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i’m not a horny person, just he is so freaking hot
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this is better than porn (2)
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this turn of events | d.sc
featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader
word count: 1172 words
author's note: every time i write something with wayv i can and will make them speak in chinese / their dialects if possible, so i guess we can’t really be surprised that when i say “their language”, i really just mean wenzhounese. i can’t speak wenzhounese myself, so i’m trusting google on this one. hope you enjoy <3
author's note 2.0: winwin believes in fate btw. if you even care. (source: the panda video at 3.40)
taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @welcometomyoasis
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Sicheng glanced up at you, his ruler, and his heart softened. You were strong, courageous, but most of all, you were whole. You had been split apart time and time again and you still stood there, fully whole and scarred from the fractures. You smiled your glorious smile, the one that made kingdoms crumble and cities tremble, that led countries to their downfall.
In his heart, he didn’t think he had ever held so much love for anyone—not for his sister, whose hearing they were currently attending, not for the parents that had laboured to give him such a good life.
No, the only person he held in his heart was you, the hurricane that had dredged him out of the outer circle, that had molded this farmer’s son into the highest of the royal guard.
If your intoxicating aura could have been hidden away like a secret, in a cave full of treasures and wonder, they would have done you in. Yet, your spirit roamed free, never crushed underfoot by conquerors. The people's attitude had no effect on you, only providing a source of amusement which you enjoyed greatly.
Sometimes, when your eyes twinkled like that, mischief and resignation muddled in a cloudy mess of emotions, Sicheng was afraid. Not afraid of you—never afraid of you—but afraid for whoever had incited that mischief, for he knew it would never end well.
He knew that two months earlier, when he had attempted to break Sixue out of prison, that he had intentionally been left as the only guard on duty. You trusted him, and your brother hadn’t interfered, because he’d wanted to test Sicheng.
He hadn’t passed that test, evidenced by how they were gathered in that courtroom again, awaiting judgement.
Earlier, when Sixue had been led into the courtroom, her eyes haunted and dull, lips cracked and dry, Sicheng had felt a flash of a headache. It happened when you exerted a great amount of power over him, typically when he was being stubborn, but it was gone in an instant.
Because even without you controlling him, he could feel your stare against his back, and that alone was commanding enough for him to listen.
Sicheng hadn’t intended to go towards Sixue, even if her gaunt body and the blood that had dried crimson on her skin worried him. Because you had told him not to, and he trusted you with his life. By extension, he trusted you with Sixue’s as well.
One glance at you now, back rigid and gaze emotionless, would send shivers down anyone's spine. With your narrowed eyes, taut lips set into a line, it was easy to overlook the spots of pink dusting your cheeks, a telltale sign of your investment in this trial.
It hadn’t been hard for you to offhandedly make a decision to give Sixue a trial instead of immediately sending her for execution—and though Sicheng had bristled at how much power you held, he found comfort in the fact that you would never wield that power carelessly.
He wasn’t sure how you were intending to turn this trial in your favour when you weren’t allowed to speak, and as he watched Sixue, worry tugged at his heart. Upon questioning, Sixue’s words were hollow, hair hanging like a sheet in a drawn-back ponytail. Her fingers kept twitching, and Sicheng noticed her fingernails were grimy with dirt.
Sixue denied all of the accusations, which was a complete change from her attitude the last time she’d been brought before you. What Sicheng didn’t know was that you had instructed her to deny all accusations, and you would take care of the rest.
With little to no evidence to prove her guilt, and your silence encouraging the judge to let her go, Sixue was released.
Once the trial had ended, she was brought out of the courtroom, albeit no longer in chains.
Sicheng turned towards you, pleading gaze begging for your permission to speak to her, and you blinked slowly, guiding his foot to take one step in Sixue’s direction.
He didn’t need to be told twice, sprinting out of the courtroom and darting down the steps to where Sixue was, ready to wrench her out of the guards’ grasps, but then he caught himself, stopped, and inhaled.
