#anonie ask

[hanafubukki]

Hear me out. So, the in game sprite for the battle part are the character's chibis right. And then theres Lilia, who has cracking his back animated.

That got me thinking- does he got his backpain from time to time? And what if he got a sudden backpain during sex--

[twst smut (talked about), lilia x reader]

Hello Anonie ��💚🌷

Lilia chibi cracking his back is always so funny and cute to me 😂😂💞💞 and relatable, I wish I could crack my back like that (person who’s been feeling back pain all week 😭😭).

Lilia does get back pain though he doesn’t outwardly admit it. It’s Silver who spills the beans. (Come to think of it, Silver is out here dropping everyone’s secrets like Lilia usually does lolol). He mentioned in the Masquerade event how Trein was hunched over like Lilia is when he’s in pain. Poor peepaws 😔

As for sex with Lilia 👀👀

I imagine having sex with him would go normally until, maybe in the heat of the moment or maybe because he strained himself, his back pain flares up.

The way I see it. You both can take a break and nothing’s wrong with that. Wouldn’t want Lilia to feel worse. (I can literally see him saying how you kept him awake all night as an excuse to why it hurts tomorrow lol)

Buuuttt

I also love Lilia receiving some love. He deserves to get spoiled too.

And there are ways to do that. You can do that side by side with caresses and kisses.

You can also do that by riding him. He’ll be on his back. You’re doing all the work. Moving over him and watching his reactions as he basks in the pleasure you bring him.

You can also go down on him, stimulate him and undo him over and over. See if you can bring him to the point of begging for more until he’s overstimulated. I feel it would take him awhile to get there. Being who he is and his life experiences.

I also love the idea of baths. Warm bath between you two. The steam loosening muscles and making movement so much easier in water. You two can continue right where you left off. (Is it steamy in here or is it you two?? Absjsjs I couldn’t help it Lolol)

[A funny thought is Lilia pops some pain meds or puts on icy hot patches and you two continue. When there is a will there is a way 😆😆]

[lorkai]

Hear me out, OM AU where Belphegor was the one who fell in love with a human and did everything in his power to save them, a roleswap AU even

And no one dies‼️‼️

Ooo now I'm interested 👀

Imagine that in one of his trips to the human world, whether for an assignment or smth, Belphie meets this adorable person and becomes instantly in love with them. It's a sweet, sweet love, the kind of love where he looks at you and smiles, blushes and giggle non-stop. The kind of love that leave him aching to be able to spend more time with you, to be by your side, to lay on you lap and listen to you talking while he plays with your hands. It's this precious!

And ofc everyone notices this sudden chance in his behavior since he seems so much more happier. But Beel and Lilith are probably the first to discover the cause of his infatuation, followed by Lucifer ofc. Also like to think that he would descend to the human world to see this human who his brother loves too, just like he did with Lilith's.

However, the war happened due to two factors: the first being that Lilith could not love a human, angels and humans are not allowed to be in a relationship. So I imagine that Belphie still has to keep his relationship a secret, and the second factor is that they found out that she stole angelical food to give to her lover, which is also strictly prohibited.

So how do you imagine things going differently? Lilith's lover was terminally ill, would it be the same with Belphie? Would he find a different way to cure them? Would war still occur and things like that? If you have more thoughts for this AU I'm happy to hear! ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

[cinderellaarchives]

what do you mean a close friend is an irl of kalim? do you mean his voice actor or what?

One of my friends is an IRL Fictokin (Irl Kin for short) of the Kalim verity. Basically, it means when someone believes they were a fictional character or species in a past life and project that belief into their day to day.

I myself am Cinderella fictokin. I am actually Cinderella the way my friend is actually Kalim.

“Kinnies” often think this way because of shared mannerisms, personality, trauma, style, etc.

Some people take “kinning” to an extreme to make body mods and such, some are more casual and just use their kin for aesthetic purposes and nicknames (like myself). Whomever you meet, please be open minded and kind!

[monster-effer]

Could I request head canon where the LADS guys find out reader/mc smokes? It’s a bad habit but she’s trying to stop 🙈🙈

Absolutely! Here you go <3

Sylus

You are taking a smoke break on your balcony after a very stressful mission. And Mephisto is doing his daily surveillance of you and your apartment building. When he gets enough footage of your new smoking habit, he reports back to Sylus.

After he’s informed, Sylus gives you a call “You know, smoking is a very unhealthy habit kitten.”

“How do you know that I smoke?”

“A little birdie told me.”

From then on, when you buy a carton of cigarettes they mysteriously go missing from your balcony, living room table and even from your purse?!?

Sylus arranges the periodic delivery of nicotine gum to your apartment for 2 months straight.

He also makes more of an effort to reach out to you. Both you and Sylus have busy schedules, but he always will make room in his schedule for you.

After a few months of these shenanigans you realize that you haven’t smoked in a while. Your craving for cigarettes has diminished to almost nothing. And even when you do feel that urge, you don’t hesitate to call Sylus. Because you know he will always be there for you.

Caleb

After the explosion where you assumed both Caleb and granny passed away you were emotionally in shambles. But you are a hunter now and it is your responsibility to protect the public from wanderers and wrong doers alike. In effort to suppress your emotions you picked up a bad habit, which happened to be smoking. It began with you trying out a cigarette one day, then it evolved into you going through one carton per week.

You don’t think you’ll ever get over losing Caleb and your grandma in one fell swoop. But when he makes his way back into your life you are shook to say the least. You really want to kick your smoking habit mainly because you don’t want Caleb to find out about it. But it has a hold on you now.

Since you’ve been spending time at Caleb’s Skyhaven apartment you tend to leave things behind. One time, you leave behind a lone cigarette which leads to Caleb discovering your new habit.

Caleb does not hesitate to confront you about it “Princess is this really a habit conducive to being a hunter? And…what if something happens to you? I don’t know what I’d do if you developed cancer from this.”

Once you two have a heart to heart about why you started smoking, Caleb starts to take advantage of the amount of leave afforded to him from the from the DAA. He is spending more quality time with you after work and on the weekends to make sure you don’t have to resort to smoking when you’re feeling down.

He purchases out an old gaming system so you two can play co-op games together like you did in your childhood. He cooks you whatever meal you request to keep you happy and well fed.

You start to spend more time at his Skyhaven apartment than your own. One day while you lounge in the living room and Caleb cooks in the kitchen, the sudden realization that you haven’t even thought about smoking in weeks pops into your mind. You don’t know how to thank Caleb for helping you break this habit. But what you do know is from today forward, you no longer need to fill the void in your heart with cigarettes because you have him.

Zayne

He majorly disapproves of your smoking habit. He goes straight into doctor mode and lectures you on the multiple risks that come with smoking including:

Slowed wound healing Cancer risk Increased risks of heart disease and stroke Osteoporosis COPD

He gives you tips on quitting like sucking on hard candy, chewing gum or eating fruit when you feel that urge. He frequently goes on walks with you to reduce your stress because you started smoking due to your heavy work schedule as a hunter.

He helps keep you accountable by checking the ash tray at your home for any evidence of smoking and offering to test you for smoking when you come in for annual doctor visits.

Although his approach may seem strict, your health and wellbeing means the world to him. You are the love of his life and he wants you to be healthy.

Xavier

Since he lives a floor above you he is on his balcony one evening and looks down to see you smoking a cigarette. Xavier is surprised because he’s never noticed this habit of yours.

To confirm that this wasn’t his tired mind playing tricks on him he decides to spy on you some more. Over the next 3 weeks Xavier makes it a habit to peak down towards your balcony. And so far he’s seen witnessed you smoking 3 times a week, at minimum.

He softly brings it up to you as you two laze around on your couch after a session of stuffing your faces together.

“So…when did you become a smoker?”

You feel a bit ashamed because you’ve been trying hard to break this habit. But you won’t lie to him.

“Honestly, I picked up the habit one day after a stressful mission. And I’ve been smoking ever since.”

Xavier tilts his head to the side as he listens to your explanation. “If I can help you relieve stress in a different way, will you give up cigarettes?”

You look towards Xavier in confusion. His beautiful cerulean eyes have darkened like they do when he is feeling lustful. Your breath hitches in your throat at what he’s suggesting.

“Hmm I’m not sure. Why don’t we try it out a few times to see if it helps,” you reply cheekily.

By the time Xavier is done with you, you are worn out and noticeably less stressed. This just may work, and if it doesn’t, you’re going to enjoy trying.

Rafayel

When Rafayel finds out that you smoke cigarettes he is surprised about it. But that surprise morphs into concerns for your health. He broaches the topic by saying “Ms. Bodyguard, how can I expect you to protect me if you start wheezing during cardio because you smoke cigarettes?”

