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taehyuncult · 3 months

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Can we have the bitting situation but with wayv instead 🫣 please?

i’m in love with this omg !!

kun: intimacy with Kun is important in the sense that he uses it to show you how much he loves you. he would be on the giving end, but when he bites it’s very soft and gentle. he would leave marks as a way to show you how much he wants you, but biting is a gentle area for him cause he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way (brb imma go cry now…)

ten: kinky mf LOVES biting. absolutely will bite you whether yall are getting down and dirty or not… like yall could just be sitting there watching tv and if he wants your attention he would bite you instead of asking. also cannot get enough of you biting him. he feels claimed when you do and it makes him happy. same goes for when he bites you, he’s claiming you as his.

winwin: he’s so cute omg… the first time you bite him he would look at you like “why on gods green earth are you biting me?!” i think he’s more similar to kun in the sense that he won’t bite hard, if he does at all, but if yall are having jealous sex? he’s gonna let you know who you belong to… everyone else will see the next day for sure

xiaojun: he’s on the receiving end of this. HE LOVES WHEN YOU BITE HIM!! might let out a wimped or two but you didn’t hear that from me… he’s honestly so down bad for you and he just wants to make you happy… but there’s nothing that makes him happier than you leaving your pretty marks on his skin (crying pt. 2)

hendery: this man omg… yall could be having the most intimate moment and he would bite you out of nowhere, but if you try to bite him he looks at you as if you committed a felony… not that he doesn’t like when you mark him up, he loves that, but HE bites YOU, not the other way around (might give in if you’re extra good for him)

yangyang: feral child i love him so much ! both giving and receiving (he grew up with ten, it’s expected). usually sex with you two starts with playfully biting each other till it becomes some sort of competition, and then the two of you are laying there out of breath, completely naked, with marks EVERYWHERE!! low key always a really cute moment for you two

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jazzitos · 6 months

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ⓘ ☢️🥩 ToxiC WorlD 💬🥀 ໋𓈒

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tigermark · 3 months

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wayv sending you a selfie‧₊˚♡彡

- genre : fluff

- tw : established relationships, cursing, mention of kissing

- a/n : pls ignore the time on winwin's it bothers me too 🙁🙁🙁 also if you get the diary of a wimpy kid reference i love you

#tigermark #nct #wayv #nct fluff #wayv fluff #kun wayv #ten wayv #winwin wayv #xiaojun wayv #hendery wayv #yangyang wayv #kpop

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pudrida · 23 days

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ㅤㅤ ▒᳜᳝᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝⃛ ✟ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ SafeWord.ㅤㅤ98'

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wayvcod · 1 month

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— se esse bar fechar (ele não vem!) ☆

uso pessoal (wayvcod)

eu fiz essa capa como teste, queria testar algo no estilo de uma capa de revista e gostei demais do resultado e acabei fazendo uma história

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hcaeh · 4 months

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WAYVVVVV 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

WHY R WE YELLING!!! but i gotchu 😝😝. hope you don’t mind texts cus that’s the only thing i have for them rn 😞

— plot | theme . smau / texts

— genre . fluff , humor

— warnings . kms joke on hendery’s and fwb xiaojun but i think thats all!!!

#wayv #nct wayv #nct #wayv smau #wavy fake texts #nct fake texts #nct smau #kun wayv #ten wayv #winwin wayv #xiaojun wayv #hendery wayv #yangyang wayv #fake texts nct #kpop #nct fluff #nct humor #wayv brainrot #hcaeh

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luvsqb · 2 months

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even if I become blind like this will you love me forever?

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00127am · 2 months

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signed with love and forever yours, dejun

postage. xiao dejun & gn! reader, mentions of kissing cost to ship. 872 words

there was that time, laying in the open field behind the school, that you asked me why i always avert my gaze around you. i wasn't able to provide you with an answer. and how could i? when you were laying so close to me, nothing more than the thin separation of blades of grass between us. the same grass that i twisted in between my fingers as i fumbled for any semblance of a correct response. you weren't looking for a 'correct' answer, but an honest one, and perhaps--in the grand scheme of all things--that was worse.

it was hot that day. some week in late august, when we were skipping class. a class i shouldn't have skipped. considering the fact that i was flunking it. i had to get kun to tutor me, though i also remembering begging you too. i knew you weren't any good at the subject, but to me, at least, you could never be bad at anything.

you always loved the sound of cicadas. they were loud that day, a steady stream of their chirping that you said sounded like the melody of your favorite song. no matter how hard i tried, i couldn't figure out exactly what you meant. but perhaps that was because they were hard to hear over the beating of my heart. a rhythmic pounding that overtook all other noises beyond the tone of your voice. the up and down waver of your inflection which cut clear through everything else in its way. you sounded like my favorite song that day. though i guess your voice is always my favorite.

