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nuna-rants · 1 year

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mobile masterlist?!?!?! [september 3rd ver.]

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latest substantial update: miss dial pt. 8 (fratboy!yoongi)

key:

🌹 - personal favourite 🔞 - smut 🎀 - fluff 💔 - angst

yoongi

{ oneshots }

♚ A Hot Shower [ 🔞 | you miss your boyfriend very much. ]

♚ Intoxicating [ 💔🎀 | be careful with your drink. ]

♚ Waiting Game [ 🔞 | sub!yoongi ;) ]

♚ Jitters [ 🔞 | a pre-concert quickie. ]

♚ True Love Cafe [ 💔🔞 | an apocalypse. ]

♚ cartography [ 🎀 | you wanted to kiss his face. ]

♚ ARE YOU READY? [ 💔 🎀 outcast!AU | it was only a game. ]

{ series }

♚ Miss Dial [ 🌹🔞 🎀 💔 fratboy!yoongi , co-written with @cyphertrip | type. call. look. don’t touch. ] { chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 - coming soon! }

Drabbles [ catboy!yoongi ]

seokjin

{ oneshots }

♚ in every life, i will find your shoulder to cry on [ 🌹reincarnation!AU | the many times you found and lost and found kim seokjin. ]

♚ The Stork [ 💔🎀 single mom!reader | being a single mom hadn’t been the plan, but a handsome stranger in the park makes it a little bit easier. ]

♚ Bound For Life [ 🔞 historical!AU | sub!jin ;) ]

{ series }

♚ Vampire!Jin [ drabbles/one-shots ] { i. illuminate | ii. pulchritude | iii. mistletoe | iv. amaranthine }

Drabbles

namjoon

{ oneshots }

♚ The Take-Home Test + pt. 2 drabble + bonus epilogue-ish drabble [ 🌹🔞 | in which delivering homework goes very… very wrong. ]

♚ Your Wish Is My Command [ 🔞 | happy birthday indeed. ]

♚ Duck and Cover [ 🎀 | as a staff member, you worst nightmares are namjoon, and a camera. ]

♚ Until You Make It [ 🔞 🎀 | first he was your classmate, friend, co-worker. then you were in love. ]

Drabbles

hobi

{ oneshots }

♚ Enthusiasm [ 🔞 + drabble | “yes, you can.” ]

♚ So Ask Nicely [ 🔞 + drabble | hobi is better than any ex-boyfriend. ]

{ series }

♚ Vampire!Hobi [ drabbles/one-shots ] { i. supper | ii. blow out the candles | iii. accidental favors | iv. unreasonable | v. bathwater }

Drabbles

jimin

{ oneshots }

♚ Poster Boy [ 🌹🎀 | jimin: popular soccer team senior. you: paired with him for the biology project. happy birthday! ] + bonus drabbles

{ series }

♚ Vampire!Jimin [ drabbles ] { i. admit it | ii. well-intentioned | iii. breathing room | iv. good luck | v. sleep tight | vi. the well-traveled | vii. sweet dreams 🔞 | viii. breaking of the fast 🔞 }

Drabbles

taehyung

{ oneshots }

♚ Not A Little Difference [ 🔞 | hard bdsm, dom!taehyung. ]

{ series }

♚ I Need A Fix + The Fire and the Hunger [ 🔞 demon!taehyung | a strange evening, a club, alone. ] { part 3 coming soon }

♚ Vampire!Taehyung [ drabbles ] { i. all in good fun | ii. lead | iii. follow | iv. homesick | v. escort | vi. parasitic }

Drabbles

jeongguk

{ series }

♚ Mercurial [ vampire!jeongguk | being a newborn vampire is messy. ] { chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | coming soon! }

♚ The Lake House [ 🎀 a family vacation with your oldest childhood friend is not going to be easy. ] { chapters: 1 | coming soon! }

Drabbles

everybody!!!

♚ fetish [ 🔞 | headcanon one-shots for all the boys’ sexual inclinations~*~ ] { i. jin | iii. hoseok }

♚ 200 Days [ 🎀 | 200 days both short and long, both a lifetime and sometimes no time at all. ] { i. jin | ii. yoongi | iii. hoseok }

♚ BTS Reacts To Your Nipple Piercings

seventeen

{ drabbles/one-shots }

Hoshi

♚ Chickadee Blues [ college!AU + 🔞 | physical therapy of sorts. ]

♚ Like New [ a figurative and literal pick-me-up. ]

♚ arms up [ how else is he supposed to take off your shirt? ]

♚ That Night [ angel!AU + 💔🎀🌹| i don’t want to know how you feel. ]

Others

♚ Seventeen Reacts To Your Nipple Piercings

♚ Walking in Traffic [ soulmate!mingyu + 🔞 | it was every parent’s worst nightmare: finding your soulmate at the age of three. ]

♚ Coldhearted [ fuckboy!mingyu + 🔞 | he was the last thing you needed after a break up – or, so you thought. ]

♚ Compliance [ wonwoo + 🔞 | it’s not that he doesn’t a blowjob. it’s that he wants it too much. ]

♚ a kiss [ wonwoo | “would it be alright if i did that again?” ]

♚ drunk, in love [ seungcheol 🌹 | drunk and in love. ]

♚ the wolf at the door [ werewolf!wonwoo | he only howls for you. ]

{ series }

♚ Mr. Cute and Mrs. Mine - HIATUS [ soulmate!hoshi | a hurt that was worth it.]

♚ Something Borrowed - HIATUS [ wedding boutique!jeonghan | finding the right dress can be quite an affair. ]

♚ circumstances + sequel [ jihoon + 💔🔞 | angry sex. ]

♚ the king and i + sequel [ royalty!minghao | an arranged marriage, a young king, a faraway land. ]

NCT

{ series }

♚ (12)7 Minutes In Heaven [ 🔞💔🎀 | multi-authored frat boy!AU + seven minutes in heaven one-shots <3 ]

{ drabbles/one-shots }

♚ Sleepwalkin’ [ johnny + 🎀 | i fell in love and needed roadmap. ]

♚ So Long [ doyoung + 💔🎀 | what took you so long? ]

misc!

♚ GOT7 Reacts To Your Nipple Piercings

♚ Stretch of Time [ TWICE Mina + 🎀 | to say you hated being alone with mina was an understatement. ]

♚ sofa king + sequel [ Day6 Jae + 🔞 | anonymous asked: couch? ]

♚ and since we’ve no place to go + 1 / 2 / 3 (coming soon!) [ EXO Minseok + 🔞 🎀 | they call it cabin fever. ]

♚ divine [ BLACKPINK Rose + 🎀 | goddess of the creekside. ]

(enjoooooooy!)

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nuna-rants · 5 years

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sunday morning with namjoon | knj (m)

(gif + art by: missbrutus)

↣ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | namjoon x reader

↣ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.8k

↣ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | established relationship au. fluff. smut.

↣ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | explicit language and sexual content. body praising, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex

↣ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | a cozy, not so innocent morning with namjoon.

“You are impeccable.” Namjoon’s lips felt like honey as they skimmed past your jaw and down to your neck; they were sickly sweet and thick with lust leaving you writhing underneath his taut, sun-kissed arms. What you had expected to be an innocent Sunday morning full of cuddling and cursory kisses, turned into an ungodly change of events. Your head fell deeper into your pillow, eyes screwing shut to relish in his every touch. His fingers moved accurately, no doubt in your mind that he had knowledge over your thinning patience as he made slow, deliberate strokes up and down the sides of your waist.

“Divine,” He mumbled, his mouth now latching onto your left clavicle, teeth scraping gently before sucking on the exposed collarbone. He pushed a knee in between your bare legs, signalling them to open and you instantly fed into his silent command in hopes of relieving your aching center from his torturous ministrations.

“Namjoon…” You whimpered, eyes fluttering open when a large hand stopped your hips from pushing your clothed, throbbing clit up against the erection behind his boxers. Your fingers tangled into his golden locks and gently pulled, detaching his lips away from the tops of your breasts. You felt your panties drench even further as his dark eyes met yours, a tongue darting out to wet his full, pink pout. “Please,” your voice came out in whispers, too thick with desire to speak normally. “I want you.” You managed to croak.

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nuna-rants · 5 years

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fermata | myg (m)

↣ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | composer!yoongi x pianist!reader

↣ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.8k

↣ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | pianist au. smut. fluff. pwp.

