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siddyyyyyyyy · 2 months ago

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!MDNI!

Drink the Potion!

Fairy!Dick Grayson x Reader

wc: 1.6 K summary: Dick Grayson accidentally turns into a tiny fairy and you take care of him. warnings: masturbation, overstimulation, dry humping, riding

From the moment that unusal magician Villian transformed Dick into a tiny sized fairy, it was a hell of a few days trying to get along with the new change. You‘ve been trying to contact John Constantine to fix it, but it seems like he has more important things to take care of right now.

So, you have taken it into your own hands, as his usual mission partner to take care of him while he is stuck in that tiny sized form. He looks exactly the same, except that he is literally the size of your palm. Well, a little bigger than that, but still… it‘s comically small. You made sure to get him food in smaller portions, getting him a bath in your bathroom sink with drops of soap for him to use, and he can sleep wherever he wants. Of course, he settles on sleeping near you without you crushing him.

Beside the few negative aspects of the situation, it‘s actually funny seeing him fuss over certain things he can‘t do nowadays. For example, change into different clothes since he‘s been thankfully shrinked together with his suit. That‘s why he is basically stuck in it before someone can get him back into his actual size. But there is also one more thing that has changed since then.

He became way more horny. You didn‘t notice at first because he was hiding it as best as he could. Until you caught him shamelessly jerking off under your blanket. It was nighttime, and you thought he had already settled into bed and fell asleep as usual, but he proved you wrong once you opened your blanket.

There lays Dick on full display, lazily stroking his cock while locking eyes with you and grinning lightly at your shocked expression. You don‘t know why, but you weren‘t really mad at him for it. Everyone has their needs, right? And it just so happened that his needy hormones spiked up in that tiny body of his. How could anyone manage to deal with such emotions in a small form like this anyway?

And that‘s how it started. You both settled on leaving him alone during that and lending him your bedroom for it. You‘ll just need to wait until he is finished and pretend as if nothing happened. Besides, you can‘t really ignore it. Both of you. He usually makes some small jokes about it, which just turn into a small banter between the two of you and complaining about John ignoring this problem so he doesn‘t have to fix him. This goes on for a few days until he verbalises his needs to you. It turns out that simply jerking off doesn‘t do much for him anymore and he seems to need more. He isn‘t satisfied.

That only leaves to one conclusion, obviously. You are taking this problem into your own hands. Again.

It‘s not like you aren‘t good friends, so you can help him out with that too. And this is how it really started. Every evening, after patrol, you slipped into your bed and helped him out with his aching needs. Even when he fit into your palm, it still felt more intimate than any other things you‘ve ever done together.

Laying side by side, having him naked with his hands behind his neck, you carefully held his hard cock between your fingers and did your best on finding an even pace for now. The room filled with tiny whimpers and low groans from his side, managing to find a torturous pace for him. His chest heaving and cheeks flushed, he didn‘t stop you. He wanted more, wanted to see how much he could take in his overly needy state.

Hips jerking up, he finished, and smaller spurts of cum coated your fingers. It was fascinating to see such a tiny creature be pleasured to such an extend. His moans became louder, even muffled against his hand. Once he was calmed down after his first orgasm, you retreated your hand, but he quickly grabbed your finger and silently begged you to keep going. After checking in if that‘s what he really wants, you play with his cock again until he cums all over once more. Needless to say, you didn‘t stop until he literally passed out happily in your free palm, nuzzled against your thumb.

It became more of a routine for you both to lay down and please the other. Dick really wanted to please you just as much, but it wasn‘t possible with how small his hands were now. He would genuinely crawl inside you at this point and please you in that way, but he knows it‘s a weird request and just won‘t voice it, in fear you would be scared off.

Frustrated, he let you tease and overstimulate him as much as you both wanted. It was pure bliss for him. The way you delicately stroke his length in a languid pace before you switch up and set a brutal pace for him. The way his back arches up, the way his hips stutter and squirm under you— it‘s a sight to see.

Hissing noises escape from him every time you keep going even, after his high, making him sensitive and flushed. Once you stop your movements, he sighs in relief but starts bucking his hips into your fingers lazily again. He just can‘t stop. He knows he probably comes off as a needy loser like this, but he couldn‘t care less when there‘s someone willing to give him what he wants.

Every time, his brain goes to absolute mush after one of your sessions, he starts babbling on about how perfect you are, how much he wants to please and taste you. But you know it‘s not possible until someone can fix this poor guy.

He promised to get revenge on you for overstimulating him so much once he can get back to his actual size. And with him being rather tiny with those elf ears and wings on his back, it‘s generally hard to take him seriously.

Once John finally had the time to fix the siye problem, he just tossed a smaller glass bottle your way and told him to drink some drops of it. Without any further trouble, he leaves you be, and you give Dick that magical potion that should help him.

Indeed, Dick grows back into his normal size, a head taller than you again. That famous smirk plastered all over his face. Finally, he can get his so-called ‚revenge‘.

With strong hands, the now taller man picks you up and makes you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips come crashing against yours, needy for proper pleasure. He slumps back into the couch and keeps his hands splayed across your hips, savouring the taste of you.

Light groans slip from him while you lose your mind over the unexpected action, but you can‘t bring yourself to stop. You‘ve fantasised about this exact moment to happen for so long while he was stuck in his tiny body; now it‘s finally coming true.

