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nctaezen · 7 hours ago
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taeyong x snl korea behind
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neocatharsis · 4 hours ago
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WayV 'Miracle' Track Video Image Teaser
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jaemtens · 4 hours ago
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[ universe ] ‘miracle’ track video teaser :: wayv
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nctnews · 5 hours ago
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211202 | Congratulations NCT 127 for winning the Album of the Year (Daesang) at the 2021 Asia Artist Awards (AAA)! 🏆💚
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neocatharsis · 4 hours ago
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WayV 'Miracle' Track Video Image Teaser #TEN
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kdongyoung · 10 hours ago
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congratulations to DOYOUNG for winning the FOCUS AWARD (actor) at AAA 2021!
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suhweetdreams · 22 hours ago
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sugar daddy jaemin is so hot like HOT H O T. can you write more 🥺
i didnt see this when i wrote that jaem & johnny drabble btw sorry ashdfhj, also idek what im writing, hope this is ok lol!
warnings: sugar daddy!au, dom!jaemin, sub!reader, bit of daddy kink, sir kink, breeding/creampie, cowgirl, sorta mating press, blowjob, deep throating, face-fucking, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, aftercare
taglist: @goingbananasoverpotassium
N///SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!!!
“but jaem…” in front of you is a pendant, a birthstone that you ranted to jaemin on a random dinner in an event. it was a lost memory to you, laughing it off amongst whiskey that didn’t even taste that nice, but jaemin’s hand on your thigh was enough to give you at least a bit of comfort.
the other remembered, making sure that the stone was crafted and wrapped by the finest hands until it’s finally reached the doorstep of the Na household. in a nice little box like he requested, his initials burned into the crystal like he requested. it made him giddy, his initials on your stone that represents the day you were born — one day he’d just have to convince you to tattoo his name on you.
name tattoos were never a good thing, but it was a good thing that he was never letting you go.
“look at the back, doll,” your gasp was like music to his ears, the N.J.M. makes you smile and that makes jaemin shift in his suit. he feels hot.
“it’s beautiful, jaemin, but don’t you think this is too expensive?”
the other pouts, “are you rejecting my gifts now, hon? you bein’ ungrateful?”
your mouth hangs open, and you shake your head frantically. it didn’t help that jaemin would always tease you about taking his black card away, and when he actually did it, you spent the day sulking. it was a lesson well learnt, but other times, jaemin also really liked joking around.
“’m just kidding,” jaemin hums, flashing you a bright smile that makes your heart skip a beat, “do you like it? and don’t you dare call it too expensive.”
“nothin’ is too expensive for my girl.” the declaration has you flushing, cheeks hot from the compliment that you can’t help but throw your arms around him as thanks. his body is hot hot, an observation that doesn’t go unnoticed by you until your body is fully pressed up against him. he hates three-piece suits all of a sudden, he hates dressing up for events, he hates going for tailor appointments. he just wished that he was naked, feeling up every part of you.
it’s become unbearable. “where would you want to wear it, angel?”
“u-uh,” his lip brushes against your ear, “anywhere you’d like, jaem.”
“really? hm… then maybe i should make you wear it on your neck. classic, but i get to see it as you ride me. or maybe you would like it on your wrist? for when you’re jerking me off.” the thoughts of those two scenarios excite you more than you’d like to admit, pressing your thighs together. his whispers become your main reason of the arousal forming between your legs, “or maybe on your ankles? so i can hear it right beside my ears when your legs are on my shoulders.”
you smile just a little at all the possibilities, “why not all?”
jaemin only calls you a little minx, unable to take what she dishes out. that much rings true when the other bottoms out in your throat, causing you to gag uncomfortably around his huge cock. the guttural sounds point to your discomfort, but jaemin only forces it down your throat more — you’d say the safe word like you always gone through if you didn’t like it.
the sensation becomes better after a while, nose buried in the short tufts of hair on his pelvis until he pulls you off of him and then right back at where you started. jaemin groans when you get the message, hands clutching tightly onto his exposed thighs as you start to deep-throat him.
“am i doing good, sir?” jaemin shakily exhales, thumbs travelling under your eyes to wipe at the tears that’s formed at the corner of your eyes. the chain that came with three lengths holds the pendant he gifted you, dangling like a reminder of his love for you and his love to spoil you like a stubborn reminder. it makes such a memorable sound that jaemin would make you wear it each time you go at it like rabbits.
“you’re doing perfect, sweetheart.” he praises, smiling slightly when he sees you working harder on his cock. “c’mon, use your hands, now.”
you obey, beginning your cycle of bobbing your head and using both hands to cover his dick. you twist, squeeze, everything to provide the best for na jaemin. moaning out, he tangles his hands in your hair, the blowjob becoming so sloppy that drool drips from the side of your mouth. you slurp up his pre-cum, providing such lewd, obscene noises in his bedroom.