↣ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | explicit language and sexual content. oral sex (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected mirror sex (wrap ya dongs), choking, light dirty talk, marking, very soft soft soft yoongi.

↣ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | fer·ma·ta: from fermare, it means to stay or to stop. min yoongi teaches you exactly how to let go.

↣ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | to be added.

The audience is silent.

A soft gasp lingers throughout the auditorium air as the rumble of Paul de Senneville radiates underneath your fingertips. Your eyes are closed, hands memorized to the touch of each key, each note.

It’s fascinating to see, at least it is to Min Yoongi.

He watches from the row of seats just in front of the stage, awaiting his turn to perform next. His forefinger is pressed to his pout, his thumb resting just under his chin as his coal eyes sharpen towards your hands, breathing in every movement. He could name precisely each note you play, his tongue spelling them behind his teeth.

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nuna-rants · 6 years

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Perfect

It’s hard not to be perfectionistic.

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1.6k

a/n: so the concept photos, huh? Omg they’re just getting me so much more excited for this comeback, I can’t wait!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic :)

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The apartment is dead silent when Namjoon slowly opens the front door, holding the keys tightly in his hand so they don’t jingle, even though the rough edges are painfully digging into his skin. Tiptoeing around the living room, he slowly approaches the closed bedroom door, ever so cautiously pushing the door open, wincing when he hears metal creak against wood. He should really oil those damn hinges, he notes.

When the door is fully open, he remains in the doorway for just a second, taking a moment to look at you. You’re in bed, peacefully asleep, hugging the pillow he usually rests his head on. The moonlight streaming through the crack between the curtains softly illuminates your legs, tangled in the sheets. He runs a hand through his hair, not able to stop the sigh that escapes him – if only he could join you.

He shakes his head and pushes on, lightly treading towards the wardrobe. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he makes sure you’re still sleeping soundly before slowly opening the closet and wincing once again when the hinges moan in protest. Still tightly holding onto the keys with one hand, he searches through the clothes with the other. It takes him a while to find a suitable outfit, especially without the lights on, or the flash of his phone helping him out.

A groan comes from the bed and he freezes.

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nuna-rants · 6 years

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BTS As Boyfriends: Namjoon (RM)📚

@turquoise-illusions5 @theemotinalgeek Hope you guys like it, I got a little carried away 😂

Jin ● Yoongi ● Hoseok ● Namjoon ● Jimin ● Taehyung ● Jungkook

Kim Namjoon 💜📚

He would plan out such an over the top event when he confesses to you

Probably confesses at your favorite place/cafe/park 🛤

Or somewhere that holds a lot of meaning for both of you

His confession would be so serious, sweet & deep ❤️ it’ll probably make you cry 😭

Seeing you cry, he will freak out thinking he said or did something wrong

But when you confess & tell him you reciprocate his feelings

He becomes so shy that he lowers his head & flashes that heart-stopping dimple smile 😊

God, he’s so beautiful I wanna fucking cry & his smile Omg 😭he’s not even my bias but OMG my baby

DATES DATES DATES, SO MANY TYPES OF DATES 🌈

Hiking dates, Farmer’s market date, pottery class date, bookstores dates, cafes dates ☕️

Yacht dates, beach dates ❤️

The moment you reach the beach

“Are there crabs?” *starts looking for crabs & you join him* 🦀

Omg that the look on his face when he finds little crabs & shows it off to you

Botanic gardens dates, brewery dates, stargazing dates 🌃

Street fair dates, his love & amazement for how cotton candy is made

“Even when the world ends, we need cotton-candy makers”

Gets 3 different animal/flower shaped cotton candy & excitedly waves it around 🌸

Staying at home & playing board games or just cuddling & lazing around with you

Studio dates 🎹

He would be so focused on his work that after he wraps up

He’ll focus solely on you, clinging onto you

Hugging you & kissing you 😘

Sometimes when you’re doing something, he would catch himself admiring you

But you do the same thing cause both of you are so appreciative to have found each other 💜

Matching couple outfits or coordinated colors/themed outfits 🧥

Cute couple selfies 📷

Aesthetic couple pictures 🖼

He loves taking candid pictures of you

Recommends songs, books, movies 📚

Always eager to hear your review on his recommendations 🎥

Cause OMG you matter so much & he wants to share everything he loves with you

He takes your recommendations just as seriously

Broad range of topics you can have conversations about

Having deep conversations was a norm 🌊

He probably knows your period cycle

Tries to provide any type of comfort he can

Has your favorite snacks & desert stocked up 🍧🍔🍗

Such a cuddle bug~ 😍

SO MUCH SKINSHIP OMG

Always holding you or touching you in some way

Loves to hold your hand or hold you in general & refuses to let go

Even when you try to wriggle out, his grip just tightens (then again who would wanna let him go or wriggle out of his embrace) 🙃

Because he has to deal with criticism & negative comments in general

When you comfort him or just hold him & tell him how much you love him 💜

He just melts & tears up cause OMG he’s so in love with you

Everything you say & do mean so much to him

Calls you BABY,

Hey baby. I miss you baby. I love you baby 🙈

KISSES EVERYWHERE 😘

There’s not a single spot on your face or body that has not been kissed by this man

He wakes you up by kissing you

When you’re cooking he kisses you

Trying to take a selfie, he kisses you & it ends up in a making out session

Walks up to you, wraps his arms around you & gently kisses & bites you neck

Lifts you up & brings you to your bedroom or a couch

Kisses you hungrily 😏

SO FUCKING SOFT FOR YOU LIKE OMFG

He’s such a hopeless romantic

Composes so many songs for you, confessing his feelings for you again & again 🎶

“If I ever have a girlfriend who isn’t an Idol, I want to write a song apologizing for being an idol. I would like her to know that I’m much better than she thinks.” RM

So many cute & secret messages in the songs that only both of you can decipher 😉

When he’s asked about the inspiration behind the songs he composed

He would immediately hint that you’re his inspiration 🎵

“I’m saying I met this person that I really love, this person is the love of my life right now”

Never shuts up about you to the members & his family members

His family adores you cause they see the way Joonie looks at you 😊

And how both of you treat each other with so much love & respect

So much of flirting & suggestive signals 😏

“It’s the first time I’ve liked someone this much. Even if the world is full of our enemies, I will protect the woman whom I love. Because you’re still my woman.” *winks & blows kisses seductively*

“Don’t make me say it twice. Even if I tell you I hate you, I love you.”

Spoils you with so many letters & gifts 💌

Probably breaks the gift by accident 🎁

Or when you give him a present & he breaks it

It eats him up alive cause you gave it to him with so much love

Sends you songs or quotes that remind him of you 🎶

Which is practically every hour when he’s not working or composing songs

Every time he learns something new, he rushes to tell you 🙃

When you visit him at his studio, he gets so excited that he runs to you

Or when you surprise him, he does that cute little jump

He’s always smiling & laughing when he’s with you 🌈

That cute & dorky laugh of his that can cure diseases

And the way he scrunches his nose & his eyes close

Watching him try to cook or just cut vegetables probably gives you anxiety 😂

So you take over & he just follows you around & watches you

Cute & dorky snaps or videos like these

SO MANY FREAKING PLAYLISTS 🎧

You’re cooking & he’s assisting? Has a playlist for that

Both of you are sprawled on the bed reading books? Has a playlist for that 📚

Playing board games at home? Has a playlist for that

Driving playlist 🚘

Making love? Has several playlists for that too

You’re the love of his life, his world, his Queen 👑

And he will make sure he tells you & shows you that you are EVERY SINGLE DAY 🗓

He makes you feel so special & beautiful ❤️

So gentle when he’s making love to you cause he thinks he’ll hurt you

He can’t stop caressing you & kissing you during sex 😍

He would just take a minute to admire you when you’re making love

Cause you’re so beautiful in his eyes 🌸

He can’t get over the fact that you feel the same way as he feels for you

A lot of eye contact & lip biting 😏

HE HAS A DADDY KINK

The way he looks at you & smiles or the way he dresses

Is enough to drive you crazy with desire 💦

Aftercare is just so special & precious ❤️

He pulls you close & traces the contours of your body

Caresses your face & places butterfly kisses on every inch of your face 😘

Both of you fall asleep in each other’s embrace

Such a precious & loving boyfriend OMG I’m not crying 💜😭

A/N: I got a little carried away🙈

BTS As Fathers:

Jin ● Yoongi ● Hoseok ● Namjoon ● Jimin ● Taehyung ● Jungkook

BTS Baby Nursery Moodboard

Jin ● Yoongi ● Hoseok ● Namjoon ● Jimin ● Taehyung ● Jungkook

MASTERLIST

Requests for BTS & GOT7 is open 🌈

Do not copy or repost without permission.

