#I was putting a pattern on some fabric and looked at the crotch-to-ankle bit and was like. hm. this looks VERY short

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

nothing quite like sewing to make you realize how small you really are

like I did not expect my hip-to-ankle-length to be less than a meter even though my whole body is only 164. but still!! less than a meter!!! I'm so short!!!!!

[mastrandre]

You drive to my place excited, anxious and your heart racing , stopping in front of my place,text me youre downstairs. i leave my place as you await by passenger side door keys in hand, as i get to you i start kissing you passionately,acutely aware you are completely soaked by now, i grab your keys and i open door for you. I help you sit down i buckle you up since youre so shaky. Walking around to drivers side i see the towels and all your toys on back seat as instructed, and proceed to sit in the drivers seat.

As soon as i sit i repeat the cum word 5 times then i start the car driving to our first stop. We go to a Tim Horton's grabbing us some coffees and i drive us to the parking lot of the nearest Walmart and choose a location far from entrance and then reach over to backseat grabbing a towel telling you to put it underneath you, then inserting a finger into your pussy...

I tell you to spread a bit wider and start rubbing you gspot until you fill my hand with your juices, bring it to my mouth to taste you finally, visibly hard cock within my pants, me commando underneath, the fabric is rubbing against my shaft and head the friction is nearly more than i can bear, i open the door and intruct you to head to back seat lay down legs towards me. You're visibly flustered mind racing in anticipation, but doing exactly as you were told and clearing the stuff from seat into space on the floor...

I open back door get only one knee in grab your ankles, as you let out a small yelp and plant them spread on ceiling of car then i reach further in and grab the panties and pull em as far as theyll go down your legs and with driver side fully open i start eating you out until im content ive tasted you sufficiently.

After im done i instruct you to go back to your seat and buckle up without readjusting yourself, a look of nervousness mixed in with delighted humiliation flashes across your face. I close my door hand you a coffee and we both drink it quickly as we both are beyond squirmy and desiring what comes next.

As i drink my coffee im intoxicated by your scent and can taste you with every sip i take making me throb alot, almost as if my cock was trying to poke a hole right through my pants, you notice this and start squirting uncontrollably biting your lower lip not to scream. We both down our coffees as if we had been in a desert for days, your eyes pleading to be allowed to finally feel that cock. I grab your left hand and bring it over to my crotch instructing you to only feel it through the pants, visible disappointment on your face. "Don't worry youll see and taste it soon enough Bubbles" After youve started doing this im going insane i want you so bad but at same time i prevent myself from giving in. Start the car and drive to our destination. At first stop i tell you to pull out your lush 2 and hand me your phone with app turned on.

I grab the phone and position it on my seat between my legs and take the lush and tell you to apply the cinnamon oil that i brought for you on its entire surface. You do so not knowing what to expect, swallowing hard. I take the slicked up lush and push it into your pussy roughly fingering your clit as i do so.

After ive made sure to turn the lush on, i return my hand to your app and start programming a pattern quickly that makes you go into convulsive orgasms and i snap your focus back to fondling my cock and balls with a slap to your breasts. You hand feels good but i need more now and quickly measure time to the next rest area on our route. So i instruct you to put your hand inside my pants but spread your legs and tell you to keep em that way till we stop and now start to finger your clit into a frenzy stopping at times to squeeze it nice and hard. Every pinch accompanied with your lips parting as if to scream but only showing tongue lingering at your lower lip deep moans escaping in a continuous stream of unbridled pleasure and pain. We get near to rest area and i have to let go, but i taste your wonderful juices yet again.

After parking where there is trees and shade i tell you to stop and wait, visibly not happy about stopping you hear " Now its your turn to taste, you slutty fucktoy whore" you start salivating at this command in anticipation,  backing my seat up to its rear most position and dropping the backrest all the way to give you room i make the gesture to unbuckle and then pull the dress down so i can see your breasts in that hot red lingerie top.

Unbuckling and then twisting sideways because of the panties being somewhat restrictive, i tell you to take them off and keep em on the seat. Your eyes pleading to begin i nod yes you've been anticipating this moment for so long, your hands tremble, pussy still being frenzied by the toy inserted, finally able to get belt undone and pants opened up releasing my thick member. You get flushed, licking your lips and start to give me oral care using everything youve learned pleases me most and some from your own experiences. After 20 mins or so i push your face down by your hair so im in your throat and shoot stream after stream of hot sperm right into you making deep,near animalistic groans as this is happening.

As you sit back up being released from my grip i notice the self satisfied grin, the ruined mascara but mostly the quieted mind appearance of subspace, very self evident on your face. " turn around and present your ass fucktoy, Master's not done yet, take your soaked panties and put em fully into your mouth as a gag." reaching into my bag i pull out a day plug and instruct you to hold your ass cheeks spread, rubbing it against your pussy to get it lubbed up by that cumsoaked slit, inserting it slowly until only the guard is left visible.

I point at your seat for you to return to your original position. Cheecks on fire from your elevated blood pressure, endorphins flushing your entire body, you are in a haze of pleasure and pain.

Before readjusting myself i stretch my arm out into your bag and pull out your wand and 2 of the towels you had on the seat earlier. " Raise that sexy ass and put these to cover the seat under you" as i hand them over you notice the wand and become even more flushed and you're almost begging me with your big blue beautiful eyes not to, body betraying you by squirting almost instantly.That makes me laugh and as soon as youve placed the towels i nestle the wand right up against the rearmost point of your pussy, as the vibrations grow in intensity between the lush and the wand, i start the car and drive up to the Tim Horton's drive through and order us cofffees. Flustered beyond belief your wet panties hidden in your mouth and both vibes working you over sitting on towels anyone at any moment we're stopped can catch you amidst a flurry of orgasms. Coffees are brought and i hand over yours but shifting over to grab sends you over the edge and a loud moan escapes you, making the male cashier grin slyly as he hands me mine.

We drive off, and it takes another tortuous 45 minutes to get to the rented cabin by the lake in Val David. 45 minutes of non stop over the top orgasms your face flushed short of breath and eyes barely able to focus arriving there. Coffees a mere memory by now, towels completely drenched in your cum and your legs almost unable to support your own mass. I get out first and walk over to your door, opening it and admiring your stare and just how so very sexy you are. "Dont move Bubbles" said in my Dom voice, you  can barely even nod by now, making me grin. I grab the wand, turn it off and proceed to remove the lush from your cum soaked pussy, you orgasm as its nearly out and that just expels it right onto the towels glistening in the mid morning sunlight from your juices and finally i pull out the panties from your mouth, handing them to you. Reaching for your hair i pull your face near my crotch, have you pull out my cock and start facefucking you right then and there, still buckled in your car seat, those big sexy lips feeling glorious on my shaft, the choking noises as i hit your throat, the running mascara from you tearing up, all things making me take your mouth in a more manic way. After a long while, groaning hard i empty another load into that pretty little mouth of yours and you smile radiantly.I unbuckle you, take your hand to help you out of the car, then as soon as your balance is back i wrap my arms around you in a loving embrace, our tongues dancing together in a hedonistic deep passionate rythm.

Closing the car door afterwards. I have you stand there in waiting position as i carry our stuff inside the beautiful 2 story, 3700 square foot cabin.

I come back out, heading for you with a very voracious grin, bend down and grab your upper legs tossing you over my shoulder and bring you back inside while you twitch and let out half-serious protests to have me put you down, which i don't pay attention to until we're both inside, i put you down face flushed from being upside down and close the door. As soon as the door closes "Inspection, Bubbles" and you immidiatly assume the position panty still in your hand. This time i pace around you feeling every inch with my hands and devouring ýou with my eyes.

I take the panty and toss it onto the chair nearby then i grab your top and pull it off to go join the panty, kissing every inch of skin as it becomes exposed and that gorgeous red bra. Removing it and kissing even more as you cant stop squirming and panting, then i remove the last piece the dress... i grab you by the hair and kiss you deeply while my other hand explores your body making you squeal and moan even more. "Your turn to undress me Bubbles" i say with that grinning smile hinted to as well within my voice's tone.As you undress me youre doing it exactly as i did for you with 1 exception you decided to go full out and not only kiss my ass cheeks but rimm me to my pleasure and surprise " well done slut" once at the front you go to suck me off but i tell you to french my balls first. Your absolute lust and devotion clearly visible in your whole body as you lunge for my balls as if the most divine meal youve ever seen was in their place. Your mouth ravenously and passionately gobbles up my sack and your tongue starts driving me wild as it lovingly tongue lashes my balls. I grab the back of your head and keep you there for a long time to the point you have trouble breathing but you only look up to me with love and devotion, not panic. ●More soon as this is a work in progress●

[bump1nthen1ght]

At the End of the Day

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader/Non-Binary Tentacle Monster (It/It’s pronouns used)

Genre: Fluff, First Times, Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Content up ahead (18+ only!), Tentacles, Slight mention of Aphrodisiacs

Word Count: 2904 Words

Summary: After an exhausting day at work, you find some unexpected comfort from under your bed

Request :Omg I love your Forest Fun fic💕 Could I req a NSFW with a tentacle monster, monster under your bed? I was thinking of a lonely reader, meeting their under the bed mate one night where they were hang their hand off the bed, hoping for a monster to hold it and love them, AND IT DOES! Tysm I love your writing!!!

You officially concluded it was a bad day when you collapsed on your bed at 12 AM, too tired to sleep and too dehydrated to cry your feelings out.

You had been on your feet for nine hours, been screamed at for three, and had barely had time to heat up a cup of ramen noodles before almost passing out from exhaustion. Not even the comfort of a screen could help, having forgotten to record the newest episode of your favorite show and having left your phone charger at home all day.

All in all, you 're having a bad time.

You sluggishly pull up your blankets, only in your underwear because putting on pajamas was too much work, and are left to look at your ceiling.

The bed is cold, not yet warmed by your body heat, and the sheets feel a little itchy. You groan, wondering if one thing, one thing, could go right today.

It’d be nice if you had someone to cuddle. Maybe a pillow would suffice, but it’s the thought of someone’s soft touch, playing with your hair, the sound of their heartbeat against your ear. Someone to massage out the stress from your back and shoulders, and remind you that everything would be alright; Whispering promises of a better tomorrow.

But that doesn’t just happen overnight.

You throw your hands over your face, groaning into your palms as you beg your mind to just let you sleep. Dragging your fingers down your cheeks, you let out a pitiful whine before you flip over to your stomach and try to find comfort that way.

You stuff your face into your pillow, one hand dangling off the side of your bed, fingers just barely brushing the carpet. You trace patterns into the fabric, wondering how nice it would feel to be wrapped in something that warm and cozy. Something big enough to envelope you whole, pinning you to the bed. Something with nice warm hands to fill yours, that will pet the back of knuckles and kiss them goodnight. Something that would travel up your wrist, hot and sensual, leaving a trail of warm ooze that-

Wait.

What the fuck.

Your hand jerks upwards, the liquid now running down your forearm glistening. You pull your face out your pillow and throw yourself to the other side of the bed, eyes racing back and forth across your room.

It’s the same as before, only moon light shining through your window and the low hum of your fan accompanying it. You take another look at your hand, streaks of slime dribbling down the sides. It’s warm, the consistency of aloe vera, and sort of smells like...vanilla?

With your heart pounding, you slowly inch over to the side of your bed, not daring to look too far over, too afraid of what you might see.

You fly backwards when the tip of something black and shiny comes up and over your sheets, tentatively tapping the side. It looks like it’s feeling around for something.

Was it looking for you?

You freeze as the tentacle reaches farther and farther up the sheets, thrashing around as you avoid it’s touch, until another one joins it in the search. You don’t move an inch, fearing any shifting of the blankets would alert the creature to your presence.

The tentacles reach about half-way across the bed, almost brushing against your toes, when they freeze. You hold a breath and watch them slowly slink back underneath, wondering if now is the time to lose your shit.

A pair of eyes-wait, no, two pairs of eyes peer up from the side, glowing yellow in the dark. Their pupils expand as they take in the darkness, darting around until they see you, curled up against the corner of your headboard.

There’s a soft churring noise, like the startup of a vacuum or the sound of birds singing. A tiny tentacle comes up, sheepishly tapping the sheets as the creature stares at you.

“....Alright?” It murmurs. It’s voice is scratchy, like it’s trying to make sounds it never has before.

“What?” Your mouth, barely making a whisper. The tentacle points to your hand, still covered in ooze.

“Smelled...sad.” The creature sniffs, slightly raising it’s head so you can see the bottom half of its face. It resembled that of a human, but the mouth extended all the way back to it’s jaw, hinged like a snake. You can see several rows of sharp teeth and the purplish tongue that comes out and wets it’s...lips? “Thought….I could help.” The tentacle draws a circle into your bed covers, the creature's eyes darting away as it’s skin flushes an even darker black; Indigos and deep violets highlight the contours of it’s face. “Don’t like it...when you are sad….”

You think you’ve lost your chance to have a breakdown, your mind already switching to numb out the wave of realizations you are going through right now. All you can focus on are the bashful look on the creature's face, the way it’s tentacles nervously tuts back and forth, and how warm your hand felt in its embrace. How nice it felt.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” You mutter, finally able to make proper words. “I appreciate it.” You unconsciously rub your thumb over the palm of your slick hand, noting how hot it still is, how it relaxes your muzzles like a warm bath.

The creature just nods, resting it’s chin on the bed.

“Feeling...better?”

You shrug. “Uh...a little bit. A good hand-hold is always nice.”

At that, the creature perks up, and you can see some more tentacles come up the bedside. They beckon you to come closer, massaging the mattress and somehow leaving no trails of their slime. The creature swallows, rubbing the back of its neck.

“...Could make you feel….really good….If you...want.”

Your eyebrow quirks, the cogs of your brain working extra slow tonight. But the way the creature flushes, the way it’s tentacles writhe so sensually, you soon start to get the picture.

A logical person might have said no. Might’ve screamed, thrown on the light, and barricaded their bedroom. Probably called the authorities, or animal control.  

But isn’t this what you’d been asking for? And they were sweet enough to pick you up when you were down. Even asked for your permission afterwards, and made a conscious effort to not make a total mess of your bed.

Maybe it’ was the nine hours of pure hell, maybe it’s the fact it’s the most physical contact you’ve had in months, but there’s a part of you that really wants to say yes.

And it’s probably the sleep deprivation that makes you actually do it.

“Yeah. I-I think I would like that.” You slowly unfurl yourself, the creature's face lighting up as you slowly crawl over to it. It’s tentacles thrash around unabashedly, some too eager to even wait for you to get closer, tickling the tops of your knees and nipping at your fingers. You giggle as one finds a ticklish spot. “What’s your name?” You whisper, falling into the soft touches of it’s tentacles as you get closer and closer to the creature’s face. It’s still flushed purple, it’s eyes racing over your body.

“Ghitir.” It croaks, taking a deep breath as your oversized night shirt slips down your shoulder, exposing your skin to it’s greedy eyes. It’s flattering, how much it wants you.

You pull down your collar even more, letting it fall past your collarbone and show just a peak of your chest. A tentacle has begun crawling up your leg, the thick ooze leaving a warm trail along the outside of your thigh, and you gently grab it. Ghitir shudders as you stroke your thumb over the tentacle, feeling the way it’s muscles push against your palm.

It’s hot breath brushes across your face as you look into its four eyes, not realizing how close you had gotten to it. Your eyes fall it’s mouth, where it’s long tongue darts out for a second.

“My name’s _____.” You punctuate the sentence with a kiss, one which Ghitir reciprocated hungrily. It’s tongue along your lips before darting into your mouth, your hands running up the back of its neck as you sink deeper into the feeling.

The tentacles have grown bolder, several now pushing past the bottoms of your pajama shorts and others going under your shirt. One slides up the center of your chest, it’s tip barely touching your nipples as the others run along your pelvis. You can feel slime drip down your behind as several caress your ass, pulling the fabric of your shorts higher and higher as they squeeze. The liquid has gotten even hotter, making your skin buzz and tingle.

All the sensations come together in a perfect tidal wave, so much so that even the rubbing of your pajamas against your crotch has you keeling into Ghitir, thrusting your hips against your mattress. Ghitir churrs, pulling it’s tongue out of your mouth to lather your jaw and neck in kisses. There’s a slight sting as you feel claws dig into your lower back, your hazy eyes glancing downwards to see Ghitir’s four, vaguely humanoid-arms, push you closer to it’s body. It pants and yanks on the shirt fabric, urging you to take it off. You do so in one quick motion, but before you let Ghitir lunge for another kiss, you yank it’s shoulders upwards and onto your bed, revealing all of its body to you.

It’s torso and arms connect to a mass of rolling tentacles, big and small, all of which latch onto you as you fall back onto the bed. Some squirm under your waistband, pushing your shorts and underwear past your crotch and down to your thighs. You shimmy your legs and kick them off your ankles, a shiver running down your spine as cold muscle presses up against your sex. Ghitir leans down into the crook of your neck, exhaling hot breath as it’s cold skin presses into your chest. Your nipples pebble and you run your hands down it’s back, nails digging into it’s clenched muscles.

Ghitir’s tentacles rub your crotch, undulating while one slinks down to your entrance. Beads of liquid smear off of it and into your skin, it’s tip just ghosting over your hole. The knot in your stomach burns hotter, your crotch thrusting upwards, trying to catch that fleeting sensation. But Ghitir is focused on covering your neck and shoulders in sloppy kisses. Sweat drops down your neck and it licks up toward your jaw, shuddering a groan from the taste.

