#bang dream imagines

[deukeuniverse]

BANG DREAM MASTERLIST

🌼- Fluff 🥀 - Angst 🌻- AUs

Roselia 

REACTIONS:

SCENARIOS:

Minato Yukina

Hikawa Sayo Imai Lisa Udagawa Ako Shirokane Rinko

Raise A Suilen 

REACTIONS:

SCENARIOS:

LAYER

LOCK MASKING PAREO CHU²

Poppin’ Party

REACTIONS:

SCENARIOS: Toyama Kasumi Hanazono Tae Ushigome Rimi Yamabuki Saaya Ichigaya Arisa

Morfonica 

REACTIONS:

SCENARIOS: Kurata Mashiro Kirigaya Touko Hiromachi Nanami Futaba Tsukushi Yashio Rui

Afterglow 

REACTIONS:

SCENARIOS:

Mitake Ran Aoba Moca Uehara Himari Udagawa Tomoe Hazawa Tsugumi

Pastel*Palettes 

REACTIONS:

SCENARIOS: Maruyama Aya

Hikawa Hina

Shirasagi Chisato

Yamato Maya

Wakamiya Eve

Hello, Happy World

REACTIONS:

SCENARIOS: Tsurumaki Kokoro 

Seta Kaoru

Kitazawa Hagumi

Matsubara Kanon

Okusawa Misaki (Michelle)

[nonranghaes]

heads up: vent fic

“it’s okay.” chris’s voice is quiet now. you almost don’t hear it over your sniffles. “you can touch me. it’s okay.”

all at once, you break. you step forward and nearly collapse into his arms. yours are wrapped around him immediately and he falls with you to his knees, your legs giving out underneath you as you finally sob into his shoulder. there’s a part of you that’s snarling and wanting to claw out of your skin, to run away and hide, but you don’t. chris’s arms are not a cage, but a warm blanket of comfort to you. his embrace drawing you further into his chest isn’t to muzzle you, but to let you hide in his presence. he is sunlight on a chilly day, a cozy place to nap in the shade, and the guiding moon at night all wrapped into one.

“it’s okay,” he coos, stroking your back as you cry freely. you’re clutching fistfuls of his shirt, as if you’re clinging to him for dear life as you break in his arms. “i’ve got you. you aren’t alone anymore.” he presses the tenderest of kisses just above your ear. “you’re safe.”

and for once, you think you might actually be.

[pick-a-funny-name]

He had his eyes closed. Hand on your hips as he groans slightly. You were kissing him, and by him you mean every inch of him.

"So pretty, you're so pretty" you mumbled in the crook of his neck as you sucked on a spot. It drove him insane.

"You're killing me here" He whines softly. "Am I?" You grin. You don't get a response and you leave it at that.

"Let me take care of ya" You say as your hand travels under his tshirt. "Cmon, take it off"

He obliges. Your eyes travel all over his body, your hand mimicking the path followed by your eyes.

Your head dips and you start kissing him, every inch of his bare skin. "Sometimes I can't believe you're real"

He only smiles lazily to that. You cup his face to kiss his lips again.

"I love you" He sighs.

"I love you too"

Found random motivation after a million years to write something

Wrote this in like 10mins leave me alone😭

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

PART 1: 🚪 Whats wrong with a little privacy, huh? 🚪

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Slightly smutty fluff (?)

✎ Summary: Your boyfriend takes you out to a nice restaurant, but you end up eating something not on the menu.

✎ CW: Tbh kissing. I hope you like kissing.

✎ Word count: 2,118

✩ A/N: Spicy part 2 is live!✩

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“You look beautiful tonight, by the way,” Chan says, shooting you a quick smirk while he drives.

He always looks effortlessly sexy in the car: one hand on the steering wheel, one somewhere on your leg. Tonight, it’s high up on your thigh, squeezing and rubbing the bare skin just under the hem of your dress.

“Thanks, baby,” you reply. “You, too, of course.”

“Oh, stop,” he chides. “You’ll make me blush.”

But he does anyway. Even in the dark, you can see his cheeks take on a slightly pink hue. It’s so easy to make him flustered sometimes.

The way the moonlight hit his skin was enough to make you giddy, too. His umber eyes glancing back and forth between the road ahead and your thigh, the way his wide nose slopes down and curves just above his plump, pink lips, his silver hoops swinging back and forth in his earlobes when you hit a rough patch of pavement. He was like living art. And he was all yours.

“So….” he starts, trying to change the topic inside your brain to something less… him. “You excited for the seafood?”

“Mhhmmm,” you mumble, still entranced by the god next to you. He’s gonna have to try harder than that.

He catches your eyes for a second and giggles before squeezing your thigh.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he says sheepishly. “I can’t handle that look in your eyes.”

“What look?” you ask, fully aware of what look it is. But it’s always fun to hear him describe it.

“Like�� like you’re…” he says between glances. “Like you love me. A ridiculous amount.”

“Like you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life?” you add.

“Yes, that,” he says with a laugh. “It’s making me nervous. And… excited. I have to focus on driving and you’re over there looking at me like that — it’s so distracting.”

“Fine, fine,” you surrender and smirk. “I’ll save my lovey-dovey eyes for when you’re not operating a murder machine.”

“Thank you, my love,” he says appreciatively, reaching for your hand to bring it to his lips. “So, as I was saying… seafood. What do you think you’re gonna eat?”

“I’m not sure,” you say, shifting your glance to the road. “Clams definitely. Oysters maybe? Do you wanna share something?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’d love to share with you,” he says, squeezing your hand he still holds between the two of you.