Your lips move down from his lips to his neck, licking and tasting more at him for your own pleasure. Small gasps and moans leave his mouth while he drags your hips back and forth on his clothed cock. Your nails dig into his shoulders while the room fills with heated tension, arousal spiking from the both of you.

You let him move how he needs to, giving into his touch as you grind heavier on him. Louder groans leave him, his head tilting back. The sight of him, slightly flushed, hair messy, eyes glazed over, and panting for air, is something you commit to memory.

The friction is not enough after a while, and he rips your shorts off, hastily slipping his cock out to slip into you. With careful movements, Dick finally nestled inside of you and groans loudly once he bottoms out. Having you on his lap, all pretty and warm, is the one thing he has been craving for these past few weeks.

Once you are settled to the full feeling, you start to grind on him at first. Your clit rubs against his pelvis, making your body jerk lightly. Stilling for a moment to catch your breath, he helps you to ride him properly. As you hold onto his shoulders, you start to go up and down his length in a slow pace, just like you did when he was stuck as a fairy.

He groans painfully and nuzzles forward into your neck, bucking his hips up into you in need. You take the sign and pick up your pace, your breath picking up into short gasps.

It gets too much for you, clenching down harder and harder until you release on top of him, cunt spasming violently around him. More groans and whimpers fill the room as Dick also nears his high, unable to hold on much longer and finishes inside, loading his hot cum deep inside. After a few final thrusts, you both slump into each other and catch a moment to yourself.

His big arms wrap tightly around your tired form, whispering sweet nothings to you.

He couldn‘t even get to his revenge, too tired after the real thing and also too shy to ask if you‘d be down for him to keep going. You both end up cuddled up together in your bed, snuggled up and without a care in the world.

←MASTERLIST

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sanakimohara · 2 months ago

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{ Bang Chan }

+ “TEACH ME”

+ “COLA” PT. 6

+ “COLA” PT. 7

+ “CRAVING”

+ “YOU” PT. 1

+ “COLA” PT. 8

+ [P*RN LINKS]

+ “YOU” PT. 2

+ “BE MY BABY” PT. 1

+ “BE MY BABY” PT. 2

+ “BE MY BABY” PT. 3

{ Lee Minho }

+ CODED RELATIONSHIP

+ “MEAN”

+ [P*RN LINKS]

+ DDLG FT. CHANGBIN

{ Seo Changbin }

+ “LUNCH”

+ [P*RN LINKS]

+ DDLG FT. MINHO

{ Hwang Hyunjin }

+”CHERRY POPPER”

+ “MXDE”

+ [ P*RN LINKS ]

{ Han Jisung }

+ CODED RELATIONSHIP

+ “SWEET N’ SOUR”

{ Kim Seungmin }

+ “OWNER”

+ “GAME OVER” PT. 2 FT. JEONGIN

{ Lee Felix }

+ SOFT DOM [1]

{ Yang Jeongin }

+”A PERFECT FIT*

+ “TEAR YOU. APART” PT. 2

+ “GAME OVER” PT. 2 FT. SEUNGMIN

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{ Bang Chan }

+ “COLS” PT. 6

+ “COLA” PT. 7

+ “COLA” PT. 8

[COMPLETE CHAPTERS]

+ “YOU” PT. 1

+ “YOU” PT. 2

[COMPLETE CHAPTERS]

+ “BE MY BABY” PT. 1

+ “BE MY BABY” PT. 2

+ “BE MY BABY” PT. 3

[ COMPLETE CHAPTERS]

{ Lee Minho }

{ Seo Changbin }

{ Hwang Hyunjin }

{ Han Jisung }

{ Kim Seungmin }

{ Lee Felix }

{ Yang Jeongin }

+ “TEAR YOU APART* PT. 2

[COMPLETE CHAPTERS]

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{ Bang Chan }

{ Lee Minho }

{ Seo Changbin }

{ Hwang Hyunjin }

{ Han Jisung }

{ Kim Seungmin }

{ Lee Felix }

{ Yang Jeongin }

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REQUEST INFO & INSTRUCTIONS

+ ⚠️ Requests are currently closed. Inbox is still open.

GENERAL SYSTEM MESSAGES

+ [ 1ST EDITION MASTERLIST LINK ]

+ [ LINK TO COMBINED MASTERLIST]

+ [ TAGLIST FORM ]

CURATED PLAYLISTS

[ CURRENTLY PLAYING…. ]

+ YANG JEONGIN PLAYLIST

+ [ OTHER MEMBERS’ PLAYLIST ]

TWT / P”RN LINK(S)

+ [ OT8 LIST ]

+ …..

OTHER/AFFILIATED ACCS ON TUMBLR

+ ANIME

+ HELLUVA BOSS / HAZBIN HOTEL

+ GAME OF THRONES / HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

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gothamite-rambler · 22 days ago

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"What is your father like? Um..."

Damian and Jason having known each other way before Bruce knew he had a seed is ... Perfect. Not just for petty revenge, but because it's nice to think he cared about the kid and helped care for him, but how would explain what Bruce is like to a kid that hasn't met his father yet? With great difficulty.

Damian (7): Jason?

Jason (19): Hm?

Damian: What is my father like?

Jason: He's-

The many answers Jason wants to say: Arrogant, an asshole, left him to die, didn't kill his murderer, wears a stupid bat suit, thinks he's the hero Gotham needs, a hypocrite.

What he actually says:

Jason: Not bad. He is... not that bad of guy.

