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Stray Kids(스트레이 키즈) "KARMA" TEASER IMAGES 𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬🎉

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Love reading over my own fic that I’ve already posted and finding typos or really shitty sentence construction like 🙃🙃🙃🙃

No beta we die like idiots I guess!

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via thh_cb (2025.07.27)

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Seo Changbin in Stray Kids 5TH FANMEETING ‘𝗦𝗞𝗭 𝟱'𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞’ Behind Ep.02 (2025.07.29)

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Sangiovese Cellar {pt 9}

Bang Chan x Reader

genre: slow burn, angst, eventual smut warnings: vampires, cults, blood, host club, panic attacks, dissociation, self harm, [[more tags to be added as story progresses]] {masterlist}

this chapter contains graphic depictions of needles and a blood draw

a/n: Hello again my little bloodborne pathogens! Every time I update I feel like I have to apologize for the wait in between each chapter, but that's how life goes. Sorry to leave you on ANOTHER cliffhanger, but they're just too juicy :3 The slow burn is slow burning, I promise I still have the crockpot turned on!

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A needle. 

A tube. 

A vacuum sealed vial. 

A miniature stemmed glass. 

A red elastic band.

Each item clinks against the metal tray as Christopher pulls out the supplies for the blood draw one by one. He seems to take his time with the equipment, looking over everything, as if he’s stalling. You could’ve called one of the phlebotomists on staff, but Christopher insisted on drawing the blood himself.

From your angle across the room, you have a chance to admire his profile in silence. The long bridge of his nose, the curve of his plump lips, his perfectly groomed brows drawn together slightly in concentration— he’s a statue of the divine. You mentally thank whatever god held the hammer and chisel as they delicately carved out his features. 

They would’ve called him sunkissed in Soltersa. 

You huff out a small laugh at the irony. Christopher turns to look at you. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you grin. “Just… you’re so… pretty.”

His brain must be short circuiting as his eyes flutter in confusion. 

“What, can’t take a compliment?” you chide.

“No, I mean…” he says. “I don’t hear that one very often.”

“Well maybe you should.”

You smirk at the way Christopher gawks at you. Hyunjin’s coaching is working. Sangiovese has changed you little by little in such a short time, tending to the budding confidence within you. It feels nice to banter a little with Christopher, loosening up the tension in the room.

He picks up the tray and brings it over to your seat, placing it gingerly on the small table. His eyes trail your body slowly, lingering on the crook of your elbow, as if he can already see the blood pumping through your veins. Then he meets your eyes, almost knocking you over with his intense gaze.

Christopher pulls at the edge of his gloves, having swapped his leather ones for a pair of black nitrile. Tying the red elastic band around the top of your arm, he takes care not to pinch your skin. You make a fist, squeezing tight and holding. You know the drill, this is nothing new to you.

 He kneels down, leaning forward to run a finger over your skin with the barest touch to find a vein. As his gloved finger dances over your inner elbow, he pauses with a frown.

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CUTEST MOST BEAUTIFUL MY EVERYTHING

+ but goddamn...

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Sangiovese Cellar {pt 9}

Bang Chan x Reader

genre: slow burn, angst, eventual smut warnings: vampires, cults, blood, host club, panic attacks, dissociation, self harm, [[more tags to be added as story progresses]] {masterlist}

this chapter contains graphic depictions of needles and a blood draw

a/n: Hello again my little bloodborne pathogens! Every time I update I feel like I have to apologize for the wait in between each chapter, but that's how life goes. Sorry to leave you on ANOTHER cliffhanger, but they're just too juicy :3 The slow burn is slow burning, I promise I still have the crockpot turned on!

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I have only posted this on tumblr and on AO3- user: honeywyrdie

A needle. 

A tube. 

A vacuum sealed vial. 

A miniature stemmed glass. 

A red elastic band.

Each item clinks against the metal tray as Christopher pulls out the supplies for the blood draw one by one. He seems to take his time with the equipment, looking over everything, as if he’s stalling. You could’ve called one of the phlebotomists on staff, but Christopher insisted on drawing the blood himself.

From your angle across the room, you have a chance to admire his profile in silence. The long bridge of his nose, the curve of his plump lips, his perfectly groomed brows drawn together slightly in concentration— he’s a statue of the divine. You mentally thank whatever god held the hammer and chisel as they delicately carved out his features. 

They would’ve called him sunkissed in Soltersa. 

You huff out a small laugh at the irony. Christopher turns to look at you. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you grin. “Just… you’re so… pretty.”

His brain must be short circuiting as his eyes flutter in confusion. 

“What, can’t take a compliment?” you chide.

“No, I mean…” he says. “I don’t hear that one very often.”

“Well maybe you should.”

