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sunnysidefangirl · 4 years

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Midnight Snack Run (JJ x reader)

Summary: Reader wakes up with a wanting for a midnight snack.

Warnings: none? Not really edited sorry.

A/N: I want what the pogues have so I wrote it!!!

(Not my gif)

I groaned quietly before sitting up in the bed. The bedroom I slept in occasionally was almost pitch black. The only light being from the moon and stars behind the shutters. There was an annoying feeling that I just couldn't ignore. I wanted a snack right now. I wanted to go in the twinkie, drive to a small store, buy a bunch of food, and eat it. I've never had such a strong urge to do this...why? This is so random, could I just wait. No, probably not. I want to do it now, or else I won't be able to sleep peacefully. Should I really do this? I mean it's...

12:09

Twelve at night.

Darn you Y/n! Welp, I guess I am doing this. I quickly try to think of the best way to do this mission. I should be back by 12:40. I start to get out of bed but a hand on my hip stopped me.

"Where are you going?" JJ asked in a adorable sleepy voice. His hair was still unbelievably fluffy and sticking up in random places. His eyes were lightly squinted as he tried to regain his sight.

"I'm going to the store. I will be right back. " I said to JJ, softly getting out of his grip.

"You're going to the store?" JJ asks becoming more awake as the conversation went on. He checked to time on his phone before he sat up a little. "It's 12, are you crazy?"

"No, I'm hungry." I witfully told him. I change into a pair of sweatpants and a navy blue jacket. JJ sighs before he runs his hand through his blonde hair. A small amount of guilt entered me. I should have been more careful getting out of bed so I didn't wake him up. I leaned on the bed and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I'll be right back." I said while putting my hair in a high ponytail with a few pieces of hair out to frame my face.

"Wait for me." JJ groaned getting out of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not gonna let you just go out by yourself at night. Plus a snack does sound really good right now." JJ says while putting on an old white hoodie.

I smiled at the sweet gesture.

"Aw, JJ, that's really sweet." With a kiss on the cheek JJ became a little more awake. He blushed but rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah."

JJ puts shoes on as do I and then we were ready for a midnight snack.

"Okay so we should-"

THUMP

I tripped over the edge of the bed making a loud noise.

"Shhh!"

"I'm sorry it's dark!"

"Dude, here, take my hand." JJ says. I obey, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull me out of his room.

We leave the bedroom and go to the hall way. Before I could go any farther JJ stopped walking.

"Wait what's the plan?" He asked

"Plan?" I question him.

"Yes, we have to have some sort of plan!"

"No we don't we just go to the store."

"That's boring. Since it's just us and I bet nobody else is up at this time we could go do something else too."

"Hmm..." I pause for a second. I guess he's right nothing is really open at this time. "I guess you're right. Maybe we could go to the beach."

"Exactly what I was thinking." JJ smiles.

"Wait, we should ask John B for his twinkie?" I don't want him to get angry at us or anything.

JJ then paused and looked at the door John B was currently sleeping in. After a few long seconds he shook his head.

"....nah. He'll be fine, he'll know it was us. Plus we'll be back before he even knows it was gone." JJ shrugs.

"Hey!" A third party voice whispers harshly. The third voice suprised me greatly. I turn around to see Kie. She had a sleepy look on her face and it was easy to see behind her glare. "What is going on here?!"

"We're getting snacks..." I said sheepishly.

"Snacks?" Kie says. She looked at me with a confused face. Probably wondering if I was crazy like JJ did a few moments ago.

"Yeah, wanna come?" JJ offered.

"...sure." Kie sighs. "Let me put some shoes on."

"Okay." JJ said.

We wait a mere minute for Kie and when she came back Pope was at her side.

"What's wrong?" He asked us, his hair was sticking up in random directions. Pope's brown eyes were squinted and he looked really tired.

"We're going to get something to eat man." JJ says with a shrug.

"Something to eat?! Right now?!" Pope exclaimed in disbelief.

JJ pointed at me and that lead to Kie and Pope looking at me.

"I just wanted a midnight snack!" I exclaim quietly. "Is it a crime for me to be hungry?"

Pope rolls his brown eyes but his face held a lot of amusement. I knew he couldn't actually be mad at me.

"Fine, I'll come too." He said.

"Why are you all awake?!" The booming voice of John B made us jump from the contrast of the previous whispering voices. He came out of his room with sweatpants and an old t-shirt on. He looked at us like we were crazy.

"Sorry dude, we didn't mean to wake you." JJ says.

"By the way can we take the van?" I ask. Might as well since he is awake.

John B turned to me and looked even more confused. His eyes were wide, you could practically see his brain working to figure out what is going on.

"Yeah...why?"

"We're going to get something to eat." Kie says. "Are you coming?"

John B looked at us for a while before he sighed. "I don't know, I-I'll see just...wait a second I need to go-"

"Sarah can come too." Kie smirks.

I start to laugh along with Pope and JJ. John B had another different look of disbelief. He snuck Sarah in often and he never told us so maybe he's wondering how we knew. The thing is, we all knew, they are awful at hiding secrets and sneaking around.

One time I decided to come over after a bad argument with my parents and since I was coming in late everybody was asleep. As I was about to walk into the room that JJ sometimes slept in, something in John B's room caught my eye. He was halfway out of the window pulling someone who I guessed was Sarah.

"John B, use your muscles!" She whispered.

"I am! You have to help me pull you up!" He whispered back.

Not wanting them to know I saw them, I made my way to JJ's room trying to keep my giggles small. They really have to get better at sneaking around.

"Sarah..." JJ sang in a teasing voice towards John B's door where she is, no doubt. This action made us laugh more.

"Uh, okay...okay, uh, I'm just gonna...just wa-wait here." John B replied becoming flustered. He then basically flew in his room but I noticed his slightly pink face.

We waited for a few minutes for John B and Sarah. They emerged from the room with slightly embarrassed faces. Sarah had a blush on her cheeks and a long sweatshirt on that probably belonged to John B.

"Don't be embarrassed! JJ used to sneak me in when we started dating." I grin linking arms with Sarah. She smiled back at me as we made our way outside.

"He what?" John B asked looking at his best friend. "I didn't know that."

"That's because we are good at sneaking and keeping secrets." I responded with a smirk.

"Hell yeah we are." JJ grins kissing my cheek. I felt my cheeks get warm at his affection.

In no time, we were all in the twinkie off driving to find a convenient store.

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JJ and I stayed in the van while the four others went closer to the beach. They sat at the beach and ate their snacks while playing in the sand.

I grabbed a bag of chips and opened it before I started to eat the salty snack. JJ and I sat in silence enjoying each other's company as we ate.

JJ opened his mouth towards me causing me to roll my eyes.

"You always ask me for my food." I said while putting a chip in his mouth.

"I can't help it." JJ shrugged nonchalantly. We were greeted with comfortable silence for only a few seconds. "This was actually a good idea."

"What?" I asked taking a sip of soda.

"Going out for a midnight snack." He said quietly looking at the sky. I was a little taken aback at the look of peace on his face.

"I really didn't mean to wake you up." I laughed lightly. JJ grins widely showing his crooked teeth. He suprised me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I laid against him, my back against his chest and our arms wrapped together. JJ lightly kissed the top of my forehead before continuing to look at the stars in the sky.

We stayed at the beach for a few hours before going back to John B's and catching up on the hours of sleep we lost.

That soon became a pogue tradition. Whenever one of us had a bad night, couldn't sleep or was just hungry we would pile into John B's van, drive to the nearest store, and buy as much snacks as we could with how much money we had. None of us knew how important one night would be to all of us. It was simple times like this that really mattered to us.

All we needed was food, a van, a night sky, and each other.

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midorithegreen · 5 years

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Foolish mouth

Author's note: idk why I did this and why this is so long... Honestly I don't think I've ever written that much and would be really surprised if I ever write more or even this much. And it's midnight lol

Paring: Namjoon × female!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.2k+

Warnings: dom!Namjoon/sub!reader, punishment, throatfucking, thigh riding, oral (male and female), squirting, overstimulation, praise, degradation, slapping, brat and brat tamer, spit kink, kinda cum play?, orgasm denial, manhandling, aftercare (why did I make aftercare a warning lol)

Light tapping of the rain was starting to slowly lul him to sleep. His eyes were about to close shut when a loud thud had disturbed sweet melody of today. He wanted to be angry but your pouting lips added up with pearly tears in the corners of your eyes instantly made him soft.

