warnings: mdni, mentions of sex, humiliation, reader is a spoiled brat, daddy kink, hair pulling, crying, age gap, oral (m receiving). this is not proof read lol lmk if i missed any
a/n: this is for anon who requested perv!wayv. hope you like it angel 🤍
kun:
* you’re always making jokes about him being old on lives. he rebuttals everytime with “that’s why you call me daddy”. your face drops unimpressed, the members all laugh and you stop picking on him. until next time at least.
* goes with you everywhere, as your leader it’s his job to make sure you’re safe and with a trusted member at all times. you never go anywhere alone, especially without him. not even to your changing room back stage
* likes scolding you, loves seeing your face heat up when you calls you a condescending nickname when he tells you off.
* tells the other members to stop being such creeps in front of fans or on lives, but you know he never means it.
ten:
* ten can be a brat, everyone knows this. but you’re on another level, always pouting at him, stomping your feet and whining for him to do things for you, and suddenly he understands why everyone treats him they they do, cuz he’s always having to put you in your place.
* he treats you like a princess, clearly your whining and complaining works on him more than he likes to admit. always telling fans that he needs to “punish you” for your bad attitude, but it rarely ever works for long.
* during practices he’s always coming up behind you, bear hugging you and pushing his hips into your ass as he kisses your neck.
winwin:
* you always tease him, telling him how everyone thinks he’s this shy quiet respectful boy, but in reality he’s just a sick perv. you like getting under his skin so he can shove your face into your pillow and have his way with you.
* you miss him when he’s gone and it’s clear he feels the same, whenever he returns to the dorms he’s all over you, got you in his lap, his hands up your shirt.
* he’s less lenient than ten, whenever your being a brat while filming a content he always “pretends” to pull your hair with an amused smile on his face, but there’s nothing fake about his strong grip in your locks, a clear warning for you to watch your mouth.
* before he leaves for filming again you’re crying, saying you’re gonna miss him and to come back soon, he can’t help the tent in his pants the forms as more tears fall from your pretty sad eyes.
xiaojun:
* you’re always messing up his plans, eating his snacks or ingredients he was gonna use for his cooking vlog, using his stuff without asking and not putting it back, so he brings the camera to your room asking you what have you got to say for yourself. you always sheepishly apologise and give him a hug, staring up at him with big doe eyes and the camera just picks up the audio of the sigh he lets out and the quick kiss to your lips off camera.
* likes to come to your practices for your solo projects, fans always think it’s cause he wants to learn your girly choreo but it’s really just so he can watch you in your sports bra and shorts as you work for hours on end.
* whenever he walks bella he has you with him, arm around your waist and when fans ask him are you and him dating he always replies yes with a smile while you elbow his side and roll your eyes.
* likes buying you pretty heels for award shows, and being able to hold your hand when you need help walking up n down the stairs to receive your award. everyone thinking he’s such a gentlemen but he just loves touching you.
hendery:
* he’s always posting pictures of you laying in bed bed, head in his lap, your tiny hand wrapped around his thigh.
* likes riling you up so you end up hitting his chest. embarrassing you in front of hosts or mc’s. he always grabs your wrists when you go to hit him, laughing at how easily he can overpower you.
* will post candid pictures of you, some are a little less flattering so you burst into his room shouting at him to delete it. “come suck me off and i’ll think about it baby” and of course you do
* he’s always touching your butt. he doesn’t care where he doesn’t care when, just hands coming up to pat it, fix your skirt, just always wants to touch it and if it’s on national tv or instagram live he doesn’t care.
ot5:
* protective of their precious maknae, an idol expresses their interest in you? they’re biting the insides of their cheeks as they watch as they try flirt with you. proud smiles when you shut them down.
* all their eyes are on you when it’s your turn to speak during interviews, live shows or award shows. eyes are burning into you making you slightly nervous and blush.
* they’re always babying you and treating you like a princess. wherever you wanna eat they’ll go, they just wanna keep their girl happy.
* as much of a brat as you might be, they kinda turned you into that monster as they never stop spoiling you.
Word Count: 520
Summary: “You’re not sleeping out here by yourself. Either we both squeeze onto this tiny couch, or you come back to bed with me.”
Pairing: Ten X reader
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Ten groggily blinked awake, stretching his arm out to the side, only to find cold sheets where warmth should have been. His brows furrowed as he shifted, the faint hum of the heater filling the silence of their bedroom.
He rolled over and glanced at the clock—2:47 AM. Too late for you to still be up, yet too early for you to already be moving around. His sleepy confusion turned into mild concern as he sat up, rubbing his eyes before swinging his legs off the bed.
