of the room. Cagney was angered even more by this and he chased you down a hallway. He knocked over a lot of miscellaneous things such as desks as you both ran. You noticed that there was an air event open and you ran to it, stepping inside to try to avoid Cagney. Cagney didn’t like this one bit and he scratched at the air vent. On the other hand, you were safe for a moment inside the vent and you gasped, trying to regain your breath. Cagney eventually gave up after a few minutes and he moved to a different room. You were still sitting in the vent and you were trying to process what just happened. You peaked out of the vent, trying to see where Cagney would’ve gone, but you couldn’t see him because he was in another room. The only thing you could hear was his angered growls and he seemed to be knocking over stuff. You moved to your opposite side and you noticed how there was another opening to the vent. You crawled to the opposite side and you kept moving forward, trying to find another opening to escape the laboratory. You heard Cagney’s growling again and it came from below you. This caused you to slow down your movement and you slowly moved forward, not wanting to bring any attention to yourself. Once you’ve crawled to the other side of the vent where the opening was, you made sure to look around the area. You seriously didn’t want Cagney finding out that you were trying to escape. You slowly opened the opening from the vent and you crawled out. You stood up and you realized that you had ended up in another room. You were not anywhere close to the exit and you could hear Cagney’s growls again. You thought to yourself for a moment about finding a way to turn Cagney back to normal because there was no way you could be hiding for much longer. You then noticed similar looking bottles that had substances in them on another desk. You carefully approached them due to there being a lot of debris on the floor. You reached for one of the bottles and it read “Normality Serum” on it. This most likely was the antidote for whatever Cagney had been infected with. You looked at the other substances and they seemed to be the same substance that turned Cagney hostile. You decided it was best to take the bottle with you and you hid the other substances that could pose another risk inside a nearby drawer. You placed the bottle in your pocket and you approached the door that led out of the room. You looked through the small window that was on the door before opening it and you looked around once more. Cagney didn’t seem to be nearby and this was sort of a relief to you, but this made you worry about where he could’ve been. (To be continued.)

#stuck in a lab fanfic #dj writes #cagney carnation #cuphead

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djs-random-blog · 2 years

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Saturday, 1 October 2022

When we were young, our mother handed us a paintbrush.

It had a blue plastic handle, barely large enough for us to wrap our hands around, and the bristles were scratchy and made from plastic also. It was not a good painting tool, even for us and our measly art skills. But that’s not why she gave it to us. As it turned out, the failure of a paintbrush was actually perfectly created for a different role.

She took us down to the bottom of the garden, where the tree branches hung low and the ducks swam, in graceful contrast to how they move on land. Where the foliage felt more vibrant and the chickens stared at us curiously. Where her plum tree had been growing since she first bought it, around five years earlier. The last couple of years it hadn’t produced much fruit at all.

“You know how bees pollinate flowers? Well I haven’t seen many bees around here so I’d like you to help me experiment.” She gently tugged me closer to her and with one arm around my waist, pulled a branch closer to our faces with the other, tilting it slightly to better look inside the white blossoms. “That paintbrush I gave you is your bee leg. Gently dip it into the pollen of one flower, then do the same at another one.” She demonstrated until I nodded, and held the paintbrush out to me, unable or unwilling to hide her proud and excited smile. “Leave it by the backdoor when you’re done, then you’re sister can use it as well if she’d like.”

Now I sit in the chair I found at the side of the road, at my backdoor, looking out into my small square of garden. The tea in my hand is warm and comforting, and the uncovered stretch of skin between my thighs and my socks embraces the glorious nip in the air, as the rain drops gently onto the leaves of the trees. Every now and then, the sound from the road dies down and I can hear the dripping of water droplets, from leaf to leaf, like my own personal orchestra. The air smells distinctly green.

Earlier in the morning, when the road wasn’t as busy and my tea wasn’t in my hands, the way the rain made the leaves twitch had given me a short delusion that all the leaves were butterflies. They rubbed their wings together, and batted them, preparing for flight, and any minute now they’d take off and prove me right. I closed my eyes and imagined what I knew was going to happen. A thousand vivid green butterflies taking to the air from the trees behind my house and flying together over the fields like flocks of starlings.

I opened my eyes and something in the back of my mind quietly told me that I was being silly. A moment later a drop of rain hit my bare leg and a particularly loud truck stirred me from my delusion. I shook my head but still smiled.

That was a rare, peaceful, rather lovely delusion.

