@sunshyngal Call Me By Y/n

@sunshyngal call me by y/n 😏😉🤣🤣

if you havent had a big fat crush on one of your mutuals you havent lived

Be my husband , I'll pick up the stars and moon for you 🥺 ❤️💜

🥺️❤️️ (for anon, cr. outroher)

There was only one bed was what they were informed.. had to be , A thought . They purposefully arranged this so that B is forced to confront them about the emotions they share. But the light switches on in the room and as B comes inside they notice : there's no bed. B also wanted to confront A about feelings so they made arrangements to make the bed disappear too. Missing bed space is filled with a unique chemical smell , and words written with charcoal

As the moon waxes , along with tides of sea

Disappearance of love , you shall see

A immediately freezes . B holds them by shoulders and shakes them. "You need to be in senses!" They call. A melts into Bs arms , but their eyes are blood shot , as they think about how B knows what the secret prophecy is . Little do they know , a dark shadow is looming across the corner listening to all the conversation , hands all blackened in soot. ...

Mystery / Thriller fans

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Preet

Expression of love , dear one in love .

KNJ×Reader , SFW , Fluff , mention of poems

Category : Fluff , Established relationship.

Idol Namjoon × smort researcher Desi/ South Asian (Or Indian)! reader (any gender/gender neutral) .

Summary : Falling in love despite language barrier , Namjoon just wants to learn the expression of love in your languages. You on the other hand are lost in the man who's existence is a poetry itself.

It's a ... drabble ?! idk. Might be series of drabbles if ppl like it 😁😀🙌🏼😋.

NOTE : I basically came across this prompt generator and decided to give it a try because why not 😂. Namjoon is a happy cuddly bear and reader is madly in love. All SFW so no warnings apply! This IS a desi reader fic with reference to a Hindi song mentioned , but Bollywood songs are listened all across the world so it can be any South Asian reader !

AND though the song comes from a movie which tells the story of a girl and a boy falling in love , the fic CAN be for any gender you want ! #pride #lovewins 🙌🏼🤗

It doesn't help , the way cool air blows all around you compared to slightly warmer weather outside ; or the way the new four poster bed creeks when your brand new fiance tries to sit on it , gets spooked due to noise and chuckles endearingly ; finally sliding next to you inside the blanket.

It doesn't help your reading at all.

Reading is a bliss , but also a luxury you are seldom able to afford. Holidays are a rare thing in your researcher job tied to Hospitals , even rarer thing in Namjoon's whirlwinding successful idol career. But you both have accepted these days and life as it is treating it like sprinkles of sea salt in the caramel of your love.

Love which blossomed after just exchanging glances ,helping each other through gestures and talking in English a little whenever Namjoon could muster the courage to look at you without smiling sheepishly flashing dimples.

English is not your first language , nor it is his. