#oh no felix is dying

[threepoint14art]

redraw de los funtimes + nuestra oc Michelle!!!!!!!! yay!!!

Michelle existe porque tenia unas ganas gigantes de shippear a Abby pero ya no tenia personas posibles LOL, es una Platalea ajaja <3 Que exista me ayuda poner a lily en el centro porque ella es la que canta y se merece estar en el centro

los dibujos enteros de cada uno :P :

y el frame original de sra cara de papa :9

[funnyscienceman]

ever think about how graves' pet name for TF is "sunshine"

[sora-kinomoto]

lol what if Félix had the Ladybug miraculous

[ghoul--doodle]

Guys I had a dream abt last night who I am in the process of oc-ifing

[pirdmystery]

have not been able to think about anything but the glenn govan fraldarius art i rb'd earlier today

[sunoo-bby]

hello darling <3

hiiIIIIII .

[avjm]

Gosh hes beautiful

SKZ 5TH FANMEETING Invitation Video💞

[onetinydumpling]

Kpop idols with platinum blonde/blonde hair or even just really light hair in general:

THEY CAN’T STAY THAT COLOR FOREVER

( oh my god, their poor hair follicles)

[meenaxskz]

when you slightly cut your finger (maknae line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack warnings: minor injury | slight blood | language hyung line | ✧ maknae line

han

You: “Ow! shit.” “WHO HURT YOU. I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FIGHT A FRUIT.” You blink. Jisung skids into the kitchen wearing pajama pants and one sock “Did you just stab yourself?! With a knife?! Were you slicing things?! WHY WERE YOU SLICING THINGS UNSUPERVISED??” You hold up your finger. A small cut. Like, embarrassingly small. He stares. Goes dead silent. Then clutches his chest. “I’m gonna throw up. I wasn’t emotionally ready for gore this early.” You grin. “You’re being dramatic.” “YOU’RE BLEEDING!” “It’s one drop!” “THAT DROP CAME FROM YOUR BODY BABY. THAT’S PRECIOUS FLUID.” You: wincing a little “Can you get me a bandaid?” “I’ll get you a medal for surviving this.” “It’s not that bad...” “Shhh. Don’t talk. Save your strength.” “...Jisung” He picks you up bridal-style “TO THE COUCH. MEDIC STATION ENGAGED.” He sets you down with a pillow “Don’t move. You might pass out.” He disappears and comes back 0.6 seconds later with: -Two band-aids -A fluffy towel -His emotional support hoodie -And a candle You blink, scared to ask... “What’s the candle for...” “In case we need to create mood lighting for your goodbye.” You start laughing. “Ji...” “Just tell me what you want for dinner in the next life.” You sigh dramatically. You can’t help it. You milk it harder just to watch him spiral “I think I’m getting dizzy…��� He drops to his knees. “I’LL DIE WITH YOU.” “WHAT—” “I’M SERIOUS. ROMEO AND JULIET, BABY. I’M NOT READY TO DATE AGAIN.” “We’ve been together for 8 months.” “EXACTLY. TOO LATE TO START OVER.”

felix

You: “Ow—!” Felix: immediate record scratch from across the kitchen “What?! What happened?! What did you TOUCH?!” You hold up your hand. One small cut. One tiny drop of blood. That’s it. Felix gasps like he just watched you get stabbed. “OH MY GOD?? BABY?!” You're biting your lip to keep from laughing “…It hurts.” He practically sprints across the room, grabbing your hand like he’s about to deliver CPR. “Where?! Let me see. wait, do we need to go to the hospital?!” You dramatically flutter your lashes “I don’t know. I might faint. Hold me?” His face: shook. “Oh no no no no don’t faint, not on me, please... I didn’t take first aid this year!” “I think… I see the light.” His eyes full of panic “NO YOU DON’T.” “Tell my pet rock I loved it.” He starts fanning your face “Please don’t die, you haven’t even tried the new cookie recipe yet” You can’t help it. You snort-laugh. Felix pauses. Blink blink. “…You’re joking?” You wheeze, “You were fanning me with a potholder, Lix.” He steps back, face going red, hands still hovering mid-air “You...you LIED?!” “...Just a little.” “...I almost cried.” You grin. “That’s how much you love me, huh?” He crosses his arms. “I was gonna write you a goodbye song.” “You were???” “I had the first line already. ‘Strawberries took her, but love remains." You laugh “Oh my GOD—” --- Later, you find a band-aid on your finger with a doodled heart and tiny wings drawn in pen. And on the counter? A sticky note: “Even if you’re dramatic, I’d still die for your stupid finger. – Lixie ”

seungmin

You: “Ow—OH MY GOD.” Seungmin from the hallway : “What happened? Are you dying? Please say yes, I need a nap.” “I’m bleeding!” Seungmin walks in. Stops. Stares at you dramatically crouched on the floor “…You cut yourself slicing cucumbers again, didn’t you?” You lift your hand like Simba on Pride Rock “There’s blood. I’m leaking.” He leans over. Squints at the cut “…That is not ‘leaking.’ That is ‘lightly annoyed skin.’” You gasp. “Are you mocking my pain?!” “Yes. In 4K. Live broadcast.” You dramatically press a paper towel to your finger. “I’m going into shock.” He opens the fridge. “Should I write your will on a sticky note?” “I want my funeral catered. With champagne.” Seungmin deadpan "Noted. Now let’s wrap up this drama before I call the real medics—aka Chan and his weird healing dad voice.” But then he actually sees the cut. And pauses “Oh. Okay, that’s… deeper than I thought.” You blink. “So you do care.” “No, I care about bloodstains on the counter.” He walks off. Comes back 15 seconds later with a bandaid, antiseptic, and your favorite cartoon sticker. “Did you just bring me a Spongebob bandaid?” He's focused on dabbing your finger “Don’t make it weird.” You smile. “You’re sweet when you pretend you’re not sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re loud when you pretend you’re dying.” He finishes the bandaid, carefully pressing it on. Doesn’t say anything. Then leans forward and gently kisses your forehead. You blink. He immediately straightens “You imagined that.” “I literally felt your lips—” “You imagined that!” he repeats louder, walking away. You didn't <3

