#like I'm purposefully not sleeping and dropping things because i can't do anything

[jedi-bird]

Everything in my back, neck, and hips are super tight today and hurting to the point where I kind of low-key just want to end it all (but I don't actually, I just want the pain to stop for five minutes so I can actually eat enough to take the better pain meds). I can't hold anything in my right hand because it's spasming, I can't eat because I'm nauseous, I can't lay down because my muscles are screaming, I can't focus because I'm getting a migraine. At some point the pain will get bad enough that everything will just stop and I'll sleep for an hour and wake up feeling not better but okay enough to try and reset things. Waiting until that moment is the worst though.

[neon-vocalist]

get what you deserve - c.3

tw blood, descriptions of abuse

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Veronica purposefully leaves before Heather wakes up. She doesn't want to deal with the shame of seeing her face, having to apologise, knowing that Heather did so much for her and didn't deserve the lashing out she got. "So what if she doesn't like me?" she grumbles, tugging her clothing on. "Not like we'd get anywhere anyway. I can't do anything." She stomps around the house collecting her belongings and putting the towels and bottles away. The least she can do is aggressively clean up after herself.

"Gonna have to call Jason and tell him I'm coming home... gonna have to call McNamara and tell her I'm leaving her house... and gonna have to write a note for Heather so she knows I'm not dead." She doesn't have a bag or anything to take home this time, unless you'd count the bandages on her hands and the lingering feeling that she screwed up and lost everything she loves.

So, pretty much nothing to take home. She opens the door to the angry cold air, sky still so dark she can see lights from miles away, leans against the wall, and pulls up her contacts app. Who does she go for first? Then it hits her how early it is, that McNamara may not even be awake yet. Well, crap.

The couch and fuzzy blanket are seeming quite tempting...

Though she's so tired she wants to drop dead, cry, or both due to the events of yesterday, Veronica steels herself to face the music and call her friend. It's embarrassing enough that she had to come here in the first place. Leaving and then being so weak she has to come back? That would definitely be even worse. No, she can sleep when she gets to the house.

"Ronnie?" asks McNamara, almost making Veronica drop her phone. "You alright? It's 5:30 in the morning. What's up? Are you still at Heather's?"

"I'm going back to Jason's from your house now," Veronica tells her, starting the lethargic and painful walk down the street. Heather pauses for a second before saying "Okay."

"I just wanted to let you know in case he called."

"Veronica, are you okay?" Heather asks.

"I'm fine," Veronica replies instantly. "I'm okay."

"Why did you need an excuse to come to your friend's house? Why would he be tracking you like that?" she asks carefully, picking every word to make sure she doesn't come off too harshly. The last thing she needs is to further reinforce the awkward wall that's been shoved between her and her friend.

Veronica gives a frustrated sigh. "He doesn't like Heather, okay? That's all there is to it." Something about Heather McNamara's caring voice and prying tone makes her want to tell the truth. She takes a shaky breath while Heather waits expectantly on the other end of the phone. "And, well, he kind of threw..." What am I saying? He'll kill me if I tell Heather this. "Threw away my favourite jacket... because he didn't like that either. So I was mad at him and wanted to stay somewhere else for the night." Veronica chuckles to punctuate her awkward cover up. "That's all," she says again.

"You sounded really scared when you called me. Your voice was super strained. Your breathing sounded like you've been crying." Heather's really trying not to pry, but Veronica's panicked chatter has been dominating her thoughts all night. It's dark and it's getting cold... Jason won't let me... please? She sounded so helpless, though she was trying to put on a courageous front. It wasn't quite working as well as she thought it was.

It really wasn't working at all.

She can practically feel Veronica's terror through the phone and submits with a sigh. "Okay, you know what? Fine. I'm not going to ask you for anything you don't want to give me. But, please, Ronnie... get some help. I can tell something's wrong."

"What... uh, what makes you say that?"

"Let's review. It's 5 in the morning, you called me yesterday in pain asking me to pretend you were at my house because your boyfriend wouldn't let you stay with Heather Chandler, and then your boyfriend called me not ten minutes later to make sure you were here. Now you're calling me to tell me to tell him that you're coming home from my house when you weren't there in the first place, your voice is shaking, you make a noise that sounds like a sad puppy whenever I call you Ronnie- there it is again- and you just made a really bad spontaneous cover-up for something that sounded like the beginning of he threw something at me. And to be honest, I don't think you're scared just because you're lying or just because it's dark." Heather softens her voice. "I think you're scared of your boyfriend and you know what he'll do to you if he finds out. Is it too much to venture out on a limb and say that you know from... experience?"

"I- I mean- no! No, I'm not, and he's given me no reason to. I need to go. Right now." Veronica hangs up before Heather can even reply. "I'm not scared of him," she repeats as she forces her feet to walk down the street. "There's no reason for me to be scared of him," she reasons with herself as she tries to calm her quickening pulse. "This is my home," she whispers, not really believing it anymore as she shivers on her porch, looking up at the little house they share together.

"Damn straight it is," Jason replies, taking Veronica by the arm and yanking her inside the open door.

He slams it shut behind her and kisses her fiercely, pulling her off the ground with his hands around her waist. She doesn't kiss him back or even hold him back; instead she's completely limp in his grasp. It probably feels like kissing a ragdoll. But that's the way he likes it. He finally puts her down and gives her a silent once-over, and Veronica squirms under his gaze, feeling like a specimen under a microscope. "Hi, Jason," Veronica murmurs, looking at the ground. He brushes the back of his hand beneath her chin to force her to look up in the same way Heather did to keep her from looking down at her leg. But when Heather did it, the feel of her fingers felt comforting, like she was being taken care of and loved. And when Heather did it, the sight awaiting her was her friendly blue eyes, a sad smile sparkling in them and a reassurance that it would all be okay.

This feels nothing like that. It feels manipulative and forceful, like she's some sort of doll or robot that can be forced to move however its owner likes. And besides, this time there's no kind beauty for her eyes to be directed to, but cold, hard darkness. His expression is stone-cold and it's terrifying, sending a shiver down her spine as she meets his eyes. This is a man with no remorse. He could snap her neck and then go make popcorn to watch a movie while her body lay crumpled on the ground behind him.

That's one hell of an image.

"How was Heather?" he asks instead of replying. Pleasantries and small talk are useless to him most of the time. Though sometimes, he seems... almost normal. Playful, loving, willing to banter and tease and cuddle for hours. It almost feels functional. Veronica's mind goes back to the day everything changed, replaying the moments over and over, every colour and detail from that moment perfect.

They were out on a date downtown. They'd gone out to see a movie, though what film it was escapes her. It was a few hours long, and they'd bought popcorn and candy to share, a slushie with two straws. In fact, that's one of the most distinct moments of the night: Jason squeezing her hand and glancing at her with a starry-eyed smile as she asked for another straw, the pure confusion on the clerk's face as she looked between them for a few seconds before Jason's face hardened into a stony mask, and she rushed to grab another straw and press it into his hand. They were supposed to get sixty-seven cents back, Veronica remembers, but they got a full dollar and were sent on their way. Her face looked scared. The look in her eyes was that of someone who just realised what they were dealing with.

How could I have been so stupid? Everyone saw it before Veronica did. Everyone knew she was locked down before she'd even noticed she was in a cage.

Veronica had shot a wavy smile at the poor concessions worker as Jason dragged her into the auditorium, taking quick steps to escape the chatter and machinery. "It messes up my mind," he told her once. "All the overlap of people's voices going up and down and loud and quiet and... ugh. I can't think with people breathing and shuffling and prattling on all over the place. If I could live in any universe, it would be one where nobody could talk." And his eyes had gone to the duct tape on the table.

She found it cute then, a funny quirk that made her boyfriend all the more lovable, something she could remember and use to make his life just a bit better with her in it. Something she could use to help him. But looking back, it was downright creepy. Like he was considering silencing her forever.

After the movie, they headed to lunch- sandwiches and ice cream. The flavours didn't matter, and she almost didn't taste them, riding the high of the moment, too excited to pay attention to what her food tasted like. The kiss pops back into her mind. Chocolate. He tasted like chocolate.

They wandered around town for a while, popping into shops that interested them, not really caring or buying anything. Where they were didn't matter, and neither did what they saw- the only important thing was the two of them.

"You are the only thing that's right in this disastrous world," he'd whispered to her as they sat on a bench, her head on his shoulder, and he pointed up at the clouds. "All of this? That grand sky and the infinite earth, every ocean and grain of sand, each star in the night, it's all for us." He put an arm around her shoulders. "I was alone until I met you. I was... an empty shell, a frozen lake. But you woke me up. You helped me see."

"I love you," was all she replied.

"We can start and finish wars," he whispered into her hair, lowering his voice so only Veronica could hear. "We're what killed the dinosaurs."

"We're the asteroid that's overdue," Veronica added sleepily.

"Exactly. The world needed all that time to prepare for me and you and... and us. We're going to do great things, Veronica. We're going to change the world."

"The whole world will know our names."

He chuckled, a dark sound. "Not like that, Veronica. We'll do it silently in the dead of night, and nobody will know who did it, but the path of the entire planet will be changed."

They sat in silence for a while.

"I worship you."

"Jason," Veronica chided. "No."

"I mean it.. I'd trade my life for yours.."

"Oh my God. You wouldn't."

