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snowithv · 9 days

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amor, moonie 생일.

𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖼𝖺 𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖾 𝖺𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗁𝖾𝖼𝖾̂-𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗃𝖺́ 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗈. 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗆: 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝖺 𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈. "𝖠𝗆𝗈𝗋" - 𝖾𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 - 𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗎 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗃𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗆, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗆. ───── 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱

𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟱.

자연❀, 음악 𖬺͟⠀ namjoon

聖物箱 ♥︎’ rkive of our love.

act ¹ literatura da tua alma.

詩學 ❛ ♡ ─── versos 𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬 do meu afeto, pela alma que tu carregas.

✿ (𝒏.) tuas palavras, como sementes, brotaram em meu ser e hoje cuido de um jardim oculto, composto pelo teu amor e pela tua essência.

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ourlolozita · 2 months

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bts [ kim namjoon ] lockscreens ♡

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rdashkoo · 5 months

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i'm just in love with this concept photos

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nygmablog · 2 years

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— kim namjoon

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byuljoonie · 9 months

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Virgo’s Groove // knj (preview)

pairing: dom!namjoon x fem!reader

genre: hard smut, drabble

warnings: you’ll see when it comes out 🕴🏾

note: I miss my man so last post of the year! Thank you all so much for supporting me and my writing I pray you have an abundant and peaceful new year! anyways enjoy lovelies. -dubu♡

You turned over in your bed annoyed that you were spending this Sunday night alone. You let out a frustrated huff, slapping your weighted comforter like it was the reason for your conundrum. You missed your fiancé.

Namjoon was out with his friends for a boy’s night and you were lonely to say the least. You tried doing skincare, watching a movie, and maybe even masturbating once or twice.

Nothing satisfied you, you threw your toy back in the drawer, thinking of what Joonie could be doing to you. His fingers trailing down your body, his pillow soft lips kissing your weakest spots, and the way he’d whisper the nastiest words in your ear.

Ugh, I’m gonna text him. You thought out loud, grabbing your phone from his side of the bed. You turned over to lay on your stomach, tapping his icon in your messages.

I miss you Joonie. Your heart palpitated at your first attempt of persuasion, following your message with a handful of hearts. The bubble message popping up immediately showing he was typing.

What’s wrong baby? He sat his drink on the bar, tapping his ring covered finger to the rhythm of the blues song playing in the background. His friends were laughing loudly, clearly inebriated in the laid-back space.

You placed the phone in front of you, snapping a close range selfie that intentionally showed your low cut top in frame. Just need you home Daddy, you captioned the photo sending it quickly. You needed to get him home, the feeling between your legs wasn’t going to dissipate.

His eyes widened slightly at your message, smirking at his phone in delight. He looked over his shoulder at a table near the window, eyeing his group of buzzing degenerates. His phone began to vibrate in his hand, your face and name covering his screen.

“Princess?” He answered deeply, clearing his throat of the desperation that lingered in the shadows.

“Baby come over…” you whined charmingly, laying your head on the cold comforter. Listening to his breathing through the phone you patiently waited for an answer, smiling when you heard shuffling and the distance sound of goodbyes.

“On my way.”