#bang dream x reader

[enamation]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . . ❢

character(s) ♡ rui yashio

type ♡ headcannons

warning(s) ♡ not really a warning , but rui hurts readers feelings at one point , so EXTREMELY slight angst ! definitely possibly ooc ? its been SO LONG since ive played bandori . . please lmk if you want it rewritten ♡

a/n ♡AHHH ! ! finally ! a bandori requester ! hello ! ! lets see what i remember about morfonica + rui's personality . .♡ ♡ i dont really like how this turned out , but i gave it my best shot , try to imagine some parts . .

requester ♡ @asherenjoysart

yashio rui . . . 八潮瑠唯

Rui , who not only has multiple student council activities , but also doesnt understand the concept of ' hanging out ' , really did shock everyone when she confirmed she was in a relationship .

you were so bubbly and physically touchy . . it was such a complete contrast of two people .

people would always see you holding onto her arm or staying so awfully close to her .

but you did notice Rui didnt reciprocate in public . .

it did upset you sometimes , since you always wanted to be with her and cling onto her , but Rui is strictly against pda .

as much as shes learned to love you and get used to demanding to always be with her , it irks her occasionally .

to be seperated because of class / stuco for some time and your mood immediately shifting negatively because of not being able to be by her side . .

. . she just had to tell you straight - up .

" [Name], listen to me. We are both people with lives and respomsibilities, and we must fulfill those responsibilities when that time comes. If you cannot handle being away from me for even just a few minutes, we have alot to talk about. "

she watched your heart shatter , but she knew it had to be done , and you backed off on her slightly , ignoring the itch to cling onto her .

but as ive said , shes learned to love you .

so not only does she apologize , she allows for you to cling onto her like a koala once you are away from the public eyes .

but once school is back on , you need to back off .

so , in conclusion ✰ it did take some time not only for Rui to realize she did indeed love you and the polar opposites you are . sometimes it clashes , but you both always make it work . . . ❢

[sea-of-dust]

I've made an event! Run away while ya still can!!/j

Closed!

Quick n: I apologize for my absence, I'd admit I've lost quite the will to write after midterms, I think I'll be able to write a bit but I will be quite slow. im already late for my annual double post and dip.

Whats this about?

I will be accepting 5 requests in relation to valintines day promts! As for what the promts are? Go wild! I totally have ideas. Please make sure these ideas follow my rules however! Send these in via ask!

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Jing yuan-soul mates can hear you sing

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Lyney-found out about you making choclate for him

Yukari giving you chocolates

Skye-meeting up for valintines

Final notes:

Thank you if you even scrolled aggressively. I appreciate even being a pixel on your screens, don't mean that in a sappy way. Also I have tags now!! They can be found in the same post as the "where to find me" post. If you'd like to be in my tag list please dm or comment on one of my posts. Fr ready to wake up and its either blasting or empty (bets on dust clouds)

[maybenotmei]

Yo yo! How ya doing! Can I ask for Ras going on their ideal date? If you aren't to busy.

a... date? ♪

a/n: hey hey hey anon! even after almost two years i'm still pretty insane about ras ♪ i'm doing pretty well today ! hopefully that doesn't change, thank you for the request ! i... kind of just wrote down their ideal date, but also included how they feel about it ! sorry if anyone or anything's ooc...

she loves singing, so what better place than to sing together at a karaoke bar? even if you're not all that good at singing, sharing what she loves to you sounds wonderful for rei. other than going out, rei's ideal date might be just at home, relaxing with each other by the couch, a cup of warm milk in her hand and you in her embrace (or, her in your embrace, depending on which one you prefer.) doing little things together like cooking a meal or even just talking to each other at the dining table is just as, if not nicer than going out for a walk together around town. getting to spend time with you and indulge in the little things is enough, if not perfect already for her.

something exciting might be what you think masuki would want, but in reality, she's fine with just... hanging out in cute cafes and driving around town with her bike. her ideal date may include going to an arcade and trying your absolute hardest on the claw machine (despite absolutely failing, unless if you do manage to get a plush, she'll treasure it until the end of time), getting some ramen together and talking all day long about the things you like, and driving around town, feeling the wind on her body as you hold onto her waist tightly. i'd think she likes hugs, so this feels even nicer knowing she's getting a hug from her favorite person ever. she likes cute things, and spending time together, so there's nothing better in the world for her than to be with you. it's a 2-in-1 deal! you're cute, and she gets to be with you.

pastel*palettes concert. what more do i have to say about pareo? sharing her true interests with someone she loves so dearly and enjoying it together is truly an ideal date...! both of you passionately cheering, indulging in each other through your love for idols, it really is a dream come true! though, another one of her ideal dates is cute cafes, talking and giggling over the idols and clothes and all the cute things that you two love. being able to share and enjoy what she loves with someone without being shunned or judged is all pareo wants, and to be able to do such a thing with the person she cherishes and loves is all she could ever ask for.

something too grand would (or might?) overwhelm rokka a lot, so don't go too fancy... her ideal date may just be spending time with her, like walking around the mall and pointing to cute clothes or looking at things you or she likes (or both). that includes walking around music stores and eyeing instruments you both can only dream to have (or play). if the shop permits, rokka might even try a guitar out for you, but, in all honesty, she looks stunning no matter which guitar she chooses to pick up. going to arcades, seeing the view from above the mall, and walking each other home... every little part of the date is something she treasures greatly, because she's with the person she loves the most. ...maybe a popipa concert where both of you are cheering and screaming your hearts out is another one of her ideal dates...

she can make any date a reality if she so desired, but i think even just spending time with her is ideal for her. chiyu was lonely before RAS was formed, so even just talking and appreciating her makes her feel... loved and seen. her ideal date may not be anything specific, but i'd guess it'd be going out and trying new things together, like cafe-hopping or checking out what's new in town. she'll get tired easily, due to her solitary lifestyle, but it's so worth it to spend some time with the person who she loves. (she's not admitting that, though!)

