#tempted lockscreens

[safiraerklare]

deception trilogy by rina kent

reblog if you save.

[feelslikegold]

I just learned the aunt who sent a QR code of a gospel sermon in her christmas card to me which she told my dad was to help “cure me of my ways” is coming over tomorrow

[nylwnder]

BABIES!!!!!! OH GAWD I MISSED THEM

[heroes-feasting]

Happy Holidays, Everyone!

I was looking through my holiday stuff and realized I never shared this picture from last year’s Heroes’ Feast Gingerbread Showcase!

This style of cookie picture, with the dusting of powdered sugar in the background, has always been a personal favourite of mine. I’m so happy that I got to try it out for myself and that it turned out so well!

[yootaesowl]

[mediumtires]

[tomorrowillbeyou]

LITERALLY DEFINITION OF ETHEREAL

[en-gelic]

attention please! ⭑ 엔하이픈

syn. when they want your attention. gn. , fluff ⋆ wc 1.6k ! warnings. skinship, kisses ₊‧ଳ you give me butterflies, you know? 💭 BOOKSHELF! 𓇼

🗯 taglist : @cholexc @07sleepykatz @seunghancore (ask or comment to be added !) © en-gelic 2024.

Huffing in irritation, Lee Heeseung waved his hand in front of your face in attempt to get your attention. Holding in your smile, you listened as he entered the kitchen, angrily mumbling to himself. He was silent for a while as you held back the urge to break your act and turn to look at what he was doing. After a few more minutes, he appeared with a cocky smile plastered on his face and sitting beside you. You continued scrolling through your phone, brushing away your curiosity even as his hand moved to your leg, his fingers drawing circles on your thigh. You held your breath as he moved your body effortlessly onto his lap. Tugging your phone out of your hands, you felt his hand move to the small of your back, pulling you towards his lips, tempting you to kiss him. Noticing how you weren't going to stop acting, he moved to your neck and left a trail of kisses, stopping abruptly once he realised you were enjoying it. "Why did you stop?" You pouted, forgetting all about your prank. His lips pulled into a grin. "Only good girls get rewards."

"Baby, I'm going out, do you need anything?" Park Jongseong asked as he walked into the bathroom where you were putting on your makeup. You continued humming as you attempted to ignore him. Thinking you didn't hear him he repeated the question. Seeing your lack of response, he chuckled sardonically and sauntered out of the bathroom. The moment he left, you looked behind you, curious to know the reason behind his amusement. You heard his footsteps strolling into the bedroom as he opened your closet. "No, she doesn't need it." He said over the phone as he pulled out your Prada bag. "She's clearing out her closet so she's giving it for free." Your head snapped back as he pulled out another one of your beloved designer items. "When do you want it? We ship anytime." He made small humming sounds in agreement as you rushed out of the bathroom. Pulling the phone out of his hands, you brought it to your ear. "Sorry, we're out of business. We don't sell anymore, bye bye." As you rushed to hang up you noticed that his phone had been on the lockscreen instead of being on a call. Realising his tactic, you sheepishly handed him his phone. "Sorry." You said as he hummed in agreement, "Next time I'll really sell them if you do that again." 💭 more under the cut !

"Look at me." Sim Jaeyun whined as you bit back a grin at his irritation. You rolled over to your side as his arms followed your waist, pulling you back to him. You thought the prank wasn't going to work when he started placing kisses all over your neck and face. Surprisingly, you didn't move even though his ticklish kisses usually make you squirm. You turned to grab your phone as a form of distraction as he sighed again. He sat up as you kept your eyes glued to the phone. Pulling your head to his lap, his hands moved to your scalp, massaging your head. His massage made your fingers halt in satisfaction as you relaxed almost instantly. He continued, moving his fingers down your neck where he heard you complain the most about pain. Your eyes closed as the feeling of sleep washed over you, dozing off before you could stop yourself. When your eyes fluttered open, you saw him grinning down at you, his hands gently patting your hair. "Now do I exist?" He asks, waiting for your reply as you shot up from his lap. He pulled you down again and watched you smile up at him. You took his face in your hands and pulled him to your own, locking his lips with yours the way he continuously urged you to after watching the spiderman movie. Pushing his face back up, you watched him lean back down. Shooting up from his lap, you moved out of his reach and said a quick 'Sorry' before running out of the room; the boy following immediately demanding a longer kiss as an apology.

Silence filled the room as Park Sunghoon eyed you irritably. You had been trying to get his reaction to you ignoring him, but it had only been silence. Hours later, when you had gotten sick of being quiet you glanced at him on phone smiling to himself. "Sunghoon." You called, moving over to him and shaking his arm. "Sunghoon." You repeated waiting for his reaction. He looked up comically, turning his head around. "I wonder who's calling me." He hummed, looking down at his phone again. You called his name repetitively with no avail. Finally realising what he was looking for, you sighed and turned his head towards you. "Baby." You said, watching as he grinned, flashing his perfect teeth at you. "That's what I was looking for." "How could you backfire my prank?" You complained bitterly, letting go of his face and laying down on the couch. "That doesn't sound like a sorry." You sighed and muttered a quick apology, glancing up at him to see his reaction. "Don't I deserve more than that?" He asked again, moving to hover over you. He leaned down, hovering his lips over yours before finally pressing them together. When he pulled back, his lips were shiny with the lip gloss you had on as you held back your laughter. You didn't mention it until he gave a suitable apology to backfiring your prank, which meant his money being spent on half the Chanel store.

Finding you seated in your room you didn't look up when he bustled in, excitedly telling you about his idea for the evening which involved the both of you trying the new products he got. "Are you even listening?" Kim Sunoo asked as he shook his hand in front of your face. Noticing your lack of reaction, he smiled to himself, knowing what you were trying to do but pretending to be ignorant. He shook your shoulders a few more times until he picked you up and led you to the bathroom. You relented motionlessly and allowed him to drag you into the room. He set you up on the counter and got out the products he was mentioning before. Opening 4 packets at once, he prepared to mount them unto your face. You hadn't expected him to actually do it, seeing as he cared more about your face than you cared about your own, until he began pressing them onto your face adding moisturizing cream in between the masks like glue. After he was satisfied with his work, he got out some nail polish you left on the counter before you decided to get a manicure at the nail salon instead. He got the others that were in his reach and pressed the brushes together to create an unpleasant colour. The tip of the brush barely reached your finger before you stopped him. He pulled a fake face of irritation, teasing you. "So now you want to talk?" You beamed at his irritation, pulling him into a kiss he quickly reciprocated, forgetting about his anger. You broke the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Do you forgive me now?" You ask, lightly tying his hair into two pigtails so he wouldn't notice. "Fine, but only because you asked nicely." You grinned and jumped off the counter, disappearing into the room, cheekily giggling at his hair. He glanced at the mirror and pulled a face, running to follow you asking for another apology.

He had been watching you get ready, asking you questions you had no reply to, thinking you were just being quiet because you were focused. "Are you hungry?" Yang Jungwon asked as he walked behind you, his hand finding the small of your back, rubbing it gently. You fought the urge to pull a face of sadness and tell him it was a prank, but you fixed your emotions as he stood around waiting for your reply. Quietly, he took one of your hairbrushes and began brushing your hair lightly as you watched from the reflection on the mirror. You stopped applying your makeup and smiled, crumbling at his sweetness. He looked up and smiled back at you, his dimples pressing into his cheeks. "What?" He asked, confused as to why you were smiling. You turned to face him, your hands wrapping around his waist. "You're just so sweet." You squished your cheek against his chest as he reciprocated the action, patting your hair. "So are you, my love." He beamed, "What do you want to eat?" He asked, as you smiled again, the prank failing miserably.

