Found this Felix cough at the airport:
https://youtube.com/shorts/Ksttp2wwf6c?si=I0ueeBfg2FHJmooV
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Felix cough
This is cute but it's also kind of giving iPad kid 😭💀
Also SO SORRY it's taken me literal years to get to your ask, I've decided today is the day where I finally clear out my inbox and answer everyone because I really do love every ask I get, and the reactions when I answer them 😭❤️
Hii, I love your fake texts. Could you possibly do a poly!Seunglix x reader, we’re Seungmin calls them pup & Felix calls them kitten when they are being a brat? Doesn’t matter which pronouns you use🥰
fake texts | poly!seunglix texts
pairing: poly!seunglix x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive
warnings: MDNI, suggestive, implied sex, insults, reader is called puppy and kitten, implied dom/sub relations, reader is a brat
SS count: 4
A/N: wasn't sure how long you wanted this but since it's my first time writing seunglix i wanted to stick to your prompt, i'll be making more about the dynamic, probably next week. thanks for this ask it was very fun <3 (thinking of opening a taglist, lmk what yall think)
ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack | light smut warnings: language | suggestive content hyung line | ✧ maknae line
He had you face down, ass up, back arched perfectly. You’re screaming. He’s moaning. The mattress is fighting for its life. “Fuckfuck-you’re so good,” he gasps, hair sticking to his forehead. He grabs your hips and snaps his hips forward. “You feel like-like-ugh, fuck, baby-” CREAACKK. SNAP. THUD. The entire bottom half of the bed collapses. Your stomach hits the mattress, knees slide off the edge, and Jisung goes down dramatically. Silence. Then: “…BABE?!” You gasp “DID WE JUST-” He flails from behind you. “OH MY GOD I THINK WE BROKE THE FUCKING BED!" "YOU THINK ?!" He scrambles off you, tripping over a pillow "are you okay?! Did I kill your knee?! Did I paralyze you?!" You rub your bruised hip but also you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe. “I think my spine just spoke Latin.” He sighs and sits up dramatically, sheets tangled around his waist looking like a depressed roman emperor. “THIS BED HAS JEALOUSY ENERGY. SHE COULDN’T HANDLE OUR LOVE.” “...I can’t believe we just broke a bed mid sex.” “I can. We were too powerful. It was me. I did that. With dick.” "Please shut up forever" --- You crawl off the wreckage. He flops back down like he’s in mourning. “You good?” you ask “I just need to lie here. Think about what I had. What I lost. What I could’ve finished.” “Babe. We’re naked on a diagonal mattress.” “I’M A CASUALTY OF PASSION”
You’re on top, hips rolling slow, breath warm against his neck. Felix is gripping your waist, voice already wrecked. “Just like that, angel... fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes, lips brushing your collarbone. You moan softly, head spinning, thighs starting to shake. He pants, “You’re making me crazy... keep going, don’t stop-” CREEEAAKK. CRACK. SNAP. The mattress tilts. You both slide—fully connected—into the corner of the bed frame. Felix lets out the most Australian panic gasp of his life “OH-OH MY GOD” “WHAT JUST-” The bed’s gone. It’s gone. The leg’s bent inward like it lost a fight. A screw rolls past your hand like an insult. Felix blinks up at you, still pinned underneath. Wide eyed. Dazed. “…Did we just... break the bed?” You nod slowly, dazed. “Yeah. Yeah we did.” He covers his face with both hands. “I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC.” You laugh. “We were LITERALLY just grinding. How did we collapse it?!” “I DON’T KNOW BABY, I’M SMALL. I DIDN’T THINK I HAD THAT IN ME.” He sits up carefully, looking around at the wreckage.. Then he immediately cups your face. “Are you okay?? Did I squish you?? Do you need ice?? Or a hug?? Or like… a new mattress??” You’re cry laughing. “Felix your face-” “I THOUGHT I WAS BEING SOFT.” “You were being something.” He buries his face in your chest. “I’m going to cry.” --- Later, you’re lying on the now-floor mattress, still tangled. He looks at you, blushing “Do we… tell the others?” “No. We lie.” Felix sighs. “Okay. But if they find screws, I’m blaming your thighs.” You raise a brow. “My thighs?!” “YES. You were squeezing. You were strong. I was just an innocent man in love.”