#DJ writes #dj's random blog

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balloonboyismyson · 3 months

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What would be all the reactions to the sb animatronics if you booped them?

Freddy: Honk! Freddy looks surprised for a moment before chuckling at you, his eyes squinting as if he had a big grin. "I have heard if you manage to boop my nose 3 times in one visit, you get a free photo pass! U-Unfortunately, if you boop it the third time in my room, you do not get another pass. I am... truly sorry."

Roxy: Roxy looks up at you from her chair, completely unamused. She proceeds to sigh and roll her eyes. "I guess it's not every day you're standing this close to Roxanne Wolf," she moves her snout to lightly bonk the hand holding the makeup brush, "tic toc, I need to be on stage in 5."

Chica and Monty: BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU

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dustybones · 3 months

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a lil gift for @capriclonus featuring a scene from their dj shadowheart fic

#they write shadowheart so well go check the fic out plz #shadowzel #dj shadowheart #lae'zel #bg3 #dusty art

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ramp-it-up · 21 days

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II Most Wanted-

Jake Syverson x Reader AU (Sy x Buttercup)

You fell in love with Captain Syverson 20 years ago. 17 year old Football and Baseball Captain Jake Syverson, that is.

You two didn’t make any sense: you were the new girl in town, and Sy was the Homecoming king, but you were his shotgun rider in his iconic Ford Bronco for a few majestic months in 2004.

An unplanned pregnancy, deception, and duty tear you two apart. Forever.

So you thought.

Life took you across continents, marriages, and careers as you both grew up, and you thought your heart was safe. But the feeling you got when you saw Captain Syverson, US Army, Retired, at your 20 year reunion was quite the unexpected twist in your orderly life.

Your new job causes your lives to collide in both the best and the worst ways. Will you run, or ride or die?

Old feelings and new promises.

Angst, fluff, and smut.

This one’s got it all.

Ao3 Link

Part I: ...And I don't know what you're doin' tonight…

Part II: Pedal so heavy...

Part III: Drivin’ you crazy…

Part IV: …Anytime you’d like

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snailsnaps · 4 months

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y/n needs to go back work

#hii ive been REALLY sick but im getting better now - slowly at least #writing's been hard so have some pulse protocols doodles while I get back to it #pulse protocols #snailsnaps #sketches #fnaf djmm #fnaf sb djmm #fnaf dj music man #fnaf sb dj music man #dj music man #djmm #djmm x reader #fnaf music man #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf

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starrysharks · 9 months

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super-star pirate quintet - a no-buts treasure hunt across our sparkling camelot galaxy!

#yes the second part of the sentence is the tagline for ultimate excalibur #ocs #my ocs #my ocs art #original characters #optico #nova starbridge #paro chroneko #dj v con #clyde blacktooth #these are (probably) their very final designs. theyve come so far...#im incredibly glad with the results. these 5 have gone through so many designs n iterations that it just feels natural for them to get here #im currently writing ultimate excalibur's first part and im having a ton of fun #really really hope that i can actually get it out soon despite how long im planning for it to be #theres a lot of stuff to design #namely environments and items #but i know ill get there. this is my biggest pet project and its almost time for it to come out of the cage #zeno's art

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artastic-friend · 10 months

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I love this Fanfic so much!!!

Really love @wakebymoonsleepbysun 's DJMM fanfic ARARARARARRAA!!!!!!

Slight spoilers for events of ch 2 but I really wanted to doodle some fanart for the fic!! tee hee- It just makes me so happy, and the interactions are so wholesome😭💖

Though my heart broke for DJ after the stuff in ch 1 😰😭 imma fight those kids istg 💪😡🤺🤺

I loved the "broccoli" part LMAOOOOO had me giggling in my room like a goofy lil goober

Artistic rendition of me reading your fanfic:

Just imagine me switching between those two states the entire time

#dj music man #djmm #selfship #djmm x reader #simping #I hope this gives you an idea of how much I enjoy your writing! ARARARARA /pos /gen #DJMM Stereo Souls #my art #2023 #stereo souls #artastic-friend

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thoughtkick · 1 year

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The right person but the wrong time.

