#i got bored plz ask ;-;

[honeyuuyuu]

** The brackets are optional for the artist to answer themselves.

Weird questions to ask your local Tumblr artist (now made legal):

1. What canon character(s) do you love to draw the most? (And why?)

2. What do you think makes your art iconic?

3. What technique(s) is/are you using that you feel is wrong, but you have no idea how to go about it?

4. What type of colors do you like using in your art? (And why?)

5. What type of canon character and/or OC do you think has good design? (And why?)

6.  What type of brushes do you usually use?

7. Any funky lil art tips?

8. Are there artists that inspire you (and maybe shaped the way you draw your art)?

9. How many drafts you have right now, be honest-

10. Do you have other social media platforms to find you?

11. What do you like in your OC *can insert a specific OC of artist*?

12. Which OC do you love to draw the most? (And why?)

13. What do you wish you could add in your art but can’t because you either forget to or you developed the habit of drawing this way too hard that you just can’t add this detail in? **definitely not blogger’s personal experience**

14. Funniest thing that happened to you during the drawing process?

15. Most frustrating thing that happened to you during the drawing process?

[mikomikumi]

Guys I was on the plane and got bored. I wrote y’all some milkman smut~

Plz enjoy

Francis mosses x reader SMUT

Warnings; Penetration (PinV), orgasm denial, dom! Francis. sub! Reader. afab! Reader.

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This day couldn’t be any more boring than it already is. The Doorman is slumped in their seat, bored out of their mind.

They heard footsteps coming up to the window. It appears to be Francis Mosses. “Mmm, hello”. The usual greeting. Nothing seems off. “ID and Entry card please?”, asks the Doorman. Francis slips the paper under.

Appearance? Normal

Description? On point.

ID? One number is off.

“Hmm, your ID doesn’t fully match the correct one we have here.” The doppelgänger that stood in front of him started to panic. “I-I think you just need to re-read it. That’s m-my ID.” Unusual, he never speaks this much. “I saw your roommate Y/N come home earlier. Let me just give your room a call”. The doorman grabs the rotary phone and rings up Francis’s room, in hopes either you or the real Francis would answer.

The day was about to get just a little less boring.

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“Ngh~ fuck, so tight~” Francis moaned. The second you had come home from the bakery, Francis snuck up behind you and tried to strip you. He had been so horny all day. His one day off and you had to go to work. The milkman needed to give someone his milk~

“Take it, Y/N. Please~ Let me fill you with my milk~ Francis moaned and begged. He pounded your pussy like it was his last day on earth. He had filled you with cream about 3 times already. Yet his cock stayed hard, throbbing for more. He gripped your plush thigh, with the other hand on your chin. Francis's tongue fucked your mouth with passion. “Mmh~ good girl”.

Your tight little cunt didn’t mind. Your legs stayed open and welcome for each thrust of his hips, for each slap of his balls against your ass. You loved him. The way he fucked you gave you life. “Francis~”, you moaned his name for the hundredth time that day. You rubbed your clit as you were on the edge of another climax. It drove his cock wild. It throbbed as he was about to cum again-

“Ring ring!” The rotary phone on the bedside locker buzzed. You reached your hand over to it when all of a sudden it was pinned to the bed. “Don’t, we’re busy”. Francis demanded, getting ready to thrust inside you again. “Francis, if they let a doppelgänger in, the building is dead!” You argued. This annoyed the milkman. He let go of your wrist. “Mmm…Fine, but make it quick. I still have more cum to pump you full with”.

Your body turns away from the milkman. His cock leaves your hole as you pick up the phone. Francis, despite the orgasm denial, had an idea. He wasn’t a huge fan of that doorman, always looking at his Y/N. Maybe he could put him in their place.

“Hello? Ah hi there Mx. Doorma-ah!”. The milkman cheekily slapped your thigh, and your body shivered. “S-sorry. Yes I’m in my apartment. My roomma-”. Francis was sick of you calling him his ‘roommate’ instead of boyfriend. The only reason you did was that it was muscle memory. Francis grabbed the phone from your hand. He used his other hand to pin you down and he started thrusting himself back into you. You let out a scream, which you quickly muffled with your hand along with the other moans.

“Mmm…yes. I’m in my apartment with Y/N”. The clapping of skin could be heard in the background. “Is that all?” The milkman asked. He pounded into you faster, as payback for not letting him finish earlier. “…yes…”. The doorman eventually answered. Francis almost threw the phone back down into its place before gripping both your thighs tight. “Now, you owe me”. He shows no mercy, holds your thighs up and full-on pounds your pussy in.

“You’re…you’re gonna take my cum inside again?…right Y/N?…you’re gonna be a good girl and cum on this cock…?”. You know it’s not a question. It’s a demand.

“Yes Francis….fuuuck~”. Your eyes roll to the back of your head while you release yourself for the 4th time today. Your body sinks into the cum-soaked sheets as you let your boyfriend take over.

“Cumming…fucking…take it” he lets out a massive groan, this cock throbs and twitches as white ropes spew into your cunt. “Yeah…good girl”. Francis slowly continued to thrust, helping ride out his and your orgasm. He almost collapses on top of you when he finishes. He lies on your chest, his cock still buried deep in your womb as he snuggles.

“Always a cuddle bug after sex” You stroked his head and placed a kiss on his forehead. Francis is now completely drained. His baggy eyes stare into yours. “So…tired…”…the milkman mumbles, drifting into a deep slumber. You decide to join him, closing your eyes. You couldn’t ask for a better way to sleep other than having your boyfriend in your arms.

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The Doorman stares at the phone in mortified awe after the real Francis hangs up. They turn to look at the doppelgänger, who is now sweating profusely. “Sorry buddy, you ain’t coming in”. The doorman lifts the clear cover of the red button and pushes it.

[nightly-ruse]

I’m bored and woke up way to early so send me requests. The only on I have I’m almost finished with and I want more! Send mutiple idc just give me some kitty cats

[antisocialbunnysims]

i got a youtube comment on my cat cafe speedbuild asking if I could upload my cat cafe recolor of storefront1 from this conversion set by beautifulnerdkitty.

typical me this was a big project from forever ago that I got bored of, abandoned and forgot about entirely 😭. I threw together in this folder all of the storefront recolors I had made. Some are cuter than others but hopefully someone can enjoy them! Plz note the bottom two have little specks of color on the right side corner (left side in the photo, you can see if u zoom in) b/c at the time I didn't know how to look at mapping in photoshop and the mapping of it was tricky for me. I used cluedo wood textures, images from freepic, simlish fonts by Franzilla at MTS and my own drawings.

DOWNLOAD SFS - mesh included, 1024 textures (sized down from og texture which is 2048), compressorized.

Please note if you want to use a double door with these storefronts, put the storefront on a walk through block or sims won't be able to get through. single door on the left side works fine w/o a walkthrough block.

[torutorubozu]

ohmygod sub kashimo truther..

i know damn well that man is the BIGGEST brat. he would swear at you and ask for more with a bored look.

well thats until you fuck his brains out until hes nothing but a babbling crying mess <3 i bet hed like it when you pull his hair as well..

[alsoalso! may i be 🦷 anon ?]

OHMYGOF MY FIRST FUCKING THIRST IS A KASHIMO ONE..??? YES PLZ. aaand yes u may be 🦷 nonnie :3

𝟐𝟓.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟑 — 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

cw/tw :: mean reader, heavy (?) degradation, reader calls kashimo a slut a lot, hair pulling

“c’mon, you can do better than that.” he groaned, looking up at you with a bored look. “don’t have to be so gentle with me all the fuckin’ time.”

you’ve been fucking him in a slow pace for a good while—and he’s been awfully bored. you grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking it so he faced you, “you want more, hm?” he looked at you back, “yeah—” he huffed, “—give me more, i’m getting bored here.”

you didn’t hesitate at all, gripping kashimo by the waist and slamming into him. his back arched, head thrown back and letting go of the white sheets he was holding onto. it was sudden—maybe too sudden. did you care, though? no. not at all. he wanted this, didn’t he?

you kept going, still in that fast pace. it didn’t take that long for him to be a blabbering mess under you. “ngh—nnh.. slo-slow down…” he managed to mutter between his moans. you yanked him by the hair once more, “aww… didn’t you ask me to fuck you harder just now? you’re already telling me to stop?”

he whimpered, unable to say anything. all he was able to do was moan like a slut under you. “you look fucking pathetic right now, you know that right?” you mocked, grabbing him by the face, just to really see how fucked out he looked—teary eyes with his mouth hanging, god he looked so, so cute. “what a slut you are, kashimo.”

he sobbed, “no-nh… m’not a slut… i’m n—” he got cut off by a sudden thrust, hitting his prostate and making him let out a loud, high pitched moan. “you’re not a slut? really? then why’s your body reacting like this, huh?”

you were right, the way he moaned, the way his back arched, the way he threw his head back with his tongue lolled out—everything. it made him look like a common slut.

you continued on and on with that fast, animalistic pace of yours, hitting his prostate with each thrust. still slamming into him as he moaned until his throat went dry.

“i’m gonna—” he wasn’t even able to finish his sentence, he just threw his head back as he orgasmed. he came all over his stomach, making a complete mess. but he was way too fucked out to even comprehend what was even happening.

his messy cyan hair was all over his face, he couldn’t even think anymore. all he could do was moan out your name as you slammed into him over and over and over again.

you slowed down your pace, wiping his tears away, “such a pretty slut you are, kashimo. look at you.” he just nodded without a word, still letting out soft moans.

[wanderingxiao]

Thirst post~ Being married to Scaramouche and becoming super needy while he's at work. Will he come home or nah?

Suggestive Themes, 18+ only plz~ 💜

✨Scaramouche’s Sexting Experience✨

“Sir? Are you okay?” The senior manager of the Fatui computer company was staring intently at his personal phone, his gaze fixated and intense in its contents. His mind was elsewhere, not hearing one of his employees asking him a question. The dark lavender eyes of senior manager Scaramouche were glazed over and immensely intense. His pupils blew out in lust seeing the suggestive string of texts he had gotten from his sexy wife, you. 

Wife💀: Scara baby! I miss you <3 I missed you in bed this morning. I was looking forward to tell you aaaalllllll about my wet dream about you ;)

He texted back anxiously, his thumbs flicking across his screen as he typed out his calculated reply to your lewd words. He could already feel a certain tightness growing in his neatly pressed slacks. A noticeable clench came to his jaw, making the employee think that his manager was enraged at whatever he was looking at on his phone. In truth, he was trying to hold back a low groan of anticipation. 

ScaraBae💜: You know I have to work, dumbass. Why don’t you give me a show and I might come home early to reenact your dream yeah? 

Wife💀: Mmm, I think I can do that 💜

“Sir-“ 

“What.” He snapped aggressively, reluctantly pulling his dark lavender eyes off of the screen in front of him. “T-The e-expense reports.” The employee sticks a shaky hand out to him with papers in his hand. A rumble came from his phone, and he quickly looked back, eyes fixating on the notification that you had sent him an image. “Yeah, yeah, give them to Childe, I’m busy.” With that, the senior manager walks away to his office quickly, leaving the poor nervous employee standing there with the expense reports. Once he arrived, he sat at his desk and started to fiddle with his belt buckle with one hand while the other typed in his passcode, which so happened to be the date you both got married. His dark lavender eyes narrowed in hunger seeing you sprawled back on your shared bed, your thin shirt showing your erect nipples. 

Wife💀: Is this good enough for you baby? Or do you want more? ;) 💜

A low growl left his throat at your snarky reply, his thumb sliding quickly across his screen in quick precise motions to reply while his other hand finally got the buckle of his belt undone. Your teasing was going to be the death of him. 

ScaraBae💜: I’m getting a bit bored with this image. Show me something more. 

His breathing had increased slightly, his teeth catching his bottom lip to chew on it in anticipation waiting for another image. Once you sent it to him, a low and deep groan rumbled from his chest. You had sent a picture of your shirt raised up to your neck, lovely teeth holding the fabric up while your breasts lay on full display for him. One of your hands was up against one of your boobs, pinching the hardened bud between your nimble fingers. His eyes caught sight of your wedding ring snuggly around your ring finger, and he couldn’t help but get harder at the simple knowledge that you were his, permanently. 

Wife💀: Is this more acceptable for you, Master? 

God he could just hear you calling him that as he fucked your sensitive cunt into the mattress of your bed, never relenting until he had you creaming on his cock over and over again. 

ScaraBae💜: Hmm. Better. What else you got? Slut. 

His fingers gripped the zipper of his pants, pulling slowly while the sound echoed in his ears. The palm of his slender yet rough hand slid over his painfully hard erection, putting pressure against the shaft before releasing a frustrated sigh. He wanted to see you now. He needed you, now. Your next reply was a video. His eyes widened in surprise before they became heavily lidded by his overwhelming desire. His thumb pressed the little play button and the first thing he heard was a call of his name, his real name. 

“Kunikuzushi… please come home.” Your breath was raspy and laced with ecstasy. The phone was positioned to see your desperate expression. A small saliva stain blemished your thin shirt, drool escaping the side of your lips. Your fingers were playing with your nipples, rolling and pinching the buds between your fingers before your hand slid lower. “Please come home, baby…” He watched with sharp eyes as your hand entered your silky panties, knuckles announcing the position of your fingers. A grotesquely lewd squelch came from his phone, following closely by a hushed moan as your eyes scrunched in pleasure. “Kunikuzushi…” 

ScaraBae💜: Take it all off. 

He set his phone down for a moment, his eyes never leaving the screen as he impatiently waited for your next sultry video. Both his hands were fumbling with pushing his pants down and slipping his hardened length out of the confines of his boxers. A slow yet loose languid stroke of his cock sent shivers down his spine. He picked up his phone and watched with baited breath as your next video came through, the image before he pressed play already making his grip tighten, his hand moving up and down at a slow pace as he clicked play with his free hand. 

