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TO CHOKE OR TO GET CHOKED WITH STRAY KIDS
— so this is how i think each of stray kids members would prefer when it comes to choking kinks, and i think we need to talk about this more because this kinks is one of the hottest ones there is.
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!
CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG — PLEASURE DOM GIVER
Chan is the textbook definition of a responsible caretaker. He loves having you underneath him in missionary or folded in half, one large, veined hand wrapped firmly around your throat while he sinks into you with slow, punishing strokes. His grip is never reckless thumb pressing on your pulse point so he can monitor your heartbeat like the protective leader he is. “Eyes on me, baby. Breathe in with me, yeah?,” he growls in that deep, tired-but-sexy voice, forehead pressed against yours. Every time your walls flutter around him as he squeezes just enough to make the room spin, he groans like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. He thrives on the power and the intimacy of controlling your breath while giving you overwhelming pleasure.
He’ll switch between soft praise and filthy commands; “Such a good girl taking my cock and my hand at the same time… breathe when I let you.” Chan gets especially feral when you’re riding him and he pulls you down by the throat to kiss you messily. The faint red marks he leaves afterward become his favorite thing to kiss during aftercare. He’ll run you a bath, massage your neck gently, and whisper how proud he is of you for handing over that level of control. For Chan, choking isn’t just kink, it’s an act of complete ownership and devotion.
🐶: 🥹 i heard the performance timing had to be moved because of the strong wind and rain... did everyone who came get back safely 🐶: thank you for chanting my name and cheering for me even tho i wasn't there 🐶: when can i receive love like this again
Missing you, seungmin 🥺🥺🥺
FELIX & CHAN @ GOV BALL
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also even if authors didn’t tag any specific warnings but they used the “creator chose not to use archive warnings” tag, then that is your warning.
“omg you should’ve —” no one forced your entitled ass to read anything. fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. if you don’t like what you’re reading, quietly leave. ao3 is not an airport. no one cares about your departure so no need to announce it.
FELIX & HYUNJIN @ GOV BALL
seo changbin 🫶🏼 at gov ball nyc 2026
seo changbin (and puppym) at gov ball nyc 2026
wtf is this?????? hubby just being slutty at gov ball???
—y’all already know joy sent me sum shit too 🫠
STRAY KIDS — Bang Chan
『 ↳✧･ﾟ SUMMARY: You can't outrun feelings.
『 ↳✧･ﾟ WORD COUNT: 1.03k
『 ↳✧･ﾟ CW: Friends to lovers???, idol!Chan. Overworked reader, breakdown, confessions, etc. Chan referred to as Chris.
『 ↳✧･ﾟ A/N: Very, very self indulgent. Wondering what else to do to stay even more busy and outrun my own feelings. Lowkey shoutout to my favorite little Korean spot in my city.
(pictures are not mine. Credits to their respective owners!)
Chris had always been kind and gentle. It was his essence to be a true gentleman.
It was very heartwarming, at first. Then, it was platonic, like an older brother sort of thing, once you grew close. But with time, feelings dug deep. Wove themselves into the roots of the friendship you had for years.
Maybe that’s why none of you said anything. Just let it be what it had to be.
Lingering around each other, fleeting glances, a touch on the shoulder here, a giddy smile there. Just small things that meant everything or nothing. No explanation needed.
Imagine Alpha LADS x Beta non mc reader. the beginning.
Imagine if there was something people knew about you, it was that if somebody threw a party within a ten kilometer radius, you would somehow end up there. Not because you actively searched for them, not because you were desperate for attention.
Imagine, you just... ended up there like a stray cat. A particularly attractive stray cat with questionable decision making skills and concern amount of confidence. Tonight happened to be your best friend's birthday. And because your best friend was just as ridiculous as you were, they hadn't settled for a simple celebration. Instead, they rent a stupidly large house, the kind that had swimming pool outside and a billiards room inside.
Imagine it was the kind that looked like it belonged in rich kid dramas. The kind that immediately made people think, 'We're absolutely getting kicked out by midnight.' Yet somehow, nobody did which is honestly shocking.