“mhmm- your cock always tastes so good, sir,” you comment, switching back to placing your hands around his ass to anchor yourself. jaemin catches the hand that dons the bracelet, letting your other one hold on for dear life.
“yeah? is that so?” you’re face-fucked in the next second, mouth being a cocksleeve for jaemin as he uses your mouth like a toy. it’s the second best place compared to your cunt, but he doesn’t like to compare. while your mouth is warm and wet, so is your pussy, but nothing quite gets him going like the way you clench your tight, little hole around him. “that’s it, take daddy’s dick.”
you moan around him, pleasantly surprised at the name change. vibrations shoot through his body, spurring his hips on while he fucks your mouth and you take it so well like a good girl that he stops himself. he pries you off in a second and ignores your protests, cheeks lovingly caressed by his ring-adorned fingers.
“it’s okay- it’s okay, jus’ wanna feel you around me, ‘kay?” jaemin reassures you as he pulls you atop him, paralysing you slightly by tracing a finger along your pussy lips. it sends a surge of pleasure up your spine, and while you know you’re always an open hole for jaemin, the sharp plunge of his dick into you stretches you out so well. it’s just a little painful from the sudden intrusion, but once jaemin rocks into you, everything melts away.
and all you know is jaemin, jaemin, jaemin.
“want princess to cum first. you can do that, can’t you?” you nod eagerly, “but. i’ll need you to switch your bracelet out, baby. daddy’s hands are full.” you know he’s just making it harder for you once he starts thrusting, non-dominant hand slipping on the clasp every time. it’s even harder that you keep getting distracted by how his cock pistons into your pussy.
“a-ah! sir, c-can’t! it’s too much!”
“don’t disappoint me now, baby. and here i was... hnn- thinking about giving you my babies.” jaemin cooed, pelvis never resting even when he sees you struggling with the pendant. you finally manage to unclasp it, but you reach blindly around for the longer chain, grasping at the sheets, the pillows. there!
your whimpers hasn’t stopped one bit, looping the pendant through as jaemin’s hands move from your ass to your torso. jaemin loves to taunt, and he does just that when your hands reach behind to secure the clasp, snapping his hips a little hard right into your cunt. it draws out a long moan and a sick grin from the older, eyes swirling with how easily your body reacts. it’s a wonder jaemin hadn’t proposed yet. your hole squeezes him, the brief stilling of the other allowing you to secure the now necklace.
“ride me now, princess.” it flips a switch inside, and your hips slam down onto the other’s, creating such lewd noises that only professionals could dream of, juices slowly leaking from your thighs to stain jaemin’s. and once again, he becomes mesmerised with the pendant hanging above him as a reminder that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.
“wanna cum? hm? are you close?” jaemin asks, countering your hips with his own and you nod furiously, humping the air to get any form of friction against your clit. he sees your struggle, pressing a single finger against it and you whine like a bitch in heat, pulling the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. “come on, pretty girl, cum for me. cream my cock-“
it snaps, eliciting a scream out of you at the knot coming undone. you shiver and tremble, gushing all over his length that’s drenched with your cum. but the thrusts don’t stop, they always never do, driving you into overstimulation even when you’re crying out too much, s’too much, daddy! jaemin shamelessly admits that he likes daddy as much as sir; maybe he’ll add it to his baby’s vocabulary.
“hold your legs up for me like a good girl, still have ta’ cum.” jaemin flips you over and like always, he boasts the skill of his fingers, taking out the necklace and searches for the shorter chain, all while his shaft moves in and out. he’s reaching his end, but the anklet next to his ears is what drove him to pay loads to get the pendant done, and with new positions in his mind, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t fuck you in the one position that’s inspired all this in the first place.
“oh- fuck, i can’t take it, daddy!” jaemin loses grip, a whimper escaping just a bit at how your sensitive, puffy pussy clenches, and the ringing in his ears feel like ecstasy. he remembers watching N and J and M being carved into your birthstone and he replays your shocked reaction. if you were willing to give your all to him, then this was his way of claiming you as his, along with cumming deep inside your cute, wet cunt.
“almost there, bunny. gonna cum in ya, that okay?” once again, you fail on words and rely on your nods, the coldness of the chain settling around your ankle not doing much to pull you away from how your pussy felt sore. “gonna make me a daddy, fuck-!”
jaemin presses his body weight down onto yours, in the process, pushing your knees right up to your chest before groaning out loud. his tip shoots out his semen right up your womb, so much so that it oozes out of your cunt even after he pulls out. the ringing of your pendant stops, obviously, but the memory is already locked away safe in jaemin’s mind as he sighs tiredly.