i.n

You: “AH—SHIT. SHIT—” Jeongin: appears from thin air “WHO DO I HAVE TO FIGHT.” You dramatically hold up your finger. He blinks. “That’s… a paper cut.” You: “It’s worse. It’s a betrayal. I was spreading butter.” Jeongin: squints at the butter knife like it just insulted his mother “…You’re bleeding from a utensil designed for gentle smearing.” “I’m fragile. Treat me like one of your skincare serums.” He walks over, deadpan “You want a bandaid or a eulogy?” “I want a statue built in my honor.” He smirks. “Okay, I’ll put it next to the box of shame.” You gasp “You are so mean.” He pulls out his phone. Snap. “You’re gonna thank me when I show this photo to your future kids.” You glare. “Delete it.” He snorts. “Nope. This is art.” Three minutes later. You’re pouting in silence. Jeongin: still chuckling “Oh come on, baby, it’s funny.” You stay quiet. Still cradling your finger. “…You okay?” Silence. “Wait… are you… actually upset?” You sniff dramatically. His entire soul leaves his body. “OH NO—WAIT—OKAY—BABY—I’M SORRY.” He scrambles for the bandaid drawer. Pulls out three sizes, a mini ice pack, and an emergency cookie (??). “This one has Snoopy on it...do you want Snoopy? Or glitter?” You sniff again “...Snoopy.” He gently puts it on. Blows on your finger “Am I forgiven?” You squint. “…You made fun of my butter injury.” He presses his lips to your bandaged finger like it’s sacred. Then your cheek. Then your forehead. “I’ll never mock butter again. Swear on my AirPods.” You grin. He pauses “…Wait. You’re milking this, aren’t you.” You smile sweetly. “Love you~” Jeongin groans. “...I’m keeping that photo”

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[reasoningdaily]

My former U.S. Track and Field teammate Tori Bowie, who was found dead in her home in Florida on May 2, of complications related to childbirth at 8 months pregnant, was a beautiful runner. She was effortless. At the Rio Olympics, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 100 relay. Tori was the anchor. When she got the baton, I remember thinking, “it’s over.” She just accelerated. When she crossed the finish line, I couldn’t wait to run over to her to celebrate. It was her first, and only, Olympic gold medal.

She also picked up a silver (in the 100-m) and bronze (200-m) in Brazil. The next year, at the 2017 World Championships in London, Tori won the 100-m title, earning the title of “world’s fastest woman.” Tori started out as a long jumper. So seeing her thrive as a sprinter was a huge deal. She was just such a bright light, and people were getting to see that.

Tori grew up in Mississippi and had this huge Southern accent. She didn’t take herself too seriously. You felt this sense of ease when you were around her. I last saw her in early 2021, in San Diego, where she was training. She gave me the biggest hug; something about her spirit was just very, very sweet. I felt her sweetness come over me that day.

Tori was 32 when she died. According to the autopsy, possible complications contributing to Bowie’s death included respiratory distress and eclampsia—seizures brought on by preeclampsia, a high blood pressure disorder that can occur during pregnancy. I developed preeclampsia during my pregnancy with my daughter Camryn, who was born in November 2018. The doctors sent me to the hospital, where I would deliver Camryn during an emergency C-section, at 32 weeks. I was unsure if I was going to make it. If I was ever going to hold my precious daughter.

Like so many Black women, I was unaware of the risks I faced while pregnant. According to the CDC, in 2021 the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 2.6 times the rate for white women. About five days before I gave birth to Camryn, I was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I mentioned that my feet were swollen. As we went around the table, the women shared their experiences during pregnancy. My cousin said she also had swollen feet. My mom didn’t. Not once did someone say, ‘oh, well, that’s one of the indicators of preeclampsia.’ None of us knew. When I became pregnant, my doctor didn’t sit me down and tell me, ‘these are things that you should look for in your pregnancy, because you are at a greater risk to experience these complications.’

That needs to change, now, especially in light of Tori’s tragic passing. Awareness is huge. Serena Williams had near-death complications during her pregnancy. Beyoncé developed preeclampsia. I hate that it takes Tori’s situation to put this back on the map and to get people to pay attention to it. But oftentimes, we need that wake-up call.

The medical community must do its part. There are so many stories of women dying who haven’t been heard. Doctors really need to hear the pain of Black women.

Luckily, there’s hope on several fronts. Congress has introduced the Momnibus Act, a package of 13 bills crafted to eliminate racial disparities in maternal health and improve outcomes across the board. California passed Momnibus legislation back in 2021. These laws make critical investments in areas like housing, nutrition, and transportation for underserved communities. Further, several pharmaceutical companies are making advances on early detection and treatment of preeclampsia.

Three gold medalists from that 4 x 100 relay team in Rio set out to become mothers. All three of us—all Black women—had serious complications. Tianna Madison has shared that she went into labor at 26 weeks and entered the hospital “with my medical advance directive AND my will.” Tori passed away. We’re dealing with a Black Maternal Health crisis. Here you have three Olympic champions, and we’re still at risk.

I would love to have another child. That’s something that I know for sure. But will I be here to raise that child? That’s a very real concern. And that’s a terrifying thing. This is America, in 2023, and Black women are dying while giving birth. It’s absurd.

I’m hopeful that things can get better. I’m hopeful that Tori, who stood on the podium at Rio, gold around her neck and sweetness in her soul, won’t die in vain.