"I would. And I'd do it a million times over."

It was pretty much useless to reply, so Veronica just sighed and let him keep going. He talked for a while as she stared off at the sky, picking clouds and drawing shapes inside her head.

"Should we get going?" she asked after he finally finished his soliloquy, sitting back up and looking sideways at him. He smiled and pulled her back closer to him, kissing her on the cheek and repositioning his arms around her chest- his elbow crooked around her neck and other hand dangling by her ribcage.

"A few more minutes," he whispered into her ear.

"Fine, but we're getting looked at weird by that old lady."

"I can take care of her." Jason directed his gaze from Veronica to the lady perching on the side of the fountain and staring at the couple.

Veronica rolled her eyes, lightly smacking him on the shoulder. "No!"

"You're no fun," he'd complained, moving closer into her neck. Eventually they dozed off together on the park bench, only waking up when the sun began to set.

There wasn't much more to it. They walked home through the back alleyways, taking every shortcut possible to get back before dark. They laughed as they ran together, jumping over boxes and weaving through poles and potholes. It was... fine. They were happy.

And then they weren't happy anymore.

"Give me a kiss," he'd asked lightly. Veronica laughed.

"No, you silly," she replied. "Because then I'll want to kiss you hard."

"So do it," he shrugged. "What's the issue?"

"We're surrounded by little kids," Veronica said slowly, pointing out everyone around them. "And I know you. You're not the most, mmm, family friendly kisser." She moved closer to her in what she hoped was a flirty way, snaking an arm around his back. "And I love you for it," she'd whispered, nose touching the tip of his. "Just not-" she began to trace the sides of his face- "right-" she moved down to his lips- "now." And she pulled away with a girlish giggle.

He was not having it. "Veronica," he growled, "give me a kiss."

"What the hell?" Veronica laughed nervously, trying not to edge away. She'd seen this side of him plenty of times, but never directed completely at her. Well, maybe a couple times, but they were past that. "Jason," she muttered fearfully, trying to subtly point out everyone around them so as to diffuse the situation.

"You don't tell me what to do," he said darkly, taking a few steps closer to her.

"Jason," Veronica whispered again, her eyes flickering back and forth between her boyfriend and the little girl behind him, watching every moment. She lifted her hand in a little wave to the girl. Provided a nervous smile.

And, without warning, was knocked off her feet and into the wall behind her. She was pushed in such a way that she almost spun around, the entire left side of her face taking the hit along with her shoulder and knee.

There was one terrifying moment where she heard something in herself crack and thought for a split second: he just broke my back before her mind turned to complete autopilot. She's no longer reliving it in first person POV but in third, watching herself dig her fingers into the holes in the brick to keep from falling down and look at her boyfriend in complete shock. He smiled at her, a wide, sinister smile that filled his eyes with a maniacal happiness. She could just barely make out the little girl lurking behind him, holding her lollipop and pointing.

"Jason-" was all she could get out before dark stars of pain exploded and overtook her vision. She was distinctly aware of an even louder crack as a strange calm fell over her body.

"Shhh," he whispered, gathering her into his arms and kissing her. Her bones felt like liquid, as if they were melting over the sides of his hands. She couldn't think. Couldn't feel. Couldn't reciprocate. "It's okay now," he said softly to her, kissing the top of her head, and she felt an involuntary smile spread across her face. "Or it will be after I do this." And then his fist was connecting with her face again, and her eyes started to work, and she saw blood.

Someone was crying. Whether it was Veronica or the little girl, she didn't know. But JD was laughing and that was the only sound that mattered, really. The rest of it was just background chatter: the hushed voices as people watched out of the corners of their eyes but didn't do anything, the startled screams that escaped a few mouths at the sight of her, Veronica's own incoherent mumbling as she reached up to touch her face and her hand came back red.

"You're okay," she was aware of someone whispering to her over and over, a mantra as the world spun. She was picked up from the ground and cradled like a baby as she shivered, kisses peppering her forehead and cheeks and hair, "you're okay you're okay you're okay" as she slipped into unconsciousness.

"Ronnie?"

Veronica startles back into the present day only to find Jason staring into her eyes. "Uh, yeah? What? Sorry."

JD sighs, exasperated. "I said, how was Heather?"

"She was beautiful," Veronica says with a daydreamy smile. "I mean- wait, no, not what I meant. She was nice, the baby was beautiful. There it is. Sorry, I'm tired."

Jason pulls her closer and nestles his head in over her shoulder. "You have three different episodes of BBT to watch," he murmurs. "But it can wait... if you want."

While the sensation of his cold hands up her back would usually send happy shivers down her spine, this time they feel like a warning that terrifies her to the core. There's no room for her to want anymore. No room for her to care. She's simply an extension of him, programmed to do what he wants when he wants it, the code not built of numbers and letters but of blood and tears.

She has no choice. "Oh, I'd love to," she purrs, trying to act like she did Before.

Before she heard her skin ripping against the rough brick of the faded brown wall.

Before she saw the ice in his eyes and felt it against her foot as the entirety of her leg above caught aflame.

Before she felt her entire life fall apart in the form of her broken heart.

He threaded his fingers through hers, nails scratching against the sides of her bones, and turned them both toward the mirror with a gentle hand on her shoulder. He grinned as they stood together, looking at the height difference, the way their hands fit together like puzzle pieces. But all Veronica could see was her nose; in the process of healing, forever crooked, a reminder that would always be with her of what he did that beautiful, terrible day.

"We're beautiful," he whispers to her, and she startles for a moment. That's always been her adjective, what she told him when he was struggling. It sounds strange to hear it coming out of his mouth.

"Yeah," she replies around the terrified lump in her throat. This is a man walking the thinnest tightrope between sane and crazy. One little push and he flies off the deep end.

"Are you okay?" he asks in a tone that means she'd better be okay.

"Yeah," she replies again, scared all the more. "I just- well... never mind."

"Tell me."

"My leg hurts a bit," she says quietly with a microscopic shrug. JD follows her gaze down to the spot where her pants cover the fire sparking on her skin.

"Oh." That's all he says. Just oh. Veronica isn't sure if he's upset with her or not. She probably should have kept quiet, not mentioned it. For a few seconds, the entire room is silent. And then she feels his eyes burning holes into her ducked head.

It's not a good idea to look up. It's not a good idea to meet his eyes. It's not a good idea to take in his tiny cocky smile and let the words he speaks fill the still air.

"Maybe we should take you to the hospital."

He says it slowly. Gently. With purpose.

He knows exactly what it does to her. He pays attention to the way her eyes flash with a brief raw panic. He sees her hands instinctively tuck into fists. He definitely takes notice of the sharp inhale she unconsciously takes. And a tiny smile spreads across his face when she scrambles so quickly to get away from his touch that she gets her feet tangled beneath her and falls directly on her butt.

Don't scream. Don't scream. Don't scream. The syllables echo in her head, sliding up and down like a chant. She knows he'll get what he wants if she screams. She knows he'll get some sick, twisted kick out of her pain. But, God, she can't shove down the cry at the back of her throat as she tucks into a sort of ball on the floor, draping herself over her thigh and holding her foot, radiating pain. Don't scream. Don't scream. Don't scream.

Fake concern dripping from his voice, he moves slowly to the floor, putting a hand on her shoulder. She's too preoccupied with keeping the tears contained in her eyes to shrug him off, even though every millimetre touching his skin feels like it's burning. "Are you okay?" he asks slowly, once again tucking his finger under her chin so she looks at him, but he keeps his hand there, digging his nails into her skin.

"Why does everyone do this to me?" She means the finger-under-chin thing, which apparently she just attracts, but it could work as a broader question. Kurt. Ram. Heather. Her dad. Why does everybody always find ways to hurt her and keep her around solely for a little plaything until they're done? When did she become a doll for everybody else's painful pleasure? And how do they all keep finding ways to cause pain that nobody before them ever has?

"You're just so fun to do it to, darling," JD replies in the same slow, languid tone he's been using this whole time; infantilising, childish. She used to enjoy it. Now it just annoys her.

"Stop talking to me like that," she murmurs, trying her hardest to shove away from him like a crab.

"Ooh, feisty," JD murmurs in her ear.

"Stop it!"

"Ooh, is Ronnie gonna cry?"

"I hate you!"

"You don't mean that," he says, immobilising her with his tone. "No. Look at me."

Chin shaking, Veronica turns her eyes to Jason's face.

"You don't talk to me like that. You don't speak like that to me."

"Or what?" Veronica asks defiantly. JD's eyes flash with something that both entices and terrifies her.

"You know what I can do to you," he says, keeping his eyes meaningfully on her face. "Don't cross me, Veronica. I know what you're thinking. But you're mine forever."

"No," she says, but it doesn't hold the same hatred behind it, the same denial. It's more... pitiful. A plea not to hurt her anymore. She may as well be begging on her knees. "Please don't."

"Don't what, babe?" he asks. "Don't hurt you? Oh, my little love." He runs his fingers down her arm. "I wish it was that easy."

"I- you- agh!" Humiliated, Veronica claws at the wall in desperation to get away before rolling onto her stomach, jumping up, and sprinting up the stairs to the guest room. If she was braver, she'd have slammed the door behind her, gone out with a bang. But instead she closes it gently, the lock barely audible as it clicks.

