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azsazz · 11 days ago

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Growing Pains

Daddy!Azriel x Mommy!Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Will we ever get more info of how Az was during readers pregnancy with each baby(I really want to see his reaction when he found out you were having a girl for the first time),Just asking ;)))))

AKA: Snippets of Azriel's family growing.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 3117

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Wren:

“Azriel, I’m fine,” you insist, though your back aches as you try to pick up the kitchen towel that had accidentally fallen to the ground. You have no idea how you’re going to pick it up. You can’t bend over like you used to, not with your full, round belly in the way. “I still have an entire month, and then some.”

Rhys has decided to send your mate on a mission. He’d argued vehemently, asking the High Lord to send one of his spies instead, but Rhys had been adamant Azriel was the one to go. Why, you’re not sure. Azriel hasn’t divulged that information, not wanting to worry you.

What he doesn’t know is that it only worries you more.

“Love, you can’t even pick up the towel,” he argues, sliding around the counter to pluck it from the ground. You sigh, setting your hip on the counter, but it does little to ease your muscles. What you really want to do is sit down and not get up until the babe arrives.

“I don’t need to pick it up,” you argue. “I was just doing it to be nice since I know how tidy you like the house.”

Azriel raises a brow. “So you didn’t need it for anything?”

“No.”

“And what would you have done with it if I weren’t here?” he teases. “Left it on the floor?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I could’ve just gotten a new one from the linen closet.”

“That,” Azriel steps in front of you, swooping down to peck a soft kiss to your lips. You melt into him immediately, falling into his warm embrace. His hands come to the base of your spine to knead at the tight muscles there and you sigh in pleasure. Those shadows must have told him about your tender back. They can be useful, sometimes. “Sounds like it would’ve been a good idea.”

You hum in response, lost to your mate’s touch. He’s a godsend, this one. The cauldron picked perfectly. “I still don’t need a babysitter.”

“I know,” Azriel soothes. “It will make me feel better about leaving you though, love. I don’t want to worry about you while I’m gone.”

You don’t want that, either. Don’t want him distracted while he’s on a mission.

“Okay,” you give in when he kneads against a particularly tight knot in your spine. Gods, those hands…you could take him right to bed, maybe even convince your mate to give you a full body massage instead. Yes, that would be nice. “Cassian can stay.”

You refuse to move to the House of Wind. You’d rather be comfortable in your own home, especially since you’ve just begun nesting. Hence, the towel on the floor. Weirdly enough, you wanted that very piece for part of your nest because of all of the times you’ve seen it in Azriel’s hands, twisting it aimlessly between his fingers while conversing while he cooks, thrown over his shoulder while he slices and dices fruits and vegetables. Strange, but you haven’t stopped thinking about it since you felt the urge to collect objects from around your home to comfort yourself with.

So, if Azriel wants you to have a babysitter while he’s gone, the babysitter can join you here.

“Cassian’s going to have the best time rubbing my feet and making me breakfast,” you smile, thinking of all of the things you know you can get your mates best friend to do for you. You know he’ll do it without compliant, because he’s secretly trying to get you to name your first born after him.

Not happening.

“Give him hell, love.”

Basil:

“He wants cake, the baby wants cake,” you defend, stuffing another bite of cake into your mouth. “The baby wants the cake.”

Azriel huffs a laugh, more than amused at your sweet tooth during your second pregnancy. It’s been difficult to get you to eat anything that isn’t coated in chocolate or pumped full of sugar.

Wren, nearing a year old, giggles in his father’s lap. He reaches his hand across the table to your plate, eager to share in the sugary goodness. You lick the icing from your lips and scoot your plate closer to his grabby hands, more than happy to share your treat with your son.

You’re surprised your mate, who has an insane sweet tooth of his own, isn’t getting in on this cake. It’s delicious, the icing creamy and fluffy. The cake is moist, and the moan you let out when you bit into it was almost one you’d be embarrassed about, if you were paying attention to anything other than the dessert.

He’s been letting you eat your fill before even attempting a bite, more so because only a few weeks ago, he’d eaten the last macron, the one you’d been saving for a midnight snack. This babe did not want you to sleep, kicking and squirming inside of you nonstop, more than eager to meet the world. You’d burst into a fit of tears when you noticed your treat was gone, and couldn’t reign in your emotions until Azriel had come home with more than half of the pastries in the case from your favorite shop. Elain even threw in some of her freshly baked pastries after hearing what happened, and you almost lost yourself to another fit of tears at how nice that was of her.

“We’re supposed to be choosing a cake for Wren’s first birthday,” Azriel reminds you gently. Then, teasingly, he says, “Have you even actually tasted the cake with how quickly you’re eating, love?”

You peg him with a look, swallowing down the bite of cake in your mouth. He’s right, this is about Wren, not the baby inside of you who only seems to wiggle around more with a sugar high.

It’s difficult to place the fork down in front of you, but somehow, you manage. You turn toward your son, who hasn’t seemed to notice the way you’d been sampling all of the cakes in front of you. By sampling, you mean inhaling. You’d been inhaling the cake samples in front of you. All seven flavors.

“Wrenny,” you ask the boy currently mashing a bite of cake onto a napkin. He’s enthralled in the texture, and doesn’t even notice your grimace at the ruined treat.

Azriel slips his hand into yours in comfort.

“What kind of cake do you want for your birthday, baby?” You ask, grabbing a fresh napkin to help him clean up. He protests with a shout, squirming on his father’s lap. Azriel tries his best to soothe the boy, but you’ve disturbed his playtime, and you’re going to pay.

“Come on, buddy,” Azriel smooths the furrow between Wren’s brows. You sit back in your seat, smoothing your hands across your stomach when your son kicks close to your bladder. It’s only a matter of time before he hits his mark, and then your day out at the Rainbow with your mate and son will be over. “Which one do you like best?”

Wren stares at the cakes. Some more gone than others. He reaches for a red cake that’s almost entirely full. You liked that one, but it wasn’t better than the chocolate slice with chocolate frosting. That one only has a small bite left.

Your son grabs a handful of the cake and flings his arms around in excitement. You plant a hand over your mouth as the cake goes flying, only to land in Azriel’s hair. Your shoulders shake with laugher, tears welling in your eyes at the look on your mates face.

Azriel’s grin is blinding. He laughs freely, something he might not have been comfortable doing in public years ago. This, this is all he’s ever wanted. You. A family. A life.

You help your mate rid the cake form his dark locks as much as you can. Frosting sticks to the strands, pulling them this way and that. You swipe at a glob of icing that made its way above his lip, and he stares at you with simmering eyes. The kind of eyes that got you into this situation in the first place. He’s going to need a shower when he gets home, and, if you can put Wren down for a nap, maybe you can join him, too.

When you’ve successfully cleaned as much of Azriel as you can, he plops your son down into your lap and shoves the pile of napkins closer to you before standing.

“Where are you going?” you ask as Wren reaches out for his father. You snag a napkin and his chubby arm, beginning to clean him up.

“I’m going to tip the staff for the mess we made,” he says easily. His eyes are sparkling with amusement and something more, something you can’t wait to get home to. “And I’m going to buy a chocolate cake to bring home with us, since you liked it so much.” He nods to the nearly gone slice on the table, and your heart swells in your chest. You love him so, so much.

Zuzu:

“It’s a girl?” he whispers, voice raw with emotion. Tears flood your eyes at the utter awe in your mate’s eyes. Of course, she has her father wrapped around her finger already.

Azriel places his hands across your stomach. He’s kneeling in front of you, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so vulnerable, not even when he admitted he loved you for the first time, nor when you gave birth to your first and second child. But this little girl growing inside of you, she’s unlocked something special inside of Azriel, and you know that in this moment, that she’s going to have the most loving, protective father there is. And you’re sure her brothers won’t be far behind with that mentality.

She’s the first female born into one of the Inner Circle’s families. Four boys, but not a single girl. And now, everything has changed. You know she is going to be surrounded by so much love, she’s going to be so spoiled. You’ve had conversations with Feyre and Nesta, Elain too, about how cute the female toys and clothing were in the shops lining the Sidra. They all begged you to have a girl when you announced your third pregnancy, placing bets with their mates on whether or not you’d bring a little girl into the family, and their pleading has all paid off.

You can’t wait to tell them.

Azriel kisses across your stomach. You thread your fingers through his hair, allowing him this time with his daughter. It’s sweet, more than, to see him like this. He’s so in love with her already, you can see it in the way his wings wiggle with excitement, the way his thumbs stroke the soft skin where his daughter is growing inside of you.

“I can’t believe it,” he whispers, finally raising his gaze to look at you. He doesn’t move away, instead resting his chin on your stomach. “We’re having a girl.”

You can’t help your smile, a tear escaping your eye. He’s wanted a daughter for just as long as you have, and you promised not to stop having children until you had a girl, but soon, with two boys and one girl, you don’t think you’ll stop until this little one has a sister to play with as well.

You can see the same sentiment in your mates eyes.

“We’re having a girl,” you agree, lifting his chin so you can kiss your mate.

Jax:

“Azriel,” you squeeze your eyes shut through the uncomfortableness of a contraction. Your mate’s hand is strong on your lower back, his other arm gripped tightly in your grasp. “I love you, but are you sure you’ve thought this through?”

“Easy,” Azriel replies gently. His touch is soft but firm as he helps you to your bed. It’s set up with all of the essentials for giving birth, and with this being your fourth child, you’re more than prepared. The little one has been a fairly easy pregnancy, as if each moment spent in your womb was better than the last. He wasn’t eager to meet the world like his older brother, Baz, who kicked you relentlessly for nine months straight. It was almost as if the babe inside of you enjoyed the comfort you provided, but his father and siblings are more than excited to meet the new member of the family.

Your water broke this morning over breakfast with your family. Baz had burst into a fit of giggles over his waffles, pointing and shouting about how you’d peed your pants. Wren, your oldest, perked with excitement, knowing exactly what that meant. He’s slipped from his chair, offering you a tight hug before scampering to his room with his little brother in tow, talking all about how they were going to get to see their cousins while you had another baby.

Zuzu, just one, was covered in whipped cream, giggling and gurgling and making a mess with the sweet cream. You had torn Azriel’s attention from where he bopped a bit of cream onto her nose, and, after a quick once-over, worry lacing his hazel eyes, his face melted into something sweet when he caught your smile, the happy tears in your eyes.

Your son couldn’t choose a more perfect day to enter the world.

“What do you mean?” Azriel asks, pulling back the covers. He’d be latched to your side until the babe entered the world, whenever that may be. Could be nearly an entire day, like Wren, or mere hours, like Baz and Zuzu.

“You’re talking about letting the male who gifted Baz a real blade for Starfall when he was only 3, watch our boys for the night.” You had agreed to the plan at first because you didn’t think Cassian was all that serious about it, but now that it’s really happening, you can’t help but worry.

“Cassian wants this more than anything, love,” Az replies, helping organize the pillows behind your back. When all is to his liking, he sits on the edge of the bed, caressing your face. His hazel eyes are soft, a comfort that you lean into, or as much as you can with your belly in the way. “He’ll be fine. Rhys and Nyx are going to be there too,” he reassures. And well, that doesn’t make you feel that much better. Rhys and Cassian and four children under 6. They’re in for a night. “And Zuz is getting all loved up by her aunties tonight.” Your daughter is spending the night at Feyre’s with her sisters, and you know that if anything, Rhys will have no problem calling in backup for the mischievous little boys.

“You’ll check in on them ever hour?” You ask, trying your best to get comfortable. The babe in your stomach gives a little kick, and you place your hand on your stomach, whispering down to him. “Soon, little guy, soon you’ll meet the world.”

“I’ll check on them every ten minutes if you want me to,” Azriel promises, placing his large hand over yours. Like the babe knows you and your mate are showing him affection, he kicks again. “But I don’t want you to worry. You need to focus on getting little Jax out.” He says the babes name like it’s the best he’s ever heard. He’s done that with all of your children, though. It fills you with warmth, his strong presence eases you into the comfort of your bed.

Malos and Knox:

“A sister!” Zuzu screeches in her uncle’s arms. You wince at the sheer volume of your four-year-old daughter, but you won’t scold her even through one of the hours old newborns in your arms squirms at the sound. She can’t help her excitement at the sight of her little sister, kicking out her tiny legs in demand to be released from Rhys’ clutches. He laughs and tries to situate Zuzu better in his arms. He looks to you for action, and with a soft nod of your head, he lets your daughter down.

Azriel, who has just handed Knox off to Feyre, who has tears in her eyes, quickly catches his oldest daughter around the waist before she can launch herself onto your bed and disturb the snoozing babe.

“Daddy,” Zuzu whines, but clings tightly to his shirt. Azriel immediately smooths her hair back from her face, disheveled from playing with her brothers all morning at her uncle’s house while you gave birth to the two newest members of your family. “I want to see my sissy!”

“Sissy’s sleeping,” he parent’s gently, bringing her closer. He sets Zuzu on the bed but stays close. “You need to be gentle, Zuz. She’s brand new.”

“Brand new,” Zuzu echoes, but you’re not entirely sure she knows what it means. She’s completely distracted by the small bundle in your arms anyway, her dark eyes glowing with delight. She looks up at you, wide-eyed, and you can’t help but smile at your daughter. “She’s mine?”

“She’s your sister,” you laugh softly. You position Malos in your arms so Zuzu can see better.

“Wow,” she whispers, awe in her tone. She softly reaches out and brushes a finger across her sister’s chubby cheeks. The babe makes a noise and Zuzu snatches her hand back to her chest.

“It’s okay, Zuz,” Azriel says gently. “She’s just saying hello.”

