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As a special thanks for the 100 followers ill write some fanfics you request.
Send me a request with the following below. The emoji, number, and letter for the type of fic. You can send in as many as you like just know I might not do all of them.
I’m sorry the amount of minors in this tag writing or posting smut is actually insane like not even trying to hide the fact that you are a literal kid is wild imo
Thank you everyone that enjoys my stories. Ill do a special writing event for it soon. I want to finish some storys first.
First off my series Stray kids family is almost over only a few more chapters left.
Chapter 6 is in the works for Dumpling.
I also have 3 one shots in the making. I want to finish all three first before posting them.
After all that ill do the special writing event.
Once i finish my first series i have another one in the works it will be a mix of writing and smau. More info on it later.
And now for my series Dumpling. Ill probably to another vote later to really make sure on who reader ends up with. I just want to see where your guys mind is with who you want the reader to end up with. I will say though no im not adding Bangchan as on option. One I think we need more stories for the other 7 members and two I feel like in this story he will end up more like a brother to reader then a boyfriend.
cw: playful dom, breeding, overstimulation, not explicitly said in fic but reader’s on birth control
an: i got a bit of writers block at the end, like last four paragraphs but i tried super hard to make it good 🥹
“Bin-“ Your words got cut off from a moan. Nails scraping against the muscles of his back as you hid your face further into his neck.
Changbin chuckled, hips slamming against yours relentlessly while your thighs shook around his hips, trying to close despite his body being in the way.
The both of yous thighs were covered with mixed cum and arousal. Cum spilling out of your puffy, overstimulated pussy with every thrust.
“C’mon, y/n. Weren’t you the one who suggested i get you pregnant?” He hummed, leaning up enough to properly look at you.
Your head plopped onto the pillow as he moved and your hands found purchase on his biceps instead- the biceps you couldn’t even wrap your hands around fully. Scratching the firm flesh.
“You ca- You came in me twice-“ You managed to get out through whiny moans ‘n whimpers.
“Well, you asked for me to get you pregnant, gotta make sure it happens.” He teased with a fond grin. One hand lifting off the bed to run his hand up and down your waist then back up to your hair, brushing it out of your face.
“You sound so pretty when you’re wrecked.” He complimented. Words genuine despite how they currently feel like the opposite- condescending.
His hands went down to hook under your thighs. Pulling you up and closer to him as he sped up. Grinning as the change in position made you even louder.
“Shit-“ You let out, breathless. Hand’s reaching up and gripping the pillow, moans spilling from your lips. You had no idea a simple joke would get him this horny.
“C’mon, just one more for safe measure.” He teased. Watching your face contort in pleasure. “This can be our workout for today.”
You couldn’t help but cough out a laugh at that, biting your lip as you felt yourself getting closer. You could tell he was too, his thrusts getting more erratic and desperate.
“Fine, but just one more.” You complied, moans raising in pitch.
His pace sped up- hitting that sensitive spot in you repeatedly. enough to make you cum a third time. Moans spilling from your lips continuously while your thighs shook and your hips instinctively tried to move away.
“I’m close baby-“ He grunted, breaths getting shallower as his hips smacked against you. Hands griping your thighs harder to keep them in place.
One more thrust and he came in you- one of the hottest moans you’ve ever heard coming up out of his throat as his face contorted in pleasure. Biting his lip as he watched where he went in and out of you.
You let out a low moan as you felt more of his cum spilling deep into you, mixed with some spilling out.
He finally pulled out after a few seconds of slow, admiring thrusts, leaning down just enough to place a soft kiss to your cheek before grinning.
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Oneshot
Changbin x reader
Summary: dad has to leave for tour
Warnings: none
Word count: 511
Playlist: Bad by Ateez
Master list: here
Changbin was in the bathroom grabbing a few things for his trip. Finn in the bedroom was walking around. Finn walked into Changbin's suitcase. Falling down he just sat on the folded clothes. Giggling he picked up a shirt. Y/n walked into the room. Looking down she saw her son. Smiling, she bent down. “You want to join dad on his trip?” Finn just threw the shirt out of the suitcase.
