#like ohhh my sweet boy you used to fit in the palm of my hand and now you’re so big and chunky and big. Good heavens

[ratcandy]

I gotta stop raising animals from babyhood man I get too emotional seeing them get big . I’ve been cooing over Whisk all morning because she’s so big now and so fuzzy she used to be so small size of my fingernail and now she’s BIGGER than quarter-sized and she’s STILL got so much growing to do (she’ll eventually be about the size of my palm) and ohhhh ohh my sweet baby. My darling thing. My everything

[yoshkeii]

Ushijima Wakatoshi hcs!

࿐ character: Ushijima Wakatoshi

࿐ genre: sfw, nsfw

࿐ requested by: a lovely supportive friend <3

⌦ sfw first, nsfw last

⌦ Nsfw includes, top-dom!ushijima, sub-bottom!reader. Continue at your own risk.

A/N: i simp for this man. i actually simp for a lot of characters its unbelievable. but this one. this man. yeah. again, kinda self-indulgent like my tsukii one- im sorry,,

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★彡 Since we all know how Ushijima talks in the anime, he probably doesn't have the best social cues. When being in a relationship with him it might be difficult for him to break through that barrier of communication. He might say things along "will you teach me?", "was that good?", and stuff along those lines. So its your job to show him the ropes! It's a up and down hill path but Ushijima will do it to make the relationship last long and anything to see that little adorable smile on your face.

★彡 Honestly some nicknames he will have for you might derive from plants and nature. Such as "Honey(comb), Pumpkin, Sprout, Fern, Clover," but the classic nicknames that are normal to relationships would be "Babe/Baby, Prince, Love, Beautiful/Handsome," etc~ He likes to stick with the planty ones since he believes it fits someone smaller than him.

★彡 Will definitely take advantage of your size difference (depending on your height, yknow when yknow. i myself is like 5'3/5'4 so i feel the short pain.)

★彡 Like he will ruffle your hair which always ends up getting messed up, he will pick you so fucking easily like you weigh nothing to him, definite big spoon cause he always loves to wrap his arms arounds you since he noticed how safe it makes you feel, comparing and teasing about your hand sizes too is a common occurrence. Just his palm against yours. Sometimes you guys mess around with the flashlights on your phone to create hand-shadows and you always try to adjust your hand for your shadow to be Ushijima's size. He chuckles at the adorable attempt too.

★彡 Continuing on the size difference, he will let you sit on his lap as he watches you do whatever infront of him. No matter if its just scrolling through social media, watching videos, watching you play games, a movie, a video call? He's there. Sometimes will silently nuzzle his face into your hair, neck, shoulder or the crook between your shoulders. If he's feeling like it, he might also plant a surprise kiss on your neck or shoulder. It sends a quick jolt and shiver down your spine whenever he does because it's so unlikely-

★彡 OKAY BUT- the thought of jealous Ushijima would not be common thing knowing how calm and composed this man is, but he is also not good at describing nor showing emotions. But- Him catching you wearing someone else's jersey, hoodie, or jacket might flip that switch. He would just brush it off at first after awhile, before he slowly breaks. Giving you his own clothing in the end, which always ends up oversized based on how this dude is built. This would honestly be the only chance or time you will see this man be jealous its kinda scary- like- Ushijima are you okay honey?

★彡 Ushijima isn't the one to be into nicknames too much, but when you call him by the given nicknames you have for him... ohhhhhhh maaaaan its gives him butterflies. And generally he can't understand feelings too well so he wouldn't know how to deal with it and maybe overthink it- Please comfort him if it goes to far- He'll need it-

★彡 Like the Tendou chapter, you would most likely be closer to Tendou since Ushi and him are close anyways! You'll also have decent relationships with the team and maybe act like the motherly type to them to keep those boys in check. Goshiki may awkwardly talk to you to see if he needs to be in a relationship to be the new ace yada yada (lil baby looking up to your husbando though is cute-)

★彡 Ushijima may not be the best at social cues, but ohhh man this dude can be poetic as hell unintentionally. He has his ways of setting up words and his surprisingly sets of word choices astonish you at some point, and of course you get confuse sometimes- Understanding poems can be hard as hell okay??

★彡 When seeing you stressed or overwhelmed with any situation, he'll bring you into a hug for who knows how long. Just him seeing you like that devastates him, same goes for a single tear coming from your face will make this man go in his overprotective mode. He'll rub your back or head to calm you down, some specks of kisses along your face and maybe your arms too. He doesn't let his hand wander anywhere else when cuddling either so you are in safe hands with this man everytime he has his arms around you. They are just like safe warm walls bro.

★彡 He's the type who will keep attention on the smallest of details about you. He'll buy you small things like stickers, utensil, items, etc that you thought were cute when browsing or something. Ushijima likes to hear about your interests and thoughts because he loves to see you nerd out over passionate topics, and sometimes he'll just doze off and just stare at your face as you talk. Admiring you so fucking much, he's just softly smiling at you till you ask "what Toshi-?"

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★彡 Most of your passionate moments always start with kisses. They are usually or might as well always be slow, soft and passionate. He'll try his best to ask for consent in the most intimate or romantic way possible, with just a soft reply or the brush of his thumb on your bottom lip. Or he might aswell just stare at you till you say sumn-

★彡 He's not the type for PDA, since he personally thinks it should be behind doors and walls. So if you do anything that will.. yknow... flip a switch in this man. He'll try to keep composure n calmness till both of you are in a private spot, this man will kabedon or pin you against the wall and smother you with love n affection. At this point, he can't keep his hands to himself and often wanders which is unusual for him. So do things wisely or are you just a lover for punishment.

★彡 Some kinks this man will have: definite daddy/captain kink, degrading/praising (depends on his mood or how you are acting in the.. act-), extreme dirty talk, overstimulation maybe?, honestly can be into BDSM or sumn along the line, little bit of foreplay too.

★彡 You definitely know this man can get hella rough and strong while doing it. Which he of course uses it as an advantage because he's a fucking huge ass dom. Try to take control at least once, he'll do an uno reverse card on you and have you begging moments later. Even if you're on top, he still has control. He'll use his strong grip to pull you down or to make you move how he wants you too, His grip is so strong, it leaves nail marks in your hips n thighs that make you complain to him about it. But Ushijima just will look at you with no regret.

★彡 Ushijima uses his voice to his biggest advantage aswell. He knows he can rile you up with just a deep husk of his voice, especially when he speaks in your ear. His hot breath brushing against as he speaks sweet nothings to demanding whispers only you can hear. It just makes you melt and submit to him like magic, and he adores that to the max. He'll also might bite your ear as a tease too-

★彡 He's very demanding in bed. Ordering you around. Him being a very serious person outside of the room follows him into the bed.

★彡 Favorite place to do it? Just in the private walls of eachother's home or dorms.

★彡 Favorite position? He has a few selected one, but him carrying you will messing your insides up against a wall... yeah that one.

★彡 He loves, loves seeing your face during the act. He'll just stares at you with a cocky smirk (no pun intended) as he continues.

★彡 Ushijima may be rough, but he's a king at aftercare. He loves to treat you so well after the act with cuddles, kisses, a possible bath or shower, massages. Anything to calm you down. Usually its just cuddles, seeing you ontop of his chest practically about to fall asleep. Knowing you are listening to his heartbeat and breathing, its a beautiful sight to him. If you are cuddling on your side, he'll softly pat your head and rub your back as you dose off to sleep before he falls asleep himself afterwards.

★彡 Motivation can vary, but he loves seeing you wear anything that shows your bare legs. Especially those thighs. Yes another thigh man. Just some high-thigh socks, tights, fitted sweatpants, anything that shows your curves n legs gets him rearing to go.

[fangirlxwritesx67]

Love You Like This

When The Rain Washes You Clean: the Sam Winchester x Rowena MacLeod Love Story, continued Prologue: Closer Chapter 1: So You Wanna Play With Magic Chapter 2: Love You Like This

Sam x Rowena, platonic side of grumpy Dean, 2100 words Sex, sexytimes, more sex AN: So I’ve done this story before, kinda, as a Sam x Reader, in Like Art, Like Fire, but in that one the mirror was a happy accident, and the reader was so self-conscious that she really had a hard time enjoying it. I wanted to write something with a woman who is fully conscious of her beauty. Thanks @there-must-be-a-lock​ and @mskathywriteswords​ for the read

*** 

Rowena wanted to plan a surprise for Sam. 

A standing full-length mirror, that was easy enough to order on Amazon. More candles, as she loved nothing more than to light them all at once and bask in their flickering glow. It was beautiful, but she did tend to burn through them quickly that way. And another tapestry to add to the eclectic collection that covered the bare walls of her bedroom. 

Then she found a beautiful robe, cobalt blue with peacock feathers all around the hem and gold stitched trim. It looked luxurious, and she deserved nice things, so she bought that too.

She had it all shipped to the Men of Letters bunker. She planned to contact Sam with an excuse, a need for a book that was in their library, or some other easily believable thing. Anything to get her near to him, close enough to work her wiles on him.

Rowena miscalculated the timing of the delivery. Instead of texting Sam that she would be dropping by, he texted her. 

Did you get the address wrong on your latest online order?

No, I ordered a few things to be delivered there. Surprises, for next time I saw you. 

Oh it was a surprise, all right. Dean is fuming. You’d better get over here and deal with this. 

Rowena ordered a driver, taking just enough time to pack her bags. She arrived at the bunker rather more quickly than she had planned, just as dusk fell.

Dean was waiting at the foot of the stairs, a scowl like thunder on his face. “What part of ‘secret bunker’ do you not understand, woman? The delivery driver has been here at least three times.”

He stepped back, sweeping one arm in the direction of the map table, laden with packages. “Also, what is all this crap? How many dresses and shoes do you need?” 

She lifted her chin defiantly. “Not all of us want to wear the same flannel all the time. But this isn’t all for me.” She looked past Dean to where Sam stood, filling the doorway. He shook his head with a look of fond tolerance on his handsome face. 

��Samuel,” she cooed. “Carry these things back to my room?” 

“That, too.” Dean spoke up. “Since when do you have a room here?”

She gave him her best simpering smile. “A lady needs a place to keep her things.”

“You have plenty of those, that’s damn certain.” He huffed, waving a hand at his brother’s armload of boxes.

“And after all, I cannot always be sleeping in Sam’s bed.” She swept out of the room, leaving Dean speechless.

***

Rowena coaxed Sam to stay while she opened them, although she tucked certain boxes away. It took little effort on her part to convince him that he should put the standing mirror together for her. 

While he was occupied, she carefully placed a selection of beautiful candles amidst the ones already arrayed around the room and lit them, old and new together, filling the room with a wash of warm golden light.

