#places this infront of you and hides behind a wall

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

“hey, mind if i crash at yours tonight ?” or the one in which you (unfortunately) let your ex boyfriend sleep over at your house…again.

[ladyoftheblades]

her heart his duty

gwayne hightower x reader

synopsis: gwayne did not oft travel to court but a visit to his sister was long overdue and young daeron was to join him as a ward at oldtown soon enough. yet when he arrived he found more interest in a young silver haired girl, the kings very own daughter, his sisters stepdaughter.

warnings: smut, dry humping, masturbation, vouyerism, corruption kink, religious guilt, agegap relationship, intoxication, unrealistic fainting, step incest (?)(uncle step niece)

a/n: i had to tweak some things bc gwayne was a little (a lot) ooc originally, thus i gave him religious guilt. also ive been reading laughter in the dark so i think it influenced me. ENGLISH IN NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE i am also dyslexic.

three moons it took to travel from oldtown to kings landing. three months of ridiculus talks and gossips from his supposed to be profesional fellow knights, subpar meals at inns and dingy taverns and horseback rides from dawn to dusk, gwayne had had enough. the gates of the red keep resembled those of the heavens.

his thighs were raw and scaffed from the saddle, his back drenched from the summer heat. the reception to their arrival was at the very least nice. his sister stood on the courtyard, looking the vision of a queen, though they had not grown up together he loved her with his whole heart. he knew the hardships she faced at court were nothing compared to his. a small gaggle of silver haired children were situated around her, two boys on one side, aegon and aemond he mused on the other an absent minded girl and a small boy clutching her skirts, helaena and little daeron. he had once mission: spend some time with the young prince, train him, make him feel comfortable enough to leave home with him and get out.

he dismounted and stood infront of his family. "welcome brother" said his sister. he took her hand into hers and kissed it. "sister, how youve grown" she gave him a warm smile. "allow me to introduce you, this is aegon"

the boy looked bored and his bloodshot eyes as hell as the purple stain in his tunicsleeve told him he was intoxicated as well. aegon only gave a small nod. his mother gave him a scornfull look but said nothing. "next to him is aemond"

"welcome uncle" "it is good to meet you my prince"

"this is my daughter, helaena" continued alicent. the girl gave a curtsy, he gave her a warm smile, she was the spitting image of her mother at this age. "and finally, this is little daeron" the boy only clutched his mothers skirts harder, hiding his face partially behind the dress. gwayne crouched down to be at eye level with his nephew.

"hello, young prince" his hand went to his pocket and pulled out a small hankerchief. he pulled the hankerchief appart to reveal a small wooden dragon. "this, i brough for you especially. it was given to me by mine own uncle, now i pass it to you"

the boy eyes lit up with curiosity, the toy an enticing offer, coaxing him out of his little hiding place. his hands left the fabric and reached out to get the toy, examining it with his hands, a smile tugging at his mouth. "what do we say, daeron ?" said his mother. "thank you uncle gwayne"

gwayne smilled and rose to his feet. "trot along now, i shall see ypu this eve for training, do you enjoy archery, young prince ?" he added. daeron nodded, eyes still trained on his b rand new toy. "very good then, i shall see you soon" and with that the siblings each went their respective way.

gwayne took a moment to study the courtyard, knights walked left and right, some stewards attended to their horses, further back toward the gardens sat a few ladies sat gossiping. as he studied the area, a curious figure caught his eye. a young girl, silver haired and wearing traditional targaryen red, stood behind a wall, her body was somewhat hidden, but her head poked out in curiosity, revealing long silver locks, traditional to the house targaryen. he studied her form from bottom to top, reaching her face. cute, he thought, when he searched to look at her eyes, he found them looking back at him. but they did not stay that way long for the second she realised her curiosity was returned, they widened and she diapeared behind the wall at once.

"is something the matter, brother ?" his sister said, noting his prolonged silence. he returned to his sister "has a silver cat in the shape of a lady made home at the keep or is perhaps another daughter you have hidden from me ?"

his sister gave him another smile "no brother, i believe you saw my step-daughter" gwaynes face twisted into one of confusion. "the princess rhaenyra ?"

"no brother, the younger. she is not half bad, nothing like her sister anyway, she is quite shy especially with strangers. you may not see her at all in the time you spend here." his expression softened, still curious but now moreso.... intrigued.

"come, let me show you to your rooms, you must be exhausted" alicent continued, interlocking her arms begining to pave their way to the guest chambers. they reared the wall behind which the princess had disapeared, excpecting to see her eunning along to avoid him but she was nowhere to be found. how could one diapear so swiftly ?

his chambers were plain, nothing like the ones at oldtown, he was not spoiled but being son and heir to one of the wealthiest houses of the realm grew him accustomed to a certain standard of luxury. they were also exceptionally dull. his training session with daeron had a while to come yet, and thus he decited to visit the so famed library of the red keep. he walked the halls and arrived to the room, excpecting it to empty,most of the lords and ladies preocupied with the official hightower visit.

he oppened the heavy mahogany doors, stepping in cautiously. the room was as excpected, quiet and empty. almost. in front of him, to the other side of the room, sat a small sette near the fireplace. that was no unordinarity, the odd thing, was the oppen book gracing the table, the small blancet hastily disgarded to the side of the armchair and the haphazardly thrown around pillows. clear signs someone was occupying the space. he only knew of one person who would vanish at the sight of a stranger.

he looked around the room, taking note of any further evidence to suggest human activity. and there it was, a hankerchief to the right of the sette. his gaze scanned the shelves nearby the misplaced cloth, and surely, he could make out a form two bookcases back. he smirked to himself, he would coax the girl out whether she liked it or not.

he took a cautious step forth, silently traversing the room, he walked to the sette and picked up the dicarded hancerchief. the figure had not moved from its hiding place. he walked further, amongst the bookcases, pretending to browse the books. when he got close to the form, it began to run, he gave chase, swiftly turning the corner, now faced with the back of the young maiden. "princess"

she stopped, body clearly tense, hands in tight fists next to her body. tenatively she turned around. he could now marvel at her beauty. truly marvel at her features. her face was flushed, red from embarassment, contrasting yet complimenting her mesmerising violet eyes and silver valyrian hair. she was truly, stunning, surely the most comely maiden he had lay eyes upon. "sir gwayne hightower, i do believe" she said, voice coming out close to a whisper, the nerves behind it unmasked to his ears.

"in the flesh..." he continued, eyes studying her form like a predator seizing up pray. "i do believe, you dropped this" he said, raising the hankerchief up to eye level. her hand moved slowly, twitching with nerves and ever so cautiously, to take it, but he pulled his hand back, tucking the piece of fabric in his pocket instead. "wh-why did you um.. i mean, what should you want with a silly hankerchief, ser ?" he gave her a smile mischievy lacing his expression, darkening his blue eyes.

"such an elusive lady you are, and such an intriguing one at that. i cannot give up the one thing tying us together, i should not like to see you run from me... again" she gave a breathy chuckle, uneasiness evident in both the sound and the way her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. "please, i do not wish to interrupt your studying, allow me keep you company" he extended his hand to hers again, she looked to it in fear, yet accepted it anyway. he raised it to his face, eyes never leaving hers, full of lust, and kissed it. her eyes were wide, violet brought out her embarasment, ckeeks somehow even more flushed. he tugged her forth, and moved to take her back to the settee. they walked and sat across eachother in silence.

he looked to the princess, who nervously sat and fiddled with her book, her eyes trained to it, trained to anywhere but him really, as if seeing him would lead to her doom. "what are you studying, my princess ?" she swallowed hard. "umm well, it is no interesting thing not really atleast-"

"anything that holds your attention is a worthwile read i would venture" she sucked in a hurried breath, her expression changing from complete fear, to fear still but now with a mix of excitement.

"oh, it is- it is written by a braavosi traveler, an account of his relationship with the lysenian lady allara"

"a love story then ?" he said, mischeivus smile returning, eyes reflecting a glint from the sun making her chest flush with emotion. "well, yes, a tragedy ore like to be honest "

"how so ?" "well thy were um seperated, by circumstances, you know as it happens usually,they were of different social standing and she was kept away most her life and h-had no real connection with the world so believed his promises of adventure to be void, eventually they were discovered but all was well in the end, as well as it could atleast and-"

she stopped speaking suddently, realising how she had rambled and looked up, meeting gwaynes eyes, excpecting to find disgust or boredom or even fury but none of that were present. he only looked to her in admiration, in intigue. still shame ran hot in her veins, the emotion almost tied to her name, "oh i- apologise, ser, i have incoherently rambled on" she apologised.

"no apology secessary my princess, i find your passion... quite amusing." she swallowed hard at his words, unacustomed to such attention, any attention from a stranger. "do you find yourself in the lady ?" continued gwayne.

"oh, well, i guess i do" she spoke in a single breath. "have you any romantic endeavors with braavosi travellers, my princess ? is this your confession ?" he teased. her eyes widened once again, shifting her position and shaking her head rapidly. "oh no, ofcourse not, how could i even find one such man in this castle"

he gave a saccharine smile, eating away at the princesses defences simultaniously firing up her shame. "do you feel deprived of adventure, then, as the princess in the story did ?" his hand on the table moved, slowly reaching hers. she failed to notice it, too focused on keeping her breathing elevated and not bursting in flame from shame. when his skin brushed against her knuckle she twitched, pulling her hand away, but it was too late. his hand moved swiftly, taking her delicate hand into his calous one, he could not help but notice just how smaller it was, his palm covering it in its entirety.

the contact sent waves of nerves through her body, but something about his warm toutch, something about his smooth movements, the way he caressed her knuckles along with his questions, the interest he showed to her oppinion, it stirred something in her. not just her chest, in her stomach... lower. the feeling was nice but its unfamiliarity alarmed her.

it was true, much like the lady in her book she had minimal contact with the outside world. most she had was the occasional trip on her dragon to her cousin laena and uncle daemon in pentos or the ones to dragonstone with her sister rhaenyra. if she was lucky and the queen was in good spirits, she would allow her to acompany her to the sept, where she caught shoert glimpses st the vibrant city of kings landing. but, as stated before, all of those were quite rare. most of the time she had to content herself with overhearing stories from viting lords, ever too shy to even approach them and ask questions.

"i should say... yes. i do not have many opportunities to exit the walls of the keep." he gave a hum, never taking his eyes off of hers. "should you like to ?"

she was still aprehensive of the man before her, but his words were so sweet. her head was a battlefield, shyness and intrigue kicking up a storm. "i should, yet i fail to see how it would be possible"

"perhaps...with the right company" he teased yet again. shyness, even caution of strangers failed to prevail in the face of promise of adventure. "do you fancy yourself the right company, ser gwayne ?"

he smiled, now genuine and true, showing his pearly teeth. "mayhaps we ought to find out, if you would have me" the air around them shifted, falling into a comfortable silence. they stared into eachothers eyes, blue into violet, sparks threatening to blaze into fire.

alas, their time had to come to an end. gwayne broke eye contact, looking to the window, the hour of his duty was drawing closse. he looked back to the princess, whose gaze had shifted to the book again. "earlier, in the courtyart, upon my arrival, i caught you looking at me"

she oppened her mouth to speak but no words came out, instead her lips formed a little 'o' shape, small breaths escaping. very kissable, he thought. "have i exposed your secret ? is secretly staring at people from a distance a habit of yours or something you reserved just for me ?" she did not move, neither did her mouth, a stone statue, the only semblance of life in her was the blush on her nose. he chuckled, what an intiguing girl he had infront of him. "tis alright, do not tell me, i should like to keep mine own belief, even in delusion"

he slowly rose from his seat, not removing his hand from hers but instead draging it along her arm, slowly, teasingly. through her palm, to her wrist, her sleeve, a snake of temptation, slithering and dragging ints sin, seeping into her skin in its wake. she tensed once again, the shocks from the contact causing her to revert to her demure demeanor. he positioned himself behind her, hand from her shoulder opting instead to play with her hair.

the way the silver of her locks caught the light of the afternoon sun left him mesmerised, the way her shoulders tensed and hunched forward, hurried trembling breaths audible to his ears even moreso. he leaned down, tucking her hair behind her ear and brought his lips to whisper "i shall see you soon, my princess. untill then, i have your little gift to keep me company"

his hot breath on her flesh sent shockwaves to her core, the promise of a randevouz exciting her so. what was this stranger doing to her ? she could not sit and enjoy the feeling of his body close to hers for long though, as he abruptly pulled back. leving the room, leaving her dumbfounded, sitting and staring still hot in her stomach.

training with daeron proved more enjoyable than he had excpected. the boy was witty once he had shaken off his fear, gwayne found himself growing fonder of the boy by the minute. when he was pulled away by his mother to be put to bed, he descited to acompany them, telling himself it was to make his mission succeed, but deep down he knew he wished to spend some more time with his nephew. before he was put to bed for the night, the little prince gave him a big hug which warmed his heart.

time with his nephew was a welcome distraction but the moment the boys chamberdoors closed his mind flew elsewere. the night drew close, soon twilight would be succeded by the dark of night, with it, the fould city of kings landing would come alive in all its debauchery. he wondered if he could approach the princess, if he could help her get a taste of adventure she so desired. the more he thought of her wide eyes the more antsy he grew to see them again. she was all innocence, asking of him to whisk her away, to show her the truth of the world, to corrupt her. he loved and hated it. those were no thoughts of a knight nor of a hightower.

he was a good man, faithfull, devout, the image of chivalry, his name a shining example to every knight in all the reach. many a lady had tried to tempt him, young girls no doubt urged by their ambitious fathers to join the house hightower, others rebelling against the chains of their duty, but he had alwasy shot them down, he knew better. he had had his fair share of indulgences as well, brothels were a booming buisness, even in oldtown after all. but he had the reigns of his desire, never going over board, always in mind of his faith. but this girl... this girl was something. she was young, innocent and the way he had treated her, like a plaything, teasing her in the library, it surprised even himself. he thought back t the words whispered by the lords of the reach, targaryens are closer to gods than men, and found them to ring true. his actions today were not in line with his faith, it made his stomach twist in shame, but he knew, he knew, if the princess asked, he would worship at the altar of her beauty, the seven be damned.

he thought if only he could see her again, if only. the way she had spoken about her books, with such passion, such longing, he wished for nothing but to take her in his arms and show her the world. alas he had no way to approach her. the young maiden was kept under lock-and-key, if the king or worse the princess rhaenyra were to learn of an attempt to tempt her it would surely mean his beheading.

he walked along the halls of maegors holdfast, fully intending to simply get back to his rooms, satisfy his craving for the princess in private and try to approach her again, like a gentleman, in light of the new day. but as he walked, he passed a certain family members chambers, his eldest nephew aegons. he knew some of the princes endeavours, the queens letters oft complaining of her inability to exscersise control over the boy. from oldtown, he though his sister might be reacting dramatically to a simple exertion of youth, this mornings meeting whith aegon told him his sisters words spoke the truth.

gwayne truly meant not to encourage such foul behaviour but... if anyone knew how to slip through the walls of the keep unoticed, it had to be the prince.

a knock sounded at the princesses chambers. given she had had no time to even remove her day clothes, she thought it to be her maids, arriving to prepare her for bed "come in"

the door opened, yet the face of the servant who stepped inside was unfamiliar to her. in his hands he held a silver tray, atop it a pece of paper along with a gray woolen fabric. the servaint said nothing, simply bringing the tray to her, and exiting with a bow.

curiosity killed the cat, she knew it well, the words of gwayne about her peering at him only this morning passing through her mind for a moment. but she was a curious alright, this occurance stirred up that emotion more than anything in her dull life had before. she took the letter upon her hands and oppened it.

to my silver haired cat, if the words you spoke to me ring true, take the path inscribed below at the hour of the eel, not a moment earlier not a moment later. make sure to wear my gift, it is not much but will prove usefull on our adventure. if not, i shall hold onto your hankerchief untill you change your mind. - ser gwayne

she began to kich her feet back and forth, mouth curling into a smile. he was asking a lot of her,sneaking out of the keep and he was, after all, a stranger. he was a man with no obligation to keep her safe, a man she knew naught about, except for the fact he found her intriguing. he found her interesting, he enjoyed her passion for adventure and was holding in his hand all she dreamed of, promising to grant it to her if only she should trust him. he would wait for her, today, tomorrow, so long as it took for her to be ready. how could she not answer his call ?

she swallowed down her nerves, doing her best to not let them trump her need for adventure. she took the cloak in her hands, it was large, large enough to hide her form and silver hair. the hour of the eel drew close, she had to make a descision. she looked to the paper again, a map was inscribled below gwaynes words. it was simple enough to follow, the opportunity was far too precious and too rare to pass up.

this morning she was a shy maiden, apprehensive and petrified at any sight of a stranger, closed off from the world. now, as she placed the cloak atop her shoulders, she remained a terrified maiden but who descited bravely, to open her heart to and interesting man, and seize the opportunity to realise her dream.

the air was cold as it hit gwaynes face, he was waiting at the back exit of the castle, a small arched door, hidden behind foliage and trees, known to lucky few. aegon had given him perfect instructions and a promise of mutual silence to eachothers endeavors. many of maegors passageways lead to the door, luckyly one such had acces to the princesses balcony, a stroke of luck or perhaps, a blessing from the gods.

he awaited the princesses arrival, the distance had lead him to grow impatient. he kept her hankerchief in his hand, playing around with the fabric, tracing her excellently embroidered monogram, hoping, wishing the anxiety in his guts, the guilt of his actions would be smoother over by her. despite the words of the letter, he knew, he would wait for her untill the hour of the wolf if that was what it took. he would wait for her as long as it took.

procuring commoner clothes for both himself and the princess was as humiliating as it was difficult. his skin protested the cheap fabric and his senses the design but it would do for now. he could not simply parade around flea botttom clad in armour after all.

he stood in wait and the more he waited the more anxious he grew. no, no he was not anxious, it was something else, something sinister. he was hungry. he was hungry to see the young princess, to show her what the real world entailed. gods, he could not wait to see her violet eyes fill with graditude upon him fullfiling her desires. it almost made him grow hard in his pants.

as he looked to the moon, mind wondering, he heard someone approach from behind. he turned his head around to be met with the sight he so longed to see. the princess emerged from behind the greenery, his gift draped around her shoulders, but the hood was down, leaving her locks, now in a simpler braided fashion, to catch the moonlight, giving their pretty color an even more exotic appearance. despite the poor appearance of the cloak drawing a sharp contrast to her well groomed royal face and hair, her beauty remained unchanged.

his eyes draged up and down her body, drinking in her appearance, his thoughts of longing turning now more primal. she shifted in her feet, ever so shy, ever so cute. "you came"

"you asked" she replied, eyes on the ground, feet kicking the grovel beneath her soles. "i am glad you did" he continued, taking a step to her, drinking in her ethereal appearance like a man starved. "even commoner clothes cannot stain your beauty, my princess" his hands made their way upward, taking the hood and raising it atop her crown, hiding her silver locks, much to his disapointment. her head remained low, eyes hiding from his. he took her chin with his fingers, and raise it to look her in the eyes. she was trembling like a leaf, despite her fear, her gaze remained firmly onto his, she wanted to trust him, it was her nature which kept her from doing so. he would give his soul to break down her inhibitions.

"do not take the hood off, ever. we do not want reports of a princess sighting in the city to reach the keep now, do we ?" he whispered. she gave a small shake of her head, untrusting of her voice, afraid it would betray her fear. "good" he chuckled, grabing her hand and turning around, guiding her to follow him.