Padding out of the bedroom, he followed the dim glow of the living room lamp. His steps faltered when he saw you curled up on the couch, a thin throw blanket barely covering you. Your arm was tucked under your head, body curled in a way that looked anything but comfortable.
Ten sighed quietly, kneeling beside you. His fingers ghosted over your cheek before brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “What are you doing out here?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
You stirred but didn’t fully wake. He frowned, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of you—your brows slightly furrowed, the way your body seemed tense even in sleep.
Guilt pricked at him. Did something happen? Did he do something?
“Babe,” he whispered, shaking you gently. Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused at first until recognition settled in.
“Ten?” your voice was barely above a whisper.
“Why are you sleeping here?” he asked again, softer this time.
You hesitated before mumbling, “I didn’t want to bother you.”
Ten frowned. “Bother me? Love, you never bother me.” He reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “What’s wrong?”
You sighed, looking away. “You seemed really tired today, and I didn’t want to wake you up with my tossing and turning.”
Ten’s lips parted in realization. “baby… that’s—” he exhaled, shaking his head before shifting to sit on the couch beside you. “Come here,” he murmured, gently tugging at your arm.
You blinked up at him, confused. “Huh?”
“You’re not sleeping out here by yourself. Either we both squeeze onto this tiny couch, or you come back to bed with me.”
You chewed on your lip. “But—”
“No buts,” Ten cut in, wrapping his arms around you and effortlessly lifting you up. A startled squeak left your lips as he carried you bridal-style back to the bedroom. “See? No effort at all. You could never be a bother.”
Setting you down on the bed, he slid in beside you, pulling the covers over both of you before wrapping an arm securely around your waist. His warmth quickly enveloped you, making it impossible to protest.
“You don’t have to sleep somewhere else just because you think I need rest,” he mumbled against your hair. “I sleep better when you’re next to me.”
Your heart softened at his words. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, melting into his embrace.
“Just promise me you won’t do it again.”
You nodded, letting sleep finally take you, this time wrapped in Ten’s warmth where you belonged.
Summary : Have you ever thought about a dating contest where you have to guess who your soulmate is? No? Well don't worry! Because here you will discover who the love of your life is in just three months, four boys just for you willing to do anything for you to choose them, but it's not as easy as you thought, only one of them is your true love, you will talk to him anonymously while the rest also talk to you, and every two days you will have to choose one of them to go on a date with, do you dare?
Warnings & Tags : Swearing, kms jokes, maybe smut... and more
Date : Start : 12 jan | End : ...
Updates : Irregular
0 : Profiles [Y/N'S GROUP | CONTESTANTS | WHO! APP]
1 : This is Giselle's fault
2 : Hot guy and weirdo
3 : Luke, Lucy, Luna
a/n : The fun thing is that im the only one that knows who is the soulmate and it will be revealed at the end (i will make pulls to choose who do you think it is)
synopsis: yangyang is a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one.
tags: alternative universe, rock band au, wayv ensemble, unrequited love, rockstar!yangyang ft. hendery, one-sided attraction, implied pining, house partying, yangyang is head over heels for you consented, drunk kissing, slight heavy make-out session, alcohol consumption, mentions of vulgar/foul words.
note: the plot idea came from my sibling who intended to make this as a xhy social media au to be posted on another platform (if you are interested in reading it, please anticipate later on in twitter!), so i was granted permission to write their favorite part of the plot to see how it would turn out, and here it is!
yangyang couldn't understand why every person he knows is so drawn to him but not you.
he was that rockstar who played his maroon matted electric guitar in big bars to perform on stage. he was that rockstar that everyone would talk about in broad daylight. he loved the way people would get excited seeing him at his gigs and get asked to take pictures with him.
but the fact that out of all people, you don't show interest in him in the slightest bit upsets him.
one of his friends was hosting a party later tonight, and he was asked to perform at their place. yangyang made sure to dress nicely in case you were coming to see him perform.
when he and his band arrived, you were already there chilling in the backyard; drinking, talking, having fun with your friends. wanting to approach you, he took a step forward with a gentle smile on his face that was completely wiped off as soon as his other band member snaked his arm around your waist. the man holding you closer to an intimate position which led you to place your palms on his chest.
“hey, beautiful.”
right, he exactly understood why you never had interest in him.
he had no choice but to watch hendery spew out sweet words to you. he stared at your reddened cheeks, letting out a nervous breathy laugh while the man before you held you still with a hand on your hip.