Your mouth was just pretty in general. Coloured in gentle rouge upper lip had the one perfect shape he couldn't find in anyone else. It was slightly smaller and less puffy than the other one. Both always wrap so deliciously around his length. And the eyes. The beautiful, shining spots on your face. With the long, dark lashes that tickle him when you cuddle. Tears were the best decoration of woman. It's so lovely to look down and see them, even though his own sight is always blurred from pleasure by then. What he never knew, was that it was all you dreamed about as well. At least you didn't tell him that.

You managed to fall next to him and hide your face in his chest. Your whine reached his ears.

" 'm tired. It's so cold outside"

"You're all soaked!" Namjoon chuckled. You both always get energy out of eachother in the weirdest times.

Anwser came out of your mouth a little too fast. Before you could properly think about it.

"You never seem to mind it that much"

A harsh slap followed the dull mutter of yours and pain lingered through your thigh.

"Behave" he used THAT voice. The one that had you shivering every damn time. His teeth were clenched.

"Sorry, Joonie"

Again he wanted to do something about the way you just called him but then you started getting comfy in his embrace, he couldn't not mentally coo over your cuteness.

You put your leg over him. It was supposed to be innocent. You meant to land your knee on his hip but it ended up over his member. Already hard and pulsating member.

"Could you be more careful, baby?" he somehow never let out any hiss. He was a player. Not just the one that plays when they want to, on weekends and simply go through each level. No, he was a demon player. Not only went through every level but maxed it, ranged SS in every quest, found all hidden tokens, killed all bosses. Your foolish mouth decided against you yet another time.

"Shush, it's not my fault your dick is too big"

Sometimes there are things you regret instantly after they happen. You can never turn back time. You have to deal even the worst consequences.

"Oh? It's too big now?" he smirked but your eyes were shut as you shaked in fear and anticipation "you were begging for it yesterday"

Demon player. He knew he got you all red so his fingers reached for your chin, locking it in firm grasp and pulling up to him.

"What a pretty baby. Too bad she has to be reminded her place"

You could swear the blush crept only bigger on your cheeks.

Namjoon sat up and brought your fragile body against his.

"Now what is kitten gonna do, hmm?" he stared deeply like he was trying to catch every gesture that could signalize misbehaviour.

"M-make my brattiness up, sir? Only tell me how" he could probably feel the gentle throb of your core against his thigh.

"Ride my thigh" Namjoon fast replied.

It got you shocked. He was sure long time ago that this is what he wants, judging by the short time of creating such precise order.

Growing impatient and even more angry, his hand fell down onto your thigh, onto the place where it did previously, getting pitiful yelp out of you.

"I let you have your fucking bad behaviour not punished once" rapper was moving your hips, helping you "and you just go and act like the worst bratty slut"

You weren't sure if he talked more or ended his growls then. In fact all you knew was how heavenly flexes of his muscles worked magic on your heat. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, eyebrows almost colliding with eachother. Realease was just around the corner. He added his fingers to your nipples. Fracture of shirt making the sensation even more magnificent.

Until he pushed you off to the floor saying something in type of "no teasing".

You might be fucked out and denied of your release, but you knew better than annoy him further.

His lenghty cock landed on your tongue coating it with salty, white cream. You worked your body back and forth sucking harsh. He really wasn't too small. You were never complaining about the great shaft nor the gentle curve of it.

"Now that's a good girl" he collected spit from your face with thumb and tasted it. That sight alone could bring you to the end. But you had to work for it more. It was unspoken but you sure could sense that.

Keeping eyes on him you swirled your wet muscle around his penis. You moaned.

"Shit, kitten" Joon pet your head. It would be a sweet gesture if not the fact that he did it just to grab you and force you to take all of him, nose hitting his defined abdomen.

Pleading eyes, saying "please, fuck my throat open". How on earth could he refuse you that? The harder he thrusted the more you gagged, but you couldn't care less.

You chocked due to him never warning you. Your hand landed on your lips to not spit out even drop of what he gave to you.

"You want more to keep you shut?" you opened your mouth for him to spit into. Turning you on more. Your thighs shutting toghether. Swallowing.

After that he raised you up and threw on the bed. Your panties landed in other direction.

His breath in the right place made shivers go up your spine. You felt so tortured and sensitive, impatient and needy, wet and hot, you could probably come in seconds.

Namjoon ran his tongue up your folds, circling it on your clit at the end. His head fall down and lips moved on you. He was making out with your labia, fingers dancing on your sweet spot inside. You wanted to crawl away as the pleasure grew unbearable, but he only pulled you closer. Slow circling on your clit as your insides got abused got you to a very wet and loud orgasm. His face and chest was now coated in your juices. You could only whine when he sucked your clitoris through and then after.

Namjoon wasn't evil though. Maybe he needed to be less merciful but he kissed inside of your thighs anyway.

"Good baby, yes. My sweet princess. I love you, I hope you know that"

You pulled him by his hair for a cuddle.

"Need anything?" he asked clearly worried. Your breath was heavy and it was evident you were tired.

"No, thanks" you shaked your head "just you"

"Let me at least bring you something to drink, okay?" he kissed your forehead and left before you could convince him to anything.

It took Namjoon few minutes until he was back with bottle of water, mug of hot chocolate and towel.

He cleaned you up. Rather tried to. You got all squirmy and overstimulated even though your orgasm was minutes ago.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay" he kissed up your tummy "aish, I really love you"

"It's such cuddle weather. I dream of nothing more than your arms" he smiled as you seemed to be back with your whiny self.

"Neither do I, kitten"

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headshxtina · 4 years

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Brave - Koishi Sugawara

Genre: Fluff, au

Warnings: Language! And that’s all hehe

Song of the day:

Hope you enjoy! I just wrote this out if nowhere since I’ve been in love with him so much,, forgive me for the cliché-ish plot djjdjd this is my first tumblr fic i’ve only written one-shots before all my fics are on wattpad 🥺

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“Dealing with the kids is pretty hard, right?”

Sugawara asked, eyebrow slightly lifted as you were oblivious to his appearance again because of being too concentrated on the lists of teams Karasuno were about to have practice matches with in two weeks.

“Oh? Y- yeah...”

The boy leaned down to the notes, nonchalantly humming, but it seemed like he was focused on your expression more than the tough lists that could match the math revise papers you get.

“Are you tired of replacing Yachi? She’d be absent for pretty long. maybe for MONTHS...” Sugawara left out a soft sigh, being his considerate self as usual, or at least that what was you thought.

He was also known for being the gentle parental figure and the sweet, gentle setter of the team. He was training very hard with the team, even though he wasn’t usually the main setter.

But he seemed to not mind. He appreciated how his appearance helped his fellows practice more consistently and more focused, not to mention his calmness and skillful way of thinking during the matches. You liked that about him, but the recent thoughts about him have been... different from the past ones. Like an evolution. Like how his smile was like an efflorescent kind of spring, how the gentle color of his eyes was like clouds passing the clear afternoon skies, and his comforting smile that sometimes you couldn’t face, and how his iries sometimes were labyrinthe whenever he turned to yo-

“Hey? HEY...?”

Your thoughts stopped in a halt.

“HUH? HUH? WHAT THE FUC-“

“You accidentally kicked your coffee...”

“Oh my GOD... I’m so sorry, I- OH SHIT!”

His shirt was filled with the smell of cappuccino.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! I’M SO SORRY SUGA! DO- DO YOU-“

The latter lifted your frown up by caressing the corners of your lips and gently pulled them up, ended it with a soft cheeks pinch.

“Hey... I have extra shirts. I’m okay, you know how third years always know how to prepare.”

“Oh. Okay. I’m still so sorry though.”

“Remember to not kick your sprite next time.” He mocked you and went to grab an another shirt. “Do you need me to buy you an another coff-“

“NAH. NAH. ME GOOD AS FUCK. UH...”

“Okay then! Don’t worry about me. Poor you... so focused on work.”

His footsteps echoed around the practice room, as the team weren’t there yet. Suga went early because he said he “wanted fresh air and some time to talk to the new manager”, which is you.

The sun rays soared the clear sky, replacing the early aurora. It was somewhat idyllic, it reminded you of the halcyon ages, the early mornings when you and your ex-boyfriend would walk into the convenient stores on the way to school, how he would share his coffee with you. Cappuccino. Always cappuccino.

But that was before your break-up last year. Your heart has promised itself to create a barrier from any emotions from being hurt deep down from his getaway. but somehow, it has lost its composure.

Just because of some other boy.

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“Yes Daichi!”

Sugawara fist-bumped Daichi when they got an another point for the red team.

They were having a practice set, as always.

“Aye! Y/n, are you tired?”

Your thoughts stopped wandering when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! Asahi! How’s the match going?”