"adventure awaits" if he had turned around he would see the smile atop her lips.

the arched door opened to reveal a grovel path, around the outer walls of the keep. on one side the imposing castle walls kept her trapped outside, on the other rough rock cliffs lead to wild waves below. talk about being between a rock and a hard place. the prospect of her eminent death by drowning petrified her, fear lacing her feet, draging her back, firmly rooting in the ground almost forcing her to yield and freeze in place. but gwaynes reassuring hold on her hand did not let her fall. neither to the pits of fear or to her doom. he took cautious but determined steps, her own feet automatically copying them, quickly leading her around the scary path and onto a road in the outskirts of the city. an real road, paved with more than gravel, set with actual stone. a heavy breath escaped her nose, fear melting now into the steady ground bellow, releasing her from its shackles.

gwayne looked back at her and brought his hand forward, draging her along with it. he recognised the relief painted on her features, glad to see her calmed down. "that was the most difficult part, it is much smoother sailing from now on. come, we have much to see."

he walked with her along the streets, the closer they got to rhaenys hill, the busier the streets got. she marveled at all the sorts of different people in a messy harmony. merchants and bakers and men of all trades walked along the paths, some of them held in their hands leftover product from the day, selling it now at a downmark. other men were dressed in rich clothes, graced with gold and silver jewlery with women of the night flocking around them, figures doused in shadows stalking further back, no doubt awaiting a chance to strike and rob them.

occasionally she could spot gold cloaks on their patrols, but gwayne ensured she was not spotted by any of them. his hand never once left hers. his eyes caught glipses of her face, hidden by the hood, the amazement in her eyes swelled his heart with pride and pants with heat. they walked in silence, enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city. by now they were well on their way to the street of the sister.

in front of him, he spotted a baker, selling several pastries and breads at half price. he approached the man, dragging the young princess with him. she was far too preoccupied staring, gawking moreso, at a band of young men engaged in some sort of game, running up and down the street.

he removed his hand from hers to reach his coin purse. the loss of contact broke her trance, with no warning, she was brought back to reality. to the scary reality. she had lost in a split second her pillar of support, now extremely aware of the world around her. dogs were heard barking viciously in the distance, heavy yelling voices once drowned in the melody of the city now came to the forefront scaring her to her core. the young mens game she had admired a moment past was not but a scary unpredictability, their sudden movements threatening in her head to harm her, gwayne quickly paid the man in exchange of some tart but when he turned around to look at the princess, he realised his mistake.

she looked to him petrified, chest heaving with heavy breaths, hand frozen in place where he had left it, the other on her chest, attempting to regulate her braths. his hand flew to hold her, instead of taking her hand, he took her waist, pressing her body onto his in reasuurance. eyes searched her face, needing to take caution of any change in demeanor. "hey, hey darling, nothing happened, nothing will happen. tis alright i got you"

her breaths still came to her in heavy inhales. the urge to vomit started building up in the bottom of her stomach, vision drawing hazy. gwaynes toutch on her waist was a source of comfort. the support from her knight returned, now in a new form, he was toutching her suggestively, in public no less but without shame, she had half a mind to quit her fainting of fear and swoon from the contact. yet his toutch was anything but unwelcome, anything but a scandal, it was of true chivalry, the hand on her waist along with his sweet words pulling her from the fit of agoraphobia that overtook her.

slowly but surely she regained her composure, focusing on gwayne and gwayne alone instead of the heaps of people circling them. her breaths calmed, coming in rythm of his composed ones. her eyes evidently relaxed, her hyper focused gaze yielding to a relaxed one, searching around his clothing. he smiled "there she is. you scared me half to death my dear" he looked around, searching for a safe place to take her, help her regain her strength.

it just so happened the closest to them establishment, was one of the most famed brothels of the street of silk. oh well, what can you do, he thought. "can you walk, my dear ?" he spoke in a whisper. she gave him a weak nod, and attempted to free herself, to walk independently of his support but failed, slightly stumbling backwards, straight into his arms.

"here, eat this, gain some strength" she pursed her mouth in a tight line and shook her head no. he sighed, the princesses silly attempt a testament to her naivety. "yes, come on, it is for your own good. and do not attempt to stray from me. you are a princess and in need of my aid my dear, it is no shameful thing"

finally she complied, puting it away in one go, some color returning to her face. gwayne sighed once again, this time in relief, his grip on her waist became posssesive for a moment, caging her in, and then, with no warning, he placed a kiss atop her forehead. "come, let us get you comfortable"

she had no time to process such an intimate action as she was taken, gently, along the road, tracing a path to a large purple door. she took note of the dim lanterns encased in shades of pinks and purples, along with the decorum above the door and attempted to deduce what the building was for, a sort of arthouse, a gallery ? it was clearly a sensual place, perhaps a patron of the arts from the free cities, much like the ones who visited the palace, took it up as a project.

gwayne knocked on the door, a woman oppened, clad in a sheer pink fabric, sintched at the waist and embelished with a beaded belt. she could see.... everything, the cut of the dress left little to the imagination, the fabric revealing the rest.

the princess attempted to take a step back, blocked by her protectors hand on her waist. this was not a place of the arts... it was a brothel. her breath hitched at her throat, chest filling with shame. she knew little of how the marital act was done, only aware of bits and piesces accidentally sliped out from rhaenyra. she had attempted to get her hands on books which included details of such an act, only to find out the queen had banned all such books from being kept at the keep. to say she was curious was an understatement. yet despite her need for answers, she did not fancy herself capable of handling such an adventure today. alas she had no other option.

the woman seized up gwayne, clearly noting his pouch heavy with coin, smirking when she took note of his handsome face. then... her gaze fell on her. the whores expression soured, with something the princess could not quite understand. white hot shame overtook her body, one free hand flying to her cloak, puuling down the hood to conceal her face. she had hoped the rest of the workers looks did not leave her so ashamed should they step inside.

the woman did not speak, she only looked to gwaynes eyes again, and stepped inside, urging them in. gwaye gave her a slight nudge, ushering her inside all the same.

immedietly upon entring she was hit with the smell of sweat and exotic spice. another woman, older in age than the one at the entrance and clad in more apropriate clothing, approached gwayne, exchanging words she paid no mind to. women and men lounged all around, in various states of undress, in various poses and on differing furniture. there were women with flagons of wine, filling, overfilling every cup with ruby wine.

gwayne pulled her forward, following the older woman, deeper inside the establishment. the further they venture the more debauched and lewd the acts became. she caught glimpses of it, women lying on to of men, repeating a furious up and down motion, some women were on all fours patrons of the establishment positioned behind them. in one room she even caught a glimpse of two women kissing for the viewing pleasure of a man.

the sights left her speechless, shame spreading through her limbs like an explosion but it also sent a wave of uneasiness between her legs. she attempted to drink in the details of the scenes infront of her, but was unable as gwayne dragged her huriedly along. soon they reached yet another door. gwayne handed some coins to the woman, who smiled slyly and disappeared behind a myrish screen. gwayne oppened the door and all but threw her inside.

she stumbled across the stone floors as he closed the door behind them, the room was... something. nice was no word to describe it, far below the standard she had known. the floor was of pure stone, with soft fur carpeting under the bed and bear the hearth, she did not need to wonder what that was for. in the middle of the room stood a large bed, adorned with an assortment of fabrics and furs and pillows. behind it, on the wall hung a tapestry. she began to study it, the scene quite the scandal, two women with bodies intertwined and kissing, another fantasy of the patrons it must be.

gwayne took note of the silence and her wondering eyes, a smirk growing on his face. "not up to standard ?"

"no... i guess, i dont- wh-why did.... why did you bring me here ?"

his smile persevered, stepping closer to her. "oh, do not be scandalised my darling, i only wanted you to be in... a safe enviroment. here we can be away from prying eyes, and the noise of the people, a while, atleast. i believed you to need it"

"well, i-i guess, i- it was awfully crowded wasnt it ?" he exhaled through his nose, his hand flying to place a strand of hair behind her ear. her eyes trembled, focusing on anything, any other thing but his face. "it was, sweet girl" he moved his hands, undoing the pin that held her cloak together. the fabric falling from her shoulders, he took it in his arms and threw it to the side. he could now admire her gown in its entirety.

it was blue in color, deep like the sea, with the symbol of her house embroidered in black thread on her bodice. the cut of the dress was of much interest to him, it was embelished in intricate white lace and in the shape of a 'v' dipping bellow her colarbone, exposing her breasts. her neck was bare of any jewlery, having ommited it in preparation of the trip in the city. her hair was held back, in a braided crown but some strands still fell loose around her shoulders and colarbone. her hair were his favourite feature of hers, their color their silky feel when he ran he hands through them.. he could only imagine what it was like to tug on them.

but he could wait for that. he pulled his hand away and sat at the pillows sprawled around the hearth, placing her cloak to the side, focusing his motions instead to invite the princess to sit next to him. she took the invite, slowly plopping herself, not next to him but across. ouch, he had thought she was more comfortable with him by now, no matter, he simply had to try more. she placed her knees in frot of her and hugged them in a protective matter, her head placed atop.

" are you feeling better ?" he said, readjusting his possition to lie down further. "yes much better, uh thank you ser" "please, we are far past pleasantries my dear. i whisked you away from home and all but carried you in my arms, call me by my name"

"okay, gwayne... ser." gwayne began to laugh, hand over his heart, eyes closing from the wideness of his smile. his whole body rattled with laughter, it was the most genuine the princess had seen him. heat rose up to her cheeks from her mistake, head falling to hide her face betwix her knees. gwayne, among his fit, took notice of the princesses new position, his heart swelling with warmth at the girls shame. what good does shame do to a goddess on earth ?

"oh, my darling, do not fret, i find your attitude... endearing. you will come around to me, eventually i know it." her eyes peeked out from her knees, shining with the firelight, brows raised as if begging for his words to be true. before he could speak to ressure her, a knock sounded at the door. her brows twisted, sending gwayne a quizical look.

"enter" he shouted. and thus the door oppened, a worker stepped inside, carrying in her hands a tray of two cups and a flagon. she was dressed qeerly, moreso than the girl at the door, a dress held at her hips by a metal belt, the top of it all but fallen off, exposing the entirety of her chest deep down into her navel dark skin glistening in the light, around her waist a series of strung together beads. her hair was loose, fashioned in tiny braids, much unlike her own, and cascading down her back, jet black in color, almost that of the night sky. she was truly beautifull, she thought.

her eyes were full of curiosity and completely trained on the woman. she walked inside the rooms to where they were seated, placing the tray between them. her movements were deliberate, sensual in nature, practiced. she made an effort as she lowered herself, to show off her breasts to gwayne. he smiled at the woman briefly but his eyes did not waver with her little show off. the woman, finally, turned to look at the priness, noticing her amazed, innocent gaze and sent her a wink. the princess went red at the face, hiding once again.

gwayne chuckled for yet another time, this was the most entertainment he had had in a while. he took the flagon and poured them both a cup. "you do know... drinking from such a position will prove difficult, though i would be lying if i said i was not curious to see it..."

she chuckled lightly, the sound rattling her shoulders, and let her legs fall down. they fell in front of her, outstretched, her back still somewhat hunched, hands playing with the carpeting. she looked like a doll, ready to be takena and played with, gwayne thought. he had to stop he knew it well, a princess of the realm was no doll, no thing for him to gaze upon so lustfully, but he could not help himself. "y-yeah i quess" she lifted her head and gave him a small glance, smiling as she did so, and took her respective cup. she sipped at the wine cautiously, small little gulps going down her throat.

yet another movement of hers he found utterly endearing. he took his own cup downing half of it in one go "go ahead, drink, it will do you good" he urged. she heeded his instruction, finishing her entire cup in one go. unused to drinking, especially at such a fast pace and on an empty stoamach, she began to feel the wine hit her head with a small wave, it was strong, nothing like that of the palace. gwayne laughed and poured her another cup. "well, you seem to surprise me at every turn, like a cat. a very tempestious cat"

"i- im sorry" "why now are you apologising sweet girl ?" she gave him a smile, looking to his eyes now, nerves steeled by the alcohol. she took her cup again and began to drink. slowly this time. "well i, i- dont know... maybe i did something wrong or.. or you, you feel i am odd or you know-"

"i find your oddness fascinating, if it please" she gave him a full smile, teeth showing and all. they remained that way a while, their silence leaving the room barren, penetrable by the outside sounds. all sorts of moans and grunts, in all levels of theatrics. they sat and listened a while untill a chortle ran through the princesses body at a particularly high pitched sound. she looked to gwayne with wide eyes, afraid she had done a wrong thing again. but gwayne did not seem repulsed by her in the slightest only replying with a chuckle of his own. soon, the room errupted into laughter, a melody of joy, strange innocence filling the room created to facilitate debauchery.

among their laughs, the princess afflicted clearly by the wine managed to chocke out "wh- what could posses one to create such a sound ?"

gwayne among his own laughter, took pause, still smiling but now his eyes shined with something else, something dark. even the pure crystal of their color could not absolve them of such sinister look. gwayne felt his insides stir with lust, he was leading the princess down a road he knew he should not. he had taken her from her home, showed her the crazed streets of the city, caused her to almost faint and now had lead her into the last place she ought to be in.

but then again, she was no child, she was a young woman, she would have to learn of these things soon... all he was doing really was teatching her, yes, that was it. he did no wrong, he had not toutched her, not forced upon her anything, he was simply exposing her to a different world, he was fulfilling her dream, he was no bad influence, he was a teatcher he rationalized. "well, they are paid to act as if they enjoy it..."

she chocked on her drink, some of it dripping down her chin, even to her colarbone and chest. gwayne looked at the sight, and if she had been able to look at him, she would note of the lust gracing his features. she attempted to clean herself, but only managing to soil her sleeve. understanding the uneasiness of the moment between them she felt needed to do something to remedy it "w-well, i would not know"

she looked down to the floor, body frozen, afraid of what gwaynes response would be. it was, after all, improper conversation. "i did not expect you to, my dear. the ladies of the realm are left with no education on such matters, left to believe the act to be but the prerequisite of creating offspring"

she raised her head, alcohol coursing through her veins washing away the bashfullness of her personality, "but it can be good, no ?" it was gwaynes turn to be shocked, to chocke over his own spit. he cleared his throat and swallowed hard, as if that would aleviate the guilt he felt. he was corrupting her... the evidence began to show, this new side of the princess something most definetly brought about by his and their adventures. but then again, she had a right to know. she had a right to know what the marrital act entailed, she would be married soon enough. he could feel the image of the mother chastising him, his faith a forever alarm in the back of his head, an unnerving lighthouse in the sea of his mind.

but the light grew dimmer and dimmer, replaced by the rose colored visage of the princess, her violet eyes looking to his for answers, her knight, her companion, her teatcher. how could he dissapoint. "well... yes, ofcourse it can. there are many aspects to carnal pleasure, many of the in servitude to women, though they are neglected in the royal beds. women can draw as much pleasure as the man"

his hand went to her extended leg, brushing his thumb along her ankle. what washe doing ? he should get out of there, take her in his arms and take her where nothing could taint her. his heart wished to protect her virtue, but a larger part, a truer part perhaps, longed to be the one to soil her so. "i should like to know" she spoke. gwaynes hand on her ankle tensed, squeezing her extremity slightly. there was no place for the seven in a place like this, this was a house of sin. but knoledge, is ever present, even in the darkest of acts, even in war and death there is something to be learned. this was but another part of life she ought to lear, he justified to himself.

he sent her a look, another squeeze to her ankle, a quizical one this time, asking "are you sure ?". she nodded.

gwayne had half a mind to take her in his arms and show her firsthand all she needed to learn. but he held back, raising himself to stand instead. he extended his hand in front of her face, asking her to take it, though he knew already she would. she looked up at him, innocent eyes through lashes, if only she knew the effect she had on him, and accepted the invitation. he pulled her from her position, a laugh escaping her, only to bring her flush against his front and urge her forth.

they exited the room and began to wonder the hallways, hands entwined, giggling. they must have looked like children frolicking through fields, a vision opposite to their enviroment. sounds of coupling echoed through the walls of the establishment, they passed through several doors and rooms, gwayne looking briefly inside of every single one, browsing. eventually they stopped, having reached a certain chamber, quite unlike the rest. the door was wise open leaving the inside available to spectators, they were much richer in furnishings than the chambers they had resided in, clearly, the client was of exceptional wealth.

"here, take a look" whispered gwayne, bringing her forward to look at the couple, pressing himself to her back all the same.

the scene was... debauching, bewitching, scandalising. in the middle of the room lay a circular bed, on top of it a couple, a man surprisingly young for a client here, and a woman equally as beautifull. the man sat in the middle of it, she on top of him. her hips moved in sensual motions, practiced by the years of her work, each movement of hers must have worked wonders for they elicited loud moans and grunts from the man, the melodious sound mixing with mewls of her own and the sounds of their hips.

the princess was enamoured by the sight infront of her. she felt an ache to her stomach, throbing in her insides, unfamiliar feeling with an unknown solution. she was mesmerised both by her bodys reaction and the scene in front of her, so much so she failed to take notice of gwayne behind her, pulling her in his embrace like a serpent, slithering hands around her waist, head going to whisper in her ear. "enjoying the lesson ?"

feeling his breath, his sweet words in her ear, it startled her, body working on its own, attempting to escape the knights trap. but his hold on her did not relent, his arms working on their own, trapping her further in his hold. "are you uncomfortable ? or simply shy ?". his hand on her stomach began to move, feathelight, back and forth, up and down, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.

"you see my dear, it is not so bad... it is not bad at all. everything is part of human nature, so is this even if the gods deem it private. you neednt feel uncomfortable.." his hand moved further up, possesed, on its own accord, before either of them could realis ewhat they were doing, she felt his hand onto her breast. the tension in her body could take no longer, mouth releasing a loud yelp. the sound came quite louder than she had excpected, grabbing the attention of some of the ladies and patrons near them. immedietly, whispers could be heard, even above the lustfull sound of the brothel, "is that a princess ?" one such whisper reached the ears of gwayne. immedietly he pulled the girl along, before she had time to question him.they began running through the brothel, back to their room.

once again gwayne threw her inside with haste, this time, the ferocity with which his movements guded her, lead the princess to loose her footing and almost land bottom-first onto the floor. almost. she felt strong hands around her waist. once again, gwayne her knight had come to her rescue, the gesture filled her heart to the brim with affection. as his clear blue eyes gazed upon hers with concern, she looked to their vastness, the world stopping for a moment, for that moment, gwayne was her everything and she was his.

it was no time for such emotions however, they both knew, carefull adn a bit akward, she gained her footing, gwaynes hands leaving her, his own body moving to grab her previously discarded cloak from the floor. he took it and placed it on her shoulders, the motion so tender it was more reminiscent of a wedding ceremony.

she would be the death of him gwayne thought, no god could wash away the sins he had commited to her virtue that night, despite it all he knew he would not repent, she would be the death of him, he thought. she his death and his own desire his damnation. "we must make haste if we wish to go unnoticed" gwayne spoke in concern but only playfulness comuted to the young girls mind.

he took her arm, carefull this time to be gentle, and began to once again navigate her through the brothel. whores and patrons alike noticed the swiftness with which they exited but, far too preocupied with catching a glimpse of the targaryen princess in their midsts, paid no mind. they exited the brothel onto the streets once again. gwayne paved a path for them, different from the last one. this time they took the narrow strainous path of the hook.

the princess grew tired of the fast pace but time left little window for rest. noticing her reluctance, gwayne wasted no time, taking her in his arms, like abride on her way to the bedding ceremony, to carry the rest of the way.

there, in the arms of gwayne hightower, she felt a strange peace. she gazed upon the streets of the city, aware it might well be the vary last time she could so freely traverse them. yet, she found herself unable to focus on the experience, the arms around her so sturdy, a worthy distraction. the audible heartbeat of her knight only the crowning jewel of the experience.

eventually, they reached the tall walls surrounding the red keep, at a blindspot to the guard. much to her dismay, gwayne put her down, holding her waist untill she stabilised.