“we’re about to perform, cheer for me?” the way hendery held eye contact with you was long and arousing. yangyang couldn’t handle watching anymore, tearing his eyes away from the scene, leaving the band member alone.
as he walked towards the set where they were gonna perform, the sound of short breaths coming from his back until a hand grabbed on his shoulders to stop him.
“why'd you leave me there?” hendery asked, there was laughter in his tone, which made yangyang roll his eyes. he took the maroon electric guitar in his grasp before turning on the amplifier beside him to adjust the sounds.
“jealous, perhaps?” a question that kept him still in his spot.
yangyang knew he was trying to insinuate things, but he also knew that he wasn't wrong for that. although his friend had his eyes for you, yangyang wanted you, too- despite how impossible it was considering the fact that you were at the brink of being wrapped around hendery’s finger.
“i don't have time for that,” prompted him, his tone sounded harsh and rude, but the latter never questioned. “you know, what i want you to do right now is to get the others. we'll be performing in 10 minutes.” completely deviating from the topic, a sigh left the latter's lips before leaving the guitarist alone in the area to set up the instruments.
when yangyang performed on stage, he scanned the crowd in search of you because seeing you always left him in excitement, thrill, and motivation. he wanted to impress you so much that during their performance, he turned the volume knob up to blast the sounds of his electric guitar, purposely overpowering the other instruments being showcased by his band mates. they would give him stares, but he didn’t care.
what matters to yangyang is that everyone would get on their feet and jump to the beat, and there he could see you, just watching the band perform.
his heart raced, finally getting your attention as you stared at him. it saddened him by how impassive you were, and to fix that, he flashed you a smile before going back to strum his fingers on the strings of the instrument. his charismatic image sparked the performance, causing the people to remarkably cheer for the band that gave him a content look on his face. yangyang grinned when you looked away, as he wondered if your cheeks heated up under the flashing color fairy lights shining and blinking above.
by the time they were finished, the band got off stage to have their time to rest too. hendery left to get the drinks, ten followed to get the food, and kun thanked the host for letting them perform at their house party.
the rockstar sat in one of the tables in the corner while the next performing band played a soothing jazz genre in the background. a helmet resting beside his clothed thigh while he thumbed over the motor gloves he was wearing in his hands. he inspected the area, finally looking in your direction at the other side of the yard as he watched you talking to your friends. he was so fixated on you, and wondered why you didn't feel the same.
moments passed after casually having a conversation with kun, his eyes found their way back to the direction where you previously were, only to find no one.
he looked back at the latter, “hey uhm, i'm going back inside, really need to use the restroom right now.”
getting the chance to excuse himself, he headed inside the house through the crowd. the pulsating of his heart throbbed from the loud beats coming from the speaker that is somewhere around the room that didn't matter to him.
walking through the crowds was such a hassle to get to the other room, his voice low and soft as he gently pushed through people. it took him a while to do so, the room was illuminated by led lights so it was hard for him to find the exit area to the next room with such minimal source of light.
once he arrived at the corridor, the roaring sounds of screaming filled the room next to him. of course, hendery's voice can't go unnoticed. yangyang exhaled, walking past the door, not feeling the need to come inside and deal with the latter's drunken state. he then continued to find where the restroom is. it could possibly be upstairs, but he might end up witnessing something that he shouldn't need or might regret seeing.
avoiding the 2nd floor, he continued searching for an available restroom. when he finally found one, he wasted no second getting inside, instantly reminding himself that he got here with a motorbike, and he couldn't risk getting into an accident from drinking too much. yangyang faced the dirty mirror that was filled with smudges of fingerprints and lipsticks. not that he minded it, it was a party after all, he expected these to happen in a house party.
opening the faucet, he removed the leather gloves from each hand, placing it aside before gathering a normal amount of water in his palms, splashing it to his face to try and sober himself up. he repeated the procedure several more times before wiping his face with a clean towel he found in the drawers.
as he was about to turn off the faucet, the door beside him swung open. startling the rockstar, he reacted quickly, backing away from the door with a wide-eyed expression. then the look on his face softened, finding you holding onto the doorknob.
he watched as your legs couldn't hold you up anymore, with one step your body launching forward to the ground. “fuck!” yangyang instinctively held his arms out to catch you, preventing you from falling on the floor.
“i got you, i got you.” he repeated, assuring you in an embrace where you nuzzled yourself in his chest, letting out a laugh as your hands were placed around his shoulders. he heard you slur, telling him how good he was at playing the guitar, following with how good he was with his fingers. yangyang felt like his mind was going blank, hearing some very vulgar words you were whispering to him that he wouldn't even dare to think about.
you really were that drunk.
yangyang's cheeks heated up, shifting in his position to hold you properly in his arms. “god, what have you been drinking this whole time?”