—as told to Sean Gregory

[seung-mong]

seung-mong's kinktober 2024!

gulp~ they're right behind me arent they? well... more like on top!

☆BANGCHAN☆

whats your favorite scary movie? - after a mysterious call in the middle of the night threatens to ruin horror movie night with your friends, you cant help shake the feeling that someone's watching your every move. at this point you dont know what's worse: a creepy stalker managing to sneak his way into the house, or how awkward and fidgety chan's been all evening!

includes: ghostface!bangchan x fem!reader, stalking, choking, slight knife play, blood kink, +more!

☆LEEKNOW☆

and so the lion fell in love with the lamb - after moving to romania against your parents' wishes to live a peaceful life with your dying grandfather, your dreams are plagued with visions of pale, almost shimmering skin, droplets of crimson red blood with the taste of the sweetest wine, and sharp fangs that make you sweat in your sleep. your grandfather can only urge you to pray, despite the growing dread in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the bruises that linger on your skin. not to mention the puncture wounds right by the side of your neck!

includes: vampire!leeknow x inexperienced fem!reader, stalking, religious themes, marking, +more!

☆CHANGBIN☆

not all monsters do monstrous things - changbin's been acting different lately, and you're hesitant to talk to him about it. after the accident that left him bloodied and bruised, the last thing you want to do is bring up how he's become so distant lately, passing up on opportunities to hang out, refusing your physical affection, ditching you for the new group of friends that seemed to appear out of thin air. but when he stands you up on your birthday dinner on Halloween, you know he's crossed the line!

includes: werewolf!changbin x fem!reader, childhood best friends trope, depictions of gore and violence, size kink, manhandling, strength kink, + more!

☆HYUNJIN☆

its amazing, the love inside, you take it with you - finally, a space of your own! a safe space for you to practice your spells without accidentally setting your mom's heirlooms on fire. a safe space for you to brew your potions without your mom complaining about the smell and how you're doing it wrong (you've figured). a safe space for you to chat with your cat companion, milo, without your mother rolling her eyes. a safe space... with an awkward, clumsy, GOSSIP of a soul with unfinished business!

includes: ghost!hyunjin x witch fem!reader, voyeurism, pervy hyunjin, subby hyunjin, femdom raahhh, overstimulation, dacryphila, +more!

☆HAN☆

you could be happy here, i could take care of you. i wouldn't let anybody hurt you. we could grow up together! - han thinks hes seeing things. he usually enjoys camping by himself, but when a bright light and a high pitched noise makes his head throb and his nose bleed, he genuinely thinks he could die. now he REALLY thinks hes seeing things because.. is that someone falling from the sky? after deciding to sleep on it, he meets you. and uh, oh yea. he's definitely seeing things!

includes: loser nerd!han x alien fem!reader, subby hanji, han jisung is a SIMP LOSER, bondage, use of some kind of aphrodisiac, choking, +more!

☆FELIX☆

absence makes the heart grow fonder…or forgetful - never being one to believe in fairytales, you were the only one in your village brave enough to explore the thick woods across the train tracks just south of your home. finally, a place where you can think in silence, with no one to disrupt your writing. when the creatures of the forest begin to make themselves known to you, you ignore all the signs telling you to run. especially when the so-called evil trickster fairy is the most beautiful boy you've seen in your life!

includes: faery!felix x fem!reader, kinda inexperienced felix, lowkey corruption kink (litrally if u squint), felix has wings (that r sensitive), overstim, +more!

☆SEUNGMIN☆

this is true love- do you think this happens everyday? - seungmin is too young for this, he thinks. the youngest prince to take the crown in centuries, and the war between his kingdom and the kingdom of the forest is intensifying. his people are going missing, and he has no idea what to do. it does not help that the king of the forest scares him shitless. he turns to you for help, the last witch of your line- you can thank his family for that!

includes: prince!seungmin x witch fem!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (the trope belongs to him i fear), hatefucking, biting, bondage, +more!

☆JEONGIN☆

we all go a little mad sometimes. haven't you? - you really should have filled up your gas tank. your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, and the storm outside only further dampens your spirits. its dark and empty for miles, besides the little light that flickers on the side of the road. you brave the journey on foot, shivering, and soaking wet. your heart drops when you see the shelter, old and run down. thank god the young gentleman inside is kind enough to offer you a bed for the night!

includes: serial killer!jeongin x fem!reader, primal play, fear play, choking, knife play, jeongin is really rouch, +more!

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[rmview]

they have a low spice tolerance, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of what the stray kids boys are like when they find out they have a spice tolerance lower than yours!

contents — fluff, no warnings.

bang ☄︎ chan

bang chan always prided himself on trying new things, so when you casually suggested a spicy noodle challenge, he was on board. “how bad can it be?” he asked confidently, watching you prepare the fiery dish. but as soon as he took the first bite, his eyes widened, and a bright red flush crept up his neck.

“oh my god,” he gasped, grabbing his water bottle and gulping it down, only to find it made the burn worse. “how are you eating this so calmly?” he exclaimed, watching you casually slurp up the noodles like it was nothing.

you laughed at his reaction, offering him some milk. “i thought you were all tough and adventurous?”

