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this fandom is seriously lacking in kink.
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The photos turn out okay, he thinks- there’s a few that got the angle wrong and doesn’t flatter him exactly, which makes him feel weird, but he’s not allowed to delete them. The problem is when he’s in the green bikinis and he forgets to lift his shirt up for the back shot and when he scrolls back through them he bites his lip with the sudden realization that he’s going to be punished now for the loose, long shirt draping over the swell of his ass, framing it.

His cock throbs. Sonny closes his eyes and takes a second to try to calm down, but all he can see is Joel’s face when he sees the photo, the way he’ll look at Sonny for not doing it right, the smile he’ll get when they get home and Sonny’s kneeling and ready for whatever his punishment will be.

Sonny bites his lip and lifts his shirt and retakes the shot properly.

He’s grateful that Joel gave him instructions on what to do if he makes a mess, because sure enough, he leaves a wet spot on the striped panties right after. When they get home he’s gonna get to his knees and thank Joel for making everything so easy, because when he reaches to take them off and feels a wet spot he has a moment of panic – what does he do? He can’t hand them back to the clerk like this - before he remembers Joel’s instructions and wants to cry from relief.

Thinking is hard. Obeying is easy.

The thongs, dark blue and red, barely cover his balls when he puts them on. His cock stricks out the top obscenely, flushed and wet and dripping in the photos but not onto the panties. His ass looks huge in the pictures. They make him cringe.

He folds all the underwear up except for the striped ones and steps back into his boxer briefs. They feel huge now, but comforting in a weird way. They don’t feel slutty. He pulls his jeans on and makes his way to the counter with his head down. No, he does not want to become a member. No, he does not want to add another two pairs since these ones are at three for fifteen.

He shuffles out the door with the bag and wants to collapse at Joel’s feet to hand him the camera, but doesn’t. Joel’s eyes are on the bag which means he knows Sonny made a mess, he knows how turned on he was, he can see.

“Good boy,” Joel says as he takes the camera, and Sonny wants to cry, or at least bury his face in Joel’s shirt. Joel hates PDA. Sonny’s hands flutter at his thighs, instead, useless.

“Thank you sir, I tried,” he rasps weakly. Joel turns the camera on and flicks through the photos, eyebrows furrowed judgmentally. Sonny really needs to be home now, collared and kissing Joel’s feet and feeling useful at something, God, even if that something was obeying orders and being slutty like he’s good at and suffering till Joel smiles. Joel’s eyebrows rise and Sonny knows he’s looking at the shot with his shirt in it.

“Mm, someone forgot his instructions,” Joel says passively, and Sonny’s face burns up. “I’m s-sorry, sir,” he exhales, looking at his feet. “I’m s-so sorry, I took an-another one-“

“I can see that,” Joel cuts him off. His eyes are still on the camera. “It looks cute though, your shirt all bunched up. I think I’m gonna dress you like that for a real photoshoot at home.” He clicks to the next picture. “It looks really, cute, actually. Maybe you won’t be punished.”

Sonny looks at Joel’s belt, quiet for a second and Joel goes to the next shot. Then he says, softly, “But I fucked it up, sir.”

He can feel Joel’s eyes on his face without looking. He glances up and Joel’s grinning, amused, nothing mean about it for once. He just thinks it’s funny. Sonny’s blush feels like it manages to deepen still.

“You asking for a punishment, slut?” he says quietly. Sonny burns everywhere. He can feel his chest growing hot. Joel laughs and reaches out to pet his hair fondly, and Sonny actually manages a little smile. “Man, you’re a piece of work,” Joel says warmly, and Sonny’s smile grows. “I don’t know what I did to earn a guy like you, but I’m glad I did whatever I did.”

Sonny smiles at his knocked knees and sneakers stupidly and mumbles, “Sir can I hug you please,” all in one breath.

Joel drapes one arm around Sonny’s shoulders and Sonny raps both arms around his chest, pressing his forehead to the paw on Joel’s neck with closed eyes. Joel makes little approving noises at all his photos after that.

“Which ones did you already get?” Joel asks, and Sonny lifts the bag up without letting go of Joel’s waist. Joel reaches in and shuffles around to the inside of the tissue paper, pulling the panties out the top.

“Of course you’d get off on the ugliest pair,” Joel sighs, and rubs his fingers together over the wet spot. Sonny buries his face in Joel’s armpit, face burning- Joel doesn’t have to remind him that he gets off on being disgusting and looked down on, he knows that perfectly well without Joel having to say it.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Sonny mumbles, and Joel slips a hand into his hair and tightens it to his scalp once it’s hidden so no-one can see how it’s his hand tipping Sonny’s head back and pulling till Sonny’s breath catches before he kisses him. Sonny moans a little bit- Joel doesn’t do PDA for a lot of reasons, mostly because it creeps him out but also because he’s not exactly really officially publicly out or anything, and a kiss in public is kind of a really, really big deal.

It’s not long. Joel tugs him back by the hair and turns the camera off as Sonny steps away. He shoves it into his pocket and reaches into the back of his jeans for his wallet, handing Sonny his credit card. “All of them,” he says, and Sonny holds his hand out flat for the card and nods hard.

He shuffles back inside.

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and then joel uploaded the photos and connected his laptop to his tv so he could look at them blown up while sonny blows him and then comes on his face and makes him model all six pairs so he can take pictures with his glorious camera (that i am jealous of) of sonny in panties and come on his face and his hair still all bunched up from joel using it as handles when he fucked his throat

if only such pictures existed and we had them on tumblr

mollie is great

THE END

Fuuuuuuuuuck

You guys are killing me here

that one's definitely leaving a permanent image in my mind

I AM FUCKING DEAD

Officially the best birthday ever. Holy shit. I can't thank you enough :'D also, everything i doodle for the next few days is gonna come direct from this.

oh right i forgot the part where the reason he's not allowed to delete them is so joel could be like "you don't like how you look at this angle? well i've seen you naked at every possible angle and i still think you're hot so get over it, and get used to me wanting to see you even when you think you look awful because i always think you're cute so there."

This is wonderful and amazing and basically any synonym of the previous words, holy shit.

It's Sonny's emotion, Joel's affection, everything is just so beautiful.

Jesus christ there are no words for this. Like, oh man reading this got me so embarrassingly turned on. I can't even deal with you, Sonny. I just can't.
Please fill more, that was amazing.

THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN THE SHIT YOU WROTE FOR THIS PROMPT DOESN'T COMPARE. OH MY GOD I HATE MY LIFE AND I SUCK AT WRITING

THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN WHAT YOU WROTE WAS INCREDIBLE AND WAS STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS OH MY GOD SHUT UP YOU'RE FLAWLESS

DUDE NO YOU. JUST... NO YOU.
FOREVER.
NO
U
AUGH

Oh my God, this was amazing. I couldn't read fast enough and then I was sad it was over. <3

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