#gaslight cafe

[oldshowbiz]

The Gaslight Cafe

[ionkilop]

Gaslight cafe

Then-candidate Trump’s campaign and subsequent administration has been accused of “gaslighting America” for, among other things, labeling verifiable facts as “fake news. While there was some occasional political use in the 1990s, the term rose to particular prominence decades later during the 2016 U.S. Evidence for this metaphorical extension emerges in the 1950–60s. Yelp is a fun and easy way to find, recommend and talk about. New York, NY- Don Stewart plays guitar as Dick Woods writes poetry, in the Gaslight coffee house in Greenwich Village. Delivery & Pickup Options - The Gaslight Cafe - CLOSED in Philipsburg, reviews by real people. New York, NY:Gaslight Poetry Cafe, 116 McDougal St. He convinces her that she’s imagining this, trying to drive her insane.Īs a result of the film’s success, gaslighting became a common way of describing emotional abuse or manipulation that causes one to question their sanity. Browse 61 gaslight cafe stock photos and images available, or start a new search to explore more stock photos and images. Part of his efforts include toying with their gas-powered lights so they flicker. In the film, the husband makes his wife go crazy and steal valuable jewels her family has hidden away. The story features a conniving and murderous husband who tries to conceal his true identity from his wife. It was eventually adapted into a film, compounded into a single word as Gaslight, in 1944. Cincinnati, OH 45220 (3663) 2019 Gaslight Bar and Grill. The term gaslighting originates from a 1938 play called Gas Light by Patrick Hamilton. Kitchen open 11:00am to 10:00PM Tuesday - Saturday.

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Gaslight cafe

Select from premium The Gaslight Cafe of the highest quality. New York, NY- Don Stewart plays guitar as Dick Woods writes poetry, in the Gaslight coffee house in Greenwich Village. New York, NY:Gaslight Poetry Cafe, 116 McDougal St. “It came from the fact that Nathan is a chef and has a passion for food, and I love customer service and making people smile. Find the perfect The Gaslight Cafe stock photos and editorial news pictures from Getty Images. Browse 61 gaslight cafe stock photos and images available, or start a new search to explore more stock photos and images. “Our inspiration didn’t come from the fact that we felt we were always meant to be business owners,” shares Bryden. The business is located in 560 Harrison Ave, Boston, MA 02118, USA. Venues (Entertainment, Meeting, Community)įrom Korea to Canada and so many places in-between, Nathan Park and Bryden Mombourquette, owners of the Gaslight Cafe, bring a world of experience through customer service and delicious food and drinks to the island we all call home. Gaslight Brasserie du Coin is a business providing services in the field of Cafe, Restaurant. ASSOCIATIONS, CHARITIES, GROUPS, NONPROFITSĪssociations, Chambers, Economic Development.Associations, Charities, Groups, Nonprofits

[lascitasdelashoras]

Gaslight Poetry Cafe, 116 McDougal St. on January 11, 1961

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013, Coen brothers)

14/02/2024

Inside Llewyn Davis is a 2013 film directed and written by Joel and Ethan Coen and starring Oscar Isaac, Carey Mulligan, Justin Timberlake and John Goodman.

The film is inspired by the life of folk singer Dave Van Ronk, active in New York in the sixties.

It participated in competition at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival, where it won the Special Jury Grand Prix.

New York, February 1961: Llewyn Davis is a struggling young folk singer whose recent solo album, Inside Llewyn Davis, was a flop; being without money and nowhere to go, he sleeps on the sofas of friends and acquaintances. One evening, after playing at the Gaslight Café in Greenwich Village, he is beaten at the back of the venue by a mysterious and rude individual for reasons not immediately specified.

He subsequently accepts Jim's proposal to record a new song, agreeing to be paid immediately 200 dollars in exchange for the transfer of the copyright, in order to have the money for the abortion.

The young man accepts a ride to Chicago in the company of the laconic poet Johnny Five and the grumpy heroin-addicted jazz musician Roland Turner; during the trip he reveals that his musical partner, Mike Timlin, committed suicide by jumping off a bridge.

In an expanded version of the film's opening scene, Davis performs at the Gaslight and Pappi reports to him that a "friend" is waiting for him in the back; Davis then watches a young Bob Dylan perform on stage.

The film starts from the Coen's reflection on the rebirth of interest in folk music in the sixties, and in particular that despite the genre's exquisitely rural identity, in that period it was followed above all in a metropolis like New York, and that so all its major performers were natives, like Brooklyn's Dave Van Ronk and Ramblin' Jack Elliott.

When writing the screenplay, the pair of directors drew mainly from Van Ronk's autobiography, published posthumously in 2005, The Mayor of MacDougal Street but, even before starting to write it, the Coens had started from a single idea: imagine Van Ronk getting beaten up outside Gerde's Folk City in the Village.

Producer Scott Rudin, who had previously worked with the Coens on True Grit and No Country for Old Men, collaborated on the project. StudioCanal helped the production financially in the absence of a US financier/distributor.