“Hmm, Kuni! P-Please… look at me. Look h-how needy, hah, I am for you.” God how he loved the way your lewd eyes stared directly into the camera the entire time you spoke to him. Your fingers were moving steadily inside your core, sinfully wet noises coming from the speakers of Scaramouche’s phone. “Kuni, I want y-you inside me, hah… I want your d-dick inside me… s-stretching me- Hmm! -out so d-deep! Please, Kuni…” Oh how you wish you could see the darkness in his eyes as you call his name like that. His hand gripped at the base of his cock, sliding it up to squeeze against the tip, pre-cum leaking from the raging redness of the head of his length. The video unfortunately ended, much to his dismay. Instead of asking for another… 

He video called you. 

He relished in the way you answered the call, out of breath with a lewd expression on your face. You couldn't even call his name out properly before he aggressively asserted his dominance over you with a cold and domineering tone. "Shut that whore mouth up, I didn't give you permission to speak so freely to me. All I wanna hear are your moans for more." His forehead began to glisten with sweat, his indigo eyes tracing the voluptuous curves of your body sprawled out and succumbed to pleasure with only the thought of him in your mind. "Show me. Show me that pretty pussy."

"Hmm, Kuni-!" Your hands were shaky, the images on Scaramouche's screen blurred as you struggled to keep your hands steady. As the phone lowered between your legs, Scaramouche couldn't help but lick his lips, his mouth salivating at the sight of your glistening folds covered in your arousal, fingers knuckle deep as you imagined him touching you. "Spread those pretty lips and let me see your slutty hole." He demanded next, his hand moving more furiously against his cock, squeezing against his tip making his hands slippery with his pre-cum. "Beg me. Beg me to come home and fuck you."

"Kuni please-! I-Im so desperate for you it hurts!" Your pretty fingers parted your lower lips, gorgeous pink filling Scaramouche's vision as he groaned in bliss seeing your hole clenching around nothing, practically calling him to come fill you full until your conformed to his shape alone. "I want you inside me, filling me up, making me yours over and over again. I want be your good girl, please you so good." He chuckled darkly, sneering at your cute whines and whimpers for his thick cock. "Yeah? Then fuck yourself on your fingers, and don't you dare cum."

He angled his phone down to his hand jerking at his cock. His wedding band gleamed against his finger, speaking in the dim light breaking through the shades. Scaramouche leaned over, his face near his phone while heated pants left his mouth, a dry laugh echoing on your end. "So pathetic. Needing me w-while I'm at work. Anyone could've f-fucking seen those pictures if I wasn't careful. You wanted to get found out d-didnt you? Hah, so I would come home and fuck you raw and dumb. Hngh, fuck!"

Your fingers had long been stuffed back inside your need hole, two fingers squelching in and out with slick arousal slowly beginning to drip onto your thighs and stain the bed sheets. Scaramouche was getting close, balls tight and heavy, his breathing becoming more erratic with low growls and grunts as he neared his release. Your lovely moans of bliss accompanied by your pleas of his name and your overwhelming desire made his head spin. Accented by the wet noises from your sexes he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

With a husky groan and a flurry of strained curses, his grabbed a napkin on his desk and covered his cock, cumming into the napkin with heavy pants, his hand loosely and slowly helping him ride out his high. His eyes flickered up to his screen once more, seeing the phone forgotten on the bed with your fingers desperately trying to reach your own release. A dry laugh resonated from his chest, his hands wackily fumbling to clean himself up and get the fuck outta there.

"Heh, can't even get yourself off without me there to stuff you full? Seems like you need some help darling. What kind of husband would I be if I don't fulfill my wife's needs? I promise ill make you cum until you fucking blackout when I get home. You can wait 10 minutes can't you?" With an out of breath affirmation from you, Scaramouche fixed his jeans and slicked his indigo bangs back that threatened to stick to his sweaty forehead and grabbed his keys. "Im on my way home. You better have those legs spread when I walk in, cause you're getting punished for being such a needy cock slut."

Thanks for reading 💙 Xiao fic is in the works. I love that cute lil' adeptus hehe 💙

-WX

[akazzzaa]

Hi! I love your writing! can you plz write head cannons of the upper moons love language? giving and reciving? thanks

Thank you for your ask!

UPPERMOONS + MUZAN LOVE LANUGAGE

Warnings: Some mature themes

Muzan

Gifts. Gifts. Gifts.

He has money so he will buy you something every day

He doesn’t really touch you, he doesn’t know how to show affection (genuine) any other way other than sex and money

But he likes it when you do acts of service and quality time. It shows him that you are loyal to him.

More like a sugar daddy than a partner.

Kokushibo

Quality time

You both don’t get to spend a lot of time together due to him being “business partners” with Muzan.

So Quality time is important

He likes to have you close to him

Some physical touch too. He's more reserved in that area though

Will let you play with his hair. And he’ll play with your hair too

He likes quality time and physical touch. It shows him that you feel the same way to him.

Receiving is the same as giving

Douma

Um I feel like he would work out what love language is yours and adapt to that.

But he can’t deny he loves to touch

Will almost always find a way to touch you

He like physical touch. Just loves how warm you are. The power imbalance make him excited and just you being so willingly close to him even though he can kill you makes him feel a little something.

He doesn't care what he receives. But it would be quality time. He'll 'feel' used if you are just touching each other all the time so try to spend quality time together, he wont get to bored then if you are interested in him and not using him for money, sex, status etc...

Akaza

Quality time, gifts and acts of service

This man (im sorry im biased but i love him you have no idea)

Will try to spend as much time as he can with you.

Steals for you. You don't know this though...

WIll do anything for you, chores, labor, murder etc...

His is Words of affirmation.

Muzan tortures him and tells him how useless he is

Its so nice to come home to you and you tell him how strong he is and how amazing he is.

Tell him you are proud of him after every mission because Muzan doesn't. Tell him he's strong. Hell fight back and tell you he's only upper moon three but reassure him anyway.

He doesn't really want you to do anything for him rather than being safe and healthy.

He's happy as long as you are

Hantengu

Gifts

Will sneak into your place with gifts he stole from someone's house.

Will try to run away if you see him cause you scared him

Words of affirmation.

He needs to know that you do love him and you want to be with him

Gyokko

He will gift you pots. All the time.

As well as spend quality time with you.

Will talk about his artwork and other artist around the world that he appreciates.

Likes words of affirmation.

Tell him how beautiful he is and complement his work

You'll be safe

*Thumbs up*

Gyutaro

Acts of service.

He kinda got this from his sister as she always expects him to do stuff for her. So this is kind of all he knows

Loves when you touch him and compliment him

He finds it hard to believe that you like him but because you actually touch him you obviously like him. Actions speak louder than words to him

He gets very flustered and he starts picking his skin cause he gets so overstimulated

Daki

Words of affirmation and quality time.

You don't get to spend much time in the night because she is s busy.

If she is not eating her stored up humans in the day she will come to spend time with you.

Her compliments to you are very back sided. Is she insulting or complimenting you? No clue

Words of affirmation. Acts of service. Gifts

Probably the only demon who actually want gifts.

She loves it when you worship her and will not have it any other way.

You are luck she's with you, you know?

Do as she says. She even expects you do things she saying in her mind but she keeps having to train you until you know your place.

Loves gifts, shows her how much you love her. Will not tolerate cheap gifts, even if it is the thought that counts. She's worth more.

[danikamariewrites]

Warm Me Up (SMUT)

Xaden x reader

A/n: still getting used to writing smut and trying so hard for it to not be awkward so plz bear with me. Feedback is always welcome

Warnings: cock warming

You were completely and utterly bored. Sitting on Xaden’s bed you played around with one of his daggers while he sat at his desk doing Leadership paper work. He told you it was only going to take an hour and then he’d give you all his attention.

That was three hours ago and you were getting impatient. You had been unbelievably horny for him all day and you didn’t even bother to hide it from him.

You had been giving him sultry looks all day, light touches, and during training, you kept rubbing your ass against him. The last time you had done that he grabbed your hips and whispered, “You do that one more time and you'll be begging me to let you cum for days.”

After that, you behaved for the rest of the night. But you were running out of patience. Putting the dagger back in its place with the rest of his weapons, you sauntered over to Xaden.

Coming up to his side you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on his shoulder. Xaden continues his scribbling as you let out a dramatic sigh. “Baby, are you almost done?” you ask with a pout.

Xaden sighs, “Almost sweetheart, almost.” “But you said that almost two hours ago.” Xaden rubbed at his face. He removed your arms from around him and held your hands looking up at you. “Y/n I promise I'll be done soon.”

You didn't back down at that. You needed him now. You pressed your forehead against him, snaking your arms back around him playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I need you, Xaden.” Your plea came out breathy.

Nipping at his lips a growl escaped his throat. Pushing out his chair, Xaden pulled you down to straddle him. He pulled you into a rough, messy kiss that pushed your head backward, causing your back to arch.

He moved down to your neck, kissing and biting your soft skin. Your breath caught in your throat as you started grinding down on him. You can feel how hard he is through his pants. Bringing you flush to his chest your movements stop. You let out a soft whine and he shushes you.

“You’re just needy for my cock huh sweetheart?” You nod, pouting and replying with a soft mmhhm. You try to move your hips in his tight grip, desperate for friction against your soaked cunt.

Xaden loosens his grip slightly. “Tell you what.” He pushes your silky nightgown up, grasping your panties and ripping them from your body. “If you can sit still on my cock while I finish my work you can have me any way you want tonight. That sound fair?”

“Yes.” He grabs your hair forcing you to look at him. “Yes, what?” Xaden taunts. “Fuck - yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

Undoing the ties of his pants, he pulls his length free, stroking himself a few times before positioning you over him. You sink down on him, letting out a small cry. Gods, he felt amazing.

You adjusted yourself on him, his large cock, brushing up against your cervix. “Xaden, fuck,” you lean your head against his chest, trying to calm yourself. Xaden pulls you into him, laying you in the crook of his neck. He lets out a hiss as your hips move.

“Relax baby. I got you.” He rubs calming circles on your back. “I’m going to finish this ok.” You nod, leaving a few kisses on his neck as you try to relax into him. It was going to be a long night.

tags: @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[bandgie]

Pretty Boy

idol!BangChan x sexworker!reader

a/n: I have another fic in the works, but enjoy this one plz

synopsis: Christopher is a stressed guy. It doesn't matter what he tries to do to relax, he always finds himself planning and nonstop thinking. In an act of desperation, he finds himself in a sex club, wishing for someone to help him turn off his brain. You're more than happy to oblige...for the right price.

cw: NO MINORS 18+ ONLY, PIV, unprotected (no!), sub!chan, light degrading and praising, oral (m!receiveing and mentions of f!receiving), handjob, pullout method (no!), sex club.sex worker (obvi), mentions of alcohol, not proof read lmao, Chris's face is hidden, playful teasing, overstimulation (m!receiving), slight cum eating

4.7k words oops

No one will find out, no one will see you. It's a mantra Chris finds himself repeating as he makes his way towards the low lit building deep into the night. He wears all black, a beanie and mask covering his face hoping that it'll disguise him. His hands are shaking as he open the doors, immediately hit with the smell of booze and smoke.

He should leave. Coming here was a bad idea to begin with, but the thoughts in his head were too loud, too persistent, he had to do something about it. There's no way he could keep staying cooped up in the studio, his room, that godforsaken building. It was his heaven, but his hell all at the same time.

The place Chris found himself at was a normal club, people sweaty and rubbing up on each other. He didn't come here to dance though, he came here to forget, to make bad decisions. Chris didn't know this place directly, but he's heard about it from Lee Know who tended to frequent here when he got stressed. If he went to the bartender, asking for a certain someone and pulled a good amount of cash out, they would let him though the secret doors. To the place where real deprived people went.

People like Chris.

So he walked through the bodies of people, ignoring how some touched and groped him. The decision he was about to make further solidified when he stood in front of the bar, watching the three bartenders who were busy mixing drinks. Make sure to ask for the bartender with black hair, Lee Know had instructed. The other ones don't know about the hidden rooms, I had to learn that the hard way.

Then he stopped the bartender with pitch black hair. They had no piercings, no tattoos unlike the their coworkers. They look unassuming, boring, the perfect disguise. The bartender noticed Chris's staring, their eyes snapping to his. They walked over to Chris, carefully setting down the served drinks to a nearby group.

"What can I get you?"

"Uhh..." Chris hesitated. This is his last and only chance to back out. Maybe it would be better to get a normal drink and get drunk with the sea of people around him. No, he came here for a reason. Chris didn't do all this mental preparing for nothing.

"I'm here to see Aphrodite," Chris managed to speak. He watched at the bartender's eyebrows went up, a lot of surprise on their face. "I think you have the wrong person," they replied, taking a few steps back to indicate that they were done with the conversation.

They'll probably ignore you at first, Lee Know predicted. Show them the money, and say Rino sent you. 'Rino?' Chris had laughed at the nickname. 'Yeah dude, can't use your real name at places like those.'

"No," Chris spoke firmly to the bartender, "I think I have the right person." With that, he discreetly pulled out his wad of cash. Korean wons bundled up nicely in his hands. The bartenders eyes went wide, practically turning into green upon the sight.

"Rino sends his regards."

That was enough for the dark haired bartender to tell their coworkers they were stepping out for a bit. They went around the counter far from Chris, beckoning their head in a come here motion. Chris shoved the cash in his pocket and followed the bartender to the back.

They walked until they were at the employee only bathroom, which was surprisingly empty. They both entered the restroom which looked normal at first, save for the weird paintings on the wall. Before Chris had the opportunity to question the bartender, they held out their hand expectantly. The money.

Chris shoved his hand in his pocket and put the money in the hands of the bartender who looked overly pleased.

"The sunflower painting is the door. When the person asks for the code tell them 'in the east.' You're good to go." The bartender didn't spare Chris another glance, instead counting the money they had. Chris took a deep breath, shaky fingers prying the sunflower painting back which revealed a small hallway.

He followed it, shutting the door behind him as he continued on. He was soon enough met another door, knocking on it loudly. The door slightly opened, showing a large man who seemed rather displeased on seeing him. "Where does it look?" The guards voice was gruff, annoyed.