"there is another hidden door here, leading to the kitchens. it is a forgotten servants passage. i believe you can take yourself to your rooms from there ?" she nodded. "good. i shall take a different path, lower the risk of being noticed, nothing to concern yourself with"

she was not ready for their time together to be ended. she longed to spend more time with gwayne, his name to her synonymous with fun. his eyes looked down to hers, locked in time, both of them unknowing what the correct words to say were. the longer he stared at her the more her body filled with heat, the blue of his eyes, the various memories of his hands on her filling her core with that same sensation the show at the brothel brought about. only this time... it was far more intesnse.

she opened her mouth to speak only to be cut off, not by words of his own, but his movement, hand flying to her face, sowly dropping the hood of her cloak so he may marvel at the moonlight in her hair one last time. confident now, his hand found purchase on her ckeeck.

if she was not hot from the strange feeling in her core, his toutch would surely burn her. "my stay at the city will not be long... i only hope to have fulfilled your hearts desire. i know you have gifted me with a night i will tresure forever. are you satisfyed, my darling ?" his thumb dug slightly into her cheek to emphasise his words. she nodded. "use your words my darling, do not withhold your beautifull voice from me"

"yes" she said, voice dripping with desperation. he smiled and removed his hand from her cheek. the loss of heat threatened to send a frown to her face. but she had to brave, for gwayne. instead, his hand reached into his pocket, pulling out nothing else but her hankerchief. "i do believe this is yours"

she looked to the piece of fabric, and considered for a second. "keep it" she said. gwaynes eyebrows shot up in surpruse, his mouth a playfull smile. "i shall treasure it for the rest of my days, my princess"

she felt a strange pull to gwayne, something in her mind, no, not her mind, this was no logical or sensical thought, the heart surely had juristiction over it, or rather, the feeling in her stomach, it told her to kiss him. to give herself to him fully, to repeat the things she had learned in the brothel.

before her body could give in though, footsteps were heard, no wonder the keeps guard. gwayne said nothing, only hurrying her inside the hidden brick door and diapearing. she stood there, in the dark of the basement and stared at the closed door. even when outside the footsteps came to pass, she made no movement. there were things unsaid, things yet to be done between her and gwaye. but they had to remain uncovered, she knew, in her mind the same as her heart.

gwayne tried to sleep. gods he so wanted to sleep. maybe in the unknown land of darkness he would find the one who he so longed to see, maybe then he would be able to do the things he wanted, to say what he thought, bare of shame and guilt. he reached to his 'commoner' pants, the ones he wore on their excursion, shuffling around the fabric, to pull out what he wanted. the princesses hancerchief, the one she had so graciously gifted him. it still held some of her scent.

it was to be a long night and the painfull erection in his undergarments tastament to just that. if he was to get through it he needed a distraction...

the morning light filtered through his window, disturbing his sleep which had not come easy, orgasming into the night untill he knocked himself out from exhaustion. he could still feel the soreness in his legs. one day at kings landing and already he had turned to a sinner. but it was not kings landing at fault, it was the princess.

he slowly rose, placing feet on cold hard ground. the itinary of today dictated breaking fast with his sister and her family, attending to some buisness at court his father insisted upon, training with daeron yet again and in the afternoon, more politics with his father and the king. no time was allocated to himself, no time to maybe try and seek out the princess. there was a small chance of her presance at either the breakfast, or sneaking around in the yard, the sole thing keeping him motivated.

and yet he went on and on with his day with no appearance from her. no lithe form sneaking around walls and bushes to catch a glimpse of, no presance at breaking fast, nothing. he settled back into his rooms defeated. he had gone thought the motions of his nightly routine as if possesed. and when he finally settled into his bed, he felt a pang of rejection. he sat and shimered in the feeling, second guessing his actions of the night before, replaying all the things he could have done differently. when-

his door sounded open and closed, the creaking of the wood at the hinges unmistakable to be anything else. he got up suddently, affraid of there being some threat to his person he had to face. he turned his head around, excpecting the worst, only to see the face he had been excpecting all day.

the princess stood there, clad in only a white nightgown, hair loose and tussling though her shoulders all the way down her back, in her hands a small candle, casting shadows on her face rendering her excpression unreadable.

gwayne knew not whst to say, the gods delivered to him the gratest gift of all. she was here, with him, out of her own volition, he almost could not handle it. he had to take this in stride, one wrong move could send her bolting. and thus he sat there, ever still, trying to hold back his urge to lunge at her and the annoying presence between his legs.

even whith the minimal light, he could see the way her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. "i-" she began, the rest of the words melting from her tongue. gwayne chuckled, ever amused by the princesses demeanor. "my princess do yo-"

"shut up" she cut him off. gwaybe would be shocked if he was not so amused. the princesses hand fidled with the fabric of her gown, a beat passed adn she stepped forward, steps full of nervous determination. she walked all the way to his side on the bed.

now he could see her clearly, the red of her cheeks, the purse of her mouth, the pink details of her dress so delicately wrapping her form. he still held back, fighting to not reach his hands and toutch her, make sure she was real and not a manifestation of his deepest desires. cautiously, slowly, she placed her candle atop the nightstand. "i wanted to... um... i wh-"

his hand acted on instinct, finding her hip. she looked down on his hand, exhaling. "can i- i- i should sit down right, yes" and she did just that. he repositioned himself to give her space, hand on her hip subtly guiding her movements. "i wanted to... see you i... mised you"

his hand began to move up and down on her body, making her grow tesnser. "i missed you too. never did i think i would, want lingering eyes from the shadows" "well um.. yes, i meant maybe... in a different way"

gwaynes eyes gleamed with hope, dangerous waters the princess was treading but who was he to say no ? "what is it, sweet girl ? you can tell me"

"i have this... feeling in... my stomach i just, i want... you, i just, i cant describe it" gwayne took no time to move, placing both his hands on her hips, knowing where this conversation was going, savouring the princess basically serving herself to him on a golden platter. "do you want to toutch me sweet girl ? is that it ?"

"yes. i want... i dont know, ive been thinking... you know about umm... about the things... we saw, at the brothel" his hand moved, from her thigh to her hand, she did not pull back, allowing him instead to take it, playing with her fingers, calous skin on soft one. "what have you been thinking about ?" "i... thought about... y-you and and me in... their place"

gwayne could feel his cock almost throbing in pain. she would be the death of him. his hand on hers moved, on her back, bringing her closer to him. she grew tense, her free hand still fidling with her skirts. his other hand moved to her face, cupping her cheeck, raising her head to look at him. her eyes looking up at him, her form couped up under him, he swore he was in the heavens.

still, he could gauge the princesses nerves, tense body and trembling hands, and as much amusement as he found in this little game, she remained a flight risk as well as a fainting risk, if he were to take her right away, surely she would vanish. and so, he remained quiet, unlt silently reassuring the princess with his thumb on her face. "i just umm... theres this feeling in my stomach and... it makes me want to do these, things, i- i have been thinking about this, been fantascising"

his hand on her face left, slowly dragging downwards, onto her stomach, just a little bit above her core. "this feeling, here, is it?"

she nodded furiously. she did not know what was happening to her, to her body, she only knew gwayne was causing it and soely he could fix it. gwayne her knight, her confidante, her cause and key. "show me then, sweet girl, how would you do it ?"

her head craned to look at him, confusion lacing her features, mouth open, ready to speak. he stopped her with a kiss. he kissed her, finally. all he had hoped ofr, wanted, longed to do these past couple of days, realised with such a simple movement. to his surpsride and delight she did not pull back, not only, she pressed herself further into him, her hands on his thighs, finding purchase not of nervousness but need. she needed him, she needed the support of her knight.

the princess felt as though she would implode if he did not toutch her, damned shame preventing her from unashamedly speaking her mind. times like these she wished to be like her sister, take what she wanted with no concern of consequences. just as she thought she could take no more, he kissed her. his lips were soft, so soft, a perfect contrast to the rough hands on her back and stomach. her head filled with desire, with need, she belived she would faint again, faint if he would be taken from her. her need gave no space for shame anymore, the longer his lips remained on hers the more shame drained from her body, leaving her only in desperation. he hands flew to his thighs a silent prayer for more.

he pulled away, much to her dismay. his body twisted, reaching the empty space on the other side of the bed, bringing to her a pillow. he knew he could not grant her what she sought, gods forgive, he had done damage enough, soiling the mind of such an innocent creature but he could not dissapoint her either. his mind spoke of guilt but his heart knew, this was but a carnal expression of his devotion, how could such a thing be sinfull ?

he could have his cake and eat it too, please the princess and protect the sambles of purity she still had. it was his duty, as her teatcher and knight, to guide her through the worlds of both duty and adventure. "do you ever... pleasure yourslef, princess ?" she shook her head no. "tis alright, cmon i shall show you" he placed the pillow in her lap.

confusion was not a strong enough word to describe the princessed feeling to gwaynes actions. still, she trusted him with her life, he had proven his devotion, truly, all he needed do is ask and she would jump into the depths of the sea for him. the hand on her back guided her forward, urged het to... sit on the pillow in her lap. ever so trusting, she followed his guidance. slowly, cautiously but unashamedly, she stradled the pillow. the new position reminiscent of the one the worker had on the brothel, now she understood.

"y-you want me to.. do onto the pillow, as i would onto you ?" gwayne smiled, "yes, sweet girl.i want you to use the pillow to take your pleasure, to be selfish. can you do that, for me ?" she nodded. her hands moved from gwaynes thighs to grip the pillow. the shame she had felt earlier but a faint memory, the only thing she could think of was pleasing him. she began to roch her hips, back and forth.

her core was bare on the fabric, leading her to feel every sensation, every rub, everything. she could feel tension on her insides, moving her hips back, pearl bare on the fabric, a completely new sensation. she did not know what exactly was happening, she knew not why this particular spot on her core sent shocks through her body, she only knew it aided in alevieting the tension to her stomach. she pushed her body harder onto the pillow, chasing her pleasure.

she became so consumed with discovering her own body, she neglected to notice gwaynes motions. she craned her head to the side to look at him, to find the reassurance, the praise she needed. she looked to the side and found gwayne, with his cock free, one of his hands caressing up and down, in tandem with the movements of her hips. she gasped at the sight.

gwayne looked at her, alerted by the sinful sound. the princess had shifted her position, hands to the back of the pillow, holding it in place to match her thrusts. her face was twisted in pure acstasy, head fallen back, hair tusslibg down her back, exposing her neck. gwaynes free hand flew to her face once again, pulling it onot his, kissing her.

this time it was different. their previous kiss was sweet, chaste and very brief. it was but a way for him to shut her up after all. this time it was opposite, his lips attacked hers, passion and need pouring from every one of his movements. a particularly pleasurable drag of her hips sent a gasp to her mouth, an opportunity for gwayne to intrude her mouth with his tongue.

the more they kissed the more debauched she became, the previous tension in her stomach replaced with a new one, a ball of pressure building in her loins with every movement. the more they kissed the more she understood what to do with her mouth, tongue mimicking the motions of gwayne, leading him to leave a low groan. he pulled away whispering "you will be the death of me".

by now the tension was almost unbearable, her thighs began to shake involuntarily, it was strange, far too strange and far too much, but she wanted not to disapoint "gwayne i-"

"shhh, i know sweet girl, its ok, keep going" and she did just that. her movements got sloppier, thighs by this point tired, exhaustion fighting a battle with her need to please. she let out a particularly pathetic mewl "gwayne, gwayne please, what"

"i know, i know. let go, its ok.." he replied, placing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, sweet and chaste, the antithesis of what his words had urged. the princess heeded his instruction, letting go. a sweet sensation took over her body, pleasure errupting in her stomach, through her veins, consuming every single of her limbs. she could hardly control her bdoy, movements halting, brows knitting together, moans escaping her mouth freely, almost as loud as the ones in the brothel.

gwaynes mouth found hers once again, mufflig her moans somewhat. his hand abandoned his cock, im favour of taking the princess in his arms. she was trmbling slightly still, the moment she felt his skin on hers crubling in his embrace. with care, he repositioned her to lay down on the bed, now so pliable in his hands, the nervous jittering girls present just minutes ago gone. he himslef moved, laying on top of her, staring at her face.

he could writte ballads to her beauty, entire novels to the way her forhead creased. her hair tussled around her head like a halo, white reflecting the light of the moon through the window and the candle of the bedstand in a dance of shadow and shimmer. his hands moved to her hair, playing with it, tangling in the waves of silver. slowly, so slowly, he dragged then down, brushing hair them from her exposed collarbone, lowering to her breasts, cupping them, sending a jolt through the princesses body and a whine through her mouth.

"you did such a good job my sweet." he continued, lowering his face to press featherlight kissed to her neck "there is so much i could show you... so much more i could teatch you." his words were sealed with a squeeze of her breasts eliciting yet another moan from the princess. "alas... i cannot, you know we cannot"

"but why ?" her questin came as a desperate whine. gwayne bfelt a pang of guilt in his chest, he had oppened a box of doom, one he could not seal. his desire ran a hot stream though his veing urging him to abandon his gods and worship her in their stead. but his divine calling, be it the princess or the seven, was to exist in tandem with the laws of men, and they allowed no such behaviours.

he took her legs, manhandling them across his lap, her body worming its was to his embrace. one hand rubbing smooth circles on her ankles, the other took her head, hiding it in the crook of his neck. he shushed her little whines, holding back with every morcel of his sanity. " i know sweet girl... but it would not be right to do what you ask of me. i cannot make speeches of duty, the gods only know i abandoned such a notion the second i lay my eyes upon you. you have come and turned all i knew upside down. i have not done right by you, not in the eyes of the law, not in the eyes of the seven. but, we ,ay yet salvadge our situation, yes ?"

her head made a move to look at him, perhaps to speak her mind but he prevented that, hold firm on her form. "do not worry yourself with such matters, yes ? sleep, my sweet girl and i shall take care of it"

her mind was still heavy with thoughts but alas, physical and mentall exersion would not allow for her to be arguementative at this time. she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, secure and unashamed in the hold of her knight.

gwayne could hear her breathing even out, steady inhales and exhales a song to his ears. he however, could not so easily forget his worries. the situatuin they found themselves in, or rather, the situation gwayne had put them in, was indeed precarious. if their excursion or worse their nightly endeavors were to be discovered it would end her reputation and his life. but there was a way out. he could, have her. he would have her.

and as the night progressed, sky coming full of stars, he decited, then and there, his purpose was her, her safety his duty and her hapiness wis reward. she would be his life or signal his doom, in either case, as long as she was his, he would be glad to take it.

a/n: alright yall, this took too long but im really happy with the end result. there may be minor rewrittes in the next few days, or i might release an updated version altogether. please give me your thoughts on gwaynes characterisation bc i was working with scraps.

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you give jungkook the silent treatment and he books a 5am flight to japan.

> fluff, angst lowkey / wc: 4.6k

> warnings: mention of c*m swallowing bc jk is a menace, oc overthinks bringing their new boots but jk wins the boyfriend of the year award <3 (these could be title candidates tbh)

note: hello friends! a late valentine’s day gift from me inspired by this ask <3 i almost cried writing this near the end lol. as always i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated ^__^

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“ey, this stubborn- yah! what are you doing up there?” jungkook exclaims in panic, nimble feet rushing to the kitchen.

with your back facing him, you flinch at the sudden loud voice filling the empty silence encased by the four walls of the apartment. you feel his big hands firmly hold onto the curves of your naked waist, revealed by a loose crop top you opted to wear for comfort after your shower barely an hour ago. your heart almost jumps out of your chest because only then do you realize that your bare feet have gone closer to the edge of the counter, only two inches backwards and you would be on your way to the hospital.

you carefully face to the side and bend down on your knees, but he clicks his tongue and effortlessly swoops you up in his arms before you can step down on the wooden chair you used to climb on the counter.

a kiss is planted on your temple before your feet touches the warm floor. “haven’t we talked about being careful around here, baby? you were about to fall.”

you shrug off his touch with a huff, glaring at him with piercing eyes. “you know, they didn’t put a lot of thought into my name just so you can replace it with baby.”

and then you turn on your heel to walk away.

his jaw slacks open in shock. he’s left standing alone, a flabbergasted smile slowly forming on his face. “wow! what’s with this sudden attitude, huh?”

after returning the chair to the dining table, he follows you to the dimly-lit living room. you sit down on the couch, crossing your legs and placing a throw pillow over your lap. deciding to be petty tonight, you pretend to be highly engrossed in the performance taking place at the music show.

he plops down beside you as he pulls off the black hair tie holding up the upper half of his hair, wearing it on his wrist for safekeeping.

“aish- my hair is a mess.” he chuckles when the thick locks messily fall infront of his bangs, obstructing his vision. he patiently runs his fingers through the tangles before daintily tucking them behind his ears. after getting that out of the way, he rests his tattooed arm over the backrest of the couch, his tongue unconsciously playing with his lip ring as he figures out how to capture your attention.

he affectionately kisses your cheek and gently holds your forearm, drawing random shapes on your skin with the pad of his thumb.

“hi.” he says softly. “you don’t like me calling you baby anymore? then what should i call you?”

you remain unresponsive, vision stubbornly locked on the television screen. he inches closer to block your view, tilting his head to the side so you’re left with no other choice but to look at his face. and then he calls you by your name, as if he’s testing the waters, and he doesn’t miss the disgruntled frown you quickly hide.

“see? you sulk when i say your name!” he giggles as he gets flashbacks of the first month of your relationship, when you used to be shyly tell him that hearing him say ‘baby’ instead of your name felt weird.

oh, how the tables have turned. but still . . . he gets nothing.

he sighs at the suffocating silence, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face on your neck. “baaaby, what did i do? talk to me.”

he breathes you in, the smell of his milk body wash unmistakably embedded on your skin. this means you can’t be that upset with him, right? when it’s in regards of a serious matter, you usually call him out straight away instead of beating around the bush. but you’re not looking for a solution right now. you’re giving him a punishment. that much he knows.

“i’m so tired and hungry after boxing. you know how i haven’t trained in a while. my body hurts more than usual because of it- ah, i really regret putting it off.” he rests his cheek on your shoulder, squeezing your body delicately as he watches the on-going commercial. “should we order their chicken for dinner?”

you stay motionless, letting him do whatever he wants as if he’s a ghost and you’re ignorant to his faint presence. this makes him jut out his bottom lip somberly as he racks his brain for what he could’ve possibly done today to deserve this silent treatment.

“is it something i did? or didn’t do?”

these questions are what eventually elicit a reaction from you. funny enough, the roll of your eyes puts a small smile on his face, because at least this conversation is finally going somewhere.

“okay, okay- i see. i’m supposed to know what it is, right?” he nods in understanding, sweet voice determined to unravel tonight’s mystery.

why is my baby upset with me?

“i’m still sweaty so i’ll reflect on myself in the shower.” he announces before stealing a quick kiss from your lips. this trick earns another glare from you as he walks away, which he reciprocates with a wink when he whips his head back.

“it’s alright if you don’t want to talk to me, just don’t go anywhere, okay?”

you sink down into the couch when he disappears into the bathroom, tightly hugging the pillow to your chest as you sarcastically roll your eyes.

“this is my house, too. why would i go anywhere else?”

—

jungkook heaves another sigh of frustration as he unplugs the hair dryer. despite retracing his footsteps from this morning to afternoon, he’s still as clueless as he was earlier. you were sharing stories when you ate brunch together, and you even kissed him sweet goodbye before he left for the studio. he thought that perhaps you asked him to buy something important and he didn’t read your texts, but he already checked his inbox twice and your last message was from two days ago. it was a sleepy voice memo sent at 4:01am. you were asking him to go back to bed because he was playing games in the living room again.

he taps the play button for the third time in a row, your weary and mellow voice spilling out from his phone’s speaker.

“…kook, love, don’t mind you playing in here. ermmm, but no yelling or i’ll kick you out… just go back to bed, please? i’m cold.”

“ah, shit.” the curse is accompanied by an airy laugh as he punches the bathroom countertop with as little strength as possible, tattooed knuckles turning a light shade of red. the fluttering of his heart doesn’t cease until your voice fades into silence, ticklish giddiness spreading from his stomach all the way to his fingertips.

to be brutally honest, he doesn’t know how he got so lucky. there’s nobody else on earth who can love him, handle his difficultness, and keep him on his toes as effortlessly as you do.

“no but seriously, what am i missing?!”

—

“baby, i ordered the chicken! you’ll eat dinner with me, right?”

he walks into the living room with his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, finding that you’re still sitting on the same spot where he left you.

“i got that limited flavor- the one you wanted to try last time. what is it again?” he raises an eyebrow as he taps his bare foot against the floor, his forehead creasing in deep thought.

you glance up at him when his knee knocks against yours, taking the final bite from the choco cookie pepero stick you’re holding. the plastic pouch on your lap makes a crinkling sound as you bring out another one.

”map- maple crunch? that’s the one, right?”

he waits for you to tell him whether he got it right or not, but to his dismay, the seal on your lips prevail. with a dramatic sigh and droopy shoulders, he makes a beeline for the kitchen. he fills a glass halfway with cold water from the fridge, and as he chugs, his doe eyes land on the top shelf. that’s where he caught you when he arrived from the gym, and so, with his curiosity piqued, he pulls the small door open.

it appears to be empty at first, but in the dark, innermost corner hides the snacks your friend, who visited japan recently, dropped off yesterday.

and that’s when it dawns on him, the reason why your expression turned sour when you saw his face an hour ago. he shuts the door with a lighthearted chuckle, leaving the empty glass in the sink before padding back to the living room.

he supports the back of your head with his wide palm to plant a kiss on your forehead, before squatting down infront of you with his folded arms weighing down the pillow. you grimace inside your head because you’re practically held down on the couch so you won’t be able to escape his sickeningly affectionate ministrations.