On May 9, 2013, shortly before the presentation of the film at the Cannes Film Festival, the red band trailer and a new poster were also released.

The soundtrack was curated by T Bone Burnett, songwriter, producer and Oscar winner for the song The Weary Kind, and by Marcus Mumford.

[artofflorescence]

what if the real therapy was the little treats we had along the way?

[kraniumet]

"the malm whale closed because people had sex in it" misinformation and fake news. of course people had sex in the whale. whatever. it has corpse smell and is an antique.

[truelovescamrecovery]

They call us things to get us to shut up at that moment. Or to be emotionally stirred in some way that causes us to do something that benefits them. - That is all they're ever thinking about. More than “confessions” by “projecting” the accusations are a tool. - A tool to get something they want and need. Just as everything else they say is… They catch onto the things that normal people think are bad, such as liars, cheaters, crazy, and drunks... Are they doing the things they hurl at us? Of course, they are!! They are sociopaths. However, they have done far, far, worse. But if they hurled those things at you as an accusation, you'd not take them to heart. Would you be affected if they yelled at you, “You're a murderer!, Rapist!, Embezzler!, Pedophile!, You're hiding five kids from three different men/women and I know it!…” Nope. And then what they need would not be achieved. They need you to shut up and/or do something that benefits them... That's why they're calling you things that you are. - There is absolutely nothing else they want. No matter what they say, this is the reason. Offended, hurt, crying…You're going to shut up, and then you're going to do something to prove to them that you're not that thing they called you. - This is normal on your part... This is what it's like under the spell of a sociopath. - What you do and how you feel is normal... But unless you can see past how you feel to what they're actually doing you might be there in hell for a very, very, very long time. Projection is carrying over unresolved emotional residue from one scenario or incident with one person or event to another unconnected person or event. Sociopaths are not capable of projection: to project because of an unresolved emotional upset: you would have to care. Sociopaths are not upset about anything they have done in the past. They have no unresolved emotional residue from incident to incident. * * * #gaslighting #narcissist #nocontact #divorce #sunday #saturday #cats #narcissisticabuseunwound #truelovescamrecovery #hoovering #croissant #travel #Spotify #paris #reframing #breakup #coffee #espresso #psychopath #cafe #bread #narcissism #books https://www.instagram.com/p/CjijNz-pSGf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dumbbitchhour]

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[euthymiya]

“Have you ever wondered where we’ll get married?”

Your question comes out of nowhere—not much catches Sukuna off guard, but this question manages to make him pause. His eyes don’t leave the screen of his phone, thumb swiping along as he sits beside you. You drag a finger along his tattooed arm, grinning as he clicks his teeth.

“Who said I want to marry you?” He grunts.

You smile wider. It’s a knowing, amused little thing that stretches over the contours of your face like you know better. (You do. Sukuna is better at lying than telling the truth, but you’re even better at picking apart every little fib for the honesty he doesn’t want you to know. You wonder if he realizes that.)

“Who else would you marry?” You snort, “that girl from the convenience store? She has the hots for you, y’know.”

You nudge him with your shoulder, biting back a laugh when his lips curl into an almost irritated sneer as he scoffs. “She’s ugly.”

“Harsh,” you pretend to wince in sympathy, “then the waitress at that cafe? Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed her eye your tattoos.”

“Too fuckin’ whiny. Her voice makes my eardrums bleed.”

You can count on one hand the number of people Sukuna tolerates—and yes, it’s important to note that he tolerates people. He doesn’t really like anyone. He likes you, though. You’re a little confident about that because when your fingers slip under his shirt to glide against his bare chest, he lets you. He leans into it, too.

It’s because he likes you.

“Oh!” You gasp, snapping your finger like you’ve just thought of the perfect idea, “that girl from the bakery? She gives you free stuff all the time. I love it when I get to eat free bread, don’t you?”

“No. She’s a pushover. It’s pathetic.”

“We’ll never get you a wife at this rate,” you sigh dramatically, shaking your head. You look almost—almost—saddened by the idea. And then you perk up, “what about we search for a husband for me, instead? How about that guy from—”

“What the fuck are you on about?” He turns his head to glare at you. He’s annoyed—you can tell because his eyes are narrowed and his jaw is clenched. You can also tell because his heart is beating under your hand. One thump after the other. Faster, faster.

“Well I have to find someone if you won’t do it,” you pout. “I want a wedding in Okinawa. Know any guys who don’t mind getting married in Okinawa?”

“No,” he growls. His heart is still beating. Faster, faster.

“Then I’m doomed,” you collapse against the couch, theatrically draping an arm over your face as you woefully add, “my big fat Okinawa wedding dreams broken. What ever—”

“Enough,” he hisses. He grabs your hand, inspects the fingers for a moment before casually tossing it back onto your lap as he mumbles, “you can have your stupid wedding if it shuts you up. And don’t talk to that guy ever again.”

And then he’s back to scrolling through his phone, thumb gliding across the screen as you curl into his side with a satisfied grin. Sukuna doesn’t like anyone. He could make a list of all the reasons why.