Imagine the backyard was alive with music, the pool lights painted everything blue and purple. People were swimming, dancing, and drinking. Somebody was trying to do a handstand on a pool float while another person was actively encouraging them. You gave them another three minutes before disaster struck.
"Five bucks say they eat shit." "You're awful." "I'm realistic." The birthday girl snorted on her drink, making you grin as your cigarette dangled lazily from your fingers. The water was still dripping from your shirt from when somebody had pushed you into the pool fifteen minutes ago. Not that you minded. You'd just climbed out laughing, stole somebody's towel, then somebody else's drink.
Imagine that leads you exactly where you were now, sitting on the armrest of an outdoor couch, looking entirely too comfortable as usual. In which people always asked how you managed to be so relaxed. And the truth was quite simple, you just genuinely didn't care about most things. Not in a depressing way, not in a meaningless way. It was just... If something happened, it happened. If it worked out, great. If it didn't, you'd figure something else out. Life is easier that way, a lot easier. Especially when compared to everyone around you constantly stressing themselves into early graves.
Imagine the way you took a drag from your cigarette. The sweet taste settled on your tongue, it was strawberry tonight, or maybe raspberry. You weren't entirely sure, the flavors changed every shipment. One time they had sent watermelon, you nearly cried tears of joy. As far as you can recall, the cigarettes themselves were technically part of some medical trial. Something about prototype pheromone suppressants. Beta compatibility. Cilincal testing. Research.
Imagine it was something your doctor had spent nearly twentey minutes explaining everything five months ago. One you had listened politely, or at least pretended to. Then they mentioned unlimited supplies, and flavored options. You signed the paperwork immediately. The one you were apparently helping modern medicine advance. In reality, you mostly care about the free flavored cigarettes. A fair exchange, at least on your opinion. Then someone plucked the cigarette right out of your fingers. You didn't even look.
"Rude." "Sharing is caring." "Buy your own." "You literally got them for free." "...That's not the point." The cigarette thief laughed, thats when you finally glanced up. Cute. You thought. Very cute. Actually, maybe he's dangerously cute. You had been talking to people most of the night. Not exclusively, you talked to everybody. But this guy somehow remained nearby throughtout the evening. A feat not many people managed, mostly because your attention span was terrible.
Imagine a hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, another friend, then another, then another. At some point you had accidentally collected a small crowd. You didn't know how it happened, but it always happened. People just kind of gathered. Maybe because you were easy to talk to. Maybe because you remembered people's names, mostly. Maybe because you treated everyone the same, or maybe because you were just entertaining to watch. Especially when you were losing.
which Imagine had brought everybody's attention to the billiards room. More specifically, to you, who is currently losing terribly. The cue stick rested against your shoulder, you stare at the table, and the table stared back. The ball remained exactly where it was and the room held its breath. Then you took the shot and completely missed. The entire room exploded, people doubled over laughing, someone fell off a couch. You just looked down at the cue stick, then at ball, then back at the cue stick.
"...I think it's broken." "You missed the entire table!" "Technicalities." "You aimed for ten seconds!" "Well, clearly it wasn't enough." You said shrugging and the laughter somehow got worse. So far you lost every game. Every single one. At one point, you accidentally sent the cue ball flying into the other table which earn you a round of applause. You bowed naturally. Because if you were going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly.
Imagine hours passed, the party grew louder, then softer, then louder again. People drifted between room, conversation changed, the music changed, the atmosphere shifted the way parties always did once midnight crept closer. The chaos mellowed into something warmer, more intimate. People sat closer, laughed quieter, found corners, found moments. You on the other hand ended up back outside eventually. Near the pool, feet dangling in the water as cigarette balanced between your lips.
Imagine someone sat beside you. The same cute guy from earlier. He was close enough that your shoulder occasionally brushed. Neither of you moved anyway. The coversation came easy, everything always did. You talked about stupid things, favorite drinks, terrible classmates, the weird guy who attempted a flip into the pool. Then came future plans, the lack of future plans. You admitted you had absoltely no clue what you were doing with your life, to which they admitted they didn't either. And it was nice, comfortable. It was the kind of conversation that slipped by unnoticed. One minute, ten minutes, turns into an hour.
