♱ TRAGIC ♱

Hi! I’m tragic and this is my blog for kpop stuff! I mostly just use this for writing and being deeply delusional :)

My ult group is stray kids and my ult bias is Hyunjin :p

I’m a stay (stray kids), a p1eace (p1harmony), villain (xdinary heroes), and an atiny (ateez) but I really want to start getting into girl groups too! (Twice, lesserafm, illit, etc…)

My bias are who I will mostly write for but if you suggest a good plot to go off of I’ll write for mostly anyone lol.

Skz Bias Line :

Hyunjin

Felix

Minho

Ateez Bias Line :

Wooyoung

San

Hongjoong

Xdinary Heroes Bias Line:

Jooyeon

Goan

P1Harmony Bias Line :

Jongseob

Soul

MASTERLIST

(Open to writing almost anything, but I won’t write incest, racism, SA, Abuse, homophobia etc…)

(Photos and art in this post belong to me, please don’t use without permission)

•Vamp! Bang Chan who has his teeth sunk deep into a wilting neck when he smells it. The strongest sensation he’s felt in decades. A sickly sweet scent of warm blood pulsing at the gates. And the sound of a heartbeat. An intense and foreign sound now rattling his brain as he runs through the prison. The grabbing hands of the dead ripping through the bars trying to grip any part of him they can. Just wishing to be chosen next. Their soul purpose to serve him. But that smell… it pulls to him like a siren in the water.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who ignores the yearning moans behind him as he finally reaches the gates of the prison. The sound of a heartbeat becoming louder, pounding in his skull. Your heartbeat. And it races. You’d been running for 3 hours and had finally lost the dead that had been chasing you. Using the last bit of energy you had, you attempted to climb the fence between you and the large, seemingly deserted, prison.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who stares at you in awe, and slight amusement, as you attempt to climb. Unbeknownst to you. Till you hear a chuckle, making you whip your head up in confusion, landing on the dark haired man standing in front of you….

A man. Not a decaying piece of walking flesh. But someone who is laughing at your struggles. And that realization makes your blood run cold. The last thing you see is the blazing sun as you hit the ground beneath you.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who can’t help but ogle at the woman now lying on his bed. The living breathing woman, adorned in tattered clothes and layers of dirt, that he brought into his home. Using a wet cloth he begins to wipe her down. Wondering where the hell she came from. He hasn’t seen or tasted any one of living blood in years. And his curiosity, or desire, isn’t as contained as he’d hope.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who decided the moment he saw you killing you was a dumb idea. Living blood was hard to come by these days, and he was gonna savor his new gift.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who can smell the adrenaline pumping through you as you jump up in a panic, looking around the room with confusion till your eyes meet his once more, making you jump back in fright. He puts a hand out like you would to a frightened puppy. In hopes you would trust him. In hopes you’d let him keep you. Knowing he would either way.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who is quick to get you to calm down. His persuasive nature lulling you into a trap of safety. The promise of a home and protection from the dangers that had plagued your life for as long as you could remember being an easy decision.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who normally just takes what he wants. Being one of the dead doesn’t matter when your soul is trapped. It gives you power. A way to disguise. But it also means you remember. You live through each day, each decade, each century. And you mostly do it alone.

Finding someone you can spend your days with is special. So he should want to savor you. Use every chance he can get to taste the warmth of your veins.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who’s frightened you’ll waste away. That each drop he’d take would shorten his time with the woman he’s grown so fond of. That each day of joy and fulfillment would end up scarring him in the long run.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who is feeding on one of the dead to ease his mind when you find him. The sound of your heartbeat making him pull away, pushing the dead to the floor, looking to find you in the doorway. He expected a look of horror, or for you to just run away entirely. But the look of hurt lying calmly on your features confuses him. And the 5 little words you question make his brain go fuzzy.

“Why haven’t you asked me?”

•Vamp! Bang Chan who approaches you with caution as you now hold out a hand to him. Well, a wrist. You had wondered if you smelled bad. Or if he thought he wouldn’t like your taste. You’d been here for months. You weren’t blind. You saw how he controlled the dead. Running the prison to keep evil out. But he was kind to you. A life line in the dark you had found yourself in. And if blood was what he needed to survive, did he not to want to survive off you?

•Vamp! Bang Chan who holds your wrist to his lips, inhaling deeply the smell of warmth pumping in you. His eyes are shut tight before he feels your soft fingertips against his cheek and he looks to you. Gripping him gently, you move your head slightly to the side, pulling him towards your neck. He hesitates. His brain short circuiting on what’s the right move when you quietly whisper a ‘please’, and with a deep breath he sinks his teeth into your neck.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who can’t help but feel almost erotic at the small moans leaving your lips with each sip. You grip his neck in return, your nails digging into his skin, making him release with a groan. You thought you might have hurt him till he places his lips back on you. This time meeting with your own in a long over due kiss.

