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dude i hate peoples obsession with thinking changbin has abs. he has a tummy. it is hot. ppl will say oh i love his belly/tummy and yall come RUNNING with "ITS ABS HE HAS A SIX PACK 🤬🤬" you are not being as nice or protective or whatever as you think. you are acting like him having a tummy is an insult. he is not fat, (which also isnt bad either????) he has muscle mass. more muscle means it can be less defined. CHANGBIN HAS A SQUISHY TUMMY AND ITS BEAUTIFUL AND ITS SO HOT!!!!

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Idk if anyone else feels the same way, but I've posted across my Instagram about not getting sent thirst videos about the guys from DC.

Idk, it feels inappropriate to simp over the guys being sweaty when the heat was actually causing a lot of harm to stays and the guys (heard that a few members were sick off stage). The situation is too serious to act feral.

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I feel so sorry and sad for stays in D.C. 😭😭😭 I wish the heat had stayed away omg. But I hope everyone hydrates and recovers well (and safely). I know the guys are gutted to have to end the show early, but it is just too dangerous with so many people passing out. 🥺🥺

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Felix / THE FIRST TAKE♡😠

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aren't we? ・l.f.

💿 — felix who truly believes that you were the one who gave him all these freckles in a past life—especially the heart-shaped one.

🔭 — paring・felix x gn!reader // genres・fluff, established relationships // words・687 // warnings・felix is so sweet and sappy, if you don't like rambles or tooth-rotting fluff than you won't like this

a/n・i just can't let go of the idea that lee felix would find your soul in every lifetime! also i stole this from my short story collection that i'm working to publish because it was felix coded and i also just needed to get something out there for y'all i hope you like it my loves!!!

Felix was the part in your story, always imagined but never written down. 

And in the same way an author takes up a pen, he held his hands before you, and with quiet serenity, he swore—please, unravel your heart before me. I promise, you will never have to fantasize again—without paper or quill, he breathed all your dreams to life.

Even after four years, he continues to do so.

Felix's arms are hot around you, warm hands spread across the small of your back as he pulls you closer to him. He's kissing you, hips spreading your thighs apart from where you sit perched atop the counter's edge. The fudgy scent of brownie batter lingers in the air, wafting from a long-forgotten oven. Felix promised he would pull the brownies out after just one more kiss.

But we both know how well that went.

"Did you forget about the brownies?" Your smile must be contagious, 'cause as soon as it blossoms upon your cheeks, you have already infected him—his spreading bigger and brighter than yours.

"Brownies? What brownies? Were we cooking brownies?" he jokes, thumbs brushing patterns on your exposed back.

In the moment between lifting your gaze to admire his star-struck cheeks and now, you have taken notice of an intriguing-shaped freckle just underneath his lash line, honey-brown and cordate.

Suddenly, you lift a finger to brush the soft skin of his under-eye. First, Felix is confused. Then, as your eyes brighten with both intrigue and awe, he loses any hope of thought at all. A subtle purse in your lips tells him of your deep concentration.

He can't help the amused breath he puffs from his nose.

"What?" he whispers, eyes glazed with admiration.

"You have a heart-shaped freckle." The realization dawns on you with a soft gasp—something so simple, yet so profound. It felt so perfectly Felix.

Mindlessly, he brings his hand up to touch the mark. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"You know, your past lover must have adored your cheeks."

His fingers never cease their exploration upon your bare back. "Do you adore my cheeks?"

You let out an involuntary laugh. "Well, of course I do, but we aren't talking about me."

His eyes turn into crescent moons as he tilts his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Aren't we?"

For a moment, the room feels smaller, quieter, the air thick with emotion. It takes you a minute to discern his words, shifting through the meaning before it all clicks.

You gasp, the weight of his words sitting like a star in your chest. "Are you saying I was your past love?"

"I mean, if the shoe fits." His lips tilt up, and the pad of his thumb finds its way across your own cheek.

He leans in closer, lips brushing against yours as he whispers, with enough sincerity to make gardens blossom in your heart, "there's a freckle for every world I have called you mine."

It all hits you right then—the depth in which you feel for him. It's dizzying, disorienting in the best of ways. You hold love itself in between your palms. It's enough to bring tears to your eyes, slipping into your sealed lips and dripping down to your chin.

Thousands of years ago, his lover whispered the stars on his skin, for now, pressed upon his cheeks will be their story, etched into the very person in which it was born.

This is just a chapter, and maybe a million years into the future you'll be here again, sharing kisses and cherry chapstick until the brownies burn. He'd hold you here forever, over and over, until time slipped past the universe's grip and his book shuts.

Felix can't help but chuckle at the complexity of his thoughts, and when you look back up at him with those big, bright eyes, it all snaps back into perspective. It was all quite simple, really.

He laces his fingers into your hair, leaning forward to seal your lips together once more.

If Felix got to choose his story, every chapter would be filled with you.

loosely based off this fic here by @luvtak! go check it out it's literally the best fic i've ever read!!

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I'm a strong independent woman *tucks hair behind ear* but I'd let Felix talk for me 🤭

His Spoiled Princess

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Pairing: Felix x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just a boyfriend who loves to provide for his girlfriend. All she has to do is sit there, smile at him, and he’ll give her everything.

Warnings: Sex! Sexy, gift-giving boyfriend Felix! MDNI

A/N: I came up with this after realizing how generous Felix is when it comes to buying things for his friends and family… not to mention the gifts he gets for Hyunjin. So, I figured he’d definitely be the type of boyfriend who loves to spoil his partner with gifts all the time.

୨ৎ Bangchan ୨ৎ Hyunjin ୨ৎ Seungmin ୨ৎ Jeongin ୨ৎ Changbin ୨ৎ Han ୨ৎ Leeknow

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It started with a kiss—soft, slow, and dripping with the kind of devotion that made her toes curl. It had been months since they made it official, but Felix still treated her like it was the first day, still looked at her like she was the only girl in the world.

And she was.

Felix didn’t just love her; he worshiped her. In the kind of way that had his black credit card practically burning a hole in his pocket, ready to be swiped at the faintest hint of her desire. New nails? Paid for. Hair, shoes, custom designer clothes? Done before she could even ask. The finest handbags, diamond-studded jewelry, Louis Vuitton robes embroidered with her name in gold thread—because why the fuck would his princess wear anything that wasn’t made just for her?

She wasn’t just spoiled—she was his.

And he made sure she knew it.

When they were out, he never let her speak for herself.

“You’re too pretty to talk to them, baby,” he’d murmur, guiding her behind him with a protective hand at the small of her back, a slight smirk playing at his lips whenever her lashes fluttered up at him in quiet obedience.

Waiters? Male workers? He handled it.

All she had to do was look pretty, smile sweetly, and wait for her Felix to take care of everything.

And she loved it.

The way his voice dropped just for her, low and commanding, the way he made decisions like it was second nature, the way she never had to lift a finger—unless it was to touch him.

She leaned into him, letting her fingers curl into the soft fabric of his sleeve —because she knew the moment they got home, he’d remind her just how much he adored spoiling his princess.

She’s his baby, his favorite thing in the world.

She was draped in luxury. A custom Louis Vuitton robe, soft blush satin embroidered with her name, the gold thread catching the dim bedroom light. It slid like liquid over her skin, barely covering the delicate lace underneath—the set Felix had picked out for her because, as he put it, “My girl deserves the finest.”

Felix sat back against the pillows, watching her with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, the kind that made her thighs press together involuntarily. He was relaxed, shirtless, the sharp cut of his collarbones leading down to the smooth plane of his stomach. His legs spread slightly, an invitation disguised as laziness.

“C’mere, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with warmth. “Let me see you.”

She stepped closer, letting the robe slip just enough to tease. Felix’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his fingers tapping lazily against his knee as he looked her over like she was something rare, something precious. And she was.

“You know why I got this made for you?” His voice was soft, coaxing, as he reached forward, tracing his fingers over the golden embroidery.