Your head is hazy and your eyes have a hard time focusing, but you're able to feel your way to a tentacle, grabbing it by the thickest part and rubbing your thumb up it’s side. Ghitir lurches forward, it’s tongue lolling out with a shaky squeal. The tentacle teasing your entrance seizes, pressing up against the sensitive skin but not quite pushing through. You move your hand farther up the tentacle, squeezing intermittently before you reach the tip. You brush the pad of your index finger over it and a drop of slime drips down your wrist. One pair of Ghitir’s hands has moved down to your hips, it’s claws slightly pinching your skin as you press your finger down on it’s tip. It bites back a groan, rolling it’s lower half into the bed when you lick a stripe up the tentacle. It’s slime isn’t salty like human sweat, but sweet, almost like nectar.

You press your abdomen upwards, pressing kisses against the tentacle, your other hand grabbing another and half-hazardly jerking it up and down. Drool is dripping down Ghitir’s face, it’s eye’s locked onto you. You wink, erotically sticking your tongue out as you lick up, and up, and up, until just the tip rests on your bottom lip. With a tentative lick, you open your mouth wide and suck down the tentacle like a lollipop.

Ghitir’s forehead falls against yours. It’s tentacles convulse as you suck in your cheeks and move your head up and down, the tentacle in your mouth slowly stirring to action. It massages your tongue, shyly moving further and further into your mouth. Drool and Ghitir’s slime drips down your jaw as you let it slacken, the tentacle quickly hitting the back of your throat. The tip presses against your gag reflex, pulling back quickly once it hears you choke. But you give Ghitir a thumbs up, keeping a tight suction around the tentacle as it gently begins to face fuck you.

You can feel Ghitir’s hand’s shaking as it pounds your mouth, releasing more and more slime as it shudders inside your lips. You stop moving your head, letting Ghitir thrust into your mouth at it’s own pace, and reach forward and feel around for the tentacle pressed against your crotch. Your vision is dotted with black spots, but you eventually find the tip pressed so close to your entrance, pulling and urging it forward. Your eye’s shift toward Ghitir, it’s face locked onto the way you take it’s tentacle in your mouth. It’s tongue is hanging out of it’s mouth, cheeks nearly glowing with it’s bright blush, but it’s coherent enough to understand what you want.

The tentacle slithers out of your hand and presses against your soaked hole, dripping with it’s slime and your sweat. The tip finally pushes past your entrance and you can feel your eyes roll backwards as it stretches you open.

The tentacle is slightly smaller than the one in your mouth and although the pressure is relieving, it still leaves you wanting more. You jerk your hips forward, asking for it to punish your hole like it’s punishing your mouth. Ghitir nods, one of it’s hands stroking the side of your jaw as another tentacle slips inside of you, twisting with it’s twin and pressing against your walls. You moan once more, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. The sensations are overwhelming, deliciously overwhelming.

The tentacles inside your curl around each other, searching for that sensitive spot inside you. The tentacle in your mouth starts to thrust erratically, more and more slime coating the back of your throat as it begins to spasm. You clamp your lips around the base, coating it in your saliva as it nears it’s climax.

Your legs feel shaky and buzzed, your movements uncoordinated as you focus on breathing and chasing your own orgasm,The pair of Ghitir’s hands on your hips help your lower half hump against its tentacles. With a yelp and quick jolt of your body, Ghitir realizes it’s finally found the perfect spot, the one that has your toes curling and your eyes rolling backwards. The tentacle in your mouth slows down, edging itself on your tongue and your lips, but the tentacles down below pick up the pace. They pull out until only their intertwined tips remain, right before surging back inside you.

Your bed springs squeak as Ghitir continues to pound you into the mattress, it’s free pair of hands roaming and groping all unattended parts of your body as you throw your hips upward with every thrust. It pinches your nipples and lays wet kisses all down your collarbone, your chest coated in slime, saliva, and sweat. The tentacle continues to just rub itself all over the inside of your mouth, shaking as it teases itself nice and slow. Tears drip down your face as you feel the rubber band snapping, the fire in your belly about to combust. You moan around the tentacle, gurgling a couple of “Yes, yes, yes!”

Ghitir purrs as your body begins to seizing up, it’s claws digging into your pelvis as the tentacles pick up their speed. The tentacle in your mouth retracts, gushes saliva and slime falling out of your mouth. But Ghitir quickly replaces it with its tongue, petting the side of your face as you make out.

There, there, there, right there, right there- The moan you let out is almost a scream, punctuated by a strong “Oh fuck!” as hot streams of Ghitir’s cum flood your insides. The smaller tentacle spasms, squirting it’s juices all over your sweaty chest as Ghitir bites its lip with a groan. You can feel your body slacken, your chest heaving as you collapse into your sheets, leaving only tiny kisses against Ghitir’s lips. It follows you as your head sinks into your pillow, finally pulling away to let you catch your breath.

Ghitir rests its forehead against the center of your chest, its tentacles slowly slithering out of you, dripping slime all over your bed. Its chest is still alight with a purple blush, their body shaking from all of the exertion.

You find yourself stroking the side of their face, mind still fuzzy as you trace the contours of their cheekbones and enjoy the unusual texture of it’s skin. Ghitir’s four eyes peak open, just as delirious as you are.

“Thanks.” You suck in a deep breath, “That was...amazing.”

It smiles, nuzzling its cheek into your stomach, a small purr rumbling through you.

“No...problem..”

Ghitir’s tentacles lay sprawled out below you, lazily petting your calves and feet as Ghitir draws lazy circles into your stomach.

In no time at all, you fall asleep.

[enigma-im]

Freeuse: Goblins x Reader

Reader is chained up and used by two goblins. a very self indulgent story I wrote super late one lonely night.

Rating: Explict Relationship: 2 Goblins x Female Reader Warning: Sexual content, Threesome F/M/M, Anal, light BDSM, Freeuse, Minor Cuckolding

Word Count: 1703

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Staring around the dank dark room has lost its appeal after an hour. My wrist tied behind my back lost its charm around half that time. My shoulders were beginning to cramp at the weird angle. Shifting around hasn’t seem to help. This wasn’t a great time. I have no idea where I am and no idea how I got here. No one has shown up and I’m beginning to believe no one will.

The room is barely lit by torches attached to the wall, too high up for me to reach. there is a single door that I cannot find out if it's locked on the account of the chains attached to my ankles. I can barely get up with the tied hands, but I can barely walk around anyway. The floor is where I stay, the floor is where ill be.

After several hours and perhaps a nap or two the door creaks open. A short creature wonders in, if I had to guess probably around 3 ft tall. It wore minimal coverings, a loincloth and some shoulder armor. It was quick to close the door and make its way towards me.

“Hello,” I call out. It makes no attempt to talk back. as it gets closer, I scrape back towards the wall. It stops and eyes me. as I get a better look, I recognize it to be a goblin. Gender be rather confusing at the moment. It looks me up and down before reaching down and palming its loincloth. Alright so male then. I sneer at him and tuck my legs in close. he just chuckles then walks over to the sidewalls and grabs the chains looped to it. He pulls it making the slack given recede. My leg jerks out from my side forcing me to twist to not have my knees broken. He repeats the action to the other wall, so my legs are pulled either direction. I get the idea immediately and begin trying to force my legs closed.

“H-Hey, what’s the big idea ya goblin twit,” I snap in fear. He makes his way towards me and pulls a small dagger from his waistband. Probably in his hands, it could be a sword. he places a hand on my knee and slices a cut at my crotch. Cutting through the trousers and underwear. He grabs hold of one edge and rips it wider making me cry out. ‘Oh god, oh god, oh god’ I scream in my head. I jerk my legs around, but the chains are pulled too tight.

He presses a finger in to the tear and gently rubs along my slit. Stroking the hairs, making me shudder. A cold finger goes between my lips and glides toward my hole. I’m embarrassed to know I’m a little damp. Just slightly aroused at his actions. He lets out a gruff laugh as he spread what little slick I’ve acquired towards my clit. my breath catches as he pets the slightly exposed nub. Switching fingers he presses his thumb on it and moves in slow circles.

I feel my legs relax and see his grin grow as I get into his ministrations. Sadly enjoying myself at the forced pleasure. After a little of meandering, he feels down at my entrance to see how wet I’ve gotten. I figure he is going to continue but he pulls back and rubs the small amount of slick he collected onto his cock. Getting a good look now that he has tossed away the small fabric, I have to say I’m neither impressed or disappointed. It can get the job done but with no advantages.

He scoots closer, resting one hand on my thigh as the other lines up his cock. He does a few rubs up and down me before pressing the tip in. he looks up at me with an eager smile then slowly presses in. my body immediately tries to press the unwanted intrusion out, but I can’t help but feel excited at the prospect. Once he is fully seated, he begins pounding away. Using my thigh as leverage he thrusts into me. not finding the angle suitable he wraps his arms around my leg and prods again.

His cock once again isn’t impressive but the idea of him using me has gotten me bothered. He is an easy fit and is massage my walls in a teasing way. I figured if he would touch my clit, I would be on my way to actually enjoying this.

After a few minutes and some please groans from him, the door creaks open again. We both look over and see another goblin wearing the same garb as the first. Once the second catches sight of the first he is quick to yell. I don’t understand what he is snarling out but the first one finds it humorous. Once the second pause the first begins talking. As he does, he slowly thrusts in and out of me with a happy grin on his face. with a few gestures with his hand, the second one walks over. he removes his cloth and watches as the first picks up speed. He begins stroking his hardening shaft, watching with a snarl.

The second growls something out before walking towards me. resting one hand on my unaccompanied thigh he reaches down and wiggles his fingers in the tear and searches. He fingers graze over my clit, and I let in a sharp gasp. The second one finally cracks a grin as he grazes the nub again. Massaging it as the first grinds into me. they both find a pattern that leaves me panting. I subconsciously begin pressing my hips into the first’s. trying to find my peak along with the goblin.

To my surprise I reach it before him, letting out a whimper as my walls clench around him. he groans at the pressure and pistons faster, trying to savor my orgasm while he reaches his. His thrusts faulter then he stills. Crunching up his face and strangling my thigh in his hold. after a second, he relaxes and let’s go. Pulling out and stepping back. the second one is quick to replace him. not missing a second as he thrust into me. I don’t catch a glimpse at his cock, but he feels larger than the first. Not really winning any prizes but definitely making me feel something more than the first one.

He flicks my clit and gives quick shallow thrust inward. I catch myself panting again, feeling my peak reach again to my surprise. As I’m falling into the moment, I hear the first one growl out something to the second one. The second one snaps at him, messing up his pattern. The first one walks over and grabs at the second making him shout. After a bit more growling the second one pulls out and trades places with the first.

“wait didn’t you just have your turn,” I mumble out knowing they prob don’t understand me. he just looks up at me and smiles as he shoves in. the second one walks up behind him and grabs at his hips. “whoa wait, what are you doing,” I asked shocked. The second one bends the first one over, so his face is between my clothed breast. He pulls up the shirt before he nuzzles in and licks at my tits, enjoying the new entertainment. The second pulls the first’s hip in close and lets out a groan. The first’s face scrunches up as he stills himself. After a second of no one moving the second begins slowly thrusting into the first

“Oh my god, is he inside you,” I exclaim. Did they just agree to this? the first must really love me to let the second one top him like this. the first grumbles a bit as he rolls my nipple in his free hand. Then starts up a similar pace to the second. Everyone doing slow shallow thrust, enjoying their time. I groan along with them, enjoying the sight and the cock in me. I guess this could be worse.

I begin feeling the familiar heat in me as i watch the two goblins enjoy themselves. The sight downright sinful. I wiggle my hips towards the first one and pant as I try to feel him brush my clit. he catches on and moves his hand from my tit to my crotch. He gives quick circles and watches me as I come undone for him. I cry out before grinding my teeth, clenching on him for a second time. He rests his head on my boob with a face of pure bliss before it scrunches up as he finds his finish. He cries out and pressed his head into my sternum, finding his release a bit more than expected. As he cums so does the one behind him. feeling him clench around him. he wraps his arms around the first’s waist and grinds into him. milking it for all he can before pulling out. He walks over to his discarded cloth and wipes his cock clean.

The first stays where he is, completely drained after having cum twice in under an hour. He rubs his head to my chest letting out a soft sigh. Then he sits up and pulls out of me. he does the same as the first, cleaning off his cock before putting the cloth on. They speak a few words then leave the room.

I thump my head back against the wall and let out a sigh. The door then opens to reveal Kran my husband.

“Enjoyed yourself my love,” he calls with a knowing smirk. I chuckle at him as he walks towards me.

“Wasn’t prepared for the second one, or what the second one did,” I laugh. Kran crouches down in front of my spread legs. he prods his fingers into the globs of cum drizzling out.

“Seems you weren’t the only one having a good time then,” he joked. he gets down onto his knees and positions himself between my legs, “I feel it’s my turn to have some fun.” He leaned down giving a pressing kiss.

“Thanks love.”

“Anything for you.”

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[penwieldingdreamer]

Just died in your Arms

Thank you so much for the amazing feedback. I’m so happy you guys liked it.

On another note, thank you to @fanficsrusz​ for coming up with the open taglist, so you guys can put yourselfs on there. I will put it up later on, that way you can add yourself without having to ask.

But now, onto the next part. Happy reading and have fun.

Part 1

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, slight choking, cursing, unprotected sex(guys you know the drill about protection)

Words: 2304

Part 2

John's hands found their way to your waist, squeezing lightly to pull you closer between his legs. Not breaking the kiss, your own hands moved through his dark locks, your nails scratching his scalp and evoked a soft moan rumbling in his throat. His fingertips brushed along your bare spine, feeling the goosebumps raising on your skin.

When the need to breath was strong enough, you pulled away from his lips, the tip of his tongue brushing against your lower lip one last time. Your chest heaving, you watched him carefully as his dark eyes got darker with every second that passed and his chest rose and fell in a rapid pattern. “Sorry.” you whispered your hands still clasped on the nape of his neck. Slowly his hands moved over the curve of your ass, squeezing the globes. Moaning, you leaned your head back, enjoying his ministrations and feeling his lips on your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. John felt your pulse beating rapidly under his tongue, knowing this was the only time you'd let your feelings rule you.

Reaching the end of your dress, the assassin pulled the fabric up, letting the cool air of the room brush your bare skin. As his fingers squeezed your clothed cheeks your own hands held onto his shoulders, tightening your grip on his muscles which pulled a pained grown from his lips. Opening your eyes you looked down at the hitman, muttering a quick 'Sorry'. You had totally forgotten about his injured shoulder, brushing against the bruise there.

“Tell me what you need.” he demanded, his pupils dilated making his dark eyes nearly black.

Your breath caught in your throat and it took everything in you not to sink to the ground in a puddle. His thumbs hooked in your panties and pulled them down over your legs, letting them fall to the floor. Closing his eyes, John breathed in your aroma, smelling your feminine musk. A smirk lifted the corners of his lips. “You like that, don't you?”

“Oh,” you groaned. “Don't be so overly confident Mister Wick. It doesn't suit you.”

A quick slap to your ass was his answer, pulling you down to straddle his lap. You felt his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants, brushing against your wet core. Peppering light kisses across your collarbone and back down to the swell of your breasts, you leaned your forehead against the top of his own. “I need you John.” you whispered against his hair, raking your fingers through the dark tresses. Needing no further invitation, his hands moved to the straps of your dress, pulling them down over your shoulders, baring you to his greedy eyes.

John, too, was only a man and if it meant he could taste you one last time, he'd be a fool to say no. Moving his head down, his lips sucked and nipped your breasts, your nipples hardening in his mouth eliciting a drawn out moan from you. His teeth tugged on the bud, sending pleasure down to your core. Letting your own hands roam over his chest you felt the muscles contract under his skin, your fingers brushed his nipples, hardening from your ministrations. Johnathan moaned, pulling away from you and burying his hands in your hair, tugging at the strands.

Your hands reached down to his middle, brushing against the crotch of his pants. Carefully you stroked the hard flesh, feeling it twitch through the fabric. Your hips moved involuntarily, rubbing your middle against his leg. Groaning, the assassin grabbed your ass, squeezing the cheeks so tight you felt his nails bite into the skin.

“Don't tease, darling.” he seethed, glaring at you. “You know I'm an impatient man.”

With nimble fingers you opened his belt, pulling the zipper down and letting your hand glide inside the clothed prison. The heat of his hardness feeling glorious against your palm as you stroked your hand over the ridges and veins of his cock. Putting your free hand behind his neck, anchoring to his body. John's fingers found your wet heat from behind, stroking along your lips before they entered you. A gasp left your mouth, closing your eyes at the sensation. Wetting your lips, you leaned your forehead against his own, feeling the breath leave you in sharp pants as you felt his long fingers caress along your tight walls. Groaning, you moved your hips against his hand, chasing that sweet sensation that would leave you trembling, but John had other ideas, swiftly pulling away from you.

“Who's the tease now, asshole.” you grunted unladylike, giving his cock a hard yank.

Growling, John stood up, his eyes on fire as he pulled you away from his body. With a soft cry you landed on the bed, your legs falling open and your hands splayed out behind you. A smirk tugged at your lips as you looked at his disheveled appearance. His dark hair tousled from your fingers running through the tresses, his trousers narrowly hanging on his hips, letting your eyes roam over his cock, standing proudly with a bead of precum at the tip. John's dark eyes drifted over your own body, from the way your fingers grabbed at the duvet, over your hardened nipples and down to your glistening pussy, trembling as if his fingers were still working inside of you.