•Vamp! Bang Chan whose fangs now leave marks across your body. You lay sprawled out in his bed as he licks each mark clean. As if waisting your precious blood would be a crime. Each pass of his tongue having you begging for more. The desire to finally feel him after months being overwhelming.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who has your face pressed into the mattress. Gripping your hips tightly as he pushes his length through your warm core. Each thrust making you clench around him, sending a shiver down his spine. It having been decades since he felt the sensation last. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, pulling you back by your arms. The new found position send him deeper into you, making you cry out a lewd moan.

•Vamp! Bang Chan who feels you cum around him as he latches back onto your neck, plowing into you fast with each sip. He doesn’t finish though. Making sure to keep going till you finish again. Leaving you an overstimulated mess before he fills you up. Leaving you slumped over, ass up, as he pulls out. Licking your cunt clean.

Hyunjin’s bags felt like weights as he threw them to the floor by the doorway. The feeling of stone melting off his body in a way that could only be described as mythological. He was finally done. The need to remind himself to breathe now a trivial afterthought pushed to the past.

He loves Paris, he loves the beauty of the city, he loves the art and the culture holding its place strong in the atmosphere, he loves the fashion shows with the intricate details and bumping music. Each step of the models down the runway making a beat in his ears. Soothing him with a rhythm he can tap his fingers too. Grounding himself in the reason he’s there. The music.

But most importantly he loves knowing you’re sitting in the fancy hotel room, waiting for him with a soft smile and delicate fingers. Ready to run them through his hair as he holds you tight, explaining every exciting thing that filled his day in great detail.

Except this time as he walks to the bedroom he doesn’t find you calmly sketching. Or watching a movie in one of his overpriced shirts. He finds you like this…

“Hello beautiful.” He says, his eyes widening slightly as he opens the door to instantly meet your face. A stern look resting in your features. Arms crossed over your chest in some sort of protest. The slight accentuation of cleavage making him falter his calm expression for a second longer than he should have.

“Do you want to explain yourself?” You say and the confusion now is a blank statement on his face.

“Lovely, what are you talking about?” He says placing his hands to your biceps making you glare at him deeper. Ignoring the warmth just his touch spreads across your skin. You pull out your phone to show him the screen.

He can’t help but chuckle at the image of himself in a blue cardigan sitting at the Dior show. Your seriousness leaves you for a second at the sight of his smile before you compose your fake annoyance once more.

“How dare you. Leaving me alone all day while you look like that. I should riot. I can see the headline now. ‘Evil boyfriend leaves his beautiful, smart, funny, talented, and completely non dramatic girlfriend to suffer at home as he flaunts his insane good looks around Paris fashion week in a pretty new outfit!’” You exclaim scoffing at the end of your rant. Throwing your phone on the bed. Tossing yourself down next to it.

“Sweetheart?” He says standing by your legs next to the bed. Leaning over to place a feathery kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Yes?” You say your eyes closed. Letting a shakey breath give away your lack of composure.

“Are you really all hot and bothered over a cardigan?” He smirks moving kisses up your jaw onto your cheeks.

“If you think this is about a fucking cardigan you might be the dumbest man I’ve ever met.” You say gripping softly at the hair by the nape of his neck. Bringing his lips down to finally meet yours. His hips slightly grinding into yours at the pull.

“Let me make up for today.” He says, his hips rolling again with a more deliberate motion making you groan.

“Anything for you.” You let your eyes slip open finding a sweet smile on his lips. The crinkle of his eyes making your heart swell before he leans down latching back onto your neck. Traveling his lips down your chest. Wet open mouth kisses cascading in waves trailing your torso till his teeth grasp the fabric at your waistline.

“Sit back for me sweetheart.” He says releasing it making you whine. But ignoring your lack of patience you scoot closer to the headboard so he can lay between your legs.

The soft lights of the city etching through the hotel windows illuminate his face making your eyes drop to his plush lips, slightly wet by his tongue as he pulls the fabric around your waistline down.

The urge to buck your hips is quickly sedated by the feeling of him licking a stripe up your folds. Placing a brisk kiss to your clit making you shiver. Which he notices. Acknowledging it by running soothing caresses with his large hands across your thighs and hips. A sly excuse to grip your legs, holding them down, pressing his flattened tongue against your clit, circling it gingerly. A flustered groan escaping your throat.

He goes slow, drawing out the relief you’ve been searching for all day. His tongue finding its way to your entrance, letting you grind your clit down onto his nose. Your skin feels like fire. Each past at your walls making your stomach tighten. He’s practically making out with your cunt, letting out deep groans into your core. The vibrations making you roll your hips deeper into his face.