“Because I’m your princess?” she teased, her lips curling as she straddled his lap.

Felix hummed, his hands settling against her waist, warm and steady.

“Mmm. Because you’re my everything.”

Her breath hitched, and before she could respond, his lips were on her throat, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone. His grip tightened, pulling her closer until there was no space between them, just the heat of his body and the silk melting between them.

“I don’t just spoil you, baby,” he murmured against her skin, his voice dipping lower. “I worship you.”

And with that, he flipped her beneath him, the silk pooling around them as his mouth claimed hers, slow and thorough, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt—she was his, and he was about to show her just how much that meant.

The box sat prettily on the dining table, a blush pink bow tied perfectly around the packaging. She hadn’t even asked for it—just mentioned it once, and now, here it was.

Felix leaned back in his chair, one arm resting casually on the backrest, watching her expectantly.

“You got me the pink one?” she asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway.

“Of course, I did,” he said smoothly. “My princess gets whatever she wants.”

She smiled, stepping between his legs, placing her hands on his broad shoulders as she leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to his lips.

“You spoil me too much, Lixie,” she whispered against his mouth.

Felix chuckled, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her effortlessly into his lap.

“Never too much,” he corrected, his voice low and warm. “Just enough.”

His hands trailed down her hips, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her dress, gathering it higher. The air shifted, the energy between them thickening. Her pulse quickened as his lips grazed her jaw, his voice a gentle murmur against her skin.

“Wanna thank me properly, baby?”

She knew exactly what he wanted. And she wanted it too.

Minutes later, the iPhone was forgotten, still perfectly wrapped on the table. She, on the other hand, was not so put together. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, her cheek pressed against the cool marble, Felix’s hands gripping her hips as he moved inside her, slow, deep, thorough. Every thrust sent heat coiling tighter in her stomach, her nails scrambling for purchase against the table as Felix pressed a soothing kiss between her shoulder blades.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “Take it, baby. Just like that.”

And when she finally came, Felix held her through it, murmuring soft praises against her skin, kissing her shoulders as he coaxed her down from the high.

“So good for me,” he whispered, turning her head so he could press a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “That’s my perfect girl.”

She loved the bag. Not just because it was designer, not just because it was stunning—but because Felix had gotten her a prettier one than Chan’s girlfriend. Just because he could.

Felix smirked as she admired it, his hand resting lazily on her thigh as the car drove through the city streets.

“Like it, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, batting her lashes at him. “You really do take care of me, don’t you?”

Felix chuckled, fingers teasing up the hem of her dress.

“You’re mine,” he said simply. “Of course, I do.”

She smirked, then—deliberately, teasingly—reached under her dress and slipped her panties off, tucking them neatly into the new handbag. Felix’s breath hitched, his grip on her thigh tightening.

“You little—” His voice cut off as she swung a leg over his lap, straddling him right there in the backseat. The driver was long forgotten, the only thing that mattered was the heat between them, the way she grinded against him, slow and teasing.

“Wanna show me just how much you love spoiling me, Lixie?” she purred, rolling her hips.

Felix groaned, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her down onto him, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered:

“Baby, you have no idea.”

Her nails were perfect—long, glossy, diamond-studded tips that caught the dim bedroom light with every flutter of her fingers. Felix had made sure of it. He had paid for the finest salon, made sure she had the most delicate, intricate designs, all because his princess deserved nothing but the best.

And now?

Now those nails were scratching down his back, leaving marks that burned in the best way possible.

Felix groaned, the sound low and wrecked, vibrating against her throat as he pinned her down harder into the mattress. His hands were firm on her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted, controlling the way she took every slow, deep thrust.

Her legs trembled around his waist, heels still strapped to her feet, the sharp points pressing into his lower back as she clung to him. The pleasure was overwhelming, melting her brain into something useless and syrupy sweet.

“F-Felix—” she gasped, nails digging in harder as he rolled his hips, pushing deeper, stretching her open inch by inch with that torturous, controlled pace.