Changbin heard his wife's voice. Peaking out he saw her crouched. Walking more out to see what she was doing. His son sat in his suitcase. “You planning on taking Finn with you” y/n voice had a teasing tone in it. “No, but I won't complain if he joins.” Changbin put his essentials on the bed. Y/n picked up Finn. “you would. Finn would miss mom and get upset” y/n patted Changbin's chest. “Im going to miss mama too” he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
Y/n walked out of the room with Finn. Changbin went back to packing for his trip. Finn didn't seem to care if his dad was leaving or not. Y/n went to the kitchen to start dinner. It was their last night together so y/n wanted to make a nice meal. Y/n strapped Finn to her chest so she could cook.
Changbin came out. He finished packing up. “Look at my two cooking dinner” Changbin hugged y/n from behind. Finn tried to push Changbin away. “No” he whined out. Changbin held on, letting the little hand push at his cheek. “You know I'm leaving for four months” Finn didn't care he just didn't want to share his mom right now. Y/n grabbed Finn's little hand and kissed it. “Dont be mean” Finn started to whine. The two tend to compete for her attention.
Changbin finally let go. Y/n continue to make dinner for the three. Changbin just sat at the dining table and watched her. Love filled his eyes. He loved his little family.
The next morning came. Changbin went around the house making sure he had everything. Y/n sat on the floor while Finn played. Y/n was really sad her husband was leaving. He was her comfort. Grabbing his suitcase he waited by the door for his goodbye kisses. Y/n got up and hurried to him. Hugging him tight. He kissed her all over her face before her lips. With parted lips and goodbyes Changbin hurried out the door. Finn looked at the door then his mom. Tears welded up in his eyes. “Dada,” he cried out. He tried to push the door open. Y/n picked him up trying to calm him down. The door slammed open. “I forgot you” Changbin hurried and kissed Finn on the head. Finn leaned over so Changbin could take him. “I'm sorry baby but I have to go” he kissed his head again then y/n cheek before leaving. Y/n didn't think Finn would be this upset but he was.
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summary: a heated rivalry drabble.
Changbin wanted more attention. He just didn't expect to find the one person who refused to give it all to him.
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Chan had spent four years answering the same questions.
About wins, losses. being captain.
Seo Changbin.
By now, the routine was second nature.
The cameras would be waiting outside the locker room. Reporters would crowd together with recorders and notepads, each hoping for a quote that might become tomorrow's headline.
Most of the questions blurred together:
'What happened in the second period?'
'Did Changbin's hit change the momentum?'
'Has the rivalry between you become personal?'
Chan answered them the same way he always did, calm and composed, never giving anyone more than they needed. It was easier that way.
By the time the media scrum began to thin, he was already thinking about heading back to the locker room when he heard your voice.
"One last question?"
He paused.
You glanced down at your notebook before meeting his eyes.
"You stayed on the ice for twenty-three minutes after practice yesterday."
For the first time all afternoon, Chan's rehearsed smile slipped, "Yeah."
"What were you working on?"
Chan looked at you for a long moment before answering.
"I've been rushing the release," he admitted, his voice quieter now that the media crowd had begun to thin. "The shot gets there, but it isn't as clean as I want it to be."
His gaze drifted toward the rink behind you, the image of an empty net and scattered pucks lingering in his mind. "So I've been staying after practice. Same shot. Same spot. Over and over."
"How long?"
The question caught him off guard. He thought about it for a moment before answering with a small shrug, "until I stop thinking."
Your pen paused above the page, "what does that mean?"
A quiet laugh escaped him.
"It means if I'm still thinking about where the puck's supposed to go, I'm already behind the play." He glanced down at the floor, choosing his words more carefully than he usually did during interviews. "The best decisions happen before you realize you've made them."