Damian: Hm... Okay. I can't wait to meet him someday, mother says I have to wait a little longer. She talks about him all the time, but when Ra's talked about him it was less favorable.

Jason: You... know how he is. Don't pay him any mind.

Damian nodded than scurried off to draw some more. Jason picked up a dull pencil and lightly presses it against his neck.

Jason (under his breath): He has to meet him himself to decide what he thinks of him. Who saved me... Fine conscious I'll talk to Talia.

Jason left the play room/training room to tell Talia it's time for Bruce to meet his son.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month ago

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A Fellow in Need is a Friend Indeed Masterlist

This is a collection of interactions written for the A Fellow in Need is a Friend Indeed blog event held in September of 2024. Intro story / Intro story fan art

Reader Interactions

A tailor gifts them new clothes

His night time routine

Fixing his book, asking him to read for you

Thoughts on NRC and RSA

Staying at Ramshackle; working with the ghosts

Cookies from a Red Riding Hood!Reader

“What’s your favorite part of your job?”

Proposing to Fellow

Realizing who he had attempted to kidnap

Toys for Gidel; Fellow as a waiter

NRC Student Interactions

Fighting with mobs for cafeteria food

Epel gives Fellow a Harveston apple

Reunion with Rollo

Teacher!Fellow and New NRC Student!Gidel AU

Visiting Mostro Lounge and making a deal with Azul

Chasing Ace to get revenge on a prank

Running into Leona and Ruggie

Gidel eats Riddle’s tart; Fellow plays croquet with Riddle

Lilia imparts some wisdom

Cheka and Gidel play together; Leona and Fellow watch

Fellow acts for Vil and Ortho

Rollo teaches Gidel the alphabet

Welcomed by Jamil and Kalim

Pancake-eating contest against Ruggie

Proposing to Eliza (Ghost Bride)

Headcanons

Tsum!Fellow and Gidel

Gidel's opinions on the dorm leaders

Interactions with Miss Raven

Jade asks if she wants him to remove Fellow and Gidel

Closing story

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whaleofatjme1920 · 1 year ago

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WhaleofaTjme’s Kinktober Masterlist 2023

It has come back ;)

Everything on this list is subject to change should I feel it necessary. The open spaces are for you to request - get to it!

MINORS DNI

Reblogs are appreciated

October 1st - 14th: Cryptids, Creatures, Monsters Galore! [SCP, Darkwood, Creepypasta]

Degradation - SCP 735 X GN!Reader

2. Orgasm Denial - Brian Thomas X GN!AFAB!Reader

3. Dacryphilia - Tim Wright X GN!AFAB!Reader

4. Stalking/Obsession - Eyeless Jack X F!Reader

5. GONE FISHING (lol)

6. Hands/Fingering/Breeding - Dr. Simon Glass X F!Reader

7. Staying Warm - The Stranger X GN!AMAB!Reader

8. GONE FISHING (lol)

9. Demons - Dr. Kondraki X GN!AFAB!Reader

10. Double Penetration - SCP 049 X GN!AFAB!Reader X SCP 035

11. Blood play - Toby X GN!Reader

12. Temperature Play - Dr. Iceberg X GN!AFAB!Reader

13. GONE FISHING (lol)

14. Totally Normal Smut Fic - Crack!Creepypasta X F!Reader

October 15th - 21st: For the Non-Monster Lovers [Sally Face, TF2, COD]

15. Size Difference - König X GN!AFAB!Reader

16. Threesome - Alejandro Vargas X F!Reader X Valeria Garza

17. GONE FISHING (lol)

18. Hate Sex - Ghost X GN!AFAB!Reader

19. Spanking - Sniper X GN!AFAB!Reader

20. Mommy Kink - Soap X F!Reader

21. GONE FISHING (lol)

October 22nd - 30th: All Those I’ve Missed and Failed to Recognize [A general free space for you.]

22. Daddy Kink - Captain Price X F!Reader

23. GONE FISHING (lol)

24. Bulge Kink/Size Difference - Jake Sully X GN!Afab Reader

25. Through the Window - Jeff the Killer X GN!AMAB!Reader

26. Glory Hole - Jacob Frye X GN!Reader

27. Quickies - Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick X GN!AFAB!Reader

28. Stress Relief - Nick Burkhardt X GN!AFAB!Reader - DELAYED

29. Gagging & Degradation - Sal Fisher X GN!Reader

30. Bondage, Secrecy, Oral - TF2 Medic X GN!Reader

October 31st: A Surprise!

31. Who knows..!

#minors dni #minors do not interact #Kinktober #Kinktober masterlist #scp x reader #creepypasta x reader #tf2 x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #sally face x reader #I don’t care that there are duplicates here it’s more fun that way #marble hornets x reader

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regal-rosebuds · 8 months ago

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ꔫAgere Quick Guide

ꔫWhat is Age Regression?

ꔫRoles

ꔫWhat is Pet Regression?

ꔫWhat Age Do I Regress To?

ꔫWhy Do People Age Regress?

ꔫHow Do I Tell Others I Age Regress? ꔫWhat is Age Dreaming?

ꔫHow to Voluntarily Age Regress ꔫAgere Terms & Acronym Dictionary ꔫTelling Others You Regress Pt. 2 ꔫNew CG Tips/Advice

ꔫMore coming soon!

