#chris bang x reader

[nonranghaes]

heads up! food mentions. also reader doesn't like eating oranges.

"channie?" oh no. you only called chris 'channie' whenever you were about to tease him over something or when you wanted something silly. "would you peel an orange for me?"

he looks up from his laptop, chin resting in his hand as he wonders what you're getting at. he would, but... he knows you. "you don't like oranges."

"i like orange juice!" you pout. "channie... that's not the point."

he fights back a smile--how cute. you're always so cute. "are you hungry?" he closes his laptop, rolling his chair away from his desk and to where you've curled up on the little loveseat in the home office the two of you decorated together--opposite the wall from your own desk. "is that why you're asking?"

you only pout more at him. "you didn't answer the question."

"i'll cut up a peach for you," he says. "or peel some boiled eggs."

and, oh, the cute way you lit up. "you would?"

he finally lets himself crack up with giggles, reaching out to pinch your cheeks, "i've literally done it for you before!"

you end up giggling, too, hands reaching up to bat at his own. "for what it's worth," you say, holding his hands in yours. "i'd peel boiled eggs for you, too... and an orange, if you wanted one."

and maybe he'll hold you to that one day, just to tease you before stealing as many kisses as you'll let him have.

[wooahaes]

baby steps

pairing: husband!bang chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff. parent au!

word count: 2.8k~

warnings: reader is written to be afab (mentions of pregnancy) + reference to reader with gendered terms like mom. food mentions. idol au for silly purposes. kind-of a rewrite of a wonwoo fic. girl dad chris (yes this needs a warning!!!) no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: girl dad chris brainrot is severe................ i am just thinking too much abt him....... <3

chris’s side of the bed had long since gone cold when you finally woke up that morning.

most days this was normal. chris was a busy guy, he had things to do, songs to work on: you weren’t always graced with the ability of going to bed with or waking up to your husband unless you were lucky. of course, that had all changed after you got pregnant--he’d worked things out so that he could be there for you a little more, especially during the more rough patches of pregnancy, and that he could be fully at home with you for longer bouts of time in order to bond with your new daughter (and to help you while you recovered from everything). the older she got, the more he was easing back into working proper. sure, chris worked on music while he was at home with you (you needed your down time, too, and the two of you were pretty on top of things... and you had plenty of help with chores in the form of seven very insistent uncles who wanted to see your child), and he was starting to get busy again with rehearsals and production since there was something about photoshoots and filming coming up...

but that didn’t change the fact that the bed was cold when you woke up. which meant that chris had either left for the day (unlikely: he always roused you awake with a kiss and a promise to call him if anything serious came up so he could come running), or...

you closed your eyes and listened to the baby monitor for a second. your daughter had yet to say her first words yet (the doctors told a very anxious you and chris that this was normal), but you were used to sometimes hearing her babbling softly. yet you couldn’t hear her or the sound of her breathing, which meant she was out of bed.

true enough to your thoughts, you found chris in the kitchen. he’s gently bouncing her while running a bottle of pumped milk under the warm water, softly singing something under his breath. her face was squished against his shoulder, although she wasn’t asleep. just... listening. maybe you’d tease chris later and say she was just like you: she liked hearing her dad sing. she just sat there in his arms, little hands groping the back of his shirt and releasing it as she entertained herself.

“gonna make you some bananas and eggs soon,” he said, drawing it out in this sing-songy tune, just above a whisper. it made you smile: it wasn’t the first time he’d done that (you noticed he was very inclined to make up little silly tunes for everyday things when he was taking care of her), but it was always endearing when he did it.

you reached into your pajama pants pocket, pulling out your phone to snap a quick picture of the two after ensuring that your phone was silenced. no need to interrupt him while he’s focused.

“ah... you’re getting so big,” he said, musing aloud. “gotta start towards only one nap a day...”

she cooed a little irritably about that, although it might have been the way he slightly jostled her to regain a good hold on her.

“i know,” he said, “i don’t like giving up naps, too. but you’re getting big. gotta start taking those big girl steps...”

another babble, more serious. it made you crack another smile.

“you’ll always be my baby, though,” he said, voice so much warmer this time around. “right? no matter how big you get,” he set the bottle on the counter after testing it one last time, shutting off the water. “you’ll be our baby. right, honey?” he looked up to meet your gaze, smiling warmly as he shifted your daughter in his arms. “you don’t have to keep watching us, you know.”

and yet you always would when you found him in moments like this, just to savor the sight. “i’ll make breakfast,” you said as you made your way over, planting a quick kiss against his lips. “hers first. how long have you been up?”

“not that long,” he said. “i heard her wake up. i thought you would have gotten up since you usually do,” he made his way over to her high chair, carefully setting her into it. “but i figured you could use the extra sleep since you didn’t.”

(chris sometimes would tease you about not letting him get dad-time with her. the moment she hiccuped or breathed in a certain way or so much as babbled, something in you woke you up and made you go to her while chris was still waking up to do the same. the only times he went were when you were too tired to, usually met with a gently smack to his arm or chest and a “your turn” before you buried your face back into your pillow.)

“what’s on the schedule today?”

the long sigh told you pretty much everything you needed to know. “just... a lot. gotta get ready for what’s coming up, you know? we pushed back dance practice since, y’know,” he nodded toward the baby he was currently holding a bottle for, “but it’s fine. we’ll be fine.”

“think the company will hate me if i bring her by for a visit?” you made your way over, “before you guys get started today, i mean.”

he hummed for a moment, mentally running through his day while you were preparing to make breakfast. “if you come with me into work, it should be fine? it’ll probably hype up the others. they love her almost as much as we do.”

that they did. while they’d never been overbearing, sometimes you swore they’d collectively adopted her as their own (and maybe, in a sense, she was). although you’d only trust so many of them with watching over her. a few months ago, minho and jisung had come over a little bit forcefully (chris had mentioned being exhausted) to push the two of you to get rest while they watched over her. you had woken up to a cleaned apartment and dinner courtesy of minho, who’d long-since finished cooking and had preoccupied himself with playing with your daughter alongside jisung.

(minho had been the one who quietly told you that if you or chris ever needed help to call on him again: he was happy to come watch her for a bit, even if it was late or he was tired. your health was important, too.)

“i think she likes you more,” you later mused aloud as you set two plates of breakfast down. he’d been focused entirely on her as you worked fast to get food served for both of them--you could eat afterward.

he stopped you long enough to press a kiss against the back of your hand. “she loves us equally.”

you rolled your eyes as you went to make breakfast for yourself. he knew the truth: that she favored him in far more than just looks. not that it bothered you in the slightest, since she loved you as well. but through and through, she loved her dad more than anything else, always reaching for him as soon as she saw him and giggling over anything he said. all that really mattered to you was the fact she was loved, and with chris in your life, you knew she was and would always be.

the moment chris had finished feeding her breakfast, you’d hoisted your daughter into your arms and decided to get her dressed while he ate. he’d entertain her again while you scarfed down food and changed into something more presentable (you’d have to resist the urge to just throw a jacket over the shirt you were wearing, fully aware there was a stain on the shoulder). 

it was chilly out, and you’d began looking through her closet, showing off different options for her to wear. plenty of these things were things both your friends and chris’s had bought for her--and you’d veered toward the things you knew had been bought by his members. the last time jisung saw her in her little ducky dress had been all you needed to stick to things that the others would recognize. you layered her up to keep her nice and warm, happy to have dressed her in the fleece cardigan that jeongin bought her a few weeks ago (she needs something nice to keep her warm, right?) with her puffy coat draped over one of your arms. you handed her off to chris, who immediately stole a kiss from you before toting your daughter away to entertain her, and immediately you were set into what you dubbed ‘parent mode.’ eating breakfast quickly, throwing things into the dishwasher since you’d definitely be too tired to do it later, getting ready as quickly as you could: all the things you and chris grew used to doing in trying to be as available as possible for your daughter whenever she was awake.

soon enough, the three of you were gathered by the front door, dressed and ready to head out. he planted a quick kiss onto the top of your daughter’s head, and out the three of you went. you’d always sit in the backseat with her, cooing over her and making her giggle. life would only get harder the older she got, so you and chris had resolved to make her childhood as happy as the two of you could. you carried her in your arms despite the fact you knew she could cruise just fine (one day she’d take those first few steps without needing the help, and you’d probably cry over it) while chris walked just barely ahead of you. he needed to warm up, after all--and if the two of you didn’t go straight to where his members were, you both knew her aunties in the building would catch sight of her. they could say hi after you left the guys to their practice.

(truly, you were glad for the relationship chris had with his boss. you’d only brought your daughter up to the building once or twice over the past year, and as long as it didn’t become a distraction, things would be okay. hell, if nothing else, you were just glad that you and chris had been protected as much as possible throughout this stage of your life.)

changbin had been making his way back to the practice room when he saw the two of you, and immediately made a beeline toward you and chris. “why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” he said to chris, but then turned to you. “can i...?”

you didn’t mind handing her off to changbin, who quickly thanked you and said you looked wonderful (which was doubtful, in your opinion: you were very tired still). at first, it’d bothered you some that people always looked entirely at your baby and seemed to forget about the two tired parents behind her.. but you’d grown okay with it in time. mainly because there would always be several people who spoke to you first (several members of staff, for one, but minho always made a point of checking in on you first), but you still liked knowing that your daughter was adored by so many people in her life. it was nice to know that there’d always be someone there to help if you asked for it.

you stepped into the practice room as chris had hung back to talk to the choreographer about something, and immediately you were greeted with the sight of jisung making silly faces at your daughter--goading her to try and call him her favorite uncle. hyunjin would always roll his eyes and said she was too little to lie like that, but stand close enough by to smile at her and talk to her.

felix had come up to you after he saw you, already embracing you. “we missed you,” he hummed, “and her.”

“you can always come by,” you said, hugging him back. there was always something nice about a hug from felix that you savored more than the others. "just let us know, alright?”

felix just hugged you tighter before letting go. “everything okay?” he said in a quieter voice. “chris said something about you sleeping more lately.”

of course he did. and of course felix would be the sweetheart who’d check in to calm his own worries. “just tired,” you admitted after a moment. “i dunno. i think it’s just anxiety,” you confessed. “every time she hiccups or sighs in her sleep, i wake up for a few minutes just to hear her settle back down.”

“ah.” he kept an arm wrapped around you, “i’m sorry. if you ever need one of us--”

“i know.” you looked to where jeongin had taken her from changbin, cooing at her happily. bbang and bang, you’d dubbed them in you mind once: truly always a cute sight to see. you swore his eyes were sparkling when he started asking her who bought her this jacket. you turned back to felix, “we appreciate it a lot, felix.”

“do you think we could teach her how to dance?” minho had come up beside you, yet was craning his neck to get a better look at your daughter. “when she’s older.”