[lovestrucked-again]

Something You Should Know

Summary: Your boyfriend asks you to help teach one of his colleague’s a lesson and you agree reluctantly. He forget’s to mention one thing though, his colleague’s pretty hot. 

Genre: smuT Pairing: boyfriend!Jaehyun x female Y/N x Johnny x (ft Yuta) Word count: 4.8k

Warning: SMUT, cheating? if you read to the end it’s like pSyCH. handjob, oral sex (Jaehyun/Yuta/Y/N), teasing, ass sex? mindblank forgot the term, double penetration, sex, nipple teasing, humiliation, dirty talk.

a/n: Hi, how has your day been? :) _____

“What was that about?” You ask, your eyes still on the TV as Jaehyun falls back against the couch after a long call.

“Just Johnny,” He sighs, ruffling a hand through his hair.

“How’s he doing?”

“Not bad, he just wanted to come round sometime soon to catch up with us.”

“That sounds nice.” You hum, agreeing with the idea.

The TV show continues, the tiny forms of pixel racing across the screen to produce one of your favourite movies you’d chosen to re-watch. It’s a lot harder to concentrate with Jaehyun beside you. His fingers restlessly tapping against your leg as his eyes are on trained on you instead.

Finally, you cave in to his stare, “What?”

He grins, reaching for the remote to pause the scene before talking, “Babe I have a favour to ask.”

“What is it?”

“Johnny’s been acting like a real jerk recently, thinking he can fuck anyone he wants including one of the managers at work.”

“So?”

“I was thinking,” he pauses, sitting cross legged on the couch and turning his body to face you, “Maybe it’d be fun to wind him up a little through the evening, like if you could openly flirt with him and leave him hanging then send him off.”

The idea runs through your mind. “What? Why me?”

“Because you’re hot.”

You can’t help but laugh, “To you maybe.”

"Are you kidding? Several of my mates say how lucky I am."

"Oh yeah, like who?" You question, suddenly very intrigued.

"I'm not telling you that," Jaehyun frowns in reply.

You laugh at his pouting form, his dimples furrowing further into his cheeks as he keeps his gaze level with yours. You relax a little into the couch, thinking about his suggestion. “Are you sure about it?”

“Yeah why not?” He crosses his arms, leaning back against the armrest, "It's only a bit of fun, I just want to put him in his place, you don't actually have to sleep with him."

Just for fun. Not actually doing anything physical.

“Yeah okay, I’ll help.”

*** When the night finally comes around, you struggle choosing out an outfit, but eventually decide on purposefully picking a rather shortish skirt with a low V line shirt, allowing your push up bra to show a nice cleavage.

While you’re choosing your accessories Jaehyun finishes up in the shower, your back towards him as he stares into your reflection through the bathroom mirror. "Fuck, you look gorgeous,” Jaehyun comments, leaning against the ensuite doorway, "I want to bend you over and take you now."

You clip on the pearl earring on your ear and turn around to face him. The visible bulge underneath his towel. "I can see that.” You laugh, giving him a side smirk as you stand up, pulling your skirt up a little.

You walk over to Jaehyun and pull his towel away so his standing naked. Your hand reaching to grab his cock and gliding your hand over it very slowly. Jaehyun lets out a low moan at the contact of your skin on his length. His voice getting louder as your hand works its way up and down his cock.

“Does that feel nice?” You purr.

“Ugh fuck Y/N,” he groans, “you look so fucking hot right now.”

“Isn’t that what how you want me for Johnny?” You tease

Seeing you in your short skirt, your low cut shirt and your breasts almost hanging out your bra, he second thinks the idea. Jaehyun trusted you to follow the plan but he was sure, certain, positive that there was no way Johnny would let you go tonight.

You drop onto your knees, still grasping tightly on his member, his cock now staring right in your face. You part your mouth open, and lightly lick the tip of his cock, tasting the familiar saltiness of his pre-cum.

Jaehyun remains still, completely lost in his ecstasy as he watches you suck on him, savouring every moment as you greedily slurp and suck his cock. His balls tighten as you play with them, your hand squeezing them gently as you continue to suck.

“Fuck that feels so good.”

The pressure builds inside his balls as your hand slips a little higher. His cum shooting straight into your mouth as you swallow it straight down. Jaehyun leans more against the wall to support himself as you suck on him, milking everything out and down your throat. You finally let him go as you feel his orgasm subside.

"Babe that was so good," he sighs, helping you up on your feet as you wipe away the droplets of cum sliding down your lip.

"That was a teaser, maybe if you’re a good boy tonight I’ll let you have some fun before bed.” You tell him, giving him a little wink as you go back to your dresser to fix your makeup.

"I can't fucking wait for that," Jaehyun groans staring at your backside.

“Go get dressed Jae.” You laugh, watching him daydream through the reflection.

***

You leave Jaehyun to get ready and make your way downstairs, preparing everything for their game night. The beer, spirits and snacks are all stocked up in your fridge just next to the dining room where they would be playing. At around 7:30, Jaehyun finally joins you, making sure everything’s set.

Doyoung’s the first to turn up, followed by Taeyong, Yuta and Taeil. You know all the guys so naturally, you give each of them a hug as they enter, each in turn letting them eye you up in surprise at your outfit; all of them giving you a wink, aware of the real purpose for tonight.

“How are you feeling?” Yuta asks, trailing behind as you lead him and the others to the setup game zone.

“Not too bad.”

The doorbell rings and you excuse yourself, letting Yuta join the others as you skip down the hall to answer it, ready to put the plan into action. Except what Jaehyun had failed to mention to you earlier, was what Johnny actually looked like. You had met his other colleagues, the group of them having worked together for many years. But Johnny, well, Johnny is something else.

You cling onto the door for support, feeling your knees weaken when you see him. Johnny was tall, well built, brown hair and had looks to die for. He smiles as you stare.

“You must be Y/N,”

"Uh yes," you stammer out.

"I'm Johnny," he says offering you his hand.

"Of course, come in," you reply shaking his hand, which feels a bit odd considering all the other's had got a peck on the cheek.

Johnny follows you down the hall and into the dining room. You take a quick detour and run into the kitchen to get him a beer. Jaehyun quickly appears by your side.

"Fuck, you could have told me he was so hot," you blurt out. Jaehyun gives a little smirk, amused at your flustered reaction to his colleague.

"Sorry, didn't think it mattered. Either way, he's a ladies’ man and he knows it, so we want you to put him in his place. Oh and he's already mentioned how lucky I am. Get to work and show him he can't have everything he wants.”

You take a deep breath, turning your nerves into a forced smile as you take on the role. As the night goes on, you can tell that Johnny behaves with an air of arrogance and you can hear him talking about his conquests at work and how he’s now planning his next move on one of the directors who was in her fifties.

"If I can get in her pants, I'll be right up the ladder," you hear him say.

You hide the laugh that's about to escape your lips, swallowing a gulp of the soft drink in your hand. Yep Jaehyun was right. This guy really does think a lot of himself, good looking or not. You continue to supply the boys with drinks and snacks, taking every opportunity to show a bit of yourself as you lean over the table, reaching unnecessarily far for no reason. At one point you turn to go and feel a smack on your backside. You let out a little yelp and turn around, unsurprisingly discovering its Johnny.

"Proper beauty you've got here Jaehyun, no wonder you look tired all the time," you hear him say, followed by a deep chuckle.

“I’m not an object asshole.” You mutter to yourself, storming away to cover your irritation from being seen.

You’re in the kitchen when you hear Johnny asking Jaehyun where the toilet is. He guides Johnny through the kitchen, passing you briefly to the downstairs bathroom which is rarely used. You have your back to Johnny as he comes in and you jump, feeling him creep up behind you.

"So, just how did Jaehyun manage to find a sexy woman like you?" he whispers into your ear as he gets a little too close, letting his chest brush against you.

Time to up my game. You carefully undo a button on your blouse to reveal more of your bra and cleavage and turn around; with some difficulty as Johnny’s right behind you. His height makes it incredibly hard to stare him straight in the eyes and while you attempt to keep his gaze on your face, it’s pretty obvious that he’s looking somewhere else.

"Do you think I could have done better then?" you ask with a pout.

"Jaehyun’s good, but you seem way out of his league," he replies

"Would I be good enough for you?" you ask fluttering your eyelids, feeling a bit of a fool as you do so.

Johnny manages to hide the shock from your question, believing your show, “You’d be more than good enough.”

He leans forward and you place your palms on his chest, pushing him back to keep the little distance between yourselves.

"Forget it, there's only one man that's going to have this," you tell him, following his gaze to your chest, "and it certainly isn't you."

Johnny takes a step back, throwing his hands in the air sarcastically pretending to be offended. "What's all this about you little prick tease? You've been giving me the come on all night" he chuckles, bringing a hand through your hair.

You swat away his hand before buttoning back up on your blouse.

"You really think my boyfriend was going to invite you into his house and have you fuck his girlfriend?" you snarl at him.

"Shit, I'm sorry, but I've not done anything, you were the one flirting with me," he genuinely did look sorry and you feel a pang of guilt.

"Look, the guys are fed up of you bragging about your conquests and treating women like dirt, they just wanted to teach you a lesson that was all."

"It'll take more than that," he says, turning back to his arrogant self, "well if you do fancy a bit of a change sometime let me know." Then he was off to the toilet before going back to the game of poker.