Wetting his lips, the hitman pushed his thumbs inside his pants, letting the dark fabric fall down to the ground. Toeing his shoes off, he leaned down and pulled at his black socks from his feet. Bared like the day he was born, John stroked his hand over his hardness, swiftly tugging at the skin. Feeling your inner muscles tightening, you let your fingers drift down to your nub, rubbing your juices over your clit, while your other hand grabbed your breast tugging at your nipple.

Moaning, you bit your lip, feeling your orgasm building as John prowled towards the bed. Even naked he still looked as deadly as the assassin he was, dressed up in his suits.

The Baba Yaga knelled on the bed, crawling towards your body. The anticipation made the goosebumps break out on your skin, your trembling hands still stroking your sensitive areas. When he leaned over you, John put his hand around your neck, only squeezing enough that you felt the power he had over you.

“John.” you whispered brokenly, his lips descending on your own, his tongue roaming your wet cavern. The groan sounding in the back of his throat sent vibrations through your body, making you arch into him, pressing your chest against his own. The hand that had played with your breast moved along his shoulder, feeling the healed bumps of past wounds under your fingertips before your nails raked over his back. “Please, John.”

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, his mouth close to your ear, feeling the coarse hairs of his beard scratch the skin of your neck before he moved on. Sucking on the point behind your ear had your hips move upward, pressing your pussy against his hardness, the head rubbing over your nub. His hold around your throat got tighter, eliciting another gasp from you. “Tell me or I'll stop.” John growled drawing your eyes with his own.

Wailing, you put your other hand on his waist, pulling him closer so you could feel his body on yours. “No, please John, don't stop.”

Moving his lips from your neck to your chest, his teeth tightened around your nipples, sucking them into his mouth. The action caused sparks to erupt inside you, the shocks moving down to your lower belly. Turning to your other breast he repeated the process, feeling you tremble in his arms.

Once John was satisfied with his ministrations, he moved lower, pulling your dress down over your hips and away from your body to land somewhere on the floor, your heels long since lost in the fight you had earlier. Now totally bared to his eyes, the dark haired assassin took his time to watch you carefully, trying to remember every bump and valley of your body, every tremble he pulled from you, the way your pussy was glistening with need for him.

Leaning down, his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed to the bed as he put his head between your legs, his mouth at your moist middle. His beard scratched your lower lips, pulling a throaty groan from you as your hand raked through his hair. You watched him carefully lap at the juices flowing from your slit. John's tongue found your clit, the tip rubbing against your nub. Biting your lip you tried to keep the moaning to a minimum, but feeling the sensation of his strokes you couldn't help but cry out, moving your hips against his mouth despite his hold on you which only got worse when he pushed his fingers inside your heat, preparing you for his cock. With every caress he went deeper, finding that spot you were never able to reach properly. Your insides felt like a spring, coiling tightly before your orgasm finally hit you and it burst over you.

“Fuck!” With your head thrown back against the pillow and your legs trembling you enjoyed the little aftershocks, stroking your fingers through his hair. Your breath leaving your mouth in fast puffs you blinked your eyes, trying to get rid of the stars that flashed in and out of your vision.

John crawled back over you like a cat on a prowl, a satisfied smile on his lips as he saw your quivering body. “I'm not done with you. I intend to take what you offered me.”

Sealing his mouth with yours again, you felt him line up his dick at your entrance, teasing you with the head. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your legs high on his slimmer hips. You crossed your ankles and put your arms around his neck, making it impossible for John to escape you. Deciding to draw it out some more, the assassin shifted his loins against yours, the muscles in his back and ass constricting. Moaning, you bit his lower lip, pushing your moist heat up.

Groaning, John pushed his hardness inside you, hearing a loud gasp leaving your lips. He was big, hard and hot, the ridges rubbing against your inner walls and you felt your toes curl at the sensation. It didn't take you long before you found a rhythm, moving with each other. One of his hands moved your leg higher on his waist, opening up to him so he could move even deeper hitting that special spot that made your heart stutter and your body tremble, while his other hand moved to your neck, closing his fingers around your throat. The thrill combined with the ecstasy made your inner muscles tighten even more.

“You like that, don't you.” he breathed harshly, fucking you faster and rougher. Your only answer was a moan, making John feel the vibrations under his hand as you both chased the orgasm that was building with ever stroke against your spot. Throwing your head back, you bared your neck to him, his lips tasting the beads of sweat that were running over your skin. Flashes of light shone before your eyes, not from the assassin making it hard for you to breath, but from the euphoria you felt flowing through you.

Short puffs of breath left you as John sucked on your nipples, his teeth tugging the hard buds and sending shocks of pleasure down to your pussy, your inner muscles contracting around his cock, making him groan from the tightness.

“John.” you pleaded, turning your eyes on his, seeing the desire in his dark orbs. The hand on your leg reached between you, brushing his thumb against your clit, making your cry out with the new sensation.

“I want you to cum for me.” he commanded, brushing his lips over your neck, tasting you. “Feel you burst around my cock.”

The coil in your belly got tighter with every stroke, your hips moving rapidly with his own, chasing the bliss of completion. You could feel John's hips gaining speed, as his cock twitched inside your moist heat.

And finally, with his hold on your neck getting tighter, you felt the wave wash over you, your hips bucking against him and your legs trembling from the sensation. Your head thrown back you fisted your hand in his hair, holding tightly to the dark tresses as a satisfied cry left your lips. Your inner muscles tensing from your orgasm, John followed soon after, sending spurts of his seed inside you. Your chests heaving, body still trembling from the aftershocks and soaked with sweat you laid there, letting your hand glide over his neck, along his bearded chin before it came to rest on his cheek. Eyes shining, you stroked your thumb over the skin, feeling the coarse hairs under your own.

This was the end.

Watching him closely, you tried to remember every part of his face, the way his eyes shone as they looked upon you, how the corners of his lips twitched as if deciding if he should smile or keep his uncaring facade.

John did the same, stroking his hand along the column of your throat, feeling your pulse race under his fingers, storing everything about you to the back of his mind. With his head heavy from the tryst, he laid his head on your chest.

Only for a minute.

Just to catch his breath.

Yet he couldn't see the tear that made it's way down your cheek, knowing he would leave you.

Forever.

To be with Helen and never to return.

Part 3

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[softscummymammon]

Lucifer x Male!mc

@otomeman

Lucifer|...We managed to slip away without the others noticing.

Lucifer| *sigh*...I just can't deal with them anymore. Especially today.

(M/n)| I bet you're tired.

Lucifer| So are you.

Lucifer| I can tell. Your heartbeat, temperature, and breathing give it away.

Lucifer| You're nervous, aren't you? Your heartbeat is picking up.

Lucifer| And your body temperature is rising…

Lucifer| It's strange how I can determine your mood by the changes in your body.

Lucifer| I wonder what would happen if I touched you… ?

(M/n)| Would you like to try?

Lucifer| You better not regret those words.

Lucifer| Close your eyes… Yes, focus on me.

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→Lucifer reached up and slowly untied his tie. It fell from around his neck and hung from his glove covered hand. Lucifer rested his tie on the bridge of your nose, and tightened it around your eyes. You were breathing heavier than usual, the hot breath fanning over his face. Lucifer tied the fabric around your head and into a knot on the back. He made sure it was tight enough so it wouldn't fall off, but not too tight as to hurt your extra pair of ears you had gotten from the potion as well as him.

Lucifer gingerly took your hand and guided you over to his giant bed. He picked you up from under your arms, and set you further up the mattress. You sunk into the soft bed sheets, moving your fluffy tail out of the way so you weren't sitting on it, and listened to Lucifer taking off his shoes. He got onto the bed as well, sitting in front of you on his knees. You shifted so you were sitting criss cross in the middle of his bed, right in front of Lucifer.

The Avatar of Pride smirked at your vulnerable state. He could so easily take you, right here right now, but he wanted to have some much needed fun in all this mess. He made sure his shoes, and yours, were off before they even touched his sheets.

Lucifer reached forward, and with a gloved hand, cupped one of your cheeks. You jumped at the unexpected touch, but melted into it the moment you realized what it was. Lucifer smirked as his ears twitched, the sound of your heartbeat increasing driving him to continue. He wanted to see what other reactions he could draw out of you. His thumb caressed your cheek, molding the skin under his finger tips. His thumb pressed against your cheekbone, slowly being dragged over the skin under your eye that was hidden due to the blindfold. You smiled, lips slightly curling.

Lucifer's attention was drawn to them. He moved his thumb so it dragged over your (plump/thin) lips. Your smile grew, leaning into his comforting touch he was providing. Lucifer watched as your cheeks raised, likely crinkling your closed eyes. He stopped his thumb right in the middle of your lips and let his hand slightly fall, pulling at your bottom lip to expose your teeth and a tease of your canines.

You tilted your head as his hand fell to your neck, very carefully caressing your adam's apple. You shivered slightly, enticed by his touches. He softly massaged your shoulders, adding his other hand to your other shoulder. He repeated the whole act, now with another hand added to the mix. When he finished massaging your shoulders for a second time, and went for the third time over, he didn't take his hands fully off your skin. They ghosted over your sensitive flesh, his fingertips grazing over the back of your neck. The hair on the back of your neck stood up straight, goosebumps following his enlighting touch.

You shivered and reached up to gently hold onto the sleeve of his coat. It was fruitless, as your hand was suspended in the air as he cupped your cheeks yet again. Lucifer watched as your hand slowly fell back to your lap, where they tried to cover your hardening shaft. He smirked and gently massaged the skin of your cheeks before reaching back and rubbing both pairs of your ears.

A soft, almost a whisper of a moan, fell past your lips as Lucifer started to massage your jackal like appendages. Your tail began to wag in enjoyment as he started to pet your ears. Your ears twitch at the sound of his own heartbeat, you could tell he was just as excited as you were, he was just better at hiding it is all. Your soft smile turned gleeful as your jaw hung open and your tongue rolled out. Lucifer was amused greatly at your reaction to having your ears pet, even your tail was thumping against the blankets.

He turned serious again after letting you have your own little moment of self pleasure. He let his hands fall from your extra pair of ears and down to your covered chest. You shivered and closed your mouth into a fine line from the happy open smile. Lucifer watched your facial expression shift, he was amused yet again.

Lucifer slid his hand around the gold layer choker and untied it from the back. He took it off and set off to the side. He slipped his gloved fingers underneath the shoulder collar and lifted it up, you flinched when a few of the hanging jewels hit your face. Lucifer set the piece of jewelry down to the side with a choker. You looked over to the side where you heard the noise come from. Lucifer pinched your chin in between his thumb and index finger, moving your face back towards his own. He purposely slid his hands down your sides as he reached behind you to untie the knot holding together your waist piece.

The knot fell loose and the (f/c) scarf fell from your waist onto the bed. Lucifer picked it up and folded it, setting it on top of the collar piece. You noticed the pattern and slipped your arms out of the hanging arm cover that was similar to Simeon's own piece of clothing. Lucifer smiled and folded that as well, putting it on top of the rest of your clothes. All you had on now was a shirt, baggy pants with ankle tighteners, and a tie on waist piece with a hanging front skirt. Lucifer reached for the waist piece and untied it, letting it go loose before taking it off.

You shivered with the lack of clothing and bit your lip, canines sinking into the flesh. You were shifting in please, becoming uncomfortable with just sitting around and getting hard while getting undressed by Lucifer. He noticed your irritation by the picked up heart rate and harp exhales. He furrowed his brows, wondering why you were getting frustrated at a time like this when he was fruitfully taking off your clothes. He caught your shifting and wondered.

Letting his still covered hands down your biceps and forearms, he grabbed your wrists and brought them to his own chest. You titled your head slightly, wondering why he had placed them there. But, your hands so shifted to the straps you remember him wearing, the black and white triangle straps. Wrapping your hands around the straps when you find them, you trail them upwards till you find the coat he wore. With your blinded sight, it was harder to find then just reaching for it, so you slowly had to shimmy down his arms. Lucifer smirked as you leaned forward hazardlessly, but you kept glued to your spot on the bed, it was greatly amusing.

When his coat was off, you kept a hand on his shoulder as you set the coat off to the side. Coming back over to him, Lucifer sat back on his calves patiently as you unclipped the straps. You jumped when you heard them click and then fly back since they were tightened. Lucifer suppressed a chuckle at your scared expression. You grumbled and reached behind him, having to scootch closer to him to reach. A blush crawled on your face as you were pressing your chest into his own from trying to reach the clips at the back. You gulped when you felt his hot breath fanning your face. His face was so close to yours, you could almost smell the mint and raspberry on his breath.

When the clips finally got loose, you willed up some power and kept your chest pressed against his own while discarding the unneeded straps. Lucifer rose a brow you didn't see, a smirk playing on his lips from your vulnerability. You tilted away only slightly so you could get your hands to the buttons keeping his shirt closed. Lucifer placed his hands on your hips and pressed the skin down, making a small mewl slip past your lips. You slowly undid the buttons, hearing them pop everytime they slipped out of the slots. Lucifer's ears twitched at the pop, and so did yours.

You slowly pulled off his shirt and pressed your shirt against his bare chest. Lucifer raised his hands and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up. You raised your arms above your head, helping it to slide off. You set your hands on his shoulders and Lucifer put his hands back on your hips, pulling you close to him. You smiled as you pressed your upper bodies together. You shivered as your hard nipples pressed against his skin, his own was pressed against yours.

You teasingly licked your lips, wishing you could have seen his reaction to it. Letting your hand drop from his shoulder, you let it slide down his chest, then to his hip, and to his crotch where you rubbed his bulge through his pants. Lucifer hummed and shivered, the vibration in his chest made you twitch. Lucifer bit his bottom lip with a fang and let his hand drop the same way. You jumped and mewled when he too started to rub you through your pants.

You both were shaking in each other's hands, pressing up against each other. You both were panting from the pleasure you both were receiving. Lucifer was growling under his breath, smirking in full since you couldn't see it as he pictured you under him. Your tail was beating against the bed in excitement.

Making his fantasy reality, Lucifer pushed up from his calves and put all his body weight into you. You yelped as he pushed you down to your back, bouncing slightly. Lucifer quickly pulled down your baggy pants and took them off. He got in between your legs and began to work on his belt, taking it off when it was unbuckled. Lucifer pulled it out of the loops and threw it to the side. He leaned into you and pressed his bulge into your own. You moaned and reached in between your bodies to grip his trousers and unbutton them, then unzipping the fly to help you push them down.

Lucifer's pants fell to his knees and he was quick to kick them off. You opened your arms, blindingly waiting for him to accept the hug invitation as he finished kicking off his trousers. He fell into your arms, holding your around your waist as he pushed his bulge into your own. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your bare chest. Lucifer, instinct driven, buried his face into your chest and started grinding into your crotch. Lucifer dry humped you with heavy hips, putting as much weight into you as possible in that area to get as much pleasure from it as he could.

You moaned into the air with your head thrown back. You dug your nails into his shoulder blades, making Lucifer grunt and grit his teeth. You panted heavily and closed your eyes behind the blindfold, taking in everything. Your hand dragged up from his back to his hair, grabbing fistfulls of his onyx black locks. Your tail was smooshed underneath you, appearing from in between your legs. It was a little uncomfortable, but you didn't pay attention to it.

Lucifer pulled away from your chest and moved up from the hickeys he marked you with. He got to your collarbone and sucked on the skin, slightly nibbling on it with his teeth. He made sure he didn't break the skin and make you bleed. When your collarbone was covered in the bruises that already started to form, he got to your neck and licked it hungrily. You shivered and let out a quick breath, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer. Lucifer shivered as something crawled up his spine and to his brain, almost another voice in his head telling him to bite you, mark you.

He lost to the battle of instinct and parted his lips wider. He nailed his fangs into your flesh, enlighting a cry to rush past your lips. Even in his haze, he whined an apology as he tasted the coppery taste of blood fall on his tongue. He took his canines out of your neck and licked it passionately, making sure the bleeding stopped. He grunted as a wave of pleasure courses through him. Lucifer let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and apologized to you for the injury.

You told him through heaving breath that it was okay, you were alright. He could tell you were lying slightly by the increased heartbeat that only beat to the rhythm of pain. He whined, ears flattening at your lie as he slowled his humping to focus on you. You blindly patted him on the head, keeping the other hand still intertwined in his hair. Lucifer sighed at the comforting gesture and got back to thrusting his hips into your own.

Your hand slipped from an aggressive thrust courtesy of Lucifer, making you pull on his hair. Lucifer jumped but moaned into your chest he had started sucking. You smirked and pulled on it again, getting the same reaction out of him. Letting your hands explore, you found his wolf like appendages. That smirk widened as you started to scratch behind his ears.

Lucifer jumped unexpectedly and tensed. His tail wagged and his heavy breathing turned to pants. His tongue rolled out of his mouth like yours did. You wished you could see what was going on, but this stupid blindfold was restricting you from seeing anything. You could only guess by what both sets of ears were picking up. Lucifer's ears twitched and his head jerked to the side. He growled in irritation and embarrassment, as he couldn't stop his knee from coming up to his ear that you were scratching. You laughed lightly when you felt his knee collide with your hand, nudging it like he was trying to scratch it.