“i am,” he insisted, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “but this is insane. it’s like eating lava.” still, his competitive streak wouldn’t let him back down, and he stubbornly took another bite, grimacing but determined.

by the end, he was slumped back in his chair, defeated. “never again,” he declared, fanning his mouth. “you win. i don’t know how you do it.” but even through the spice-induced torture, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your amused expression. “you’re scary good at this, you know that?”

felix ☄︎

felix loved food and was always down for an adventure, but spicy dishes weren’t his forte. still, when you brought out a bowl of spicy tteokbokki, he couldn’t resist trying it. “it smells amazing!” he said, his deep voice full of enthusiasm.

one bite in, however, his enthusiasm turned to panic. “oh no,” he croaked, his freckles standing out even more against his reddening face. “it’s so spicy!” he waved his hand in front of his mouth, trying to cool down the burn.

you couldn’t stop laughing as he fumbled for water. “it’s not that bad!” you teased, popping another piece into your mouth effortlessly.

felix pouted through his watery eyes. “not that bad? my tongue is on fire!” despite his struggle, he couldn’t stop eating, enjoying the flavor too much to give up. “this hurts so good,” he said, sniffling but smiling.

lee ☄︎ know

lee know was skeptical when you brought out a plate of extra-spicy wings. “this is nothing,” he declared confidently. “i’ve eaten spicier stuff before.” but one bite later, his eyes went wide, and he immediately started coughing.

“are you okay?” you asked, laughing as he reached for his drink.

“fine,” he croaked, stubbornly taking another bite. his pride wouldn’t let him admit defeat, even though his face was turning an alarming shade of red.

you handed him a glass of milk, smirking. “admit it, you’re struggling.”

lee know shook his head, his voice hoarse. “i’m fine. totally fine.” but when you turned away for a moment, he subtly pushed the plate toward you. “you finish it. i’m full,” he said casually, pretending like nothing had happened.

hyun ☄︎ jin

hyunjin was hesitant when you suggested trying a spicy curry together. “i don’t know,” he said, eyeing the dish suspiciously. “it looks like it might kill me.”

“it’s not that bad!” you reassured him, digging in with no problem.

encouraged by your confidence, he took a bite—and immediately regretted it. “oh my god,” he groaned, clutching his throat dramatically. “why is it attacking me?”

you couldn’t stop laughing as he gulped down water, his eyes wide and teary. “you’re so dramatic,” you teased, offering him some rice to help.

hyunjin sniffled, his pride wounded but his theatrics fully on display. “i think my taste buds are dying,” he said, glaring at the curry like it had personally wronged him. still, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself, especially when you teased him for being a spice lightweight.

i.n ☄︎

jeongin was cautiously optimistic as he watched you pile spicy noodles onto a plate. “it doesn’t look that bad,” he commented, although there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

“don’t worry,” you teased, handing him a pair of chopsticks. “just try it. it’s not that spicy.”

trusting you, jeongin took a bite, and within seconds, his eyes widened as the heat hit him. “oh no,” he gasped, covering his mouth as he coughed. “this is way worse than i thought.” he waved a hand in front of his face, his tongue clearly on fire.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “want some milk?” you offered, trying not to smirk too much.

“yes, please,” he croaked, grabbing the glass and drinking it like his life depended on it. when the burn subsided slightly, he shot you a playful glare. “how can you eat that like it’s nothing? are you even human?”

“it’s a skill,” you replied smugly, taking another bite with ease.

jeongin shook his head, his competitive side kicking in. “alright, give me another bite. i’m not losing to you.” despite his clear suffering, he powered through, determined not to be outdone.

han ☄︎

han was all smiles when you brought out a dish of spicy stir-fry. “i love food, so this’ll be easy,” he declared confidently, grabbing his chopsticks.

but the moment he took a bite, his expression shifted dramatically. “oh no, no, no,” he mumbled, his voice muffled as he tried to fan his burning tongue. “why is this so spicy? did you add extra chili just to mess with me?”

you burst out laughing at his theatrics. “i didn’t do anything! you’re just bad with spice.”

han grabbed a napkin to dab at his teary eyes. “bad? my mouth is dying. this is torture.” despite his complaints, he kept taking tiny bites, clearly torn between the delicious flavor and the overwhelming heat.

“you don’t have to keep eating it,” you said, amused.

“i do,” he replied stubbornly. “it’s too good to stop, even if it feels like my tongue is melting.” his dramatic commentary continued until he finally gave up, slumping back with a sigh. “never again. you’re evil for enjoying this so much.”

seung ☄︎ min

seungmin gave you a skeptical look as you placed a bowl of spicy soup in front of him. “this doesn’t look like something i’d enjoy,” he said bluntly, but he picked up his spoon anyway.

one sip in, and his calm expression broke. he set the spoon down carefully and reached for his water. “this is ridiculous,” he stated, his voice even but his face visibly flushed.

you raised an eyebrow. “it’s not that bad. are you giving up already?”

seungmin shot you a look of mock annoyance. “i didn’t say i was giving up. i’m just questioning your taste in food.” despite his words, he took another spoonful, his determination shining through.

after a few more bites, he sighed and leaned back, giving you a small smirk. “you win. i’ll stick to non-lethal meals from now on.” his deadpan humor made you laugh, and he couldn’t help but smile at your reaction. “you’re way too proud of yourself right now.”

chang ☄︎ bin

changbin’s confidence was sky-high as he sat down in front of a plate of spicy wings. “you think i can’t handle this? i’m tougher than i look,” he boasted, taking a big bite.

but almost immediately, his bravado crumbled. “oh my god,” he choked out, grabbing his drink and downing it in one go. “this is insane. who eats this willingly?”

you couldn’t stop laughing as he fanned his mouth with his hand. “i thought you were ‘tougher than you look,’” you teased.

“i am!” he shot back, although his watery eyes and flushed face told a different story. still, his competitive nature wouldn’t let him back down. “i’m not letting you win this,” he declared, taking another bite despite the burn.

by the time he finished, he was slumped over the table, exhausted but triumphant. “that was the worst thing i’ve ever done,” he said dramatically, glaring at you through his tears. “but i survived. barely.” his over-the-top antics made you laugh, and despite his suffering, he couldn’t help but grin at your amusement.

notes: this request for so fun to do! hope you guys enjoyed!