The rest of the drive isn’t long, but keeping your eyes on the road is agony. Every brush of his thumb on the back of your hand fills you with raw emotion you need to channel back to him, but you fight to keep your eyes to yourself for the sake of his sanity — and your lives, apparently.

The car pulls into the parking lot, and he finds a spot easily. Once it’s in park, Chan removes his seatbelt, shoots you a wink, and says, “hold tight.” He exits his side, shuts the door, and hustles over to the passenger side where he opens the door for you with a slight bow.

“We’ve arrived, my lady,” he says and holds his hand out for you.

“Oh, thank you, good sir,” you reply, placing your hand in his to help you out of the car. “What a lovely gentleman you are.”

He shut the door, places his hand at his waist and holds out his elbow for you to take.

“Shall we?”

“Of course.”

You walk arm in arm toward the entrance, both smiling wide as you ascend the stairs.

“Good evening, sir and madam,” the host greets in a similar — but less sarcastic — tone of voice. “Do we have a reservation this evening?”

“Yes, should be under Christopher,” Chan answers.

“Ah, yes. Mr. Bahng. We have you in the private room this evening.”

“Oohhh, the private room, huh?” you whisper in his ear. “Ok, rich ass.”

He holds back a smile but squeezes your arm as the host extends his arm and gestures to follow him.

You weave through tables and up stairs and around hallway corners until the man opens a tall door and steps to the side so you can enter. Inside is a table for 4, but with only two seats. A small chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling, and the windowless walls are nearly bare, except for a themed photo or two.

“Will this do, sir and madam?” the host asks politely.

“Of course, this is perfect, thank you,” Chan replies. “Will a waiter come to us, or…”

“Yes, sir, they’ll come by and knock before entering.”

Oh, you sly piece of shit.

“Sounds perfect, thank you so much again,” Chan says.

The waiter nods and steps out of the room, closing the heavy door behind him.

“You fucking…” you tease, slapping Chan’s toned arms lightly. “Private room? The waiter has to knock? So pretentious.”

“Listen, I didn’t know it was this private, but yeah,” he defends himself, but his face softens again when he pulls you into his chest. “What’s wrong with a little privacy, huh?”

“You better be good,” you warn, looking at him sternly.

“I will, I promise,” he smirks, but then he holds you tighter and kisses your neck just below your jawline, so you’re almost certain his fingers must be crossed.

“Yeah, ok, sure,” you say sarcastically and lift his head to plant a quick kiss on his nose before heading to your respective sides of the table and sitting in the outlandish chairs — they’re almost like mini thrones.

“Well, these are… a lot,” Chan scoffs and turns his attention to you. “But they do suit you well, my queen.”

“And you, my king,” you say, barely holding in a giggle.

A knock at the door ends the role play — for now — and a waiter enters with two glasses and a bottle of wine.

“Good evening, can I get you two anything else to drink or eat?” he says politely as he pours your first glasses.

Chan skillfully orders a bottle of champagne, a tray of oysters, clams and other shellfish, and a pasta dish. The waiter takes note and leaves almost as quickly as he came.

“Wow, ok,” you say in amazement.

“What? Not happy with the selections?” he replies with a grin.

“No it’s fine, that was just… quick,” you marvel and pick up your glass, taking a sip of the Malbec.

“Yeah, hopefully the food comes quickly, too,” he says, then his expression turns much more serious, seductive even.

“Until then… wanna come sit in my lap?”

“Hm?” you ask. “You want me to sit in your lap… in a fancy restaurant?”

“Well, it is a private room…” he muses and grabs his glass, taking a sip and pushing his chair back from the table. Even confident Channie can’t help but blush when he gets excited, and you can’t resist those rosy cheeks.

“Well… will you? Please?” he repeats the question.

“… just because you asked nicely.”

You stand from your chair and slowly round the table to his seat, standing above him for a few seconds before lifting your dress enough to straddle his legs.

“Hi,” you chirp once your faces are only inches apart. “How are you?”

“Better now,” he says with a grin as he placed his glass back on the table and snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so your noses touch. “How are you, darling?”

“I’m ok, a little hungry,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his. “You smell amazing.”

“So do you,” he says softly, leaning forward to inhale your exhales. “So sweet… I want to taste you.”

His lips gently press against yours as his palm travels up your back and stops at the base of your neck. His fingers close around it just enough to keep you steady, to keep you close.

He opens his lips then, slipping his tongue out to run along your bottom lip. Your tongue meets his there before returning to its original position to let him explore.

Soft sighs and moans bounce back and forth between your mouths as the kiss deepens. Heads tilt to gain better access, and hands travel to necks, to hair, to cheeks… to hold, to stroke, to savor.

Both of your eyes are squeezed shut, too overwhelmed by your other senses to process anything else. And you don’t need to see to understand the map of his mouth. It’s a place you’ve been so many times before. A place that stays with you even when you’re away. A place that feels like home.

Your mouth tastes like wine, but as more of his saliva sits on your tongue, the flavors change. The acidity drops away almost entirely, letting notes of vanilla, dark chocolate and blackberries shine through.

“Mmm,” he hums, breaking the kiss for just a second. “This wine is delicious.”

“I was just thinking the same,” you say, amazed for the millionth time how in sync you are. “Want some more?”

He nods, and you turn to grab his glass from the table and hand it to him. But he holds his hand up,l and gestures for you to drink.

“No, you go ahead, baby,” he says. “But don’t swallow it.”

Your eyes narrow at him, but you do as he asks anyway, taking a sip and letting the liquid slosh around between your cheeks.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, come here.”