[parissa-faith]

Ramen Comfort

Get comfort from Sayo Hikawa after Exams. NB Reader

Sayo Hikawa, the perfect guitarist of the Gothic band Rosalia. A person who is known to be extremely cold and focused on her goals only but all that stuff is completely lies! As her best friend since middle school, all you can say is that all of those rumors are false. Sayo is the kindest, reliable and most comfortable person to be around with. What’s wrong with being goal oriented? Respectful? Just because she isn’t a super nice person to everyone like her twin sister. All you can do is frown and look down upon such people who spread such lies, but if it ever happens to get out of hand you will immediately protect and defend your friend’s honor.

Broken out of your own train of thought when the doorbell rang. You rush down the stairs with excitement coursing down your veins knowing who is there at the door. “Hello Reader! I am here " “Yeah! Hi Sayo, come on in!” You both greeted each other with smiles on your faces. “Wow it feels so good with exams finally over right?” “Yeah it truly does, do you think you did well?” She looks at you. “Yea I think I did well” You replied.

She nods with a small smile “Ah that’s right we should prepare the ramen now” How could you have forgotten you were the one who called Sayo to eat lunch at your home. “Right! I almost forgot, let's start!” You say with a cheerful smile as you grab Sanyo’s hand and drag her to the kitchen. Unbeknownst to you a small smile and adoring blue eyes watched you as did that.

“Okay I will fill the water now” Sayo said calmly as you dropped in the ramen noodles in the bowl. The sound of water filling and you opening the seasoning packets one by one filled the kitchen. “Reader” “Yeah?” “If you want to talk to anyone about anything you can always talk to me” You looked at Sayo, her eyes focused on the water but they made you feel some kind of way but why? Was it because of what she just said? “Reader?” Ah Sayo caught you staring at her. “Yeah I will but I’m okay now!” You said with a cheerful smile. As you were opening packet a pair of blue eyes was glancing at you.

“Now let’s put the seasoning in!”  You said smiling with Sayo as you both put the seasonings in. “Okay now we’re done with the prep! I’ll throw the empty packets” Sayo nodded in reply “I’ll turn the stove on” tick tick tick was the sound of the stove turning on as you threw away the empty packets. “I stir it for now” you nodded with a small smile at Sayo. But almost none of the smiles you showed everyone else were real.

Am I going to get good marks? Will I be okay? I don’t want to get less marks? How will my family think of me? They will just think of me as some stupid kid. I want to get good marks. If I had just cut out some of my sleeping time would I get better marks? What if I fail? What if they kick me out of the school? “Reader” 

Ah that’s right you were stirring the ramen. “Ah sorry I was thinking about something else” As you stir you feel a hand on your back. “I’ll do it this time” “huh?” Before you could even comprehend what Sayo just said she had already taken the spatula out of your hands and started stirring. Sayo had a weirdly determined look on her face as she stirred but for some reason it made you feel as if you truly wanted to smile as you did when a small smile was on your face.

……………

Slurp! You both were had finished making the ramen and put them into separate bowls and now, were sitting down and eating. But oh god you couldn’t just stop thinking about your exams you didn’t want to think about but you just couldn’t stop. As if it was staring you in the face. You wanted to think about the ramen or Sayo being here but you couldn’t just stop. Are you going to be okay? Will you pass? “I don’t want to become a failure in life” those were the words repeating in your head with all the bad things that might happen, you might-

Arms wrapped around you, embraced you in a hug from your side. Oh your hands were shaking…. Sayo, she noticed it. “Sa-yo” You said with a crack in your voice. Oh…. why were you feeling like this? Your chest felt a little tight, your hands shaking while holding the bowl of ramen you just made. Drop, drop. Oh you're crying…..A pair of hands cupped your face, stained with tears. “It’s okay Reader I am here. I am always here for you” a breathily gasp came from as you grabbed her arms and cried in them “Sa-yo I-I I’m scared. I don’t want to fail! What if I fail or don’t get good enough marks? I-I don’t wanna-“ 

Her arms went around your neck. “It will all be okay. I know how hard you have worked for the exams  and you won’t fail. And Even if you did, you can always improve yourself I believe in you, Reader. So why don’t you try too?”She said with a smile as she hugged you while you were crying in her arms. “Yeah Sayo’s definitely right, Even if you fail that means you can become smarter than you are and improve yourself. And she can believe in you. Why can’t you do the same?”

[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)

[vexieeeee]

Bang Dream Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Poppin'Party:

Toyama Kasumi:

Nothing yet...

Ichigaya Arisa:

Nothing yet...

Ushigome Rimi:

Nothing yet...

Hanazono Tae:

Nothing yet...

Yamabuki Saya:

Nothing yet...

Roselia:

Minato Yukina:

Nothing yet...

Hikawa Sayo:

Nothing yet...

Imai Lisa:

Nothing yet...

Shirokane Rinko:

Nothing yet...

Udagawa Ako:

Nothing yet...

Afterglow:

Mitake Ran:

Nothing yet...

Aoba Moca:

Nothing yet...