“are you going to teach her?”

he smiled a little. “i might,” he said. “by the way...” he held up a little knit cap with cat ears on it, looking at you. “i was going to give it to chan, but since you’re here...”

you’d accepted it with a soft laugh. “thank you, minho. i’m sure she’ll love it.” 

although you’d heard something in the way she was babbling. it’d made you turn away from minho while he was saying something about how big she was getting, watching her carefully. she’d become far more wiggly in jeongin’s arms, looking around insistently. you could hear jeongin asking her what’s wrong. hyunjin had been holding his phone up, recording what was jisung cooing at her--likely to send it to you again, since you’d collected plenty of videos of your daughter with her uncles. seungmin had pointed you out, saying that her mom was over there in case that was what she was looking for, only for that to not be it as she kept looking more and more upset.

then you heard her, seeing troubles disappearing from her face immediately, voice clear as it could be: “appa!”

chris had just stepped into the room, and immediately his head had jerked toward where she was. you’d never seen him bolt across the room so quickly, already pulling her into his arms as he looked her over. and then the realization hit him as he whirled around to look at you.

“did she just...?” he mouthed at you.

all you could do was nod. that settled that: she’d always have chris wrapped around her finger. you broke away from minho and felix to make your way to her, jeongin meeting your gaze. his eye cut back toward your daughter, and somehow you just understood what he was asking as you nodded.

“wait, really?” jisung spoke aloud. “oh my god.”

meanwhile, your daughter was too busy paying attention to her dad to notice or even care about the stir she’d caused. and chris... well, you were going to feel guilty when you had to leave with your daughter in a few minutes. he’d looked as enamored with her as he was the day she was born, clearly so proud of her for finally saying her first word--and the fact it was her calling to him? he’d give her the world if she asked for it. reluctantly, he’d give her back to you when you asked for her, although he’d plant another kiss on the top of her head.

“we’ll see you at home,” you said, and then looked at your daughter, bouncing her in your arms. “appa has to work now. say bye-bye.”

and yet you swore she pouted when she heard that, already reaching for chris again. all it took was a thousand little kisses from chris peppered all over her face for her to brighten back up, and you’d decided to take your leave while you could. the two of you waved to the others before heading out, and eventually you’d finally made it back outside after a few more little visits with other people you’d encountered on your way out of the building. you caught a taxi home, and soon enough your phone had buzzed with a video from hyunjin. you’d turned the volume down, watching it until you heard that shrill “appa!“ from your daughter, and immediately your heart lurched in your chest.

hyunjin had caught it. you’d have to repay him somehow for catching both your daughter’s first word and the look of surprise on chris’s face as he came back into the practice room.

you’d snuggled your baby close to you again, pressing a kiss onto the top of her head. life was good. you never knew how long it would be good for, but you’d always treasure living in those good parts for as long as you could.

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[suhnflowerstay]

game night

bang chan x afab!reader

a/n: this is based on a real life situation so it might not be super relatable (no description of what reader looks like besides the fact that they're afraid of sitting on his lap)

and it is not representative of any characteristics the idols have or anything lol it's moreso therapeutic. it does require the knowledge of Jackbox Games. quiplash is a game where you get a prompt and you anonymously write down what you think is the funniest answer and everyone votes for the funniest one. i'm posting this twice because i originally wrote it for mark but my sister thought it was well suited for chan as well soooo yeah!

wc: 2.9k

tags: toxic situationship vibes (like really toxic), smoking, high emotions, angst, smut, sad ending

You and Chan had known each other for a few years. You had initially met on vacation and got each other's contact information to keep in touch. You were talking all the time and FaceTiming nearly every day. You were friends, such close friends that you decided to go to the same university. Once you moved to his area for college, you were spending all your time with each other. Eventually, the sexual tension between you began to build and before you knew it, your situationship began.

A few months before your friends with benefits relationship with Chan began, he had been sharing with you how messy his previous arrangement was. You had seen other girls come and go because they could never handle him sticking by his word and refusing to commit to them. You were also not interested in commitment, so you felt comfortable going into it. You knew exactly who you were friends with, so you assumed you would be fine. You were just friends who had a sexual attraction to each other. There was no reason that having sex would have to complicate things, right? Wrong.

Yes, there are people who can have a healthy friends with benefits style relationship. Sex is easy to detach from for some more than others. Your relationship with Chan was anything but detached. You were best friends who had sex, and the gray area was extremely gray. You were practically dating without the label, and that brought a lot of negative feelings bubbling up. But you both didn't want commitment. You were terrified of being vulnerable in that way and he, well… he just loved the attention.

Chan's cousin Felix was hosting a game night with some friends, and he wanted you to come along and meet everyone. When you two arrived at Felix’s house, you introduced yourself, and the first words out of his mouth were:

“Are you the one that called on Christmas?”

Immediately, Chan jumped into action to try to shut Felix up. He stood in front of you and blocked Felix from view, mumbling, “No, that was someone else.” You knew he had a previous situationship leading up to your current situationship with him; this was no secret. You knew this because you were the one to talk him through the end of that relationship. You just hadn't realized how intense it must've been if Bang Chan was bringing that "friend with benefits" to meet the family.

You had small talk with Felix, asking him what his major was, and he asked you yours. He offered you drinks and snacks, and you took a seat on the sectional with Chan taking the seat right next to you. You two were in your own little world, giggling about god knows what while he had his arm around you, when all of a sudden the door behind you swings open.

“CHAN PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE DONE THE ENGINEERING HOMEWORK!” the disheveled boy yelled. You giggled because of how insane this random man appeared with his backpack barely slung over his shoulder, hair a mess, running up to take a seat on the couch diagonal to you two.

“Y/N, this is Minho. Minho, this is Y/N.”

Minho’s brain is going a million miles an hour, and the first thing he thinks to ask is:

“Are you two dating?”

You and Chan look at each other, and he says, “No, we’re just friends.”

“Oh," the disheveled man says, "Well, it looks like you two are dating.”

Minho proceeds to talk to Chan about whatever homework they had, and his whole demeanor has you nearly falling off the couch with how hard he has you laughing. He has major himbo energy and says everything with so much passion. At one point, he ends a story he's telling with, “WHATEVER FUCKOOO!”

Soon, more of Felix and (kind of) Chan's friends start showing up. A taller guy who catches your eye greets you. He says his name is Hyunjin and makes light conversation with you, asking how you know Chan and Felix and asking how long you've lived in the city. There are also three guys in the corner smoking, and one of them catches your eye as you hear his distinct giggle while he laughs with his friends. Is Chan only friends with hot people, you think. The last guy walks in and very quietly says hi and immediately walks across the room to sit between his friends. Chan lets you know that the shy guy, also known as Jisung, is really shy with strangers, but he's sure Jisung will warm up by the end of the night.

Felix loads up Jackbox Games, and your group plays Trivia Murder Party for a few rounds, and then, a guy named Seungmin says he thinks the group should play Quiplash. There are a few rounds where you make some pretty good jokes, and all of the guys hype you up, telling Chan he brought someone super funny to game night. You even make a quip at Chan's expense, and Minho high-fives you for doing so. At this point, you've had a few drinks, and you aren't drunk, just tipsy. But you absolutely need to pee. You ask Chan where the bathroom is, since this is his cousin's house, and he leads you to the bathroom, waiting for you outside the door. Once you’re done, he drags you to the empty bedroom across from the bathroom and lays back on the bed, pulling you down you on top of him.

“Are you having fun?” he looks up at you.

“Mhm," you hum, "are you?”

“Yeah."

"Your friends are nice. Minho's super funny. I can't believe he's real,” you giggle.

"Yeah, he is... ok, c'mon. Let’s go back before they think we’re having sex or something," he says abruptly. You thought his response was weird, but you didn't think too much about it.

Upon returning to the living room, you see your seat on the couch was stolen by a few of the guys, and you are now forced to sit on a recliner in the corner to watch the game from there. There’s only one seat though, so you just stand while Chan takes the seat.

“What are you doing?" he questions, "Come on. Sit down.”

You pause. “I-I'm okay. I don’t want to like hurt your legs or anyth-”

Chan pulls you down on his lap, so you’re forced to sit down on him. He asks if you want to smoke, and you take a singular hit, not really interested in doing that, and watch the game from afar. Minho has his eyes trained on you two, and you feel his stare. You turn to look at him, and he yells from across the room, “Are you sure you guys aren’t dating?”

You giggle saying, "Yes, we’re sure we aren’t dating."

He tilts his head to the side like a confused kitty and proceeds to ask “So, are you guys cousins?” and you cannot stop yourself from keeling over because what does he MEAN?? What kind of line of questioning is that? Why would his brain jump from dating to cousins? You look at Chan incredulously as you both laugh and confirm once again that you are just friends.

You two keep watching the game, rather than participate, and go back to your own little world until Chan decides he’s ready to go home. You follow him out, saying a single goodbye to everyone in the room. Everyone bids you goodbye in their own way with many of the guys saying how nice it was to meet you and how you should definitely come to game night again. You two walk out and Chan unlocks the car before remembering he has to go back in to get something from Felix. You sit and wait in the car, smiling to yourself, and text your best friend about game night. You make sure to mention the beautiful man you met and how funny it was that he asked if you and Chan were cousins.

Once he enters the car, he slides his hand onto your thigh.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Yes, actually. I really didn't think I would, but that was so nice and all of your friends seem so cool! Minho is such a himbo it’s so funny... I can’t believe you guys are taking the same classes.” you add.

You don't notice, but Chan's hand clenches the steering wheel. He doesn’t say anything and begins the drive home. You stop by the grocery store on your way home to pick up some snacks, and everything between you and Chan seems pretty light hearted.

You get back to his place, shower, and change into pajamas. You two sit on the couch for a bit longer watching shows and just snacking, cuddled up together. You get up to go to the restroom, leaving your phone behind on the coffee table, and when you come back, Chan is in a noticeably different mood. His body language is tense, and he’s moved away from your original spot.

“Channie… what’s wrong?” you ask, still standing.

“Nothing. What are you talking about?”

“It just seems like... like there’s something bothering you,” you insisted.

“Why would anything be bothering me? You’re literally making something out of nothing!” he snapped.

Now, you're officially in a bad mood.

“Fine then! Forget I even asked,” you huffed, collapsing onto the opposite side of the couch to go through your phone.

Half an hour later, your anger has subsided, and you're back to being invested in the show you’re watching. Then, the leading man betrays his love interest.

“Ughhhhhh," you drone, "Why does every man suck? Like even him? You have to be joking.”

“I bet Minho would never do that…” Chan mumbled mockingly from his side of the couch.

“What the actual fuck did you just say?” you snarled.

“Nothing.”

“Please do not fucking tell me that you’re upset over Minho, a man I only just met a few hours ago,” you scoffed.

“Oh, so you’re counting the hours,” Chan said, not even looking at you.

“Chan, shut the fuck up! What are you saying right now? What is your deal? I don’t even know or care about Minho!”

“You sure seemed to care when you texted your friend about how hot and funny you thought he was,” he said, finally looking up at you to see your reaction.

“Motherfucker, you went through my phone? Again? Are you fucking joking? Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t! I saw you texting it,” he tried to say, but you knew that was a lie because you had texted your friend right when you got into the car. He absolutely went through your phone, but this was not the first time.

“You’re a fucking liar, Bang Chan. I know you didn’t see me texting it. And either way, what does it matter to you? Newsflash! In case you weren't aware, I’m not your girlfriend! You made sure of it, and you also made sure everyone knew that tonight!”

Chan scoffed, “What did you want me to say to them? 'Oh yeah we’re fucking’?”