"In the east."

The guard stepped aside, allowing Chris the entry he so desperately waited for. Chris debated on saying thank you, but he was too shocked by the secret room that he didn't have the chance to contemplate. The actual club was dirty, smelly, hot. This room was almost sophisticated, even in how the people dressed.

Women and men were dressed in fine clothing, Chris felt underdressed. Worse than that though, he stuck out like a sore thumb, something he was trying to avoid. The people nearby on sofas looked at him with disgust, it made his skin crawl. On instinct, Chris looked upwards to the ceiling to avoid their judging gaze, and that's when he finally noticed the women in the skies.

The were in large bird-like cages, performing in their exotic outfits. Some cages were lower than others, allowing the men and women below to throw cash at them. When Chris walked even deeper into this room, the women in cages were nude. He was thankful for his mask that hid his blush.

Chris was overwhelmed, his heart was nearly in his chest. He was thankful when he saw a nearby bar, this one much less populated from the previous one. He made his way towards it and took a seat at the booth, asking for a vodka on the rocks.

"First time I take it?" The bartender asked. He served Chris in a smaller sized cup, eyes attentively on his. "Is it that obvious?" Chris asked before taking a sip at the drink. The bartender chuckled, "Very obvious. What are you here for? Gambling? The shows? The drinks? The sex?"

Chris almost choked at his beverage, wiping his mouth as the bartender smiled. "Ah, so it is the sex then," he laughed. "No worries friend, no judgement here. A private room will cost you a lot, but if you ask for a low-grade woman I think they do it cheaper." The bartender then handed him a sheet of laminated paper. On it were names, and prices with so many zeros it made Chris's head spin.

"The backside has the women more in your price range I assume," the server guessed. "A lot of men come here asking for the main girl, but they waste their money too fast. Can't have your cake and eat it too ya know?" Chris nodded at the man's words, thankful for his insight.

Chris scanned the names, guilt eating at him for ordering women like food. The names were all from Greek mythology which a description of how they were like when it came to their service. It made his excited and nervous all at the same time.

It took a few minutes before Chris decided on a woman named Nyx. He didn't know much about the goddess, but he liked the description he read;

Nyx, the goddess of night, who prefers to be in charge. Don't let her sweet face trick you, she's all for the darkest dreams you have. A night with her will make you fly high.

Chris handed the 'menu' back to the bartender, tapping on the name. "Is uh...that a good option?" Chris anxiously waited as the bartender pursed his lips, thinking. "Nyx is not an easy woman to tame," he advised. "Most men like to take the lead, Nyx won't let that happen." Chris sighed in relief, "That's perfect."

It didn't take long for the arrangements to be made, for you to be alerted of your new customer. Your boss told you he was waiting in the room nearby, and to hurry up on getting ready. You ignored your boss, used to his annoying antics.

You applied your lipstick, ignoring the excitement in your belly. It's been a while since someone has requested you, since you've seen a new face. Most of the men that see you are older, too old to actually do anything than lay there. You needed something new, something that wasn't a fossil.

So when you heard that the man who requested you was in his mid 20's, you beamed with glee. A small part of you, though, was nervous. You have encountered men that came with the intention of making you submit, liking the challenged you proved to be. You would never though, unless they paid extra.

Still, you were hopeful that he wouldn't be like that. That this man, whose name is supposedly 'Koala', would let you do your job properly. It's why you dressed up extra nice, spraying your expensive perfume, and wearing your favorite heels.

You looked at yourself in your vanity mirror, satisfied. You left your room with the sound of your heels clicking, making your way to the room with the man you were going to have sex with. Once you approached the door, you gently knocked, waiting for the nervous come in that soon followed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands on his black jeans. He straightened up upon seeing you, his eyes scanning your body. You closed the door and smiled sweetly at him, "Hey there 'Koala', how's it going?"

You walked towards him, sitting on the bed. Oliver, the bartender that told you about you client, informed you that it was 'Koalas' first time. Basically saying to take it slow, to not scare him away. Even without Oliver telling you, you could tell it was his first time. He wore dark clothes, kept his face completely hidden save for his brown eyes that peeked through.

"Uh, ya know, it's going," he laughs dryly. You hum, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under you, not daring to look your way. "I get it, you're stressed," you purr. "How about a massage? Do you wanna start there?" It took a moment for him to nod, pulling of his shirt and leaving it on the floor.

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor seeing his physique had it not been for your Nyx persona. He was well-built, strong. He had lean muscles that trailed over his body. It took a second for you to take your place behind him, carefully kneading his shoulders. Still, he had his mask on.

"Are you gonna keep that on the whole time?" You asked. You moved your hands lower down his back, pressing your thumb into the parts that seemed tense. God, his skin is so smooth. He nodded, "Yeah, if that's okay." It was a dead giveaway that he was someone popular, someone with a big name. A lot of the people that came here were famous, but took off their mask once alone in the room.

"Of course that's okay," you soothe. "It does make me wonder why though. Do you think you're unattractive?" You leaned down to kiss his back, letting your lips linger on his skin. He sucked in a breath, "I don't think I'm...pretty." You kept giving him kisses, noticing that he shivered when you were on his neck.

"Do you normally care what people think about you that much?" You pressed. Your hands were exploring his backside, his arms. "Yeah, I do," he confessed. You were surprised to hear him admit that, but you took it as a sign that he's getting more comfortable with you.

You nodded, applying some pressure on his shoulders to lay him down on his back. The man let you maneuver him, his hands placed by his sides. "What a stressful way to live," you fake sympathy. You're positioned yourself over him torso, pressing kisses to his abdomen. "Is that why you called for me? Wanted someone else to take control of your life for a night?" You didn't see him nod his head, too busy with tasting his skin.

'Koala' had gotten less tense, even sighing contently you met the waistband of his pants. You unbuttoned the top his pants and he lifted up his hips to make it easier. You pulled them down to see his boxers, slightly tented up. You smiled, moving downwards to be face to face with his half hard on.

With gentleness you touched him through his boxers. He was warm even through his clothing, and happily rubbed him in appreciation. He groaned, thrusting his hips up to get more friction. You bit back your laughter, pleased with his desperation. It makes it all easier on you to take control. Not that you needed to try hard anyway, he was more than willing to let you take the reins.

"Do you want me to take these off baby?" Your voice was slurty. With a breath caught in his throat, he nodded. "Nuh-uh," you tsked. "I wanna hear you say it." 'Koala' lifted his head up his hooded eyes meeting yours. "Please take them off. Nyx, I need you to do whatever you want to me. If I don't like something I'll let you know, but you're doing amazing so far."

That's all the permission you needed to strip him nude. His words left you flushed, even speechless. It's been a while since someone complimented you in such a way, as if they depending on you. It was a weird power trip, but you indulged in it nonetheless. You placed yourself between his legs, grabbing his length in awe. His cock was a pretty color, slightly darker than his torso. His tip was flourished in pink, eager to be played with.

You weren't even touching him much, gentle hands squeezing and stroking. It must've been a very long time since he's been with someone because of how much he was moaning. A part of you felt pity for the man, it's obvious how lonely he's been. You start to wonder what type of job he must have, how isolating it must be.

Since when I start caring about their personal life, you snap out of your thoughts.

With his heavy cock in your hands, you angled it to your mouth. You let your hot breath waft over his dick, watching 'Koala' squirm from the sensation. A part of you wants to tease him, to ghost around him and drive him crazy. You know better than to of that though, he needs unbearable pleasure to forget his life, even if for an hour.

So you lick a stripe up his length, running your tongue over his sensitive head. He whimpered, a beautiful sound that encouraged you do to more. "I can't believe you don't think you're pretty. You should hear the sounds you make. So pretty," you praise him. The man responds well, smiling lazily.

You feel his hands shift onto your head, gently stroking your hair. Ah, he's the romantic type, you think. You place the head of his cock into your mouth to ket your mouth adjust to his shape. He tastes clean and you find loving his musk. You moan on his dick, pressing your head down a little further until you feel your throat tightening.

Chris keened at your lips as he pulled your hair back in a make shift pony tail. He watched as your head bobbed up and down in a fluid motion. He knew his cock was a little thicker than average, and to see you so desperately fit in all in your mouth was more than enough to make him want to finish then and there.

He can tell were trying not to gag around his cock, instead having your eyes water at the stretch. You called him pretty? You should see yourself. Lips red, swollen, glossy as you roll it over the head of his cock. How your waterline threatens to have tears spill every time you blink up at him. The way Chris can see the head of his cock poking out of your cheek. Yeah, you should be the one called pretty.

With his cock wet and hard, you've decided that it was enough to get to the main course. It took strength to pull away from him as your mouth begged to be full again. The man below you missed the touch too, he whined and thrusted his hips up to get you back on his dick. You giggled, using your dominant hand to give him a couple of good stroked before you sat up.

Your customer's eyes never left you, and despite being the only one who still wore clothes, you felt nude. He was looking at you, a person; not you, the object. It made you feel confident, nervous, shy, respected. Maybe it's the fact that because his eyes are all that you can see, it intensifies his gaze more. Still, it was a feeling you hadn't experienced since taking on this job.

"You having a good time baby?" You don't really need to ask. You can tell how eager he is when you straddled him, pinning his chest down with your hands. He reach up to kneed your ass, squishing the soft flesh. "Fuck, you have no idea," he moans. It was then that you notice a slight accent, information you'll tuck away for later.

"I think I do," you challenge. "Look at hard you are, you got my little pussy all wet just from sucking you off." To prove your point, you lifted the little flimsy skirt you had on to flash your cunt. You used one hand to separate your folds, showing your arousal to the man before you.

On instinct, he moved his hand from your ass to touch you. He literally moaned merely from touching you, playing with the wetness. "Shit," he swore. "Is that all for me?" A sudden rush of heat bubbled in your stomach and chest. He must've said it in the heat of the moment, but you couldn't stop the blush in your cheeks from forming.

You bit your lower lips and nodded. You pulled your hand away from your pussy and placed you fingers in your mouth. 'Koala' watched as you tasted yourself, his eyes desperate and wanting. "I would offer you a taste, but I don't think that can happen, can it?" You teased. A look of regret flashed in his eyes for a second. "Don't tempt me," he played right back.

You laughed softly with him, lifting your hips up to finally put his cock where it belonged tonight. You grabbed the base of his cock the angle is towards your entrance, rubbing it to mix your essence. You should wear a condom. You always wear a condom with customers, this man should be no exception. Still, you can't find it in yourself to stop just to grab a rubber. Next time, you promise yourself.

If there is a next time.

Chris clenched his teeth under the mask as you slowly sunk onto him. It was only his tip that was in and he could already feel how tight you were. His eyes were on you as you placed your hands on his torso, carefully relaxing onto him. He heard you loudly hum when you finally took him all in, cunt clenching sporadically around him. A blissful sound left Chris's lips. The feeling of being warm, hugged in all the lewdest way possibles was almost emotional.

Now that you were finally full of him, you rocked against him experimentally. He was girthy, much more than ones you were used to. 'Koala' let you adjust to him, keeping a firm hand on your sides as you grind on him. He really is letting you take fun control, your own personal, warm dildo. You could get used to that.

Your walls were finally accustomed to his cock. You could feel how your pussy molded with him inside pretty much perfectly. You started with gentle bounces, warming up your legs. It was already known that you client was pretty vocal, but you underestimated just how loud he could get. How much he could groan from mere seconds of your riding.

The man cursed, heavy breathing to a point where you thought the mask might be a hazard. "Fuck...shit! I'm s-sorry, it's just so- oh-" he cut himself off with a series of whines. Yeah, there's absolutely no doubt in your mind that he hasn't been getting any in probably years. Instead, you comfort him, something you wouldn't normally do for pathetic customers. "That's okay babe, just means I'm doing a good job huh?"

He nods frantically, half listening and half in a different headspace. It doesn't take you long to start riding in a rougher manner. You could hear how your ass slaps against his thighs. It does take a lot power to keep your composure. To not get lost in the pleasure this man is so willing to be for you. Even in this state, you need to keep it at least somewhat professional.

'Koala' just feels too good. With how his raw dick is sliding easily in and out of you, how he stretches you out in pleasurable angles, when his head hits the very deepest parts of you. Being cowgirl has usually given you the advantage in most cases. Like this, you're able to have your customer not fully settled in, just having a maximum of half their cock inside until they finish. With this guy, you just had to have all of him inside. It was a need.

Your knees were planted on the bed, your hands now placed to hold spill your boobs from the bralette you wore. You cupped your breasts, playing with your nipples as you rocked on him. The man below you groaned, using one hand to move up to also play with your chest. He gently squeezed you, feeling how you settled against his palm. When he decided he had a good feel, he moved his fingers to your nipples.

Not that you could see, but he was salivating. Mouth so desperate to taste at least some of you. He wanted to take your bud in his mouth and bite, lick, suck. You would sound so good, so pretty. You already did, truthfully. He could tell you were holding back though. You tended to barely keep your lips parted as you signed in pleasure. Your moans were soft, careful. He wanted more, he needed to hear how good you were feeling.

You weren't about to let him do that though, not when you bringing him so close to orgasm. His dick was turning an angry red with the blood flow and his hands had gotten more possessive. He helped you with your ride, bouncing you up and down on his cock even though you both knew he wasn't supposed to do that.

Still, you let him have an ounce of control. Plus it helped hit him deeper in your pussy.

"You feel it baby? Gonna come inside my pretty little pussy?" You were breathless as you spoke. You were sure he didn't even hear you with all the groaning he was doing, but he actually began to nod his head. "Fuck yeah....So deep," he whined. "Gonna give you all of it." With determination, he thrusted upwards. You squealed at the impact, biting your lower lip to suppress the moans you wanted to release.

His grip was strong on you, but you knew better than to actually let a man raw dog you and cum inside. You're not in love with him or anything.