You smirk at the way Christopher gawks at you. Hyunjin’s coaching is working. Sangiovese has changed you little by little in such a short time, tending to the budding confidence within you. It feels nice to banter a little with Christopher, loosening up the tension in the room.

He picks up the tray and brings it over to your seat, placing it gingerly on the small table. His eyes trail your body slowly, lingering on the crook of your elbow, as if he can already see the blood pumping through your veins. Then he meets your eyes, almost knocking you over with his intense gaze.

Christopher pulls at the edge of his gloves, having swapped his leather ones for a pair of black nitrile. Tying the red elastic band around the top of your arm, he takes care not to pinch your skin. You make a fist, squeezing tight and holding. You know the drill, this is nothing new to you.

 He kneels down, leaning forward to run a finger over your skin with the barest touch to find a vein. As his gloved finger dances over your inner elbow, he pauses with a frown.

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CHAMPION OF KARMA

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Seo Changbin in Stray Kids "KARMA" Trailer (2025.07.24)

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Seungmin + Hollow Jacket Making movie ✨

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[SKZ VLOG] ♡ Lee Know log ꒰200826꒱

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I unfollowed someone earlier today for being anti-smut in fandom spaces and I’ve been noticing a trend in my algorithm lately, so I’m going to make it crystal clear:

This is an 🔞 blog. Minors should not interact with anything on this blog as I post adult content.

This is a RPF (real person fic) friendly blog. You will find fics about fictional characters AND about celebs, idols, public figures, whoever in a fictional media setting. Using the public persona and appearance of a public figure as a character study is welcome in this space. It is fiction.

This is a reader insert friendly blog. You don’t have to engage with fics that include it.

This is a smut friendly blog. Don’t get me started on how smutty fanworks are vital to the livelihood of fandom, I did part of my masters degree about it, I could go on for ages lol. Smut is welcome, encouraged, and will be shared in this space.

This is a kink friendly blog. You will find kink related material on this blog in fiction pieces. It will be tagged accordingly.

Fandom, self insert, smut, and kink are intertwined and have informed each other for decades. You are not required to engage with the parts of it you find distasteful. Kink shaming is not welcome. Sexual expression in fandom is vital, especially in these times, and this blog embraces it.

It is your personal responsibility to curate your social media spaces. I won’t tolerate the idea that everything needs to cater to your preferences if you’re not using the tools available to you to carve your own niche in these spaces. Feel free to scroll, block, etc. away from something you don’t want to see.

This is a blog dedicated to different kinds of horny thoughts. If that’s not something you’re vibing with, I encourage you to find somewhere else.

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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I finally watched the MV for In Your Fantasy and holy shit it’s so Sangiovese coded???? I almost wish I was writing about Ateez now because they got the aesthetic spot on for what I have been envisioning

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Sangiovese Cellar {pt 8}

Bang Chan x Reader

genre: slow burn, angst, eventual smut warnings: vampires, cults, blood, host club, panic attacks, dissociation, self harm [[more tags to be added as story progresses]] {masterlist}

a/n: Hello my little hypodermic needles! I'm updating this chapter from work, don't tell my boss lol. This chapter ended up being long winded, so I am splitting this scene into two, so hold tight for the next one!

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~~The night before~~

It was near dawn when Chris stood in front of his greenhouse, watching the small spider navigate the carnivorous plants. This tiny, insignificant thing that had hitched a ride in the bag of mealworms he used as plant food was currently trekking around a death trap. It climbed up the leaves of the pitcher plant, dangling its weight above the venus fly traps. He stared at this small, bold spider for so long he didn’t realize how much the ultraviolet light from the lamp was stinging his eyes.

Changbin opened the door to the suite, arriving back after his own evening out in Ambrose. When he found Chris standing still as a statue in front of his plants, he sighed.

“I hope you’re keeping your hands away from that thing,” he called out.

Christopher looked up suddenly, startled by Changbin’s presence.

“What happened this time?” he asked.

“I…” Chris muttered, embarrassed that he was caught again by his friend. “I wanted to bite her again.”

“It’s normal to want to bite a human, Chris. It’s how we’re made,” Changbin said, moving to the kitchenette. He pulled a few blood vials out of his jacket pocket and put them in the fridge. “I got a sample vial from one of the on-call services they offer at L’Hemotage. They all smelled delicious, so I understand getting worked up about it after not having human blood in so long.”

Chris slowly shook his head. 

“This feels different, Bin. Different from a normal blood lust. I wanted to hold her, mark her, hide her from the world. I wanted to taste her pulse as it weakens,” he said, pressing a hand to his temple. “It makes me feel fucking insane because I don’t even know her!”

Changbin rolled his eyes.

“So… get to know her. It’ll be like exposure therapy.”

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