Zuzu nods at her father eagerly, then returns her attention to Malos. “Hello, little baby. I’m Zuz. I’m going to be the bestest big sister ever! I’m going to teach you so much, and nothing like our naughty brothers can show you…” She babbles while you share a loving look with your mate.

You were worried how Zuzu might react to a sister. She’s been surrounded by boys for four years, and right now, you can see that this is something special, something pure between the two girls.

“What are their names?” Feyre asks, placing Knox carefully in your arms while your sons join you and the rest of your family on the bed. Jax climbs directly into Azriel’s lap, clinging to him like a monkey. He peers down at the babes in your arms with curiosity.

Wren and Baz settle on your other side, leaning over to see both of the babes. They look just as excited as the rest of your family, and this moment right now, surrounded by your family and the people you love the most, makes everything worthwhile.

You smile at your mate, who gives you a soft nod of encouragement.

“Their names are Malos and Knox.”

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victoryai · 18 days ago

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7th Lord in the Signs (spouse focused)

I already wrote on 1st lord in the signs here so I guess you understand what I mean by 7th Lord in the signs.

7th lord in the signs is only concerned about which sign the 7th house Lord is in. It don matter here which planet is your 7th lord but rather which sign your 7th lord is placed in.

7th Lord in Aries: Spouse acts in a direct and straightforward manner, often driven by impulse. Has a prominent face card, with a nice build, but not very tall. Making decisions spontaneously, and sometimes lacking strategy. Hardly procrastinates I guess 🤷 and very adamant in nature. Good thing that they're decisive In nature and able to defend their territory.

7th Lord in Taurus: Spouse is concerned about money, financial stability and security and food 😉. Or better still, spouse has good looking pockets and might be a big spender. Wants all the luxury and comfort, believes that sharing is not 🚫 caring and everyone should have their own stuff, probably stingy 🤷, a foodie, plumpy in nature, clear skin, beautiful/handsome of course.

7th Lord in Gemini: Spouse is likely to be on the slimer side, not to tall too, likes music, dances and writes stuff in free time. Has a small 🤏 feature somewhere on the face, maybe small crafty eyes 😂, does a lot of overthinking, wonders how he/she is supposed to digest all the goddamn information, good communicator and can probably spend the whole time talking to you, admirable wit.

7th Lord in Cancer: Spouse is traditional in nature, family oriented and too sensitive sometimes. Seems like a kind person, hardly weird and in their senses most of the time. Loves privacy and prefers to sulk than spill it out sometimes. Rollercoaster emotions range from 🤣😂😅😄😁 to 😐🥲😪😭. Not tall too. Probably plumpy in body nature and attitude.

7th Lord in Leo: Spouse has big dreams, and one of them is being a star, spouse loves to be appreciated (I mean who doesn't want that). If it's a lady,she's wants nothing less than baby girl treatment. Considers flirting a good exercise to check if their still attractive 😂. Will probably tell you that they had a lot of options but settled for you, just kidding of course, also hates to be unnoticed, 😎

7th lord in Virgo: Spouse is very practical in nature and can notice the tiniest of details. Calls a spade a spade probably because it's a spade 🤷. More logical than emotional, interested in health and wellness, probably loves animals alot. Very organized and put together, more on the slim side and looks younger than actual age. Never forgets anything that is important, and stands through with you during tough times.

©Victoryai

7th Lord in Libra: Spouse is beautiful of course, diplomatic in nature and friendly, has a good deal of acquaintances, more feminine in nature and behavior, popular among the ladies 🤷, has great taste and hardly ever sober. Spouse is well liked by a lot of people and is balanced in nature. Takes a little too much time in making decisions but they make good ones. Not aggressive and hardly oppressive.

7th Lord in Scorpio: Spouse is magnetism itself, a secretive person very different from the rest. Has an air of detachment to them but if they get attached to you, then 💀. Probably, gets things from others easily, has gone through some major shit and transformation, not easy to decode, beautiful/handsome of course , has probably a experienced near death situation.

7th Lord in Sagittarius: Spouse has a great deal of knowledge and experience. Probably travels alot or is a foreigner to you in some way. Always in good spirits and hardly ever down except it gets too hard. Will probably tell you an ancient story you haven't heard of. Good humor and face that always looks like he/she is laughing. Religious person or has strong beliefs.

7th Lord in Capricorn: Spouse is a serious person and doesn't fool around most of the time. Might be a public figure or someone who has to keep up with their reputation in public. Looks a lot better in older years, is a leader and has a great deal of responsibilities sometimes, someone in a place of authority to others, will make a good Boss and father figure.

7th Lord in Aquarius: Spouse is unconventional and refuses to accept some "norms", innovative thinking, preferring to walk alone than follow a wrong crowd. Spouse is spontaneous in nature, getting ideas on random days and mostly bad timing😂, eccentric and a lil 🤏 weird, might be in the crowd but is not part of the crowd, possesses unusual intellect. OMG I think your spouse is so much like me🤔😂

7th Lord in Pisces: Spouse is easily lost in thoughts, empathetic in nature and emotionally smart. Has one particular activity he/she is addicted to, has spiritual gifts and probably interested in spirituality itself, Painfully quiet sometimes and preferring isolation rather than company. Has a big heart and forgives a lot, but do they forget?🤔. Sleeps too much or dreams too much. Could be very deceptive too 🤫.

©Victoryai

#astrology #astrology observations #astro observations #solar return #lunar return #solar return observations #ascendant in solar return chart #astrology community #astro community #©victoryai

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formulaonecrumbs · 22 days ago

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The siblings watching this when they’re all grown up 🥺

how not to tie a shoe 👟

Lando Norris x older sister!reader x norris!siblings

summary: the norris siblings, now grown up, gather to watch an old home video of reader trying to teach a very grumpy lando how to tie his shoes.

warnings: none. it’s all cutesy.

A/N: i’m aware u said u wanted it for the other home film BUT i thought it might be a bit boring and repetitive if i did that so i took some liberty and centred it around another home film that i haven’t written about yet. it was like killing two birds with one stone cuz i wanted to write the shoelace one anyways. ENJOY MY LOVES!! ❤️

༻ ❤︎︎ ༺

home film #9 and #10 (out of a gazillion)- found in a cardboard box labelled ‘memories’ & a collaborated folder called ‘norris tradition’

(recorded: iphone video – norris family living room)

(original home film being watched: norris family home, living room, bristol) timestamp: 12:26 pm 05-24-2004

🔴 LIVE: 5:34 pm 04-24-2025

the video opens on a couch packed with siblings. ollie’s in the middle like he always ends up, flo half on top of him, cisca sprawled out at the other end, and you and lando sharing the big blanket, legs tangled, a bowl of popcorn resting dangerously on lando’s knees.

the tv glows in the background, playing one of adam’s old camcorder recordings.

on screen, seven(eight in 7 days)-year-old you is crouched on the floor with a four-year-old lando in a dinosaur t-shirt and socks that do not match. he’s sitting cross-legged, absolutely furious at the two untied sneakers in front of him.

“okay bean,” kid-you says in a very bossy seven-year-old voice. “watch again. bunny ear, bunny ear, loop under—”

“that’s not a bunny,” little lando interrupts, scowling. “that’s a snake.”

present-day lando groans from the couch. “why was i so annoying?”

“was?” flo says instantly.

“you called a shoelace a snake,” cisca snorts.

“you were four!�� you defend him through your laugh.

“yeah, and you were acting like a full-on teacher,” ollie chuckles, pointing at the screen. “look at your face. pure disappointment.”

on the tv, little lando starts aggressively poking one of the laces with his finger.

“stop stabbing it,” kid-you says. “just do the loop like i showed you.”

“i am!”

“lando!”

present-day lando hides his face in the popcorn bowl. “i hate this.”

“no you don’t,” you say, poking his side. “you love being the star.”

he peeks out. “only when i don’t sound like a chipmunk.”

on screen, lando makes a random knot, holds it up proudly, and declares, “i fixed it!”

you stare at it for a second. “bean, that’s not even a loop. that’s just a mess.”

“it’s FINE,” baby lando insists. then he tries to walk, trips over the tangled laces, and lands directly on his bum.

every sibling on the couch erupts.

“there it is!” flo cackles. “down he goes!”

“iconic,” cisca declares.

“classic lando,” ollie says. “refuses help, wipes out anyway.”

“you tripped over your own feet,” you say, practically crying with laughter.

“shut up,” lando mutters, grinning through his hands.

on the screen, the camera wobbles wildly as cisca senior laughs in the background. kid-you sighs dramatically, kneels down, and starts undoing the knot.

“bean, i’ll do it for you again.”

“i wanna do it myself!” lando shouts.

cut to: kid-you finishing the double knot and patting his shoe. “you can untie it yourself if you want to do something.”

pause.

lando—tiny and frustrated—leans down, yanks at the laces, and somehow pulls the whole thing tighter.

you, on screen: “that’s what you get.”

the siblings on the couch lose it again.

“you’ve always had that tone,” ollie points out. “the mum voice.”

“because i had to raise you all,” you say with fake exhaustion.

lando leans his head dramatically on your shoulder. “and you did so well.”

“sure,” flo smirks. “he still can’t tie a bow tie without her.”

“of course i can! besides, neither can you!”

“yeah, but i admit it.”

the video ends with a fade to black, the room falling into a comfortable silence for a moment.

lando sighs. “i really was a little menace.”

you shrug. “you were trying your best.”

“and you were bossy as hell,” he adds, smirking.

you bump his knee. “still am.”

ollie stretches, reaching for the remote. “alright. what’s next? the one where you all tried to give cisca a makeover with permanent marker?”

“NO,” cisca and flo say in unison.

fade to black.

THE END :>

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adashulaz · 7 months ago

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Regris and Adam end up living, they also end up meeting. They're sorta on their own so they decide to team up, at least for now. Regris is trying to get back to the blades and Adam is trying to get back to earth. But for now, all they have is each other.

They spend a few months/years together before they end up finding the Atlas. Due to their time spent together, they kinda become protective of each other. Their relationship is that of a parent and a child. So yk, there's that extra bond. They end up on the Atlas, reunions happen and now the two got what they originally wanted. Now the only issue is, they're both incredibly attached to each other.

For example when Adam fell asleep in Shiros and Curtis' shared room, he fell into a deep sleep. Like he would not wake up, so naturally Regris panicked and immediately went straight to Shiro and Curtis. Shiro and Curtis were able to wake up Adam, not that he stayed up long but still, just to show Regris that Adam is still alive. This causes Adam to only make room for Regris and open his arms before saying, "Come here baby." in a the typical parental tone mixed with sleep.

Everyone else sees the issue and are trying to find a solution. The blades don't want to leave Regris alone on an unfamiliar planet. The atlas doesn't want to leave Adam alone with a bunch of unfamiliar aliens. They're struggling while Adam and Regris are sorta just doing their thing.

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witchthewriter · 11 months ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, Valyrian blood (dragon rider), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: APPARENTLY THIS IS A GUY NAMED DAVOS BLACKWOOD. But he literally IS Bloody Ben. So he's staying Bloody Ben.

P.s. I'm ageing Benjicot up so he's around 24 or whatever age you want him to be that's over 18 <3

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・It wasn't an arranged marriaged. No, not by any means.

・You had been sent by your Queen to remind the Houses of Westeros their pledge to her. And Rhaenyra had chosen you to go to the Blackwoods.

"I expect you will be welcomed warmly," her Grace said with a warm smile.

You bowed your head and returned the smile.

・You always felt safe around Rhaenyra, she was someone very close to you. Someone who you would fight to the death for.

・The first time Benji saw you, his heart stopped...which was a very fair reaction as you were atop your fearsome dragon, The Cannibal.

・You bonded with the wild dragon when you were 13 - it was the first day of your periods and you were sick and tired of being without a dragon.

・It was in your blood. And you were done waiting.

・Your first flight with Cannibal was difficult - although the blood magic seemed to be strong between the two of you.

・You were the exact person he was waiting for.

・So when your duty came to aid Queen Rhaenyra; she did asked for you to unite with a House through marriage

・That was heavy - a big duty that you did not think would need to happen, since you bonded with Cannibal. Wouldn't you be put on the front lines straight away? Her answer was no.

・But you knew the realities of war and faced your duty head on (you know Cannibal will always defend you)

・Your marriage was a significant one. All the Blackwoods were invited, and Rhaenyra was there to oversee the ceremony.

・However, having all of your family there would have been another Red Wedding, so only a few choice people from your side could be invited.

・Nonetheless, it was absolutely beautiful.

・Dragonfire lit the skies, chasing away the dark. Even Cannibal was having a good time. There were tributes made to him - sheep, cow, goats galore. You swore you saw him smiling.

・What you absolutely weren't expecting was Benji to INTERACT with Cannibal...

・He brought up a bull from the biggest hoard they had. Benji watched as the dragon practically gulped the animal down. However, he wasn't scared - he was impressed. And intrigued.

・You were absolutely moved by Benji's act. Truly. Because it showed his bravery. His daring. And of course his caring. You knew, you could feel the way Cannibal was feeling - and he trusted this Blackwood.

・So you decided to give him a wedding present. A fly.

・By doing so, you broke down every single one of Benji's walls and he knew you were the one for him. His wife. His firt and only one.

・After a tough day, and you both go to your chambers; he'll grab your arm and kiss your wrist. A physical way of saying "I'm so glad you're alive and mine."

・Learns High Valyrian for you. He wanted to surprise you with it. And surprise you he did.

・You call each other: Ñuha jorrāelagon (my love), Ñuha prūmia (my heart),

・ A very particular sentence that Benji says a lot is: Nyke pendagon nūmāzma ao everyday (I think about you everyday)

・Of course he knows you can protect yourself; but that doesn't stop him from defending you. You're his world now. You mean so much to him.