#😭😭😭😭

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nuna-rants · 6 years

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Blonde Locks | Namjoon

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x Hair Stylist Noona!Reader

Summary: You’re a hair stylist under BigHit and have done all of BTS’ hair. Namjoon happens to be your favorite member, you can have so many conversations with him. This time, you have Namjoon again, and at the end, he has an important question.

Warning: None!

Word Count: 810

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!! I hope you like it!! ^_^ @dameviolencia

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nuna-rants · 6 years

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Namjoon // blurb

For the literal sweetest anon I’ve ever met. I hope this makes you soft and warm, and thank you for being so incredibly gracious in your request. It means a lot, my homie.

Prompt: “5 more minutes, please.” In which Namjoon makes the most of his rainy day with you.

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

Member: Kim Namjoon

Warnings: baby-mon

Word Count: 2.6k

Nothing screams rainy day comfort more than a freshly shaved pair of legs, a soft blanket, and a steeping cup of hot tea caught in the clutches of your chilled hands. Bringing the mug to rest on your drawn knee, you inhale the rich, cinnamon flavor notes as they mix with the warmly scented lotion still soaking into your baby skin, sighing with contentment as a comfortably warm tingle settles your body further into the couch.

You close your eyes against the cozy atmosphere of the living room, lit with a naturally grey hue filtering in through the window nearby, as you train your ears easily into the soft pitter-patter of the steadily falling rain outside. Your favorite movie plays quietly in the background, merely white noise against the distraction of the drizzle and calm cloaking you. A satisfied groan rumbles in your throat as you tip the hot liquid up to sip gently, the frothy piece of heaven tracking a stream of fuzzy heat all the way into your stomach.

The movie playing, the rain falling, and the tea draining, your senses don’t tune into the quiet sound of the front door to the dorm opening with a soft creak or the tall and sturdy figure slipping unheard into the room behind you. Laughing lazily at a scene that always seems to leave you tickled, your ears fail to absorb the padding steps of a barefoot someone approaching your back, the tender feet coming to a stop only inches from your unaware person. The phantom body watches you for a moment, soundless, breathing in the sight of you cuddled up under a heaping blanket, a baggy t-shirt bunched up around your frame with freshly wet locks wound loosely upon your head.

You don’t feel the needy tingles that tease the tips of the intruders fingers at the sight of you so natural and tantalizingly simple, but you do feel the sudden snake of limbs winding their way around your torso from behind, the failure to contain the growing need expressing itself through physical touch. You jolt violently in fear, the unannounced embrace leaving your mind to race through all of the worst scenarios, mainly kidnapping and robbery, but your instinctive flight is halted by the strong grip of arms encircling you. You begin to turn your head, ready to cut and run at the first opportunity, when the low rumble of a very familiar voice sounds in your ear.

“It’s just me,” Namjoon greets gently, the tips of his fingers pressing into the soft skin of your arm, rubbing out small circles of calming quietude. Your heart immediately pumps slower, beating nerves turning to methodic contentment, his unexpected presence enveloping you in another layer of comfort.

“You scared me,” you admit, giggling tenderly as you raise your hand to grip around the warm forearm gated across your chest, your own fingers spelling out a greeting in the texture of his skin.

Namjoon only hums in response, the strands of his tousled hair falling forward to tickle your cheek as his head moves over your shoulder. He turns gently, his plush lips connecting chastely under your jaw, pecking a line of soft and sweet kisses down the slope of your neck until his issuance of affection comes to rest atop the fabric covering your shoulder. His head pauses in this position, squishy cheek pressed against yours as his chin fits into the dip of your collarbone, his arms squeezing tighter around you.

“Naaamjooooon?” you sing inquisitively, eyebrow raising as another giggle shakes your shoulders. You rake a finger along the expanse of his arm, attempting to swivel your gaze to get a good look at him, but to no avail, unable to catch a glance of the man latched around you from this angle. “Is everything okay? I thought you had rehearsal all day?”

Another hum vibrates in his throat, his head readjusting itself with minute detail to better fit against you. “I guess the rain is making everyone soft,” he replies slowly, his voice floating on a cloud. “PD let us take the rest of the day off.”

At this, you swiftly shift yourself in Namjoon’s grasp, the sudden movement catching him off guard as he allows you to turn. Attention drifting at his explanation, you momentarily peek past where Namjoon is hunched over the back of the couch, your eyes searching for the front door and the 6 other energetic and adorable children that you expect to walk through it any minute. “Really? Where are the other boys?” you ask excitedly the way you always do when you know they’ll be coming home.

Tender, but firm, fingers find their way to your chin, gripping the flesh to gently distract your attention from the door and shower it on the man still hovering next to you. When you finally meet his gaze, your chest curls with the familiar jolt of emotion that always comes along with Namjoon’s presence. You fold your legs under you as you situate yourself to face him, eyes wide and dilated as you try to trace his every feature: the lavish glow of his unblemished skin, the delicate curls of his muted brown hair, the deep rings of chocolate coloring his eyes, and especially the deep pink of his tempting lips, the bottom of which is caught between the bite of his teeth in the most unfair of ways.

His eyebrows are scrunched as he gazes at you, an expression that you only now register as a sort of pout, the adorable squish of his face leaving you fighting an amused grin. “What?”

“You’re not excited to see me?” he asks, his lips curving into a puppy-like frown.

Sympathy washing over you at the sight of Namjoon upset in the slightest, you raise the palms of your hands to cup the puff of his cheeks, your thumbs pressing gingerly into the flat plane of skin on either side of his mouth where you know his dimples lay hidden. “Of course, I am,” you assure, searching his eyes. “Don’t be silly.” To drive your point home and the pout off of his face, you lean forward, sponging a single and lingering peck against his lips, pulling away all too soon for Namjoon’s liking. His hands, which have been stationed one on your chin and the other on the cushion of the couch, now begin to migrate over the furniture piece, wide palms cradling the small of your back in an attempt to pull you closer to him.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” he mocks, feigning childish skepticism as he eyes you warily.

You giggle, latching your hands together around his neck as you lean into him. “Would you believe me if I made you food?”

His eyes widen at the idea, relinquishing a fraction of his act as he strongly considers his options. “It’s a start,” he teases, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. You grin slowly, nodding with a giggle. The moment you release Namjoon to stand from your cocoon on the couch, he wastes no time, straightening out his long body to meet you as you begin to trek into the kitchen. Playful fingers snatch your dangling hand out of the air, entangling your digits within the web of his own as you walk. Before you’ve even crossed the threshold of the kitchen, Namjoon has you tugged into his side, the heat of his body radiating against you at his welcome closeness.

Once inside the desired room of choice, you pull your hand from Namjoon’s, setting to work on yanking out various ingredients and cookware to whip up a simple favorite. As you move from the fridge, to the counter, and back again, gathering your supplies, you feel Namjoon’s presence follow, his fingers ghosting over your spine, your hip, your arm, his hands roaming freely with the desire to be near to you. You amusedly allow his proddings, the affectionate tingles that spring in their wake a gladly received sensation as you work. Moving to stand in front of the stove once all of the ingredients have been pooled and ready to cook, you begin stirring, grinning chastely as Namjoon situates himself directly behind you, his arms wrapping taught around your waist, his head resting upon your shoulder as his lips occasionally reward the skin of your neck or cheek with endearing kisses.

Trying not to fall into the lull of the way he’s rocking your bodies side to side to the soft melody being hummed against your hair, lest the sizzling dinner burn, you lean your head back against the sturdy frame of his chest, weaving your fingers amidst the tangle of his. An adorable whine floats from Namjoon when you have to pull away to plate the food, the mere minutes of disconnect leaving him antsy and eager. Waving the newly completed dish before him, a playful taunt, he tails after you back to the living room, his fingers itching more and more with every step.