"So this is what you're going to do?" Nishimura Riki asks you as you pretend not to see him, focusing on the dishes you were finishing. You hummed to yourself, pressing more soap from the dispenser. You felt the taller boy shift behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. He stood unmovable for a while, no matter how many times you tried to shake him off. His breath was ticking your neck and collarbone as you tried not to giggle at the feeling, cursing yourself for being so ticklish. You focused on washing the utensils instead, not giving in to the boys' teasing antics. Finding that his breathing wasn't working, he resorted to an even quicker method of tickling your stomach which sent your laughter erupting through your lungs immediately. You struggled out his grasp as you regained your composure, wiping the tears off your face. Before you could say anything, he squished your face, leading your lips into a pout. He pressed his lips onto yours making the loud smacking sound you hated the most. You cringed slightly at his grin then turned your face into a fake pout. "How come it didn't work?" You whined as you turned back to the sink. "Don't question my intellect." He joked, moving over to help you finish up.

[fairlyang]

Ghostie I 🕷️

in which you get a phone call by the infamous killer Ghostface, as a huge scream fanatic

w/c: 5.8K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, mention of stalking and killings, home alone, phone call, teasing, getting tempted, masturbating, getting watched, phone sex, praise, toy usage

part two ~ part three

It was Friday night and I didn't feel like going to the party my friends had invited me to. Plus with all the killings happening in our area... yeah right..

I stayed my ass home and was preparing for a solo movie night, or yet another one of my scream-a-thons. I was in the kitchen waiting on the popcorn while I was trying to find a bowl. I lean down to grab a Disney themed one and then placed it on the counter.

I looked at the microwave and sighed. Whys this shit always gotta drag?

I walk over to the fridge and grab an Arizona can. Perfect.

I feel a buzz and grab my phone from my pocket. I look at my lockscreen and see I got a text from my best friend Ryan. I put the can on the counter and unlock my phone.

Ryan🤞🏼 :

bitch you're missing out- there's so many guys your type out here

I snicker and shake my head, of course that's his first thought. I roll my eyes and lean against the counter thinking of what to type.

Well I'd prefer to not die at some frat party tonight but feel free to give out my insta;)

I hit send and laugh knowing his ass would. The texting bubble immediately appears making me scoff. That was too fast.

Ryan🤞🏼:

got you🫡

Might drop by after to give you some company

I immediately text back a response and send it before turning my phone off and putting it back in my pocket.

Sounds good just call me

Just then the microwave beeps. Finally. I walk to it and open it carefully taking out the popcorn bag. I open it and pour it all onto the bowl.

I throw away the bag into the trash then grab the can of Arizona and the bowl, walking into my living room. I place the snacks on the table and grab the remote before plopping on the couch. I turn the tv on then realize I left the kitchen lights on.

I put the controller on the couch and stand up walking into the kitchen and flicking the light off. As soon as I did it I thought I saw something running away through the window above the sink. Maybe just a rabbit?

I walk back to the dark living room, the light from the tv being the only thing that lead me to the couch. I plop down and go on a fast hunt to find the first scream. I can never get enough of the original, mostly because of Billy Loomis and Sid's reaction to the reveal. And I guess also all the little details I love.

I click on the movie and press play. I reach over for the bowl of popcorn and put it on the side then grab my can and open it before taking a sip and placing it back on the table. I grab the blanket that is always on the couch and place it on my lap.

I take my phone out of my pocket and put it on the couch to my right. Just in case. The opening scene starts and I lean back. Ghostface's voice and tone- lordddd-

I bring the blanket up to my face feeling the room was colder than earlier. My mom must've put the ac up before she went to work. I properly cover myself and sit with one leg under my other one.

"What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know..."

"well I think you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

"It happens. Take it easy."

And what kind of dumbass answers the phone again? Like obviously it's gonna be the person you were just on the phone with!!! I scoff and shake my head, how the first girls are somehow always the dumbest.

"To apologize"

"You're forgiven, bye now"

"Wait wait don't hang up-"

"What?"

"I wanna talk to you for a second."

"They have 500 numbers for that, see ya."

I stare at my screen in admiration. How someone thought of making this series- must've been a real sicko but it brought us an incredible killer, dedicated fans, and iconic characters.

I shake my thoughts away not wanting to get carried away and focus on the movie again.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"I don't know"

"You have to have a favorite... what comes to mind?"

I grab a handful of popcorn and put 'em into my mouth watching their back and forth. It was truly never tiring of watching every single scene endless amount of times. I guess that's what being one of the crazed fans in the community is like.

"Freddy! That's right."

That tone. Why does it have to sound so sweet? Especially knowing he's flirting with her just to then gut her after.

"So you got a boyfriend?"

Me, personally, that's where I would've folded and told him no but that I'd love to have one.

"Maybe.. do you have a boyfriend.."

Again the tone just always makes my heart flutter and legs go weak. Especially since it was Billy talking. Just something about extremely attractive ghostfaces....

"No"

"You never told me your name."

"Why do you wanna know my name?"

"'Cause I wanna know who I'm looking at."

I'd be giggling and kicking my feet- take that shit as a compliment, man wants to know your name- well given he definitely already knew the names of all his victims but still the thought that counts. And the fact he planned that shit completely on purpose with Stu.... But still.

Kinda like having your very own personal stalker... you could easily change his mind if you really wanted or attempted to.

"What do you think I said?"

"What?"

"Hello?"

"Look I gotta go."

"Wait... I thought we were gonna go out."

"Uh nah I don't think so."

"Don't hang up on me."

And she hangs up. Hm maybe if she didn't hang up she and her boyfriend could have survived. Or maybe she could've flirted her way out of not getting murdered.

Though I guess Stu would've wanted to kill her ass anyway for breaking up with him to be with Steven. But in these movies anything could be possible.

Ah the third phone call. "Yes?"

"I told you to not hang up on me." So menacing.

"What do you want?"

"To talk..." sounding oh so sweet.

And she hung up again. It's like she has literal worms for brain.

Fourth call.

The game begins.

The opening scene ended and I was soon an hour into the movie. It always went by so fast which was a bummer but that meant I was on the right track to watch the next one and hopefully finish the first four movies by 4am.

By the first half hour I grew hot and took the blanket off and leaving it off to the side. More than half of the popcorn was also gone hopefully I had enough for the rest of the movie.

"No please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel!" So fucking iconic.

And Tatum actually had some fight in her!! Although trying to squeeze in the doggy door was not the smartest idea....

After her scene I let out a yawn and wipe my eyes when Billy jumped in front of Stu and Sid and at the exact same time my phone rang, making me jump as well. Jesus.

I grab my phone and see it's from an unknown caller... well I always answer these to fuck with the annoying sales people. "Hello?" I ask and let out another yawn. It was barely midnight why the fuck was I already getting tired?

"Hey there, hm past your bedtime?" A smooth and husky voice teases.

Huh?

"Not at all, just a long day." I say and raise an eyebrow.

This was convenient timing- insane timing. Impeccable....

"But who is this?" I add and look back at my tv not wanting to miss another second of the movie.

I didn't recognize the voice so I knew it wasn't any of my friends, or any of their boysfriends. Hmm...

The voice on the other end of the line chuckles softly. "Oh, come on now. Don't play dumb with me, baby. You know exactly who this is," he says, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's your favorite killer, Ghostface."

I scoff and roll my eyes. A prank call. But sure I'll play along.

"How was I suppose to know hm? You're not using the infamous voice changer.... And you didn't ask me my favorite scary movie." I tease back and bite my lip. There was just no way. I wouldn't get this lucky.

Ghostface lets out a low chuckle, seemingly amused by my response. "You're right, I did forget to ask you that. But I already know the answer to that question, don't I? Your favorite scary movie is me," he says, his voice dripping with confidence making me widen my eyes. "And speaking of things you like, I couldn't help but notice how good you look in that outfit you're wearing right now. It's making it hard for me to focus on anything else," he adds, his tone turning flirtatious.

"Well the scream movies are pretty good.... Top tier for sure..." I say, eyes still wide and unsure if it's real or not.

"And what is it I'm wearing?" I test because there's only one way someone would know, if they were watching me.

"Your Billy Loomis shirt. I gotta say you've got great taste in killers." He says sounding almost cocky.

"And some short shorts. Grey. Y'know it's not nice to tease... you look absolutely delicious." he adds and I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together.

My eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as I feel my heart race. But in the best way possible- holy shit- I was chosen- oh fuck-

Oh my god-

I couldn't fuck this up.

"You gonna come in to find out for yourself?" I ask teasingly and lay back on the couch letting my legs spread on the couch. I pull the ends of my shirt a bit higher up my thigh on purpose.

"Oh, trust me, baby. I'd love nothing more than to come in and find out just how delicious you are," he says, his voice filled with lust. "But unfortunately, I've got other things to take care of right now. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you," he adds, his tone promising.

"Why don't you do something for me instead?" he suggests. "Touch yourself for me. Show me just how wet you are for me."

I squeeze my thighs together yet again and bite my lip. Holy fuck???

Not only is my biggest dream and fantasy happening right now, but his voice was extremely hot and sensual almost... me having a voice kink was helping him out. Wonder if he knew that already...

"Well I'm not wet, yet... definitely turned on I won't deny that." I say and feel my arousal slowly growing. This is all I've ever dreamed of. How did I get so lucky tonight??? All because I didn't go to some frat party? Insanity...

I spread my legs out and make my hand go from squeezing my tits over my shirt to trailing down my stomach. I run a hand up and down my thighs then go down. I rub my slit over my shorts, very softly and let out a shaky breath. My fingers gently rubbing my folds then going up to rub my clit. I let out a moan and lay my head back.

I can't believe this is happening.

His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he speaks. "Mmm, that's it, baby. You look so fucking hot touching yourself for me," he says, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

"I wish I could be there with you, watching you writhe and moan as you pleasure yourself," he adds, his tone filled with desire. "But since I can't, I'll have to settle for just hearing you. Tell me, baby, how does it feel? Are you getting wet for me?"

"Mm you just contradicted yourself Ghostie." I say breathless and chuckle. "you said I look hot but also wish you were here... which is it? Are you in my backyard or no?" I tease and rub my clit faster making me let out a whimper.

I look over at my patio door the shades were off plus it was dark so I knew he could be out there watching me. Or he could have cameras in here...

"Feels so good- mm I haven't had the chance to touch myself all week-" I say breathless and buck my hips against my fingers. I felt my wetness soak through my panties and onto my shorts. Damn.

I grab the waistband of my shorts and pull them down lifting my hips to get them over my ass and then take them off, throwing them on the floor.

My fingers go back into position, two over my clit, gently rubbing the already swollen nub. My biggest fantasy, coming to life. I've been blessed.

Even if he wasn't the real Ghostface (which I highly doubted), a fake Ghostface wouldn't know what the fuck I was wearing. This was the real deal. And he was watching me.

"So wet Ghostie-" I moan and move my panties to the side and spread my lips just in case he was somehow watching. "such a dirty perv wanting to hear me moan... hearing me play with my pretty pussy." I moan and smile. I've never felt so turned on in my life.

He lets out a low chuckle at my teasing making me blush. Every sound he made sounded so hot. "You got me there, baby. I can't help but wish I was there with you, but unfortunately, I'm not in your backyard," he says with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Man...

"But hearing you moan and seeing you touch yourself is almost as good. You're making me so hard, baby," he adds, his voice thick with desire.

I let out a whimper and rub my clit a bit faster, but not enough to make me close.

He groans softly at the sounds of your moans. He knew you would sound good, but not this good. "Mmm, you sound so fucking sexy when you moan like that. I wish I could feel your wetness on my fingers, taste you on my tongue," he says, his words making my arousal spike even higher. "But for now, I'll have to settle for watching you play with yourself. Keep going, baby. Show me just how much you want me."

I nod and grab the top of my panties, lifting my ass up and taking them off throwing them on the floor. I move two fingers over my slit collecting all of my slick juices making me quiver. I haven't been this wet in ages. "ya hear that Ghostie?" I say and swirl my fingers along my folds.

"So wet for you- mmm- just for you-" I purr and let out strings of moans.

He lets out a low growl and I swear I can hear him shift around. "Fuck, baby. You're making me so fucking hard," he says, his tone thick with lust. "I can practically hear how wet you are for me. You're such a dirty little slut, playing with yourself like this," he adds, his words making me moan even louder.

"Keep going, baby. Show me how much you want me, how much you need me," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "Imagine me there with you, watching you touch yourself like this. Imagine my fingers inside you, stretching you open, making you scream my name," he adds, his words sending shivers down my spine again. He was already driving me crazy-

"mmm fuck" I whimper and slip one finger inside. "shit-" I whine and slowly push it inside.

I close my eyes and imagine it's his finger instead of mine, slowly fucking my pussy, teasing me on purpose. "Feels so fucking good~" I moan and buck my hips as I slowly push it deeper.

Ghostface groans at the sound of your moans, his own arousal spiking at the incredible sight of you fingering yourself. "God, I wish that was me inside you," he says almost breathless. "You look so fucking good, baby. I can only imagine how tight and wet you would feel around me," he adds, his words making me whimper.

"Keep fucking yourself for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name when you come," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "Are you close, baby? Do you want to come for me?"

I whimper and slip another finger inside and fuck myself faster. My breathing was getting more rapid and I could hear my juices with every movement. His words were only making me more and more wet for him. So needy. "mmm fuck- s-so close-" I murmur and buck my hips against my fingers.

I open my eyes and leave my phone on speaker leaving my phone on my stomach while I bring my legs up to my chest, trying to hold them with my available hand as I fuck myself. My pussy felt even more tight and I was a whimpering mess. "I wanna cum for you Ghostie-" I purr and fuck myself faster feeling cream slowly drip down to my asshole.

He lets out a low growl of desire at the sound of your words. He knew his girl would enjoy this, he knew how much a dirty girl you'd be for him."Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder. I wanna see you shaking," he adds, his tone becoming more urgent, almost needy.

The sound of your wetness and the sight of you fingering yourself so desperately is driving him wild with need. He can't help but imagine himself inside you, stretching you open and making you scream for more. He needed to be inside you. "I'm so close, baby. I can feel it," he says, his voice becoming more ragged. "Cum with me, baby. Let's come together," he adds, sounding breathless as I could hear him, stroking himself.

Holy fuck- he's been jerking off the whole time? That thought alone almost sent me to the edge.

I add a third finger in and fuck myself harder, feeing myself clench on my own fingers. I let out a mewl and multiple whimpers as more of a mixture of wetness and cream leak out of my pussy. I felt my orgasm approach quickly in my lower abdomen and I go harder curling my fingers up, reaching my g spot with every pump. I come undone and feel my entire body shake. I let out screams of his new given nickname and whimpers as I ride my high.

I bring my legs down slowly and try to calm my breathing down, thighs still shaking but I can't help all the heat the rushed to my face.

"Fuck! Oh my god... that was so good-" I whimper out and slowly take my fingers out letting the mess I made leak out of me.

He groans at the sound of your orgasm, his own cum dripping from his cock and onto his thighs at the sight of you coming apart for him. "Fuck, baby. That was so fucking hot," he says as he was catching his breath. "I wish I could have been there to see you come undone like that," he adds, his tone filled with longing.

"You're such a dirty little slut, coming so hard for me," he says, his words making me whimper. "I want to hear you come for me again. And again. And again," he adds, his tone becoming more urgent.

"You're mine now, baby. You belong to me," he says, his possessiveness evident in his voice.

I whimper and squeeze my thighs together. "So you're not gonna come in here to fuck me? Look how much I came just from hearing your voice." I whine and then a smile spreading my lips at my last sentence, I was absolutely drenched.

"Mmm all yours Ghostie." I say and gently dip a finger back onto my folds to get a taste. I lift my finger to my mouth and suck on my own juices.

"As much as I would love to come in there and fuck you, pretty girl, I've got other things to take care of," he says, his tone filled with slight annoyance. "But don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to play together," he adds, his tone now sounding promising.

I pout and suck the remains of my arousal from my fingers. "a shame...."