It all boils down to the fact that none of them are you.

“Perfect,” you say excitedly, “we’ll get married in Okinawa, then. Here are the rings I had in mind—pay attention, okay?”

sometimes you just have to gaslight your feral bf into marriage, you know?

[lanaisnotokay]

[honeykaes]

masked fantasy

slasher!lyney x reader II 2.8k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, modern au, implied!yandere, implied murder, fingering, cunnilingus, use of toys, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise pussydrunk!lyney, established relationship, gaslighting/manipulation, mention of blood, unedited

synopsis: you've been on edge lately seeing news report after news report of people killed by a masked pierrot serial killer, targeting people you seemed to vaguely know. your boyfriend, lyney, insists you drop it and focus on him instead to try to get your mind off of things. you listen, but something in the pit of your stomach continues to nag at you.

Gloomy clouds above hid the stars and the moonlight above. Rain loudly padded against the windows, a small waterfall streaming down it. You snuggled into your blanket further on the couch in an attempt to knock the chill away from the living room. A sigh emitted from your lips watching the 6:00 p.m. news report of yet another murder in your town from a masked serial killer. This wouldn’t very unique to some; however, you began to notice a pattern 

The media and detectives have deemed him the Pierrot—a serial killer who dons a French Carnival-Style Jester mask. Reports from the police said he’s still at large and seemed to be killing indiscriminately, but you knew a little better. The photos of the victims all shared one thing in common with you, you had vaguely known them in the past. 

One was an old high school classmate, another was a teacher's assistant who once assisted your professors in college, another was a barista worker from a cafe you sometimes go to, even old childhood friends you haven’t spoken to for years. You wanted to chalk it up to a weird coincidence but the pit in your stomach churned, discouraging you to relax. 

You worry whoever this masked killer was, he was working his way to you.

Thunder suddenly boomed in the sky, causing your body to jolt from the noise. You let out a sigh; the stress seemed to finally be getting to you. 

Your boyfriend walked in, an amused but concerned smile on his face. You and Lyney had been dating for a while now, meeting in college when you decided to study abroad in France. Eventually, you moved into his place that he shared with his two siblings—his twin sister Lynette and his adoptive younger brother Freminet. 

Things were great with Lyney. He was doting, caring, and amusing as well. He made you happy; he felt real. He was someone you could imagine marrying maybe in a year or two.

“You alright? You seem a bit jumpy today,” he hummed, handing you a mug of hot chocolate. The aroma of the milk chocolate made your mouth water as marshmallows floated on top. You flash a small smile, taking the mug for him and taking a sip—hoping the warm liquid would coax your anxiety.

“Honestly, not really. The whole Pierrot serial killer thing has been really bothering me lately. I vaguely know the victims, albeit there aren’t people I know like that or associate myself with now. But, still! I recognize them,” you sighed, looking at the reflection of your mug. Lyney’s face slightly softened at your confession.

“...I’m scared that the killers are actually targeting me. Like this is some fucked up mind game or whatever. I’m scared it’ll also mean the people that I currently care about are in danger too. …like you,” you muttered. Lyney chuckled slightly before you looked up at him and narrowed your eyes. He covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter, murmuring apologies as he tried to calm down.

“Darling, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Besides, you have your amazing, attentive, loveable, strong boyfriend here to help. I’m here to protect both you and my siblings,” he chimed, leaning in to peck your forehead. You side-eye the man as he plopped down next to you on the couch, placing his mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table. He grabbed some of the blankets covering your lower body, getting in close to cover his form as well. Your thighs and sides pressed together as he smiled.

“I don’t know if a shortie like you will be able to fight off a psychopath,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Slight annoyance flashed through Lyney’s amethyst eyes as he pouted.

“You’d be surprised…” he muttered. You chuckled once more before leaning in to kiss Lyney’s plush cheek as his eyes softened in affection. 

“Well, let’s just lighten the mood. We were going to watch Halloween special shows after all,” Lyney chimed, leaning over to grab the remote and change the television. That was right, today was supposed to be your date night. Freminet was having a sleepover with some of his friends and Lynette, begrudgingly, went out to give you two some space.

You felt Lyney’s hands underneath the blanket stroke against your thigh. At first, it was his thumb, before his whole hand slowly crept up and down. You gazed flickered to his that were glued to the television screen, albeit they were half-lidded and a smirk fell on his now rosy face.

“Well, aren’t you a bit touchy,”  you murmured.

“Oh, am I? I didn’t seem to notice,” he hummed back, turning his gaze towards you. As he leaned in close—lips hovering by your own—a cell phone rang loudly. Your body jolted up once more, not expecting the sudden noise as anxiety shot throughout your entire body. Lyney flashed a sympathetic smile as a soft chuckle echoed out. He padded your thigh to try to comfort you, reaching out to grab his phone that was ringing out.

“We got to get you to relax, mon amour,” he murmured. He got up from his seat, walking away from your form. 