You were furious at his attitude, your anger directed as much to Jaehyun as to Johnny, for getting yourself into this in the first place. Johnny was a good looking guy, but yes, definitely full of himself. Was it all just an act though, he had seemed hurt when you had a go at him. You decide you had enough of the little game and it was time for you to retire upstairs and return to the comfort of your bed. Jaehyun appears just as you’re about to leave the kitchen.

"Everything all right baby?" he asks.

"No, it is not all right, I'm going to bed. You can continue your game and get your own drinks." You tell him, arms folded, throwing the hand towel on the kitchen bench as you walk off.

Jaehyun looks puzzled, but he doesn't question it.

An hour or so later, Jaehyun appears in your shared bedroom. You’re already changed into a nightie, but left your little thong on; too lazy to switch it. You weren’t happy with Jaehyun for making you wind Johnny up, but at the same time it had got you aroused, so if he apologised it wouldn't all be wasted. However, when you see him stumble through the door, you realise even if he did apologise he was in no fit state for anything else. Clearly they had moved on to the whisky.

"Good game." you say flatly.

"Yeah, I think so." He slurs, “Look I'm sorry about earlier, you should have said it would make you uncomfortable." Jaehyun flops down onto the bed, bouncing the mattress and your bpdy, and you know for a fact, he would be staying there till morning.

He mumbles out a barely audible sentence, his face pressed into the pillow, "A few of the guys are staying over. Taeyong’s in the spare room and Johnny is downstairs, I think he's watching the football or something."

A minute later and Jaehyun’s knocked out, completely cold. You switch off the bedroom lights, pulling the bedsheets up to cover the two of you; tucking yourself in. But whatever Johnny’s watching, it begins to bother you, the TV unnecessarily very loud.

“What a pain.” You mutter, throwing on a dressing gown over your figure to check downstairs. You grab your phone on the bedside table, flicking the torch light on as you make your way out the room. As the screen light becomes brighter you notice it isnt football that's playing, but rather a late night TV chat channel with a couple of girls with rather large breasts on the show, talking about nothing in particular. You walk over to the TV not even bothering to give Johnny a glance before turning it off. When you turn around to face the sofa, your jaw almost drops; Johnny lays there fast asleep, pants half way down his legs and the most enormous semi erect cock in his hand. What the fuck?

Not only had he comes to his friend’s place and try something with his girl but the fact that he was now crashed out on your sofa watching porn on the TV and in the middle of a semi wank. Suddenly, a realisation hit you; now was your chance. You unlock your phone, clicking into the camera app to take a couple photos of Johnny lying asleep, cock in hand. This will wipe the arrogant grin off his face.

That was your original plan. But you end up standing there staring at his cock for a little longer, it’s far bigger than what you had seen and you were a little shocked to admit it. You manage to get so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t realise Johnny had woken up.

"Impressed?" he asks, his voice a little raspy with a knowing grin.

Your eyes flicker between his eyes, to his dick, to the wall behind him, unsure where your focus should be as you choke out your reply, "What? Oh... Oh shit..."

He laughs. "Hey don't worry, everyone whose seen it has the same reaction," he says pointing his cock at you.

"I'm going back to bed," you stutter, turning to go.

"Hey wait," Johnny calls after you in a loud whisper. You don't know what compulsion it is, but you stop and turn to face him; who’s now standing. You peek a glance down, noticing his cock has hardened a little but still isn’t fully erect. "Now, as you've been taking photos of it, perhaps you'd like to experience it in the flesh."

"I didn't ta..." You let the words drop as Johnny grins at you.

"Keep the pictures, I'm sure they were really for your own use anyway," he says with a smile. “Come on, I bet you've never experienced one this size have you? Jaehyun won't ever know, he's probably knocked out from the whisky."

You know it’s complete madness but you falter, you can’t keep your eyes off his member and the temptation to touch it, to let it fill you, was growing with every passing second.  You were sure that in length it would definitely beat your boyfriends and thickness was almost the same size. You can’t even imagine how it can fit inside of you, but you have a feeling you’re about to find out. Johnny gently takes a hold of you and sits you down beside him on the couch.  

"I really shouldn't be do..."

"Shh," Johnny whispers

He leans over and kisses you very softly on the lips. You don't back off, instead slightly open your lips and let Johnny take the lead. You were so turned on, although you weren’t sure if it was the arrogance of the handsome man doing it or just his huge dick standing to attention between his legs. You kiss for a couple of minutes, animal passion slowly taking over as you respond to him.

He lifts up your gown, revealing your erect nipples sticking up, the cold air rushing past. He smiles at you while you keep your eyes low, feeling the heat rise to your cheek. He removes your gown easily and throws it aside.

"Mind if I touch them?" he asks enjoying the sight of your nipples.

You shake your head slightly. Of course I don’t mind. You have no idea what had suddenly come over you but you were desperate for this man to take you. Johnny plants more soft kisses on your lip's and begins to caress your firm tits with his palm. You let out a moan of approval. He gently goes to work on each of your nipples, tweaking them between his fingers. You lean back, revealing all your nakedness except for the pink thong, which is now sporting a very damp patch.

"Fuck, you have the most gorgeous body. Can I kiss it all over?"

"Please," you whisper, "I would like that."

Starting at your neck Johnny works his way down your body, spending plenty of time sucking and nibbling at your breasts and nipples. You lay back as he moves down past your belly and towards the top of your thong. Johnny looks up at you and you nod.

His hands roam up to your hip, easily taking hold of the soft material and slips it down your legs leaving you fully naked. He looks in admiration at your pussy, and slightly parts your legs, going to work with his tongue. You bring your hands towards your breasts, fondling your tits in ecstasy as Johnny circles your hardened clit and laps at the juices that are dribbling from your entrance.

"Tastes good," Johnny murmurs as he continues to lick your cunt.

You groan again and take hold of Johnny’s head pushing him into you and arching your back so you can get as much of his tongue as possible. You’re so close to coming, but you fight it off desperately; you wanted his cock to push you over.

"Fuck me," you plead, letting go of his head.

Johnny doesn’t need asking twice. He brings a cushion under your head and spreads your legs as wide as possible. You’re still unsure whether that monster can fit inside your pussy, but you’re sure as hell wet enough and willing to give it a go. Johnny pushes his big purple helmet, smothered in pre cum, against your opening teasing you by slightly slipping it in and then pulling it back out.

"Fuck me, pleeeaaase," you beg.

"Sure thing," Johnny replies and in one go pushes the whole length of his cock straight into you without a warning.

"Agggh," You cry out.

It hurts momentarily, but within seconds the feeling of his cock completely filling you up is more than you have ever experienced before in your life. Johnny sets to work at a slower rhythm as your pussy, if it’s possible, gets even wetter. You can just about see his cock covered in your love juice each time he pulls it out before thrusting back in and making you gasp every time. You can’t believe you’re even doing this, the guy was a dick, but hell did he know how to take a woman to heaven and back.

The two of you continue fucking this way for a couple of minutes, wrapped up in each other's sweating bodies, moaning and panting before you tell him you want to get on top. He slips his cock fully out of you and it springs up. You grab hold of it and wank it, barely able to get your hand fully enclosed on it. It feels like gripping the thick end of a baseball bat.

"Impressed aren't you?" He asks breathlessly.

"Mmmmm," You purr in reply.

You let go of his cock and ask him to lie on the rug on the living room floor. Johnny gets on the floor and, with some difficulty, you squat down over his cock. Your pussy is already feeling severely damaged from the initial fucking he had given you, but in a very very good way. You take hold of his shaft and guide it into your pussy. You still can’t believe that it’s possible to fit the whole thing in, but you’d done it once and so without hesitation, you slide down his pole again until you can feel your own juices seeping out onto his pubic hair.

"Oh that is so fucking good," you groan.

"Ride it you little whore.” Johnny grabs hold of your breasts as they droop above him.

"Pull my nipples," you urge. Johnny does so and you gasp once more in ecstasy.

"Oh my god this is so fucking good,"

You lean forward and nestle your head into Johnny’s neck as he thrusts his hips in the air knocking against yours, his cock driving into your pussy.

As it turns out you’re going to feel Jaehyun’s cock a lot sooner than you thought. You lift your head up to arch yourself back and really work on Johnny’s cock but you freeze on the spot.

"Oh fuck..." you mutter.

Jaehyun’s standing in front of you, just in his boxer shorts, with his cock sticking out of them while he moves his hand up his length.

"Shit, I..." You go to get off Johnny, but he holds onto you and you notice Jaehyun wink at him. "Wait a fucking minute," You gasp, "was this a setup?"

"Afraid so," Jaehyun replies, "Johnny saw your picture in my wallet one time and said how gorgeous you were. I told him if he could beat me in a game of poker he could have you if you'd let him. I knew you'd get turned on flirting all night."

You struggle to process the words, Johnny not slowing down as he pounds into you, your body being bounced up and down as you stare at Jaehyun. Clearly Jaehyun had not been as drunk as you thought. You hadn't exactly been turned on, but now you definitely were. You gasp as you feel the cock buried inside you begin to twitch and Johnny brings his fingers between your squished bodies, squeezing gently at your clit.

“Ugh..” the moan escapes your lips, although it’s meant to be silent. Both the boys hear it, and it powers Johnny more as he stretches himself back into you.