When that teasing remark doesn’t seem to get through to you, he brings out the big guns. He begins to pout and gives you puppy dog eyes. “What would Reddie think?”

After you two talked about why you started smoking and what it does for you, Rafayel makes it his mission to pester you (with love) more than usual.

text: [pic] Here’s a pic of Reddie, he says he hopes you’ve been smoke free today.

“Hey, I was in the neighborhood and I decided to drop off some nicotine gum.”

“Why am I here? You texted me about how stressed you are. So I will be your personal masseuse for the evening.”

text: EMERGENCY, COME ASAP. You arrive at his home just to find out that Rafayel wanted your opinion on his most recent painting and wanted to get seafood together.

You’re enjoying the increased quality time with Rafayel and although it pains you to admit it, it has been helping. You have not had the time nor energy to think of let alone go out to buy cigarettes since you confided in him about your smoking habit. Both him and Reddie are your little family and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[blissfulflw]

ghostface!ningselle x fem!reader....?

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑒

Pairing- Ning Yizhou (NingNing) x Uchinaga Aeri (Giselle) x fem reader

Genre- Dark romance, angst

Word count- 7170

Part 2

A/N: I got a tiny bit carried away mb, but lmk if yall want a part 2 cause I don’t come to play about horror esp Ghostface.

You didn’t mean to answer the phone.

It was instinct, muscle memory, maybe even boredom. The screen was dark, caller ID blank. You were halfway through a study guide on criminal profiling, eyelids heavy, the coffee on your desk long cold. The ringing cut through the silence like a scalpel.

“Hello?” Your voice was soft, distracted.

Static. A breath.

Then, a voice. Feminine. Cool.

“You shouldn’t answer calls this late, you know.”

You froze.

“Excuse me?” you asked, more annoyed than afraid.

“What if it wasn’t me on the other end? What if it was someone… dangerous?”

The line crackled.

You swallowed. Something about the voice tickled the edge of familiarity—too calm. Amused.

You hung up.

_____

The next day, Aeri met you outside the lecture hall, cheerful as ever, iced matcha in one hand, your favorite granola bar in the other.

“Rough night?” she asked, brushing your hair behind your ear like she always did—casual, intimate, and a little too practiced.

You nodded, grabbing the drink with a tired smile. “Random creeper called me at 2 a.m. Nothing major.”

Aeri’s smile flickered. Almost imperceptibly.

“Oh?” she said, too lightly. “Creepy how?”

“Just… said something weird. About being dangerous.” You laughed, trying to shake off the unease.

Aeri tilted her head, watching you too closely. “Maybe they know you like danger.”

You blinked. “What?”

She grinned. “Nothing. Just saying—you’re into all that true crime stuff, right? Maybe your little ghost story’s just a fan.”

You were about to respond when your phone buzzed again.

Unknown number. One new message.

Do you trust her?

Your blood ran cold.

Aeri’s voice cut through the silence again. “You okay?”

She leaned in.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

_____

Yizhou’s POV:

The night is patient. She is not.

She watches you from the rooftop.

Third floor. South-facing window. Curtains drawn, but the glow from your desk lamp spills through the crack just enough. Just enough to see the outline of your silhouette—legs tucked under you, head tilted, eyes scanning the page.

You never remember to lock your window.

Yizhou’s gloved fingers rest on the edge of her mask, tilting it up just enough to breathe. The cool wind brushes across her cheek. The night hums with static, restless and soft. Below her, the world sleeps. But her attention is locked on only one thing.

You.

The first time she saw you, you were asking a question in class. Too curious. Too bold. Like someone who wanted to dissect danger but didn’t know what to do when it looked back.

You fascinated her. Like a lamb studying wolves.

And then Aeri noticed you too.

Yizhou’s lips press into a thin line. Aeri always has a way of making herself welcome—warm hands, soft eyes, voice like a lullaby laced with arsenic. She’s good at being what people want.

But Yizhou knows what people need.

And you—sweet, lonely, easily fascinated—you needed someone to show you the truth. The line between fear and longing. Between the hunted and the chosen.

So she called. Just once. Enough to make your pulse skip. Enough to remind you: someone’s watching.

And then she let Aeri move in. Like bait.

They don’t compete. Not really. Aeri seduces. Yizhou haunts. It’s a system. A pattern.

But lately, Aeri’s gotten too close. Touches you too often. Laughs too easily.

She thinks you’ll choose her.

She doesn’t understand yet: this isn’t about choosing.

It’s about surrendering.

Yizhou pulls out her phone. Gloved fingers tap out a message, slow and deliberate.

Do you trust her?

She hits send and watches as your head snaps toward your phone. Watches you freeze.

Then she sees Aeri lean in behind you. Sees your shoulders tense.

And just for a moment—just a flicker—she sees the exact look she wanted.

Fear.

Perfect.

Your POV:

You tried to ignore the message.

Tried to pretend it was a prank, a one-off, a bored creep fishing for a reaction. But your hands shook as you locked your phone, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Aeri was watching you as you read it—like she already knew.

“Did something happen?” she asked, gently, almost too gently.

You lied.

“No. Just a meme. Stupid.”

She hummed, unconvinced, but let it go.

_____

Later that night, you locked your windows. For once.

But sleep wouldn’t come. The apartment felt too quiet. Your own heartbeat echoed in your ears. You tried reading. Music. Scrolling. Nothing worked.

So you called Aeri.

She came over in ten minutes flat, hoodie half-zipped and cheeks flushed from the cold.

“You look like hell,” she said, kicking off her shoes. She tossed you a blanket, then curled up beside you like it was her bed too. Like this was normal.

You didn’t push her away.

“I think someone’s messing with me,” you whispered eventually, voice small.

Aeri’s gaze didn’t waver. “Like… stalking you?”

You nodded. “I got a message. They knew I was with you.”

Her hand slid around your wrist, thumb brushing the edge of your palm. “You didn’t tell anyone else, right?”

“No. Just you.”

A pause.

“Good,” she said softly. “You should keep it that way.”

You turned to look at her. “What?”

Aeri smiled, that perfect, disarming curve of her lips. “I just mean… people panic. You don’t want the cops involved unless it’s serious. I can keep you safe.”

Something about the way she said it didn’t sit right.

You didn’t know it then, but a block away, behind the abandoned convenience store, Yizhou was watching your window.

She saw the second Aeri arrived. Saw her let herself in. Saw you hesitate before opening the door.

She had a knife tucked into her boot. She didn’t take it out.

Not tonight.

Aeri was playing her part.

But soon, you’d start asking the right questions.

And when you did?

Yizhou would be waiting.

_____

Two days later

_____

You told yourself it was fine.

You weren’t being followed. The texts stopped. Maybe it was just a prank.

Still, you started walking home a different way. Longer, through more crowded streets. You kept your keys between your fingers and your headphones out. You even started carrying pepper spray.

But that feeling? That prickle on the back of your neck?

It never left.

It started again on a Thursday.

You were back from class early. Aeri had practice. You finally had a few hours alone.

The apartment was still, sun cutting clean lines across the floor.

Then, you noticed it—barely there.

A piece of paper tucked beneath your front door.

Not junk mail. Not a flyer.

Your name was written across the front in black ink. Neat. Deliberate.

Just your first name. No last. No address. No return.

You stared at it for a long time before you opened it.

Inside: a photo.

Low resolution. Slightly grainy. But unmistakable.

It was you. Sitting at your desk. From outside the window.

Your breath caught. You dropped the photo like it burned.

Underneath it, written in the same neat handwriting:

“You’re most beautiful when you’re alone.”

Your phone was in your hand before you realized it. You called Aeri.

She answered on the second ring. “Hey. You okay?”

Her voice was casual. You didn’t know what to say.

“Someone left something at my door.”

A pause.

“What kind of something?”

“A picture. Of me.”

Another pause. “…Shit.”

You expected her to panic. To rush over.

But instead, she sighed. Soft. Almost tired.

“Do you want me to come stay the night?” she asked.

Not What the fuck? or Are you safe?

Just: Do you want me there?

And suddenly, you weren’t sure if you did.

That night, you taped the photo into a notebook. Tucked it under your mattress.

You didn’t know why you kept it.

Maybe part of you wanted to know how close they’d really gotten.

Maybe part of you wanted to feel it again.

That edge of the unknown. That low, electric fear.

Meanwhile, across the alley, high in the shadows of the building across from yours, Yizhou sat cross-legged with a camera resting in her lap.

She didn’t smile.

She didn’t need to.

You’d started keeping her gifts.