[hans-wh0re]

SKZ MAKNAE LINE AND CHOKING/BREATH PLAY (?)

C.W: non-con/dub-con, breathplay(?), Objectification, nd more... MDNI

A.N: not proofread

Han:

Han can barely contain his desperate whimpers as his throbbing cock disappears between your spit-slicked lips. Any semblance of control disintegrates as the velvety heat of your throat envelops him in sinful bliss.

"Oh f-fuck...can't stop..." he rasps brokenly, thick fingers tangling in your hair to hold you still. With zero restraint, Han begins fucking your face in rough, animalistic thrusts that instantly have you gagging. Harsh grunts and muffled choking sounds fill the air as he uses your mouth like a personal fuckhole, fat cock battering past your convulsing throat again and again.

Hot tears stream down your ravaged cheeks but Han couldn't care less, too overwhelmed by the perfection of being encased in your searing depths.

"N-need to...get deeper..." he growls, the hand not fisted in your hair pressing insistently against the back of your skull. Your nose is smashed against his pelvis as Han finally sheathes himself to the root, cutting off all airflow.

You struggle weakly against his bruising grasp, vision hazing and lungs screaming for oxygen. But Han is too drunk on pleasure and power to notice, ecstasy washing over his features as he swivels his hips to grind that thick length impossibly deeper.

"So fucking tight...g-gonna...use this c-cocksleeve..." Harsh, broken pants accompany each savage thrust down your spasming throat. Just as blackness fully encroaches, Han hilts himself with a bestial roar, ropes of sticky release flooding the impossibly stuffed channel of your throat...

Felix:

Felix whines needily as you clamp your hand around his throat, pupils blown wide with lust. His slender frame writhes shamelessly beneath you, desperately seeking friction against your thigh. You drink in the decadent sight of his taut body arching wantonly, delirious with desire for your cruel touch.

"Please.. F-uck~...let me breathe," he gasps brokenly, lips parted in a silent scream as you mercilessly cut off his airflow. Rather than comply, you tighten your grip, watching his pretty face redden as you leisurely steal his oxygen.

He mewls like a bitch in heat, hips stuttering against you as his desperation mounts. You moan at the delicious sight of such a beautiful boy reduced to a squirming, humping mess - all because you hold the power over his very life. Felix's eyes roll back as you crush his windpipe, thrashing weakly as darkness encroaches.

Just before he slips into unconsciousness, you finally release him, drinking in the erotic spectacle of him gulping down air like a man dying of thirst. Felix whimpers brokeningly, face flushed and shining with a sheen of exertion as his cock twitches angrily.

"Look at you...so worked up and wrecked for me" you croon victoriously, savoring the frantic glaze in those blown-wide eyes, leaning down slowly to lick a tear from his left cheek.

"You're absolutely stunning like this Lixie, so perfect for me."

With a bruising grip on his throat, you yank him against your body, delighting in his strangled cry. Felix trembles uncontrollably as you grind your clothed heat over his straining erection, adding to the delicious torment. "Keep whining for me baby, beg me to let you breathe..."

Seungmin:

A sinful groan rumbles through Seungmin's chest as he drinks in the erotic sight of you - lips swollen and spit-slicked, utterly debauched on his thick cock. He tangles his fingers into your sweat-damp hair, using the grip to yank you deeper onto his punishing length.

"Open those pretty eyes and look at me while I skull-fuck this greedy little mouth," he rasps, voice pitched low with heady arousal. You struggle to obey through the harsh gagging, throat convulsing violently to accommodate his invasion.

Yet you adore every second of the degrading treatment, pussy clenching needily around nothing as Seungmin carelessly chases his own pleasure using your body. His hips snap forward with increasing brutality, cockhead battering the slick entrance to your throat as fat tears roll down your cheeks.

"Yeah, take it all like a good slut," Seungmin growls victoriously, savoring each gurgled, strangled cry that bubbles past your spit-slick lips. He looms over you, entranced by the sight of his girth disappearing into your O-shaped mouth again and again, obscenely stretching your pretty features.

You shudder violently as his thumb traces the straining column of your neck, grinding hard against the frantic pulses fluttering just beneath. With a harsh squeeze, Seungmin cuts off what little airflow remains, transforming your whimpers to sporadic, garbled gasps.

Strings of drool pour wantonly down your chin, swaying with each ruthless thrust into your rapidly constricting throat. Every ragged heave of your chest grows more desperate as consciousness grows hazy.

Yet you wouldn't have it any other way - wholly enslaved to Seungmin's sadistic whims, reduced to nothing but a set of holes to use and discard at his leisure.

Just as the world threatens to fade to black entirely, sweet oblivion taunting at the edges of your vision, Seungmin pulls free with a vulgar squelch. Your lungs scream for mercy as you greedily gulp down air, soiled ropes of spit and precome streaking your features.

"Good girl taking everything i gave her," he husks voice adorned with softness despite the harshness of his hand pressing on your jaw, lazily stroking himself to completion over your freshly-abused face with his free hand...

Jeongin:

Jeongin's lips brush your ear in a hot whisper, sending molten tendrils of need licking through your veins. "Open up for me, pretty girl." He punctuates the command by dipping his clever tongue into the hollow below your ear, mapping every twitch and shudder with a low rumble of satisfaction.

A whimpering moan spills from your parted lips as you obediently let your jaw go slack, eagerly awaiting his violation. Jeongin groans in guttural appreciation at the sight of your tongue lolling out, glistening strings of drool already painting your chin in lewd strands.

"So fucking pretty and needy," he husks, sliding two slender fingers between your lips to stuff your mouth full. You suckle on the thick digits helplessly, swirling your tongue around the calloused pads as Jeongin cups your jaw firmly.