He places his palms on either side of your neck, pulling your mouths together once again. He presses his bottom lip firmly beneath yours and uses his tongue to separate your lips, letting wine spill from your mouth into his.

Your bodies stay eerily still as the stream falls between his lips, onto his tongue. If a waiter walked in right now, he may think he stumbled upon an ancient stone fountain, lovingly crafted by skilled and passionate hands.

The last drop falls, and his hold on your neck disappears. He closes his lips and lets the wine sit on his tongue for what seems like hours, though it was only a few seconds. Then he swallows.

“Hmmm,” he hums, his face scrunching up. “Vanilla… berries?”

A smile spreads across your face.

“I got that, too. Blackberries,” you say excitedly.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he confirms. “Blackberries.”

He looks up into your eyes and sends that same smile, that same expression of understanding and love, right back at you. And you’re so synchronized, you dive back in to taste his lips at the same time he does, roughly bumping foreheads and noses in the process.

“Ow! Fuck!” you exclaim, moving your hand to the bridge of your nose to assess the damage.

You clearly got the worst of the collision, though, because he just sits there smiling and giggling.

“Come here, dumbass,” he says softly, placing one big hand on the back of your neck to guide you safely back to his lips.

His lips are softer now. Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the swelling. But it’s like closing silky pillows between your lips again and again and again. There’s something so comforting, so safe, about being trapped there.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your mouth, too entranced to bother breaking the kiss for three small words.

And you’re too lightheaded to even form words, so you settle for a soft moan in reply and let your fingers find his hair.

You run the soft strands through your fingers and lure sweet sounds from his mouth, like you’re playing with a marionette. Pull this strand, he moans. Pull that strand, he sighs. Rub his scalp…

The hand on your neck travels down slowly, between your shoulder blades, and follows your spine down to your ass. He grips one cheek and squeezes just enough to make you groan. He knows how to pull your strings, too.

That hand travels forward now, around your hip to the top of your thigh. It sits there for a few seconds, enough time for its owner to slide his tongue behind your teeth, feeling every ridge as he goes.

He must’ve found some confidence there, because he takes that big hand and slides it over and down, between your legs.

You stifle a moan at the same time a knock sounds from the door. The knob twists before he has time to lift his hand out from under your panties, let alone get you off his lap and back to your seat. As the door swings open, Chan whispers in your ear.

“Looks like somebody’s getting a big tip…”

…continued in part 2...

[taetr4ck]

Not a request but WHICH SKZ/NCT MEMBER WOULD YOU FIGHT GO!

a/n : i just opened my tumblr after a good whole week and this is what i first read FUCK IT WE BALL ! doing all of them because i feel a bit silly today

contents under the cut

STRAY KIDS

BANG CHAN - no. this is self explanatory tbh. i would straight up ask him to marry me

LEE KNOW - i would. but in return he would tell me how much my parents wrecked my whole being so i'll end up tearing up in the corner

CHANGBIN - one slap from this man and i'm already out of this world. he can literally slap me and the next second i'm already in the fifth dimension. no words needed. i would not fight him.

HYUNJIN - i would and then fall in love in the process

HAN - how could i fight this man ? RUTHLESS.

FELIX - i don't have the heart to tbh. i'll cry before i even land my first hit

SEUNGMIN - big yes tbh. i feel like he's the perfect person to pick a fight with. our competitive ass won't give up so easily unless one of us isn't breathing anymore LMFAO

JEONGIN - this man would stab me before i even know it

NCT 127

TAEIL - one glare from this man and i'm already shivering. 50/50.

JOHNNY - i should be punished for forgetting to put him here. what was i thinking !!!! anyway !! i feel like he would be the one to initiate the fight LMFAO he would straight up come to me and just do a ‘let’s do a square’ ‘aight bet’ kind of interaction tbh he would be the funniest person to pick a fight with. i would fight him. he’d be my sparring buddy afterwards

TAEYONG - bro he's about to do his military service leave him alone 😭🙏🏻 poor bubu i would not fight him

MARK - i would. then we will start throwing rap verses (special mention to jopping) like we didn't almost stabbed each other earlier

JAEHYUN - one punch and my skull is already cracked in half. nope

YUTA - i would just straight up kiss him tbh i would not last for five seconds looking at him

DOYOUNG - he would verbal abuse me tbh that's enough to wreck me

HAECHAN - one michael jackson merch for him and he's wrecked so easily. i would fight him.

JUNGWOO - boy this man would bring a baseball bat even though we agreed to have a fist fight. cheater. i would fight him

NCT DREAM

RENJUN - his glare is enough to kill me. 50/50.

JENO - man idc this is jeno we are talking about !!!! he can punch me in the face and i would not bulge !!!!

CHENLE - man he is the worst person to fight. one word from him and i’m already having a mental breakdown. he would unwrap every inch of my traumas from childhood to present. i won't risk it 🫡

JAEMIN - no because we will have our silly little tea party while talking about cute and pretty things

JISUNG - the idea itself makes us both want to cry

WAYV

KUN - he's too good to pick a fight with. my conscience could never

TEN - big yes. put those slutty muscles to work boy !

HENDERY - we would have a fight in valorant and i'd lose. can't risk my reputation for that smh (kidding)

XIAOJUN - this man would straight up launch at me like a fuckin dog. i would fight him (affectionately)

WINWIN - no. i would ask him to be his gf. no explanation needed

YANGYANG - we would have a pillow fight and the next second he's already holding a brick. i said let's have a pillow fight not give me a fucking concussion 😭🙏🏻

should i add my taglist here omg

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

[taeminsung]

stray kids as love tropes.. ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳

pairing ||  stray kids x reader summary || in which each of the members is a love trope genre/s || fluff. comfort. angst. mina’s notes || everyone say thank you Lu for helping with these ideas. these are in the works and will be posted when they get completed. let me know if you want to be on the tag list! please enjoy ♡ 

♡ Chan.. || Love comes again..