Udagawa Tomoe:

Nothing yet...

Uehara Himari:

Nothing yet...

Hazawa Tsugumi:

Nothing yet...

Pastel*Palettes:

Maruyama Aya:

Nothing yet...

Hikawa Hina:

Nothing yet...

Shirasagi Chisato:

Nothing yet...

Wakamiya Eve:

Nothing yet...

Yamato Maya:

Nothing yet...

Hello, Happy World!:

Tsurumaki Kokoro:

Nothing yet...

Seta Kaoru:

Nothing yet...

Okusawa Misaki:

Nothing yet...

Matsubara Kanon:

Nothing yet...

Kitazawa Hagumi:

Nothing yet...

[planetdream]

AN EVENING IN THE WOODS !

CHARACTERS ! werewolf!bang chan, human!reader

GENRE ! horror/thriller but barely, smut [minors dni]

WORDS ! 3.3k

SYNOPSIS ! on a drunken game night, you're dared to take a little stroll through the woods after rumors of a werewolf lurking through the town.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ! more thriller than horror i think. mentions of alcohol. being chased/stalked; mentions of being 'kept'. reader desc. wearing long skirt + called 'good girl'. smut [dubcon(?)—reader is basically being used. d/s dynamics—predator versus prey. possessiveness. [rough] sex in the woods. monsterfucking ig. large cock channie <3. pussy eating. facefucking. cumplay + creampie. belly bulge oops. dumbification(?) growling..] used the word 'beast' a lot oops. it gets weird idk

💌 ngl...i think i forgot how to write smut u guys... this is partially inspired by a brief part in house of leaves by mark z. danielewski, but like, not really at all iykyk. anyway, as u kno, i always appreciate feedback <3

There’s a big difference between vampire hunters and werewolf hunters. The creatures are different from each other in both ferocity and nature; thus, the study and hunt of them will differ based on several factors. Hunters of said creatures are expected to know what to do in situations in which they are faced with such foul beasts. You, quite frankly, are neither a vampire nor a werewolf hunter. Inexperienced to the point where you couldn’t begin to imagine what you would do if faced with anything that is such a monstrous terror, let alone a werewolf. Yet, here you are, prancing around the cold forest like a delicious piece of meat, praying that you don’t cross paths with anything—man or beast.

About a month ago, men and women alike began disappearing from town in the late hours of the night, not to be seen or heard from again. In the following weeks, numbers of missing people have only risen, leading many to believe that there might be a serial killer on the loose. That, however, was only until word got around that a town drunkard had seen what he could only describe as a ‘terrifyingly large rabid dog’. ‘It had to be about six feet tall just standing there’, he said, swearing solemnly, even vowing to quit drinking in an effort to portray his seriousness. The man wept, “It was one of them werewolves. I swear by it.” 

Only from there did word travel through the town. Though, no one believed the drunk old man, laughing at his testimony—‘A werewolf? In this town? That’s impossible’—some treating it as some fable, or a game, even. Which is what leads to you, alone, in the woods tonight. A fun game of truth or dare with your friends—being a chronic truth picker, tonight (with a little liquid courage) you decide that you want nothing but to humor your associates, you chose dare—turns into you blindly making your way into the dark forest with nothing but a lamp, pocket knife, and a few neon stickers to help you make your way back; and that’s only if you’re not murdered. 

By the looks of it, the surrounding forest is empty. The only sounds come from the rustling of tree leaves mingling together due to the wind, the sounds of birds squawking in the far distance, and the snapping and crunching of twigs and leaves beneath your shoes. You trek your way through the trees and dirt extremely unnerved. Nothing has happened at all, and although you’re thankfully still alive and breathing, making your way through the clutter of trees and dead wood, you cannot help but be a bit frightened about the dreariness and uncertainty of the situation. 

It’s a cold night, predicted to snow a bit; temperature dropping lower and lower with each hour that falls. The sun had set a while ago and the purple-orange hue leftover has now faded from blue into black. And while the stars are beginning to show themselves—pristine and beautiful—the dark sky only adds to the dreariness of your walk through the forest. The sudden additional silence is eerie, nature has stilled completely. Although the echo of stillness is inexplicable, unusual; it comforts you—knowing that you would hear your assailant coming, should you come close to being attacked. 

When looking at your watch, you find that you’ve only been in the forest for fifteen of the required thirty minutes—it’s very possible that you can go the distance, turning on your heels and deciding to make your fifteen minute walk back to the edge of the dark forest; and most importantly, to safety. After all, your friends must be worried about you by now; maybe even surprised that you’ve really stuck to the dare. In a matter of minutes, this will be all over and you will be resting at home.

You had to have been walking in one straight direction, right? Maybe because it’s dark, and you, admittedly, have drunk quite a bit, but the placemarkers you remember sticking to the trees along your path are nowhere to be found. The light of your lamp shines against tree after tree, but they remain in their natural state, unchanged. Your eyes widen, heartbeat increasing as you look at the leftover placemarkers you hold in your hand, only six remaining of your original twenty—so you know you’ve used them. 

You stop in your tracks, not willing to venture any further than you already have. Mind racing, scanning and assessing all the possible things you can do, slowly slipping into a panic. You could scream as loud as you can, vocally expressing your need for rescue; but how likely is it that you’ll be heard, especially given how deep into this unchanging landscape you are. Perhaps you can continue walking ahead, only praying that you make your way out unharmed—after all, safety should have been just a fifteen minute walk ahead.