You nodded, jotting something into your notebook before flipping back a page. "That explains the pass."
Chan frowned. "The pass?"
"Three minutes left in the third." You tapped the page with your pen. "You had a clean shooting lane."
"I did."
"But you passed."
He held your gaze for a second before answering, "the defense expected me to shoot."
"So you made them commit."
"And my winger had the better angle."
A small appeared on your face. "It was the better play."
Chan found himself smiling too.
By the time you closed your notebook, the conversation had drifted far beyond anything he'd expected when you'd asked for one last question. "Thanks, Captain."
He nodded once, shifting his bag higher onto his shoulder as he turned to leave.
Then your voice stopped him again. "You told everyone you were happy with the win."
"I was."
When he looked back, you were studying him with the same quiet focus you'd had throughout the interview, "you didn't look like it."
The words settled somewhere he couldn't immediately reach. For the first time in years, Chan found himself searching for an answer that didn't come automatically.
Before he could find one, you offered him a polite smile, thanked him again, and disappeared into the crowd. He stood there for another moment, watching the space you'd left behind.
It wasn't the conversation about practice that stayed with him, or the question about the pass.
It was the unsettling realization that you'd somehow managed to ask about the parts of him he'd spent years teaching himself not to explain.
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Weeks passed.
The season started to move on, one game folding into the next until the routine became familiar again.
Pregame skate. Three periods.
Media. Recovery. Repeat.
At some point, Chan realized he had started looking for you unintentionally.
He simply noticed when you weren’t there.
He noticed when another reporter stepped forward instead, asking the same questions he’d answered a hundred times before. He noticed when someone misquoted a play because they hadn’t seen it unfold the way you would have. He noticed when the hallway emptied a little faster than usual, leaving him with the strange feeling that something had been missing.
It wasn’t disappointment.
At least, that’s what he told himself. It was curiosity.
He found himself wondering which game you had been assigned to instead.
Whether you were covering Changbin’s team that night. Whether you’d ask him the kinds of questions that left him thinking long after the interview had ended.
The thought lingered longer than it should have. He decided not to examine why.
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It happened a few weeks later.
Another rivalry game, another win, another crowd of reporters waiting outside the locker room with the same questions they had been asking for years.
By now, Chan knew exactly what they wanted.
The hit in the second period. The penalties. The argument after the final whistle.
Changbin.
He answered the way he always did: calm, polite, careful not to give anyone more than a headline. It wasn't that he disliked talking about the rivalry. He understood why people cared. Four years of competing against the same player, on two opposing teams, created a story whether they wanted one or not.
The problem was that somewhere along the way, the story had started becoming bigger than the game itself.
That was the part Chan never knew how to explain.
By the time the hallway began to clear, you were one of the last reporters still standing in front of him. Your notebook remained open, but you didn't immediately ask the question he expected.
Instead, you looked up, "can I ask about Changbin?"
The pause that followed was brief, barely noticeable, but you caught it. Chan glanced away for a moment before looking back at you. "You can."
"You've been competing against each other for almost four years," you said. "What keeps bringing it back to this?"
It was a simple question. But it wasn't the one he was used to answering.Most people wanted the easy version of the rivalry. They wanted to know who hated who more, who wanted the win more, who was really the better player.
You weren't asking about any of that. You were asking why neither of them had ever walked away.
Chan's eyes drifted down the empty hallway toward the rink. "I don't know if it's about winning anymore."
The honesty surprised him. He had spent years refusing to give the rivalry more meaning than it deserved. It was competition. It was hockey. That was all it needed to be. Except he knew that wasn't entirely true. "At some point, it just became habit."
The words settled between you. You didn't rush to fill the silence or push him for a bigger answer. You just waited, and somehow, that made it easier for him to keep going.
"Some habits are hard to break," Chan admitted. His gaze returned to yours. "So we don't."
