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chan's bf 🦷
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27 • he/him • 🐺🐰🐿 • nsfw + rpf • minors DNI • ur local tooth fucker 🦷 #chansbfFICS

🔗 https://ao3.org/users/chrisbangsbf
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original
February 9, 2025 at 11:18 PM
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#chansbfEDITS
February 9, 2025 at 11:18 PM
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fuck it. horizontally spinning vampchan
January 7, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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i can almost see his kitty tail swishing
January 7, 2025 at 4:35 PM
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vamp chan looking at the carnage he left behind after his meal and giggling
December 27, 2024 at 7:38 AM
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No Archive Warnings Apply, Lee Minho | Lee Know/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Yang Jeongin | I.N, Lee Minho | Lee Know, Voyeurism, Friends With Benefits, self fuck, as in literally fucking ur own ass, Autofellatio, Anal Sex, failed double penetration, Creampie, Self Creampie, Felching, Kink Exploration, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
December 27, 2024 at 6:34 AM
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you should love yourself

– Minho/Jeongin (2.7k)
// voyeurism, self fuck, kink exploration, autofellatio, failed dp, felching
(more tags below) #chansbfFICS

🔗 ao3.org/works/61442761
you should love yourself by chrisbangsbf Summary: It's kind of ridiculous, if he thinks about it– literally fucking himself. But every time he slides his fingers out of his thoroughly slick hole and replaces them with the thick tip of his cock, he can't possibly care. It's not like anyone would ever see him do this anyway.
December 27, 2024 at 6:34 AM
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[2/2]
"What?" Chris asks, thumbs tapping away at her screen. She seems unbothered by the way he grabs handfuls of her ass, how he spreads her apart and drags the head of his cock over her. He licks his lips and imagines the way her puckered hole might be fluttering from his touch. It makes his fingers tremble. Leaning down to nose at the back of her neck, he inhales deeply at her hairline, eyelids closing as her scent washes over him. "You smell so good, noona." "You would think so, you little freak," she says, words causing a flash of warmth across his cheeks. "I haven't showered." Jisung doesn't care. He loves her like this. Damp with sweat and musky. He just humps against her faster, smearing uncoordinated kisses to the side of her face. "Noona– can I eat your pussy?" She hums, as if there's any way she'd say no. If there's one thing Jisung has learned since he'd somehow managed to worm his way into his big sister's pants, it's that she secretly loves this just as much as he does. She'd never admit it– would never admit that teaching Jisung how to touch a woman had been one of her own dirty little fantasies come to life. That she is endeared, and turned on, by how much of a perverted loser he is. By how much he wants her. "You better cum first, 'cause I'm not helping you," she eventually says, going back to scrolling through her phone. He had planned to, anyway. It doesn't take him much longer to tip over the edge, spilling warm and wet into his shorts. It never takes long with Chris. His grip on her waist is bruising as he rides out his high, wishing he could have finished in the dimples at the base of her spine instead. Maybe even inside her. Breathing heavily, he sits back and lets Chris roll onto her back. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at him as he pulls her knees apart and kneels between them to bury his face between her legs. He curses, sniffing her crotch deeply– it reminds him of when he used to steal her panties from the dirty laundry. The shame makes him salivate. Peeling her little biker shorts off, Jisung feels his spent cock already starting to twitch back to life. She's freshly waxed, pink and smooth and already a little wet from the looks of it– again, she can pretend to be uninterested all she wants, but her body doesn't lie. "You're so sexy," Jisung says, pinching her puffy pussy lips between his fingers and kissing them. "My noona..." Chris' clit twitches and Jisung can't help but smirk. The first swipe of his tongue is teasing, but then he can't hold himself back anymore. He eats his sister out like a starved man, lapping at her pussy and sucking her clit between his lips. He knows exactly what she likes by now– that she likes him to focus on her clit, likes for him to pull her hood back and circle his tongue against her like he's trying to blow bubblegum. When she comes, it's with a stuttery little moan that makes Jisung rut against the mattress. Her legs shake around him, but he doesn't stop. He licks at her until he pulls a second orgasm from her clit, until there's a hand in his hair yanking him up and away. Her pussy is swollen, red from his stubble– he could eat her out all day, drink down a gallon of her slick and still want more. Her eyes are heavy when he finally stops staring between her legs. She looks like she wants to say something, but he doesn't push her. "Gonna– again," Jisung whimpers, humping the bed with reckless abandon, every ounce of shyness gone from his body. That is, until Chris pulls him up her body and into a kiss. She rarely kisses him. "Wha–" "Here," she whispers, reaching down to slide her hand into the front of his pants. The slide is slick as he fucks her fist, and it's only a handful of thrusts before he's coming again, coating her pretty fingers and gasping out loud. Overwhelmed and sensitive. Caught off guard. She kisses the corner of his mouth and wipes her hand on his shorts, but before he can say anything else, she's back to her phone once again. Completely ignoring the way there are tears in Jisungs eyes. He loves his sister so much. Especially having her like this.
December 12, 2024 at 7:50 PM
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// chnsvng sibling incest , cisswap (fem chn), casual/ignored , dry humping , scent kink , coming in pants , pussy eating [1/2]
#chansbfDRABBLES