As you lift your foot a few centimeters off of the ground to make your first step, through the darkness of the forest and out of your peripherals, you swear you see a large shadow for just a split second—lurched over and next to a thick tree to your right. A chill runs down your spine and you shudder as you realize the presence of this creature; intimidating and dominant. Taking no chances, feet hitting the ground hard as you sprint through the woods, doing your best to escape this nightmare; real or otherwise. 

The action of running when you feel like you’re being chased, versus running because you are being chased, are quite similar. It’s all instinct, a gut feeling that you jump on, increased heart rate; it’s choosing to flee rather than to fight. The difference, in this moment, you realize, is the definite risk of getting caught. The consequences could prove to be unsatisfactory, at the very least, if you were to be caught by whatever it is that may be following after you. Although, looking behind, there’s nothing in sight—no sign of disaster nor danger. You continue along, albeit a lot slower than before, attempting to catch your breath a bit. Walking off trail just a bit to slow down and assess your next course of action. 

The snapping of a twig within your vicinity has you darting from the temporary hiding place. However, the predator is right on your trail, persisting in its hunt for flesh. You weave your way through the woods, brain firing off about escaping quickly without harm. The chase does not last long, though. One misstep taking you down, tumbling. Briefly, in your panic, you appear to meet eyes with the foul beast. Fear lodged in your throat, dry and brittle—crumbling into tiny little pieces that pester your insides like a million tiny beetles finding a dark, cavernous home. Stomach clenching, seizing as you cower in submission to your terror. Hands buried into the freshly fallen snow—previous footsteps already blanketed over and long gone. Never have you thought you would give up so easily; unsure if you’ve got it within you to fight back in the absolute worst case. 

Body stuck in place, paralyzed with fear once you hear the snow behind you crunch, a sign that the creature is inching closer to you. It’s like your life flashes before your eyes once you feel the snout of the creature pressed against the back of your neck, heat blowing against the back of your neck, followed by a short, deep snarl emitting from within the beast. The large presence behind you is undeniable. The way the creature towers over you is horrifying—a domineering and overbearing sense of power, exuding pride and strength in the form of body heat. It circles you, though you are too terrified to look towards it, despite the daring growl it emits. Heart racing, nearly about to jump out of your chest and run away itself. The creature begins to circle around you, and out of the corner of your eye you can see its feet—huge black paws. Oh great! You’ll be eaten alive. 

But then the feet of the beast turns into man, and slowly you raise your face to get a good look at its true face. He starts off as a blur initially, but the longer you look at him, the more recognizable he becomes. A face you’ve always seen lurking around town. Though despite the area being rather small, you’ve never formally interacted—only stared at each other from a distance then kept it moving. Tonight, however, you finally decided to walk up to him at the local bar whilst with friends, only for him to walk away without a word. ‘Oh, him? Yeah, Chan is just like that.’

“Mmm. What’s that smell?” Chan asks while humming. Arms caging you in against the tree as he presses his nose against your neck, right near a particularly sweet spot. “Smells heavenly. So sweet and delicious.” 

He continues to sniff you out, planting a small kiss to your neck before traveling lower, nose now pressed to the fabric of your clothing. Face pressed in between the valley of your breast, Chan takes a long, deep inhale. His eyes are closed as he pulls back, slightly smirking with clear contentment. Chan takes the material of your shirt pinched between his fingertips before tearing the shirt down the middle, groaning at your now exposed chest. His hands cup your tits, thumbs teasing at your nipples, as he runs his nose down the valley, before swiping back up with his tongue. 

Chan isn’t done, nose still pressed against your skin as he sinks down to his knees. Rough hands cupping your ass, squeezing, as he stops—nose pressed against your mound, breathing you in while trying to pull you closer, finally finding the source of that sweet, heavenly scent. He’s breathing heavily to the point that you can feel his hot breath against your skin through the thin material of your skirt; snarling as he takes in your scent. And he’s mumbling something down there—pussy hungry words about how fucking delectable you smell. Perfect to devour. 

Contrary to the petrifying circumstance, the rush of adrenaline you get in the moment is euphoric and exhilarating. Chan’s touch is hot against you, almost scorching, and leaves you wanting—no, needing more of him. 

He hikes up the long length of your skirt with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder to force your hips towards his face, diving face first into your cunt. Tongue lapping up hungrily at your wetness, moaning and groaning without a care in the world as he gets the first taste of his meal. Plump lips sucking your clit, vibrating when he moans, causing you to shake and squirm, but Chan has a strong grip against you. He’s messy as he eats you—occasionally breaking free, not for air, but to spit against your cunt—as the lower half of his face is covered in your nectar; which he hopes never washes off, absolutely frenzied by your scent, cock hard and leaking cum, jumping at the thought of finally getting to fuck his cock into this sweet little cunt. 

While Chan is usually a patient man, having no problem in waiting—stalking his prey and then teasing them for hours upon hours on end—he finds himself struck with need. A particular need to feast. To fuck and destroy his prey. Days and days of stalking you, taunting you from afar, and you played right into his palm—obviously fated to be found afraid and lost, deep in his territory. It is at this point he thinks to keep you. Perhaps hide you away somewhere cold and dark where only he’d be able to find you. Keeping you bound to him until he gets sick of you—or until you cease to exist. Aching to fuck you over and over and over again until it becomes too difficult for you to even think about moving a muscle, succumbing fully to his torturous pleasure. He stops himself from thinking too far ahead all too soon, clearly entranced by the sweetness of your cunt. 