“I’ll take it over from here.” He issued it like an order, the same way he imagined you would have, and the guards looked at each other before shrugging and handing her over.
As soon as they were out of earshot, backs turned towards the brother and sister, Sicheng wrapped Sixue in a hug so tight she had to pry herself out of it, gesturing to her blood-stained clothes and the bruises on her limbs.
“Agū.” She said one word, but the weight of it was unbearable for Sicheng. That one word was filled with years of memories, Sixue always turning to her older brother in times of trouble; when she scraped her knee or sprained her ankle, when she got tanned after spending too long in the sun and she cried because she would never be fair again.
Now, she was indeed fair, pale, even—and still she called out for Sicheng. Agū. He was her safe haven, the only constant in her life, the one who would attempt to rescue her even with the threat of execution hanging above his head.
She crumpled in his arms like paper, fragile and easily torn, so light and frail she might have flown away if the wind blew too hard.
“Why… why would the Crown do that for me?” she whispered, referring to you the way all peasants did, as “the Crown”, or in their language, huáng guān.
“The Crown is a complex person,” he shrugs. “I’ve known them for so long, and yet I can never claim to know what exactly goes through their mind. I just know they’re not half as cruel as the rumours say.”
“They almost cut off my foot,” Sixue hissed, recoiling at the thought.
Sicheng rested one hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “The dagger would never have fallen on your foot. It was a mistake not to trust them then, because maybe if I’d left the dagger alone, they wouldn’t have sent you immediately for execution, and I wouldn’t have panicked and tried to break you—” He was cut off by Sixue clamping one hand over his mouth.
“Don’t voice it aloud. The walls have ears.”
Either way, as soon as Sicheng said it aloud, he knew that if he hadn’t changed the course of that dagger, you wouldn’t have had anything to bring your brother down with. In some ways, the world worked like that—if fate hadn’t brought him to you, he wouldn’t have had the money to keep his family alive.
Sixue would have spoken, but just then, you appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
“My brother’s trial is in a short while,” you informed Sicheng. “Be ready.”
Sicheng nodded, and turned to Sixue. “Take care of yourself.”
Sixue hugged her brother once more and was off.
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On a summer day, you invite Winwin to your home; you give your bed to him and you you put a mattress on the floor for yourself. He smells so good that you can't focus on anything. You turn left and right in your bed, and then he suddenly opens the light and stands over you like this and asks you "You can't sleep either?"You hold his hand and start to smell his collarbone. His smell is improving with every sniff. You make a weird noise. You hear a voice, Winwin is giggling because he is ticklish after you last sniffed on his neck. You hold his head between your two hands and put a long kiss on his beautiful dimple while he is smiling. Half of your mouth touches his lips. His lips are so soft and wet. You kiss his dimple again and again. He pulls back himself and reaches out toward you. He put a big kiss on your lips. And pushes you with his hand on your bed and comes to sit on your lap while you are lying. He puts his chin on your shoulder and hugs you so tight. You put your hand on his ass and he looks at you. He started to rub his ass on your lap while you were putting a big kiss on his soft lips. He starts to rub his ass so fast that you feel your cock catch fire due to friction. Winwin puts his head on your chest while grinding on your lap. You feel the cumshot on the tip of your cock, so you grasp his ass and let out a big moan while he gives you a big kiss. He stayed over you, and you both slept in this position until morning.
#wayv winwin#winwin smut#nct#wayv#nct smut#wayv smut#winwin imagines#winwin scenarios#wayv hard thoughts#wayv hard hours
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oh wodel is back
240417 WINWIN Weibo Update
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I WOULD TOP HIM SO HARD THAT THE BED WOULD BREAK
#chenle#zhong chenle#nct dream#nct#chenle smut#nct dream smut#nct hard hours#nct hard thoughts#nct dream hard hours#nct dream hard thoughts
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hate how hot winwin is i wish that theres two of him so he could fuck me good while praising me while one rides me and says how good of a cock slut and a cock i have even though its small
I found my person!!! his ankles by your ears, ur hands over his mouth - then thrusting hard in his hole and making him moan every time while the second winwin spreads your cheeks and helps the 🍆 go DEEPER. while you are moaning so loud the third winwin suddenly comes out and puts his 🍆 in your mouth to shut you up!! oh god, i need a winwin.