“pssst.” he whispers at you, eyes glimmering with hopes met by silent disappointment. his head drops lazily on your lap, low and husky voice sounding slightly muffled as he sullenly speaks. “baby, you’re killing me here. this is the worst punishment… please, punch me instead. that would hurt less.”

and he stays like that for a little while, almost falling asleep as the soreness of his muscles starts seeping deeper into his system. maybe, just maybe, he also put himself in this position with the intention of tempting you into playing with his pretty, as you like to call it, hair. he recently learned that the longer it grows, the more attention it earns from you.

true enough, setting himself up as bait works its charm, but unfortunately, his patience meets its demise just as you’re about to give up your petty little act. he looks up at you with a sad frown and twinkling eyes, expression identical to that famous pleading face emoji, only he’s thousand times more adorable in your eyes.

you hastily chew the chocolate-y snack to hide an endeared smile, teasingly quirking an eyebrow at him before reverting your attention on the television. at this point, he decides that he has had enough. his knees collapse on the floor as he abruptly holds your face steady, greedily biting at the other end of the pepero stick until his lips inevitably crashes against yours for a sweet kiss.

“hmmph-” your dominant hand weakly grasps his shoulder out of reflex, sticky thumb and index finger pointing out so the chocolate won’t stain his white t-shirt.

jungkook pulls away with a cocky grin, teeth sinking on his lower lip before his tongue darts out to lick it.

“ugh, i hate you! first, my strawberry mochi, and now, my pepero?!”

your furious outburst causes his animated giggles to echo throughout the apartment, his sore abdominal muscles aching and heart feeling significantly lighter. your wide, striking eyes fluttering close against their own accord when your face gets peppered with apologectic kisses.

“fuck, you’re so cute. i love you. i love you. that’s why you’re angry at me? i’ll buy you more…” he wipes away the scattered wet kisses on your cheeks with his thumb. “you only took one bite and left them in the fridge. i thought you didn’t want them anymore. i’m sorry.”

the story goes: he randomly woke up around 3am again. struggling to return to sleep, he started feeling peckish and decided to venture into the kitchen. that was when he saw the transparent container of five strawberry mochi, one on the corner not even half-eaten. in his defense, that’s how your unwanted leftovers usually look. and he thought those ones… particularly looked delicious. almost criminally so.

“that’s how yummy they were. i wanted to save them! and nothing would taste the same from here, so there’s no point.” you retort with a sigh of utter defeat. the doorbell rings a second after. “…that chicken better be crazy fucking good that i forget mochi exists.”

jungkook’s precarious fate completely lies in the hands of bb.q chicken’s kitchen people. wonderful.

“i’ll get it.” he softly squeezes your arm before standing up to answer the door.

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“why do i like this so much? i’m about to finish everything…” you mumble to yourself after taking a peek at the box of those maple crunch chicken jungkook mentioned earlier.

“jungkook, aren’t you going to eat?!” you yell out for him before taking another bite from your fourth piece of chicken, ripping off the meat from the bone using your teeth. you continue entertaining yourself with a variety show while you wait for your boyfriend to join you.

“i will!” he shouts back from the bedroom, emerging from the door a moment later. he bites the nail of this thumb out of habit, highly absorbed in scrolling and tapping at his phone screen. he automatically sits on the edge of the couch to be as close to you as possible, who transferred to the floor to feast on your dinner, without giving away the website he’s current navigating. his leg bumps against your side, and you instinctively lay your head on his thick thigh.

“is that going to take long?” you question ingenuously, thinking that he might be preoccupied with something related to work. “i want to start watching the glory. i’m so curious!”

you made it a rule to put your phones aside when you watch a show or film together, not liking any distractions from the plot (and mostly the cuddles, really). it might not be anything special, but it is your quality time together after all. two hearts intertwined by love, beating in sync, with no intentions of ever letting go. and for a little while, it’s all that matters in the world.

“download the episodes on the tablet so we can watch it in the plane.”

“what? watch it where?” you abruptly lift up your head to look at him, a look of sheer confusion painted on your face.

“what?” he mimics your tone with faux innocence, round doe eyes meeting yours. “will you ask your friend? i need the address of the local bakery where she bought the mochi.”

“are you about to fly to japan just to buy them for me?” you snicker, nudging his knee in jest.

“not just me.” he boldly raises an eyebrow, showing you a plane ticket to your name displayed on his phone screen. “we have a flight to tokyo at 5am.”

“are you insane? babe, what the hell-” you hastily remove the gloves from your hands to grab the device, reading the details written on the screen to process what he just told you. “i was just joking!”

he almost curls in on himself when he hears a pet name slip out from your lips.

yes, that was the main reason why he took a long time in the bedroom. he needed your passport numbers to book the tickets and he struggled to find your passport. in the end, he found it beneath his in the cabinet drawer.

“this feels like the perfect opportunity to finally do something this spontaneous with you. it’s valentine’s day the day after tomorrow. let’s be dauntless and spend it at disneyland instead of camping, baby.”

he nervously taps his foot on the floor as he observes your reaction, feeling a little shy after revealing his surprise. he’s not entirely confident you’ll agree with his date idea— the first and last time you went to a theme park together, he ran into a bit of trouble the day after because he got recognized. he can’t read your mind at the moment, but he knows how you’ve always felt guilty about that.

however, those worries get washed away the second you excitedly climb on his lap to wrap your legs around his waist, engulfing him in the tightest hug.

“you’re so annoying, oh my god! why are you the best boyfriend in the whole wide world? you’re really going to pull this off?!”

your whiny voice makes him smile fondly, a surge of warmth spreading through his insides because that kind of praise coming from your mouth is music to his ears.

“that means you’re going with me, right? because there’s an extra fee if i cancel on them.”

you playfully squeeze his soft cheeks together to make his lips pout, sighing dreamily at the golden boy under you. “you spoil me too much, you know that?”

“i should. i want to. it’s for valentine’s day, the day of love! and you’re the personification of love for me.”

you shrug your shoulders with a lighthearted laugh.

“i don’t know. most guys buy flowers and call it a day.”

ouch. it seems that you already forgot that’s exactly what he did for your first valentine’s day. but to be fair, he couldn’t pull off anything special because he was overseas. and he will be again this year, except it’s different because you’ll be by his side.

“…i mean, i still think gifts like that are romantic. but i’m just happier when we create core memories together.”

“that’s why i’m the best boyfriend for you. because i know your love languages.” he responds proudly, nose scrunching and corners of his crinkling as he beams.

“that you are.” you squeeze his cheeks a second time. “then i’ll pay for the hotel.”

“took care of that already. six nights. it’s where me and jimin-hyung stayed before, but there was only a room with two single beds left. we can just sleep on one of them.” he cheeses at the thought of being squeezed into a small bed together with you, not even considering the option of pushing the two beds into one.

with how fast he managed to book the tickets and the hotel room, you can vividly see how much he wants, and maybe needs, this vacation to happen. his excitement is contagious — because this is slowly beginning to feel real and you’re already imagining how beautiful your lover would look like under the bursts of fireworks lighting up the night sky of disneyland.

“hmmmm,” you purse your lips as you hum. “then i’ll take care of the food and transpo.”

“sounds good.” he repeatedly nods in agreement, hair bouncing as he does so.

“except for the strawberry mochi.” you squint your eyes at him threateningly, and he cheekily smiles in return.

“except for the strawberry mochi. i’ll buy you the entire tray of those.”

you fix his bangs as you utter an almost inaudible ‘pretty’, worried about them poking his eyes. he instantaneously melt from your wholesome gentleness, guilty of becoming all mushy when he receives said compliment.

“give me a kiss.”

“later. i taste like chicken.”

“babe, come on.” he gives you a dirty ‘you can’t be serious’ look. “you think i care about that? just this morning i kissed you after you swallowed my cum-”

“oh my god, okay! okay! shut up! that’s different!” you cover his mouth with your hand, flustered by his obscene… choice of words outside the bedroom.

he presses a kiss to your palm before you finally reward his lips with a peck, a triumphant smile replacing his pout.

“we need to start packing!” you eagerly climb off his lap, heavy footsteps striking the floor as you skip to the bedroom.

“jeon jungkook! hurry!”

his full name?!

he hurriedly puts on a clean glove on his right hand. guess he has no choice but to eat dinner while packing, he did this to himself when he booked the 5am flight after all.

“coming!”

—

you know that jungkook likes using spacious luggages when he goes on trips. that doesn’t necessarily mean that he overpacks, he just wants the extra space because he tends to especially enjoy shopping when he goes on trips. that’s why when he enters the walk-in closet, one of his biggest suitcases is already laid out on the floor.

he sits beside it cross-legged, holding the box of chicken under his chin so the crumbs won’t fall on the floor as he eats.

“which one are you bringing?”

“this.” you emerge from behind the door, slumping your upper body over the light pink suitcase as its wheels roll towards the center of the room. it’s a size smaller than his, but then again, you can just mooch off his extra space if you need it.

“cute.” he chuckles in adoration of your youthful charm. “want more chicken?”

you abandon the suitcase to crawl towards him, allowing him to feed you until you finish another piece of chicken in record time.

“okay, that’s my last one. i know i’ll get hungry at the airport again.”

“i’ll finish the rest.” he hums, feet kicking in satisfaction as he continues eating.

“then i’ll start by packing our underwear. six nights and seven days, right?” you speak in a sing-song voice, which makes him giggle yet again.

for a few minutes, he only watches you neatly fold the two sets of underwear while moaning and commenting on the chicken he’s happily devouring. later on, he exits the closet and comes back with your butterfly hairclips decorating the sides of his hair.

“i love that you wear them on your own now.”

you only notice the splash of colors contrasting his black hair after catching a glimpse of him in the middle of picking out which jackets to bring. according to the weather app, it’s less colder in tokyo than seoul, so you think you should be fine for the most part.

“i forgot where i put my hairtie again.” he explains as he sheepishly scratches his head.

“is it not on your wrist?” you ask without looking, too busy going through all the clothes you own to complete the outfits you have in mind.

“oing?” he raises his wrist to his eye-level, enlightment escalating in his brain. “ahhh- you’re right?! i thought i took it off but i got it wet it in the shower!”

“dummy.” you shake your head in amusement. “how did you not feel that?”

“you were ignoring me.” he retaliates, chest puffing up in defense. “i’ve been distracted!”

—

“what’s taking you so long? it’s an hour drive to the airport!” jungkook reminds you as he barges into the closet, unzipping your bag to check your passports for the third time.

you’re almost ready to leave. bam will be prolonging his stay with his brothers, song and paeng. the appliances have been unplugged. the two of you are already fully-dressed against the negative temperature outside. your boyfriend replaced the butterfly hairclips with a headband. he’s wearing his prescription glasses to aid him in safe driving. his suitcase is zipped up, and his backpack is hanging on his shoulder.

on the other hand, you’re having a crisis, still sprawled out on the floor like your own suitcase.

“are you finally wearing them?”

you tilt up your chin to find jungkook’s face beaming with more excitement. he’s referring to the knee-high, five-inch white boots you gifted yourself for christmas. they’re lying right infront of you as you inspect them with anxious uncertainty. you eyed this pair for months before you clicked the checkout button at last, but seeing it in the flesh somewhat intimidates you because of how big and flashy it is.

“you look sexy in those boots, baby.” he crosses his arms, muscles bulging through his black t-shirt. he tucks his index finger under his chin as he envisions his plans and goals for your week-long vacation. “i packed my camera for this. i’ll film for a video, but i want to take pictures of you that have the street style, insta vibe too.”

“i do want to wear them but…” you trail off, hugging your knees to your chest as you pucker your lips in deliberation. “i read that it’s either snowy or rainy there these days. what if i slip?”

“no, no. i’m sure it’ll be fine.” he waves off your worries. “just bring them and we can figure it out when we get there.”

your boyfriend sounding inexplicably enthusiastic about this more than you has thoroughly boosted your confidence.

“okay.” you rest your chin on top of your knees, chewing on your bottom lip to conceal a smile. “i need to make space for it then. or should i get a duffel bag?”

“ey, no need for that! i’ll go pack them in mine…” he wastes no time, immediately squatting down to put the boots back in its box. “finish up here and don’t forget to turn the lights off.”

“yes, sir.” you chirp, kneeling on the floor to zip up your suitcase while he goes out to the living room where he already wheeled out his.

you stand in the middle of the bedroom, looking around as you mentally list down and cross out the essentials for your travel. you turn off every lightbulb you pass by on your way to the front door, picking up your powerbank charging in the living room, until you eventually reach jungkook who is standing in the narrow hallway.

“there you are,” you are greeted with a loving kiss planted on your forehead. “time check, time check. it’s 12:55.” he reports in a dulcet tone, slotting the strap of your bag over your head and letting it drape across your torso.

this is when it undoubtedly sinks in. hours ago, you were just sulking over something so silly and now, you’re about to leave for the airport. god, you can’t remember the last time you felt this surge of thrill thrumming in your veins. this is so out of the blue. you plan on creating a rough itinerary during the car ride and you already have several spots in mind (cough, cough. your tiktok’s fyp has been filled with recommendations courtesy of your friend and curious google searches). plus, you’re 99% sure there are things you forgot to pack, yet for some reason, you look forward to realizing what those are and stressing over where to fucking buy them in tokyo. and you highly doubt that you would feel this alive if you were travelling with somebody else rather than your best friend and your lover.

“let’s go!” you squeal, dashing past your boyfriend to push the door open.

he follows suit, hauling his luggage outside. “let’s go!” he chuckles to himself after he teasingly mimics your high-pitched tone.

once again, your childish impulses take over. you slump over the light pink suitcase to ride it, pushing the soles of your shoes against the smooth tiles to gain momentum as you roll across the quiet hallways. it’s absurd how you almost feel like you’re sneaking out, but you’ve always been one to enjoy reckless abandon.

entering a serious relationship with jungkook was a gamble you invested all your faith into. you used to feel like you were both running out of time, holding hands beneath the thick sand trickling down the hourglass. you didn’t want to have high hopes about building a life together, but you sure as hell pictured it in your mind a thousand times. and granted by a wild miracle, the universe was kind enough to breathe life into that picture. nowadays, the butterflies in your stomach wake up in the morning fluttering with life instead of fear.

“i realized something.” you voice out your thoughts as you wait for the elevator to climb to your apartment floor, sat on your suitcase with your chin propped up by the handle. “our flight is at 5am, right?“

“yup.” jungkook confirms with a nod as he zips up his windbreaker.

“then that means we can watch the sunrise from the plane!”

the new piece of information makes the photographer and videographer in him perk up with burning interest, dimples on his cheeks popping out as he lightly slaps his forehead.

“fuck, i need to drink a liter of coffee to stay awake for that.”

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[yunniiez]

midnight swim- sim jaeyun

mature content ahead, minors dni

possible part 2 based on how well this does.

warnings: semi public???(its a hotel pool), fem bodied reader, swearing, pet names (baby, gorgeous, love ect.) jus all the normal smutty stuff ykyk. you guys get interrupted!

pairing: non!idol!jake x fem!bodied!reader

genre: smut. maybe a teensy bit of fluff at the end

notes: short drabble in thanks for getting me to 170 followers! enjoy!!

jakes fingers danced around your waist, providing a warmth to the contrast to the cool water the two of you had submerged yourself in. after much convincing, jake had persuaded you to follow him down to the pool in the hotel you guys were staying at for your anniversary. which led you to your current situation, encased in jakes arms.

his body seemed to shield you from the cool night air, blowing against his bare back instead of against your body. “thanks for coming down here with me..” jake started, pulling away from the warm embrace he provided you with but still keeping a point of contact with your hand, gently grasping onto it. “this better be worth it jake.” you mumbled under your breath as your eyes looked up from the sparkling water to his eyes, seemingly shining under the moonlight. perhaps it was the reflection of the water against his face but jake looked so undeniably handsome in this moment.

you hadn’t realised how long you must’ve been staring at him before jake chuckled softly, waving a hand infront of your face. “hello? earth to y/n?” he called out softly. you blinked out of your daze, feeling your face heating up despite the cool air surrounding you. jake snickered as you lowered your head in an attempt to hide your blush. even though the two of you had been together for a while, jake had always made you so shy. you doubted it was ever going to change.

“no, don’t hide from me. let me see that pretty face” he said softly, placing a gently hand beneath your chin to raise your face. a small smile graced his face as he admired you for a moment. you only felt your cheeks growing more and more red with each passing moment but you couldn’t bring your eyes away from his.

almost instinctively, your body moved forward to press against his until all that was left apart from eachother was your lips. your eyes looked from his plump lips up to his pretty nose until they finally stopped at his sparkling eyes. jake seemed to notice this, laughing quietly before closing the gap between your lips and his. he shut his eyes, bringing a hand from your waist to wrap around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

the kiss increased in heat almost instantly when jakes tongue prodded at your lips, non verbally begging you to let his tongue explore your mouth. without much resistance, you let his mouth explore yours, leaning into him even further as you did so. you hummed into the kiss, wrapping your hands around his neck while pulling away for some breath.

jakes hands started to wonder, sliding down your waist to rest on your hip before curling behind you with a slight smirk evident on his pretty features. your eyes slightly widened as his hands moved lower and lower- until they had landed amongst your ass, which was nothing unusual. after all, it’s jake we’re talking about.

he snickered to himself before gently guiding you so that your back was facing him. he trapped you against a nearby pool wall, pressing you between his body and the wall as he sighs out. he was desperate for some sort of friction against his hard-on, that you could very well feel pressed up against your lower back.

“jake…” you whispered out quietly, craning your neck to look over your shoulder at him. “yes gorgeous, fuck. please, tell me you need me as bad as i need you.” he moaned out, wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling you closer, while the other rested against your hip.

you bit down on your lip, looking at the tiled floor surrounding the pool infront of you. you nodded, too shy to say anything. he tutted, shaking his head even though you couldn’t see him. “come on baby, you know i need to hear you say it.” he whispered, his lips almost brushing against your neck as he spoke. you felt your cheeks heat up again in embarrassment. “i need you jake… so bad”

and with that, he instantly tugs down your panties with a groan as he lowered his head into your neck. you could tell her was trying to control himself. “fuck gorgeous. gonna make y’feel so good hm?”

he slipped off his boxers, tossing them onto the tiles around the pool somewhere near the two of you guys that neither of you cared about right now. he was still tightly pressed up against you, slightly rutting against your ass to relieve himself with some sort of friction. he groaned again as he brought his hand around your hip to caress your bare pussy, dragging two of his thick fingers up and down.

usually, the action would evoke teasing about how wet you were but considering the time and place, jake had nothing to say apart from moan at the feeling of you against his fingers. without further warning, he slipped two fingers into your pussy without any resistance, biting down on his lip as he leaned over your shoulder. you let out a moan, a bit too loud, considering where you where. this pulled a small chuckle from jake as he began to move his fingers in and out of you, curling so perfectly. “so tight f’me..” he mumbled, his fingers moving at a slightly faster pace.

you moaned out again, dropping your head to rest against the pool walls with a small groan. “shit jake! fuck..” you whined as jakes fingers curled inside of you, hitting that one spongey spot that felt so good. you back arched, pressing against his painfully obvious hard-on.

you reached one hand to grip one jakes wrist, trying to slow his fingers that were now moving at a relentless pace. “j-jake!! i’m gonna- fuck~”

just as you felt your high approaching, the elevator that went directly down to the pool dinged, meaning somebody was coming down. both jake and your eyes darted over to the door as jake quickly slipped his fingers out of you with an apologetic mumble. you whined at the loss but nonetheless, understood that if we were continue, we were definitely going to get caught.

you pulled your panties that were floating around one of your legs up, reaching over to hand jake his swimming shorts with a soft huff. just as the two of you slipped back on your swimming clothing, a couple stepped out of the elevator after it dinged again. they stared at the two of you, who were now on opposite ends of the pool before looking at eachother and walking over to the pool regardless.

you looked at jake with a small pout, your thighs still tightly pressed together under the water, trying to get some friction, to no avail. jake laughed softly, floating over to you before intertwining his hand with yours, pulling you towards the steps after the couple had gotten into the pool with seemingly the same idea you and jake had while coming down here.

“let’s go back up to the hotel, yea?”