Story dj

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djs-horny-blog-lmao · 5 months

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Be a good boy and...? an OC hypnofic

this is the hypnoporn that let me win my nanowrimo. yes theyre kind of OCs it's kind of a from a crossover au if you have questions u can point fingers at me but:

Jamie (he/she/they) (late 50s( has been worming her way into a circle of rich friends, hypnotising, brainwashing and reprogramming them all into being good little hypnosub sluts for him. Aeor (he/him) (early 60s) is demisexual/romantic, though he has a husband and a wife who he loves very much (he took like 20yrs to fall for them) (he is sex favourable), but Jamie is persistent. Plus, y'know, a little brainwashing to speed up the process.

Jamie's testing out the triggers they've been slowly programming into Aeor, and seeing how ready he is. Turns out, Aeor's more than ready to break <3

about 4.8k words. contains hypnosis/brainwashing, programming, mantras, orgasm control, trigger phrases, dubious consent. Use of 'good boy'.

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Aeor isn’t sure how… or when, really, he became okay with Jamie sitting this close. But… Jamie has come to sit on the couch beside him, pressing a whiskey into his hand, and Jamie sits so close to him, thighs pressed together, and Jamie practically draping themself over him.

And… Aeor doesn’t mind? Aeor should mind. No one else can do this to him, apart from Martha. And Thomas.

But Jamie is taking this space. And… a-and Aeor is letting her. Aeor feels their fingers drag down his thigh, and he shudders but sips his drink anyway, watching Jamie from the corner of his eye.

“What…?” he finally asks, once his glass is empty, once he’s sure Jamie is watching and waiting for his reaction. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just testing,” Jamie says, and his voice purrs, and Aeor bites his lip because it’s just a nice voice to listen to, okay? Aeor didn’t think he had a thing for voices, he didn’t really think he had a thing for anyone (other than Tom and Mar), but Jamie gently strokes his thigh again and smiles at Aeor. Something dark. Something hungry.

“Be a good boy and part your legs for me?” Jamie asks.

Oh… Oh, a lot of things happen at once in Aeor’s head. His mind… his mind goes a little quiet, like it’s suddenly been enveloped in cotton wool, and any concerns or questions or worries he’d had – especially about what Jamie was doing – melt away. His mouth hangs a little open, his eyelids droop – though not fully closed, and he looks at Jamie through half-lidded eyes, and… and his thighs part.

“Oh, good boy,” Jamie tells him, and Aeor…

Aeor moans.

His eyes flutter open a little wider, he flushes red and covers his mouth even as his cock does throb, and he wasn’t sure he- he didn’t know he liked to be praised like that? How did Jamie know? Why is he not telling Jamie to stop?

He doesn’t want Jamie to stop, something in his head points out. This feels good. He’s safe with Jamie, and he can be good for her.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jamie frowns, leaning in and taking Aeor’s wrist gently, pulling his hand away. “Don’t hide your pretty noises. I don’t want you to hide anything from me. We’re here now, and this feels good and comfortable, doesn’t it?”

Aeor nods slowly. I-it does.

“Good,” Jamie smiles, and his smile is a little sharp, but Aeor doesn’t question it, he just watches Jamie closely, waiting for what Jamie will do next.

Jamie studies him back, and their smile widens.

“How do you feel, Aeor?” she asks, putting Aeor’s wrist down and watching his arm flop back into a neutral position, and she watches Aeor’s jaw work until he gets words together, or… he does his best to.

“…Good?” he says. “Feel… fuzzy?”

“Oh, that’s normal,” Jamie tells him, and relief pools in Aeor’s stomach at her words. “That’s perfectly normal. All good boys feel a bit fuzzy when they hear how good they are.”

“…Good…?”

“Yes, Aeor. You’re a good boy. Especially when you obey. You like to obey, don’t you?”

Aeor blinks slowly. It’s all he can manage. …What?

“Like, if I said…” Jamie trails off, making a show of thinking, before they smile at him prettily. “If I said ‘be a good boy and touch your forehead for me’,you would, wouldn’t you?”

Aeor’s hand is already moving. His hand raises slowly, and he watches the movement, following it with hazy eyes, feeling like he’s moving underwater, and his hand comes up to his face and he extends a finger and presses it to his forehead, between his eyebrows.

H-his eyes roll a little? They roll a little when he does that.

“Good boy,” Jamie praises, and okay, Aeor is hard now, he doesn’t really know what’s going on but Jamie keeps telling him he’s good and that feels good and he keeps his hand at his head until Jamie says otherwise. “Relax now. Let your hand fall. We’re going to make sure you understand everything I want from you.”

Aeor nods slowly even as his hand falls, even as he slumps back against the sofa.