#agere #agere blog #agere community #age regression #age regressor #sfw agere #age dreaming #sfw age regression #sfw agere blog #sfw interaction only #masterlist #regal rosebuds

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newhope8 · 11 months ago

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Individual Stories I've Read💙

Whether part of a more developed master list or a simple stand-alone tale ... 💕🤗

Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire (Hyunjin)

Lactation & Nursing Kink (Chan)

Stain (Lee Know)

Sharing is Caring (Minsung & Y/N reader)

Before the After Party (Hyunjin & Y/N reader)

Come My Way (Han)

Breeding Kink (Han)

Birthday Surprise (Chan & Y/N reader)

Free Use (3racha & Y/N reader)

Sleepy Sex {somnophilia} (Lee Know)

Breeding (Lee Know)

Period Sex (Lee Know)

Pee Kink (Han)

Unexpected Alpha (Chan)

Play, Part 1 (Hyunjin & Han)

Play, Part 2 (Hyunjin & Han)

Sweet Venom (Hyunjin)

Releasing Pent Up Emotions (Lee Know)

Milking Farm (Chan, Han, Lee Know & female Y/N reader)

Bath Time (Changbin)

Breeding Kink (Chan)

Fake Boyfriend on Family Vacation (Chan)

Fuckery with Custom Dildo (Han)

Female Cat Hybrid in Heat (Lee Know)

Sleepy Sex (Han)

Wedding Night (Chan)

Pussy Drunk (Lee Know)

Behaviors during Sex (all 8 members of SKZ)

Fatherhood (Han)

Fatherhood (Chan)

I Want To Try Something (Lee Know)

First Time (Chan)

Tell Me All About It (Chan)

I Dare You (sex chocolates with Hyunjin)

Living in Ruins (camping trip with Lee Know)

To Cum or Not to Cum (Hyunjin as a gynecologist)

For Your Eyes Only (y/n reader is newly pregnant with Hyunjin, her husband)

The Cat's Revenge (sex denial with Lee Know)

Wait Your Turn (ot8, SKZ poly) 💦💦🔥🔥🥵🥵

Omega Pregnancy (ot8, SKZ poly) — this short fic is suitable for all ages & is very wholesome (in every sense of the word), there's no smut or sex, just the briefest mentions of pregnancy & a 100% consensual relationship between 9 individuals all living in the same house ... 🥰💕

Sweet First Time (college-type environment, Jisung & y/n GF have their first 🍆🐱 moment)

Kitten (loving on New Years Eve, Lee Know)

Rainy Days (y/n caught in the rain, Chan & Felix)

Cozy Pink Socks (Jisungie wears socks during baby-ing session) 💦😏🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶

Enjoying a Present in Public (y/n & Jisungie)

Overheard Dom-like Behavior (y/n & Felix)

Spicy Music Playlist in the Car (y/n & Changbin)

Reuniting after Time Apart (y/n & Chan)

Sweet & Slow (y/n & Binnie) … very tender Dwaekki 🥹🥹🥹

Just the Tip (y/n & Jisungie) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😮‍💨😏

A Happy Moment at the End (y/n & Minho)

Sleep Well (y/n & Chan) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😏

Daddy Will Take Care of You (y/n & Chan)

Just One More, Puppy (y/n & Chan) 🚀💦🌶️x5

Hot Roommate (y/n & Hyunjin)

All Mine (y/n & I.N)

Hickey (y/n & Minsung) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️💦🥵

Best Friend’s Brother (y/n & Chan)

Best Friends (y/n & Han) … friends to lovers

My Dear (y/n & Han) … friends to lovers in the best way possible, trust me on this one 🥹🥹🥹

Punishment from Doms & Subs Alike (poly ot8 relationship with the y/n character ***all parties are consenting adults***, 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦😈😈😈)

I Need To Finish My Work (y/n & Han ... 💦💦💦💦💦🔥🔥🔥🔥😈😈😈😈)

Stop Lift Button (y/n & Minho are in an elevator 😏💦🥵😈)

Pretty Little Princesses (y/n, Han & Felix play dress up ... you'll see) 😏💦🥵😈 -- spice level on this one, oh definitely five [5] chili peppers' worth ... 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😈😈😈😈

Back in 10 (y/n & CEO-type Han)

Show Mommy (y/n & Minho)

SKZ & Potential Favorite Positions (does this need any further introduction ... ?? Naur, I don't think so ... 😏) I would usually link shorter stories like this one on another ML (master list) on my page, yet this particular list >individual stories I've read< has been more popular than some of my others.

Milk & Honey (y/n & Chan; very sweet & tender "first love" confession ... tender and equally caring first time p-v moment between fem!y/n reader & her boyfriend, Chan) ☺️🥹💕💕💕 This story, like all the others, is 18+ 🔞⚠️ so MDNI. If you want a super comforting read, give this story a look-see.

Tentacles, Part 1 (y/n & Han)

#fanfic smut #masterlist #kpop masterlist #18+ mdni #minors do not interact #no minors please #stray kids smut #stray kids fan fic #stray kids fanfic

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sur-i-ki · 20 days ago

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9/20

If only

The cold rage burns deep, a seething fire in his veins as he storms down the corridor, each step echoing with the relentless rhythm of his heart. He feels his pulse pounding in his ears, a drumbeat of fear and anger, drowning out every thought but one: to find you.