DONE DNE DONENSIDKSNHAKAJSJS MY FIRST SMUT!!!! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! requests are also open :)

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Keeping up with the Bhangs

This is a one shot from the little series. Read it if you would like it’s on my master list :))

Warning: Angst

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Summary: Being a mum is hard when you have to constantly play good cop, bad cop.

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"Chan?" She called for her husband. "Chan come look at what your daughter did!" Y/n called again. The sight infront of her was painful. Her little girl was stood in the middle of the room looking so innocent but she had created a huge train wreck around her. She couldn’t believe it.

She tried to keep her cool, she really did but she couldn’t. She heard the quiet footsteps making their way up towards their daughters room. Her anger was being tested and she felt like she was about to blow.

"What is it Y/n? I have a really important-" he paused when he looked up from his phone as he stared at the sight in front of him. "What the hell?" He let out a gasp.

The room was a mess. There was paint everywhere and crayons all over the wall. The collections of toys chan had gotten Soo-min where spread all over the place and her clothers (Soo-min) was covered in dirt, paint and crayons as she stood there looking innocent with the crayon in her hand. 

"Chan look what your daughter did!" Y/n raised her voice a little causing Soo-min to jump. She took little steps quickly to hide behind her father who was now standing fully in the room. It had been obvious she was scolded before this because her little hands were shaking and her lips were quivering.

Chans eyes soften as he loosened the tie that wrapped around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. He was determined to keep his wife calm and fix whatever was going on. If he had time of course.

"Hey, Y/n calm down. Don’t stress out baby. Its okay," He picked up his little girl with one hand trying to remove the paint of her face. Her eyes on the verge of tears as she pouted. "We can just get the cleaners to clean it-"

Chan being calm about the whole situation pissed of Y/n to the fullest because why was he so put together? Why was he such a good calm dad.

"Chan! you dont get it! this is not okay, she constantly disobeys, this is a huge mess! i left her for only a few minutes!" Y/n groaned frustrated as she threw the cups she had collected from the ground into a basket. 

"Y/n, its fine. She's a baby-" the glare Y/n gave him instantly made him shut up and look at his little girl that was basically holding onto his shirt for dear life. 

"M' sorry," Soo-min chocked on her sobs as tears started to spill and she Sniffed. She didn’t understand why her mum was being so scary. She only wanted to draw to make her happy cause she knew how sad she had been.

Chans heart melted at her little pout.

"Its okay mama, no need to cry. Daddy's got you," Chan wiped the tears from her cheeks and grabbed the crayon and paint brush from her tiny little hands. "Y/n look what you've done, now she's crying."

"Chan you cant honestly think this is okay-" Y/n was buffled. Chan didn't think this was okay, did he?

"she's a kid! kids make mistakes, she's still learning. You don't scold her, you teach her," His voice was now loud aswell. He was getting frustrated. He didnt want his children growing up in a toxic enviroment where they get yelled at or abused. That was his worst nightmare. 

“Then fine! You raise them if ur such a good teacher,”

“I don’t have time for this Y/n I have a big meeting coming-“

“Of course you fucking do, why don’t you just move into your office and abandon your kids and pregnant wife!”

Her blood was boiling. It was like she was getting everything off her chest and she needed it.

“Y/n that’s enough. Your acting like a child in front of her!” Chan growled. “You can’t even control this situation without calling and crying for me,” his chest was moving up and down as he was huffing. Trying so hard to control himself but he was stressed and tired and it was like she wanted to pick a fight every chance she got.

"Chan! why do you always have to be good cop. Why cant you see this is wrong? Stop being a bad parent and-'

"Bad parent?" He scoffs and looked up at her buffled, "I'm the bad parent? just cause you were abused when you were younger doesn't mean you have to put your trauma on my children..." His eyes go wide. He didn't mean it. He was just angry. He didn't mean any of it. 

The tension in the air wise thick. The shocked gasp that left her mouth was painful. Her head started to spin. Her eyes turning red as her body started to overheat. The emotions she felt were overwhelming. A panic attack was coming on. Her eyes landed on her daughter, the little girl was covering her ears trying to cover her face in her fathers chest. Was she a monster?

"Papa? no fighting," The little girl squealed as she still continued to cover her ears. This made Y/n's heart break. was it true? was she becoming her toxic mother. 

 "It's okay mama," He comforted her shivering body, "I-Im going to get her changed so i can go back to my meeting. I'll tell the maids to come clean up," he so badly wanted to hold his wife and apologize but with the way she stood in one place he knew he couldn't have the conversation, well not right now. 

The door closed behind him as her little girls sniffles slowly faded in the distance. Y/n was in shock. Her brain was taking long to react. Her hands were cold and all of a sudden she couldnt hear anything around her.

Was she the problem? Was she being hard on the kids? she never yelled at any of them unless they did something horrible, she never intended for the father of her kids to call her toxic. To embarrass her like that.

It was too much, she was done playing tough guy. she was tired of the constant fight of depression. She was tired of her husband degrading her as she stayed home while he was out all night partying doing God knows what. 

She wanted her life back. she wanted to be fun again. She didnt want to be tired all the time. She was tired of being pregnant.

Her face felt wet. Her hands automatically covering her eyes. Heart wrenching sobs leaving her body as she placed a hand on her belly. The doubt of being a mother was creeping back up. The sudden urge to run away and dissapear haunted her conscious. Truth is she was tired of the fake smiles and the big parties and important business people.

Yes, she loved the big house her husband built for them, she loved the grand cars and the golden credit cards but she wanted to feel again. She wanted to be loved again. By her husband. She wanted to be a teenager again, falling in love and being young and free.

She laid on the called floor. Her arms supporting the heavy bump she was carrying. The tiled sending shivers down her spine. The tears still spilling from her eyes until eventually she grew tired and fell asleep.

[pinievsev]

hii can you write a seokchan (sweet home) fanfic where reader/oc is being harmed by other survivors in the stadium and seokchan happened to be there so he teaches them a lesson. kinda touch her or I'll kill you vibe, knowing seokchan is a gentleman and doesn't resort to violence i think it'd be hot to see him being protective of his girl

mine to protect

Pairing: Kang seokchan x reader (can be viewed as any gender)

Warnings: blood and violence, not proofread (in desperate need of a proofreader)

Genre: angst + fluff

Story under the cut

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It's been happening for a few weeks now, you thought you had it under control, you thought you could deal with it, but it's been getting bad lately.

You see, near the begining of the apocalypse you'd gotten with your boyfriend, kang seokchan, who just so happens to be a member of the platoon.

You'd kept it a secret for a while, no one had a clue, yet somehow another survivor in the "base" had saw you two together and word spread quickly.

People accused you of being with him so you could get extra food or things after the platoon's expeditions, or have extra protection and be a priority.

Of course it wasn't true, you genuinely love seokchan with all your heart, he was there for you and you were there for him since the start. Since the world started going to shit he's all you've had and you're all he's had.

You rested your head on the wall you were sitting against, not bothering to stop your nose from bleeding any further. You licked your lips, a strong metallic taste left on your tongue due to the red liquid that stained your face.

A few minutes ago, you were simply minding your business, making your way back to your makeshift bed after helping an elderly lady get back to hers, when a group of about 5 other survivors attacked you, screaming profanities your way and landing hit after hit on you with all the strength they had left in them.

You tried to fight back, but 5 against 1 wasn't exactly a fair fight. So you let them. 'it'll be over soon' you told yourself.

What you had failed to notice was a young kid hiding behind a corner, watching the brutal scene unfold Infront of him. What you also failed to notice was the way he scrambled to his feet, sprinting towards the room the platoon members usually gathered in, dodging people on his way and even bumping on to a few, focus on his goal. Finding your boyfriend.

Your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice booming down the hall, getting closer and closer accompanied by the sound of quick heavy steps.

You looked over, turning your head causing pain to shoot up the back of your neck. Seokchan messily halted to a stop Infront of you, kneeling down to your level, worry and concern visible on the man's features.

"What happened?!" He questioned as he helped you sit up properly and checked your injuries. You hissed in pain but kept your lips sealed. He already had alot to worry about, you didn't want him to worry about you either.

His eyes found yours and he placed a hand on the back of your head gently. "Tell me. Please." You shook your head the action barely visible as moving at all made the pain was unbearable.

He sigh at your stubbornness and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak again a quiet voice interrupted him "they were attacked sir." The same boy that had barged inside the room cutting off the Sargent's speech said.

Seokchan looked at the boy, urging him to explain further. You also averted your gaze to him, pleading for him not to say anymore, but to your dismay he did. He explained everything, from how people have been treating you to what they thought of you and what they say about you.

Seokchan's breath hitched, getting cough in his throat he simply nodded towards the kid who took that as a sign to leave.

Once his small frame disappeared out of sight he turned back to you. "How long?" You sighed and closed your eyes before speaking "a couple weeks".

You heard him groan and mumble something "come on" he helped you to your feet and slung your arm over his shoulder, supporting you as you walked back to his room where he had you sit down as he patched you up wordlessly.

You watched him as he worked, the way his brows furrowed in concentration and the way he licked his lips every few seconds.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked suddenly catching the man of guard. He didn't respond until he finished his work.

"Why would I be mad at you?" He asked placing everything back in place. "For, you know, not telling you." He shook his head and looked at your, smoothing out the plaster on your right cheek

"I'm not. I would never be mad at you honey. Maybe, I am a little sad but not mad, never mad" you breathed out in relief, a breath you were unaware you'd been holding.

"I'm sorry. I just... I didn't want you to worry, you already have so much on your plate and you risk your life every day-"

"Don't worry about that. No matter what you'll always be my top priority, like you've always been my love." He assured you.

Moving to sit by you on his bed he snakes his arms around your waist, bringing you close to him and laying back with you in his arms.

"For now, you just get some rest and when you wake up, I'll need names." You chuckled at the man's words "seokchan-"

"I'm serious." You shook your head but agreed nonetheless. You closed your eyes, quickly drifting off. From now on, you won't care what anyone thinks of you, you'll Stan up for yourself and won't depend on anyone to fight on your behalf. Not as long as you had Kang seokchan by your side.

[bestpigeon]

Alastor x Male Reader

your new to hell, and Alastor saves you from trouble. This is a oneshot, so there won't be multiple parts. Will also be quite short too.

You instantly strike his interest in your lack of fear and undiscovered powers.

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Your new in hell. You recently just randomly fell from the sky with a thud. You landed and instantly started to explore. I mean, this whole demon thing was new.

You looked around and saw many peculiar sights. Demons killing other demons, lots of porn studios which is weird and other unusual things you wouldn't really see on earth.

You were walking around as usual, you didn't really have a place to stay though, so you didn't really have a choice but to explore this hell hole.

You were wondering around until you got stopped by some demons. I believe they were called IMPS. That's beside the point, they all threatened to kill you. Well, torture you in the most gruesome way possible. You didn't really know your ways around your demonic powers yet. So you had no choice but to flee.

You ran and ran. The pathetically tiny yet aggressive demons trailing close behind you. You then fucked yourself when you accidentally backed yourself into a wall, having the small demons surround you. You just waited for your demise, you couldn't fight back anyways.

That was until you see a weird darkish green aura surround you. A tall, intimidating figure appeared out of nowhere infront of you. Litrally nowhere. Your eyes widened in both shock and admiration for this fellow and his strong powers.

"I suggest you flee, little beings." The mysterious man says. The weird little beings do just that. They seemed to be scared of him so they fled like there was no tomorrow. The man turned around and made eye contact with you.

"Probably not the best way to introduce myself, names Alastor. Who may you be handsome fellow?" The man said. Your heart fluttered slightly when he called you handsome. He had a wide smile, one that never left his face. It was intimidating as helm though, and handsome.

"Y/N, its nice to meet you." You say as you extend your hand out to Alastors. The taller man shook it and his smile only grew. "Oh and thank you, for saving me" the smile not once shrunk.

"Oh its my pleasure, Y/N. Say, do you have a current place to stay?" Alastor says, questioning you while keeping strong and unbroken eye contact with you. Slightly embarrassed you retract your hand from his. You two were 'shaking hands' for a suspicious amount of time and both of you noticed.

"Uh unfortunately I don't, no." You say slightly moving your head down breaking the eye contact. You were embarrassed, I mean it's your 5th day in hell and you haven't even got a home yet? How pathetic.

"Well, why don't you stay at the Hazbin hotel? It's free and I believe you'll fit in magnificently." He says as he moves a singular finger under your chin to make you make eye contact with him. That action made your face feel warm. You brushed it off and smiled. A place to stay sounds nice.

"Yes! I mean um, yeah, sure I'll tag along" you say trying to hide your excitement, a bed! How exciting! He chuckled softly, what a handsome voice. You thought, you quickly pushed that thought away however when you felt him grab your hand.

You both make eye contact before you get suddenly teleported to a Hotel. Specifically the Hazbin hotel. You let your eyes wonder for a while before getting approached by someone, Charlie.

After a while you met everyone there. Charlie even gave you a job offer at the hotel! Your just an additional cleaner which isn't too bad. Your currently in your new room laying on the bed from this, tiresome day. Seconds away from a deep slumber you hear a soft knock at the door. You groan slightly in frustration but that disappears when you open the door and get greeted by Alastor.

You have to admit, you had a slight soft spot for him since he saved your life, got you a job, and a place to stay. "Hi, Alastor, need anything?" You say with a smile. He returns the smile, his usual one growing larger.

"How are you doing Y/N, settling in well?" He questions in his usual charming voice. You smile. It's nice to know someone cares. "Yeah, it's really nice here. Thank you for leading me here. Is there a way I can repay you?" That was a mistake, niave you didn't know that you shouldn't make deals with overlords or trust them. You barley knew what an overlord was.

His normal warming smile went wider, wider then you've even seen it. You raised an eyebrow at his lack of response. "Alastor?" You question. He was litrally just staring at you. He then walked into your room ans shut the door without a word. You backed up slightly. You went to speak but quickly got inturuped by Alastors lips smashing into yours.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your face growing warm. It didn't take long for you to process what was happening before kissing back. It was passionate, Alastor was taking control, dare i say you could tell he was enjoying it. He pulled away and put one hand on your chin making you make eye contact with him.

"I've watched you since the moment you fell upon hell. I couldn't get you out of my mind Y/N." You were slightly shocked at that. He was staking you? I mean you are in hell so you have no room to judge. "You- you have? Why?" You question confused as to why he chose to stalk you. That made him chuckle slightly, you didn't know why however.

"Your the most handsome man I've ever met, not to mention, you didn't seem scared of me at all." He says. You smile at that and feel yourself blushing slightly. "Not to mention, I sense power in you. A power you've yet to discover, Y/N, you truly intrigue me. That doesn't happen often."

He expected you to reply in some sarcastic way or for you to give him a compliment. But you grabbed the back of his head and pulled into another passionate kiss..

___________________________________________My first Oneshot omg. Hope you like it, feel free to give recommendations! :)

PLEASE MAKE REQUESTS! (if you want too)

[kangmoon27]

The Boy | Jungkook ff PT2

Pairing: Bhrams Yandere Jungkook x babysitter Y/n

Summary: they paid you a huge amount of money just to babysit their son who turned out to be a doll named kookie not knowing the real kookie is actually all grown up and living behind the walls where he always watches you.

First part

The sounds of foot stepping becomes normal for you. Ever since that night when you tried to leave this house the noises coming from the wall continues. It's terrifying yes but you just couldn't do anything but just to bare with it.

Your eyes fell on the wall clock and find out that it's already 8 o'clock and it's time to put kookie to bed.

You walk towards the doll that is sitting on the sofa and pick it up. You then turn around and unplug the tv before making your way upstairs.

As you entered his room you slowly put him down in his bed, you walk away from him and stood up Infront of the closet trying to find his night wear clothe.

Once you found it you came towards him again before undressing him and dress him up with his night wear suit. A small smile appeared in your lips while you're laying the doll down on his bed and cover him with the blanket. Leaving a kiss on his forehead and said farewell to him.

You slowly close your eyes after closing the bedroom door behind you. A sigh left your mouth, you're so exhausted, all though taking care of a doll is just easy job, maintaining the huge house looking like a castle clean is a lot of work.

You can't do it on your own. They surly need to get another maid but that's exactly what they don't want. They only want you here alone in this house while taking care of a doll that they called "their son".

It's so weird but what can you say. The money they're paying you is no joke and because of that you just had to bare with it.

As you took a step forward you heard the step coming from the wall as well. You tried to ignore it and went to your room but before you could even open the door and step forward you heard a running footsteps coming from the wall as if it's making it's way towards you. But when you look around you found no one and the steps fades away.

You're under the shower. You just let your body under the water while you're laying on the tub. It's such a long day and you surly need a calm and peaceful bath to finally call it a day.

While you're chillin. Someone slowly open the door avoid to make a sound. He walks in and saw your used clothes on the laundry basket. He smile under his thick glass mask and grab your und'rwear along with the dress that you just used. Sniffing on it while closing his eyes he couldn't help but to giggle silently.

His mind isn't completely matured. He couldn't even remember how his child's mind suddenly become perverted. Well there's only one answer. It's you. Definitely you.

While he's busy sniffing your undergarment and hugging your dress his eyes caught something shining on the sink and noticed that it's your neckless.

He knew how important it is for you cause he can sometimes see you kissing it. He quickly grabbed it and put it in his pocket. While he's about to leave he accidentally hit the cup where your toothbrush is placed on. You quickly open the curtain and saw your thing on the ground.

Getting up from the tub you came and pick it up before placing it again on the sink. You look around the bathroom and find no one but the bathroom door is open. While the droplets of the water are dripping from your b'dy, you walk out of the bathroom nked and look around your room but found no one so you just came back inside and closed the door.

Jungkook on the other side keep his eyes on you. Watching you all nked while he's hiding inside the closet that is Infront of the bathroom. He's sweating alot. All he could think about is doing nasty things on you.

You came out of the bathroom and started looking around the room trying to search for your neckless but it's no where to be found.

You're getting frustrated while letting out a annoyed groan. Jungkook just continue watching you and lick his lips seeing you only with white long sleeve and when you bend down you literally gave him the perfect view of your a's.

Just then a loud bang was heard down stairs. You get startled and look around before making your way down stairs. Without hesitation Jungkook also made his down using his shortcut that is behind the walls.

When Jungkook arrived there he saw a man and he's talking to you. Confused. He saw how you're trying to push the guy out of the house but since he's bigger than you it's no used. He can see how unstable you are through the small gap in the wall.

You sat on the ground after the man walk upstairs. Pulling your hair out of frustration. You saw your ex boyfriend namjoon coming back with Kookie in his hand.

"Wow what is this? Is this the guy you're babysitting? It's a freaking doll Yn!!" He just then start laughing while you tried taking kookie from him.

While taking the doll away from him you accidentally poke his eyes making him groan in pain. The second later he look at you with his burning eyes and grabbed the doll from your hand then thrown it on the ground. The head of the doll explode as it's made of a white glass just like the plates.

"No!!!! N-no no no no no what have you done namjoon!!" You look at him in shocked while he just laughed. Walking towards the broken kookie you couldn't help but to think about what will happen to you next just then a painful grip from your hair made you scream in pain.

Namjoon started pulling you by your hair when the wall suddenly open. A loud bang made you and namjoon look at the broken wall. Just then you both saw a hand coming out of the wall till a huge guy wearing a dirty jumper with a mask same as the doll came out.

Without hesitation he quickly run to namjoon and chock him while pinning him on the wall. He also grabbed the vase beside him and hit him with it. The other guy fell on the ground with bleeding head.

But he didn't stop there. Jungkook also grabbed a kn'fe and st'b the man laying on the ground several times before he turn his head towards you.

You started shaking your head left and right in fear. You then slowly stood up and run away from him. You can hear the loud bang of his shoes while running after you.

"Yn don't leave me. I'll me good. I will. Please don't leave kookie." You cover your mouth while hearing him taking with his child voice. Just as you're about to run away you saw him standing Infront of you while holding a kn'fe in his other hand.

You gulp hard. You don't know what to do. He was just staring at you while standing so close to you.

"Kookie!! Drop that. It's time for bed come on!!" You don't know where did you get that courage but that's all you could think about right now.

Surprisingly he did dropped the kn'fe and followed you while making your way to his bedroom.

You order him to lay down and he did. As you're about to leave he suddenly grabbed your hand making you look at him.

"Kiss."

"No kookie you've been a very bad today."