“Oh! Yamaguchi asked me to let him replace me for a while. Homeboy’s doing good. Like look at him. Awww...”

“Proud dad you are, Asahi.”

You two left out a small chuckle as he could feel something going on instantly with his left and nimble instinct. And a compassionate soul.

“Y/n, you like Koushi-boy, right?”

Asahi saying that left a huff out of your lips.

“What? Who said that?”

“Nah, just feels like it. Sorry if i’m wrong. But man, the way you’ve been looking at him these past months since Yachi left means something.”

Your tongue was mixed in dirt and cut dry. Somehow, your saliva was nowhere to be found in the back of your throat.

“Uh... Yeah. Sugawara. I l-“

“SEE? HOMEBOY I WAS RIGHT BITCH! OKAY SO WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP YO-“

“SHHH BITCH!”

Your warning reminded Asahi that it was the practice room you guys were standing in, not in the supermarket.

“Okay. But uh...”

“Hm?” He asked as soon as the words left your lips again, like a reflex.

“Dude doesn’t even look at me. No chance. Still painful since my last break-up. No way. I don’t even think of-“

“So,” Asahi stopped you in a gentle manner and leaned in. “I know it hurts, but feelings can’t be stopped. We are human. Being hurt and showing how you feel isn’t bad at all... It’s called being brave. And after it, you can be even stronger. You have to take over your fears. You have me here advising and sharing everything with you. Don’t think of covering it up. It’s better if you just tell Koushi. And, to be honest, you are too focused on your papers you rarely observe how he looks at you.”

You punched Asahi in the stomach, which made he chuckle a little bit. “Ow!”

“Anyways... Yamaguchi’s going in again. You should get out there.”

“Okay.”

The way Asahi smiled at you told you to DO something. Do a thing you’d never thought of doing again.

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The night at the Karasuno rest house was a mess and rowdy as always, filled with the laughs of Tanaka, Nishinoya and Hinata in the halls, and the shouts from Daichi and Ukai telling them to shut up.

It was eerie as the clock hit twelve. Kageyama and Hinata weren’t practicing as always, they fell off asleep after the practice that day, since they had to do about ten laps of running around the school for having a fight and then forgetting about it again.

You were closing your eyes, but it stung. You couldn’t bare to sleep with your heart beating so fast in the middle of the quiet and calm night air.

Your head was full of Sugawara. No, you couldn’t push the heavy brick blocking your emotions out of your heart. It would be forgotten, as many other emotions.

But no. It had been there for months.

Refusing to continue that annoying phrase, you slipped into your slippers and walked out the hallways, out into the staircase in front of the house.

Everyone must’ve been asleep by then. Even Asahi, whom was in the same class as you and understood you the most. There was no one to talk to.

Your lips left out a sigh and as you were just about to close your eyes to meet with the sounds of the night wind, a figure passed by you in silence, a little observant as you realized it was a silhouette of someone.

“Y/n? Aren’t you supposed to be in your bed right now, idiot?”

It was no other than Suga.

“Should be you more, turd. It’s literally midnight, why the fuck are you still here?”

“Can’t sleep.” He replied. “Just thoughts...”

“Too many thoughts are up in my head, couldn’t sleep either.”

You earned nothing but a look down to the ground between both of you. The boy said nothing, as he diverted his pupils to the sky. Immediately, the sight of his face being illuminated by the carressing moonlight holding his face so firmly and softly made your heart fly out of your chest again. Something inside you was urging you to say just three words. Just. Three.

But the past memories triggered them away. You could not get yourself hurt again.

The voice of Asahi stuck inside your head.

“I know it hurts, but feelings can’t be stopped. We are human. Being hurt and showing how you feel isn’t bad at all... It’s called being brave.”

You opened your lips in a short second, which was noticed by Suga.

“You were about to say?”

“KOUSHI SUGAWARA! I-“

Your heart was competing with speed of your tongue. Competing with the tears about to fall right down your face. But just three words was the easiest thing you could say that time. No way back.

Your tears could drop at the moment. Your tongue could be cut at that moment. Your trust in love could be crushed again.

“I LIKE YOU!”

He stood there, looking at you, a little bit observant and calm.

“I like you. Ever since Yachi left for the business trip. I just... don’t believe after that stupid break-up, I could ever let my emotions happen again. I...” You choked on the tears beginning to fall from your lids. “I could be he- heartbroken- again- I’m so- sorry-“

Your hiccups were the sound of pain to him. He immediately walked in nearer to you when your tears started to fall. They kept on wetting your cheeks. They dropped. Fell. Wet the road. They were salty upon your lips and your soft hiccups.

“I’M SUCH AN IDIOT! I’M EMBARRASSING US TWO! I’M A FAILURE... I’m so sorry Suga...”

“Why? Why would you ever be one? Why would you be a failure? You just did the bravest thing." His voice was soft and was faded between your hiccups. You couldn't quite hear or see the caring look on his eyes when he touched your fingers and hesitated for a little before caressing them and molding them inbetween his.

You kept on crying loudly and sobbing. You didn't care about anything anymore. You knew it was a failure saying those words. And the feelings you've kept for so long. If Asahi broke the brick wall of Datekou, then you'd just broken the walls keeping your emotions flow out again.

Noticing you didn't reply, Koushi just quietly planted a soft kiss on your temple, and he kept on kissing when he turned to you and you nodded, he kissed all the way down to your cheeks, feelings your tears touching his lips, but he kept on kissing and stopped at your neck.

"Don't wanna do the licky licky thing over here-"

That left out a soft chuckle from you, which made him a little happy.

"Now... All you have to know is that you're the bravest you've ever been. You're always so brave..."

Before he could notice, your sobs quickly turned into lazy snores as your head bumped down onto his shoulders. The boy realized you had fell asleep and smiled, and there was a beautiful flower blooming inside of his heart as well. His love for you these past months have been opened up by you, not him. He felt like a wimp for not saying it first, but he finally felt happy you'd broken out of your tight shell.

So his hands went to caress your hair between pulling his fingers down your lucious locks. They were soft, opposite to the way his heart was beating for you.

“Sleep tight, sugar. I love you so much.” He whispered.

Asahi and Kiyoko were no other than the ones who brought you two up to your bunks, chuckling at each other, knowing everything by the way you two both fell asleep on each other on the staircase, Suga's hand still holding yours. Firmly. Like he wouldn't ever want to let it go.

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As the alarm clock rang through the eerie silence, you heard everyone groaning in tiredness as Tanaka shouted against Daichi that he wanted a little more sleep and quickly snored again against the soft blanket.

Everyone got ready with huffs and complains under their sleepy breaths, Hinata fixed his funny-looking disheveled hair while shouting at Kageyama for stealing his snacks.

When Karasuno got into the practice room, hyper and ready for an another day of practice, you immediately noticed that familiar silhoutte passing by and stopping right in front of you.

"So, here's a thing, Y/n."

His lips figured in about a few seconds.

"I also... like you back. I love everything about you."

"Hm."

You flashed a smile at him, your eyes still puffy from last night. He just went in and gently kissed the corner of your eye. "Don't cry because of me again, that was.... heartbreaking to see."

"Who would, idiot."

"Who ELSE would." He mocked you as you shyly looked down.

"So, be my girlfriend? As in girlfriend, not girl-friend... uh... like friend as a girl hsjssjshshdh- Alright, be my girlfriend?"

"Gladly, Koushi."

In a sudden, he caught everyone's attention intentionally when he called everyone to get ready and immediately turned to you, got a nod, and crashed his lips onto yours.

A sweet apple smell from his hair passed by your nose, your lips were perfectly molded together, and his soft breath made you feel even better, ecstasy was filling your body, your hands keeping on playing with his soft grey locks.

"OKAY SUGAWHATTHEFUCK?"

Nishinoya and Tanaka's squeals could be heard from afar as Tsukki smiled softly. "Well, Yamaguchi, looks like our setter has fallen in love."

The whole room was filled with squeals and excitement, especially Hinata continuously pulling Kageyama's shirt in surprise, and the latter couldn't care less but gasp and felt so happy for both of you and didn't give a single fuck about Hinata's stupid actions.

"Uh hum." Coach Ukai could be heard from a distance. "Well, looks like our setter has been having a little... makeout sessi-"

"OH SHIT SORRY COACH-" Both of you turned around and realized the whole team has surrounded you guys, including Coach Ukai and Takeda sensei.

"Okay! Suga has a lovey dovey girlfriend, but that doesn't mean we don't continue to practice, remember? You two do that lovey dovey shit at home, not here-"

"YES COACH! I FEEL SO MUCH MORE ENERGETIC AFTER SPEAKING UP MY THOUGHTS! LET ME DO A FUCKING TWO-ATTACK-"

Everyone laughed at Suga's excitement. In the corner of the room, you saw a smile upon Asahi's lips, his eyes gentle and his grin wide as he raised a thumbs up.