Felix chuckled against her skin, his lips curling into a knowing smirk as he dragged his teeth along her jaw, biting down just enough to make her whimper.

“You like showing off those nails, huh?” His voice was dark, teasing. “Go on, scratch me up, baby. Let me feel how much my princess loves her gifts.”

Her body responded before her mind could—her nails raked down his back, her walls fluttering around him as her legs tightened, drawing him impossibly closer.

Felix hissed through his teeth, a shudder rolling through his body. “Fuck—just like that, baby.” His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so he could press his forehead to hers, his breath hot against her lips.

“You wanna make a mess on my cock, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice pure sin, pure indulgence.

Her head nodded weakly, too dumb, too wrecked to form words.

Felix grinned, kissed her hard, then gave her exactly what she needed.

The slow, teasing rhythm was gone— now, he was fucking her deep, thorough, overwhelming, just like she deserved.

She sobbed his name, nails scraping, legs trembling as she arched into him, completely undone.

“That’s it, princess,” Felix groaned, burying himself deep as she shattered beneath him. His hands smoothed over her shaking body, grounding her as he fucked her through the aftershocks, pressing kisses along her jaw, whispering soft praises against her lips.

“So fucking good for me. My perfect girl.”

And when she finally came down from the high, Felix just smiled, as she was tracing over the red streaks on his back with lazy fingers, his voice soft and full of pride.

“Mmm. Gonna have to take you back to the salon, baby.” He pressed a slow kiss to her temple. “I think we need to get those nails sharpened.”

Felix knew she didn’t love him for his money. It wasn’t about the designer bags, the diamond-studded nails, or the silk sheets he wrapped her in. She never asked for any of it—she deserved it, and that was why he gave it to her.

But what made his chest ache in the sweetest way was the way she loved him back.

It was in the small things—the way she tried to repay him in her own way. The nights she surprised him with a home-cooked meal, even when she giggled and said, “It’s not fancy, but I wanted to try it for you.” The way she curled up in his gaming chair, controller in hand, playing with him until her head drooped against his shoulder, her soft, sleepy voice murmuring, “Just one more round, Lixie.”

And God, the way she waited for him.

She never complained when he was stuck in the practice room late into the night. Instead, she sat there, bundled up in one of his hoodies, watching him dance, cheering for him, waiting until he was finally done so she could wrap her arms around him, press her face into his chest, and whisper, “You worked so hard, baby. I’m proud of you.”

That was what mattered.

Felix could buy her the world, and she would take it with a smile, but she would love him just the same even if he had nothing.

And that was why he had to spoil her.

Because she was his everything. And she deserved to be treated like it.

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I've been posting everything on my Insta (@sydders09 if you're interested), but I want to post a few videos here from the Atlanta concert. 🥰

Loved seeing my boys again and thank you Felix for the ab blessing and kiss 😘

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Stays going to the concert in Orlando today, please be safe and remain alert. I know you all are there for the Kids, but you can't trust that bad people won't try to interfere. I'm sending prayers and good vibes to you all and the guys. Enjoy the day and the concert. 🥰

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Every time I see a post about Atlanta concert freebies, I hope to see one of my origami lovestay hearts. 😭 I wanted them to bring a little joy to stays.

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Felix + Hollow Music Video♡

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Stray Kids: [스키지기]

Stray Kids "dominATE" ATLANTA STAY, you're always so amazing! Thank you❤

#StrayKids #스트레이키즈 #dominATE #dominATE_ATLANTA #YouMakeStrayKidsStay

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Stray Kids: [스키지기]

Stray Kids “dominATE” ATLANTA STAY, you’re always so amazing! Thank you❤

#StrayKids #스트레이키즈 #dominATE #dominATE_ATLANTA #YouMakeStrayKidsStay

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I saw my man again 😘 (the depression that it's over will hit when I wake up)

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Can't wait for my pregnant sister-in-law to get mad at me for choosing not to go to her baby shower when my other sister-in-law is traveling a hefty distance to go to it. 😬