“You obey,” Jamie tells him, and Aeor nods. He does. Look at that whole hand thing he did before. Aeor wasn’t motivated to do that, he just did it because Jamie asked him to.

“You feel good when you obey me.”

W-well, that’s true too. He feels turned on and feels good and the praise is nice and he likes Jamie’s hands on him, actually, and he’d like more of that, but he feels too shy to ask. He nods.

“Obeying feels good. Obeying turns you on.”

Aeor nods slowly. It’s true.

“When I say ‘be a good boy and,’ you will do whatever I ask you to.”

Aeor nods.

“Good boy,” Jamie says, smiling. “You’ve taken to it so well. Now be a good boy and take off your pants.”

Aeor… yeah, alright. Aeor can do that. Aeor can see why Jamie’s asking. Aeor’s clearly turned on, and his pants feel tight and uncomfortable now, and he stands slowly, undoes his belt and his fly and lets them fall. Jamie helps him step out of them once it’s clear Aeor’s just a little too out of it to be fully in control of his limbs.

“Sit down, now, Aeor.”

Aeor sits down on the couch with a big wmph.

Jamie rises to their feet, and comes to stand between Aeor’s parted thighs. Aeor watches her, unable to rip his eyes away. Jamie puts his hands on his hips, and looks down at Aeor.

“How do you feel, Aeor?”

Aeor swallows hard. It takes a lot of effort to get words out. “Good,” he manages to say. “Safe.”

Jamie pauses for a moment, before her expression softens just a little.

“That’s right, Aeor,” they say. “You’re safe with me. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m never going to hurt you.”

Then, Jamie grins at him. “Unless you ask me to, of course,” she jokes.

Aeor blinks, before a slow frown spreads across his face.

“…Why?”

Jamie bites her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. “I’ll explain later,” they say. “Don’t even worry about it.”

And he doesn’t. The frown leaves his face. It makes Jamie laugh a little more, but this time, it sounds fond.

“What do you want, Aeor?” Jamie asks.

Aeor’s eyes fall from Jamie’s face. He- well, he does know what he wants. He wants Jamie to touch him. But he can’t just ask that! He… he doesn’t really know. He wants Jamie to touch him, and he wants something to be done about the erection he’s got, but he could do that himself, should he ask to leave…?

But he doesn’t want to. His lip wobbles, and suddenly, there’s a hand on his chin. Jamie tilts Aeor’s head back up to look her in her eyes.

“Be a good boy and be honest,” they instruct him. “You can trust me. I will not judge you. I will not hurt you. Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me?”

It tips out of Aeor’s mouth before he can think of whether he should say it or not. He wasn’t going to, he was going to keep that to himself, but… Jamie told him to be honest. And it feels good to do what Jamie says.

“Oh, good boy,” Jamie says. “Where?”

Aeor shivers, and puts his hands lightly over his own ribs. “Here…?”

Jamie’s expression softens again. He nods, and Aeor blinks as Jamie clambers into his lap without hesitation, settling there, and she quickly and easily undoes the buttons of Aeor’s shirt.

“Oh, you’re wearing layers,” Jamie comments, only surprised for a moment before they take it in stride and smile about it, slipping Aeor’s shirt off his shoulders. “Alright, Aeor, lets get this singlet off you too.”

Aeor feels a little too leaden to move properly, but he does shrug his shirt off, and Jamie shucks it aside.

Then, Jamie tilts her head.

“Aeor,” he says. “Be a good boy and take off your undershirt?”

Aeor’s body moves before his mind thinks. He sits up, tugging the thing over his head, and Jamie whistles low when it comes away and Aeor’s bare chest and stomach is revealed.

“Wow,” she says, and she runs her hands over Aeor’s stomach even before he’s dropped the shirt, and it makes Aeor gasp and flinch just a little before he melts back against the sofa, letting Jamie lean over him, letting Jamie take up his personal space. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you were strong.”

Jamie’s hands trail up his body, and Aeor moans again when they squeeze his tits.

“Do you like being touched like this, Aeor?” Jamie asks. “Be a good boy and tell me the truth.”

“Yeah,” Aeor replies instantly, his head tipping back against the back of the sofa, and Jamie grins as she squeezes and pinches his tits. “Y-yeah… I like… I like being f-felt up…”

“Good boy,” Jamie grinds down on him, and Aeor gasps and moans and bucks up against Jamie without hesitation, he does it mindlessly. God, the contact feels so good. He wants more. He wants whatever Jamie will give him.

