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feyhunter78 · 3 months

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Semiformal Kisses and Cat Fights

Art Cred: Kimmy_art0912 on Insta! Description: Among pulsating music, colorful lights, and a few girls who can't keep their eyes to themselves tensions rise, and your patience has finally run out. Happy Valentine's Day my loves!

The music is loud, blaring through the speakers, vibrating through the floor, multicolored lights spin, casting circles of neon colors across the walls of the bar. The smell of spilled drinks and perfume fills the air as you enter, your hand gripping Miguel’s bicep as you scan the room for Janey.

It’s been…a bit weird since your encounter in Miguel’s room a few weeks ago. At first, you were afraid you’d fucked up, that you had overstepped and ruined your friendship, but then it all kinda went back to normal. As normal as the tentative relationship between two people who almost kissed could be.

When you invited him to be your date for your sorority’s semiformal, on Valentine’s Day no less, you were so very afraid. What if he said no, what if everything you thought you saw, that you felt back in his room was all in your head? Which is why you said as friends right as he said yes. No going back then, so you—like a coward—played up the platonicness of it all, and tried to pretend like you weren’t avoiding eye contact.

Then everything got even weirder with the whole Ava thing. You swore up and down to everyone—except Mina—that you and Miguel are purely platonic, even when you gave him the cold shoulder and cried over him talking with his ex. Super embarrassing, no one but Miguel potentially believed you, and now you’re in a prison of your own making. You should’ve just grabbed him when he came to your door to apologize, should’ve kissed him when he stood in your room admiring his costume. Why didn’t you?

One of your sisters drifts by, bumping into Miguel, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she apologizes.

Right, that’s why, because you’re jealous and insecure and can’t stand to see other people flirt with him. So it’s better to just keep your distance so you don’t end up crying again.

Miguel’s bicep is solid under your grasp, so large your hand can’t even grip all of it.

The theme of the night was Great Lovers of History, which was a fancy way of saying dress like your favorite couple. It wasn’t hard to pick a costume, you, and Miguel both love the novel Dracula, even if it wasn’t as popular as the movie was. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making some undignified noise when you saw how good Miguel looked. Those stupid huge muscles bulging, his broad chest, his toned back, he somehow made the ridiculous costume look impressive, and he even wore red contacts to get that perfect vampiric look.

You of course looked hot as hell, dressed in a flowy, but scandalously low cut white dress, hair curled and bouncy. Bram Stoker had never named Dracula’s Brides, but there was one, seemingly the eldest, that he favored over the other, so you decided to claim her role for the night.

“I don’t see Janey yet, she said she was already here.” You yell over the music, throwing a smile to one of your sisters as she passes by with her date. They’re dressed like Jim and Pam from The Office, it’s cute, a bit basic, but cute.

“Maybe she’s at the bar?” Miguel suggests leaning down to hear you better as he guides you through the crowd.

You can see people’s eyes on him, drinking him in, and feel another stab of jealousy. You know he looks hot, but he’s your date, not theirs. They can keep their eyes to themselves.

Janey and her date Eddie are dressed like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcey. You spot them immediately, right at the bar where Miguel suggested they might be.

You gush over Janey’s outfit, and she gushes over yours, and for a while that’s it. It’s a nice night, you drink, have fun with your friends, dance with Miguel, try not to feel insane over the number of times you have to remind someone that Miguel is here with you, and generally have a good time.

Then someone starts crying. It’s a new member, one whose Big is currently more interested in making out with her boyfriend in one of the bar’s booths than paying attention to her Little.

The new member, Addy, has tears in her eyes and mascara running down her cheeks as you usher her towards the bathroom, promising Miguel you’ll be back as soon as someone is able to break Danika away from her boyfriend.

You dry Addy’s tears while she tells you that she’s just so overwhelmed. That she brought the guy she has a crush on with her, but he seems more interested in one of the other girls in her new member class than her.

“And then Kaley said, ‘oh we have a class together, I was just saying hi,’ but like why don’t you just say hi then leave, why is she trying to dance with him?” Addy sobs, taking the paper towels from your hands and burying her face in them.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but I’m sure he’s just trying to be nice and that’s why he’s dancing with her.” You coo, smoothing down her hair.

“And her boobs look so much better than mine.” Addy continues, flinging herself into your arms, and hiding her face in the crook of your neck.

“What? No, no way, you look amazing! And hey, if that’s why he’s dancing with her than he’s an ass, and you deserve better.”

“She literally brought her own date, and she’s been ignoring him! Spencer is a nice guy, we had Intro to Philosophy together last semester, and he took really good notes, so he would let me borrow them when I missed something or got sick. And, and he’s like super cute, I don’t know why she wouldn’t just stay with him.”

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing. “Maybe you should go talk with Spencer then, if your date is going to be an asshole, then there’s nothing wrong with talking to someone who isn’t. You don’t even have to dance with him, just go say hi. I bet he’s feeling the same way you are.”

Addy sniffles and nods, wiping away the last of her tears. “Yeah, Spencer has a really big heart, I’m sure he’s upset.”

You give her an encouraging smile and keep your hand on her upper back, supporting her as she walks past her date, who is very clearly staring at Kaley’s boobs.

Spencer pops his head up when he sees Addy, a smile spreading across his lips. “Hey Addy, you doing okay? I um…I saw you crying, I wanted to go over, but…”

“I’m okay, how about you? We’re kinda in the same boat, aren’t we?” She says, taking the seat next to him.

He scoots over so she has more room, his head dipping down to hear her better, his body language screaming I like you; I feel safe with you. It’s adorable, you feel like Cupid, as you watch the two immediately fall into a deep discussion about emotions and the philosophy behind them.

Now that Addy was taken care of, you roll your shoulders out and stop at the bar before heading back towards the dance floor. You don’t really know how it happened but two shots later and everything you’ve been drinking the whole night is finally catching up with you.

The only thing on your mind is Miguel, how much you adore him, how handsome he looks, how every fake bitch in this room has been eyeing him like a hyena eyes a wounded gazelle. You have to find him; you can’t leave your wounded gazelle all alone in this pack of jackals.

You find him, but he’s not alone. Your sister, though not one you particularly care for, is talking to him, well, trying to at least.

Dana is dressed pretty basic, red dress, and heels. You’re not sure who she’s supposed to be, and she doesn’t look bad, but the dress is too small, it doesn’t fit her right, and the color makes her skin look washed out.

“So, who are you with?” Dana shouts over the music, clearly unable to see you as you approach from the side, basically hidden by the other dancers.

“Y/N.” Miguel answers, eyes darting back to the bathroom entrance, your drink still in his hand, his discarded somewhere.

Poor thing, he didn’t see you leave.

“She left you all alone? That’s so mean.” Dana says, giving him an overexaggerated pout.

“She went to take care of a new member.” He says, always so quick to defend you.

She trails a finger down his chest, batting her eyelashes up at him. “Still, she shouldn’t leave a handsome thing like you alone.”

Miguel goes red, taking a step back, sputtering. “I—um, thank you, but I’m here with y/n, and—”

“Yeah, but y/n’s not here now, come on, live a little.” She takes your drink from Miguel’s hand. “This yours?”

Before he can say anything, she drains it, and smiles at him.

“That uh…that wasn’t mine.” Miguel says, taking another step back as she loops her arms around his neck and tries to pull him down to her level.

“Oh, too bad, and it looks like y/n still isn’t back, obviously you’re not that important to her, so why don’t you follow me upstairs?”

“Upstairs is blocked off.” Miguel says, so sweet, so oblivious. “And I’m waiting for y/n.”

He tries to gently push Dana away, but she hangs on. “Ugh, come on, y/n is so lame, don’t you want to have fun? You can have fun with me.”

You’ve had enough, blood boiling, you tap her on the shoulder, making both her and Miguel jump.

“Dana, your date is looking for you.” You say, saccharine sweet smile on your lips, your voice dripping with honey coated venom.

She untangles herself from Miguel, who looks like you caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. “Ugh, he’s so needy. Anyways, come find me if you need me, Miguel.”

The moment she leaves, Miguel turns to you, apologies spilling from his lips like water. “Y/N, I swear nothing happened, she just came up to me, and I told her I was here with you, but she kept going, and then she wanted me to go upstairs with her, and I told her upstairs is closed, and I was waiting for you and—”

You grab him by the neck of his costume and drag him off the dance floor, past the pitiful sign that asks people to stay away from the second floor, and up the stairs. Usually, the upper floor is open to the public. It’s a more secluded seating area with its own smaller bar and thick glass walls that block out some of the sound from below, bisected by cement pillars offering a modicum of privacy.

You’re tired of this, of watching everyone else get to grab him, touch him, flirt with him, he’s yours.

It’s darker on the second level, only a few safety lights, and the multicolored strobe lights flashing up from the first floor. It’s quieter as well, you can finally hear yourself think.

You keep walking until you find the corner booth and shove Miguel into it. Not for the first time you’re glad these damn booths are so big, Miguel can sit properly, facing you, without having to scrunch up. The alcohol in your system is making you brave, and a little horny, but mostly brave. You can see its effects on Miguel as well, the flush of his cheeks, the slight glaze in his eyes.

“Dulzura, please, don’t be upset, I promise, nothing happened, I wouldn’t—I’m here with you, and I know that we’re here as—as friends, but still, I wouldn’t…I didn’t—still don’t want to dance or spend time with anyone else.”

He looks so pretty, stumbling over his words, his hair all ruffled, his tone so sweet and pleading. You want him, bad. You know you shouldn’t. You were the one who said it was platonic, just friends, but when he’s here, looking the way he does, and everyone is circling around him like vultures, you just…

Fuck it.

You straddle him, grab his face, and kiss him.

Miguel short circuits, hands frozen in midair, body tense, and then it’s like a dam opens. His hands on your hips, pulling you closer, his lips moving in synchronicity with yours, warm, plush, the taste of tequila on his tongue, or maybe it’s yours, you can’t tell anymore. You’re practically devouring him with how desperate you are to finally, finally kiss him.

“Fuck, Miguel, I—I can’t be just friends with you, I can’t do it anymore.” You admit, breath catching in your throat when Miguel grabs your ass, his big warm hands hauling you even closer. “I need more, we have to be more.”

“We can be anything, anything you want.” Miguel says breathlessly, his glasses fogging up from the heat between you.

You tug his head back by his hair and attach your lips to his neck, biting down hard, intent on leaving your mark. “Don’t want other girls thinking you’re up for grabs, you’re mine, been mine since the first day of class.”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours y/n.” He whimpers, his hands caressing your body nonsensically, as if he can’t decide where to put them.

“Such a good boy for me, Miguel, looking so handsome, always so sweet, always saying just the right thing.” You continue your onslaught until his neck looks like a crime scene.

“Kiss me, please y/n, I need—please, please, I’ve wanted this for so long, please kiss me again.” Miguel begs breathlessly, looking absolutely wrecked.

So, you do, gladly, over, and over, and over again, until he builds the courage to tangle his hands in your hair, to venture under your skirt and grip your bare thighs, as he moans and squirms beneath you.

You can’t fuck him here, it’s too public, too rushed, especially knowing what you know, there’s no way in hell you’ll let Miguel’s first time be a drunken quickie at a bar. So, you pull back, cupping his cheeks, smiling softly when he whines and tries to chase after your lips.

You press your thumb to his lips, shaking your head. “We can’t, not here.”

“Why not?” He whines, pupils blown wide with lust, chest rising and falling rapidly, his grip brushing on your thigh and hip.