He groans softly at the sight of you tasting your own juices. "Mmm, you're so dirty, baby. I love it," he purrs making my heart flutter.

"Are you still wet for me? Do you want to come again?" he asks, his tone becoming more demanding.

"I might just have to go back to my room and use a dildo- I wanna be filled..." I say and try to sit up without making more of a mess but it was inevitable considering I was still leaking. I stand up and pick up my panties and put them back on. Sure those will also get stained but it's fine....

His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he speaks. "Mmm, I wish I could be there to fill you up, baby. I bet you would look so fucking pretty with my cock buried deep inside you," he says, his words making my heart race and my pussy even more needy, desperate. "But since I can't be there, you'll just have to use your imagination. Pretend it's me inside you," he says making me whine.

"Touch yourself for me again, baby. Give me a show..." he says as I felt my slickness leak to my panties. That was fast. "I want to hear you come for me again. Over and over again," he teases and I feel my eyes flutter.

"Can do ghostie." I say and quickly turn the tv off before heading to the stairs. I go up quickly and open my bedroom door.

I walk over to my chest of toys and pick my thickest dildo. A solid eight inches and a good two inches wide. It always felt so fulfilling.

I sit on my bed putting my phone down for a second and take my stained panties off and also take my shirt off, throwing them both on the floor. "Are you gonna watch hm? Thought you had stuff to attend to..." I tease as I kiss the tip of my dildo, leaving my phone near me as I move to lay down on my stomach.

"Oh, I'm definitely watching, baby. I wouldn't miss the sight of you fucking yourself with that dildo for anything," he says, his tone thick with lust. "I might have things to do, but you're too beautiful to ignore," he whispers and I feel myself melt. His voice was so pretty.

He moans softly at the sight of you kissing the tip of your dildo. Oh how badly he needed your mouth on his cock- licking up all his leftover cum and taking him deep in your throat. "Mmm, that's it, baby," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "I want to see you take that dildo deep inside you. Show me how much you can take. You'll need the practice pretty girl." He says and I widen my eyes.

How big was he? Oh god-

"Dirty perv. Do you have cameras in here?" I tease and giggle.

I feel myself getting more wet at the thought.. I mean he's definitely watching me somehow....

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You'll never know." he taunts letting out a chuckle, his words making me shiver with anticipation.

I lift my hips before moving my dildo down to slowly rub against my soaked folds. "fuck-"

I sit up again and position it only letting the tip inside. "Oh god- s-so thick-" I whine and lift myself up, not able to take it. Has it really been that long?

He grunts at the sight of you rubbing the dildo against your soaked folds. It was a sight he'd never grow tired of seeing. "Mmm, you look so fucking hot with that dildo in your hand," he says as I was barely able to hear him stroking himself again. "Take it slow, baby. I want to see you savor every inch of that dildo. Make it feel good inside you"

"Are you still tight for me, baby? I bet you are. You'll have to work that dildo in slowly. Make it stretch you open to prepare for mine." he teased and I feel like passing out.

I nod and slowly lower myself down on it. I was struggling but was slowly able to take it, it was still huge inside me, absolutely stretching me out. I felt my legs shake a bit and I was barely about to be halfway and I was already feeling full. "Don't fucking stop." he growls and I moan.

"Mm Ghostie I need your cock- I wanna ride you... wanna feel you fill my pussy..." I mumble and slowly go up and down.

"God, you're so fucking hot when you're so desperate and needy," he growls making me widen my eyes. "Keep going, baby. I want to hear you moan for me."

He lays his head back, his hands stroking his dick at the same pace as you were fucking yourself, admiring the way your body is shaking with pleasure. "That's it, baby. Ride that dildo like it's me. Imagine it's my cock inside you, stretching you open," he moans out then lets out a groan. "I want to see you come for me again, baby. Show me how much you need my cock." He snarls and I hear the wet noises again. Fuck.

I slam down on it and let out desperate little noises. "Shit-" I moan out and hold the bottom of it while I move my hips up and down on it.

"A- mmm- fuck-" I moan out, the little pain I felt before being gone and now being overwhelmed with pure pleasure.

He knew you'd look even prettier, even sexier on his lap riding his cock. Moaning for him, clenching on him, cumming while he's deep inside you. "That's it, baby. You look so fucking sexy riding that dildo," he says his stroking sounds getting louder. "You're so wet for me right now aren't you? I can practically hear you dripping," he adds, his words making me clench against the dildo. Oh fuck-

I let out a whimper and fuck myself faster on it. Lord it was so big- who knew I could take it- I just needed some motivation. The right motivation.

"Keep going, baby. I want to see you come again. I need to see you come," he says, his tone becoming demanding again. "You're mine now, baby. You belong to me," he adds, his possessiveness evident in his voice.

I whimper and nod. I felt so dumb, I couldn't think, all I could do was ride my dildo and moan hearing all his sweet dirty nothings. I let out moans as I ride it and go faster but can't form a singular sentence. I wonder if this was how it was gonna be when he fucked me, until I was completely dumb for him.

He stroked himself faster, the sight of you riding the dildo so desperately, helping his hunger for you. He can practically feel your wetness through the phone, and it's driving him wild with need. He needed you. Oh he wanted nothing more than to be deep inside you right now. His cock was twitching in his hands thinking about it. "That's it, baby. Ride it harder. Be a good girl for me." he says, his voice thick with lust.

"I bet you would look so fucking pretty with me inside you. I can't wait to see you come apart for me," he adds, his words making you shiver, wanting it so badly. "Keep going, baby. I want to see you come endless amount of times." he breathes out, the sounds of his hand on his cock making me go crazy.

I feel my orgasm approach in my stomach again but this time it was faster. I moved my body, fucked myself harder as I was getting closer and closer. "p-please- fuck- please let me cum-" I whimper and feel like my legs were made of jelly.

"C-can I know your real name- I- mm I wanna moan it when I cum." I ask as my eyes fluttered shut but I continued my pace, my pussy gripping it perfectly.

He grunts at the sound of your pleading, he felt himself getting close to cumming as well. God how much he wanted to cum deep inside you. "Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he moans out breathlessly. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder," he adds, his voice driving you closer to the edge.

At the sound of your question, Ghostface hesitates for a moment before finally giving in. He really did wanna hear you moan his name, especially while you cum plus he'd have to tell you it eventually for when he does get the chance to pound into you and he'd make sure all your neighbors knew who you belonged to.

"My name is Miguel," he answers softly. "Now cum for me, baby. Scream my name. I wanna see you make a pretty mess for me."

I whimper as I fuck myself on it, going faster while also trying to go all the way down. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder. Show me how much you want - no show me how much you need me to fuck you," he corrects himself letting out a handful of moans, stroking himself even faster.

"F-Fuck- Miguel- mmm you'd be fucking me so good- fuck your cock would make me- shit!" I moan out and clench against the dildo my pace slowing down as I was right there.

He groans as he hears you moaning his name, his own orgasm building rapidly. He was gonna imagine he was cumming on your perfect tits or ass. Or deep inside you. He wanted to breed you so much. Pull out and watch it all leak out. He was so ready to plan his next move, the perfect meetup. The perfect reveal. Especially knowing how much of a fan you were, you'd appreciate it. "That's it, baby. You look so fucking hot when you're coming apart for me," he moans and I hear his cock. God I needed it. "Cum with me, baby. Let's come together again, my love." He groans and I let go.

I let out screams of his name, sweat forming on my forehead, legs shaking so much, my cream slowly making its way down my dildo as I whimpered slowly riding my high again.

Miguel lets out moans and grunts at the sound of your screams, his own orgasm hitting him hard. His cum shooting up to his stomach and landing on his land and thighs. He moaned your name as he came undone, so happy he was finally able to do this with you. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking perfect." he says trying to catch his breath. "I wish I could be there to see you covered in sweat, writhing in pleasure," he adds and I feel my legs shake.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, his voice becoming more gentle. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you," he says, his tone filled with praise. "You're such a good girl for me," he adds, his tone becoming more affectionate.