You missed the blush that colored his face. The embarrassment taking its toll physically. Lucifer quickly took a hold of your wrists and took your hands out of his hair. You whined, but yelped when he grabbed a hold of your waist and pushed away. He held onto you as he lifted you up and spun you onto your stomach.

It was a blur of black and breeze. You kept quiet until you grunted from the impact of landing on your abdomen. You shakingly got to your knees and elbows, but was pushed back down by Lucifer who had wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed himself into you again. You blushed brightly at his bulge nudging your ass. It wasn't as pleasurable as the other position, but it was embarrassing.

Lucifer reached down with one of his hands and hooked one of his fingers over the edge of your briefs. You blushed more as he pulled them down, your now bare ass in full view for him to see, and your hard cock hanging slightly in between your legs. Lucifer licked his lips, bringing his gloved hand to his mouth and bit the material of the glove between his teeth. Pulling his hand and mouth away from each other, the glove slipped off of his hand effortlessly. Lucifer spit the glove off to the side to be forgotten as he leaned back into you, pulling you closer to him with the hand he still had on your thigh.

You moaned and had to keep yourself from pushing your ass into his bulge. Lucifer pressed his back into your chest and brought his finger up to your lips. You flinched back at the sudden touch, but Lucifer pushed his fingers past your lips and into your mouth. You grunted and started to suck on his fingers, coating them in a heavy layer of saliva. Lucifer started to hump you again so he wasn't hanging around. You moaned and reached up to wrap your fingers around his wrist, bobbing your head up and down with sucking on his fingers.

Lucifer pulled his coated fingers out of your mouth. You jumped when you felt him press his wet fingers against your asshole. You shivered as he traced your entrance with wet fingers, making the surrounding area pink. A moan slipped past your lips as he pushed one of his fingers inside. Lucifer was pressing his chest against your lower back, keeping a distance so he could see what he was going. He thrusted his finger inside your ass, stimulating you so you could get over the uncomfortable feeling the intruding finger gave you.

Your displeasure turned to the opposite as he kept up with his finger fucking. You only had a few seconds before he entered his second finger, adding onto that uncomfortable and foreign feeling. You grunted as he started to scissor your ass, making sure you could take him in. You sighed when his fingers became a form of stimulation rather than discomfort.

Lucifer tapped your hip to get your attention. You shifted so your head wasn't in the pillow you were stuffing it into, taking deep breaths. He leaned forward and opened the bedside table drawer, pulling out the lube. You heard the bottle cap opening, and the slide of his briefs falling from around his hips to his knees. You heard the spurt of the liquid falling onto his hand and cock, rubbing his length in the lube.

You gulped as his lubed cock rubbed in between your ass cheeks. You shivered and gripped the sheets in anticipation. Lucifer gripped the base of his cock and pressed the tip into your entrance. You hid your face into the pillow again as he started to press himself into you. Grunting in discomfort he slowly pushed himself in, making you whine. Lucifer stopped halfway there and waited for you to get accustomed to his size. You shifted lightly and sighed heavily. Lucifer grunted and pressed his bare back against your chest, continuing to push himself in.

When Lucifer stopped, you sighed and dropped onto your chest. You sighed and got accustomed to his size. Lucifer tried to stay as still as he could. He reached in between the both of you and pulled your tail slightly. You jumped, growling lightly at him. Lucifer chuckled and let go, letting it fall to the side.

Lucifer gave an experimental sway of the hips. You grunted and let out a shaking breath. Lucifer wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into your neck, licking it. You moaned when he pulled out, then thrust back in. He started to thrust into you and growled. You whined and panted heavily, your tongue rolling out of your mouth. Lucifer gripped your sides and sped up, creaking the mattress with the force of his hips. You moaned loudly and panted, drool slipping past your lips.

Lucifer grunted and gasped at the pleasure coursing through him. He was not expecting this to be so pleasurable. You weren't doing much better than him. You were panting heavily, drooling, and moaning with your lungs short of breath. Your jackal appendages twitched in excitement, every nerve being shot with pleasure. You bit the sheets you were desperately holding onto while tears build up in your (f/c) eyes.

Lucifer grunted and rose a brow as he felt an obstruction at the base of his cock, growing with all the more pleasure he was getting. The stimulation built a knot at the base of his shaft, barely dipping into you while he tried to hit into you deeper. He felt his climax approaching steadily and bit your shoulder again. You cried out, not feeling it as pain but pleasure this time. Lucifer drank the blood that fell on his tongue and licked your wound. You whined and your muscles tensed making Lucifer let out a feral growl, slamming into you.

You started to see stars as your climax was close. Looking over your shoulder, the tie that blindfolded you tickled your neck. You gasped out that you were close through moans and panting. Lucifer exhaled through his nose sharply as he felt your hot breath fanning his face.

Lucifer felt you suddenly clamp around him and try out, this setting him off the edge. He slammed the knot at the base of his cock into you with a satisfying pop. You screamed, but it was covered with Lucifer's hand. Your voice was muffled by the fabric of the glove he still wore. You were shaky, your climax hit you like a truck. Cum was painting the sheets under you a pale white, as your insides were painted the same color from Lucifer.

You both panted heavily, breath coming out hot. Your limbs were shaking from the exhaustion and the lack of adrenaline coursing through your veins. You shifted uncomfortably at the feeling of his cum coating the inside of you, trying to move him away, which only caused you both to wince. You reached up and removed the blindfold. Looking over your shoulder with hazy eyes, " What's… taking so… long, Luci? "

Lucifer nervously chuckled, " I uh, can't pull out with the knot. "

You groaned and collapsed, taking Lucifer with you. You landed on the messy sheets with a grimace and sighed, the air getting pushed out of your lungs with Lucifer laying on top of you. He snuggled into your back and sighed, making the best of this situation and closing his eyes. You rolled yours and did the same, pulling the pillow over and laying your head on it. It was kind of peaceful, Lucifer was finally sleeping, on your back no less and you finally got some rest as well.

[cursedcursingviking]

Blush And Blue - A Tom Hiddleston fanfic

Chapter: One-shot

Word count: 4000

Warnings/Tags: smut, teasing, choking, mild BDSM, 

Summary: Diana works as a photographer’s assistant and happens to be working on a photoshoot starring none other than Tom Hiddleston. A scarf is put to good use. This was a request from @alexakeyloveloki on Tumblr - might I add, the sweetest request I have ever gotten. To write a fic, following her prompt, for the dear @dianamolloy, in celebration of her birthday. Happy birthday, dear Di! May you have many more to come!

Read on AO3, or here on Tumblr, under the cut. 

Blush And Blue

“A little up,” the photographer directs, and Diana moves the light reflector just slightly to make the model’s features stand out sharper. The high cheekbones and straight nose leading to his strong brows, much more agile and expressive than what his current stern demeanour lets on. 

She knows who he is - of course. You don’t have to spend more than a few minutes on Tumblr to know his name. Every so often it reappears in mainstream media as well, usually along with news regarding the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but also the occasional indie movie, theatre production, or award show. 

Spend a little more time on the godforsaken pun-filled website that Tumblr is, and you will learn why his adoring fans love him so much. His sharp suits, matching his aforementioned cheekbones. His curls, whether they are black, brown, red or blonde. The way he talks about the things he loves, full of energy and passion. The way he moves his hands when he does anything at all. Comments flood the site, in all levels of praise. Everything from ‘he speaks so softly and sweetly, he seems so thoughtful!’ to ‘that look gives me daddy-vibes.’ 

Tom Hiddleston.

And now, after spending the better half of the day inches from him, Di can tell it’s all true. He had arrived ten minutes early and properly introduced himself to everyone on the set of the shoot, including Di, the photographer's assistant. 

He has to change his outfit for the fourth time, but he doesn’t complain as Di ushers him to the changing room. 

“Was it the navy one, Jamie?” she calls to the photographer, who answers approvingly, and Di continues to carefully put the grey suit jacket Tom just shed on a hanger, before handing him the deep blue one. She doesn’t realise she stares as he puts it on, and even if she knew, she wouldn’t be able to help it. His icy blue eyes become just that much more piercing with the addition of an intricately patterned pocket square with azure highlights, and a tie to match. 

His eyes lock on hers awaiting something, but when she doesn’t react, he raises his brows and gives a cheeky asking smile, puncturing her bubble. 

“Sorry,” she excuses herself as she hands him the matching blue trousers and mumbles. “It’s just… it suits you. Blue suits you,” she ends her short ramblings with a determined nod and smile, and he returns it. 

“You too. I love the scarf!” he says and mindlessly licks his lips as his eyes gloss over her blue silk scarf and down her full figure, before he disappears behind the makeshift changing screen, giving him a small bit of privacy on the relatively open set. 

Diana has stopped in her tracks. She just got a compliment from Tom Hiddleston, the one, the only Tom. Fucking. Hiddleston. She stares emptily into the screen he disappeared behind, seeing nothing for her eyes, only her mind. She replays the way he looked at her - how his eyes pierced into hers when she complimented him, and how they lingered at her full lips on their way down her body, once again stopping ever-so-slightly at her chest to take in the view of her full bust. 

That is another thing you will learn on Tumblr. Tom Hiddleston loves boobs. A multitude of gifs will tell you just that, as he continues to linger by them, big and small, as he licks his lips in that way he has to know causes several fangirls to have heart attacks. 

Yet another rumour about him Di has gotten confirmed, judging by the way he stared at her. Calling it lustfully would be rude - perhaps desirably would be better? No, lustfully it is. Di pushes rudeness aside to make room for the truth, and asks herself the question millions of people worldwide would die to know. Does he fancy me? 

He steps out from behind the screen before she can linger in her thoughts, but as she gives him a once over to make sure he is in order for the next string of photos, her question is confirmed. The pants fit tightly over the bulge in his crotch, one there wasn’t there before - the grey pants, as well as the jeans and black trousers, he wore before, were all the same size as the blue ones he just donned, and though a certain blog(tom-hiddlestons-crotch-shots) will let you know that pants usually fit him tightly in that area, this is more than the usual strain the aptly nicknamed ‘Hiddlesconda’ puts on the fabric concealing it. 

Yes. He does fancy me - desire me? Fancy, desire, want to fuck? How come that such a well-worded man always puts people at a loss of the same… she thinks as she walks in front of him, leading him back to where Jamie is fiddling with the settings on the camera, giving him a new view of her curves from behind. This time she can’t see how his eyes graze over her ass and thighs, and even if she could see his eyes, she would have no idea what was going on behind them. 

No idea, of how he imagines her naked. Maybe how sweet she would look in a loose t-shirt on a Sunday morning, barely covering her bare cheeks. Or maybe how gorgeous she would look tied down by her wrists and ankles, with red splotches sprinkled onto her skin from the crop in his hand. He plays around with the scenarios in his mind as he loses himself in his thoughts and the view of her - her full butt, bouncing so delightfully over her thick thighs as she walks in front of him, and her breasts, coming back into his view as she turns to the photographer to say something he doesn’t really register, until he realises - oh shit, I’ve been staring! Quickly, he turns his attention back to work, though with the odd thought pushed in here and there in the hopes of calming himself down. 

“Okay, Tom,” Jamie says, “If you go stand by the chair, we’ll start from there. Can you give me that brooding stare from before?” 

Tom does as he’s told, and puts on his best dom face - even though Jamie didn’t explicitly ask for him to look ‘dom-ish’, Tom has learnt through the years that when photographers and directors ask for a stern look, they want the same eyes that he uses to make submissive girls’ knees buckle. He stares at the camera as if he had given it one rule for their evening out, and it had broken it anyway on purpose. As Jamie tells him to move around the set, Tom’s eyes land on Di again, for only a moment. He’s still in the zone with the furrowed brows, and accidentally gives her the same stare he just gave the camera. 

Her deep eyes flutter and her soft cheeks blush - did he have to look at her like that?! Now, she is about as flustered as he was when he walked behind her. She struggles not to stare as she holds the reflector to put him in the best light. 

He moves around as directed, leans against a countertop, sitting by the table, does different poses, but Jamie isn’t satisfied. It feels like something is missing. 

“You need some kind of prop,” Jamie muses. “Something in your hands… Di! Can he borrow your scarf?” 

Jamie’s proposal catches her a little off guard as it breaks her bubble. “Sure,” she manages to get out, as she puts down the equipment she holds and takes off the blue piece of silk. 

Tom walks over and gently takes it from her hands, his fingers lightly grazing over hers and sending shivers down her spine, as he gives a small smile. “Thank you, Darling,” he says in a smooth voice, sending the shivers back up through her body. 

Time passes as he plays around with the scarf and Jamie captures countless images. Di tries her best to split her focus between her work and Tom’s long fingers tangling up in her scarf and mind, until both are broken by the careful voice of the other assistant, who holds the diffuser. 

“Um, Jamie?” he asks, “You promised we would be done at four, and it’s four fifteen already. I promised to pick up my mum from the airport…” 

Jamie’s palm collides with his forehead. “Of course, Sean. Sorry! Let’s wrap up now,” he apologises, but the young man shakes his head. 

“No no, don’t worry,” he says, not wanting to frustrate his boss. Not that Jamie is ever mean to them, but Sean is young and new in town, and about as anxious as a fawn caught without its mum, and Di can tell he wants to leave.  

“Hey, if you really need to go, I’ll stay behind and clean up,” she offers, and his eyes light up. 

“Thank you so much, Di!” He gleams as he runs to grab his backpack and rushes to hug her tightly. Slightly surprised, Di hugs back the scrawny boy with a motherly smile, before he flashes her a childlike smile full of thanks and runs out of the studio. As he lets go, Di’s eyes meet Tom’s face. She can’t tell if he’s still ‘in character’ or if he has gotten possessively jealous of the young boy hugging her.

“I’ll see you next week!” Sean shouts to Jamie, whose focus is turned on the camera. 

“See you!” he shouts back without taking his eyes from the small screen in front of him. 

Tom’s kind tone is back as he walks over to Jamie. “Did you get everything you need?” he asks, and Jamie finally peels his eyes away from the photos. 

“Yeah, now I just need to edit them and send them off to the magazine,” he muses his to-do list and scratches his hair in worry.

Di knows why - If there is something Jamie always complains about, it’s how little time he has to edit. And how difficult it is to boil down hundreds of pictures to around twenty to fit in the magazines. “Do you need me to stay behind again?” she offers, and Jamie frowns apologetically. 

“But you already have all Sean’s equipment and the clothes,” he worries. “I’ll stay and help you clean up.” 

The headstrong woman changes her tactic. “When is your deadline?” For a moment, one might have thought she was the boss. 

“Sunday night,” he sighs. Tom has gone to change back into his own clothes. 

“Go home and start editing,” Diana insists. “I’ll pack down our stuff and get the clothes to the dry cleaner. The studio said they’ll take care of the props.” 

Jamie gives in with a relieved sigh. “Thank you so much, Di.”

“No problem,” she assures, as she begins to pack down the diffuser and the reflector in their shared bag. Jamie takes the memory card from the camera, grabs his computer bag, and heads for the door, with the promise that he’ll see her next week. Di returns it. 

She stares around the empty set before picking a place to start. In the corner of the room, she unplugs the electrical cord that powers the umbrella and the bigger collapsable lightboxes and begins to coil it up, before methodically moving on to put everything carefully into their suited box. 

She’s almost done when Tom emerges from behind the changing screen. She’s standing bent over, trying to force the lightboxes into their cases, giving him quite the view. 

Fuck, she’s hot standing like that… he snaps out of his trance when she finally manages to zip the case closed and stands up. “Your scarf,” he says in that tone that’s the perfect mix of gravelly and smooth - like velvet, millions of small, soft bumps becoming unified in the most expensive of ways. 

She goes to take the silk scarf from him, but he wraps it delicately around her neck, startling her and making her blush. 

“Red suits you too, I see,” he says and winks - winks - as he brushes two fingers playfully over her rosy cheeks. 

The mix of nervousness, flatter and strange comfort under his touch, breaches her defences from the inside, and she can’t help but laugh. “Well, I wore blue today, and you’re definitely messing up my outfit!” she complains ironically. 

Tom takes his time to give her a once over, once again. Her blue eyeshadow matches the scarf perfectly and makes her eyes stand out. Something inside of him wants to ruin her well-thought-out colour scheme, and see her flushed red and panting underneath him. “Can I mess it up a little more?” he challenges. 

Di bites her lip. Does he have to be that attractive while asking that? “Well, I’m kind of in the middle of cleaning up, so minimal mess is preferred,” she manages with a wink and goes back to her work, picking up the suitcases full of camera equipment. 

“Is that a no, or are you playing hard to get?” he asks sincerely, wanting to give her an out or - hopefully - get a green light. 

“I’ll cut you a deal. How about you help me carry this down the hall, and come figure it out for yourself?” 

“Whatever you say, Darling,” he chuckles and takes the cases from her hands, definitely brushing his over hers on purpose. 

One trip down the stairs, and one trip up, later, they’re back to pack down the suits, when Di decides to challenge him back. 

“So, are pants always this tight over the crotch on you?” she asks with a playful squint as she holds up the navy blue pants in front of her. 

“I think it’s my turn to cut you a deal, now,” he squints back. “Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours. Was it a no, or hard to get?” 

She chuckles and stares him down. “Hard to get,” she confesses with parted lips, making Tom hum in approval. 

“Yes, always that tight, when looking at such a pretty woman,” he says teasingly. 