Your hand comes down to his hair pulling just enough for him to let out a whimper. Another wave of arousal coming over you at the sound. He holds your hips down into the mattress and begins to suck your clit. Taking his middle finger and inserting it slowly into your core. A deep moan falling from your lips.

“Jinnie..” You begin to say before he adds another finger. Curling them upwards as he scissors them into you. The wet sound of his full lips on your skin as he sucks is enough to push you over the edge. Your legs clench around his head as you tremble but he continues anyways. Your head falling back as he finishes you off.

He slowly pulls away, blowing cool air gently on your sensitive clit, watching you squirm at the sensation. Leaving small kisses to your inner thigh as he eases his fingers from you. Your head falling deeper into the pillow. The new lack of warmth making you want more.

Taking his glistening fingers in his mouth he cleans them off, letting them leave his mouth with a pop. He comes to lay next to you. Using his dry hand to cup your cheek and bring your lips to his in a painfully slow, but needed, kiss.

“I’m so proud of you.” You sigh into his mouth. “I just wish you didn’t have to be gone all the time.”

“I’m sorry, jagiya.” He whispers and you shake your head.

“Don’t apologize for living your dreams.” You grin, eyes closed.

“I’m not, just for how they affect your feelings.” He places a little kiss to the top of your nose and you return the favor.

You sit up, flipping over to straddle his waist. And he looks up at you through his lashes as you smile down at him.

“I have another kind of feeling we can sort out right now.” You smirk and he lets out a loud groan as you reach under, palming him through his clothes.

“You’re a problem starter.” He lets out as an exasperated chuckle and you just smile sweetly at him.

“You love it.”

Your slicked cunt grinds down onto his clothed, painfully hard, crotch much too gently for his liking. He lifts your hips slightly before sliding his pants down. His dick already spilling with precum making you swallow hard. He goes to line up with your core when you grab him. Feeling it twitch in your hand as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“Who said you get to put it in?” You whisper, leaning down to graze your teeth behind his ear. Sending a few more beads of pre cum dribbling down your fingers.

“Please, sweetheart. I’ve been away from you all day. I want to feel you.” He whines and you kiss his temple softly.

“Exactly, I’ve been locked away all day, all alone. Getting picture after picture of you across every screen I own. And I was so patient. Didn’t even touch myself. No matter how badly I wanted to. So I think I deserve a little patience.” You explain, slowly pumping his cock in your palm. So slow the only thing he can let out is little whimpers.

“Jinnie, baby?” You ask as his eyes crinkle shut and his breathing becomes ridged. “I want you to fuck my thighs.” You say flatly and he groans as you do one last harder pump.

“Please, anything you want.” He begs flipping you over to lay on your side next to him. Your back to his chest. You clench your thighs as he pushes his cock through them. Rubbing against your wet folds in the process. He lets his head hit your shoulder with a deep moan. He begins to pump faster. Each motion hitting your still sensitive clit harder than the last making your jaw fall slack.

Hyunjin holds you from behind, one hand gripped tightly at your waist, the other kneading your tits with his palm. Each thrust growing more frantic and rythm less. And he doesn’t last long before he’s begging again.

“Please lovely, can I put it in. I want to feel you. Please-“ He whines.

“Does my pretty baby need me that bad?” You try to joke but his rutting doesn’t stop and you give in.

“Please.” He begins to moan when you push him down into the pillows straddling his hips once more. Gripping his cock before inching yourself down till you bottom out. The stretch burns so good that you clench around him.

You begin to roll your hips. Fucking yourself, much to his enjoyment. He watches you through heavy lids as your wet thighs smack against his with every thrust. He grips your hips helping you pace yourself as he begins to ram up into you. Bitting his lip harshly as his cock twitches inside you. The feeling of your warm walls gripping him tightly. The sight of your head falling back makes his teeth press a little harder. Your eyes are glassed over slightly as you make eye contact.

You reach down to run your thumb across his lips. He opens up, taking two fingers in his mouth. Sucking slightly. The taste of his own precum hitting his taste buds as his tongue rolls around them. You take them from him, placing them in your own mouth with a groan. He tries to bite his lip again as you grind down, but you grip his neck so he looks at you.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” You say and his body trembles. A loud moan escapes his lips as he begins to buck into you faster.

“Fuck- Hyunjin..” You exclaim, your grip around his neck tightening as he uses one hand to stabilize your hips and the other slips in his mouth before coming down to rub your clit.

“Shit I’m not gonna last!” You finally let out a whimper and he can’t help it anymore. He cums hard, filling you up, the warm pressure and intense thrusts making the hot knot in your stomach come undone. Finishing around him with burning thighs.