“Because I like you, and I respect you, so I won’t fuck you in a bar.” You tell him, pressing a chaste kiss to his kiss swollen lips before sliding from his lap.

Miguel pouts, actually pouts at you, and you nearly give in, but you steel yourself.

“Come on sweet boy, let’s go back to the party.”

He blinks at you as if he’s coming up from underwater, slow, liquid, then he bites his lip. “I um…I’m going to need a minute.”

You glance down and heat rushes to your face.

He’s hard, and huge, like massive, and your resolve starts to waver.

“What if I just?” You sit astride his lap and ghost your fingers over his covered cock. “Give you a hand?”

Nerd!Miguel Masterlist and the "part two" here

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey, @scoobysnakz, @ihateuguys, @idkbros-world @smartyren, @deputy-videogamer, @blackrose8425

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ipegchangbin · 1 month

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Imagine this: Changbin hiding the fact he tried to masturbate thinking his lover was out for too long..forgot to take out the vibrator in him and he tries to lie while holding back the noises..the whole night it's in him moving around and he keeps holding back..but when they are about to sleep his lover asks him if he's hiding anything..this has been in my head and it turns me on

anon. oh my god.

🏷️ sub!changbin. dom!gn!reader. established relationship. sex toys.

it’s so good. way too good to stop. changbin keeps the vibrator inside him while he fists his cock for what seems like forever.

he wishes that the vibrator was being controlled by you, so he recreates your cruelty — and sweetness — by hiding the remote under his pillow while he uses yours between his legs.

but before he could hump the pillow, hell seeps through the crack between the door frame once changbin realizes you’re at the door.

knock, knock, knock.

“binnie, i’m back,” you yawn, stretching your arm as you swing the door open.

oh fucking shit.

changbin isn’t quick enough despite your slow movements. he pulls up his shorts but forgets to turn the vibrator off, so he simply clamps his legs shut with your pillow instead. he looks all sorts of weird, face fully flushed and sweaty, his body covering more than half the bed, curly hair tousled although he hasn’t slept, face shocked as if he didn’t expect you home — though he should have, it’s just that he didn’t check the time.

so much for jerking off. rather, so much for thinking about you.

“how’ve you been?” you tilt your head, curious at your suspiciously flushed boyfriend.

thank god that the vibrator that you got for changbin is silent, but why did it have to be so strong? changbin

“i just…worked out a bit,” he huffs, “uhh, did some cooling down exercises here.”

“didn’t you just come from the gym?”

“i did! and…i was bored, so i did jumping jacks…” changbin cuts you off a little too excitedly.

there’s a star in changbin’s eye when he winks at you as a distraction from the fact that the little toy is fucking him on the highest setting. he struggles not to whine, so he coughs a bit after shooting you a reassuring smile.

you’re not really buying it though, but nothing shows on your face. he mistakes it for the coast being clear. he kind of hopes you’d briefly get out of the room, though.

“oh well. i also have some unfinished work.” you sit down on the edge of the bed beside his legs, reaching for your laptop from your bag. “mind if i just finish this?”

he minds. a lot.

firstly, you look way too hot. you’re just in everyday semiformal, but that’s the exact type of clothing changbin imagined you in while he was abusing his cock earlier. secondly, you’re right there and way too close. it makes the butterflies pool in his stomach, but the butterflies fly in tornadoes until they burst into flames. he figures it’s from both from the close proximity and from the sickeningly unforgiving vibrator.

and thirdly, the said vibrator found its way through changbin’s sweet spot, giving him a full body shiver. you could feel him quivering through the comforters.

“is my binnie okay?”

“i’m f-fine. just tired.”

you silently question whether muscle spasms can cause vibrations as big as that. they could, but not like that. in fact, he shakes eerily similar to the time you tried that vibrator for the first time.

he was a screaming mess. his ass was moving on its own, in the air and quivering from the sensations inside him. he kept begging for you, unclear with what he desired specifically, but you knew that he just wanted you. all of you. he wanted more of what you were doing, whining your name with no aim of a demand, drooling onto the bedsheets while his fists grabbed helplessly onto the pillows as you put the vibrator into the highest setting for seconds on end, making him cum.

it’s too bad he can’t do any of that now.

so he stares. he stares at you and what you’re working on while awkwardly trying to shift positions on the bed. he tries helplessly to stop the vibrator from hitting the spot that gets him cumming the hardest, but it only goes further in. his walls clench and tighten around the toy while he watches your fingers. he catches your reflection in the laptop screen.

he’s so fucked, literally and figuratively.

you look back at your pitiful boyfriend.

the poor pillow between changbin’s thighs and the vibrator is suspiciously wrinkled, but you think nothing of it as your boyfriend shifts his position slightly again. you think he’s just acting naturally cute like this, thighs squeezed against the fabric while the curvature of his ass peeks from behind his hips.

it looks delicious. so plump that not even the facade of his body can cover it. it looks especially full, and you know this even if you’re unaware that it’s literally filled.

you can’t help the urge, and so you slap changbin’s ass.

what a fucking mistake.

the boy’s eyes widen as he successfully bites back a supposedly loud whine. that’s what he thinks, as a little whimper betrays his lips in the process.

but you try to think nothing of it, smirking at him instead.

“so cute,” you coo.

if only he could run to the bathroom without cumming in his shorts. everything affects him to such a high degree that he’s red, warm to the touch, and sweating buckets. he merely digs his head into his pillow and clenches his ass instinctively, hopelessly looped back into the never-ending cycle of suffering that he got himself into.

then you get up from your spot. you slam the laptop down and stretch, putting the device lazily on the bedside table without a second thought. you toss your accessories off and simply stretch your back until it hits the bed, lying down beside changbin.

shit, shit, shit.

“i had a long day,” you start. “can we cuddle?”

“ah, uhm, sure, b-but i’m…a little sweaty and sore, yeah.” changbin fails to keep his cool.

“but we always hug even if you’re sweaty and sore.” you pout and squeeze his bicep. “we even fuck like that.”

god, if you don’t stop talking to him like this.

changbin lets out a small whine, attempting to hide his face in the pillow again. that’s when your suspicion ticks. you could feel a strong vibration against the bed and you’re not sure if it’s your boyfriend or your overheating laptop by the bedside table.

“are you sick?”

“no…”

“then what’s up?”

he looks away and that’s when you notice how watery his eyes are. his face is fully flushed, his ears are red. sweat gets his bangs sticking to his forehead. he looks like he’s quite literally heated up.

and he is. the vibrations of the machine inside his ass heats him up, which doesn’t help his already warming walls. his plush ass keeps it in and the more he involuntarily clenches, the more that he feels it whirring and hitting his insides. it almost hurts but it’s so good, and you’ve been at this for so long but he can’t blame you.

he wants to just admit it.

“are you hiding something?”

but he can’t.

“n-no…”

“binnie, you’re stuttering. you don’t look okay. is anything bothering you?”

he could cry. from the pain, from the pleasure, from the fact that you care so much about him that his heart swells as much as his sweet spot is swelling at this point. he can’t help this insane amount of love but fuck, if he could just turn it off.

but a part of him doesn’t want to.

and when you find out, you don’t either.

you yank your pillow out of changbin’s thighs and the vibrator slips out from the force.

you’ve been thinking about it since earlier: your pillow was sitting between his legs for seemingly no reason. though, you know him better than he does, and you know that’s a sign that he’s horny. he always masturbates with your pillow between his legs. you could only guess why, but your intuition serves you right as changbin stares in horror at the vibrator whirring outside of him.

for some reason, the emptiness of his ass hurts, but your reassuring smile cuts through it as he stares at your face.

“if you wanted me to help, you should’ve asked, binnie.”

#sub!skz #skz smut #sub!changbin #changbin smut #dom!reader #💌 ipeginbox #<3 a lovely anon #💬 z is writimg

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cosmerelists · 14 days

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Attending a Party Thrown by Each Radiant Order

As requested by anon. :)

You've been invited to a party! Actually, ten parties. But the twist is that each party is thrown and attended only by a single Radiant order and also we're in some kind of quasi-modern AU. What would each party be like?

[Previously: Radiant Orders play boardgames, have sleepovers, and go to musicals]

1. The Lightweaver Party

The invitation is a glossy, stylized illustration of a hand holding a wine glass--a true work of art. You later find out that every invitation is unique; no two are the same. The invitation leads you to a large ballroom-esque hall. "What is your name tonight?" asks a masked figure at the door. "Uh...Fred?" you say. You had not planned this. "Welcome...Fred," they say and let you in. It is shadowy inside, perhaps because all of the light comes from fairy lights and electric candles. Everyone is masked--including you, as per the invitation. People glide about, talking and laughing in low voices. It's not unwelcoming exactly, but certainly...surreal.

2. The Windrunner Party

The invitation is a couple of dudes saying, "Hey, there's a thing. Wanna come?" when you run into them at the bar. "The thing" appears to be some kind of picnic at a local park: you were told it was a potluck, so you did bring a macaroni salad, but the focus seems to be the large pot of stew that one of the men is making. There's a lot of eating and laughter and sunshine, and frankly a lot of hot people in uniform. You have a good time. Even if the Captain is just a little bit glowery the whole time.

3. The Edgedancer Party

A roller skating rink! You haven't been to a roller skating rink in sooo long! You're honestly psyched. As you do your best to skate around, others glide smoothly past you, looking like they were born skating. When you take a break to eat a mediocre but nostalgic corndog, a couple of them sit with you and you get to chatting. You're just at a skating rink, eating a mediocre corndog, but somehow...you've never felt so heard. When you go back to skating, you're skating with maybe a tear in your eye.

4. The Stoneward Party

It's just a party at someone's house, where everyone brings a case of beer or a bottle of wine or a snack food, and everyone drinks out of red solo cups. But you know what the vibe is? Convivial. Like, people are waving you over to join their conversations and asking about your hobbies and at one point? Someone suggests a party game? And everyone plays? Like, it WAS a pretty competitive game of charades, but everyone seemed to be having fun the whole time.

5. The Truthwatcher Party

Their party was at a local bar and on trivia night. The party was immediately pretty boisterous--someone brings up politics, like, immediately, and then everyone is happily shouting their thoughts back and forth across the table. But when trivia time hits, the mood turns serious.

6. The Dustbringer Party

It's in the basement of a warehouse that you're pretty sure is due for demolition. Certainly, it does NOT feel particularly structurally sound and there IS a lot of, like, concrete dust and debris everywhere. But once you get downstairs--well, this is not just a party. This is a rager. There is music and alcohol and drugs if you want 'em, and people are shouting and dancing and generally having a good time. "When you're like us, you GOTTA let loose every once in a while or you go INSANE!" someone says to you at one point. "It's about release?" you say and everyone in a five-foot radius groans at the pun.

7. The Willshaper party

It's drugs. Lots of drugs. Some of them are illegal, some of them aren't, but the people here would definitely scoff if you tried to make that distinction.

8. The Elsecaller Party

Well, it certainly is a very correct party. You receive an RSVP, and it's clear that you are meant to respond. In writing. Which you do. The RSVP lets you know that the party is semiformal, and that the dinner course will begin at precisely 7pm, so you do not even try to do the whole "fashionably late" thing. You are there by 6:55. Good thing, too, because everyone else is already there. "Everyone" being Jasnah and one small, inky man. Have you ever had dinner with your dissertation advisor who is also your mom somehow? Well, then you know how this party went. You were SWEATING the whole time.