“God, how do you manage?” she teases as she zips up the suit cover around the last set and picks up the hangers. “Ready to go?” 

“Absolutely,” is all he says as he goes to hold the door open and she slips out under his arm. 

She’s done loading the suits in her car when she turns to face him. “So, where are you heading?” She asks. 

“My hotel.” 

“Need a ride?” She asks with a smile and an arched brow, as she slips into the driver's seat. Tom follows suit and opens the door in the passenger's side, slips in and thanks her. 

They drive to the dry cleaner, and Di drops off the suits. Back in the car, she starts the motor again and drives towards the address Tom gave her. Sitting in the hotel’s underground parking lot, he looks at her again, with a playful and lusting grin. 

“So,” he begins. “Could I make you blush a little more?” 

“Try me,” she challenges with parted lips and leans closer, even though she is fairly sure her cheeks are already bright red. 

Tom stares at her full lips as he leans in to kiss her. He starts slowly by softly pinching her lips with his, but soon, he lets a dominating hand hold her jaw in place as he deepens the kiss, his tongue lightly grazing hers, before biting her - not too hard, but not lightly either. A red mark is left as he pulls away to look at her again, although it fades quickly. His eyes are full of hunger, hunger for her body against his. He asks her to come up to his room with him, and leads her carefully with a hand on her back, now that they’re not in private. Inside the elevator, he lets go of her again, only to press her against the wall and kiss her again, until a ‘ding’ alerts them that they have arrived. 

The possessive hand is on her back again, as he leads her down the hall to his room. The door gets unlocked and pushed open in a heartbeat, and once it clicks close again, his lips find their way back to hers. 

She moans as he licks his lips and his tongue flicks over her sensitive skin again. 

“I love it when you moan,” he says, as he leads her walking backwards to the bed in the middle of the suite and sits her down. “Can I?” he asks carefully, as he tugs her shirt upwards, but she’s one step ahead of him as she lifts it over her head. 

Tom chuckles to himself. “Not so hard to get anymore,” he teases. 

“Well, your pants are getting awfully tight, so,” she gives back and places a comparably small hand over his large bulge, making him groan. 

He pushes her to lay down on her back and crawls between her legs, before he kisses her again. All while fiddling with the zipper and button of his pants, and once he gets them opened, he pulls back and shuffles them off. He returns to his spot, but this time, he puts his hands on her breasts and squeezes them up, as he buries his face between them, alternating between sucking and kissing. 

Di tries to take off his shirt, and he lets her by pulling back a bit. Now his naked chest is against her bra, and he wraps his arms around her to unhook it, before moving his hands down her sides and tugging her pants off. 

Soon after, they’re both naked, and he’s back between her legs, this time eating her out. 

How did we get here? Di catches herself thinking as Tom’s tongue makes her moan and squirm with every lick along her nether lips. He laps closer and deeper to her entrance and pierces her with his agile tongue. She gasps loudly and buries her fingers in his curls, making him chuckle in self-satisfaction and pat himself on the back internally. He nips her tender skin, making her yelp, and moves up her body with a trail of kisses over her stomach and breasts to her neck and jaw. He adopts her style and tangles a hand in her hair, as the other takes over where his mouth was making her whole body tremble before. Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside of her, while he tightens the grip on her scalp. He doesn’t fail to notice how she closes her eyes and opens her mouth in pleasure, through a silent moan. 

“Look at me.” The order is firm and direct, but spoken in a soft voice, which continues once she obeys. “God, you’re gorgeous, Di,” he praises. “Lying so sweetly beneath me, lips apart, unable to speak just by the flick of my hand.” With that, he pushes his fingers further into her, pressing the pads against her spasming walls, and she draws in a sharp breath and struggles to get her words aligned properly. How the hell did he know?! 

God, how does one ask Tom Hiddleston to fuck one, when one can’t speak? Di puts one hand on either of his wrists, stopping him in his movements for long enough to form a coherent sentence. “Please, Tom, I want you inside me,” she asks. 

He hums darkly and kisses her jaw. “Beg for it.” 

Asshole. The thought passes through her mind quickly before she gathers her focus again and begins begging. “Please, Tom, fuck me. I want y- I need you inside me. Please, jus…” 

He cuts her off with a hand on her throat, making it harder for her to speak. The fingers lodged in her centre notice how wet she suddenly is as she clenches around him. “What was that, Darling?” 

“Please, Tom,” she manages with her last breath of air. “Fuck me.” 

He hums in approval and lets go of her throat again, before stroking his hard cock quickly and he aligns his length with her entrance and pushes in, stretching her inch by inch. His eyes are on her face, reading her reactions and seeing her deep red blush. “Such a lovely colour,” he muses and catches her lips again in another kiss. 

Di feels herself practically melt under his touches. The patient and steady pumps of his hips against hers, the hand that has ventured to her breast, and his lips against hers. She doesn’t get to wonder where his other hand went before it returns to her neck with something soft and cool. 

He doesn’t move his lips from hers, as he, for the second time that day, wraps her scarf around her neck. He crosses it on the front of her neck and gathers the loose ends in his hand behind her head, so he can control the tightness by simply tugging and letting go of the blue silk. 

He pulls back when he feels her stiffen ever so slightly. “Tell me if you need me to stop,” he insists sincerely with caring eyes, and she nods and relaxes again. 

With her eyes closed, everything feels stronger and more intense - how his cock presses against her sweet spots, how his hand holds her hips steadily, how his breathing sounds slightly shallow and strained, and how he slowly tightens the scarf around her neck. She feels herself let go of control as her lungs keep filling with and letting go of air - oxygen gets transferred to her veins, but her blood gets slowed down by the constricting fabric before it gets to her head. Her thoughts are non-existent, as all her mind cares for now is keeping her breathing steady and the feeling of Tom touching her. Nothing matters anymore, as all she feels, all she senses, is her body and Tom’s against hers. 

He keeps a careful eye on her, as he tries hard not to give up control of himself and give in to the warm silky velvet of her. He steadily increases his pace and the pressure around her neck. Moans barely escape her anymore, but he can tell she gets closer to her climax. One of her hands is wrapped tightly around the wrist of his hand holding the scarf and her breaths seem to go somewhere deeper in her stomach. 

He slowly lets go of the scarf, letting her blood flow fast and freely again. For a moment, she is dizzy, but seconds later her senses are back at full force, as he has sped up his pace, and is practically pounding her into the mattress. His teeth are gritted as he presses his chest closer into hers and kisses her again. 

Her defenses are already long gone as she moans into his lips. She feels herself get closer to not being able to take anymore. The pressure deep in her abdomen and sex is overflowing and her back buckles, pushing her closer to him. His free hand has moved to pinch, squeeze and twist her breast and nipple in sweet torture as he keeps rolling his hips into hers. 

Right as she reaches her climax, he tightens the scarf again, cutting off her thoughts and concentration, and sends her over the edge gasping for something to hold onto, as she spasms against him and pulls him over with her. 

She keeps arching her back as he rolls his hips slowly the last few times, ridding them both of the last traces of physical orgasmic bliss, and loosens the blue silk, letting her think to talk again. 

Panting heavily, they steady themselves, and Tom puts two fingers under her chin, making her look at him. “Lovely colours,” he smiles at the blushed blue wearing woman and places her sweet kiss on her smiling lips, making her melt into his warmth again for what feels like the hundredth time that day, and she hopes it won’t be the last. 

In loving memory of the blog tom-hiddlestons-crotch-shots.

[chogiwank]

Sunday Morning - Jung Jaehyun Smut

(1) Can i request a smut with Jaehyun? I don’t have a specific request, maybe birthday sex? Since I heard his b day is on Valentine’s Day…just something really smutty

(2) Make out dry humping and neck kisses for jaehyun please? 💖💞

A/N: This is looooooonggggg overdue but I’ve finally got time to make it and hopefully its not shit,, exams season has been stressing us out so much >:( we’re sorry we haven’t been updating as often but when it’s over by June 23rd we should be posting more and hopefully our fics don’t go to shit thank you so much for all the support!! ++ these are two requests I’ve combined into one :) <3 - Doyoung’s Darling

Pairing: JaehyunxFemaleReader

warnings: mostly just anything you would do in sex tbh??? Like oral, fingering??? jaehyun dicks you down Slightly rough?? Spanking,, lil bit of biting and like ONE minor part where he cock slaps you but nothing too big - it’s kinda fluffy at parts tbh :)) enjoy!!

Turning over to your side with a groan you opened your eyes adjusting to the bright light peering from the closed curtains. Checking the time and date on your phone it was 7:45AM, Sunday February 14th. Turning off your phone you closed your eyes again to get a few extra minutes of sleep, and that’s when it clicked - it was February 14th, Valentine’s Day or more importantly, your boyfriend Jaehyun’s birthday. You sat up on the bed leaning up against the headboard tilting your head to the side facing your boyfriend who slept soundly beside you. You smiled lovingly at him, gently running a hand through his soft, messy hair. He looked so gorgeous sleeping, his cheeks a light shade of pink and his bare chest exposed from the blankets which only covered his lower half.

You noticed his dimples began to appear as he chuckled, eyes closed

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer y/n.” His voice raspy after his night’s slumber. You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment and smacked his arm.

“Shut up, Jaehyun.”

“That’s not very nice, y/n” he said in a joking tone, eyes still closed. “You should be kinder to your boyfriend on days like this.”

“Well then stop being a lazy bum and get out of bed, let’s go eat - our reservation is set for 3:30 this afternoon.” You said as you turned yourself on the bed legs over the edge starting to get up as you felt a hand on your arm pull you back down. An arm wrapped around your waist from behind as the other held onto your wrist, Jaehyun pulled you closer to him nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “No, Jae it’s time to get up, please.”

“I don’t want to,” he said voice still raspy in a pouty tone. “I want to lay in bed with my beautiful girlfriend, is that too much to ask?”

“Yes,” you stated. “Especially if you’ve been laying with her for 8 hours straight.” Jaehyun groaned at your comment making you giggle. He hugged you tighter your back against his toned chest and abs. “Jae stop being such a baby,” you giggled, no reply. “Jaehyun please, let me go. I have to go get ready.” Still no reply. “Jung Jaehyun let go of me immediately.” You said in a stricter tone, still getting no reply nor reaction out of your boyfriend.

Feeling his breath on your neck you sighed, “Jae…” you trailed off, “ Jae” you repeated. You pout out of frustration, he was such a baby, a big baby.

“Jaehyun stop pretending to sleep, do I need to wake you up?” You turned around in his tight embrace facing him.

“Mmhm” he nodded. You laughed at his childish antics, he loosened his hold on your waist as you turned him onto his back climbing on top of him. Legs on either side of his waist straddling him, hands resting softly on his chest slowly trailing down to his abs tracing the outline of them. Your boyfriend let out a sigh at the feeling eyes still closed as he pretended to sleep.

“C’mon baby get up, I’m bored let’s have some fun.” You shook your head at his lack of response and stubbornness as his hands lazily lay on your hips. “If you’re going to be like that…” A smirk appearing on your lips. “I guess I’ll just have my own fun.” Setting your position as you straddled his waist you leaned forward, palms resting on the opposites sides of his head on the mattress. You grind down on his clothed cock making him let out a low groan and open his eyes. You devilishly smiled at his reaction, you knew he loved the sight of you like this on top of him. “Morning baby, how are you?” You innocently asked as you continued to grind down on his cock, a prominent bulge forming on the grey sweatpants he wore. He responded with another low groan. “Pretty well, I’m guessing.” You giggled.

“Come here.” Jaehyun spoke lowly bringing a hand to the back of your neck and gently pulling you closer to him. He attached his lips to yours as you grind on him. In a gentle yet passionate kiss he bit your bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug. He groaned into the kiss as you grind harder onto him, “if you keep doing that you’ll make me cum.”

“Good.” You winked breaking the kiss. “That’s the point.”

“Y/N” he murmured bringing his hands down gripping your waist thrusting his hips up into your clothed heat. The friction of the fabric of your panties and his hard bulge cause you to bite your lip to stifle your accidental moan along with a smirk on Jaehyun’s face.

Taking advantage of you being off guard he flipped over your positions, you now laying underneath him as he hovered above you keeping himself up on his arms. His soft lips landed on your jaw placing gentle kisses, “you really shouldn’t tease like that baby girl,” he whispered near your ear his hot breath on your skin. “it’ll do you no good.” His hips thrust forward to your crotch as he began dry humping you. Kissing and sucking down your neck occasionally leaving a flower of red or pink tinge down to your collar bones. You softly moaned as he reached your sensitive spot biting and sucking on it a little longer and harder forming a purple bruise. He snuck his hand up your shirt drawing patterns on your sides sending a shiver down your spine from his cold fingertips, arching your back you tangled your fingers in his messy brown hair.

As your back arched he moved your shirt up revealing your breasts. Nuzzling into the valley of your breasts he fondled with one boob continuing to suck and bite the other leaving flowers of purple down to your stomach, kissing every mark he left on your body. As he arrived at your waist he detached his lips from your skin removing your shirt throwing it to the side.

Sitting up on his knees, hands caressing your thighs he looked down at your naked figure covered in marks he made, claiming you as his and only his. He bent down leaning close to your face, inches away from your slightly chapped lips, “you’re so gorgeous you know that?” He smiled down at you dimples appearing on his cheeks, “and you’re all mine, I couldn’t ask for anything more.” Placing a hard, passionate kiss on your lips, softly biting your bottom lip as he ravished you. You returned his kiss with the same ardor, a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder digging your nails into his skin. He broke the kiss making you subconsciously chase after his lips, you wanted to taste him more - he chuckled at your action finding it cute.

Sliding a hand down to your panties he pulls them down to your ankles, you assist him as you kick them off, landing on the edge of your bed. Jaehyun scans your body with a sinful smirk, admiring you in your naked glory. He takes in your divine figure laying in front of him, fully exposed and oh boy was he more than ready to wreck you until you were a crying mess begging for him to let you cum. He was always fascinated by the thought of how far he could take you until you told him to stop.

And that’s what he was going to do today, make you writhe underneath him and breathless from pleasure. Despite it being his birthday he wanted you, he wanted the sight of you, the feeling of you in every way he could obtain. Whether it was sex, cuddling, or a simple hand hold - he was so, so needy for you, but he couldn’t show it. He couldn’t, not that his dominant ego would let him, being putty in your hands would bring him embarrassment at the thought of how much power you have over him, and you do, you really do - he’s a fool for you. Not that he’ll admit it but you damn well knew it.

Spreading your thighs further apart he cupped your exposed heat, using two fingers to play with your slick folds you let out a whine as he reached your sensitive nub, rubbing your clit in a hard but slow torturous manner, “faster, Jae please”  bucking your hips up in an unsuccessful attempt to speed up his actions, he used his other hand to pin your hips down on the mattress. You gasped as he inserts two fingers into your pussy, pushing in and out dragging your juices into your folds and clit, rubbing your core faster your breath hitch as he lightly pinched it. Unable to move your hips as he held them down you put your head back closing your eyes, bringing a hand up to your boob squeezing it from the pleasure. Jaehyun put his hand on top of yours helping to massage your boob with your own hand as he worked on fingering your pussy with his long, slender fingers pushing in and out spreading your juices out. A few pumps of his fingers later he dipped his mouth attaching to your nipple, sucking on it and lightly biting the skin of your breasts. You let out a moan as he found another sweet spot which was the last thing you needed to reach your climax. Your face flushed and hot, breathing heavy as the warm juices spilled onto his fingers. He pulled away from your breast taking his fingers out making you whimper from the loss of contact.

His gaze stared into your eyes, bringing his fingers up to his mouth he sucked on them cleaning up your juices, “so sweet,” he hummed. “can I have another taste?” Before you could respond his face disappeared in between your thighs, hair peeking up at you as his lips attached to your wet pussy. Licking up your folds and sucking your clit, he messily yet skillfully ate you out, he knew where and how to click all your buttons. Fingers wrapped in his hair tugging from the mixture of pleasure and sensitivity from your previous orgasm. He helped you through your orgasm as he continued to work his tongue on your heat, licking up all your juices as they dropped down wetting the sheets,

“Please, please no more.” You cried pushing him away with the help of your hands and a leg placed on his shoulder. He removed his mouth from between your thighs with a satisfied smirk . His lips glistening from your cum as some dripped off his chin. Wiping it off with his fingers he ordered you to suck, too weak to object you wrapped your mouth around his slender fingers tasting yourself on him.

“Perfect,” Jaehyun breathed. “You look so, so pretty fucked out for me baby,” he caressed the inside of your thigh, bringing his hand down to the back of your knee. “I’m not done with you yet though,” placing your leg over his shoulder he leaned in to you, your leg pressing against your chest he placed a hot kiss against your lips, darting his tongue into your mouth, tasting every inch of you as you tasted the lingering taste of yourself on his mouth. “I want to see you wrecked for me baby girl.”

He pulled his sweats down and kicked them off revealing his erection stood against his stomach as he wore no underwear. Taking a hold of his cock in his hand he pumped spreading his pre-cum on himself. “Tell me baby girl, do you want me?”

“Yes.” You spoke with a shaky breath. “I want you to destroy my pussy, make me sore that I can’t speak, so I can’t walk straight and my ass hurts when I-“ Submissive under his power you couldn’t finish as he thrust himself into you. Rocking back and forth slowly to get you adjusted to his length, despite his dominant nature, no matter how much he wished to pound into you - he needed your ‘okay’ so he could continue at ease. You nodded your head, tightly gripping his shoulder biting into it, this signalled for him to speed up which he gladly obliged to, picking up His slow pace into a faster one he pound into you, skin roughly slapping against skin, still sensitive from your previous orgasms you arched your back, chest pressing into his, he wrapped an arm around you holding you closer.