・No body thought this union would work as well as it had.

・So, Bloody Ben & The Rider of Cannibal became a formidabble pair that made men tremble wherever they went.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Like Calls To Like

The Gomez & Morticia Adams

"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Unbreakable Bond

Growth through Adversity

Bickering and Banter

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter

The Politics & The Life by Daniel Pemberton

O Verona by The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Gives you complete and utter respect both in and out of the bedroom.

・Has never and will never push you to do anything you don't want to do

・The first time you were together, it felt like your bodies were on fire. Meant to burn together. The words kept replaying over and over in your head as he touched you. A deep yearning overtook you and suddenly time stopped.

・His lips were warm, his hands cold but when he took off his clothes, you couldn't help but grin.

・There's such desire between you two that even your mount can sense it.

・Your sex life is very active - at least once a day. Maybe you're in your Honeymoon period, but you cannot keep your hands off one another when you're alone

・And when you're at feasts, Benji's hands find their way down your thigh, and slowing inching inbetween them.

"Really, here? Now?" You asked n a hushed tone, trying not to draw any attention to either of you.

"Yes. Here, now. Or we can go into the hallway and I will ravish you there. Upto you, wife."

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WELT + CatHybrid!Reader (SMUT)

Tw : +18, fem!reader, reader is not trailblazer, explicit, power imbalance, dom!welt, sub!reader, age gap? (welt is very old but reader is of age), animal features (reader), fingering (fem! receiving), daryphilia kinda?, praise kink, creampie (wrap it before you tap it folks), breeding talk, established relationship, jealousy (male), marking, mating press, not proofread (hope i'm not missing anything)

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Life as a Nameless wasn't always easy.

Who would have guessed that this planet prohibits your species? That's discriminatory! Truly!

This planet had the best, the biggest, the most impressive amusement park there is! The downside… It seems like their population appears to have descended from a very deeply rooted race of fishes… Hence why any kind of felines or predators are prohibited from visiting.

But no way you'd miss out on that opportunity, it'd be cruel to keep you away from this planet! No way!

You stubbornly stepped in.

Welt was skeptical. For starters, he was the one who had to manage your boundless energy, and the mood swings that came along. The thought of bringing you along felt wrong. He knew best, and at that moment he highly doubted you'd be suitable for the trip.

When you became part of the Nameless, he naturally assumed the role of caretaker, taking responsibility for the slip-ups and mistakes you made along the way. This role proved itself to be so challenging that no one actually fought for it…

The man was naturally poised, calm, and perhaps the only one capable of managing you and your frequent outbursts. You were almost forbidden to leave his side.

As much as everyone appreciated you, they were well aware that your curiosity brought a lot of baggage and a fair share of risks… Just stay glued to Welt and you'll be able to go on adventures! They said.

But at this moment, you are actively defending your case against a very much tired Welt and a concerned Himeko.

"I swear I'll behave!" The talk had been ongoing for hours now, putting you on edge and making your tone sound whinier than you intended.

"Wether you behave or not is not the issue. We're supposed to remain unnoticed for the entire trip, your ears and tail will alert them." The fact that Welt was so adamant about this only intensified your emotions, and a swell of sadness formed itself in your now tight throat.

"I'm telling you, I can hide them - Look!" Welt noticed that you were becoming upset and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't break his heart. His gaze softened at the sight of you, scrambling around to painfully tuck the length of your tail around your waist.

You winced at the sting but continued, to make your point, ears now bent down to blend in with the locks of your hair.

"See!" You proudly stated, puffing out your chest and searching for their gaze, hoping for any sign that might give you the green light.

A fourth voice emerged. "We could use a hat and secure her tail with a rubber band." The voice of Dan Heng made your heart leap in surprise; he had joined the conversation unbeknownst to everyone. He walked to your side and silently offered his support by standing next to you.

Welt frowned. The flicker of discontent crossing his face as he shifted, shoving his soft gaze away. "We appreciate your input, Dan Heng, but-" Dan Heng interrupted, "I wouldn't mind keeping an eye on her." It was unexpected, really. Until now, you had always felt that Dan Heng found your energy bothersome and exhausting. So you always made sure to maintain a safe distance. But now? Perhaps he liked you after all?

Your eyes prickled at the unexpected defense, finally having an ally after enduring two agonizing hours of fighting alone. Relief washed over your tense body.

But that wasn't the case for Welt, and he felt compelled to express his displeasure. His arms went up, crossing them above his chest and regarded the two youngsters like some kind of disapproving father figure. "You'd do that." He spat more harshly than he intended, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm that everyone noticed except you.

Himeko sensed that the situation was worsening.

She had graciously backed Welt up for this occasion, knowing that he often struggled to refuse your whims, especially when you were determined to pursue something. However, she never anticipated that it would lead to this, and she was already nearing her limits. Her long sigh captured everyone's attention, finally breaking the awkward standoff of glances.

"We can't really stop her from going." Her resolve had weakened as she casts a weary glance at Welt, a silent apology. "So it's settled. Thank you, Dan Heng, for stepping up. As for you, troublesome kitty, I'd love for you to stay by his side throughout the journey." Your triumphant yell of victory made everyone wince, except Welt who just looked utterly appalled by this outcome.

"And now, I'll draw myself a bath. Forget I exist unless you're in danger or something." She breathed out, but not without a hint of amusement in her voice as she promptly left the premises. The conversation had taken a toll on her, especially after witnessing your desperation and misery for so long. It was nice to see you smile again.

"Thank you! And thank you - thank you Dan Heng! I'll be good, I'll behave, and stay put the whoooole trip!" Your face beamed with a bright grin as you hugged the latters arm, squeezing it just to show how much it meant to you. He merely offered a subtle smile, allowing you to enjoy your moment of joy in silence.

"So it's settled." The sharpness of Welt's voice caught your attention as he repeated Himeko's words, and this time you noticed the acute tone. You opened your mouth to speak but he didn't allow you, walking away from the conversation.

Dan Heng noticed how your ears flattened, resembling a poor kicked puppy.

"Let's find a hat that fits you."

Of course, Himeko wasn't going to have her peaceful evening. What did she expect?

She had just started to dry her hair when the door emitted that dreadful sound; knocking. Only one person would be petty enough to voice their thoughts, so she simply unlocked the door and returned to her nightly routine.

"Thank you for having me," Welt said as he stepped inside, ensuring he closed the door behind him. He still maintained his usual politeness, though she couldn't help but notice the way his jaw clenched.

"I thought we both knew the issue wasn't about whether she has supervision or not." here it comes. She swallowed her sigh, fully aware that it was most definitely her fault this time. "She just looked so disappointed… and Dan Heng offered to take charge her; how was I supposed to say no? Besides, won't it be nice for once not to worry about what she might do?" It was a feeble attempt to divert attention away from the real issue. Really.

"What I worry about shouldn't be anyone's concern but mine. Plus, I don't recall ever complaining about taking on that role." His tone was unforgiving, punctuating his words with a disapproving wave of his hand. "You didn't. But-"

"No. What you said earlier was unnecessary, that's everything I intended to say. I apologize for the late inconvenience. Enjoy your rest." It was evident that he had no intention of hearing Himeko's explanation. He simply wanted to make his point, and that was the end of it. With that, he left Himeko's bedroom.

She crossed one leg over the other, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she focused her gaze on the now-closed door. "Isn't he too old for this?"

Welt was being petty, not even acknowledging the adorable hat you had spent so much time selecting, carefully chosen just for him.

Why did he act so distant? So… cold? Surely, it was your fault. You had gone against his better judgment, stubbornly following your own little whims. Were you truly that ungrateful after everything he had done for you?

To the nights when he fulfilled the needs of your body? When he used his hands to evoke such beautiful tears from you…?

You stepped off the train with a heavy heart, watching the source of your anguish leaving in company of the Trailblazer and March. You felt torn as the three of them investigated the planet while you went "scouting" the very important amusement park with Dan Heng.

Very important.

But each time you entered an attraction, your mind wandred, your expression fell with sorrow. You even won the claw game for the first time! But no… now you were being rude to Dan Heng! You couldn't do anything right!

Welt was right. Welt was always right.

Now you felt silly. And guilty.

Suddenly, an ice cream cone was thrust against your face, the cold treat making contact with your downturned lips. Dan Heng redirected your attention back to him, gaze searching for yours with concern. "Here. Take it," he urged, nudging it closer.

"M'thank you! Didn't you take one for yourself?" He shrugged.

"Not much of a sweet tooth." This time it was your turn to shrug, returning your attention to the icy treat.

It did help brighten your mood - a win for Dan Heng. What you didn't know was that he always rooted for you, at least in the shadows. He found your energy endearing in a way, especially when you beamed like this.

You actually hadspent a wonderful time in his company! You even managed to forget the little weep from this morning.

But the day took a toll on your body; your ears strained under the small hat you wore, and your tail? Numb. You even had to hide in the restroom a few times to allow your blood to flow- a small price to pay for amusement.

You'd think.

You sheepishly hoped that returning home and finally releasing them would bring relief, but that wasn't the case- far from it. Hours spent in that awkward position made it so incredibly difficult to relax them, it hurt so much to pull your tail back into place.

But your ears might've been the worst; you actually had to keep them in the same position because of how painful it was to move them. You huffed in front of the mirror, watching and definitely feeling them tremble.

So, you brought yourself where you always found your solace, the only place you could think of whenever something happened. But you stopped, doubt plaguing your thoughts like a disease. Maybe he didn't want to see you… Thus you stood right in front of his door, your eyes on your shoes as you pondered wether to knock or leave. He looked definitively bitter this morning…

Weeping in front of his door wouldn't help; you needed to apologize first and make amends. "Welt?… You… You're sleeping? Maybe?…" You whispered through the door, anxiety gnawing at your stomach as you waited for some kind of response.

"Enter." Oh.

So you did, but not before taking a long, deep breath.

His room was nearly engulfed in darkness, save for the small lamp on the nightstand, its dim light revealing his presence. Welt sat on an armchair positioned not far from the bed, a book in hand and his temple resting on his fist. The glance he cast your way was fleeting, as if it was mere politeness that compelled him to look up.

"What is it?" Oh, right. You hadn't relized hat you were simply standing in front of his door, silent for a few seconds. However, you noted the sharpness of his words and the indifference he displayed.

"I-It hurts… 'hurts a lot," you whined out. Of course, you whined; how could you not? Your ears throbbed, your tail ached, your stomach churned and your heart felt heavy. Nothing was going well! You knew that Welt could comfort you- he always did…

But maybe this time he wouldn't…

Welt snapped his book shut and set it aside on the nightstand as he pulled himself up. "Where? Tell me." Finally. Finally you detected a hint of warmth in his words, and your eyes watered from the overwhelming day you had.

"My ears…" you croaked out, eyes cast down in shame. He had noticed how your ears were strained at the top of your head, forced down in such an unnatural position. A long sigh escaped his lips at the sight of your poor condition. Why hadn't you listened to him?

He sat down on the edge of the bed, parting his thighs to show a spot you were all too familiar with. His hand brushed against yours, gently pulling closer to the bed's frame. "Sit."

And you thanked all the Aeons you knew of, hurrying yourself between his legs. Welt wasted no time cradling your oh so fragile body against his chest, guiding your limbs to his heart's content. You most certainly allowed him to do so.

He slid his right arm under your knees, lifting your body to drape your legs over his thigh and position you sideways against him. You nestled your cheeks right under his collarbone, pressing your body against his to absorb his warmth.

This angle provided him with a better view of your ears while a low hum reverberated, displeased. But he could feel your body shrink in on itself, anyone could see how miserable you looked at first glance. He'd be a monster to lecture you…

So he gently pressed his lips against your flattened ear, closing his eyes as he did so. The contact made you jolt in his grasp, a sad hiccup that broke his heart. Welt's arm was splayed across your back, his hand resting on your hip while the other cradled the side of your face. Just like the perfect caretaker he is, the man began to pepper your furry ears with soft kisses.

You exhaled, finally feeling your body relax under his care. It was everything you wanted and needed- immersed in the scent of his cologne, cradled against his chest, and pampered.

"I heard you behaved today. Is that true? You didn't throw any fits… Kept your poor ears hidden…" The last sentence carried a hint of resentment, but it was meant only for him to hear. The hand that cradled your face slowly moved up, fingers ever so gently massaging the base of your ears to alleviate the ache.

"Mhm" The only reponse you offered was a soft hum of approval, as you didn't trust yourself to speak aloud. Because, oh my, did you felt as if you were on cloud nine; the sound of his pecks sent a much-needed jolt of adrenaline across your body.

And Welt? He was just so proud of you that he almost forgot yesterday's tantrum. Almost. But you would later find out he didn't.

Right now, he wanted to take care of his beautiful cat. His oh-so-pretty kitty… That hat you wore didn't make you any grace, did you think he'd be happy to see your little ears all bent under this thing?

And your tail… what were you thinking?

He took a long, deep breath against your furry ears- a sigh you might say. You felt the comfort of his hand leaving its previous position, causing you o whine at the loss. But then, he brought it down to the very base of your tail. Unfortunately, it was still sadly locked around your waist; he couldn't have that.

This time, it did hurt. He started by pressing his palm against the upper base, moving in a circular motion as to relax the muscles. A sharp whine escaped your lips, which he quickly silenced with a shush.

"You can handle it. It won't hurt for long, I promise. You can be good for me, right?" he cooed in a soft whisper, careful not to hurt your ears. However, at your lack of response, he emphasized his words with a low hum. You immediatly understood, having been taught so well by him. So, you gave the best nod you could manage, which was merely a shift.

He understood, but that was not what he wanted. "Words." he warned, though his tone wasn't unkind.

"Yes…" You huffed.