Sam was bent over the mirror, his gaze directed to the floor. While he was distracted, she slipped off her traveling clothes and cloaked herself in her new robe. As she tied the sash around her narrow waist, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over Sam’s lowered shoulder. 

Her robe was perfect, silky against her skin as she traced the fine gold embroidery with one manicured nail. In the candle light, her pale skin was luminous, her hair a waterfall of fiery curls against the deep blue and purple cloth.

“I don’t know why you need another mirror,” he scoffed as he fastened the last screw. “How much can you look at yourself?”

She stood behind him, watching her reflection as she draped the fabric clinging just so over her curves and waited for him to notice. When he finally sat up, he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. His eyes went wide with surprise and he huffed out a deep breath. 

“I don’t know, Samuel.” She let the robe fall open around her breasts. For a moment he was still, transfixed, his gaze locked on hers. “Are you tired of looking at me?”

“Never.” Finally he turned and sat down on the bed, gathering her in his arms as their lips met passionately. For a long moment they enjoyed rediscovering one another, hands roaming one another’s bodies as they kissed, full and deep.

“So the mirror was just a pretense then?” Sam murmured.

Rowena threw back her head and laughed. “Oh my sweet boy. No, the mirror is part of the gift.” 

She looked back over her shoulder as she shrugged the robe a little lower. His gaze followed her eyes. 

“Oh.” He blushed endearingly and then reached for the dark silk, whisking it off to unveil her bare form. “So beautiful.” He murmured before his lips closed over hers again. 

She kept her head turned, showing off her profile and following his every move. Her skin prickled under his touch as his hands roamed her body. His palms were warm and strong, skimming down her ribs and into the dip of her waist before caressing the curve of her hips and caressing her buttocks. His lips strayed slowly from her mouth to the angle of her jaw, down her neck to her breasts, pressing a trail of hot kisses over her freckles before he took her nipple in his mouth. 

She moaned softly and reached for him,  laid a hand on the base of his neck and felt his pulse jump under her touch.  Wordlessly, she undid the first two buttons of his plaid shirt. He pulled back just enough to stand up and quickly shed his clothes.

When they were bare before one another, he settled back at the end of the bed, pulling her onto his lap for more heated kisses. After a moment he directed her to turn around.

“I want to see you, my queen.” 

She had been waiting for him to ask. He knelt, and she straddled his knees, her back pressed into the solid muscular warmth of his chest. She looked in the mirror as he slipped his fingers between her legs. She watched herself breathe harder, watched his eyes light up, as he rocked into her slowly. 

She met his gaze as her lips trembled. She gripped his arm with one hand, and pressed the other down lower, lacing her fingers in with his where he was touching her, so they were stroking together. He began to thrust, and she moved with him, matching the way his body and hers fit together, as he was filling her and fingering her and working her over so perfectly. Her orgasm built gradually, like a rolling wave in a lazy summer sea.

She smiled, seeing a soft peach flush rise over the pale freckled skin of her breasts, towards her neck. She didn’t look away even when her mouth dropped open in a soft moan, when the wave of her orgasm finally crested over her with a wash of pleasure. 

She let her head drop back against Sam’s shoulder, sinking into his strong embrace, riding the sweet high of their bodies together. 

“Look at you,” Sam said, cupping her chin in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. When she lifted her eyes to his face in the mirror, his eyes were dark with lust. 

“You gorgeous little peacock. You’re so vain, you’re still posing in front of the mirror even when you come.” He shook his head, chestnut hair falling into his face. “Wanna make you come so hard you forget yourself, wanna watch you fall apart.”

“Ohhh…” Before she could say any more, he spoke again. 

“Elbows on the bed.” His tone was steel and brooked no argument. She shivered in anticipation.

His hands settled around her waist, bracketing her hips in a firm grasp. He slid one hand up her ribs, ghosting over the curve of her breast, pressing her down into the mattress as she bent over the bed. His touch grazed her collarbone before he tightened his grip around her shoulder and began to rock his hips again.

“Hold on,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned over her. “Don’t come until I say.” 

She whimpered at the burning stretch as he filled her even more completely. His next thrust was deep, and she moaned as he hit that sweet spot inside of her. 

Sam was relentless in pleasuring her, pinning her down and pounding into her. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, desperate and grasping. She gasped and swore, begging to no avail. 

He kept telling her to wait, letting her orgasm build again until the tension was almost painful, until her whole body shook with the effort of holding back. Her words ran together into a stream of incoherent nonsense, her breath coming in ragged sobs. 

His fingers dug into her shoulder as he hauled her upright. His arm crossed her ribs, holding her back against him like a band of steel. His other hand slipped over her hip, low over her stomach, fingers brushing between her legs again as he pressed in with the heel of his palm.

“Sam!” she cried his name.

“Yes,” was the only thing she heard before she let go, coming in a rush of hot fluid all over his hand and their intertwined legs. 

He shuddered, and moaned, throbbing inside her as he finally gave in too. The feel of him set off a ripple of aftershocks through her, and when they finally settled, they were both breathing hard.

“Look at you now,” Sam said, his tone proud and satisfied.

In the mirror, she was a shameless mess. Mascaraed tears tracked her cheeks, her lips were bitten and puffy, and knotted curls stuck to her shoulders with sweat.  She could already see the marks of Sam’s fingers, bruises rising against the freckles on her skin. Her mouth was open, her eyes wet, and she was almost limp in his embrace. 

She drew in a deep shaky breath and let her eyes flutter closed again as she relaxed back against his chest. He embraced for a moment before he lifted her, easing her off his lap to lie back against the pillows piled at the head of the bed. 

He spoke as he covered her body with caresses and kisses.  “I’ve never seen you so beautiful, all wrecked and wanton. Love you like this, love to watch you come undone for me.”

She reached for him but he rolled away, off the bed, and walked on unsteady legs to the sink. He came back with a basin of warm water and a washcloth. She watched again in the mirror as his hands roamed her body, cleaning and soothing her, caring with every touch. 

Before long, she turned away again, not because she was ashamed of how she looked; she was proud of the two of them and how perfectly they enjoyed their bodies together. She turned away because if she looked at him for one more moment, she felt like she would melt. The look on his face, the love in his eyes, was so blindingly bright. Raw and vulnerable as she was, she ached to see him.  

When he was cleaned up too, he discarded the water and cloth, and spread a clean towel over the end of the bed before handing her the discarded peacock robe. She sat up and looked at him, not in the mirror, but full in the face. His eyes were wide, his face soft and a little flushed. 

She met his gaze openly, for as long as she could, then she took his hand and tugged him gently onto the bed. He stretched out and she curled up against him, running her fingertips lazily over his face as he wrapped her in his arms. He tipped her chin up with one hand for a kiss and she hummed in soft satisfaction. 

“Was the surprise worth it?” she murmured teasingly. 

She felt Sam chuckle, low in his throat. “Order whatever you want for us to enjoy like this. With or without your peacock finery, you’re the most beautiful woman, and I love you just like this.” 

He slipped a hand into the folds of her robe, around her waist to hold her close. 

She was still smiling, smug and sated, as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.  *** SPN First Last and Always: @boondoctorwho​ @dawnie1988​ @deanwanddamons​ @defenderrosetyler​ @defenderrosetyler​ @emoryhemsworth​ @fookinghelljensensthighs​ @idreamofplaid​ @kalesrebellion​ @kickingitwithkirk​ @maddiepants​ @magssteenkamp​ @onethirstyunicorn​   @the-chocolate-moose  @there-must-be-a-lock​ @tloveswriting​ Sam Girl For Life: @awesomesusiebstuff​ @lilsylvia​ @winchesterxfamilybusiness​ Rowena My Queen: @delightfullykrispypeach​ @lilsylvia​ @marril96​​ @pansexualdarling @songofthecagedmoose​

[gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights]

(Not a new fic, I just keep forgetting to officially post this one here)

Rating: T

Summary:  Ladybug's suit doesn't have any arch support. Luckily, she has a supportive partner who can help.

Word Count:  2262

Notes: Breaking my usual silly reveal fic brand for some ladynoir fluff.  Inspired by lnc2’s tumblr post: https://gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights.tumblr.com/post/190301790972/lnc2-lnc2-chat-noir-has-boots-but-what-about

Please ignore the fact that I may be misinterpreting Mister Bug and Lady Noire’s costume designs as well, it’s vaguely plot relevant lol

XXX

Long-distance akumas were the worst. She and Chat had swung, vaulted, and ran all the way across Paris to catch Cyclone, an akumatized cyclist upset he’d lost his place in the Tour de France.  A very very fast cyclist, thanks to Hawkmoth’s assistance.

“I think we should switch kwamis again,” Marinette grumbled as she dropped down to sit on the roof, her legs dangling off the side like the deadweight they were.  

“You know if you ever want to wear the clown costume all you have to do is ask.” Chat Noir smirked as he plopped down beside her, one foot resting over his knee. “I doubt I could’ve come up with what you did with the laundry detergent, though. I probably would’ve just asked for a jet pack. Or a motorcycle. Ooh, or maybe—”

“The Lucky Charm doesn’t work like that.”

“Maybe not for you. Maybe I just know what I want.” He leaned into her space, and it looked like he might have been wiggling his eyebrows, but it was hard to tell under his mask.

Marinette bit back a laugh and pushed him back by the nose. “Nice try.  I know exactly what I want in that regard, kitty.”

That statement was… not quite as true as it used to be.  She knew she was after blond hair and soft green eyes, after someone who was kind and sweet and selfless.  But before she’d realized it, the model smiles and loose t-shirts in her dreams were joined by teasing smirks and tight leather.

...But it was just because she spent so much time with Chat, that’s all.  For all the distance she’d tried to keep, it was hard to resist getting closer to him.  He was her best friend.

“The akuma right has nothing to do with it though,” she went on before she could fall down that rabbit hole again. “Well I guess it does a little. Sort of. I mean—I want your boots.”

Chat blinked. “I don’t think they’d fit you, Bug.”

“I mean,” she huffed, gesturing to her own suited feet, “I have no arch support whatsoever. The miraculous cure might fix the akuma’s damage, but I’m still left with two slabs of pain hanging at the end of my legs.”

They had (separately) dropped their transformations to feed their kwamis before suiting up again, but that hadn’t eased her aching feet either.  She was still really, really not looking forward to making it all the way back home. 

“Let me get this straight,” Chat said with a stifled snicker, “you want to borrow Plagg so your transformation will give you real shoes.”

“Hey, I’d like to see you run around my suit and not complain.  And your Mister Bug transformation doesn’t count.  Tikki gave you boots.”  She crossed her arms.  

He leaned back on his palms and smirked.  “Careful, Bugaboo.  I’m flattered you’re jealous of me, but green really isn’t your color.”

She shoved his arm, sending him flopping back on the roof with a laugh.