I feel myself blush as my breathing calmed down and I let out a drunken smile. "Just and only for you." I purr as I slowly lift myself off the dildo.

"That was.... Incredible." I say as the dildo slips out of my pussy with a 'pop'.

"Thank you Miguel." I whisper sweetly and sit up grabbing my dildo and putting it on my bedside table.

I grab my phone and place it down next to my pillow as I lay down on my bed and feel my breathing come back to normal.

"You were incredible, baby. I could watch you come for me all day," he murmurs softly, "Thank you for letting me watch," he whispers and I giggle.

I really nailed like four different fantasies and kinks into one singular night....

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, his voice becoming more affectionate and caring. "You're such a good girl for me, baby. I can't wait to see you again."

I felt my cheeks grow warm and I tried to hide a smile creeping onto my face. He wanted to see me. God it’d be better face to face...

"Until then, keep thinking of me. Keep imagining me inside you. Let me live in your wet dreams." he adds, his words making me squeezing my thighs.

He hangs up the phone, leaving me alone with my thoughts and memory filled of my intense phone sex session with Ghostface.

Miguel lets out a sigh and wipes the sweat beads from his forehead as he looks down at the mess he made. So much cum. More than usual. Obviously since he finally decided to call you and knew you'd be his perfect final girl. You were such a good girl for him. Just as he had predicted. He looks up at his laptop in front of him, looking at the screen of you in your bed with a smile on your pretty flushed face.

He takes one final look at your pretty face and cute reaction before closing his laptop and pulls his pants up. He pulls his robe down and grabs his laptop before standing up and carefully opening the door. He takes a small peek outside to see the backyard of your house and slips out of the old shed quickly. It was completely vacant and he knew you were in bed, dad was on a business trip, and mom was still at work.

He slips through the side and got to the front of your house pulling his mask down as he looked up at your window already anticipating for when he'll slip through the window to fuck his girl senseless.

[win-writes]

helloo!! Can I request prompt 3, fluff with Dazai? take care and keep hydrated!

୭ ˚ 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 3: “𝘕𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳”

༶ pairing; dazai x reader

༶ contains; fluff, cuddles, kisses, clingy dazai

༶ a/n; stay hydrated as well sweetie!! tysm for requesting, hope you like it<3

A soft pair of lips places what seemed to be the hundredth kiss on your cheek, finally waking you up. You open your eyelids, only to be met with his brown orbs staring ever so lovingly into your eyes. You give him a soft smile, too lazy to bother talking for now.

"Good morning belladonna" he whispers, kissing your nose playfully. You lean closer and bury your face into his chest, looking for the kind of warmth only your lover's body can provide you. Dazai chuckles at your adorable reaction "Someone's remarkably clingy today" he pulls you closer to his form, gently caressing your back.

"What time is it?" you murmur as you let a yawn escape your lips. "Don't worry about it love, we still got time" he replies and you just know he didn't even check the time, "Osamu" your boyfriend doesn't fail to notice the change in your tone, "Come on now baby, relax" he kisses the top of your head, trying his best to convince you to stay in bed with him.

You turn around, stretching your hand to grab on your phone, sitting on the nightstand behind you, while Dazai's hands never loose their grip on your waist. Your eyes widen upon seeing the numbers 7:30 on full display in your lockscreen, "Osamu we're gonna be late!" you shout at the brunette, who's clearly unbothered that he's running late for work yet another time, "Hmm no fair, i was patiently waiting for you to wake up and instead of rewarding me with morning cuddles, you're abandoning me for work?" he complains in a melodramatic tone, placing a kiss at the nape of your neck. Despite his tempting offers to keep you in bed, you attempt to break free from Dazai's strong arms, without accomplishing much, "Baby i'm really not looking to get fired today"

"No, don't leave yet, let's stay like this for a little longer"

You hear your boyfriends dramatic whines as he pulls you closer to his warm body, with his face buried into your neck. It's been a while since you've seen Dazai being so clingy and desperately seeking for your affections and the fact that your busy schedules didn't allow you to have moments like this lately, made it even harder for you to resist his loving touch.

"I guess.." you finally break the silence while turning back around to face your lover "I could call in sick for today" Dazai's eyes lighten up like a kid who was just granted his favorite toy, "Oh no!" he sarcastically declares before pressing his lips against yours, pecking them gently "I guess I have to stay and nurse you then, hmm?"

[crimeronan]

hym @robobee made/found these for me as a "congrats on the off-the-charts antibodies" gift and i am STILL giggling. VERY tempted to make the first one my phone lockscreen.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 26]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"Wait, wait, wait. Hwa hyung! Look at this!" Wooyoung yelled. You yelped, clawing at Wooyoung to lower his volume and return you your phone. But the cheeky boy held the phone far away from you, preventing you from reaching it.

"What is it?" Seonghwa walked over as he was drying his hands. You yelled out protests at Wooyoung.

"It's nothing!" You denied. Wooyoung smirked and handed your phone over to Seonghwa. Seeing the commotion, Jongho curiously came over to see too.

"You're lucky there are no customers now with the way you two are yelling." Jongho clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Just give me my phone back." You growled.

"Look at the wallpaper, hyung. It's not you anymore. Little sneak thought she could change her home wallpaper and we won't see it." Wooyoung giggled.

"The lockscreen is still Hwa! You know what, I don't even know why I bother to explain myself." You rolled your eyes.

Your home screen wallpaper was the picture of you and Yunho looking at each other, the candid photo that the aquarium staff took at the underwater tunnel. It was a cute photo and you really liked it so you set it as your home wallpaper to have more privacy since you weren't officially dating yet.

"It's a cute photo. But I got to admit, it hurts." Seonghwa feigned hurt, holding his heart. You snatched your phone back, tucking it into your pocket.

"Well, live with it. You're tempting me to change my lockscreen photo too." You glared at them.

"I didn't do anything. You can set me." Jongho smiled.

"You spectated and did nothing to stop them. So that's just as bad in my book." You shot at him. You marched over to your station to continue your work.

"All you guys do is bully and tease me now." You pouted. Internally, you didn't mind it, you were used to their antics.

"Oh, come on, jagiya. You know we do it because we love you. We're happy for you and Yunho, really." Wooyoung said, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing his cheek against yours. You had a flat look on your face.

"I told you to stop calling her that. She's not your jagi and all the more, you shouldn't call her that when Yunho is around." Seonghwa scolded the younger.

"But you and Yunho aren't official yet, right? He hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend." Jongho asked.

"Yeah. We've been out on dates but we're taking it slow. We don't want to rush into anything too quickly." You said.

"And that's okay." Wooyoung squeezed your hand with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek. You made a face but appreciated the understanding and patience all the boys had for you.

"Alright, back to work." You said, patting Wooyoung's back.

"Don't think you guys are off the hook. I'll get my revenge." You squinted your eyes, turning back to your batter.

"Good morning, everyone." Yunho came in with a smile. The others boys greeted him in return but you back was to him. As usual, he flocked over to you, standing by your side with the biggest grin on his face. But to his dismay you just ignored him. You didn't greet him back like you always do.

"(y/n). Are you alright?" He pouted. All you did was side eye him, giving him a look. Straightening back up, he blinked in confusion, wondering why you gave him a stink eye.

"Relax, Yunho. It's not your fault." Seonghwa voiced out while Wooyoung and Jongho snickered.

"Yes, how could you ever be mean to this cute face?" Wooyoung came, squishing Yunho's cheeks, making the taller stunned.

"The fact that you have to tip toe to reach his face." You raised an eyebrow. Wooyoung's jaw dropped and Yunho couldn't help but laugh, gently removing Wooyoung's hands.

"Ooh, she got you there, hyung." Jongho chimed.

"Shut up!" Wooyoung scolded. You sighed and went to move your sheets of cake into the oven.

"So, what did they do that got you angry?" Yunho asked worriedly, cornering you by the walk in fridge. You raised an eyebrow at him. He looked so pitiful your heart couldn't help but melt at him.