Jamie gasps when he does that, though, and grinds down on him again, slower this time.

“Oh, Martha wasn’t lying,” Jamie whispers. “You’re big.”

A little fuzzy thought pokes at Aeor, then. Martha said? Martha h-had talked about… about how big his cock is to Jamie?

“Be a good boy and don’t worry about it,” Jamie tells him, and those thoughts don’t worry him anymore. Aeor offers Jamie a soft little smile instead, and it makes Jamie’s expression sharpen into something hungry. God. Jamie wants him. Jamie’s looking at him with desire.

Aeor’s still n-not used to being desired.

Well, he can expect it from his spouses. Because they chose him. They married him, for god’s sake. They’ve proven their want over the years over and over again, and Aeor trusts that. But he thought… what? That he was lucky? That he’d found the two people in the whole world who could have seen him that way?

But here’s Jamie. A newer friend, but a fast friend, and this is happening now and it feels right and Jamie’s looking at him like that, and… and Aeor trusts that too. Aeor wants Jamie’s hands. Aeor feels desired by Jamie, and… that feels good.

“In fact, good boys don’t even really need to think,” Jamie continues, even as she continues to play with his chest. “Good boys tell me what they want, and don’t worry about anything else. Good boys obey their instincts. Good boys obey my words.”

Jamie grins down at him.

“Are you a good boy, Aeor?”

“Yes,” Aeor arches his back, pressing himself into Jamie’s hands, begging for more, really. “Yes!”

“Good boys tell me they’re good boys,” Jamie says as she lowers her head, and Aeor can feel his breath ghosting over his nipple, and it makes Aeor whine.

“I’m a good boy,” Aeor tells Jamie, mouth moving automatically. He didn’t even have to think, it just… happened. “I’m…?”

“Say it again,” Jamie tells him, voice husky with want. “Keep saying it.”

“I’m a good boy,” Aeor repeats. “I-I’m a-!”

He cuts himself off only to groan, as Jamie finally latches their lips over his nipple and sucks. God, that feels- it feels weird but it feels really good and Aeor’s hips buck up again as Jamie pinches the other nipple, twisting it in their fingers as they suck on his tits, and fuck!

“A-a good boy…” Aeor manages to finish, even though he’s slurring his words now, and he’s struggling to swallow. “I’m a good… g-good boy.”

Jamie swaps nipples, and runs his spare hand down Aeor’s side for good measure. Aeor’s mouth just feels like it’s permanently hanging open.

He swallows again. The movement is slow and lethargic.

Jamie’s eyes were fixed on his face, and they pull away from his tit with a smile.

“You can drool if you want,” Jamie tells him. “It’s something that happens to good boys. They feel so good and think so little that they just drool all over themselves. You can do that. You should.”

Aeor nods slowly. Jamie sits up, now, swapping to playing with his nipples with her fingers, and leans in, studying his face, before she smiles again.

“Aeor,” she says. “Do you like kisses?”

Aeor nods.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

Aeor nods again.

“Be a good boy and ask for it.”

Aeor lurches forward a little, managing only a slurred, “Kiss me?”

It’s enough, though. Jamie smiles and leans in the rest of the way, slotting their mouths together, and Aeor moans as Jamie escalates the kiss immediately. They’re a good kisser. They’re a very good kisser. His tongue is- it’s so good, Aeor can’t even think about how good it is, he can only just try to clumsily keep up, and he wants to touch Jamie, too, he wants to put his hands on Jamie’s hips-!

When they break away for air, Aeor chases the kiss, and even as he’s still panting against her lips, asks, “c’n I touch you?”

“Do you want to?”

“Uh huh,” Aeor whines, nodding just a little so his lips don’t have to leave Jamie’s more than needed. “Wanna hold you.”

Jamie takes a moment, before she nods too.

“You can touch me,” he says. “Good boy for telling me what you want.”

Aeor shudders, and puts his hands on their hips, pulling Jamie in closer so they’re pressed together. Jamie gasps as Aeor moves her easily.

“Woah,” they say. “God, you are strong.”

“Kiss?” Aeor begs again, bumping his nose against theirs.

Aeor feels their smile as Jamie gives him what he’s looking for. The kisses feel so good. Aeor moans into it as Jamie just… takes what he wants from Aeor. And Aeor wants to give it. Aeor wants t-to…

They break the kiss.

Jamie leans back, breathing a little hard herself now, and smiles so sweetly at Aeor.