♡ Minho.. || Enchanted..

♡ Changbin.. || Love beyond a door..

♡ Hyunjin.. || My muse..

♡ Han.. || Coming soon..

♡ Felix.. || Coming soon..

♡ Seungmin.. || Coming soon..

♡ Jeongin.. || Coming soon..

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ tag list || @orchid-mantis-petals; @i-dontevenknowman; @deadcrow-donteat; @turtledove824; @hhwangsmoon; @kidrauhlschik; @jazziwritesthings

[upside-garden-of-dreams]

Funny Coincidence? [Bang Chan x Reader]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none at all ~

Geneal information: Reader is hinted to be female, but overall I kept them pretty gender neutral. Excuse any typos and mistakes, English isn't my native language

*looks at camera* Arien, this is for you ~🩷 Heavily inspired in a situation that happened irl with my friend and her reason to get that husky family Enjoy your read~ 🐺🖤

Christopher could not keep his eyes away from the pastel colored box, silliness coloring his smile and bubbling in his chest.

Their little beady eyes stared up at him in the cutest way, tiny fuzzy faces adding to their adorableness. Not to mention the minuscule clothes and accessories that only worsened the cute aggression felt in that moment.

Sylvanian Families - Husky Family

He couldn't control the giggles caught in his throat, letting them out into the air while kicking his legs from the emotion.

A mom dressed in a tiny pastel pink dress

A dad doning the smallest set of blue shirt and pants

And three adorable baby huskies swaddles in different pastel colored blankies

Your boyfriend remembers the stars in your eyes and the gasp that left you when you locked your gaze on that particular set of miniature animals weeks back.

How could he? That child-like joy looked beautiful on you!

Chris remembers how you clinged to his arm and dragged him into the toy store, begging and listing off the reasons why you "absolutely needed" that set.

You yolted with excitement when the shopkeep announced it was their last box of that particular set, growing anxious at the prospect of getting your hands over the husky family.

"If I may ask and know, what is so special of this set that you "must" have it?"

Words failed you and slipped off your tongue without any sense as a stuttered excuse was conjured by your brain, "Childhood pet! Yep, and it's a limited edition, too!" You held the small box close to your chest while making your way to the register, "C-C'mon, there's no way I'll let this opportinuty go... It's the last set!"

A heavy blush covered your cheeks, even tinting the tips of your ears, after his curiosity reached you.

You might think those small, fuzzy animals are the cutest ever, but your flushed face right then and there was his opinion on cutest ever.

So, that day you went home with new figurines to display on your desk and with the sweetest, biggest smile on your lips.

Later on, BangChan did his research and found out the husky family wasn't really a limited set, or at least that's what Calico Critter forums said. Needless to say, that curiosity from earlier resurfaced.

What was the real reason you were desperate to get them?

It wasn't until today that it dawned on him.

You had made plans to spend some time together at your apartment, watch some movies, play some games, and enjoy your favorite snacks.

Once his eyes landed on your desk, he matched two and two together.

You had run out the room to refill your drink. This left him all alone in your personal paradise, filled with trinkets and decorations that showed your unique and colorful self.

From soft PomPomPurin plushies to anime figurines and posters on your walls, with photo frames of you with your friends, family and boyfriend scattered here and there.

Your very own WolfChan plush stood right beside the husky family, with a polaroid of your 2nd anniversary date and one of his photocards situated in between your collectibles.

The spark went off in his brain

Huskies do look a lot like wolves, after all

"Is that supposed to be...us?" Chris mused to himself, a smile growing on his lips.

Love exploded in his chest, emotions running a mile a minute, leaving his brain completely melted at just how utterly adorable you were.

His heart skipped a beat, "So, does that mean... [Name] wants a family? With me?!"

That's how we end up with Chan kicking his legs in excitement as giggles erupt from his lips, face burried in one of your plushies to muffle the sound and hide his goofy fanboy smile.

At the sound of your footsteps approaching, he quickly stood up, rearranged Purin properly on your bed, and took deep breaths to calm down, appear as if nothing had happened.

As soon as you stepped in, his arms were around you, bringing you close to him, "Hey~"

Careful, not wanting to spill your drink, you hugged him back, "Hey there~ Missed me much?"

Chris shrugged, "Eh, kinda," As much as he wanted to appear nonchalant, the roll of his chuckle betrayed him.

While you knew him to be a cheery, funny guy, something about his demeanor felt off.

"What's up? Saw a funny tiktok or something?" You inquired.

He shook his head, "No, no, I just-... Just wondering~"

You took this as your queue to separate slightly and look up at him, taking the opportunity to set your glass down on a stable surface.

"Oh? Can I know about what, luv?" You asked.

More giggles came to the surface as he looked at you, carressing the small of your back with his thumb from where his arms remained loosely on your waist.

Confused, but with his excitement being contagious, a smile formed on your lips as you waited for his answer.

Pink dusted his cheeks, love and eagerness shining in his eyes, "Should we get started making the husky babies?"

You tilted your head slightly, not fully understanding his suggestive tone.

"Wha-OH!" You exclaimed once you followed his gaze to your desk, or rather, to the box containing your Calico Critters.