The grey sleep of the rain is still cascading gently against the city skyline outside, the serene noise invading your senses once again as you plop back into your spot, food placed carefully on the coffee table before you. Namjoon lowers himself next to you, so close that you’re forced to lean into the dip of the sofa, your arm pressed flush against his. Just before you can re-burden your hands with the weight of food, Namjoon curls his arm around the curve of your lower back, tugging you into a more desired position. He pulls you over him, stationing your body against the arm of the couch on one side of him while your legs splay out over his lap. Seeming pleased with this new arrangement, Namjoon leans forward, gripping both of your dinners before handing yours over, satiated, for the moment at least, to eat his dinner in the comfortable murmurings of your movie and the teardrops of rain plinking off the window.

“The boys went out for night, by the way,” Namjoon finally answers your earlier question as your empty plates are stacked and moved back to the coffee table. “They won’t be back until pretty late.”

It’s your turn to hum sleepily at him, the food now resting happily in your stomach soothing your mood. “I’m glad they’re out.”

Namjoon glances at you with a raised brow, his fingers drawing absentminded shapes into the skin of your thigh. “You are? Why?”

You grin lopsidedly, your eyes squinting cutely as you push yourself forward to Namjoon. “Because I get you all to myself,” you relish, curtaining the line of Namjoon’s jaw with your palm, soft brushes of your fingers painting his cheek. The dimples that you’ve been awaiting run deep as he grins at you, his hands snaking their way around your hips as you’re tugged to straddle his lap, the action innocent and full of warmth. His lithe fingers press themselves into the divots at the small of your back, the pressure spurring your body to fall against his, the blanket of his arms the equivalent of home to you.

You’re too tired to protest when Namjoon deftly lifts you along with him as he stands, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist as he carries you carefully down the hall and into the soft quiet of his bedroom, the wide window hanging next to his bed optimal for hearing and appreciating the weeping skies. The sun has descended leaving the vast twinkling of the glossy city to light the shadowed streams of water, the crystal weather blurring the true lines of the concrete jungle like a weary hand wiping the sleep out of its eyes.

Namjoon attentively yanks back the crisp sheets of his large bed, allowing you to softly lower into the cool fabric, the downy pillow cradling your head lulling you further into the voracity of sedation. You’re half aware of the sound of rain intensifying somewhat, the cadence becoming sharper as Namjoon slides his window open a bit, knowing it’s your favorite sound to sleep to. You roll over on your side, your fingers reaching to find the figure of your personal heater next to you, mewling with disappointment when you find he’s still stripping himself of his rehearsal clothes, opting for a slim fitting pair of cotton sweatpants and a bare-skin torso. If you could open your tired eyes any more, you would find great pleasure in ogling Namjoon’s shapely stature, but your lids are growing heavier by the second.

The cool sheets are pulled away for a moment as Namjoon situates himself next to you, easily tugging your malleable figure towards him in the darkness, a warm hand curling you into him. You fit your head into the puzzle of his shoulder, turning on your side to throw a wanting arm over his mid-section, desiring to feel his heated skin beneath the tips of your fingers. His hand rises once you’re fitted against him, piecing the fallen strands of your hair between his digits with a calm rhythm.

He sighs in contentment at the feeling of your small warmth curled up with him, the soft pulse of your heartbeat pressuring into his side as your short breaths fan over his collarbones. Your legs shift around below, bundling themselves coldly into the space between his own, seeking out some remnants of heat in the previously vacant bed. As your breathing slows, sweet hands curling closed on top of Namjoon’s chest, he grins, comforted by the nearness of your sleeping figure.

“So beautiful,” he whispers to the silence, craning his head down to press his twitching lips against the smooth surface of your forehead, allowing them to linger there for a little while, relishing the scent of his favorite vanilla shampoo as it drifts sweetly from your locks. “Goodnight.” And Namjoon falls asleep, himself, to the familiar repetitions of your breathing and the lethargic fall of heavy rain against the window sill.

Hours later, when the early morning rays of fog-blurred sunlight shine against your eyes, you wake from your deep and satisfying slumber, noting instantly the snoozing body still coiled around you, messy hair sticking up against the pillow, red lips slightly parted with deliberate exhales. You grin affectionately at the vision of sleeping Namjoon, raising a gentle hand to trace the rise and fall of his features without waking him. You allow yourself a few more precious minutes to gaze at your love in the calm of the morning before sighing to yourself, knowing that if you don’t move soon, you’ll be running very late for work.

You begrudgingly, but carefully, pluck Namjoon’s wrist from the gate of your captivity, lifting slowly for enough space to slide out. Your escape plan is short lived, however, as an objective groan rasps from beside you, limp arms becoming taught as they pull you closer against him.

“Namjoon,” you whine playfully, pressing his chest. “I have to go.”

“No,” he blanches, half awake. “Stay.”

Rolling your eyes, you fight an irrepressible smile. “Namjoon, I really do love you, but I also really do have to get to work, and I can’t get up with you holding me like this.”

A squeeze of his chain-like arm expresses his neediness even this early, reluctant to let you slip away for even an hour, much less all day. He’s silent for a moment, so much so that you assume he must’ve fallen back asleep, before he groans once more with a whining compromise. “5 more minutes, please.”

Huffing with defeat as you feel his words tug your emotions back down, you settle back into the pillow, playfully rolling your eyes up as you allow Namjoon his treasured time, secretly reveling in the small window left with him today before you are both whisked back to the grind and out of this easy perfection.

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Namjoon // blurb

(Moodboard credit to @woojungkook)

Requested by anon. Another stan for the king. God bless.

PT. 1

Prompt: “I’m done hiding in the shadows.” In which you turn to your best friend, Namjoon, when an unknown someone begins stalking you.

Genre: angst

Member: Kim Namjoon

Warnings: stalker/obsessive tendencies

Word Count: 4.7k

The deep and unsettled ball of unease stationed in the pit of your stomach continues to roll around relentlessly as you press the flat of your palm to your abdomen, checking that the lining of your body is still containing the steadily increasing queasy feeling, even if only barely. You spur on the pace of your steps, feet quickening against the rough surface of the sidewalk as the sound of your short breaths cut in front of you, puffs of chilled air streaming from between your parted lips.

The risk of a glance behind you is necessary, or at least you convince yourself it is, just to be sure, as a subtle noise akin to footsteps echoes from over your shoulder. Your eyes frantically scan the dark street, narrowing keenly against the various alley entrances and shadowed storefronts, places hidden from the revealing glow of the overhanging streetlights. In the end, you resolve that your paranoia is getting to you again, making you hear things that just aren’t there. Still, you can’t help a last flick of your wandering irises behind you, flitting your gaze across the vacant road, the absence of visible bodies almost making the possibility of concealed ones more unnerving.

Your pace speeds along, legs widening their stride as you yank your bag further over your aching shoulder. It’s your own fault, really, for staying at the library so late, but at the time, remaining until after the incessant whispers of every other student had vacated the building seemed like a wise idea: history finals wouldn’t cram for themselves. Now, however, hours later than any sane person should be roaming the streets, you’re starting to regret your decision, wondering if a good grade is well worth your life. You know you might be over-exaggerating things a bit, but after the strange happenings of the previous week and the news story that had caught the city’s attention last month, walking alone late at night is the last place you’d like to be depicted.

That sickly sensation begins creeping over the back of your neck like hot ice again, raising prickly and uncomfortable gooseflesh that brings a taught pull to the muscles in your shoulders. You force your eyes to stay trained forward this time, unwilling to risk anymore glimpses into the void behind you, too nervous of what might be lurking there. Your brain is jittery, fumbling for thought as your body steps on pins and needles, every nerve on high alert against the slightest twinge of noise or flicker of movement. A flash of jet black suddenly cuts through your peripherals, a shrill shout building in your tight chest before your wide eyes land on the fat cat that has just scurried past you and onto the rise of a nearby bench.

“You’re not so scary,” you breathe relievedly, stepping from your stunned position as you huff with laughter, amused at the silliness of your own fright. You reach down gently and run your fingers over the soft fur of the feline as she purrs gratefully against you, pushing her head further into your hand before something abruptly draws her attention, her sedated eyes widening down the street behind you before she’s gone, darting away and into the darkness once more before you can register her disappearance. Your fingers stall above where she previously sat, frozen with confusion and fear as you slowly crane your neck to scan the dimly lit avenue. Your nerves should calm when you see nothing, just the usual street lamp and random bench here and there, but the absence of subject does the exact opposite, an unfurling fear lighting through the network of your veins, aching all the way into your fingertips until your entirety is humming with alarm, spurring you to motion.