Satisfied, he returned to the top of your head, kissing your sore ears and burying his nose in the softness of your hair. The distraction helped you forget the painful massage he was giving, his fingers dug into each side of your tail.

Soon enough, his administration turned successful as you finally rewarded him with the whines he desperately needed to hear. Your entire body shivered, and your hands sought refuge between your thighs to warm them up- something he noticed.

"Does it feels better now?" He shifted down to hover above your face, searching or your eyes for to gauge your reaction. But, they were closed; he could feel you beginning to doze off. "Way better, thank you…" You would've slept in his arms if it weren't for his hand traveling up to gently cup the delicate side of your neck.

His thumb gently nudged the edge of your jaw, lifting it upwards.

It was then that you felt the soft press of his lips against your own- a tender peck. He pulled away for a fleeting moment, angling his head to return for more. The sound of your kisses echoed in the dimly lit room, and your soft moan allowed him to slide the tip of his tongue in.

So, of course, you welcomed him in, meeting the wet appendage with an open-mouthed kiss, heavy with emotion. Unable to focus on anything else, you let your body relax in his arms, melting like a sad ice cream in the middle of summer. But he grounded you; he Always did, pressing you further against his chest to keep this pretty mouth of yours on him.

He could hear your whines grow more intense as he finally understood what you were doing with your hips. His eyes narrowed, focused on the sight of your hips jolting as you humped your own hands with indecency.

Poor thing… You felt the corners of his lips lift, until you could feel it no longer. Welt had pulled away to get a good look at your state, face flushed, eyes hazy with dire need. Your ragged breaths were particularly enticing, a true fest for the eyes.

Just for him, though.

Not Dan Heng.

No one else.

He was truly a petty man.

He grazed the back of his fingers down your arms, savoring the way your skin shivered under his touch. But, Welt paused at the apex of your wrists, making a silent request. You complied, driven by a desperate need. Slipping your hands out from the confines of your thighs.

The palm of his hand supported your back as he slid his other arm under your legs, motioning for you to sit in front of him. The width of his chest enveloped you like a soft blanket, almost missing the way his hands gripped the fat of your thighs.

His thumb kneaded your inner thigh and slowly glided down to your knees. Your sad whine made him chuckle, but he quickly showed you what he meant by hiking up your skirt at the sides. His fingers swiftly found the straps of your panties, pulling the elastic down along your thighs.

Such a pretty sound escaped your lips, a choked gasp, reminiscent of a whisper. Yet, it was a sound he undoubtedly heard. After sliding the garnment past your feet, he moved to grasp the back of your knees. You watched in awe as he lifted your legs, parting them on either side of his lap.

He felt your ears twitch against his chin, distressed by the cold wind blowing against your burning core.

Finally.

The tips of his fingers met the poor state of your slit, covered with a thick layer of slick. You exhaled deeply, leaning against his chest with anguish.

He traced up and down, burying his fingers in the fat of your bottom lips so painfully slowly. Slick used to coat the outside of your cunt, spreading it evenly all over before he reached up to tease that throbbing clit.

You felt him slide his other hand down, warming his digits with that expensive arousal he craved to taste. But not once did he stop circling your bud, not even when he had carefully slid one finger in that tight hole of yours.

The pace was agonizingly slow. His middle finger was knuckles deep inside, but it was almost as if he just wanted to dip it- in and out.

Oh, he knew it wasn't enough. Of course he did. That poor pussy of yours had no secrets for him.

But you didn't have the guts to beg for more, not after today's events. You'd obediently wait for him to act…

"Do you want my fingers to work you open?… Or do you want it to stretch?" His voice was as low as a purr, whispering to your sensitive ears. It was almost funny how he assumed you wouldn't painfully stretch anyway. How could you not? Especially when you could feel the outline of his length angrily burying itself in the fat of your thigh.

But as the sweetest gentleman he was, he asked, knowing that sometimes you liked to feel that tinge of pain- or sometimes not. It was always up to you, always about you first.

"Stretch…" But this time, his kitty wanted it to sting. Did you think you deserved some kind of punishment for going against his word? How precious.

He hummed in aknowledgement, slipping his finger out to circle that tender entrance of yours. "How? On your back? Face down? In my arms maybe? Tell me." You couldn't help but feel like he purposely made you long for it, the very tip of his finger tapped impatiently on your fluttering hole.

"A very mean mating press…" You mumbled with a pout, thighs flexing at each agonizing touch. He merely chuckled, the low rumble resonating within your head. "A very mean mating press you say?" He repeated with amusement, clearly taken aback by that filthy choice of words. You only nodded, watching his hand throw two curt slaps against your cunt.

You yelped when his hands went under your armpits, lifting you up from his lap to place you down on the bed. Your body was burning with need. You tried to reach up around his neck to bring him closer. He didn't oblige, but he did grab your wrists to kiss the palm of each hands.

Patience.

He tucked one of his pillow under your lowerwaist, guiding your hips up in a more comfortable position. The next part was your hair that he carefully untucked from your back, sliding it to your side with great care. Oh how you loved when he'd treat you like a princess, making sure to meet your every needs.

He unzipped himself with one hand, face dipping down in the crook of your neck to mouth at your pulse. His other hand switfly unbuttoned your blouse, popping one after the other until he was met with your cute bra. He littered your burning skin with kisses, crashing marks after marks.

He worked you out of those layers, allowing your supple breasts to pool freely out of its cage. You caught his gaze stopping on them for a fleeting second, right before he dipped down to place two tender kiss on each one.

Finally. Finally you felt the outline of his length bury itself inbetween your pussy lips, coating his underside with your arousal. But that's all he did, sliding it up and down, occasionnaly slapping it against your clit. You huffed out, a croaked moan testifying of your growing frustration.

"No condoms?" He asked.

Oh.

Now you knew he was messing with you! Not once did he not go raw Inside that precious cunt. Ever since he took that sweet virginity of yours. You cried to have your first without this layer that separated you both…

You puffed. A very frustrated frown appeared on your face at how he feigned innocence.

"Oh, but sweetheart… isn't it Dangerous? I'm not sure I'll be able to pull out once I'm inside…" the corner of his lips rose up in delight upon seeing you pout. "'Don't want you to pull out!" you cried out. You knew you were being toyed with, but it was the only way to get what you so much needed, by begging.

"Then… what should we do if it takes…? Tell me…" his tone grew heavier as he motionned your legs on his shoulders. "You did ask a mating press afterall…" he added in faux-concern. Welt was playing with you, and you knew he did. But you were too desperate to call him out, especially not when that very thought crossed your mind more than once.

The thrill of ending up with a swollen belly was such a dangerous thought. Oh, but it sounded so nice right now.

You couldn't form a coherent thought, mind in a haze, words caught up in your throat. So you just sobbed your heart out, it began with short sniffles until fat tears fell down your flushed cheeks.

Maybe be went too far… So he shushed your cries, bringing his face down to kiss those pretty tears of yours. "Here… see? It's going in, look." He hushered you and as promised you felt the very fat of his tip probe at your throbbing entrance. His hand caught your jaw, guiding it downwards to make you look at how his length worked its way inside.

You huffed, choking a moan out of your trembling lips as you finally felt his thickness. Even with that heavy amount of slick, his cock still felt impossible to take, bruising your walls. He merely had a few inches inside but his hips began a slow pace. He pushed a little bit more inside each time he pulled back, just to make sure it wasn't too much at once.

"Look at how well you're taking it… Just a few more inches, can you do that for me?" He gently asked- since he could feel that you were beginning to drift away. You felt the tip of his nose nudge at your wet cheek, seeking a response. But when he felt your soft hands around his neck, he exhaled.

Truth to be told, he was also reaching his limits. So he buried the remaining inches in one powerful thrust, finally fully pressing his body down. Your tail had naturally curled itself around his thigh, urging him further.

He opened the ceremony with a bruising pace, pulling out ever so gently just to harshly slam back down. It caught the wind in your lungs, brain turning into a pudgy state. Your eyes were glued together, so focused on the sensation of finally being full.

But Welt was having none of that. "Eyes." He warned.

It took you a few seconds to register. It forced Welt to bury himself to the hilt and painfully stop.

It brought your attention back on him instantly, watery eyes fluttering open to meet his heated gaze. The strands of his hair trickled down the sides of your face, eyebrows frowned as he carefully watched you oblige.

"Better. So pretty." The praise went straight to your head. But you still struggled to keep your eyes open, feeling them flutter at each thrust.

"'I'll go a little faster now, alright?" You hastly nodded, but didn't expect the instant shift of pace. Welt had pressed himself further down to get that perfect angle, allowing him to directly plow back without leaving an inch.

Now it was getting harder and harder to comply with his command. But he did take pity on you, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. That allowed you to finally roll your eyes to the back of your head. Finally focusing on how the tip of his cock kept kissing the spongy wall of your cervix. He reached way too far but you loved every second of it.

You couldn't even voice out your orgasm, in fact, you hadn't even realize it was coming until it arrived. Your whole body tensed up Under his unforgiving pounding, your trembling fingers gripped his shoulders for dear life. And you swore you almost came again upon hearing the low groan he emitted- as he felt your tender and battered pussy clench down like a vice.

The feeling was addictive, Fucking you through your orgasm was maybe one of the best thing there was on earth. Truly. How your body struggled to adapt, spasming at each thrusts, the way your lips babbled sweet Nothings, mixed with your cries. And the best of all, how you so beautifully creamed around his girth.

It did take him a few minutes to finally accept his own climax, but at this point you were long gone- mentally broken by the overstimulation.

Balls deep.

He wouldn't have it any other way. It allowed his thick load to finally claim its spot in your womb- pushing it further and further Inside. The growl he let out against your neck was music to your ears, he'd take a few testing thrusts, a twisted way of waking you up from your daze.

"How're you feeling angel?" He rasped out, pushing himself up to analyze your state.

And what a poor state you were in.

You didn't think it was over, did you?

"That's unlike her to miss breakfast… Who saw her the last?" March pointed out inbetween mouthfuls of pancakes, waving the sugary treat in the air as to catch everyone's attention.

Welt could only take a very, very long glance at today's journal news.

"Oh I Wonder… Welt?" But of course Himeko wouldn't let him dodge that one. He froze upon being called out, leaning his journal down and mimicing deep thoughts.

"Yesterday's trip must've tired her out, she's most probably resting back in her bedroom." He gave out a curt smile, a lie that looked trustable enough for March to resume her eating. But not for Dan Heng. "Weird… I knocked on her door this Morning and it was unlocked, no signs of her inside."

He hadn't expected him to pry further, and clearly didn't expect him to seek you out so early in the morning either. Welt oriented his glare towards the table they all sat around, not trusting himself to look at Dan Heng very fondly right now.

Of course you weren't in your room, you were in his- safely tucked in the comfort of his bed.

"Surely in the bathroom." The fact that it was Welt who kept answering these questions made it all painfully obvious. Himeko Simply let out a sigh, picking up her own cup of coffee to finish.

"You're a petty man."

"I know."

Pheeewww, my first one! I don't know why I had that in my mind... but oh well

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urdreamydoodles · 6 months ago

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X-Men x Reader (Part.1)

They are being mind-controled by a villain and they believe you cheated on them (Part.1)

A fog has settled between you, a cruel illusion woven by unseen hands. The X-Man, your beloved, now look at you with wounded eyes, twisted by whispers that cloud their trust.

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier & Bobby Drake

Logan Howlett aka. Wolverine

- When Logan confronts you, it’s with an intensity that feels like it could crack the very air around you. His accusations are sharp, his words biting, and you barely recognize the man standing before you. He paces like a caged animal, his fists clenched, and his usually calm eyes are clouded with betrayal. Despite your confusion and protests, he remains adamant, pain flickering in his expression as he tries to push you away.

- You try to explain, to reach him, but Logan’s too deep in the hurt. He accuses you of breaking his trust, the one thing he’s rarely given anyone, and every word feels like a wound that digs deeper into both of you. Watching him struggle is heartbreaking—Logan, who’s faced everything with bravery, looks broken, vulnerable, and angry all at once, and it’s all directed at you.

- Days pass after the confrontation, and Logan distances himself from you entirely. He spends time in isolation, wrestling with his inner demons, consumed by a pain that he believes you’ve caused. Though you know the truth, his cold behavior is excruciating, and you can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever trust you again. You feel the loss of him like a piece of yourself gone missing.

- It’s a week later when the haze finally lifts from Logan’s mind, and the weight of realization crashes down on him. He remembers every word he threw at you, the devastation on your face, and it feels like claws are raking across his heart. He immediately knows he’s made a terrible mistake, that he’s been manipulated, and that he let it tear the two of you apart.

- Logan doesn’t waste a second after the truth comes to light. He finds you, standing before you with an unfamiliar vulnerability in his posture. The look in his eyes is almost childlike, full of remorse and guilt. He barely knows where to start, his voice barely above a whisper as he says, “Darlin’, I messed up… and I’m so sorry.”

- His apology is raw, filled with regret as he struggles to find the right words to convey the depth of his remorse. Logan isn’t one to be emotional, but there’s something vulnerable in the way he reaches for your hand, as if afraid you’ll pull away. He admits to letting his fears get the best of him and begs you to forgive him, acknowledging that he never should’ve doubted you.

- You accept his apology, though the pain is still there. But when Logan pulls you into his arms, holding you like he’s terrified to let go, the walls around your heart start to crack. He promises, over and over, that he’ll make it right, that he’ll spend the rest of his life proving he’ll never doubt you again. His words are like balm to your broken heart, and slowly, you let him back in.