Chan springs to his feet; cock heavy, hard and curving to the right, tip swelling red with need and dripping with precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock as you watch him massage his right hand over it; even in his big palms his cock is huge. The excitement to take him spreads from the pit of your stomach and up your chest, visualizing into the form of goosebumps all over your arms. He just laughs at the look on your face; how equally intrigued and dismayed you appear. A perfect little lamb stalked and caught by the big bad wolf, unable to flee due to their own fascination despite their fright. 

Chan leans in, his lips against yours briefly. A hand curling into your hair to bring you down to your knees, you follow suit. His hand stays tangled in your hair, pulling harshly against your scalp. With his other hand, Chan strokes his cock, running his thumb over the tip; then pulling your head towards his tip. Eagerly, your tongue slips from your mouth, ready to taste everything he’s giving you. You swirl your tongue around him, but Chan has other plans, slowly sliding his cock into your mouth; helping you savor the slightly salty taste of his seed. Fixing your mouth open as wide as it can go, with both hands now tangled into your hair, he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, slowly increasing the speed of his thrust. 

“You just take it like a good girl, huh?” You don’t say anything, but that dazed look in your eye and the moan that escapes from deep in your throat tells Chan all he needs to know. 

“Perfect little mouth, but I bet that pussy is even better.” Chan frees his cock from your mouth with a trail of spit. His hand around his cock once again, the slick sound like music to your ears. Though, it’s at this point that the cold air is starting to get to you—the snow is light but still continuous—yet you power through it for just another taste of Chan. 

“Want you so bad,” You bite your lip, looking into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. You stand and stretch to turn your back to him, looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your backside towards him like a bitch in heat. Chan smirks at you, a small laugh erupting from him at the sight of your shamelessness.   

In the heat of the moment, Chan licks the palm of his hand before bringing it down to rub at your cunt from behind. He doesn’t say anything, but you can hear a long, deep snarl come from within his chest. The closer he gets to you, the louder the growl echoes, and the more he warms you with his body heat—caging you in against the tree. You grind into his hand, greedily taking anything he gives you. While Chan is steadily becoming just as impatient as you, he always spares time to play with his food; teasing the tip of his cock against your slit. Chan slowly slides into your cunt—a rough hand clenching onto your hip, nails digging into your skin; not nearly enough to keep him from losing his cool as your wetness encases his cock, wet and tight. 

You’re barely taking half of his dick before the stretch of it nearly becomes too much—but he’s one step ahead of you; arm snakes across your belly and down to your cunt, two wet fingers ready to play with your clit. Chan works his fingers against your clit slowly winding you up, all while planting a quick kiss against your shoulder; tongue drooling out to lick a long wet stripe against your neck. It’s only once he receives a moan from you in response that he starts thrusting into you slowly; the thrusts of his hips syncing with the movement of his fingers. 

It isn’t long before you’re taking more and more of his cock, being stuffed and stretched deliciously. Cunt leaking and begging for more of him. Chan lets out these harsh growls and grunts that contrast with the pitch of your moans. His nails dig into your hips, using a minimal amount of strength to pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrusts. His hips smack against your ass roughly, cock stretching you further, but your cunt swallows every inch perfectly. That’s only until he slides out of you, wordless, yet, still letting out a snarl. He pushes you onto the ground, hands and knees crashing into the new layers of snow. You yelp out in response, but Chan can only laugh at you. 

“Just letting me push you around like this? I think I should keep you,” He follows you, kneeling onto the ground, cock in hand. Laying  a quick smack at your ass, he hums. “How would you feel about being my little plaything, huh?”

His free hand kneads against your ass while he plays with his cock. “Keep you locked up with me ‘n only let you out in these woods at night, hmm? All cute ‘n naked for me to hunt down and fuck again.”

“And you can’t even hide cause I’ll always find you, pretty.” He finally slides into your cunt, still not letting you have all of him, yet. “How does that sound? Do you like it?”

His words are filthy and so are his touches but somehow he’s got you entranced. You let out a loud, cracked sob of a yes in response to his inquiries as if he bullied it out of you. “Good girl.” 

Chan finally allows himself to break—hips snapping harshly into yours. Not caring if you go limp from the way he’s fucking into you, instead his hands are once again clenching your hips, grinding his hips against your ass whenever he thrusts his cock back into you. Your fists clutching onto the snow as you take his cock, unable to do much but drool and mewl for him. 

He presses his chest across your back, caging you onto the cold ground. His tongue once again flat against your skin, licking every inch of what exposed skin he has access to. Still pounding into you as he chases his impending orgasm. Then he sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, letting out a whine rather than the usual growl as he fucks his cum into you. It’s hot, sticky, and heavy—and it seems like it’s unending; seemingly producing more and more as he pumps his cock into you. Slowly Chan reaches a hand down to press against your lower abdomen; feeling how your belly swells with all the cum his cock is feeding your cunt. 

You moan at the feeling when Chan pulls out of you with a sigh of exhaust. Cum coating his cock and spilling out of your cunt, staining your thighs. So much of his seed has spilled out and he’s no longer stuffing you with his cock, but yet you feel so full. Chan continues to incite, two thick fingers dip into your cunt to scoop up and play with the excess cum that’s dripping from your hole. 

Chan pulls you back to him by your arms, caging you against his chest. He whispers to you. “What if we played a fun little game, hm?”

He grips your chin and those same two digits that were once inside of you, force into your mouth, offering you another taste of Chan’s cum. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, “Let’s say, I give you a ten second head start to run.”

Chan kisses the back of your neck and a chill runs down your spine. “The ten seconds start now.” 