You swallow hard, your feet stumbling back before your body catches up, suddenly running from nothing, shoes smacking the pavement as you speed onward, breath burning in your lungs. The shivers racing to meet the ends of your appendages continue their relentless assault as you move, the quickening pace of your panicked limbs seemingly useless at removing you from whatever the source of your perturbation is. You’re not quite sure where you’re running until you suddenly find yourself on a familiar street, feet carrying you steadfast towards the the front door of someone you hadn’t realized you were headed to see, prompted to him by subconscious trepidation.

Your knuckles rap against the hard wood of his door so hard your joints begin to ache, but you insist, the pain in your hand nothing compared the persistently creeping tingle rising up your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck stand stock straight as your eyes whip sideways to survey the length of the road, widening in an attempt to detail every nook and cranny, desperate to make out some sort of culprit while equally terrified. You’re so caught up in your frantic scrutinization that you fail to notice the wood disappearing from under your knuckles, your hand continuing to knock on empty air for a few seconds before the feeling of long and nimble fingers snake around your waving wrist, halting your motion.

You jolt at the touch, eyes shooting back to the door to find it open, a tall and sleep-worn Namjoon standing in the frame. His muted brunette hair, almost silver in the dark light, is mussed, obviously styled by the pillows he was surely buried in not minutes ago. His long torso is bare, the only clothing he’d thought to put on before answering the door being the loosely hung sweatpants that poorly cover the band of the black boxer briefs peeking over the top, hugging against the jut of his narrow hipbones.

You glance back up to his face to find his smooth features scrunched against the glare of the streetlight, eyes scrunched as his free hand rubs sleepy circles into them with his pointed knuckles. It takes him a moment to focus on your presence despite the way his hand is gently gripping your wrist. “Y/N?” he mumbles, squinting down at you until your face becomes a clearer picture. “What are you doing here?”

Instead of answering him with words, you find yourself flung forward, arms coming to rest around the shape of his bare waist as he jolts in surprise, stumbling back a few steps with you attached to him. He grunts at the impact and you take full advantage, pushing yourself against the familiar warmth of his skin as you pass through the doorway of his home, fingers digging into his back as you move.

“Close the door, Joon. Close the door, close the door,” you urge, your voice strained against him as he looks down at you, arms held up with stunned confusion as to what you’re doing at his house this late and this frazzled. Still, the tone of your voice has him obliging, reaching a long arm over you to swing the front door closed. The moment you hear the sound of the latch click shut, your body heaves with relief, the crawling discomfort that had your skin prickling beginning to seep from you by the second as you breathe lowly.

Namjoon, now somewhat awake and aware of your slightly trembling frame encircling him, sighs, his own lithe arms bending to accommodate your figure, coiling slowly around your shape in an effort to coax out the last of your shivers. He holds you here like this for a silent moment, taking the liberty to lean his head down enough to gently brush the pillow of his lips over the silk of your hair, back and forth ever so lightly, the sensation of him against you only soothing you further.

“So are you going to tell me why you’ve shown up at my house in the middle of the night in a blind panic?” Namjoon eventually whispers into the lulling silence, that familiar lightheartedness evident in his voice. “Or do you want to play a rousing game of 20 questions?”

You can’t help but snort, face still hidden in his chest. Maybe this is why your feet carried you here instead of your own home: they knew only Namjoon would know what to say to make you laugh your way from the lock of your shaken state.

“Hey,” Namjoon coaxes as your soft laughter dissipates, serious now as he gently leans you away from him. He intently searches your gaze, his hand detaching to raise to your face, soft fingers pushing a few stray hairs behind your ear as he scrunches his brow. “Are you okay?”

You take a deep breath, tearing your eyes from him for a only a moment before resetting your irises upon his deep, studying, hazel orbs. “Yeah, I’m fine.” As you speak, your nerves beginning to settle, you realize just how intrusive your presence is, rousing Namjoon from sleep unannounced, shoving your way inside uninvited, and all merely on the whim of danger. A slight pang of guilt pinches your chest, and it would probably be more-so if Namjoon hadn’t done the same to you for far less reason in your years of friendship. You’ll count this as simply returning the favor.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he questions tenderly, reading your undercurrent almost like he’s done it before.

You manage a weak smile, eyes drifting over his face as you softly shake your head. “In a minute.” You need time to gather yourself more wholly before you go spilling a load of imaginary fears into Namjoon’s lap.

He’s is about to nod when you suddenly reach forward again, pressing your cheek to the plane of his chest as you squeeze his waist, closing your eyes against the comfort. “Can you just…maybe stay like this for a little bit?” you request softly, remaining still save for the subtle way your fingers are lilting over the dip of Namjoon’s spine. He really is so warm…

A swell of consoling tingles whispers along your skin when Namjoon folds his arms around you once more, his lips resting atop the crown of your head. “I’ll stay,” he murmurs into your hair, absentmindedly swaying your bodies in a silent cadence that slowly lulls you further into his assuage. Somewhere amidst the serene embrace, you begin to lean more limply into Namjoon, your body falling victim to the entrancing oscillation, suddenly incredibly weary as the late hour and taxing events catch up with you.

You faintly feel yourself being prompted forward as your hands grip at Namjoon for support, your feet fumbling over themselves in an attempt to stay upright. Your eyes fight to open, curious to see where you’re being moved to until you’re suddenly flopping towards Namjoon, tired limbs softly tugged down to straddle his lap as he situates himself on the couch in his living room. Logic inclines you to remove yourself, to sit next to him rather than on him like this, leaning your head in the crook of his broad shoulder, but the room is so dark and quiet, and Namjoon is so warm and solid, cradling you to his chest with expansive palms that are delicately trailing the line of your spine as you slump into him, that you find yourself unwilling to move.

You hum sleepily against Namjoon’s skin, your fingers dusting over the slim curve of his waist as you draw your hands up, curling them around the firm warmth of his neck as he adjusts slightly for you, slipping his head forward to make room. The feeling of his broad chest breathing in tandem with yours, his big heart thudding solidly underneath the spread of his coffee skin, is something unlike you’ve ever experienced anywhere else. Namjoon’s presence has always been this sense of comfort for you, and it’s with this placid thought that you’re finally pulled under, completely oblivious to the sweet murmurings of a boy too shy to utter them against your ear fully awake.

You’re not sure for how long you drift off, for how long the sweet unconsciousness of sleep commands your body, but when your eyes finally flutter open, the fuzzy image that slowly pans back into focus around you is still dim, cloaked in a soft, purple hue that hints at how early in the morning it must be. You blink blearily against the remnants of your deep slumber, still half asleep as you shift your weight slightly, flinching in surprise when the solid surface under you shifts back. Leaning your head to the side, you crane your tired gaze to find Namjoon, head lolling against the cushions on the back of the couch. His eyes are gently shut, soft lashes splayed like little brush strokes over the tops of his cheeks, and his plush lips are slightly parted, almost inaudible snores sneaking from between them every few seconds.

You’re suddenly very aware of the way Namjoon is holding you against him, the shift of your position just a moment ago prompting his sleeping figure to tighten the grip he has around your waist, tugging your straddling frame further into his chest as your own hands lay flat along the contour of his shoulders, which you now remember are bare. You’re not sure if it’s the half-awake fuzz still dusting your head or the way the subtle hills and grooves of the muscles lying hidden just under Namjoon’s skin can be felt whenever you delicately skim your fingertip along it, but you make no effort to move off of him. Instead, you find yourself raising a hand from his chest to his face, hesitant but curious fingers wandering to the tousled mess of curls littering his forehead.

You gently thread a single finger amidst the soft texture of his hair, watching as the lock slowly raises atop your digit and then flops silently back down into place. It’s almost odd how many times you amuse yourself by repeating this action, varying the locks of hair, eyes mesmerized by the silky lilt of it as it moves. Eventually, however, you find yourself threading more than one finger between the strands, pads of your hands running tenderly along Namjoon’s scalp as the tendrils coast like butter through your digits. A small, content smile curls at your lips as you continue, leaning your head to the side as your hand runs again through Namjoon’s rich mop.

You’re jolted from your methodical petting when a low hum elicits from Namjoon’s throat, his chest rumbling against you as his eyelids begin to flutter. You retract your hand with a flinch, a flush racing to your cheeks for having woken your best friend in such an unconventional way. It’s not like you and Namjoon have never slept over before, and it’s not like you’ve never done it in the same bed, but playing with his hair in the early hours of the morning wasn’t something you could say was on the friendship checklist.