"Good job." The tall boy chuckled as he walked towards you.

"All bets on you, Asahi." You smiled back at him. "Thank you. For everything."

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hiddendreamer67 · 5 years

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Dragged From The Depths (5)

Summary: Thomas isn’t dead, and he’s not sure why.

(Check my reblog for links to previous parts and the taglist!)

Shoutout to @oxygenandduchess for commissioning this chapter, as well as the last one! It was my pleasure to write these! :D

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Thomas was dead… right? He had to be dead. He should be dead.

He remembered that monster coming out of the water, so terrifyingly gigantic. He remembered feeling like the boat might just topple over, like a bath toy sunken by a teasing child. Thomas had been thrown about, desperately clinging to the railing, but the metal was slick with sea spray and Thomas had tumbled overboard into the waves.

Frantically Thomas had attempted to tread water. Where was the surface? He kept trying to push his legs up but after a while he didn’t know where ‘up’ was; it was an overbearing darkness, the currents dragging him down into the depths like a sunken prize.

Is this how I die? Thomas had thought to himself, floating further into the murky blackness. His lungs began to burn, desperate to take in air, and Thomas knew he couldn’t hold his breath much longer. Were Remy and Deceit next? Would they join him? Thomas’ eyes stung, straining to make out anything in the opaque waters. He could only see shadows, large ominous figures that appeared too impossibly big to be swimming this close to the surface.

All of a sudden, a massive embrace crushed around Thomas’ stomach. Against his will Thomas let out a gasp, and instantly water began to pour into his lungs.

NO! Thomas wanted to scream, thrashing wildly as his abdomen felt as though it was on fire. Thomas squirmed against the impossible grip, terrified as he renewed his desperate attempts to get to the surface. I DON’T WANNA DIE!

There were noises, horrible noises, muffled by the waves but still sounding like a mix of a jungle cat and the screech of nails on a chalkboard. Thomas’ shoulders shot up to his ears, intent on blocking out the sounds before a flash of pain racked across his chest and Thomas realized at least when he was dead in a moment he wouldn’t have to hear the awful wailings.

Thomas’ vision was spotty now, he could feel the strain on his eyes. The tears he released mixed with the salty waters all around him. Thomas tensed, feeling sharp claw nails pressing against his neck. A moment later a new sensation began. Where the creature’s palm touched against his skin, a burning icy fire began to spread, forcing Thomas’ chest to contract inwards on himself. If there was any air left in his lungs Thomas would have screamed, squeezing his eyes shut tight and wondering if his ribcage was just going to collapse in on itself like a dying star.

Yes, Thomas should be dead by now… but he wasn’t.

“I did it!” There was a voice, sounding right behind his ear. It had a strange accent to it, sounding overly bubbly. The feeling of strong limbs wrapped around his torso remained, but the constricting feeling of death seemed to have vanished. His lungs no longer burned, and Thomas could feel his heart pumping away normally as though it did not care about his near fatal departure.

...what?

Thomas opened his eyes, blinking in surprise. He was still underwater, yet he could see.It was as though someone adjusted the brightness of a laptop, and now Thomas could make out two huge expanses of midnight blue and scarlet red smooth skin.

Thomas gasped, and realized that when he did so that burning sensation did not return to his lungs. There was still a faint tingling sensation on his neck, left behind as though the creature still holding him in a vice grip had marked him. Thomas reached a hand up, tentatively touching his neck, and his skin felt cool beneath his touch. Slowly, Thomas looked up, trying to get a better look at his- captor? Savior?

“Aw, you’re welcome lil’ minnow!” An almost human face grinned down at him, but it was far too large with too many sharp teeth. Thomas gulped. Was this mer just going to eat him now? Maybe it saved him just because it wanted to hurt Thomas himself… but when it had spoken, it sounded so human, and even now Thomas noted a certain playfulness in the creature’s eyes. Hopefully it didn’t want to play with him like a cat plays with its prey.

“Ah!” Thomas gave a small cry, shocked to hear his own voice as he was all but crushed once again against the mer’s chest. He struggled, trying to make sense of what the heck was going on. Why could he all of a sudden breathe underwater? What had this creature done to him?

Thomas flinched, hearing those strange noises again rumbling through the waves. He turned, spotting the two intimidating figures a little way off. They were so massive that crushed in this grip Thomas could only make out part of their tails, never mind their faces. Were they…talking to each other? But why couldn’t Thomas understand them? He had definitely heard the light blue one using him as a teddy bear talk.

“W-what…” Thomas croaked, testing his voice out under the water. It felt wrong, letting salt water fill his throat but feeling no burning need for air. “What’s happening?”

“EEEE!” The shriek the mer gave was not unlike a dolphin, but it was so high-pitched right near Thomas’ ear that the human desperately wished he could cover them. Alas, his hands were still strapped firmly to his sides by the unrelenting grip. The mer didn’t answer his question, instead turning excitedly to the larger giants. “Logan, he can talk!”

This time Thomas expected the rumbling that came in response, and even in mer-language Thomas recognized that parental tone of ‘yes yes, very nice’ when an adult was off-handedly praising a child.

“I- why do you know English?” Thomas said blearily, so many questions floating around his waterlogged brain.

The mer tilted his head, looking into Thomas’ eyes with a questioning gaze. His sapphire eyes felt like they might peer into Thomas’ soul. “…English? What’s English?”

“It’s…what we’re speaking?” Thomas frowned, slowing his struggles as he got a little more wiggle room, the mer having loosened his grip to let Thomas lean back. “Like, the language. I mean, we are, aren’t we? Why else could I understand you?”

“Why, your mark silly.” The mer giggled, tapping that spot on Thomas’ neck he had touched before.

Thomas felt a jolt tingle through his veins, his body reacting intensely to the mer’s touch. To Patton’s touch. Patton, the Oceanic whitetip reef mer, second youngest of the clan.

Wait, why on Earth did he know that?

Patton seemed surprised by the interaction as well, peering down at the human curiously. “Thomas.” Patton said his name, and Thomas nearly shivered as a cool wave of energy washed over him. “Aww, what a cute name, it suits you!”

“Thank … you?” Thomas felt his nose scrunching up. “And you’re, uh, Patton, right?”

“You said my name!” Patton shrieked again, eagerly cutting off Thomas and once again Thomas wished he could protect his ears. “Do it again!”

“Patton!” Thomas said it in a rush, eyes widening in horror. He hadn’t tried to say that. It was as though the words had been ripped from his lungs, the human having no choice in the matter.

Was this magic? Is that what was happening? Thomas felt himself growing uncomfortably tingly, too many unanswered questions giving him anxiety. He wished he could run his fingers along his neck, if only to try and figure out what exactly Patton had done to him. Was there a bruise? A glowing circle? Did he have gills? Considering he was breathing underwater and talking to a merman, Thomas would believe it.

“What’s happening?” Thomas asked again, beginning to feel lightheaded. His eyes darted around, trying to find answers in the unyielding murky depths. Even with his newly enhanced underwater vision, only shadows loomed in the distance. “Where am I? What’s going to happen to me?”

“Oh, Thomas, shhh.” Patton shushed him, pressing the human’s head to his shoulder. His slightly webbed hand began to brush Thomas’ hair, making Thomas shudder. It was such a familiar action and yet so foreign. The hand was too large, the form he was pressed against too unfamiliar. It was like one half of Thomas’ brain fought against this, and the other half wanted to submit into the embrace of his mer.

…his mer?

“Just sleep, mini minnow.” Patton giggled. At the sound of his command, Thomas’ eyelids drooped, and the world went dark.

#dragged from the depths #giant!mers #mer!patton #mer sides #sanders sides #g/t #thomas #near death experience #near drowning #drowning mention #part 5 #magic #ooooh

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sserpente · 6 years

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In a heartbeat (Chapter 13)

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“Loki…” Panicking, you turned to him and grabbed his arm, frantically shaking it. “Loki, what is…”

The God of Mischief pressed his lips together tightly. His brother had not spotted him yet and Loki made no advances whatsoever to help him out of his risky misery.

“I doubt he can beat my beloved champion but if he does… I will double your bounty.” The Grandmaster continued with a satisfied grin.

What? Your lips parted in shock as you began to tremble. Double his bounty?

Snarling, the scrappers dragged Thor around the corner until he was out of sight. He was barely conscious now and without his hammer… you had seen men made of stone today. What if…? Your sorrow for him was different from your fear of losing Loki but still, you were worried Thor might not survive this.