“I regret asking.  You keep the clown costume.”

He tucked his hands behind his head before flashing a wink.  “You just know you’d miss seeing me in black leather.”

“You’re impossible, you know that?”  She rolled her eyes, which kept her gaze from where Chat was stretched out, practically begging to be stared at.  She’d hate for her expression to prove him right.

“Im-paw-ssible, you mean.”  He gave a lopsided grin.  Yep, she could just focus on that, and not the way he was lounging like he was attempting to recreate one of Adrien’s model poses… and succeeding…

(Even best friends weren’t supposed to stare at each other like that, were they?)

His voice snapped her out of ogling him.  “If your feet really hurt, though, there’s always something else you could ask.”

“I already tried.”  She sighed.  If nothing else, the pain in her feet was also a good distraction from her unfairly attractive partner.  “Tikki can’t change the suit at this point.  Not unless I can drastically change how I see myself, but I can’t perform the mental gymnastics to pull that off.”

“I wasn’t talking about Tikki.”  He sat up abruptly and held out his hand.  “You know I’ll support you, even if your footwear won’t.”

Her nose scrunched.  “Sorry, Chat, but I don’t think moral support is going to heal my feet.”

“I didn’t mean moral support.  Foot massage, no strings attached.  For my partner who carries the whole world on her shoulders without even an insole.”

He beamed at her, as if rubbing her stinky, sweaty feet would be a favor to him.  

She shook her head.  “You really don’t have to, Chat.  My feet are disgusting.”  Especially after dashing across Paris all afternoon.  Her soles had to be caked in grit from every street in the city. 

“You could never disgust me, my Lady.”  He grinned dopily.  It should be illegal for him to show that kind of adoration with just a smile.  It was getting harder and harder to remember why she kept rejecting her partner.

Because you’re still in love with Adrien.  Because she couldn’t give Chat the kind of unwavering devotion he already showed her.  And because he didn’t deserve anything less.

...But he did offer the foot rubs with no strings attached.  With the way her feet were throbbing, to turn him down would be nothing but an act of pride.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She kicked her feet up into his lap.  The suit protected her from the rough concrete and debris her feet were constantly exposed to, but the magical fabric barely dulled the soft touch of her partner’s hands.  All things considered, they’d shared weirder touches—they’d been tied up and tangled together more times than she could count at this point—but something about his soothing ministrations felt more intimate than she expected.  Maybe she’d just expected him to play a prank and tickle her, but this…

“If I would’ve known you’d do this, I would have asked you ages ago.”  Her voice was a little breathless as she laid back perpendicular to him.  His thumbs continued to massage heavenly patterns into the arch of her foot.

“So you’ll admit my hands are good for something besides using Cataclysm?”  His voice was teasing, but she didn’t care. Her foot had never felt this good. How much pain had built up there over the weeks and months of akuma fights?  

More importantly, how could she convince Chat to make this a regular thing?

“Yes,” she breathed.  “Where did you learn how to do this?  You have a side job as a masseuse?”

He chuckled but kept up the motion of his magical hands.  “Old friend, actually.  She always found ways to make me give her foot rubs when we were younger.”

“Lucky girl,” Marinette murmured, her eyes slipping closed.  He moved his attention to her other foot, working his way up from her heel towards her toes.  If this was how good Chat was with her feet…

Nope, nope, she was not letting that train of thought out of the station.

“Don’t worry, LB, your feet are much cuter than hers.”

“Please tell me you don’t have a weird thing for feet,” she blurted, apparently having lost her filter to his hands.

He just laughed, though.  “Only yours,” he said, and then she felt something soft press to the top of her big toe.

“Chat!”  She sprung upright to see him winking again before pulling his lips back from her foot.  “Gross!  You don’t know where that’s been!”

That only made him laugh harder—so hard he was actually gasping for breath.  “Your face!”

She snapped her jaw shut, only then realizing how dumbly she’d been gaping.  “You kissed my foot!  What did you expect me to do?”

“I kiss your hand all the time.”  He shrugged, his grin turning sly.  “So unless you have a thing for feet…”

“Oh my gosh, Chat, shut up.”  She covered her blushing cheeks, mostly just disappointed that there was no way she could both keep her dignity and ask him for another foot massage.

“I wouldn’t tell.  I’d give you alllll the foot rubs you want.”

“Tempting,” she muttered.

“Hmm?  What was that?”

She glared out from between her fingers, but couldn’t tell from his teasing grin if he’d actually heard her or not.

“I was just wondering,” she said, beginning to spin a plan in her mind.  “Foot massages aren’t that hard, really. Of course you’d be good at them.”

His grin fell to a pout.  “What are you getting at?”

“I mean, a real challenge would be giving a good neck and shoulder massage.  It takes a strong enough touch to ohhhhhhhh…”

She was gone.  He’d moved to kneel behind her, his fingers angled to keep his claws from pricking her as he dug into the knots that had been afflicting her for ages.  Anxiety and tension unraveled under the circular motions of his thumbs.

“What was that, Bugaboo?”  He whispered near her ear, sending shivers down her spine—shivers that he could probably feel, considering his hands had moved closer together to massage between her shoulderblades.

“You’re… terrible.”  

“Mm-hm.  I guess I should just stop, then—”

“Don’t you dare.”

Gone, gone, gone.  And from her quick response, he had to know it too.

His hands paused for half a second before starting again.

“As my Lady wishes,” he purred.

He didn’t hold back.  His fingers dug deep into muscles tight from use, pressing hard enough to make her wince at times.  But it still felt like heaven.  Why was she not dating this boy, again?

Bad Marinette, she told herself.  You can’t date your partner just to take advantage of his back rubs.  Or the fact that he’s hot.  Or the fact that he would literally die for you, and has proved so on several occasions.

Or the fact that he’s madly in love with you.  Can’t forget that.

Those reasons were not listed in order of importance, but they were rather compelling.  Particularly with his touch melting away her more rational objections.

She wasn’t sure how long it was (not long enough) when his hands finally stilled, resting with his thumbs gently brushing the curve of her shoulderblades.

“What do you say?  Did I pass the test?”  He asked, sounding a little self-conscious now.

Test of what?  Seeing if he could turn her into a puddle?  The answer to that was a definite yes, but she’d prefer to keep that information confidential for at least a little longer.

“Y-yeah.  Thanks, kitty.”  

Her skin missed his warmth as he drew back.

“Anytime, Bugaboo.”  

It sounded like he really was willing to let that be the end of that.  No strings attached.  But—

“I still owe you,” she said, tucking her legs under her and turning to face him.

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” he replied with a chuckle.  “You never do like to accept help, even from me.  Or maybe it’s especially from me…”

“That’s not it.”  She shook her head, scooting closer.  Was that really what he thought?  “We’re partners, Chat.  I just don’t want to take more than I give.”

“You give me plenty, Ladybug.”  His voice turned serious as his hand inched towards hers, before coming to rest on the concrete roof just a centimeter away.  “Just getting to spend time with you outside of fighting akumas is a treasure.  I wouldn’t ask for anything more than that.”

Despite his usual outrageous flirting, she knew that was true.  If she ever wanted him to stop, he would.

But she’d never wanted him to.  Maybe because she knew deep down, she’d been falling for him all along.

“Hmmmm.”  She looked away, out towards the sunset horizon.  “That’s too bad.”

“Huh?”

A grin tugged at her lips.  “I hear your Lucky Charm gives you exactly what you ask for.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched his expression turn from confusion, to shock, to hope.

“And you… know what I’d ask for, right?”

Her shrug screamed nonchalance.  She could only hope it would cover up the pounding of her heart.  

“I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

Maybe she couldn’t give Chat her whole heart yet.  And maybe part of her was being selfish, worn down by his teasing smiles and melting hands.  But… she had a feeling that if she let down this last barrier, it wouldn’t be long before she was giving him the same smitten look he directed at her now.

“Will you go out with me, my Lady?”  His hands were clasped beneath his chin, his tone practically begging.  It almost made her regret what she was about to say.  But she couldn’t let him off that easy.

“That depends.”  

Her quick reply startled him—but not as much as the soft, slow kiss she pressed to his cheek.  

She decided that she absolutely adored the stunned look on his face, the pink blooming beneath his mask, his golden eyelashes fluttering.  He was still gaping when she tossed one last wink over her shoulder.

“Can you catch me now that my feet are feline good again?”

And he was still gaping when she tossed her yo-yo out to the next roof.

“Ladybug, wait—!”

She was done waiting.  Maybe he had a point about the Lucky Charm—he’d always known what he wanted.  She’d always gotten what she needed.

Finally, it seemed those two things were one and the same.

[puckngrind]

My favorite girl

So this is my first writing...let me know what you think!  

warnings: none really, maybe a swear word or two.

Word count: 2,643 

(edited again 8/29/20)

You met Josh years ago when some friends convinced you to go out to a bar downtown on a weeknight. You realized quickly as you walked into the jam packed bar that several Blue Jackets were guest bartending. While you loved hockey, the thought of pushing your way to the front seemed ridiculous. You spotted an empty corner high top and almost ran towards it not realizing it was already taken. 

 “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you sitting here?” You asked the tall man who was leaning against the table with his drink resting on it, fingers wrapped around the glass. 

 “Um, yeah. Sorta but you can have it if you don’t mind if I keep standing here?” You couldn’t stop staring at his memorizing blue eyes and pink cheeks. The smirk on his face was one of a kind. 

 “Yeah, sure. My friends should be over here in a minute. They went to the bar.” You pointed over to the chaos. 

 “And you didn’t want to go over there, meet the hockey stars?” 

 “It’s not really my thing. I’d rather watch them skate.” You stuck your hand out to shake his. “I’m (y/n) by the way.” He grabbed your hand and told you he was Josh and new to the area. While everyone seemed to have Blue Jacket shirts on you caught a glimpse of the emblem on his golf shirt as he shifted. “So, you like hockey then? I mean is that why you are here?” Josh’s smirk returned to his face and his head tilted to the side like he was trying to formulate an answer. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” Josh stated with a laugh.  Your friends joined, gushing about the new defensive man, Jones, and how nice Boone and Murray were. You introduced them to Josh and kept on the small talk.  You didn’t think you would see him again.

That fall, you were standing in line at Starbucks near the arena.  As you looked at the board debating on what you wanted you could feel someone leaning in behind you.  

“So are you PSL kinda girl?”  The deep laugh and voice sounded familiar.  You turned quickly on your heel ready to tell off the boy who thought you were just a basic midwest girl only to find that sweet face that you shared a table with staring at you with that same smirk on his face.  

“Only usually have one in October.  I don’t have a typical order. And you?  Pumpkin Spice your thing?”  You looked at him waiting for a response. 