#winwin smut#nct smut#wayv smut#winwin x reader#wayv x reader#winwin imagines#wayv imagines#wayv hard hours#wayv hard thoughts#kpop hard thoughts
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keep up the good work! you just need some proofreading!
english is my 3rd language, but i will improve thank you so much!!!
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never call my man flat again, his cake can be fed me the whole month
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no one get winyang like i do
#winwin#yangyang#nct#wayv#whenever winwin not giving yangyang attention yangyang being so clingy like wattpad girlies#love my winyang
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can your stories be read as x afab reader?
can you explain more because i never thought this tbh but i'm open for every requests!!
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ROOM — WINWIN FAKE MOANS AUDIO
✿ cw: nsfw, moans, nude, cum✿
✿ top winwin x sub!bottom male reader✿
You and winwin are alone in the room. You several times checked the door if someone going to come to the room. Then you stand up, walk to the door, and lock the door. Winwin was staring at you the whole time without saying anything. You walk toward him; he sits on the couch with wide-opening legs. You grasp his tie and sit in his lap. He turned his head left, so you started to suck the right side of his neck. You already feel some move under your ass. Winwin's cock is slowly getting erected with every kiss that you leave on his neck. His woody came to the limit, so you turned his head with your head then lifted yourself a little bit and unzipped his pants. He suddenly took control. Grasp your waist with his right hand, leaned you back, and put your ass fully inside his lap. His cock was coming out with boxers from the unzipped part of the pant, so he held your hip and rubbed your ass with his woody harder. Then he comes closer to your ear and asks you to rub your ass in his lap with his deep and seductive voice while he unzips his shirt. His nipples were so hard. You start to lick the corners of his nipples. Then he pulled your head with his hand aggressively and made you suck his nipple harder than you did. When you hit the tip of his nipple with your tongue you might let out a big scream you thought he already cum but you checked his boxers; they were still dry, and his erect penis is still rubbing with your ass. He said again while he was still moaning, You suck his nipples like you are sucking ice cream.
Seeing him suffer in front of you and seeing his facial expressions whenever you hit your tongue on the tip of his nipple was so satisfying. His face alone can make you cum, you want to cum in his pretty face. You lean to his nipples, sucking his nipple while trying to take off his cock inside the boxers with your one hand. After he gets what are you trying to do, he takes off his pants on his knees and takes off your pants with one move. His cock was almost exploding. He stood up and whispered in your ear to hold him tighter. He stands up while you hug him like a koala and still trying to suck his hard nipples. Winwin held both cheeks of your ass and spread your cheek, and he fingered your hole with his finger while spreading your cheeks. He leans forward a little bit, holds you with one hand, and puts his erected-cock inside your war hole with his other hand. He started to lean forward and stand up while thrusting his cock deep into your warm hole. You begin to moan so loud because Winwin is hitting the right spot. The last time he leans forward, hold your waist, and thrust with all his strength. He mopped his face with his left palm and let it out the sexiest moan you ever heard. You feel the wet cumshot inside your ass. He hugged you, carried you on the sofa, laid over you, and hugged you so tight with the sexiest face that a man could do after an orgasm. Then you sleep together.