“You’re moving too much.” “I’m literally on top of you.” “I know. You’re riding me like I owe you rent and this bed was made in 2018.” You roll your eyes and grind harder. Seungmin groans, arms behind his head, jaw clenched. “Shit—okay—fine—do what you want—just don’t blame me when we die.” The mattress creaks. Wobbles. You’re bouncing now, thighs burning, hair clinging to your forehead. Seungmin’s watching you with that look... half-lidded, breathless, deeply unimpressed by how much he's enjoying this. “God you’re insane” he mutters. “You’re gonna send me to church.” “Shut up and tak—” CREEAAKK SNAP. FULL. BED. COLLAPSE. The right side caves in like karma. The mattress slants violently. You fall forward. He slides sideways. He grunts. You shriek. THUD. Silence. Then Seungmin blinks up at the ceiling, deadpan “…Did we just break the bed?” You groan into his chest. “Technically, the bed broke itself...” “Oh my god. Oh my god. I told you!” You roll off of him, breathless and “You’re fine.” “I told you it was weak.” “You were also moaning like I reinvented sex” He points at you, still half-buried in the sheets. “I can multitask.” Later, you’re both lying on the sideways mattress like it’s a sinking ship. Seungmin sips water, glaring at the broken frame. “This is why we can’t have nice things.” You grin. “You mean why you can’t handle this ass.” He snorts. “This ass took us to home depot levels of damage.”
He’s beneath you, cheeks flushed, biting his lip as he moans under his breath. “Shit you’re gonna make me black out—” You’re riding him like it’s your life’s mission. Hands on his chest, pace unforgiving. “Don’t be dramatic” you pant. “I’m seeing the edge of the universe. That’s not dramatic. That’s spiritual!” You lean back, bouncing harder. He whimpers. “Okay-okay-you’re doing too much-!” “You like it.” “I like living, too.” CREAK. SNAP. CRASH. You drop like a ragdoll. He slides down with you, legs flailing, head smacking the headboard lightly as the bed frame gives the fuck up. You land on top of him in a pile of limbs and sin. He gasps, completely stunned. “…Did you just break the bed?” You blink. “ME?! I was literally doing what you begged for.” “I said slower. Like three times. You were riding like we had a time limit!” You sit up, scandalized. “You were moaning!” “Because I was terrified. You were ruthless. I thought I was being punished!” You shove his shoulder. “You were gripping my hips like handlebars!” He covers his chest dramatically. “I was hanging on for dear life! You were galloping!” --- Ten minutes later, you glance at the crooked frame. “The bed’s dead.” He sighs, stroking your thigh he’s comforting you through your mess. “I mean… it had a good life. But yeah. You finished it off.” “Stop gaslighting me!” He smirks. “I’m just a poor innocent boy. You, on the other hand... thighs of destruction.”
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Pairing : ¡idol!Lee Felix x reader
Word : 1.3
Genre : fluff, angst
Warning : none
For many months, Felix and Yn have lived a hidden but happy life.
Determined to protect Yn from the constraints of his idol life, Felix has naturally chosen to keep their relationship a secret - to the point of telling no one, not even his members.
Despite stolen dates and whispered conversations in the dead of night, their bond grew stronger. Every glance exchanged, every moment stolen from the hustle and bustle of fame, only confirmed what they already knew: what they shared was worth protecting.
But keeping such a precious secret is not without consequences. As time goes by, the line between public and private life becomes harder to maintain. Felix juggles his responsibilities and his feelings, while Yn, though happy, begins to feel the weight of silence.