They had refused him at first, his superiors dismissing his pleas as though your life was a mere inconvenience, as though you weren’t worth the resources it would take to bring you back. He remembers the way they looked at him, cold and condescending, as if his desperation were some flaw they couldn’t tolerate. When he demanded, when he threw himself against every rule, every regulation, they sent his own comrades to stop him, to drag him back from the ledge he was ready to leap over just to find you.

But his friends hadn’t fought him. They had looked into his eyes and seen the determination there, the fury tempered by a love so deep it was woven into the fabric of his being. Without a word, they had joined him, moving as one to tear through the obstacles in their path.

Together, they fought through layers of security, into the enemy’s territory, a violent and unrelenting force. They fought with desperation, with purpose, cutting down anyone who dared stand between him and you. He moved like a man possessed, driven by the image of your face, by the unspoken promise he carried in his heart. The ring, small and delicate, pressed against his chest in the hidden pocket, seemed to burn hotter with every step. I just have to get to you, he thought. Then I’ll ask. Then we can leave this hell behind.

When he sees the door, the heavy iron barrier that separates him from you, something inside him snaps. He throws himself against it, pounding with all the strength left in him. His voice is raw, a hoarse shout tearing from his throat.

"Open it!" His voice is shaking, desperate, not a command but a plea. One of his friends, barely recognizable through the blur of his grief and rage, reaches forward, fitting a key into the lock. The door creaks open, the sound like a screeching wail, and he pushes forward, unseeing, uncaring.

The room is dim, but he sees you instantly, his heart leaping with a moment’s hope before it plummets into despair. Your perfume hangs in the air.

Then he sees the rest.

You’re there, on the cold stone floor, but the spark in your eyes, the life he’d clung to in his mind, is gone. Your body is still, too still, bruised and broken, each mark a silent testament to the agony you must have endured. The world shifts, everything blurring around him as he stumbles forward, his mind refusing to believe what his eyes see.

“No,” he whispers, dropping to his knees beside you. His hands reach out, shaking as he touches your shoulder, as if trying to stir you, to pull you back from whatever place you’ve gone. "No, no, this isn’t… You’re just… You’re just asleep." His voice breaks, shattering into fragments as he runs his hand over your face, gentle as if a softer touch could bring you back.

But you don’t move.

The silence presses down on him, heavy and suffocating. His heart, which had raced with the thought of seeing you, of holding you again, now feels hollow, a cavern echoing with loss.

One of his friends speaks behind him, murmuring words of sympathy, of sorrow, but he barely hears them. All he knows is the weight of you, the way your body feels beneath his hands, so close yet unreachable, lost to him in a way that feels unbearable. His hand finds yours, fingers curling around your cold, lifeless hand, and the contrast between the warmth in his chest and the chill of your skin feels like a cruel joke, a lie he can’t accept.

"Come on, wake up," he whispers, his voice shaking as he leans close to your face, as if his words alone could breathe life back into you. "Please, you have to wake up. I need you here, I need you to—” His voice cracks, a sob escaping as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the faint scent that still lingers, a trace of the person he loved, the person he would have given everything to save.

"Why?" he chokes out, his voice muffled against your skin, each word a desperate plea to whatever force could still hear him. "Why did you have to go through this alone? I was coming for you. I was so close. Just… Just a little longer, and I would have been here."

He pulls away, his hand shaking as it moves to his chest, pressing against the pocket where the ring lies, cold and unyielding, a bitter reminder of what he never got to ask. It burns a mark into his chest, the coldness of it biting. He had imagined a hundred ways to ask, a thousand moments where he could slip that ring onto your finger and tell you that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. But now, that future is gone, torn away, leaving only this raw, hollow ache.

"I was going to…" His voice trails off as his fingers brush your hair back, smoothing away the strands that fall over your closed eyes. He tries to force a smile, to make this moment something gentler, something softer than the reality that’s bearing down on him. "I was going to ask you to stay with me. Forever." A tear slips down his cheek, splashing onto your face, and he wipes it away, as if he could somehow protect you, even now.

"You can’t be gone," he says, the words thick and slurred as he chokes on another sob. "You… You’re stronger than this. You’re not supposed to leave me. We were supposed to be together. Don’t you remember?"

His slides the ring onto your hand. It fits perfectly. The tips of your fingers are blue. One of them is missing.

He’s shaking now, his hands gripping your shoulders, almost as if he could shake the life back into you, as if he could pull you back through sheer force of will. But you remain still, a silence colder than any he’s ever known stretching between you.

A hand falls on his shoulder, gentle but firm, pulling him back. He fights it, jerking away, refusing to be separated from you. "No!" he cries, his voice a raw, broken wail. "Don’t take me away! Don’t you dare. I’m not leaving."

But his friend tightens their grip, voice choked with their own sorrow. "You have to let go," they say, and their voice trembles with the weight of it, as if they, too, feel the same unbearable pain, the same helplessness that fills him.

He doesn’t let go. He can’t. The thought of walking away, of leaving you here, feels like ripping his own heart out. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as he whispers, "Please. Come back to me. I can’t… I can’t do this without you."

But you’re gone, a quiet, still presence that doesn’t answer, that offers no comfort. And he realizes, with a deep, suffocating ache, that there is nothing he can do, no battle he can fight, no plea that can bring you back.

There is a gaping hole in his chest. It matches yours.

The hand on his shoulder tugs again, a silent reminder that he has to leave, that he has to keep moving, even though every part of him wants to stay here, to sink into the emptiness beside you.