He frees you from his hold, and springs to his feet leaving you dumbfounded. But by the time you stand and face the direction of Chan, legs weak and cold, he’s no longer there.

It seems his fun little game has officially started. 

© PLANETDREAM 2024

[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.

[luvyeni]

[🕷] … LUVYENI’S 2023 FREAKTOBER !

a month long of different halloween inspired fics. 18+ read content warnings !!!

(OCT. 2). SIREN CALL - SIREN!HEESEUNG

(OCT. 6). LOVE N’ DEVOTION - YANDERE!JEONGIN

(OCT. 9). HOT N’ COLD - GHOSTFACEKILLER!SHOTARO

(OCT. 13). DON’T GO INTO THE WOODS - FAIRY!FELIX

(OCT. 16). A BOY AND HIS DOLL - YANDERE!JAKE

(OCT. 20). NICE GUY - STALKER!HAECHAN

(OCT. 23). MY DOG ROOMMATE - HYBRID!JENO

(OCT. 27). RUN LITTLE LAMB RUN - WOLF!BANGCHAN

[🕷] … HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

(OCT. 31). LOVE POTIONS - WARLOCK!WONBIN

©LUVYENI

[sea-of-dust]

Just wanted to say whoever tf told Nian to do this BASED BASED ILY. DM ANNON FUCKING MOOTS

can you do prompt 1 with kaoru seta?:3

yep!!

" Aww! You missed me, huh? "

Kaoru Seta x gn!reader

✧500 follower event - day 4

✧fluff

" There you are, my one and only. " Kaoru spoke from behind you. You had been eating lunch outside today and although it takes her a while to head away from everyone else, she still manages to make it in time to spend time with you. " I didn't see you in the usual spot so it took me a while longer to find you. I thought you had vanished into thin air! " She dramatically covered her mouth.

You laughed at her action, " Aww! You missed me, huh? " You lightly teased, giving her a smile.

" But of course I did! " She feigned shock, placing her hand over her chest as if you had just offended her. " How could I not miss you, the one I hold so dearly to my heart? "

" You couldn't, of course. " You took a bite of your food before offering a portion to her, to which she gladly took.

" Thank you for the food, my love. Did you perhaps make this? " She asked, going in for another bite. You tapped her hand away playfully.

" No, most of it was premade already. I didn't have time. "

" I see, it was still the perfect choices for your lunch on this fine day. " She gestured up towards to the sun where no clouds had been blocking it.

" You really are special to me, Kaoru. " You smiled at her, seeing her cheeks go pink in surprise.

" As are you to me, (name). "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[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...

[enamation]

hihi !

once again been getting some traction , i cant keep writing off the top of my head y ' know ?

so ~ for the first time in about 4 months . .

requests are open ! !

please be respectful ! no smut at all , im a fluffy writer .

ill write for anyone in these fandoms : genshin , love&deepspace , bandori , project sekai

i will NOT however , write for : klee , sayu , qiqi , yaoyao , sigewinne , nahida ( i know she is 500+ years old , no i wont write for her . )

[sea-of-dust]

hii! can i rq kaoru seta and hina hikawa (separate) with a s/o who’s very clingy with them🫶🫶

Close to you!

Hina and Kaoru!

Summary: maybe the fly by dayglow reference was a little too litteral-

Notes: I guarantee you bandori annons appear at the ungodly hours 😭. Thank you for the request annon!

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

She doesn't notice you're being clingy she's pretty clingy too! She thinks it's normal

You two don't even notice you're are being clingy too each other, but if you two ever separated both your friends would say one of you would just kinda dose off more often or daydream.

"I miss Hina..." "it's been three minutes" "huuuu"

You walk home with her. Holding her hand sometimes singing pastel palette songs. She starts developing a habit of side tracking asking you if you want to stop by a convince store or a movie. You two would start having dates after school atleast once a month

You would get unessaryly clingy at times. Especially if Hina experienced even the most minor unfavorable thing. You wouldn't let many people close to her unless you knew them personally she would tell you it was alright but you still kept close just in case

Someone would tell her that you're WAYY too clingy and she would be like "Nah I don't think so" with the most calm smile on her face. "No like they're like a no personal space clingy." "nahhh they aren't like that ^^"

She does kinda understand tho if she thinks about what you do in hindsight. She was at a concert tour you called her almost every day making sure she was alright. You often bit your nails thinking of what would happen to Hina while on tour. You'd also cling closely to her in public areas saying it was so you two wouldn't get lost in the crowd...eh she still dosent really care.

She noticed how you walk on the exterior of the road. She didn't mind till the day it rained pretty hard. You brought an umbrella for her to stay under and walked home with her when a car splashed water at you two you got in the way of it making sure most of it wouldn't go onto Hina. "Ohhh" "?" "So that's why you do that" "?" "Nothing"

You two usually call each other when you get home talking about random things till the other has to go or sleep. You don't say it outloud but you hope she calls you back later

You're kinda like her scary dog privileges. If she were to DARE to be tired around you. You encourage her to rest as you sat close to her letting her lean on you if you're that close. You would talk to others in almost whispers if anyone were to speak a little louder than you you'd look at them annoyed.

How fleeting~ someone so close to her they got into the drama club for her. Getting in was no joke too since alot of Kaoru's other fans were trying out to be closer to her. "I only have small interests in this as soon as we graduate Im not gonna do thus anymore" "but that small interest will spark a fleeting long lasting love for the theater!" "Yea whatever" "fleeting~"

You don't tell her this but another tiny reason you got into drama is to kiss her in front of the audience, specifically her fans. Just imagining kissing kaoru for your role as sleeping beauty infront of an audience is a nice feeling and made you try harder.