“Not exactly.  So (y/n), what are you ordering for us today?”  He asked pointing to the board.  You were shocked he even remembered your name.  You ordered two of one of your go-tos and headed to a table.  He was dressed in Blue Jacket sweats this time and you still didn’t figure out who he was.

“So would you want to plan to hang out on purpose some time?”  Josh asked.

“Like a date?”  The words popped out before you could even stop them.  “Don’t answer that.”

“I meant like friends really.  I don’t have any friends outside of... uh... my job.  Plus you are pretty easy to talk to.”  He looked confused but you thought it was from the embarrassment from your comment.  You slid over your phone to have him put his number in.  You sent him a text with a face palm emoji and this is (y/n).

That was it.  You became best friends with Josh Anderson quickly and he loved that he wasn’t hockey player Josh Anderson when he would come hang out and take over your television and most of your couch.  You would watch all the Bachelor shows together and if he was home in Toronto or on the road you would FaceTime to watch together.  His commentary normally had you laughing so hard you were crying by the end of the show.  He would make fun of you crying while you watched Grey’s Anatomy or the latest Rom-Com that he secretly loved and swore if you told anyone he would stop coming over.  He knew you hated any horror movie so he would torture you with them especially around Halloween which is always his favorite.

Your friendship over the years was comfortable.  His mom frequently spent more time with you than him when she was in town and his siblings would take your spare room if more than one were in town.  Josh fit in with your friends and you somehow fit in with his teammates, even though they still gave you a hard time about not knowing who they were at first without their names and numbers on their backs.

You had been texting and snapping with Josh all day.  He was headed back to Columbus this weekend to get his place in order and start training camp.  You were dancing around the kitchen with the music up way too loud making cookies.  All of a sudden familiar arms wrapped around your waist and raised you off of the ground.  Whispering into your ear almost kissing it, Josh’s voice was strong over the music.  “How’s my favorite girl?  I’ve missed you so much.” You squealed.  Out of being scared half to death and excited that he was standing in your kitchen.  You turned around and slammed your hand to his chest.  

“You scared the hell out of me J!”  You yelled before turning down the music.

He threw his head back and laughed.  He wrapped you into another hug.  “But didn’t you miss me?”  He gave you that smirk you loved.

“I saw you a few weeks ago in Sudbury for Nick’s thing, remember?  And you DID come to Columbus a few times.”  Meeting his eyes with a smirk of your own.  Knowing he wanted a “yes of course” to come out of your mouth.  He reached over your shoulder to stick his finger in your batter and bringing it to his mouth.  

“So what do we have here?  Is my girl making me welcome home cookies?” He sucked the batter off of his finger.  “Ohhh... my favorite.  How’d you know?”  You elbowed him in his side and rolled your eyes.  While the cookies baked you caught up, which seems silly since you talked or texted everyday so catching up really was the same old banter.  You couldn’t help but notice that he kept calling you ‘my girl’ while you frequently used babe and honey and other nicknames over the years, this one was new.  You were always called his girlfriend on social media by fangirls and they would be up in arms with Josh was spotted with another women.  You eventually set your accounts to private to keep the comments from creeping on your page too.  You two didn’t seem to care and he would have you accompany him to events especially if they involved kids or dressing up.  Thing was you never dated and the topic was never discussed.  When you went out it was always with his teammates or your friends to group things like concerts, dinners, and other activities around Columbus.  Normally he would come hang out at your house because (according to Josh) the suburbs were so much quieter and you actually had food in your pantry and fridge.  You were pretty sure it was the entertainment system your brother set up and the fire pit on the patio that he really loved.  Josh was always there.  He would sling his muscular arm around you and pull you into hugs and when you were out he wasn’t more than an arms length away from you.  You were each other’s person.

The cookies were done and ready to be iced.  Josh decided he was going to help you.  Hunched over with his sleeves pushed up he started.  You looked up and saw the face you’ve seen so many times.  The face he made when he was stopped by fans around town or at a team signing event and even when he bought you some skates and re-laced them.  This face of concentration always made you laugh.  Josh’s tongue sticking slightly through his teeth and his eyebrows creased together.

“So, are you ready for the season?  Did your training go well?”  You asked.  He looked up from his focus on the cookies.

“Are you really asking me about my training?  Like you don’t know?  We talk every day (y/n).”  Your face turns red with the look he was giving you.  It was different just like the my girl comments before.  He moves around the island and stands in front of you.  “Why are you asking about my training?”  He was too close for your comfort.  He’d been this close to you countless of times but something was different.

“I... I... I...” words.  Words were not forming in your head because all you could think about was the words my girl that he kept using and the fact that he surprised you.  And you backed up from him towards the hall when you eye caught glimpse of the table by the door.  “Is that for someone?”  Your eyes were wide as you backed up further and pointed at the gorgeous orchid now sitting on your entry table which was not there before.

“Yeah, they are your favorite right?”  He smiles while rubbing the back of his neck.  He quickly brushes past you to grab the potted plant.

“um... yes... how? why? Josh? What?” You could not formulate a full thought to save your life.  The boy you loved to spend every free moment with was acting weird and it made you feel things that you ignored for years.

“(y/n), you okay?  You like it right?”  He looks at you with the face that all the girls at the bars swoon over.  You saw it so many times and he was usually oblivious to the looks he got from girls.

“Josh, yes.  I love it.  But why?”  You ask face the color of a tomato and thoughts cloudy.  

“To show you how much I missed you.  That’s all.  Stop being weird.  Let’s catch up on Bachelor in Paradise okay?”  As he takes your hand and moves towards your living room.  Making himself right at home he pats the seat next to him to encourage you to sit.  

While watching, you slip into your normal ways.  He has your side hurting so much from laughing that you are sure you pulled a muscle.  By the end his hand was on your knee as your feet were tucked under yourself.  You didn’t notice it at first but then you feel the heat from his hand as his rubs against your leggings.

“Let’s head to Forno’s tomorrow for brunch.  I haven’t had it since leaving and not exactly on my diet once the season really starts.”  He kept his focus on the screen and his hand on your knee.

“Oh, yum.  Who’s all going?  Who is back in town?”  You were looking at Josh and not the television.  

“Um, most of the guys are back but I meant just the two of us.  I guess we can invite some of the guys but there is the end of summer party at the Dubinsky’s next weekend and you will see everyone there.”  Still, not looking at you and confident as always when it came to your conversations.  The sometimes shy hockey player Josh Anderson that you saw in interviews was not the same man you had befriended all those years ago.

“Really?  Alone?  The two of us?”  Your voice cracked and he turned his attention to you.

“Is there a problem with us going to brunch alone?  Are you afraid to be out with me in public?  Do I smell or something?”  He sniffed his shirt and then poked you in your side.  You smiled and blushed again.

“I mean we normally don’t go out just the two of us.  And you’ve been... different... today.  Like something is up.”  You poked him back and his face matched yours.  He’s fully facing you now and his hand has moved to your hand while the smirk on his face is hard to read you feel like he is reading you like a book.  A book that Josh has been studying since he landed in Columbus after winning the Calder in Cleveland.

“(y/n), I love you.”  You looked at him and smiled.

“I love you too Josh but what is up?”  Josh stands up quickly from the couch and is now towering over you from where you are sitting.  He starts to pace a little.

“No, no, no.  You aren’t hearing me (y/n).  I fucking love you.  Like want you to be not only my best friend but mine.”  Josh stops and is looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes and flaming red cheeks.  You stand to up next to him and start to talk but he puts his finger to your lips to stop you.  “Look, I know we’ve been friends forever and I love our relationship but I was sitting with Seth in the Bahamas and the only thing I kept thinking was why isn’t (y/n) here.”  You are shocked at what Josh is telling you.

“Josh, that was May right? And...”  He cuts you off again.

“Yes, I know.  I didn’t know what to think about how I felt.  It changes everything.  Even just telling you all this changes everything and the thought of losing you makes me sick.  But here is the thing, I want all of you.  I want to be yours and you mine.  My family already loves you.  I’m pretty sure my mom likes you more than me most days.  Your family is seriously the best and has taken me in for all the holidays that I can’t go home for because of my schedule.  You are my rock.  The place I land.  I missed you so damn much this summer it hurt.  That’s when I realized that this friendship was way more than a friendship to me.  You are my girl.  If you will have me?”  He combs his hand into his hair as he stares at you.  Your best friend just confessed his love for you.  You couldn’t put into words what that meant so you did something better.  Stretching on your tippy toes and cupping his face with your hands you moved closer to him.  Josh takes the cue from you.  He dipped his head down and crashed his soft lips into yours.  His one hand landing on the back of your neck and the other at the small of your back to keep you close to him.

“So, I guess that’s my answer?”  He asks slightly winded.  Smiling at you in a way that made your insides turn to mush.  “So are we making this official?  You are my girl?” He slightly kissed your lips again and loosens his hold of you.

“Yes, J.  I love you too.  But can we keep it off social media for now?”  You batted your eyes at him and he laughs.

“I’m not sure I can keep the guys from telling everyone.  They’ve all heard my pro and con list all summer.  I’m pretty sure they will be more excited than me.”

“More than you eh?” You poke at his rock hard abs and attempt to sound Canadian with your midwest accent.  

“No,  I’m over the moon.”  Josh says as he picks you up and swings your legs around the living room.  He kisses your forehead before putting you down.  “So, Frono’s tomorrow?  When do you want me to pick you up?”  

“How about you just stay?” your eyebrow moves up as you pull Josh towards your bedroom.  Your boy wastes no time sweeping you off your feet and carrying you towards your bed.

[17mounteens]

Hoshi and Jihoon threesome? Omg those two boys don't get much love. Thank you <3

+ soonhoon threesome; Ohhh~ for the Woozi + Hoshi threesome, if you havent decided yet, can you make it that you’re dating Woozi? Something like maybe he’s working in the studio and you go to help him relax and Hoshi comes in while in the middle and then joins in??? I hope this helps ^-^ ♡♡♡

You didn’t have to knock more than twice on the heavy door before it swung open and you hopped inside and immediately gave your boyfriend a comfroting hug. “Since you’re not coming home tonight, I thought I’d come and visit you,” you cheerily said to Jihoon, who sat back down on his working chair as soon as the door closed behind you.

He took his cap off and brushed his hair back, a slight smile tugging his lips. “Thanks,” he said quietly and started clicking his mouse frantically - moving some sound files on the screen.

You had witnessed him working countless of times so you pretty much knew what he was doing and what it meant in the process of making a song.

Fortunately, Jihoon was good at handling stress and every time you asked if he was stressed he emphasized that this was something he enjoyed doing, no matter how stressed he was. But although he didn’t like admitting it, sometimes it did get a little too much, just like tonight.

He had sent you a few messages hours prior, asking how you were and saying that he missed you. This was usually your first sign that he was feeling lonely and needed some relaxing time, or at least someone to support him mentally.