“it doesn’t matter what you say to them because we aren’t anything. And that means you don’t get to be upset over me texting my friend that i thought your friend was attractive," you emphasize, "You’ve done far worse or would you like me to remind you about your sexting with Soyeon or sending good morning and goodnight texts to Sana when you couldn’t even find two seconds to text me back even if it was just to let me know you were busy?"

Chan sits there knowing he can't say anything to that.

"You have even less of a right to be upset because of all the shit you pull all of the time, so I’m not going to apologize for sending my friend one text about a cute boy I will probably never see again." you finish.

“So you would want to see him again?” he tries to say steadily, but his voice cracks.

You look up and see that Chan is looking at the ground now and has tears in his eyes.

“Chris…” you put your arm around him and embrace him.

“I get it, though, like he’s so much more than I could ever be," he sniffles, "He’s so funny without even trying, and he’s just so cute and attractive and everything about him screams 'y/n's type.' I don’t blame you for being interested.”

He pushes himself up to lock eyes with you. “It’s only you, you know? I know you saw the texts or whatever with other girls, but I only care about you. No one else could ever be you. I promise that at the end of the day, no matter what, I only want you.”

He looks down at your lips and hesitates before he kisses you. The kiss starts off slow and slowly progresses into a more passionate, needy one. Chan is grabbing at your hips, your stomach, your arms, whatever he can get a grip on. He starts whining and pulls away, “Please take off your clothes, babygirl. I need you.”

You both strip down in his living room. Chan carefully lays you down on the couch and lines himself up with your pussy before slowly pushing himself in all the way without any issue. You guess high intensity and emotional situations just make you wet now after all the arguments you've had with this man.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight," he praises, "You always make me feel so big. it always feels like the first time.”

You moan and beg Chan to move, and slowly, he does. While there’s still a desperate neediness in the air, Chan is moving slowly and intentionally. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours while caressing your body. He praises every inch of you that he touches, littering you with compliments. He traces a finger along every curve and focuses on tracing circles on your tits, teasing your nipple ever so slightly before finally taking the buds between his fingers. He squeezes them, eliciting moans from your "pretty little mouth" as he calls it. He keeps one hand focused on your breast while he uses the other arm to hold himself up as he leans down to kiss you, maintaining the slow but steady rhythm. You wrap your legs and arms around him, pinning him to your chest. This position makes it so much more intimate, and you swear that he's hitting even deeper. The combination is pushing you right up to the edge. By the way Chan starts moaning, you can tell he feels the same.

“Fuck baby, I'm so close,” he groans

“Please cum inside me, Daddy. I need it so bad.”

“Ugh, f-fuck, beautiful, I can’t until you do. Please cum with me baby girl and- fuck- and I’ll fill you up as much as you want.”

His words send you over the edge, catapulting you into a strong radiating orgasm. Your hands are grasping at his arms and back, leaving scratches in their wake, you're sure. It’s very different from what you’ve previously experienced, muted but long lasting, and you can feel it all over. Your orgasm triggers his, and he continues to fuck you through it until the overstimulation becomes too much. He pulls out of you and grabs some wipes to wipe you and himself down. He lays you down in bed and makes his way to lay down right alongside you. He sits up and places his hand on your cheek, turning your head to make you look at him.

“I-" he hesitated, "I’m sorry I went through your phone again,” he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth along your cheekbone.

“It’s okay, Chan,” you reassure him.

“I just- I knew you’d like him. I could tell from the way you were looking at him and how he was looking at you. Minho is never interested in other people let alone other people’s relationships. I knew if he was asking if we were dating, it was so he could ask you out, and it made me freak out," he sighs.

“You have no way of knowing that, Channie,” you reason.

“Regardless, I meant what I said. I know we aren’t official, but I'm only loyal to you.”

He lays back down, and you say nothing.

You say nothing because this is a conversation you have often.

You say nothing because as much as you want to commit to Chan, you probably also aren’t ready.

You say nothing because the previous statement is probably a lie you tell yourself to make yourself feel better in this relationship you have with him.

You say nothing because you know there will be more instances of you finding text messages with other people in which he gives them more compliments/attention/time than he gives you.

You say nothing because you know he isn’t loyal to you at all, and you’d rather not start another fight tonight.

You say nothing because there is nothing here to fight for.

You say nothing as he falls asleep in your arms, and you see his phone light up with a text.

minho: hey can i get y/n's number

[thru-the-grapevine]

[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.

You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.

A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.

He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.

You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”

“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”

You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”

“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.

He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.

He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.

“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.

“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.

You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.

“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.

He had told you to do that…four hours ago.

You snort. “Love. Check the time.”

“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”

“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”

He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.

You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”

He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.

“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.

He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”

You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.

“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.

“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.

You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”

“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”

You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”

It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.

“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.

You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”

“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”

“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”

“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.

He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.

“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.

“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”

“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”

You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”

“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.

You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”

He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.

“I like you so much,” he murmurs.

An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.

“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”

“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”

“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.

“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.

You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”

“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.

[bloodorangesoup]

Kinktober '23 Day 3 - Dacryphilia (SKZ Bang Chan)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: crying (obv), handjob, oral (m. receiving), chan cums in readers mouth (gross 🙄), fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: this is not proofread so bear with me 😁 think I did this right? Let me know 😭 also would anyone be interested in a taglist for kinktober?

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Chan dragged his feet as he got into the elevator, huffing when he had to lift his arm to press the button for your floor. His eyes closed as his muscle memory led him down the hall to your room. Using his key to unlock the door, he stepped in and stood at the entrance, taking a moment to relax in the solitude and comfort of your apartment. 

“Channie, is that you?”

He smiled at the sound of your voice. After a moment without responding he heard your footsteps draw towards him. His eyes were still closed when he felt your hands lift the backpack off his shoulders and slip his beanie off. He sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair, combing through the flattened strands. A soft peck met his lips. He was too exhausted to kiss back, but you could see his appreciation in the sad smile that greeted you once you pulled back. 

Finally opening his eyes, he saw the concern on your face, your eyebrows lifted up. Your head quirked to the side. Chan thought you looked like some adorable confused puppy. Sliding your arms around his waist, you left a kiss to his shoulder, never breaking eye contact. 

“You okay, baby?” You asked sweetly, your voice soft in the quiet room. 

“Just tired s’all,” he whispered back. His eyes closed as he let his head rest on top of yours. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“Nah,” he said nonchalantly. But you knew him better than that, there was something on his mind. “Just wanna hold you right now.”

“Well, I can do that.” He could hear the smile in your voice. You shuffled your bodies to the couch, helping Chan remove his jacket on the way. He let his body fall onto the couch, keeping hold of you and pulling you down with him. Your head rested on his chest, feeling his heart steadily beat as he held you. Your right arm was against the couch, holding his back, while your left arm rubbed his chest. Your hand moved up to rub his shoulder.

“Ah, Channie, you feel so tense,” you pouted. 

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just sore from practice today, we started some new stunts today.” You looked up to see his grimace with that last part. 

“Don’t overwork yourself, then you won’t be able to dance at all,” you frowned. You slid your hand down his torso, slipping it under his sweatshirt. He sighed as he felt your cold hands cool the skin of his stomach. Your fingers glided over his abs. His heartbeat quickened under your ear. Rubbing circles on his chest, you could feel him start to breathe hearder under you. 

“Y/n,” Chan whispered.

“Yes, baby?” Your finger circled his nipple, sliding over it and pulling a moan from his mouth. He hissed when you did it again. “Shhh,” your hand slid back down his stomach, “you had a stressful day didn’t you, baby?” His eyes were shut tight as he slowly nodded his head. “Let me take care of you. Can I take care of you, Channie?” He nodded eagerly this time, feeling his cock begin to stiffen at your words. “Good boy, let me take care of you, okay?” Chan’s head was buzzing from the praise. It was a stressful day. The way you were all sweet on him and helping him relax began to swell up his chest. 

His train of thought was cut off when he felt your right hand slide from under him. Your hand cupped his jaw, thumb pulling on his chin to slightly open his mouth. The next thing he felt was your lips capturing his upper lip. You wasted no time slipping your tongue into his mouth. He gladly invited it, his own toying with yours as you sucked on his lip. Your hand continued to slide down until it reached his navel. With more pressure, you pushed your hand further, palming at his growing erection. He let out a deep groan. 

You broke the kiss, “Feel good, baby?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, kissing him again, he nodded against your mouth. His hands came up to your waist, pulling at the hem of your shirt. Separating from him, you let him pull your shirt over your head. He finally opened his eyes for what felt like the first time in hours and thanked the universe that you weren’t wearing a bra. He immediately slid his hands up to your boobs, squeezing and squishing them together. You pressed your palm harder over his cock and he moaned loudly as his head fell back against the armrest of the couch. 

“Let me take the stress away, baby. Just relax for me.” You began lifting his shirt off of him. He leaned forward and lifted his arms just enough to let you get it off of him. You pulled at the waistband of his sweats. He raised his hips as you dragged them off his body along with his boxers. His cock sprang free of its confines, his tip pink and leaking. Chan felt vulnerable, naked on the couch in front of you. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him nude, but he felt oddly open. You could clearly see the stress and tiredness in him, and you were comforting him so nicely, taking care of him in his exhausted state. He wasn’t scared or nervous to be this vulnerable with you, but it was new. He had never been so bare in your presence. 

You looked down as you grasped his dick, squeezing your hand from the base to the tip. You swiped your thumb over his tip, spreading his precum.

“Ohh, y/n,” he struggled to speak. You silenced him with a peck to his lips. 

“Shhhh, Channie.” You continued to pepper kisses around his face as you stroked him slowly.

Chan’s body felt like jelly, he could barely keep his arms up to continue playing with your chest. The tension had been building in his body since that morning when he started work, the physical and emotional toll of his job weighing down on him harder than most days. His muscles tensed and relaxed at your movements. His body carried tension yet his mind was light, all he could focus on was the feeling of your lips on his cheek, his forehead, his nose, and the warm feeling growing in his belly. You looked down at Chan, his eyes were glossed over and glassy, looking up at you in adoration. 

“You’re okay, baby. You can relax now, I got you,” you cooed. Your other hand rose to cup his cheek, your fingertips scratching at his hairline. Chan couldn’t help the way his chest tightened, he felt his breathing pick up and his bottom lip began to quiver. He felt his nose sting as his eyes watered. All he could do was look up at you with tears in his eyes. Your thumb swiped at his cheek as a tear slid down his cheek. You picked up your pace, squeezing him tighter than before. His breaths began to come out in sobs, the tears continuing to stream down his cheeks. 

“Y/n,” he cried. He was overwhelmed. His heart felt like it was bursting out of his chest and his body was on fire. His hips were lifting off the couch, meeting your wrist as he thrust into your hand. He couldn’t remember why he was crying anymore. Everything that had piled up on him throughout the day was forgotten as you held him so tenderly. Still, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Let it out, Channie. You look so pretty when you cry, you know that?” you spoke against his mouth. Chan whimpered as you kissed him again. He could feel the salt of his tears mix in with saliva as your tongues met once again. 

“Y/n, I’m so close,” his voice cracked in between sniffles. He was so desperate to come, his cock pulsating in your palm. But he needed to wait for your permission, he owed it to you after you had taken such good care of him. 

