YOU WROTE ABOUT MY INNERMOST FANTASY GUUURRRL

YOU WROTE ABOUT MY INNERMOST FANTASY GUUURRRL

ever since I saw Yoongi come back from his recovery I've been in LOVE with those cheeks , he already had the dumpling look earlier but this is CHEEK NATION RISING omgsh you are amazing I looved the second cheek kiss 😊😊 sooo much I blushed 🤗 all I wanna do is 😗😙😚😊 and I NEVER seek cuteness from grown up men but YOONGI YAR 😍😍😍😍 hagnfjkk thank you sm for this ..

may you be blessed with one Bread cheek Suga in your dreams tonight 😁😁

Yoongi's soft cheeks in the latest run episode!! Don't you just wanna bite them so bad?? I know I do 🤧 definitely wanna vore cuddle him 😔 anyway here's a short prompt to celebrate the start of Yarch: Yoongi reacts to YN kissing him on the cheek when he actually thought YN was going for a kiss on the mouth ☺️ feel free to skip this if it's too boring!!

pairing: yoongi x reader / word count: 1.1k / genre/rating: fluff, sfw / warnings: none!

author’s note: a few things: 1) yes I do wanna bite yoongi’s cheeks so bad 🤧 2) YARCH MADE ME LAUGH... I love yarch (yoongi march) 3) boring? this is literally me all over it’s perfect 🥰 4) I hope it’s okay that I referenced yoongi’s hair from this week’s run too because I am... so in love... anyway 5) this is the first thing I’ve written in over a month and it’s unbeta’ed so forgive any mistakes 💖 

It’s funny. When you’d first met Yoongi, you’d thought of him as unapproachable: all sharp edges, prickly, intimidating from his choppy bleached hair to his keen eyes, from his dark clothes to his shining jewellery. Even when you’d seen him smile—a small, reticent thing that had softened all those edges—he’d still seemed a step removed from you. Reserved and cool. Distant.

How wrong you’d been. 

It’s hot today. Bright sun, heat haze; the perfect day for dipping in the water, lounging by the poolside, bursts of energy mellowed by moments of laziness. You’ve slipped away from the current hubbub, Taehyung’s encouraging whoops for Jimin’s cannonball into the water, stepped from bright light into quiet cool, the tiles under your feet a welcome refrain from the sun-hot paving stones outside. 

You can still hear the sounds of the merriment, splashing and laughter from your friends, but it’s muted through the shut French doors. Leaving you in a little bubble of your own, for this moment—leaving you in peace to grab something cold and refreshing from Namjoon’s bustling fridge, to crack open a drink you so desperately need on a day like this.

There’s a brief burst of noise. The door swings open and in cuts through the sound of Hoseok’s laughter, before the door is pushed shut and once again you’re plunged into muted quiet. You glance over your shoulder to see who it is—to see who’s followed you inside—and a smile lights your face.

“Hey, Yoongi.”

If anyone’s the antithesis of a summer person, it’s Yoongi. He’d skulked under the parasols, refused to get in the pool—only to be hoisted in by a merciless Jungkook. Yoongi bears the battle scars now by way of his damp hair, gone curly as it’s dried, dark spirals. 

The you of the past would have thought that Jungkook had invited a swift death upon his head. That wrestling Yoongi into the cool water would have been repaid with a vicious retaliation from this sharp-eyed boy—but instead you’d just laughed as Yoongi had surfaced, drenched and dripping but fond, weak for his friends and loved ones. No retaliation at all, unless you include the raised eyebrows that don’t faze Jungkook one bit, Yoongi’s attempt at feigned annoyance crumbling almost instantly into rippling waters.

You’ve known Yoongi for a long time now. Grown from strangers to acquaintances to friends, learned that Yoongi isn’t cold or sharp or distant, not really. He’s quiet and open, in the same way that a flower blooms under the sun, unfurling in the right light. (And you’d become one of those rays, something warm that lets him blossom just so.) 

He smiles back at you and it lifts his whole face, that little curl of his lips. 

It’s a smile you’ve only just started to see, something secretive and sweet, something new. Just for you. 

“Hey yourself.” 