Guilt gnawed on your body. You felt bad for being so anxious lately from this serial killer like your body is completely on edge as if you were a rabbit in the den of wolves, but you shouldn’t.

“I’m in my home. I am with my loving boyfriend. I am okay, I am safe,” you whispered out to yourself. Eventually, Lyney walked back in, and settled back to his spot on the couch.

“That was Lynette. She said that she would be coming home around midnight. It gives us plenty of time if you want this that is,” he stated, letting his hands trail across your thighs. You smiled, placing your hands on his cheeks. The corners of his lips curved up, leaning his head against your touch.

“I think a distraction would be good for me,” you whispered. His nose brushed against yours, lips hovering to where they once were before the interruption.

“Then forget all your troubles and leave everything to me…”

His lips finally found themselves to your own and you brought him closer to you. Your legs widened as his knees sank against the cushion of the couch to lean to you, deepening the kiss. Your hand reached over, softly grazing the crotch of his pants feeling his half-hardened cock pressing against his jeans. A soft moan escapes his lips, still connecting with yours before he parts away, and trails them along the nape of your neck.

“We…need to go to the bedroom,” Lyney groaned, continuing to kiss down your neck and nibble at the sensitive skin. Your body shivered, and you bit your lip to hide the smile creeping on your face.

“Oh, but you’re the one who has me pinned down here,” you reminded. With a grunt and pout, Lyney leaned back up, grabbed your hand, and found his way to your lips once more. The two of you bumped into walls—taking each other’s clothing off, leaving a trail to your shared bedroom. Lyney pushed you down on the bed as he slowly crawled on top of you with a mischievous smile.

“You seem so eager now. What’s the difference, chérie?” he hummed, dragging his lips across your thighs. His hands squeezed at your thighs as his lips finally trailed along the plush flesh. His hand reached to cup your cunt earning a soft moan from you as he nipped at your thighs. 

“You seemed to be a great distraction, I guess,” you whined, grinding your core into his hand to encourage him to stop teasing you. Lyney playfully rolled his eyes, letting his two longest fingers sink inside your cunt, drilling them to precision and skill.

“‘I guess’” he mocked. “You, out of anyone, should know I’m more than just a ‘guess’. You know how well you enjoy passing the time with my fingers deep inside of you like this…or my mouth…or my cock. As he continued to plunge his fingers deeper inside of you, feeling your walls flutter, he couldn’t stop himself from grinding against the bed to try to get some friction on his throbbing clothed cock.

He soon learned near your drooling core, globs of your slick clinging against the fingers plunging inside of you.

“But, it’s fine. I’ll ensure you’ll think of me and nothing else. Just me and only me,” he stated. He finally pressed his lips against your clit as your body jolted in delight. Your hands dug into his soft ash-blond hair, pulling him in even deeper as his chuckles reverberated against the nub. He darted his tongue out, beginning to slowly swirl circles along the perimeter of it before letting his tongue flick rapidly on the bundle of nerves.

Your body shivered in pleasure, back arched, as Lyney tried to contain his smile, feeling your thighs beginning to press against the cheek of his face. He continued to flick his tongue against your clit before encompassing his lips around it and sucking on it—fingers not wavering and continuing to thrust inside of you.

Lyney lifted your leg against one of his shoulders and he pressed the flat of his tongue against the nub, offering a few gentle licks on it before he shifted back to suck on it. You writhed underneath him, as his blunt nails dug into your hips to try to prevent you from moving too much. The sinful sounds of slouching echoed out in the bedroom, your cheeks hot feeling overwhelmed by the attention and meticulous touch of both his mouth and fingers.

“Lyney, oh fuck. Please, please…!” you begged out. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arched once more—quivering—as you finally reached your high. His breath is heavy, letting your leg fall back down on the bed, leaning up to watch your pussy convulsed against nothing. His lower mouth glistened in your arousal as he licked his lips to clean up what slick clung onto there. The sweet taste of it was enough to make Lyney grin, watching your tired form trying to recover from your climax. 

He leaned down against your side, feeling his hard and pulsating cock against the soft globes of your ass. He grabbed a handful of the globe, letting his cock slide between your thighs and slit a few times. As he made contact with your overstimulated clit you jolted and a soft whine emitted from you. Lyney laughed, tapping his tip against it a few times before he finally let himself slowly plunge inside of you. 

As Lyney slowly sank deeper, He moved his mouth to your neck, groaning loudly, feeling your walls pulsating. When he finally bottomed out, his lips softly kissed your neck before rutting into you. The sound of slapping skin was loud inside the room and the smell of sweat wafted throughout it too. Lyney continued to nibble at your neck, admiring the bruises and hickies he decorated on the skin. His groaning got louder as he sucked a breath in, feeling your walls beginning to cave and tighten. 

“Fuck,” Lyney moaned out loudly. You gasped as you felt him move and shift your body. Your ass hung in the air, as your head said laying on the pillows. His nails harpoon against your ass, drilling himself even deeper inside of you. As he continued to rut inside of you, he leaned down and kissed your back, groaning once more. He could feel your walls continuing to cave in, making it harder for him to control his thrusts and not lose himself too much in the pleasure.