“I know, baby. You’re almost there, just a little longer, okay?” This felt like torture, but Chan was putty in your hands. He could only trust you as you continued unraveling him. He felt your face pull away from him as you sank down his body, your hand didn’t stop stroking. Chan groaned as your mouth neared his throbbing tip. Your tongue stuck out to lick the precum that had leaked out. He hissed at the feeling of your wet tongue touching his skin. His eyes shut tight again, trying to compose himself. Your hand slowed down but didn’t stop, Chan moaned at the change of pace.

“Look at me, Channie,” you called up to him. His eyes shot open as you began sucking on his tip. His eyes still glimmered, his eyelashes sticking together from the tears. You released his tip with a pop making Chan’s eyes roll back. “You can come, baby,” you kissed his tip. Chan almost exploded right there. “Watch as you come in my mouth, Channie. I love you so much.” You stroked him harder at the base of his cock, taking the tip and then some into your mouth. Your tongue slid against the underside as you gently sucked. 

Tears pricked his eyes again, the pleasure was too much. He felt your hand reach for his, You intertwined your fingers, your hand giving his a squeeze. The heat in his belly overflowed. He chanted your name in a moan as he released in your mouth. You kept sucking as ropes of him cum filled your mouth. Chan’s hand gripped yours like a vice, like you were his lifeline. You swallowed once he finished, rising to give him a taste of himself as you kissed him. 

The smoke cleared in Chan’s brain. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down to lay against him. He reached over, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and setting it over the both of you. 

“Did that make you feel any better?” You asked. Chan’s heart tightened at the sincerity in your voice. He buried his head in your shoulder, turning to leave a chaste kiss on your neck.

“Yes, baby. You always take such good care of me.” 

Your hand rubbed his arm, soothing his body after the intensity of the night. 

“I love you, Channie,” you kissed the side of his head. “I’m always gonna take care of you.”

“I love you more, y/n. I love you so much.” His body finally relaxed as he felt your breaths align. He was okay. Slowly, you two drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Than you for reading this far! Feel free to send requests 🫶

[cuntyqueer]

pairing: Christopher Bang x reader

genre: smut

warnings: needy Chris; hand job; blowjob; moans; teasing

i wrote this in 2019 so my smut has definitely improved, but i wanted to get it out the drafts

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You loved nights like these. Dinner had been finished. Dishes had been washed. You were on the couch watching Grey’s Anatomy reruns and Chris was home, for once, writing in the other room. It was intimate in such an unassuming way; such a quiet comfort. Just knowing that he was home was enough to keep you happy. That’s how you were for a few hours when you heard a sigh come from the other room followed by, “Y/N?”

“Yes baby? You need something?” You responded. Another sigh.

“Yeah.” Only slightly annoyed that you had to leave the comfort of your seat, you padded over to the room, a blanket still wrapped around your body. “What’s up?” you inquired as you appeared in the doorframe. But before he could even respond it was very clear what was “up.”

“So, you need my help?” you teased, dropping your blanket from your shoulders onto the floor.

“I mean you don’t have to… I just…” He was so flustered that it made you chuckle. “It’s just been awhile since we’ve…” His sentence trailed off as the tension grew in the room. You walked over to him, and could hear his breath catch in his throat; unaware of your next move. He sat in his desk chair facing you and as you approached him, he shifted, making himself more visible. Aware of the power you had over the situation, you decided to have some fun.

You stood in front of him, holding eye contact as he squirmed. Lowering yourself onto his lap, you gently rubbed your core against his hardening. He pulled you closer to him, making you feel all of him. You blushed but kept your composure, focusing on attaching your lips to his neck. Sweet pecks, mixed with deep and hard bruises released small whines from his lips. Continuing to pull you in and running his hands up and down your body, you could feel him wanting more, to take control, but you weren’t finished yet. You lowered yourself of off his lap and ran your nails under his shirt and onto his abs. You hinged your fingers on the band of his shorts and began to tug them off. A moan escaped his throat. You loved that sound. Taking him in your hands, you rubbed him gently, enough pressure to be felt but not enough for any type of release. You were making him crazy. “Y/N,” he whined. You ignored him, focusing on the task at hand. Your lips gently brushed the tip of him and he groaned. You were enjoying every minute of it. After a few seconds more of torture, you took him whole, making sure he reached the very back of your throat. You had genuinely forgot how large he was. Adjusting your position slightly to allow even the slightest bit of oxygen into your lungs, you began to suck him softly. “Babeee.” Faster. A moan. Loud and clear; by far your favorite sound. You continued to keep your pace though tears brimmed your eyes. “Ohhh babe I’m-, faster babe pleaseeee,” he pleaded. In the past you would have finished him off in one stride but tonight you decided to be mischievous, as you slowed down.

“Babeeee, why are you doing this to me?” His voice sounded so needy, so hungry. You couldn’t help yourself, you went at it again, this time faster than ever and within moments, husky moans filled the room as he released. You swallowed, satisfied with what you had done. You sat back onto your heels, but before you could even say a single word, he lifted you onto the bed.

He smirked, “My turn.”

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pt. 2 now on my page (and not to brag, but it’s goooooddddd)

[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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The night grows shorter and you’re still two hours away from the first stop.  The first hour is a slow incline, but then it begins to rise until you’re nearly lunging one foot in front of the other to cover more ground as your thighs work to push your weight uphill.  Being one of two humans, you already feel like a burden, and you don’t want your stamina to get in the way too.  You were active, but never a gym rat, and though you can keep up in short spurts with the others, this trek gives you no sympathy for your mortal feelings.     

Jisung is a lot fitter than you, well, the body he’s chosen for this lifetime is; but you can still hear his breathing every once in a while, as he huffs with the pull of his body.      

It’s not until your breathing becomes audible, however, that Chan’s focus is distracted from the forest that surrounds you.  His hand comes around the small of your back as you two slow down while the others keep up a few paces ahead.    

Chan doesn’t want the group separated too far, so he squats down to the ground, “Hop on.” he says, looking over his shoulder.    

You’re apprehensive, “I can go a little longer.”    

“It wasn’t a question, little witch.” He says, waiting expectantly, “Hop on.”    

There was no time to make a scene, so despite wanting to puff your chest out at the tone he was taking up with you, you understand his reasoning and seriousness in this moment.  You place your legs on both sides of his body, your arm coming around the front of his neck as he hoists you up onto his back as if you were as weightless as a down feather.  You have to shift yourself, your budding tummy is pressing a little uncomfortably against his back, but he gives you another helpful bounce that rights you again perfectly, and you lay your chin on his shoulder as you watch the others walking ahead.      

“Hyunjin, trade me.” Chan says, crossing paths with Hyunjin so he can cover the back.  Hyunjin slowly drifts to the back, and you watch as he looks up to the skies.    

Felix notices his brother’s slight discomfort, because he shares the same sentiment; so, he speaks up, “Dawn will be here soon, Santiago, do you have alternative plans for if we don’t make it by sunrise?”    

The tall archdemon leads you up to an area that’s more leveled out now, but you were so deeply entangled in the thicket of trees, and the skies are still so dark, that you can’t make out how far you’ve gone above sea level at this point.  He breathes a small chuckle, and the sound rings familiarity in your bones, making your nestle your nose and face into the crook of Chan’s neck to escape the memories that tumbled through your mind.  It was the kind of chuckle he gave you when he was entertained by your curiosity and sure of his own reassurance.  You knew you would make it to the first destination before sunrise.  

  Santiago supplies a confident reply, his smile can be heard in his words, “We will make it by Dawn.”    

You interject, hoping to lighten the mood; And maybe remind Felix you still exist, since he’s completely ignoring you and has been the whole night.  “When’s the last time you’ve been to Abysmora, Santiago?”  

   “Oh, this way? I think it was…40 or so years ago,” he says, “I usually go through Hell, it is much quicker, and safer.”    

“Then why didn’t we just go through Hell?”    

“Did you hear what you just said?” Jisung retorts, looking back at you in disbelief.      

A howl pierces through the air.  It's no regular howl, however, it has a supersonic high pitched tone to it that rattles against your eardrums, making you wince.  Santiago stops, his arms spread out to stop everyone from moving any further and Jisung steps up beside him, looking around.  “That was the wolf.”    

“It’s dead.” Santiago mutters under his breath.  He always expected the worst, but something powerful enough to destroy their spectral familiar so early on still came as a shock to him.  “About a mile east.”    

Chan lowers you to the ground, his sense peeled to every surrounding stimulus within his capable radius.  Sounds he had trained himself to ignore, like tree branches brushing against each other, the chirping of grasshoppers and the scurries of wildlife, he allows it all to flood him.    

“It’s a demon.” Hyunjin says assuredly, starting in the direction of the threat.  

  “Wait a second Hyunjin.” Chan grips his brother’s arm, taking a few steps forward as a foul smell fills his nose.  “It’s not a regular demon, it smells like rotting flesh.”    

“That’s a demon with no vessel.” Jisung's words tremble, revealing the weight of the dark truth. It was mere hours ago when he explained it to you in the cozy confines of the coffeeshop, and now, here you stand on the brink of a fateful encounter, potentially your first. Stray demons lurk amidst the towering mountains, lurking until an unsuspecting wanderer ventures too far, only to descend upon the town as a vessel, possessed by a malevolent soul that clawed its way inside. 

Suddenly, a screech rends the air, akin to the haunting cry of a pterodactyl. A whirlwind of inky black smoke engulfs you, obscuring your surroundings. Desperately, you shield your face with your arms, the acrid odor invading your nostrils, and the sensation of unseen claws scraping across your vulnerable flesh. Fearful of what lurks within, you hesitate to open your eyes, dreading the possibility of them being gouged out by the unseen terror that envelopes you. 

An involuntary, primal scream erupts from the depths of your being, resonating far louder than you could have ever anticipated. The violent onslaught of the wind tunnel relinquishes its hold on you, sending your body careening in every direction. Stumbling and disoriented, you collapse to the ground, coughing and spitting, desperate to expel the foul stench that had held you captive moments ago. 

“Little witch, are you okay? Is the baby alright?”  

Chan's voice trembles with concern, cutting through the chaos. Through the haze, you gradually regain your senses, acknowledging his presence. You wave a hand weakly, assuring him of your well-being, even though your voice remains trapped in your throat. He kneels beside you, offering a small vial filled with a clear, viscous liquid. With his heightened senses, he can still perceive the faint rhythm of a second heartbeat within you, providing him with some solace, however fleeting. 

“Jisung made this, drink up, hurry. We’ve gotta get out of these woods.” Chan urges, removing the cork from the vial. Gently, he pries your mouth open, pouring the concoction inside. The texture alone triggers your gag reflex, but there is no discernible taste or scent. It is then that you realize the overwhelming odor that once plagued you has vanished entirely. With Chan's support, you rise to your feet, while Jisung approaches, having regrouped with Santiago, an ally in this harrowing supernatural battle. Jisung pulls out your arms, turning them over and checking them over, looking for something deeper than the surface level scratches that were taking longer than usual to heal over.  

While he’s busy checking you out, your eyes flit up when you hear Felix’s voice, low and quiet as he asks his brother, “Is she okay?”  

Chan answers and they begin a hushed discussion.  