You cried out as the sensitivity was too much, but too good, you couldn’t say no. You felt your third orgasm coming but instantly disappearing as Jaehyun pulled out of you, feeling empty you whimpered at the loss, bucking your hips up to his begging him to continue.

“Face in the sheets and ass in the air, now” Jaehyun ordered. You obeyed changing your position on the mattress as you placed your cheek against the sheets and adjuest yourself on your knees legs spread wide enough so your bare, wet pussy felt the cool breeze flow, lightly shivering at the feeling of coldness. “That’s a cute ass, y/n” Jaehyun smirked.

“Thank you, Jae.” You teasingly said as you wiggled your bum. Letting out a gasp as you felt a sharp pain on your ass you looked back at Jaehyun because of his current action, you saw him looking at you hungrily, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“Mmm but it‘ll be cuter when it’s pink and has my teeth marks on it.” He said as bending down to bite your ass cheek roughly, you let out a squeal from the hard action making your boyfriend chuckle. He continued to spank and bite your ass until he was pleased with it, leaving it a shade of pink bite marks mixed in. He massaged your ass with one of his hands as he held his cock with the other against your folds. “You’re so hot like this baby, all submissive for me, so obedient..” he drags his cock up and down your folds teasingly, you accidentally let a moan escape from the light touches. You were so needy, you wanted him in you until you came all over his cock, but Jung Jaehyun was a fucking tease.

“Your ass takes care of you not being able to sit,” he laughs. “And I’ll obviously fuck you until your pussy is sore, wet and dripping with my cum but how should I make you lose your voice…” he sheepishly spoke. “Should I make you scream until the neighbours complain.” Sliding his cock into your pussy with a hard thrust you gripped the sheets tightly and bit your bottom lip. He brought a hand up into your hair tangling his fingers and roughly pulling your face up. Bending down from behind you he spoke in your ear, “or make you take my cock down your throat.” He shoved your face into the sheets thrusting into you from behind roughly. “Take your pick.” He panted.

Struggling to form proper words your voice cracked as you spoke, “I…” You trailed off, Jaehyun pulled you up against his chest by your hair.

“You know that’s a trick question baby girl, I always make you scream until you lose your voice, doesn’t matter which way - you’ll get both.” His hot breath against your ear. You moaned from his rough thrusts in you, grabbing a boob with his free hand as the other was in your hair he fondled it and pinched your nipple. Biting and kissing on your neck as he sloppily, passionately, harshly thrust into you made you arch your back once again. You brought a hand to grip on to his hair as he continued to fuck you restlessly. You tugged as you felt a familiar knot in your stomach.

“I..I am close.” You choked out. “please.” voice raspy and throat dry. Jaehyun let go of his hold in your hair loosely wrapping a hand around your throat squeezing as much he knew you could handle. He brought his hand down from your boob to your clit as he furiously rubbed it to bring you closer to your third climax.

“Cum for me baby, no one’s stopping you.” He seductively spoke. Those words and his finger rubbing your clit brought you to your edge as you cried out a string of curses and his name being said. Your cum spilling on his cock, he helped you ride out your high at a normal pace pulling out as you came down. Pushing you into the mattress, you turned over to your back, sprawled out on the bed exhausted you attempted to catch your breath.

Feeling a weight on top of you, you looked up through your hooded eyes at Jaehyun you stood up on his knees, the sight above you - hair messy and his sweaty body panting, he held his cock in hand above your mouth. “Suck.” He demanded, struggling to open your mouth due to your exhaustion he slapped your face with his cock, your cheek now wet due to the cum. “Suck, I can do this all day baby girl, you know me. Open that pretty mouth.” You opened your mouth, his cock instantly shoving in hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag. The vibrations making him moan, he continued to thrust into your mouth as he held onto the headboard, slowing down as he began to reach his climax, you began to bob your head up and down his length with the strength you were left. Playing with his balls he threw his head back from the immense pleasure he felt letting out groans and curses. As he began to feel the knot in his stomach he let out a deep moan, chanting your name like a prayer as his cum spurt into your mouth. His juices slid down the side of your mouth as you swallowed down the rest. Spitters are quitters Jaehyun states down at the sight of you, hair a mess across the bed, lips bruised and slightly puffy, body covered in sweat, eyes lidded, his cum dripping down the corner of your mouth - he cleaned the corner with his thumb, you grabbed his wrist as you brought his thumb to your mouth, sticking your tongue out to lick the drop of cum, sucking on his thumb with an innocent seductive look. He groaned at the sight, you were so hot, so fucking sexy and he was all for it.

Jaehyun sighed as he plopped down beside you, “y/n, you tease too much” he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, placing a soft kiss behind your ear, “you make me feel so much, in so many ways and I don’t understand how you have me whipped this badly.” You giggled at his confession, turning over on your side to look at him,

“If it makes the sex this good, then I’m glad.” you playfully winked, placing your hand on his bicep giving it a light squeeze.

“Not even just the sex, baby girl,” Jaehyun gazed into your eyes. “it’s everything, you make everything so, so much better and you make me so happy to have you.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so glad I’ve met you.”

“Jaehyun…” giving him a loving look, placing your hand on his cheek you affectionately caressed it with your thumb. “Happy birthday, I hope you have many more that I can spend with you.”

He flashed a bright smile showing off his two dimples, leaning in giving you a chaste kiss. He nuzzled into your chest as he intertwined his fingers with yours on one hand. “Can’t we just lay here for a while longer?”

You laughed at his whining, your chest vibrating as his head lay upon it, “no, because when we woke up it was practically 8 and now it’s almost 9 Jaehyun,” you lightly shook him in an attempt to make him stand up, earning only a whine. “please, we have to go remember we have our reservation today.”

“I’ll cancel it.” he huffed. You sighed at him, he was such a lazy bum.

“Okay I’ll make you a deal,” Jaehyun perked his head off of your chest looking down at you, head tilted and eyebrow raised, “if we get up right now we can have a quick round two in the shower and…” he sat up from his position on top of you now sitting on the edge of the bed as you got up and sat against the headboard. “After our food I’ll let you tie me up and make me cum as much as you want.” You smirked.

“Really?” He excitedly said.

“For as many letters there are in your name.”

“You really have no idea what you just got yourself into.” Jaehyun chuckled.

“Of course I do, that’s why I said it.” You clicked your tongue. “Now let’s go, I want your cock in my mouth again.” You loosely placed a hand on his thigh seductively yet teasingly looking at him.

“You drive me crazy, and I love it.” Jaehyun said as he quickly stood up and scooped you up in his arms bridal style, walking off to the bathroom with you in his arms he placed you on the counter, you let out a hiss at the slight pain you felt from Jaehyun’s previous spanking and bites. He placed open mouthed kisses up your marked chest to your neck, jaw and a soft kiss on your cheek.

“This is the best birthday ever.” he whispered continuing his work on your body. We all know where it went from here having some bombass oral shower sex, your date and then later on y’all got frisky once again you know all that good good ;))) let’s just say that you probably actually did cum as many times as the letters in his name and the next day you were both so fucking tired y’all probably called in not being able to make it to work and stuff just sleeping in and ordering take out and movies or your favourite show reruns or starting a new one- just a vvvvv soft day together with innocent kisses and cuddles (^_^) a dramatic 180 degree change from yesterday LOLOLLL

A/N: so I hope you guys enjoyed this jaehyun smut so sorry for not being as active like before bc exams have been eating us but I finally got time to post this!! The other admins should be posting after June 22 and I will too mostly so this might be our last post for u h two weeks I think ?? Requests are open and we will get to them so please feel free to send us some to give us inspiration and such - FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST AND ANYTHING IS JUST ABOUT ACCEPTED :))) BUT NO TEACHERXSTUDENT SMUT WE APOLOGIZE !! ~ Doyoung’s Darling

[froggydarren]

Secrets and Lace

Hobrien | Explicit | 1.7k | AO3

Summary: He's had the bag at the back of the closet — under a pile of old sweaters that he doesn't use unless he's traveling — for months. It's plain white, unassuming, and yet he tenses anytime Dylan peeks into that closet to look for a shirt to borrow.

A/N: Written for the @fullmoonficlet challenge: prompt #277 - pink

He's had the bag at the back of the closet — under a pile of old sweaters that he doesn't use unless he's traveling — for months. It's plain white, unassuming, and yet he tenses anytime Dylan peeks into that closet to look for a shirt to borrow.

Not that Dylan has any reason to look below that sweater pile, or suspect that Tyler is hiding something there… or anywhere else. But it’s probably even worse to think of it being discovered by accident than if he was to just open that discussion. Which he doesn’t think he can, not yet, maybe not ever.

So the bag continues sitting there, the plain white teasing him whenever he spots it — no, he doesn’t go looking for it, no way — and the tiny flash of pink he has seared into his brain.

It’s easier to look when he knows that Dylan’s not going to be home for a while. When there’s the safety of distance caused by Dylan being on a different continent. When Tyler knows that he’s going to be alone for days or weeks.

Whenever that happens, he digs out the bag, sets in on the nightstand, and usually spends hours letting it sit there, tempting him. Some of the times the temptation overcomes his worry — and a little slice of deeply ingrained shame that he hasn’t managed to grow out of yet — and he opens the bag.

The pink lace is frail, soft, rubbing against his fingers when he pulls the panties out. After the first instance of leaving it in the bag without a dryer sheet, it now always smells of fresh laundry, like when he puts on new bedsheets the night after Dylan comes home.

He’s always hard before he even takes the panties out of the bag, but when he does, his dick immediately twitches with interest even more. Sometimes just holding them is enough to get him halfway to an orgasm, the rest of the way finished with one hand while the other is clutched around the pink lace.

But then some days, he takes a shower — the bag accompanying him into the bathroom where he can see it — and then lies down on the bed without putting clothes on. He’s always liked that side of California, the being able to get out from under the spray and not have to think about keeping warm. Days like that, he rests there, eyes on the bag while he’s waiting for his skin to dry, not bothering to touch himself even though he’s hard.

Then, when his skin is dry and he’s no longer afraid of ruining the fabric with moisture, he pulls the panties out of the bag, and carefully slips them on. It feels even better to have the lace against his hips and ass than it does against his palm, and the friction the panties cause against his dick makes him forget all about the worries of getting the fabric damp or damaged, precome leaking from the tip down onto the lace.

He never lasts long like this, hand rubbing over the lace, pressing down on his cock with urgency, thoughts straying to the images of someone else’s hand — Dylan’s long fingers — doing the same. When he comes it’s quiet, the worry and guilt seeping back in as he wipes himself off and walks back into the bathroom to wash the panties. Then, when he’s let them dry in the sun, he stashes them and the bag under the sweater pile again, out of sight.

Only when they’re hidden does he allow himself to relax. He never fails to do that, ever, the fear of getting discovered, getting caught with the panties is too big for him to drop his guard, to allow himself to fall asleep before he has them off and stashed out of sight.

Until one day he underestimates how tired surfing all morning makes him.

^v^v^v^v^

He’s woken up from his impromptu nap by a thud and a surprised gasp, and he rolls over to face the door. Dylan’s been away on a shoot for the past few weeks, and he wasn’t due for another two, yet there he is, standing in the door, eyes wide open and jaw dropped.

Tyler, still drowsy like he always is just after waking, wonders why Dylan is the one who’s shocked. Then he moves and feels the fabric around his hips scratch a little against his skin.

Oh fuck.

Dylan takes a tentative step forward but then stops again when Tyler shifts again and reaches for the sheet that’s bunched up on the side of the bed.

“Holy shit,” Dylan mutters, eyes still wide, pupils blown.

And that’s… not the reaction Tyler’s been bracing himself for. He expected disapproval, disgust maybe. Not Dylan’s cheeks burning red and his hands twitching like he wants to touch. He was prepared for a head shake, for judgment, not for Dylan licking his lips and stepping a little closer with each deep, shaky breath.

“I…” Tyler starts, but he’s not sure what he wants to say.

Apologize, maybe. But that doesn’t seem to be what Dylan wants to hear. Explain; only he doesn’t know where to start and how to tell Dylan why he’s fallen asleep like this, why he has lace panties on, why he’s been hiding them.

“Holy shit,” Dylan repeats, now at the side of the bed, looking down where Tyler is still clutching the sheet, fighting the urge to cover himself up.

“You said that already,” Tyler tells him, and wow, his voice is scratchier and deeper than he expected it to be.

He chalks it up to sleep, but he really knows better than that.

Because Dylan looking at him like that? Like he wants to touch Tyler all over like he wants to do things to him? That’s definitely adding to the layer of arousal that his traitorous dick is all to keen to show.

“I don’t know what else to say,” Dylan says quietly. “I’m a bit..”

“I didn’t want you to know,” Tyler blurts, and immediately wants to take it back, because he knows that’s not true.

“Oh.”

“No, wait. I didn’t…” He pauses, rubs a hand over his face. “I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t think you’d… be interested.”

He can feel his cheeks burning, and wonders how, even with feeling as awkward as he does right now, his dick is still very much in interested mode. So is, apparently, Dylan, who doesn’t say anything as he sits down on the bed next to Tyler, but doesn’t reach out.

“Well, it’s not something that would’ve come to mind randomly,” Dylan says after a silence that sets Tyler further on edge. “But… seeing you like that, when I came in? I’m definitely interested. Intrigued.”

“Oh. Yeah?” Tyler looks at Dylan and finds him looking right back, pupils still blown in a very familiar way.

“Yeah,” Dylan says as he nods. “Pink looks good on you.”

Tyler’s dick twitches in response to Dylan’s low tone. Finally, he lets go of the sheet and twists around to face Dylan properly. Then he tells himself to stop worrying, and — still with hesitation, but working through it as he moves — he shuffles away and lies back into the pillows.

“Yeah?”

Dylan gulps as his eyes rake over Tyler’s body, slowing when he gets to his waist and then lower. Then he slowly looks back up until he meets Tyler’s eyes again.

“Is it okay if I touch?”

Tyler nods, unable to form words under Dylan’s heated gaze. The first touch of Dylan’s fingers on his ankle makes him tense, but then he relaxes as Dylan moves his hand up inch by inch. They’ve done this before — obviously without the lace — the slow touches, the teasing. Sometimes it’s foreplay, other times Dylan does it to drive Tyler crazy. It’s different now because Tyler has imagined so many times how it would be to have Dylan run his fingers over the thin fabric. So when finally Dylan reaches the edge of the panties, Tyler has to bite his lip and look up at the ceiling to stop himself from coming way too soon.

He wants to enjoy this, wants to savor every moment, but Dylan’s exploring fingers are bad enough any other time, let alone when he’s tracing the curves of the lacy pattern right over Tyler’s hard dick.

“Stop teasing,” Tyler lets out through gritted teeth after Dylan moves his hand to Tyler’s hips.

“I’m enjoying this,” Dylan says, grinning.

“Well, enjoy faster, this isn’t gonna take long,” Tyler grumbles, his hands gripping the sheets.

Dylan doesn’t speed up, but his touch gets more firm, and he spreads his palm over Tyler’s lace-covered cock. By all means, it shouldn’t be enough to tip Tyler over the edge, but when Dylan’s thumb runs over the edge of the panties, right until the head of Tyler’s cock, that’s it.

Tyler arches off the bed, his cock spurts come all over his chest, and his teeth bite down on his lip almost hard enough to draw blood. It’s only when he shudders from oversensitivity that Dylan reluctantly pulls his hand away, but leaves his palm on Tyler’s hip, fingers stroking the lacy edge of the pink fabric.

“So…”

When Dylan’s voice gets past the cloud of Tyler’s post-orgasmic bliss, he tenses and immediately gets hit with a wave of “oh no”.

“You got any other ones?” Dylan asks, throwing Tyler’s mind for a loop.

“What?”

“Well, these are kind of ruined now,” Dylan says, his hand moving to the come that’s reached the panties. “Wouldn’t want to never do this again.”

He’s blushing, Tyler notices when he looks at Dylan, and there’s a sheepish grin on his face as his eyes dart between Tyler’s face and his crotch.

“They wash.”

“I could get you new ones.”

They speak at the same time, and Tyler barely catches what Dylan’s saying.

“What?” He asks because he doesn’t trust his own ears.

“I could buy more,” Dylan says, quietly. “I think red would look good on you.”

Tyler, instead of answering, sits up and pulls Dylan in for a shaky kiss.

“Yeah,” he mumbles against Dylan’s lips a moment later. “Yeah okay.”

It’s better than any of his fantasies ever were.

[hoesheez]

Apologize to this...

Jaehyun/Reader - Boyfriend!Jaehyun

Fluff, and a whole lotta smut!

Warnings- Unprotected sex, gagging and crude language

A/N- This started out as a joke, turned into a tease, and now it’s a fanfic. Please forgive me, for I know not what I do. I only aim to please @chittaporno. Have fun, ya lil’ nasty! >=]

Your boyfriend held your hand tightly as the two of you walked back to your apartment. The summer air was thick with the familiar scents of smoke and fried food. You were on your way back home from a night spent with his closest friends. It had been a couple of years since Jaehyun had seen his former band mates and you were happy that you could finally put faces to the names you had heard countless times. You recalled all the boys in your mind, one standing out among the rest.