And that meant, deep down—you were beginning to want more.

_____

Ningselle POV:

“You’re moving too fast.”

Yizhou’s voice was low, even, echoing slightly off the cracked tile and peeling walls. She leaned against the windowsill, mask in hand, blade on the table beside her. Her gaze never left Aeri.

Aeri, crouched on the floor, was tying a ribbon around a small package—neat, perfect. Your favorite color.

She didn’t look up.

“She’s already scared. That’s good,” Aeri said. “Fear makes people cling.”

Yizhou frowned. “Fear makes people run.”

“Not her,” Aeri countered. She stood slowly, brushing dust off her skirt. “She’s not like the others. She wants to be seen. You felt it too, didn’t you?”

Yizhou didn’t answer.

Aeri walked toward her, light footsteps deliberate. She stopped just close enough. Close enough that Yizhou could smell her perfume—sweet and artificial, like flowers pressed between pages of a book.

“You’re getting territorial,” Aeri murmured. “It’s cute.”

Yizhou’s jaw tensed. “You’re slipping. She’s starting to doubt you.”

Aeri smiled—too wide.

“Good,” she whispered.

That made Yizhou pause.

Aeri leaned in, whispering at the edge of her ear.

“If she’s scared of me… who else does she have to run to?”

Yizhou’s breath hitched—but just for a moment. Her hand twitched toward the knife, but she didn’t pick it up.

Not yet.

“You want her to choose,” Yizhou said quietly. “But I want her to belong.”

Aeri’s smile faltered, just slightly.

Then she stepped back.

“We’ll see,” she said.

And then she was gone, ribbon-wrapped package in hand, skipping like she hadn’t just threatened to unravel the game they’d both built so carefully.

Yizhou stayed behind, staring through the broken glass toward your building.

The mask waited beside her, patient and cold.

She didn’t like sharing.

_____

Your POV:

You found the box on your bed.

Small. Wrapped in pale blue ribbon, the bow tied in a perfect knot. No note. No name.

You hadn’t locked the door.

You stood there for a long time, just staring at it. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you feel like someone had just left. Like you’d missed something by minutes.

The air felt wrong.

You touched the box with the back of your hand first, half expecting it to be warm. It wasn’t.

Inside: a pair of earrings. Delicate. Silver. Shaped like tiny knives.

Your breath caught.

You’d once mentioned, offhand, how beautiful weapons could be. Aeri had laughed, saying you sounded like a villain.

But now?

Now she’d left you a pair of blades to wear like a secret.

And still—no note.

Just the feeling that someone was watching how you’d react.

That night, Aeri texted you.

You get my surprise?

I saw them and thought of you. Sharp things for sharp girls.

You stared at the message too long before replying.

How did you get in?

I didn’t give you my spare key.

The typing bubble appeared.

Then stopped.

Then again.

Didn’t need one. You always forget the window.

Your blood chilled.

She’d been inside. While you were out. While you were gone.

Maybe while you were asleep.

You didn’t sleep that night.

You left the earrings on the counter, too afraid to throw them out, too afraid to wear them.

Part of you wanted to tell someone.

Part of you wanted to run.

But the worst part—the part you didn’t want to admit?

Part of you liked it.

The attention. The danger. The feeling of being wanted so intensely it bent the rules of reality.

You didn’t know if it was Aeri or someone else.

You just knew this wasn’t about affection anymore.

This was possession.

And you were already halfway theirs.

_____

It was past midnight when you woke to the sound of something outside your window.

Not loud.

Delicate.

Like fingers tapping once, twice—waiting.

You sat up in the dark, your body moving before your mind caught up. The photo under your mattress. The earrings on the counter. The ribbon still tied to the drawer handle. Every moment leading to this felt like a matchstick, lit and dropped, one after the other.

You moved to the window.

And there she was.

Not masked.

Not hiding.

She stood on the fire escape, bathed in shadow and moonlight, one hand braced casually on the railing. Black hoodie. Boots. Gloves. Her face was soft and unreadable—pretty, almost too still. Her gaze locked on you like she’d been looking for years.

And you knew.

You didn’t know her name. But you knew.

She was the one behind the calls. The messages. The photo. The tension in your chest that never let up.

The one who had been haunting the edges of your life like a prayer and a curse all at once.

She didn’t say anything at first.

She just tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.

And then she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear through the glass:

“You let her in, but not me?”

Your blood went cold.

You didn’t open the window. But you didn’t move away either.

She watched you like she was memorizing every line of your face. And when you stayed—when you didn’t run—something in her expression shifted. Slightly. A twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She liked that.

“I was going to wait,” she said, still quiet. “Let her play house. Let her spoil you.”

She stepped closer. You could see the sharp line of her jaw now. Her eyes were dark. Hungry.

“But she doesn’t know how to worship you. Not the way I do.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Yizhou reached into her pocket. Pulled something out. Slipped it through the crack in the window frame.

A small velvet pouch.

Inside?

Your necklace.

The one you’d lost weeks ago. Thought you’d dropped at the gym. You hadn’t even remembered it until now.

She’d had it.

She’d been there.

“I didn’t like seeing her give you gifts,” Yizhou said. “She acts like you’re hers. But you’re not.”

Her voice lowered.

“You’re mine.”

You should’ve slammed the window shut. Called someone. Screamed.

But you didn’t.

You held the pouch in your hand, pulse thundering in your ears.

And Yizhou?

She smiled.

Slow. Possessive. Devoted.

Like she’d finally gotten what she wanted.

_____

The classroom was suffocating, too many students and not enough air. You couldn’t focus. Your notes were scribbled with half-formed thoughts, your eyes darting around, searching, looking for something you couldn’t name. The air was heavy with anticipation—like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you were about to fall.

And then, just before the professor began speaking, the door opened.

Aeri stepped inside.

She was smiling, a little out of breath, like she’d been rushing. But when her eyes locked on you, the smile softened—becoming something sweeter, more knowing. She made her way toward your desk, her heels clicking with each step, and sat beside you.

“Sorry, I was running late,” she whispered, leaning in close enough for you to catch the scent of her perfume, light but still too sweet. “You good?”

You barely nodded, still unable to fully process the fact that Aeri was sitting right next to you.

But then the door creaked again. This time, it wasn’t the sound of just anyone.

Yizhou walked in.

And for the first time, you saw her without the mask—her dark eyes flicked over the room with a subtle, chilling precision. She wasn’t rushing like Aeri. She was calm, deliberate, as if the space itself bent around her. Every student who tried to make eye contact quickly looked away. She didn’t seem to care for them at all.

She was looking for one person.

You.

And when she found you, the air shifted, just slightly. You felt her presence settle like an invisible weight on your chest.

Aeri’s smile didn’t falter as she turned to look at her, but there was something in her eyes—something possessive, almost taunting. The moment Yizhou stepped fully into the room, Aeri’s hand moved casually, fingers brushing the back of your hand. A touch, a claim. You felt her fingers linger for just a second longer than necessary.

But Yizhou? She didn’t look at Aeri. She didn’t even spare her a glance.

Her gaze never left you. Never wavered.

You were trapped between them.

Aeri noticed it, her eyes flickering from you to Yizhou with a small, knowing smirk. But she didn’t move. Instead, she casually leaned back in her chair, one arm across the backrest, the other still inches away from your skin.

Yizhou, on the other hand, didn’t sit. She lingered by the door, watching you with a dangerous intensity that made it hard to breathe.

After a beat, she spoke, her voice cutting through the noise of the classroom, low enough that only you could hear.

“Are you really going to let her claim you like this?” The words were quiet but edged with something cold, something dark. “You belong to me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you couldn’t respond—not here. Not in front of everyone. The way she said it—belong to me—had that edge to it, like a threat wrapped in a promise.

Aeri noticed you shift uncomfortably. Her eyes flicked back to Yizhou, narrowing slightly, before she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, “Don’t listen to her.”

The class had begun, and the professor started talking, but the tension between the three of you thickened with each passing second. It felt like you were the center of some kind of strange, twisted game. Aeri’s fingers were still close to yours, brushing against the back of your hand again. And Yizhou was still standing, not far away—her presence so palpable that it was almost like she was inside your head, whispering without words.

Every student in the room could feel it, though none of them knew why the temperature had dropped so suddenly.

You were caught between them.

Aeri’s hand finally moved away, and she leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on you. Her voice was softer now, but the edge was still there. “It’s your choice. You don’t need to let her pull you in. You don’t need her.”

Yizhou, without missing a beat, took a step forward, her eyes cold and unblinking. “You don’t have a choice.”