As he’s pulled away, his gaze never leaves you, his heart breaking with every step, each one carrying him farther from the life he’d wanted, the future he’d dreamed of with you. The ring presses against his chest, a cruel reminder of all he’d lost, of the love he’d never be able to share with you, of the words he’d never get to say.

And as he stumbles forward, away from the battlefield and the broken promise you’d left behind, he knows he's a dead man walking.

There are two bodies haunting that room now.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

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lunaekalenda · 10 months ago

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no panties (warning!! rewrite of my older post)

warnings: neutral gender fem bodied reader, semi-public, mentions of spit, fingering, oral f!rec, a really little moment of mutual mast. enjoy enjoy. a pretty long smut surprisingly.

Enter a sex-shop needed more valor than you expected. And, specially, having such a man smiling at you and asking if you’re okay, because you froze at the door, fully blushed and shy, playing with the leather band of your bag, thinking seriously about turning around and going back home even knowing everyone would look at you because of your strange behavior. But, once you’re here, what can you do?

Your best friend told you this was the most discrete shop of the city as soon as she discovered your desire to get — finally— something to spice up your nights, even when all the toys displayed on the shelfs as if it were cupcakes did had a lot of adjetives, but not discrete. “Are you alright?” he asks again, and your eyes collide with his. He’s tall, and the messy raven bun gives him an irresistible aura, just increased by his sharp and slanted dark eyes looking directly at yours. He was softly smiling as you nod and got quickly lost between the shelfs, unable to hear his giggles. You awakened his curiosity, he has to admit.

You don’t even know why you’re here, in any case. It was late at night when, drinking with your friends on a near bar, one of them, kinda tipsy, started to tell with lots of unnecesary details how good she spends the nights now that she got something for her to enjoy. All of them started to agreed until the conversation got fixated on the only one that said nothing. You. They convinced you to get one to spend the lonely nights. To discover yourself. And it wasn’t a bad idea, but you’re maybe the most shy thing on earth, and just reading the red sign outside of the shop brought all the blood to your cheeks. It took you a while to push the door, entering the shop with your gaze low and the sundress lifting a little because of the wind.

While you walk between shelfs full of colorful toys, the boy keeps an eye on you, the same joking side smile while his eyes follow your body between the shelfs. You’re pretty, he’s not gonna lie. You’re attractive, and the cute sundress you’re using adapts so well to your body he doesn’t even need to imagine how nice your curves must be under it. He raises a brow when you turn around, cute eyes looking everywhere, open with curiosity. He presses his lips together to avoid a smile when you get closer to a wand, discovering that it vibrates by proximity. He gives a couple steps back, eyes still fixed on your graceful body moving between the corridors and the expositors. You sigh. There are too many things, and you don’t know where to use half of them. He decides to talk to you, silently approaching you as he stands next to you, both looking to rainbow ordered shelf.

"Are you searching something?" the dependent asks, with a side smile and sharp eyes looking directly at you. You feel how every single vein of your body rushes the blood to your cheeks at the same time that your heart jumps inside your chest because of the sudden talk, and you look to the shelfs full of sexual toys in front of you, avoiding his gaze, while nodding quietly. You can hear his calm steps and he easily reaches the shelf. It's ridiculously taller than you, and you can smell his cologne softly on the air. He smiles again. "So, egg? bunny? magic wand? for couples? panty? bdsm?" he keeps the straightest face while listing all the types of vibrators he has in front of him. "Maybe you're more into sucker..." he looks to the shelf on his back and you stop him, softly speaking.

"I... don't really know which one I should use... I never had one." words escape cutely from your lips, as the boy can't help but smile softly. Even when he's used to do these questions, he finds it a hundred times more enjoyable with such a cute customer. Taking a couple keys from his pocket, he smiles at you wider. Godess, he’s so damn attractive.... It’s almost an offense to be this handsome.

"I see... I'll need to make you some questions in order to find which one suits you better..." He points the door behind the shelfs as he speaks to his workmate. "Taking the customer with me for the questionary." the other man nods as his brows go up and down. Once he passes, he makes you enter, closing behind you two. You’re quite nervous. You didn’t know there was a questionary for this things. The attractive man sits in front of you as his gaze analyzes your summer dress. It suits you so perfectly he can’t even look up at your eyes again. He obligates himself, clearing his throat. He makes you sit on a table before sitting in front.

“I’m Suguru, and I’m going to ask you some questions, so we can define what type of toy you should buy, alright?” You nod, blushed again. Answer sexual questions to this man must be some type of divine punishment. He takes his tablet out. “First, did you ever had sexual encounters?”

Wow, the first question and you feel already like disappearing from shame. You nod quietly a couple times. It was a long ago, tho. You think about adding that to your answer, but your voice seems gone. “Was it recently?” you shake your head, thanking the gods for the question of the man sitting in front of you. “Good…” He takes note of “Size: little”, but his head starts to think about that. A long ago? You look so hot and cute… He would definitely change that.

“Do you usually masturbate using fingers or any other thing you can take inside?” Damn, he was using such a vocabulary… Isn’t the room too hot? He’s secretly enjoying the way that your eyes find more interesting places to look at than his face. You’re so blushed… He has been also aware on how your legs press under the transparent table. He crosses them on his ankles, his chest touching the surface as he sits properly, closer to you.