So imagine the cry he let out when you grabbed his wrists to rip off your sides, lifting yourself completely off his wet cock. You feel empty without him, but it's a sacrifice you have to make. With your hand, you jerk him off. His dick is slippery and warm, like a trophy of the pussy you gave him.

Chris fisted the sheets, back practically arching off the bed as your soft hands stroked him. It hurt, he was overstimulated. So much pleasure that it was unbearable, especially on the head of his cock. You were merciless and you knew that you were giving him too much. Still, he couldn't stop the deep sob from his chest. The cum the shot through his cock onto his chest, your hands.

You purred at the sight, slowing your strokes at collect his orgasm. He was still crying under you, his pretty eyes glazed with tears. "Oh what a good boy," you praise. "All this for me?" You mocked his earlier words. He laughed, though it sounded more like a sigh.

"Maybe I could have a taste." With that, you leaned down to place you mouth on his semi hard dick. He hissed at the contact, showing how sensitive he was. That didn't matter, you still sucked a little harder than you should've. You could taste his cum in your mouth, surprised that it didn't taste bad. He's staying hydrated at least.

You let a few more licks take place before pulling away. The poor man looked like he was silently begging for you to stop and continue all at once. You wiped the cum off your hands on your skirt, and you felt somewhat guilty for wasting it. Your customer was still catching his breath when you hopped off the bed. You went to the bathroom, grabbing a rag and wetting it with warm water.

You didn't need to wipe yourself that much, it was really for your customer.

You made your way back to the room to see 'Koala' sitting up, seemly dazed. You knew that look, it was pretty common to see when you first started here. It was a look of disbelief. The 'I just really paid for sex with a slut' type of look. You sat besides him, rubbing the cloth in gentle motion on his tummy.

Snapping out of his daze, he looked at you. You glanced up at him, then back to your task. "You doing okay?" You asked. He leaned back so you could get a better view of his mess. "Yeah," he nods. "I was just thinking." You hum in understanding, "The post-nut clarity." His eyes go wide, as if feeling bad for making it so obvious.

You shake your head, "I get it, really. It's not a big deal. Just letting you know though, I'm not giving you back the money just cuz you regret it."

"No!" He almost shouts. "No I mean, I don't regret it. And I wouldn't make you give me back the money. It was good, you were great. It's just been a while for me."

You finish wiping, holding up the cum rag to show him. "Yeah, I can see that it's been a while." 'Koala' embarrassingly laughs, his hand reaching up to play with his ear. Suddenly, you grow curious about what he looks like. You can tell his hair is a dark color, but is it straight? Curly? Wavy? Not that it matters, he got his lay. He probably won't be back again.

"Well, we got about 15 minutes left pretty boy. Anything else you wanna do?" You question, flopping back down on the bed suggestively. He smiled under the mask, and you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle. "Actually yeah, I really wanted to eat you out." His answer leaves you a little shocked, but you recover quickly.

"Is that so? And how are you gonna do that with your mask on?" You playfully interrogate. His eyes blink a few times, then he comes to a resolution. "You have to promise not to look." He pauses. "You just can't look."

Damn, he must really be well known. "Fine," you give in. You grab a nearby pillow and hold it to your chest. You law down on the bed and open you legs. You can hear 'Koala' practically fall to his knees on the ground, his hands encasing your waist. It sucks that you have to have the pillow blocking his face. He would look so pretty with your pussy in his face.

"Let's see what you can do in 15 minutes."

a/n: hheeyy so this my first kpop fic lmao. took a while to write, I really wanted to make it realistic as possible, but that's hard. anywho, sorry about my updates being slow. I got strep throat lets gooooo. feedback is appreciated!

update: second post to this story here! update 2!: third part here

taglist: @whatamidoing89, @panda-wolf, @fatgumsbby, @nekohollowsychogoth

[ashrodisiac]

"How many likes do you think this will get you?"

Scaramouche x Reader

 ♡ SMUT

 ♡ NOT PROOFREAD

ASHRODISIAC'S NOTE:

I have 3 quizzes tomorrow😭😭😭

But... theres always time for smut, right?

--

You post a photo of Scaramouche without a shirt and get the idea of slowly stripping him from a piece of his clothing each post, the amount of likes needed for the next tl be removed gradually increasing.

But... I guess he got a bit tired of it.

--

"A thousand likes?"

Scaramouche stared at your screen with a look of disgust, his brows furrowed as he watched comments burst in. "A thousand likes." You said, confirming what he was seeing, and continued: "On a photo of you without a shirt."

(anonymous): BARK BARK BARK

(cvm.slvt): PANTS NEXT 🙏

An idea bubbled up, and you turned with a devious but somehow innocent smile.

"Hey..." you said. He looked at you with a bored expression, seemingly unknowing to your plan. "What."

--

Scaramouche quickly put his clothes back on, all the while staring at the ground and muttering inconherent cuss words.

"Ten thousand likes, and his underwear's next... "

You wrote in your caption, below the photo you snapped... of Scaramouche.

Then, after thinking for a bit, you replaced the "ten thousand" with "twenty thousand", then changed it back. "How many likes do you think this is worth?" You asked. Scaramouche huffed, "don't know, don't give a shit. And I won't be doing this again, got it?"

You smirked, then replaced the "ten thousand" with "fifty thousand".

"Alright, then."

--

"Oh, shit..."

(hornyassshit): (reader's user) WHERE THE FUCK IS IT

You looked at the bustling amount of likes coming in every second, and how it was going well over what the desired amount was.

(Thelittlebitch): WE NEED MORE

"A hundred... fucking... thousand..."

(uwuuwuii): WHERE IS THE NEXT PART

"shit, shit, shit! What am I gonna do!?"

You muted the notifications, then sighed, clutching your phone. Then, switching your app to Discord, you rang a call to Scaramouche...

He answered the call before the ringing even started.

"The fuck you want now?" He was laying on his couch, his raven hair spread over his pillow.

"So... remember the last photo we took?"

He stared at the camera with irritation. "Don't tell me."

You smiled nervously, and was surprised by his sudden reply:

"Fine. Come over."

--

"How many likes do you think this will get you?

All you wanted was a photo from him, now you were in this position...

His palm against your spine, your back arching at an impossible angle, you barely heard what he had said at the absurd noise of skin slapping and your whines. "Looks like the viewers like it, and so do you, bitch." He chuckled, bringing the phone on the sheets closer to you, resting it on a pillow so you could see your own fucked out face in the camera. He had started streaming on your account.

"How many likes would it get you if I managed to get you pregnant?" He said in a mocking tone, his fingers trailing up your nape. You bit the fabric of his pillow, which smelled like his cologne, tears forming in your eyes. "Fucking slut for likers, are you?"

Notifications screamed from your phone, but the only thought settling in your empty mind was how good Scaramouche was fucking you, how good it felt...

"Cumming!" You yelped, the pillow you were burying your head in now soaked with tears and saliva.

"Fuck, so am I... Should I cum in or out?" Scaramouche asked, pressing his lips against your neck, panting slightly. Before you could answer, the comments did it for you...

(anonymous): IN

...fuck you, anonymous.

"In, it is, then."

Throwing your head back with a sob, your hips buckling, you felt him release. Your moans faltered as he pulled out, and you were left breathless. He kissed your sweaty forehead, and a notification rang on your phone.

(Thelittlebitch): round two plz

"oh, looks like your viewers really want a round two."

That user really was a little bitch, huh?

[mangowafflesss]

Plz don’t ask me what this is buttt it’s something I wrote while a spider crawled into my shoe and bit me 🙃

As you wash your hands before preparing your dinner for the night you take a glance out of the window at the house across the road. The ‘For Sale’ sign that had been hanging up for months has a now red ‘Sold’ sticker slapped over the top.

It was a rather large house made for a big family with its five bedrooms and three bathrooms. The old family that used to live there relocated to Australia since their children were young and it would be better to bring them up somewhere more exciting. You still lived in your childhood home after your parents moved to France, the house was paid off years ago so your parents let you keep it. They were very rich.

You don’t speak to your parents as much only if it’s a birthday or when you visit them at Christmas time but other than that you’re quite lonely here. You have some friends that you occasionally go out with but you just don’t feel as connected with them as you used to.

Pulling yourself away from the window you grab your ingredients to make dinner. As you’re cooking your mind wonders to who would move in, you haven’t seen anyone view the house in a while. Would it be a cute couple who the want to extend their family? An already big family? Someone who fosters children? Maybe it’ll be a care home for children? You decide to stop thinking and carry on with your dinner.

The next morning you wake up at 6am wanting to go for a morning jog. You haven’t had chance to do it in a while and you felt yourself slipping into the state where you can’t be bothered to do anything. You grab some leggings and a shirt with a jacket to throw on top, it was still early in the morning so it would be cold.

You grab a water bottle and open your front door, locking the door behind you. Finding the right playlist for your run you nod your head and begin to walk towards the woods near your house. It had a great trail and no one was going to be there at this time.

Your run lasted for 45 minutes as you got bored and was freezing your tits off, you tried to do some exercises to keep yourself warm but it wouldn’t work you were cold to the bone. On your walk back to your home you see two cars parked outside of the house over the road. There was a light on inside and you tried to subtly look inside without them seeing you but no one was inside of the room you were looking through.

You unlock your front door and walk inside throwing your water bottle onto the entrance table. You kick off your trainers and go upstairs to take a nice warm shower.

At 9am you clean your house and gather all your laundry that has been piled up for weeks. Also you needed to wash your work uniform before later. At 12pm you make some lunch and eat it while watching your favourite show. You fell asleep half way through and wake up at 2, you put your laundry away and start to get ready for work. Your uniform was just a plain black trousers with a black shirt with the restaurants name embroidered above your left breast.

After making sure everything was okay and not going to set on fire anytime soon you lock your door and get into your car. Arriving at the place you work you look at the time and see you’re 10 minutes late, cursing under your breath you speed walk through the staff door and quickly sign in.

As you round the corner to your locker you’re met with your manager. “You’re late!” Her angry expression makes you internally roll your eyes. “Yes and I’m very sorry, there was traffic…” she hums under her breath and her face breaks out into a big smile “Well if you’re really sorry… you’ll wait the tables today” you actually roll your eyes now as she walks away from you.

You grab your apron and wrap it around your waist making it look smaller than it is, you walk up to the bar and meet your favourite co worker. “Hey Dan” you mutter and he senses your sullen attitude “What’s up?” He asks while wiping down the bar “Mandy’s put me on tables, god I hate not being behind the bar” you rest your head on your hand as you lean on the bar. He gives you a sympathetic look and pats you on the back “Cheer up kid, just don’t be late again” you flip him off and begin to walk over to the new group of people walking through the door. You give them your fake customer service smile and greet them.

Your work hours dragged on and after your 30 minute break you saw a group of four men walk into the place. You’ll admit your cheeks were starting to hurt after all this fake smiling but you just know your manager will kill you if she sees you without a smile plastered on your face. “We have a reservation, should be under the name Price” you type away on the tablet for a reservation under that name and frown “I’m sorry there’s not anything for that name”

The man with the beanie looks at the other man with a Mohawk and gives him a stern look. The shorter man pulls out his phone and frantically types on his phone “Oh shit ca- John I booked it for the wrong day” the older looking man shakes his head and lets out a sigh. A taller man who is wearing a mask that covers the bottom half of his face pipes in “Way to go Johnny can’t give you a simple job without fucking it up” his voice was deep and commanding making a shiver go down your spine.

You look at the available tables and see a couple that aren’t filled due to it being a Wednesday and you’re not that busy. “If it’s just a table of four we have some that are free, if you want” you give them a smile and stand there awkwardly as they confer with one another. They all start to nod and the older man tells you to lead the way, grabbing some menus you begin to walk.

You look on the tablet and see either a table near the bar or in the corner of the room free that have four chairs around them. You take them towards the one in the corner and point towards it still giving them a friendly smile. “I hope this one is okay, I saw you booked a corner table on your reservation” they all speak their confirmations and sit down, you see the man with the mask looking around his surroundings and you walk over to the divider. You pull it out and seclude the table away from onlookers, you give the man a comforting smile and grab your notebook and pen.

“Can I get you any drinks?” They all give their requests to the older man which you find strange as if they couldn’t have just told you themselves but you shake it off anyway “We’ll all take whatever’s on tap love” you nod towards him and take off towards the bar ignoring how the way he called you love made you feel.

You go behind the bar and grab four pint glasses and filling them with whatever beer you had in the keg. “How’s your night princess” Dan hums from behind you making you step onto his toe “Great” your lips press into a firm line.

You carry the four beers over to the table and place them in front of everyone. “Are you guys ready to order? Or do you want me to give you a few more minutes?” You know exactly what the answer is, with men like these they don’t mess around they order what they want and that’s it no thinking required.

“Three steaks all medium rare and a cheeseburger, all with chips” the same man relays the order to you and you write it down on your notepad. You feel the masked man staring at you which makes you feel uneasy making you shift your weight from one foot to the other. “Anything else?” He looks around to the others and shakes his head no.

Walking into the back room to the kitchen you place their order and go back out to the front by the bar. “God my feet are killing me” you say leaning against the bars wooden top. “You complain too much” you give Dan a death glare and hear someone calling for you from one of the tables.

Walking over to the table you see an older couple looking at you with a stern look “Yes? Do you need anything?” The woman scoffs and pushes her plate towards you which then slides off the table. “My food is cold” you look down at the plate that is now smashed on the floor by your feet coating your shoes in a carbonara sauce. ‘Yeah well now it’s fucking ruined you stupid bitch’

“I’m so very sorry I’ll bring you another” you turn around and signal for Dan to go clean the floor while you speak to the cooks in the back, you complain to your favourite chef who gives you a sympathetic look and a nod towards you. You grab a cloth and clean off your shoes and go back out to the front.

You see Dan hasn’t done anything besides placing a wet floor sign down making you tense your jaw in anger. Grabbing a dustpan and brush you gather as much of the broken plate and food as you can and throw it in a bin. The woman is talking shit about you to her husband while you’re cleaning and all you can think about it slicing their ankles with the broken porcelain.