“What do you want to do now?” she asks. “Anything you want.”

“I want to obey,” Aeor replies honestly.

And the look on Jamie’s face! Jamie’s eyes widen and sparkle, that smile grows more genuine and amazed, and she practically shines with delight.

“You do, do you?”

“I do,” Aeor says, nodding. “I want to obey.”

“You’re such a good boy,” Jamie coos at him. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good. Shit, Aeor, I could just fuck you stupid and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

Aeor nods. He’d let them do anything.

“Good boy,” Jamie says, hungrily. “God, you’re so good. Be a good boy and take off your underwear.”

And Jamie scrambles off him, starts shedding her own clothes with great speed, their intent clear. Aeor practically just… lifts his hips, wiggles out of his boxers and kicks them off, and… he’s… he’s naked now. On the sofa. With Jamie.

God, he’s so hard.

Jamie turns back, and whistles again.

“Holy shit, you’re huge!” he exclaims. “Aeor, you were holding out on me.”

Aeor blinks slowly, before he looks down too, just… yeah, he is, sure. It’s just because he’s a big guy. Everything about him is big. He’s bigger than… well his only other experience is Thomas. And he’s bigger than his husband. But his husband and his wife expressed surprise and delight too, so it must be odd.

Aeor’s used to being oddly big. But h-he likes it when it’s something they …like.

Jamie settles across his thighs, wraps a hand around his cock and grins as Aeor bucks up into their grip.

“God, Martha must look amazing taking this,” Jamie muses. “And Thomas too? Damn.”

“Y-yeah,” Aeor admits even as his eyes roll. “T-they both look s-so good.”

“You’ll have to let me see sometime,” Jamie grins, and shifts forward, starts to line herself up over his cock.

“W-wait,” Aeor’s hands go to Jamie’s hips, and hold them there, stopping them from sinking down.

“What’s wrong?” Jamie asks, studying his face.

Aeor has to really reach for the word. “…C-condom?”

Jamie blinks once, twice, before a wry smile tugs at his mouth.

“You’re so conscientious,” they say. “Alright, we’ll use a condom. You got one on hand?”

Aeor nods, lifts one hand off Jamie’s hip so he can point at his abandoned trousers.

“Wallet,” he says.

Jamie climbs off him again, and picks up Aeor’s pants, fishing around until he finds Aeor’s wallet. Flipping it open, she finds… a few condoms in the section for storing notes.

“You’re prepared, Aeor,” she jokes, and takes two of them for good measure before dropping the trousers and the wallet on the floor and approaching Aeor again, who hasn’t moved but is watching her closely.

Jamie casts one aside on the couch, and rips the other one open, rolling it down Aeor’s length with the ease of someone who’s done this many times before. Aeor whines as Jamie’s fingers barely touch him, and Jamie laughs as his cock twitches.

“Good boys let their minds fade away,” Jamie tells him, and Aeor can’t bring himself to close his mouth as he just watches Jamie keep talking. She moves slowly, settling back into his lap, lining Aeor up.

She slowly sinks down on him and Aeor lets his nails dig in.

“G-good boys fuck their minds away,” Jamie says, as they take their time, moving at a snail’s pace. “Good boys have cock for brains. Good boys obey.”

Jamie hilts themself on him, now. And she holds herself there, bracing himself on Aeor’s pelvis as they have to take the time to adjust.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and Aeor moans as Jamie’s walls clench around him. “Fuck, Aeor, you’re so big…”

Aeor… Aeor whimpers. This feels so good. This is what he wanted, he thinks. Or… no, he doesn’t think. He just knows that he should be doing whatever makes Jamie feel good. And Jamie looks like he’s enjoying himself, full of Aeor’s cock.

“I…” Aeor says, and Jamie looks up at him, clearly not expecting him to talk. “I’m a good boy.”

Jamie’s eyes widen before she smirks at him, sardonic and sharp.

“You are,” she says. “You’re such a good boy. Be a good boy and hold still, now, okay?”

Aeor… Aeor blinks, his mouth slack, a-and the drool pooling there finally tips over. H-he… he had expected to be told to... to fuck them? He wants to.

Jamie braces himself on Aeor properly, and slowly starts to ride him.

“Shit,” Jamie moans openly. “Fuck, you feel fuckin’ amazing, Aeor. I’m so fuckin’ full.”