Remy LeBeau aka. Gambit

- Remy’s confrontation is full of drama and heartbreak. His usual charm is gone, replaced by a sharp bitterness you’ve never seen from him before. He speaks with an edge, accusing you of betrayal, and it feels like he’s tearing your heart apart with each accusation. His voice is uncharacteristically quiet, pained, and he looks at you as though you’ve ripped his heart out.

- He’s visibly devastated, masking his hurt with sarcasm and bitterness as he tries to process what he thinks you’ve done. When you try to explain, he cuts you off, refusing to let you defend yourself, as if he’s afraid that hearing you out would only deepen the wound. Remy, who’s usually so open and loving, now feels closed off, unreachable.

- The days that follow are painful, as Remy retreats into himself, haunted by the idea that you betrayed him. He’s normally social and outgoing, but you notice he’s withdrawn, spending more time alone. He’s haunted by the memories of the life you built together, struggling with an emptiness that seems to swallow him whole.

- The moment the mind control breaks, Remy’s world feels like it’s spinning. The realization of his mistake hits him hard, and guilt floods every part of him. He sees, painfully, that his trust was manipulated, and the weight of his accusations toward you crushes him. He spends sleepless nights thinking of how he hurt you, how he let himself be blinded.

- He seeks you out immediately, carrying flowers as a small gesture of peace, his hands shaking slightly as he approaches. Remy’s usual swagger is nowhere to be seen, replaced with a genuine, almost desperate sincerity. He tells you how sorry he is, his voice trembling as he explains how he was played, how he let his fears consume him.

- Remy’s apology is heartfelt, filled with regret, as he stands before you vulnerable and bare. He acknowledges that he should have trusted you, that he let his insecurities get the better of him. His words are raw, his gaze intense as he begs you to forgive him. The flowers fall from his hands as he reaches for yours, a silent plea for another chance.

- When you finally forgive him, Remy’s relief is palpable. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he swears he’ll never doubt you again. His lips brush against your forehead, his voice barely a whisper as he promises to rebuild the trust he shattered. In that moment, you feel the depth of his love and regret, and your heart begins to heal.

Kurt Wagner aka. Nightcrawler

- Kurt’s confrontation is heartbreaking and full of sorrow. He approaches you with tears in his eyes, struggling to voice his accusations because the very thought pains him deeply. His faith in you has been his rock, and now, it feels like that foundation has been cracked. He’s devastated, his voice soft but filled with agony as he asks if it’s true.

- He tries to maintain his calm demeanor, but you can see the turmoil in his eyes. Kurt’s normally gentle spirit is marred by doubt, and every word he says feels like a dagger to his own heart. His hurt is almost palpable, and it’s clear he’s wrestling with the pain of even thinking you could betray him.

- In the days that follow, Kurt’s heartache is evident in his every action. He goes through the motions, struggling with his faith, his love, and his broken trust. He distances himself, praying for guidance but feeling lost without you by his side. The ache of loneliness gnaws at him, leaving him hollow and uncertain.

- When the mind control is finally lifted, Kurt’s guilt is immediate and overwhelming. He realizes that he was manipulated, that he was led to doubt the one person he trusts most in the world. The weight of that mistake crushes him, and he falls to his knees in prayer, asking for forgiveness before he can even face you.

- Kurt finds you with a heavy heart, his usual gentle smile replaced with a look of remorse. He takes your hands in his, looking at you with tear-filled eyes as he begins to apologize. His voice trembles, filled with the weight of his regret, as he tells you how deeply he’s sorry for doubting you, for letting his fears take over.

- His apology is sincere, and his words are filled with emotion as he explains the mental manipulation he fell under. Kurt admits that he should have trusted in your love, that he should have held on to the faith he always had in you. He looks at you with a sadness that pierces your heart, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek as he asks for your forgiveness.

- When you forgive him, Kurt’s relief is visible in every part of his being. He holds you close, whispering promises of love and trust, his embrace warm and full of tenderness. He presses a kiss to your forehead, vowing never to let anything come between you again. In his arms, you feel the depth of his love and the healing of the wounds that the villain’s manipulations tried to create.

Scott Summers aka. Cyclops

- Scott’s confrontation with you is direct and intense, as he’s always been the type to tackle issues head-on. His voice is steely as he lays out what he believes he’s discovered, his emotions restrained but still evident in the tension in his jaw and the way his hands clench at his sides. He’s hurt, yes, but also furious, struggling to understand how someone he trusts so deeply could have supposedly betrayed him.

- You try to explain yourself, but Scott cuts you off, his tone sharp and pained. He refuses to listen, his normally calm and rational mind clouded by the betrayal he believes he’s facing. His words sting, each one landing with the force of his suppressed anger, leaving you feeling both confused and devastated. Seeing him like this, distant and cold, breaks something inside of you.

- The days that follow are almost unbearable. Scott avoids you at every turn, burying himself in his responsibilities as a leader, his emotions carefully hidden behind a mask of professionalism. He’s always been committed to his duty, but now he throws himself into it with an almost unhealthy intensity, trying to ignore the ache of what he thinks is lost.

- When the mind control finally breaks, Scott feels the truth hit him like a physical blow. The realization that he’s been manipulated, that he allowed a villain to cloud his judgment and shatter his trust in you, fills him with an overwhelming guilt. He replays every harsh word he threw at you, and each memory feels like a knife to his heart.

- Scott’s apology is quiet but incredibly sincere. He approaches you cautiously, clearly struggling with the weight of his guilt. His voice is thick with emotion as he explains what happened, admitting that he let his insecurities and fears get the best of him. For Scott, the loss of control over his emotions is almost as painful as the thought of having hurt you.

- He’s never been one to beg, but there’s a quiet desperation in his voice as he asks for your forgiveness, his hand gently reaching out to touch yours. He promises to do better, to trust you more deeply, to never let his own doubts cloud his love for you again. His words are steady, but there’s a vulnerability in his expression that speaks volumes.

- When you finally forgive him, Scott’s relief is palpable. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he whispers words of love and promises for the future. He’s still haunted by what he did, but your forgiveness allows him to finally let go, and he vows to spend every day proving just how much he trusts and values you.

Jean Grey aka. Marvel Girl / Phoenix

- Jean’s confrontation is heartbreaking. She approaches you cautiously, her voice soft yet filled with a quiet pain. Jean is sensitive to others’ emotions, and even as she accuses you, there’s a sadness in her eyes, like she’s already mourning what she thinks you’ve done. She wants to believe in you, but the thought of betrayal has left her shaken.

- As you try to explain yourself, Jean listens with her arms crossed protectively over her chest, her expression pained. She’s torn, doubting herself as much as she doubts you, and each word you speak seems to only deepen her confusion. It’s clear she’s struggling to make sense of her emotions, but she can’t bring herself to fully believe in your innocence.

- The days that follow are marked by an emptiness that seems to cling to her. Jean is normally warm and open, but now she’s withdrawn, avoiding everyone, especially you. She’s always been a source of strength for those around her, but now, the sense of betrayal has left her feeling isolated and alone, unable to find comfort in anything.

- When the mind control finally breaks, the realization of what happened hits her like a wave of relief and horror. She feels as though her heart has been shattered, and the guilt of having doubted you, even for a moment, consumes her. Jean has always valued honesty and empathy, and knowing she let her fears get the best of her is deeply painful.

- Jean’s apology is tender and filled with remorse. She finds you, her eyes brimming with tears, and she doesn’t hold back as she tells you just how sorry she is. She explains what happened, her voice thick with regret, admitting that she let her insecurities cloud her trust in you. For Jean, failing to see past the manipulation hurts as much as the thought of losing you.

- She takes your hands in hers, her grip gentle but firm, as she begs you to forgive her. Jean promises to trust in your love, to hold on to the connection you share, no matter what challenges come her way. Her vulnerability is evident, and you can see just how much this has affected her.

- When you finally forgive her, Jean’s relief is visible in every part of her being. She pulls you close, her arms wrapping around you as if afraid to let go. Her embrace is warm, her love tangible in the way she holds you, and you can feel the depth of her emotions as she promises to always trust you, no matter what obstacles they face.

Ororo Munroe aka. Storm

- Ororo’s confrontation with you is intense, though her tone is calm and collected, as always. She approaches you with a steely expression, her voice as cold as a winter storm. Ororo is a pillar of strength and wisdom, and the very idea of betrayal cuts deeply into her sense of trust. She doesn’t raise her voice, but every word she speaks feels like a carefully controlled strike.

- You try to explain yourself, but Ororo listens with an unreadable expression, her gaze piercing. She’s hurting, and though she tries to hide it, there’s a pain in her eyes that you can’t ignore. Ororo is normally compassionate and understanding, but this supposed betrayal has left her wounded, her trust shaken in a way she’s not used to.

- The days that follow are marked by a coldness in her demeanor. Ororo throws herself into her work, her usual warmth and empathy replaced by a distant, almost unreachable demeanor. She is always the voice of reason and calm, but now, her heart feels like it’s frozen, and even her connection to nature feels strained, as if reflecting her internal turmoil.

- When the mind control finally breaks, the realization of her mistake crashes down on her. Ororo is a woman of honor, and the thought that she let her trust waver, even under manipulation, is deeply painful. The guilt of having doubted you feels like a storm raging inside her, and she knows that she has to make things right.

- Ororo’s apology is graceful yet heartfelt. She approaches you with humility, her usual poise softened by the vulnerability in her expression. She explains what happened, her voice steady but filled with emotion, and she admits that she should have trusted in the love you share. For Ororo, letting herself be manipulated feels like a failure, and she’s determined to prove that it won’t happen again.

- She reaches out, her hand resting gently on yours as she asks for your forgiveness. Ororo speaks from the heart, her words filled with sincerity as she promises to always trust in the bond you share. Her gaze is intense, filled with the promise of a renewed commitment, and there’s a quiet strength in her apology that reassures you of her love.

- When you finally forgive her, Ororo’s relief is like a breath of fresh air. She pulls you into a gentle embrace, her arms wrapped around you with a warmth that only she can offer. You feel the calmness of her presence, the quiet strength that has always been her hallmark, and she holds you close, vowing that she’ll never let doubt come between you again.

Anna Marie aka. Rogue

- Rogue’s confrontation is a mix of frustration and heartbreak. She’s never one to mince words, and she lets her emotions pour out as she confronts you, her accent thicker as she struggles to control the pain in her voice. Her fists are clenched, and though she’s trying to stay calm, it’s clear that the betrayal she thinks has happened is tearing her apart.

- She listens as you try to explain, but the disbelief in her gaze cuts deep. Rogue has always struggled with trust, knowing how it feels to be hurt and left behind, so the idea that you could have done something like this shatters her. She’s hurting so deeply, and though she wants to believe you, she feels trapped by the manipulation that’s clouded her judgment.

- After the confrontation, Rogue withdraws, finding solace in her usual haunts and her own thoughts. She’s normally the life of the room, with her vibrant personality and teasing charm, but now, there’s a heaviness to her that makes her seem a million miles away. She hides her pain behind a facade, trying to convince herself that maybe she’s better off without you.

- When the mind control finally fades, Rogue is overwhelmed with guilt and anger at herself for having doubted you. The realization that she’s been tricked feels like salt in an open wound, and she’s furious with the villain who manipulated her, as well as herself for not trusting in your love. She hates that she let her insecurities control her.

- Rogue’s apology is raw and filled with emotion. She approaches you with hesitation, her voice soft but steady as she admits she was wrong. She’s not one to beg, but there’s a vulnerability in her tone as she asks for your forgiveness. She admits how much it hurt her to doubt you and promises to trust in you and your love no matter what.

- She reaches out to take your hand, her touch light but comforting, as she looks you in the eyes. Rogue doesn’t shy away from expressing how much you mean to her, and her words are filled with sincerity as she tells you just how deeply she loves you and wants to make things right. She’s always been fiercely loyal, and now she’s more determined than ever to prove that to you.

- When you forgive her, Rogue pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you like she never wants to let go. There’s a strength in her hug, a silent promise that she’ll never let doubt come between you again. She pulls back with a soft smile, her eyes bright and full of love, and you know that from now on, she’ll do whatever it takes to keep the bond between you strong and unbreakable.

Erik Lehnsherr aka. Magneto

- Erik’s confrontation is cold, calculated, and full of barely-contained fury. He approaches you with an unyielding gaze, his tone low and laced with an intensity that makes it clear he’s already decided that you’ve betrayed him. His words are sharp, and each one feels like a dagger as he demands an explanation, his trust shattered by what he thinks you’ve done.

- When you try to explain yourself, Erik listens with a hardened expression, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He’s always been cautious with his heart, knowing all too well the pain of betrayal, so for him to believe you’ve done this shakes him to his core. His past experiences with betrayal and loss have left deep scars, and it’s clear that this supposed act has reopened old wounds.

- Afterward, Erik distances himself, retreating into solitude as he wrestles with the pain of what he thinks has happened. He becomes colder, more withdrawn, his usual fiery passion tempered by an icy demeanor. His actions are precise and methodical, each one a way to distract himself from the hurt, but the pain is ever-present, a reminder of what he believes he’s lost.

- When the mind control is finally lifted, Erik feels a mix of fury and regret. The realization that he’s been manipulated by a villain fills him with rage, but there’s an even deeper sense of shame at having let himself believe that you could hurt him like this. He’s always prided himself on his strength and resilience, but this has left him feeling vulnerable in a way he despises.

- Erik’s apology is as intense as the rest of him. He approaches you with a quiet, almost hesitant air, his voice softened by remorse as he admits that he was wrong to doubt you. For a man as proud as Erik, admitting a mistake is not easy, and the vulnerability in his eyes speaks volumes about how much he values you and your love.

- He promises to trust you more, his words laden with a rare tenderness as he takes your hand. Erik isn’t used to apologies, but he does his best, vowing to never let anyone or anything come between you again. He’s learned a painful lesson, and he’s determined to show you just how much he cares, no matter what it takes.