“you okay?” he’s tender after sex, massaging the skin around your cunt that feel like it’s been driven to the point of exhaustion. you are, too, eyes barely kept open. but you want to drink in jaemin, tugging him closer with your legs.
“just great. now… about making you a daddy…”
a wave of panic flashes across jaemin’s face, “shit. wait, did i misread it? did you actually shake your h-“
giggling, you take his face into your palms, “no! naaah, i meant it. we can’t be so sure, right?”
“what are you implying, baby?”
“need you ta’ cum in me, again, daddy.”
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raibebe · 21 hours ago
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tinyyyyyy waist
warnings: sub Jeno, degradation, breeding kink, pup as a pet name
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“Hey bab-“
“Shut up,” you all but growled, not even letting your boyfriend step into your apartment before you pressed your lips to his in a bruising kiss, greedily swallowing his noises of confusion. The tension that had built in Jeno’s body slowly disappeared the longer you kissed him, his hands finding their home on your waist.
“What was that for?” He giggled softly once you separated to catch your breath, your fingers still clinging to the fabric of his hoodie.
“You’re a menace,” you just said, earning yourself another confused noise from Jeno, his eyes going wide.
“I don’t-“ you didn’t let him finish this time either, pulling him inside your apartment to slam the door shut behind him, caging him against the wood before you kissed him again, wasting no time to slip your tongue inside his mouth. You could feel that he was hesitant to kiss you back, his tongue moving sluggishly at best.
“Baby, talk to me,” he sighed once you broke the kiss to instead press your lips to the vein on his neck, gently sucking on the skin.
“Such a whore,” you muffled your words against his skin as your hands worked on pushing his hoodie and shirt up so you could wrap your hands around his waist, gripping it tightly like you wished your fingers could actually meet with how small it looked.
A surprised moan tumbled from your boyfriend’s lips either from your words or from the pressure around his middle where you could feel his muscles flexing beneath the skin.
“It’s the video, right?” He panted as you gently raked your nails over the taut skin of of abs, “It came out today.”
“They put you in a fucking cropped shirt again,” you groaned, mouthing along his jawline that you wished you could cover in bruises, color his pale skin in purples and reds.
“Did you like it?” Oh the audacity Jeno had to ask you this question, a knowing smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.
“Did you like showing off?” You asked him back in lieu of an answer, determined to wipe the cocky grin he was trying to hide off of his face. “Did you enjoy reading all the comments online and seeing your fans go crazy because of how fucking tiny your waist is?” To emphasize, you squeezed your hands around Jeno’s waist again before you let one hand dip lower, pressing down against where his cock began to chub in his sweats. “Liked reading how submissive and breedable they thought you looked?”
That finally tore a lewd moan from Jeno’s lips as he threw his head back against the wood of the door, pressing his growing length forward against your palm in search of friction. “Is that it?” You taunted, “Is that what you want? Being fucked and bred like a little bitch in heat?”
“Dance practice tomorrow,” Jeno slurred out, rolling his hips languidly, “Can’t be sore.”
“Well that’s too bad, pup,” you sighed, dipping your hand into his boxers to close your fingers around his cock, pulling a low moan from him. “Can you hold off on being bred for a little while longer then, pup? Fill me up instead?”
“Yes,” he breathed against your lips, “I’ll be good.”
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neocatharsis · 4 hours ago
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WayV 'Miracle' Track Video Image Teaser #YANGYANG
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kdongyoung · 12 hours ago
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DOYOUNG on ASIAN ARTIST AWARDS (press photos)
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bubulumiere · 20 hours ago
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NCT DREAM ⊹ DREAMING (2021)
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nctnews · 3 hours ago
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211203 | Doyoung’s Instagram update
Thank you. @@@
Translated by nctnews
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haechanplsacceptmylove · 20 hours ago
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Impossible Love
Characters: you x optional (bias)
Genre: angst
Warnings: none (?)
Summary: you thought you were perfect together. You thought you were each other's missing puzzle piece. But were you right tho?
A/n: this is actually an angst of LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP/FRIENDSHIP. You can consider it a friend or boyfriend. It also can be read as a real life relationship. i thought about making a LDR angst since they're rare
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Your eyes tear up looking at your messages on "Read" after being on "Delivered" for the past five hours. You close your phone and lay on your back on your soft bed, letting your tears run down, wetting your ears. You hate that but you're too numb to dry them.