You turned around wanting to leave but you heard him whipping like a kid while holding your hand. You turned around again and saw him sitting on the bed while holding you tight.

"Kiss."

You just gave up and actually kiss him. The coldness of his mask made your lips numb. Before you could even pulled away Jungkook eventually pulled you closer and made you sit on his lap.

You widened your eyes trying to free yourself but he's strong enough to lay you on his bed and hovered you. He tear your clothes open while you're trying so hard to get away from him.

He just let you struggle but never let you go. He quickly went down and pulled you undergarment away. You're covering your exposed cl't with your hand but he quickly push it away and lift his mask a little only enough to stick his tongue out and eat you out.

When you felt his warm tongue licking you off you suddenly forgot what you're actually trying do. You let out a small moan while putting your head back and rolled your eyes.

Jungkook smiled. He loves the taste of you. It's just only free c'm but he's already obsessed with it. He couldn't believe that you taste even better than he could imagine.

He wasn't even able to make you come but he quickly stopped and look at you. You then slowly open your eyes and saw him. He stood up and str'p himself Infront of you then hovered to you again. Jungkook placed the tip of his leaking c'ck against your entrance before pushing in slowly, you gasped at the intrusion, feeling him fill you up as he got deeper and deeper until you sat nicely on his lap. Jungkook pecks your lips as you adjusted yourself, you could see the look in Jungkook's eyes the look of him holding himself back.

Kookie let out a small whimper with eyes screwed shut trying to process the pleasure of you just sitting on his cock. It made you smile what you could do to him, how you could affect this man, leaning down you pressed your soft lips against his with him instantly returning it. One hand still on your hips the other carded through your hair as tongues tangled together in sloppy kisses.

A gasp left jungkook's lips as he felt you raise your hips only to slam back down onto him A breathless "Mommy" leaving his lips before you pressed yours and his together again.

Starting slow you eventually started to gain momentum bouncing up and down on his throbbing c'ck. Pulling away from the kissing to sit up you moaned as your body jerked up and down t'ts bouncing with every thrust. Jungkook started breathed heavily as his hand moved to your bouncing breasts to massage them, every now and then moving his thumb across your erect n'pples.

"Fck Mommy, you feel so tight!" He moaned thrusting up against your bouncing to get even deeper

The sound of sk'n slapping against skin echoed with both of your labored breathes, you could feel the tip of Jungkook's c'ck hitting in all the right spots as the knot inside your gut started to tighten threatening to snap at any second.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and started thr'sting upwards at blinding speed, hitting the perfect spot every time.

"Fu-ahh Make mommy cum on your c'ck!" You moaned into his ear as the knot got tighter and tighter until You let out a strangled m'an as your walls clenched around him milking his c'ck for all its worth, kookie thrusted up once more before keeping his c'ck buried inside of you. The feeling of you clenching around him just enough to send him over the edge once more, filling you up with streaks of c'm.

Finally you both relaxed on top of each other, you laying on his chest with his c'ck inside you and arms still wrapped around you in a lighter embrace.

You totally lost your mind. You don't even know who's this guy and correction he just k'lled your ex and his body is still down stairs while you're here getting fck up.

[silkythewriter]

*jumps through wall* Hello Metal Family Dee and any others with a S/O who basically is the queen of crows cause I’m gonna tame the crows around my house and I must know. Thanks you and I must tend to these unrelated wounds. *jumps through the wall to leave another hole*

//Author note (￣▽￣): AHHHH it feels so good to write again this request was a nice starter thank you for the ask I absolutely loved this one! And I love crows too their just adorable❤️❤️❤️\(^ヮ^)/ enjoy!! ;3//

Queen of the Crow’s

You jumped down the stairs of school while humming a small tune. The sun shined bright whilst it set, you shielded you’re eyes with hand and squinted a bit. You heard Dee’s heavy shoes thump on the stairs behind you as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You alright?” He asked while watching you nod as you chuckled while continuing to walk. “Say where’s your brother? Doesn’t he stand out here for you?” You asked looking around for the redheaded boy in question. “Yea.” Dee scoffed while pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes while shaking his head “god knows what he’s probably up to, i should go find him before my parents drag me about losing him” he said with a heavy sigh. You laughed at his stress while he glared at you, “oh cmon it’s at least a BIT funny” you said while smiling. “Yea sure” he said as he punched your shoulder softly, a soft smile appeared on his face which he tried to hide but failed terribly as you already witnessed the adorable action. But you decided, for his sake to hide that fact. And instead focus on walking to your destination, “mind if i crash at your place for night?” You asked as you turned your head back to him. “At this point you live at my house so might as well not even ask” he said grunting in fake annoyance one which you saw right through.

Screaming was heard a few miles away, which made you and Dee simultaneously turn your heads to face what could be causing such screeching. After finding out what the source was Dee panicked in embarrassment as his brother came racing over to him, which caused you to chuckle at the brothers. “Heavy quite down! You causing a scene” Dee said in a hushed but angry voice which made heavy nod quickly before quieting down. Once he glanced over to you making his eyes light up “Hi Y/n!!” He said with a grin as he rushed over to you and wrapping his small arms around your waist little over your hips as he buried his head in your stomach. “Hey my strong guy!” You said as you laughed and ruffled his hair making him laugh in response as he let go of you and grasped your arm stoping you from ruffling his hair any longer “Stop!” He said laughing as he playfully pushed your hand back towards you. “Alright, alright!” You chuckled holding your hands up slightly, Dee only looked at his brother with glaring eyes before he began to move again, causing heavy to sprint towards him and you to walk behind him. “Y/n!” Heavy yelled put to you causing you to hum in acknowledgment, “can you do that thing with crows? You know the one you showed me last time!” He said causing Dee to turn his head to his little brother taking interest before looking at you in confusion. “What crow thing? Y/n CANT do a crow thing?” Dee huffed, hating the fact he was the only one left out of such detail. You only chuckled awkwardly “Nah, Dee probably just wants to go home, he’ll probably think it’s stupid” you said as you looked a Dee with a soft smile “wha- no- I mean, I wouldn’t mind.. I have time to spare anyway” he said stuttering as he looked away from you while kicking an old can of soda. “Oh alright then!” You said with a grin as you speed walked over to both of them before taking the lead infront of them and leading them to the old grave yard, “what are you doing?” Asked Dee as he watched you carefully, “climbing over the fence, what does it look like I’m doing?” You laughed as you hopped down onto the dead grass, heavy landed closely to you leaving Dee the only one to jump. He only shook his head as he pushed open the unlocked gate and walking through it with ease, making you and heavy stand there as you both let out an “ohhhh” heavy only shrugged “our way was cooler” he said as he walked over to the nearest tree housing hundreds of crows.

“Watch” was all heavy whispered to his brother as you neared the tree making the crows call out as they all flow towards you, many landed on your your out stretched arms as other landed near your feet, one even landed on your head making heavy chuckle “what the..” Dee said as he looked in wonderment at you and your body basically covered with crows, Dee out stretched a finder as you let one on your shoulder step onto it, Dee brought it close as if to inspect it. “How did you..” he said as his words trailed off being left speechless “they really like me I guess” you said with a laugh causing the crowd around you to squawk as almost in a mimic type way. “Your like their crow queen” stated heavy as he walked over with cupped hands making another crown hop off your head and land into his hands “yea!” You chuckled making Dee shake his head “you like my lil trick?” You asked dee as you let your eyes wonder to him making him nod in amazement

“it’s true you are just like their crow queen..”

[florrysgf]

NOT PART OF THE PLAN! stu macher x fem!reader

SUMMARY: in which you discover your boyfriend, stu is hiding a dark secret, which leads to you crumbling his and billy’s plan

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of drugging, manipulation, blood, murder, mentions of death, gunshots, stabbing, mentions of vomit

WORD COUNT: 1.9k +

You muttered a low “Fuck,” under your breath as you forced open your eyes. Your eyelids were heavy. You struggled as you lifted your head up from the pillow, it felt as though it weighed a ton. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the bright light, and for you to realise where you were. The digital clock on the bedside table was the first thing to catch your eye. Shit, how much did you drink? It was past 1AM, and Stu was nowhere to be seen.

You internally scratched your brain for any recollection of the previous night. You remember drinking, a lot, which you presumed caused you to pass out in Stu’s bedroom. But what confused you the most was the fact that Stu wasn’t lying beside you. There was no way the party was still going on. There was a curfew in place, and you distinctly remember having to drag a girl out of the house by her hair because she was so drunk.

You forced yourself up out of the bed and trailed down the hall to Mr and Mrs Macher’s bedroom, where you hoped to find your boyfriend. Instead, when you opened the door, you were met with a rather stomach-churning sight. You let out a gasp, a peculiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. Blood. Everywhere. Up the walls, on the floor, splattered across the bed.

“Oh my god. No, no, no.” You repeated to yourself, immediately rushing to sprint down the staircase. If you ran any faster, you’d go flying.

Just as reached the bottom of the staircase, the scene infront of you stopped you in your tracks. Randy was lying unresponsive on the floor of the foyer, blood seeping out from his chest whilst a hysterical Sidney stood over him. By the door, you locked eyes with Billy, but this was not the same Billy you once knew. He stood smirking, scratching the side of his head with the barrel of Dewey’s gun. His white cotton shirt was soaked in blood, and the barbarous look in his eyes was haunting.

You felt sick to your stomach. Was it Billy all along? All this time, your best friend was the one you should’ve been scared of and you were blinded to it. “What the fuck is going on?” You croaked out.

“You know, Y/N. I always thought you were smarter than that.” Billy chuckled, referencing the gun in his hand, “C’mon. Put two and two together.”

You were trying to process too much at once, and it was beginning to get too much for you. The masked killer running around was right under your nose the entire time, and he just shot one of your best friends. Fuck! You trudged your way over to where Randy was lying. The carpet beneath him was quickly turning red with his blood, and his skin was growing more and more pale by the second.

“Is he dead?” Sidney asked between sobs.

You found his wrist, frantically searching for a pulse. You felt the tears prick in your eyes as you were unable to find one. Your emotions built up, a sudden wrath took hold of you, prompting you to pick up a vase that was placed on a table by the front door. You tipped the flowers out onto the floor and ran up behind Billy, smashing the ornament over his head. “You sick fucking bastard!” You cried.

The brunette boy screamed out, using his free hand to grasp hold of your ankle, dragging you down to the floor with him. You whined, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use.

Instead, you used your right leg to kick him the torso, causing the gun to fly from his hand. A small, yet determined smirk formed on your face as you extended your arm out the grab the weapon, at the hope of freeing yourself. You were so close. Just a few inches fur—

“Bitch.” The Loomis boy spat, stomping his foot on your wrist, stopping you from reaching the gun and causing you to yelp out in pain.

You were forced to put all of the pressure on your other arm as you forced yourself to stand up and attempt to tackle him again. You lunged forward at him, only for the loud ring of his shotgun to fill your ears. You audibly gasped as the bullet tore through your skin, deflecting off your right rib. It felt like your insides were burning out. As though it were a reflex, your hands cupped the bullet hole in your side, your vision blurring at the sight of blood pouring out.

Stu came running into the room at the sound of the gunshot. The beige sweater you once bought him was now red with blood, the cotton torn to shreds. You didn’t even notice the kitchen knife in his hand.

He watched your body collapse against the wall, his face dropping instantly as he turned to the brunette, who looked just as shocked as you did. “What the fuck, man?!” He spat.

Sidney rushed to your side, tearing off her denim jacket and holding it to your gunshot wound, trying her best to apply pressure to it and stop the bleeding. She’d already lost Randy and Tatum, she sure as hell wasn’t going to lose you too.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your boyfriend shrieked, staring aimlessly at Billy, who simply cocked his head to the side. “We had an agreement, man! You promised me she wouldn’t get hurt!”

The Loomis boy simply shrugged his shoulders. “She got too cocky.” He supposed, “I told you if she got in the way, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.”

“You promised, you dick.” Stu whined, dropping the knife to the floor and kneeling down beside you. His hand reached for yours, only for you to slap it away.

“Don’t touch me!” You snapped, causing him to tense up. More tears began to fall down your already stained cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. How could he do this to you? You grabbed the jacket from Sidney’s fingers, pressing it harder to your torso with a wince as you tried to stand up, using the wall to help you.

Once you were up, you stumbled into the kitchen with a stiff Stu traipsing behind you. Sidney tried to follow, but Billy was quick to grab hold of her, pulling her to his chest and holding the gun to her head.

“It was you. It was you all along. It was all you.” You muttered, mostly to yourself, pacing up and down the kitchen. Even saying it out loud, you couldn’t comprehend it. You turned around, gawking at him through glossy eyes, silently begging for an explanation.

Stu frowned, attempting to get closer to you again, but you took a step back, gripping the counter with your fingers. “Y/N, please. You don’t get it.”

“I don’t get it?” You scoffed, tightening your grip on the marble counter as the pain in your stomach started to become unbearable. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to stand. “Then explain it to me, Stu! Explain to me why you killed all those people! Casey, Tatum, Himbry, Randy - why’d you do it?”

The tall, blonde boy was unable to look you in the eye. God, he felt so ashamed. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, this wasn’t the plan. “It was Billy.” He mumbled, causing the brunette on the other side of the room to roll his eyes. “It was all Billy’s idea, he made me do it. I swear it, Y/N, please. You have to believe me.”

Peer pressure? Was that his motive? Did he really expect you to believe that? You knew Stu was easily led, he always had been, but now it all made sense. The sick jokes, the slasher references. There had always been something about him and you were too stupid to notice it. Either that or he was too good at hiding it.

His fear grew bigger as you stayed silent. It made him feel uneasy, he didn’t know what you were thinking and that terrified him. He had to get you on his side. He had to make you believe him. “He promised to leave you out of it if I helped him. That’s why we put you upstairs, to protect you!”

“Oh my god…” you whimpered, tears falling from your eyes as the realisation washed over you like a wave. The beers. Holy shit, the beers. “You— you drugged me.” You whispered somewhat sternly.

Stu’s eyes, too glistened with tears. He shook his head, neither conforming nor denying your statement. “To protect you!” He repeated, defending himself, his voice dropping down to the usual soft tone you knew and loved.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You gawked at him, eyes wide.

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt!” He whined, throwing his arms in the air, eyeing your gaping wound. “You weren’t supposed to get shot, that was not part of the plan. All I wanted was to keep you safe, that’s all I wanted! Fuck, if you had just stayed upstairs like you were suppo—”

You cut him off, almost laughing at what you’d just heard. “Are you saying this all my fault?!”

“Y/N, honey, I love you—”

“You’re psychotic.”

“It’s not my fault—”

“You’re a murderer!”

“I did it for you!”

You let out a groan, clutching your stomach with your arm. Your entire body ached, you were exhausted. “What do you expect me to do, Stu?” You sighed in defeat. “Drop everything and forgive you so we can run off into the sunset together? Act like none of this ever happened?”

Stu ran out of words. He couldn’t think of anything else to say to convince you to be on his side. He didn’t want to lose you, that was the last thing he wanted. You were all he had left. He could tell you were tired, tired of everything. You just wanted it all to stop. As harsh as it may sound, in that moment, you wished you never met him. The boy inched closer to you, holding his arms out. He just wanted to hug you, hold you in his arms and inhale your scent, without a care in the world.

You flinched as his fingertips brushed against your skin. You felt sick. In a panic, you reached out behind you, swiping a kitchen knife from the block on the counter, and holding it out infront of you.

Stu took a rapid step back, gawping at your shaking hand. “Baby, what are you doing?” He carefully asked.

“I said… don’t come… near me.” You whispered. Now Stu was scared. Not because of the knife in your hand, but because you were turning pale. You were sweating. Your entire body was trembling, relying completely on the counter behind you to stay upright.

“Y/N, baby, give me the knife.” The blonde pleaded, looking at you with begging eyes.

Suddenly your eyes felt incredibly heavy. You let out a gasp, your grip on the side loosening. The knife slipped out of your hand with a loud crash, and your body collapsed to the floor with it. “Shit! Shit!” The Macher boy cursed, kneeling down bedside you at an instant. He picked up your head, placing it on his lap. His stomach churned as you began to spit up blood.

Once he was preoccupied, searching frantically for something, anything, to stop the bleeding, using the little strength you had left, you reached for knife, grasping it and plunging it straight into his back. “Bastard.” You spluttered, dropping the knife to the floor, lying back down as your boyfriend face-planted the ground, the kitchen knife poking out of his back.

[konigsblog]

mdni. dark content ahead. dub-con, stockholm syndrome, necromancer, toxic relationships, stalking and kidnapping.

creepy!kidnapper!ghost who's eerily silent. he'll watch you from afar in the basement; tied up and chained against the cold, concrete wall. he love seeing you fearful and terrified into obedience, as he's into fear play. able to drag you by your ankle towards him and fuck you into a wet, sticky mess who becomes obsessed with him.

(based off a request) necromancer!kidnapper!ghost who brings people back from the dead to scare you with them. he doesn't mind getting his clothes bloody, seeing crimson stain his jeans, to murder them right infront of you to show you what he's capable of, and what he'd do for you to be obedient and eager to learn from him.

stalker!ghost who pumps his hard dick at the sight of you walking along in public. hiding behind a corner and stroking himself at the sight of you stumbling into your house drunkenly, wearing a skimpy dress and some pretty high heels. he isn't afraid to steal an extra key for himself, to raid your clothing hamper when you're away and place cameras around your house to watch you at all times.

(based off a request) toxic!boyfriend!ghost who speeds when he's driving with you. a screaming match started between you two because a drunken man hit on you. you're pleading with him to slow down before he crashes. and once he's got his hands on you, he's fucking you relentlessly till you're raw and sensitive, till the only thing you remember is simon's fat cock slapping against your clit.

[ivysturnss]

Ninja Warriors- Chris Sturniolo

Summary - Where the triplets get invited to the American Ninja Warrior in LA to film a video and they bring you along!

Warnings - FLUFF!!! Ass touching, swearing , kissing ,pet names but nothing else.

A/N - I loved this video so much so I decided to make a fic abt it hope u enjoy love ivy xx

Pairing - Chris x fem!reader

Divider - @ issysh3ll

Nick Matt Chris Aliyah

"You ready to go lia?" Chris questions picking up his phone and walking over to her who's flatting her slick back with her hands one final time before standing up. "Mhm , I can't wait but do I have to be in every part of the video?" Aliyah curiously asks exiting the bedroom and walking out to the garage. "You don't have to be in it at all if you don't want." chris says getting into the passenger seat as aliyah gets into the drivers. "I'll be in it as I want to have fun with you guys but I'll stay out of some clips!" " What y'doing in the front lia?" Matt says opening the drivers side door to see her sat in his seat. " I thought I would drive for a change so get in the back so we can leave." Aliyah answers shutting the door and waiting for everyone to get in so she can drive to the mall.

They arrive at main place mall and find memo's car so they can park next to it what they could so Aliyah reverses into the parking spot and unbuckles her belt and leans her head on chris' shoulder before getting out the car and going inside.

"You must wear running shoes on trust obstical course , you must wear toe grip socks for the infla-" matt reads out before getting interrupted by nick saying hello to a staff member.

"Can we go to the little kid zone first?" Chris asks the group whilst watching the safety video. "Chris no ur 20 years old not 4!" aliyah replies from behind the camera rolling her eyes before getting the look of annoyance from Chris. "My back hurts already" "Yeah matts been bitching all day he's been like sneezing and stuff and nicks been complaining about his back but aliyahs been the only one who hasn't complained!" Chris says pointing at each person then waving his hand for lia to come stand with him.

Aliyah walks forward and stands infront of Chris before turning around to face the tv what's listing the safety precautions when she has stopped moving Chris pulls her back if she wasn't close enough already and wraps his hands around her waist. "Be respectful of the other ones around you" matt repeats pointing at the tv then slapping Chris shoulder. Chris side eyes matt then kisses under aliyahs ear what makes her blush , as the cameras on her she quickly turns around and hides her face in his chest. "Dont do that!" aliyah mumbles into his black hoodie facing away from memo!

"Don't do what baby?" Chris whispers already knowing the answer but he wanted to annoy her. "Y'know what." she grumbles starting to grow temper in his supposed cluelessness. "Y'mean this?" Chris says then lifting her head and kissing her forehead , both cheeks, her nose , jaw then finally her lips what he repeated twice before putting his hands under her armpits and lifting her up to hold her. "Get a room chris!" Nick says after watching the whole encounter then the group being taken into the actual thing.