“You look so fucking hot,” Jaehyun murmurs moving closer to your brushed up bodies, “Bend over and keep fucking him, there’s no reason why I should be sitting on the sidelines.”

Johnny manages to work at a faster pace, sliding his cock in and out of your pussy, fucking it thoroughly and wildly. Jaehyun moves out of your sight and behind you, most likely just watching your body being bounced up and down.

But suddenly, you feel something wet trickle down your ass and before you know it, there’s a finger probing at the entrance. He pushes a finger straight up, letting you cry out again. You’d had his cock in your ass before, but the fullness inside your pussy already was going to prevent anything else from entering you without causing a lot of pain.                                                                  

“Ahhh fuck, go slow,” you beg

Jaehyun holds his cock inside you, letting you warm up to his length as Johnny continues to move in and out of your pussy. Slowly, he eases his cock into you as Johnny holds your waist, holding you still to allow them in. They both work to build a rhythm, feeling their cocks rub against each other through the thin lining of your walls; the friction getting them both even harder. The initial pain which had been present before Jaehyun had first forced himself inside you had faded and now, you were in heaven.

With the grunts and moans coming from the three of you, it was only a matter of time before Yuta fumbles down the stairs, initially half asleep. When he finally makes out the figures on the floor in the living room, he strips himself free, instantly feeling much more alive. “Can I join?”

You had forgotten he was still in the house but seeing him at the entrance of the doorway, his cock standing erect, you nod. What the fuck is one more cock in the equation going to do?

It’s a rather awkward position but Yuta manages to squat down and force his cock into your mouth, letting you suck roughly around him. It’s a difficult task to concentrate on the length in your mouth as your body continues to be pounded from both holes. You grasp onto Yuta’s cock with your hands, attempting to guide it to your mouth, but each time you manage to grab it, your body jerks and his pre-cum slobbers against your lips, painting around the edges.

Although Yuta is the last to join, he’s the first to explode. His first spurt of cum landing into your mouth with a struggle. He gets up quickly, wanking his cock as fast as he can, showering the rest over your face and hair with his creamy cum. He squeezes the tip, forcing every last drop of cum from his cock before he finally flops against the couch, watching the remaining scene unfold.

You manage to hold on for a few more minutes before you finally feel the need to find your release. The feeling of two cocks rubbing against each other inside you becoming too much.

“I’m cominnng,” you scream, feeling the gush of juice fill your insides and burst around Johnny’s cock.

The two boys hold still, pushing themselves up to your hilt as you feel the overwhelming rush of your orgasm hit you. It seems to go on forever as you cry in ecstasy. Your body shakes with sheer pleasure as you come down from your sexual high and that image seems to do it for the boys.

Jaehyun pushes himself into your ass as far as he can, grabbing onto your hips as his cum shoots deep into your passage. He continues to fuck you as he empties himself, making sure every last drop is left inside before he finally slips out.

Your focus goes back to the man beneath you, hands gripping at the sides of his chest as you claw at him, letting him guide you to reach your second high; Jaehyun’s presence being pushed back in your mind. Your body shudders and trembles as you’re left to hold your weight up before eventually, you give in, losing feeling in your arms as you fall onto Johnny’s chest and your pussy spasms with his twitching cock.

“Let me fill you up,” he groans, thrusting deeper inside to shoot a stream after stream flow of cum into your worn out pussy.

“Don’t stop until you’ve fucking ruined her,” Jaehyun calls out from behind; clearly getting into this.

With a few more hard thrusts, Johnny falls back against the floor in exhaustion; your body following with his. The room is filled with your heavy breaths, trying to calm yourself as you lay still, scared to take his cock out. When you finally feel him soften, you carefully ease yourself off it, leaving a trail of Johnny’s cum dripping from your pussy.

***

The night remains in your memory as an exhausting event. You’re not sure how you wake up in bed but the faint recollection of Johnny’s voice echoes inside your head as you remember Jaehyun’s warmth surrounding you; helping you off Johnny.

“Good game, let me know if you want a rematch.” Johnny chuckles, directing his words to your boyfriend.

Jaehyun laughs with him, the vibration of his chest causing your body to rock in his hold as you attempt to fight off the droopiness of your eyelids. With the very little energy you have left, you being thinking of next time. Your boyfriend never lost at poker, so you were certain, he must have deliberately lost the game and he would definitely, do it again.

[woozisnoots]

Hello alex! Maybe I'm to early for having a emergency request but I haven't really going anywhere outside my house beside buy groceries and I haven't socialize properly in months (maybe there is a bunch of people can relate). It's stressing and make me mentally exhausted for months 😭😭😭 can I request something like joshua fluff or wonwoo fluff that can comfort us? And I get it if you can't do it since I think I'm to early for asking. Anyway hope you have a nice day ❣️

no ofc it’s not too early! pls, i want to do this for you guys 🥺💓 these are meant to be small so i ended up doing both. i hope you enjoy and if you ever need someone to talk to, my inbox and dms are always open!

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧!

° pairing: joshua x reader, wonwoo x reader ° genre: fluff! ° word count: 1214 ° warnings: none! ° tagging: @jaeyoonurl bc she has a thing for j*shua hong

masterlist!

— joshua

in the scenario that you and joshua are living together in a small apartment complex, he does the slightest bit to annoy you whether it be intentional or not

like he’ll either make you stay in bed with him  longer than usual so you’d be late to a zoom class / meeting

or he’d purposefully flick you behind the ear while you’re cooking which causes you to accidentally pour more than just a pinch of salt on your eggs 

since josh owns that little projector that has slides of all the different constellations, he would turn it on right before you guys go to sleep as you lay next to each other on the bed and just stare at the stars from your ceiling

he loves making jewelry to pass the time while you guys watch netflix together. and wants nothing more than receiving an accessory that you made yourself

“joshua hong, please!” you fling your arms up to reach for the object now in joshua’s hands, much to your avail. “it’s literally so ugly. i beg you, please don’t wear it!” the little jump you add doing nothing but exhaust your energy. 

you knew it was bad idea, you should have trusted your gut the minute joshua left to get the groceries. forty-five minutes was just not enough time for you to possibly make a small thank you gift for you boyfriend. a token to say, ‘this is what three years has gotten us.’

“but you gave it to me!” joshua refutes back. you let your guard down, breathing rapidly in order to catch your breath from the unnecessary movement of having to keep up with him. he, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to run, sprint away from your wrath and make a clean line for the bathroom before shutting the door to securely lock it in place. 

joshua hears your wallowed out screams coming from the other side and softly chuckles under his breath, wondering when you’ll ever get used to his childish antics at times. he safely unravels his hands to reveal the tiny object. and he can’t help but smile wide, ear to ear, and think, ‘so that’s why i felt something pointy.’ 

you’ve given up at this point. by now, he’s probably already seen your gift and for all you know, everything is doomed. your hand laid flat on top of the door, deciding whether to shrivel in front of him now or wait until he confronts you first. yet, he’s able to make that decision for you as he abruptly opens the door causing you to fall forward straight into his arms. 

“why, hello gorgeous,” you watch from underneath him, the corner of his lip rising up to form a cheeky smirk. you squint your eyes menacing at the thought that he could possibly be wearing the horrid gift you made. tilting your head to the side, you open one eye to catch a glimpse of green hanging from joshua’s left ear. he turns his head just slighty so you could get a better look. “you’ve really out done yourself, if i had anything to say about it. though i have to say, i didn’t think you’d go for the cute food aesthetic. i thought you hated avocados.”

blood immediately rushes towards your cheeks and hide your face from joshua’s vision but he was too quick. using his brute strength, he pulls your weight so you’re standing in front of the mirror, back facing him. your mind spirals as you feel joshua tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. “awe lookie, i knew you’d be wearing the other one,” he says before deliverying a small peck to your cheek, leaving you a scrambled mess. “what a perfect anniversary gift.”

— wonwoo

spending time with wonwoo during quarantine would be rather quiet and simple, but that doesn’t mean your time spent together is boring

having little to nothing to do all day makes you realize how much renovations you guys can do around your home

your morning conversations over breakfast would be about different home décor that you found on amazon and you would end up having such a fun time talking about it because you guys turn them into little debates over if the items are actually necessary 

that being said, wonwoo would be so willing to buy anything that would fill your guys’ boredom. and yes, that would include getting two separate desks, possibly four computer screens, two headsets, two light up keyboards for the heck of it, and of course: two very comfortable gamer chairs

no, he would not let you win at any games for freebies — you gotta earn that shit

out of all the days of the week, nothing was ever reserved for sundays. truly, every day was a free day — lounging around, doing chores, testing new cooking hacks to see if they actually worked. but sundays especially were just extra... boring. the very end of the week with absurd nothing to do. which has led you to spend this sunday morning in front of your dual computer screens with your boyfriend joining you on the other side of the desk.