Aeor can only hold on, watching and drooling as thinking gets harder and harder. It’s gone from cotton wool to… to…

He can’t… he doesn’t have the words to describe it. It just feels warm and soft and good, and Aeor can sink into it.

“T-that’s right,” Jamie purrs. “Be a good boy and sink for me. Drop deep. All that matters is me fucking myself on your cock, and my pretty words. You’re such a good boy for me, Aeor.”

Aeor wants to fuck Jamie. The rougher kind of fuck that his spouses like – he wants to do that, but he can’t… he can’t move. All that energy feeds back on itself, the simmering arousal, and Aeor moans louder and louder as Jamie keeps her rhythm so goddamn slow.

“You want more, don’t you?” Jamie grins at him, even as their voice shakes as they hit a good spot. “I c-can see it in your eyes. You want me to go faster, you want to flip us over. We’ll do that next time. But the first time is important, Aeor. You have to prove how good you are to me. You have to prove you’re ready. That you’re not going to fight my control. Be a good boy and let me use you how I want.”

Aeor crumbles. He slumps back, his grip loosening. Any desire to take control of the situation drips away. Drips away like the drool down his chin.

It becomes hard to focus, now. Jamie keeps talking, but the actual substance of what they say starts slipping away. Aeor watches her lips move, watches the way his cock sinks into her over and over, and his brain just… empties.

“’M a good boy,” he says.

…Jamie must have prompted him.

“M’a good boy…” he says again, and it’s true. He is. He’s a good boy and he does what Jamie says, even when he doesn’t understand.

His eyes roll back into his head as they clench around him, cumming. Jamie’s nails dig in, and Aeor hears him moan, but otherwise, he’s hardly aware that Jamie has orgasmed, so lost in his own empty-minded bliss himself.

“I-I’m-!” he whimpers, and he has the passing urge to fuck up into Jamie, but his body is so heavy and the desire melts away as Jamie starts to ride him again, now a bit faster. “I-I’m a good boy! I’m a good boy!”

“Listen to me.”

Aeor hears them, tilting his head back up to he can look at Jamie with hazy eyes. He feels so good. He feels on the edge of orgasm. H-he wants to cum. He wants to cum.

Jamie’s face is flushed, glinting with sweat, but her eyes are bright and alert, and she grins at him even as she pants.

“You’re a good boy,” they say.

Aeor nods desperately.

“You do what I say.”

More nodding.

“You’re a good boy. Good boys obey.”

Aeor keeps nodding.

“If you can say that three times,” Jamie grins at him, breaking rhythm to grind on Aeor, which makes him whimper and whine, “then I might let you cum.”

Aeor gasps, and tries to remember what Jamie said.

“Aw, it’s so hard for you,” Jamie pouts at him, teasing, and they kiss his nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Repeat after me.”

Aeor nods.

“You’re a good boy.”

“M’a good boy…”

“You do what I say.”

“I-I do what you say.”

Jamie looks so triumphant. “You’re a good boy.”

“I’m a good boy!” Aeor has that one down.

“Good boys obey.”

“Good boys obey,” Aeor slurs. Oh, it feels so good. That feels nice to say. And the rhyme… it’s, um, fun.

“You know what that is, Aeor?” Jamie asks, and Aeor manages to shake his head. “It’s a mantra. It’s something you can say for me over and over, that you know is true, so you can remember how to be a good boy for me. Be a good boy and say it for me, all on your own.”

Aeor manages to swallow, trying to reach through the fog and haze to string multiple sentences together.

"I'm…” he takes a shuddery breath. “I’m a good boy… I do what you say.”

Jamie tweaks his nipples. “Keep going,” she orders.

Aeor’s cock twitches inside her, and it makes her grin.

“I-I’m a good boy!” Aeor sounds so desperate right now, even as his body is so slack and relax, and he can’t do much more than speak. “Good boys obey!”

Jamie latches back onto his nipple, but just before she does, he prompts Aeor, “one more time.”

Aeor’s eyes roll and cross and roll, trying to ground himself in an overwhelming sea of hazy bliss, that’s boiling into desperate arousal, and he’s losing himself in it, falling and falling as he says Jamie’s mantra – as he does what he’s told.

“I’m a good boy, I do what you say.”

Jamie moves their hips even faster.

“I’m a good boy, g-good boys – fuck!” Aeor’s drooling, Aeor’s crying, he doesn’t know when the tears started, he’s so fucking empty and he’s so fucking needy and he wants and he wants and he wants. “Good boys obey!”