She doesn't mind your clinginess but she thinks it's mostly cause of her popularity

"My dear are you jealous of my fans" she elegantly flops herself onto you. "What-" "Why the reason you're always around me is to monitor my fans so they don't steal me away~" "that's not-" "HOW ROMATIC" she pulls you in for an embrase as you except your fate.

You don't mind cooking for her usually if she comes over. She tires not to say she likes miso soup yet still can't refuse another bite. "Ehhh why are you shaking Kaoru~" "..." "I thought you didn't like miso soup" your smile widens "..." "😼" "you can have it know you don't like that fancy stuff anyway"

She tried to cook for you as a way to say thanks, but you would always appear for cuddles out of nowhere before she starts. Once you get a hold of her there's no escape she's staying there for a week by then your parents are already treating her like their in-law.

She called you a blanket monster once was the first time you did this to her actually. You made a joke about a monster comming outta no where and eating the both of them in the shape of a blanket. It was all fun and games till she wanted to get something to snack on. "Whatcha doing?" As soon as she turns around you flop onto her the blanket swallowing her. "HAKA-" "shush you'll wake someone" you harshly shut her down leading her back to your room. "Unhand me blanket monster for I must retrieve dashing food made by my beloved s/o!" "Thats a lie you went out here to eat my left over little bites" "eh-" "back to bed with you~" "blanket fieeenndddd" she dramatically follows

You like appearing out of nowhere to hug or kiss her. One time, you came in and kissed her when you saw the hhw group in front of her. You apologized profusely to them. Yes, kaoru uses this to try and tease you.

"Remember that one time you kissed me in front of my bandmates." "Remember that one time you grabbed my thigh instead of my hand while we were on a plane," she turns around in mere shock you mentioned that.

HHW had called you favor involving her specially them making a robot version of her because someone told Kokoro having a robot band is a smart idea 💀. "We wanna know what you think of her!" "Alright?" As soon as you got over there you felt your eye bags get darker. "This is pretty wonky. Some of these parts don't really match Kaoru at all...the animation could suffer cause of this" you went on and on describing Kaorus physical appearance so well Kokoro stood there dumbfounded she almost frowed before you said you had to go. "Well uh...thank you?" "My pleasure ^^"

[maybenotmei]

kaoru seta x reader who’s a vocalist?(✯◡✯)

a song for you !

we sing, we dance, and we captivate the audience with a performance beyond their wildest dreams!

ー(=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=)ー

notes: this is a song for you, oh im singing for you, oh oh, mhm, this is a song for you, oh im singing for youuuuu nae modeungeol da julgeeee ALSO NOTE the first 4 hcs are written pre-graduation and the rest are post-graduation

whether you'd be a solo artist or a vocalist of a band/unit, expect kaoru to be at most if not every concert you hold!

whether it'd be at backstage or she'd actually pay for tickets (which, with the help of kokoro, are always somehow vip passes), she's there to cheer for you!

she is your #1 fan. after all, she thinks your voice is quite wonderful to hear!

if someone from hhw or just one of her friends suggests kareoke, she might even ask to invite you (if you're not busy with any sort of promo or activity) because, well, your voice is so nice to hear even if it's just talking but she also wants others to hear your beautiful voice too!

she may join you for vocal practices if you need to, and she learns quite a bit about what you do in these practices too. like... "ah, so this is what happens in vocal training..." (.you: "...don't you do vocal training too?")

sometimes she sings along to your songs, you might catch her humming it. though, if you ask her directly what she thinks of your songs, she'd say that she prefers hearing you sing it ("your voice is truly unmatched... how fleeting..." or something along the lines of that... i'm not poetic... sorry...)

i feel like after a concert she'd hand you a water bottle with a rose taped to it while praising your performance with a shakespeare quote. while you're resting from your performance expect her to talk. or not. depending on what you want after a performance— she doesn't mind.

"as shakespeare once said, thy voice is comparable to a summer's day."

"...shakespeare never said that...?"

of course, she may be pretty busy with university sometimes. oh, but she's watching your concerts while studying. sometimes she doesn't though...

sorry, you're Kinda distracting . it's just that when you realize that beautiful voice you hear from that concert you're watching and that beautiful person in the center is Your significant other is just. wow. i am so lucky. yeah she thinks that

hm, dealing with fame you say...? well, kaoru's quite the expert at that— if something's Really stressing you out, she'll give you some personal advice she has learned over the course of the years.

if you need tips on fanservice... hey...

she supports you on any path you decide to take with your musical career. if you decide to go solo, sure! as a unit? she's holding all the cylumes of your unitmates, especially yours. you're going to stop/pause? that's fine, get some rest and take your time.

ah, but your voice isn't the only thing she loves about you. she loves you for you, you as yourself, and you don't need to prove anything to know that she will always be there in every step you make.