And yet, neither of them is ready to give up. Yet.
One morning, after spending the night with his beloved, Felix quietly prepares to leave for the studio.
Yn is in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches to her housework.
- I'm going to stop by the dormitory before rehearsals... Do you have any more cookie dough?
She looks up at the fake blond who has just entered the kitchen, and gives him a small smile.
- Do you want some for yourself or for everyone?
- For the boys. I told them they'd get some.
Yn approaches him with a teasing look.
- And you said I made them?
However, his gaze is a little evasive at the end of his sentence.
- But don't worry, they'll just be happy to eat them.
She freezes for a moment. But she smiles anyway. Because she's learned to deal with it. Because she loves it. So she gets up, goes to the kitchen, and bakes the cookies. He takes them with him, gives her a quick kiss and leaves.
Much later in the afternoon, Yn calls Félix, with a view to telling him about the adventure that has just befallen him.
The latter is quick to answer.
- Hey, you're just in time, I was going to send you a message.
- Oh, yeah? I'm calling to tell you something crazy, you'll laugh.
- Go ahead, I'm listening.
She starts to tell the story, cheerful, laughing at times. Félix listens, participates, laughs with her. Then, in the middle of their exchange, she hears voices behind him.
- Dude, tell Jisoo thanks for the cookies!
- They were amazing, seriously! She's got it down pat!
A blank.
Yn says nothing more. Neither is Felix.
- Jisoo?
- Yn, it's not...
- Did you tell them your best mate made the cookies? The ones I baked while you were at my place this morning? The ones you watched get cold while you kissed me?
- I didn't mean anything by it, I just didn't want them to wonder.
- So you'd rather make me look like an invisible, average chick than have to assume that someone cares about you?
- It's not that, Yn, you know very well how I feel about you. I just wanted to protect what we have.
- By trying to protect us, you're making me disappear.
Silence. A long one. Too long.
- Yn, I'm sorry. I screwed up.
- Yeah, you did. You did. And the worst part... I'm starting to get used to it.
She hangs up.
Around him, the guys continue to chat, unsuspecting. He says nothing. He gets up, leaves the living room without a word, and locks himself in his room.
He sits on the bed, runs his hands over his face, sighs deeply.
His gaze falls on the tote bag beside his suitcase - the one Yn gave him two months ago, on the sly. He remembers her words that night:
- This way, even if nobody knows it's me, you'll know.
He clenches his jaw.
He grabs his phone. Types "Yn" into his contacts. Stays stuck on her name for long seconds, thumb hanging over the screen. Then he locks the device and leaps to his feet.
He doesn't send a message.
He puts on his jacket and hat, and leaves the dormitory without telling anyone.
Night has fallen when there's a gentle knock on the door. Yn, her eyes red and her face tired, hesitates for a moment. Then she opens the door.
Félix is there. Out of breath. His eyes shining.
- I know I should have asked if I could come.
- You shouldn't be here, Felix.
He looks down. Nods gently.
- I know you shouldn't. But I needed to see you. Not to make amends. Just to let you know I'm here. That I'm tired of being a coward. And if I have to choose between hiding what we are or losing you... I choose you.
Yn stares at him. Silent.
- I don't want to be your secret.
- Then let me show you that you're not it. That you were never that.
A moment of silence. Then she steps aside, slowly, giving way to him.
Félix enters. Closes the door behind him. Gently. As if afraid the slightest noise might change her mind.
And in the quiet of this apartment, in the midst of all the things they haven't said to each other, he understands one thing: loving someone in secret isn't bad... as long as you don't forget to make her feel loved.
The silence in the apartment is heavy, but not hostile. Just charged. Félix stands there, hands in his pockets, eyes on her as if afraid she might disappear.
Yn crosses her arms against her chest.
- You can't just barge in here and think everything's going to be all right because you said the right words.
- I know I can't. I didn't come here so you'd forgive me tonight. I'm here to prove that I deserve it. That you're not just some secret I'm hiding, you're what I'm protecting... and now I don't want to hide you anymore.