His voice is low and languid. You’ve grown from strangers to acquaintances to friends to this—whatever this is. It’s the feeling of potential, of something more, a nascent sunrise. Like each touch you exchange means more, somehow, that each word and look holds something heavier behind it.

You’ve perched yourself at the breakfast bar, high on one of the fancy stools, glass bottle forgotten in front of you. Yoongi joins you and you can’t help but notice that he allows himself the luxury of closeness, doesn’t pull away or push back from it.

From this close, he smells like chlorine and sun cream. Like summer. All those sharp edges you’d thought he’d had are familiar, now, replaced with the lilting edges of his softer parts; his gentle eyes, the pink of his mouth, the round of his cheeks. 

(You think his mother had been right when she said he looked like a dumpling. Not just round cheeks but warm inside, too, warm and yielding and filling and lovely.)

He catches you staring. Turns into your gaze with a little cock in his brow, a terribly affectionate quirk to the corner of his mouth. But he doesn’t say anything, just watches and waits, notices the way you lean towards him, pulled towards him by something inexorable, undeniable. He finds his breath stilling as he braces for this moment that’s been building slowly from the second you’d first met, the slow rise of a firework into the sky before it bursts into sound and light and beauty, lets his eyes flit to the sweet curve of your lips—

Which press lightly against the apple of his cheek before you pull back.

You’re smiling so wide, just like a cat who got the cream. You see how he blinks, before you see the way his eyes crinkle so fondly as he smiles back, surprised but still pleased.

“I think you missed?” He says, voice soft. And you can’t help it, can’t help but keep smiling at this, his calmness even when you’ve thrown him for a loop. Can’t help but smile at that implication, unspoken but obvious—that his cheek was the false target and instead his mouth was the bullseye. That he wants it.

(That he wants to kiss you, too.)

“Did I miss? Oops. Hold on.”

You lean in, careful and considerate, lining up the shot—

and turn your head to press a kiss to his other cheek. 

You see the way he tries not to laugh, shoulders shaking in that way you like (love) so much. You’ve wanted to do that for a while now, to kiss those soft cheeks, but you’ve never felt so bold. Not until now, in this moment of cool reprieve as the sun beats hot outside, spills over your laughing friends, only a door away: maybe you should have waited for a different moment but it feels right, somehow. To give into that warm desire in this beat of stillness, to have Yoongi’s eyes slide back down to your mouth, to lean back in to finally take that next step in this thing that you have—

An unholy yelling. You both turn at the sound, watch the blurs of movement through the glass of the doors as a grinning Jungkook sprints past, chased by an indignant, irate Jin.

A beat of silence passes. Then:

“Do we want to know?”

“Probably not,” Yoongi replies. You can hear the smile in his voice. The moment’s been broken, but the way he looks at you lets you know that there’ll be plenty of other moments past this one, and that’s okay. You’re happy to wait a little while longer.

(In the coolness of this room he reaches for your hand, and you follow him back into the warm light of the sun.)

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ahjdkkghjignlkmy I AM (ALMOST) IN THE SAME FIELD I AM FUTURE Y/N WE GOT REPRESENTATION Y'ALL scientist fics are soooo rare and I got Namjoon × reader fic I think it's my Nirvana Day ! Thank you sooo much for this !

Office Hours (M)

Chapters

01: Introduction (12,204 words) | read on ao3 02: Syllabus (11,012 words) | read on ao3 03: Textbook (12,036 words) | read on ao3 04: Exams (13,266 words) | read on ao3 05: Project (11,471 words) | read on ao3 06: Final (13,486 words) | read on ao3 Total Word Count: 73,475

Summary

When you’re an early career researcher who has just broken up with the love of your life, who is desperately trying to keep your lab afloat, and who is still embattled in a years-long feud with the hotshot professor down the hall for the only tenured spot that will make itself available at this top tier university in at least the next decade, you really don’t have any choice but to save the emotions for another time. You don’t expect them to bubble up and out of you when you have a particularly rough day, and you certainly don’t expect refuge in the arms of your rival. But crazier things have happened in darkened hallways and behind closed office doors.

Excerpt

Neither of you stop until you’ve explored every corner of his office and start to notice the morning rays streaming in through the shades and making horizontal, thin, yellow lines. Both of you are on the floor, on your backs, bodies spent and aching, tired eyes staring up at the sunlit patterns on the old, cheap ceiling.