the answer to your question, the one you asked about me averting your gaze--if you still care for the answer, i hope you do (pray)--is one that you probably already know. or one you have figured out through my obvious yearning. or told by hendery, the most likely out of the three options. i can't look at you for long, because if i do--if i spot the reflection of myself in your irises and the utter adoration in my own--it becomes obvious what i feel for you.

if you were to look into my eyes, to return my stare with one of your own (the same one that makes my mouth run dry and my chest burn) then you'd catch every bit of longing for you that i hold in my body. the same longing that is desperate for your words, attention, touch, kiss.

if i did answer your question that day, underneath the heat of a dying summer (one which remains immortal in the grounds of my memory) and in a moment caught in time, i'm afraid that i might have kissed you. that my silly, schoolboy crush would have superseded any inkling of common sense in nothing but the sheer hope that you would kiss me back. would you have? kissed me for an honest answer?

i'm being honest now. so when you get this, and if you still care--if you would have rewarded me back then in between the blades of grass and in the lull of the cicada's song that summer--will you repay me with a kiss?

about dejun's love letters.

xiaojun's handwriting is practiced to a degree of elegancy, with swooping ends of consonants and dramatically drawn vowels. everything about him is beautiful, so it only makes sense for this to be as well, with elongated strokes of cursive that seem to be stripped from the fine pages of old prose. despite all of its intricacy and detail, it's always legible. every phrase and sentiment able to be discerned underneath all the glitz and glamor of his penmanship (something he tends to regrets each and every time ten or hendery seems to get their hands on them).

he's a nostalgic person, constantly and consistently returning to old memories to revisit them again and again and again. he loves to write about the past, to remember every detail that made his head spin and his breath catch. and he loves to relive them, though it's nearly melancholy, and to write them down with such a pretty consideration to ensure he'll never forget them. it's for this reason that he writes on white lined paper, the kind you rip out of notebooks or are handed in secondary school. it's rather pointless in the grand scheme of things, since his words transcend lines and sentences break across margins. isn't it really all for the memory, though?

like chenle, xiaojun's letters are not slipped into an envelope, stamped with an address, and signed off with your name. he finds there to be something devastatingly romantic in writing love letters that will never reach their addressee, or at least, don't have the intent too. but he hopes that one day, perhaps in the silence of a conversation or when his hand is clutching yours a bit too tight, that he'll find the courage to enunciate all of his affections. and then deliver the letters, each and every one that he has written throughout all the years he has known you, in the hopes that your love will become something that he can hold with both nostalgia for your younger years and fortune for your future ones.

your mailbox

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jaes1lvr · 7 months

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you said when you met me, you were "bored" 🫥

dedicated to @weishnie <3

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bgarchivee · 8 days

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wayv

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meiideryz · 16 days

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a ride home.

pairing: xiao dejun x reader

length: 1.48k

tags: alternative universe, friends <3, office au, post-celebration, rainy night, employee!xiaojun, employee!reader, fluff

warnings: implied vomiting.

dejun suppressed a laugh, waving at his intoxicated colleagues, their stumbling gait and woozy expressions hinting at the excesses of the poorly mixed cocktails they had consumed. while they stood there, his boss emerged from the scene, a briefcase in his grasp. "well done, everyone. you make me very proud of all of you."

he turned to face where their boss was standing. there was a smile lit up his face, conveying how much he enjoyed the party that everyone had meticulously planned and organized. those who remained sober, including dejun, expressed their gratitude to him for attending this special event for the company.

"i want each and everyone to get home safely, okay? see you all next week." the boss said, bidding farewell to everyone gathered in the venue before he headed out, leaving all of them behind.

dejun's other colleagues had just started undecorating and cleaning the area, and he eventually joined to help. his drunk colleagues unfortunately needed to get home before they vomit all over the place. after all, nobody wants to be cleaning up vomit at 11 o'clock in the evening.

when they soon finished, each colleague parted ways, leaving the building to go home. dejun however, had to stay behind to retrieve his valuables from the office as he remembered leaving it there, so he quickly dashed up the stairs, his steps echoing through the empty halls, climbing two floors to reach his destination.

before he left the building, he noticed that the windows were fogging up. he didn't even realize that it was raining by the time he got inside the office to get his things, and when he came down to head outside, it was still raining.

the air was cold, and dejun shivered.

he had to go inside to borrow an umbrella in the storage room before stepping back outside. the harsh downpour wasn't going to stop, and dejun had no choice but to walk to his car in the rain like this.

just when dejun was about to turn around, he noticed a figure standing in the shed. turns out it was just you, waiting for a taxi to come to drive you back to your residence. he watched you put your arms around yourself, trying to spread the warmth on your body.

there were no signs of taxis on the road, and dejun doubted that the rain would stop very soon, so gathered his courage to approach you under the shed. "hey..."

his voice filled your ears as you turned your head to see him in front of you with an umbrella in his hand.