"Oh my god, Christopher!" That adorable blush from the day you acquired the set returned to your face, hands going up to cover your cheeks.

Laughter filled the air as the leader of Stray Kids brought you back to his chest, showing his teasing ment no harm or pressure, it was simply a silly joke. A joke to demonstrate he understood now the reason why you wanted that specific family of dogs.

All you could do was groan as more laughter spilled from him.

"It's okay, babe! If anything, I think that's quite cute, and I agree with your vision," He reassured, hand going up to pat your head.

At the mention of cute, you peeked up at him slightly, indirectly inquiring an explanation.

Christ pointed at the box, "It's us! It totally is us!" His glee was akin to that of a small child, "Well, us in a future, 'cus we agreed that kids aren't in the picture just yet."

You snorted silently, hitting his chest without force in your hand, "You dork."

He feighend offence, "Me?! You're the one who thought of us with that set! You're the bigger dork here!"

You resorted to further burrying your face into his chest with a small giggle, embarrassment dissipating.

Well, the "secret" was out, but at last he reacted the best way possible!

Even if you couldn't see, Chan smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head. "Really, it's very adorable. You don't know what you did to my heart."

You remained like that for a while longer, enjoying the close proximity and warmth of his embrace.

Slowly, you turned towards your decorated desk and reached for the Sylvanians. You held it our for both of you to look at closely.

"It's us."

"It really is us."

You looked at Chan and he looked at you, both sharing a sweet smile as he brought your foreheads together.

"You're so silly," he said.

"And you love silly old me~," you said with triumph.

"Yeah, I do," overwhelming love was evident in his voice.

It was only natural for your lips to find each other after, longing to demostrate the mutual adoration that gives life to your relationship.

[ END ]

Hehehehe 😈🤭💖 I personally really enjoyed writing this piece, since I wrote it with a target in mind, one of my dearest friends in life! Hope it was to your liking~! Fee freeto like, reblog, and comment~

[skzpixie]

Library of dreams, warm and loving masterlist

pairing: Changbin x Original female character genre: Nonidol! au pov: 3rd person summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses that hated her.

Taglist Status: Open! (46 spots available left) Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969, @spiceyhamcat, @jutdwaekkigym

Story warnings:

Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Kai has a child (ages 2-7 through the story). Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Chapter 1 - themes of imposter syndrome. Kai has a bad relationship with her parents. Han being a douchebag. --- Chapter 2 - a wee bit of violence --- Chapter 3 - Time skip, Angst towards the end, suggestive teasing(in like, one line), Kai getting hurt(Signs of a concussion), Changbin being slightly violent(he pushes Kai away from him), graphic depictions of traumatic scarring, self image issues(Changbin), a bit of fear of abandonment/fear of being replaced(Changbin again. Man's going through it) --- Chapter 4 - Concussion symptoms(No treatment), Alcohol, Drunk Han and Felix, Changbin not knowing how to be a big boy and handle his emotions, emotionally constipated Changbin --- Chapter 5 - Fleeting mentions of Night Terrors, Blood, Graphic depictions of bodily harm and death, How Chanbin lost his leg, Both Kai and Changbin being emotionally immature, both Kai and Changbin need to touch grass, one suggestive scene(Kai is naked, Changbin needs to stop being curious), angsty

Chapter 6 - Physical violence, Sexual harassment, men are gross, depictions of alcohol, threats, parental issues, Kai degrading the boys consensually, use of the word "whore" as a love language Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

more incoming...

Extra: Memes⋆Playlist

[thesuetyouforgot]

Hello, I have something kinda.....weird to say the least, if you don't mind reading my thoughts that is?

Basically, a few months ago, I had a strange and surreal dream/nightmare kind of thing. It was about Monty Python. But it was a depressing and tragic alternative universe. A universe where John Cleese and Michael Palin both got assassinated/killed on the day of the "Friday Night, Saturday Morning" Life of Brian debate interview, where a religious extremist who really hated the film Life of Brian with a burning passion took out both John and Michael out of spite. Like, utter spite, ya'know?

It was....horrible to think about..yet it was an interesting experience to think about.

I'm okay now, I'm aware it was JUST only a bad recurring dream. But, it just shivers me to the core to think about what would've happened on that day in that alternative universe. What would the world look like? What the Pythons think about the sudden passing of John and Michael? Just what would've happened on that day......

Wow... That's sounds terrible actually & definitely like a dream I wouldn't want to dream myself...

It really is an extremely chilling thought and like you said, interesting in a horrible way. Don't even know what to say - the fear that must cause to the other Pythons, the sheer tragedy of taking someone's life for simply making a funny little movie, all the beautiful things we would have never gotten (like movies, books, documentaries...) etc. Glad it never happened in reality!

--Thank you for sharing your dream & thoughts with me, though!--

[barbieb0y]

fun fact: pareo supports piracy ❤️

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

so random but do you think chan was into or is still into bands like panic at the disco, fall out boy, my chemical romance etc?

This is such a random question and I honestly love it because he still is into those bands for sure!

I saw a Bubble screenshot one time of how he mentioned one of his fave songs is thnks fr the memories by fall out boy.

In a few Chan's Room episodes, he's also recommended songs by twenty one pilots, ed sheeran and Paramore.

He also listens to Hozier which is a big win in my books because have you listened to Hozier's lyrics? Romantic af.

'No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her'

(Work Song)

'When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet, in the low lamp light I was free'

'And the nights were as dark as my baby, half as beautiful too'

(As It Was)

Oh and of course, we can't forget his Chase Atlantic that's definitely on his late-night drives and rendezvous playlist.