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/431022...
"Noona," Jisung whines. It's a little pathetic, needy. The same voice he always uses when he wants something from her– for her to give him a ride to Felix's, for her to cook him dinner, for her to let him touch her. Chris looks up from her phone for all of two seconds, long enough to see him wringing his hands in her doorway, before huffing and turning onto her stomach. It's invitation enough for Jisung to gently shut the door behind him and crawl onto her bed. "Noona," he repeats as he presses himself along her back, cock stiff as it nudges between her ass cheeks. He still feels nervous as he rocks forward, even though she's been letting him do this kind of thing for about a month already.
December 12, 2024 at 7:50 PM
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my pp hard ngl
December 2, 2024 at 11:27 PM
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suture set credit @/iliketopokeholes2.0 on insta
Additional Tags: BDSM, Piercings, Play piercings, Piercer Lee Minho | Lee Know, Needles, Needle play, Masochism, its pretty mild tbh, Photography, Hand Jobs, sutures, Mild Blood, Artist/Canvas
November 20, 2024 at 3:58 PM
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suture

– Chan/Minho (1.6k)
// bdsm , needles , piercing play , mild blood
(more tags below) #chansbfFICS

🔗 ao3.org/works/60713455
suture by chrisbangsbf Summary: “You’re sure about this?” Minho asks again, though this is a routine they’ve indulged in plenty of times by now. Chan’s comfort, and discomfort, is Minho’s top priority. Chan’s smile is small but certain. This may be their biggest project together yet, but he’s prepared, excited. "Yes. I trust you.”
November 20, 2024 at 3:54 PM
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based off this tweet
// littlespace , age regression
November 19, 2024 at 10:55 PM
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[2/2]
Jisung giggles, leaning back slightly to regain his balance before pulling back harder, his arms straining with the effort. "I'm gonna win, puppy!" he exclaims, his words slurring slightly. His grin is wide, his laughter filling the room. Minho watches from the couch, a soft, knowing smile on his face as he observes the scene. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his gaze shifts fondly between the two. He doesn’t need to intervene yet; this moment of carefree joy is all they need. Jisung tugs the rope again, this time yanking it out of Chan’s mouth with a dramatic flourish. “Ha! Got it!” He jumps up, hands going up in the air in victory, his little feet shuffling on the carpet as he does a clumsy little celebratory dance. His sock almost comes off. Chan whines playfully, flopping onto his back to paw dramatically at the air. He rolls over, his tongue still hanging out, eyes bright with unspoken challenge. “Ruff! Ruff!” he barks, body wriggling furiously as if to say, "You won't get away with this!" Jisung laughs, crouching down to the floor to join Chan, his small form bending awkwardly as he hugs the toy close. “I’m the best at tug-of-war,” he declares, eyes sparkling with pure joy as he reaches out to pet Chan affectionately on the head, ruffling his mess of curls.. “You’re too slow, puppy!” Chan wags his "tail" harder, scooting closer with a playful puppy growl. He nuzzles Jisung's cheek, as if conceding defeat– but only for now. Minho chuckles from his spot, the sound low and affectionate. “Alright, you two. I think it's time for a break before one of you falls asleep from all the playing.” Jisung flops down onto his back next to Chan, giggling as they both look up at Minho. “Can we do it again later, hyungie? I like playing with Channie!” Minho smiles warmly, nodding. “Of course, baby. But maybe some snacks first, hm? I bet you’ve both worked up an appetite.” Chan barks happily at the mention of snacks, his puppy-like enthusiasm never fading. Jisung looks over at him, nodding seriously as if they've communicated an agreement. “Okay. Snacks and then more games later! I’ll win again!” The two of them share another giggle, their joy infectious, as Minho watches over them with a gentle, fond expression.
November 19, 2024 at 10:55 PM
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// fluff , age regression , littlespace , animal headspace [1/2]
#chansbfDRABBLES

little svng and pupchnnie playdate!

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/431022...
Jisung is sitting on the floor, legs crossed, his hands gripping one end of a plush rope toy. His big eyes are wide with excitement, his cheeks flushed in that innocent, childlike way that happens when he’s immersed in playing with Chan. He looks so small, so... unburdened by the world. Chan is beside him, crouched on all fours, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyes sparkling with mischief. His fluffy ears go slightly askew as he tugs on the rope. The toy bounces between them, stretching and snapping back with each tug. “Grrr,” Chan growls, his voice a playful mimicry of a dog, clip-on tail wagging behind him. He gives the rope another determined pull, dragging Jisung a little closer to him.
November 19, 2024 at 10:55 PM
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based on this tweet
November 17, 2024 at 8:32 PM
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// chansung, fluff, vampire jisung who can shapeshift into a bat 🦇
#chansbfDRABBLES