9. The Skybreaker Party

When they checked your ID at the entrance to the small event hall they had rented, you laughed and asked if they wanted to make sure you were over 21. Their expression in reply told you that this was not a joke. Inside, there is a cash bar, and some hors d'oeuvre being handed around on plates. The people inside are mostly talking about their recent accomplishments in a way that makes you feel that they are all very stressed and trying to prove something. "It's a test," says a bald man who appeared very suddenly next to you. "A test of what?" you ask, suddenly very afraid. But he is gone.

10. The Bondsmith Party

You're at a party, and it's just you and two other people. The two other people? Married. You feel like you're crashing a date. They're being very nice and you are being included in every conversation but you're also literally the third at a party with only two other people who are married. You can't help but think this would be WAY less awkward if there were just ONE more Bondsmith. But who knows if THAT will ever happen!

#cosmere #cosmerelists #knights radiant #stormlight archive

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ultra-raging-ghost · 3 months

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All my egg designs!!

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Design gushing under the cut vv

SO my height hc's for the eggs may be a lil controversial but i have several reasons lol

-Dapper, tallest, obviously in cannon bbh is a tall mf and dapper's the oldest demon it would make sense to me for her to be the tallest. A lot of ppl draw them in full suit but i prefer the sweater + button up look? I still gave him the bow that i enjoy drawing him with - sometimes i put it on his hat sometimes i put it on his neck lol also!!! i gave him blue accents and freckles for skeppy!!!

-Tallulah, second tallest, have you fucking seen wilbur soot?? wilbur soot is possibly the second tallest man ive seen in my entire life only preceeded by a 7 ft tall blonde man i met at the hospital, his daughter's gonna be tall. If dapper wasnt there she would be the tallest egg nobody can convince me otherwise. Obviously i gave her the classic wilbur sweater and beanie but i wanted her clothes to be pretty intentional - in my heart the death family all wear the cancer bows, so her and chayanne both have one and for Tallulah it's the only cool color in her palate aside from her matching shawl. Also it pained me to give her short hair but unfortunately its cannon :') oh also!! her hearing aid :D I also gave her little underdeveloped wings - theyre still growing in!! Alongside that theyre very downy, still got a bunch of pinfeathers and fluff <3

-Ramon, third tallest, in my mind ramon in a fucking unit. I gave him thick clothing and leather accents, good materials for hands on work and such, itll last a long time it makes sense Fit MC of 2b2t would dress ramon for function rather than fashion (although he still looks adorable). I normally see people drawing him with this wind breaker hat and goggles i dont really understand, ive always envisioned him with a welding mask (is that what theyre called??)!! I gave him pac's big doe eyes and a pair of soundproof pacman over-the-head headphones!!

-Chayanne, i dont know a ton about him but i do know hes a protector and i have seen what people draw of him!! Obviously i gave him the cancer pinned to his jacket, and as for his jacket its just a simple hoodie with a duck print on the front pocket. I wanted his palate to be yellow and purple - yellow for phil, purple for missa, wow revolutionary/s. His pants are tore up a lil and have stitching and patches in them (see the anarchy patch). His wings are more developed than his sister's and are pretty full with a dark, organized feathers. I gave him a shield, it has two wings on it (one light for missa, one dark for phil) i just feel like he'd carry one.

-Leo, i may have projected on her a lil <3 She's a softball girl in my heart!! Shes average height and kind of stocky cause in my mind shes very athletic. She mostly resembles Foolish, appearing mostly as a Totem, but she has purple accents such as in her clothing and eyes that are reminiscent of Vegeeta!

-Empanada, very short but still the tallest of the newest batch of eggs. She's the string bean of the bunch but i imagine under all the fluffy clothing shes a little muscular, gets it from her mamae bagi!!! I dressed her in mostly neutral and pink tones to match her sign and hat color - and as for her hat i imagine it as a VERY stylized beret, similar to pommes but it designed to look like a stack of pancakes with syrup pooling beneath them and the button on top is supposed to appear like a little square of butter!! Her horns, wings, and tail are white like mouse and tina's and she wears them proudly, even if she only has one horn <3 Her hair's split in two, black and pink.

-Pomme is very short, and she's dressed very fancily!! I like to imagine theres a stark contrast between the lolita/semiformal fashion of pomme and dapper to the informal wear of the rest of their siblings. The pattern on her dress is big apples trailing along the bottom of her skirt, and she's got star pattern tights to represent Etoiles <3 She's kind of a lil cryptid child, with a mouth at the back of her head just above her neck grinning away and two twin braids that float alongside her head.

-Richas!!! The shortest of the older eggs, his designs very simple mostly because he already wears a shirt which is the main focal point of his design for me. He's always been a cargo shorts egg to me, i dont know why!! But he lives in cargo shorts!! Richas chooses to be barefoot, its how he came into this world its how he'll leave. I actually looked up a prosthetic leg for reference for him and the top portion of prosthetic legs are usually patterned for the person wearing them, and i cant help but imagine that richas would choose for his leg to be the most atrocious yellow to ever exist and have all his family sign it. This is unseen, but under his hair he's wearing a bandanna with the brazilian flag on it! When viewed from behind you can see the knot tied around the back of his head, and when his hair's out of his eyes you could see it plastered to his forehead. I gave him lil horns because in my heart of hearts he's a demon, that lil egg is bad's egg too in my heart nobody can tell me otherwise.

-Sunny, one of the first eggs i designed - shes dressed just as i was as a child and by that i mean shes 100% a trailer park princess. They sport a "2 COOL 4 SCHOOL" shirt, with a plastic silver crown with jewels in it, and a pair of light up sketchers!! She has bear ears and paws and a bear-like nose and tail, they view Fred as their step-pa and he was the second parent they ever knew, it makes sense she'd wanna look like him!!

-Codeflippa looks almost identical to Juanaflippa, except she floats and is slightly greener... and is glitching..... and the shirt heart's on the other side than charlie remembers, but who's counting aye?? after your third death and revival maybe things get messy - hes not judging!!! I have this HC that the fed's aren't the only ones who can revive the eggs - theyre just the ones who've perfected it. I like to imagine codeflippa is the code/the rebellion's attempt at egg revival.

-Pepito, the smallest egg alive!! smallest ever so itty bitty so tiny!! only two months old!! Pepitos the smallest egg obviously, Pepito's wearing a cute little jumper with matching socks that dont really fit properly but are still just the cutest little thing to me <3 Pepito has devil horns and a tail because bad was the only person to really care for pepito properly before Q came along. Pepito mostly looks like a mix of roier and quackity, sporting a matching yellow pair of duck wings <3 I was tempted to put pepito in pepito's xmas bows because they were just the CUTEST but i restrained myself

-The dead eggs, the smallest.... Most of these babies were less than a month old when they passed for one reason or another so theyre all very tiny :') Flippa mostly looks like charlie, but she's got layered shirt and layered her skirt on top of her pants because he nor marianna know how to dress a baby </3 Tilin is a carbon copy of Q, she's a very shy young lad, shoeless and wearing one of Q's jackets which are absolutely huge on her. Not seen is his yellow pair of duck wings - theyre still baby wings so theyre very small and hidden behind him, full of downy feathers <3 Trumpet we didnt know for very long, but they were very fun to design!! Maxo definitely loved him, so i modeled his clothing after him mostly. I was trying to go for something like Blacklight aesthetic?? black paired with bright, contrasting patterns that would look good under a blacklight. Bobby is dressed the most ummm domestically id say. Very simply, like he was living on a farm and spent his days in the soft grass. I imagine he was shoeless by choice, because it was fun!! It was very obvious jaiden and roier loved him, so i tried to give him a kind expression and well taken care of wings. His feathers are still kind of downy and muted, but theyre more developed than Tilin's and are very well taken care of! I wanted his bandana and overalls to be the centerpiece of his design so aside from those he's got a plain white baggy shirt. I imagine its made of linen or something, bobby would smell like fresh laundry all the time..

-Gegg.

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schlattsdoll · 9 months

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Could you possibly do smut prompt #46. “leave the heels on.” with Jschlatt, please?

xoxo

head over heels - jschlatt x reader

minors dni

prompt:"leave the heels on."

pairing: jschlatt x fem/afab! reader

warnings: smut {18+}, oral { fem receiving}, p in v, degradation, unprotected sex {wrap it before you tap it!!!}, sex in front of a mirror yum

i haven’t written actual smut in so long omg i hope this is good

it's no secret that jay hated going out, but with you? he's singing a different tune. he loved to see how excited you got to get all dolled up for him, wanting to coordinate outfits. he couldn't help but smile when he saw how you lit up when he told you about a semiformal event for one of his companies. you rushed to find colors that complemented your skin tones, opting for a deep dark velvet green skater dress and a pair of black heels.

"my god doll, you look gorgeous". your boyfriend kissed the back of your neck as he zippered up your dress. "i would take you right now if ya'd let me."

you smirked at the taller man behind you in the mirror. “who said i would stop you big guy?” that was all the confirmation he needed before lifting you up and placing you on the bathroom counter. he was careful not to mess up your hair or makeup, that you worked so hard on.

he got a glimpse of the kelly green lingerie you had on under the dress. his hands went back to the zipper he had fixed for you mear moments ago and pulled it down. as you went to kick off your heels, jay stopped you, his eyes blown black with lust. “leave the heels on, sweetheart.”

schlatt dropped down to his knees, kissing his way up and down your plush thighs. “fuck doll, all this just for me? and you say i spoil you.” he teased your center as he toyed with the band of your lacey panties. snapping the band against your tummy, he pulled them to the side to get a peek at your glistening cunt. “s’pretty sweetheart.”

jay dove between your thighs, eating like a man starved for his last meal. his tongue lapping away at your wetness, spending special attention to your little button. the burn your thighs felt from his mutton chops were so delicious, your hands tangled in his hair. as you gripped tighter, he let out a groan of “fuuuckk doll.” before pulling away to catch his breath. replacing his tongue with his fingers, you whined quickly at the loss of contact before moaning out. his large digits stretching out your tight heat.

“oh, fuck, jay. i’m gonna cum!” you shouted out, your whole body tightening. “be a good lil dolly, cum for daddy baby.”

your legs went limp as his speed increased, occasionally kitten licking your clit. when he removed his fingers they were drenched in your essence, and he licked every drop up. “normally i’d make you return the favor, but i don’t wanna ruin that pretty face just yet.”

schlatt helped you off the counter, kissing you gently as to not ruin your lipstick, before flipping you over and pinning you against the sink. “fuck toots, these heels just make it easier to fuck you standin’ up.” he kissed your shoulder as he pulled out his throbbing cock, pumping it a few times before lining himself up with your slit.

he teased your clit with his tip causing you to whine out. “jayyy baby stop being a tease.” he tsked at you, “such a whiny needy little doll f’me. i’ll give you what you need, don’t worry.” he plunged his large member into you, groaning at the tightness. “that’s a good doll, so wet and tight jus’ for me.”

as he thrust into you, he made sure to get a few good smacks in on your ass. once he realized there was a huge mirror in front of you two he pulls your head up by your hair. “look at you, who’s little slut are you?” he smirked as your eyes rolled back, unable to form a sentence. “so dumb, all fucked out on my cock already.”

your cunt tightened at his words, and his ministrations on your clit. “f-fuck! yours, ‘m all yours daddy. please let me cum.” a dark chuckle escaped his lips. “i’ll think about it, im enjoying having my dumb little dolly so desperate under me.”

a particularly hard thrust had your legs shaking, almost causing you to fall over. “fuck jay! please!” “alright, cum for me sweetheart, cum all over this cock.” you felt his pace quicken as you flew over the edge, and his load spill out inside you.