[gyaruki]

Personally I think Reona Nyubara has a playlist of PasuPare love songs that she listens to while fantasising about kissing girls but that's just me. I'm talking full entire music videos in her head where she looks cute and sparkly and flirts with women. No I'm not projecting, this is definitely in the subtext.

[landwriter]

Hob just like love missing scenes?? do tell :)

He’s blond. That’s the first thing Hob notices, when the stranger - not his Stranger, just the lowercase sort, comes and sits down next to him. Thank Christ, he thinks, he couldn’t cope with some raven-haired beauty, not tonight. Maybe not for a few decades. Maybe he oughta move to, to bloody Finland or somewhere.

“Rough night?” asks the stranger. He sounds like a cowboy out of a Hollywood film.

Hob tries to smile and winces instead. “That obvious, am I?”

The man smiles. His teeth are white and perfect. He’s dressed in a cream suit and wearing coal-black sunglasses in the middle of the night, indoors. He’s the most American thing Hob has ever seen.

“Nah,” the lowercase stranger drawls. “I just wanted an excuse to come over. Drink to our troubles?”

Hob blinks. He’d started twelve hours ago with beer, which turned to wine, then whisky, then bitter disappointment and a cab ride here, and now more whisky, except it’s hideously expensive and he’s too deep in his cups to appreciate it. And he still knows he’s being hit on.

“Hob,” he says, and holds out his hand. The stranger takes it, and his grip is firm and cool. He momentarily forgets that he’s supposed to get a name in return. “What are you drinking tonight, mate?”

The stranger smiles again, long and slow this time, and lust slithers into Hob’s gut, settling comfortably atop the mess of misery below. “Well, whatever you’re buying.”

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all I've done for it so far! but really want to cover Corinthian's accidental use of Hob's "Life is so rich" line - here's my notes for the rest of this:

hob’s reaction, etc- his suspicion, smelling the death, wanting annihilation, knowing something is STRANGE about him. maybe even in earlier section - hob sensing he’s dangerous. poss the Corinthian offers a fake name. poss the name is like, randomly chosen, and a few minutes later hob notices it’s from a drink behind the bar, or on the cocktail menu, Usual Suspects style. immediately sobers up best he can. assessing situation, assuming he is a Dangerous Man, and thinking, perfect. a fuck and maybe a fight. then later, kissing, finding the dagger, and being honestly incredibly turned on, knowing he was right.

I think it could be a super fun and hot drabble and I really wanna jump into Hob's fresh-off-1989 mindset here because it's surely INSANE

[mayprilayunely]

pretend i posted n finished this on vday ANYWAY TOUKORUI !!!

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🎨 Actually, I’m feeling rather inspired, Hyunjin… 🎨

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Hyunjin x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Hyunjin can’t decide what to paint next, but Chan has some ideas.

✎ CW: Partner sharing, voyeurism, degradation, praise, oral sex, fingering, slight daddy kink, curse words, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it up 🫵🏻)

✎ Word count: 2,599

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The lazy afternoon in the dorm was going just as anyone expected. Han and Changbin were off doing whatever, leaving Hyunjin to sit at his easel creating his next masterpiece, while you and Chan sat on the couch watching tv, your limbs draped over his.

Chan was nonchalantly rubbing your legs, dragging his fingertips up and down from your ankles to your mid-thigh. His basketball shorts that you stole borrowed stopped right above your knees, but he used his long fingers to reach under the fabric just enough to be comforting without getting you too excited.

Hyunjin was making his cute sounds from the other room as he painted, but now the hmms and ahhhs have become uggghhhs and urggggs and then you hear a “FUCK IT.”

Next comes Hyunjin from the other room, frustrated and sulking. Chan’s hand stops mid stroke, just under the hem of the shorts.

“Flowers again, mate?” he asks.

“No, it’s her hand. I can’t get it right. I hate hands,” Hyunjin replies. He runs his paint-stained fingers through his long, blonde hair and holds them at the nape of his neck, broadening his chest as he stretches backwards. “I just need a break.”

“Come sit here,” Chan says, patting the empty spot on the couch to his right. “Let’s relax.”

Hyunjin makes his way to the couch and Chan picks up your legs to make room. Hyuniin plops down with a sigh and "thanks, hyung." Then Chan places your legs back down, heels resting on Hyunjin's thigh.

The younger boy’s eyes dart down and blood rushes to his cheeks. He awkwardly licks his pretty lips and tries his best to refocus on what’s on tv.

You and Chan both know Hyunjin has a little crush. It’s not hard to see how he stares as you walk by or readjusts himself when you get too close. Maybe this could be fun.

“How far did you get, Hyunnie?” you ask sweetly, referring to his painting but also maybe something else.

“Uh, about halfway I think. I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “I wanna keep working but I think I’m done with it for today. I’m just stuck.”

He furrows his brow and sighs again. You tap his thigh with your toes.

“It’s ok, just start something new!” you encourage.

He looks down at his leg again and his blush deepens. He reaches for the pillow resting up against the couch and plops it in his lap. Chan senses the shift, giggling softly as he resumes rubbing your legs.

Hyunjin lightly clears his throat and says, “I don’t know. I’m not really feeling… inspired, you know?”

Chan’s lips curl into a smirk — the kind where you know something is brewing in that dirty mind. He says, “Well… I have an idea that may actually entertain and inspire us all.” He shoots a quick wink your way and starts rubbing your legs more slowly, teasingly. You’re starting to get the gist.

“Hmmmm,” you playfully muse, reaching toward your boyfriend’s face to fiddle with the messy curls that rest on his forehead. “What are you thinking, Channie?”