#winwin smut#nct x reader#nct smut#nct fanfic#nct#18+ content#nct imagines#kpop smut#wayv fanfic#wayv smut#wayv x reader#wayv#nct wayv#wayv imagines#wayv scenarios#wayv winwin#wayv winwin smut#nct u#nct u smut#nct scenarios#winwin x reader#winwin x male reader#winwin#winwin scenarios#winwin imagines#smut audio#wayv hard thoughts#wayv hard hours
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i just know he’s a pro d*ck rider
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need him to ride me so bad
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if the line holds | d.sc
featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader
word count: 1534
taglist: @welcometomyoasis ,, @slytherinshua
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Sometimes, you couldn't trust your eyes.
You’d learnt this lesson from faded memories that clawed at your insides if you indulged in them for too long, experiences of your brother torturing your mind and planting visions of insects crawling over your skin.
You had scars all over your arms, your legs, any expanse of skin that you could reach in those hours where you had been locked up. Hungry and sleep-deprived, your mind had been in the prime state for your brother to manipulate, causing you to see things that had never been real.
Your brother used to be your role model, before everything went to hell.
At first, everyone had thought he was a natural born ruler. Far better than you, a scrawny, book-smart child who never amounted to any sort of leader.
Then, by the time he was ten, he was so power-hungry and vicious that your parents had done everything they could to prevent him from becoming king. They had done their best to squash any sort of revolution, punishing all of his supporters and restraining his movement to one tower of the castle.
You had visited him often, still, your younger self not quite understanding what it meant to be the heir to the throne. You hadn’t known that your brother was, by that time, so vicious he would eat you alive if it meant he would survive just a second longer.
When you had visited, you had been entranced by the images he had conjured up in his tower, the visions of grandeur that graced his imaginary windows. It had enthralled you, pulling you to visit again and again.
Some days you would bring food, seeing how skinny your brother had gotten, and some days you would bring stories. You had always had an offering of some sort to give to him.
Then one day, the offering had been you.
Your brother had wrenched the food from your hand and tossed you into a cell you had never seen before, possibly because he had hidden it behind his pretend world of sand and shore.
You had lain there for days, losing track of time between snippets of sleep. There had never been food, but sometimes he would bring you water, just so that you wouldn’t die before he could conduct his experiment.
By that time, his gift had been extremely strong, and you had yet to come into yours. Your brother knew this, and so he had picked you as his first target.
Through that week of lying there, wondering when your parents would finally see through the glamour and find you, you had learned some things about your brother that you would never forget.
He fed on helplessness and feasted on fear. His heart was hardened inside and out, and his eyes had long since turned blind to the suffering, his ears deaf to the screams of all that he dared to torture.
Your parents had eventually found you, your gift having come into fruition under those circumstances, when you were so desperate your body learned to do the thing you wanted most—seize control of others. However, your parents hadn’t managed to do anything to your brother before he fled to the outskirts of town.
When you were 20, both your parents were killed on a trip to the outer circle, and you knew your brother had murdered them.
He had slowly made his way back into the kingdom with honeyed words and false praise, luring people in with his appearances and promises. You were powerless to stop him, but you had succeeded in keeping him at bay so far.
Now, as you watched your brother conjure up images of the desert and its strong winds, you forced yourself to see through his deceiving gift, to reject the enticing picture his gift was asking your mind to accept.
With some difficulty, you managed to see through to the other side, to Sixue lying on the ground, clutching her stomach, and Sicheng standing ramrod-straight, glaring at the visions.
The vein in your brother’s temple throbbed in anger. Sicheng was not providing him with the reaction he wanted, and he was getting annoyed.
Then, you realised something. Sicheng wasn’t staring into space like he usually did when he was on duty. Rather, he was staring at a specific spot on your brother’s face. You watched him a little longer, and it seemed like he was staring at your brother’s… nose?
You drew back from the crack in the wall in confusion.
Sicheng’s fingers curled up, scrunching his pants, and you watched his grip tighten. His face remained painfully neutral, but then your focus was broken by your brother’s choked gasp.
You watched the fear flash across your brother’s face with worry and confusion. You weren’t doing that, and to your knowledge, you were the only one present with the power to suffocate him without touching him.
Yet, there he was, gasping desperately for air, and you had nothing to do with it.