“fuckin hell. thanks for that princess. i’ll be sure to ruin your makeup later.” he smiled wide as he pulled up his black pants and rebuttoned his matching green shirt.

helping you regain your footing, he slid the dress back on your body and zipped you up.

“can’t wait to do it all again later sweet cheeks.”

#jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich imagine #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader

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video-killer · 5 months

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Vox's "cult leader" status and poor characterization.

I don't really understand the idea of Vox being a true "cult leader" in life. Sure, I could see him somehow garnering a sort of "cult of personality" much like many popular and influential individuals/groups did and subsequently using it as a shield from scrutinizing individuals, but the whole "cult leader" thing doesn't really seem to suit the little we've seen of him.

For instance, his outfit, with its bold neons on a dark base and semiformal look, creates a flashy, boisterous atmosphere to his character. It radiates the aura of a murderous gameshow host much more than that of the leader of a systemically isolated group expertly manipulated into serving its leader's every whim. Additionally, based on his professions and strategy of having a broad reach and appeasing the general public rather than building a relatively small but absolutely dedicated group around him, he seems to be less of a cult leader and more of a kind of mass influencer, similar in strategy and benefit but highly different in target, execution, and societal acceptability.

But even worse than the strangeness of the decision is how it is casually dumped atop an already massive pile of character traits and archetypes. Vox's character is already rather cluttered. He is a television host, an entrepreneur, the overlord of technology, and also an entertainment producer. Cult leader seems to jumble who he is more than flesh him out.

However, the inability to pick a main profession or "shtick" for a character is not Vox exclusive. Angel Dust, for instance, is a porn star, hooker, and stripper as well as a Mafia member. Much like Vox's influential figure/television host/entrepreneur trait combination, Angel is given a trifecta of traits somewhat similar to but not truly connected with one another, while the Mafia member bit serves as an attempted subversion to the other three that is overshadowed by an already jumbled list of professions anyway.

This seems to be a superficial attempt at following the 3-to-1 characterization method, in which one is given three consistent traits about a character but one that subverts the expectation built by the other two. An example is G-man from half-life: he is a supernatural entity, he shows up to insinuate major events, he refuses to reveal his intentions, and he yet he's essentially a glorified businessman. G-man's three traits serve to establish him as a mysterious, otherworldly threat, and his subversion indicates that despite this, he's not all the powerful compared to the rest of the universe.

The issue with Hazbin's attempt at this is that the three traits are only connected on a surface level and never explained any further [we don't know why Angel Dust is in three separate sex industries, we are not given any explanation as to how Vox's technological influence connects to his media influence] and the "subversion" does not truly say anything about the characters. The most Angel being in the mafia says is that "he's badass" and the most Vox being a cult leader says is "he's a manipulator", not subverting the three consistent traits and in Vox's case actually echoing them. As such, the additional traits actively work against attempts at providing character, instead confusing the audience.

More is not always better. Yet the creators of Hazbin Hotel seemingly think it does, as they keep piling traits onto their characters which only serve to render them muddled.

#voxpost #character criticism #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical #writing criticism

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yooopii · 2 months

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another life is ours

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female!reader

wc: 2,483

co-written with @ems_tpwk!!

You’re sent on an important mission. In the midst, it doesn’t go exactly according to plan.

The mostly quiet clink of Price’s mug of tea being placed on the wood table was one of the only sounds in the mostly quiet common room. He sat down next to his other squadmates, who were busy conversing in-between each other as they played a simple card game. Soap was donning a plain t-shirt with leggings, while Ghost wore a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants. Price himself was wearing a semiformal white V-neck button-up, along with blue jeans. Ghost mumbled something about having shit cards, and Soap threw down one of his and chuckled as Ghost placed a hand on the bridge of his nose.

The door to the common room opens, and the three men seated at the table look up at the both of you. They watch as Gaz nods and greets everyone in the group as he walks to the table, you trailing right behind him, not so far behind. Gaz is wearing a comfortable blue sweater, with black sweatpants, and his famous blue cap. All around the board, everyone looks nice and comfortable in their casual clothes. You were wearing a black hoodie, along with similar sweatpants to Gaz. The both of you take a seat at the table, with you right beside him. Leaning onto him as he asks to be dealt into the game. You loved little domestic moments like this with your taskforce, as rare as they are, as comforting as they are. You hoped you'd get to see more domestic moments with your fiancee, thought. It was his hoodie you were wearing, after all, the smell enveloping you as you took deep breaths in.

You two decided not to hide the fact you were newly engaged, but not to tell it outright either. The compromise was wearing each other's rings, the small, golden band on your finger with an emerald gem on top sparkling on your right ring finger, along with a flat, thick version of yours on his own hand. It had been barely a month since he asked you to be a Garrick, and you were over the moon. You oh so gladly accepted. You two have been through thick and thin together, so why not make it forever?

Price, who knew all too well of the little mannerisms new couples, or old ones for that matter, always did. As he took long sips of his warm tea, he glanced at the two right next to each other. You were wearing Gaz’s hoodie, which was his long ago when he first joined the military but it quickly became too small as he started gaining muscle daily. Gaz didn't exactly like much physical contact for him, maybe a pat on the shoulder every once in a while was fine but full-on leaning, almost considered snuggling? That was unheard of, he knew something had to be up between the two.

“Gaz, Y/N.” He spoke quickly, making both of them wonder if they fucked something up. The two of you look over to your captain, who is wearing a smug smile as he places his mug back down.

“Why did the two of you,” He glanced in between you, making you squint in confusion. “...ask for time off, at the same time, for the same time?” Gaz’s eyes widen just a smidge, and glances over to you, who sighs softly as nods at him with a half smile. It was time to tell them the news anyway, even if they were getting the invitations later that month. Soap and Ghost glance over at you, curiosity filling their gazes, wondering if he was about to admit a deep dark secret of his.

“We’re getting married in a few weeks,” You added onto that, with a bigger grin this time. “And apparently, nobody here has enough patience to let us create an email… we haven't even sent out the invitations yet.” She smiled as she hugged her lover's arm tighter, watching as the other three’s eyes widened, Price giving a content chuckle and nod as he congratulated them. Soap and Ghost do the same with a smile on their faces, but then Ghost kicks his leg under the table. Soap scowls, mumbling some incoherent shit about betting against shit he knew he was going to lose. He dug into his pocket and fished out his wallet, throwing down two notes on the table as Ghost laughed and pocketed them both. Gaz noticed the transaction, and laughed himself hoarse, asking in between strained breaths if they really bet about him and you being together. Soap grumpily explained the bet, and even Price couldn't hold in his laughter. Neither could you, as your shoulder shook with silent chuckles.

A couple of days later, your captain had called for a briefing. He had said that he had received information that Konni was in London, that they had complete access to the train networks, and that Makarov planned to take over the tunnels and destroy them with civilians still inside. That leads you to where you are now, TF141 along with SFO’s, headed to the channel tunnel where your info said Makarov would be. Your task force had to split up into two groups; you, Gaz, and Price in one, along with a handful of SFOs. Ghost and Soap lead the other, with the remaining SFOs.

Trains run through the tunnels as Konni gets a hard grip on the network. You had multiple intense shootouts with Konni as they defended their plan as you attempt to pursue Makarov until he's marked as confirmed KIA. Minutes later, you and your group find an active bomb, which is close to detonating. You and Gaz end up stuck trying to disarm it, while Price and the SFOs defend off the Konni as you two desperately try to disarm the bomb. Price calls for reinforcements over the radio, your palms getting more sweaty as each second ticks by. Gaz asks for a couple of things needed to disarm it, like the manufacturing logo and the serial ID. You hurriedly repeat them back, looking over at your fiancee as his finger touches the very button needed to disarm the bomb, but he is rudely interrupted. The tablet gets knocked out of his hands. “Bloody hell—” He barely gets the sound out as he turns his head, and sees the very person you're trying to kill, Makarov.

Gaz raises his gun in defiance, but before he can make any decision on what to do next, his gun gets knocked out of his hands, and he takes a bullet in the shoulder. He hits the ground with a wince, watching as you get the same fate as him. You hiss at the pain radiating off of your shoulder, but you ignore it as you watch Konni surround him. “Y/N! Shit—” He curses out as he's dragged off the ground harshly, landing on his knees as he attempts to fight back, but it gets him a hard punch to the cheek. “Tie them up.” You hear Makarov’s degrading voice order, sending a nasty glare his way.

Your lover's hands are roughly yanked forward as he grits his teeth, whispering curses to the Konni doing this to them. He is now immobile as his hands are tied above his head, his feet being handcuffed and tied. His shoulder was bleeding tremendously, but he ignored the pain radiating off in waves through his body, it was the least of his worries. He keeps searching for you in the chaos until he finds his love tied up on the ground in front of him. Price was dragged right next to you, with the same fate. He growls curses at their attackers and does his best to escape, but that leaves him with a blow to the head from the butt end of a gun, his head falling limp to the side. You call out his name, but there isn't a response. That sends a shock of worry and fear down your spine, eyes widening as you realize the SFOs have all been killed.

A warehouse door opens, revealing Ghost and Soap, along with the rest of the SFOs, who have gotten to the scene too late. They're immediately surrounded by hostiles, unable to break through the wall and get to the three of you. At this point, the only thing on Gaz’s mind is that his fiancee is bruised up, bleeding, and tied up in front of him. You were about to speak, but Gaz beat you to it. “Let her go, you fucking bastards!” He curses out, as you spit insults at the men, never staying still for them. Makarov slightly side-eyed you as you spat curses at him and his men, but the annoyance dribbled away as he noticed a glimmering gold, emerald gem ring on your right hand.

“Well, well… look what we have here.” He chuckles as he approaches you, crouching down as he rips the rings off your finger. You go to protest, but you realize it wouldn't get you literally anywhere. He orders his men to do something in Russian and they all nod, checking Price and Gaz for a ring as well. One of them calls out, claiming he found a similar one on Gaz. He pulled it off of his finger as he gave it to Makarov. You grit your teeth as your head hangs low. Makarov lets out a low chuckle as he takes the ring, a malicious grin on his face.

A chuckle vibrates low in his throat before speaking, “The one-four-one…back at it again, huh?” He smirks. “Shadowing your failures with the aspect of love? Чертовы тупицы.” He looks back down at his hand, the two rings shimmering in the dull light, then back at the three tied-up members on the cold concrete.

“Убей его.” One of the men quickly raises their gun to Gaz’s head and your eyes widen in fear, and your pupils dilate as well. “DON'T!” You scream out and try to free yourself of your restraints, but it’s no use as Makarov points his gun at you, keeping you still. Tears beam at your eyelids as you realize this isn't something quick and easy you can get out of. This is the end for either You, Gaz, or both of you.

You blink rapidly in an attempt to get rid of the tears, but it only makes them worse. You look into your lover's eyes, yours saying much more than words could ever speak. He returns the expression by staring into yours. His eyes have a mix of sorrow, and a very apologetic look. One loud ringing shot in the air, one shot was all it took for your fiance, the love of your life, your soulmate, to fall limp on his side, blood pooling near his head.

Your eyes widen big, more than you thought possible as you inhale a giant shaky breath before letting out the loudest ear piercing scream known to mankind. You dont have a chance to do anything else except stare at his lifeless body before you barely hear Makarov order something in Russian to the men. If you weren't stuck staring at his dead body, you would have seen Ghost and Soap starting to push through the men surrounding them.