The professor called for silence, but the undercurrent of tension stayed. You could feel it in your bones, the pull between them, the competition, the way each one wanted to stake their claim.

But in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t about them anymore.

It was about you.

The class dragged on, but you couldn’t focus on a single word. Your mind kept spiraling between Aeri’s soft, possessive touch and Yizhou’s unwavering gaze. It was like you were being pulled in two opposite directions, one anchored in sweetness and the other in cold, dark desire.

But you didn’t have the courage to speak. Not here. Not with all those eyes on you. You wished you could just disappear. The tension between the three of you was thick enough to cut with a knife.

It wasn’t until the bell rang that the dam finally broke.

Students rushed to gather their things and file out of the classroom. You moved automatically, trying to avoid both of them, but Aeri was faster. She stood up and blocked your path with a hand on your arm.

“I’m not done with you,” she said, her voice calm but laced with something possessive. “Meet me in the hallway.”

Before you could respond, Yizhou was at your side, her presence swallowing the air. She was close—too close—and her breath was cold against your skin. “She won’t keep you safe,” Yizhou said, voice like ice. “I will.”

You looked between them, feeling a heavy knot of fear and confusion in your stomach. Neither of them seemed willing to move.

Aeri’s eyes flicked between you and Yizhou, her lips pulling into a thin, tight smile. She stepped back slightly, just enough to give you space—but the way she watched you, so calmly, so assured, made your heart race. “Don’t let her scare you,” she said softly. “She’s all shadow. I’m real.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you almost believed her.

But Yizhou didn’t flinch. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, the coldness in her eyes deepening. She looked at Aeri with a smirk that made your skin crawl.

“Oh, I’m real, alright,” Yizhou said softly. “More real than you’ll ever be to her.”

Aeri’s smile faltered—just barely—but it was enough. Her eyes turned cold. “You’re not getting her. Not this time. She belongs with me.”

Yizhou stepped closer. “She doesn’t belong to anyone. Especially not you.”

The low growl in Yizhou’s voice sent a shiver through you. It was like they were circling each other, both waiting for the other to make a move, both claiming you in ways that twisted your insides.

The hallway outside the classroom was nearly empty, the distant sound of footsteps fading, but you felt trapped.

You felt like prey.

Suddenly, Aeri reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward her, her fingers cold against your skin. “I’ll make sure you’re safe,” she said, her voice a bit too soft. “Trust me.”

Yizhou, watching this unfold, let out a slow breath. She moved quickly, faster than you could react, her hand snaking around your waist and pulling you against her. Her grip was firm, but there was something… possessive about the way she held you.

“You don’t need her to keep you safe,” Yizhou said, her voice dark and low, so close you could feel the warmth of her words. “I am the one who’s been here from the start. I am the one who’s been watching you. She’s just a distraction.”

Aeri’s eyes darkened, a flash of frustration crossing her features, but she didn’t move. Instead, she stepped back, letting her words hang in the air. “You can’t keep her, Yizhou. She’ll choose. And when she does, it won’t be you.”

Yizhou tilted her head, studying Aeri. Her voice was calm, almost too calm. “Is that so?”

For the first time, you saw the glimmer of something dangerous in her eyes—something more than just the cold, detached person you’d seen in the shadows. She wasn’t backing down.

The tension between them was unbearable, thick like smoke.

Your heart raced in your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

Both of them were so close, so intent on you, it was like they forgot about everything else. The whole world shrank down to these three bodies, tangled in a web of desire, manipulation, and competition.

Your breath hitched, and before you knew it, you spoke, your voice shaky. “I… I don’t want this.”

Both of them stopped, but neither let go.

Aeri’s gaze softened—almost too quickly. “You don’t want this?” she asked, almost in disbelief. “You don’t want me?” She reached out, as if to touch your cheek, but the warmth in her eyes was gone, replaced by something darker.

Yizhou, however, didn’t let up. Her grip on your waist tightened. “You don’t get to run from this,” she murmured, voice barely a whisper. “Not now. Not when you know what you are to me.”

Your body trembled between them, the pull of their contrasting desires warping your mind. One offered sweetness, the other offered control. But both wanted the same thing: you.

And right now? You didn’t know if you wanted to run—or fall.

_____

The streets felt colder than usual, the evening air biting against your skin as you made your way down the familiar sidewalk. You should’ve felt the comfort of home just around the corner, but tonight felt different. Tonight, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching.

Maybe it was the remnants of the confrontation earlier, the suffocating pull between Aeri and Yizhou still lingering in your chest. You couldn’t stop replaying their words, their actions. The way Aeri had touched you, claiming you in front of Yizhou. The cold, possessive heat in Yizhou’s eyes, daring you to break free from Aeri’s grip.

You didn’t know what you wanted. Part of you wanted to run—leave it all behind, maybe even change your routine. But deep down, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that this pull was something you couldn’t walk away from, no matter how much you tried.

With each step, the feeling of being watched grew stronger. It wasn’t just paranoia—there was a heaviness, like eyes trained on you from every corner. You glanced over your shoulder instinctively, but saw only the usual faceless strangers, their movements a blur in the city’s neon glow.

And yet—something wasn’t right.

From a darkened alley a few streets away, Aeri leaned against the brick wall, her fingers tightly gripping her phone. She’d been following you at a distance, careful not to make her presence known. She watched you, her eyes never leaving your figure as you walked further away from the chaos of the school grounds.

You were hers. She knew that.

And still, the game wasn’t over.

Aeri’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. She hadn’t expected Yizhou to challenge her so openly in front of you—but this was far from the end. You would come around. You had to.

She just needed to be patient.

A few blocks away, Yizhou followed, her footsteps silent, her shadow blending seamlessly into the darkness. Unlike Aeri, she wasn’t rushing to close the gap. Instead, she moved with purpose, allowing the distance between you to remain. For now, she was content simply observing.

You were walking right into her hands.

The thrill of the chase was intoxicating, but it wasn’t just about possession anymore. It was about control—about seeing you crack, about watching you question everything, about seeing which one of them you’d choose.

She had her own plan, her own way of getting close. Yizhou had always been patient, always willing to wait for the perfect moment to strike. And tonight, with every step you took in that direction, she felt like she was closer to having you completely.

The darkened streetlights flickered ahead as you neared your apartment building. A sense of foreboding swept over you, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

Yizhou slowed her pace, pulling back slightly. She couldn’t risk being seen just yet. But she knew one thing for sure: this was far from over.

You reached the front of your apartment building, your pulse quickening as you realized that something wasn’t right. It felt like the walls were closing in. Your feet dragged a little heavier, the weight of your thoughts pulling you back into the confusion.

There was a shadow in the alley behind you.

You spun around quickly.

But the street was empty.

A brief flash of movement caught your eye from across the road. Aeri, tucked in the shadow of a tree, her figure barely visible in the dim streetlight. Her eyes gleamed in the darkness as she watched you from a distance, but her posture was unnervingly relaxed—almost too calm.

You froze.

Aeri’s lips curled into a soft smirk, but she didn’t move. She didn’t need to. She knew you’d seen her.

It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. She liked making her presence known, letting you know she was close enough to touch—just out of reach, but always there. Always waiting.

But then, as if on cue, another figure stepped out of the shadows.

Yizhou.

Her gaze was intense—hard, dark, and unwavering. Unlike Aeri’s casual approach, there was something lethal about the way she held herself. Yizhou stood tall, her posture sharp, as if she were daring you to do something. Anything.

She didn’t speak at first, just watched you from across the street, her eyes piercing the distance between you like a silent challenge.

Aeri’s gaze flicked toward her, and for a brief moment, there was something almost electric in the air between them. The tension between the two women was palpable, a battle of wills that had yet to fully unfold.

But all of it was still centered on you.

You stood frozen between them, caught in the storm of their conflicting desires, each waiting for you to make the first move. You could feel the weight of their stares pressing down on you.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your eyes shifted between them. It felt like the ground was giving way beneath you, like you were standing at the edge of something you couldn’t control.

And yet, you couldn’t look away.

Aeri’s voice cut through the silence. “You know you can trust me, don’t you?” she called out, her tone smooth, almost tempting. “I’m the one who’ll always be there. You don’t have to choose.”

But before you could respond, Yizhou’s voice sliced through the tension with cold precision. “Don’t listen to her. You don’t belong with someone who’s too afraid to take what she wants.”

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder. They both held their ground, staring each other down, silently fighting for your attention. But you? You were caught in the middle of their game, unsure which way to turn.

You didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know who you could trust—or if you even wanted to trust either of them anymore.

They were both watching.

Both waiting for you to make the next move.