His smile was dazzling, his laugh still echoing in your ears. His name was Ten, a beautiful man who took your breath away from the moment you saw him. A loud laugh escaped your lips as you remembered his corny jokes. Jaehyun turned to you, keys in hand, “What?” he asked, smiling wide as he saw the look on your cute face. “It’s just, your friend Ten, he’s hilarious.” He pushed the front door open, gesturing for you to enter ahead of him. “He sure is, if only you had known him during our trainee days, you would have never stopped laughing.” 

Taking you by the waist, the two of you walked to the elevator. He pressed the button to call for the carriage, “I’m glad that he’s still as happy as ever.” Jaehyun continued to talk about his days as an idol trainee, all the way up to your destination.The inviting aroma of your shared home enveloped you in comfort as soon as the two of you entered. You immediately removed your shoes and threw your purse on the couch while Jaehyun secured the front door. “I’m happy that you enjoyed yourself babe, I was actually a little nervous” He came up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body to his. You looked into his eyes, “Aw Jae, you didn’t have to be nervous. I knew I’d love them as soon as I met them.” Reassuring him with a kiss, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He pressed up against you, his crotch brushing your thigh as he pinned you to the wall.

With his hot mouth, he began assaulting your neck, nibbling at the supple skin. His hands made a path from your back to your rear and he peeled off your shorts, quickly cupping your ass as the garment fell around your ankles. He gave it a generous squeeze, making you moan at the contact. He chuckled under his breath as he pulled away from your neck, “You like that, baby?” You nodded, your eyes never leaving his mouth as he bit down on his bottom lip. His hands traced small circles as they made a path from your soft cheeks to the waistband of your panties. Your body reacted, and you bucked your hips against him, moaning as his hand ghosted over your heat, “Mmm, Ten.” Jaehyun stopped dead in his tracks, his warmth leaving you as he stood back. Your hands flew to your mouth as your face flushed with embarrassment. He stared at you, utterly confused, and very much offended.“What did you just say?“  

You started spouting out gibberish, suddenly unable to form coherent sentences. He turned from you, trying his best to process what had just transpired. What was wrong with you? You had only just met Ten a few hours ago. Did you really just moan his name while your boyfriend was touching you? He walked down the hallway towards the living room, grabbed the back of his shirt by the collar, and pulled it over his head swiftly. The dim light cascaded over his taught muscles as he turned back to you and sighed, "You’re something else, you know that?” He ran one hand through his luscious blonde hair as the other tossed the shirt across the room. You wondered what was going through his mind. His body language gave off a completely different vibe than his words did, and all you could think about was how you were going to console him. You watched his every move, waiting for what he would say, or do, next. His brow furrowed in thought, “Come over here and apologize.” You eagerly strode over to him, ready to embrace him, ready to spew out some half-assed apology, but he held out his hand to you abruptly. “Stop, don’t apologize to me,” he said, his long finger pointing down towards his crotch, “Apologize to this dick.”

Your eyes went wide at his vulgarity, “What?”  He just smiled at you, taking his right hand and tracing an invisible line down his toned chest and abs, stopping at the hem of his tight jeans. His fingers went to his belt buckle and the metal clicked against itself as he undid it. “You heard me, get over here and,” his voice went an octave lower, “suck my cock.” He emphasized the last syllable, pulling the belt from its restraints so fast, it cracked through the air like a whip. You felt your wetness begin to pool between your legs as you slowly made your way over to him. Falling to your knees, you pulled his pants down along with his boxers, and his semi- hard cock sprang out before you. He hissed in delight as you took him in your hands, “That’s it Y/N, show me just how sorry you are.” 

You began by kissing the tip, lapping up the oozing pre-cum with your tongue. You squeezed your legs together, seeking some kind of relief as your core throbbed with need. Your mouth wrapped around his thickness and you took him in completely.  A deep growl came from his throat, “Fuck, just like that.” He grabbed the back of your head and tangled his hand through your hair to push himself further into your warm mouth. You gagged on him and tried to pull back, but he held your hair tightly, stilling your movements. He fucked your mouth relentlessly, pulling you impossibly further down his shaft until you deep-throated him. He pulled out when he saw how much you were struggling, using your cheek to wipe off the string of saliva that connected you to his dick You looked up at him as your chest heaved, “Jae, fuck me, please.” He ignored your plea and took you by the wrist, bringing you to sit on the couch. You bounced on it lightly and looked up at him with hungry eyes. ” You think I’m gonna give you what you want after what you just said?”  He knelt down before you, his hands going to the backs of your knees, gripping them and pulling your legs apart slowly, watching you as your breathing quickened. He brought his mouth towards your underwear, grazing his nose against the lacy fabric. “I’ll fuck you, after you’ve been properly punished.”  He bit the hem of your underwear and dragged them down your legs with ease. 

He tossed them aside and re-positioned himself between your thighs. His tongue traced circles against your outer folds, nibbling lightly on them before sliding his tongue against your clit. You yelped at the contact, practically shaking as he started blowing his hot breath against it. His teasing was agonizing. You parted your lips, ready to cry out in protest, but his skilled muscle immediately silenced you. You arched your back and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pinning you to him as his tongue drew all kinds of patterns over your slick heat. He sucked hard on your clit for a while before licking a path towards your entrance, his velvety tongue sliding in briefly. His nails dug into your thighs and he pushed them further apart, your muscles stretching to the brink.  “Fuck!” you cried out as Jaehyun continued to relentlessly slide his tongue over your swollen clit. He grunted, his vocal chords vibrating, sending a surge of electricity through your body. You wriggled under him as you gasped for air. “Jae.” you breathed heavily as he continued to bring you over the edge, building you up to the point of euphoria. 

Jaehyun pulled away from your center, deciding that he would deny you of your release one last time. You were a whimpering mess before him as he smiled, darting his tongue out to lick you from the corners of his mouth, “I think you’ve learned your lesson.” He picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. You kissed him repeatedly all over his soft neck, cheek, and ear, showering him with your love. He placed you down onto the bed gently, almost as if he was scared that you would break, “I’m sorry” You huffed as his weight fell on top of you. He shook his head, “No more apologizing, Y/N,” his hardness finally entering you, “I love you, okay?” Your walls clenched around him as he rolled his hips, penetrating you deep. “Ah, I love you too, Jaehyun.” Your nails scratched against his back and he began to thrust into you with reckless abandon. 

The two of you found your release together, your breath hitching in your chest as he silenced your scream with his mouth. He filled you with his seed, his hips stuttering against you. Your bodies were slick with a thin layer of sweat as you kissed each other passionately. As he pulled out of you, a wide grin spread across his face, a look of pride on his beautiful features. You decided to appease his ego even further, “Ten who?”  You buried your face in his chest and inhaled his heavenly scent. Jaehyun chuckled, pulling you closer to him before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

A/N- Well damn, I had a hard time writing this, please blame Jung Jaehyun, the world’s greatest bias wrecker. Also, I know I’m not the best writer, this is purely for entertainment and as a little gift to my resident nasties. Excuse me while I go bathe in holy water. Bye!

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The excellent @silverstarkindred​ asked, “Any tips for making a dress I can fight in comfortably and still look hella cute while I skewer those demons on the battlefield?”

Thanks for the quesiton! Looking hella cute AND skewering demons happen to be causes near to my heart. I fought in dresses for years, and I still rock a lot of twirly skirts and clearly girl-gendered garb.  While there’s a good bit involved in making comfortable, functional, feminine fighting garb, let’s start with fighting in dresses.

Firstly, is it even possible to fight in a long dress?

Heck. Yes.

Don’t let the haters tell you otherwise: fighting in dresses is perfectly easy if you have the right dress and know how to wear it. I fight in Dagorhir, a full-contact battlegame, and dressing like a girl has never stopped me from hitting as hard. I went hunting for bounty hunters (yup, that’s right) last Ragnarok wearing the above dress, and I rocked it.

So, what do you want in a fighting dress?

#1. A skirt without a slit.

You’ve probably read all about fantasy heroines “slitting their skirts so they can be more mobile,” but whenever I try that, my skirt gets MORE cumbersome. It’s partly personal opinion, and you might have better luck, but the two halves of the skirt always twine around my legs and trip me up. I do not recommend! Open-sided/slit skirts also have an inherent weakness: if anyone steps on one half of your skirt, there’s a good chance that slit will rip further up the seam. 

If you can’t lunge around in your skirt without slitting it, it’s too narrow. A normal skirt/dress that’s closed on all sides, but wide at the hem, will be fine— seriously!

#2. A generous hemline.

If you’re worried about mobility, pick something with a wiiiiiiide hem. If we were talking modern fashion, we would call this silhouette “fit and flare” or “A-line.”  A long Bocksten-style tunic gown with wide gores would be a good choice: just use this tutorial, but lengthen it to hit at ankle-level. Another option is Stellaria’s lace-up apron dress, which can be worn over a shorter tunic. The ample hem, rather than being cumbersome, will just give you tons of room to move your legs in. All that worry about ripping out the crotch of your pants just vanishes when you’re wearing a big ol’ skirt. How narrow is too narrow? You’ll probably trip yourself up if your ankle-to-floor length skirt has a circumference of less than 90”. There is a limit to how wide you should go, depending on what pattern you use (200” of skirt on a Bocksten-style tunic-gown can get a bit droopy, especially if you use heavy fabric, while you can fit a LOT more length into a pleated or gored skirt), but it’s always better to have a skirt that’s too wide than too narrow.

I fight in this rainbow skirt, which has something like a seventeen yard hem. It has pockets to hold snacks and sidearms.

You’ll want the fullness to start at your waist, so you’ll be able to move freely at the hips. If you’re using a pattern that uses gores (triangles of extra fabric to expand your skirt), have them start at your natural waist. If you put them too low, you won’t have enough fullness at your upper legs to move comfortably.

If you want to experiment with hem width and gore height, try making a mock-up to wear to in-game, non-fighting events, like feasts or for nightlife. If it’s uncomfortable to wear when you’re just walking down Merchant’s Row, it will be worse to fight in.

A too-narrow skirt can often be saved by adding extra gores (triangles of fabric). If you don’t have enough of the original fabric, you can pick a fun, contrasting color for your gores, like with this dress.

#3. A fabric that’s got enough body to hang AWAY from your body.

A fabric that’s too light can be clingy, and when we’re fighting, we want our dress to be heavy (or, if not heavy, stiff) enough that it will hang AWAY from our body, lest it tangle up our legs. Medium-weight linen, tightly-woven cotton, most wool suitings, and anything described as “bottomweight” can all be work. I mostly wear this 5.3 oz linen. For Stellaria-style apron-dresses, a heavier 7 oz linen, Walmart’s surprisingly nice cotton duck or JoAnn’s bombproof duck canvas will all work beautifully.

This ancient-- from 2009!-- apron dress was made from JoAnn’s duck cloth, which is a beautiful weight for an over-dress.

Remember that you don’t have to wear a whole extra dress underneath overgowns like Stellaria’s apron dress or surcoats: if your top layer is long enough, you can wear a shorter tunic or shirt underneath. In the photo above, the beige under-lay is just a tunic, not a long underdress.

#4. A dress/skirt that doesn’t quite cover your feet.

I find that I can usually get away with ankle-length dresses. Any longer, and they interfere with my footwork-- or worse, soak up water or mud and slow me down. The red coteharide at the top is a bit too long for a normal fighting gown: I can make it work, but if I really need to book it, I’ll need to physically lift my skirts.

Shortening a dress is always easier than lengthening one, though, so make your dress nice and long and have a helper pin up your hem before you finalize it. Can you lunge, squat, and run in a dress that length, or does it need to be shorter?

Once you’ve got a suitable dress, you’ll need to learn to fight in it. There is a bit of a learning curve, but if you keep these few things in mind, you’ll be fine. :)

How do you fight in a dress?

#1. Practice not stepping on your own hem.

This is the major thing new lady-fighters complain about when they try to fight in a dress: if you play a battlegame that involves going to your knees when your legs are disabled, you’ll end up kneeling on your own dress, and when you try to stand up to respawn, you’ll step on your own hem and faceplant.

There’s no magic bullet: just practice and stay aware of where your skirts are. Try wearing your longer skirts to practice, first, before you break them out at a big battle. Learn to take a knee in such a way that you don’t end up kneeling on your own hem.

I got killed by Olos, but at least I didn’t trip on my own clothes when I got back up! Your skirts have advantages, too. Some ladies say that their skirts become sort of like a cat’s whiskers: extensions of their body that provide feedback about their environment. They also make it harder for an opponent to strike at your legs— if your skirt is wide enough, they won’t know where your legs are in all that fabric!

#2. Grab something to wear underneath your dress.

Rather than flashing your undies when you get knocked down, I highly recommend wearing something— whether it’s historically-correct linen braies and wool hose or a pair of bike shorts— under your dress. If you’re prone to chafing, this will help, too. If it’s cold enough out, leggings will keep you warm AND prevent wardrobe malfunctions, though the fleece-lined/sweater-ish kind DO pick up lots of grit and dead leaves. I usually wear tall socks and bicycle shorts, which overlap to keep most of my skin covered. That means I’m less exposed to poison ivy and thorns in the woods and ticks in the fields.

#3. Pick your battles.

If the fighting field is absolutely soaked or churned up with mud, you might consider fighting in a shorter tunic and trousers that day. Cotton and linen soak up water and become heavy when wet, and carrying that extra weight around can slow you down. The heavier/wetter your skirts are, the more they’ll cling to you, too. Ick.

The one exception is wool, which can absorb a lot more water before it looks or feels wet. At Badon Hill in 2009, it poured buckets all weekend. I skipped my linen undergown and wore a soft wool gown under a wool apron dress, and I was constantly being accosted by people demanding “how are you still dry?!”

When it’s wet and cold, chose wool. Photo by my beloved Fiaren. Wool is more of a pain to wash, though, so if the field is really muddy (as it was at Pentwyvern’s Harvest Feast back in 2010, shown), it might be a day for a tunic and trousers. I spent a week trying to clean the muck out of this dress, which was filthy up to the thigh. I should have listened to my own advice: this maroon dress was originally a feast gown, so it was long enough to wick up allllll the wet and mud on the ground. Uuugh.

Photo by Sarah Franklin, 2011.  But then again, I’ve fought through bramble-y forests wearing this embroidered dress, which started life as feast garb, too. (I need to constantly make new feast garb, since my old stuff somehow becomes fighting clothes. I can’t have nice things.) Sometimes looking cute wins out, even if it means having to clean and mend your garb later!

Photo by Yuie Brightflame.  And there you have it, lady-follk. Would you ever consider doing battle in a dress or skirt? It’s a fun way to expand your costuming options! UP NEXT: How do you alter the standard tunic to better fit a female figure? 

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The 10 Best Bodysuits for Women Who Love to Work Out

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Courtesy of Tory

Tired of your shirt flying up during inversions? Annoyed by your tights slipping down during barre? Losing patience for all the laundry your sweat sessions produce? The answer to all these workout woes is simple: Embrace the bodysuit. Whatever you want to call 'em—unitards, onesies, jumpsuits—one-pieces are the latest trend in training apparel.

And yes: It's natural to second-guess your foray into the one-piece world. (FAQs: Will I look like a big baby? Will everyone gawk at me? Am I doomed to suffer permanent wedgies? )

In our quest to discover if bodysuits could replace the tried-and-true workout tank and tights, we tested (and approved) the 10 following one-pieces. We lounged—then sweat—through yoga, Pilates, boot camps, lifting, and HIIT workouts to find the ones that shine in some or all workout intensities. They range in style, price, coverage, and support, so you can find the one(s) that's right for you. Here's what we thought about each.

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1. Harmony Capri Length Bodysuit by MPG

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MPG's Harmony Capri Length Bodysuit is a head-turner, and a solid training staple. It's got plenty of sex appeal, thanks to its strappy, open back and peek-a-boo mesh detailing at the bust, along the thighs and calves, and at the sides. But they're subtle, not obscene, and offer some added airflow mid-workout. Believe it or not, the straps are exceptionally comfortable, even during a high-intensity strength and conditioning workout. They didn't bite into my skin or feel uncomfortable when lying down. Because they're all adjustable, they offer great support along with the built-in bra. In short: You don't have to worry about loads of bounce if you've got an A-C cup. The built-in bra also has a cooling liner that combats underboob sweat...or at least makes the inevitable more comfortable.

The material is lightly compressive, completely opaque, and supportive, enhancing your figure where you want it most. I really put this one through the wringer, but nothing budged: no wedgies, discomfort, or need to readjust. It's a winner for any dance, barre, pilates, yoga, and strength workout. The fit is true to size as well. — Brittany Smith, associate editor ($108, mpgsport.com)

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2. Seamless Full-Length Bodysuit by Tory Sport

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Real talk: If I could wear this bodysuit every day, I would. The problem with most jumpsuits is that you need to feel fan-freaking-tastic to rock them unselfconsciously—you can't rely on high-waisted tights and a flowy tank to hide your mid-afternoon bloat. Tory Sport has solved that problem with its Seamless Full-Length Bodysuit. For one, the colors, patterns, and fit are flattering for a variety of heights and body types. The triangular colorblocking at the sides creates a diamond in the center and back that draw the eye, while the royal blue striping along the legs gives the illusion of longer limbs. The navy colorway also proves you don't need to choose black for a slimming option.