Two of his men come up to you and grab you by your underarms. “NO! DON'T TOUCH ME!” you try to fight against your restraints as your eyes don't leave Gaz. You scream out for him to no avail. Ghost and Soap barely catch a glimpse of you before going to disarm the still ticking bomb, the British Police covering for them as they do so. You keep screaming till your throat is raw as tears flow freely down your face, not being able to hold them back anymore as they drag you away from your dead fiance.

They finish disarming the bomb as you're no longer able to be seen. “Bombs disarmed.” Ghost speaks to Soap who is now staring at their dead squadmate. To make matters worse, you were nowhere to be found, and Price was still tied and passed out, along with you and Gaz’s emerald engagement rings tossed next to his lifeless cold body on the hard concrete.

You wake up in a dazed panic, your entire body slightly throbbing in pain. Your eyes widen to take in your surroundings. You remember very few things, trying to disarm a bomb, it all going to shit. You remember one very clear image, your fiance on his side, seemingly passed out, but that unfortunately was pushed to the back of your mind as you try to lift your hands, finding them tied to a chair and unable to move. You try your feet, only to find the same outcome. You curse to yourself, looking down at your clothes to see they were changed. It was a flimsy shirt that barely covered you fully, along with poorly bandadged shoulder from where you were shot. At least they did that much. Shit, what did they do to you?

You sigh as you realize that they probably marked you as KIA. There was no way of contacting your task force even if you tried. There was no way of figuring out time, or what's going to happen to you now.

Minutes later after lots of thinking, you hear that grating Russian accent. You glance up to see the same person who you were targeted to kill. Makarov. You snarl as he comes closer, trying to raise a hand in defense when you seemingly forget your hands are still bound behind you.

“Ah, can’t do that can you? I need you to answer my questions, and who knows, you might even escape.” His voice has a sickeningly smooth edge to it, knowing very well that he has the upper hand over this siuation, and even your entire task force. You waited till he stood directly in front of you, taking the chance to spit on his vest.

He scowled as you did so, staring at the spot on his vest where you spat. He pulled a hard punch on the side of your jaw, making your head cock in the direction of his fist.

“You will answer my questions whether you like it or not, truthfully, and no hesitation.” He rubbed the knuckles on his fist, glaring at you with a hatred you could only mirror in your own eyes. He puts a sadistic smirk on his face, “Now…let's get started shall we?”

thank you all for reading!!

part 1 / part 2

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz angst #kyle gaz x reader #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #gaz cod #cod angst #kyle gaz garrick angst #gaz angst #Spotify

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forjongseong · 1 year

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ambulancia // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (Part 8 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; BTS (ot7) makes an appearance; making out; oral sex; unprotected sex; creampie. // wc: ~9.7k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 -la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night

next chapters:

click here for the masterlist

summary: tension arises as you experience yet another encounter with your ex. Jay, your beloved boyfriend, reminds you who you belong to by treating you so well, in sickness and in health.

author’s notes: welcome to PART EIGHT! I would like to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to those of you who have come so far, and WELCOME to new readers!!

I know it's Jake's birthday but since I don't write for him, please settle for his screentime here (he appears twice! surprise) LOL

the song chosen for the title of this part is again by Camilo, who is my ult Colombian singer at this point. in this song he features the queen Camila Cabello too!

and now, for the lyrics:

You have me sick, I think I need a doctor My dependency on you is no longer comical I want to know what your genetics have My world spins around you, you're magnetic And how could it not?

I mean.... right????

oh by the way, the look I am referring to in the very last scene is this:

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(those who have not been interacting with the series have been removed from the taglist. send in an ask if you want to stay in it.)

You checked your reflection in the mirror of the elevator. Since it was casual Friday, you opted for a loose, long-sleeved button-down paired with a denim skirt, and a pair of knee-high boots to complete your look. When you were picking your outfit, Jay mentioned how you looked like a K-Pop idol, and to make sure you did not appear too young, you brushed up your hair to a high ponytail instead of letting your bangs and hair down as usual.

Jay opted for a preppy vest to layer over his shirt, but he stuck to his normal dress pants and shoes to keep it semiformal. When he noticed how you look standing next to each other, he thought it felt like it was bring your girlfriend to work day. The elevator dinged and Jay stepped out with you, his hand placed on the small of your back.

Your team scheduled a meeting with you since two days ago, claiming that they had an important presentation to show you regarding one of the projects. Your schedule for the morning was cleared except for this one meeting, so you expected them to be ready once you arrived. However, when you entered the meeting room, you saw only two people at the desk and they both apologized at you repeatedly, saying that the presentation was not ready because they were still editing or rendering the final cut of the video they were supposed to show you.

“Are you serious?” You responded after Theo explained everything to you.

Theo was looking at the floor, afraid of saying something stupid, so Jiung stepped up to answer you. “We just need another 20 minutes, Miss. We’re so sorry about this.”

You looked around and noticed that the snacks in the minibar and the packets of coffee and tea needed to be refilled. You then diverted your attention back to your two employees.

“I confirmed last night that I should be here at 11AM, and now you’re making me wait? Are you aware that I could be using this time to do something else?”

Jiung was now too scared to speak too, and Jay cleared his throat before stepping in between you and them.

“The boss will be waiting in her office,” Jay said, taking back the iPad you set on the table with his hands. “Twenty minutes, guys.”

You stormed off without hearing a reply, while Jay took his phone out and set a timer. Jiung and Theo apologized to him and thanked him before he left and headed to your office. You were already inside, and he gave Hwiyoung a quick nod before knocking once on your door and letting himself in. Jay typed something on his phone before he set it down on your coffee table along with the iPad he was carrying.

“Can you believe them?” You asked, not actually waiting for an answer. “I hate it when people make me wait.”

“I know,” Jay sat on the sofa and stretched his arm. “But it has never happened before, and I’m sure they already feel horrible.”

“What am I supposed to do for the next 18 minutes?” You glanced at the time on your computer screen. Your schedule was always planned down to the minute, so if one gets delayed you did not really have the option to move something else up. And right now, you did not have any work to catch up to, or anything else to do in advance.

“It’s Friday, Boss,” Jay smiled as he shifted his position to look at you. “Just relax a bit.”

You did notice you were feeling a little too tense, so when you walked over to his seat you softened your gaze. “You look relaxed,” you said to Jay as you stood in front of him.

He reached out for your hand and tugged you, making you sit on his lap sideways. You instinctively nuzzled into his neck as he chuckled, caressing your thigh with one hand and rubbing your back with the other.

“We have enough time, you know.” Jay’s voice was deep and low, and you could feel the vibration from how close you were leaning into him.

“Hmm,” you hummed, cupping his face in one hand but still burying your face in his neck. “For what?”

“Anything you want.” Jay tightened his grip around your thigh and your breath hitched.

You pulled away from his neck and made him look at you. “I want a kiss.”

Jay smiled, stretching his neck to peck your lips. You pouted, still caressing his face with your hand.

“Kiss me harder,” you said.

With his arm firm around your waist, he dipped you to the side and kissed you hard, as you requested. You chuckled and smiled into the kiss, letting his lips dance with yours as you latched both your arms around his neck. His hand on your thigh moved to stay between your legs, and as he deepened the kiss, his hand started to move dangerously closer to your core.

You moaned when his fingers grazed your clit through your underwear. “Hands off,” you whispered before you continued kissing him back.

“God,” Jay replied, breathless and into your mouth. “You feel so soft.”

You whined and let him nibble on your lips. The sloppy sounds you two were making sent you to overdrive. You pushed him back so he was leaning on the sofa and quickly straddled him, pulling your skirt up so you can spread your legs better.

“We should have stayed in bed longer,” you said softly, leaving his lips to trail kisses along his jawline. “I would have made you kiss me everywhere.”

Jay closed his eyes and rested his hands on your waist as he let you kiss his face. You did not even care about the lipstick marks that were already staining his cheeks and his chin. He smiled throughout the whole process, even chuckling when he felt like your lips were tickling him.

“We still have time,” Jay muttered. He glanced at his watch quickly before looking back at you.

You shook your head but at the same time grinded your hips against his. He stifled a groan, throwing his head back when he felt his erection brush against your core. In a rush, his hand made his way under your skirt. Within seconds, his fingers were tugging your panties to the side, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Please,” Jay breathed. “Let me touch you.”

You shook your head. “One taste and that’s all. That’s what you get for rushing me earlier, thinking that we’re gonna be late.”

You smirked and cupped his face, kissing him again. He moaned into your mouth and drew a line with his finger along your slit. You whimpered, trying not to collapse on him as he pulled his hand away from you. You stopped kissing him and sat back on his lap, only to see him put his finger in his mouth, the very finger that was already tainted with your arousal.

He sucked on his finger like it was a lollipop and closed his eyes, almost as if he was memorizing your taste. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were dilated and his gaze on you was full of lust.

“Unbuckle my pants. Please,” Jay begged. You chuckled and brushed his hair back, touching your forehead to his. “Please, Boss, let me put it in.”

“Why would I do that?” You asked, challenging him.

“Because you smell so fucking good.” He jerked his hips and you opened your mouth to let out a gasp. He then shoved his tongue into you, kissing you again as he pulled you towards him by your neck. “You taste so fucking good,” he continued, speaking against your lips.

The vibrating sound on the coffee table made you flinch in surprise. Jay peered over you and noticed that the timer he had set up went off.

“Fuck,” Jay muttered.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, cupping his face with both your hands. “We’ll play again later.”

You heard two knocks on your door and instantly got off of Jay’s lap. You saw that his hair was disheveled and there were lipstick marks all over his face. You sent him to your private bathroom and you checked your reflection quickly on your phone before inviting Hwiyoung inside.

“The team is ready for you,” Hwiyoung said, fixing his glasses on top of his nose and not bothering to look at you as he just stood there by the door.

You realized there was no need to pretend to be looking at something on your iPad. You slipped it between your arm like a handbag and headed straight to the door.

“Tell Park to follow me asap,” you said as you passed Hwiyoung.

Hwiyoung then looked up and around. “Where is he?”

“In the bathroom,” you claimed, smiling to yourself. “I think he ate something funny.”

---

It took a while to coax Jay into coming to Taehyung’s housewarming party with you. When you mentioned his name, Jay thought that it was a party exclusive for close friends only, and he figured that you would be fine attending it alone. Deep down inside, however, you were scared that Namjoon was going to be there, and if he was, you would feel much more comforted having Jay by your side.

There was a lot of pouting and whining and stomping your feet softly when it came to persuading your boyfriend, and he eventually gave in because he could not believe how cute you were acting, or how you probably would never let it go if he still refused to come with you.

When it came to picking an outfit, it took you three tries to find a dress that Jay approved of. You wanted to look good and you usually dress for yourself, but because you already asked Jay to come with you, you wanted him to choose what to wear. You settled with a backless black dress with long sleeves that hugged your upper body in all the right curves, with an a-line skirt that reached just above your knees. Jay matched you with a plain black t-shirt and black dress pants, throwing over a brown leather jacket as an outer.

Because Taehyung’s house was located just outside of the city, you opted to ride the subway there and just walk to the location since it wasn’t that far of a distance. The moment the two of you arrived, Taehyung greeted you personally by the door and invited you in. You were instantly overwhelmed by the amount of people who were already gathered, and the sound of a jazz record playing through the built in speakers on each wall.

“Did you buy a house or a museum?” You said, half yelling to Taehyung as he led you to the center of his house.

“A little bit of both,” Taehyung replied, grinning at you with his signature boxy smile.