Then, he had sent you a picture of himself, cap covering his eyes and saying that he was feeling tired.

“You know you could just ask me to come there and I would say yes,” you answered to his messages and got on your way to his studio.

You stood behind his chair, letting your hands rest on his shoulders as you watch the mouse cursor move on the bright screen. Without realising, you slowly moved your hands on his shoulders, almost massaging his tight muscles.

“Are you giving me a massage?” Jihoon asked with a chuckle, continuing his fast clicking on the mouse. “Well, now I am,” you answered and started properly massaging his shoulders, applying pressure from your thumb and forefinger.

You continued applying pressure on his tight muscles, your eyes starting to follow his hand clicking on the mouse. You always found his slender fingers so attractive and this time was no different, it was just one of the things that got you a little weak at the knees.

And just when you thought of him making you weak, he let out a soft mewl out of pleasure. You might’ve massaged his shoulders with a little bit too much pressure to emit that noise from him, so you tried to weaken your touch. But after a few moments, he basically moaned, his head tilting back to lean on the chair slightly.

“That feels really nice, sorry.”

You couldn’t answer him immediately. You were so taken aback by the sudden sensual noises he was making, leaving you in a confused state. You kept massaging him for a while and felt your arousal growing every time he made the smallest sound.

“Baby?” you asked softly, sliding your hands down from his shoulders. There was no way you could turn back at this point - you were too turned on by his moans and you were dying to figure out if it had been intentional from him to do so. “Do you want to try something..?”

“What do you have in mind?” He asked with a knowing grin, lifting his hands on yours and letting them slide down from his shoulders with yours. You smiled softly as he turned around in his chair to face you. You pressed a kiss to his lips as you placed your hands on the waistline of his pants, getting on your knees slowly.

“Oh you know,” you answered and shook your head. Almost shaming him for doing this to you. He snickered and bit his lip, he couldn’t deny it. The first sound he had let out had purely been an accident but when he felt your grip tighten on his shoulders when he did let out that noise - he wanted to play with you some more.

And all of a sudden, he was a lot more focused on your reaction than the project he was working on.

“Mind if I take these off?”

“Do it,” he practically whispered, brushing his fingers against your cheeks.

You slid his pants down his legs, his hands finding their way back to your hair, pulling it so that it wasn’t on your way. “Thank you,” he mumbled, his eyes full of energy now which you found relieving. He had seemed so tired when you first came in and you honestly took so much pride in the fact that you could help him relieve some stress.

You nodded softly, slowly sliding your hands down his body, pressed your palm to his member that rested in his boxers, a soft moan escaping from his lips. You looked up at him, pulling his boxers down agonisingly slow to allow his member to spring free.

You slid to properly sit on your knees, running your hands against his thighs as you looked up at him, cheeks flushed as he watched you. You pressed a kiss to his tip, wrapping your hand around his shaft before taking it in your mouth slowly, his moans filling your ears as you closed your eyes.

You took as much of him in your mouth as you could without choking, pumping whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth as you bobbed your head slowly. He wasn’t fully hard yet but you could feel him almost expanding in your mouth every time you bobbed your head down.

“Y/N,” he moaned, his voice almost breaking. “That feels so fucking good…”

You looked up at him, swirling your tongue around his shaft as you continued to bob your head up and down slowly, hollowing your cheeks.

You continued to suck on him slowly, feeling the tip of his member hit the back of your throat as he twitched in your mouth. A few more cuss words escaped his mouth before he surprisingly pulled you up.

You blushed immediately, clearly aware of the saliva all over your mouth, staring at Jihoon with a confused look as he let his hands slide down from your hair to your hands.

“You know what, just get on my lap.”

You gulped audibly at his direct suggestion but felt your core almost screaming for him, your panties nearly drenched in your jeans which were quickly off of you after you agreed to ride him, leaving you in just your skimpy panties.

You straddled his lap as he sat on the black office chair. You rubbed his chest gently, pressing your forehead against his before pressing a soft, delicate kiss to his lips.

You tilted your head softly, deepening the kiss as you felt his hands slide around your waist, tongue massaging yours as he sighed softly into the kiss.

You smirked, your hands slipping under his jumper, dragging your fingertips up and down his chest, before lifting it off, over his head and throwing it next to his keyboard.

You deliberately leaned forward so that your core was rubbing against Jihoon all the time. His hands slipped down to your ass, squeezing it roughly. You gasped into the kiss which gave him the chance to move to softly kiss your neck instead. He bit your skin lightly every now and then, making you mewl under his touch.

Dragging one hand away from your ass, then before you knew what was happening, he was rubbing you through your panties. You needed him so badly at this point. “My fingers could do so much to you…” Jihoon said against your neck, fingertips merely grazing over your clit. “Yes,” you sighed when he applied more pressure. His fingers were magical and you were praying that he would please you with them.

He swiftly twisted his fingers past your panties, teasing your wetness with them. You begged him to put them in you, the wait being so painful. “Anything for my girl,” he mumbled and with his other hand, pushed your hips down a little so he had a better angle and then, inserted two digits into your wetness.

His fingers were cold, the sensation overwhelming you. He soon beganpumping his fingers in and out, curling his fingers every time he went back in and all you could do was to moan and bury your head into the crook of his neck.

“Shit,” Jihoon whispered but this time it didn’t sound like he was saying that out of pleasure. You turned your head quickly to see what was going on and what made him react like that and you quickly noticed Soonyoung leaning against the studio doorframe, the door still slightly open.

You didn’t know what to say or think but Jihoon didn’t seem to stop working you with his fingers either, making your heart beat twice as fast now.

“Are you just going to stand there? You’ve already walked in on us,” Jihoon said to Soonyoung, sounding very casual although his fingers were knuckles deep in you.

“I’m not sure if I understand what you mean Jihoon.”

Jihoon sighed and pulled you a little closer again, making you sink on his fingers a little more, eliciting a whimper from you as your sensitive clit rubbed against his palm as well. “If you’re not going to leave, you might as well join.”

Dirty thoughts started invading Soonyoung’s mind. He imagined you mewling like the way you were now, when his hands would be threaded into your hair and pulling, maybe guiding your mouth on his hard length. He imagined what you might look like in that moment, spread out, ready for him, what your face would look like when you came.

Just the idea of getting the sweet release he had been longing for…

Before he knew it he was making his way to you two, settling behind the chair so that he was facing you. “Are you ready princess?” Soonyoung asked as he unbuttoned his shirt and pushed his hair back. He was clearly more of a almost cheesy type of dirty talked compared to Jihoon but he looked astonishing, almost delicious.

Your weak moan was swallowed by Soonyoung when he swept you into a kiss, his hand on your jaw. His tongue was in your mouth within seconds, and you were hopelessly gripping on Jihoons arms, leaning up into the kiss. He was telling you in every inch of the kiss that he was going to take care of you in the best way, which excited you.

He took it easy at first and Jihoon continued with what he was doing, a smirk spread out on his face. Soonyoungs excitement escalated quickly however, until he had had enough and wanted to touch you. “Jihoon,” you moaned when you felt your orgasm already building up.

“Mmm, not yet?”

You shook your head and tangled your fingers into his hair, keeping eye contact with Soonyoung the whole time. You couldn’t deny that you were ready to see what he could do as well but also you wondered how he would taste.

You soon decided to switch positions since you had been begging Jihoon to just let all of it go and take you.

You ended up standing, bending so that you could get to taste Soonyoung and Jihoon would get to let out his stress by taking you from the back.

Soonyoung leaned against Jihoon’s work table, almost sitting on the edge of it as you lined your mouth over his length with Jihoon behind you already, hands gripping tightly on your hips. You were nervous yet excited for the outcome, your heat even more wet than before.

You lowered your mouth down Soonyoung and he groaned loudly whereas Jihoon waited a while to fully grasp what was happening in front of him and how hot you looked like this. He then slowly pushed into you, pecking your back quickly.

It all turned out to be easier than you had thought. Every time you moved back from Soonyoung, Jihoon would move in to you and that was the rhythm you kept going for a while, all three of you sweating profoundly and begging moans and groans filling the small room.

Jihoon came first but continued to thrust into you for a few more moments, until you came undone as well. The vibrations coming from your throat as you moaned around Soonyoung’s length, sent him over the edge too. He shot his load on his own stomach, staggered breaths leaving his mouth.

Jihoon kissed the back of your shoulders as you got up properly, pulling you back to sit on his lap on the chair. Your legs were basically shaking when you walked back onto the chair.

“Okay, out of my studio Soonyoung.”

“Always so commanding…” Soonyoung said with a laugh, completely understanding the situation - he had just invaded a lot of your privacy and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way either.

You whispered a thank you to Soonyoung  as you tried to catch your breath and calm down. He smiled at you and gently swept some of your hair away from your face before getting dressed up again. He tried to get his composure back but he was struggling, panting like crazy and his forehead glistening with sweat but decided to leave the room quickly anyway, hoping that he wouldn’t have to explain what had happened to anyone.

“Did you like that?” Jihoon asked after a few moments of silence, rubbing your back with his hands. You mumbled a yes and snuggled closer to him, trying to find a comfortable position on his lap.

“I’m glad you did. I did too,” he answered with a chuckle and you two stayed there for a while, just enjoying each other for a bit more before getting dressed.

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NOTE:  Told you I was going to keep this moving! We should also have another fic going soon on this account again - though I'm going to try to hold off on beginning that one until more of Coven is complete (so I don't wind up in the situation I had with Bind Us/Precious Little Knives lol). Enjoy!

A brief discussion followed as they retreated from the Upperuplands, winging their way further East to Pumperdink. Glinda had requested that be their next stop, and Elphaba was too worried about keeping her eyes peeled for the local law enforcement to worry overly about why. At least it was unlikely that the formerly royal armies could have swept that far north, if indeed they were still being pursued.

"Of course we are," she told Glinda impatiently as they drifted over the tops of the trees of the Great Gillikin Forest. "Didn't you hear the way those guards were shouting at us? And I have his Grimmerie!"

Redoubling her grip around Elphaba's waist, she said reasonably, "But it was such a little mistake, wasn't it? Taking the book. Why, the library at Shiz doesn't call out the army for an overdue fine!"

"You've seen what this book can do. Flying brooms and trunks and monkeys, and that's from a single spell! What do you think we can accomplish when we start learning about the others?"

"The others? You mean… you mean you intend to continue sorcerism?! Oh, that seems- I mean, with Morrible and the Wizard, and now we're- do we really want to dig ourselves any deeper? The teensy bit we've learned so far is already turning us into wanted criminals!"

"You have a better plan?" No answer. "I thought not."