As you’re cleaning the floor you don’t see the woman tilting her glass of red wine over your head. A loud shriek falls from your lips as you feel the wine drip onto your head. Standing up you see the woman with a grin on her face as she sees the state that you’re in. “Get out” you say to the woman making her look at her husband in shock.

“Excuse you? I’m a regular here you can’t kick me out” she says completely gobsmacked at what you said, before you can speak a voice comes from behind you “You’ve just harassed one of my members of staff Mary. I think you should go” your manager Mandy lays a hand on your shoulder and tells you to go clean off in the toilets.

You walk past the multiple tables of people and go into the toilets. You grab a few paper towels and wet them before dragging them over your face getting all of the wine off. Your hair was sticky but at least it wasn’t much to make a difference, pulling your hair back you cover as much of the wine stain with your hair and tie it with a bobble. “What a fucking cunt” you say out-loud and exit the toilets.

Your manager is outside of the toilets and you let out a sigh “You can go home if you want” she says and you shake your head, you only have an hour left of your shift so you might as well continue. Your manager may be a bitch to you but if anyone ever hurt you she would intervene.

Grabbing the now ready orders you carry them to the table of four men. “Cheeseburger and three steaks” you say and hand them to the allocated people. You walk away and go greet some more customers by the door and seating them.

As you’re walking past you hear a polite excuse me and look over at the table of men, “Could I have some ketchup please?” His voice was soft and you swear you melted right on the spot. You go to get some from the closest station and return to the table.

“Here you go is there anything else?” You say handing him the packets of ketchup “No, thanks Y/n” you freeze on the spot and just stare at him “How do you know my name?” You see his eyes go wide and he starts to stutter “Your name badge” you begin to awkwardly laugh and walk away before you start to get more creeped out.

You’re not even wearing a name badge.

[mintsv]

can u do play fighting w gunwook scenarios plz 🙏

play fighting w/ bf! gunwook ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🫐 ⋆˚˖

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park gunwook x gn!reader

synopsis : scenario / imagine kinda thing about you and your boyfriend (gunwook) having a play fight when he crashed into your house on a particularly lazy sunday.

genre : fluff, the slightest angst

wc : 1k

-> note : thanks for the request anon ^^ i hope you like it! (also i know you said scenarios but i kinda got overboard and it's a whole imagine now i hope you don't mind 😅)

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today was a really boring sunday for you, the plans you made with your friends were suddenly cancelled and your boyfriend had dance practice, so you were absentmindedly lying in bed scrolling through social media while sighing for the umpteenth time.

the ring of your doorbell caught you off guard, your ears perked up and you were basically running to the door just hoping for any kind of social interaction. the moment you opened it, you thought god was playing tricks with you. there stood your adorable boyfriend wearing his black t-shirt that looked a bit too good on him, a bouquet of fragrant tulips held in front of his chest and of course his sickeningly cute gummy smile. (sorry if that was too descriptive i love gw)

"hi~ are you surprised?" he said that so casually like you haven't been CRAVING for him the past 2 hours so you greeted him with a well needed hug, gunwook pushes you slightly backwards to close the door behind him without breaking the hug.

"I thought you had dance practice?" you look up from his chest, judging him because you thought he skipped for you.

"don't worry i didn't skip, i was too good at it so the teacher let me off early!" you nod in response as he hands you over the tulips.

"it's so pretty! what's the occassion?" you ask again, admiring the prettily arranged bouquet with your favorite scent and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks from your boyfriends sweet antics.

"nothing really, i just wanted to give you these since they have your favorite scent and all, do you like it?" you thought he asked a dumb question, well of course you liked it but you were worried you've fallen a bit too hard for your boyfriend now.

"no, i hate it." you said sarcastically, playfully hitting his chest and turning away so he couldn't see your flushed cheeks but you panicked when you saw him he held the area where you hit his chest and started to frown like a sad puppy.

"you.. hate it?" he starts wiping his fake tears and sniffling. you were quite gullible so gunwook continued his silly act and he was surprised himself how you could believe his horrible acting.

"no no wait i didn't mean that, i was joking i love it i really do wookie! please don't cry.." you start to get really nervous so you run to him, comforting him.

gunwook turned away from you, pretending to sulk like a little kid and you really believed him because you start to get so worried that tears have pooled in your eyes unconsciously.

"wookie i'm sorry i didn't mean it.." you hug him, burying your face in his broad back. gunwook's ears perked up when he suddenly heard your (real) sniffles and he immediately turns around.

"wait wait y/n are you crying? i was just joking i'm not sad. I'm perfectly fine! it was just an act─"

"you're not sad?" your tears stopped before they could fall to your cheeks, it finally clicked for you and you start crazily trying to beat him up.

gunwook used his forearms as a shield while you were basically clawing and punching him, gunwook was saying a bunch of sorry's and giggling while you struggled to get revenge on him considering his rather bigger frame. your efforts were soon wasted when gunwook fought back by tickling you, forcing you to surrender almost immediately when his well built arms entrapped you.

gunwook lifted you up to his shoulder like he would carry a wood log. carrying you all the way to your bedroom before he continues tickling you on your bed. your giggles felt addicting to him (not in a creepy way) and he couldn't help but grin ear to ear.

the anger you felt before was soon forgotten as you two continued to play fight, you had tried to get gunwook off you multiple times but it was near impossible to beat him in a physical fight so you had to think of another way to make him off guard.

it was as if a light bulb lit up above your head as you thought of the perfect strategy. you quickly place your hands at the back of his neck before lunging forward to kiss him. gunwook's arms froze around your waist and you took the opportunity to flip him over so that you'd be on top of him.

"hey that's not fair kissing wasn't in the rules!" gunwook complained, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as you failed to contain your laughter.

"are you really laughing right now?" he takes the pillow beside him before landing a straight blow to your head (gently). you fought back by taking another pillow hitting him right on the face.

the pillow fight continued for about 5 minutes before you gave up, exhausted. you land on the spot beside him, breathing heavily while your hair stuck on your forehead from the accumulated sweat. although gunwook seemed entirely unhinged from the 5 minutes of arm swinging. he was laying beside you panting a little but his gaze fixed onto you, a small admiring smile grazing his lips.

"so about the kiss.. do i have to playfight with you first or can i get one right now?" you turn to him, his face still slightly pink making you chuckle.

"i never knew you could be this cute." those words spilled unconsciously from your mouth, resulting in a scoff from gunwook.

"i'm not." he said.

"sure.."

gunwook wanted to prove to you so badly he wasn't just cute so he did the 'manliest' move he could think of. he leaned in and pecked your lips for a split second, it seemed that the universe wasn't on his side because the moment he saw you smile at him in such a close proximity he thought his heart had stopped. his flushed out face and thumping heart really didn't do him any justice because you thought he had become impossibly cuter.

"gunwook-ah we should play fight like this more often, it really brings out your cuter side"

"shut up."

[williamswifey]

hiii i love all of your fics! could i request a bella ramsey x reader where the reader is part of a well known film like stranger things or a marvel movie and everytime bella and them are in an interview they gush about the reader’s character in the other film, which fans notice and think is adorable😭

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; bella thinks you’re a fantastic actor and rants about it 🤷‍♀️

content warnings ; none, intense fluff

a/n ; sorry for the filler posts lately, i’ve been lacking in the creativity department for actual plots, so plz send in asks to get my creative juices flowing

masterlist

stranger things season four recently came out, and being one of the main characters, you had been extremely busy with interviews and premieres.

it was all so exciting, you loved seeing fans reactions to the show. you loved being tagged in fan edits, and you loved replying to dm’s and tweets.

just when the buzz from the recent dropping of the season began to die down, you and bella had been invited for an interview by vogue, to give a tour of your shared apartment while answering questions.

you had gotten the email from your manager while you had been finishing up a load of laundry, and you we’re static. you and bella’s relationship had gone public about a year ago, even though the two of you had been dating for longer.

there wasn’t much content out from the two of you, aside from social media posts. now that you thought about it, you and bella had never actually been in an official interview together.

sure, the two of you had been interviewed during premieres together, and the paparazzi took photos of you two together all the time—you had never actually sat down with them for an interview.

you excitedly walked downstairs, seeing bella curled up on the couch with a book in their hand. their head peeled upwards when you came into their line of vision, a small smile tugging at their lips.

“hi, darling,” they said in a soft voice, patting the spot next to them.

you grinned and laid besides bella, your head resting on their lap. bella began to play with your hair, successfully beginning to lull you into a gentle sleep.

just before you allowed yourself to slip into unconsciousness, your brain reminded you of why you went to find bella in the first place.

you opened your eyes, and rolled over to face bella. you gently pried the book out of their hands, placing their bookmark you bought for them on the page they left off at.

you yawned before you began to talk, causing bella to chuckle at you, poking your cheek.

“i thought you were a sleepy girl,” they said, tilting their head to the side.

“i am,” you said, rubbing at your eyes, before sitting up straight, “but i had something to ask you first.”

“oh?” bella said, their interest suddenly peaking as they leaned forward slightly.

“nothing bad,” you assured, taking their hand as you fiddled with their rings, “but i got an email from my manager, asking about a vogue interview with us. we’d have to answer a few questions about each other while showing them our apartment. i think it’s an awesome idea, but if you don’t want to it’s totally fine and—”

bella noticed you beginning to ramble as they placed their free hand under your chin, your eyes meeting theirs.

“i’d love to.”

you smiled, and made a mental reminder to email your manager back. in the meantime, you resumed your previous spot on bella’s lap, feeling their gentle hands against your hair as you fell asleep.

***

two weeks and days worth of cleaning later, you and bella were sitting on your couch, waiting for the camera crew and interviewer to arrive to your apartment.

your apartment was in the heart of los angeles, so traffic was always pretty intense, especially in the late afternoon. you were attempting to mentally prepare yourself to answer questions while bella scrolled aimlessly on their phone.

eventually, you grew bored of staring into space and looked over bella’s shoulder to see whatever they were doing on their phone. you giggled when you saw bella staring at a photo of you from your most recent press event.

“…bella my love, what are you doing?”

bella grew startled as their phone nearly flew out of their hands, face pink. however, bella wasn’t embarrassed about the fact they were looking at photos of you—in fact, they were proud.

“just looking at photos of you, reminding myself how lucky i am.” bella replied, and your face now turned the shade of pink bella’s was moments ago.

bella was such a sap sometimes.

“you’re cute, you know that?” you said, pressing a few kisses to bella’s face.

you two began to play fight, and a few seconds later, bella had pinned you to the couch, and was kissing your neck playfully while you giggled.

your fun was cut short by the doorbell. you groaned, sliding out from underneath bella as you made your way to the door, quickly fixing your hair and lipgloss.

the interviewer arrived with a camera crew, and you and bella began the tour.

***

after a brief tour of your apartment, the camera crew and interviewer got settled on your couch as they began to prepare you both for the interview.

they promised nothing too invasive or intense—but you weren’t worried. your manager promised your assistant had reviewed and approved every question on the list.

bella seemed to be a bit more jittery, and the obnoxious interviewer clearly took advantage of that—as they decided they’d ask bella a few questions first.

“so, bella,” the interviewer began, turning her attention towards bella, “have you gotten the chance to see stranger things season four yet?”

bella shifted in their seat. you honestly had no idea if they watched it or not, and their reply was a complete surprise.

“i have!” bella replied enthusiastically, beginning to fiddle with their rings the way they did when excited, “y/n was absolutely fabulous, as always. and her character? my god. i’ve never rooted for a protagonist more. y/n’s acting is incredible. sometimes i’d be watching the show in our bedroom while y/n was in the living room reading…and i’d just be like—holy fuck. i live with this person.”

bella’s response to you and your character had you blushing manically. your cheeks were bright pink as you fought back a smile, intertwining your hand with bella’s.

their eyes met yours.

“do you really mean that, bels?” you asked softly, heart fluttering as bella nodded.

“more than anything. but i have to admit, your character is way cooler than you,” bella joked, ruining the moment as you gently shoved their shoulder and playfully stuck their tongue out at them.

bella giggled, the both of you completely forgetting that the interviewer was still there, and the camera was still recording.

the two of you were quick to pull it together again, professional as can be.

“but, yeah,” bella said after a moment, “i saw stranger things and it’s probably my favorite tv show at the moment—but i might also be biased.”

this made a chuckle slip past your lips.

you rested your head on bella’s shoulder as the interviewer glanced at the pair of you.

“now y/n,” the interviewer began, “now i guess it’s your turn. i assume you’ve seen the last of us, so what did you think of it?”

your grinned was so large you felt your cheeks widen. as you opened your mouth to speak, you knew your words would rival bella’s previous in an instant.

[stargazestories]

Hellbent (m)

pairings: Angel Jeonghan x demon reader

Warnings: Violence, some blood (from fights), some smut, Minors Do not interact plz

A/n: this is my 5th attempt to upload this, idk why I struggled so much. I hope y’all enjoy and I am trying some new POV so I hope you can still enjoy it, btw this story has a very loose plot and sorry for any mistakes 🙏🏻

Humans really didn’t need much interference, they were capable of good and evil on their own, and both sides knew it, but they both needed the credit.

Demons are suppose to lead humans to temptations and angels are to guide them to the light, both sides doing whatever it is needed to one up each other.

Y/N, while being a demon, didn’t believe in doing much for her side, she didn’t care if she got souls for satan, but she did the bare minimum. To be completely honest she thought humans were boring, spending the last couple centuries tempting them and winning more souls for hell started to become mundane for her, that was until one particular angel came along and made it much more interesting.

“You know I can sense when you are near” The soft spoken angel, who was sitting on the park bench,asked the demon. Y/n just grinned as she sat next to the stunning angel, earning a deep sigh from him .

“I know” she smiled at him.

“What do you want?” The angel was cold in his response.

“What’s the matter Angel? I thought you were warming up to me after all these centuries” she asked with a playful tone, but the angel expressed nothing but disdain for the demon next to him. “Stop calling me that, I told you my name is Jeonghan”.