He suddenly slipped out, cock quivering as he took a few breaths to try to control himself from climaxing. As he softly sighed, moving past it, he opened his eyes and admired your widening hole drooling out. 

“W-What are you…” you asked, softly before Lyney pressed a finger to his lips. He reached over to the nightstand, rummaging through it. You thought he was looking for a condom, but your eyes widened seeing him pull out a small bullet vibrator instead. He held down the button on the side as the contraption began to vibrate erratically in the palm of his hands.

“I think keeping you on your toes would be best for tonight. Besides, I haven’t heard you use this before when I’m in the shower,” he chuckled as you bit your lip in embarrassment. He slid his cock back inside of you, before snaking his hand around and pressing the erratically moving vibrator against your overstimulated clit. You cried out his name, his thrusts deep and rapid. The whole bed creaked to his fast strokes, Lyney’s breaths getting heavier as he repeated your name in a slurred way as if your cunt had made him drunk.

“There…there…there…that’s right,” Lyney moaned out. You covered your face feeling tears begin to prick out as the pleasure and burn of overstimulation settled in. You shout his name, body convulsing as you reach your high for the second time tonight, writhing for what it seemed like hours beneath him. 

In a dazed form, you felt Lyney flip you over admiring your absolute fucked-out form, quickly turning the vibrator off and throwing it across the bed. He continued to plunge himself inside of you. His eyes admire your chest bouncing to the fast pace of his thrusts. His cheeks were flushed and his voice whining, grunting, and groaning your name. You could barely focus on anything, your legs instinctively moved and wrapped against his small waist.

“I love you. I love you. Je t’aimerai toujours. Je n’aime que toi!” Lyney moaned out. He leaned his head back, snapping his eyes shut as he finally reached his high. His hips continued to bug, thrusting the ropes of cums deeper inside of you. He bit his lip as another soft moan emitted from him, taking heavy breaths before looking down at you. 

He smiled, wiping away the tears pricking your eyes, speaking softly, and whispered in his mother tongue affection gestures to make sure you were alright. He placed his forehead against your own seeing you slowly come back from your senses, eyes completely tired but your form relaxed. There wasn’t an inch of tension he could see that you had before.

Lyney brought his lips down against your own, offering a slower and more sensual kiss.

“You know I’d do anything, absolutely anything for you. I love you so much it hurts,” he whispered. You smiled, pecking his forehead as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Soon globs of his cum began dribbling from your cunt and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Your eyes drift to the clock; Lynette will be coming home soon. You two needed to clean up and shower to avoid any unnecessary awkward conversations.

You finally closed your legs, moving to get up from the bed you accidentally hit the vibrator down as it fell to the floor. You sighed as you got up, your legs wobbly as you tried to readjust yourself.

“W-Wait! Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it and change the sheets. You just go clean up in the bathroom. If you need help just tell me, but I don’t want you to fall!” Lyney suddenly murmured. He seemed oddly on edge suddenly. You shrugged, leaning down to pick the toy up.

“It’s fine, it’s just right here. I can take…care of it….” your voice trailed off. Your eyes catch something odd under the bed. You reached to grab it, revealing that same Jester mask you saw on the news report from earlier. Parts of it seemed more damaged and cracked than the rendering the broadcast had, with a particular smudge with a dark red substance splattered on it.

Dried blood. 

You look up in horror to gaze back at Lyney. His eyes, which you always knew were sweet and kind, looked back to you with more of a darker twist—his lips cemented in a frown. 

“I told you to drop it, didn’t I…?” he sighed. You felt frozen in shock and fear as Lyney moved from the top of the bed to join you on the floor. His eyes, still twirled with that dark emotion you couldn’t read well, but his gaze softened. His lips curled up in a smile, you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or if he was just trying to comfort you from the revelation.

He dragged his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the tears that cascaded down. You didn’t notice you were crying.

“....Because sometimes we prefer the fantasy than the truth darling.”

[anonymousicecream]

Leave me Alone (Kwon Eunbi x M Reader)

"Unnie, isn't that Bae Y/n?" Chaewon asked her unnie, making Eunbi turn around to stare at the young boy, who's currently in line, waiting to order at the cafe they're all in. "Oh? Who is he Chaewonnie?" "He's the quiet kid in our grade. Word is, he used to like Kazuha but they stopped because Kazuha have this irk about him, and we all end up not liking him." Chaewon said, before Sakura added "That was 2 years ago though in middle school, he seems to have glowed up".

Hearing this, Chaewon scoffed at Sakura's statement. "So Eunbi unnie, what do you think of him?" Chaewon asked her, making Eunbi choke after hearing her words. "W-what do you mean?" Eunbi asked, not knowing what she actually thinks about him. "Well, Bae Y/n, what do you think about him?" Chaewon asked again, reaffirming her question.