“red juice,” you beamed in between hiccups and sniffles. because of the proximity, yangyang couldn't help but feel his heart race at how close you were to him. you were really pretty up close and he wished he could just stare at you for how long he wanted— but you needed help right now and gaping at you wasn’t the best option in this situation.
“hey, let’s get you sober up, okay?” his arms moved down to your thighs, holding it firmly before lifting you up to place you on the restroom counter. your hands never parted away from his neck, instead, you interlock your hands together as you keep clinging onto him, making it harder for yangyang to actually help you.
“look, i’m trying to help you here,” he sighed, his hands going up to clasp around your wrists, trying to pull it down. “your friends might also be looking for you.”
“i don’t care.” you responded, following with a hiccup leaving your lips. “i’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”
even if yangyang wanted to believe that, you were drunk. he knew what you were like towards him if you weren’t wasted at all with all that drinking. he did wish that there was more to what you stated, as some people said that one’s true feelings unveil when they’re under the influence.
“y-you’re drunk, you don't mean that.” he tried to pull your arms away from him for the second time, only for you to pull him closer.
yangyang's breath hitched, finding himself entangled in an embrace with his face inches to yours, the invitation of your lips tempting him to close the gap.
he composed himself, his arms caging in between your body as his palms rested on the counter to balance himself. as much as the desire was kicking in, he wouldn't do such a thing to you especially of how intoxicated you were, your vulnerability lay bare before him.
“come on, i need to help you and you need to help yourself. we’ve been here for god knows how long and people might start looking for—”
a pair of lips brushed against his. his completely blown pupils dilating at the action as the way you slid your tongue against his bottom lip melted him entirely, his soul leaving his body at that very moment.
yangyang was a nervous trainwreck at this point, not sure whether to push you away or to reciprocate. no matter how much he wanted you so bad, he wouldn’t want to be in conflict with someone who also liked you, especially hendery. he was a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one. the drummer had already expressed to the rest of the band that he liked you for too long, yet how he craved for your flavored chapstick smearing over his lips, your mouth driving him insane, and shared breaths between kisses was something he yearned for in every way.
he had fallen hook, line, and sinker.
fuck it, hendery won’t know.
it didn't take long before yangyang returned the kiss. he fluttered his eyes closed as he matched the pace of your lips while his hands traveling to grip the sides of your hips to hold you still. he wasn't so sure anymore if he was still sober, but one thing he is certain is how much he felt drunk from the make-out session.
the air around him turned hot, and somehow your hands were now on his hair, tugging it lightly, pulling him closer. his nails digging into the cloth covering your skin. how he wanted to get that thing away, but he eventually didn't as he just wanted to concentrate on your lips over his.
it was merely a perfect mold to his. both lips moved with such passion and hunger for each other as your tongue slipped into his mouth with ease, causing the rockstar to let out a breathy moan.
he felt his heart thumping against his ribs and your chest the more you tried to close the gap between you. the rhythm of both lips turned sloppy, messy, and fiery, craning his neck to deepen the kiss. yangyang knew that once he broke the kiss, he would never get to feel your lips on his again— yet his lungs were screaming at him, begging and seeking for air.
yangyang's chest heaved up and down, finally abandoning your lips to catch his own breath. his sweaty forehead covered in his bangs rested against yours, completely worn out and drained while his hot breath fanned over your mouth.
“you know, you and i are going to regret this when we wake up tomorrow.” he mumbled through exhales. you laughed in return, and it was such a pleasant sound for the rockstar.
an hour passed by and everyone soon left the party, including you. yangyang carried his things to the truck of kun’s car along with the other instruments and equipment. he gave a double pat on the shiny steel of the vehicle. “there you go, take care of roxanne for me.”
kun scrunched his nose up at the name, an eyebrow raised while looking at him. “roxanne?”
“my guitar.”
“...right.” kun's gaze went back to the front window of his car, the key that was inside the ignition key was pulled back out after he had started the engine. yangyang could see hendery and ten's sleeping silhouette in the backseat through the tinted windows, tired after all the performing, eating, and drinking.
“where were you a while ago? i was looking for you after i found out you've been gone for too long,” the former questioned, which made the latter feel a lump in his throat.
“sorry,” he apologized, “i went up to the balcony to use some stig.”