And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand that neither of them were going to let you leave this twisted dance without a fight.

_____

You couldn’t breathe.

The air around you was thick, pressing in on all sides as you stood, backed into the narrow space of an alleyway. Your heart raced in your chest, every beat thumping so loud you feared they could hear it too. But you didn’t have the luxury of thinking anymore. There was only them.

The harsh streetlight above flickered, casting a faint glow over the darkened alley, the shadows bending around you, making the space feel smaller. Both Aeri and Yizhou were too close—too close to run, too close to think, too close to escape.

Aeri was the first to step forward.

Her fingers traced the side of your face with a slow, deliberate motion, her touch light but heavy with intent. You barely had time to register the heat of her body, the intoxicating sweetness of her scent, before her lips were on yours, pressing with soft urgency. Her kiss was warm, confident, as though she had every right to claim you, to mark you with every lingering second.

You didn’t have a chance to pull away. You didn’t even want to. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing, drawing you deeper into her, the taste of her sweet yet dangerous, a perfect blend of control and seduction. Every breath you tried to take was swallowed by the intensity of the kiss, her hands coming up to cup your face, pulling you in closer, her body flush against yours.

But just as the kiss deepened, you felt something else.

A soft breath, followed by the warm, searing sensation of lips brushing your neck.

Yizhou.

You hadn’t heard her move, hadn’t sensed her presence until now, when her lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, her kiss firm and slow, almost as though she was savoring you. The warmth of her breath tickled your skin, sending a rush of heat through your body, making your pulse race. Her hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, her body pressing firmly against your back, trapping you between them.

The conflicting sensations were too much—Aeri’s kiss on your lips, soft yet insistent, while Yizhou’s lips trailed down your neck, her mouth hot and possessive. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, the world narrowing down to just them, just the pressure of their bodies, the heat of their touches.

Aeri pulled back slightly, just enough to whisper against your lips, her voice low and seductive. “You’ve been driving me crazy… Don’t think I’ll let you go so easily.”

Before you could respond, Yizhou’s fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so she could press her lips to the delicate curve of your neck again, her kisses more insistent now, leaving hot trails of sensation against your skin. Her teeth grazed lightly over your pulse point, and you couldn’t hold back a shiver, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming. Her breath was sharp, hungry against your skin as she whispered, “You don’t need to choose. You’re mine.”

Aeri smirked, her hands sliding lower, pressing against your body, her lips claiming yours once again in a bruising kiss. But this time, she pulled you even tighter, her body pushing you harder against the wall, trapping you between her and Yizhou, who was still kissing down your neck, her hands now slipping under your clothes, the touch of her fingers hot and possessive.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the pressure of their bodies against yours—Aeri’s lips on yours, gentle but demanding, while Yizhou kissed lower, her mouth scorching against your skin. Every part of you felt alive, alive in a way that both terrified and exhilarated you. You couldn’t decide who you wanted more, who you needed more, their touches too much and yet not enough.

Aeri’s hand slipped around to the back of your neck, tugging you toward her again, her kiss more demanding now. She wanted to claim you—she would claim you. Her other hand slid down your body, fingers skimming over the curve of your hip, inching dangerously lower, but you couldn’t think, couldn’t stop her.

And then Yizhou’s lips were on your ear, her voice hushed but full of dark promise. “She doesn’t understand you like I do. She doesn’t see you the way I do.” Her hands, too, slid beneath your clothing, the heat of her touch searing into your skin. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a burn. “I’ll make sure you understand. I’ll show you everything.”

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You could barely think.

They were both so close, so devouring. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper was a pull toward something you weren’t sure you were ready for. But it was happening now. Both of them. Together.

And you didn’t know how to stop it.

 The world was spinning. Every breath you took was shallow, filled with a mixture of confusion and want that you couldn’t control. Their touches—their lips, their bodies—had you trembling, pushing you further into the corner where escape felt impossible.

Aeri’s lips were back on yours, softer now, but the hunger still there, threaded between the gentle kisses. She was in control of this moment, or at least that’s what she wanted you to believe. You could feel the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she kissed you, a possessive heat building between you. Her hands were on your sides, dragging you closer, her body flush against yours, pressing you further against the cold, unforgiving brick wall.

But you could feel Yizhou, too. Her presence was a dark, tantalizing force behind you, pulling your body against hers with slow, deliberate pressure. Her hands roamed, skimming over your skin, tracing paths of fire across your neck, your shoulders, your sides. She kissed your skin as though she were tasting it, savoring every inch, every breath you took, her touch burning hotter with each passing second.

“You’re mine, too,” Yizhou’s voice broke through the heat between your kisses, sharp and possessive. Her words were like a demand, a promise—but not a threat. She was simply stating the truth, like she’d been waiting for this moment all along. “Don’t forget that.”

Aeri pulled away from you just slightly, her lips grazing yours with teasing slowness, before her eyes locked with Yizhou’s in a challenging gaze. She didn’t flinch. In fact, her lips curled into a slow, confident smile, as if daring her to do something. Do it, her look seemed to say. Take her, too.

Yizhou didn’t need any more permission. Her fingers slid down your waist, grasping you with possessive strength, before she tilted your chin back, exposing the soft curve of your neck. You barely had time to react before her lips were there again, hot and urgent, trailing the delicate skin with a possessiveness that sent a shiver through your spine.

And that was when it happened.

Aeri slid her hand into your hair, forcing your head back just enough to make sure you couldn’t look away, her eyes darkened by desire. “You think you’re going anywhere?” she whispered, voice thick with a dangerous sweetness. “We’re not letting you go. Not when you’re this perfect, this… ours.”

You felt her lips descend once more onto yours—harder this time, more insistent, and you couldn’t help but melt into her, your body responding before your mind even had the chance to catch up. The pull between the two of them—the way they were marking you, pulling you in every direction, had your mind swirling in a chaotic mix of need and confusion.

And yet, Yizhou’s words had twisted something inside of you, something primal. “You’re mine, too,” she repeated, as her mouth traveled back to your neck, kissing with dark intent, her teeth grazing your pulse point. She pulled you even closer, making sure there was no space left between you, her body flush against yours, her hands gripping the sides of your hips, holding you in place.

The way she said it—it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a plea. It was an undeniable fact.

Aeri watched, her eyes glinting with something darker now, as if she were considering the shifting dynamic. And then, slowly, she stepped back, giving you enough space for a moment to catch your breath—but only just. She traced a single finger along your jawline, drawing it down your throat before reaching your collarbone, where she paused, just for a moment, her finger pressing into the soft skin. “It’s clear we both want the same thing,” she murmured, her voice hushed but serious. “You’re not choosing one of us over the other.”

Yizhou’s eyes flicked to Aeri’s, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “No,” she agreed, her voice smooth like silk, but carrying an underlying current of possessiveness. “We’re going to share you. Both of us.”

The realization hit you like a wave, rushing over you in an overwhelming cascade of emotions. Aeri and Yizhou weren’t just claiming you individually anymore—they were deciding to take you together, intertwining their desires in a way that felt both suffocating and exhilarating all at once. The idea of being shared between them, of being at the center of their twisted, intimate battle for control, was overwhelming.

But you couldn’t pull away.

You weren’t sure you wanted to.

Aeri’s lips ghosted across your jaw, before her voice dropped lower, like a whisper only you could hear. “We’ll show you how good it can be… when we share you.”

Yizhou’s grip on your waist tightened, her fingers digging in slightly as she pulled you closer, if that was even possible, her lips trailing down your neck again, her words a promise—no, a declaration. “You’ll want this. You’ll need both of us.”

They were right there, both of them, and their words—their actions—made it clear that this was no longer just a game of possession. This was their twisted way of merging, of blending their desires until you were caught in the web of their shared claim. You were between them now—claimed by them both—and you couldn’t see a way out.

The air was heavy with anticipation, every breath you took fraught with the heat of their presence. Every kiss, every touch, pulled you deeper into their world, a world where only they existed, and you were a willing participant in their growing hunger.

You felt a shudder pass through you, not just from the intensity of their touches, but from the realization that this—what was happening now—wasn’t something you could easily walk away from.

And you weren’t sure you even wanted to.

_____

Shared. Consumed. Lost.

Their mouths were everywhere.

Aeri’s kisses grew deeper, more demanding, her fingers splayed across your lower back as she pressed you into the wall again, possessive and unyielding. Yizhou moved behind you like shadow and smoke, her mouth against your neck, collarbone, fingertips drawing circles just beneath the hem of your shirt—testing limits, teasing need.

You weren’t even sure where one ended and the other began.

Your thoughts—your voice—were gone. Stolen.