Out of nowhere, Sicheng fell to his knees, head bowed. “Your Highness,” he gritted out. “Are you alright?”
Your brother was scared and angry, and he had been taught to lash out when he experienced these emotions.
He moved towards Sicheng and wrapped his hands around his neck. He had completely let down his guard, and it was easy—too easy—to slip into his mind when he was that heated. You kept his hands where they are, around Sicheng’s neck, but you didn’t let him squeeze any harder.
His fingers rested there, on the skin of Sicheng’s throat, and you watched Sicheng take a long, slow gulp.
“You can control minds, too?” your brother asked, bewildered. Truth be told, so were you, but you didn’t have time for confusion. You tilted your head slightly around the crack, and spotted the telltale black camera in the corner of the room. There was no audio on these cameras, they only recorded visual information. And with your brother in such a position, hands around a guard’s neck, a prisoner lying indisposed on the floor, he didn’t look very good.
If you made it out alive, the tape from the security camera could place your brother behind bars—something you had been wanting to do for a long, long time.
Sicheng cocked his head to the side challengingly, but his fingers trembled slightly by his side. Whatever trick he had just pulled drained his energy, and you needed your brother indisposed of. Quickly.
Sicheng began to choke, gasping for breath, but you could tell it was self-inflicted. Your brother looked confused, but then Sicheng went limp in his hands, and you noticed he was holding his breath.
You had some time to act, in order to catch your brother red-handed.
The door crashed down and you sighed in relief. It felt like it had been an eternity since the power turned back on, but it had probably been only a few minutes. Additionally, the prison block had a backup power generator that only served the prison block, since power outages used to be a main factor in prison escapes.
The rest of the power must not have been restored yet, so they probably hadn’t sent guards out yet immediately. By the time the guards reached, it was the perfect opportunity for you to release your brother.
His fingers had been struggling against your hold on him for the past minute or so, and your sudden release drove his fingers hard enough into Sicheng’s trachea that it turned red when he immediately flinched and lets go. You winced, hoping Sicheng wasn’t injured, but fortunately he was starting to breathe again.
He convincingly made it look like your brother had just tried to strangle him, and Sixue lying on the floor didn’t help your brother’s case.
With a devilish grin, you prevented your brother from using his powers, leaving the rest of his cognitive ability alone. He wasn’t aware that whatever illusion he was trying to conjure wasn’t working, and the guards immediately moved forward and placed him in chains.
“What are you doing?” You were sure your brother has never been put in chains before. It must be heavy for him, seeing as how he stumbled forward when the guard roughly pushed him along.
“I didn’t do anything, I swear!” His voice rose higher and higher when the guards showed no sign of listening. One of them leaned down to help Sicheng up, and another guided Sixue back into her cell. Anyone who had been monitoring the feed would come to the conclusion that your brother had let the prisoner out, not Sicheng, and his attempted murder seemed like a natural course of action.
For that, he could possibly be charged with treason to the crown. Aiding a traitor and trying to kill a guard seemed like reason enough for imprisonment, possibly execution if you had evidence for him killing your parents all those years ago.
You clenched your jaw. The line between reality and illusions had finally been brutally ripped apart, leaving the ugly, naked truth in its wake. Since that line no longer held, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.
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[ 01:19 pm]
“will I ever see you again?” you softly said down the phone.
silence falls on winwin’s side of the call. you waited with a racing heart for him to give you some sort of sign that he’s there. as you were about to speak again, sounds of movement is heard.
“i’m not sure, baby.” winwin sighs as he runs his hand through his hair.
a faint sigh is heard from your end of the call. you tried to hold back the tears that wanted to escape. fighting against the lump in your throat, you managed to speak. “it’s been so long sicheng.”
“i know…i’m trying to get back to you.” he says softly. he heard the way your voice wanted to crack, and it was breaking his voice that you were in this much pain because of him.
“please come back to me…”
“i will baby.”
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