“damn it!” you exclaim, lightly slamming the keys on your keyboard due to this endless frustration boiling inside of you since you’ve started playing. “how do i keep losing... it’s club penguin for fucks sake!”

your hands collect your face with pure dread and exhaustion, wondering how your supreme logic failed you during card jitsu. you hear a hearty chuckle coming from wonwoo sitting across from you. “the cards are just in my favor, sweetheart.”  he eyes you as he takes the warm cup of coffee to his lips to take a sip. “how about, best two out of three to see who has to make breakfast?” the huskiness of his voice growing deeper with each word, leaving you in trace for just a moment. 

you ponder at the bet, looking back between the screen showcasing your pink penguin and your beautiful barefaced boyfriend, ultimately coming to a decision. “what about. i watch you wipe out your penguin foes for the next few rounds and then we can make breakfast together,” you suggest instead, your mind thinking far beyond your apparently lousy deck of cards. 

“fine by me,” wonwoo shrugged, adjusting himself comfortably to his seat. you silently admire him from where you are, noticing how notably meticulous he was being when he’s focused. wonwoo’s eyes captures yours but gives you a puzzled look. “are you not gonna come over here?” he quietly asks. 

the simple question makes your head drop, feeling embarrassed as you try hard not to show him how flustered he made you. regardless, your legs move without you having to think it over. and instead of sitting on the small space that he left for you on his chair, you move his arm aside to face him before straddling your legs and sitting on his lap. 

wonwoo, completely unfazed, takes his free arm not holding his mouse and tugs you in closer to his chest so you can lay your head on his shoulder. for the remainder of your morning, your eyes slowly start to droop to the sound of penguin screams and victory. 

[saymynamewithluv]

Yoongi CEO AU

This is for the winner of the Yoongi Raffle @bangtan-sonyeonddaeng ​

Me and @btslovsyou ​ hope you like it! I wrote the beginning half leading to the smut while @btslovsyou ​ wrote the smut and the ending. 

Summary: You and Yoongi have been coworkers for a long time and you two developed a friendship. You two had feelings for each other but never said anything. Until one boring meeting turns into an unexpected confession with a little twist. 

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: smut

Here you are at another boring meeting with your coworkers. You walked into the conference room and took your seat as you waited for everyone else to show up. After a few minutes, Yoongi walked in and when he saw you he smiled. You didn't like a lot of people at your job but that all changed when you first met Yoongi. You and Yoongi became really good friends as you two started to hang out after work. You two would text each other when you got bored at work and you need a distraction. For being friends for almost two years now you started to develop feelings for the blonde businessman. Yoongi walked up to you and sat beside you. 

"I'm so glad you're here. Now I have someone to suffer with me through this boring meeting." You said as you chuckled and looked at him.

"Right! Now we can suffer together but if it gets too boring maybe we can get away and have some fun." He looked at you with a smirk on his face. 

You didn't know what he meant but it made your face light up like a tomato. You looked away and cleared your throat as you tried to avoid eye contact. 

"S-so how is your day so far?" You asked him. 

"It was ok but now it's better because I got to see you."

You just smiled and looked down. More people started to enter the conference room and the last person to enter was your boss. 

"Ok everyone let's begin the meeting."

You sighed as you were not ready for this meeting. 

---------------------------------------------------

A hour has passed and you dozed off so many times that Yoongi had to nudge you when he caught you falling asleep. It's not your fault though. You didn't get much sleep last night because of your noisy neighbors. Yoongi leaned over to you and whispered in your ear. 

"You ok y/n?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I just didn't get much sleep last night because of my neighbors."

"Well, maybe I can help you stay up." He smirked at you as he turned his gaze back to his notes. 

"What do you mean-" You were cut off by your boss. 

"Y/n do you have something you would like to share?"

"N-no sir I-"

"Y/n was just reminding me that we have an important deadline and I totally forgot about it, silly me. Please excuse us." Yoongi chimed in. 

"Very well. You two may leave."

You and Yoongi stood up as you thanked your boss and left the conference room. Yoongi grabbed your hand as he led you to his office. 

"Yoongi we don't have a deadline."

"I know but they don't have to know that."

As you two entered his office he closed his door and locked it. 

"W-why did you lock the door…?"

"Y/n I have something to confess. I've liked you for a long time now and I can't hold back my feelings any longer."

"Y-yoongi… I like you too a lot actually."

"Good that means I can do this."

After he said that he went up to you and started to kiss your lips gently. 

"What should I do? Should I try to seduce him?" You thought to yourself, wondering if you should take this to the next level. "This is too much! We just confessed our love to each other's love! I should stop it and take things slowly! But yet again….. I kinda want this to happen!" You thought to yourself as you pushed him down to his chair, hearing Yoongi give out a light grunt due to the force of you pushing the chair. 

As you straddled his lap you decided to lean down and kiss his neck, sucking on it and giving him dark purple hickeys, knowing that they will stay for probably quite awhile! You slowly leaned down and kissed his stomach, his arms, his veiny hands, his thighs, and went until you reached his boner which is hard and ready to fuck you to the touch. 

"Well what do we have here?" You said as you trailed your hand to his crotch and gripped it, hearing him give out a loud moan, possibly knowing that your coworkers heard that and probably would tease him later on in the day. "Please…" Yoongi grunted out while thrusting in your hand. "Please what?" You said, knowing that he was begging for you to either do one of the two things, to ride him, or to suck him. You didn't wait for an answer, you unzipped his pants, pulled both his boxers and his pants down to his ankles, seeing that his member sprang out, and started to stroke it ever so gently. 

"Fuck!..." Yoongi muttered out as you stroked it faster, seeing him winter to your touch and slowly drowning himself to your mercy. Never in your life had you seen your boss like this, and you were pleased by it. Only you could control this powerful man. "Let's take this a step further.." You whispered to him as you pecked his tip, seeing that his eyes were rolled in the back of his head. You slowly went to lick the tip next, finally you took his whole length and forced it down your throat bobbing your head up and down. Yoongi looked down and saw that you were looking back at him as you sucked him off, wanting to grip the back of your head, loving it as you purposefully moaned on his member, sending vibrations throughout his entire body. 

As you knew he was close to releasing he decided it was his turn to take control. "Babygirl, get on the desk now!" Yoongi said as he pushed your head away from his twitching member, seeing a string of your saliva connected with the tip of his erection, wanting to just fuck you right then and now. 

As you bent down over his desk, your ass ever present, he pulled your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side, seeing you were wet to the touch as he rubbed the tip of his member. "God… you're so wet for me already?" He said and without hesitation he pushed his member inside your folds, hearing you give out a loud shriek, not knowing that he was going to do that. He stayed still and waited for you to give out the "ok" for him to continue. 

As he pushed back he watched your face just to make sure that you were ok with him to push back in. He started off slowly but after a couple of minutes of him thrusting deep inside you, he was so close to coming that he roughly thrusted deep inside of you, not caring that others were hearing yours and his moans together. "Aaahh! You feel so good!" Yoongi yelled out as he was about to reach his climax, knowing that you were probably close as well. "Are you close kitten?" Yoongi muttered out in between his moans, seeing that you gave a quick nod of your head, already at a loss of breath. "Then come for me…" He whispered into your ear. 

As soon as you heard those words, it was like a burst of fireworks exploded inside of you. "That's it…..That's it…" Yoongi spoke as he thrusted sloppily before he pulled out of you and came on the floor while stroking his cock at a fast pace. After he finished himself he instantly sat down on the nearest chair and gave out a loud gasp of air watching as you gave out deep breaths as well. 

"You did so good…" Yoongi told you as he looked at you and saw your eyes shining, as if only he could control you like that and only him. "We should probably get dressed… You know why…" You said as Yoongi sat up and got his pants back on and tightened the belt of his pants and held your hand to get you right back on your feet. 

As he walked you out of his office with his hand behind your back, rubbing it every so gently he whispered in your ear "I'll meet you after work. I'll pick you up and drop you off at home." As he kissed your cheek, seeing that you gave a smirk in response to his order. 

To conclude on this day, you, my friend, was going to have a wonderful rest of your life at work, now knowing that you are in a relationship with the boss from your work! 

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[songofclarity]

Hi cat anon back again I absolutely loved your response to my ask though I doubt WRH sleeps 16 hours a day lol. On the contrary I think he's more likely a workaholic who rarely if ever gets a full night of sleep. even if he delegates a part of his workload, leading a sect as large as qishan wen is still a very hard and demanding job and there are things that just can't be delegated and there's also his cultivation that he must put a lot of work in to be that powerful I would be surprised if he ever gets time to rest. If I were to compare WRH as a leader to anyone it would be Miranda Priestley from "the devil wears Prada", all those working under him are terrified of him not because he's needlessly cruel but because he's extremely strict, demanding, and has very high expectations of everyone starting with himself and the higher you go in the hierarchy of the sect the higher his expectations of you will be and if you can't meet his expectations you will be kicked to the curb without mercy (srsly if you haven't watched that movie you absolutely should especially if you're looking for inspiration for WRH because Meryl Streep slays the role of the demanding and tyrannical leader in it).

Also I'm curious what kind of parent you think WRH is. We never get to meet WX in the novel so there's no way to know what he's really like but WC strikes me as a sort of spoiled kid who was used to getting all his demands met without question and was never disciplined for anything ever in his life but also there are WQ and WN whose upbringing WRH had more or less involvement in depending on the adaptation and who seem to be far better adjusted people than WC even if WN seems to suffer from near crippling social anxiety and stage fright. I personally think he has no idea how to parent because he was mostly raised by nannies and tutors and barely had any relation with his own parents if he had any so his idea of being a father is buying his children anything they ask for no matter how extravagant and having dinner with them once in a while.