You sit back slightly in Namjoon’s lap as his eyes lethargically blink themselves awake, the lazy pull of the lids an obvious indicator of how he isn’t quite ready to take on the day. “Good morning,” you smile quietly down at him when his gaze meets yours, deciding that speaking into the silence is better than letting it settle.

“Morning,” he replies in a raspy tone, one of his hands raising to rub the sleep from his eyes as he yawns. The motion reminds you of the same one he had enacted last night when answering the door for you after being awoken from his first attempt at sleep. Suddenly, your reason for being here in the first place comes flooding back to you, the leftovers from the crawling prickle beginning to prod at the base of your neck in reminder as your smile falls from your face.

Namjoon quickly picks up on your shift in mood, his knuckles ceasing their movement against his eyelid as he sits up a little straighter under you. He stays gazing at you for a moment as your irises cast off along the floor, slightly dazed in the memory of last night as he studies your expression, reading your face instantly.

“Y/N,” he gently calls, tilting his head in an attempt to get into your line of view. “Are you ready to talk about why you’re here?”

You take a heavy breath, ready to explain what drove you to Namjoon, but unsure of how to explain your fear without any real, hard, fact to back it up. Scrunching your eyebrows together, you drag your eyes back to Namjoon’s awaiting face, sighing before deciding to go with the most to-the-point answer you can conjure. “I think someone’s been following me.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen almost instantly, his lips parting in a silent gasp as he flits his gaze across your face. “What?”

“I think someone’s be-”

“I heard that part,” Namjoon urges on, his lips exerting a little extra effort to keep up with forming around his rushed words. “What do you mean someone’s been following you? When? Where? Who?”

A bubble of air stutters in your chest, multiple answers to his multiple questions trying to spill out all at once before you close your eyes, breathing deeply as you reach out to place your hands back on the flat of Namjoon’s heavily rising chest. “Joon, please slow down,” you request, your eyes still closed as you feel him begin to relax under your palms, leaning back into the cushions once more. “I don’t know who. Just someone.”

“How long have you been feeling like this?” he asks, his voice miles softer and slower by the time you open your eyes to find his face studying yours with worried brows.

You shrug, gaze tearing away to the floor as your lip curls down. “I don’t remember exactly when,” you admit. “Two weeks ago maybe?”

Namjoon jolts forward at your words, shock mixed with a twinge of worried anger contorting his face before he quickly wrenches his eyes closed, composing himself with pursed lips. You see his tensely wound shoulders sigh with release before his eyes meet yours once again, Namjoon’s face restored to a folded, brow, eyes glossed with curious disquiet.

“Why wouldn’t you have told me?” he prods quietly, his gaze searching yours. “Something could’ve happened to you. Someone could’ve–” He cuts himself off as if he doesn’t want to finish the rest, and you don’t think you want him to either.

“It’s probably nothing, Nams,” you assure meekly, your words barely leaving an impressionable mark on yourself.

“Why do you say that?”

“I’ve…I’ve never actually seen anybody,” you admit shyly, glancing down to your lap. “It’s just been this feeling I’ve had.” You remain with your gaze fixated on the material of your pants, hoping your words don’t sound too stupid out loud despite the weight they hold in your memory.

You hear Namjoon sigh above you as you ready yourself to be brushed aside before his long fingers find their way under your tilted chin, softly tugging your face back into his view. He’s intently studying you when you meet his eyes, his expression so intense that you find yourself shrinking back in his firm grip. “You should’ve told me,” he suddenly says much to your surprise. You were sure Namjoon was going to laugh this whole thing off the minute you admitted your fear was rooted entirely on a premonition.

“What?”

“Y/N, you and the whole city know what happened last month with that girl from Inchang High School. She disappeared, and the police are still looking for her.” At Namjoon’s words, you find your chest constricting oddly, the tragedy of the young girl’s vanishing still fresh in almost every corner of the city. “Her family’s in shambles, her friends are mourning, and the community is a wreck trying to help look for her.”

“Namjoon…”

“And do you remember who the police warned us all about after she went missing? Do you remember who they said was probably at fault for her disappearance?”

You do, but as you listen to Namjoon’s recount, you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“A stalker. Her stalker. Someone who had watched her for weeks, learned her routine, and then taken advantage of the perfect, vulnerable moment. One moment was all it took, and look at what happened.”

By the time Namjoon’s finished speaking, your chin is practically trembling between his fingers, the unwarranted heat of tears beginning to prickle behind your heavily blinking lids. You’ve never, once, in the past two weeks, said the words out loud. Hearing Namjoon utter the possible reality of your situation has a whole new layer of deep-set and suffocating panic settling on top of you, the air in your lungs constricting painfully as you struggle to maintain your breath.

“No…it’s not–” is all you can manage to choke out amidst the stuttering inhales, the shake of your head conveying to Namjoon all he needs to know to respond with a sincerely saddened look as he takes you in.

“I’m not saying that,” he reassures gently, his hand moving from your chin to your cheek to softly thumb over your shivering skin. “I’m saying you need to be careful. I’m saying, just a feeling or not, you should’ve told me because I want to keep you safe, Y/N.”

The removing of the firm hold of his fingers from your chin has left your jaw free to shake violently, the look on Namjoon’s face mixed with the honesty of his words only increasing the tremble until its almost uncontrollable. Even though you know Namjoon wasn’t trying to insinuate anything on you, and the deeply rooted realization of what you had pegged down to a feeling was already somewhere long-known inside of you, the vocalization of such things never becomes any easier, the crushing weight of what you now have to deal with setting its full self by the tons directly on the cavity of your fragile chest.

“I’m so scared,” you suddenly cry, your words spilling out between contorted lips as the heat behind your eyes bubbles over. Namjoon’s brow furrows with heartache as he wraps his long and warm arms around the shape of your shivering shoulders, drawing you back against him as your face falls into his neck, crying with a subdued voracity into his skin. One of his hands raises to brush away the strands of hair littering the line of your neck, his fingers replacing their previous station with soft and soothing strokes along your stuttering flesh, contracting with releasing sobs under the layer of soft skin.

“Shhh, don’t be scared, I’m right here,” Namjoon hushes consolingly, the cadence of his voice against your ear sending comforting waves down your spine. “I’ll always be right here.” You find yourself with the sudden energy to grip him back, shaking hands curling around his waist as they find warmth between his body and the couch, fingertips running along the dips in the bottom of his spine.

Namjoon allows you to cry against him until you have no more tears to spare, keeping silent save for the few sweet reassurances he ushers into your ear here and there, mostly expressing his consolation with the firm and steady squeeze of his arms around your frame, remaining there until the majority of your trembling has ceased to a light hum. As your tears subside, your quiet whimpers still echoing around the room every moment or so, Namjoon relaxes his hold on you, his hand raising to tangle in the dangling tendrils of your hair along the curve of your back.

“Namjoon,” you sniffle, your cheek laid flat against his chest as your body curls limply in his lap.

“Hmm,” he hums in response, gentle in the aftermath of your emotion.

“What if it’s true?” you venture, trying with all your might to keep your body from stiffening too severely. “What if I’m next?” Despite your efforts, your voice breaks towards the end of your questioning, Namjoon’s arms squeezing around you in response.

“It’s not going to happen,” he’s quick to promise, his voice so steady that you actually begin to believe him. “I’ll walk you everywhere personally if I have to. Home, school, work, the store, anywhere you want me, I’ll go.” He pauses, his lips lowering to press against the top of your head in a chaste kiss. “I’m not going to see your face on the news, Y/N. I won’t.”

Despite the still-small ache throbbing lowly in your chest from your leftover tears, the conviction of Namjoon’s words and the way his arms are holding you fast have you closing your eyes against the safety of his embrace, wishing suddenly to never part from it. “Namjoon,” you whisper out once more, waiting until you feel him hum against your hair before you continue. “Will you please come home with me?”

You relish the feeling of smiling as Namjoon chuckles underneath you, shifting slightly as he prepares to rise, his hands assisting your hips in sliding off of him as he does so. “I’d love nothing more.”

After the waterfall events of the early morning, Namjoon and you are more awake than you expected, not having to wait very long at all for your friend to head upstairs and put on actual clothes suitable for the chilly weather. He’s back down in record time, a pleasant grin on his face as he gathers your bag for you over his shoulder and allows you out the door. His street seems much less menacing in the golden glow of the early sunrise, the sound of birds chirping in the far distance a lovely soundtrack to walk to as you both begin the trek back to your apartment.