“J-just fingers…” you say quietly, and he takes note of that too, bitting his lip under the thought of yourself, using those little fingers, crying out his name and begging for him. The images are invading his mind as his eyes soflty scan you enterely. He wants to cross the table and kiss you. Fuck, you’re so cute, so red and flustered… He can’t keep making those dumb questions. He stands up, walking behind you. Even when you thought his presence might be intimidating, his touch on your shoulders make you relax.

“You’re too tense answering this…” he whispers, as his hands massage you softly. They sometimes get closer to your discovered clavicle, quickly going up again. Your skin reacts with electricity as his hands keep going. “Relax a little, yeah? Or else, I’ll end making the practical questionary…” It was a lie. Not that he would take things practical, but yes that a practical questionary exists. He never got wild with clients, and less on the shop. But seems like there are first times for everything.

“P-practical?” you ask. You cheeks blush again. How cute. His hands go down, reaching your breasts. You sigh under his touch, even knowing that there’s fabric between his palms and your skin, but already feeling that good.

“Mhm. You know, getting to know your body language to different stimulations.” he coos near your ear, as you press your tighs together again. Of course, he saw that. “Are you interested, honey?” his voice sounds so smooth you can’t help but nod. The attraction feels heavier when he’s behind you, hands touching you as his voice guides your thoughts. “That’s it, how I wanted.” He walks towards the door, closing it with the key, as he comes back. His body is again standing behind your chair, where you can’t see him, as his hand wraps softly around your neck, and the other slides above your chest to squeeze your breast. “No bra, I see…” His gaze goes to your pressed legs, and, with a quick movement, he takes the chair away from the table, walking towards the front, bending over the chair, getting so close to you as if he was gonna kiss you. His fingers lift your dress and quickly take your panties waistband, taking them away with a fast movement. He licks two of his fingers until they’re dripping saliva, getting so ready to follow the explicit images that his mind has been creating for the last 5 minutes. He looks at the stain on your panties under your blushed gaze. Of course, you’re wet. Ridiculously wet. He wants to know how will you end once he’s deep inside you.

“Let’s see…” he takes them, putting them on his pocket, an excuse to see you again. Even when he doesn’t plan to give them back to you. He would probably use them later on the darkness of his room, maybe smell you on them, maybe wrap his cock with them as he thinks he’s fucking you. He gets hard just with the thought of what you two are about to do. His fingers are still wet when he presses them against your core. "You'll may enjoy simple things..." you feel two of his fingers inside, a torturing and slow circle motion while his lips are dangerously close to yours and your body arches on the chair, searching more depth and more contact with his body. You try to kiss him, getting closer, but he parts with a giggle, asif he was having fun with it. "Maybe just a plastic cock will help you, but why should we just ignore that I can fuck you better than that thing could ever?" he whispers as his fingers curve towards your walls. You let a long moan out as your hands grip his shirt, taking a satisfied smile from him. "Just see how your body reacts to my fingers… To only my fingers..." Without a word, he takes them out. Your moan turns sad when you don't feel them inside. He laughs a little. "Remember we're searching your adequate toy, hm?" He kneels softly, eyes shining with lust as he licks his lips, tongue being such a tease while it passes above his pink lips, leaving glossy spit behind. “What I thought when I saw you… Maybe a sucker goes better for you." Without more words, his lips capture your clit, sucking softly, making you tangle your fingers on his raven locks, bun messier than before, and your legs cross behind his body, unconsciously pulling him closer. He won’t say it, but he likes it. How your body presses him, wanting him deeper. It’s a sign of how good he’s doing it.

“G-god…” you moan, as your body arches towards his mouth. He wants to hear you. He wants to hear you calling him. Calling his name. Crying for him, begging. He fantasizes with your voice breaking on a moan. He parts with glossy lips, licking his fingers again as he puts two inside. Your cute eyes seem about to cry from pleasure as your fingers are still tangled on his hair. “Please…” you beg him. “P-please…”. Right were he wanted you. Godess, he’s so hard… An d you’re making him even more, every single minute that passes. His autocontrol is almost reaching the limit line, and he doesn’t know if he will be able to keep looking how you become a mess without exploding.

“You’re missing my name, baby.” he jokingly sings, as his fingers curve inside you, making you gasp for air. His lips trace your neck when you let your head fall back, tongue playing near your jaw as he bites sweetly all way down your neck, including your clavicle, as his fingers keep fucking you softly, slower everytime, almost forcing you to say his name. Your shyness disappears as soon as his fingers move so slow you need to move against them. He kneels again, mouth near his fingers, and you can even feel his hot breath against your folds. You close your eyes, mouth open as he smiles for himself

“Please… Suguru, please…” His tongue licks you again, fingers still thrusting painfully good inside you as your head falls back again with a long moan. He’s enjoying this way too much, how your pretty legs get around his neck to bring his mouth closer, and how you try to mute your moans by covering your mouth with your hand. You look so pretty and so damn hot like that, dripping wet for him as he takes every single drop on his mouth. You taste so heavenly… But, sadly, he has a more needy place on his body, achingly hard against his pants, twitching with every moan he hears. With an audible kiss, the boy parts from you as his fingers also leave your cunt, and you’re already missing his skilled tongue on you. He laughs, unzipping his pants, letting you see the bulge against his boxers. Like that, standing in front of you, half undressed, with his bun almost gone and his t-shirt messy, all his tall body above yours, he sees you so little. There, legs open and fluids and saliva staining your inner thighs, such a cute view just for him. His muscles tense when you stretch a leg towards him, bare foot touching his bulgue softly above the fabric. He can’t wait no more. Taking your leg by the ankle, he gets closer with a long caress on your skin, his other hand rests on the chair back when he arrives near you, body hunched over you. He whispers when he talks, breathy moans leaving your mouth as his hand releases your leg and plays around your wet inner thighs.