"Well, he looks nice, disciplined, and also very quiet." Eunbi said, observing you from a distance. "Alright then. Let's make a bet." Chaewon said, making Eunbi choke even more. "H-huh?? What??" Eunbi asked, stammering, not knowing what to say. "Let's make a bet. If you make him fall in love with you, or at least get into bed with him, say in the next 3 weeks, I'll get you whatever you want, INCLUDING that Hermes clutch you want so badly. Plus, you'll gain the upper-hand on Chaehyun as the queen bee of the school, bedding one of, if not, the hottest guy in school." Chaewon said.

"No. No Chaewon. I'm not doing this." Eunbi said firmly. "Oh. So you're a pussy huh? Not willing to give your body, or heart, just for a bet, for the next 3 weeks? Now we know you're a softie." Chaewon said, trying to gaslight Eunbi, which definitely worked, as Eunbi now is heated and wants to prove her worth and capabilities. "Fine. Bet's on." Eunbi said.

(Timeskip)

You woke up earlier than usual on Monday morning, but remembering that nothing important is up today, you went back to sleep. You didn't know how long you slept for, but the next thing you knew, your sister smacked your face with a pillow repeatedly, waking you up.

"YAH WAKE THE FUCK UP PARK Y/N! YOU'RE LATE BY LIKE 10 MINUTES!!!" Your sister, Bae Joohyun, also known as Irene, woke you up. Joohyun's 6 years older than you, and is currently working at your family company, while you're a year off until graduation, with no plans for joining the family business and full plans to become a photographer.

"FUCK!" You shouted, waking up immediately and rushing towards your closet, changing into your uniform before rushing towards the front door, entering your car and driving off to your school.

(Timeskip)

You arrived at school 20 minutes later, which made you already 30 minutes late to class by now. You walked fast heading towards your class, but before you could enter, you heard a whistle, making you turn to the voice, and there, you saw someone who you never thought will notice you.

"Eunbi-ssi" You said, trying to catch your breath from your rushed walk to the classroom. "Y/nnie, didn't know you'd be this late. I always thought you're obedient." Eunbi said, throwing her bubble game to the side before walking towards you, fixing your uniform. "What do you say, you follow me, and we can have some fun?" Eunbi asked you teasingly, making you tempted at her offer. Despite hearing rumors on how many guys she fucked as well as how many guys she broke, you're still allured by her temptation, mainly her beautiful body and curvy figure.

You nod gently, seeing her smirk at you before she grabs your hands and guide you away from the hallways. You soon noticed where she guided you, before she opened the door and grabbed the two of you in, before she then closed the door. You stood in shock, trying to calm down and take in what had just happen in the past 10 minutes, where arguably the hottest girl in school had just grabbed you away, possibly for a hook-up, you don't know. You then dropped your bags and set them to the side before turning around. When you turned around though, you were shocked to see the sight in front of you.

Your jaw dropped, seeing Eunbi in her curvy figure, stripped off her uniform, only in a black bikini. "What? Never seen these?" She asked you teasingly, while also walking towards you. You then unbuttoned your clothes, before taking them off as well as your trousers, exposing your toned body, as well as your six-pack, making her stare at them. "Nope. Never seen someone as hot as you. Bet you never seen something like this as well." You replied, fighting fire with fire. "Hm cocky, I like that. Plus, you look like someone who can back their words." She said, before caressing your collarbone, as she left you, walking towards the pool, entering the pool slowly, teasing her assets towards you, prompting you to also do the same.

You saw her swam away, looking back at you every few moments, leaving hints to follow her. When you fully got inside the pool, you started swimming towards her, before you caught up to her in no time, grabbing her shoulders for a hug from behind, making her squeal, trying to "get away" from you.

It didn't take long before the two of you swam to the furthest edge of the pool, away from the entrance door. This, is the moment where you trapped Eunbi between yourself and the edge of the pool, both of your hands on either side of her body. It didn't take long before you felt her breathes getting harder, hearing her heartbeat as it got louder.

"You didn't expect to be in this position, do you?" You asked her, trying to assert dominance. Eunbi then shook her head, before you left a chuckle. "Tell me what you want." You whispered into her ears, before leaving kisses on her neck, moving downwards slowly, hearing her breathes got heavier, as well as some whimpers from her. "I-I want you to fuck me, hard." Eunbi said, making you smirk.

You moved one of your hands onto her tits, fondling them through her bikini top, making her groan softly. You used your other hand to caress her thighs, lifting them up to wrap them on your hips. You started grinding your cock onto her crotch, feeling her wet juices leaking out of her pussy.

You untied her bikini top, before leaning in to suck on her tits aggressively, making her throw her head back, her moans getting louder after each time you suck on her tits. She then pulled your hair, getting you off her tits, before she stared at you. "Fuck me. Now."

Eunbi then pushed your boxers down, stroking your cock into hardness while you untied her bikini bottom, letting it float, exposing her wet pussy. You pushed your cock into her pussy, earning a groan from her, enjoying her warmth and tightness, before you start thrusting in and out of her.