All you could do was feel.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, like this had been planned all along. A silent agreement between them to share you, consume you, possess you together. And you—helpless in their grip—could only sink deeper into it.

“I want to hear you say it,” Aeri breathed against your lips, one hand gripping your chin, tilting your head back until her eyes locked with yours. “Tell us you’re ours.”

Yizhou’s voice followed, low and dangerous, right against your ear. “Tell us you want this.”

You opened your mouth to speak—but nothing came out. The words tangled in your throat, twisted with heat and shame and something terrifyingly close to need.

Aeri leaned closer, her lips brushing your jaw, voice so soft it felt like a spell. “We’ll make you feel things you’ll never forget.”

Yizhou’s hands slid up your torso, slow and deliberate, her voice the opposite—sharp, steady, and dark. “And you won’t belong to anyone else after this.”

You felt your knees nearly buckle under the weight of them both.

Then—suddenly—Aeri’s phone buzzed.

The moment shattered like glass.

She tensed, a frown flickering across her lips. “Shit.”

Yizhou’s eyes darkened instantly, hand tightening at your waist. “Who is it?”

Aeri glanced at the screen.

Then her expression changed. Cold. Alert.

Her gaze snapped to you. “We have to go.”

“What—” you managed, voice finally breaking through the haze. “Why?”

Yizhou pulled away from your neck, her hand lingering, her voice dropping into something sharp, serious.

“They’re watching.”

You blinked.

“What do you mean?”

Aeri didn’t answer.

She grabbed your wrist and tugged you down the alleyway, Yizhou close behind. Their expressions had changed completely—no more teasing, no more heat. Just shadows.

You stumbled, breath catching as Aeri turned to face you again at the edge of the alley.

Her grip tightened.

Her voice low.

“Next time… we won’t stop.”

And then, behind her, in the distance—you swore you saw someone watching.

Still. Silent. Just out of reach.

Another presence.

Another threat.

Or something worse.

You turned to ask—but Aeri was already pulling you faster. Yizhou didn’t say a word.

And all you could think as they led you deeper into the dark was:

What have I gotten myself into?

[kodaiki]

can we get a bonus of y/n and sugurus convo after she visited him? please and ty:33

BONUS! y/n’s texts w suguru after their hangout

[kiestrokes]

Omg so I can't stop thinking about high sex with ateez like ive been so insatiably horny everything I've smoked or had an edible I just AHHH i just want dick so bad

Stoned Sex with ATEEZ | NSFW

⌛Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader/You/Yn (vagina pov) ⌛Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ⌛Genre: headcanon, imagine, smut. ⌛Warnings: cannabis use (obviously), in theory both parties are high, so it is mutual, everyone is consenting, established relationship vibes.

⌛Sexually Explicit Content: mentions of subspace, morning sex, rough sex, deep sex, feral (idk at this point just proceed with caution if you're just a vanilla person), rough touches, kissing, biting, cockwarming, oral (f receiving), humping, thigh fucking, surprise orgasm, orgasms.

🗝️ Note: let me know if I missed anything for the warnings, I am not really here in the realm of proof reading. Sorry, this took me a while to get to my atiny anon, hope it's enough to hold you over until you make it to a dick appt!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below. 

Park Seonghwa Hwa appears unassuming, the two of you go through the usual nightly routine but once he's got you in the bed things shift. He's a needy cat, pawing across your body, you fit snug against his hips as he rocks softly into you from behind, moaning about how soft and plush your skin is when he's like this. He doesn't want to be inside you, just nestled between your thighs from behind as his slim fingers play your clit like an instrument, stroking moans out of your body with each pluck.

Kim Hongjoong High Joong gives me feral vibes...HJ is usually so reserved. But something about the THC sends his brain into overdrive. Hongjoong can't keep his mouth off of you. It's everywhere, until it's finally exactly where you need. Between your thighs. He's rocking his hips restlessly into the end of the mattress at each squirm and thrust of you pelvis against his chin.

Jeong Yunho He is probably the most aware while high, the only thing is his grip is a little stronger than normal. Yunho basically wants to embed himself in your body. For his hands to become one with your thighs. You wake up with lovely handprints in the morning reminding you of him.

Kang Yeosang I feel like stoned sex with Yeo is going to be soft, like how Hwa talks about him being cute drunk. He's whiney and very vocally appreciative of you and your body. It's slow and maybe a little intense, missionary with you rolling on top. Yeo loses it when you press him down into the bed. He dissolves a little into subspace when he's high.

Choi San guys (non-gendered) I am so sorry but THIS man, he falls asleep before anything can actually happen. He sleepily stokes your fire, but you're left finishing the job yourself. Sorry to my San biases, I wish I felt different about this one too. He's just a sleepy man. Definitely wakes you up in the morning for some slowww, drawn out sex. He's intense from how he gazes at you to the lingering pace at which he fucks you.

Song Mingi High Mings becomes big and pliable. He's also whiney and vocal like Yeosang, but a little less articulate. Mingi wants to spoon you, which quickly escalates into something else. His hands are all over you, drifting across your body. Crushing you into his lap as he tries to bury himself in you, deeper and deeper with each thrust. The two of you fall asleep with him still inside (rip you with that uti later).

Jung Wooyoung Feral like his hyung...this guy. He can’t get enough of anything. His skin feels like it’s on fire. He wants to be melted to you. Your lips, tongue, it’s drawn-out sex because he doesn’t want it to end. You're overstimulated in the best way possible; every nerve ending is firing.

Choi Jongho Is giggly. I can just FEEL it. Jongho is laughing but also giving you that intense gaze and each touch is purposeful. You're so keyed up from the laughter and foreplay that your giddiness spills over into a quick and extreme orgasm that takes you both by surprise. Jongho has never come so quickly, and you sure as hell never have.

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[kairukitsuneo]

Your drawing of RodiMags >:) yes pls!

Take what you deserve, Maggie!!!

I'm so sorry for the late reply Thanks for the ask! Rodimags FTW 💕💕💕

[xavistarlight]

My anon babies who send fic requests please know that i see you and im working on them

I wish there was some way for me to reply to yall while still staying anonymous so you guys know I see them and I’m working on them and not ignoring you ( tumblr please make this possible)

And yes I do take requests! Feel free to yap , say hi whatever in my asks I love talking to yall 🤍

[ihangelic]

I thought I'd share with you a thought I've been having about the bnd x best friend's sister. While with Leehan I imagine that in front of your brother he would be teasing you, when your brother was distracted he would come into your room. Taesan I imagine that at night he would come in through your window and during sex he would still say "we don't want your brother to hear you, right?", sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language

okay literally WHO sent you my drafts???! y’all are mind readers i swear

[hanafubukki]

Pregnancy? 👀 Headcannons? 👀

Please say more.

((Also Hana I'm waiting for two of my asks to be answered wwraaaaaa 🦕))

I love how you guys always enable me 😂🤣💞💞

Apologies Anonie, I have a bunch of asks and I’m also a hoarder 😆 💞 it takes me a while to answer asks because: adult with low energy levels, sometimes I want to think more on an ask, some are quicker to answer than others, the muses have attacked me, etc. etc.

Curious though 👀 which other two asks? Was yours? I don’t think you labeled them with a “🦕” before 🤔 also do you want that as your name? (Unless you’re off anon, then that’s fine if you’re too shy or something 💞💞🫂🫂)

Hopefully in the meantime, these hormonal filled thoughts will do 🫡💞🫶 In hindsight, this is more horny than pregnancy headcanons lolol

Okay so these pregnancy headcannons are in a specific setting.

It’s in the past. (Are we surprised? 😆) You are transported before the fae vs human war. Meleanor and Levan are alive. Lilia is the Right General. And you? You are pregnant. (Think sometimes during first trimester)

You live in the castle with everyone the first week or so, but you’re not comfortable there. While there’s no war, not everyone looks favorably on humans. So, you were sent with Lilia to his cottage. Yes, that cottage. It was a gift by Maleficia to him for becoming the Right General. She gave it to him earlier since you arrived.

The cottage is different from what you remember. It’s not a home yet, but becomes one as the days pass by.

Lilia becomes accustomed to this peace with you. He’s nervous on how to treat you but he gets used to it. You are a big help calming his nerves.

(UTC for nsfwish, the real horny/hormonal thoughts, so stay away if uncomfortable. Also this is cliched but it’s me sooooo….lolol)

You’re pregnant and you’re horny. Great Sevens, are you frustrated. You pout and try not to let it show. You don’t want to make the General uncomfortable. He’s stubborn and it’s already hard on him with this whole situation.