"dejun? i thought you left already?"

"no, i left behind to get my stuff and i saw you here when i headed out," dejun responded. there was a hint of shivering in his voice because of the cold, so it made him sound like his voice kind of cracked in between his words.

"s-sorry." he cleared his throat, and he could see your lips lifting up into a smile.

"i get it," you tried to assure him from the voice crack, yet he could still see the suppressing smiles behind the hand that was covering your mouth. "it is really really cold."

to think about it, dejun also realized that you weren't wearing anything thick to keep you warm. he didn't want to be looking like a dick and leave you there under the cold hard and harsh downpour of the rain waiting for a taxi as well.

he moved closer to you as he looked into your eyes. "hey, uhm..." he paused, trying to build up the courage of approaching you like this.

"i don't think there will be taxis available in this hour and especially in this rain, so instead of waiting here, please, let me drive you home." it was a nice gesture, he wanted you to stay with him, otherwise you'd be all alone drenched in the cold rain, and he didn't want that to happen.

"really? thank you." dejun heard you say, and with that, he let his blazer gently fall from his shoulders as he placed it over your shoulders, the warmth of his blazer hugging your shivering body. he couldn't help but inhale of the citrus fragrance that lingered around him, but seeing the heat of waves rushed to your face, he quickly retracted back.

"what about you?"

"don't worry about me, dear. you're cold, and it's my job to keep you safe and warm."

after a long pause, he looked down at your hand. "may i?" he whispered to you with his hands trying to reach out for yours. when you gave permission, his own engulfed with yours, bringing you closer to him so that the umbrella could fit the two of you together.

"okay, now we run." dejun began.

he heard you laugh for a moment, and then he laughed too, both thinking that running under the downpour would be a bad idea. but none of you have a choice, it'll only get the two of you there faster.

"just don't let go, so you don't get slipped." dejun whispered. the hand intertwined with his seemed to hold tighter, he looked at you one more time, reciprocating the same tight squeeze on your hand before he counted down. "3...2..."

he watched you clutch onto the blazer he gave before you started running together towards the parked car. it didn't take long for the both of you to get inside the car in a swift motion, opening the door of the car as the two of you literally jumped inside out of fear of being drenched from the rain.

he laughed, gathering himself at his seat while one of his hands fixed the rearview mirror in front of him. "we're not gonna do that again anymore." a breathy exhale that also seemed to be a laughter escaped your lips, fingers combing your hair to fix it.

dejun kept quiet, staring at you in your passenger's seat. you looked so pretty, seeing your smile made his heart race a bit. he swallowed hard and looked away, avoiding to get caught before he turned the engine on of the car.

"you can rest while i drive, okay?" his voice filled your ears. when you gave a nod back at him, it was his sign to put his seatbelt on and drove off.

it was a very quiet ride. dejun's hand clasped around the steering wheel, and the other made its way to press the button for the windscreen wiper, to get the water out of the front window for him to see the road more clearly.

the only thing he was listening to is the static sounds of the radio, as well as the harsh pitter-patter of the rain dropping down on the far. he gave a glance in your direction, seeing that you were looking a bit uncomfortable.

he softly called for your name, only for you to furrow your eyebrows as you shut your eyes, short breaths coming out from you. dejun reached for your forehead before he let the back of his palm touch it. he pulled away quickly saying, "shit, you're burning up."

"w-what?" you weakly said. dejun needed to drive to your place as soon as possible, he needed to compose himself to avoid panicking while driving. "i'll drive there as soon as i can." assuring you to calm down, he kept one hand on the steering wheel once again, and the other reached for the glove box, fingers pressing the button to open it. " try to see if i have any cool fever patch inside there."

he watched you search from his peripheral vision before focusing back on driving, turning the wheel to move around to the corner. your place isn't that far from where you both are right now, and dejun soon noticed that the rain eased off as it turned into drizzle; the sight made him relieved.

dejun found you asleep during the rest of the ride, he tried to reach for your neck to check your temperature, but you were still burning. he was worried of course, he didn't expect that you would get sick this quickly, and he hoped for your fast recovery.

some time later, he slowly drove his car to the side to park. turning off the engine, he got off the car and walked around to the door of the passenger's seat to open it. dejun bent over to move closer to you as he gently shook you.

"we're here. come on, i'll get you to your room." his voice fluttered your eyes open, finding his. you didn't say anything and slowly got outside the car as well. dejun clasped his hand around your wrist, placing your arm around his shoulders, while the other was around your waist, pulling you closer and keeping you steady. "hang on, okay?"