A month ago you met a guy. First you were just texting and talking, nothing serious. You didn't even call each other friends, it wasn't even that serious. Day by day you got to know each other more, you found out that you both have the same interests, you clicked. You were each other's ideal types. Or at least, that's what you thought. You texted everyday, got more interested in each other. Gave attention to each other. You've told yourself to never fall in love with anyone because of past traumas. This time, it was different. It was difficult. He was everything you've wished for. His personality, his mind, his affection, honesty... You can't describe it all but he was perfect, for you. You secretly started growing feelings for him. Even if you didn't even admit it to yourself, but your heart, deep down, knew it.
After small confessions and attractions, you were unofficially together. It's like an open relationship, that's how you'd name it. You both like each other and you both know it.... Or... Do you? Does he know you like him?
"I mean.... Its obvious, isn't it?" that's what you thought, at least.
Day by day, week by week, you started imagining your life with him, you were happy. You opened your heart to the right person. Finally you can be loved now. He showed you love and support, that no one else ever did. For the first time; you felt loved, truly.
You loved his attention and love. You lived for it. It was your new motivation. It was the reason you'd wake up in the morning to see his "goodmorning" message, and oh, how your heart would melt. Knowing you're someone's priority. You wanted to be in each other's arms. Feel safe and warm in them. But it was nearly impossible. Especially in your young age. You lived far from each other. That's where you spent the day talking with each other, and the night dreaming of each other. You didn't complain. It was painful, but hey, you both are on the same planet at least.
It's been a month or so. you say "goodnight" to each other and go to sleep, dreaming of each other. The next day you wake up, as usually, take your phone to read your favourite message. But there wasn't any messages. You get confused, "did he oversleep? He has school so no. Why didn't he text me?"
You thought he had something going on and that he had a good reason why he didn't text you. So you gave him time. Maybe he's busy and can't text now. You waited for his text. An hour, another, another, but no texts. You decided to text him and he answered. You asked whether he's okay and he said he's perfect. Which confused you more, what's the reason then?
You continue texting him, but you notice how cold he is with you. As if the flame shut down. You feel so confused. You ask him whether there's something wrong but he denies it. You think to yourself that maybe he doesn't want to talk about it. You somehow end the day and say goodnight to each other. The next day the same thing happens, but you decide to text him a goodmorning message. He replies, coldly. You feel your heart ache. That day your conversation was just as dry, the conversation ended with him going to sleep without a goodnight message. You were so sad, you spent the night crying, wondering what did you do wrong.
The next morning he had only answered your previous messages of last night. You felt so broken. Your day was awful. You were so sensitive. You finally decided to break the silence.
"I don't know whether you're going through something or if I've done something wrong but you can tell me, i don't want to force anything" you press "send"
He tells you there's nothing wrong, but adds
"probably there is, but in your head"
You read it over and over again. "Something wrong in... My head?" you stare at the message. After a while you send him: "i won't annoy you anymore...".
Left on seen
Your eyes tear up looking at your messages on "Read" after being on "Delivered" for the past five hours. You close your phone and lay on your back on your soft bed, letting your tears run down, wetting your ears. You hate that but you're too numb to dry them. Wondering, thinking again and again, where did you go wrong. Where did everything go wrong? Did he get bored of you? Did he find someone new? Is he still into his ex?
After sobbing for some time, you get up and sit on your bed. Looking from your big window, at the beautiful night sky with the small lights, called stars and a big light, moon, filling it up.
"maybe he's right... Maybe it's all in my head....there's definitely something wrong in my head, for thinking we ever had something between us. Everything we had was all just in my head"
You felt so stupid, for thinking that you'd be able to replace his ex girlfriend he's told you about. You felt so stupid for thinking that you'd win over someone who he sees in PERSON, in REAL life. Not in a virtual one. You were just fucking... Stupid. It was all in your head.
You take your phone, delete everything about him. Block him. And forget him. This taught you a lesson. Never give a chance to something impossible. Never try to make something impossible turn possible. It's called impossible for a reason. You both knew you wouldn't be able to be together. But you both ignored that fact, you were blinded by the attention you gave each other. And that hurted the both of you.
That night, you also remembered why you never opened your heart to anyone for the past decade. Because in the end, your heart will only ache, think you're the problem and you're just a piece of shit. This was your last straw. Your heart now turned into a rock. Your brain wants nothing to do with your stupid naive heart . You're abandoning your heart, letting your common sense and brain control you. No more pain. That's it. You've cried enough. You knew that softening your heart would be such a mistake, yet you did it. It's time to lock your heart and burn its key. You're never opening it ever again.
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neocatharsis · 4 hours ago
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WayV 'Miracle' Track Video Image Teaser #KUN
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