Sorry for the rant but you're my favorite writer who writes WRH I just love the way you write him ❤️

Ahaha, 16 hours is indeed much too much, he needs to have time to work on his cultivation! I'm so happy you love the way I write him and I love hearing you talk about him, so thank you for sharing your thoughts with me!

I will confess I, too, have a soft spot for workaholic/insomniac Wen RuoHan. It’s a big sect and there is a lot to do! At the same time, I also have a soft spot for well-rested and idling Wen RuoHan who is purposefully kept oblivious to most things happening in his sect, either because other people are doing a good job taking care of it all, because they just don't want to look bad in front of the boss and so don't tell him, or both lol

To be honest, I don't see Wen RuoHan as someone who is that critical of people! I just don't see him dropping people simply because they make a mistake. The way he lightly jokes with Meng Yao after Meng Yao nearly gets himself killed is kind of something I can see Miranda Priestly doing though lol But she knows she's top brass and has the attitude for it. There is an arrogance about her that when she says something disparaging, it's really not a joke even if she might smile and laugh. By comparison, I don't think Wen RuoHan is nearly that arrogant or, if I may, that rude. I think politeness and proper manners are actually very important to him (and there is a whole essay in me about that lol). Wen RuoHan says "you good-for-nothing" only after Meng Yao was being self-deprecating, and then they laughed and carried on with Wen RuoHan going along with Meng Yao's ideas. Meng Yao's status doesn't falter in the slightest.

(So yes, The Devil Wears Prada is a great movie and I have definitely seen it!)

Instead of Wen RuoHan creating a toxic environment where he plays an active hand in making people fight for privileges and status, I can better see people around Wen RuoHan vying for his attention that it becomes a dog-eat-dog situation. It's like with the guest cultivator who threw Nie Dad under the bus. Wen RuoHan did not pose a question that needed to cause a sect-sect incident, but the guest cultivator made it into one. No one is quite sure why he would say such a thing, although one of the assumptions is that he said it simply to stand out and gain attention.

Although I may just have some rose-colored glasses on lol Wen RuoHan just kind of has that personality, to me, that draws people in. They see Wen RuoHan, recognize his power, and are like, "If I can have 5 minutes of his time, my whole life will change for the better." I do think Wen RuoHan thought he was making things better with his policies. The problem is that some bad people are taking advantage of this offer, and it in turn reflects badly on Wen RuoHan. I will say this though: I think there is some room to argue that Wen RuoHan does follow the teachings of Wen Mao.

For the record, I like to completely ignore what CQL did to the Wens, tbh LOL Wen RuoHan is Yikes, Wen Chao is more just evil asshole rather than pompous asshole, and Wen Qing and Wen Ning are like desolate orphans for some reason. I love the younger actors, acting, and the aesthetics (although white and red will always be Wen colors to me!) but the changes to their story line and their relationships with each other made a complete mess and I don't like to see it ;;

But man, I wish we knew, like, anything about Wen Xu! Wen Chao is absolutely spoiled though. Although one thing I like is how he's being given opportunities to practice leadership, management, and organization skills. He's the one arranging the Wen Sect team for the archery competition and he's put in charge of indoctrinating all the juniors when he himself is the same age as them. We see evidence that he's getting the right education and opportunities to maybe even become Sect Leader one day (Wen Xu, who are you!?), but we also know he's a rather rotten, arrogant person who seems to enjoy his power and privilege more than anything. Wen Chao is also the second son and we get a nice comparison with Nie HuaiSang, who also enjoys all the wealth and the pretty things of his station but doesn't want the responsibilities that come with it.

My headcanon is that Wen RuoHan adores children and is very good with them. I want to believe he was very good to Wen Xu, Wen Chao, Wen Qing, and Wen Ning. This is in part because every other parent in MDZS is awful so statistics says at least one of them needs to be good, so let's give it to Wen RuoHan LMAO

But for the actual teaching of said children, I can definitely see them being given tutors and Shifu and all that good stuff. Then when they have learned something, they show it off to Wen RuoHan, who I think is someone who likes seeing others learn and improve. I don't think utilizing nannies and tutors would make him a bad parent though! It might make him somewhat distant, however, which might explain why Wen Chao lies about killing the Tortoise of Slaughter. That would be a great way to get his father's attention! But it might not be because his father is distant. That lack of attention could also be because he's competing, as I mentioned before, with all the other people vying for Wen RuoHan's attention.

Considering Wen RuoHan gave Wen Chao his strongest bodyguard, a whole ton of disciples to lead, and opportunities to prove himself, I think Wen RuoHan is arguably a decent father. That Wen Chao was desperate to get back to him when it all went south shows that his father is someone he knows will protect him, which no other kid in the series (except Lan SiZhui who has the benefit of being from the next generation lol) ever displays. Considering how Wen RuoHan protected Meng Yao in the Sun Palace with Extreme Force, I like to think Wen RuoHan really doesn't mess around with the safety of his kids (with Meng Yao as honorary kid). Even Wen Qing and Wen Ning had ZERO fear running around as they did right after the massacre of Lotus Pier. No one and nothing is going to harm them--not with Wen RuoHan around.

(As a side note, Wen Qing said she wouldn’t be able to protect Wen Ning from Wen Chao if Wen Chao really wanted to kill him, but there is no mention of harm coming from Wen RuoHan. It really does sound like a sibling spat of “He’s going to fucking kill you when he finds out you ate his pudding and there is NOTHING I can do to stop him.”)

With all that said!! I really like your headcanon that Wen RuoHan wasn't close with his own parents and thus having no idea how to parent. It makes me sad, but in a good way lol So I'm definitely willing to run with you on it! Although I love the idea that Wen RuoHan is trying to be different than the generation before him. His parents weren't close to him, so he is close to his own children. He cultivated to a high level because no one was around to protect him, so he makes sure he's around to protect them. Wen ZhuLiu is an extension of Wen RuoHan and it shows when he protects Wen Chao, despite not liking the kid in the slightest.

So Wen Chao grows up spoiled and Wen Ning grows up fearless and Wen Qing grows up prideful because Wen RuoHan is just one letter away and no one wants to mess with Wen RuoHan.

[immysticalgarbage]

A Cup of Coffee

~(Just a short story on Jonathan's mental health.)~

Scarecrow: *pours two cups of coffee and carries them to a table, giving one to Bane, and sits across from him*

Bane: And how many cups will this make, Espantapájaros?

Scarecrow: At least it's not that cough syrup excuse for an energy drink.

Bane: *sighs* That is cyanide for a person like you.

Scarecrow: More like apple seeds. Those actually have cyanide and it'll take a lot to kill someone.

Bane: Japes aside, how are you feeling today? Did the medication do anything to help?

Scarecrow: As much as I protested taking medication, I will admit that it is helping. It made me fix up my office, make new clothes, a-...wait. Did you give me Adderall?

Bane: No, it's not.

Scarecrow: Good. But this medication is helping me sleep peacefully. Christ, I hate myself. Just confessing that is vomit inducing. I shouldn't be needing medication to keep me calm. There are other ways for me to cope besides taking pills to be reduced to a sedated sack of flesh waiting in line to be slaughtered.

Bane: There you go overthinking everything. Not all medications are like that. They help when you're sick or in severe pain. You can deny and hide it as much as you want, but you're in pain. You even got a broken arm and didn't react to it one bit. You just went to your office like you're fine.

Scarecrow: I'm use to having bruises and broken bones, Bane. I've grown desensitized to it.

Bane: And this medication is to help you have some sort of feeling instead of being an emotionless ragdoll. You can believe that stupid conspiracy that people are purposefully medically sedated to fall in line and work themselves to death, but sometimes therapy can't help.

Scarecrow: I'm not insane, Osito. *drinks coffee* All my doctors said the same. I'm just evil.

Bane: Where in my statement did I ever mention that you're insane? Nowhere. You're mentally killing yourself. The same schedule you follow is draining you. When I saw you 4 months ago, you looked like a corpse. It took hours of convincing you to let me help you. When it comes to progress, you'll have to do things you hate. I had to team up with Penguin once just to-

Scarecrow: *serious but calm tone* Don't mention that damn name.

Bane: Then what am I supposed to call a flightless black and white bird?

Scarecrow:.....*facepalms* You've got to be kidding. *looks at Bane* Are you serious?

Bane: Pretty much.

Scarecrow: I despise that man as much as you do. *takes a sip of coffee*

Bane: Hey, that candle store has autumn scents out. Maybe we can pick up a few later today.

Scarecrow: *zoned out to the point Bane's voice fades to an ear ringing noise*............*looks down at coffee cup*

*A gnarled lanky arm reaches out from the cup and grabs Scarecrow by the face, slowly dragging him into the cup. Scarecrow falls and splashes in*

Scarecrow: *eye is closed*.....I can breathe...but I dare not open my eye.

???: Oohhh Johhhhhnyyyyy.....Johhhnyyy boyyyyy.

Scarecrow: *holds head* Go away!

???: Come here, Jonathan. I have something to show you.

Scarecrow: PISS OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE AND GO BACK TO HELL! YOU'RE DEAD AND GONE!

???: I have a gift for you.

Scarecrow: *tries to run away* BANE! HELP ME!

*Mirrors surround Scarecrow, revealing the Scarebeast.*

???: Be the product of fear you claim to be.