He slowly increases the pressure, cutting off your airflow in torturously gradual increments. Darkness creeps in along the edges of your vision as your lungs burn, body thrashing weakly against his iron grip. Stringy ropes of drool gush from the corners of your stretched lips, dribbling down your chin and throat in an obscene display.

Jeongin's cock twitches hotly against your cheek at the sight of you so thoroughly debauched and helpless, rutting shamelessly as he drinks in your desperate, muffled whimpers. "That's it, take it all for me like a filthy little slut," he growls, burying his fingers to the knuckle and relishing your gagging convulsions.

Just before you slip into blessed oblivion, he finally releases you with a cruel smirk, eyes drunk on your ruinned state. You slump forward, coughing and retching up thick ropes of drool that splash over your heaving tits. Jeongin hungrily laps up the mess coating your flushed skin, reveling in the taste of your fucked-up state...

 → Hyung-line

A.N: Me and my fucked up brain that only gets inspired at work, writing this at lunch break lmao 😭 also i tried my best to not let this be repetitive (writing the same thing about 8 people without it being similar is soo hard, so turn a blind eye pretty plz 👉👈)

[seungfl0wer]

*Confession Or Dare*

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Virgin!Chan, Cursing, P in V, Multiple Rounds, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Fluffy loving ending. Slightly Proofread. Sorry if I forgot any.

Request can be found here! Hopefully this is good :( I wrote it while in the car and half asleep so it honestly feels like a fever dream lol.

-🩵

Felix had invited you over for game night again. The last time you were over you were complete shit faced and ended up cuddled up to Chan. Nothing happened but when it’s mentioned it always makes him blush so much.

Chan was such an attractive man and knowing it made him blush always gave you butterflies. This highly gorgeous man becoming all flustered when it came to you.

The night started off as normal, you all playing games drinking and munching back on Felix’s cookies. Minho suggested playing truth or dare which everyone roared about. Last time you guys placed this Jeongin ended up streaking down the road and you found out Jisung masturbated 3 times that day. You know. Normal stuff for friends.

“Felix truth or dare?” Jeongin asked with a devilish smile.

“Dare” Felix replied with an eyebrow raised.

Jeongins smile grew as he spoke “I dare you to go to the fridge and eat one of those spicy peppers of Minhos with no drink”

Felix’s whined “are you trying to kill me?” He said getting up heading to the fridge. “What if don’t? What’s the punishment?” He asked looking at the pepper with a gulp.

“If you don’t you can’t game for the next 2 days” jeongin challenged.

Felix groaned taking a big chunk out of the pepper swallowing it fast. His face grew red as the heat started to kick in coughing at random.

“Y/n truth or dare?” Seungmin asked you, felix dying in the background.

“Uhm truth?” You said looking at Felix not wanting that to happen to you.

“What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done in bed?” He asked the other boys waited for your answer wide eyed.

You sighed before answering “Hmm at the park on the bench, sitting on my exs lap as people passed.” You said almost to nonchalantly.

Everyone just kinda stared at you, faces red as they listened. Chans face was beat red as he shifted a little his slightly hard cock poking up at your words.

You stared at everyone “what? You asked I just answered” you giggled.

As the game went on Chan couldn’t stop thinking about it. His head swirling with thoughts of you, how soft you must feel. How hot it would be if you’d do the same thing with him.

“Earth to Chris” Felix said teasingly as he waved his hand across his face.

Chan blinked “ah sorry was a bit zoned out” he said with a chuckle.

“Truth or dare” Minho said, as he said early but Chan was to lost in his thoughts to hear the first time.

“Oh let’s go with truth I guess” Chan said nervously.

“How many people have you slept with?” Minho asked.

Chans eyes went wide “well uhm- zero” he said softly.

Everyone’s eyes went wide staring dumb at him. “There’s no fucking way- you’re a virgin??” Changbin said as Minho started to laugh.

“I mean I’ve done things just not- just not sex” he said feeling a bit embarrassed now. He looked over at you, you were staring at him with a soft blush.

The boys continued to teased him for a few minutes not understanding how he could be. “Chan you’re- well you how can you be a virgin dude?” Jisung asked.

Chan shrugged “i don’t know just never felt right with someone” he said softly. He looked over at you again. He’d give anything if he could do it with you. He’s had such a crush on you for a while. He wasn’t sure about his feelings until the day you two ended up cuddling together.

He’ll never tell you but you admitted you had a crush on him in your drunk state. He only half heartily believed you wondering if you were just out of your mind drunk.

A few hours had passed and your buzz had wore off, however you still didn’t want to drive home. You were just gonna crash on the couch until Chan offered you his bed again. You smiled excepting of course, this time you were actually coherent and in the right mind to remember.

“Thanks for letting me crash in here again” you said with a smile.

“Of course, the couch is so hard.” He said with a laugh.

As you both crawled into bed you sighed, Chans bed was so comfortable and it just smelled like heaven. You could feel him become a bit tense as you pushed your body back against his. You smiled to yourself a bit feeling him becoming hard. You moved again this time on purpose, you could hear him moan softly. The sound sending jolt through your body straight to your core.

“Chan” you said softly. He let out a soft hum in response. “I can help change that you know? I mean the whole virgin thing. If you wanted to..” you blurted out.

He almost choked on air as tried to wrap his mind around what you just said. “I- you really want to?” he said in a croak.

You nodded, making him groan in response “oh- ok I would love to but just know I’ve- I’ve never done it before so might not be good” he said his face as red as tomato now.

You smirked “don’t worry handsome you can use me till you get the hang of it” you said voice low and hot. You pushed yourself back onto Chan more feeling how hard he was already. “Channie need you” you said voice faint head already empty.