[parissa-faith]

Masterlist - Parissa Faith

Reader Catches a Pokemon

Shuppet: https://www.tumblr.com/parissa-faith/720115250940280832/a-ghostly-incounter?source=share

Ampharos: https://www.tumblr.com/parissa-faith/720989514043146240/our-special-dance?source=share

Reader x Pokemon

Sonia with a Reader that has Electrike: https://www.tumblr.com/parissa-faith/721733534757322753/a-long-awaited-meeting?source=share

Reader x BanG Dream

Sayo Hikawa: https://www.tumblr.com/parissa-faith/736307143869890560/ramen-comfort?source=share

[christronomy]

the devil is faceless // bang chan

cw: horror/doppelgänger au, fem reader, chris is a killer (for a good cause lol), body horror (mutilation), brief mention of murder/death, gore, and sex (not very detailed tho), slight angst.

you think about it as you lie on the cold floor. you're much closer to your dead lover than you thought you ever would be. it's almost as if you're holding his body in your arms again, the feeling of deadweight heavy on your chest, tears trailing down the sides of your head a reminder how he once was. warm.

christopher always ran warmer than usual, but it was a perfect contrast to how cold you often were. his arms were the only place you felt safest in, and he preferred it that way. "the world isn't what you think it is, pretty girl," he'd once said. he would always keep you safe from the monsters, the people who posed any sort of threat. he always got rid of the problem. that was, until it came back to haunt him.

your eyes always gave you away, because you were too innocent. you still couldn't understand how things functioned ever since they changed. anyone here could be an imposter or a copy of someone else, or even worse, tortured by their own perception of themself in a way that made them extremely hostile. you didn't see things the way he did, which was the complete opposite. chris always saw it, ever since you were kids—the imperfections in their facial expressions, wide, unnatural smiles, strange voices that he always heard in the back of his mind, in his nightmares.

when he got older he figured that disposing of these vile creatures would help silence those voices, but he was wrong. at first, it was fulfilling, but then it turned into a chore, and it was something not many people approved of. he was taking justice into his own hands and they didn't like it. how could someone kill so carelessly? how would you know they're really those monsters if you can't look at their face?

but chris always knew the difference. it was like they teased him, followed him around. they were unmistakably identifiable compared to real humans, and there were many more of those things than people thought, they just didn't realize how many more. so they called him paranoid, they never believed him when he described the truth, spreading lies and making it seem like he was simply telling stories, grueling fairytales just to scare others.

you always believed him, never doubted him for a second, especially when you saw it happen for the first time, the transformation that leaves barely an idea of what used to be-twisting limbs, the sound of flesh tearing and contorting, almost as if the body was just liquid in a mold, taking an entirely different shape. "don't look," he'd said, quickly pulling you into his arms and covering your eyes and ears with his coat, and in a matter of seconds, the walls were covered in blood. you didn't want to look away. she was your best friend, and you didn't want to forget what she looked like, but no matter how much you tried, you could only see what she had become, every time you closed your eyes.

what stuck with you the most was the voice, the sound of her screams almost like laughter, mixing with sobs, silent cries for help being overshadowed by the evil taking over her body, her life, her soul. only then was when you truly understood chris, why he was always sure to be on high alert at all times, why he struggled to sleep every night, why he needed the nicotine to soothe his body even if it was only a temporary fix. you truly understood what he said when he’d described it. the way it sounded to you was exactly what he'd said before.

"it sounds like a demon's laugh. twisted, sadistic, like it's enjoying itself. like the devil himself is whispering in your ear."

and he was right, the devil himself whispered in your ear that night, and never shut up, even to this day. the whisper became more like an obnoxiously loud, taunting voice the day that chris died. he died telling you to look away, with a smile on his face, because you knew that whenever he said those two simple words, the threat would be taken care of. but this time, it wasn't, and this time, you didn’t look away as the bullet went straight through his head, his blood spraying onto your face, watching him fall to his side with a sickening thud. snipers had somehow found and ambushed you as you were making your way back home, and he knew you were surrounded, he had sharp eyes. anyone else wouldn't be able to see where they were hiding, but he spotted every single one immediately, the lasers aiming straight for his head, and he knew he'd be dead if he made another move.

but they didn't spare him even when he stood still, and they didn't lift a finger when you held him in your arms in the middle of the abandoned road, your voice giving out from the way you couldn't contain your agonized screams. since then, he couldn't be there to protect you, to tell you to look away and that it would all be over soon, so you were lost. and that's how you ended up here, now, on the floor, limbs painfully stretched, you were pretty sure some of your bones had even snapped in the process, and you could see your blood pooling by your body through the corner of your eye. all because you'd encountered one of them. you narrowly escaped the attack somehow, but the effect of it still got to your body, painfully contorting it in an attempt to take control.

if chris were here, he would have eliminated the thing immediately, you thought. you thought about the way he always wore a large, long coat to hide his weapons, and to bury your face in it whenever you encountered a threat. it was the same way he would pull you into him when you were alone in the confines of your room, in your shared bed. you always laid your head down on his chest that way so you could fall asleep to his heartbeat, because it was the only way you could sleep. it was the same way he held you close when you got too tired from working your hips, the room feeling hot, stars obscuring your vision as soon as he whispered a soft, “i got you, baby,” as he took control, filling your mind with bliss.

if chris were here you wouldn't feel so cold like you do right now, you wouldn't be in so much pain, struggling to breathe, watching and feeling the life slowly drain out of you. but as much as it hurts, you’re starting to feel okay with it, because now you won't have to deal with this, whatever it is. because chris was right, this world wasn't what you thought it was. but he would've been proud of you for making it this far. now you're so much closer to your lover than ever, so instead of focusing on the blood by your ears, you look away one last time as your vision blurs, letting out a long breath. the cold deadweight on your chest suddenly feels like a warm, familiar embrace, the subtle smell of nicotine wafting through your nose, the once torturous whispers turning into soft-spoken reassurances, strong arms cradling your soul gently as you sink into the depths of this inevitable fate.