You lean forward onto his chest. Slowly rolling him out of you making you both let out shaken breaths. Hot beads dripping down your thighs. You lay there for a second with his arms wrapped around you, running soft fingers up and down your back and delicate kisses to your cheek.

After a few minutes you get up to head to the bathroom. Coming back with a warm wash cloth. You begin to wipe him clean. Leaving small pecks to each area as you finish.

“So you have another show right?” You question quietly.

“Yeah.” He sighs with a slight frown. Looking away from you bashfully. You cup his cheek so he looks at you and he nuzzles into the touch.

“Same time tomorrow?” You joke and he swats your arm softly.

“Fuck you.” He rolls his eyes with a smile and you kiss his nose. Running the towel across his skin.

* Horny!Bangchan who spends an hour before the show stress pacing around the green room. Periodically doing vocal warm ups with each step. But he can’t focus on them even if he tried. There was an ache between his legs taking over every thought in his brain. He tries taking deep breaths, just praying it will go away in time to go on stage.

* Horny!Bangchan who can’t help but feel a slight twitch in his pants as hundreds of people scream for him when he introduces himself. And as the next song starts, he begins to scan the crowd.

* Horny!Bangchan who wishes he could say he noticed your cute sign, which you probably spent hours on, first. Or even how nice you looked with his skzoo clipped on the waistband of your outfit. But it is one of his photocards placed snugly in your bra up against your plush chest that caught his attention first. The strategic low cut of your top bringing his eyes right where you want them. You can’t help but smile slightly as you notice his eyes drift down.

* Horny!Bangchan who palms the growing hardness in his pants down as he heads to the back for an outfit change. He pulls a staff member aside just casually mentioning the section and color of outfit you were in. The staff just nods and pulls his headset closer to his mouth, talking a quiet command into it.

* Horny!Bangchan who is vibrating with anticipation as the show ends. He’s visibly bricked at this point and the other members just roll their eyes as he heads to the room in the back.

* Horny!Bangchan, whose eyes immediately find yours as the door opens. The stack of nda papers, signed, sitting on the table by the soft couch. He almost felt a little bad. You looked so pretty, seated with wide eyes and a nervous smile. He could tell you probably put a lot of effort in your look. Perfectly put together. And he was about to ruin it.

* Horny!Bangchan whose hand is holding your neck up as he plows into you from the back. Each one of your small whines making him want to go faster. He knows the guys are waiting in the green room to leave. But he doesn’t care. The lewd sounds coming from the wet warmth between your legs is addicting. And he doesn’t plan on stoping anytime soon.

* Horny!Bangchan who can’t help but grip at your tits as you straddle his hips. Ridding up and down on his length with a smooth rythm. The urge to push his face into your chest is consuming. And he relinquishes restraint much to easily.

* Horny!Bangchan who makes sure you cum first. It’s the least he can do for having you sign those god damn papers. His hips rut into you as you lay out for him on the couch. The feeling of your walls squeezing tighter around him letting him know he’s on the right track. A loud groan escapes your lips as you fall apart.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who can’t focus on anyone else but you in the chat. Just hoping to see your username pop up every time he turns on the camera. And it does. You’re obsessed.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who sends you personal videos free of charge. You ask him why, and he has no excuse. He just likes to think of your pretty face while filming.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who whimpers your name as he ruts into his own hand. Slow hands turning into begging thrusts as he moans, wishing his hand was yours.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who gets frustrated when you don’t show up on stream one night. He edges himself till you do. And when you don’t he cuts off the stream filming himself finish all over his stomach just to send to you. Whining a string of ‘where were you?’s And ‘I missed you’s with each pump.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who notices his favorite customer has stopped watching his streams completely. His own self doubt clouding his judgment as he pulls up your messages asking if he did something wrong, wiping a tear from his cheek. His plump lips quivering slightly as he hits send.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who gasps as you finally answer, leaping over his bed to open his laptop at the sound of the notification. The words on the screen making him frown slightly. You apologized. Explaining that you had to stop watching. You had grown to attached and you knew it wasn’t healthy since nothing real would ever come from your interactions.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who runs his hands through his hair as a nervous tick. The jump from cold to warm air making him shiver slightly as he heads into the coffee shop.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. You look even more beautiful in person. Sitting in the corner with an iced coffee being shaken slightly in your hand. Those hands that he’s dreamt about.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who smiles like a dork as he sits across from you. Holding your hand in his as he listens to your voice. Wishing he had plucked up the courage to ask you to meet sooner.

•Camboy!Hyunjin who only turns on the camera once in a while to pay the bills. Most nights holding you close to him instead. Running his fingers across your body wondering how he got so lucky.