"It's nothing, Yunho. Really. They're just messing around like always." You replied, a soft smile on your face as you squeezed his hand. Yunho nodded with a smile, leaning down to give you a brief hug. The height gave you a chance to pat his head.

"Hey, hey. No fraternising in here." Seonghwa called. You rolled your eyes and pulled away.

"By the way, did you tell him about next Friday yet?" Your best friend reminded. You facepalmed and shook your head.

"Tell me what?"

"I completely forgot. So, I know Friday is busy but Hwa and I have some... thing... to attend. Can't really get out of it. But we have two friends that will come in and take over for the day." You informed.

"Oh. So you won't be in at all?" Yunho clarified. You turned to Seonghwa, who nodded his head.

"I'm sorry, Yunho. Trust me, if we could get out of it, we would." You sighed. Seeing you so frustrated, Yunho didn't push it further.

"Don't worry about it, I know it's not your fault. We'll manage, it's just one day." He smiled, showing you his understanding. You nodded with a hum and went back to the kitchen.

"Anyway Wooyoung and Jongho will still be here to guide the chefs. They'll be the ones to plan the menu and everything so you can liaise with them if you'd like." You told him. Yunho nodded and patted your back reassuringly. Maybe he'll ask you about it later, when it is just the two of you alone.

"Hello." San, Yeosang, Hongjoong and Mingi came in, reporting for work. You all greeted them back.

"Oh, Mingi. Hang on." You stopped the taller male. Mingi froze in his tracks, turning to you in confusion. You went to the locker room and came out with a tray.

"This is Swiss braided bread called Butterzopf. But I changed the recipe to use brown sugar instead. I remember you said you liked brown sugar bread." You said, handing it to him.

"Wow, it smells so good. And it's still warm." Mingi nearly drooled all over the bread.

"Yeah, it came out of the oven just this morning before I came to work. I hope you like it, something new." You informed.

"I know I will like it. I love bread. Thank you, (y/n)." Mingi grinned and wrapped an arm around you to give you a side hug. Honestly, he was just excited to eat the bread.

"What about me? I like bread too." Yunho voiced out.

"I'll make it for you again. Or you could take some from Mingi's loaf?" You tilted your head.

"Yeah, no way. I'm not sharing my bread." Mingi scoffed, hugging the tray to his body to show his possessiveness. You laughed at the two of them and went back to help your team. Yunho frowned, why did you make bread for Mingi and not him?

"Work time." Mingi declared and went out to help San set up the barista counter for the morning. Yunho also went to get the store front ready for opening, keeping his eye on Mingi the whole time.

"What did you do to him?" San nudged Mingi, asking in a soft voice.

"Nothing. I only got bread from (y/n)." Mingi stated. San's eyebrows raised, hearing Mingi's words.

"Oh, so that's why he's all uptight." San chuckled.

"What do you mean? It's just bread. If he wants, he can just (y/n) to make him a loaf too." The taller scoffed, totally not understanding why Yunho was moody.

"Mingi ah, it's more than just bread. He's jealous." San laid it out for him.

"Jealous of my bread?" Mingi tilted his head.

"What? No... I- He's jealous that (y/n) did something nice for you and you only. You know he likes her and they aren't officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet. So he sees you as potential competition for (y/n)'s attention and in this case, affection." San sighed as he tried to explain it to Mingi.

"Oh... But I don't like (y/n), not in that way, at least. I just like that she makes delicious food and bread." Mingi shrugged.

"Doesn't matter to him. You still stole (y/n)'s attention away from him." San nodded over to Yunho, who was now counting the money with such fervour and a frown on his face.

"His possessive puppy side is really showing." Yeosang leaned against the counter, having overheard the two.

"True." Hongjoong joined in with a chuckle.

"What?" Yunho's head shot up. The 4 shook theirs heads, returning back to their tasks. As usual, you came out with a tray of the treats going out today and gave it to the boys to have for breakfast.

"Thank you, I was starving!" Yeosang exclaimed, taking a bite of the pastry and melting at the taste.

"Don't choke." You laughed, giving a small wave and heading back to the kitchen.

"Oh, by the way, we're ready for service. Could we get some hands to bring out the stuff?" You poked your head back out. Hongjoong and Yeosang went to help while Yunho slipped to the back. He avoided everyone, going out the backdoor. But you weren't there.

"BOO!"

"AH!" Yunho screamed and jumped, holding his heart, fearing for a heart attack. You couldn't help but laugh, having to support yourself by holding onto your knees.

"You should have seen your face! That was the highlight of my day!" You said in between your laughs, trying to catch your breath.

"Not funny." Yunho mumbled with a pout. Hongjoong came out to see what all the screaming was.

"We're fine, hyung. (y/n) just jump scared me." Yunho complained. Hongjoong nodded and retreated back, not wanting to be involved in whatever was going on between you and Yunho.

"I'm glad I made you laugh." Yunho rolled his eyes.

"You sure did." You smiled. Yunho sighed and took a seat on the step while you took the space beside him.

"(y/n), will you tell me what's happening next Friday that got you so upset?" Yunho suddenly asked. You didn't reply, trying to process his question and think of an answer to give him. Of course, Yunho could sense that you were upset. He was just that observant, especially when it came to you.

"It's really nothing, Yunho. Just some cushy family event thing. That's why Seonghwa's going. His family will be there too." You sighed, leaning against him arm.

"Oh..." Was all he could say.

"I just don't like events like that. It's unnecessarily... stuffy. To say the least." You groaned.

Yunho remembered during your first date, how you indirectly told him your relationship with your stepmother and stepbrother wasn't all that good too. No wonder you didn't want to go.

"Well, do you... need a date?" He almost winced as he asked. He didn't think it would come out sounding so... direct?

"Oh, Yunho, I-"

"It's nothing serious. I know we're still just going on dates. I offered... in case it can help in some way? I don't know. Maybe having a date would take the heat off you...?" He blabbered as he tried to explain to you why he asked.

"You're too sweet, Yunho. Thank you. But I'll save you the torture of meeting my family and that crowd for now." You smiled gratefully, squeezing his hand.

"Okay. If you change your mind, you can always ask me. You know I'll help you with whatever you need." He rest his head against yours.

"I know." You giggled and pecked his cheek before standing up and just leaving him there, stunned.

"H-Hey!" Yunho burst into the kitchen, causing all eyes to fall on him curiously. He saw you silently snickering in your corner by the mixer while he gre embarrassed.

"Sorry, carry on." He cleared his throat and went out to the front.

"You're having too much fun bullying him. He's so nice and you're being a meanie." Wooyoung scolded.

"Can't help it. He's too adorable not to." You shrugged. Then you stopped, eyes widening as you realised how you just admitted that out loud to the others in the room. Seonghwa stifled a laugh, hiding behind his hand. You facepalmed, turning away so you wouldn't have to face any of them.

"I need a nap." You massaged your temples. All four of you finished up your bakes for the day, you and Jongho started on the prep for dinner while Seonghwa and Wooyoung did the clearing up.

"Oh, I need to check we have enough rock salt for the salt baked chicken tonight." Jongho said.

"We'll pick some up if we need." You told him.

"There's too much mirepoix to chop. Use the food processor." Seonghwa advised. Jongho helped you set the machine up and you cut the vegetables into sections.

"Mirepoix is only for the chowder tonight, right?" You confirmed as you fed the celery, carrot and onions through the machine.

"Yeah. Tomorrow, we'll need the holy trinity (celery, onions, green bell peppers) for the gumbo." Wooyoung said.

"That reminds me, we haven't got any andouille sausage for the gumbo. We need to go pick some up. And only that butcher across town brings it in. We should make time to drive down today or tomorrow afternoon." Jongho suggested.

"I still have some in my freezer. It should be enough for what we need." You raised your hand.

"I want you guys to rest during the afternoons. There's no need to drive across town for it. Just take the ones in my freezer first, I don't have a plan for them anyway." You added.

"Okay, when we come for dinner service tonight, we'll bring it to keep it here so you don't have to carry them." Wooyoung nodded.

"How are we doing the chickens?" Jongho asked.