The fae didn’t know that he could love for Great Seven’s sake! How could you tell him that you wanted to have sex with him? That you were hot and bothered and that he was the one making you this way. Those damn muscles. That sleek figure.

But he knows something is wrong and he asks you and you just…break down. Crying. Saying how you’re just sexually frustrated and you don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Lilia stays silent before plucking you and carrying you to the bedroom. He’s not blind. Do you know the restraint he’s had? You? Someone who loves him? Someone who treats him with such gentle touches. The one that can read him like a book. Whose smile haunts him even in his sleep?

Great Sevens, he was getting jealous of his future self because he has you. The current him? Had to hold back in respect for your wants and comfort. But then you tell him, you wanted him this whole time? His restraint? Gone.

He takes you to the bedroom. Lays you on top of him. You’re staring at him with wide eyes as Lilia tilts his forehead up against yours. Eyes half mast. Corner of his lips tugging upwards.

One hand slips into your hair and the other on your hip. “Go on. Show me. Teach me how to please you.”

He moves his hand and you gasp at how hard he is. You move your hips against his in the pace you prefer as he cups your cheeks. Swallowing your moans. Devouring you.

He won’t allow you to over do it though. He’s still hyper aware of the baby and he’s going to restrain himself back…after a round or two…

He going to make sure you eat and hydrate after for sure. Then both of you are going into the bathtub to soak.

I can see him even call a healer the next day if he left too many marks on you or he’s worried.

Some other domestic moments I thought of included:

Eating a strawberry and it leaves a stain on your lips. Lilia tilts your head up as he kisses you, “I’m addicted to your taste. Take responsibility.”

Shopping at the fae markets with him. You’re covered in a cloak, concealing you’re a human. The vendors are making fun of the General. He’s with a companion? That’s new. Come General, no need to be shy.

Lilia never thought he would want a family. A part of him even now still is confused. But to know in the future, he changes his mind? He can’t help but feel this hope, this yearning. And that surprises him even more, it’s something he’s always wanted but denies himself. During these moments, he just wraps his arms are you. Wishing for time to move quicker, so he could be in the present time with you.

As you see Anonie, this was more horny while pregnant than wholesome pregnant headcanons…whoops 😂😂 but as you can see, well you probably already knew, I am very not normal about him and I need him like I need my vitamins. Daily. 💞🫰🥰

[emilydorp]

Do you have any favorite gtop moments ever? Like, moments you cant stop thinking about

OMG OKI LEZ GO ANONY (again, my taste in GTOP moments is weird af, lmao).

They got married in front of every single person ever. Like please, that's just iconic.

2. Another on of them being married (and that's on periodt luv).

3. Yo, what upppp!

4. Kwon Jiyong, please do this again once you publicly return to your husband :'))

5. What was this even? Like. How married were they? Gosh.

6. I am obsessed with the pull up scene from the Secret Garden Parody. Tabi's jaw fighting for his life, his red ears, his EYES that can't hide his lust oh lorddd. I think about that scene way more than any sane human being should. I knowwww it's fan service but. Y'all. Y'all see how real it is at the same time, right?

7. GTOP proving they're in the GTOP tag (and are one of us).

8. This damn rainbow painting (what is its deeper significance? And these are just two of the MANY posts they made about this damn painting).

TOP's Instagram on 170427:

9. What even is this? Like.. what is even happening?

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10. Is it a wonder YB is low-key tired of them? I'm too. Like. We get it. Y'all are soulmates. Good for you.

11. Kwon Jiyong, we GET it, you love your husband. Please don't stop.

12. Tabi you are not slick. Like at all.

13. Iconnn! So many delulu and not so delulu moments, so much to unpack, there's so much content here, they're really giving "We just started datingggg, hihihihihi".

14. This moment makes me melt. Every. Single. Time. Really, when Choi Seunghyun decides to not hide his feelings for GD.. Pure magic. Look at his eyes. Look at him looking at Ji. Just. LOOK.

15. ListenNn. When Ji chose Ri to be his partner for shopping in Run BB Scout, Seunghyun was the world's most jealous bish (go watch the entire sceneee, that's his jealousssss smile, yes it isssss, GD agrees that he was jealous during Weekly Idol and he had the same smileeee, go fight the wall). Because they totallyy go shopping secretly all the time. Just, like, look at how unnatural Ri looks while shopping with Ji.. cuz all of his mannerisms are from when he goes shopping with Tabi :P

16. Look at him skipping away and being all giddy cuz Seunghyun hugged him on stage. Please wtaf why are they so in love.

17. This man. Looked into his husband's eyes. Then looked at his lips. Subconsciously pursed his own lips. Then looked into his bae bae's eyes again. And the entire time his eyes are full of the purest form of love and joy.

So um yeah. Thanks for coming to another one of my not-conspiracy-theory-related-just-plain-delulu Ted Talks.

[cinderellaarchives]

sorry for my first message to be so freaky lol! i love your writing ❤️ - a very new anon! 💤

Anon. I love what you asked so much it’s been rotting in my brain since you sent it, I’m cooking up something just for ye, we will get along very well.

Also tysm, I’m glad you like my work!🫶

[monster-effer]

Oh okk my wifi been acting up lately💀 I requested hcs with all the l&ds men about how'd they react to finding out reader can secretly pole dance, sfw and nsfw hcs if you do nsfw please! Thank you!!💕

This was a really fun concept to write about!!

It seems I am incapable of describing things concisely because this turned out much longer than I expected LMAO, I hope you enjoy 💗💗💗

Sylus

Funnily enough, this starts from a game of tipsy Truth of Dare with Luke and Kieran. You chose truth and they asked you to tell them one unknown fact about yourself. You are a certified yapper when you’re tipsy so you blabbed about your pole dancing hobby then passed out and forgot about your confession.

Of course this info made its way back to Sylus (most likely that same night). And he was intrigued. He would tease you while asking why you’ve been keeping such an interesting hobby from him.

The very next day he would have a pole installed in one of the spare rooms of his home base.

The room would be decorated with in dark, seductive colors with ceiling lights that  showcase the pole and the immediate area around it.

There is no furniture in the room besides a plush black arm chair and a side table.

Sylus calls you over to the N109 Zone saying that he has a surprise for you.

When you arrive he’s all smirks and being more vague than usual. You also don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

As he lets you walk into the room first, you are speechless.

“Forgive me if this is too presumptuous kitten, but I couldn’t get the image of you pole dancing out of my mind. I have a request, why don’t you show me what you’ve learned so far?”

“What’s in it for me?”

Sylus chuckles huskily before replying “Have I ever left you empty handed? You know me better than that.”

You gulp at his offer and quickly don the outfit and shoes that are placed neatly near the pole in the room.

Sylus dims the lights in the room, with the ceiling lights over the pole brighter than the rest. He settles into the armchair and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He adjusts himself in his pants, already feeling his cock stiffen from the anticipation.

You stretch and take a few breaths to get yourself in the zone.

You connect your phone to the speaker in the room then play the first song from your pole dancing playlist.

Once you feel confident and ready, you make eye contact with Sylus and begin to sway to the seductive music.

Although you took several classes in person, you have never performed for anyone before.

You begin to slowly whine your hips to the beat and spin while maneuvering around the pole.

With Sylus’ full attention focused on you, you can’t help but feel like a goddess.

Sylus’ gaze is practically searing your skin. You begin to perspire from the effort you’re putting into this performance. Feeling bold, you slide all the way down the pole until your thighs are flush with the floor. Then, you crawl towards Sylus.

Sylus sharply inhales and puts down his emptied glass on the side table as he eagerly awaits what’s to come.

When you reach him, you place your hands on his knees and slowly rise to your feet. You flash a mischievous smile at him before straddling his lap. Then you wind your arms around his neck and look into his eyes as you grind down hard onto his lap.

Your breath intermingles as you hypnotize him with your undulating hips. When your performance ends you are lightly panting, nervously awaiting to hear his thoughts.

Sylus is mesmerized by the gift you’ve just given him. And he can’t help but to cup the right side of your face before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Your lips glide against one another before you both have to pull away to catch your breath.

“Does that mean you enjoyed the show?”

“You were exquisite my sweetie,” he says as he places his hands under your thighs and rises from the chair. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he walks towards the door of the room.

“Now, let me give you your prize for that outstanding performance.”

Zayne

Zayne is walking around downtown Linkon when something catches his eye. He sees someone that looks suspiciously like you in the window of a fitness class. He has eyes for no one else as he watched you swing effortlessly around the pole. Not wanting to be mistaken for a pervert, he only watches for a few more moments before continuing on his walk.