“The good thing about working on a sex-shop…” he whispers, opening the drawer behind your chair. “Is the insane quantity of free condoms we get from promotions.” as he says it, he takes an alluminium package out of the drawer. “Would you like to try to put it?” he says, a smile on his mouth as he takes away his underwear, burying his hand on his hair, trying to accomodate it. He’s huge, and your hand takes the little plastic almost trembling, under his patient gaze. “Open it slowly and take it out. I’ll prepare myself, hm? Unless you want to…”

You doubt but, as soon as you see his hand stroking softly, you put your cold fingers on the tip, a moan escaping his mouth. Your fist gets around it and you begin to pump it slowly. His hips begin to rock against your hand without him noticing.

“Please, put it already… I want to fuck you.” he moans. “You seem so tight… I can even feel how good you will squeeze me.” His voice is shaky as both your gazes are fixed on how your hands put the condom on him, his teasing your core again with a sigh, and, as soon as it is done, he takes your body, still using the summer dress, and sits you on the desk, cock perfectly aligned to enter in you with a soft motion of his hips. He does it slowly, he didn’t forget about the first question. Maybe it was the second? He doesn’t know. His brain is shutted off because of pleasure as he buries little by little inside you, until he reaches his end. He sighs and you moan, you’ve never felt so full. Maybe your fingers won’t work anymore from now on.

“Tight and soft… And so, so, wet.” he giggles when your nails get buried on his t-shirt. Using your legs, tangling them on his back, you ask him to move without words. You need him to move. “Hm? You want something, pretty?” You nod. “Use your words. I know you can do it!” he encourages you, even when you can’t put more than two words together and pretend they make sense. You order your words before speaking, voice sore from crying.

“Please, ‘Guru… Move, please.” His laugh is soft as his hips thrust inside you, cock sliding out before another motion against your body. Each one of them makes you moan higher and higher, as you hide your face on his neck and he keeps your legs open for him to fuck. You’re almost folded in two as he keps pounding, that lock of hair outside of the bun against his eyes as your breath and moans collide in one. He sounds so good, so deep and so lewd you want to hear him moan all afternoon. To make him moan.

“Good, baby, keep ‘em open for me.” his finger caress sweet circles on your clit, hand sneaking between your bodies as your lips kiss his neck’s crook, soflty bitting. His hips follow an amazingly sensual pace, waving against you as your gasps and whimes are higher, all of them transformed into love bites on his neck. Those ones are gonna leave a mark Geto will be more than happy to show everyone. He won’t cover them, why? He could brag all day about the best sex he had had in months. Your voice distracts him as a saliva thread connects his skin to your open mouth, eyes closed in an expression of pure pleasure. Geto would gladly capture this in a picture and save it for himself and only himself. Your voice surprises him. “Harder, ‘Guru.” he laughs, and his voice coos on your ear.

“Are you sure?” Nodding, you close your eyes soflty, feeling how he bites your ear soflty. “Good.” His hands push your body slowly, making your back meet the cold desk as you lie on the glassy surface. He would pay to see your ass against the glass, moving with every thrust he gives you, your fluids staining the transparent surface. His hands take your hips, lifting them a bit, as he thrusts harder and faster against you. His hands help your hips to meet his cock halfway as you’re a mess of moans and gasps, unable to do anything more than feel pleasure. Your back arches due to the extreme pleasure you’re feeling. He has edged you twice already, and you feel so close to cumming… And he does, too. His cock ached from being jailed in those pants, and he even caressed it from above the fabric while eating you. You are the best sex session he has had in months, and he’s so stupidly hard… he feels that, if you squeeze him once more, he’ll cum harder than ever.

You’re about to discover it as you cum with a long sigh, a beautiful moan that will be stuck on his head for a long time, that will haunt his mind while working, having a shower or getting a drink. Your cunt clenches and squeezes his hardness, making him moan and keep thrusting you through your orgasm, so in search of his own, wanting to overstimulate you to the point that his dick is pressed against your walls while he cums. He smiles when the thought hits him and he thrusts slower, but harder. “Mmm… good, good, keep squeezing,baby, keep being so tight… I’m so close.” he sounds so needy it makes you squeeze him harder. Your own hand searches your clit as he keeps thrusting, emptying himself with a long groan, letting his body rest on top of yours, mixing your breathes as his hips give soft thrusts against you yet, as your legs still tremble from the experience. He sighs. It was amazing. Both of you try to regulate your breaths as he helps you to stand up, making a knot on the condom and arranging his clothes and your dress. You're red again, but you want to thank him.

"Thanks... It was good." you whisper under his lovely gaze, while he makes a bun again. "B-but I still don't know what to buy... And my panties..." he interrumpts you.

"Come back tomorrow. With a dress. And, just as a recommendation: don't put panties under. You won't lost the panties, and I won't lose time taking them off your body." With a blink, he gets closer for a kiss, bitting you lip. "I'll wait for you tomorrow with more practical tests. and remember: sundress and no panties."

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