It turns out Taehyung was popular popular. You ended up seeing friends from back in college, and Jay even found people he knew. The two of you became caught up in different groups of conversations, and you slowly drifted away from him, opting to sit on the sofa where Taehyung and his inner circle were hanging out. You glanced over once in a while to look for Jay, and when you spotted him at the corner of a room talking to a bunch of guys, you resumed talking to your own group.

The room you were sitting in had one huge sofa in the middle, which you were currently sitting on, on the far left, and two smaller sofas on each side. Taehyung’s group of seven, minus Namjoon, were huddled around you. You were relaxed as you began to find similar interests and new topics to talk about with them, especially with Hoseok since he was sitting next to you. You were also secretly relieved that Namjoon wasn’t there, so there was no reason to feel tense or uncomfortable.

That is, until Taehyung stood up from his seat to greet the new guest approaching your circle.

You cussed in your head as you scan your eyes across the room, frantically searching for Jay before Taehyung pulls Namjoon into the circle. Hoseok noticed your behavior and was about to ask you about it, but Jay appeared behind you as if from thin air and gently touched your shoulder.

“Babe,” he said, almost bowing down to you to reach your ear. “Kinda thirsty but I don’t know where to get a drink.”

“I’ll go,” you replied, standing up in an instant. You almost hit your head against Jay’s chin during the process. “Stay here.”

Jay wanted to go with you initially, but he realized maybe you wanted him to save your seat. When he turned to face the sofa, he found Hoseok looking at him.

“You’re Heeseung’s friend, aren’t you?” He asked with a smile.

Jay immediately warmed up and sat next to Hoseok, listening to his explanation of how he and Heeseung used to go to the same dance academy. In the middle of the conversation, Taehyung arrived back at the circle with Namjoon, and Jay felt a pair of eyes just observing him from a distance.

Luckily, you arrived in time, carrying two cans of soda in your hands as you handed one over to Jay. “You don’t mind not consuming alcohol tonight, do you?”

Jay just smiled and nodded at you, receiving the drink. You then noticed how Hoseok was beaming at you both, and realizing that Jay probably had felt a little left out, you decided to introduce him to the group. They all gave an acknowledging nod, including Namjoon who was sitting on the far right. Jay then was about to stand up to give your seat back, but you placed your hand on his shoulder, telling him to remain seated.

You sat on the edge of the sofa, the armrest barely serving as a wide enough surface for you to sit on. Jay pulled your legs towards him, protectively placing his hands on your thighs so you did not reveal too much skin. The conversation continued and you gradually became more comfortable with your position, resting an arm around Jay’s shoulder and almost sitting on his lap entirely.

For some reason, Jin, who was the most talkative of the group, suggested that you play a beginner-version of Chinese poker. Since it was just a game meant for four people, you split into groups of two people, with the others just hovering around to watch. You already knew how to play since it was the only fun thing you did during high school, so you quickly gave Jay a tutorial and helped him play the first practice round.

“Okay,” Taehyung clapped his hand, requesting for attention. “Now the real game begins. Place your bets.”

“Bets? We’re betting?” You asked, shifting your position on Jay’s lap. You had been sitting on him for so long, you were worried that he might have felt tired.

“Noona, if I win, can you hire me to work at your company?” Jungkook looked at you with puppy eyes. He was sitting to your left and you had to twist your body to face him.

Chuckling, you merely shrugged and agreed to his request. “Why not? You’re gonna have to pass him though,” you answered, pointing to Jay. Jay raised both eyebrows to Jungkook and he just grinned as a response.

“If I win,” Namjoon stated, clearing his throat. “You’re featuring on my new song.”

It took you a while to realize Namjoon was talking to you, and when you felt all eyes on you, you could only scoff. “Me? I don’t even sing.”

“But you can,” Taehyung chimed in. “We’ve heard you.”

The other guys started to agree and you were flustered, thinking that the game somehow turned into a penalty for you no matter who wins. While the rest of the guys were busy arguing with each other, Jay squeezed your thigh to get your attention. You looked at him for a second and leaned in when you realized he wanted to whisper to you.

“If I win, we’re getting the fuck out of here so I can have some alone time with you,” he said, ever so gently and right into your ear. He then trailed his index finger down your spine, taking advantage of your exposed back, and you giggled because of how it tickled. From across the table, Namjoon was clenching his jaw.

You reluctantly agreed to Namjoon’s request and as everyone finished placing their non-material bets, the game started. You noticed Jay struggling to hold his 13-card hand, so you placed your hand on one side and let him hold the other. The game was over in an instant, since all of you played sets more than singles or pairs, and Jin ended up winning with Jimin groaning since he had to do a favor for his hyung.

At least two more games went by with the winners’ bets unrelated to you, and you could basically hear Jay sighing in relief even though technically he did not win any yet. This next round, however, became more intense since it highlighted the way Namjoon and Jay were going neck and neck. You eyed Jay’s cards and mentally calculated the remaining cards Namjoon might had, and as you were about to give him pointers, Namjoon cleared his throat.

“Yoongi hyung is not helping me this round, so I think it’s only fair if you let Jay play on his own,” he stated.

The circle fell silent as they all laid their eyes on you and Jay. You scoffed, raising both your hands up and slowly standing up to move away from Jay. You remained standing beside him, though, observing the game quietly until it was Jay’s final turn.

Jay was eyeing the pile of cards, and the cards on Namjoon’s hands, before focusing back on his own hand. You had lost track of the cards that were already played, so you really did not know who was going to win. Eventually, Jay played a full house, hoping that Namjoon did not have a set that could win against his.

The set Namjoon revealed was a flush, signifying that he lost.

Taehyung immediately clapped, followed by the other guys shouting ‘beginner’s luck’ to Jay. Jay smiled so wide that wrinkles formed in the corner of his eyes, and Hoseok nudged his side as he mouthed ‘good job.’ Jay looked up at you and found you smiling at him, and he couldn’t help but pull you into his lap again, ignoring the chatter around you two as he rested his arm around your waist.

You leaned into him and kissed his forehead. “Well done, my prince,” you whispered, earning a soft smile from him as he closed his eyes.

Keeping your promise, and since it was getting late anyway, you decided to excuse yourself to the bathroom before going home. You walked to Taehyung and made him explain the route to the guest bathroom, and before leaving you insisted that Jay just wait in his seat.

Jay was talking to both Jungkook and Hoseok for a while until he realized you had been gone for too long. During a pause in the conversation, he looked around the circle and noticed that Taehyung, Jin, and Namjoon were also gone. He then politely excused himself from the conversation, promising to text Hoseok later, before standing up to go look for you.

Already aware where the bathroom was, Jay strolled down the hallway confidently until he spotted you at the end of it, by the balcony that faced the pool downstairs. From a distance it looked like you were standing there by yourself, and he thought maybe you were waiting in line to use the bathroom. When he took more steps closer, though, he saw Namjoon right beside you.

Your eyes glinted when you saw Jay, and Namjoon immediately sensed that you were distracted. You smiled apologetically to him before turning to your boyfriend.

“Ready to go, babe?” Jay asked, eyes focused on you without bothering to acknowledge Namjoon’s presence.

You nodded as you reached for Jay’s arm, hugging it and half-heartedly saying goodbye to Namjoon. As the two of you walked away, you hugged Jay’s arm tighter and he leaned in to kiss the top of your head.

---

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at us.”

You looked over at Jay who was lying down on the sofa, hair still wet from the shower and mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

“Like what?” You said, carrying two mugs filled with hot water and setting it on the coffee table. An hour had passed since you both arrived from Taehyung’s party and none of you were feeling sleepy yet.

“Like it was a crime for me to touch you,” Jay muttered. He watched you plop down on the sofa with him, pulling up your legs to your chest. You looked cozy in your shorts and cropped t-shirt, which was always your go-to lounge fit.

You smiled and checked your own phone. “Sometimes you have a way with words. Like you paint with it.”

Jay groaned and stretched his arms out. He did not respond for a while, but then he scooted over and made himself comfortable by lying down on your lap. His damp hair tickled your thighs but you were more than happy to have him snuggle up to you. He observed your focused face on your phone and began stroking your arm. He then reached up to caress your cheek, and as a response you kissed his palm.

“Is it childish if I say I don’t want you seeing him again? I have no idea what his intentions are but I have a bad feeling,” Jay confessed with a pout on his lips.

“He was still making excuses and finding ways to see me,” you replied. “I understand where you’re coming from.”

“Is that why you were talking to him for so long? If I didn’t come to look for you, what do you think he would have said?”

You frowned and set your phone aside, resting your hand on Jay’s chest. “I don’t know but I’m glad you came to rescue me.”

Jay linked his hand with yours. “So what will you do?”

“I have a company. I can always use that as an excuse to turn down every single invitation from him. And the next time Taehyung invites me to an event, I’ll make sure he won’t be there before I say yes to going.”

Jay smiled and pulled your hands to kiss your knuckles. You brushed his hair back before kissing his forehead, and he closed his eyes as he melted into your touch. His next move almost startled you, though, since he propped himself up with his arms and turned sideways to kiss you properly.

“All I wanted to do all night,” Jay sighed, cupping your face with one hand, “was to shove my tongue in your mouth so everyone will know you’re mine.”

You chuckled softly, landing a kiss on his cheek. “That sounds very romantic.”

Jay grabbed you by your thighs and made you lie down on the sofa completely before joining you, lying sideways and lovingly stroking your hair as you looked up at him.

“What else did you want to do?” You asked playfully, putting your hand flat against his chest.

Preferring to just show instead of tell, Jay kissed your lips once before moving to your jawline and down to your neck, sucking your soft spot. His hand that was stroking your thigh moved to spread your legs open, and as he fingered you through your shorts you moaned right into his ear.

“I can’t believe he got to smell you like this,” he muttered. “You smell like love.”

“Baby,” you moaned, jerking your hips up. You did not care anymore that you were clearly blushing from the way Jay was talking to you. “Take my shorts off.”

Jay had no choice but to oblige, especially when you were moaning breathlessly in his ear. He tugged your shorts and panties off in one go, discarding them on the floor before he positioned himself between your legs. You sighed as he planted kisses on your inner thighs, and as he made his way up and closer to your core you began to close your eyes. You felt his hot breath against your cunt, and suddenly you felt so needy.

“Jay,” you whimpered, locking your fingers in his hair. “What are you waiting for?”

Just as you finished your sentence, Jay shoved his tongue inside you without a warning. You groaned and arched your back at the sudden contact, and as he continued to abuse your folds you were struggling to keep your legs open. He kept you down with the weight of his arms as he continued to suck your clit. You were already losing your mind from the way his tongue was working wonders, and as he kept alternating between sucking, kissing, and licking your cunt you made sure to let him know how good he was making you feel by letting out the loudest, most obnoxious moans.

He did not give you time to get used to the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm creeping up. Your shirt was riding up your chest at this point, and Jay conveniently placed one hand on your boob, squeezing it so you can reach your high faster. You had lost the ability to form complete sentences, or even utter actual words, so when the pitch of your voice hit a higher note, Jay went even harder, shoving his tongue as deep as he could and supporting you by grabbing your ass.

“Oh my God,” you cried, feeling actual tears forming in the corner of your eyes. “Baby…”

You opened your eyes to look at Jay, who had his eyes on you the whole time. His nose brushed against your pelvis as he lapped up your juices, licking you dry before finally detaching from your core. He was drenched around his mouth and in that moment, you thought it was the most handsome he has ever looked.

“Why did you make me cum so fast? I want you inside me,” you whined, pulling him by the collar of his shirt so his face was level with yours.