“Last I checked , you are an angel. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to call you that?” she asked “besides, we’ve known each other for so long” the demon shifted closer to the angel, meanwhile he scooted away, “WE don’t know each other, you are a demon and I’m an angel And if MY memory serves me right, we aren’t allowed to interfere with each other” he finally met eyes with the demon who was ogling at him. “Angel, I’ve never interfered with your work. We are merely mingling” she looked at the stunning creature and took in his features.

“We aren’t allowed to mingle either, so go away” Jeonghan motioned his head to shoo the demon away. “ awww angel you are breaking my heart” y/n said playfully as she pouted her lips at him.

Y/N had been infatuated with the angel ever since she had encountered him centuries ago. She had crossed many angels before and usually she ignored them, as there were rules in place. After thousands of years of fighting and blood shed from both sides, heaven and hell came to a compromise.

Angels and demons were not allowed to interfere with each other's works, any Angel that attacked a demon or vice versa would be in a lot of trouble with their superiors. And while they were expected to be a bit cordial with each other, this did not mean they could fraternize, that too could lead to consequences.

Y/n followed the rules in place but the day she came across Jeonghan, she was struck by his ethereal beauty. This angel was like no other, his light was captivating to the demon. She wanted to be close to this light, even if it meant getting in trouble. This meant that for centuries, any time that she felt and sensed Jeonghan's angelic presence nearby, she would seek him out, much to the angels dismay.

“Go before you get me in trouble” Jeonghan stood up, hoping that the demon would feel threatened by his stature. Y/n just stared at him with awe. The way his beautiful blonde hair draped and framed his face, his features, soft yet strong. He’s beautiful she had thought to herself, she was never envious of the angel, but it was a painful reminder that he was an angel and of course he didn’t want to be in the presence of such a disgusting creature like her.

With that realization coming back, y/n’s look of awe changed to that of defeat and a touch of sadness, something the angel had also noticed but said nothing. “I’ll go” she stood up from the bench and took a final look at the angel who for a small moment, felt a small sensation of guilt. “ Till next time angel” she smiled softly at the angel as she walked away from him, from his warm light and into the darkness of the night.

“Look at this” Jeonghan turned to find another demon, but this one was not like you. “You know an angel like yourself shouldn’t be roaming these streets at night, with demons lurking about, you could get hurt” the demon grinned, showing its sharp teeth as it walked closer to the angel.

Jeonghans heart raced, he had heard over the years that there were demons who still attacked angels, even after the deal between heaven and hell. “You can’t attack” he stepped back as the demon came closer. The demon laughed “oh? Really? Who’s gonna stop me?” His eyes glowing red and mouth salivating “It’s been a while since I’ve tasted angel flesh” he eyed the angel. “I don’t want to kill you” Jeonghan warned as he took out his angel spear and exposed his wings, standing ready to fight.

“Too bad” was all the rogue demon said as it snarled at Jeonghan and quickly ran to attack, Using its claws to try to rip the angel's skin. Jeonghan was able to dodge and deflect every one of the demon's attacks. “Just one bite!” The demon jumped to try to trample over the angel but Jeonghan used his spear to stop the demon before it could reach him. The demon was heavy and pushed down on him, sticking its tongue out to get a small lick of the angel's face as it saw the angel was faltering. “Come here!” The demon yelled as it swung its claws and managed to scratch the angel in the face, causing Jeonghan to yell out in pain as he fell to the ground.

“How pathetic ” the demon stood over the angel whose face was bleeding, raising its hand to lick its blood-covered claw.

“Enough!” A familiar voice yelled out of nowhere. As the demon tried to find where the voice was coming from, it was struck by a red force, making it collapse. “Angel!” y/n ran to Jeonghan, scanning him to see if he was gravely injured, seeing his face covered in his own blood. “I’m here it’s okay” she wiped his face, his eyes barely able to see her ,”g-get away” he managed to say as he was regaining his vision. Seeing y/n’s look of concern brought back that guilt from before , he didn’t want her to fight this battle for him. “I’m not going anywhere” she took a piece of her own shirt to ball up, applying it to his face to stop the bleeding.

While angels are otherworldly beings that have many powers and can heal, if they are attacked or struck by demons, they take a long while to heal. Y/n looked at the wounds on Jeonghan's face, hoping she could figure out how to heal it, as she never treated an angel.

“I’ll be alright- watch out!” Jeonghan pushed y/n away, seeing the other demon behind her with a look of madness as it struck again, this time the demon was able to puncture the angel's flesh, slashing him across his chest.

“Angel!” y/n cried out as she saw Jeonghan's body fall down at the demon's feet. Tears ran down her eyes, which were now engulfed in pure darkness, her raging aura steaming out of her body as she attacked the other demon. She managed to trample the demon, clawing at its flesh, the blood splattering all over, the sound of flesh ripping apart. She wanted nothing else but to obliterate this demon, turn it into dust. The demon could not fight back with the full force and anger of y/n tearing it apart, yelling in pain as it met its death.

After tearing apart the demon to literal shreds, y/n let out a screech of pain. She was not physically hurt but the pain in her heart was more painful than anything else. With her heavy breathing she went to the angel's body. “A-angel?” her voice quivered as she kneeled down to his body. “Angel please” she cried as she tried to wake him. “J-Jeonghan”, her tears streamed down her face as she examined the angel's deep wound. She did not know how to fix this.

she let her demonic energy gather around her hands and placed it over the large wound, not sure if this would even work on the angel but she would try anything at this point. “Don’t, please don’t”, she was beginning to come to terms that the angel, her light, was gone.

“y/n?” the voice was so faint but it was still there, his chest rose as he tried to breath. The demon's heart was pounding and racing so fast, it could almost explode. “ I’m here” she smiled at him as she cradled his body again, “y/n” again the angel was barely able to speak and could barely open his eyes but the demon shushed him “it’s okay,” she spread her leather wings and embraced the angel as she took him away.

Jeonghan slowly opened his eyes to find his vision was blurred. Am I blind? He thought to himself until he slowly blinked and regained his sight, only to see he was in an unfamiliar place. He scanned the room and tried to get up but was met with a jolt of pain. Looking down he saw his chest was bare with blood covered bandages covering it.

“Would be best to lay down” his eyes looking towards the door to find y/n holding something in her hands but couldn’t make out what it was. She walked in with a soft expression as she sat next to him, placing the item that shaped like a box on the nightstand. The angel's eyes never broke their gaze as he monitored every movement of the demon. “Relax, it’s just a first aid kit” she reassured him as she took out some bandages and other items. “I don’t know how to treat an angel for demon inflicted wounds, so figured I’d treat you like a human”, she tried to reach for the angel but he retreated his body and even convered himself with his arms. “Angel, don’t be so modest, I’m trying to help you” y/n got closer to Jeonghan and places his hands down with barely any fight from him as she began to remove the blood soaked bandages.

The angel was still surprised to see her in front of him,helping him even. His memories coming back from the events before. The fight, the other demon.

“You killed it…didn’t you” he asked her but it wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Y/N expression fell as she nodded and avoided the angels eyes as she tossed the old bandages to the side “Why?” He asked another question, but this was something the demon did not want to answer. She opted to ignore the angel's question and continue to mend his wounds.

Jeonghan grabbed her wrist, making y/n look at him. “Why?” He asked again looking at her eyes for the answer. “I- you were in danger” she took her wrist back and again avoided his eyes.

“I told you to go, I could have handled it” the angel argued, making her scoff.

“Yeah because that was working so well before I came”

“I didn’t ask you to help me!” he added.

“Can’t you just say thank you?!” The demon yelled at him, leaving him stunned. In the times he had encountered y/n she only ever spoke to him with a playful tone, never an angry one like she is giving him right now. He saw her expression, her eyes filled with hurt. Again the guilt feeling came back.

Jeonghan didn't hate her. When they first crossed paths, he was perplexed by the demon. He imagined that she would try to attack him or try to seduce him, which made him act cold and distant towards her. As the encounters continued he found himself intrigued at how she just wanted to talk and be close to him, but the angel followed the rules, having to dismiss her every time.

“I’m sorry” he apologized as he averted his gaze.“Thank you for helping me, but I think I should be going otherwise if someone finds out what happened.. ah!” He winced in pain as y/n removed the bandage on his face.

“sorry” she pressed another gauze on his scratches. Her touch wasn’t cold, in fact it was warm. The angel never touched a demon, only ever using his spear to battle them. “I can’t let you leave like this, I know you don’t like me-“ she whispered the last part as she pulled back all her tools and bandages. Jeonghan wanted to interject, “At the very least, just stay till you fully recover” she placed his hand on his, hey eyes begging him to stay.

Jeonghan sighed in defeat as he agreed, making the demon smile. “Continue to rest, I’m going to make us something to eat”, she walked out the room and left the angel there, his lips forming a small smile as he layed back down to rest.

In the days that followed, y/n would help Jeonghan in his recovery, assisting him to get up and cleaning the wounds and even feeding him . Jeonghan was reluctant at first but as he saw y/n genuine affection towards him, he slowly opened up and allowed himself to get to know her. Coming to find out that even though she was a demon, she didn’t care to collect souls or even wanted to. She believed the free will god had given humans played more of a role than angels or demons ever could when it came to their fates.

Sure, angels and demons could influence them but humans conjured up the best and worst things all on their own. Jeonghan slowly came to terms that she was right. After centuries of wanting to save as many souls and be a positive influence on their lives, humans were just unpredictable. There had been many life’s that Jeonghan wasn’t able to save and at first he believed it was because he wasn’t dedicated enough, now he came to terms that humans will always have a choice in the end. So what does he live for now?

Y/n on the other hand was content. While she was sad that the angel was injured, it was the fact he allowed her to help and take care of him that created something warm inside her, something she wasn’t sure what it was but she welcomed it. She saw the soft glow come back to the angel as he recovered, but this only served as a reminder that the angel will soon leave when he is fully recovered.

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan asks the demon, smiling as he sees her come to the room with a bouquet of roses and puts them near the bed. “I’ve been growing these for a while, thought it would be nice to send you off with a gift”, Jeonghans smile slowly fell from his face as he realized he was practically done recovering. “Ah, thank you y/n, they are beautiful” he tried giving her the same smile as before but something felt off to him as he looked at the roses and back at the demon. Y/n didn’t want to come to terms that he would leave. The light she had wanted to be so close to, would soon be gone again.

“Ill make us something to eat, can’t send you off with an empty stomach” she wanted to cry, her voice slightly breaking at the end. She quickly tried to make her way out the room but Jeonghan grabbed her wrist before she could.

“Y/n….don't go” his heart beat fast as he felt the warmth developing in his chest. He focused his eyes on her, this time focusing on her face with greater detail than before. She was a demon but her eyes were soft despite the carmine color. Her features also looked delicate. Has she always been this beautiful? He thought to himself. She was attractive and he knew it, but in this very moment she was the most beautiful thing ever.

“Stay with me” he whispered as he towered over y/n, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled her closer to him. Her heart pounded as he leaned closes, She worried he could hear it.

“J-Jeonghan?”

“It’s Angel to you” he leaned in and pressed his lips on hers. They are soft as a rose, the Angel thought as he embraced her. Y/n was shocked but that soon faded as she leaned into the kiss too. She deepened the kiss first, sliding her tongue into his mouth, earning a moan from the angel.

Shocked at his own reaction, Jeonghan pulled back as he caught his breath, stunned by what he just did.

“I'm so sorry Angel, I shouldn’t have-“, the demon tried to apologize for her action as she realized it must have been new for the angel and she got carried away.

Jeonghan shook his head, while it was new and foreign, he didn’t hate this feeling. The rise of his body temperature, the feeling of want for the beautiful woman in front of him. “I-I’m sorry it’s just…this is new for me but…I want this'' he brought his hand up to meet her cheek and caressed it before going back in to kiss her again, allowing the demon to take the lead.

Y/n melted back into the kiss, once again letting her tongue lick and explore the angel's mouth, their body heat increasing with every second. Y/n hands grasping at the angels shirt as the kiss depended, Jeonghan quickly understood what she wanted as he too began to feel the burning sensation inside him increase, wanting more and more of this feeling.

Briefly, both creatures pulled away to discard their clothing, only to continue their passionate make out in the bed. Jeonghan leaned back into the bed frame as he allowed y/n to straddle him, looking at her with half lid eyes while she softly traced the scars on his chest. His breath sped up even more as the traces of her fingertips were replaced by her lips, making the angel groan. Y/n trailed the angel's chest with kisses, tasting him, moaning as she moved her hips to help.

Jeonghan felt pleasure as the mix of y/s kisses, her moans and her heat rubbed up against his body. He never knew this feeling before but he wanted to be engulfed in it. As y/n rubbed her core against the angel's growing dick, Jeonghan couldn’t help but to want to make her feel just as good, bringing his hands to fondle her big beautiful breasts. “A-angel~” she moaned out to him. Seeing how she reacted, the angel continued and gave them a squeeze before taking one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the areolas before latching his lips back onto her nipples. Y/n felt waves of pleasure at the angel's actions, making her wet to the point she can feel her essence oozing out of her and onto the angel.

Wanting to make the angels first time meaningful, she continued to let him pleasure her breast as she took some of the slick from her core and began rubbing the angel's dick, which was rock solid at this point. His moans sent vibrations on her breast, which in turn made her moan out louder for him. “That feels so good” he managed to say which brought a smile to her face. She loved seeing how cute he was, and how she made him feel pleasure, she couldn’t help herself to want to toy with him.

Slowly using her finger tip to smear the precum, then slowly rubbing the rest of it down to his shaft, “Does my angel want more?” She said to him in between kisses.. Jeonghan felt jolts of painful pleasure as she rubbed his dick slowly, his hips slowly pushing up for more, his core feeling tight already. “Yes” he begged her like a puppy, and she couldn’t resist him.