Outside of the walls of Namjoon’s house, your energy is slightly different, the close proximity of sleep and the way you felt so comfortable to touch him without restraint now somewhat returned to how it was before. It leaves a slight pang of longing that you can’t seem to shake as you continue to eye the swing of Namjoon’s open palm between you while you walk, the hand that only an hour ago was wrapped so tightly around you now seeming so off-limits. You briefly wonder if he’s thinking the same about you before your eyes flit away towards the pavement, trying your damndest to focus on the excited ramblings spilling from his lips over his latest musical endeavor.

Your banter flows easily, like it always does, making time pass quickly as the pleasantness of your early morning walk draws to a close, the vision of your apartment building approaching at the end of the street.

“Once I put my stuff away, do you want to go grab some breakfast at that coffee shop on the corner?” you question, turning your body towards Namjoon as you take the final few steps up to the front glass doors of your building, smiling when he nods enthusiastically in return. Your grin vanishes, however, the moment you turn back and your foot makes contact with a thin, manilla envelope jutting out from between the double doors, carefully placed there by gentle hands.

You slowly bend down to pick it, aware of Namjoon standing behind you as your fingers delicately unfold the top. A lump forms in your throat as it pops up, something deep in your stomach telling you that this package was intended to find your hands. Shaking fingers slowly slide into the parcel until they fit around a thin piece of parchment, almost unwilling to draw it out of hiding but doing so anyway despite the shouts of protest echoing around the walls of your head.

Your stomach does a nauseating twist as your eyes finally land on the contents: a single picture with a sticky note attached. The photo is of you last night, pressing yourself into Namjoon’s chest as you shoved your way inside of his house: a still shot of the moment you escaped the crawling discomfort of the open night. But as your eyes cast down, your legs turning to a trembling mess beneath you, your throat scratching with a white heat, and your insides somersaulting with a sickening throw, you read over the small note stuck neatly to the bottom of the photo, 6 little words that send your head spinning.

I’m done hiding in the shadows.

(*cue the law and order DUN DON* issa two parter y’all)

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Do you guys have any neighbours AU fics ?? any ship is fine :)

Bed For Two by yjhs [Taekook, E, 18k]

potluck by pursuit [Yoonkook, G, 5k]

Never Letting Go of Surburbia by NastaeTae [Taekook, E, 18k]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside by mucha [Taegi, E, 6k]

play your love songs all night long (only for me) by agust__d [Taegi, T, 19k]

Be My First, Be My Last by PinkBTS [Jikook, T, 23k]

give me the package (give me your love) by bakkushan [Yoonmin, M, 9.7k]

no more sad songs by sugarkookx [Namjin, T, 11k]

two sides; same story by namjoone [Jikook, E, 12k]

- N

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Baby, You’re Wondrous

Description: Pregnancy is rough and tiring and even slightly disgusting, but your dearest husband comforts you and shows you just how desirable you still are.

Pairing: Namjoon x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Very Light Angst, Smut (essentially PWP)

Format: Female Reader’s POV

Word Count: 5.4k

Rating: Mature

Warnings & Features: domestic & established relationship (Husband!Namjoon); pregnant Reader; profanity; brief gender talk; graphic sexual content (pregnant sex, slight body worship(?), lactation kink/colostrum suckling, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, creampie, associated dirty talk)

Author’s Note: Namjoon is way overdue to have a story on my Masterlist. :’) I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading!

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CRYXLOWRITES | MASTERLIST

SERIES

ROMANTICS || All Parts

BITTERSWEET POMEGRANATE || All Parts

INFLUENCE || All Parts

BLACK INK || All Parts

EGGS AND BACON || All Parts

KIWI || All Parts

COWRITTEN SERIES

COFFEE STAINS || All Parts

THE KNIGHTS || All Parts

CHERRY BOMB || All Parts

LOVELESS || All Parts

MUSINGS || All Parts

TLJ! KYLO X READER

Requested || Who You Were Meant to Become

Requested || Elements 24 and 79

Requested || Liability

Requested || Touch

Requested || Similarities & Differences

Requested || One Time

Non-Requested || Exile

Requested || A Full Night’s Rest

Requested || Is That a Challenge?

KYLO REN X READER

Requested || Please Don’t Leave Me

Requested || You Don’t Understand

Requested || Naps

Requested || Mornings

#39 || “Don’t get us caught” #40 || Keep Quiet

#20 || “Tell me you love me”

#31 || “Can I touch your hair?”

Requested || Stars

#38 || “Can I put it on?”

#2 || “Fight” #43 || “Get out of my head”

#32 || “Kiss me like you mean it”

#47 || “I don’t want to be alone”

Requested || Syphilis Breakout

#55 || “You can’t do this to me” #56 || “Stop pushing me away”

Requested || Slow morning

#63 || “I can’t remember” #17 || “You don’t have a choice

#34 || “This is different”

Requested || A Secret love

#52 || “I’m scared”

#37 || “Hold me”

#84 || “I lost the baby” #85 || “It’s not your fault”

Requested || Let him die

Requested AU || August

Requested || Lieutenant

Non-Requested || What’s Your Name?

Non-Requested || Trust the Force

Requested || Piano Lessons

MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

#11 || I think he’s hot

#53 || Princess Bride AU

#95 || “I know it’s you”

#46 || “Let me in” #34 || “I’ve only ever loved you”

#43 || “I’ll love you better than anyone else ever will.”

#38 || “You’re late”

#47 || “Don’t tell me” #48 || “I miss you”

#5 || “What?” #50 || “Fuck”

#83 || Bartender AU

#30 || “You only think you do” #93 || Secrets

#20 || “Get on your knees”

#99 || “What wig?”

#78 || Day Home

Requested AU || The Carnival

Requested AU || Blood Brothers

BEN SOLO X READER

Requested || Fool

Requested || The Pull to the Light

Requested || Can I ask you a Question?

Requested AU || Blood Brothers

CLYDE LOGAN X READER

Requested || Plastic

Requested || Cream and Sugar

OTHER

HOME || All Parts

STAR PRINCE LORD || All Parts

CRYXLOPUBLIC FIC-INSPIRED PLAYLISTS || Link

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Masterlist

Legend:

✔ - Completed story

✎ - Series in progress

Click here for my Updates/WIPs page to check newest and potentially upcoming works.

❈

❖ Baby, You’re Wondrous (M) ✔ - Husband!Namjoon | Fluff, Smut

❝You are so beautiful […] Especially with your body like this, carrying our child. How wonderful you are.❞

❖ These Wicked Delights (M+) ✔ - Incubus!Jin | Smut

❝Millions […] give in to their wicked and morally corrupt ways every hour, child. You are no different.❞

❖ Easy Rebound (M) ✔ - College!AU | Angst, Smut

❝It was too easy to gain you; of course it would be easy to lose you, too.❞

❖ A Fanciful Affair (M) ✔ - Best Man!Hoseok | Fluff, Mild Angst, Smut

❝Would you dance with me if I were the last man on Earth?❞

❖ Enlightenment (M) ✔ - College Student!Jimin | Smut

❝Everyone has their thing […] You just might not know it yet.❞

❖ Clandestine (M+) ✎ - Assassin!AU ft. Jungkook | Angst, Light Fluff, Smut, Taboo Theme, Violence

❝I knew what I had done would haunt me forever…❞

➺ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

➺ Extra: The First

❖ Clandestine (M+) ✎ - Assassin!AU ft. Taehyung | Angst, Light Fluff, Smut, Taboo Theme, Violence

❝I was so far out of my league, but it was too late to turn back.❞

➺ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

❈

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Good Catch

Good Catch Ship: Baseball!Jimin | Mascot!Reader Description: Jimin had a crush on you, the team mascot, for as long as you started working with him, though he was always too shy to confess to you. But maybe the tedious kiss cams can help this batter make a good catch for a change. Warning: Fluff, Intercourse, Blowjob, Oral, Pretty Fucking Tame Compared to my Other Sin Works Word Count: 5,229 A/N: OK, so I’ve been dying for Jimin to be in a baseball uniform, and just… what’s cuter than a Baseball player and a Mascot? I wanted something fluffy instead of just straight up sin but I hope you enjoyed the change of this compared to others! I found it sweet.