"We should bake them whole then give half per dish. Minimzie contact between the meat and the salt. Only carve them when we're serving." Seonghwa said.

"Yeah, let's go that. I want to do haricot vert, tossed in a pan with garlic chips." You informed.

"What greens are we doing with the stuffed pork tenderloin? We are stuffing it with spinach, gruyere and walnuts." Wooyoung asked.

"I think we should do a side salad instead of cooked greens since there is already spinach in the pork. Let's do watercress salad, we'll toss it lightly in a balsamic vingerette. Use a more aged balsamic because the watercress can be quite sharp. I want the natural sweetness to cut that." You said.

"Sounds good." Wooyoung wrote down your words in his phone to remember it for later. You all began to brainstorm on the Korean dish that you will be cooking.

"We have Korean red snapper. Wrap that fillets with the soy pickled perilla leaves and steam it?" You thought out loud.

"Dot small cubes of sesame tofu around that?" Seonghwa added. You nodded, liking his suggestion.

"We need texture though. Snapper is meaty but fish and tofu is soft. I suggest cucumber kimchi. Crunch with spice." Jongho added. You gave him a thumbs up.

"Are we still doing lasagna?" You checked.

"Yes. Plus, we can prep the lasagna components and just construct it before throwing it into the oven later." Seonghwa said.

"Alright. Let's do that and head home to rest. Get the pasta sauce we did yesterday." You clapped your hands. Seonghwa and you did the lasagna while Wooyoung and Jongho did the other prep that needed to be done for tonight.

"Two trays should be enough for now." Seonghwa said. You nodded and moved the trays to the walk in.

"We're done here." Wooyoung threw his hands up in relief. You all grabbed your things, you dropped by the front to say goodbye to the other boys.

"I'll see you all tonight." You waved to them. They all waved back with smiles. Yunho followed you back to the kitchen.

"Rest well." He smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You nodded and he hugged you tightly.

"You rest well too." You said. Yunho hummed and even kissed the top of your head. He let you go and you went to Wooyoung's car so he could drop you back at home.

"Wow, a kiss on the head. I see progression~" Wooyoung whistled as you climbed into the passenger seat.

"Shut up." You cleared your throat and looked away.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, jagiya. You're both shy in your own, different way, it's rather cute to see you two together." He chuckled as he drove. You let out a soft sigh, staring out the window. Seonghwa drove to drop Jongho home before returning to his own place. Wooyoung would stay with you.

After he parked, you both went upstairs and you showered in your own bathroom while Wooyoung used the guest bathroom. You used a hairdryer to dry your hair quickly.

"You're so cute with your plushies, jagi." Wooyoung chuckled, standing at the other side of the bed.

"Just get in. I want to sleep." You yawned.

"Shall I call Yunho to come cuddle you?" He grinned. You looked up at him, squinting your eyes to shoot him a glare.

"You know what? Maybe you should. And while you're at it, sleep in the guest bedroom. I don't even want you sleeping in my bed." You turned around so you faced away from him.

"I'm sorry, jagi. You know I'm teasing." He wrapped his arms around you to pull you to his side.

"Seonghwa hyung told us that next Friday is that gala ball thing." Wooyoung said.

"Mhmm, we always try to get out of it but it's tough. Plus, my stepbrother isn't around so all the more, I am expected to be there. I'm sorry to leave you and Jongho on one of our busiest days. We have two chefs coming in to take over though." You sighed.

"Nothing for you to apologise for, jagi. We know you don't want to be there. And, we've worked with other chefs before, nothing out of the ordinary." He chuckled.

"You and Jongho will be in charge though. Deciding the menu items and being the point of contact." You added.

"Don't worry about us, we'll handle it." He stroked your cheek.

"Worrying about you guys keeps my mind off the impending doom. It keeps me distracted rather than overthinking about what is to come." You giggled in response.

"Well, you still have a week so keep your mind off it for now. But right in this instance, sleep." He told you.

"Yunho... offered to go with me... But... he doesn't know what my family is like and I didn't want to subject him to that." You said.

"Maybe it's for the best. It'll be less stressful on you as well. You already have a lot on your plate. Yunho's intentions are good and you guys have a good thing going. Don't let your dad and stepmom ruin it for you." Wooyoung agreed with your decision. You hummed, Wooyoung was right.

"I wish it was my mom there. I'd have no hesitation in introducing her to Yunho, even if we aren't official yet. She'd love him and his large appetite." You smiled.

"You can still introduce him to her. When you're ready, bring him to visit her and pay respects." He suggested.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll do that soon." You closed your eyes and let out a long exhale as you leaned against Wooyoung and let sleep consume you.

~

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[onlinekitsune]

#HYPEBOY: you're my chemical hype boy ♡

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon x gn! reader, playful teasing and sfw affection, no established relationship but a lot of flirting, no warnings! sfw, not proofread

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: you're a good student, or at least you try to be!! daily lectures with lucifer weren't worth not trying to improve. but even when you dedicate days to studying, the one unfortunately charming demon interrupts just to tempt you to sneak out and party. is it worth just one more little lecture? or will you finally put your foot down to improve?

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hehe hiiii.... i am back from the dead whoops,, sorry for taking my sweet time on this!! i hit an kinda?? writer's block and some other not epic mental illness moments but here's the first part!! title inspired by the newjean's song bc it's what i was listening to!! i made the poll for a week but might cut it short depending!! i didn't really want it to be a day but we only get the two extremes (rip) i hope you enjoy!! i apologize for being a bit rusty!!

“Oi, human!” Mammon yelled, barging into your room. It wasn’t unusual for him to come in without any thought to knock or announce that he was coming in. You were just thankful it’d been times where you were presentable. He flopped down onto your bed, bouncing your books and papers slightly. You let out a small huff, before looking at him. “Watcha say ‘bout goin’ out tonight? Huh?” he added, stretching himself out onto your bed. 

“Mm.. tonight? Can’t.” you muttered, with the end of your pen in your mouth. You tried to return your focus on your book but was interrupted by a whine. Mammon swooped your books and tossed them on your table. “Mammon… stop acting like a child.” 

“You’re really gonna just stay in… and study? When you could be out and partyin’ with the coolest demon’s in the Devildom?” Mammon smirked, returning onto your bed. You roll your eyes, knowing that he wouldn’t stop unless you entertained him at least a little.

“Coolest demons? Who’s going?” 

“Am I not enough for ya to go?” he pouted, resting his head on your knee. You gave him a look and booped his nose. “Fine. It’s me, your favorite. Asmodeus. He was tryin’ to convince Beel to join us. Belphie and Levi are obviously out. Satan might also join?” 

“Aren’t you going to ask Lucifer?” you joked, twirling a strand of Mammon’s hair between your fingers. He was hesitant at first, until he realized you were only just joking. “We have an exam tomorrow, you know? There’s no way that Lucifer is letting anyone out tonight. You should be studying! Like moi, being a prestigious student!” you gloated, framing your hands around your jaw.

“Ya, prestigious enough to get ya a lecture from Lucifer, huh?” 

Mammon was quick to shoot you down. You did intend to spend the night studying, but the exciting adrenaline of sneaking out was tempting you. You dumped the rest of your supplies onto your nightstand. Your fingers absentmindedly went back to Mammon’s hair, debating on if you were going to go to that party. “When’s the party?”

“So ya decided to go?” he beamed, going to grab his phone. You snatched it out of his hand, stopping him right in his tracks. You’d known better to give Mammon a vague answer when other people were involved. He’d drag you into it, even if you were still debating on it.

“I’m still thinking. Don’t you dare text Asmo, yet.” you replied. As you were going to hand him his phone back, a notification lit up the screen. You noticed that his lockscreen was an image of the two of you together. It was during that rare time you modeled with him. You’d be lying if that didn’t make you feel a particular way. “Cute lock screen, who’s the cutie on the left?” You teased.

Mammon’s beaming smile fell apart in seconds becoming a blushing mess. “M-Me, of course! The handsomest demon in the Devildom!”