She watches him. Suspicious. But part of her wants to believe. She's always wanted to.
- And how do you plan to do that, hm? Tell your members you're in love with a girl they've never seen? That you've been lying to them for months?
- Yeah. Exactly that.
- It's not that simple, Felix.
- No. But it's necessary. You have no idea how scared I was today. Because I felt I'd really lost you. And that's when I realized that if I go on like this, I'm going to break you... and myself.
Yn looks down. She says nothing.
Then Félix moves forward slowly. He takes his phone out of his pocket. Types a message. And hands it to her.
- You can press "send" if you like. Otherwise, I'll do it myself. I don't want any backtracking.
Yn reads the message:
"I've got something to tell you. There's someone in my life. Her name is Yn. It's been months. I'm in love with her. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."
She looks up at him.
- Are you sure?
- À 100%. It's the only thing I've ever been so sure of.
She stares for a second. Then, slowly, she presses "send".
Félix smiles.
- Thank you, Yn.
Yn lets out a small, almost nervous laugh.
- You've just triggered the end of the world, you know.
- Or just the beginning of a slightly more honest world.
He hugs her. She clings to him as if she's been holding her breath for too long.
And this time, she finally feels visible.
The boys have some.. filthy habits that have to do with their mouths.
Genre: Suggestive (18+ MDNI) Pairing: OT8 (Individually) x Afab!Reader Warnings: Sexual/Suggestive Behavior, Perv?SKZ I guess, spit related kinks, tongue, eating out mentions, etc. Notes: Take this as a small apology for my brief absence while I was sick. (I still am...)
Chris:
Chris honestly doesn't have a whole lot of bad habits that have to do with his mouth - but he does have a need to constant keep his hands moving which means he picks at his lips. He doesn't peel the skin or damage them at all, lest the company chew his ass out, but it does make you constant look at them. Then again, they're so plush and warm and they taste like mint all of the fucking time - every time you look at them you can't help but remember what they felt like against your skin the night prior when he was sucking hickies onto your chest and moaning out how good you taste when he was between your legs. Brief, pleasant flashbacks that rile you up - all because he touches his lips.
pairing: lee felix x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, smut, angst!!!
summary: You worked at Kim Publishing, a place you could call home since the very start. But when it faced bankruptcy, your beloved company was forced to merge with Bang Editorials an evil empire with no vision on anything that Kim Publishing represented. And that's how you met your nemesis: Felix Lee. The bane of your existence. But everything fell into place like the pieces of a puzzle when your bosses had a marvellous idea: a new position as manager director, who had to submit their report in order to be chosen for the job. And your archenemy had the same purpose as you did: get that job one way or another.
word count: 7k (enjoyy)
ps: yaayyyy, we're done with this series! I will be uploading the epilogue as soon as I finish it. I'm considering it being ko-fi exclusive though... but let me know if you like this chapter, love y'all!!!!!
masterlist // series masterlist // ko-fi
A text from your ex in the middle of the night is always trouble
⤷ Suggestive Content - MDNI ⤷ Content Warnings - Hints of toxic attachment, Definite attitudes present, It gets spicier the further in you get. ✧ Masterlist ✧
Bang Chan
➥ Felix x Reader (f) (feat. Bang Chan, Hyunjin) — 5.7k (~24 min. read)
➥ From the universe of Back Door Host Club
⚠ — (Non-exhaustive, full cw policy here): MMMF, exhibitionism, fetishism, intense triple penetration, objectifying language, explicit sexual content
SYNOPSIS Turns out it's true; your former fuckbuddy has picked up orgasm dealership full-time and works as a host now. When you pay him a surprise visit, you both realize some things have not changed at all — he still has that hypnotizing diabolical charm, and you still don't know what waiting means.
And he is going to teach you the virtue of patience with some assistance from his boys.