- When you forgive him, Erik’s relief is subtle but profound. He pulls you into a close embrace, his touch firm yet gentle as he holds you. There’s a newfound warmth in his gaze as he looks at you, a silent vow that he’ll never let his own fears come between you again. From that moment on, he’s more protective and devoted than ever, his love for you deeper and more unbreakable.

Charles Xavier aka. Professor X

- Charles’ confrontation with you is calm, but there’s an unmistakable sadness in his eyes. He’s not one to leap to conclusions, but the evidence he believes he’s seen has left him deeply conflicted. His voice is gentle as he explains his suspicions, but the pain in his tone is palpable, each word carrying the weight of the trust he thinks has been broken.

- As you try to explain, Charles listens carefully, his gaze never wavering, though his expression is clouded with doubt. He’s always been a strong believer in empathy and understanding, but the thought of betrayal from someone he loves has shaken him to the core. There’s a sadness in him that’s hard to miss, and each word you speak seems to deepen the sorrow in his eyes.

- In the days that follow, Charles retreats into his own thoughts, often lost in contemplation as he tries to make sense of his emotions. He’s a compassionate man, and the idea of mistrusting someone he loves feels foreign to him. His interactions with others are quieter than usual, and there’s a noticeable tension in his usually serene demeanor.

- When the mind control finally breaks, Charles is flooded with relief and regret. Realizing that he’s been manipulated fills him with a sense of guilt, and he’s angry at himself for not seeing through the trickery. He’s a powerful telepath, but even he is not immune to the pain of betrayal, and knowing he doubted you leaves him feeling ashamed.

- Charles’ apology is heartfelt and deeply sincere. He approaches you with a gentleness that is uniquely his, his voice filled with remorse as he admits that he let his own fears cloud his judgment. He speaks from the heart, explaining how much he values your love and how he intends to trust you more deeply in the future.

- Taking your hand in his, Charles promises to never let his own insecurities or doubts come between you again. He looks at you with a tenderness that speaks volumes, his eyes filled with the quiet strength and unwavering devotion that have always defined him. He assures you that he’s learned from this experience and that he’ll always trust in the bond you share.

- When you forgive him, Charles’ relief is almost palpable. He holds you close, his embrace warm and comforting as he whispers words of gratitude and love. There’s a peace in his expression that hasn’t been there since this whole ordeal began, and you can feel the depth of his commitment to you in the way he holds you. Charles may have been hurt, but he’s come out of this with a renewed determination to cherish and protect the love you share.

Bobby Drake aka. Iceman

- When Bobby confronts you, there’s an unusual edge to his usually playful demeanor. His blue eyes, usually filled with warmth and laughter, are clouded with hurt and disbelief. He struggles to keep his voice steady as he asks for an explanation, his usual humor replaced by a seriousness that you’ve rarely seen from him.

- Bobby tries to be logical about it, but it’s clear he’s barely holding himself together. He’s normally the fun, lighthearted one, always quick to crack a joke, but now he can barely bring himself to look at you without pain flickering across his face. There’s a heartbreaking vulnerability in the way he seems so lost, and it’s clear he’s battling with his own insecurities.

- After the confrontation, Bobby avoids you, feeling embarrassed about his emotions but too hurt to stay near. He doesn’t want his friends to see him like this, so he tries to hide his pain with a mask of indifference. He throws himself into training and missions, trying to push down the heartbreak he feels whenever he thinks about what he believes happened.

- When the mind control finally fades, Bobby feels a rush of guilt and disbelief. The realization that he’s been tricked hits him hard, and he’s furious that he doubted you. He’s known for his resilience, but the idea that he let his own insecurities and fears cloud his judgment leaves him feeling deeply ashamed.

- Bobby’s apology is genuine and filled with remorse. He approaches you with his heart on his sleeve, fumbling over his words as he tries to express just how sorry he is for not believing in you. He’s clearly nervous, but his eyes are filled with sincerity as he admits his mistakes, promising to never let anything come between you again.

- He reaches out to hold your hand, his touch soft and careful as he confesses just how much you mean to him. Bobby may be a jokester, but his apology is anything but. He pours out his feelings, his usual carefree attitude replaced with a quiet determination to make things right and prove that he’ll never doubt you again.

- When you forgive him, Bobby’s face lights up with relief and joy. He pulls you into a tight hug, laughing softly as he holds you close, promising to always trust you and to work on his insecurities. From that moment on, he’s even more devoted, making sure to show you just how much he cherishes every moment with you.

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enjakey · 1 month ago

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One Night

Pairing: Jake x Fem!Reader

uhmmm sooo, how did I write this fic (7k) in a day?? To be fair, it's kind of shitty. And it's my first time using second person in a long time so my writing style changed to accommodate. My brain is like fried.

Oh, if I met Jake like this, I think I'd just faint. It's the dream of every Jake stan, isn't it? And bruh I seriously cannot write smut for the life of me so I just like... blabbered. But damn bro, sex with Jake seems so... Anyways, thank you for reading guys!

Writing this fic kinda made me hurt. Miss Jake so much rn- did not think that was something I could physically feel. There's not much plot. It's all soft and gooey and what I think meeting Jake irl in these circumstances would go like. Lot's of confusion and wtf is happening from the reader's side.

Summary: in which ENHYPEN argues with their shitty excuse for a management and Jake storms out, convinced that his night is ruined. Until he meets you in the elevator and makes it his mission to be beside you the whole time because you are an ENGENE and he loves his fans. But will the night's decisions get you in trouble? Will the night's decisions leave you in shambles when you wake up the next day? Only one way to find out...

They didn’t really know how it happened but they found themselves tangled in a screaming match with their management and staff. It was ill-timed, really, but inevitable- this argument, this confrontation of sorts. Sunghoon’s hotel room had converged into a crossroads- first, he was talking to his manager, then the staff came in to defend themselves and then some of the producers and finally, his members, slipped through the crack of his door as they heard the hallway echoing with ruckus.

One of the staff members, standing at the corner of the room, almost disappearing behind the door, whispered to Jungwon about what was happening. Sunghoon had been followed- it was an old man, seemingly hired by a crazed fan who wanted to know the group’s whereabouts. Sunghoon, unbeknownst, assuming that being in a different country would allow him more freedom around commoners, was helping the man’s feigned sense of loss in direction. Until he was followed into the hotel’s elevator and he had to scheme himself into safety. He was alone, he was afraid and finally, he simply didn’t want to leave his room after that.

“Sunghoon, this is the most we can do,” one of the staff members said, stone-faced and adamant as they always were.

ENHYPEN’s manager stood against the window, hand in his face as he hid from the members’ glares. They loved their manager, they truly did- the charismatic, handsome, long-haired man who was almost like a parent to them. But children had a tendency of growing both hatred and love towards their parents and this was one of those times.

“He was literally followed,” Heeseung’s loud voice ricocheted between the four barren walls of the hotel room. Everyone was looking at him now, watching the way his brows contorted into anger, teeth gritting from disappointment, arm stretched out to disrespectfully point at everyone- it was threatening, scary to look at.

Jungwon, attempting to calm his Hyung, stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t shout,” he said to him, but the anger on his face was equal and evident, voice low and unwavering. Then he looked at his manager who was still avoiding their gaze. Then he looked at the staff and producers. “Are you realising how bad this looks?”

Sunghoon, who was curled up on the couch, legs pulled to his chest as a pillow slotted behind his back, was looking at the ruckus, eyes moving back and forth between the people that were defending him and the people who were supposed to protect him- supposed to. Sunoo and Jay found their way to him, sitting on either side of him, head tilted as their hands caressed his shoulder.

“I could have been hurt,” Sunghoon said, a flat voice stating a very obvious possibility.

“But you’re not,” the staff member said. “You were smart enough to get yourself out of the situation.”

Finally, their manager opened his mouth. He stretched a finger out to start speaking, lips parting as he exhaled- but the words were caught in his throat. “He shouldn’t have to-” he was silenced by the snapping stare of a producer.

Niki, the youngest in the room, wasn’t sure if he had a say at all in this conversation. By looks, he was the strongest- sure. Tall, muscular, glaring gazes that could instill fear in those that didn’t know him. But in situations like this, when they were discussing safety and technicalities, he wasn’t sure what to say. In his head, it was a simple- if the members needed protection, the company should be able to provide it. They had the money, they had the resources and they had the means- so what was stopping them? His brain scrambled and ultimately, he found himself crouching in front of Sunghoon, back resting on his legs, watching the argument continue- he was disgusted.

“Are you realising there are worse people out there?” Heeseung was still yelling. He wasn’t sure how to lower his voice- he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, heart thumping angrily against his chest. “One day, one of us will go missing because of your poor security-”

“The security we give you isn’t poor,” one of the producers insisted.

Jake was never passive during such arguments. He had anger issues- quite mild, the kind his members and people on the internet could securely point out and tease him for. But behind closed doors, when it was needed, he was the one pointing fingers, raising his voice, yelling and demanding respect. Then there were times that he was quiet when he was simply- refusing to speak, just sitting there with hard eyes, a clenched jaw and fidgeting fingers, deep in thought. But that night? He didn’t know what kind of angry he was- it all almost felt comical, unbelievable what their management was saying.

“You’re being serious?” Jake’s eyes widened at the producer. “So, all the mobs in the airports, all the times people have literally engulfed and pulled us apart- that’s great security, right?”

Dumbfounded, Jungwon reached for Jake’s arm. “Hyung-”

“No, he’s right,” Heeseung nodded. “You throw in a few bodyguards and call it a day- but are you realising that it's borderline traumatic?”

Their bodyguards were huge, burly men. They could push people away with a flick of their fingers- and they were grateful for that. They wouldn’t know how to survive in the public without them. But then there were the times when the management would simply allow them to be touched, being mauled over as some sort of stunt. And then they weren’t grateful anymore, suddenly aware of the fact that they were no longer human- they were pawns in a sick web of Korea’s biggest entertainment industry.

“We know you do it on purpose sometimes,” Jake’s voice continued to raise. “The extra journalists, the extra crowd that records us-”

“It’s dehumanizing,” Jay said, his gaze still on Sunghoon. “It’s not right.”

“It’s all for a reason,” the staff answered. “You’ll thank us for it, one day.”

The room, in fact, became louder than it did before- Sunghoon didn’t realise that could happen. And he almost felt guilty for even bringing it up. Maybe he should have forgotten the incident, forgotten the way his blood went cold when he realised his safety was compromised. But now, in the process of defending him, his members could get in trouble. And their management was not shy about punishment or probation.

People were talking over each other now, pointing fingers and throwing curse words like they were tennis balls- well, it was mostly the members cursing. The management was only feeding them threats of overworking them, not giving them enough breaks, adding onto their already packed schedules.

“We’re going to wake you up early for an extra hour of practice tomorrow,” the staff stated, blankly, as though after all that had happened, the members were about to obey.

“Do you think we’re kids?” Heeseung scoffed. “To threaten us with early bedtime?”

Jungwon almost laughed. “This is a joke, right? We’re talking about our safety here. Our lives could possibly be in danger-”

Jake didn’t really know what Jungwon said after that- he was already out the door. It slammed behind him, locking, and it took a hot second for Sunoo to open it and call for Jake who was already halfway down the hallway. He felt bad for ignoring Sunoo’s calls, guilty. But in that moment, as he realised the insignificance in the hierarchy he and his members were placed in, he couldn’t care less.

He first went back to his room, changing out of his sweaty and grim pyjamas and into something presentable. Then he put on a jacket, a mask over his face and a cap on his head and he was out of his room again and made his way towards the lift, hands stuffed in his pockets as fists, the anger refusing to leave his brows.

Having had a room on the top floor, when he entered the lift, it was empty. The white lights flickered and they strained Jake’s eyes. As it descended, more people spilled in and out, oblivious to Jake’s identity and fame. It felt good to not be recognised when he didn’t want to be. But the elevator ride felt long, stopping between every third floor because someone was either getting on or getting off. Until finally, it was only him and another girl in the elevator, waiting to reach the ground floor.

She stood sideways, leaning against the metal wall so her side profile was visible to Jake but he didn’t pay much attention to her. He simply stared straight ahead, awaiting the ping of the elevator (that felt like it would never come) and for the doors to open (which felt like it would never happen). He was sure she didn’t pay much attention to him either, her eyes trained on her glaring phone screen, the external world deafened by earphones that were feeding music into her ears.

She probably didn’t realise how loud her humming truly was but Jake could hear it, the undeniable melody of a Kendrick Lamar song that he and his members loved to listen to during extended car rides. He cracked a smile that was hidden behind his mask, letting his eyes glance towards her for a brief second. She, too, was wearing a cap similar to his, her hair pushed back so it wouldn’t fall on her face. She wore a short denim skirt, pantyhose and one of those shoes that had thick soles that added a few inches to height. Her shirt was long and loose, a thick brown flannel.

It was like looking at the female version of himself.

Well, that was all it was. Jake didn’t pay much heed to it- he simply stared at the elevator doors again, wondering how much longer they’d have to stand in its godforsaken awkwardness. But then he heard it, unmistakably, the tune of a vaguely familiar song- his song, their song, slipping past her lips-

He shook his head. There was no way.

It could have been any song, or maybe his ears were deceiving him. But then the words “like a fever” slipped out of her throat and there was no more denying it.

For a moment, only because of the events of the night, Jake got defensive. His muscles tensed and his eyes froze on the elevator buttons- a few more floors and he would be out of there. He wanted to trust that he wasn’t being followed, that this random girl didn’t in fact know of his identity. And he wanted to trust that his features were hidden by his mask and his cap. Surely, people weren't crazy enough to actually harm him, right?