What had gone wrong? How had he been caught? Had Loki… not supplied him with access codes after all? When he had winked at you… he hadn’t exactly told you a lie but…

“Loki, what is all of this?!” You winced, keeping your voice low to not raise the Grandmaster’s suspicion. He was still close, talking to his most faithful Topaz.

“The reward for his capture will set me up nicely,” he answered equally quiet. Forgotten was your urge to pee. Loki had betrayed his own brother, again. He might as well stab you in the chest.

“I have told him I would want to stay here on Sakaar. I have already risked my life once and for what? Hela is more powerful than ever. It is about time Thor too realises that Asgard is lost.”

“You told me you were going to help him! You promised me you were gonna bring me home!” You yelled, your composure forgotten as hot tears worsened your sight and made you forget everything around you, the God of Mischief turning into a black dot before you.

“Shhh!” Loki hissed quietly.

“You lied to me.” You whispered, crying freely now. With a start, you remembered what he had told you the night you had asked him about his brother’s mission.

“What changed your mind?”

“A very interesting conversation,” he had replied and you, naïve and stupid, had believed he meant the conversation he had held with you, instead… instead he had been talking about his ridiculous chat with the Grandmaster.

“You are a fool if you thought I would not.” Loki said severely, his blue gaze never leaving yours. Sobbing, you wiped a few of your tears from your cheeks, noticing with dismay that your black make-up had smeared. You were a mess. A complete and utter mess. How could you have been so blind?

Why, it was almost funny! You knew what they all said about Loki, knew of all the warnings they whispered to each other and yet, you had blindly let your feelings get the better of you. Feelings that, and this was the worst part, paired with devastating disappointment, had not changed in the slightest.

You still longed to be with this man, despite his betrayal. Despite the fact he had let you down. Knowing this caused even more salty tears to run down your cheeks and paint dirty streaks of black coal onto your skin.

“What about me?” You muttered breathlessly.

“I am sorry.”

Was he really? Sorry? Perhaps he was. Be careful what you wish for, your mother always said. You had wanted to be with Loki… and now you were going to be stuck with him on a strange planet, enjoying the reputation of a mere and silly pleasure slave for the rest of your life.

“Take me back to your apartment,” you begged, facing the ground as you did. Meeting his blue eyes—his beautiful blue eyes—again right now… it would tear you apart. “I don’t want to stay here.”

Loki slightly shook his head. “We cannot leave now. I placed a large wager against Thor. The Grandmaster counts on my presence.”

“Then bring me back and enjoy the rest of this ridiculous and brutal show alone!” This time, the Grandmaster turned his head. Whether he had heard your exact words, you did not know but even if he did, Loki would talk his way out of it. He always did, after all. The famous silver tongue that deceived them all… including you.

“Your slave is raising her voice against you? Tsk,” Topaz shook her head in a disgusted manner. “Perhaps you didn’t train her as well as you thought you have.”

Loki gave her an embarrassed smile. “Maybe not,” he muttered under his breath. It was then you scoffed and kicked him in the shin, eliciting a silent grunt from him—your second mistake.

Tilting his head threateningly, he narrowed his blue eyes at you and then jerked you forward by wrapping his hand firmly around your upper arm. It hurt. You could already feel the bruises forming as he dragged you through the hallway, making sure the Grandmaster and Topaz saw how he treated you in response to your boldness. You didn’t blame him for it; they didn’t know the truth—to them, it had to seem like Loki was angry at you for your actions when in reality… you were angry with his.

“You promised!” You bellowed as soon as he had closed the vast door forming the entrance to his apartment. “You promised you would get me home! Do you have any idea how homesick I am? What it means for me to be stranded here? I’m all alone, nobody understands me and all Thor cares about is overpowering that stupid goddess of death!”

“I know!” Loki yelled back, leaning forward slightly. You had never seen him this agitated. “I saw you crying the day we left for Helheim, (Y/N)!”

You wanted to strangle him. I will make sure to keep an eye on you. He thought you were desperate to get away from here. You were, of course… but Loki saw only half the picture. He was as blind as you. Blind enough to betray you.

“You promised.” You repeated, your voice shaking. “You promised me!!!”

Electricity shocks were rippling through your body, rational brain cells exploding and shattering to a million pieces—just like your heart. A desperate scream escaped your lips when you bolted forward, throwing wild and uncontrolled punches at him.

Breathing heavily, you clenched your fists, swinging at his chest repeatedly. Again, again, again and again until Loki snatched your wrists and forced you to think.

You traded your boiling wrath with fresh tears as fast as the numbing anger had come over you. Next thing you knew, your cheek collided with his body as you wrapped your arms around him, crying rivers against his muscly body.

Maybe he just couldn’t help himself? Maybe this was what he was? Constantly condemned to live up to his mischievous reputation? His arms around you were soothing. For a couple of minutes, you just stood there in silence as he stroked over your hair and held you tightly, comforting you.

His embrace was so calming. Just like the day you had woken up in his hug, you couldn’t believe this was the man who had brought death and destruction over New York—or the man who had sold his own brother as a gladiator.

What was happening to you? How could you forgive him? Were you… were you really in love? Loki had disappointed you and here you were, clinging onto him as if your life depended on it.

“You’re all I have left,” you sobbed out of breath, your own words scaring you shitless when you spoke them out loud and you realised… they were true. You trusted Loki. “Don’t let me down.”

The God of Mischief sighed—surprised and taken aback by your vulnerable confession and for the first time in the history of humanity… he didn’t know what to say.

He settled for a simple, gentle “Go to sleep, little minx.”

“You’ll leave if I do.”

“I have to go back. But I promise I will join you later.” There it was again. I promise.

Taking a deep breath, you fought the last of your tears and wiped your cheeks to dry them. “How can I believe you?”

You knew the answer of course. You couldn’t. You had to. You had no other choice.

“Have I not kept you safe?” Loki finally said. His dark voice was but a whisper, yet every single sound that escaped his lips cursed through your body like adrenaline. All you managed was a nod in response. He was caressing you with a tender gaze—his blue eyes sparkling—when you finally pulled away and started at the bed as calmly and composed as you could muster.

Loki watched until you had slid under the covers as if to make sure you did as you were told, then, with a final nod and one last, thoughtful look, he left the apartment.

The sleepless night announced itself by the clock striking midnight. Sighing sadly, you shifted on the soft mattress and buried yourself under the covers, missing Loki’s warmth next to you, his arms around your waist, keeping any harm away from you.

He still hadn’t returned, your twisted thoughts imagining him drinking, dancing and celebrating with a bunch of beautiful young women the Grandmaster paid to seduce him. Real pleasure slaves that would actually satisfy his… primal needs. Like a lightning bold, the image of Valkyrie kissing him returned to you and struck you like a painful slap in the face.

You’d much rather willingly become his whore if only it meant you would never have to see something like that ever again.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you turned to the other side to hug Loki’s pillow. It smelled like him—leather, firewood and molten metal—and if you closed your eyes tightly… you could imagine it was actually him.

It was then you heard a silent “psss”, followed by a creaking door. Loki? Was he back? Why would he… hiss?

“(Y/N)? Are you here?” Valkyrie breathed.

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Nesta has trouble with skin to skin contact after her previous relationship with Tomas Mandray. Cassian is letting her work through it in her own way.

I lean my forehead on his bare chest and exhale. He must be siphoning heat directly from the sun. I push through the shame and embarrassment to say what I cannot lie to myself about any longer.

“I want to touch you.” I whisper. “So badly.”

“Touch me, Nesta. Please.” He replies like he's been waiting to tell me these words since he came into this universe and he must say them now before I disappear. “But you can’t…” I shake my head a bit, forehead still touching his chest. I do not want to say it aloud again. “I know.” I lift my head and gaze at him through my lashes. He is so sure but I still ask again. “Really?” I whisper. I should be scared to push my limits and risk resurrecting the memories I bury daily. I should be, but excitement pricks at my veins like a nurse eager to move onto the next patient. “I’ll keep my hands to myself. I swear to you Nesta.” He looks me like I'm made of feathers and I want to show him I'm a Phoenix. “I want you to feel me.” His hands are shaking by his side and I want to hold them against the rose petals that his presence places on my cheeks. Instead I take advantage of this moment, so fragile and fleeting. I will my hands to be steady for him as I lift them to his neck. His heat greets me like I've just walked in from a cold winter night and I'm melting, melting, melting. I feel his pulse vibrating against my hands, so sure of itself, it's purpose. I slowly let my hands drift upwards, over the sharp edge of his jaw and onto the smooth cushion of his cheeks. My thumbs graze atop the apples of his cheeks and his eyes flutter shut, long black lashes now laying on my fingers. They feel like butterfly kisses. I run my hands up still, flitting past his cheekbones, my thumbs running against his temples until my hands are in his thick black hair. It swallows my pale flesh and I move against the softness of it. Cassian moans softly and I'm not breathing and all I want is to hear it again. My fingernails scratch his scalp gently and he lets out another soft moan. I'm already tucking his noises away into my mind to remember forever. I make a noise in surprise and he looks at me. His eyes are sleepy and content and in this moment he looks like a fallen angel. The sides of his lips quirk up at me and I feel like that might be his way of bestowing blessings. I wonder...