“Don’t worry,” he said, dipping his head to leave a peck on your lips. “I’m not done with you.”

He pulled you by your hands so you could sit up and take your shirt off while he undressed himself completely. He then rested on the sofa, his back pressed to the pillows while you were now lying facing him. He wrapped an arm around you, securing your place so you wouldn’t fall, and you brought your leg up and rested it on his waist.

You began kissing his lips, caressing his cheek and brushing his hair, basically showing him every loving gesture that you could name. His skin was warm against yours, and as you continued to kiss him you felt his tip grazing your folds. You whimpered into his mouth, wanting nothing else except feeling him full inside you.

Jay caressed your back and held you in place by your waist as he slowly eased himself into you. You let out a shaky breath before touching your lips with his again.

“Mine,” he whispered.

“Yours,” you breathed.

And with that, the two of you continued to make love through the night, without thinking about anything else, focusing on the way your bodies fit into each other perfectly.

---

It was the middle of the week, and it was usually the busiest day for you at the office despite it being hump day. You woke up with the sunrays blinding you since the curtains were already open. Blinking several times, you then heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. You looked at the clock and realize that you woke up on time, so you decided to join Jay in the shower.

However, the moment you tugged your blanket away, you felt the sharp, stinging pain similar to the one that caused you the black out a while ago. You placed a hand over your lower abdomen as you searched for your phone, checking the calendar for your cycle. You were sure your period ended more than a week ago, so it could not be PMS. Once you ruled that out, and after finding out that you were ovulating, you just sighed and placed your phone back on the night stand, tucking yourself back in bed.

You lied down with your eyes wide open and your head empty, just staring into the distant sky through the window. After a while, Jay came out of the bathroom with only a towel covering his waist.

“Baby, are you up?” He called out to you as he walked over to the wardrobe to grab the clothes he had planned since last night. “If we want to be early, you need to shower now.”

You shifted in bed, curling up into a fetal position. Jay noticed this once he was done putting on his pants, and he chucked his towel away before walking over to your side. “What’s wrong?” He questioned you softly, kneeling on the floor and trying to get a good look of your face.

You closed your eyes and shook your head, finding it hard to explain the pain with words. Your arms were tucked in front of your stomach when Jay carefully lifted the covers away. He stroked your hair and touched your forehead to check your temperature before he moved his hand to rub your back.

“Was I too rough last night?” He asked again, voice lowered to a whisper.

You realized there was no reason to make Jay feel bad so you looked up at him and smiled weakly. “It’s just cramps. It happens sometimes when I’m ovulating.”

“Oh, okay,” he said, still rubbing his hand on your back. “Do you want to stay home? I can cover for you and call Hwiyoung. Or do you want me to stay?”

You did not answer for quite a long time, weighing the options in your head as you blankly stare at Jay’s arms.

“Fuck it, I’m staying,” Jay stood up without waiting for your response. His head turned left and right as he looked for his phone.

You sat up and rubbed your face with both your hands, taking a deep breath. You were not sure yourself if you could even stand up and function like a normal person, but then you quickly calculated the moments you stayed at work late and thought that maybe you did deserve a day off.

Jay rushed back to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, typing something on his phone. You calmly took his phone away from his hands and the way the shock washed over his face almost made you laugh.

“Cover for me, and take care of that one meeting we have scheduled for the afternoon,” you said, locking his phone and placing it beside you. “I’ll be f…”

Your sentence hung in the air as you winced, feeling the sharp pain returning. Jay scooted closer but froze, worrying that if he’d touch you wrong it would bring you more discomfort. When you felt the pain subside, you reached out to touch his face.

“I’ll be fine. The pain comes and goes, I just need to find a way to ignore it,” you continued. Jay frowned and placed a palm over your hand on his face, kissing it.

“If that’s what you want,” Jay said, moving closer to hug you. You accepted his embrace and as you put your arms around his neck, you realized he was maneuvering you to lie back on the bed. You chuckled at his action and let him do so. “I’m gonna fix something for you to eat before I go, okay?”

“Okay,” you answered softly. He leaned in to kiss you softly and you smiled at him. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, baby,” Jay replied without missing a beat. He kissed the back of your hand before standing up and leaving the bedroom.

It took a while for him to get things ready before it was time for him to leave, and when he went back into the bedroom, he saw that you had fallen asleep again. Grabbing his phone and jacket, he observed your face for a couple of seconds before tiptoeing away, closing the door slowly behind him.

---

Jay let himself inside the front door and frowned as soon as he heard laughter coming from the living room. He took off his shoes and loosened his tie, walking over to the sofa to find you and Jake just uncontrollably giggling over a show you were watching on Netflix.

“Looks like you two are having fun,” Jay announced his arrival and spoke louder on purpose.

“Oh, shit. You’re back!” Jake almost flinched when he heard Jay’s voice.

Almost not acknowledging Jake’s remark, Jay walked over to where you were seated and leaned in as you stretched your arms to give him a hug. “How are you feeling?” He asked softly, not forgetting to rub your back for a second before pulling away.

“Fine, but I think you calling Jake to babysit me is overkill,” you eyed Jake, who was still laughing to himself as he paused the show on the screen. “And thank God you’re here because I need to use the bathroom and he won’t leave me alone.”

“Noona, I can’t leave you alone,” Jake emphasized before glancing at Jay. “He gave me very specific orders.”

To tell the truth, Jay was too scared to leave you alone, especially knowing that the last time you were sick he wasn’t there to take care of you. Heck, he even missed the first call you made. So after preparing breakfast for you earlier, he made the genius decision to call his friends, seeing who was available for the day so that they can take his place in supervising you. The poor man was just worried sick that something horrible might happen.

“How was she?” Jay asked as Jake followed him to the kitchen.

Jake took a seat by the counter and watched as Jay took out three mugs. “Almost gave her a heart attack when she walked out her bedroom and found me just lounging there on her sofa. Why didn’t you tell her again?”

Jay shrugged. “If I introduce the idea of having you over, she would have said no real quick,” Jay answered. He started boiling water and going through your drawer filled with boxes of tea. “Did you order in lunch for her? Did she ask for painkillers?”

“Yes, and no,” Jake scrunched his nose as he caught a whiff of the scent of herbal tea. “I offered her some but she settled with using a hot water bottle.”

Jay nodded and pouted as he leaned towards the counter, hands grabbing the edge of it. “Are you good? You didn’t skip meals, did you?”

The face Jake made was that of a boy who seemed horrified at what he had just heard. “Mate, are you good? You’re being so attentive to me and that’s creeping me out a bit.”

Jay rolled his eyes and turned his back to Jake, checking the water he was boiling. Jake chuckled softly and shook his head.

“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking. I’m glad I came to look out for her,” Jake continued. “From the looks of it, it seemed like she just needed to talk and have company.”

Jake said it in a good way, but it still made Jay feel horrible for leaving you at home while he attended to all your office work. He began wondering what the day would have turned out like if he was the one staying home instead.

“Thanks, man,” Jay said, pushing one of the mugs filled with hot tea towards Jake. “Drink this, it’s good for you.”

Jake merely chuckled and followed suit when Jay carefully sipped his own tea. You came out of your bedroom and immediately walked over towards the counter where Jay was standing, hugging him from the side as his hand was occupied with his hot drink.

The three of you continued to talk over tea, with Jay lightly cleaning up and listening to both you and Jake making comments about the show you were watching. After he was done with his drink, Jake figured it was time to go, and mentioned that his shift as a part-time waiter was about to start anyway. You thanked him and gave him a tight hug before he left.

The moment the front door closed, the smile on your face slowly started to fade. The pain started kicking in again and Jay immediately noticed the shift in your expressions.

“Oh, no. Again?”

You admitted you were holding it in most of the time because you didn’t want to make Jake worry. Jay swiftly lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom, making you rest on the bed while he preps dinner for you. He let you eat on your bed and accompanied you as he pulled a chair and ate with you, trying his best to distract you from the pain as he tells you what happened at the office.

Once you felt your pain subside again, you went straight to the bathroom for a quick shower. You cut your skincare steps short and made it to the bed as quick as you could, and the moment Jay finished washing up you were already half asleep.

“Do you want the hot water bottle refilled?” Jay asked, putting on a clean t-shirt and brushing his damp hair back.

You shook your head and extended your hand, signaling that you wanted him to join you in bed. He smiled at you and quickly climbed into the covers.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked as he gently rubbed your waist.

You pointed to the right part of your lower abdomen, and he tried to move as carefully as possible as he pushed your t-shirt upwards. You were in no position to protest, because as soon as you realized what he was doing, all you could do was sigh in relief.

Jay caressed your belly and stroked your sides, aware that his body temperature was still warm from the shower. He then kissed the part where you said hurt, and placed his cheek on it, using you as a pillow. You found the gesture oddly comforting, so as a thank you, you began stroking his hair until you both drifted off to sleep.

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The sound of pitter-patter against the window woke you up along with the subtle shine of the sunrays hitting your eyes. When you opened your eyes completely, you were greeted with the peaceful image of Jay sleeping right next to you. His hair was tousled to the side, and he had a tiny bit of drool on the corner of his mouth. His tan skin appeared golden under the bits of sunshine, and for a second you thought he was glowing like an angel.

You scooted closer to him ever so gently, careful not to wake him up. Bringing one hand up to his face, you rested it on his cheek and started caressing him with your thumb. You did not know if it was the rain, or your hormones, or just the fact that the love of your life is in bed with you that morning, but you just felt an overwhelming amount of love in your chest that almost made you choke up.

Jay scrunched his nose in his sleep and you stopped caressing him. You pulled your hand back to yourself and rested both under your cheek, still facing him and adoring the view. You then moved to kiss him on his cheek before turning around to face the other side, knowing full well that the tears in your eyes were about to fall.

You lied sideways and let your warm tears stain your pillow. Sometimes this happens—instances where you feel a sudden fear, or a certain anxiousness about something you hold dear—and when it does, you really could not find any other solution than to just let it out. You did not expect, though, to feel Jay’s arms snaking around your body and pulling you close to his chest.

Wiping your tears away in a rush, you took several deep breaths before placing both your hands over Jay’s. His grip tightened and you could hear him yawn behind you.

“Are you awake?” He asked, voice croaky.

“Mmhm,” you hummed as you pulled his hand to your lips to kiss his knuckles.

He snuggled closer to you, making your back press against his chest. His other hand reached upwards, tugging your shirt and sliding under it to give your breasts a light massage. You chuckled as you place your fingers over his elbow, letting him do his thing. Eventually he stopped, breathing heavily over your ear before leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You decided to turn around to face him and caress him properly, and when you did so, you found that he was still closing his eyes the whole time. You cupped his face with both your hands and he nuzzled into your palms. It made you choke back a tear, but it sounded like a sob, and as a result Jay slowly opened his eyes.

“Are you crying?” He asked, sounding tired but also panicked. “Tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt?”

Jay’s show of concern only made you even more teary. You sniffled and blinked, and more tears streamed sideways down your face. Jay furrowed as he pulled you into him, making you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, love,” he whispered as he rubbed your back. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry,” you said against his chest, your voice almost a squeak. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“That’s okay,” he replied. Squeezing your shoulder and kissing the top your head, his hand then moved to your waist. “But can you please tell me if you’re hurting anywhere?”

You made an effort to shake your head no, hoping that Jay would understand that the pain you felt was not physical. He then continued to rub your sides with one hand and stroking your arm with the other.

“Listen,” Jay spoke with the gentlest voice he could muster. “It’s Sunday and we don’t have anywhere to be at least until the evening. You don’t even have to leave the bed if you want to. Just tell me what you want and I will make it happen. Anything.”