He thought back to all the horror stories he’s heard other idols talk about before. How once, when a few members of TXT were on a v-live and a fan knocked on their hotel room door- she had followed them, tracked them down and wanted to speak to them as if it was the most normal thing to do. And another time, a few members of BLACKPINK had been given presents by their fans but it was found that there were cameras in them. There were stories about some fans stalking and finding the addresses of idols’ houses, sneaking in and taking pictures. And then there was the old tale of how the entirety of EXO was almost kidnapped by their bus driver.

Why was he thinking of all of that? Something similar happened to him, too. Someone took pictures of him sleeping on a plane and uploaded them on the internet. He woke up to the news in utter disbelief and horror and suddenly, he felt unsafe- icky, weird.

It was insane.

But surely, Jake wasn’t being stalked, right? The chances of something like this happening to two people on the same night was lower than seeing a double rainbow… right?

But then, he thought back to all the good memories he’s had with fans- the ones who asked him interesting questions during fanmeets, the ones who were respectful of his personal space and didn’t touch him while taking pictures, the one who made him spotify playlists and bought him his favourite albums, the ones who made funny and supportive posters for him to laugh at during concerts and the ones who approached him cautiously if seen in person. He once bumped into a pair of ENGENEs at a Prada shop and bought them perfume- like he promised.

Unintentionally, without meaning to, his eyes softly trained on the girl in front of him, his lips started to move. And the words spilled out of his mouth before his brain could even stop him.

“Are you an ENGENE?”

The air that circulated around the elevator stilled and Jake almost regretted it. His hands balled up beside him, chewing his lips in anticipation as the girl looked up in confusion. Brows furrowed, lips crinkling into something of a purse, eyes narrowed.

He was barely audible but you heard him and had to take one of your earphones out. The other one continued playing FEVER by ENHYPEN and your brain couldn’t process what was happening anymore. It was funny, really, for your brain to still be comprehending the song’s lyrics while reading the expression of the man beside you through only his eyes. First, they were wide with anticipation, then they softened, crinkling- perhaps because he was smiling behind that mask.

There was no question about it- it wasn’t something you needed to mull or think over. Your brain didn’t buffer trying to figure out who this man was. You just knew- beneath that mask and his cap and his baggy clothes and his eyes that shone under the nasty elevator light- you just knew.

“Jake?”

He continued smiling as your voice lowered in disbelief, squeaking into almost a whisper. You could imagine it- his smile- wide and toothy, filling half his face. From all the videos you had watched of him and his members, all the edits and reels, his face was etched into your imagination. A fragment of your imagination, a corner of the internet you never thought you’d ever meet because you either weren’t that lucky and could never afford their concert tickets, was now standing in front of you, an unwavering softness in the way he looked at you.

Then you actually looked at him, took him in. Taller than you, burlier than you had expected, skin a bit glowy under the elevator lights. He was dressed a bit suspiciously, not that you noticed him, with the mask and the cap- like it was obvious that he was trying to hide himself and gave himself away too easily. He wore a gray sweater, a black pair of jeans that were layered with more fabric (your friends would definitely call them questionable), a puffer jacket and chunky shoes,

Your eyes that were trailing down his frame snapped back up again to meet his eyes.

“Is it really that cold?”

The second you asked the question, the elevator doors opened (finally) and a burst of cold air entered the space they stood in. Your hair blew to the side and Jake’s expression changed into something of a grin, a meek regret of sorts. The music in your earphones started playing the instrumentals of XO (ONLY IF YOU SAY YES) and suddenly, the weight in the atmosphere shifted and the two of you were left… just staring at each other.

Jake took steps forward and you walked backwards, exiting the confines of the elevator and onto the streets, phone still gripped in your hand, music drowned out by his gaze on you. The streets were dark, a lone cherry blossom tree letting its petals wilt onto the road. Street Lights glow dimly and the pedestrians walking past you were so oblivious, so clueless to what had just happened.

You… were standing in front of Jake… a literal idol, a celebrity. And the most embarrassing part? You failed to recognise him- he recognised you.

You knew about a million people that would be jealous of you in that moment. You knew about a billion people that would kill to want to be you.

What did that mean?

You felt yourself shiver, suddenly aware of how thin your flannel was and the lack of coverage on your legs with a sheer pair of pantyhose. “Oh, God,” you breathed, crossing your arms and holding your flannel closer to yourself. By that point, the music playing from your phone was forgotten. Your earphones were tucked into your pockets, eyes looking past Jake’s shoulders trying to avoid eye contact.

You felt so… awkward. You had no clue what was appropriate to do in such a situation. Say hello? Introduce yourself? Bow? Walk the fuck away?

“Are you cold?” Jake, despite his question, was already ridding himself of his puffer jacket, carefully slipping his arms out of the slots of the sleeves.

“Oh… No- I couldn’t-”

“Here,” he stretched his arm out, holding the jacket out to you. He seemed genuine, almost persistent with the way he blinked at you.

“Jake…”

“It’s alright,” he stepped closer to you and draped the jacket on your shoulders. His fingers grazed your collarbones, bodies so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. And then he was gone as fast as he had come- a respectable distance between you once again. “Better?”

Your words choked in your throat, not sure of what to say. How would you give it back?

You nodded.

“It’s always good to meet a fan,” he said, seemingly out of the blue. “What are you doing out so late?”

You simply stared, lips parted, uncomfortable by the fact that he could read your expression so openly- every twitch of your eyes, every shift of your lips, every bat of your eyes. He, on the other hand, stayed hidden, like some sort of enigma- but he wasn’t. He was Jake. you knew that.

“Walk,” you managed to say. “Going for a walk.”

Jake knew that this entire exchange between him and a fan would get him into trouble- especially considering the events of the night. He was already on thin ice- storming out of the hotel without permission and all. He was sure his phone was being blown up by calls and messages, trying to get a hold of him. He hoped they’d give up. He was feeling rebellious that night, in the mood to deliberately get on the nerves of his management.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Jake didn’t exactly wait for you to respond. He simply started walking as if it was the most natural thing he could do. You watched him walk past you, making his way towards the footpath, an adorable skip in his step which you couldn’t admire because of the weight manifesting in your head- you were stressed, anxious.

You caught up to him.

“Are you even supposed to be out here?”

The question reached his ears with distaste- he didn’t like that a third party, a fan, knew he could potentially get in trouble for this. For whatever he was trying to do- run away? Make someone angry? Ruin things for himself? He wasn’t sure anymore. It felt like he had just discovered free will.

“Well, no,” he admitted with a sigh. He walked with a steadiness to him, allowing you to catch up with his stride. “Do you have a name I could call you by?”

You hesitated. “Y/N.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m really not.”

Wasn’t it the job of these idols to flatter their fans? To make them blush, giggle and fall off their face with the premade scripts and dialogues to use while meeting fans? You didn’t know whether it would be appropriate to assume that Jake was on the job- he looked like he wanted to escape. And he needed someone to cooperate with him.

“You’re gonna-” you licked your lips and sucked in a breath. “You’re gonna get in trouble.”

Jake smiled at her. “I’m not,” he lied straight through his teeth and past his smile- was it fake? Was it genuine?

You were confused. For the first time, finally, you allowed yourself to be confused. You were confused by the fact that you were following him, confused by the fact that he wanted to follow you, confused by the predicament you found yourself in. You could never even imagine yourself in such a situation- in all your daydreams, during all those times you let your thoughts wander when you were bored.

This was real. This was happening. Jake, in all his glory, with his smooth accent and happy-go-lucky attitude, was walking beside you- with you.

A few minutes ago, you were a normal girl with a boring life who was flown into town by your company for a business meeting.

Were you supposed to call yourself lucky?

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask-”

“That’s alright,” Jake cut you off. “You can ask me anything.”

You pursed your lips. “Right,” you said. “Why?”

“Why, what?” Jake gave you his signature titled-head of confusion. You found it adorable. But you couldn’t react to it.

“I really do think you’ll get in trouble.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“You really are a terrible liar.”

Jake stopped to laugh. He was actually laughing, squinting his eyes and clutching his chest as he threw his head back in laughter. But it wasn’t one of those loud laughs- it was soft, his giggles making you feel giddy too. But you just watched him as he adjusted his cap, a broken grin on your face.

“Fine, I’ll be honest,” Jake said and you hummed. But he didn’t continue immediately. He stood there in thought, wondering how to phrase his words. Jake really didn’t know how to put it lightly. “Promise you won’t tell anyone, though?”

Now, it was your turn to laugh. And you scoffed as well, giving him a look of disbelief. “Yeah, I got you.”

“We got into a huge fight with the management,” he admitted, continuing to walk again. The streets were empty. Obviously no one would be walking around at an ungodly hour- no one but you and Jake, apparently. “And I walked out. Angry. And I just… I guess, I couldn’t care less at the moment.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, and, well,” he continued, shrugging his shoulders. “I didn’t think I’d meet a fan in the lift. It’s always fun to meet an ENGENE, you know? My mood just instantly got better when I realised you were listening to FEVER.”

You- not someone. You.

“I don’t know how much you actually keep up with us-”

“Oh, well,” you cleared your throat, feeling blood rushing to your cheeks. “Not that much-”

“That’s alright-”

“I love your music,” you continued to say, almost defensive from the embarrassment. “And I watch all the youtube videos and stuff- but I’m not really… uhm, well. I’m not the type to keep up with your schedules. I didn’t know you guys were here.”

“No, I get it,” he chuckled. “You’ve got a life and all. As it should be.”

“Yeah, I’m here on a business trip, actually.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” Jake nodded. “But I don’t know if you know. I once said that if I meet ENGENEs in public, I’d buy them Prada. I’m just sad I can’t do that for you now. Considering the night.”

“Prada?” Jake could see the way you smiled, wide and with teeth, perplexed by what he was saying. “A bit much, no?”

“Never,” he shook his head. It was like his smile was permanent- because of you or because he was just Jake, you didn't know. “Is there anything I could get you right now, though?”

Your heart thumped. “No, that’s really not necessary.”

“No, I insist-”

“Jake, seriously, no-”

“You know I’m not gonna stop pestering you until you let me get you something.”

You exhaled. “Fine. But you pick.”

You didn’t know how you managed to even talk to him for so long without embarrassing yourself. You wanted to scream and giggle- but was any of it appropriate? Did any of this make sense- you walking and talking with Jake?

Five minutes later, Jake stopped at the first store he saw that was open- a convenience store. He led you in, hand hovering over you but never touching you. The cashier didn’t pay attention to you and played on his phone because who on Earth was wandering the streets at 2am? Jake followed you to the freezers at the back of the store- ice cream.

“This is kind of depressing,” Jake let out a breath, a chuckle along with it as you bent down to look through the vast amount of variety.

“Why?”

“Do you see the difference between Prada and convenience store ice store?”

You didn’t respond to him, instead pulling out a chocolate cone. It was cheap, it was familiar and it would hit the spot. Nothing could compare to chocolate ice cream.

“I’m getting this,” you announced, holding it in front of him. “You?”

Jake shook his head and placed a hand over his stomach. “I’m not really hungry.”

You looked at him with your lips tugging downwards- almost disappointed.

“What?”

“I’m not eating unless you’re eating.”

Jake, defeated, exhaled as he bent to look through which ice cream he wanted for the night.

He felt a warmth spread through his chest. Firstly, because you seemed to have loosened around him- not antsy, not flustered and not fidgety and stiff anymore. You finally looked comfortable wearing his jacket and speaking to him when he didn’t speak to you first. You had accepted the situation- accepted him- with no more paranoia. And secondly, because he hadn’t interacted like this outside his members in a while- domestic, plain, ordinary. In that moment, as you waited for him to find an ice cream and while you stood holding your chocolate cone, giddy and excited, you were just two people- a boy and a girl keeping each other company. An unspoken promise, a quiet understanding. Friends.

Jake settled for a grape lolly and you walked towards the cashier. He paid for it like he wanted to, a wad of crumpled dollar bills pulled out from his pocket and placed on the counter. Then you were out the automatic doors, engulfed by the cold of the night and warmth of the city lights again. It didn’t feel lonely anymore.

“Happy?” You asked while peeling off the wrapper.

“Sure,” Jake rolled his eyes.

Before unwrapping his lolly, Jake took his mask off. And it almost knocked the breath out of you. Because for the first time that night, Jake was no longer a half-covered figure. You could see him now- his lips, his nose, his cheeks that welled up when he smiled. He glowed differently, bright and alive.

“Like what you see?” His voice wasn’t muffled anymore.

He caught you staring, wide eyes as he innocently looked at you, as though his words and his attitude didn’t bring a burst of butterflies into your stomach.

You didn’t answer him. You simply kept walking, lifting your chocolate cone to lick a strip.

“Are we headed towards a particular destination?” You asked, watching him from the corner of your eyes as he bit into his lolly.

“Oh, no,” he shook his head, hissing from the cold on his tongue. “Unless you want to go somewhere.”

“No,” you shook your head.

And the conversation led nowhere. And the pair of you continued to eat your ice cream, pacing each other's footsteps, shoulders almost touching- almost not.

“What do you think of me, Y/N?” His voice was smooth, accent rolling off his tongue, eyes trained on the footpath in front of him. He asked confidently, not batting an eye, not regretting.

When you stuttered, he turned to look at you, lips wrapped around his lolly. You felt like collapsing.

“I… I don’t know you,” your voice muted to a whisper again, shying away from his gaze.

Jake chuckled. “Of course. But of whatever you do know of me…” he trailed off, indicating his question again.

“I think you’re one of the kindest people I’ve met.”

“Oh?”