Eunbi's moans got louder after each thrust, her hands staying active and moving around as she wrapped them around your back, scratching your back, enjoying how your cock felt inside her pussy. You too, didn't only thrust your cock in and out of her, as you used your mouth to suck on her neck and leave hickeys on her collarbone, thrusting faster into her.

"I'm close." Eunbi moaned, starting to meet your thrusts, allowing you to get deeper into her. You thrust into her at different angles, hitting different spots inside her, before you found her g-spot. "AH FUCK!" Eunbi moaned, prompting you to hit it again repeatedly, before.....

"MMHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK!!!!!" Eunbi moaned, as she reached her orgasm, cumming on your cock. You continued fucking her through her orgasm, while also caressing her clit, helping her prolong her orgasm.

After she came down from her high, you slowed your thrusts, while also caressing her back, before you completely stopped fucking her. You pulled out of her, before turning her around, exposing her huge, curvy ass onto you. You then entered her again, as you start fucking her, this time chasing your own orgasm. "Ah fuck that's it. That's it y/n!" Eunbi continued moaning, enjoying the feeling of your cock deep inside her.

You moved your hands onto her tits, fondling her from behind as you moved your other hand to her midriff, caressing them as you move them lower onto her clit, rubbing them aggressively. It didn't take long before she got tighter, clenching her pussy even more as she starts leaking her juices.

"I'm close. Get up." You told her, slowing your thrusts into her. "No. Inside me. Please. I'm on the pills." She said, convincing you, which worked. You continued thrusting in and out of her faster, hitting her g-spot repeatedly before you thrust one last time into her, as you reached your orgasm, cumming inside of her pussy. At the same time, Eunbi also came again, not as intense as before.

While you came, you slowed your thrusts, while also grabbing her head to lean in to kiss her on the lips, enjoying the kiss as the two of you climaxed together.

After you finished cumming, you pulled out of her, before helping her out of the pool, not forgetting to grab her bikini and your boxers, before going into the shower. The two of you continued making out in the shower, enjoying the feeling as you two cleaned each other up, although you two agreed that you two won't be fucking in the shower.

Not long after, the two of you were already dressed in your uniforms, ready to return to class. However, before you do, she stopped you. "Your phone." Eunbi said. You gave her your phone, and saw her type her number in, adding it to your contacts before she gave it back to you. "I'll text you whenever I need you." She said, leaving a peck on your lips before leaving the room.

[harunayuuka2060]

WHB Series #1 (Cont.)

Minhyeok: ...

MC: *was sketching a nude art piece but fell asleep halfway through, still sitting upright*

Minhyeok: They must’ve had a tough time in hell.

Minhyeok: Though they look more beautiful than ever.

MC: Hey, what are you staring at?

Minhyeok: !!!

MC: *yawns*

Minhyeok: Haha... It's nothing. Anyway, will you be able to finish that today?

MC: I don't know. I think I'll just send it unfinished.

Minhyeok: Huh? Will the client be fine with it?

MC: I'll just gaslight him into thinking this is what he wanted.

Minhyeok: ...

The kings: They went home?

Foras: Yes.

Bimet: How irresponsible. The war hasn't ended yet and they decided to abandon their duty.

Sitri: Solomon is not like that, Sir Bimet.

Bimet: They went back to the human world without telling us.

Foras: You know nothing about the situation, so I suggest you watch your words, Sir Bimet.

Bimet: Ah, of course. The two hopeless romantics who will never be noticed by the person they admire.

Foras and Sitri: *frowns*

Mammon: Bimet, that's enough.

Beelzebub: Why are we making this a big deal? I think they deserve a vacation.

Bael: He's right. They've contributed a lot to this war. We should not criticize them for taking some time off.

Leviathan: I beg to differ.

Satan: You're just jealous they're with their human friend. Hahaha!

Lucifer: Is it Minhyeok Kim? I heard he took care of them since childhood. No wonder they were eager to go home.

Satan: Nah. Michael just pissed them off.

Foras: *nods in agreement*

MC and Minhyeok: *went to a cafe*

Minhyeok: Should we get everything?

MC: If you're paying.

Minhyeok: *chuckles*

The server: *approaches them* What can I get for you?

Minhyeok: Oh, we're-

MC: *stares at the server*

The server: ...

MC: ...

MC: *looks at the other workers in the cafe*

MC: ...

MC: *mutters* Those bastards.

*The workers in the cafe are angels created by them.*

The server: *smiles* Is there a problem?

MC: ...

MC: Where's your manager?

The server: He's currently away.

MC: He's flying somewhere above this building. *referring to Raphael*

Minhyeok: ???

The server: My apologies, god. But we were told to keep an eye on you.

MC: Tch.

Minhyeok: ...

Minhyeok: What did she just call you?

Minhyeok: ...

Minhyeok: Should I start building you an altar?

MC: Build one and I'll smack you onto the walls.

[charliemwrites]

I had a BRAIN BLAST on the way home today. So!