“oh, well...are you coming with us?” kun asked, hands gripped on the stirring wheel. yangyang refused, waving his hands at him and indicating the three to leave without the rockstar. “i came with my motorbike, i'd be fine alone.” signaling them to go, kun made no second thoughts before driving away from the party, leaving him alone with his motorcycle just around the corner.
he walked back into the backyard where he found his friend and other people cleaning up the area, picking up the used cups and plates on the grass. his hand grasped onto the helmet that he left a while ago during the party as he carefully placed it on his head, adjusting the helmet so that it wasn't too loose nor too tight to wear.
“i’ll get going, thank you!” he yelled out, calling his friend's attention, to which the latter smiled, acting out a salute gesture to acknowledge his presence and bid farewell.
yangyang set his foot out to leave the house, and there he saw his motorcycle at the side that awaited him. he made sure to look at the road before crossing, not wanting to run into some vehicles like he did last time.
the keys in his pants jingled as he took it out, inserting it into the ignition to start the engine of his motorbike. he ensured that his extra helmet was inside the storage under his seat before hopping on, and once he did, he left the area.
he crashed into his bed by the time he arrived at his apartment, and when he woke up this morning, his head throbbed from the massive hangover he had last night. he found himself tucked with the velvet covers of his mattress, his throat dry and itchy, and the oppressive force of his headache squeezing his head tightly.
his phone that was on the nightstand next to him was filled with notifications of messages from his friends. he was met with a video clip that was sent to him and some screenshots of people commenting under the video that was uploaded in a social media platform.
then his heart dropped, watching the video of you and hendery kissing each other at the party last night.
note: obviously buffy inspired! maybe i’ll write based on this idea eventually, but i admit the fantasy elements are a little outside of my realm of expertise. if you are a writer inspired by this post, pls feel free to write! tag me in whatever you create :]
also, nct wish not included bc i am not familiar with them
synopsis: the oracle (haechan) declares: there are two vampire slayers for every generation; one who slays by the light of the sun (taeyong) and another who slays by the light of the moon (y/n). The sun-slayer attracts allies who thrive in the daylight, like angels, while the moon-slayer attracts allies who thrive in the moonlight like werewolves, fallen angels, and scarred humans.
The moon-slayer is on the brink of death after being bitten by a vampire. A vampire with a soul (yuta) sucks the venom out of the moon-slayer, forming a blood-bond with her that makes it impossible for them to kill each other.
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johnny — vampire informant; a man who has had too many close scrapes with vampires, dresses like a vampire but accessorizes with holy items to keep them at bay
taeyong — sun-slayer; the vampire slayer who calls upon the angels of light, protective of the moon-slayer, convinced that yuta has corrupted the moon-slayer, swears revenge
yuta — vampire; stirred by his soul to save the moon-slayer when she is bitten by a feral vampire, spends much of the video on the run; delighted when the moon-slayer can’t kill him
doyoung — angel; loyal to the sun-slayer, kills enemies with his voice
jaehyun — guardian angel; loyal to the sun-slayer but guardian of the moon-slayer
jungwoo — fallen angel; falls to answer the moon-slayer’s call
mark — werewolf; answered the moon-slayer’s call and imprinted on her at first sight, his love for her outweighs his hatred of the vampires
haechan — oracle; declares the fate of the slayers in riddles, his predictions are rarely helpful, revealed true only in hindsight
reader — moon-slayer; the vampire slayer who calls upon the creatures of the night, initially tries to escape her slayer destiny by moving to a new city, prefers the powers of the sun-slayer, attracted to the goodness of the sun creatures—especially her guardian angel, soul is indebted to yuta
wayv
kun — human; warned by ten about the existence of vampires
ten — dhampir; originally committed to eradicating vampires, but experiences thirst for the first time when he meets y/n
winwin — vampire; born as a vampire, he knows how to hide his nature by feeding on psychic energy instead of blood
xiaojun — vampire; born as a vampire, he is uninterested in hiding his nature, honestly has no shortage of willing victims
hendery — werewolf; born as a werewolf, averse to violence even against vampires
yangyang — werewolf; new werewolf, tries to avoid conflict by avoiding vampires altogether, but his hunting instincts are too strong
dream
renjun — human; y/n’s most trusted human friend who helps her research vampires
jeno — human (turned vampire); when he is turned into a werewolf, y/n’s dangerous secret world is opened up to the dreamies
jaemin — “human” (actually nephilim); y/n’s neighbor and crush, bears the aura of the sun so y/n struggles to believe he is a human, both jaemin and y/n are convinced that they are protecting each other
chenle — human; makes it his mission to become a vampire when he learns that they exist
jisung — human; y/n’s neighbor and first friend in the new city, she returns to slaying to save his life from a feral vampire, but she wipes his memory because she thinks that’s more merciful than making him swear a vow of silence