Giving into his pleas, she smiled as she guided the angel to lay back against the pillows as she moved her way to position herself over and lined herself over his dick, slowly pushing herself down. The angel thought that he knew pleasure moments ago, but now he felt what true pleasure was. He moaned alongside y/n as she sank herself down completely on him. She gave herself a moment to take in the pleasure and size, Jeonghan intertwining his hands with hers as support. Slowly, y/n moved her hips, wanting her angel to feel every bit of her and wanting to feel every bit of him.

Both creatures began to feel the heat rumbling in their cores as y/n sped her pace. Her pussy clenching onto his dick as she rode him faster and harder.

Jeonghan was a beautiful mess, his skin creating a layer of thin sweat from such heat radiating off both of them. His hands soon found her hips and couldn’t help but to assist her into going faster, earning a small laugh from the demon. The room filled with sounds of flesh slapping, the wet sounds of y/n taking every bit of the angel inside her and their moans. Jeonghan kept his eyes fixed on y/n, her pleasure filled face was so beautiful to him, the way her breasts were swollen and marked because of him, the way she moaned for him was all building up to his climax.

“I-im” the angel closed his eyes as he felt himself feeling closer to the edge, making the demon smile as she knew he was close. She moved her hips faster as he was reaching for her climax as well. She intertwined her hands with his “it’s- okay angel, cum with me” she moaned out to him as she bounced up and down on him harder to feel him hit her spot, bringing them both to their climax and letting out cries of pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy filled their bodies, Jeonghan pulled y/n down to hug her and kiss her once more, the demon moaning as she still felt the angel's seed inside her begin to spill out as he pulled himself out. He caressed her body, beginning from her back,down to her hips and wrapped her into his arms as she laid on top of him.

“I love you Jeonghan…” she whispered as she began to close her eyes. The angel smiled at her as he moved her hair out of her face to look at her and kiss her eyes. “I love you too y/n” he said back to her as he also closed his eyes to join her in rest.

Was it wrong to be with her?

According to the rules, yes.

Did he care anymore?

No.

The angel spent centuries following the rules and living to save as many humans as he could for heaven, but that wasn’t living. In his arms was someone that had a mind of her own, that lived for herself and wanted nothing more than to share a moment with him every chance she had. In that moment Jeonghan chose for himself, he chose her.

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—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —prologue. [intro]

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“Remember! The harder the growing, the higher the grading!” Growled the teacher as the rest of his class started to pack their things and leave.

Mr. Derwen Pembroke was Madam Sprout’s gloomier Welsh replacement after the war. Of the few teachers left, not many came back to Hogwarts. The lack of staff meant that he was the only herbology professor, one who hated teaching introduction classes, as he felt he was overqualified. He constantly reminded his students of it and only kept his rudeness to a minimum with his Advanced crew. As a Herbology 101 student, Draco absolutely despised him.

“Mister Malfoy.” Draco stopped at the door. “You are failing my class.” He turned around and walked deeper inside the class towards his incredibly bored-looking teacher. “Actually, I believe I am not, Professor.” Mr. Pembroke rolled his eyes and put his feet up on his already muddy desk. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You are not failing.” Draco felt he was being condescending. “Yet.” Of course he was. “But, if your thumb doesn’t get as green as that damn tie very soon, you most definitely will be.” He sighs “I would like for you to be tutored for this assignment. Mr. Longbottom should be at the AH2 greenhouse right about now. He’ll explain everything.” Draco nodded, keeping his groaning hushed as he turned to leave the classroom. “One more thing.” Mr. Pembroke stopped him. “Don’t ever try to correct me again, Mr. Malfoy. No one likes a smartass.” The boy didn’t argue, he knew better than to bargain with a snake. “Of course, Professor.” “Don’t be a suck up either.” He was taken aback. What did this man want? But, Derwen laughed before he had the chance to finish his thought. “I’m just kidding, Draco. Don’t be so uptight.” “Well, there’s not much left for me to be now, is there, Sir?” “Smartass.” He snorts.

AH2 meant Advanced Herbology II. Their greenhouse was farther from the castle and closer to the forest, and only AH2 students or personally approved ones, like Draco, were allowed to use it. The small runned down shack didn’t interest many students, anyway. It looked old and disheveled, nothing very appealing.

When he got there, the so-called greenhouse was empty and Neville was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t really in the mood to look for him, so he hovered around all the weird looking plants, many of which he had never even seen before.

As he walked, he noticed a small passage towards what seemed to be like an extension of the place. It ended up being much bigger than what it hinted to from the outside, probably by an Undetectable Extension charm, like the one he used for his bag. It looked more like a national botanical garden than a stupid herbology class greenhouse. Entering the room, a faint melody could be heard from what Draco assumed to be the solarium.

When Draco walked into the sunlit room, he saw her. He saw the bows in her hair first. They were yellow like her skirt and the laces on her shoes.

“Are you lost?” The girl asked without turning around. Draco’s taken aback. He didn’t think she had even noticed his presence. “What?” “I’m asking if you are lost.” She says matter-of-factly. “Oh. Well, I guess I kind of am.” He tries to find the right words by rubbing the back of his neck, “...Sorry.” but she turns to face him with a bright smile he definitely didn’t expect. “No worries! I completely understand. This place is an absolute maze!” Her laugh was warm and it made the boy dizzy. Haven’t heard anyone be so friendly to him in a long time, he tries to change the conversation, so as to not think about it too much. “I’m actually waiting for Longbottom.” “That makes sense.” She smiles. “You can wait here if you want. He shouldn’t take long.” Turning back to caring for her plants, she shifts on her feet. “So… what are you working on?”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Feelings

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet + SMut

Requested:

Hey fiction witch, if u can see this I have a request, in the show Beth leaves New York and goes back to her house and when Beth and Benny r on the phone Benny gets upset and tells Beth to not call him, after that happens can u plz make y/n find out that Beth hurt Benny and y/n being her sweet and empathetic self, goes to comfort Benny in his house and yk wtv happens next 🤭 if u can make that story asap that would be amazing thank u 🙏

I shifted my hips from side to side humming along with the tune coming from my record player speaker, My hands in the hot water washing up the dishes and pots from dinner. I jumped as I heard my phone begin its blaring. So I left the last pot to soak trying off my hands on my apron as I scampered my shoes across the floor of my little townhouse I quickly turned down the volume on my record player as I passed the shelf, I lost my footing a little on the rug's stupid curled corner and went tumbling onto my sofa on my back, luckily just beside my phone table so I picked up the red rotary phone from the table bringing it to my ear. 

"Y/l/n Residence." I smiled 

"Hi y/n" Beth smiled 

"Ohh, My my to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Harmon?" 

"Oh you know, nothing unusual. How's queens?" 

"Boring. But finally unpacked my last few boxes so shaping up nicely. How's kentuky?" 

"Much the same" she smiled "So, I had a question."

"ahh there is the point of your call, of course, ask away"

"You've been to Moscow correct?" 

"Yes, I have. I assume there is a follow-up question."

"Yeah, I'm doing a bit of packing. I know everyone says Moscow is cold but... exactly how cold?"

 "When they say cold they mean cold beth. It's freezing in Moscow. The snow came up to my knees. I was so cold I ripped stuffing out of the hotel pillow to shove in my bra because I was convinced my nipples would freeze off. and that's coming from a New York girl" I laughed "Pack for ice. Pack for snow. Pack for seeing your breath inside buildings." 

"Really?"

"If you're too hot you can always take layers off," I explained 

"Fair enough,"

"That all?"

"I had something else to ask too"

"Sure, fire away." 

"Did you... Like to fuck Benny?"

"That's a bold question for six pm" 

"But did you, when you two were... together?"

I laughed "My darling Elizabeth. Me and Benny never have been... together. Not officially anyway."

"But when you did. Did you like to?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"You can say every time you've had sex you liked it? sometimes stuff's just shit"

"But other than those times"

"I did. Course I did. Benny... is a complicated man"

"How so?"

"Because he's Benny" I laugh "He's weird, he thinks fifteen steps ahead at any one moment, he's passionate and dedicated with an ego big enough to fly himself to Moscow and back, but he's also... you know a man. so he's blunt and simple, and can't see a hint five inches in front of his face." I explained, "Why?" 

"I think. it might be over."

"Over? Did it ever begin?"

"I mean... kinda. sort of. It's complicated."

"Beth. What happened?"

"So you know how Benny's been bugging me to come to New York"

"Yes. Because he misses you. That's his way of saying that." 

"Yeah he even told me"

"He told you he missed you?"

"Yes"

"And you did what?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing!"

"Yeah I mean we called a little more but not much else. and I kinda... pissed him off"

"What did you do?"

"I gave the church the money back. I tried to ask him for money. if he wants to come he can help me pay for it right? he flipped out and told me not to call him again. That was... two days ago and he won't answer the phone. Guess I'm just kinda..."

"You're serious?" I sighed 

"Yeah."

"Okay... I have not got time to deal with you" I sighed sitting up normally "All I'm gonna say is you've fucked up Beth. And I am going to clean this up, not because I want to help you. But because I care too much about Benny. I will call you later and we will have a chat" I told her before hanging up the phone 

"Fuck..." I sighed "Harmon, you do make my life difficult" I grabbed the phone again and dialled the number for the Brooklyn basement listening to it ring but no answer, I tried again but still no answer, I gave it one more try but still no answer. 

I gave up setting the phone back on the receiver and I got to my feet untieing my apron throwing it on the kitchen table grabbing my handbag making sure to grab my spare key. changing my shoes and slipping on my gloves before rushing out locking up my front door as I scampered down the steps of the stoop I unlocked the door on my little red mini threw my bag on the passenger seat quickly started the car up and scampered through the New York streets using all the little cut thoughts I knew to travel the six miles from my townhouse in queens to the basement in Brooklyn. I pulled my mini up behind the little blue Beatle parked and grabbed my bag climbing out of the car and heading down the little foul-smelling stairwells until I finally reached the metal door giving it a firm few taps. No answer came. but I could hear noises from within. I knocked much louder but still no answer came.

I rolled my eyes grabbed the spare key from my handbag forced it into the lock and opened the door shutting it behind me immediately I could tell things weren't good.

This apartment was dark, gloomy and damp as usual, bottles littered his table enough you could use them as pieces in a chess game, and things haphazardly moved around the apartment. And Benny amongst it all. Barefoot. Black jeans tight to his body, his belt gone, his black turtleneck on with his sleeves rolled up, frustration across his face, a beer in hand that he finished and there across his apartment smashing it on the wall. 

“Benny?” 

He ran a hand through his hair and glanced up at me “Hey y/n.”

“How are you feeling?” 

“I'm fine” he snapped grabbing a cigarette from his table setting it in his mouth and lighting it up with his old Zippo 

“Benny.” I glared

“I'm fine.” He snapped 

“Beth called me.”

“Did she now? You come down to tell me I'm an asshole”

“I don't make judgements till I hear both sides” I answered “So, tell me what happened.”

“So it fucking -”

“Calmly.” 

“It's over. I'm done with her. I have put up with so much shit from her. She treats me like a doormat, and only calls me when she needs something. Well she can go fuck herself” he says pacing around his apartment

“Okay, what exactly happened?”

“She gave the money back. Asked me to pay for us. She ignored everything I told her. All because she didn't want to sign some worthless bit of paper. Now I can't go to Moscow with her. Fine, she clearly didn't want me with her anyway.”

“Alright, and you told her?”

“I told her not to call me again. She wants to do this on her own fine. She can. She won't hear a word from me, but she can fuck off if she wants anything.” 

“You've been ignoring calls?”

“I didn't exactly feel like talking right now” 

“Alright, go get changed and I'll make you some tea”

“I don't -”

“Benny. Don't make me bonk you with a spoon” 

“Fine I will get changed” he sighed going to his room “and make coffee.”

“No tea. Coffee will keep you up and you do not need more energy right now” I explained going and making some nice tea one for me and one for Benny taking and sitting them both on the small table in the centre of the living space, as well as a glass of water I took a small dustpan and brush from the cabinet and cleaned up the broken glass from the bottle as well as any other little mess that littered the apartment. I went to the small record player beside the chair and for a moment flipped through his small collection grabbing a nice album of some gentle swing music adding it to the player letting it spin and turning it down to almost nothing, and I took a seat on the pile of pillows he used as a sofa. Soon enough he returned with a fresh set of clothes, some new jeans, a black T-shirt and his green button-down 

“There you feel a little better now?”

“It is nice to have some fresh clothes on” he grunted back 

“Come on” I offered patting the pillow beside me

“I'm not in the mood y/n”

“Benny. Come here.”

He rolled his eyes but came and sat beside me still as angry and frustrated as before leaning his head against the exposed bricks 

“Good, now when did you last drink something?”

“I'm not thirsty”

“Did I ask that?”

“No”

“When did you last drink something? You're only going to give yourself a headache” I told him, offering him the water but he turned away “Hydrate. Or I will hit you with a spoon”

He took the glass and had a sizable sip 

“Thank you, now come here and talk it out” 

“Y/n I know you mean well but I’m-”

“I will get the spoon in a minute.” I warn “Come” I demanded patting my thigh

He rolled his eyes but leant over so I wrapped my arms around him letting him lay his head in my lap “I don't see how this is going to help”

“You need to acknowledge and work through your feelings”

“I don't have feelings. I'm a man.”

“Ohh no you don't have feelings. That's why you've been spending your days in a dark basement drinking like a fish and frustrated smoking. No feelings at all” I smiled gently petting his soft fluffy hair 

“I don't need to work through my feelings.”

“Yes, you do. Otherwise, you're just going to be angry forever. And god knows I can't deal with that” I laughed

“Fine” he sighed 

“Take a moment just to clear the brain” I smiled playing with his hair in all the usual spots he liked me too

“My brain doesn’t clear.”

“Then hyperfocus. On the ticking of the clock, the nice gentle music, clear the mind of all other things and just exist for a moment”

We sat for a few moments just enjoying the quiet of his basement, the gentle hum of the music and the rhythm of our breaths

“Okay” He nods sounding far calmer than before

“That help?”