You feel a little relief at his expression of concern for you, even if it wasn’t towards you, and Jisung catches it too as he pulls out a bandage soaked with a colorless and odorless solution.  He wraps it around your right arm, from your elbow down to your wrist.  He looks up at you with a small half grin before he finishes.   

‘I told you’ the ancient witch mouths silently.    

Your wounds sting a little bit in the deeper cuts, but you can also feel a coolness spreading from your wrapped arm and throughout your body that begins to numb the pain.  

“We must not linger here any longer.” Santiago says urgently, “It was looking for a vessel and her body rejected it.  That demon was consumed by rage, it must’ve been wandering for a very long time.”  

You’re lifted onto Chan’s back once more, and you can feel his arms tightly locking your legs close to his body.  You can tell by this hold that he’s not planning on setting you down anymore until you arrive at the first stop. Another hour goes by as you scale higher into the range now, the difficulty increasing once again. The air feels thinner.  You’re more tired than usual, and you begin to fall asleep on Chan’s back, the rhythm of his pace lulling you.  It's quiet, nobody is talking, again, trying to keep as stealthy as possible.  Creatures like Chan could hear for miles.  

Felix is comforted by his ability to compartmentalize in these times, and depending on his vampire instinct brings him relief for once, because it's easy. It's easy to listen to your surroundings, it's easy to pick up on the scents of your enemies, it's easy to kill and react in the blink of an eye.  

It’s not easy, however, to look you in the face and tell you he hasn’t developed feelings for you.  He’s found it hard to lie to you, so instead, he clams up, so he doesn’t have to say anything at all.  

A familiar pain brings him back to the present moment as he pulls back the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking air through his clenched teeth and reflexively ejected fangs as smoke begins to lift from his arm, which he quickly covers.  He pulls the string of his hood to cover more of his face.  “The sun is too close for us, we have to stop.”  

Hyunjin feels the same heat building under the surface of his skin, causing him to flip his hood over his head and pull the scarf around his neck up and over his nose.  

“We’re a mile out, can you make it a few minutes more?” Santiago asks, continuing forward, picking up the pace of his footsteps.  

“Felix and Hyunjin, why don’t you two go ahead of us, yeah? Get inside and we’ll catch up.” Chan speaks up, taking control of the situation.  His voice stirs you awake, and you let out a small yawn, looking around and realizing it wasn’t a dream, you truly were in the middle of the mountains in the dead silence of early morning.   Hyunjin and Felix disappear into the distance in a blur, and you, Jisung, Chan and Santiago continue at a human pace.  

“I don’t know if it's been a while since you’ve been around vampires mate, but they explode into flames the moment the sun hits too much of their bodies.” Chan explains, knowing damn well Santiago understands how vampire physiology works, and wondering why he was so keen on pushing them to a limit they didn’t have to reach.  

“Please do not misunderstand, I do know it's crucial for them to find shelter, but I am thinking of the little witch, and losing two people, even for a few minutes, is a lot riskier than aged vampires tolerating a few minutes of dawn.” Santiago says, matter-of-factly.  

“Pretty sure an archdemon, hybrid and a Han can hold it down for a few.” Chan disagrees, replying curtly, and Jisung shoots you a glance, curling his lips between his teeth to hide his smile as he looks over to the side.  It was serious, but the two were clearly having a pissing contest about who’s in charge and calling the shots. You press your lips against the side of his neck and then give it a little nip with your teeth.  It’s enough to make him softly laugh as he turns his head to the side, addressing you atop his back.  

“What’re you up to back there?”  

“I’m hungry.” You lie, happy to have resolved the brief tension, and you take another playful nibble at his neck.  He hoists you up, making you giggle.  “Are we close?”  

“Just over there, in the clearing, you see?” Santiago points to the small house nestled amidst the dense forest of the Sundered Range. The house is an intriguing blend of natural elements and arcane craftsmanship. Its exterior walls are crafted from weathered timber, seamlessly blending with the surrounding trees. Vines crawl along the sides, intertwining with delicate flowers in vibrant hues, adding a touch of whimsy to the rustic facade.  

As you approach, the sound of a gently trickling stream reaches your ears. The house is strategically positioned near a babbling brook, its crystal-clear waters winding through the trees. The melody of the water creates a soothing backdrop that resonates with a sense of tranquility, in diametric opposition to the danger hiding in the darkness. 

A worn stone pathway leads to the entrance, flanked by meticulously manicured gardens filled with an array of mystical flora. Exotic plants with vibrant blooms reach towards the sky, their intoxicating scents permeating the air. It feels as if you've stumbled upon an enchanted oasis hidden within the rugged embrace of the mountains.  

Santiago gently twists the knob and opens the door, stepping aside for the rest of you to enter first before he closes it behind everyone.  The interior of the house is cozy and inviting, with a warm hearth crackling with vibrant flames. Soft, ambient lighting illuminates the space, casting a gentle glow that dances across the walls adorned with arcane symbols and ancient tapestries. The furniture is a harmonious blend of comfort and elegance, crafted from rich, dark wood with intricate carvings that hint at the owner's connection to the other world.  

“Santiago, I’ll just be a moment, I’m tending to your other friends.”   

A smoky female voice calls out from a back room.  

Natural light filters through large windows, offering glimpses of the surrounding forest and the starlit sky above transforming into daylight. The air carries the scent of ancient tomes and exotic spices, creating an atmosphere of mystery and knowledge.  

As you step inside, you feel an intangible energy, an echo of the powerful presence that lives within this humble abode. It is a haven, a sanctuary nestled in the heart of nature, where the boundary between the mundane and the mystical seems to blur.  

You hear the quick pitter patter of footsteps as a woman hurries in the room with the rest of you.  Standing tall and commanding, she exudes an undeniable elegance. Her skin, as deep and lustrous as obsidian, reflects the gentle caress of fading moonlight, accentuating her features.  

Her eyes, vibrant and captivating, shine with a piercing golden hue. Adorning her head, a crown of twisted, thorny horns curves gracefully, adding a touch of fierce beauty. Her face is a study in captivating contrasts, with a blend of sharp angles and gentle curves, expressing both strength and grace. A playful smile graces her lips, hinting at a wisdom and understanding beyond mortal comprehension.  

Long, flowing ebony hair cascades down her back, intertwined with delicate strands of shimmering silver and midnight blue, creating an ethereal harmony. Each step she takes seems to defy gravity, as if she glides effortlessly, leaving behind a subtle echo of her presence.  

Her attire, draped in a billowing cloak of shadow, seamlessly blends darkness and elegance. The fabric bears intricate patterns that shift and swirl like wisps of smoke, an homage to her connection with the arcane and supernatural. Every movement sends ripples through the garment, as if the very essence of darkness itself were in motion. “Are the others okay?” You ask curiously, pointing to the room she had come out from.  Lysandra looks over her shoulder and then back to you.   

“Goodness yes, I had the right ingredients to help, but they’ll need a lot of rest, and they were barely sun touched,” she tuts as she looks to Santiago, “You may need to stay here one more day.”   

He’s about to immediately disagree, but she holds up a finger and he goes silent as she speaks to you once again.  “You’re welcome to go check on your friends, they’re right through that door.” Lysandra points to the thick, wooden door that was partially ajar, and you nod, leaving the others to discuss the new plans as you slip through the door into the room.  

As you enter, you notice the flooring is made of weathered stone tiles, cool beneath your feet, worn smooth by the passage of time. The absence of windows adds to the room's secluded ambiance.  

A sturdy four-poster bed occupies the center of the room, its frame crafted from intricately carved dark oak, displaying motifs of intertwining vines and delicate feathers. The canopy overhead is draped with sheer fabrics in deep shades of violet and indigo, cascading down like a waterfall of twilight. The bedding is opulent, adorned with plush velvet cushions and thick, embroidered quilts that invite you to sink into their embrace.  Felix is lying in the middle of the bed, on his stomach, poring over more demonology literature, likely in the wake of the earlier attack.  

On a weathered wooden desk against one wall, an assortment of antique glass bottles and vials stand in precise order. Each container holds a carefully concocted elixir or potion, their vibrant hues contrasting against the rustic backdrop.  

The room exudes a sense of seclusion and protection, a sanctuary designed to shield its occupants from the outside world.   You look around, but don’t spot Hyunjin anywhere in the room.  

“I’m alone, little witch, come in.” Felix says, answering all of your inner thoughts without even lifting his attention from the book as he flips the page.  You push the door closed and walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at him over your shoulder.  

“What’re you studying now?”  

“Still trying to figure out how to suppress our vampirism enough to do any kind of spellwork.”  

“Any luck?”  

Felix closes the book and pushes himself up into a sitting position.  “Nothing useful yet.”   

A mix of apprehension and longing fills the air as you exchange glances, acutely aware of the delicate nature of your connection. The flickering light from a nearby candle casts dancing shadows upon your faces, beautifully reflecting the complexity of your emotions.  

“So…what happened earlier, I didn’t mean to come off like that, it was rude, and I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.” Felix apologizes first, and you can feel the tension leaving your shoulders and neck now that you’ve heard it from him.  He’s visibly nervous, looking away from you as he tries to figure out his words.  He runs fingers through his white hair before he speaks again, “I don’t regret anything, well, except for when I nicked you, I’m sorry about that too–”  

“Stop apologizing.” You warn.  

“Right, well,” You’re comforted by his smile as he chuckles at your gentle redirection, “I've been grappling with my emotions,” he confesses, his husky voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and vulnerability. “What happened between us back there...it was really–honestly amazing.  Seeing you so wild like that, I loved it. My brother once described you as his moonlight, and I see that now.  He trusts you in ways that blow my mind, especially as of late.  You’re helping him grow, which is something I thought after two thousand years, we couldn’t do much more of.” He sighs, “I’d be lying, though, if I didn’t say I feel something more for you sometimes myself.  How can I not? You’ve helped me grow in unimaginable ways too.” 

You nod, your expression a blend of understanding and regret. "I feel it too sometimes," you admit, your voice carrying the weight of longing and internal struggle. You think back to the moments between you two that had come close to something unethical pushing through the surface; the time he caught you when you almost slipped in the shower upon first meeting; the way your heart caught in your throat when you locked eyes at the supermarket, trying to get him to taste human food.  

“I think I’ve felt it for a while now.  When you killed me that night at Edith’s tomb, you were so gentle, like an angel of death guiding me into the afterlife.  That’s a moment I’ve never shared with anyone before.” 

Felix looks away again.  You were making this more difficult than it was supposed to be.  He remembers that moment all too clearly, how he wept as he listened to your pulse slow down to nothing.  How he wished it didn’t have to be like that, that you didn’t have to sacrifice yourself. 

But he remembers the screams Chan let out from the pits of his stomach at losing you, he remembers how many tears his brother shed over you.  His brow furrows as he cements his next point, "But we can't turn a blind eye to the reality we're faced with. Chan is my brother, and you're carrying his child.  I can’t cross him again like I did all those years ago."  

Your gaze drifts downward, sadness etching lines upon your face.  You also didn’t think it was supposed to be this difficult.  But you didn’t know what you wanted anyhow.  So what if Felix said let’s run away into the night together? You couldn’t do it, you loved Chan far too much to do that.  You know that much, and Felix loves his brother too much to hurt him like that, even if it means swallowing his feelings and keeping them buried for the rest of his eternity.   