In the category of Readers Who Get To Do What They Want:

(CW for dark Simon, johnny, and “reader” with unhealthy relationship dynamics, gaslighting - not from who you suspect - and threats of violence)

A pair of identical twins who are basically opposites from birth. Twin 1 is obviously favored by their parents for being the “easy” twin that tries to appease them and keep the peace. Twin 2 a little hellion from birth, they think this kid is basically broken. Try to test for psychopathy but nope, their own kid has just picked up on the accidental favoritism from birth and just seems to dislike their own parents. But they still love their twin.

The twins grow up as complete opposites. Different social circles, hobbies, interests, clothes, attitudes. They’re incredibly close, but twin 2 will (and has) gotten violent on twin 1’s behalf because their parents are raising them to be “well behaved”.

By teen years, twin 2 is being sent to the countryside most summers to be handled by the grandparents. (Jokes on them, farmlife is nice and the grandparents aren’t exactly strict - mostly because twin 2 actually likes them and doesn’t see much need to rebel).

Meanwhile twin 1 is doing summer programs and learning arts, developing this intense aversion to conflict and has trouble standing up for themself. Especially without twin 2 there to lean on.

Come university, their parents insist on twin 1 staying close by for uni, essentially make the choice for them. Twin 2 decides to ship out of the country and plans on breaking off all contact. (Maybe due to some sort of unforgivable drama at the grandparents’ funeral?)

Before leaving, twin 2 gives twin 1 a burner phone with one number programmed in. Promises that if twin 1 ever needs to disappear, to be free of it all, they can call and twin 2 will be there in a heartbeat with bolt cutters for those chains. And then they just sort of… disappear.

Twin 1 doesn’t see them for *years*. Never uses that phone but keeps it.

So twin 1 lives their quaint pre-determined life with their acceptable job and it’s all mostly okay. Not bad at all. Quiet, if lackluster.

And then Simon comes along. Simon, who takes one look at this little angel and decides they have to be his. Theyre too good, too soft, unable to take care of themselves properly in this big scary world. And after all he’s suffered, doesn’t he deserve something sweet to protect? And hell, Johnny could use a kind touch every now and then too.

So he “seduces” twin 1 (aka, the dark!Simon move of just deciding someone is his and acting like it whether they like it or not). Manipulates them into stepping right into their own collar and leash, with him at the other end.

It’s too late by the time Twin 1 realizes what they’ve become - this man’s pretty pet. An agreeable little doll for him and his teammate to play house with. It’s not always bad, but it’s suffocating and scary. They feel trapped; they are.

It takes months until they get enough privacy to dig the old phone out of the place they nearly forgot about it.

Twin 2 picks up on the third ring.

In the intervening years, twin 2 has gotten into all sorts of trouble and mayhem. Become the demon their parents always accused them of being. Has, somehow along the way, joined up with KorTac and gotten all their files scrubbed. “Twin 2” no longer exists to the world at large. Nothing that anyone, even Kate Laswell, could dig up.

They get the call from their twin and break their contract on the spot. Get on a flight within hours. Sneak their twin out of the homey prison they’ve been locked up in.

Take twin 1 to a sunny, public cafe and get the story through their sibling’s nervous stuttering. Gets angrier and angrier with the more they hear, eyes fixated on the thin leather collar around their twin’s throat.

“Please just… I know it’s selfish and I’m sorry, but-”

Twin 2 already has a plan. They have a quiet, cozy cabin with comfortable funds in a rural part of Canada. Twin 1 will go there, rest and recover and be free. Twin 2 will take their place with Simon and Johnny to throw off suspicion and searches.

The scars from living the life they have? No worries. twin 2 will stage a car accident, reopen some of them to make it seem legit. Lie about head trauma to account for any lapses in their twin 1 act.

It’s decided within three hours. Twin 2 sends their sibling off to the airport and sets everything into motion. They’ve been dying to do something like this for years, after all the times their sibling stuck by their side and tried to stick up to them, to no avail.

Twin 2 instantly hates that fucking collar. Lets Simon put it on but not without the most dark look at the wall, thinking of all the ways to break his hands. Fingers twitching by their side.

The boys sit them down to watch scary movies because they always think it’s fun to spook twin 1 and fuck them while they’re all tense and shivery and but twin 2 is just watching, almost bored. Makes a few attempts to fake jump but keeps forgetting because all their focus is on not slamming a hand into someone’s dick for grinding on them.

Pretends to be asleep in the big bed they’ve been herded into when they kick Johnny or Simon off in the middle of the night. Purposefully aims for soft spots and bruises.

They try to act like twin 1 for a bit but the persona is so difficult to keep up when every little condescending comment from Simon or Johnny makes them want to start stabbing. The inside of their mouth is all torn up from biting onto their cheek and running their tongue over their teeth to resists snarling and snapping.

One day they’re going to snap… and it’s going to be so good to see these bastards bleed.

[kvetchlandia]

Burt Glinn Customer Lost in Thought, the Gaslight Cafe, Greenwich Village, New York City 1959