As for performance, this bodysuit is the most versatile of any I tested. It met my low-, mid-, and high-intensity workout demands from a bodyweight session to bootcamp class, spin to sprint workout. As the name implies, the garment is almost free of seams and designed using body mapping technology to bolster the knit in areas where you need support and offer added breathability in hot spots. I added a sports bra underneath during boxing (jumping rope...enough said), and I love that it didn't take away from the bodysuit's aesthetics. — B.S. ($148, torysport.com)

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3. Active Training Explosive Bodysuit by Puma

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As a woman who generally rocks tights and a tee to the gym, I was hesitant of stepping out of my comfort zone...especially with a onesie. But Puma's Active Training Explosive Bodysuit was the perfect solution to my bodysuit blues, because it looks like a two-piece set. In reality, the mesh top (with its Y-shaped open back) is connected to the tights, which I felt made for a more confident workout. My shirt wasn't flying up during mountain climbers and my tights weren't sliding down. The loose top allows for a good amount of air flow—but unlike many other bodysuits, it doesn’t eliminate the need for a sports bra.

While the tights are full-length, they don’t exactly move with your body. The fabric slid up and down over my calves, which could be because the upper half was pulling the bottom. It wasn't uncomfortable, per se, but it was definitely distracting. Overall, this is the perfect one-piece for those who need a little encouragement when it comes to taking fashion risks at the gym, even if it's not the best for high-impact workouts. — Jackie Friedman, photo editor  ($90, puma.com)

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4. Strata Silverstone Unitard by Outdoor Voices

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Outdoor Voices labels the Strata Silverstone Unitard as having a "limber fit" that "bounces back," and I couldn't agree more. I typically wear a medium, but the small fit exactly as it should. The legs weren't constricting; the straps didn't dig; the crotch wasn't too high or too low, and I never had to readjust. The fabric has great weight to it (no peek-a-boo fabric at the bum). There are no seams at the back, and any seams along the legs and waist were undetectable during abs work, bodyweight workouts, and yoga. And while you might shy away from the oatmeal colorway in fear of looking a bit like a toddler in a onesie, fear not: the bodysuit is very flattering. I tied a flannel or a knitted long-sleeve around my waist when I was out and about to break up the monochromatic look.

In terms of performance, the keyhole feature at the back wasn't too wide to cause bulging, and the straps didn't restrict movement during overhead lifts and stretches. I found the shelf bra to be supportive (up to a C cup) for low- to medium-impact activity. I love how smooth the fabric felt against my skin, and the polyester/Spandex blend was really conducive to movement. The only downside: While the heather texture helps hide sweat, the sweat will still be visible. Then again, if you're wearing this in hot yoga or a lifting session, you're there to sweat—so it doesn't take away from the garment, in my opinion. — B.S. ($95, outdoorvoices.com)

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5. Mirror BreatheLux Bodysuit by Under Armour

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Slip on this Mirror BreatheLux bodysuit from Under Armour and instantly feel like an athlete. With a next-to-skin fit that slims without squeezing and a super-soft yet durable fabric, this one-piece is ready to take on any workout—whether that's a spin class, long run, or total-body circuit.

The all-black fabric is not only slimming, but also wears well. It doesn’t reveal sweat and it dries extremely fast (which is handy if you’re doing something like hot yoga or a high-intensity session). And thanks to its supportive fit, you might not even need to wear a sports bra underneath, depending upon your cup size, comfort level, and workout intensity. — Erin Alexander, editorial assistant ($149.99, underarmour.com)

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6. Ready 2 Rock Jumper by Asics

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Just as the name suggests, this Ready 2 Rock Jumper from Asics is ready to move with you during a workout—or a rave. With an embossed back and side panels, along with a sleek gold zipper down the back, this bodysuit has chic details that'll make you stand out at the gym for something other than your stellar lifting form.

Style aside, this bodysuit is totally functional: Its front pleats allow for ease of movement, while the thick straps and high neckline offer full coverage (great if you're a little more modest). That said, you’ll probably want to wear a sports bra underneath to keep everyone fully supported. — E.A. ($78, asics.com)

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7. The Uni Bodysuit by Manduka

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Manduka's Uni Bodysuit is ideal for those super-sweaty hot yoga sessions that would typically leave your clothes feeling soggy and uncomfortable. The nylon/Lycra blend is nice and stretchy with more of a cotton feel, as opposed to some of the more slippery performance fabrics with which other bodysuits are designed. The double criss-cross detailing at the upper and mid back is flattering without restricting movement or digging in when you lie down. Plus, the open back in tandem with the capri length make a world of a difference in heated studios. The dark olive color also masks sweat well, and is a welcomed change-up from black.

The seams running down the front from bust to hips create a slimming silhouette, and the U-shaped neckline goes a long way in making this bodysuit flattering. A double-layer gusset ensures the fabric isn't see-through when you down-dog or squat. Plus, the shelf bra offers light support—so strength classes get the green light, but high-intensity ones like boxing and running will need some added reinforcement if you're bigger than a B-cup. It also runs true to size. — B.S. ($128, manduka.com)

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8. Seamless Criss Cross Ankle Bodysuit by Ivy Park

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To my surprise, Ivy Park's Seamless Criss Cross Ankle Bodysuit stayed in place through every yoga flow. That could be because it's skin-tight, which helped with support. But I did feel the amount of cleavage it exposed during inversions to be a little uncomfortable (something to note for women with fuller busts). The bodysuit regulated sweat and kept me comfortable (well, as comfortable as can be expected). I didn’t feel soaked when I put my sweater on and walked home. It worked perfectly for Pilates on a reformer, too. Everything stayed in place—even when contorting and extending my legs overhead. I did get some looks in the gym, but that's expected since yoga, pilates, and barre lend themselves to more fashionable getups. There was only a tiny bit of ride-up during squatting, but that’s fairly common for the exercise. The bodysuit also passed the transparency test. If you're looking to meet someone and grab a date at the gym, wearing this jumpsuit definitely won't hurt. — Martha Upton, editorial intern ($75, six02.com)

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9. Seamless Bodysuit by Reebok

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As far as bodysuits go, this seamless one-piece from Reebok is as soft and comfortable as they come—just reserve it for low-intensity workouts. Perfect for yoga sessions (especially hot yoga) or lounging around, its high neckline and breathable, stretchy fabric provide light support and coverage without making you feel constricted. If you’re bigger than an A cup and plan on moving around a bit, though, you definitely need to wear a sports bra underneath. It'll throw off the stunning plunging back a bit, though, so we recommend sticking to barre, yoga, and Pilates. With thoughtful details (the names of different yoga poses are knitted into the fabric) and a flexible fit, this is a bodysuit you can catch us in any time of the day—or night. Just note: It runs small, so go up a size.— E.A. ($75, reebok.com)

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10. Harvest Yoga All In One by Sweaty Betty

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Sweaty Betty's Harvest Yoga All In One bodysuit boasts some of the most luxurious fabric in which I've worked up a sweat. The fit is true to size and and seamless throughout—except the bust has a little extra space. The mesh criss-crossing detail at the back is very feminine, though the straps that connect the front of the bodysuit with the meshing tend to twist a bit, which can become irritating. I enjoyed the mesh detailing at the neckline, thighs, and calves. They offer some visual intrigue, but also serve to release some pent-up heat. If you're lifting or back-squatting, the mesh backing will become bothersome, so I'd stick to yoga, pilates, and barre. This is also available in a bright royal blue that'll definitely help you stand out. — B.S. ($145, sweatybetty.com)

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The 10 Best Bodysuits for Women Who Love to Work Out

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Courtesy of Tory

Tired of your shirt flying up during inversions? Annoyed by your tights slipping down during barre? Losing patience for all the laundry your sweat sessions produce? The answer to all these workout woes is simple: Embrace the bodysuit. Whatever you want to call 'em—unitards, onesies, jumpsuits—one-pieces are the latest trend in training apparel.

And yes: It's natural to second-guess your foray into the one-piece world. (FAQs: Will I look like a big baby? Will everyone gawk at me? Am I doomed to suffer permanent wedgies? )

In our quest to discover if bodysuits could replace the tried-and-true workout tank and tights, we tested (and approved) the 10 following one-pieces. We lounged—then sweat—through yoga, Pilates, boot camps, lifting, and HIIT workouts to find the ones that shine in some or all workout intensities. They range in style, price, coverage, and support, so you can find the one(s) that's right for you. Here's what we thought about each.

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1. Harmony Capri Length Bodysuit by MPG

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MPG's Harmony Capri Length Bodysuit is a head-turner, and a solid training staple. It's got plenty of sex appeal, thanks to its strappy, open back and peek-a-boo mesh detailing at the bust, along the thighs and calves, and at the sides. But they're subtle, not obscene, and offer some added airflow mid-workout. Believe it or not, the straps are exceptionally comfortable, even during a high-intensity strength and conditioning workout. They didn't bite into my skin or feel uncomfortable when lying down. Because they're all adjustable, they offer great support along with the built-in bra. In short: You don't have to worry about loads of bounce if you've got an A-C cup. The built-in bra also has a cooling liner that combats underboob sweat...or at least makes the inevitable more comfortable.

The material is lightly compressive, completely opaque, and supportive, enhancing your figure where you want it most. I really put this one through the wringer, but nothing budged: no wedgies, discomfort, or need to readjust. It's a winner for any dance, barre, pilates, yoga, and strength workout. The fit is true to size as well. — Brittany Smith, associate editor ($108, mpgsport.com)

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2. Seamless Full-Length Bodysuit by Tory Sport

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Real talk: If I could wear this bodysuit every day, I would. The problem with most jumpsuits is that you need to feel fan-freaking-tastic to rock them unselfconsciously—you can't rely on high-waisted tights and a flowy tank to hide your mid-afternoon bloat. Tory Sport has solved that problem with its Seamless Full-Length Bodysuit. For one, the colors, patterns, and fit are flattering for a variety of heights and body types. The triangular colorblocking at the sides creates a diamond in the center and back that draw the eye, while the royal blue striping along the legs gives the illusion of longer limbs. The navy colorway also proves you don't need to choose black for a slimming option.

As for performance, this bodysuit is the most versatile of any I tested. It met my low-, mid-, and high-intensity workout demands from a bodyweight session to bootcamp class, spin to sprint workout. As the name implies, the garment is almost free of seams and designed using body mapping technology to bolster the knit in areas where you need support and offer added breathability in hot spots. I added a sports bra underneath during boxing (jumping rope...enough said), and I love that it didn't take away from the bodysuit's aesthetics. — B.S. ($148, torysport.com)

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3. Active Training Explosive Bodysuit by Puma

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As a woman who generally rocks tights and a tee to the gym, I was hesitant of stepping out of my comfort zone...especially with a onesie. But Puma's Active Training Explosive Bodysuit was the perfect solution to my bodysuit blues, because it looks like a two-piece set. In reality, the mesh top (with its Y-shaped open back) is connected to the tights, which I felt made for a more confident workout. My shirt wasn't flying up during mountain climbers and my tights weren't sliding down. The loose top allows for a good amount of air flow—but unlike many other bodysuits, it doesn’t eliminate the need for a sports bra.

While the tights are full-length, they don’t exactly move with your body. The fabric slid up and down over my calves, which could be because the upper half was pulling the bottom. It wasn't uncomfortable, per se, but it was definitely distracting. Overall, this is the perfect one-piece for those who need a little encouragement when it comes to taking fashion risks at the gym, even if it's not the best for high-impact workouts. — Jackie Friedman, photo editor  ($90, puma.com)

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4. Strata Silverstone Unitard by Outdoor Voices

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Outdoor Voices labels the Strata Silverstone Unitard as having a "limber fit" that "bounces back," and I couldn't agree more. I typically wear a medium, but the small fit exactly as it should. The legs weren't constricting; the straps didn't dig; the crotch wasn't too high or too low, and I never had to readjust. The fabric has great weight to it (no peek-a-boo fabric at the bum). There are no seams at the back, and any seams along the legs and waist were undetectable during abs work, bodyweight workouts, and yoga. And while you might shy away from the oatmeal colorway in fear of looking a bit like a toddler in a onesie, fear not: the bodysuit is very flattering. I tied a flannel or a knitted long-sleeve around my waist when I was out and about to break up the monochromatic look.

In terms of performance, the keyhole feature at the back wasn't too wide to cause bulging, and the straps didn't restrict movement during overhead lifts and stretches. I found the shelf bra to be supportive (up to a C cup) for low- to medium-impact activity. I love how smooth the fabric felt against my skin, and the polyester/Spandex blend was really conducive to movement. The only downside: While the heather texture helps hide sweat, the sweat will still be visible. Then again, if you're wearing this in hot yoga or a lifting session, you're there to sweat—so it doesn't take away from the garment, in my opinion. — B.S. ($95, outdoorvoices.com)

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5. Mirror BreatheLux Bodysuit by Under Armour

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Slip on this Mirror BreatheLux bodysuit from Under Armour and instantly feel like an athlete. With a next-to-skin fit that slims without squeezing and a super-soft yet durable fabric, this one-piece is ready to take on any workout—whether that's a spin class, long run, or total-body circuit.

The all-black fabric is not only slimming, but also wears well. It doesn’t reveal sweat and it dries extremely fast (which is handy if you’re doing something like hot yoga or a high-intensity session). And thanks to its supportive fit, you might not even need to wear a sports bra underneath, depending upon your cup size, comfort level, and workout intensity. — Erin Alexander, editorial assistant ($149.99, underarmour.com)

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6. Ready 2 Rock Jumper by Asics

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Just as the name suggests, this Ready 2 Rock Jumper from Asics is ready to move with you during a workout—or a rave. With an embossed back and side panels, along with a sleek gold zipper down the back, this bodysuit has chic details that'll make you stand out at the gym for something other than your stellar lifting form.

Style aside, this bodysuit is totally functional: Its front pleats allow for ease of movement, while the thick straps and high neckline offer full coverage (great if you're a little more modest). That said, you’ll probably want to wear a sports bra underneath to keep everyone fully supported. — E.A. ($78, asics.com)

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7. The Uni Bodysuit by Manduka

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Manduka's Uni Bodysuit is ideal for those super-sweaty hot yoga sessions that would typically leave your clothes feeling soggy and uncomfortable. The nylon/Lycra blend is nice and stretchy with more of a cotton feel, as opposed to some of the more slippery performance fabrics with which other bodysuits are designed. The double criss-cross detailing at the upper and mid back is flattering without restricting movement or digging in when you lie down. Plus, the open back in tandem with the capri length make a world of a difference in heated studios. The dark olive color also masks sweat well, and is a welcomed change-up from black.

The seams running down the front from bust to hips create a slimming silhouette, and the U-shaped neckline goes a long way in making this bodysuit flattering. A double-layer gusset ensures the fabric isn't see-through when you down-dog or squat. Plus, the shelf bra offers light support—so strength classes get the green light, but high-intensity ones like boxing and running will need some added reinforcement if you're bigger than a B-cup. It also runs true to size. — B.S. ($128, manduka.com)

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8. Seamless Criss Cross Ankle Bodysuit by Ivy Park

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To my surprise, Ivy Park's Seamless Criss Cross Ankle Bodysuit stayed in place through every yoga flow. That could be because it's skin-tight, which helped with support. But I did feel the amount of cleavage it exposed during inversions to be a little uncomfortable (something to note for women with fuller busts). The bodysuit regulated sweat and kept me comfortable (well, as comfortable as can be expected). I didn’t feel soaked when I put my sweater on and walked home. It worked perfectly for Pilates on a reformer, too. Everything stayed in place—even when contorting and extending my legs overhead. I did get some looks in the gym, but that's expected since yoga, pilates, and barre lend themselves to more fashionable getups. There was only a tiny bit of ride-up during squatting, but that’s fairly common for the exercise. The bodysuit also passed the transparency test. If you're looking to meet someone and grab a date at the gym, wearing this jumpsuit definitely won't hurt. — Martha Upton, editorial intern ($75, six02.com)

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9. Seamless Bodysuit by Reebok

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As far as bodysuits go, this seamless one-piece from Reebok is as soft and comfortable as they come—just reserve it for low-intensity workouts. Perfect for yoga sessions (especially hot yoga) or lounging around, its high neckline and breathable, stretchy fabric provide light support and coverage without making you feel constricted. If you’re bigger than an A cup and plan on moving around a bit, though, you definitely need to wear a sports bra underneath. It'll throw off the stunning plunging back a bit, though, so we recommend sticking to barre, yoga, and Pilates. With thoughtful details (the names of different yoga poses are knitted into the fabric) and a flexible fit, this is a bodysuit you can catch us in any time of the day—or night. Just note: It runs small, so go up a size.— E.A. ($75, reebok.com)

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10. Harvest Yoga All In One by Sweaty Betty

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Sweaty Betty's Harvest Yoga All In One bodysuit boasts some of the most luxurious fabric in which I've worked up a sweat. The fit is true to size and and seamless throughout—except the bust has a little extra space. The mesh criss-crossing detail at the back is very feminine, though the straps that connect the front of the bodysuit with the meshing tend to twist a bit, which can become irritating. I enjoyed the mesh detailing at the neckline, thighs, and calves. They offer some visual intrigue, but also serve to release some pent-up heat. If you're lifting or back-squatting, the mesh backing will become bothersome, so I'd stick to yoga, pilates, and barre. This is also available in a bright royal blue that'll definitely help you stand out. — B.S. ($145, sweatybetty.com)

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