#nct by marie(*^﹏^*)

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"IF THERE'S AN EXTRA TICKET... WOULD YOU GO WITH ME?"

花樣年華 In the Mood for Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai // Marie Howe After the Movie // 花樣年華 In the Mood for Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai // Shane McCrae In the Language of My Captor (via @geryone) // NCT U - WITHOUT YOU // 花樣年華 In the Mood for Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai // Ann Packer The Dive from Clausen's Pier // Becca de la Rosa & Mabel Martin Mabel: Matryoshka // Mitski Nobody // 花樣年華 In the Mood for Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai // Madeline Miller The Song of Achilles // unknown // Nicole Homer Underbelly // 花樣年華 In the Mood for Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai // @filmnoirsbian // 花樣年華 In the Mood for Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai

[xdinary]

NCT’s mark lee for marie claire korea, NOV ‘24

⠀

[run2yujin]

RENJUN I MISS YEWW

[kpop-bbg]

[nikist-2-n]

GUESS WHO HAS 127 FOLLOWERS 🗣️

[amphitriteswife]

Kpop songs that remind me of Lookism characters pt2:

Zack lee

Johan seong

Yoojin

Miru Kim

Warren chae

Samuel seo

Daniel Park

Crystal choi

[manctmemories]

Jeno for 'Marie Claire Korea'. ♡ #1

[hyunjungjae]

eu acho que nenhuma palavra NO MUNDO pode descrever o que eu sinto nesse exato momento

[renjugyu]

* ˚⁺ resumo: : talvez só a ponta não seja o suficiente para você.

* ˚⁺ ͙۪conteúdo: : smut, fingering, cockwarming.

donghyuck abaixou a cabeça em sua direção, roçando o nariz no seu. ele abriu um sorriso discreto. as íris brilhavam de intenções que fugiam de serem inocentes.

"só a ponta, não é?" repetiu as palavras que você havia dito minutos antes. você se sentia profundamente cansada, mas ainda sim, sentia a necessidade de algo para relaxar, algo que poderia fazer liberar a tensão acumulada pelo seu corpo. "você vai se contentar com só a ponta? porque é só isso que você vai ter essa noite, boneca. você tá cansada, né? não tem motivo para você fazer muito esforço." finaliza, fazendo um beicinho com falsa complacência, antes de pressionar os l��bios nos seus.

ele se desfaz das peças de roupa que cobriam sua região inferior, fazendo o mesmo processo com ele. a mão de donghyuck vagou pelas suas coxas, exploradora a área com a ponta dos dedos, antes de subir um pouco, parando para acariciar os lábios maiores da sua boceta, de forma provocativa.

um suspiro de lamentação saiu dos seus lábios.

"anda logo." reclamou. mas após isso, sentiu o polegar de donghyuck traçar seu clitóris, fazendo uma pressão suave sobre o nervo. em resposta seus quadris se inclinaram ligeiramente.

"relaxa." murmurou, mordiscando sua mandíbula sem por muita força no ato. "preciso que você fique bem molhadinha pra mim."

continuou estimulando seu clitóris, alternando entre explorar a região, roçando a ponta do dedo pelos seus lábios menores, te preparando para receber o pau dele — mesmo que só a ponta. mesmo a glande inchada iria fazer sua boceta fazer um esforço para recebê-lo.

após uns minutos garantido que você estaria confortável para o que viria a seguir, e também começando a ficar quase tão impaciente quanto você, donghyuck segurou pau dele, acariciando rapidamente antes de guiar até sua entrada, esfregando sobre a região, acumulando um pouco da sua umidade, e após o que pareceu uma eternidade, inseriu a ponta dentro de você.

"vem, vamos descansar um pouco juntos." diz, com uma dose de malícia na ponta da língua, sem demonstrar estar afetado com a posição, embora você estivesse sentindo arrepios percorrendo seu corpo — o que você tentou ignorar, enquanto descansava a cabeça sobre o peito dele.

é um pouco justo falar que somente a ponta foi suficiente apenas por um tempo.

[rxspbnrry]

anything not to do chem homework

[melomania-p]

rip misato katsuragi, you would've loved nct

[kpop-bbg]

[stylekorea]

NCT's Jeno for Marie Claire Korea April 2024. Photographed by Hyea W. Kang

[mercurialimage]

happy new year guys i love you all. please be safe and let’s have a wonderful and HEALTHY AND GENTLE 2025

[manctmemories]

Jeno for 'Marie Claire Korea'. ♡ #2

[hirokari]

i saw a

"why didn't you respond to my letters?"

"what letters?"

tiktok and was inspired and now its midnight and i refuse to publish the context or anything else.

“My letters.”

He cuts you off, seemingly with no remorse. You pause at the sudden harshness, “W-What?” He heaves a heavy sigh, having been pent up on this question for so long. Jaemin takes a bold step forward, the floor of your entrance being dripped on by the water of Jaemin’s body. “My letters.” He repeats sharply. “The ones I sent in the summer after we graduated. You told- you told me I could reach out to you– no matter the circumstance. No matter if you hated me, or if I hated you, or if I was on a whole different continent.”

Chills run down your spine at the exact recitation.

“My letters.”

“What letters?”

Both your voices break, and you bring a hand up to clutch Jaemin’s shoulder, startled by the broken looks he wears. He’s devastated.

“I-I sent you letters,” He says shakily. “Multiple. I told you how I felt the first time. I was in love with you.” Gulps Jaemin. “And-and when you didn’t answer, I wrote another letter apologizing for sending the first letter– and for everything else. For bothering you, for talking down on you just to make myself feel better, for that stupid thesis incident.”

“Jaem…”

“And by the third letter I assumed you were ignoring me– but I sent more. I sent ten.” Finally looking up to your eyes, Jaemin remains half-lidded– sort of in a trance at the sudden topic of his feelings and whatever he’d poured into a piece of paper with a gel pen you’d given him in senior year. 

“On the fourth I wrote in July, a month after graduation. I wrote that I missed you and thought of you everyday. On the fifth, I was angry at you. I asked why you wouldn’t respond to me and called you petty– and so many more other things. A liar, a thief, a first-kiss-stealing backstabber. On the sixth I’d begged for you to answer. It was October. On the seventh I gave you my new number– the one you texted two days ago. On the eighth I was practically talking to myself, begging for a sign that you’d moved on from what we did in graduation so I could. 

On the ninth I described your lips. I wrote this with an itching nose from the cold of the winter. I described how they tasted like peach peonies– maybe that’s why they were always your favorite flower. I recited how kindly and gently you’d kissed me, how you held my face with cradling, careful fingers and how you had to stand on the tips of your toes just to taste me. How the talon on your graduation cap had tickled my face but it was no match to the storm you’d brewed in my stomach. On the tenth I greeted you goodbye. Mentioned how the next time you’d see me– I’d be with peach peonies.”

By now, Jaemin has you pressed against the wall, pressing his forehead against yours. It’s not threatening or forceful– he’s inviting you. An invitation involving dancing lips and fleeting touches– an invitation for you to run your fingers wild though his hair as his tugs on the skin of your waist. His eyes bore into yours, yet pleaded for the response he’d been waiting 3 years for.

hahaa enemies to strangers to lovers wip that will forever remain in my drafts. im so sorry, peach peonies, you'll never see the real world. it's my first time writing in like months so this is reaaaal rusty and not my best work tbh.