Imagine someone eventually called your name from across the yard, making you pause from the conversation and looked up. Across the yard someone blew you a kiss dramatically. You blew one back. Making the person beside you groan. "There you go again?" "What?" You asked, looking at him confused. "That." "What?" "Flirting." "I was being polite." "Nobody is that polite." You looked genuienly confused, which only made him laugh harder. "You're impossible." "So I've heard."
Imagine the way he shook his head, smiling. And his smile lingered, so did yours. Neither disappearing, neither looking away. The air shifted, not dramatically, just enough. Enough that when they leaned slightly closer, niether of you seemed surprised. The party continued around you. The music, the laughter, the splashing of water, the distant shouting. But it felt further away now, like background noise, like something happening to other people.
Imagine the two of you enventually ended up inside, not because you planned to, not because he planned to, it just happened anyway. Like one conversation leading to another, one room leading to another. Until you found yourself in a quieter hallway, away from most of the crowd. The music reduced to a distant heartbeat through the walls.
Imagine the two of you were still talking, still laughing, still standing a little too close. Your shoulder rested against the wall as they stood in front of you. Looking amused and comfortable. Looking entirely too pretty. "You know." He said, playing with your hair. "Hm?" "You really have no idea, do you?" "No idea about what?" "The effect you have on people." You blink, then laughed. "Oh, that's dramatic." "I'm serious." "That's concerning." "You think everybody likes you." "Nahhh I don't." You laugh. "You act like it." You considered, then eventually shrugged. "Maybe I just like everybody."
Imagine the way he simply started, then he laughed, something fond hidden underneath it. The kind that settled somewhere warm in your chest. Eventually the conversation faded, not abruptly, just natural. The way good conversations did. A glance lingering slightly longer. A smile refusing to disappear. The distance between you shrinking without either of you noticing. Then eventually, the talking stopped entirely. A brief kiss. Sweet, warm. Followed by laughter when both of you immediately smiled afterwards. Then another, the kind that felt less like some grand romantic moment and more like two people genuinely enjoying each other's company.
Imagine it was simple, easy, and comfortable. A lot like the rest of your life. At least until your phone started vibrating. You ignore it. Then it vibrated again, and again. The person in front of you groaned dramatically. "If you check that phone, I'm leaving." "You won't." "...Fair." You laugh, winking at him before you pulled your phone out of your pocket. Then glance at the screen, and froze.
Imagine the way everything stopped, the hallway, the music, the conversation. Even your breathing. For a second all you could was stare. The sender, the subject, the words. Then stare at it again, because there was absolutely no way- no fucking way. Your eyes darted across the screen. Once, twice, then three times. You were accepted. Accepted at Skyhaven academy Engineering Department. Your mouth fell open. "What happened?" You couldn't answer. "What happened?" Then a laugh escaped you. Disbelieving, half delighted. Seriously. "Oh my God." "What?" "I got in." "What?" "I GOT IN."
Imagine the way those words echoed throught the hallway. Several nearby partygoers immediately turned. But you didn't care. Because somehow, you. The class cutting, party hopping, chain smoking idiot who signed up for medical research because the cigarettes were flavored. The one who took the entrace exam just because it looks fun- Had actually gotten accepted. Suddenly, your future felt real. Not something distant. Not something to worry about later.
Imagine it was real, terrifiying, exciting, and waiting. So as you stand there in a noisy hallway while a party raged around you, cigarette tucked behind one ear with your heart threatening to burst from your chest. You couldn't stop grinning. Because somehow, against all odds. Against all expectations. Against your own expectations. You started at the acceptance letter again and grinned, wide, dangerous and excited. The kind of grin your friends would immediately recognize as trouble. Because it always meant the same thing. An adventure was coming and whethere you were ready or not. You were absolutely going to throw yourself headfirst into it.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°
: blame my typos on Ace, Sabo, Shigaraki, Dabi, Izuki, Katsuki and Shoto because I spend the night crying (+ editing) because of them (watched the last season of BNHA and rewatch marinefort + dressrosa arc) so expected some ff about them soon.
: if you're looking for the boys, they would be on the next updates. If ya'll want to be tagged, just... say so?