I grab a fist of hair and gently tug so his head falls back a little. His hands twitch at his side's but I fulfill what they seek and move closer to him. We're on our knees and our thighs are touching and every inch of his skin on me feels like it's singing my name like a Siren. Closer! Closer! Closer!

He swallows and I set my eyes on his pulse like a target. I can feel the heat before my lips met it. I feel it bashing itself against my lips and I open to greet it. My teeth graze his throat before I lick him like he did to me all those months ago. I hope he feels a fraction of what I did but I can tell by the way his chest is rising and falling that he does. I close my lips around his skin, sucking on it slightly. I earn another moan from him and greedily slip it into that pocket in my mind. “Oh gods.” I say against his throat. I press my stomach against his and I think my heart stops. There's a hard length pressing up against my stomach and I ignite. Whatever band of self control that I've weaved through my actions of this morning have snapped. I press my stomach against his hard cock with more pressure this time and my head falls down on his neck. I sink my teeth into the soft brown flesh before I lose anymore control and start writhing against him. “Fuck.” He groans. I let the skin of his neck lose and start lapping my tongue over the indentions I've left. "You're doing so well, Nesta.” My heart hums with his praise. My hand leave his hair and the left side of his neck and I don't know where they're going but anywhere on him is a good place to be. My hands falls under the hem of his shirt and I'm feeling his stomach, chest and never forgetting how close that band of his underwear is. I detach from his neck and look down at the contrast of our skin together. We compliment each other well. The golden brown of his skin making the soft pink of mine stand out. The moonlit colour I am making his tone all the warmer. We are dusk and midnight. My fingernails dig into his chest, leaving my mark of crescent moons on his horizon. My eyes gaze at his face and I'm surprised to see his cheeks are full of colour, as if he's stolen his rose petals back from me. Even his nose is tipped in pink. His lips are wet as if he can't stop picking them and I can't help myself. My lips meet his and it's unlike anything I've ever known. So different from that kiss he gave me on the battlefield. That kiss was layered with grief of what could have been. In this moment I am sure that this is the next life he promised me and this kiss is hope. He tastes like sugar and cream and the combination is driving me crazy. I want more. His full lips part as he draws in a gasp. I make quick work of this. I kiss his top lip and his bottom lip before he realizes what's happening and presses against me. My lips part for him and his tongue finds its way into my mouth and I feel like I'm drowning and I never want to come up to the surface. He's breathing like he's going crazy and I can't even imagine what I sound like but the noises that escape his lips take priority in my brain. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and I whimper as he lets go. I'm kissing him and my heart is beating so fast I can't tell if I'm imagining the black spots blooming behind my eyelids. He pulls back from me and I feel like I've been yanked up to the surface by the back of my neck. His eyes are lit up and he's smiling like a child in a candy shop. “No, no, more…” I whisper. There's force in my words and I know I'm being selfish but in this moment my body cannot let him go. “Nesta... Babe… You do realize where your hand is, right?” Embarrassment cracks through my desire and I am alert of my right hand in-between my thighs, my fingers dipped inside my folds like a honey pot. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry-“ He peppers my cheeks and lips and nose and forehead and jaw and eyelids with kisses before I can say anything more. “I want you to feel good.” He says in a low tone. There's something about it that vibrates my bones. “I…” He places another kiss on my lips and I'm still mortified. “Shhh. Keep your hand there. Do you like the way you’re making yourself feel?” “Yes..." “Keep moving your fingers, Nesta.” I slip my fingers back into my folds. My eyes flutter shut and my head dips down as I find that bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I run a finger around it slowly. I cannot believe this happening. Cassian is watching me touch myself and every circle I make makes my breath come faster. “I can smell how wet you are. God's, Nesta, you smell so good. How do you taste?” My hand slows but does not stop as I look at him with wonder in my eyes. “I don't... I've never…” His gaze is deep and urgent, his cheeks riddled with more rose petals. “I bet you taste like magic.” My heart skips a beat as I get an idea. I grip onto his thick upper arm with my free hand and I move my fingers around my clit once more before I dip a finger into my hole. My lips part as a moan escapes me. My fingernails grip into his arm and I begin pumping my finger faster. It feels like heaven and I can see stars flying across the back of my eyelids. I dip another finger inside the deep wetness and curse against his chest. It hurts and I can feel myself throbbing against my fingers but I want him to know. I want to know. I slowly remove my fingers from myself and lift them carefully from my underwear and up to my face. They're soaked with a milky sheen of liquid and my heart is galloping as I open my mouth and suck on my fingers. Cassian's whole body twitches and his hand fly's to his hard length still pressed against me. I roll my tongue over them, keeping my lips partially open. It's sweet and salty and unlike anything I ever imagined. I close my lips around my fingers as I pull them from my mouth. “Why don't you find out?” “Cauldron be damned, woman.” His lips crash into mine with force and need and his tongue laps at the inside of my mouth. The sheer intimacy of what we're doing is making the heat in my belly burn hotter. He parts from me and presses his forehead against mine. His breathing is heavy and his lips are swollen like clouds. “You, Nesta Archeron, do not just taste like magic. You are magic.” My heart contracts and expands and I'm smiling at him like we're the only two left on the planet and I've finally found him. “What do you taste like, Cassian?” His brows lift before my smile becomes contagious. His teeth are so bright that they shine and I want to memorize the angle in which his lips lift when he smiles and the the way his tongue presses against the back of his teeth. He squeezes his length from outside of his underwear. My blood is screaming, Yes! He flips the band down and I can see the head of his cock. It's wet and shining in the morning glow coming in rays through my window. His stomach flexes gently and another bead of clear liquid escapes from his slit. He runs his finger over the drop and across his head before lifting his finger to his mouth which is already half open. He wipes his liquid on the pad of his tongue and I moan just watching him. I cannot believe what I'm seeing and I blink harshly to make sure this isn't just a fever dream. His liquid glistens on his tongue and I lean into him. I kiss the smooth surface with my lips. I lean back and look into his eyes before I lick the moisture from my lips. He's watching me so intently I'm sure that the world could be burning around us and his gaze would not falter. He tastes like water and something else I can't place, all I know is that I want more. I can't stop biting my lower lip. “Hm?” he ponders. “Have you done that before?” I ask too breathlessly to be flirty. “Everyone should know what they taste like. Did you like how you tasted, babe?” “Yes.” I nod. “And did you like the way I tasted?” “Yes!” I squeak out. More rose petals fall upon my cheeks. They keep falling and coat my collar bones and the tops of my breasts. His lips find mine once again and he's saying a million different things at once, combinations of “you're so beautiful” and “you are what I was made for” and I wish I could to recite him how I feel as well but my breath is nowhere to be found. My fingers are knotted his his hair and I can't pull his face close enough to me. I can feel him leaking onto my stomach through my shirt and it sends my body into the most wicked tailspin. I can't believe I'm responsible for making Cassian feel this way. This man, Commander of Armies, God in his own right, is reacting to my body this way, my taste. And his hands aren't even touching me. We are a mess of moans and whimpers and “oh, gods” and it sounds like church hymns in my ears.