"Fine, I don't, but that doesn't mean we should be stealing any more spellwork from His Wizlyness! If we give the book back now, with only the one spell used… maybe he won't mind at all! What's one flying broom between friends, right?"

Elphaba sighed as they wove between two taller treetops. "I doubt it will be that easy. But… perhaps we should ask for word at our next stop. See what the situation is in the Emerald City, if the search has reached this far North. Or if he's called it off; we could get lucky."

"Agreed. And I'll handle that job, since you… well, you're…"

"An artichoke."

"More noticeable," Glinda finished lamely. It earned her a rueful chuckle.

"Where is this we're heading, anyway?"

"My granny's house. She's not as rules-oriented as my parents, and might have some idea where we can go if the Wizard can't be reasoned with. Which I still think he can, once everything's a little calmer!"

Her response was scarcely a whisper. "Let's hope you're right — on all counts."

                                                     ~ o ~

Granny Upland lived in a small domicile on the outskirts of the nicer side of Pumperdink — which is to say, it was still grander than Elphaba's childhood home in the governor's estate in Nest Hardings. Such a disparity between Gillikin and Munchkinland was well-known, but only hearing Glinda's descriptions of "quaint little bungalow" and "cozy Pumperdink" really drove it home. The hour was quite late, so they felt guilty ringing the bell to fetch anyone, but it was either that or sleep on her doorstep.

"Yes?" asked the Quadling servant whose round face was sandwiched by the door and its frame. Elphaba blinked and drew back in surprise, having at least expected a Gillikinese person to answer.

"Pardon the late hour and our intrusionary ringing," Glinda said with a curtsy. "But is the mistress of the house still up to receiving guests? I'm her granddaughter, Glinda — or Galinda, as she might remember me."

Elphaba's face fell into her palm.

"She is, but only just. One moment, please." The door closed, leaving them on the stoop as the sounds of footsteps receded. Within another five minutes, the servant returned and showed them in.

"Galinda, my dear, precious child!" the wizened old woman cried as she hobbled in on a cane, reaching out with the free hand to first grasp her forearm, and then draw her in for three-quarters of a hug. "Ohhh, I did wonder if I'd get to see you before your second year at that infernal university began! You're looking well, quite well!"

"Good eve, Granny! It has been ever so long, hasn't it? Oh, and this is my travelling companion, Elphaba!"

"Saint Aelphaba?" the woman gasped, obviously teasing. "Why, as I live and breathe; we've been blessed with a visit of a divinitous nature!"

Laughing, she turned to pull Elphaba closer, the latter hitching a pained, polite smile into place. Glinda already knew by now that she found being compared to the holy figure from Oz's history books beyond grating; anyone would, especially given the legend of Aelphaba disappearing nude into a waterfall. She could hardly blame her for wanting to distance herself from any kind of story that would encourage boys to ask her to shuck her clothing anytime it's raining. Not that it had stopped Glinda herself from making a remark or two when they were newly acquainted; she felt a little guilty about that now, but youth and idiocy often went hand in hand.

"Silly Granny. No, no, she's the daughter of the Eminent Thropp, the Munchkinland governor! Isn't that nifty?"

"Indeed, indeed. By the look of her, I'd have guessed she's from the Emerald City!" Chuckling at her own joke, Glinda merely grimacing and Elphaba too used to such remarks to react, she motioned for them to join her on the sofa. "Come, sit, sit. Have some Quox nuts - roasted just to the right darkness, very good for you."

"I'm allergic, Granny," Glinda told her patiently. "You knew that."

"Stuff and nonsense! Try a few, these are really quite good!" Glinda mimed reaching toward the bowl as the old woman turned toward Elphaba, pulling back her hand with no nuts in it once the attention was no longer on herself. "And you, Miss Aelphaba — how did you come to companionably travel with my little apple-cheeked granddaughter? And why are you wearing her hat?"

"Her hat?!"

The conversation meandered around from there, and they never did broach the subject of the Wizard and stolen spellbooks. This wasn't helped along by the fact that Granny was getting a little hard of hearing in her old age, and occasionally had to ask for clarification on several points. The effort of explaining fleeing the Wizard's palace in fear of their lives would be made that much harder.

At last, they retired for the evening. Nestled in one of the guest rooms that had two beds, they weren't awake for much longer. Already, Glinda felt odd with Elphie so far away; it had only been a couple of nights bunking together, but she had found it comforting to have her friend so closeby, within reach of her hand should she suffer a nightmare. She hadn't enjoyed that type of reassurance since she was a little girl.

"Can't believe you pawned off your dear, sweet grandmother's hat on me just because you didn't like it."

"Shhh, Elphie! I did like it, but didn't think it suited me. But seeing it on you, I genuinely think it works quite well." At least that last part was the full truth; she might feel guilty about deceiving Elphaba before, but the end result was that she now had a hat that looked as if it had been fashioned specifically for her head. All's well that ends well, as they said. Whoever 'they' were.

"Fine, fine. But don't think I'm…" A yawn interrupted the rest of her words. Smiling to herself, Glinda decided to interrupt that train of thought.

"Don't worry about it. Let's get some rest. Then tomorrow…"

"Tomorrow, we'll figure out our lives," Elphaba promised her. "Whether I should go on alone, and you stay here, or… something else."

Glinda smiled across at the other bed's occupant. "A girl could start to think she's not wanted with talk like that." But before Elphaba could reply, she yawned and snuggled into the pillow. "Goodnight, Elphie."

Harrumphing, she returned, "Goodnight, Glindie."

"Watch it, Fabala."

                                                    ~ o ~

A week passed with little change. Though Granny played a wonderful host, she was useless at actually focusing on any deeper, darker subjects. Any time Glinda began to ask for help, or Elphaba attempted to confess her sins for a third time, she would change the subject. Whether this was by design or by chance was unclear.

Glinda did steal into the main square of town the fourth day, asking around the local watering hole. With a scarf on her head, she looked like any other Northerner, and gave her name as Gayelette — earning her some titters at the odd-sounding moniker. No one had heard any juicy gossip from Emerald City in a good, long while. She caught snippets of older bits and commented on them as if they were news to her, but otherwise came up dry. That was a positive thing, after all; the longer it took for news of their exploits to spread, the less frantically they would have to relocate.

Between chats, she also managed to pick up another dress or two that would fit Elphaba's taller frame. This involved a lot of over-describing to the clothiers, but in the end, she got the job done. She was tempted to pick up more travelling supplies, and did get herself a lovely pink cloak for those breezy flights high in the sky, but otherwise abstained. They should discuss what they might need together before she burned through their meager coin and had to pawn more valuables.

"Listen to this," Elphaba said from her perch on the bed, fingertips holding the pages of the Grimmerie open. "My Ancient Lurlinic is as rusty as can be, the characters are so hard to read… but I think it says, 'To turn a frog into cheese.' What possible use could this be?!"

"Don't look at me, Elphie; you know I can't read that gobbledygook."

Sighing, she nodded as she flipped through more pages. "I could probably teach you if I wasn't awful at it myself. Still… maybe if I spend enough time with this thing, I'll sharpen my skills. Learn to read Lurline's old scribbly mess as easily as Standardised Gillikinese."

"Maybe so — except I thought we would be returning that when we could," she reminded her pointedly.

"Right. Right, yes, we are." Nodding resolutely, she shut the book and set it aside. "It's just all so fascinating; not so much that I want to learn the spells, just that I want to know what spells there are to be learned. Does that make any sense at all?"

"It does; you have a thirst for knowledge. Always did at Shiz, too! I think that's commendable and worthy of respectfulness."

"Why do you always make up words that sound like other words, but longer?"

Blinking, Glinda looked down at the hole in Elphaba's cloak she had been patching and tried not to let herself blush. "W-well, I… it's fashionable. Don't they sound nicer when they're longer like that?"

"No, they sound longer." When Glinda only pouted a little more, she stood and brushed her knees off, then strode across to the window. "But what do I know?"

"You know Lurlinic, for one." Her patchwork could wait; there was no hurry. Crossing the little room, she stood by Elphaba. "Have… you thought about what you're going to write to the Wizard?"

"I have."

"And?"

Her fingernails dug at a small knothole on the windowsill. "And I still have no idea. Well, that isn't accurate; I have many ideas. All bad."

"Aww… here, why don't we get started? There's a stack of papers on the writing desk, and I'm sure it won't take us more than a few tries digging in before we strike emerald." Before Elphaba could protest, she took her by the elbow and turned her so that they were facing each other. "I'll take dictation; I may only know one language, but my penmanship is exquisitous."

That time, Elphaba only smirked at her odd little phrasing. "Alright, then. Suppose we might as well give it the old Shiz try." Once Glinda was seated at the writing desk and had unstoppered the inkwell, she asked, "Ready?"

"Hold on, let me test the nib." She scratched out a couple of words on a spare scrap of paper that had likely been torn in half to dash off a quick note. Satisfied, she redipped her quill. "Okay, let's have it!"

"Okay. Hmm… here. 'Dearest Wizard'- no, wait, forget that. He's not dear to me, he scarcely knows who I am!"

Glinda frowned up at her. "You're so nervous and I haven't even written anything!"

"You know how much I used to respect him! Even if… well, everything's gone wrong by now. But that's- okay, focus. I need to focus." She began to pace as she thought, and then suddenly began, "'Dear Wizard. I am deeply regretful that I… absconded with your Grimmerie.' Does 'absconded' sound okay?"

"Divine, Elphie. Keep going, this is all fine so far."

"Good. 'With your Grimmerie. It was never my intention to do so, especially because I did not know it existed before that day. However, the consequences of the spell you bade me read were not… were not…' Um… I didn't know what it was going to do…"

"Readily apparent?"

"'Readily apparent to me until they had already been read. Seeing the monkeys in such pain from the spell I read for you frightened me, and I panicked. I hope you can understand how I reacted. Therefore… it is with great regret that I apologise, and offer to return your Grimmerie to you, intact.' How is that?"

Glinda read it back to her, and Elphaba nodded along, still pacing. Then she asked, "Were you going to mention him letting us go?"

"Right, yes — that's what's next! Okay. '...to you, intact. In exchange for this, I wish you to grant Glinda Upland a full pardon, for she was an innocent bystander in all of this. As for myself, I will accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate.'"

"Wait, Elphie," Glinda said, just having finished writing down the last word. "What do you mean? Couldn't you ask for a pardon for yourself, too?"

Sighing, she turned weary eyes toward her friend. "It's asking too much. Look how far we ran off with the book! You really think he's going to just shrug and say 'oh well', especially now that we know how powerful it is?"

"Well… no, but it doesn't hurt to ask!" Dipping the quill again, she added on her own, "'But I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive and forget.' There, that way you're only asking, and not making it a condition of the Grimmerie's surrender."