Jamie pulls her mouth off Aeor’s chest just to openly moan as she cums again. Their head throws back, his back arches, he clenches around Aeor, and Aeor practically sobs.

“I’m a good boy!” he begs again. “I do what you say! I’m a good boy, good boys obey?”

Jamie, even through the euphoria of orgasm, opens her eyes as the afterglow sets in, watching him curiously.

“I-I’m a good boy, I do what you say.” Tears are flowing freely now. J-Jamie had promised he could cum, he wants to cum. “I’m a good boy, good boys obey!”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Jamie whispers. “You’re so fucking good.”

Aeor’s chest heaves with his sob. He wants nothing more. His whole brain, his whole being is centred o-on obeying Jamie, on being good enough for Jamie that Jamie will let him cum.

“I’m a good boy, I do what you say, I’m a good boy, g-good boys obeyyyy.” Aeor’s hands tighten on Jamie. “Good boys obey. Good boys obey. G-good boys obey!”

His whining. He should be ashamed. He can’t be, though. There’s no way he can be. Not right now.

Jamie tuts at him.

“I’m being so mean, aren’t I?” she hums, cupping his face, thumbing away his tears. Aeor stares back at her, whimpering pathetically. “I’m being so mean, and you’re being so good. Do you promise to obey? To fall deep into this trance when I ask you to?”

“Yes,” Aeor promises, not even sure what she’s asking, but if it means he can cum, if it means he can be good, he’ll say anything. “Promise.”

“You promise to fall into such a deep trance when I call you a good boy?”

“Y-yes! I’m a good boy!” Aeor wishes he could move. It’s a fresh kind of the most perfect agony to not be able to move right now, even as Jamie- Jamie isn’t even riding him anymore. She’s warming his cock, waiting for him to give in and give them everything. “G-good boys do what you say!”

Jamie rakes her nails up Aeor’s chest. He cries out for it. Everything feels so much, he feels on fire.

“You promise to be mine?”

“Yes!” Aeor practically screams. “Yes! Yours!”

Jamie leans in. He kisses Aeor’s throat, kisses the seam of his jaw, kisses under his ear. T-then they lick the shell of his ear, and Aeor shudders, it makes the feeling of their breath there so much more obvious.

Aeor shakes with anticipation, his face scrunched up right.

Jamie purrs it into his ear, into his brain.

“Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Aeor screams. It hits him so hard and good and his vision goes white, he cums, he empties himself into the condom, and Jamie groans deep in her throat and rubs her clit frantically, trying to milk one more orgasm himself out of the sensation of Aeor cumming in them. And she manages it, and it makes Aeor cry and moan as their clenching walls draw his orgasm out even longer. Aeor d-doesn’t even know which way is up and which way is down. He just knows he’s good, and he’s Jamie’s.

As Aeor’s cock finally softens, as he begins to come down from his high, Jamie pulls off him, carefully removes the condom and ties it off.

Aeor can’t move. He just melts there, bonelessly.

“This was a very good first session,” Jamie says happily. “You’re a very good boy for me, Aeor. We’ve got a lot of fun ahead of us.”

Aeor can only moan in response. His brain is still fuzzy and hazy and empty. His cock manages to twitch just a little, but he’s so spent. He’s exhausted.

“Can you say your mantra one more time, just for me?” Jamie asks, and she’s… she’s back in his lap.

Aeor’s eyes are open, but he’s not looking anything. He stares glassily ahead as he drones, “I’m a good boy… I do what you say. I’m a good boy, good boys obey.”

Jamie kisses him.

“Good boy,” she croons. “Go have a shower. Tidy yourself up. Put some clean clothes on. When you finish, you will forget everything that has happened. But you’ll remember how good I make you feel when you obey, when I tell you you’re a good boy and you drop for me. Do you understand?”

Aeor nods. It’s all he can do.

“Good.” Jamie climbs off him, stands there with his hands on his hips. “Be a good boy and do as I say.”

Aeor stands mechanically. He pauses to gather his clothes off the floor, and – still naked – shuffles his way towards his and Thomas’ and Martha’s bedroom, and more importantly, their ensuite.

Jamie watches him go with a wicked grin and the satisfaction of a job well done.

#hypnosis #hypnofic #hypnokink #nsft #brainwashing #dj writes #dj's OCs #OC fic #hypnok1nk #im very mentally ill about these guys #feel free to ask more if you want #and if you recognise where aeor's name is from. im so sorry. ii can explain.

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