"You did the smallest one bro!" Chris says whilst running up the inflatable wall and grabbing on to the top but he didn't make it due to his socks coming off so he had a little help from matt. "Oh my god!" "Nick just pushed me , he pushed me!" Matt utters through laughter. They spend a few more minutes running up the thing and sliding down the slide before going to this area where u can climb a wall.

Matt, nick and aliyah are stood against the inflatable wall and Chris jumps into frame and grasps onto the wall like spiderman but slid down it landing on lia's feet making her topple forward and lands on chris stomach. They all start laughing but chris is first to speak up "Sorry aliyah , did I hurt you?"Chris asks with slight worry and aliyah nods in return and chris thinks of places she could've got hurt in his head then he realises the only place where she mostly would've got hurt. "Go stand right there ma, I'll be over in a sec let me just talk to these 3!" Chris says pointing behind them in a secluded corner with a comforting smile on his face. Aliyah stands up and walks into the corner as chris tells memo and his brothers to go to something else and he will find them.

With nick and matt:

"Ooo an obstical course let's go do that and we can wait for the couple!" Nick sates running over to the course followed by memo and matt. "Talking of the couple why did Chris make aliyah stand in the corner and us leave is he having some make up sex for hurting her!" "If they wanted to fuck eachother they would atleast go to the bathroom he's probably just checking where she was hurt." nick and matt just carry on with a random conversation after speaking about the couple waiting for them to get back.

With aliyah and chris:

Chris walks over to aliyah and looks down at her thats when he noticed her eyes are glossy. "My love you can cry no one is here to stop you infact I would you rather cry in my arms then have a breakdown on your own." Chris reassures aliyah and them words alone made her start crying. "Shh Shh , I'm right hear baby I'm not going anywhere , let it all out!" He says rubbing her back as aliyah let out sniffles. After a few minutes she steps back and stuggles a smile before speaking "It hurts Chris it really hurts!" aliyah let's out in one breath followed by a few hiccups. "I can't help you if you don't tell me where it hurts , I think I have an idea but I need to make sure!" The blue eyed boy states stroking his thumb across her cheeks wiping some tears. "When I f-fell I landed on the the top of ur stomach a-and my right boob hit ur r-rib and now it really hurts" she strings out still hiccuping. "That sounds like it hurt a lot , can I see it and I'm surprised ur not hot in that jacket?" he says looking at her up and down examining the outfit what was gym shorts with a sports bra and a white gym jacket. He gets ahold of the zipper and looks at aliyah for approval so she nods , he pulls down the zipper and takes off the jacket slinging it on his shoulder. He scans over he stomach to make sure there wasnt a mark there then he looks at her boobs and notices a red mark where she said it hurt. "There is a red mark there what will turn into a bruise but other than that there's nothing else beautiful" he tells her and giving her a kiss!

They make there way over to the obstical course and nick starts to take off his shirt "No ur not, no no!" Matt pulls down nicks shirt to stop him but nick refuses "let me , let me you guys don't know what I've got!" He says through giggles pulling the shirt over his head giving it to matt. "USA" the group start laughing there heads off , Chris falls to the floor as matt climbs over him falling to the floor also as aliyah just films her boyfriends laughter and cheesy grin! "Where did you-" Chris utters out before laughing again! Memo does a close up of his shirt and nick flexes his arms saying "Lets go , I'm doing it for my country!"

"Nick busted out the USA shirt for the American ninja warrior course!" Chris comments fixing his hat as nick puts his shirt back on. They start the race as memo films them going round and Chris was in the lead as matt and aliyah waited at the finish line. "I got like 50 bucks on nick!" Matt bets waiting for the race to finish! "NOOOO!" Chris whines due to his failed attempt to winning! " Congrats nick!" Lia congratulates nick with his winning by giving him a big hug! "I would like to see u do it that shirt was hard!" Nick pants like a dog out of breath hugging his best friend back. "Babe get out of the ball pit ur not a fucking toddler!" she grumbles watching her boyfriend sit in the pit of balls.

Chris goes over to this wall where matt was standing and puts his hand on a ladder "That's not- that's not an obstical course." matt hurriedly states to Chris before he started climbing. As matt carries on speaking to the camera aliyah walks up to Chris who's drinking some water , he swallows his drink then looks down at her. "Chris , can I have some please I didn't bring any." She asks pointing at the water bottle in his hands signifying what she was talking about. He nods passing her the bottle what she holds in one hand and puts the other on her hips and begins to chug it! "Woahh easy there tiger , don't want you to choke now do we!" he says placing a hand under her chin to catch some dripping water as the other one took the bottle out of her hand. "Hey I was enjoying that!" She pouts her bottom lip and frowns at him before he pulls down her chin and opens her mouth , he placed the bottle at her mouth what she closed taking small sips as chris kept lowering the bottle.

After there little break aliyah decides to race matt as she felt bad for chris having to run again, in her head her thoughts of winning was a 50/50 chance as she was very fast but not as fast as matt but as she hadn't been here before aswell as the brothers she didn't know what the course consisted of meaning she still might have a chance. Her boyfriend was at the finish along with nick and Chris was obviously cheering for aliyah and nick was cheering for matt but deep down nick wanted lia to win. Where memo was standing as the 2 ran past him it looked very close to the camera but in real life aliyah was winning by a tiny bit! Memo ran to end to capture it it was still very close as the ran across the red dots in the ball pit aliyah ended up coming first place due to matt slipping. "Image getting beat by a girl matt" nick laughs sticking out his tongue and matt just rolled his eyes. " That shit was hard but I still won!" aliyah comments as she sat on the floor to catch her breath "I'm so proud of you ma , I was cheering for u the whole time!" Chris says as he sat down beside her. "My legs hurt so bad after that I can't walk!" aliyah growns laying her head on chris shoulder as he lays his head on top. "Well we are going to the trust obstical course now so do you want me to carry you?" he questions even if she said no he would anyway. She nods lightly so Chris stood up once he was up he pulled aliyah up with ease and crouched down infront of her. "Jump" he indicates to let her know he's ready to catch her. Aliyah puts her hands on his shoulders and jumps up , as soon as chris felt her touch his back he grabbed on to her thighs lightly walking out of the inflatables as she conjoined her hands infront of him.

After playing a game of odd one out to see who went first nick started doing the course and successfully made it to the end matt went who failed on the second obstical as he thought his foot was on it but it wasn't. "Chris be careful I don't want to be looking after you because you've broke a mother fucking bone" aliyah says watching her boyfriend swing around but he did make it to the end with no broken limbs. It then came her turn she was scared as he arms weren't as long as the triplets and if she failed she didn't want to be caller a failure but she gave it a shot and made it with a little help from Chris. They did the second part of the course but memo didn't film it other than a bit of matts and Chris saying "I can't belive I lost to the cheese doors when I was ten I would tell myself I could do these with ease" as he fixed his hat and aliyah sat between his lap.They moved onto the next thing and the first obstical on it was a red bar you had to hold on to and go across "I have an idea" he says and jumps onto one side and makes it across. "Cmon nick!" "Ooh I like it that was my technique!" Chris jumps onto the bar using a diff technique to nick and starts going across it "Lets go bacon back" nick utters watching his brother do his turn. Matt dies the same technique as nick and makes it across just like his brothers then it became aliyahs turn. This was the part she was most scared for as her boyfriend and his brothers made it look easy but there significantly taller and stronger. This time memo decided to film her what made her nerves even worse she jumped up to grab on the bar as she was going to use the same technique as chris but she couldn't reach. "Can someone help me reach up?" She asks politely and nick came to the rescue and helped her she began her turn "I'm right here if you fall , I'll catch you lia" Chris says slowly walking behind her , she was very slow but made it then it came to the one where the 3 boys failed on but she made it across easily then it came to the rock wall her hands hurt already so she was a bit nervous how that would go she made it halfway across before she stopped. The boys look at eachother confused as she was doing so well and that's when chris noticed her hands began to tremble from how tight she was gripping on so just like he did with the bar he came up behind her. "I'm right behind you you can let go my love , I've got you!" He says sticking his hands out she can feel his breath fan her back so she knew he wasn't lying , she let go and just as he promised he caught her.

They made there way to the wall and started running up it a few times off camera and when the camera starts rolling matt and Chris are sat st the top of the mini wall whilst nick and aliyah are sat on the floor looking up at them they see a fireman's pole so they ask one of the workers if they could use jt and they said yes so chris goes down first and says "if I do that with less clothes it's worth a million bucks!" Nicks jaw drops ,matts expression drops and aliyah gasps and goes "CHRISTOPHER OWEN STURNIOLO DONT EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!" Chris and nick swap places as nick runs up the wall Chris sits criss-crossed and taps his legs for aliyah to sit on them so she does so. He leans forward and places his chin on her shoulder " Y'think you're going to have a turn it looks fun right?" He says watching matt and nick run up. "Mhm , it looks great fun but I don't think I would be able to do jt I don't have much upper body strength left and my legs are still a bit sore from racing matt." she murmers. "I can help you if you want I can either be up the top and pull you up or I can be behind you it up to you baby." "Can u go behind me to start and then if I can do that you go up the top!" "Whatever you want , cmon up you get" he whispers into her shoulder giving it a kiss before tapping her thighs.

Aliyah stands up and Chris stands at the bottom of the wall waiting for her. She runs up and as soon as she puts her hands at the top to push her self up Chris goes as high up as he can and places a hand on her ass and pushes her up. Once she's up Chris runs up and sits in the corner as aliyah lays infront of him placing her head on his legs as he attacks her face with kisses. "I knew you could do it aliyah , you just got to put a little bit of trust in yourself and don't be afraid to ask me or anyone for help you understand?" "I understand" she breaths out before climbing down followed by Chris. Little did they know memo was filming the entire thing from when they were sat on the floor until they climbed down.

The group move on to the big wall and matt tells nick "try the first one" as there was 2 different sizes. Nick runs but doesn't even manage to grab on so he runs back down with his shoelace untied "Tie your shoe!" Chris points out so nick does so. Matt grabs on to the top and turns himself around so he's holding on with one hand , he then slides down and stays sat down at the bottom of the ramp and the boys ask him questions. "That doesn't hurt?" nick asks getting a simple answer from matt "no." "That's totally not how ur supposed to do it." Chris mumbles and matt goes "I don't know , it felt most comfortable in my heart." with a big smile on his face.

Matt asks if they can still get slurpees and they was allowed so they go to the counter and they worker was making them for the group "They sell these at AMC and target and this is my ideal slurpee!" Nick tells the camera as he picked up the cup. "White cherry gross nick!" aliyah comments watching matts Cup get filled up."I don't know what I want , umm I just get the blue one!" Chris says as his voice starts to lower due to memo walking away to film some workers who wanted to say hello. "Aliyah do you want one?" Matt asks refering to the drinks as he took a sip of his "What flavours is there?" she asks walking over and standing in the middle of matt a chris "Theres white cherry , blue raspberry , cherry, orange cream, mango or frosted lemonade you can also get a small if you want." Chris tells her pointing out the flavours and cup size. "I'll have a mango one and can it be small please!" aliyah politely tells the worker who gives her a small nod and giving her what she wanted.

They try eachothers drinking before going home and getting ready for the night , aliyah and Chris have a shower then make there way upstairs to get some food before laying on the couch and watching some spongebob before falling asleep in eachothers comfort.

A/N PT2: I don't know if you can tell but I kinda gave up towards the end also comment on this if you want to be apart of the taglist!!!

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Thrill of the hunt

Steve Raglan/William Afton x fem!reader

Quick summary: You stumbled inside the famous Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria after playing truth or dare. Turns out you were not alone in there.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: William Afton is a warning himself, oral fem! receiving, PinV, kind of soft dom William, knife play, smut, 18+.

It all started with a fun round of truth or dare. You picked dare because you didn't thought your friends were so serious about you entering the seemingly abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. When they finally gave you the dare to enter, you immediately regretted choosing dare.

You entered the Pizzaria through a vent on the backside, the front entrance has been locked with a chain, but luckily the vent was big enough for you to fit. The last thing you wanted was being stuck in the vent at this creepy place. After reaching the end of the vent, you carefully removed the little protection grid, crawling out and pulling your phone out for light. It looked like you were in a small area near the main area, so you looked around and searched for a way towards the dining area. On your way you stumbled upon newsletter, most of them were about the five missing kids and some about the two owners William Afton and Henry Emily. The entire time you walked you felt nervous, despite knowing the Animatronics here are only robots you still felt like you were not alone.

You arrived at the main dining area, it was covered in dust, everything was thrown around and evidence of some broke ins were visible, but you kept your eyes open for the entrance, eager to leave this place. But just as you were about to leave the dining area, a loud noise made you jump and turn towards the noise - it was a rat jumping out of a nearby shelf. "Fucking rat." you cursed, trying to calm your racing heart. You looked around one last time before your eyes landed on a hallway and you saw something yellow standing there, it was an animatronic, but it's eyes were glowing. "Hello?" you called out carefully "I swear if this is a prank..."

You took a closer look at the Animatronic, it looked like a rabbit with a chipped off ear. As you stepped closer you realized the size of that thing, it was huge!

Suddenly a cruel, mechanical laughter emitted from that thing as it started moving towards you. You instantly backed off against a wall, clenching your hands into fists for defense. "What are you doing here?" the yellow rabbit spoke as it stalked slowly towards you.

"I'm sorry! My friends and I were playing truth or dare and they dared me to sneak in here. I will leave immediately if you want!" You begged, your back pressing against the wall behind you.

The rabbit stopped and tilted it's head "Truth or dare?" it asked. You nodded "Yes. I-I will leave, please I'm so sorry!"

"Truth or dare." The rabbit spoke again, it's tone making it clear it was a demand.

"Dare?..." you answered, knowing a truth would most likely only lead to spending more time in this place. The rabbit reached behind and pulled something out - a kitchen knife, the flashlight on your phone reflected on the sharp blade.

"RUN!" It charged towards you. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you dashed out of the way and ran into the hallway behind it. You reached a door and opened it, revealing a small supply room. Looking back, you had no other option than to hide inside this small room. You quickly made use of the boxes, getting into a corner and stacking them infront of you, placing the last one ontop of you and balancing it with your hands.

"Come out you little brat. Where aaaaree youuu?" The rabbit almost sing-sang, it's heavy steps vibrating against the walls.

The steps stopped infront of the door to the room you're in. "Are you in there?" the door creaked open as it peeked inside. You held your breath and clamped a hand over your mouth. You could hear that thing move around, searching through the room for you. Suddenly you heard the yellow rabbit growl and it's steps were closing in on your hiding spot rapidly. Next came a big hand grabbing the box ontop of you to reveal you hidden behind the stack of boxes, the rabbit kicked all the other boxes out of the way and swiftly grabbing you by the neck, lifting you up.

"Found you." you could hear the happiness in it's voice. You struggled to wiggle out of the grip, but it was vice-like. "Please let me go. I already told you I'm sorry. If you let me leave you will never see me again, I promise." you begged, but the rabbit pulled you closer to it's face.

"What do you have to offer if I should let you walk out of here in one piece?" It asked, but since you're so close to it's face, you could feel breath hitting your face. Was there someone inside that suit?

"A-anything you want." You struggled to breath. To your surprise it loosened its grip around your neck and leaned in

"Anything I want, hmm?" It chuckled before it walked out of the room and towards the security office, still lifting you by your neck. Once arrived, it let you down on the table, making you sit down on it. The rabbit stepped back and slowly removed it's mask, there indeed was someone inside, a man with short greying hair and a van dyke beard.

"Stay put. I'll be back, but if you move I will cut you into pieces." The man threatened, pulling out the kitchen knife and pointing it at you to make his point. You nodded as the man walked out of the office. After waiting a couple of minutes, the man returned, but without the suit and wearing a yellow coverall. The man was indeed a giant.

"Turn around and bend over the table." He ordered. You did as he asked, not questioning and bending over the table. "Good girl." He praised and you could hear a zipper being pulled down and heavy steps closing in on you.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, still scared that this man will kill you. He chuckled in response and suddenly you could feel the tip of his kitchen knife on the back of your neck and slowly trailing down your spine, stopping at the hem of your pants as you squirmed at feeling the sharp metal scraping through your shirt.

"You said you'd do anything I want if that meant you getting out of here alive. If you fight me I will slit your pretty little throat open, do we understand eachother?" He threatened. "Yes." you whimpered, getting mentally prepared for whatever this man wanted to do with you.

"My name's William Afton. Maybe you've already heard of me." He said, resting the knife on the table beside you. The next thing you felt were his hands undoing your pants and pulling them off along with your panties, throwing them into a corner. "I'll have my fun with your body, sweetheart." William knelt down behind you, spreading your cheeks, exposing your already wet hole to him.

"Looks like you already know what's coming, hmm?" Without another word, he leaned in, lifting your ass up and latching onto your pussy, swirling his tongue around your hole and sucking. You let out a loud moan, arching your back in response to the sudden pleasure washing over you. William teased your cunt with the tip of his tongue before thrusting it in gently, swirling around inside you and his beard tickling your skin. William's tongue was long, which made you wetter as you felt him licking your cunt clean from inside.

"Oh god." You gasped as you felt your wetness getting slurped up by William. He groaned around you, thrusting his tongue in and out of you, making your eyes rolling back in your head, your moans getting louder and more frequently. But the moment didn't last long before William pulled his tongue back and standing up. "You taste sweet." He hummed, "let's see if you feel as good as you taste."

You felt the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt, he was big, you could already tell by the feeling of his thick cockhead slowly entering you. You gasped, making him stop midway to let you adjust to his size and then push inside you fully. "Shit, you're so fucking tight, you're squeezing my cock." William rasped as he slowly started to move. You started to mewl, feeling his big cock stretching you out but enjoying the sensation. "Feels good, huh?" William asked, increasing his pace and hitting all the sweetspots inside you.

You couldn't think straight, the only thing on your mind was getting fucked by a potential sadistic serial killer, but you couldn't deny how good it felt. Your pussy soon tightened around him, signalizing your orgasm "That's it, you're gonna cum for me, huh? You're a nasty little thing, getting fucked by a killer and enjoying it." William chuckled and increased his pace even more, his hips slapping against your ass.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, making you see stars as you gushed around his cock. William came seconds after you, filling you up with his cum. He held himself inside you, you could feel his cock soften inside of you as the two of you calmed down. After that William pulled out, letting his cum drip onto the ground.

"You were such a good fuck. Clean yourself up and get out of here." He squeezed your ass and zipped his coverall back up and left the office to retrieve his suit.

You pulled out tissue from the pocket of your pants and cleaned up and get dressed back into your clothes before making your way towards the vent you entered the building. After crawling out, the cool night breeze hit you, calming down your nerves. You took a deep breath, being grateful for getting out of this place alive.

[iwantacoolusernameman]

Akaashi Keiji x Reader //

{Strangers}

Summary: Your friend Atsumu dragged you along to a birthday party. In an attempt to find a quiet place you get closer to a certain stranger you had your eye on.

Notes/TW: mentions of drinking, little bit of descriptive anxiety

The party's loud. So is your heartbeat as you're looking for a place to hide for the night. You don't drink and don't like being around drunk people either. You can't stand the crowd and the overwhelming noise of chatter mixed with the blasting music. If one more person talks to you you swear you're gonna snap. How people have this much energy is beyond you, or how they don't feel out of breath and overwhelmed by all the stimulation around. Your breath matches your movements as you frantically push yourself through the crowd. Fast, fast ,fast you open and close any door that comes your way to find a quiet place to hide. You try your luck on the balcony first, your head dizzy and craving the fresh air, but the smokers are there. You try the kitchen next, you catch a glimpse of your friend's blonde bleached hair. He's laughing with some people you don't know and Kotaro Bokuto, if you remember correctly. You don't even know him that well. Before Atsumu has the chance to see you and pull you into the conversation you turn around, quick, and leave. Then you try your luck in the bathroom just to find somebody throwing up into the toilet. Her friends continue their gossip, unbothered by your figure at the door as you mutter a 'sorry' under your breath and leave. There had to be an empty room in this house, right? And then you find yourself infront of it. Hidden under the staircase, the pantry. Small but big enough to squeeze in 3 people if you really tried. You don't think, just grab the handle and shut the door behind you. There are no windows in the small room and the lights don't work you realize, leaving you in the dark. But it's fine. Maybe even better that way. It's alright now. The dark is comforting, so is the silence. The music is only a far muffled sound through the thick walls, the chatter and the crowd finally gone, allowing your senses to finally calm down. You exhale deeply and slide down the wall with your back, knees bent, breathing heavy. Here no one would find you, unless someone was in desperate need for cleaning supplies or toilet paper.