He groaned eyes fluttering “yeah? What- what do you need?” He said as he leaned his body against you. “You I need you, please f- fuck Me” you said trying to be as sexy as possible.

His hands wondered to your hips pulling you against his cock harder. He started to rut against your ass letting out small sounds. He could honestly cum like this, the feeling of having you so close and knowing you wanted him? His mind was fuzzy.

You pulled away swiftly pulling your shorts down to your knees pushing your now bare ass against him. Chan let out a deep whine he quickly did the same his hard cock smacking against your ass.

He pushed his cock between your folds, humping into your soft thighs. His hands gripped around you wondering your body now. “Fuck y/n are you positive about this?” He asked again wanting to make sure.

“Mhm.. so fucking sure please use me channie” your words came out as a long moan the feeling of him making your cunt clench. You needed him just as bad, you had some many thoughts of this. How he’d look, sound, taste everything.

“You’re soaked already” he said his head now in the crook of your neck. He left soft kisses to your neck as he moved more letting all your juices coat him nicely. “Can- can I put it in?” He asked his voice sounding desperate.

As soon as you nod he was trying to push the head in. He felt embarrassed when he kept slipping letting out a whine. “I’m sorry” he said softly before aligning himself up right to finally push in. The smallest bit in he was already gone. “Sh-shit. You’re so fucking warm-“

He fucked into you sloppily, feeling you so tightly around him. “Can- can I play with your pretty breasts?” He asked. You smiled at his request “You can touch anywhere- anywhere you want I’m all yours”

Your words stirred something in him, his thrust become deeper as he played with your tits his lips attached to your neck. He was leaving wet kisses as he sucked pretty little marks on you. His hand came down to play with your pussy as he fucked into you.

The way your pussy pulled him in, clenching around him was to much. “Y/n fuck- you feel to good- I’m gonna cum” he said in a high pitched whine.

He was filling you up, hitting all your sweet spots. How could this be his first time? Fuck he was so good at it, he just felt perfect like he was made for you. “Ah channie cum it’s ok” you said pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts.

“I don’t want it to end- fuck- but you feel so good- ah fuck you’re so warm so fucking warm” he kept rambling as his high was coming close. “Y/n I can’t- to good- you feel to fucking good oh my god!” His voice sounded strained.

He came in that moment hands pulling you close as possible as he pumped himself deep into you. “Fuck y/n- fuck!” He moaned. The feeling of him cumming pushed you over the edge his hand never stopping on your clit. You came with in a few minutes of him. If he didn’t just cum he would have again at the feeling.

A few moments later both of you were breathing better not panting as much you could see his cock already hard again. “How are you so hard already?” You questioned.

He shrugged a bit “maybe cause I came so fast? I don’t know” he chuckled embarrassed a bit. “Can I ride you?” You blurted out looking down at him. He groaned at the question but nodded. You straddled him, letting yourself sink into his length.

“Ah- ah fuck- y/n I- fuck” his words were incoherent as you bounced on his cock. Your hands laid on his chest as you used his cock. Leaning down to kiss him sloppily tongues fighting for dominance.

It didn’t take long for him to cum again. Especially this way. The way you were using him, bouncing that perfect body. Those delicious tits bouncing and the taste of your tongue on his. It as so much you felt so good.

He pulled you to him after everything, holding you close as you both tried to catch your breaths. “Y/n.. you didn’t just do this cause I was a virgin right?” He questioned. You sighed a bit “no.. maybe I like you and wanted to be the one to help you experience it first the first time.” You admitted.

His heart thumped fast at your confession. “I like you too..” he said softly his hand rubbing your back. “Really?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yes, of course I do” he said with a smile. Your eyes went wide and a small blush creeped across your face. “So uhm- would you maybe wanna go on a date?” He choked out. You nodded happily kissing his nose.

And that was it, that’s how you two started now going on almost a year the boys still tease him about everything. Little do they know how well he fucks.

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[sillysiluriforme]

If you’re up for it, could you talk a bit more about Felix in the la terreur au? I saw that comic of Colt shooting him in the head (and not dying bc senti shenanigans), and that makes me want to know more about how he grew up and what else Colt did with him (and what Amelie’s role has been in all of that). Love what you do, thanks! 💙🦚

Oh boy !! I think Felix is one of my favorite characters from canon.

He's extremely competent, right ? He has all these grand plans that he does go through with, unfortunately the plans all have stupid goals. Not only that, but he can't seem to think long term. (confronting Gabe during the same episode he learns he's keeping his aunt's body in the basement, the diamond ball episode, his whole relationship with Kagami...) He has this childish recklessness I find really endearing.

We're pushing all those things a little further in LT !

Felix grows up isolated in a big, big house, he learns quickly that no one that can will help him. Amelie's in the same boat. His grandparents are fully aware of Colt's behavior and refuse to step in. Emilie's oblivious. Gabriel is Gabriel.

So he learns to rely on himself.

Colt is not a good person. He's selfish, and he's jealous, and he's set in his ways, and he's a war profiteer. And now he has a magic baby of dubious origins.

He can't get past the fact Felix is not a normal baby. The first few years go smoothly enough. The baby is fussy but manageable. Something for Amelie to do. Then Colts starts gets sick. It's like a cold initially, but he never gets better.

He tries to raise a real man. Drills and old fashion discipline. His mom whines about it, but it's what he needs. He's "beating the devil out of him." Colt keeps getting worse. Amelie's head is everywhere but here. She's calmer. She's stealing his Codamol, but he doesn't bring it up. Anything to get her to shut up.

He's dying ! He's dying, and he's scared, and he's a profoundly religious man, he's sure this fucking thing he created is siphoning his life forces. That's what he gets for messing with the devil. He blames everyone but himself. He mostly takes it out on Felix. From that point on, it's constant orders. Do this, don't do that, do it this way or that way. He's using that ring like his life depends on it. Does it ?