You both look at Hyunjin, who is now pressing the pillow into his lap as he stares at your legs, watching his hyung’s fingertips go up and down, up and down.

“Well, y/n, I think we should play,” Chan says, reaching his hand farther up under your shorts, lightly toying with the lace on the edge your panties. “… and I was wondering if Hyunjin would like to join us. How does that sound?”

Hyunjin’s eyes meet Chan’s, then yours.

“What? R-really? I mean, what do you mean? No, I…” he stutters and trails off, trying his best to keep his eyes on his lap and not pay attention to what’s happening around your crotch.

“It’s ok, Jinnie, you can look. I don’t mind at all,” you say with a soft smile. “You can touch, too, if you’d like.”

You tap your toes on his thigh, under the pillow. He hesitantly looks, slowly dragging his gaze up your legs to your crotch, watching Chan’s fingers rub your inner thigh. Hyunjin glances up at you, lightly smiles back, and places his left hand on one of your ankles.

“There you go, mate,” Chan encourages before turning his attention back to you, staring lovingly into your eyes as his hand travels back to your crotch, thumbing your folds over your underwear. His other hand reaches toward your chest and cups the outside of your right breast while his thumb makes small circles over your nipple. Only your thin T-shirt rests between your chest and his warm touch.

“Mmmm…” you hum, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the arm of the couch. Chan increases pressure and speed from both thumbs, aiming to get you wet through your panties.

“Can you take over on legs?” Chan asks Hyunjin, gesturing with a nod to your now-hands-free shins.

Hyunjin slowly runs his chill, slender fingers from your ankles to knees and back down, eliciting another soft moan out of you.

“What do you want, baby?” Chan asks.

“Hmm, you. Your mouth,” you say, lifting your head and opening your eyes again to meet his. With a smirk, he leans down to put his pretty lips on you, sucking on your nipple through your shirt. He’s started pushing into you through the lace, and he can feel your panties getting damp.

“Mmm, so wet for me already,” Chan muses against your chest.

Hyunjin pauses stroking your legs and you see his eyes darken.

“Chan, can I…” Hyunjin asks.

“Fine by me,” Chan replies. “But you have to ask her.”

“Mhm, touch me, Hyunne,” you answer quickly, drowning in excitement and anticipation.

Chan removes his hand from your shorts to grip your breasts as he adjusts his torso so your lips can meet. You’re so anxious to see what Hyunjin will do that you don’t even mind the lack of contact between your legs.

Chan kisses you in his usual mind-blurring, romantic fashion, and you feel Hyunjin’s hand slide up your thigh, under your shorts and toward your pussy. He hesitates right before touching you, but you arch your hips up to meet him instead.

All his hesitation seems to melt away as soon as he feels how wet you are, and he immediately pushes all four fingers up against you with a sense of urgency — like he’s making up for lost time.

Suddenly, Hyunjin pulls his hand out, and gets up to kneel next to the couch for better access. He reaches under your waistband and panties to touch you again. He fumbles for a bit until finding a comfortable angle where he can press on your clit and stick two fingers inside.

You take a quick breath in around Chan’s full lips, startled by Hyunjin’s eagerness. Chan pulls back to observe what his friend is doing, and a lightbulb seems to flicker on in his mind.

“Hyunjin, you have another canvas right?” Chan asks.

“Uh, yeah? Why?” Hyunjin answers, blindsided.

“I have a sudden urge to paint,” Chan says, sitting up and lifting your legs so he can get off the couch.

You’re intrigued, and Hyunjin is just plain confused.

“But… we’re… uh… don’t you want to do this?” Hyunjin asks nervously.

“Actually, I’m feeling rather inspired, Hyunjin.”

With that, Chan leaves the room and heads toward Hyunne’s creative space. You hear some fumbling, cursing and clanging, but then Chan is heading back to the living room carrying Hyunjin’s easel and some brushes.

“What do you think you’re doing, baby?” you ask playfully.

Chan simply raises a finger indicating you should continue to wait, and heads back to grab more supplies. He returns with a blank canvas, some markers and some small containers of paint, balancing them expertly in his toned arms.

He places everything down and begins setting up at an angle where he can clearly see the couch. He pulls up a chair and grabs a marker, ready to make a rough sketch of his next masterpiece.

“OK, you two. Give me something good,” he says, removing the marker’s lid with his teeth, holding it in his mouth.

Hyunjin smirks and turns back to you. “You good?” he asks.

“Yeah, sure,” you reply. “Let’s inspire him.”

Hyunjin lowers his body back on to the couch on top of you, placing his knee between your thighs. Your hands instinctively reach for his hair, pulling him close. His soft lips crash into yours eagerly, though it takes a few seconds to get a comfortable rhythm without bumping noses.

His tongue dips in to explore your mouth like he’s trying to find a secret door in some old mansion. He runs it along your teeth, the roof of your mouth, under your tongue. He doesn’t want to miss out on a single part of you.

You reach down between you to put a hand on Hyunne’s cock over his sweats. He moans at the sudden but anticipated touch, pressing his hips down into your palm. But then he pulls back.

“No, wait,” he says. “I need to make you cum for me.”

He reaches down to grab your hand and lift it back above your head, pressing it into the couch. He does the same with your other hand before burying his face in your neck, licking and sucking and biting in a way that you’re sure will leave marks.

The sound of a zipper coming undone snaps you back to reality, and you look over to see Chan still has a marker in hand, but he’s also pulled out his cock. He strokes it slowly as he watches Hyunjin make his girl squirm.