Scarecrow: THAT ERA DIED! GO AWAY!

Bane: Scarecrow?! Hey!

Scarecrow:.......*drops coffee cup* It itches.....*scratches forearm* It burns...The irritation burrowed deep in my flesh. I want it to stop. There's no point running from it.

Bane: *rushes to Scarecrow's side* What itches? What are you talking about?!

Scarecrow: *keeps scratching forearm, making the skin turn red* Maybe......*digs fingers in and tears the skin off*

Bane: Espantapájaros!

Scarecrow:.........It still itches....*falls onto the floor*

Bane: Espantapájaros! *lifts him up and rushes him to the infirmary*

*8 hours later*

Riddler: His brain probably fried because he tried to outsmart me in my own game.

Bane: *smacks Riddler upside the head* Cállate, gilipollas egoísta.

Mad Hatter: Hush now, my friends, we must not disrupt. Dear Alice, she's finally waking up.

Scarecrow: *opens eye*

Mad Hatter: Yes! Hoorah! Alice has risen from her sleep! Her precious life isn't for the Jabberwock's to keep.

Riddler: Oh be silent, you naive nonsensical nitwit.

Bane: Espantapájaros, are you ok?

Scarecrow:.....I feel sick.

Riddler: Well it's no big surprise that you grow sick of the fact you can never best me, Jonathan.

Scarecrow: If you keep flapping your mouth, I'll rip your tongue out and sew your mouth shut, Nygma.

Mad Hatter: What did you see? Who did you see? Right through the looking glass, who could it be?

Scarecrow: Someone that should've stayed dead...

[handcrafted-by-fluids]

A Glimmer of Hope (Draco x Slytherin reader)

Summary: This is the second and the last part of a sixth year fanfiction. Your friend Draco has recently got distant. You've taken it upon yourself to find out what he's up to. Is it just because he's your friend.

Link for 1st part: https://handcrafted-by-fluids.tumblr.com/post/620292667778236416/a-glimmer-of-hope-draco-x-slytherin-reader

Warnings: Angst

Requested by: @malfoy7

Edited by: @eternallyconfusedsoul

Also dedicated to: @the--queen-of-hell

Y/N- Your name

Y/L/N- Your last name

Part 2

The winter was almost knocking the sunlight off the clock courtyard. Hogwarts had never been a particularly safe place to be in, but this year was going especially substandard, both for you and for the school. Last month a Gryffindor student had been cursed by a jinxed necklace. Draco was still avoiding you, and now he had started missing classes too. You were trying your best to stalk him, but most of the times he ended up in the boys bathroom or the Room of Requirement which you still couldn't access.

Christmas would be there in no time, and the word got around that Draco would stay at Hogwarts for this Christmas, something he never does. You decided to use this as your opportunity to find the truth out. Going back for a vacation wasn't more important than your friend.

On the first day of your holidays, you decided to wait in the common room for Draco to arrive from his regular venture. It was almost midnight when he sneaked in slowly, as it was well past the curfew hours.

"Filch missed you again?", you asked, keeping your DADA book aside.

He almost dropped his wand in shock. It was dark, and clearly, he hadn't noticed you.

When he didn't reply, you got up and stood in front of him. "Do you want me to turn you in?"

"You wouldn't", Draco replied, but it missed the familiar smirk.

"You don't know that, do you?", you replied. "But if you tell me where you were, I won't inform anybody."

"You think I'm answerable to you?", he replied, suddenly raising his voice. You noticed a glittery trail on his face. Was he crying? It was hard to tell in the dark. "I have support from people you wouldn't guess. Also, I asked you to stay away from me".

His voice broke towards the end of the sentence, which pained you terribly. He was crying.

But you had never seen him cry. Never. He had definitely wailed purposefully when he was attacked by the Hippogriff, but those silent tears told something else about the person you knew so well.

He was suffering.

"Draco. You can tell me. Whatever it is. I won't tell anybody. I trust you", you said softly. "It's okay."

"That's the problem Y/N. You shouldn't. You shouldn't trust me", he said, almost inaudibly. "You'll hate me."

"I- I won't", you said, carefully choosing your next words. "We've been friends for five years, haven't we? I never hated you."

"We can't be friends anymore. I have chosen my legacy. This is to keep you safe", said Draco. "Please."

He finally looked at your eyes. You gazed at his beautiful gray eyes which matched perfectly with his pale gray tinged skin and felt a sudden desire to hold his face in your hands and wipe his tears off. After what felt like an eternity, he tore his eyes away.

"I'm sorry Y/N", he ran off to his dormitory once again. You were too speechless to stop him. Were you falling for him?

.....

It was tough to accept what you actually felt for Draco, as now he was as distant as ever. By the time the students returned from the break, you had given up all hope of ever seeing him again.

The first blow came in the form of a widely circulating rumour. Draco had been fatally injured in a duel with Harry Potter. Before you even gave it a thought, you found yourself running out of your Charms class (to Flitwick's immense agitation). In no time, you're requesting Madam Pomfrey to let you in.

Being a Slytherin had it's own advantages. For example, you had some tricks up your sleeve to convince Madam Pomfrey.

"But he's asleep. He's been given a high dosage of sleeping draught. Wouldn't be another six hours before he wakes up", she said, clearly annoyed.

"It's okay, I'm just going to wait here, I won't disturb him".

You spent the rest of the day sitting by his bed and looking at him. Though you're highly tempted to brush off his hair, Madam Pomfrey was good at keeping an eye. You just hoped no other teachers noted your absence in class.

You had lost the track of time when you noticed Draco stirring. Madam Pomfrey rushed to his side and helped him wake up.

"Has the pain reduced?", she asked, as Draco started to regain his consciousness. But he was far past answering her, because he was starting at you tenderly.

"Y/N?", he asked, completely ignoring Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh, very well", said Madam Pomfrey, "looks like your pain is gone. I will give you two some time to catch up while I go for my meeting with Professor Snape", she said and left you alone with Draco.

"How are you feeling now?", you asked tentatively.

"Better", he said.

You placed your hands on his left hand and brought it close to you, but he pulled away quickly.

You noticed a small part of a black ink on his forearm, which looked suspiciously like a tattoo.

"Were you waiting here for all that time?", he asked, to which you nodded. "You know you didn't need to."

"I was worried", you said.

He looked at you unblinkingly, and once again, you felt as if someone had stunned you. All the time you had spent away from him had made you realize how much you loved his company. You had loved every bit of his intoxicating personality- his smirk, his snide remarks, his eyes, and the way he ran his fingers through his golden hair.

He sighed, but didn't break the eye contact. "You deserve the truth Y/N".

"No, Draco. I'm sorry for pushing you all this time, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to", you said. You realized that all your curiosity was driven by your eagerness to be his friend. Now as long as you could just look at his eyes and talk to him, you wanted nothing more.

"It's okay Y/N. I want to tell you."

You nodded and helped him to sit up. "I have been given a task Y/N. By- by the Dark Lord. It is my only chance to save myself and my family".

You shuddered. You had always been afraid to lose all your friends in the wizarding war. You knew it was inevitable, but never really thought about it. Especially how your friendship with Draco would be affected. You knew which side you were in. You were not the bravest, but your parents were killed by the Dark Lord, despite the fact that they worked for him. If you had a chance, you'd definitely fight against him. But if you had a chance to bring back your parents by working for him...

Your thoughts were interrupted when you realized Draco hadn't finished yet.

"I- "

"You don't need to say anything", he said. "I have done horrible things while trying to accomplish it. I almost killed Katie Bell."

So that was him. What task could be so dangerous that he almost killed a student? Afterall, he was just sixteen.

"The truth, Y/N, is that I'm a Death Eater now", he said, and rolled up his left sleeve to reveal a tattoo that you knew so well. He sighed again. "I know you'll hate me after this. But you weren't going to leave me alone, were you? I wanted to keep you away from my messed up life, but I was also afraid that you might hate me. I didn't want to lose you, but you deserved the tru-"

You grabbed his hand and leaned in to kiss him before you could change your mind. For a moment, the world paused. The only thing your senses could pick up was the subtle scent of his musk cologne and the slightly bitter taste of his lips, probably from the medicines.

Before your realized what you were doing, you felt his hands on your cheeks, drawing you in his embrace. He was kissing you back.

After what felt like an eternity, you parted, though his hands were still on your cheeks.

"I love you", you whispered.

"Why?", he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

"You are the strongest person I know. You are doing what you must, but you are not a bad person. I know", you replied. "You don't need to tell me what task you have. I know what the Dark Lord is capable of. We all have our terrors Draco."

He removed his hands from your cheeks, held your hands and brought them close to his lips, and gave them a soft tentative peck.

"I don't know what is to come Y/N", he said. "I might not be able to finish the task, I might not be able to survive. And if I do manage to finish it, I'll never be able to look back, I'll have to commit to him. But for what it's worth, you, Y/N, are my only glimmer of hope, and you'll always be", he said, and kissed you again.

You didn't know how long the peace would last, how long you would have the opportunity to kiss him, how long you could hold on to him, but you knew how much you loved him, and how you always would.

As if reading your mind, he replied.

"I love you Y/N, and I always will."

Note: I tried my best to write it without affecting canon, so it's a bit of an abrupt ending. If you want me to continue this and change the main plot of HBP, do tell me.