You shouldn't have come. You knew this would happen. It always does in crowds. If it only weren't for the sake of your childhood friends you wouldn't have anyway but Atsumu had reassured you that not too many people would be there (he was speaking in his own standarts apparently) and that you needed to get out of your shell more. You shouldn't have listened to him. You should've gotten that damn driver's license because now you're stuck here until Atsumu decides he wants to leave and you know he won't any time soon.

You close your eyes, leaning your head against the wall, one hand on your chest, taking in deep, slow breaths. Clarity slowly starts returning to your mind just to be overcome by a momentarily panic when you hear the door handle go down and your eyes shoot open again. A head peaks in, not seeing you in the dark and sitting on the ground, and tries to turn on the light, unsuccesful as well. Should you keep quiet? You heart is hammering in your chest again. Maybe the person will leave. Instead the door opens even wider, letting a dim light in from the hallway and finally revealing your sillhouette to the stranger, upon which he jumps, clearly startled, not having expected anyone in here.

"What are you doing here?" His voice sounds familiar. You recall the beginning of the night when Atsumu had pulled you along to meet his friend Kotaro, the one who all this is for. A surprise birthday party. You'd been too distracted to listen to a single word when you saw the face of the other man standing next to Bokuto. Tall, dark hair, the most gorgeous eyes you'd ever seen on a face. He'd introduced himself as Keiji Akaashi and neither his name nor his voice had left your head since.

Just like your own face, his is also in the dark but you recognize the voice definetly belongs to him. Your heart makes a little jump. This time it's not panic but nervousness.

"What are you doing here? Need something?" Your voice comes out tense despite your effort to sound casual and hide your overwhelm.

"I was just looking for a quiet place to hide," he admits.

"There's your answer. Me too," you answer quick and hushed, hoping he will leave. As if your night isn't an absolute disaster already, now you're emberassing yourself infront of the pretty boy from earlier too.

"Mind if I join you?" He asks, a little unsure.

You look up at his face to see his features becoming more present as he opens the door a little bit wider, letting more light into the small dark room. For a moment you think about whether your night could get any worse than this. He's probably already thinking that you're a weirdo, from the second he noticed you sitting alone on the floor in the dark here. And somehow you wouldn't mind his company you realize. Plus he's already seen you at an emberassing low like this and when else were you gonna get the chance to see him again anyway?

"Depends on how much you talk."

He blinked in surprise at your unexpected question. "Not much I think."

He seems to notice your tenseness and follows his answer with: "It's fine actually. I'm sure I'll find another quiet place." But he doesn't leaves. His hand stays glued on the doorhandle, reluctant to throw himself back into the crowded party. Tired eyes staring eagerly into the small room.

"No, it's fine," you tell him and he hesitantly walks in, leaving the door ajar behind him. Despite your bent knees you're taking up almost half the space in the room which leaves him to lean against the wall across from you, slightly hidden from the door, leading into a tiny nook. Although you can barely see each other in the dark, it is awkward to say the least. But hey, at least still better than being stuck in a crowd of partying strangers, you comfort yourself.

"So you're friends with the Miya twins?" He recalls and your heart does another flip upon realizing that he's remembered you from earlier.

"How- oh, yeah. Got dragged along in case you couldn't tell yet." You speak quiet and slow, trying to calm down your breathing again.

"Already thought so," he confirms, his own tone barely abover a whisper. "Won't they look for you?"

"They might after a while but I really need a quiet place right now.. What about your friend? Kotaro was his name? The birthday kid. Won't he look for you?"

"Birthday kid?" He chuckles. "He is. That's why I'm here. He's trying to introduce me to every single person out there."

"Yikes."

"Why don't you just leave if it's too much for you here?" He wants to know.

"I can't until the twins leave, they're my ride.. although I'm not so sure that was a good idea anymore. Hopefully Osamu isn't as drunk as Atsumu that bastard." A frustrated sigh escapes your lips. That dumb blond friend of yours is the last person you want to be thinking about right now. You can't wait to give him hell once this stupid party is over.

"I see.." Keiji cuts off your stream of thought. "I'd offer to drive you home but.. I don't know if that's a bit weird since you don't know me."

"I could get to know you." You look straight at his sillhouette in the dark, not knowing whatever posessed you in that moment to say those words. Maybe it was just easier to be honest in the dark when you didn't see his face.

"Do you want to get to know me?"

"I think you're really pretty."

"I think you're gorgeous." His answer follows right after, as if he'd been waiting all night to say those words. Maybe he found it easier to talk in the dark too. You let out an amused huff through your nose.

A sudden thud sound from outside the door makes both of you jump and turn your heads towards the door. You shuffle to your feet, ready to hide if someone barges in, only to realize there's nowhere to hide. Nowhere but the nook where Keiji is already hidden. And when someone does push down on the door handle you freeze, staring at the door, when you suddenly feel a hand pull you by the waist into a corner. The next thing you know is how you're pressed against his chest, wide eyed and perplexed. You hold your breath and so does he while the person on the other side walks into the pantry. "Kotaro said the toilet paper is here but I can't see anything," he calls out, to which his friend at the door replies: "It's literally infront of you, are you dumb?"

Both of you exhale in relief when the door clicks into place and leaves you two in the dark again.

"Sorry about that." He whispers.

"It's fine. Thanks actually." You whisper back, still processing the situation you're in. Your heavy breathing matches his. "Would've been pretty embarassing if anyone saw us here like this."

His pretty face is so close to you, you think about leaning in a bit closer for a moment but you don't. You're not that type of person who kisses strangers in people's pantries at parties. Then why did you want to be that kind of person right now? With his hand still on your waist, both of you know there's no need for the closeness you share anymore but neither of you pull away. You feel his hot breath against your face. He feels your heartbeat against his chest. Maybe this one time you could be that person who kisses strangers in pantries at parties.

"I'd let you take me home," you whisper in the dark. "I don't think it's weird."

A/N: part 2 yes or no???

[littlefanficprincess]

Enchanted to meet you

Pair: Qi/Seven x Gn! Reader

Song: When will I see you again by Three degree

"When will I see you again?When will our hearts beat together?Are we in love? Or just friends"

(A/n): Back again at it, cuz this show is still too underated

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Qi, the seventh and newest member of the shadow killers. No one knew a thing about him, only that he is one of the most deadliest assisins in the world. Even more surprising since he wasn't even an adults yet.

Most were scared of him, others found him a nuisance and others admired his mystery. His name didn't seem to leave anyone's mouth, not only in Xuanwu, but in other surrounding islands aswell.

There was a weird charm to him. His glowing red eyes, his dark eyebags and his bags that almost hide his eyes. He never opens his mouth, so almost no one knows what he sounds like. One of people who heard him talk, was me.

It was a few years ago when I first met him, I wasn't as high ranked as I am now. I felt like it came straight out of a dream, a beautiful one.

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You hum, playing with a kunai knife in your hand. You walk through a less populated part of town, only a few people were out at this time. They area was only illuminated by laterns.

(Y/n) (L/n)

Rank: 472

Taking a short cut, you walk through an alleyway. It was almost pitch black, if it wasn't for light coming from both ends of the alleyway. It was quite long, narrow aswell.

"Hey, little flower. Don't you know it's dangerous to be out this late?" A voice taunts you, sounding that were behind you. They were referring to the Hibiscus flower nested in your hair, a friend had gifted it to you.

"They're a looker, a little fierce too. We can have a little fun, before we have to run. We don't that goth to catch us" Another voice chimes, this time infront of you. By sound of the footsteps, it sounded like there were atleast three of them.

You grip the kunai in your gloved hand, keeping your guard up. They didn't sound too dangerous, but you were definitly out-numbered. Your options were to flee or fight, both having a 50/50 procent to succeed.

Meanwhile, a figure stalks through the town. They had their hood over their head, hiding their face. On their hip was a blade, made of a thousand pieces. He looks for a group of three, the three idiots having pissed him off earlier.

He stops in place when he hears talking, he turns his head to gaze into an alleyway. He notices four sillouettes. Three of the being the people he was looking for, the fourth he didn't regonise. He can hear their laughter and talking.

He turns to body to face the alleyway, pulling his weapon out of its sheath.

You look past one of the punks, noticing an extra sillouette. It was definitely shorter than the three men, seeming like it was a person around her age. They pull out a sword, holding it out beside them.

The next moment, you could barely see what was happening. You feel wind rushing past you, and then you hear screams of agony. Some set hits the walls and ground. It was all to fast for you to process.

Once you open your eyes, you were met with an interesting sight. Qi, one of the most dangerous killers, stood before you. In his hand was a Hibiscus flower, offering it to you.

Reaching up into your hair, you realise the flower had fallen out of it. It was quite a romantic sight, if it wasn't for the three dead bodies behind him. "Here" He mutters, barely audible.

You take it from his cold hand, placing back in your hair. It was probably just an act of decency. But to you it felt like your heart was aflame, like cupid struck you. You watch as he turns his back, walking off "Goodnight"

You didn't see him after that. Until the day the leader of the shadow killers put a bounty on him, a high one for the one who was able to get this head. He protected a girl in white, even killing the protector of Xuanwu.

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I was training, when a bunch of people rushing past me, seeming to be going to the same direction. Curious, I follow after. I leap from tree to tree, see there were people than I saw before.

In the distance, I notice a familiar outfit. He was pulling along someone I didn't regonise. She had brunette hair and fully white clothing. They seem to be running from those behind them.

"Hey, who are you chasing?" I ask one of them, one that was closest to me. The person looked like a Ninja, decorated with crystal.

"The Newest member of the shadow killers. The top man of the shadow League put a pretty good price whoever can kill the shadow boy. And I'm going to get, au revoir!" The Ninja jumps off, out of my view.

He was protecting a girl, no clue what she was to him. It was a bit weird, but it made me feel a bit jealous. But the more important thing was that he was in danger and could possibly get killed.

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You observes as he was surrounded on a stone bridge, holding the girl close to him. Trying to step in would be the worst option. He could possibly not accept you help, you would most likely get yourself killed.

But something unexpected happens. The girl pulls out a sword and stabs him in the back. You could helplessly watch as leans on his sword, holding his chest in pain. He uses the Thousand Demon Dagger to destroy the bridge, dropping him and those surrounding him in the water below.

You run to the edge, looking for any sign of him. You let a sigh when you find nothing. Reaching up, you feel the flower in your hair. You were most likely never were going to see him, his body down below.

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Four years later...

During this time, I've had improved, a lot. I had also been traveling around, from island to island. I must say there some pretty odd places in the world.

And my next destination: Chicken Island. I've heared whispers about it, but it was a lot less known about than the others.

I sit on a small boat, watching as I got closer to the island. It was round with three small island at one side of it.

(Y/n) (L/n)

Rank: 17

The boat stops at a dock, I step on it. Once I tied the boat to a pole, I walk onto the island. I step on the road, almost crashing into someone.

"Out of the way!" A girl yells, riding on a skateboard. She had dark blue hair with a pink streak, she was wearing pink overals. She steers out of the way, just missing me.

Getting back on track, I walk into town. There were shops, eating places and homes. It gave a cozy feeling, a bold difference from Xuanwu. Cats, dogs, birds, a bull, a Ninja and others living their lifes.

I stop in place when I feel something familiar. Five years ago, when I met Qi. But that can't be, he was supposed to be dead. _______________________________________________

You walk through out the island, seeing may faces. You use the feeling to guide you, it getting stronger. You notice you were a few stares, which is expected since you were a high ranked assassin.

You stop infront of a barber shop, gazing into one of Windows that were in the doors. There was a guy talking to what seems to be a blue chicken.

Of what you were able to see. The guy was in his early twenties. He was wearing a white hoodie, black, bags under his eyes, het black hair tied up.

An image of Qi flash through your mind. You shake your head, they share some similarities. But there is no way that could be him.

Deciding your only real option to find out is to walk in. You pushes the door open, a bell rings. The two stop their conversation when they hear you entering, they turn to look who just entered.

The chicken says something to guy under the lines of dealing with the costumer, while he does some errands. The guy nods, looking back at you, while the blue bird walks off.

"Hey there, what can I help you with?" The guy greets you, doing a two finger salute. In your mind you compare his voice to Qi's.

"Just some ends off, please" You answers, taking a seat in one of the chairs. You watch in the reflection of the mirror as he approaches, spinning around a pair of scissors in the air.

He catches the scissor in his hand, opening it. He begins to calmly snip at your (h/c) hair "You seem to be new around here, so made you come here?"

You think to yourself for an answer, telling the truth would be a bit odd. "Just traveling around, I must say Chicken Island is a nice place" You admit, thinking to all the people she had seen.

The scissors fly up into the air, splitting in two. The two part spin around in the air, like a show. It was obvious to assume he was able to control the scissors, being pretty skilled at it too. They reconnect, spinning at a fast paste.

"Sooooo where you from, your stuff looks pretty powerful" The guy asks, curiously about the person who just entered. He could already tell by their appearance that they must be pretty powerful.

"Just from a little Island, it's not very known" You lie through your teeth. You'd rather to observe him before he figures out who you really are. You notice him squinting his eyes at you through the mirror, as if he was trying to focus on your face.

"Wait, you look kinda fami–"

You stood up, placing some money on the table "Thank you, that will be all" You smile, walking out the door. "Until next time"

Standing there was Seven, looking surprised. Imagined of the person flash through his mind, but they look younger and weaker. He seemed to holding a flower towards them. Were they someone from his past? A lover perhaps?

You walk back towards the dock, with the same smile on your face. It was him, you knew it. He felt like a whole different person, as if he didn't remember what happened years ago.

You stop in place, feeling a blade push against your neck. The smile didn't dissapear from your face and you spoke "That's a way to great someone"

"What are you doing here?" Thirteen spat, glaring holes at you. You regonise her as a deciple of Green Pheonix. She seems to regonise you too.

Pushing the blade away, you look at her with your piercing (e/c) eyes. "Just visiting an old friend, that's all. I'm not here to cause trouble, blueberry" You answer, strolling off.

Maybe you should stay a little longer, there is much to see on this island.

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

You are safe with me | Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader

requested by: @billsjum6ie

(bill in the story is in his 2008 era)

warnings: bullying, su!cide incitement

14 september. a date that you wished never came. school had started again and for you it was tragic.

you didn’t really like anyone there, not even your teachers. everyone was fake, talked behind each others backs and the teachers couldn’t even do their job right.

it was pointless for you. it was a waste of time and energy. you always thought that what didn’t feed your mind was pointless and everything in this school was.

you sighed as you continued to dress infront of the mirror, putting on a grey hoodie and black baggy jeans. you paired it with black converse and a grey beanie, even if it was still september it was already cold outside.

your backpack was already done, so you put it on your shoulder and after saying bye to your mom, you left. the bus arrived on point as usual and took you to your worst nightmare.

as you stood infront of the building, you kept analysing the crowd of students, some older, some younger. many were in groups, just talking, others were smoking, no one really seemed to see you.

you were kind of a loner, your only friend went to another school so you were all by yourself.

the day was also about to start with the subject you hated the most: math.

when the bell rang, everyone ran inside, besides you, you took your own sweet time to walk into that hell hole.

you were the last one of the students to walk into it, the teacher had to come. you sat down quietly at the end of the class, taking out a piece of paper and a pen starting to draw.

soon the lesson began and no one was really paying attention. you thought your teacher was crazy to make you study on the first day of school.

getting bored, you huffed, raising your hand.

“yes?” the teachers acknowledge you, placing her hand on her hips.

“could i go to the bathroom, please?” you asked putting on your sweetest face. she sighed and nodded, “be quick!”

you got up, rolling your eyes without the woman seeing you, before walking out of the classroom.

you looked at the floor, your hands in your pockets and your head in your thoughts, that soon were interrupted by someone screaming.

“give us your fucking money!” a guy with a booming voice yelled, before you heard something hit a locker.

“i don’t have any!” another voice yelled, you could tell they were crying by the way it sounded and trembled.

“you don’t have any? you’re fucking rich!” this time it wasn’t the first voice talking, but another one.

you walked some more and hid behind a wall, only your head showing a bit, so you could see what was going on.

“leave me the fuck alone!” a thin, tall guy yelled. his hair was black and long to his shoulders. he was trying hard to push the other guys away but to not use since they were stronger than him.

when you focused your eyes on him, you realised it was your crush. bill. bill kaulitz.

you guys went out a couple of times but never decided what you were.

gaining some courage, you stepped out of your hiding place, ready to protect him. “hey! get away from him! i’ll call the principal!”

they acted like they didn’t hear you, so you stepped closer to them.

“you’re such a girl! you even wear make up! what man does that?” they laughed at him, taking his sunglasses off his face, revealing a dark make up.

“i’m talking to you! go away!” you tried to take the sunglasses out of their hands but they pushed you on the ground.

at the sight of you falling down they laughed even more before throwing the sunglasses on the ground and stepping on them.

“why don’t you kill yourself? no one likes you anyway. your parents divorced cause they couldn’t stand your weird ass.”

at this point you couldn’t handle the sight anymore. the guy slowly broke down on the floor.

“hey! i said leave him alone!” you yelled louder, pushing the one who said those horrible things against the wall. you were certainly scared but also fed up with their bullshit.

“who are you? his little boyfriend?” he finally acknowledged you, pushing you back.

you did the same thing again, before punching him in his dirty, ugly face. his little friend didn’t do anything, he just stood there watching.

bill took this chance to run away to the bathroom and before they could’ve done something to you, the bell rang.

“this isn’t over.” he said holding his black eye before they ran away.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart beating fast, not knowing you had that in you.

without thinking about it twice, you ran to the bathroom, wanting to check up on the boy.

you found him gripping the edge of the sink, his head down as he let out heavy breaths. he looked like he was having a panic attack.

you walked closer to him, stretching your arm to touch his shoulder but he abruptly stepped back, his eyes wide and full of tears.

“no! don’t touch me!” he screamed while trembling, before sliding down the wall and sitting down with his head between his hands.

you crouched down infront of him, gulping down the knot in your throat and fighting back tears. you hated seeing people like this. especially this poor, sweet boy.

“i’m not gonna hurt you.” you almost whispered as you slowly took his hand, your heart fluttering because he let you grab it, “listen, you’re safe here with me, they’re not gonna hurt you again. trust me, i will protect you.”

bill relaxed against your touch and listening to your words, “i-i…i don’t know how to thank you.” he almost whispered, tears still streaming down his face.

you wiped them away with your thumbs, a soft smile on your face, “it’s okay, you don’t have to.”

he smiled, bringing you into a hug. you closed your eyes while you took in his scent, stroking his back. “i’m here now.”

when you broke away, he let out an embarrassed laugh, before sighing.

“why don’t we get out of here? maybe we can go to my house if you’re comfortable with it, eat something, watch a movie…” you wanted him to have a good day after this horrible morning.

he nodded frantically, “yes please.” he almost pleaded getting up from the floor. you got up after him and you were shocked when he took your hand, leading you out of the school.

arrived at your house, you were both just having fun. you were sitting down on your bed, eating some pancakes that you had cooked just for him as an horror movie played in the back. you discovered he liked them a lot.

“guess what number i’m thinking!” you said taking a bite out of your pancake.

“mmmh, six?” bill laughed before drinking some water.

“close! seven.” you smiled turning your gaze to the tv.

suddenly, you felt him leaning against your shoulder with his head, a small smile plastered on his lips.

“thank you for everything.” he softly said, closing his eyes. you looked at him biting your lower lip.

you had to say it. it was now or never.

“i-i…” you stuttered, your heart stopping when you saw him staring at you, “i-i…love you.”

bill’s eyes widened, he sat up straight, before grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you all of a sudden.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes and savouring his taste.

when you guys broke away, you both were out of breath. “i love you too.” he smiled placing his forehead against yours, giving you another small kiss.

“can we sleep a bit? i’m tired. i wanna forget everything about this morning.” he said laying down on his his hip, facing you. you nodded, putting your arm around his waist. he did the same, closing his eyes.

you were out of words, you were laying down with your crush, kissed him and revealed your feelings. you dreamt about this day since you met him.

slowly, you fell asleep, dreaming of you and bill living happily together.