You chuckled softly in between sobs. “You sound like a genie.”

Jay pulled his head back to look at you, to make sure it was safe enough to crack a joke. “I mean, I kinda already am. Your wish is literally my command.”

You took a deep breath before looking up at him, the view being oddly funny since all you could see was his chiseled jawline from this close. “How many wishes do I get?”

“Unlimited,” Jay answered, without missing a beat. “Although to grant a wish, I do need you to rub my magic lamp.”

You punched Jay in the chest lightly and he winced dramatically, earning a hearty laugh from you. “Can I really just stay in bed?”

“Yes. Tell me what you need.”

“You.”

Clearly Jay was taken aback by your quick answer because of the way his hands stopped caressing your body. “Are you saying you want me to keep doing this?” Jay began stroking your hair again.

You hummed in satisfaction, nudging your nose against his chin. If you were a cat, you would practically be purring.

“How about this?” Jay moved his hand downwards and started rubbing your shoulders. You nodded in approval and started hugging him tighter. “I’ll do you one better.”

Jay started groping your ass aggressively, pushing your hips into his and it made you cackle. His eyes were crinkled on the corners by the way he was laughing with you, looking at you through his eyelashes before he closed the gap by kissing your lips. You sighed into his mouth, letting the warmth of his body take over you as you desperately hold on to his biceps for support.

“Your lips are chapped,” you commented, still breathing into his lips.

He merely hummed, biting your lower lip playfully and making you smile. “That’s why I’m kissing you to make them wet.”

You threw one leg over his waist and let him pull you even closer, as if the two of you couldn’t be any closer. For a while your tongues were just dancing against each other’s, and the way his hands were roaming all over your body made your shirt ride up. You smiled again into his kiss and placed a palm on his chest, stopping him even though he was so ready to chase your lips.

“You’re blushing,” he whispered, after getting a good look of your face.

“You’re hard,” you giggled, clearly feeling him between your legs.

“Wanna do something about it?” He proposed, hooking a finger on the band of your shorts. He waited until you nodded at him before tugging them down to your feet, and you kicked them away in a rush as you moved back into Jay’s arms, palming his erection against his flannel pants.

Jay brought your hand up to his lips to kiss it, and then pushed himself up to get rid of his pants and his boxers. He rarely goes to bed with a top, so he was now naked in front of you, snaking his arm under your waist while his other hand caressed your thigh. You rested both your hands on his neck, and your leg over his waist, while you let him align himself with your entrance.

He entered you and completely bottomed out in one go. As he observed your face, eyes closed and brows knitted, he gently caressed your thigh again to let you adjust to his size. The moment he saw you begin to relax, he started rocking his hips into you ever so slowly.

You sighed and opened your eyes, searching for his. You then pulled him into a kiss and let him quicken the pace, gradually moaning louder into his mouth. You wanted to feel him deeper, so you hooked your leg around him and placed your hand on his ass, pushing him into you. Jay groaned, letting go of your lips as he breathed shakily over your mouth. You rocked your hips with him and matched his pace, and within minutes you both came one after the other.

You couldn’t remember when was the last time sex with Jay was this slow and sensual, yet completed in such a short time. The effect it had on you was just like any other session with him, though, and you took a second to appreciate how full you felt with him still inside you.

Jay, on the other hand, was staring at you as if honey was dripping from his eyes. His hands never stopped caressing you—your thighs, your back, and your shoulders—and it was like there wasn’t an inch of your body that was left untouched.

“Breakfast for the queen?” Jay asked, brushing your hair back to kiss your forehead.

You smiled. “I think I need a shower first.”

“With me?”

“Just me.”

Jay pouted at you and you could not believe how cute or how innocent he looked, all the while still having his cock between your walls. You scrunched your nose as you clenched down there, earning a soft grunt for him as you pulled away.

“I have zero energy right now,” you said, smiling apologetically.

“My bad,” Jay replied, smiling sheepishly. He landed one last kiss on your lips before you disappeared into the bathroom.

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You stared at the four boys huddled in your living room, staring at the TV as they yelled at the screen and screamed into each other’s ears. Jay was sitting on a lounge chair, still dressed in his black undershirt tucked into his black dress pants because he went out to get groceries with you earlier. His denim jacket was randomly thrown on the chair by your desk. Heeseung and Sunghoon occupied the sofa, or your loveseat, as they gripped their consoles in their hands. Jake was on the other side, sitting on the floor and leaning comfortably on your coffee table, cheering on Heeseung’s character on the screen.

A loud groan came out of Sunghoon’s mouth as he saw his character fall down dramatically in slow motion with the words K.O. on the screen. Jay was laughing hysterically, while Jake immediately turned around to give Heeseung a high five. You shook your head and smiled to yourself, turning around to browse your cabinet to find hot drinks that you can serve to the boys.

“Noona, your TV is a 55-inch, right? Our TV broke and it’s game night, can we come over and use yours?”

When Jake called you on the phone and immediately popped the request, it made you realize how comfortable Jay’s friends were with you now, and how they basically were your friends too. It was a little complex when it came to Heeseung, though, since he was technically employed by you, but you were grateful that the boys welcomed you the second they saw you for the first time.

Or maybe they were just getting too comfortable with you now. Honestly, you couldn’t tell. Of course you said yes to Jake’s request, which was met with loud noises in the background of the call, and you could barely make out Sunghoon yelling thank you to you.

You decided to unbox the new hot chocolate packets that you got from the store. As you dig your nails into the box to rip it open, you heard the shuffling of slippers and noticed that Heeseung was now joining you by the kitchen counters.

“Need hot water with that?” He asked, smiling as he went to wash his hands in the sink.

You pointed out the location of the teapots and mugs, and as he boiled the water he stayed there to talk to you. You glanced over to the living room once in a while, noticing that Jay was now playing against Jake.

“So I heard about the L/N Tech Awards,” Heeseung cleared his throat. “That’s open for any of your employees, right?”

“Anyone who is not an executive, yes,” you answered without a thought. Then you blinked. “Wait, how do you know that?”

“Sometimes when I arrive early to your office, I chat with the guys there. Your other secretary, Hwiyoung, seems to be sharing a lot of information, you know,” Heeseung explained as he leaned on a counter.

You frowned. “So what now, you’re buddy-buddy with Hwiyoung too?” Heeseung shrugged and you moved to place five mugs on the counter. “Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Heeseung stood up straight and fixed his posture. “I know I don’t work in the office, but if it’s allowed, I would like to apply.”

You turned to face Heeseung and smiled. “You want to study?”

Heeseung sucked the air between his teeth as he figured out a way to express his thoughts. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Hanging out around your staff, and you, made me want to do more.”

You fell silent and just stared at Heeseung for a while. You were reminded of your teaching days and how every single positive comment from your student would stay on your mind for days. You always thought of yourself as someone who would rather move in silence—not wanting to be perceived and seen. So when you see your students, or anyone else for that matter, get inspired by your actions and go on to achieve more than you could ever think of, it always makes you feel immensely proud.

After what felt like a long period of silence, you smirked and nudged Heeseung’s arm with your elbow. “Yeah, you can apply. Why not?”

Heeseung whispered a dramatic ‘yes!’ and jumped in his place once, earning a soft laugh from you. You continued to talk to Heeseung, almost not noticing the way Jay was approaching the two of you since you were facing the stove and not the living room.

“Why are you flirting with my girlfriend?” Jay asked, obviously joking. You were about to say something but he playfully put you in a headlock, gently dragging you away from Heeseung. You chuckled and placed both your hands on his arm, hanging on to him for dear life.

“I’m talking to our boss,” Heeseung defended himself. He then glanced over at the sofa and saw Jake calling him over since it was his turn to play. He quickly left and you just stared at the other three boys for a while, still in a headlock.

Since Jay wasn’t letting you go, you experimentally licked his arm and he flinched from the sudden contact, instantly letting you go. You laughed because his face was in between shock and disgust, and you immediately placed a hand affectionately on his face to caress his cheek.

“Your friends are being too loud,” you said. “If my neighbors come up to me and complain, it’ll be on you.”

“Yeah?” Jay took your hand off his face and placed it on his shoulder, then he pulled you towards him and encased you in his arms. “They don’t seem to have a problem when you’re being loud.”

You knew exactly what Jay meant and you just scrunched your nose. “I’m never that loud. They are literally screaming like they’re being murdered.”

“So do you want me to make you scream that loud?” Jay leaned into you, nuzzling your neck and speaking right against your skin. “I can do it, you know. If you’d let me.”

Your eyelids fluttered shut as your hands moved down to stroke his arms. His delicious arms, you thought. You had seen Jay naked countless times, so why is the image of him wearing an undershirt turning you on more than usual?

“JAY!” Sunghoon’s loud scream almost slapped you back into reality. “It’s your turn again, buddy!”

At the same time, the water started boiling, so with a chuckle, you let go of Jay and sent him back to the living room. After pouring the packets of hot chocolate into each mug, you carefully poured the hot water into them. You then glanced over at the boys and noticed that Jake was not playing.

“Jake, can you give me a hand?” You asked, raising your voice.

Jake turned his head towards you so fast and immediately stood up and ran to you. You asked him to fetch a tray and he marveled at how luxurious it was and even commented how expensive it must have been. You just laughed at his random comments as you placed each mug onto the tray, and then made him bring it to the coffee table.

The round ended not long after you served the drinks to the boys, and as they placed their consoles aside for a second, you watched as they all took different mugs.

“Careful, it’s probably still piping hot,” you said, eyeing Sunghoon warily since he seemed to be the one who was the most eager.

Jay took a sip after blowing gently into his mug, and then his face froze. A frown then gradually formed on his face as he looked at you, eyes staring at you in protest.

“Oh no. Is that my mint choco?” You asked, holding back a laugh.

Jay groaned and the other boys just laughed at him, glad that they dodged the mint choco bomb.

“I’m sorry!” You said, taking Jay’s mug away and handing him yours, which you hadn’t sipped from yet.

“Kiss the taste away from me, please,” Jay demanded, setting his mug on the table.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, and Heeseung let out an airy chuckle as he grabbed the console on the table. Since you established that you were comfortable with the boys around you, you moved to sit on Jay’s lap and as he adorably pouted his lips towards you, you kissed him gently.

“Oh my God, PDA. Get a room!” Jake dramatically covered his eyes, blindly reaching for the other console.

“This is literally my house,” you said, snuggling comfortably into Jay’s lap and holding your mug close to your chest.

Jake blinked to himself like he just got a sudden revelation. Sunghoon then complained and asked Heeseung and Jake to start the next round. You stayed seated on Jay’s lap, handing him his mug and letting his arm rest around your waist.

“Thank you for doing this,” Jay spoke softly into your ear.

“Doing what?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the TV.

“Hosting game night for the guys,” Jay continued. “You really are a keeper.”

He planted a chaste kiss on your cheek and you smiled, putting your hand on his face to press his cheek onto yours. “You’re welcome, baby.”

“Baby? That’s something new,” Jake chimed in after having listened to your not-so-subtle conversation.

You eyed him fiercely before spitting a response. “Oh shut up, I wear heels bigger than your dick.”

And with that, you managed to earn a huge, hearty laugh from the boys. Heeseung found himself in tears as he seemed to be aware of Jake’s actual size, and Sunghoon was wheezing and absolutely speechless to have seen you snap. Jay, on the other hand, squeezed his arms around you tighter, happy to know that you will always have his back no matter what the context.

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