You let out a chuckle, as you point back at his screen. Revealing to him that it was you, that was on the left. That only made his face blush ten times more. 

“Lefts, rights, whatever! That ain’t fair! You’re cheatin’ little sheep!!” He pouted. You squished his face and smirked. 

“How would that even be considered cheating? You silly demon.” you purred, leaning towards him. Your face was close enough to see his pupils dilate as soon as you moved your face towards his. Mammon slid beneath you and managed to toss you on your back. A move you weren’t at all expecting, but you admired his boldness. Mammon inched forward, putting you in an opposite position from the one just a few seconds ago.

“It just is darlin’... you know I'm not good with my lefts and rights.” he insinuated, pursing his lips. You tossed your head to the side and let the sly smile on your face do the talking. Your hands reached up to grab his white t-shirt he had on. The neckline was swooping low, allowing you to take a glance at his mildly chiseled chest. “Oi, my eyes are up here ya know.”

“Hmph. Now you’re cheating. You’re a model, not fair!”

“You don’t gotta be a model to be a distraction sweet thing, you should know that already.” Mammon uttered, directly in your ear. You could feel your face instantly flush. You didn’t really know what had gotten into him, but you weren’t really complaining. He pulled away and remade contact with your eyes. You lifted your body slight, leaning all your body weight on your elbows. Your nose touched his. The silence in the room was almost deafening by the ringing in your ears. Nothing in this moment matter or even made itself aware. You were too focus on the contact you had with this demon. His hands rested on your hips, making you crave for more. The physical affection was intoxicating and you couldn’t help but need more. Just a little bit more.

“Well. Are you just gonna stare at me all day or kiss me?” you whined. Mammon laughed, tossing his head down. You scrunch your nose in response. He was definitely playing hard to get, which was your usual move. Mammon regained his composure and went to kiss you. But was instead met with your hand blocking his pathway. “Nope. Changed my mind since you want to tease me.” you smirked.

“C’mon sweetheart, let me make it up to you.” He sighed, slightly muffled from your hand. “You want this kiss as bad as I do. Don’t ya even say different, it’s written’ all over your face.” You sigh, rolling your eyes to the side. He wasn’t wrong. You did want this stupid kiss. You let your hand drift from his lips slowly and made way to grasp his cheek. Your heart pounded as the two of you made way towards each other.

“Hey! Mammon!!! I’ve been texting you for thirty minutes! I hunted for you everywhere, just to see you’re in here bothering them. I got Satan to go, did you at least do your part?” a voice yelled from the door. It was Asmodeus.

[panoralis]

⋆⠀⠀RAISE OUR GLASSES.⠀⠀ ┉ ⠀⠀ DECEMBER 2021

“⠀⠀ AND IN THE END, even saints can admit her fault was staring through the wrong shade of lenses. ⠀⠀”

STARRING.   hwang haein .. bang chan .. mention of kalaya cherinsuk and hwang gyuri

CW(S).   arguments, possible toxic mindset (particularly when it comes to work and personal relationships), initial refusal to accept accountability, swearing, emotional injuries

MONA SAYS.   welcome to the mini trilogy i unofficially title ‘the happiest girls’ !! i’ve had this planned for a while now then ended up writing this at like.. google docs said 1:08 a.m. slides that out of the way let’s just go with early. also yes, the formats are inspired inspired by fiixion’s ocs and moirtre ♡

UNKNOWN, 10:03 P.M: can you meet me here? UNKNOWN, 10:03 P.M: haein, i don’t want us to dissolve so easily UNKNOWN, 10:03 P.M: please give me this chance

haein swears she blocked his number. but in this universe, she doesn’t have the power to enforce the same command on his manager. it’s not a surprise anymore—he’s clearly mastered the art of finding loopholes.

without the bustling students weaving between the machineries of the arcade, or kids accidentally knocking people’s legs during their endeavor to get on the little rides, it doesn’t take long for haein to find him. he’s so predictable; silently leaning against the wall beside the photo booth. 

..seven, eight, nine.

it takes the anxious man seven flashes of his lockscreen, eight deep breaths, and nine flicks across the space before his gaze finally catches her. knowing him too well, haein can see the specks of relief that shimmer upon his cocoa-tinted irises. was he truly so worried that she wouldn’t show up like he desperately expected?

funny.

“you came..” the words barely squeeze past bang chan’s lips. his impulsive thoughts kick in; strongly tempting him to hug her. “you’re here-”

“-to officially put an end to this.”

haein can’t remember the last time she let her professional persona bleed into her personal life. clearly, neither does the male idol, for the hope in his face is ruthlessly erased. he can strain his muscles as much as he wants—the corners of his lips won’t reach his dimples. 

just this once, she’ll let him grasp her arm and lead her to the vacant space between the photo booth and row of motorcycle racer stimulators. while she wants to nip the bud and return home already, the last thing anyone needs is a scandal.

“no, haein- please..” he begins to plead again. “i know you understand me when i say that i was trying to protect everyone.”

hitting back with a scoff, the noirette retorts, “you call concealing the truth from inka—someone who looked up to you, trusted you—protecting her? spare me the bullshit, chan. you had so many chances to be honest with her. and yet, even when you got caught, you still spun the narrative on her; ‘made her feel like she was too young to face it.”

and there his hand goes—fixing the edges of his beanie despite it not being a distraction in the first place. haein has experienced enough fights with him to spot the tell-tale signs: a shadow covers the warm gleam in his eyes, his attention is abruptly averted to things surrounding him, and he bites his tongue to refrain from saying something he will regret-

“why are you even on her side? i’m your boyfriend, aren’t i? you should be assuring me that i did what was best for the group.”

(oh? oh, sounds like the eve of new year is already trickling into.. certain people’s personas.)

“no chan, you’re a hypocrite.” haein states without hesitation. “look at us, we began dating even though you still have that dating ban in place. what makes us different from inka’s situation, huh?”

stunned, the once candid male doesn’t have any words to spill. but his girlfriend still has plenty.

“i may not know inka as well as gyuri does, but what i do know is that you didn’t have the right to meddle with her personal affairs. you kept acting like she’s this fragile doll that in the end, you were the one who shattered her into fine fragments.” 

her sharp words cut so deep, the strings of frustration that tried to move bang chan are cut seamlessly. no longer is his common sense eclipsed by undeserved self-assurances, yet everyone knows the importance of timing. 

so haein forces him to reap the consequences by watching her walk away—from him, his recklessness, and their previously sturdy relationship. 

sure, she’ll listen to him call her name, sprinkle some ‘don't go’ too. she’ll feel the hurt he blends with desperation while trying to get her back. and she’ll look back once to notice the tremors in his hands as he tries to reach out for her.

but the young woman had just finished dressing the cuts littered across her skin. they’re not very pretty.. then again, witnessing the man you love shatter the foundation of your story so easily isn’t either. still, if he ever gathers the audacity to ask her again, she’d let him know her preference.

she wants to draw stars around her scars, not layer them some more.

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[tildeathiwillwrite]

Storms a-fucking-bove my phone's been in a damn reboot loop since 3 am this morning.

And of COURSE nokia support center was no help at all, being all "oh, can you go to your settings and clear the cache or whatever?"

Nokia.

Babygirl.

I can't go to my fucking settings because the moment my phone gets to the lockscreen it gives me perhaps five seconds of peace before it restarts again. Do I look like the fucking FLASH to you???

As of making this post I'd figured out that if I turn my phone to airplane mode in the five or so seconds it gives me, I can prevent it from restarting. Which means it has something to do with connecting to the internet, potentially the update it just installed. Well, my phone's no longer in a reboot loop, but that also comes with the issue that is my phone being in airplane mode.

I'm currently in the process of filling out a repair request form, and part of that is giving them my IMEI. Which requires my phone to actually work. They're lucky I can troubleshoot and figured how to keep my phone on otherwise I'd be yeeting the useless brick against a wall. I'm sorely tempted to say how lucky they are in the box they left for me to fill out my issue.

[yootaesowl]