How'd They React To You Wearing Revealing Clothes Outside
boyfriend stories . drama/fluff . no prns . ot8
You’re running late. Again.
You rush out of the bedroom, adjusting your mini skirt and smoothing out the sheer top you chose. Underneath, a lacy black bralette peaks through just enough to be suggestive, but not scandalous. Or at least… you didn’t think it was scandalous.
Chan, lounging on the couch with his laptop balanced on his knees, looks up the moment your heels click against the hardwood. His eyebrows lift in surprise, lips parting slightly as his eyes drag down your figure—and stay there.
“...You’re wearing that?”
You blink, feigning innocence. “Yeah, why? Too much?”
stray kids ot8 x reader | jealousy, soft possessiveness, emotional chaos
🌙 synopsis: some of them get quiet. some of them roast you like it's a coping mechanism. some of them send frog emojis and cry in lowercase. here's how skz would text you when jealousy hits—messy, insecure, dramatic… and totally them.
💌 a/n: i didn't make them jealous. they saw you laughing at someone's joke and just... lost it. some go cold. some spiral. one of them sends a sad playlist. one flexes at the gym. all of them want to know if they're still your favourite. p.s. you're gonna feel called out. good. p.p.s. reblog before someone texts you "who's that btw?"
📍credits: @cafekitsune for the divider
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Felix x fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI
Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut
Summary: You and Felix have been dating for a few months now, and you both haven't ventured beyond kissing. And one night, he asks you for something more.
a/n: I had to write one for him.
You and Felix have been dating for just over three months now, but honestly? You still can't stop staring at him like it's the first time. He’s downright mesmerizing - easily the most breathtaking person you've ever known.
Right now, you're curled up together on the couch, two half-drunk glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table. The room hums with that golden, cozy kind of magic - part wine haze, part warm lighting. But also part Felix and the way he’s looking at you like he’s got very specific plans that don’t involve much talking.
He’s mid-story, waving his hands dramatically about some dance practice mishap, and you’re laughing so hard, nudging his thigh with your socked foot. He’s sprawled out next to you, long legs draped over the cushions, his blonde hair done in a cute bun.
“You're a disaster,” You laugh, and he catches your foot, smirking, and tugs you closer until you’re sitting flush against him.
“Says the girl who’s been eye-fucking me all night,” he fires back, voice low and playful. His hand lingers on your ankle, sliding up to your calf, and suddenly the air’s thicker.
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pairing: stray kids ot8 x afab!reader
genre: apocalypse au, dystopian, dark, adventure, action, thriller, fighting, eventual smut, romance
a/n: as i have said before, this chapter is my baby and i love her. sorry she took so long to arrive 😅 (you could say i was in labour for a couple months)
chapter warnings: creepy mind control/possession stuff, lots off arguing, near death experiences, blood, swearing, shit is finally getting GOOD
chapter word count: 4.2k
You’ve run out of water.
Well, not completely. There’s one bottle left, but one bottle between nine is about two sips each, and all of you are going to be needing more than that in the near future. Normally, Chan and Changbin wouldn’t hesitate to organise a supply run, but War is here, and has been all week.
Sometimes, gunshots and explosions echo through the city, shattering the silence like brittle glass. Changbin says there’s a military base a few days’ walk away, and that that’s where they must have gotten their munitions. You try not to think about the people who are getting shot at. You don’t tell anyone else about your dreams, even though they keep coming back every night, even though you can tell that there’s a haunted look on your face that causes Jeongin to frown and Minho to stare.
Nowadays, it seems all Minho does is stare.
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Pairing: Lifeguard!Felix x Fem!Reader
Summary: Visiting your cousin in Australia for the first time without being prepared for the heat was one thing — but her not warning you about the real heat at the beach was another.
Warnings: Smut MDNI, Hot lifeguards
A/N: The reader does not have a specific skin color, ethnicity, or body type. The picture I chose from Pinterest is just to help visualize one of the bikinis better!
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