He ends up walking past his intended destination because he was lost in thought over what he saw. So many questions pop into his mind. Luckily it is Thursday, and he has plans with you this weekend.

Saturday morning finally arrives, and you are at Zayne’s door holding an assorted box of fruit flavored macaroons.

As you let yourself in with your key, you find Zayne washing dishes in his kitchen. He is lost in his thoughts because he doesn’t immediately notice you’ve come in. You place the macaroons on the kitchen counter before circling his waist with your arms and resting your head on his back.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” he says softly.

“I just arrived. A penny for your thoughts?”

He finishes washing the dish in his hand before he dries his hand on a clean dish towel. He untangles his body from yours so he can face you.

“I saw something interesting when I was taking a stroll in downtown Linkon earlier this week.”

“Oh? And what was so interesting that it’s stayed on your mind until now?”

Zayne pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as a light blush overtakes his cheekbones.

“I saw someone who looked exactly like you a few days ago. They could have been your doppelgänger.”

It doesn’t immediately register in your mind that he’s talking about you yet.

“Oh? And what was my twin doing?”

He clears his throat before continuing. “Pole dancing,” he says in a low tone.

Your eyes widen as you connect the dots.

“O-oh,” you say shakily.”

“It’s a new hobby that I picked up recently. I didn’t think you, my doctor, would complain about me building muscle,” you reply cheekily.

“It seems you misunderstood me. I am far from complaining. I do have a request though.”

“And what is that?”

“I request an encore performance, just for me. Considering your medical condition, it is not advisable to begin a new exercise routine without first consulting your doctor.” He says with the smallest grin on his face.

“When is your next available appointment? I had a pole installed in my apartment a week ago. We can conduct your assessment there.”

Rafayel

Rafayel comes across your knee pads and skimpy outfit when he visits your apartment one day.

“What kind of event calls for this outfit cutie?” He asks while holding up your short shorts and knee pads.

IMO Rafayel would be very curious about your pole dancing skills. He would teasingly request a demonstration of your skills and he’d be adorably flustered as he watches your body wind up, down and around the pole.

The man would be flabbergasted and turned on at this demonstration of strength and the expression of freedom as you perform for him.

The sensual nature of this private show is heavy in the room. He’s never seen you look so confident and carefree before. He lets out a weak moan as he watches you and begins to palm his erection through his dress pants.

As a result of your performance, his libido and creativity are at an all time high.

He would have a pole installed in his studio and call you over one day.

He would request that you to hold various poses for him as he attempts to capture the raw sensuality you exude.

Rafayel would get so worked up while he paints that his ever steady hand begins to shake. Before he is done, he is begging for you to use him for your own pleasure. Whether it be riding his face, his cock or his fingers. Any of those get him off because your pleasure is his.

This develops into a pleasurable cycle.

One, two, three paintings later result in Rafayel being desperate and needy for you. More so than he already was. He is never letting you go.

And the paintings of you begin to pile up in his studio. But they aren’t for sale of course, they are for his eyes only.

Because to Rafayel you are the most captivating work of art he’s ever seen, and he will not share this side of you with the rich schmucks that can afford his art.

Caleb

Caleb finds out about your new hobby during one of his visits to Linkon. Instead of heading to his apartment in Skyhaven, he came over to your apartment for a change of pace.

When he walks into your apartment, he is immediately greeted by the pole you had installed in your living room.

He playfully raises his eyebrow and tilts his head to the side as he says, “I didn’t know you have this in you pipsqueak.”

You shrug and say, “I’m not a kid anymore Caleb.”

He slowly eyes you up and down. “Oh, there’s no doubt about that. How exactly did you start this new hobby?”

As you explain that you got into pole dancing for fun and strength building Caleb is nodding along with your reasoning.

“Strength building huh? Show me what you’ve learned so far princess.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. But you eventually agree then go change into the performance outfit that gives you the most confidence.

Caleb is already feeling flustered when he sees the skimpy outfit you changed into. He has tried not to act on his long held crush but today may push him past his limit.

As you stretch you wonder if this is crossing the line for what is acceptable to do with a childhood friend/pseudo brother figure. Although you’ve denied it on multiple occasions, your feelings for Caleb lost their innocence well before this moment.

You grab your bluetooth speaker and turn on some music. As you lock gazes with Caleb you feel like this is the point of no return.

Caleb looks suspiciously comfortable seated on your living room couch, thighs spread wide and arms resting on the back of the sofa.

You gaze trails away from him as you close your eyes to get yourself into the zone. After taking a deep breath, you begin to strut around the pole. You seamlessly transition into a routine that you’ve practiced multiple times. But today it feels different, somehow more intimate because Caleb is watching you.

You lose yourself in the music as you climb the pole and twirl slowly down it. You feel so seductive in this moment as you lock eyes with Caleb and take in his reaction.

Caleb was already attracted to you because how could he not be? But tonight, he is struggling to hold back his possessive urges to stake his claim on you. In his mind, you have always been his and tonight he’s going to make sure you know it.

He doesn’t even wait for you to finish your routine before he activates his evol and pulls you right into his lap. His violet eyes were filled with lust as he takes in the surprised look on your face.

You are shook to say the least. Caleb doesn’t use his evol on you often, and when he has it was never for something like this. The tension between you two is thick as you look into each other’s eyes.

“I take it that you liked the show?”

“I’m sure you can feel how much I enjoyed it princess. From now on think I’ll be crashing at your place whenever I’m in town,” he says before pulling you into a messy kiss.

Xavier

Xavier finds out about your new hobby from overhearing a conversation you were having with Tara and Simone.

From the brief snippets he heard, it seemed like something you were really excited about. It made him wonder why you haven’t mentioned it to him yet. Since you two talk practically every day there have been plenty of opportunities to do so.

A few weeks pass before Xavier feels like he’s given you enough time. He decides to bring it up while you two laze around his apartment.

“I heard you talking to your coworkers about your new hobby.”

You choke on your boba tea.

“Did you now?”

“Yeah,” he answers breezily. “What is it?”

“I’m learning how to pole dance. It utilizes multiple muscle groups and I like how it makes me feel.”

Xavier is shocked but he doesn’t let it show on his face. “How does it make you feel?”

You whisper out “Strong…and beautiful.”

Xavier hums lightly at your answer.

“Are you allowed to record yourself in the classes you take?”

“I would have to check. But, I had a pole installed in my apartment a few days ago.”

A small smile appeared on Xavier’s face. “Can you show me your moves bunny?”

You send a flirtatious smile his way before standing up and walking towards his front door.

Let’s just say that Xavier is mystified by your hips. You show out for him just to see what causes him to lose his composure. It happens to be the moment that you slide down the pole, proceed to stand up and swivel your hips in a figure eight motion that does it.

Xavier flashes over to the pole, grabs you, then sits back on the couch while holding you in his lap. “Continue dancing,” is all he says in the commanding tone that makes your heart quiver. When you look in his eyes you realize you may have pushed him too hard.

You gyrate in his lap as you hold his gaze, charmed by his blue eyes that have darkened with lust.

His thumbs are digging into your hips, holding you in place. As if you’re trying to escape.

Xavier would 100% whisper some nasty shit into your ear while you continue to grind on him. Once he’s had enough let’s just say that your bed frame and pussy never recovered ♡.

[demonstars]

if you’re still interested in clipping could you pleaseee clip some of the dnf + sapnap moments i haven’t seen too many floating around

DREAM: [SOMETHING] VIDCON. SAPNAP: What'd you say? DREAM: What [happened is that] I'm going to VIDCON. SAPNAP: This guy's flexing. DREAM: I just saw it on my Twitter. SAPNAP: I'm not going to VIDCON. DREAM: I mean, you could go too, but... SAPNAP: I'm not going. I'm gonna be locked in, I'm gonna lock in so I can rearrange [BLEEP]'s bone structure. [LAUGHS] DREAM: GEORGE should come with me, though. GEORGE: It does sounds like a lot of fun [SCOFF]. DREAM: Especially because SAPNAP is not there, right? GEORGE: That does make it better. SAPNAP: That's fucked up.

[facefullofsadness]

https://x.com/gshourly/status/1808492502145528047?t=Q-72VZ8NfiE8KsqGd3dcqA&s=19

Uhmm UHMMM💓💓

OH MY GOD?!?!?!?!? THE WAY SHE LICKS AND BITES HER LIP AND LIKE HOW NONCHALANT SHE JS PICKS UP HER PHONE IM- YALL DONT FUCKING GET ITTTT 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she's sooooo bf coded here omg the fit? she's always got some loser bf fit during dance practices but it's not fair cuz she's FINE AS FUCK AERI PLEASE MERCY