This thing cannot die. He tries to get rid of it 3 times and no matter what it gets back up.

He's dying, and his mind is going with it. This thing is a monster. His brother-in-law is a monster. His wife is a monster. Everyone is a monster. He's dying and it's their fault.

[kathaelipwse]

New hair color │ SKZ {OT8}

Pairing: Stray Kids x GN!Reader (OT8)

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 859 words ; Reading Time: 5-ish mins Warnings: Flirty banter, shameless thirsting, playing with their hair, mutual teasing, mild suggestiveness

Synopsis: When Stray Kids show up with freshly dyed hair—you’re done for. Completely. Utterly. Shamelessly obsessed. You can’t keep your hands (or your compliments) to yourself, and they know it. But what happens when they start teasing you back? It’s a war of flirtation, and you’re losing beautifully. Author's Note: The way I went absolutely feral over their specific hair colors (I need help. ASAP.) They really said "let’s give the people a crisis." Like they knew we would be down bad- I’m not okay. Enjoy this mess.

Bang Chan (.......BLONDE AH BLONDE-)

You were practically draped over him, fingers threading through the fresh strands like you were hypnotized. “You have no business looking this fine,” you mumbled, tugging gently at the hair near his nape. Chan tilted his head, eyes playful. “You’ve been touching my hair for fifteen minutes. Is this a new form of worship?” “Maybe,” you murmured. “I’m just trying to memorize every inch.” He leaned in, voice lower. “Should I be concerned… or flattered?” You smirked. “Depends. Are you gonna keep looking like my favorite sin?” His lips curled into a grin. “If this is your reaction, I might dye it again next month—just to see you lose your mind all over again.”

Lee Know (AHHHH! PURPLE LINO- GET HIM BACK TT)

You didn’t even greet him. Just reached up and grabbed a handful of freshly dyed perfection, sighing like you were in pain. “You’re gonna ruin me.” Minho chuckled. “Over hair?” “Over you. This color is giving ‘boyfriend who breaks hearts and knows it.’” He quirked a brow. “Good. I like when you get a little desperate.” You narrowed your eyes. “That sounds like a challenge.” He smirked. “Is it working?” “Unfortunately for my dignity? Yes. Now shut up and let me touch it before I combust.”

Changbin (THE FADDED BLUE AND GLIMPSE OF BLONDE- *dies*)

“You’re not real,” you whispered, staring at him like he just walked out of a music video. “You’re… I don’t even have words.” Changbin smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “You’ve said that five times now.” “Because I can’t stop looking at you! You’re walking boyfriend propaganda.” He stepped closer, voice teasing. “Is this how you flirt? Obsessively petting my head and gasping every five seconds?” “Yes,” you replied instantly. “And don’t act like you’re not loving every second.” He grinned. “I won’t lie. It’s cute how weak you are for me.” You squinted. “Weak? Baby, I’m feral.”

Hyunjin (Please tell me I wasn't the only one who went CRAZY over this-)

You ran your fingers through the strands like you were admiring art. “This is illegal. This hair? The sharp jaw? The smug face you’re making right now?” Hyunjin smirked. “You’re looking at me like I’m dessert.” “You are dessert.” “Then why haven’t you taken a bite?” Your fingers paused. “Hyunjin.” He leaned in, lips ghosting near your ear. “I’m just saying… you keep touching me like that, and I might start thinking you’re serious.” You smirked back. “Oh, baby. I’ve been serious.”

Jisung (THIS. THIS IS IT. AND THE FADDED BLUE LATER THO-)

“Jisung.” “Hmm?” “You need to stop doing this.” “Doing what?” You grabbed both sides of his face. “Existing with this hair color. It’s messing with my self-control.” He grinned. “You have self-control? Since when?” You gasped dramatically. “I’m trying to be normal about this but look at you.” He wiggled his brows. “You wanna run your fingers through it again, huh?” You didn’t even deny it. “Yes. And maybe cry a little. You’re too powerful.” He leaned closer. “Good. I like being your weakness.”

Felix (.....AHHH DAYUM I NEED THIS BACK)

Your hands were in his hair before you even said hi. “How does it feel to be God’s favorite?” Felix laughed, tilting his head so you could touch more. “You’re ridiculous.” “You’re ridiculous. This hair is ridiculous. Your face is ridiculous.” He gave you a teasing pout. “So dramatic. Should I walk in slow motion next time?” “Yes. With wind machines. Shirt slightly unbuttoned.” Felix chuckled, brushing your hand with his. “You’re kind of obsessed with me, huh?” You met his gaze, totally shameless. “Baby, I’m hopeless.”

Seungmin (my shyla- ahh I love him-)

“You’re evil,” you said the moment he walked in. Seungmin raised an eyebrow. “What’d I do now?” You pointed. “That hair. That smirk. The way you know what you’re doing to me.” “Oh?” He stepped closer, cocky now. “You mean this?” He ran a hand through his own hair, slowly. You bit your lip. “You’re doing this on purpose.” “I don’t have to try. You’re already obsessed.” “I am not.” “You’re stroking my hair like it’s a rare animal. Be honest.” “…Fine. I’m obsessed. Happy now?” He grinned. “Very.”

Jeongin (THE LIGHT PINK-)

“I don’t know who you think you are,” you muttered, shamelessly raking your fingers through his new hair, “but I am not okay with this level of attractiveness.” Jeongin grinned, all smug charm. “Really? I thought you’d handle it better.” “You dyed it. You styled it. You smirked at me when you walked in. It’s like you’re trying to kill me.” He tilted his head innocently. “You make it sound like I planned this.” You stared. “Did you?” He chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “…If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna do something reckless.” “Good. I like when you get reckless.”