“A little”

“Okay do a Big breath in.”

“Why do I-”

“Benny” I warned so he did as I asked “Big breath in. And back out. Another one in… and another out. Okay? Feel a little better?” I smiled walking him through it a few times

“A bit” 

“Are you calmer?”

“Somewhat”

“So, tell me what happened”

“You going to tell me when I’m wrong?”

“No. I'm not going to say anything you just explain and I will listen.” 

“I try asking her for months to come up to New York, actually spend some time together, no she's busy she needs to do this, she needs to do that, she ghosts me for six months, okay I try asking to go to Paris with her support her with the tournament, no she's going on her own, she can't afford to take me too, so fine she goes on her own only when she's fucked herself up so bad she looses her tournament and has headlines everywhere she was drunk as a sailor then! I got a call. I try to be supportive and offer to pick her up from the airport. No, she wants to be alone. I try to talk her through everything and offer her a safe space, so we can be together and work stuff out, no she wants to be alone. She wants to drink. Fine, I try! I try and say she can drink so long as she came here no she wants to go and get drunk. She goes home to Kentucky and ghosts me again. She calls me finally because she wants my advice and again I try to get her to come here, I try and be nice hell I told her I fucking missed her nope she wants to stay on her own meaning she wants to fucking drink. And again I'm ghosted. She completely ignores what I tell her to do. She gives the church their money and calls me up like I'm the problem! Like I haven't spent the last year waiting for your phone calls like some abandoned puppy! Says she's paying her own way to Moscow and can't afford to take me with her, if I wanna come I need to pay, when she knows full well I don't have two thousand dollars laying around to jet off to Moscow. Accused me of gambling it all away. So fuck it. Fuck her. She wants to go and her drunk and fuck her life up that's her decision she's not taking me down with her. I'm not staying as her fucking doormat fuck to treat her how she wants. If she'd rather get drunk than be with me fine I hope she and her bottle are happy” 

“How did that make you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“Benny, feelings are not shit. use your words. Not just your swears.”

“Like… why should I bother you know? Like I'm trying so so much and you're giving absolutely nothing back. And that makes me feel like I'm the asshole for wanting anything”

“You're not an asshole for wanting acknowledgement Benny. You've done a lot for Beth and it's not easy for you to be emotionally numerable”

“Exactly! It's like you bare your fucking soul to someone and their response is okay cool. What else? Like I don't know what more you want from me. Am I being a dick? Asking for too much or something?”

“I don't think so, I do think you also need to respect Beth is also not an emotional person. The two of you aren't going to have a great emotional conversation because neither of you are good emotional communicators and that's fine some people aren't, but it would seem you are putting a lot of effort in, now Beth may not see it as a lot of effort in her mind and may not be seeing how much effort that Is for you and not appreciate it as much or it could be that she just expects more. and if you can't give her that then you can't there's nothing wrong with that Benny” 

“Do you think I'm an emotionally distant person?”

“You can be. You're… very practical Benny. You're emotional to the extent of practically, when emotions aren't useful you don't bother to express them. But I do think you not in the wrong here you've made a lot of moves to be more outwardly expressive and it was clear you were upset long before this” I explained “I think, and of course, you don't need to take my advice. But I think you and Beth need time apart I think you both need to not see one another, not speak to one another, for a couple of weeks I think you both need to separately decide the kind of relationship you want together. If you want to have the kind of relationship where you call every other day and talk or if you want a relationship where you talk every six months how much emotional investment you each have needs to be equal and it clearly isn't so I think spend time apart to think and when she gets back from Moscow you two need to talk and see where you go from here.”

“... Your right.” He sighed sitting up “Where did you learn all this stuff anyway?” He asks having some tea 

“Therapy. You know that thing I keep telling you to go to”

“I don't need therapy”

“Everyone needs therapy, Benny.”

“I don’t” 

“Yes, you do.” I told him “You have a lot of untapped emotional issues rattling around in that big head of yours” I told him having some tea “And I’m boarder line convinced you have… some type of-”

“No I don’t” he snapped

“Benny you hyperfocus on chess, don’t understand your own emotions, freak out when someone tries to touch your skin, and use your rings like fidget toys… and you don’t think there might be a possibility you could have some form of -”

“No.” 

“Fine, fine. I’m not going to argue with you” I giggled “You should go to therapy though Benny.”

“Ohh what because I have ‘emotional trauma’?”

“Yes. you do.” I told him “Even if it's just having someone to talk to, to rant about your problems”

“That's why I have you” 

“I'm not your therapist Benny”

“Sorry”

“It's fine” I smiled pressing a kiss to the top of his head “You really liked her didn't you?”

“I did. I kinda thought we were the same. Maybe we're too much alike”

“Do you think maybe… you're seeing the bad things in Beth that you see in yourself?”

“Kinda. I think it's … made me realize how bad it is to be on that side of it. To be the one waiting by the phone on the promise of a call that never comes. I think I'm .. trying though. I can see how bad it is and in trying to fix it but just feels like bailing a bucket out a lake” 

“Well, baby steps. Just the fact you see it and are making steps is still better. You're never going to bail the lake if you don't start with a bucket”

“I guess so. It makes me wonder… how she sees me. I know officially we didn't label anything but, I kinda think she just saw me as a chessboard that could make her cum” 

“What did you want her to be?”

“....I don't know. Guess I wanted someone to call. Someone to spend time with. Someone who wants to talk to me. Listens to me. Makes me feel like what I say makes a difference. Like I Matter to them. Someone who gets excited about spending time with me, who wants to be with me not because we might play chess or we might have sex but just because we like being together”

“You ever tell her that?”

“No.”

“Then … you can't expect her to give you that Benny. She's not a mind reader. She doesn't know that's what you want same as you don't know what she wants. You two are both people not great at emotions be the best course is to straight forward sit her down and say that's what you want and if that's not what she wants you can either try to find a middle ground or that can be it”

“Your right. But I don't want to see her. Or talk to her. I don't completely want to think about her but there's no getting out of that” he explained lighting another cigarette “But I'm done. Unless she's willing to try I don't want anything more than to be her friend”

“If that's what you want. That's what you want” I smiled taking the cigarette from him putting it out in the table’s ashtray “You’re not smoking because you want it you smoking because your frustrated.” I laughed

“Your therapist tell you that too?”

“No. I just know you, Benny. Besides you’ve been doing really good. Don’t destroy all your progress just because you’re mad” I told him 

“You rather I drink?”

“I’d rather you have healthy coping mechanisms but you know… baby steps.” I smiled “You feel a bit better? Got all that off your chest?”

“Yeah. Thanks y/n.”

“Your welcome” I smirked having some tea “It's kinda funny”

“What is?”

“That's exactly what I wanted. Back when we …”

“Really?” He asks 

“Yeah. I'd have killed for you to want to spend time with me without it seeming like I was dragging you away from something you wanted to do more”

“.... Fuck. I was a dick.”

“You kinda were.” I laughed “But we wanted different things that's okay”

“I feel like shit. Maybe things would be different if I figured out this is what I wanted”

“Maybe” I shrug “But you didn’t want that then that’s fine you can change your mind as life changes, that wasn’t the sort of thing you wanted then”

“You’re a very emotional person. I think I struggled with that”

“I can be… overly emotional. In working on it. Trying not to overthink everything so much.” I said “How do you think it felt for me sitting here miles deep in overthinking as to why you weren’t talking to me, that you were mad, that I did something wrong, all the while you just sat there playing chess completely unaware I was even upset being quiet because… you like to sit quietly.”

“I saw you were upset… when it was too late. By the time I picked up on it you crying so far down an emotional rabbit hole even if I did know How to deal with it, it was kinda too late”

“And yes that is on you for not noticing my emotions but also on me for not being clearer with them, literally could have fixed all my overthinking with, Benny are you mad at me? But no I wanted to sit there pouting getting more and more anxious waiting for you to figure out that I was worried.” 

“I always felt like a dick for asking you what was wrong,”

“Because I wanted you to pick up on it. I didn’t want to tell you I just wanted you to pick up and fix it. And that's on me. That was my issue and I’m getting better. Can’t expect people to know everything. But you're getting better too, learning when people are upset being more outwardly emotional if you need a little coaxing.”

“Or threatening” 

“Everyone is different Benny. The sooner you realize that the easier life is. Everyone you speak to, and everyone you see is completely different we all think differently, behave differently, and have different responses to things, and no one can read minds. We all need to give each other a little more slack because we don't know what's going on in their head and they'll never know what's happening in ours. Some people can read emotions across your face like a book, some people need to be told or they'll never learn. I was an emotionally overthinking young woman craving emotional intimacy without having to ask for it. While being in a non-official relationship with a man who can't read emotions, has a hard time expressing his feelings and craves reassurance. On top of the very basic one, what's to fuck one wants to love problem. You surprised it went south?” 

“I crave reassurance?”

“Benny. You're a chess player who dresses like a goth pirate.”

“Point taken” 

“It's fine people grow and change neither of us are the people we were then”

“That's true” he nods “Can I get the number for your therapist?”

“Why?”

“He sounds good. The fact you rattled all that off is pretty impressive”

“Find your own therapist. Don't want conflicts of interest”

For a moment he was puzzled “You talk about me in therapy?”

“Yeah”

“God was I that much of a cunt?”

“No. You’re my friend. Our lives are very intertwined is all” I laughed leaning on his shoulder 

“that’s fair” he laughed “... Do you think I ask for too much? With Beth?”

“I think… you ask for more than she's comfortable with. Let's face it Benny your fighting against an addiction. You might have an ego and you might love chess but you're not physically addicted to it” 

“I just feel like in trying so hard, pushing myself so far beyond what I'd normally be comfortable with the least she can do is try”

“if that's how you feel. Then I think she should respond to that”

“I'm not a dick?”

“I don't think so” I smiled

“Thanks y/n. I'm really thankful you came over”

“Well I can't just leave you someone has to try and get you through these gross… feelings you're not used to”

“Can you stay?”

“What?”

“Can you stay? I don't think I wanna be on my own tonight”

“Of course Benny”

We stayed up a little long chatting about things but soon it came time for bed he put up the air bed for himself and I took his bed even if I argued but he let me have it. 

I changed borrowing one of his shirts for the night getting cosy in the warm bed. 

The lights out the only sound the occasional sound of the New York cars above the basement. 

I was about to drift off when I perked up hearing the creek of the door and soon enough the covers moved and Benny crawled in with me 

“Hi”

“Hi”

“Did you want your own bed back?”

“No, I just… I don't wanna be alone right now” he says slowly wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight to his body my hips to his my back to his chest squeezing me almost like I was his teddy bear 

“Okay Benny, you don't need to worry I'll be right here,” I reassured letting him squeeze me tightly to his body, he held me tight pressing his lips to my shoulder 

“Can I get my anger out?” He asked 

“Alright” I nodded 

He moved and pushed me down on my back “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I nodded 

He nodded and leant down to nibble and kiss my neck, before he pulled down his boxers and tugged off my panties, he started off gently slipping himself inside me he held my hips firmly digging his nails into my skin as he aggressively thrusted, often bitting his lips and gritting his teeth letting out his frustration and anger though the movement of his hips. He began to slow so I smiled and held his hips gently turning us so he laid on his back and I sat on top of him gently moving my hips slowly “Reveling in your anger is not going to make you feel better” I smiled stroking his stomach as I moved 

“I know. I just wanted to get the anger out” he sighed moving his hips with me 

“Wouldn’t this be nicer?”

“It is much nicer.” he smiled “Nice and calming” He cooed sitting up a little and wrapping his arms around me to pull me into his chest for an intense kiss I smiled into the kiss as I moved my hips faster trying to match his own speed getting more and more intense the longer it went on I knew I was close starting to nibble on his neck as I began to slow getting close to my edge he noticed and smirked making sure to work as hard as he could letting out the last of his frustration until I reached my peak biting his neck as I did which in turn got him to his own edge burying himself deep inside me and riding it out before he collapsed against the bed and I basically fell off onto the other side 

“Feel better now Benny?”

“Yeah” he nods between gasps “That is way better than therapy” 

“They're not mutually exclusive Benny.”

“I still think this is better”

“You can’t just ignore your feelings and deal with your frustrations through sex” I told him

He smirked and turned over to spoon me “Did it work?” 

“...yes but?”

“Did it work?”

“Yes.”

“Then I'm gonna do it” he shrugs 

“Alright Benny, if that’s how you wanna deal with your feelings” I laughed “Come on, let's get some sleep”

“Alright, Night”

“Night” I smiled giving him a little kiss before we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep. 

I yawned as I woke up I gently pushed Benny’s arms off me climbed out the bed and headed across the apartment, I went to the kitchen and began to make coffee humming to myself a little. 

“Morning,” Benny spoke up from the bedroom door

“Morning, How are you feeling today?”

“Better. Much better” he smiled coming and wrapping his arms around me giving my neck some kisses “You always make me feel better”

“I do?”

“You do. I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“For being a dick, when we…” he began “I realize it and I’m sorry”

“That's very sweet. Apology accepted. I’m sorry for how I was too”

“Apology accepted” he smiled 

“I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the shit from Beth”

“It’s fine. I know how to deal with it”

“Oh?”

“She can find another doormat. She wants to drink and wants to go on her own she can. I don’t want that. We can be friends if she wants but nothing more than that. I don’t feel like I want anything more”

“Okay. I’m proud of you, for expressing your feelings” I smiled

“Did you wanna stay for a while? Spend some time together?”

“Is that also part of you dealing with this?” I giggled turning to face him

“Kinda. But Now I know what you wanted. And I want that too. Maybe now we're a little older we’ll be better, more communicative, better with our feelings. So? Did you wanna try again?”

“On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Go to therapy, Benny.” 

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“How much therapy?”

“How about one session, one date.”

“Three dates one session”

“Two.” “Deal” he smiled pulling me into a sweet kiss “Will you help me find one?”

“Yes, I will.” I giggled “Come on we’ll have coffee and a cuddle”

“Sounds perfect”