“Do you want to touch yourself, Nesta?” He says to me and my hand clumsily untangles itself from his head of hair and I slide my fingers into my waistband. His laugh sounds like honey. “Do you want to touch yourself too, Cassian?” He looks down at the wet stain on my stomach and another bead of moisture drips from him. “If you're okay with it, and only then.” My eyes prickle with tears at his words. Nothing but honestly and love coat them and I want to wrap myself around him and spend the rest of my forever that way. “Please. I... I want to watch you. I've never seen…” I say. He kisses the bridge of my nose and my Cupid's bow. I mirror his kisses and he pulls his boxers down to his knees slowly, as if he's afraid I'm a deer and he'll startle me away. His hair falls in his face and he looks down at his hard length. He looks at me through the black tangles but my eyes won't budge. He lifts his siphon topped hand to his base and squeezes. His cock twitches upwards and he runs his fingers down it until he reaches the tip and rolls his arm back. I'm transfixed on his movements. The way his ragged breaths come in time with his strokes makes me knees give out. “I’m fine, I'm fine!” I can stay before he stops, my eyes still on his hand wrapped around himself. He huffs out a laugh. I’m kneeling and the backs of my thighs are on top of my calves. I don't even try to right myself. I'm eye level with his stomach and my hair brushes his arm as he pumps himself. He's groaning my name and I'm lost. The world is fuzzy. I push my fingers deeper into my underwear and warmness greets me. My underwear are soaked through and the skin around my cunt is slick with moisture. I slip a two fingers inside myself and cry out. I reach my other hand in my underwear and start brushing my index finger over my clit. I think Cassian says something to me but it's too hard to pay attention to anything. I lean my forehead into the side of his stomach and I feel him go taunt and loose at once. I know he wants to touch me. I want him to touch me but I have to be stronger for him, for myself, before I can let that happen. I want nothing more than for him to touch me like I'm touching myself. I give his side a kiss as I open my eyes and continue watching him. He reaches under his cock to cup his balls and gently squeezes them. I moan at the sight of him. He must be what sculptors aim for when they carve old Gods. I pump my fingers faster and rub my clit with more intensity. The heat set low in my stomach is almost unbearable now. I right myself on my knees and draw my fingers out of myself and wrap my arm around Cassian's neck to steady myself. My wet fingers make their way to his mouth and he sucks them completely clean, biting them when he's done. I press my face into his neck and move my fingers faster over that tiny bundle of nerves. I lick and suck and bite and I want to eat him alive. “Cassian,” I moan. “I feel…” I cannot describe what I feel. I'm building towards something every time I brush my clit. I'm shaking and my thighs are tightening and my breathing is labored from forgetting to inhale and exhale for periods of time.

He lifts his head up to me and stares at the roses he gave me. “So unbelievably beautiful.”

I wrap my free hand back into his hair and I tug his head back down to mine. I can feel the vibrations from him stroking himself. I can feel his gaze as my eyes flutter shut and I'm whispering his name between moans. He kisses the tops of cheeks and down towards his jawline until he finds the shape of my ear. He runs his tongue up the pointed length and whispers. “Release, love.” I do exactly as he says. A hot wave of pleasure rolls over me and my hips jerk towards my hand. This is everything. I feel like I'm living in a dream. A flare of black blooms behind my lids again and I have to steady myself by gripping Cassian with as much strength as I can give as my high rushes through my limbs. I don't even realizing I'm biting Cassian's neck until he nuzzles his face into where my neck meets my shoulder. My hair creates a barrier between his face and my skin. I can feel his hot pants through it. Ripples of my high are washing against me while I continue slowly rolling my hips towards my hand. Cassian's body goes ridged and I know this is his ending. The last of my orgasm feels like a warm fur blanket wrapping itself around my senses. I release his skin from between my teeth and whisper to him with my lips never leaving his wet neck. “My love.” He growls into my hair and it vibrates my entire being, sending a last wave of pleasure through me as I feel the hot come seep out of his cock and into my top. He's panting and shaking and moaning something.

Nesta, Nesta, Nesta.

He says it like it means ‘Amen.’ His voice is raw and I know in that moment that this is his most vulnerable.

He slumps against me after his body is spent and I free my hand from my underwear, release my other hand from his hair and wrap my arms under his and around his torso.

”Hold me.” I say. And he does.

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In the Crosshairs (31/?)

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“She still hasn’t woken up. The doctor said he isn’t sure when she will,” Garlan says.

A brisk breeze blows through Margaery’s hair. She combs her fingers through it and glances up at the moon. “She will. She has to. Have you spoken to father yet?”

“He’s a mess. It’s difficult for mother to reassure him when she can’t tell him anything about the mafias. I’m not sure when he last got more than four hours of sleep a night.”

“I wish we could tell him everything. He deserves to know Loras is okay. And me as well.”

“He’ll understand, once it’s all said and done,” Garlan assures her. “Rumor has it the Unsullied are negotiating with Dornish authorities to search for your friends.”

Margaery watches two figures walk to the cabin’s front door. “They’re prepared. Tell mother I love her. And grandmother. And give Leonette a hug for me.”

“Will do. Bye Margaery. Love you,” Garlan says.

“Love you too, Garlan,” Margaery hangs up. She crawls to the attic hatch door and lifts it up. She drops the blanket in first, then herself. Reaching the roof had been more difficult than she remembered doing when she was a kid. A lot more climbing and a lot less of Loras lifting her up on his shoulders. Those were the measures needed to reach reasonable cell service here though.

Oberyn has already claimed a spot in the chair by the time Margaery makes it out of the attic. “Your friend has quite the personality. I’ve never seen a woman flip off the man interviewing her at a live news conference.”

“Which is why I never interviewed her,” Margaery chuckles. “Are they still set to be here tomorrow?”

Oberyn nods. “Obara says your brother has been very quiet.”

“He’s strong. This is a lot to handle at one time. He has to catch up,” Margaery defends him. Loras was always the strong one.

Margaery’s eyes flick to the doorway. Sansa is bent over refilling Lady’s dog food. Those skinny jeans fit her just right. Tight in all the right places, a little worn…. “Is that my jacket?”

Sansa straightens up and comes closer. Under better lighting, Margaery knows it’s her old jacket. The sleeves are tattered and only reach ¾ of the way down Sansa’s arm. It had been ages since she’d seen it, not since…oh.

“Yes. I kept it, I-” Sansa glances at Oberyn, then back to Margaery. “I hope you don’t mind. I also have your new jacket in my bag. In case you changed your mind about it.”

“It’s fine. I left it.” Margaery takes a step to go back, then changes her mind and turns to Sansa again. “Actually, could you go with me and get the jacket. It’s supposed to be chilly tomorrow and I might need an extra jacket for Loras.”

“Yeah sure.”

Margaery follows Lady and Sansa to her room. There are extra blankets and a pillow in the corner, just as she has set up in the other room. She will let Obara and Jon decide between themselves who gets the couch. Loras will have the bed.

Margaery closes the door until it is cracked just a hair while Sansa goes to the closet. “You had a bad dream last night?”

“How did you know?” Sansa asks. She grabs the newer jacket.

“I woke up to pee and you were whimpering in your sleep.”

Sansa holds out the jacket. “Well, childhood psychological trauma has been known to cause a few restless nights.”

Margaery takes the jacket. “Not before.”

“Before I wasn’t rehashing old memories that I’d spent years trying to forget,” Sansa snaps. Immediately her face softens. She sits on the edge of the bed and focuses back on Margaery “I’m sorry. Petyr told me some news while we were in town.”

Margaery sits next to her. She sets the jacket aside and places one hand on Sansa’s shoulder. “What was it?”

Sansa takes a deep breath. “A body bag was delivered to one of his business offices. Bronn was inside, riddled with bullet holes. Cersei knew Petyr worked with my father, and now that the she knows we’re back. She’s not an idiot.”

“What did he do with him?” Margaery asks.

“He had someone carry the body out to a truck before too many people caught wind. Then disposed of it, I suppose.”

He as their link to Cersei’s inner circle. Without Bronn, they were charging blindly into the lioness’s den. “Your sister, is she still okay?”

Sansa nods. “She’s fine. Brienne is recovering well. Fuck. She’s starting to toy with us. The damn bitch probably knows everything. We’re wasting time with these media mind games.”

Margaery squeezes her shoulder. “Cersei knows the importance of image. She wouldn’t dare make a false step outwardly with so much attention on her. We’ll make our move before she makes hers.”

Sansa eyes Margaery’s hand, then returns her gaze to her face. “Then we need to make it soon.”

Margaery picks up the jacket and stands. “I’m going to go to bed. Early day tomorrow. Good night, Sansa.”

“Good night, Margaery,” Sansa says.

Margaery shuts the door behind her. She hears a soft thud against the mattress as she leaves. She heads to the kitchen for a glass of water before bed. Oberyn pours himself a glass of wine. He grins over his shoulder as he watches Margaery take down a glass. “A toast to the downfall of the Lannisters?”

Margaery half smiles. “I’ll toast to that after we’ve succeeded.”

“You should be celebrating. You’ll have everything you want: your brother, your freedom, even my daughter if you desire,” Oberyn approaches and whispers, “Do not think I have forgotten of our deal. You shall have safe passage to wherever you wish to get away from here. That in itself should be reason to celebrate.”