Keep reading

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est. May 2017

☞ I do not permit translations or reposts of my content, on Tumblr or on any similar platform. My work is protected by this licence.

smut (❥) ; angst (☾) ; fluff (❀) ; humour (☼) series (⁂) ; completed (✔) ; in progress (✐)

kim namjoon

⁂ Passionfruit [ ❥ ]

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 ✔

⇨ Tigerboy ; Hybrid!AU [ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Go With It ; Sub!Namjoon [ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Drabbles: Birthday • Bonded (Vampire!AU) • Dusk • Hourglass • Seafoam • Snow Angel

kim seokjin

⁂ Fire & Desire ; Fuckboy!AU [ ❥ ]

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 ✐

⇨ 7 Days [ ❀ ❥ ] - oneshot

min yoongi

⁂ Wildest Moments [ ❥ ☾ ]

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 ✔

⇨ Breakfast in Bed ; Ikea!AU [ ☼ ❀ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Drabbles: Remedy • From Time

jung hoseok

⁂ Heartbeat ; Gang!AU [ ❥ ☾ ]

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 ✐

⇨ Studio [ ❀ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Drabbles: Cranes in the Sky

park jimin

⇨ Blue Blood ; Royalty!AU [ ☾ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Body Party [ ❀ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Just Sayin/I Tried [ ☾ ❀ ❥ ] - oneshot

kim taehyung

⇨ Nightcall [ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Pusher Love Girl [ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Bibliothèque ; College!AU [ ❥❀ ] - oneshot

jeon jungkook

⁂ Comfort Inn Ending [ ❥ ☾ ]

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 ✔

⇨ Lowkey ; Nude Model!AU [ ❥ ] - oneshot

⇨ Lonely Hearts Club ; Tattoo Artist!AU [ ❥☾ ]- oneshot

☆ updates & wips ➜ here ☆ frequently asked q’s ➜ here

thank you for reading my fics ♡

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Masterlist

All my works are cross-posted to AO3. Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.

Anything marked with an M is sexually explicit and NSFW.

In Progress

Void (M) - BTS x Reader

You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men.

Part 1

Still coming: Parts 2-8

DNA (M) - Jungkook x OC

Jungkook’s career as a stud in in jeopardy when he begins falling for a woman he’s supposed to impregnate.

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8

Still coming: Ch. 9-12, 2 Bonus Chapters, and Epilogue

Everybody wanna love you (M) - Platonic OT7

BTS gets drunk and reads fan fiction together.

Part 1 Part 2

Still coming: Part 3

Completed Series

If you’re struggling like I am (M) - Jungkook X Reader

You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowly falling in love with the youngest member.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

One-shots

Can you turn off your phone? (M) - Yoongi x Reader

Yoongi’s alarm clock wakes you up at 6 am on a Sunday and you are not happy about it. At least, not at first.

On hiatus

I tell myself the world can’t be perfect - Yoongi X Hoseok X OC

Yoongi and Hoseok need a surrogate. Anna needs money. An unusual relationship begins. Takes place 10 to 15 years in the future.

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

Random Other Nonsense…

BTS reacts to oral sex (M)

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The season was just right for a splash of creative expression, and the boys surely painted their way right into our hearts this month.

this month’s theme is artist.

smut ✗ | angst ☁ | fluff ♡ | death/drugs/horror ⚠ | featured ※

✎ KIM SEOKJIN

facets of greed by @promixity | ☁ ✗ ⚠

You’re a self-destructive fashion model living off of odd jobs. seokjin’s been at the top of the modeling game for years and he’s got a lifestyle you’re craving. but it’s easy to forget everything comes with a price.

pretty lips by hobisbuttcheeks | ♡ | jinmin

Jimin is a makeup artist working on another fashion show when he meets Jin, a rather gorgeous man with very pretty lips. Jimin is sure he can make them prettier.

pretty in pink by profound_felicity | ♡ ☁ ✗ | namjin

On the Internet, college senior Kim Seokjin is known as the Pink Princess: a blogger that inspires his thousands of followers by not being afraid to accept and be himself. In real life, he is known as “that weirdo wearing girly clothes.”

✎ MIN YOONGI

the raindrop prelude by @inktae | ☁ ♡

Up on the stage you almost felt like glowing, but it will never be more than a mere illusion. Pianist AU.

patronage by @chimdeer | ☁ ♡ | ft. jungkook

you are an aspiring artist; you paint, you write music, you recreate life with every measly tool you have. it is a life filled with passion, but passion does not fill your needs. imagine your surprise then, when a man younger than you–but surely of a higher status—approaches you and offers his patronage.

my muse, my love by @an-exotic-writer | ♡ ✗

just when yoongi’s passion walks out of the frame, you walk in

grounded by @herspilledink | ♡ ※

As the lead vocalist of a rock band, stage fright isn’t a great thing to have.

your body is my canvas by @cosykims | ♡ | yoonmin

Min Yoongi is a college dropout turned tattoo artist. Park Jimin is a University student trying to figure out what being “independent” means. And fate brings them together when Park Jimin decides to disobey his parents, and Yoongi’s just there to do his job.

fool’s hope by seokseok | ♡ ☁ | yoonseok

Words and colours bleed together. Somehow it turns out that they mean the same thing.

coming home by busan_brat | ♡ ☁ ✗ | namgiseok

For Namjoon and Yoongi, home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

we write sins (not tragedies) by tteokie | ✗ ♡ | yoonseok

Rival Erotica writers Yoongi and Hoseok. 50% crack, 50% porn.

✎ JUNG HOSEOK

i flirt in #mycalvins by @bxebxee | ✗

underwear model!hoseok

fool’s hope by seokseok | ♡ ☁ | yoonseok

Words and colours bleed together. Somehow it turns out that they mean the same thing.

coming home by busan_brat | ♡ ☁ ✗ | namgiseok

For Namjoon and Yoongi, home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

we write sins (not tragedies) by tteokie | ✗ ♡ | yoonseok

Rival Erotica writers Yoongi and Hoseok. 50% crack, 50% porn.

✎ KIM NAMJOON

lit me up by @floralseokjin | ☁ ✗

You find yourself becoming captivated by a mysterious, handsome author, but you may have bitten off more than you can chew…

coming home by busan_brat | ♡ ☁ ✗ | namgiseok

For Namjoon and Yoongi, home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

follow by darling | ♡ | namkook

it’s not a Big Deal. honestly…

but jungkook maybe follows namjoon on twitter. and instagram. and tumblr. maybe.

pretty in pink by profound_felicity | ♡ ☁ ✗ | namjin

✎ PARK JIMIN

masterpiece by @midnightbts | ♡

jimin the art student has a way of making masterpieces.

your body is my canvas by @cosykims | ♡ | yoonmin

bigtown boys by stoplight | ♡ ✗ | vmin

New York’s all about looking up at skyscrapers and going down on your knees.

pretty lips by hobisbuttcheeks | ♡ | jinmin

Jimin is a makeup artist working on another fashion show when he meets Jin, a rather gorgeous man with very pretty lips. Jimin is sure he can make them prettier.

✎ KIM TAEHYUNG

muse by @workofteaguk | ♡ ☁

In which you realize that perhaps all you needed to break your artistic block was the shy boy in the bomber jacket, who sought calm in the adventure and city lights.

ballade to the dawn by @inktae | ♡ ☁ ✗

He’s an idol. You’re a songwriter. But there’s so much more left in the space between you.

bigtown boys by stoplight | ♡ ✗ | vmin

New York’s all about looking up at skyscrapers and going down on your knees.

bendy rulers by ataezingkookie | ♡ ☁ ✗ | taekook

STRAIGHT GUY WORRIES HE’S BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO GAY ROOMMATE, REALISES HE’S FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM.

✎ JEON JUNGKOOK

in media res by @workofteaguk | ♡

Scenario: I’m a photographer for this big fancy wedding so I’m going around and snapping pictures of everyone and oh wow you are so incredibly otherworldly in your beauty and oops turns out I end up taking more pictures of you than the happy couple

patronage by @chimdeer | ☁ ♡ | ft. yoongi

photographs by @honeyedhoseok | ♡ ☁

You told Jungkook once that you photographed the things you loved.

follow by darling | ♡ | namkook

it’s not a Big Deal. honestly…

but jungkook maybe follows namjoon on twitter. and instagram. and tumblr. maybe.

bendy rulers by ataezingkookie | ♡ ☁ ✗ | taekook

“STRAIGHT GUY WORRIES HE’S BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO GAY ROOMMATE, REALISES HE’S FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM.”

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