"I know," you whisper, your voice laced with a bittersweet blend of complex emotion.  

Felix reaches out, his touch gentle yet infused with a hint of resignation. "Little witch, I love you, you know that, right?  That’s never going to change, it’s never faltered, and I don’t say that to any humans, I barely tell my brothers I love them." he says softly, his eyes reflecting the shared burden you both carry. "For the sake of our mission, for the sake of our family, we’ve just got to move forward."  

Your fingers instinctively brush against your growing abdomen, a tender reminder of the life you carry within. "I understand," you reply, your voice trembling with determination. “I thought our friendship was destroyed from this.  That’s what I was most afraid of, that you didn’t want me around anymore.” 

"Hey, don’t talk like that, I can be a dick sometimes, but you’re stuck with me, at least until you die, for real this time. " He murmurs with a small smile, the corners of his lips turning up, reaching his eyes, his voice heavy with unspoken desires.  It makes you feel like everything’s okay. Surely if you were moonlight, Felix was like sunshine. He pulls you into a hug, "For now, let’s focus on Abysmora. And perhaps, as time passes, we’ll uncover a path that leads to some real healing, for all of us."  

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“Are you lost?” 

Lysandra’s scent gives her away before her voice does, as Hyunjin stands against a bookshelf, his finger sliding along the dusty shelf as he reads every lettered spine.  He glances at her over his shoulder, painstakingly slow. He’s not afraid, he doesn’t particularly care that he’s been caught snooping.  She’s standing in the doorway of the room, her tucked away repository and working space, filled with all kinds of botanicals, even some Hyunjin hadn’t laid eyes on in years.  This creature was a demon, but she was also an extremely skilled conjurer, that…or she lived with one. 

“A little,” he answers as he turns to face her, “I was looking for the bathroom.” 

Lysandra crosses her arms over her chest, unimpressed by the vampire’s weak excuse.  “Do you think I’m stupid?” 

Vampires don’t use the bathroom. 

“I’ve already figured out you’re very much the opposite.” 

Lysandra’s arms slowly drop to her sides as she recognizes his appreciation for her intelligence.  She walks across the room, pulling a pot towards her with a large, black ball sitting upon soil.  She taps the top of it, and it unfolds in thick, slimy petals and emits a foul odor as she takes a pair of tongs and reaches into a nearby glass tank, where a small, wild snake is writhing angrily after being disturbed.  Hyunjin watches as she drops the snake into the middle of the plant, and it begins sizzling, the flesh melting off into the plant as the petals fold back up again into an inconspicuous ball once more, the smell enveloped inside of it. 

Hyunjin eyes her, his lids narrow with suspicion.  “Are you a demon hybrid?” 

“Why does that matter to you?” She asks, a hand on her hip.  “You were worse off than your brother when you got here, you need to be in your day-death, not poking around in my lab, touching things you don’t understand and questioning my bloodline.  Do you have no respect?”  

Lysandra doesn’t wait for a reply from the vampire, and with a swipe of her hand, as if batting away a mosquito, she sends his body flying through the door and crashing into the stone wall and curls her fingers to close and lock the door so he cannot come back.    Hyunjin groans as he rises back up from the ground, dusting himself off a little as he glares at the locked door.  He hates when conjure is used against him, he often fights with Jisung when he decides to play pranks on him.  He’s riled up, ready to go and grab her by the throat and show her who’s the more powerful being, when another door down the hall opens, and you appear, catching him off guard.  He straightens himself again, his smirk returning. 

“Back for seconds?” he teases, dodging your swing as he passes you into the bedroom and closes the door, joining his brother underneath the canopy.  He lies on his back and lets out a sigh, having caused enough trouble for the day.    “Why was the pretty witch in here?” he asks, this time, with genuine curiosity.    “We had to talk, you know humans need that kinda thing, to deal with their feelings.” Felix makes light of the conversation you two held earlier, hoping his dismissive tone would steer Hyunjin away from prying any deeper.  It must’ve worked, because the scarlet haired vampire is lost in his own thoughts again, Felix can tell by how distant his gaze becomes.  He knows his brother too well.   

“I think it’s so strange…how Santiago and pretty witch just fell into each other’s worlds again when she thought he was gone…it got me to thinking about things,” 

Felix closes his book and leans over, setting it on the bedside table as he settles into the bed on his back, lying next to his brother and gazing up into the reflection of the hearth on the canopy netting above.   

“Go on,”   

“We don’t really know what happened to our father, do we?” Hyunjin asks, his head falling to the side to study his brother’s face as he waits for an answer. 

“I mean,” Felix tries to think up a clever way to get Hyunjin to just forget about useless thoughts like that.  Thoughts that were no benefit to them, purposeless thinking, it was something Felix had grown vehemently against in his later years as a pureblood vampire; but he would be remiss to act as though the thought of his father’s existence didn’t cross him every now and again. He can tell by the things his brother brings up, that Hyunjin had spent a significant amount of time in purgatory inside of his own head, perhaps to escape the Hell that surrounded him. 

“He was a human, though, Hyunjin, other than mother being a witch, who’s to say he even knew about the other supes out there?” Felix tries to be rational. 

“You don’t have to know about them to get dragged into their world, kicking and screaming against your will…” Hyunjin says, his voice softening at the end.  He turns onto his stomach and wraps his long arms around the thick pillow, his chin resting on the soft fluffy top as his baby blue eyes trail along the intricate designs on the headboard.  He can feel his death coming on, he’s growing drowsy.   

“That’s a fair point.” Felix doesn’t have the energy to put up much of a fight anymore.  “I guess we won’t ever really know until he finds us one day.” 

Hyunjin’s brow wrinkles, his lids closing.  “I hope he doesn’t, for his sake.” 

It’s the last thing he says before his body goes limp.  He’s frozen, his body becoming denser in his death and his temperature becoming colder, a cold only another vampire can bear next to him, like his brother.  Felix is rather romantic about death and prefers to be in a proper lying position with his hands at his sides, as if being perfectly displayed in a casket during a funeral ceremony.  Before he knows it, his body goes still, and both brothers lie dead next to one another, their souls at rest until moonrise. 

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🌧The Bus Stop- Bang Chan

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Genre: Strangers to acquaintances, first sight (curiosity, not love),fluff Pairing: Bang Chan x Gender Neutral Reader Content Warnings: None imo, do let me know if there's any Word Count: 956 words Song Rec: Another Day- Stray Kids

Your butt was wet, and if it hadn’t been for the bus stop’s glass cover, you would’ve been drenched from head to toe.

The bus stop seemed to be more of a curse than a blessing. While it protected you from the rain, its waterproof seats kept piling on water while you made the mistake of sitting on it.

The roof had the raindrops falling onto your shoes while most of them continued sliding down the sides into the irregular patches of sward and while your eyes trailed along the falling raindrops you couldn’t help but compare the weather’s spontaneity to your repetitious life. Where monotony silenced whatever sparing plans you made.  

Within this unvarying life of yours was a man, standing in front of you, his black umbrella now put down on one side and his earphones dangling from a zip pocket. You’d notice him on evenings, when he’d board the bus before yours, dressed in a simple monochromatic outfit. A black hoodie with sweats and a big laptop bag which he tries to hide.

It wasn’t strange that you took an interest in the man, because he was the only other person waiting for the 16:00 o'clock bus route. It was an untimely hour with the lack of office goers or students. You’d rather work from home but you’d usually have to visit the studio to finalise designs and communicate with your colleagues. 

The rain didn’t want to stop and your bus hadn’t arrived. Even your solar-powered watch was mangled. The only thing that let you know that time wasn’t stopped were the crows on the tree, and the restlessness of the man beside you.

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t as nervous as him, judging by the way he played with his toes or rubbed the inside of his palm. It would be better if you were to start a conversation. It’s not like you could ignore him forever.

So you do, and in the dumbest way you possibly could.

“Nice weather isn’t it.” you blurt out without a thought.

That was not the kind of ice breaker you were going for. As if it wasn’t obvious, it wasn’t nice weather at all. It was disastrous.

An awkward silence is hung about in the air and as if to confirm your thoughts, the man simply looks at you, looks back at the rain, then towards the cloudy skies and gives you a small smile.

“It’s good weather for staying inside I suppose.”  

You were thankful he was being pleasant about it, and didn’t mark you as a complete fool.

You look back and forth between your damaged watch and his black phone, unsure of what to say next.

“Erm, what time is it? My watch is damaged because of the rain.” 

“It’s 6pm.” he replies.

It had been two hours since you were waiting here, and you could tell as your legs felt numb and your bottom, as mentioned previously, was soaking wet. You slowly take off your jacket and wrap it around your waist to cover whatever might show.

You weren’t sure how to continue the conversation, so you leaned back against the chair with your eyes closed. 

“Y/n is a pretty name.” the man says softly. You turn towards him, to find his eyes scanning your work badge. You murmur a small smile before your eyes feel heavy, despite your urge to stay awake.

He must've noticed this because he hands you his earphones, motioning for you to listen to it.

A slight crackle erupts before the song is playing, and you hear a humming similar to the voice of this man. His subdued humming against the rain made it easier for you to find sleep against the hard glass wall.

“Go ahead and sleep, I’ll wake you up when your bus arrives.” he offers generously.

And so he did, you weren't sure exactly when, as he nudged you out of your nap. You weren’t expecting to find yourself on his shoulder, drool covering the corner of your mouth. A light cough and a thanks was what you blurted out as you could see the faint outline of your bus. You looked back at him, wondering if he would take the same bus as you. 

“What about your bus? Is it delayed?”

“Ah it arrived twenty minutes back, but it’s ok because my place is an easy walk from here.” he answered.

You look back at his earphones in your hand, puzzled.

If his house accessible from here, then why did he wait for longer than two hours, why did he miss his bus route? So many questions were racing around in your mind.

“Why-” 

“Just because.” he says as he smiles, a smile that told you everything you needed to know while still being secretive, a smile that made you feel comforted in the uncomfortable rain.  He picks up his black umbrella as well as his laptop bag on which you saw a nametag that read.

“Christopher Bang”

And before you could get on the bus, you reach out to him “Mr Bang, your earphones” you offer garnering the most genuine smile you could. 

He mirrors your expression, where his dimples revealed his lopsided smile while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Keep them. Oh also call me Chris” he replies after you board the bus, and you couldn’t help but wave him goodbye from the window.

"Well see you tomorrow Chris," you whisper to yourself, fascinated by the way his name rolled off your tongue easily.

You weren’t too disappointed when he started fading out of your view once the bus started moving. Rather, excited by the possibility of seeing him again.

[pinkcherryblossomangel]

Away from myself

A follow up to AWAY FROM HOME

Bang Chan x reader

- it's eight months after the last chapter

- it's seven months since Y/N saw some nasty responses to rumours

- it's six months since she started spiralling

- five months since she stopped replying to his text

- four months since she stopped reading them

- three months since he stopped messaging

- two months since she stopped sleeping properly

- one day till she has to see him again.