"That's good, that's good," Elphaba confirmed as she hunched over the back of the chair, gazing down at the sheet. "And it looks clean and neat so far. Well done."

"Thank you," she whispered with a tiny smile. "Might not have many talents to my name, but penmanship is one of them. Okay, what else?"

"That's it. I don't want to beleaguer the point and take up too much of his time. Sign it 'Sincerely and ashamedly,' and my name."

"You sign your name," she asked once she had put down the rest, holding out the quill. After a brief moment of indecision, she did, with a flourish and some slight blotting that made the final letters look a bit spidery. Then she handed back the quill and reached to pick up the page. "W-wait, don't you want to use pounce first, so it doesn't smudge?!"

"O-oh, I… you're right, how stupid of me. What is wrong with my brain today?"

Smiling up at her as she reached for the pounce pot, she whispered, "You're fine. Just… nervous. I understand." She sprinkled the fine powder on the page, soaking up the extra ink. Then she turned toward the window, picking it up by the edges. "Can you…?"

"Yes, of course." Elphaba gently eased the window open, and Glinda blew the dust out into the late evening. Once the window was shut and they were back by the desk, Elphaba read over their work. "I hate it. However, I honestly don't think I could make a better job of it if I tried again, so we might as well leave it this way."

"Fine by me. Just hope it does the job that it should do."

Then they sealed it inside an envelope, took a deep breath, and turned in for the evening.

                                                    ~ o ~

Another day passed much the same. Still they got nowhere with Granny conversationally, and still they had no clear idea of where to go, what to do. Elphaba wasted great gobs of time leafing through the Grimmerie, but it was more to keep from pacing or talking to herself than out of a desire to plumb the depths of its material. Glinda tried to take up most of her time mending clothes or chattering, which she could tell was beginning to get on her companion's nerves, but she had no better notion of what to do with herself. All her life, people had been shunting her in one direction or another; the few independent thoughts she had summoned were all very closely related to ones others had stated at one point or another. Life with Elphaba was highly challenging in ways she never could have predicted.

The next afternoon, Glinda was on her way back from the market with a few minor odds and ends when she stopped in at the Bittuvalai Inn again. She asked the same old questions, expecting nothing more than the same old answers.

She was sorely mistaken.

"You aren't a 'Gayelette' at all!" one of the men accused once he'd clapped eyes on her. "You're a Galinda!"

"That's Glinda, please!" she snapped — before she could stop herself. Covering her mouth with her hand, she hurriedly added, "And I don't know what you mean!"

"Knew it!" he said, nodding over his shoulders. "Ain't any girls 'round this pathetic town as lovely as her, she had to be from somewhere's else!"

Smiling in spite of herself, Glinda tittered, "Oh, you do go on, sir!" Then she noticed the patrons were closing her off from the door, attempting to corral her into the corner. "W-wait, you don't go on… I m-mean, you should let me go, please!"

A squat, middle-aged woman demanded, "Or what? You'll curse us?"

"Curse you? Please, how would I even know how to do such a thing?! I am but a poor student from Shiz University; I barely know how to put one wand in front of the other!"

"WITCH!" a mousy-looking man somehow managed to shout at the top of his lungs, bringing around the few other patrons who had been ignorant of the scene.

"Who, where?!" she squeaked innocently.

"You won't get away from here so easily, witch!" the woman went on as the dozens of pairs of eyes fixated on her, seeming to drill right through her body. An urge to poke them welled up within herself. "We'll turn you in, we will, and our names will be praised by His Wizliness!"

"Perhaps there'll be a reward!"

The moment the first man said that, there were many murmurs of assent. That did not tip things in her favour at all. Glinda's blue eyes swept up and down the scrubby wooden tables and chairs, to the well-polished bartop and the bartender crouched behind it. She could only hope he wasn't going for some sort of weapon he kept just in case of similar disturbances. Ordinarily, she would have been glad of the protection… but not when she wasn't the one being protected.

"Please, look at yourselves!" she urged as she pressed back against the wall, palms finding its surface as her cloth sack swung from her elbow. "I h-haven't cursed you for threatening me already, so how could I be a witch? Y-you're being silly, all of you!"

"Silly and rich, soon enough!" said the mousy man.

There was nothing else to be done; she had to think of some way to trick them out of attacking. Glinda reached into her bag and pulled out a beetroot. "Do you see this?!" she screeched, causing them all to hesitate. "One false move, and I'm warning you… I'll do to you what I did to him!"

A collective gasp went up. That was enough; she had thrown the shadow of doubt across their zealousness. Tossing the beet into the air, she dashed for the door, only barely glimpsing that several of them dove to catch what they presumed was a transmogrified person. One man had to be elbowed out of the way, but he was surprised enough that she could manage it and make good her escape.

How much longer will they stare at it, waiting to see if it speaks? she couldn't help thinking to herself as she dashed up the lane toward her Granny's house. The situation didn't merit such japes, but she felt she had to take the amusement where she could find it.

Once bursting through the door, she saw Granny perched on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hand, and Elphaba poring over the book. They both started, a few drops of tea falling to the rug from the cup.

"They're coming!"

Immediately, Elphaba shot to standing. "How many?"

"From the look of it, the entire village!" Glinda panted as she leaned against the door. "Oh… oh, we have to fly! I don't want us to still be here when they catch up, and ruin my Granny's lovely Quadling rugs trying to catch us!"

"What's all this about?" Granny asked in mild confusion, squinting as they began to head for the staircase. "Who's coming?!"

There wasn't time to explain to the poor old thing. The minute they reached the bedroom, they began to cram everything into the trunk as quickly as was possible; Grimmerie, new purchases, even one of the pillows from the bed wound up padding the inside. Of course, the flying spell was still in action upon the trunk, as a spell cannot be undone once it's been said, so they tied it to the back of the broom as efficiently as they could without muddling the process and prepared to leave.

"Really, this is a most unceremonical exit you're making!" Granny pouted as they began to approach the front door.

"I am sorry, Gran!" Glinda bade her, wringing the old woman's hands. "I've been trying to find a way to explain, but I… oh, it's really just so horribliffic, I don't want you to think any less of me! Of us!"

"We can't endanger your safety because of my mistake," Elphaba cut off further protests. "We'll just… well, I don't know where we'll go now that we've run out of relatives. But we'll figure something out."

Granny tutted her disapproval, but still patted Glinda's elbow. "You do as you must, dearie. Just take a few Quox nuts for the road!"

"Gran, you know I'm allerg-"

"We have to go now!" Elphaba hissed, gesturing to the windows. Indeed, there were mobs already gathering outside, stirred up by the ones from the tavern. They weren't knocking on the front door quite yet, but it wouldn't be long.

"Why does it feel like we're always rushing off somewhere?" Glinda sighed, embracing her grandmother. "We'll be back, though, you'll see!"

"Very well! Safe trip, don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

As they stepped outside, they did notice a few eyes turn in their direction, but they were already mounting the broom and readying to take off, not wasting a moment. By the time anyone had roused themselves enough to dash in their direction, it was too late; they were airborne.

However, the moment they were skimming past the upper-story windows of the homes, they began to feel sharp pains inflicted upon their legs and hips. Glinda glanced down and let out an exasperated squeak.

"What is it?" Elphaba asked through clenched teeth. "I'm concentrating on flying!"

"They're throwing rocks! Oh, of all the uncouthful, ridiculous- how can they be so rude?!" As they passed a particularly thick knot of Gillikin citizenry, she shouted down, "WHAT CHILDREN!"

"WITCH!" was all she heard in return, and had to flinch back to avoid a sound clouting of her nose with what seemed to be half a brick.

"Forget them," Elphaba snapped over her shoulder as they began to rise high enough that it would no longer be a problem. "They've made up their minds."

One last sound of a rock smacking against their trunk reached them before Pumperdink was behind them, the shouts fading in their wake. Alas, Elphaba was right about one thing: they were out of family members to beg for sanctuary. Where in Oz would they go now?

                                                    To Be Continued…

[fangirlxwritesx67]

King of Heaven, Queen of Hell

This is a (late) birthday gift for @marril96​. Sorry it took so long hon. Hope you like it!

Tags: 18+, sex, smut, f/m/f threesome, oral (female receiving), a little rough sex (hair pulling, biting). Also, note, this is an AU where Lucifer hasn’t murdered Rowena twice, obviously. 

Tonight was Ostara, the Spring Equinox, a balance of light and dark. At this perfect place and time, you were able to cast a spell to bring your two lovers to you for a night and a day. 

There was a cabin on the edge of a mountain, right above a giant ravine, and on the other side was the ocean. The elements combined supported and empowered your magick, allowing you to hold a space between worlds where the three of you could meet.

Lucifer showed up first. He had the angel armies of Heaven running on a well organized schedule, so it wasn't hard for him to slip away. He slouched into the doorway suddenly, clad in a dark button down and jeans. 

You didn't realize until you saw him how much you had missed him. It had been months since you had been together. He picked you up and spun you around in his arms before lowering his face to yours for a kiss. His lips were pale, and just a little bit chapped, and fit perfectly against yours. When you finally pulled away from him he smirked. 

"So our Queen still isn't here, huh?" 

You shook your head. 

He smirked. “Probably still in hell, wearing a facemask and painting her nails red on her throne.”

A strong wind blew in, and suddenly Rowena was there. It almost looked as if flames trailed behind her, but you were pretty sure your magick wouldn’t have allowed in hellfire. Then again, her witchcraft was so much more powerful than yours. She was gorgeous as always, a slinky black dress hugging her slim curves.

She held out her hands. Lucifer was right; her nails were a gorgeous glossy red. You both rose to meet her. She let Lucifer gather her up first, lifting her in his strong grasp and covering her face with kisses. 

It wasn't easy being the girlfriend of both the King of Heaven and the Queen of Hell. Finding a place to meet, and a time, was no easy feat. But a few times a year, the galaxy aligned just right and the 3 of you could spend a night or two together. Seeing them together, knowing that you all belonged to one another, made it worth it. 

When he finally set her down, she reached for you. You laced your fingers together before your mouths met. Her kisses were as sweet and spicy as you remembered, like dark wine.

“Finally here?” Lucifer spoke, irreverent and deep. You and Rowena turned towards him in unison, and you felt the three of you slip into your usual roles. When you were all together, each of you knew what you wanted without speaking. 

“Kneel before your Queen,” Rowena snapped.

“I’m King of Heaven, you witch,” Lucifer answered. 

She wrapped her fingers into his hair, yanking his head back. She pulled downwards steadily until he dropped to his knees in front of her. You stepped forward and pressed hot kisses on the strong, exposed line of his neck. 

Rowena twisted her fingers. You noticed the flash of her sharp red nails in his golden wheat hair. His mouth twitched, pale lips going soft. 