You weren’t lying, you really weren’t. Because all your life, you’d met a lot of people and no one was ever as nice to you as Jake was being right now. He saw you without you needing to grab his attention- he chose to walk with you, he chose to have you as company and he chose to buy you ice cream when he didn’t have to. Not many people would be willing to do that for strangers.

It was nice to not be sidelined- for once in your life. You were tired of being seen through like you were some ghost. Tired of being ignored and tired of becoming invisible the moment someone more charming or attractive showed up.

God, how you were dreading the meeting tomorrow morning. You already knew how it would go- your voice would get lost in the room, your presence drowned out by louder, shinier people. The only time you were ever shown respect was when you raised your voice, when you got angry or sharp. You hated that version of yourself.

But not with Jake. Around him, you could be quiet- and still be seen.

“And from the few videos and interview clips I’ve seen,” you continued. “You seem like a great friend- a great person, honestly. Funny, caring, considerate. People see the way you look out for your members. And how you care about… just, everything. Kids. Animals. I think you’re great, Jake.”

Jake didn't really say anything to you. He just nodded, knowingly, a shy smile on his face, a hand to his heart. Then he giggled delicately, bringing his arm up to cover his mouth.

“But you can be a try hard sometimes.”

“Stop being a tease.”

You laughed.

Then he looked at you again, licking his lips before pulling his bottom lips between his teeth. Your stomach collapsed with butterflies again. “Tell me about yourself.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“Oh, come on,” Jake coaxed. He nudged his shoulder with yours and that was the first time he properly reached out to touch you. It felt different. It almost didn’t feel real. “I wanna know. Tell me.”

“What do you want to know?” You asked, suddenly self conscious. Your mind blanked because- what was so interesting about yourself that you could talk about?”

“Anything,” Jake nodded, confidently. He finished the last of his lolly and flicked it in a garbage pan you walked past. You threw your trash too. “Hobbies? Childhood? Family? Anything.”

“Okay.”

And so you told him. You told him about your childhood and the cozy neighbourhood you grew up in. You told him about your family- your average, not perfect but not broken family. You told him about your obsession with sharks growing up. And you told him about your obsession with languages which led you to perfecting random languages by the time you were a teen. You told him about your habit of reading- how, if you tried, you could finish an average sized book in a day. You told him about your obsession with horror and true crime.

“Of course.”

“Shut up.”

Then you told him about highschool. You told him about your closest friends. You told him about your past relationships- how you hadn’t really been with anyone since eighteen. Not because you didn’t want to but because things just never seemed to work out. You told him about college and how you somehow loved writing college essays because things were just more interesting, more widely accepting.

“God, I hated the citation part of essays.”

“Me too. But technology makes it easier.”

Then, you told him about how you discovered ENHYPEN in the first place. It was through an old high school friend, a girl you no longer spoke to but thought of every time you listened to GIVEN-TAKEN because it was the song she played to introduce you to them.

“Do you have a bias?”

“Would you be surprised if I said it was you?”

Somehow (your legs hurt and you wanted to sit), the pair of you sat on the ledge of a bridge, feet crossed and arms leaning back. The river flowed calmly beneath you, hair tossing your hair. Your conversation shifted to you explaining a behavioural psychology theory that had never made sense to you and Jake listened, intently, his eyes trained on yours, lips pursed.

Jake thought you were pretty. Now that he actually got to see you, talking comfortably, using animated hand gestures- he thought you were cute. He liked the way your eyes crinkle when you got excited about something you were talking about. He liked the way you kept shrugging to adjust his jacket that was on your shoulders. He liked the way your feet swayed while you spoke about something passionate. He liked your voice, clear and steady and touching all the perfect notes. He liked the way you looked up in thought when you tried recollecting a word that was on the tip of your tongue.

Suddenly, as he observed you, taking in the frame of your body and the expressions of your face, Jake realised what he was trying to do. And he understood the softness that came with his actions, why his heart kept skipping a beat when you said his name and why his breath hitched every time you made eye contact.

With a shaky breath, while you were still ranting, Jake removed his cap to card his fingers through his hair.

You weren’t talking anymore.

You were looking at him, finally taking in his bare face. No obstructions, just him and his beautifully sharp features and silky hair. His hair was long, almost bordering a mullet. It grew past his eyes and brushed against his lashes. The wind kept bothering him and you could see how he struggled with it- he kept running his fingers across his hair to adjust it. Then he looked at you, hair still blowing past his face, at your sudden silence.

“I like your hair?”

“What?”

“Your hair,” you said. “It’s nice long.”

Jake, absolutely stunned, could only blink at you. Then, with some sort of confidence, he leaned closer to you, pointing a finger to his hair. “Do you want to touch it?”

You almost flinched and leaned back but Jake stayed in position, looking at you with a cheeky smile and glistening eyes. Slowly, you reached your fingers towards him, the tips of your fingers making contact with his hair. Then, you slowly let your fingers be buried in them, racking your hand through his hair once, then twice, exhaling when you realised Jake enjoyed the act- you touching his hair. He looked like a puppy.

You retracted your hand.

“It’s soft,” you said and Jake sat back, holding his cap in his lap. His features twitched as his hair slapped his cheeks. You giggled. “Do you want a hair tie?”

“What?”

“A hair tie,” you said, slipping the band off your wrist and showing it to him. Jake mumbled something grateful to you and took it, reaching up to tie his hair in a very short pony- a half updo of sorts. A few strands of his bangs hung loose when he looked at you, finding approval of his hairstyle. You chewed on your bottom lip watching him. “You look nice like this.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded and looked away, afraid of the proximity of his face, of his body, of his touch. Were you allowed to feel this way? To yearn for something you knew you couldn’t have? It only made sense to be cautious… right?

“Your turn, Jake.”

“What?”

“To yap,” you grinned, staring at the endless expanse of water in front of you, a blanket of stars above you. “I did, now it’s your turn.”

After some thought, Jake talked about the only thing he knew to talk about- physics. Well, he was lying, he could be talking about so many other things- his family, his fans, his members, his time in I-Land, the management, their big fight before he stormed off- but he didn’t want to bother you with those things. He wanted to be stuck in a space of comfort and ease. Where he could lean into you to get that shy expression out of your face again because he liked it. He didn’t want to see you pity him- not you, not tonight.

So, he talked about Schrodinger’s cat and why black holes could kill you and how stars eventually burst due to nothing but its weight collapsing within itself.

Through it all, you listened with a nodding head and attentive eyes, occasionally asking him a question when to get him to elaborate. he didn’t know it and you wouldn’t tell him (because it was unusual enough, this whole predicament) but you savoured his accent. The Internet talked about it all the time- how they wanted more of Jake in English, how they wanted more of his accent. And you experienced it all, right beside you, indulging you in his life.

Jake ended up talking about Australia. He told you about the occasional barbeques with his brother and dad, the way he used to stroll the streets with his skateboard and how his dad took him fishing all the time. He told you about his mom and his older brother and how their age gap was often surprising. He told you about Layla and the pottery bowl he made for her (which you knew because of their EN-LOG video but you wouldn’t mention it). He told you about his favourite food and his favourite brand of wine.

And the pair of you were walking again because someone mentioned that it was 4:30 am and that it was probably best to head back. Neither of you wanted to. Neither of you moved for a minute, just staring, sometimes at each other and sometimes at your hands.

“You have a performance in the morning.”

“And you have a meeting.”

On your walk back, your hands kept brushing and your shoulders kept bumping. Eventually, his pinky had hooked onto yours and you didn’t push him away. You let his warmth creep onto you as he bit his lip and looked at you with a storm brewing in his eyes. You wanted to believe it was innocent, just something cute between a fan and an idol but then he intertwined his fingers with yours and you weren’t sure anymore.

You weren’t sure how to react anymore. You weren’t sure how you weren’t already combusting from the inside out.

It was like you were two people newly in love, unsure of how to act, unsure of how to show appropriate affection.

But was anything about this appropriate?

Jake wished he wasn’t an idol- for the first time since he debuted, he wished he weren’t an idol. He’d gone through so many scandals, so many marring allegations and so many laugh worthy rumours but through it all, he was proud to be an idol. Even while arguing with his management earlier, he was proud to be an idol. But somehow, to have his hand in yours and still know how the night would end, had him wishing he wasn’t an idol anymore- that he was never one in the first place.

Because he knew- everyone that was an idol knew- that happy endings weren’t written in their books.

If he were a normal person with a normal job, if he weren’t famous- he would have asked for your number by then. He probably would have asked you out on a date. He probably would have kissed you right in the middle of the street. But he couldn’t.

And suddenly, he was the unfortunate idol that caught feelings for a fan- a fan who made him feel safe, feel heard, feel seen. And suddenly, he was the unfortunate idol who stopped living in oblivion.

He brought this life upon himself- unusual, controlled, wired.

To both of your dismay, you reached the elevator of your hotel faster than expected. And you shuffled in, hands still tangled, his chest pressed to your back- the proximity between you was inappropriate, frowned upon. But did he care? No. Were you going to stop him? No. Not when his hair was tied back like that, not when his breath was fanning against your neck.

“Which floor?”

“Seventh.”

Jake insisted on walking you to your room. You didn’t stop him. He followed you, cautiously behind your step.

And when you reached your door, you didn’t reach for our key card. You just stared straight ahead, hands dangling beside you. Jake leaned on the wall, his arms crossed, waiting- teasing.

The night was either going to end or drag into eternity.

You didn’t want it to end.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“If I open the door, are you going to follow me in?”

Yes, he wanted to say. But that would be too forward. So instead, he asked, “do you want me to?”

You looked at him through your lashes, lips pulled between your teeth.

“Would it be wrong?”

He almost whined, eyes rolling in annoyance, tongue peeking past his teeth to lick his lips.

“Please, Y/N.”

So you opened the door and Jake held it wide enough so both of you could slip past it.

The pair of you were now engulfed in the darkness of your hostel room. The air conditioning slowly turned on. The curtains ruffled.

Jake turned to you, his hand wrapping around your wrist. He tugged you closer and you went limp against his chest, knees giving out as you clutched his shirt.

Neither of you really had to say anything. You walked towards your bed in unison as he stripped his jacket off you. Then your head hit the pillow and he was holding your waist, fingers wrapping around your skin, to guide you to the center of the bed.

“Is this okay?” He asked, just in case- after everything was already said and done and your legs were twitching with heat and anticipation.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Your smile was the only confirmation he needed.

Slowly but confidently, his chest crowded over you and he straddled your hips, slightly hovering so his fingers could unbutton your flannel. He was holding his breath, really, curiosity building on what you could possibly be hiding under that flimsy flannel of yours- the one that didn’t shield you from the cold and the one that left everything to his imagination. But when he saw you, finally, with your flannel unbutton, you tits threatening to spill out of your bra-

“Shit.”

Jake retreated and your eyes followed. He was standing again, hands moving to remove his sweater and there he was- shirtless, his abs staring at you in all their glory. And you didn’t move, not because you were too paralysed to but because you chose not to. You simply chose to admire him that way, breath heaving and necklace dangling off his neck.

“Jake…”

Within no time, he was on top of you again, face fanning against you, noses touching. And then it approached, the moment both of you had been shamelessly thinking of. His head tilted and his eyes fluttered close and there it was- his lips on your lips, soft and plump.

He stayed that way for a moment, savouring the carve of her lips, a low rumble of a hum escaping his throat. Your heart was calm now, to your surprise, brain quiet as your eyes screwed shut. And you just stayed there, hands laid to the sides of your head, body awkwardly stiff, wondering what would happen next.

Because you were kissing Jake from ENHYPEN- it was unreal, unbelievable.

You couldn’t process it. So you didn’t. Whatever would happen would happen. And you would look back on the memories in haze.

Finally, Jake moved. His lips parted and he was coaxing your lips open, kissing your harder, with more fervour. And he shifted, brows furrowed, hips moving to grind into yours. His hands came up to pin your wrists above your head.

The softness in him was replaced with passion.

Things, however, didn’t go fast.

Jake took his time.

He used every ounce of strength, every flicker of need- but he was patient. Your bra slipped off slowly, almost reverently. Your skirt was unbuttoned with care. Your pantyhose didn’t survive though- he struggled with it and tore it off with a muttered curse that made you laugh into his shoulder.)

But the rest… he savored you. He kissed his way down your body- your neck, your chest, your stomach, your thighs, even your ankles. Then, slowly, he made his way back up.

He worshipped your body like it was something sacred. He mouthed at your breasts, sucking gently at your nipples, coaxing sounds from you- soft at first, then louder, more desperate. And you gave in so easily, so willingly- so compliant. It drove off the walls- he almost growled.

And when he finally fucked into you, it wasn’t rushed. It was precise, intimate, almost maddeningly slow. He held himself back, not letting his own desire override his focus on you.

He memorized everything- the way your breath caught, the crack in your voice, the way your eyes squeezed shut as your body welcomed him. The bounce of your chest with every thrust.

He adored you. Not just your body, but the quiet kindness it held for him- the way you opened up to him, gave him space he never knew he needed.

When you came together, it was a crescendo- messy, beautiful, overwhelming. He collapsed beside you, his breath tangled with yours, his hair clinging to damp skin.

And then he looked at you. It was a look you were almost certain was love. But you didn’t let yourself believe it. You couldn't.

So when he kissed you again- softly, slowly, his hand warm against your jaw- you just closed your eyes and let him and let yourself. Open mouths, tongues colliding, moans mixing into one. And he kissed you until he fell asleep, his naked chest pressed onto yours, an arm loosely hanging off your waist, fingers drumming against your back.

But you didn’t sleep- simply stared at the ceiling. Because if you did, it would mean the day was over. And you weren’t ready to let it go just yet.

But the inevitable was meant to happen.

You knew about a million people that would be jealous of you in that moment. You knew about a billion people that would kill to want to be you.

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