STARING

Bang Chan

Han

Changbin

Y/N

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TRIGGER WARNINGS

Depression

NSFW

Negative body image

Anxiety

Self-hatred

General poor mental health

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His hand reaches up, grabbing mine out of his hair. Our finger interlock as he continues to explore.

My breath hitches at every change in direction.

The vibration of his giggles adding to the build up.

I glance down and see the smirk in his eyes.

The intense connection pushing me towards ~

I lurch awake. Panting, as sweat trickles down my back and forehead.

That didn't happen...

I wanted it more than anything, but that didn't happen.

I tear away my duvet and head to the bathroom. Walking down the dark hallway I know better than the back of my hand. It's been six months since I last spoke to Chris. And 3 months since he stopped trying to contact me.

Why do I always do this?

I always ruin everything good.

The cold water on my hands grounds me. The sensation reminding that this is what is real. The girl in the mirror is me. She is here. I am here.

"You okay sweetheart" my mums voice adds to the dawn birds song.

"Yeah just.."

"A bad dream?" She asks standing in the doorway. How do I answer this? Cause no. It wasn't a bad dream. It was an incredible one. One that reminded me of how utterly stupid I am.

"Yeah".

"Come here!" My mums embrace envelopes me in comfort. "Remember those bad dreams aren't really my love." I know that's the problem "and if they were I'd fight them off for you". She pinches my cheek like she did when I was a baby.

How can someone so full of love have made me?

"Now get back to sleep. Big day tomorrow!" Her excitement making me feel guilty for my lack.

"Do I have to go?!" I almost plead. She brushes my hair from my face.

"Y/N... my love yes. Yes you have to go! In two days time we will be in London. On a red carpet, at the premiere of your first every big film." The pride radiates off her. "My little girl" her eyes start to well, my follow in response. "Look at you living your dream! Being my little star!"

"I'm taller than you" I laugh between sobs.

"You'll always be my little girl." She switches in to PA mode, "Now go to bed, the train to London is at 9. And you have a call with your manager at 8."

"Love you mum"

"Love you too." She hugs me again "now move I need the toilet!"

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I beat my alarm by five minutes. My dad always said to set it 20 minutes before the scheduled arrival, so when you fall asleep, you don't miss your stop.

I guess he had some good advice after all.

My phones buzzes but it's not the alarm.

It's him.

It's Chris.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuckity.

Fuck.

I can't ignore him, tomorrow evening we'll be sat next to each other at the screening. Maybe I can ask Han to swap seats. Or is that too harsh? I just know that if his thigh touches mine...

Y/N, no. You can't do this. He deserves way better than you. Someone who could love him so much more than you can. You'll burden him. I love him too much to do that.

I'll check his message at the hotel. I pull my head phones and press shuffle.

Not now...

I haven't listen to them in months and now! The god damn universe hates me.

This will do. My eyes settle on the countryside flying past.

I need to be brave.

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I thank the receptionist as she hands me the PR plan for the next two weeks.

First the London premiere, then to the La premiere and lastly off to Seoul for the Asian premiere. The 3racha soundtrack is highly anticipated there, so much so they changed to an even bigger venue than la.

From what I heard it will be worth the wait. Chan would come over to my room every night after filming to show me what they'd come up with. Each snippet better than the last.

Each night ending in a passionate embrace.

No.

Stop it.

I close my eyes as if that will make the images erase from my mind.

Shit his text. I can't just ignore it. Why am I hyping myself up to read a text? What is wrong with me. Jesus.

I chuck my phone on the couch next to the TV. What am I gonna say.

I'm sorry Chris, I didn't message you for 6 months because I saw one tweet about us being friends and how I'm a fat piece of shit and I started to spiral and haven't been able to look at any thing to do with stray kids since then!

Or maybe

I'm sorry Chris that I somehow tricked you into liking me in anyway possible, we should just pretend nothing ever happened between us. Pretend that everytime something good happens, it isn't immediately ruined because I can't tell him. And then i wallow in my own stupid self-pity.

Christ... he really dodged a bullet

Flopping down on the bed, i open the manila envelope to see who I'm paired with for the interviews. I'm guessing it'll be with Jack, my on screen boyfriend. Haven't spoken to him since we stopped filming. So that's another awkward re-meeting tomorrow.

But it's not Jack's name there. Or jenna or tash. No it's non of my fellow actors. It's the boys of 3racha.

I immediately dial my manager.

"Hey Julie, I just got my PR plan. It says I'm doing the press bracket with 3racha? I thought I'd be doing it with Jack? Or another actor?"

"Oh yes! I forgot to say this morning! Since there's been such buzz around the soundtrack, Ryan thought it'd be a great idea to have them in the interviews. And he said you got along so well he'd thought you enjoy it!" Of course he did. "Is everything good? Do you want me to ask if they can change it?"

"No its okay, I was just a bit surprised is all" I can't kick up a fuss. I don't want any drama. "I'll see you tomorrow Julie!

" Remember, your interviews start at 9 am. I'll be there at 11. And then 7pm it's the red carpet and at 9pm it's the screening."

"I know," I say, trying to emphasise how many times I've been over the plan. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you"

"Thank you Y/N! Now have a nice dinner and treat your mum to something nice!"

"Don't worry I will". I hang up.

I need to text chan back.

I am not ready.

Someone knocks at the door. I open it and he's there.

Christopher is there in front of me.

I can't control myself. I burst into tears.

"I guess we're hotel neighbours again" he smiles sadly.

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[6:37 pm] you had always been a sickly kid, in and out of the hospital for long periods of time with lung and heart issues. your parents were never around, both having multiple jobs to keep up with your long rap sheet of hospital bills. being in and out of the hospital and absent parents brought upon you a lonely mind set in your teen years; you had gotten so used to being lonely that you didn’t bother making any connections with your peers. until college that is. freshman year you met han jisung who was insufferably extroverted and somehow along the way, he managed to get you to befriend not only him but the seven other boys in his friend group. though you hung out with these stray kids both together and individually, you most often saw them in someone’s dorm or apartment for study sessions. which is where you were now.

you stare at your laptop in jisung and minho’s shared apartment, sleep deprived and stuck on one paragraph of your english essay while your friends chat about their various projects. your heart had been giving you issues the past few weeks, though you did your best to ignore it since the cold you were suffering from probably had something to do with it. you sigh as you feel another awkward heart beat rack through your chest, running a hand through your hair. deciding a nice drink of water might help ease the muscle and give you a small break, you move to stand, but your legs give out on you when you do manage to hoist yourself up. bang chan is at your side suddenly, a hand gently placed on your bicep, “you alright?”

“y-yeah, i think my legs just fell asleep,” you mumble, ignoring the dizziness you hadn’t noticed before.

“you sure? you look really pale, yn,” chan comments gently, the room suddenly quiet. a large hand makes its way to your forehead where chan feels like he nearly burns his hand.

“dude, you feel like your on fire,” the australlian tells you, worry dripping from his lips, “i really think you should sit back down…” his words fall on deaf ears, however, and you decide to try one more time to stand.

you don’t remember what happened after that. you do, however, remember waking up in the hospital a couple of days later. you’re surrounded by your friends who are sleeping soundly, their little snores warming your weak heart.

[nonranghaes]

"how is the most amazing person in the world doing?"

chris looks up where he's stretched across your couch, scrolling through social media. you're leaning over the couch, gazing at him lovingly, and it takes everything within him to not sink down into his jacket to hide his reddening face. "you can just tell me how you're doing, you know," he says instead.

"hm?" you tilt your head, and then look around. "there's not a mirror in here... who are you talking to?"

he stares at you for a moment. "you're not gonna win this--"

"yes, i am," you giggle, leaning down to peck his lips. "so?"

he slowly begins to sink into his hoodie, pulling his cap down over his face. "... i'm pretty good."

you let out a satisfied hum. "good," you say, reaching down to flick the bill of his cap back up.

chris looks up again a moment later. "and how's my world doing?"

immediately, he sees you turn away out of embarrassment. "nooo..."

"yessss," he reaches out, catching you by the hand. he's evened the scores between the two of you, and that proud smile on his face always warms your heart. "well?"

"... i'm pretty good, too."

[wooahaes]

i’m right here waiting for us

pairing: non-idol!bang chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff + some suggestive content.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: implied suggestive content in several places of this fic. some wedding talk. reader is stated to have shitty past relationships, but left vague.

daisy’s notes: im writing this on saturday (5/20) and i missed movie date w chris im so sad-

At the end of the day, all you wanted was to curl up with your fiance and go to bed. Unfortunately for you, you and Chris just happened to be the kind of couple who talked for a while before one of you dozed off due to some need (typically yours) to fill the quiet air a little more. 

He’d taken you out to dinner as a way of celebrating your birthday with good food and drinks that were probably a little overpriced, and the two of you had made your way home, stumbling to the bedroom before going about your nightly routines. Chris was curled up close to you now, talking about his plans for tomorrow while tracing the lines of your palm.

His eyes met yours in the low light of your bedroom. “You know... I’m happy you’re happy.”

The sudden change of topic had caught you off guard, but you found yourself smiling so hard that your eyes crinkled. “Where’d that come from?”

“I mean it,” he sighed. You swore he always got sappier on nights like this, after dinner and drinks and more. “I was thinking... You said you never really had good birthdays growing up.”

“Yeah?” That was something you’d confessed to him pretty early on in your relationship. It wasn’t something that bothered you, not anymore, but the two of you had been talking and Chris always made you feel safe enough to bring up the harder things. “Today was... really great,” you nuzzled a little closer to him, intertwining your leg with his. “If that’s what you were worried about.”

He planted a gentle kiss against your forehead. “I... wasn’t, actually. I was worried about it earlier, but now...” His fingers graze your ring finger, engagement ring in place. “I think... I know you well enough. And if you weren’t happy, we would talk about it now....”

“And you’d ask how you could make things better,” you hummed, shutting your eyes. “You always make me feel so loved.”

“Good. Do you remember,” he shifted a little, one arm draped around you, “when I asked you out?”

“Mhm.” He’d been sappy about that, too. He walked you back to your apartment after a few dates, and he’d been genuine with you. Chris had confessed that he really, really liked you... and that he understood your worries. Even if the two of you didn’t work out romantically, he had promised that he’d always be there for you. You’d confessed that you had your struggles due to your exes, and all he could do was promise you was to listen and be patient.

You know. You’d found the strength to tease him that night: you told him he sounded like he was making wedding vows. His face had gone bright red over it, and he’d began to profusely apologize, only to stop when he heard you laugh. Maybe that should have been a sign to you that Chris was different. Chris Bang, you came to find out through years of dating, felt like home.

“I still mean it,” he wrapped an arm around you, gently pulling you closer so that you could rest your head on his chest. “I promise to always be here for you...” He traced shapes on your arm. “And to protect you... and to take care of you--”

“Are you making your wedding vows early?” You giggled, snuggling in so that you could hear the gentle beating of his heart. “You were pretty adamant about keeping them a secret... All these spoilers--”

He burst into quiet giggles. “Aren’t vows just another promise? Besides, I already promised you all of that before anyway,” he said. “I’ll promise it again when we get married... I’ll always be right here for you. No matter how much you struggle,” he reached down to lift your chin, pressing another lingering kiss against your lips. “I’ll be right here. I love you.”