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/431022...
The door clicks shut behind them as Chan drops the bags onto the kitchen counter, a tired but content smile tugging at his lips as he glances over at Jisung. They’ve spent the afternoon running errands together, but now that they’re home, there’s only one thing on Jisung’s mind. Without a word, the vampire takes a step back, his eyes lighting up with that familiar, mischievous glint. In the blink of an eye, he’s gone– replaced by a small, dark bat that flutters lightly around Chan’s head. Chan chuckles, shaking his head. “You know, you could have waited until we put the groceries up,” he says fondly, reaching out carefully to catch the tiny bat in his hands. "You're lucky you're so cute." Jisung chirps softly, his tiny wings fluttering in as Chan cradles him gently, pulling him close to his chest. The warmth of Chan’s touch calms him instantly, and he nestles into the soft fabric of Chan’s hoodie. Chan makes quick work of putting away the items that need to be refrigerated, deciding to worry about sorting the other things later. “Look at you,” he coos, making his way to the couch. “My little batty baby, just need a nap now, don’t you?” Jisung blinks his tiny bat eyes slowly, curling his small body into the cozy pocket of Chan’s hoodie as if it’s the safest place in the world. He chirps again, a high, cute sound that makes Chan’s heart melt. “How do you always manage to be this adorable?” Chan murmurs, settling down and adjusting his hoodie to make sure Jisung is tucked in just right. He lets his fingers trace the soft fur of Jisung’s little bat form, the sensation making him smile. Jisung’s chirps quiet down, and his tiny wings flutter once more before he stops moving, resting in the warmth of Chan’s embrace. The soothing rhythm of Chan’s gentle petting seems to lull both of them, and Chan leans back against the couch, feeling his own eyelids grow heavy. His hand continues to stroke the bat’s soft fur, and his breathing evens out as sleep begins to take over. Eventually, everything in the apartment grows still– only filled with the soft sound of Chan’s snoring and the occasional rustling of Jisung in his pocket.
November 17, 2024 at 8:32 PM
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// periods
original
November 16, 2024 at 11:16 PM
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original
November 16, 2024 at 11:13 PM
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local catboy judging dogboys
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November 16, 2024 at 11:13 PM
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// periods #chansbfEDITS
jisung in minho's DMs after they hooked up One Time
November 16, 2024 at 11:10 PM
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based on these old ass tweets

// murder bfs , knives
November 15, 2024 at 2:41 AM
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[2/2]
Without a word, Minho moves toward the counter where his knives are carefully arranged. The deliberate sound of metal being sharpened fills the space– sharp, rhythmic, and constant. The motion is fluid, practiced. Minho has honed the art of sharpening his blades as much as he’s honed everything else in his life. The sound is steady, almost hypnotic. Like the gurgling of a man's last moment. Hyunjin’s breath catches at the first scrape of metal on stone. He doesn’t look up, but he can feel it– the sudden tenderness in the room, the way Minho’s presence fills his senses, grounding him. The storm outside loses its edge as the soothing scrape of the blade continues. Hyunjin’s hands stop shaking, his body slowly relaxing into the sound. Minho’s lips quirk up at the edges, the smallest trace of a smile tugging at them. He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand moves to Hyunjin’s chin, lifting it gently until their eyes meet fully. For a moment, time seems to stand still, the space between them charged, filled with something silent and understanding. Minho leans in, brushing his lips against Hyunjin’s forehead first, then along his temple, each touch careful, deliberate. When he finally presses his mouth to Hyunjin’s, the kiss is slow at first– lingering, soft. The storm outside roars louder, but the air between them settles, a quiet intensity forming as Hyunjin leans into the kiss, seeking the steady calm that only Minho can give him. The calm after a kill. The calm after a storm. The knife rests on the table, its work finished for the moment, but Minho doesn’t move away from Hyunjin. His hands find their place at Hyunjin’s neck as he crawls into his lap, holding him close, grounding him further. The sound of the storm fades, and the only thing Hyunjin hears is the soft exhale of Minho’s breath, steady and sure. Minho pulls away slightly, his eyes searching Hyunjin’s face with quiet affection, a small reassurance in the way he holds his gaze. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and in that moment, Hyunjin believes it. The storm outside may be wild, but inside, there’s nothing but the comfort of being with the only person he trusts. His beloved, his person.
November 15, 2024 at 2:41 AM
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hyunjin is scared of thunderstorms. miho sharpens his knives to help distract him.

// storms , comfort , implied murder bfs , knives 🔪
#chansbfDRABBLES [1/2]

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/431022...
Outside, the night sky is cracking open with thunder, rain and wind lashing against the windows of their apartment. Inside, Hyunjin curls into himself on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. He tries to steady his breathing, but the storm claws at him, pulling him out of himself, away from the calm he needs. He wishes he could find beauty in it somehow, make art or poetry of it, but instead, all he feels is how oppressive and thick the air is. Like the walls are closing in on him. Minho watches from the kitchen, his gaze quiet, calculating. He knows the storm unsettles Hyunjin. He’s seen it before, how the thunder breaks something inside him, how the sharp crack of lightning makes him flinch like a cornered animal. But Minho knows how to bring him back. He’s always known.
November 15, 2024 at 2:41 AM
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November 13, 2024 at 7:22 PM