She knows he is testing her, but she can’t help the first thought that crosses her mind: What if I where I want to be is here? “It’s nice to see you have not forgotten, Prince of Dorne,” he grins at the tease. “I’d like to keep focus on what is to come. Like how will we capture Cersei. And who it will require.”

Oberyn snorts. “Simple, girl. The Viper will sneak into her most vulnerable place and capture her. She will confess her family’s sins and she will die. There is nothing more to think of. So drink, celebrate. The fall of the Lannister Mafia will be a glorious event.”

Margaery gulps the last of her water. “Good night. Don’t drink too much, cocky Viper.”

“The Viper never drinks too much.” Oberyn utters as Margaery walks to her room.

She sleeps on the bed a final time. She’s never minded sleeping on the floor when she’s had to, but she will miss the soft cotton sheets.

Not long after midnight, a long, low whine wakes her from her sleep. Laud sniffing and more whining lets her know Lady is outside her door. She’s about to shoo the dog away and back to Sansa’s room when high-pitched yelp shatters the night’s peace. Margaery leaps out of bed and runs down the hall. Lady halts behind her, tail curled and hair sticking up from her neck. After a few moments of silence on the other side of the door, she turns to go back to her room believing she had only been hearing things. A loud gasp, followed by a muffled sob change Margaery’s mind.

Foregoing knocking, she opens the door. Lady slides through her legs and nearly knocks her over in her haste to jump into the bed. She nudges her nose against Sansa’s cheek. Sansa wipes her hands over her eyes to clear the tears.

Margaery slowly approaches the bed. She sits on the edge and waits for Sansa to look up. When she does, her eyes are wild with fright. Even in the dark of the room, Margaery can tell her face is paler than it should be. She throws her arms around Margaery, her heart beating frantically.

Margaery squeezes her tighter and kisses the side of her forehead. Sansa mutters about a dream of watching her family die, each individually, and being unable to stop it. Her hand entangles in Lady’s fur. The dog doesn’t struggle or yelp. She merely lays her head on Sansa’s thigh. Margaery wonders how many times the dog has seen Sansa break down like this. Surely more than Sansa would admit.

After Sansa calms, Margaery releases her grip on Sansa. Sansa grabs her hand before she can think of returning to her own bed. “Stay with me tonight.”

Margaery closes her eyes. She can’t leave her like this, not at her most vulnerable. “I won’t leave you.”

Sansa suddenly lifts Margaery’s chin and kisses her. Margaery closes her eyes. Her lips taste salty from the tears. Sansa lets her break the kiss and tugs her to lay against her chest.

Later, she’ll blame it on the intensity of the moment. That doesn’t erase the words Margaery murmurs next: “I need you too.”

When Margaery wakes up again, it’s to the cabin door shutting. She sits up abruptly. Sansa groans and tries to pull her back down, but a familiar voice from the cabin kitchen beckons Margaery out of the bed and down the hall.

Despite having his head sheered to a buzz cut, Margaery recognizes him instantly. “Loras,” she breathes.

Loras gapes at her. “Margaery!” his voice cracks. All his confidence and bravado is replaced by confusion and fear. He approaches her. She meets him half way and hugs him.

He trembles in her hold. It’s probably the first friendly touch he’s received in weeks.

When he speaks, he’s in tears. “Margaery they think I did it. They think I- I killed Renly!”

“Shhh, shhh. I know. We know the truth. You’re safe now. I won’t let them hurt you again. Garlan and I, we’ll protect you. Everyone will know that you’re innocent, just stay strong, brother,” she murmurs as he sobs.

His sobs eventually devolve into hiccups. “Is there- where’s the bathroom?” he asks.

“Down the hall, third door on the left. I’ll be here if you need me,” she pets his stubbly head. She watches Loras wander down the hall.

He’s in worse shape than she would have imagined. He hadn’t been able to grieve properly, and there was likely no psychological help given to him, particularly under the selective eye of Chief Lannister. And he’d been forced to defend himself against vicious hounds looking for anyone to attack for Renly’s death. As loving as Mace Tyrell was, he wouldn’t have been able to hold Loras together on his own.

“I told you I’d bring him back to you,” Obara whispers in her ear.

Margaery jumps forward a step. She’d forgotten anyone else would be there. She turns around, and takes in the cocksure grin on Obara’s face. “You did. I didn’t doubt you would.”

Obara’s smile grows. “I told you, my sweet rose, I’d never lie to you.”

Margaery embraces Obara. “Thank you. Gods, I don’t know how to properly thank you for bringing my brother back to me. I can’t repay you.”

“Lucky you, I don’t require any,” Obara quips.

“Nor should you,” Sansa interrupts.

Margaery lets go. She’s caught between the two women while Jon stands behind Sansa. His hair is no longer looking buzzed, but is still short for his standards. Sansa glares at Obara, hand on her hip, still in her tank top and yoga pants despite the draftiness.

“We had a plan,” Sansa grinds out.

“It went to shit when you forgot to tell us Ygritte was volunteering for distraction bait. And my sisters were going along with her,” Obara cocks her head.

“We told you as soon as we could. It wasn’t as if it was intentional to leave you two in the dark about it,” Sansa argues.

“Then you understand. The change of plans on our behalf was as unplanned as yours. Isn’t that right, loverboy?” Obara asks Jon.

“I said we need to discuss any new ideas with them. Don’t try to involve me. You’re the one who went rogue. I still think the original plan could have worked if we just adjusted the timing,” Jon looks at Sansa. “A few more days of scouting would have done the trick. Podrick would have had the new rounds schedule figured out.”

“The more time we wasted waiting for that puff ball to map out hours put Loras and us in more danger. Intelligence is seventy percent intuition. As far as I’m concerned it was the only option.” Obara shrugs.

“Thanks to your bloody intuition, one of my men is still in Lannister hands. Part of this mission was to break out Podrick as well,” Sansa snarls.

“My concern was Loras Tyrell. I’m not one of your henchmen. What makes this man more valuable to you than any of your other lackies? You weren’t throwing a fit over Karstark or that Bronn,” Obara leans back against the corner of the wall.

Margaery quirks her brow. Obara had a point, albeit a minor one. Whatever her relationship with Podrick, Margaery knew it was nothing compared to…

“We’re on the same side, are we not?” Sansa barks.

“I don’t know which side you are on. I’m on her side,” Obara points to Margaery.

Sansa’s scowl grows. She looks like she wants to take another whack at her. Regaining her self control she sighs, “At least Brienne listens. She may be injured, but Podrick will be safer with someone who won’t go rogue.”

Loras’s footsteps thundered down the hall. “Brienne?!”

He screeches to a halt as Sansa turns around. “Alayne? You- you’re in King’s Landing. I’ve seen it on the news. What’s Brienne got to do with you? Is she here? BRIENNE!!” He screams to the ceiling as if she’s hiding up there.

Margaery reaches for her brother’s arm. “Loras. Loras, she’s not here. She’s far away.”

“Does she know? Do they know it was her? You know she killed him Marge, tell them.” He pleads with her. All the desperation of a man who hasn’t been believed in weeks.

Margaery rubs her hand soothingly up his arm. “They know the truth. They know you didn’t do it, Loras. That’s why we’re here Sansa, and Oberyn and all of us. We’re going to get rid of Cersei once and for all.”

At first, he accepts her words. Then he jerks his head up. “Sansa? As in Sansa S-. What the hell is going on Margaery! The Starks are dead! How do you plan on facing Cersei?!”

He gets a wild look in his eye again. He breaks free of Margaery’s hold and marches up to Sansa. Before he can get too close Jon throws himself between them. Loras sneers down at him, then glowers behind him at Sansa.

“What have you done to my sister?” he bumps against Jon’s chest.

Sansa stands stoic as a statue. “I haven’t done anything to her. What happened with Brienne was an accid-“

“Shove it up your arse! She murdered him! He was a friend to her and she murdered him! If I ever see her again I’ll blow her brains out like she did Renly!”

Jon pushes him back. “Calm yourself, mate.”

At his side, Lady growls and snarls. Her sharp white teeth bare down, ready to pounce the moment he makes another false move.

“Mate? I’m not your mate! You may have brainwashed my sister into trusting you, but damn me if you do the same to me,” he steps away from Jon. “I always knew there was something wrong with you Stark, something to distrust.”

Loras tries to escape the circle, but Margaery catches his wrist. Their eyes meet, but he looks at her as if he doesn’t know her. His eyes narrow as he yanks his arm away. He stomps outside and slams the door behind him, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

Margaery tries to follow him out, but Jon cuts her off. “Let him blow off some steam. It’s not you he hates. He’ll come back.”

She knew he’d react this way. Furious. Scared, Confused. It didn’t mean his pain didn’t hurt her just the same.

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