You sighed. Watching your girlfriend absolutely dominate your boyfriend was the hottest thing ever.

Lucifer settled back onto his heels and held his hand out towards you. You looked at Rowena and waited for her approval. She nodded, and you settled onto his lap. 

His hips ground up to meet you, and you would’ve answered in kind, except suddenly Rowena said, “No.”

You whined but her small hand was suddenly under your chin, tipping your lips up to meet hers. Lucifer cupped your breasts in his hands and sunk his face into the softness of your cleavage. A low moan escaped your lips, and Rowena captured it in her own mouth. 

"You dirty girl," she murmured, red lips brushing the curve of your ear. "Do you like to be handled that way by our boyfriend?"

You breathed out a hot sigh. "Only if it's what you want, Rowena."

"Have you been a good girl?" she purred, arching her perfect brows. A shiver ran through you.

"For you, my Queen," you answered. "I'm your good girl."

An approving smile curled her lips and she ran a fine hand over your hair. 

"And what about you?" She turned to Lucifer. He shook his head slowly, a glint in his blue eyes.

"You know better," he answered.

"What do you think?" She asked you. You did rock on his lap then, feeling him hard and thick underneath you.

 "I'd say he's being verrrry bad."

"That's what I thought." Disapproval was written on her pretty face. "From what I hear, you've been causing trouble all over Heaven and Earth."

Lucifer set his chin. "Why don't you come here and let's see what kind of trouble we can get into?" He flicked his tongue suggestively at her. 

Rowena stepped closer, her fingers lightly caressing his cheek. For just a moment, it looked like she was going to give in and kiss him. Then her grasp slipped to his chin and wrenched him away. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teased.

"You'd like it too," Lucifer answered, undaunted.

Rowena shook her head with an arch smile. "Oh no, naughty boys don't get to touch their Queen." Her gaze fell on you, still wrapped in Lucifer's arms and trailing soft kisses over his neck and shoulders. 

"Let's see what you can do with her." She set a small warm hand on your face."You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You swallowed hard, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment before you answered, "Yes, my Queen."

"Go on, then." She indicated the bedroom with the slightest tip of her head. 

You stood up and Lucifer pushed himself up off the floor. Then he scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, and began to kiss you as he carried you down the hall. Rowena stepped up alongside him and slipped one hand into the back of his waistband. She kept a firm grasp on his ass, slowing his steps so she could steal kisses from you too.

In the bedroom, Lucifer let you down on the bed softly enough and unfastened your jeans. You obeyed his unspoken command and pulled off the denim while he unbuttoned his shirt. 

"That's it," Rowena spoke sharply. "Keep your pants on. This is for her, not for you." 

She stretched out on the bed next to you and undid your shirt with nimble fingers. She slipped a hand inside your bra to cup your breast and you shivered under her touch.

"Well," she chuckled, low and throaty. "For her and for me." 

Lucifer obeyed her direction and knelt between your knees, spreading your legs with callused palms. He lowered his head to kiss you right on the swell of your lower belly, then trailed kisses down your hip and across the crease of your thigh. 

At the same time, Rowena unfastened the front clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts into her warm hands. 

Lucifer continued to tease you, getting closer and closer to the spot where you wanted him. Your hands grabbed for him but closed around empty air. 

"It's not nice to tease!" you spat out. 

He sat back and looked at you, a smirk creasing his face. "I never said I was nice." 

Rowena snapped her wrist down and pointed with one slim, red tipped finger. "Down, boy, and this time, do it right. Take care of our girl."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, as if it was a hardship for him, but the eagerness with which he obeyed was a giveaway to his true feelings. 

Your boyfriend buried his face between your thighs while your girlfriend played with your breasts. As he dug in deeper, she flicked your nipples with her tongue. Between the two of them, you quickly melted into a puddle of desire. 

“Please,” you whined, not even able to say what you were begging for. Both of them knew, though. Lucifer sunk two fingers into you, twisting and stroking without taking away his mouth. Rowena trailed her kisses higher, nipping and sucking up your neck and to that sensitive spot under your ear. You felt yourself wind tighter and tighter, your back arching and your breath catching. 

“Ah, ah,” you gasped, the panting cries fell from your mouth unbidden. 

Her lips buried in the crook of your neck, Rowena murmured, “Yes, my good girl, let me hear how good he makes you feel.” Your fists clenched, twisted in Lucifer's hair. For a moment you were blacked out, lost, then you drew in a deep breath as you felt yourself let go.

Lucifer kept a slow steady pressure on you while Rowena lapped up your cries with her kisses. Finally you relaxed against the pillows, sweaty and blissed out. 

“Come here,” you murmured, reaching out for Rowena. You slipped your hands under her dress. Your palms caressed her creamy thighs as you pushed her skirt up higher around her tiny waist.

“Please,” you said, and you didn’t need to ask twice. She spread her hips over your face as you sunk your mouth between them. 

Ohhh, how you had missed this. She was so wet and ready, and you lapped her up. She tasted like brine and desire. You used one hand to spread her lips so you could go deeper.Her hips shook around your ears, and you moaned before you nudged her sideways. With one hand on her shoulder, you silently showed her what you wanted. She rolled over on her back without you ever letting go.

With her spread out on the bed, your face buried between her thighs, it was easier to pull one of her knees up over your shoulder. You worked her deftly with your hand and your face. You had all but forgotten about Lucifer, until his capable hands grasped your hips and pulled them up.

“Come on, good girl,” he begged, “Spread ‘em for me.”

You paused, and looked up at Rowena. She nodded before twisting her hands into your hair to push your face back down. Lucifer slid into you slowly from behind, seating himself fully before he began to thrust in and out. 

Every rocking movement of your boyfriend behind you pushed you deeper into your girlfriend. The three of you were somehow in perfect rhythm, all of you sharing in pleasure together. You could feel yourself beginning to clench around him, over and over. You knew from her soft moans that she was getting closer and closer. Then she reached out and grabbed his hand, on your waist. 

“Not you,” she commanded, “Not yet.” You could almost feel him shake his head, toss his flaxen hair. But you could feel him pull back, slow. It was too late for you, of course. Whether it was his cock, or her pussy, or the command in her voice, you were already tipping over the edge, shaking and breathless. She followed right after you, thighs clamped around your ears, swearing in a language you didn't know.

You rolled back and drew a deep shuddering breath. Rowena laced her fingers into yours. You would’ve closed your eyes and sank into the moment, except she was right there. Her small peachy breasts were heaving, her stomach taut. You reached out and pulled her close. You didn’t kiss as much as you just let your lips rest together, full and soft. 

Somehow, you still wanted more. You wanted more for her and you and the three of you. 

“Ro,” you murmured as you cupped her face in your hands.

“Mmm,” she answered dreamily.

“Do you think our boyfriend-?”

The two of you looked at him. He was kneeling at the end of the bed, regarding you both with something close to worship. As you watched, the glint of mischief lit his eyes.

“Have I been a good boy?” His tone was low, the edge of mocking failing to disguise his underlying desire. 

You sat up, emboldened by pleasure. “No, I don’t think so.” You hardly recognized your tone as you took control. “I think you owe us both, one more time.”

“Me?” He tried to shrug, but you could see the desire in his posture.

“Yes, you. Who else can?” You were teasing him, now, getting him riled up. “I want you to fuck Ro while I watch.”

You turned to look at her, already knowing she would agree. She tilted her chin and a hot light flashed in her eyes. For a moment, she seemed to consider.

“Please, my Queen?” Between your command and your begging, you knew she wouldn't be able to resist.

“I guess,” she said, tossing her long red curls, trying to appear reluctant. But you knew it was all an act.

Lucifer stood up and stripped off his remaining clothes quickly while you and Rowena traded hot glances. Both of you watched him eagerly, his expanse of golden skin glistening. 

She knelt in front of you while you wrapped your arms around her from behind. You lifted her breasts lightly while you kissed down her neck and into the curve of her shoulder. You sunk your teeth into the pale freckled skin there, just a little, and she arched back against you, moaning. 

There was no mistaking Lucifer’s interest. He stood tall, looming and predatory. You curled over and nipped along her collarbone. He leaned in, capturing her cries between his pale lips. You lifted your gaze to meet his piercing blue eyes. 

“Lie back,” you commanded your boyfriend, as you pulled your girlfriend closer to you, cupping her full high breasts in both hands. He obeyed, a smile quirking his lips.

“Rowena,” you murmured, your mouth kissing up her neck to the curve of her ear, “Do you want him to fuck you?” You sucked on her velvety earlobe hard enough to leave a bruise and felt her shudder against you.

“Aye,” was all she breathed.

You directed your girlfriend until she was straddling your boyfriend, her perfect round ass facing him. He thrust his hips, hard and teasing. She took him in one hand. The sight of him, thick and hard, in her small pale fingers, made you gasp. She guided him to her entrance and then sank down on him slowly. 

You all breathed together. Watching her take him, watching him fill her- knowing that they were here for their pleasure and yours, was almost more than you could take. She began to rock her hips side to side, as he thrust upward.

The sight of their two beautiful bodies, perfectly matched, moving together, made you swallow hard. You almost felt like you were looking at something magick. You could’ve watched all night, but you didn’t want to be left out.

You found a space to settle between their joined thighs. You cupped one hand under Lucifer, trailing back until you found the cleft of his ass. You ran one finger up between his cheeks, stroking him. He groaned and pressed up harder.

With your other hand, you gripped Rowena’s sharp hip, hard enough to leave bruises. Your fingers curled, unbidden, pulling her closer. You lowered your mouth to where they were joined. Both of them were so open and sensitive and needy. You lapped up at her, and then licked down on him. Both of them gasped. 

Thoughts deserted your mind as instinct and pleasure flooded in. The room was filled with the sound of your heart beats and breaths, the three of you blending into one. Moans echoed off the walls, and you could no longer say whose were whose. 

Rowena was the first to let go. Lucifer followed her so closely that the two of them came together, quivering with need. 

“Good girl,” Rowena gasped as she tried to catch her breath. 

“Yes, my girl,” Lucifer moaned. 

A wide sated smile curved your lips. Sharing their pleasure, hearing their praise- it was the sweetest thing you could imagine. 

As the moon rose, you all settled back together in bed. Rowena was in the middle, always the center of attention. You pulled into her waist and buried your face in her hair, while Lucifer grabbed her shoulders and wrapped one strong leg over her thigh. Caught between them, the light and dark of their touch on your skin, there was no place you would rather be. 

You had tomorrow, still. But for now, you would all sleep, entangled as you had always been. You, Rowena, and Lucifer. King of Heaven, Queen of Hell, and you, the witch. You rested in the embrace of your lovers.

You would stay here as long as you could.

... Thanks @there-must-be-a-lock​ for being my beta on this, last minute. ... 

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