You can already hear your fellow faculty grumbling into their offices and some students chattering eagerly throughout the halls, all of them getting ready for another day of learning.

Namjoon checks his watch. “Guess we’re both canceling our 8 AM classes,” he whispers.

You laugh softly. “After that, I’m canceling my whole day.”

“Good. Me too, then.”

You turn your heads to look at each other.

Just over twenty-four hours ago, both of you were looking into each others’ eyes from across a conference room table, screaming that the other would shut up. Now, you realize that there are so many more questions to ask, and that you desperately want to find out each other’s answers.

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader; Jin x Reader

Genres: Grad School AU / E2L / Friends / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst / Professor!Namjoon / Professor!Jin / Professor!Reader / Grad Students!Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin, and Taehyung / College!Jungkook 

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Content Warnings: Hard and soft smut, questionable workplace ethics, some academic jargon so if you hate that shit this won’t be for you lol, competition, angst, jealousy, mental health especially as it relates to academia, grad school stress, tenure stress, obviously I’m processing grad school through my writing lol

Taglist 💜: permanent @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld | office hours  @iron-sass @jwlmnbt @spookyricewithsoysauce @bangtaened-army @aliceollormusic @thisisval @notindisguise​ (taglist closed!)

Joonie And Kookie 😭🙌🏻🤗

forever be in my heart

(cr. madein1997)

Namjoon 👁️👄👁️ 😊😙 This is exactly how I wish to spend my Sunday Mornings with my partner , at all times ! It's such a soft piece of literature that flows with love , care and passion 😍😍🤗🤗

sunday morning | knj

PAIRING namjoon x reader

RATING explicit

GENRE smut, fluff, grad school au

WC 3K 

SUMMARY There’s so much to get done, and yet Namjoon can come up with at least three reasons why you should stay in bed just a little bit longer. 

WARNINGS oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, morning sex, creampie, pride and prejudice in inappropriate situations 

AN: None of this is edited but I wanted to show my thanks for my most recent milestone in more than just saying thanks. 1 million bazillion thanks to @propinqxity​ who inspired this. I didn’t think it would spiral out like this and yet Kharli always manages to add a little magic to everything she touches. 

SUNDAY MORNING

On the other side of your bedroom door waits the world. The essential elixir: Coffee. Your favorite meal: breakfast. The best place in the world: the huge bay window that looks over the city. And, of course, the stack of five books you’re supposed to finish by the end of the week. You’re barely awake but you wince as the weight of the rest of the day settles on your shoulders. So much to do, so much to—

“Stop it,” a gruff voice grunts from the other side of the bed. You hadn’t realized he was awake.

“What?”

“I can hear you thinking.”

“Huh?”

“About everything you have to do today.” What the hell. Your back is facing him, and somehow still he can read you like the back of his hand, probably even with his eyes closed.

You roll over on your side hoping to catch him unawares, but he’s already looking at you. Those deep dark eyes, crinkled into a sleepy smile.

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Idk who the anon was but I found a Man's moralities and I read it and now I'm broken for the rest of my life because neither can I write like this nor can I get any man like the men in this fic ... it's not a fic , very rarely I come across something in this fic space which is straight up a piece of Literature and not just an indulgence for soul. This will make you uncomfortable , will make you think , will question your beliefs and yet will unravel you in the deepest way while repairing the cracks of your soul ... consider bichaiborahe.exe stopped working 🙌🏻

Here's a little moodboard for A Man's Morality by yours truly 💜🙌🏻 😊

u need to read the best fic in the fucking universe pls prepare ur heart for it and pls tell us ur thoughts when u finished

WHAT 

THIS LOOKS LIKE PURE GOLD??? HISTORICAL FICTION? NAMJOON? JIMIN? ITALY? FORBIDDEN LOVE? LETTERS?!?!?!!? 

how did you know i am a whore for letters??? i wanna read this asap. 

i’ve taken this weekend to work ahead on my grading and classwork so i can pretend that next week is spring break for like one day and tbh might be reading this. either way, if it happens this week or when i have a little more time, i’m adding it to my reading list. thank you for the rec! i love when y’all rec your favorite fics. SO MUCH.