i’m back on here to regretfully to tell you all that i’ll be leaving the stayblr fic community. i’ve had so much fun being on here and i never regretted anything that came out of this account. it had been a wonderful one-two years being on here, and if i could, i’d relive this moment over and over again.
i cherish the people i’ve met here, the ones that got close enough to have my socials and the ones i’ve casually talked, whether through comments, reblogs and dms. y’all are wonderful and made my experience on here so special to me. words can’t describe how much this account means to me.
there are many factors on why i’ll be leaving, one of them being my university taking up most of my time, but the other factor that kinda hurts to admit is that i’m not as interested and invested in stray kids as i used to before. i still love my eight boys, in fact they’re the only kpop group i follow on my socials and i don’t intend on removing them anytime soon, and i still very much love bang chan. but i’m just not as obsessed with them to the point of writing stuff surrounding them anymore. I’ve been too preoccupied with life that it slowly drove me away from them, even to the point of me denying.
i’ve also developed new interests and hyperfixations, namely one piece, as being pretty evident as my recent posts about the live action series, so that also drove me away from writing for stray kids.
but all in all, it really has been fun being on here and writing for these eight men that have impacted my life from late high school till now in the best way possible. its crazy to think that i’ve been loving these boys from senior year of high school when i was 18 and now i’m a senior in college, truly i cannot thank them enough on how much they mean to this day. but i have to leave this part of my life behind. who knows, maybe i’ll start being obsessed with them again? only time will tell if that were to happen.
as for this account? i don’t intend on deactivating this account because i still cherish this account and i don’t think i’m ready to deactivate it yet. and besides i know some people like to read my stories even though i still haven’t fixed my masterlist—i promise once i have the free time i’ll fix it i swear! so why should i take that away?
anyhow, its been fun. i’m gonna miss writing her…
c ya !!!! 🫶🫶
p.s. if any of my mutuals on here wants to still interact with me, just dm me and i’ll give you my socials (i am technically an anonymous person, and i do go by a fake name so i’m not gonna give it out to anyone)
okay, i just woke up from a nap and the sight i had of chris was not leaving my brain, and i’m gonna make it everyone’s problem.
it was inspired by that video i saw of the cast of the la of one piece, where taz (sanji) was cooking for his cast members and his mannerism while cooking just inspired me to create this thought because it was mayhaps the most attractive thing a person, let alone a man, could do.
(yes my obsession with one piece has officially run so deep i am this 🤏 close to creating a new account for one piece i swear)
for reference; its the first few seconds of this clip, but really watch the whole video and tell me that that wasn’t hot
mdni !!!
picture a chill night with your boyfriend chan. you two were cuddly and all over each other, with emanating giggles and adorations. he just looked down at you while he lays sideways with a grin, “do you want anything to eat? i can order something if you want.”
you smiled at him, shyness rose within you just slightly, as you looked down before looking up at him, “actually, i was hoping maybe you could cook something, like you did a few weeks ago…”
and he looked at you like you were the most adorable creature to run on this earth, endearment just struck through him even further. not bearing to say no, he got up and held your hand to walk yourselves into the kitchen.
chan doesn’t always cook but when he does, he does it only on special occasions or for special people, and you are way greater than special to him. you haven’t seen him cook, but he always does it whenever you feel like having a warm homecooked meal in passing conversation before you come over, otherwise you two mostly stick to take outs.
he sat you down on the bar chair while you look him over across the island as he gathers his ingredients.
“do you have anything in mind?”
“anything you can manage to make…”
he smirks, “i know just the thing.”
and there he starts cooking. you two would talk while he focuses on creating his food, leaving you have most of the space while he does all the work. he would cut down the vegetables into the cutting board, one hand holding knife in a smooth way while the other holds the onion in a way where his fingers don’t get cut. his hands work fast and stoic, matching his eyes as he looks at them, but there would be times he would look up at you while you’re speaking, hands still moving, and his eyes quickly softens and smiles at you before looking down, going back to his concentrated face.
you’ve noticed that mannerism, and you couldn’t help but feel flustered at the sight. he wasn’t doing anything extra, he was just enjoying listen to you while he chops his vegetables, yet that caused you to feel warm within you. even while you carried on talking, you couldn’t help but cross your legs at the sight of chan’s veins in his hands protrudes even more due to the motion and force they’re putting through.
you gulped at the sight, and chan let out a hum, encouraging you to speak, “yeah, and then? why’d you pause?”
his soft voice sent sharp warmth down underneath your stomach, making you flustered even further but you still tried to remain calm and not attempt to pounce on chan while he’s innocently cooking you your meal.
once he was done searing everything and placed everything on the plate, he handed you the dish in a very smooth manner. that whole ordeal felt like years, but really took no more than 20 minutes. he just smiled at you as you looked down at your food in awe.
the presentation was done beautifully, and you were practically salivating over the sight—as if you weren’t earlier but over a different reason. you smiled at chan and complimented his work, all the while he looked at you with a smirk and holding your utensils in one hand.
he walked over to you, standing right behind you and leaned into your ear, his buff arm enclosing you, while your utensils was trapped underneath his large hands. you could feel his hot breath in your neck as he begins to whisper into your ear.
“i saw the way you were looking at me… you thought i couldn’t catch you staring?”
you gasped at his words while he chuckled. he lets go of the utensils, places the knife and fork in each side of your plate, before leaning back to your ears once again, and his words leaves shivers down your spine.
“when you finish eating, i want you to come to my room, so i could later have my meal done by you… don’t leave me hungry…”
…
yeah thanks a lot taz skylar for giving me this wild ass thought (wish had a good closing sentence thought—)
ugh i wish i can start writing up a new fic but uni’s really killing my vibes here,,, not to mention that one piece is slowly taking over my life once again just like it did when i was a kid… i blame the live action show
with felix’s back tattoo, it just got me imagining how he would look with a full tattoo and god, shut me up because the things i’m about to say will result in the nastiest things i’ll utter.
just imagine a full body tattooed-felix, arms covered with sleeve tattoos, back tattoos that covered his upper back, and some neck tattoos along with chest tattoos. his face may have an innocent and angelic feel, but his tattooed body just juxtapose his facial features, reminding you of how powerful he is.
just picture him being on top of you, with his one hand wrapping around your hair and pulling it while the other hand just smack and carress the hit marks he has given you in your ass as he inserts his cock in you harshly, deep voice groaning as he throws his head back, exposing more of his neck tattoos.
or you can picture him wrapping his dark inked hand around your throat, as he thrusts upwards while you ride him, leaving you a whimper and sobbing mess.
SUMMARY
➥ Being a professional-grade porn producer is not your typical nine-to-five, but you like it — the pay is great, the hours are flexible, and it's an intriguing conversation starter. However, things get more than complicated when your infatuation with one of your performers turns into something it shouldn't be.
This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.
※ Bang Chan x afab reader — Pornstar AU, coworkers to lovers, mutual pining, angst, slowburn, smut.
※ Reader discretion advised — Adult themes, graphic depictions of porn and various porn tropes, flawed characters overall, alcohol & recreational drug use, confidence/intimacy/self-worth issues, heavy mutual fantasizing, heavy (almost toxic) jealousy, strong language, explicit sexual content.
CONTENTS · 「58k」
➥ Scene I
➥ Scene II
➥ Scene III
➥ Scene IV
➥ Scene V
➥ Scene VI
➥ Scene VII
➥ Final Scene
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