Your breath hitched, and you ended up sitting up, burying your face in your hands to hide your embarrassed pout. “Christopher,” you dragged out his name in a whine. “Stop, you’re going to make me cry.”

“Aw, baby...” He sat up, too, wrapping his arms around you. “Can’t have the birthday girl crying on her own birthday...” He glanced over to the digital clock, “I mean, since you still have a little time left...”

You looked up. “I’ll be right here, too,” you said, before climbing into his lap so that you could fully face him. “In sickness and in health--”

“Now who’s making her vows?”

You giggled, leaning in for a kiss, only to pause. “Because you’re my home,” you said. “I love you.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you in for a deeper kiss. “You wanna...?”

With a giggle, you merely kissed him again, only for your laughter to grow louder as he began to pull away to pepper your neck and collarbones with kisses. Past experiences had left you feeling burned, but Chris’s love burned bright and warm like shelter in a winter storm.

Love was meant to be safe. And with Chris, it always would be.

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[kangnina]

MDNI

Husband!Chan who gently rocks your precious little baby to sleep in the nursery. You can hear him softly singing over the baby monitor. When the singing ends, he appears a few moments later, entering the bedroom to find you making a grocery list on your phone. Chan gently kisses your forehead and then your cheek. Nibbles on your neck. He pulls your phone from your hands and places it on the night stand. "Chan--" you say. But he's already removing his shirt. "We've got an hour, if we're lucky." He says, stripping down to nothing. You know he's right. You peel off your own clothes and retrieve the lube from the nightstand. Chan knows exactly what to do to fuck you up in a hurry. His hands gently massages your sensitive breast as he works your g spot with his thick cock. So lost in pleasure, a loud moan escapes your lips and you pull a pillow over your face. He chuckles at you and goes even faster. You bite the pillow to stifle your mewling. He rocks into you so hard, the wooden headboard hits the wall adjoining to the nursery. You both freeze, looking wide-eyed at each other and then the baby monitor. Silence. Chan let's out a relieved sigh as he slowly continues pulling the orgasm threatening it's way through you. Just as you reach the edge, Chan removes the pillow and kisses you, swallowing your moans as he fills you up with his cum.

The baby's soft cries start to increase over the monitor. Chan laughs, "We really are a loud bunch, aren't we?"

@moonlightndaydreams

[thru-the-grapevine]

[8:25 PM] “Too bad the game got rained out, huh?” Chris grinned as you both slogged, soaking wet, into the entryway of his townhouse. “It was just getting good, too.”

“Ugh” was all you had to say as you attempted to wring out the sopping material of your shirt.

“You can borrow something of mine, c’mon,” Chris said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and beckoning you to follow him up the stairs.

He could hear his roommates making a racket in their rooms, as usual, as he made his way to his room. So long as they didn’t come out to terrorize you, Chris was fine with the noise. It had taken such a long, careful process of coaxing you out of your shell, and the additional risk of confessing his feelings to you, before you both got to this point. He didn’t want Jisung or Changbin making it harder for you both.

“Do you have something warmer than just a t-shirt?” You asked as Chris closed his bedroom door behind him.

“Yeah, I’ve got sweaters and stuff in my closet, help yourself,” he offered, going over to his dresser to find a clean shirt.

Once he’d changed, his eye caught on the lyrics notebook on his desk. He picked it up, flopping back on his bed and examining the latest page. Where had he left off? He knew this one had been stumping him somewhere.

“Where should I put my wet stuff?” You asked.

“Oh, you can just lay it over my desk…chair…”

Chris set the notebook down slowly and sat up, staring.

You gave him a Look. “Don’t. Don’t you say a word.”

“No, no, like…it’s just,” Chris paused, taking in the sight of you in an oversized light blue sweater he’d completely forgotten he owned. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“Yes, well, they were the dry ones,” you said wryly, laying your shirt over the back of his desk chair as instructed.

“Hmm,” Chris said, still staring.

You turned back to him and folded your arms over your chest. “Are you going to be like this every time I wear something of yours? Or even something particularly colorful?”

Chris valiantly fought back a grin. “…No.”

You sighed, sitting next to him on the bed and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”

“Sorry,” Chris grinned, not sorry at all.

[andysorbit]

I saw a video of Chan manhandling the other members and now I'm thinking about free use Chan so... walk with me for a moment yall

minors DNI

Chan would buy you a consent bracelet: if you're wearing it, your body is not your own.

which wrist you wear it on depends on what you're open to

left wrist means you're open to gentle free use

gentle free use is chan gently taking you against the shower wall

pushing your legs apart and eating you out first thing in the morning with slow lazy flicks of his tongue and his teeth softly scraping your clit

or fucking you with his tongue while his nose (lord that man and his beautiful fkn nose) gently nudges at your clit

whispering praises against your ear while he's fucking you

"such a good girl... I love using you just as much as you like being used"

pins you down and manhandles you... but lovingly

"That's it... take my cock, baby"

loves exploring your mouth with his tongue

loves sucking and softly biting your nipples

lazily sucks your nipples while you're on top

likes feeling your hands on his biceps

likes watching you suck his fingers while he's fucking you

heavy into slow and deep strokes

kisses all over your face while he's throttling you missionary

will snowball with you after he cums in your mouth

obsessed with eye contact

will throttle you into the mattress

so vocal

will definitely get pussy drunk and overstimulate you while he's eating your cunt greedily

will also overstimulate himself while he's pounding you until he's whining and trembling just as much as you are

right wrist means he can do his absolute worst

oh you're doing something in the kitchen? he's coming up behind you, shoving you down on the counter, and fucking you

likes that he can use you to destress

using you means fucking your throat until you're a mess of tears, spit, and cum

"fucking gag on it, bitch"

it could mean forcing himself into you before you're fully ready to receive him

means holding his hand over your mouth and nose while he's fucking you stupid

"Oh it's too much? Shut up, it isn't. Don't be a fucking crybaby over something you asked for"

loves gripping you by your throat

moves you roughly into the position he wants you in

pinches your nipples too hard

mocks you

"Oh don't push me away... fucking take it. Take my cock... oh it hurts?... Good."

loves slapping your face and spanking your ass

loves spitting on your lips and in your mouth

gets off on your tears

"Cry, little girl... yeah cry for me. you know I love seeing you fucked out and stupid for me... bet you don't even know what you're crying for at this point"

cums on your face

aftercare king

you definitely have bruises on your wrists from him pinning you down

[cuntyqueer]

pairing: Christopher Bang x Reader

genre: smut

warnings: dom Chris; aggressive Chris; fingering; vibrator, titty sucking; hickies; bondage; sensory deprivation

pt. 2 of the previous Christopher Bang x Reader scene. thanks for reading and give me a follow if you like all things queer, kpop, marvel, smut, sexy shit and/or a mix of it all 🫶🏾 [18+ only]

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“Chrisssss!” Now it was your turn to squirm. He stood above you, as you now lay on your back. He had pulled his shorts back up and you found yourself annoyed at the distance between him and yourself. You squeezed your legs together, trying to lessen your exposure. You were still fully clothed, but the way his eyes roamed your body made you so self-aware. He broke eye contact as he walked away from you into the bathroom. Confused, you sat up onto your elbows, waiting for his return. It was only when you glanced his shadow in the doorway that you realized that it was about to be a very long night.

In his hands he held two pieces of silk fabric and a vibrator. “Chris,” you choked. You were beginning to become anxious with every second he stared at you from afar. He walked toward you and leaned down, his lips hovering inches from yours. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine. He bent over you, closer to your ear, and whispered, “I’m making you scream tonight.”

Before you could catch your breath, his lips were on yours, prowling, searching, exploring every crevice of your mouth. A low moan escaped you as he continued to kiss you with such an unexplainable power and force. You needed to touch him. You needed more. You moved your hands up to caress the skin right under his shirt, but was quickly stopped short. “Did I tell you that you could touch?” His voice was deep and course. “I-,” you tried to object.

“No touching. I’ll make sure of that.” With one swift motion, he had both of your hands pinned above your head. With his other hand, he searched the bed for one of the silk threads and tied them expertly around your wrists. You guys used to do stuff like this all the time, but it had been a while, maybe months, since you’d had the time or the effort to play around like this. But in that moment, it didn’t feel like a game. Your skin was on fire. It was like all the pent-up energy you had acquired since he had gone on tour, was exploding all at one time. You whimpered. You craved to feel him. He laughed. “So, so needy, my princess.” You whimpered again even though every sound made him more confident in his torture. “Baby, I need you,” you cried as you tried to buck your hips up into his.

“Aww you really want me, don’t you?” He pecked your lips and placed soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead. You bucked up into him again, frustrated with him ignoring your needs. He smirked, so turned on by your desire. He grabbed the other silk piece but stopped and whispered sincerely, “You can always tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable.” You only whined in response, eyes begging him to please you. “Okay babygirl,” he growled. He covered your eyes with the fabric, allowing you to bask in the loss of sight and ability to touch. Your body was his in that moment.

For a minute, you felt nothing, but you could hear the sound of his breathing somewhere near. Then he touched you. He first kissed your neck. Sweet, light kisses that very quickly became hard sucks against your skin. You winced in pain for a second but the pleasure took over. As he continued his trail of markings down your neck and then to your collarbone, you became more and more aroused. Wishing more than anything that you could run your hands through his hair and bite down into his skin. The loss of that touch made you moan out his name. You couldn’t see him, but you knew there was a smirk plastered on his face as he dragged the only piece of clothing you had on, other than your underwear, up and off your body, exposing your uncovered chest. He trailed his tongue down to your left before sucking on the sensitive skin. “Babyyyyy!!!” He was torturing you, drawing small circles around the area before crossing to the other side to do the same.

You could feel yourself becoming more and more tense as he continued to kiss the skin all across your chest and down your stomach. You needed more and he knew that. You soon felt his hands run themselves over your hips and down to where you were now, for sure, dripping wet. He stopped his movements, pressing his palm against your core. You began to shift, trying to find some sort of friction. “Y/N,” he chided, “Use your words.” He knew what you wanted. But you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. You continued to try and rub yourself up on his hand. “Babe,” he admonished. You gasped as he stuck one of his long fingers deep inside of you, “Use. Your. Words.”

“I-.” He curled his finger making you moan. “What was that, Y/N?” He added another finger to the first, stretching you as you clenched around him. “I-, I need you…” you moaned again as his fingers worked within you. You were almost sure that nothing could feel so amazing yet so painful at the same time. That thought lingered in your mind before you felt a cool material touch the skin above his fingers. The vibrator turned on and you immediately felt weak. Your senses went into overdrive as the stimulation was excruciatingly blissful. “CHRISSSS baby I can’t do this. PLEASE baby. Make me yours.” You felt so light headed as you exploded at your climax. He watched you, taking in your beauty, and licking you clean with his tongue when you were done.

You slowed your breathing as you tried to gather yourself after the experience. Chris quickly removed the knots from your wrists and the blindfold from your face and looked at you with the most caring eyes. Pulling you into a soft embrace he whispered, “Are you okay?” You could only smile. “I’m more than okay. I missed you. I missed this.”

“Ya, me too,” he responded. The silence hung comfortably between you for a few moments before his hand slid up your torso and he whispered in your ear, “Ready for round 2?”