Hyunjin pulls down the collar of your shirt with his teeth, exposing your taut nipples to the chill in the air. He goes back and forth between the two, teasing you with his tongue as he drags it slowly across your chest, leaving a trail of warm saliva.

“Use your teeth too,” Chan coaches as he draws and plays with himself. “She loves that.”

Hyunjin does as he’s told, biting down lightly at first, then harder. Chan’s right, you do love this. And Hyunne’s doing such a good job. Like he read your mind, Chan pipes up again.

“Good boy,” Chan says. “I love watching you pleasure my little slut.”

Hyunjin’s cock stiffens further at the praise, and your cunt tightens at the nickname. You love being his little slut, too.

Hyunjin reaches down to lower your shorts and you help, lifting your hips so he can easily slide both them and your panties down your legs. After a few more hard bites on your tits, he runs his tongue down to your pussy, excitedly lapping up the juices he and his hyung coaxed out of you so far.

“That’s it, taste her,” Chan says and strokes himself faster.

And Hyunjin does. He digs into you with his lips and his tongue, even biting softly. His fingers are next, thumbing your clit and reaching in to feel every part of your soaking wet cunt, just as he did with your mouth. It’s so good. So, so good.

“Make her cum. Tell that pretty whore she needs to cum for you.”

“Cum for me, please,” Hyunjin breathes into you.

You’re close, so close. Hyunne is stroking you from inside and trying to suck the life out of you through your clit and you feel it coming soon. So soon. Now. You’re gonna…

“STOP.”

Hyunjin startles and halts his movements. You both look to Chan, confused and unfulfilled.

“Not yet. She doesn’t deserve it yet,” Chan says.

Hyunne pulls his fingers out of you, and you whine as your pussy is left to the cold air when there are six perfectly capable hands in the room.

“Don’t be too sad, Princess,” Chan teases. “You don’t want to miss out on his big cock, do you? It would be such a shame if he couldn’t stretch you out, make you scream.”

Your hips involuntarily thrust upward at the thought.

“Please, Jinnie, fuck me,” you plead.

Hyunjin wastes no time pulling his dick out and rubbing its head on your clit.

“Beg for it,” Hyunjin answers.

Both you and Chan are happily surprised by his confidence. Chan chuckles behind the easel and a mischievous smile spreads across your lips.

“Please, god please. I need you, Hyunjin,” you beg. “I need your thick cock. I’ll do anything…”

“Anything?” Chan cuts you off. “Hear that, Hyunjin? She’s so desperate for you she’d do anything.”

“What are you thinking, Chan?” Hyunjin asks playfully.

“Hmmm, I’m thinking we stuff her,” he replies. “You ravage her her tight cunt while I fuck her beautiful mouth.”

“Deal,” Hyunjin says.

He quickly pushes inside you, moving in and out at a good pace. Chan cockily stands up and walks toward you, his stiff cock upright and leaking pre-cum. You turn your head toward him and open your mouth, ready to taste him.

“Good girl,” Chan says, stroking your hair. “You’re taking his cock so well. And you look so beautiful while he fucks you.”

He leans down to kiss your forehead before angling his hips toward your face and gently pushing himself into your mouth. You close your lips around him and press your tongue firmly up to his shaft, preparing to let him take the lead like he loves to do.

Chan places a hand on your head to keep you steady and begins thrusting in and out. He tries to adapt to Hyunjin’s pace to meet you as your body shifts up and down with Hyunjin’s strong pumps into your tight pussy.

The sound of moaning fills the room as both men thrust in and out, in and out. Chan holds and rubs your scalp while Hyunjin uses the hand not steadying your hips to play with your nipples again. It’s not long before you feel yourself finally reaching the climax you were so rudely denied before.

You lift a hand to Chan’s thigh and meet his eyes, and he knows you’re almost there.

“Should we let her cum this time, Hyunjin?” Chan asks. “She’s been such a good slut.”

“I think so,” Hyunjin replies. “She deserves it now, taking both of us so well.”

“Hmmm I guess you’re right. You can cum, sweetheart,” Chan says sweetly, and you’re finishing on Hyunjin’s dick almost at his words alone.

“I’m gonna… ughhhg… too…” Hyunjin says, barely holding on until he senses you’re done to pull out and finish on your stomach.

“Good boy,” Chan praises then looks back to you. “Do you want Daddy’s cum too, y/n?”

You give him the yes eyes and then he’s cumming too, coating your throat in him. You love the way he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes closed, and watching from this angle is truly something beautiful.

He pulls out of your mouth and plants a soft kiss on your lips before reaching for tissues to tidy everyone up. As Hyunjin is cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach, he suddenly remembers the painting.

“Oh, Chan, what did you actually paint?” he asks.

“OH!” Chan exclaims.

He does that cute little skip over to the easel, picking up the canvas and turning it to face you. It’s literally just… lines. Scribbles.

“You did… nothing,” Hyunjin says, almost with disappointment. “On a perfectly good canvas.”

You, on the other hand can’t stop laughing. Chan is giggling, too.

“I’ll buy you another, man, it’ll be OK.”

[mysteriawrites]

OC MATCH UP THEME:

ANIME IDOLS!!!

To clarify i dnt mean kpop or jpop idols ik nothing about those. I mean like aikatsu or pripara idols.

Just send me the typical matchup info:

Looks, personality, hobbies, etc but i also want some more personal info like favorite color, animal, your aesthetic, you fashion style, and also one random obscure fact about yourself.

With this information i will create an anime idol version of you (well a description because i cant draw to save my life).

Have fun!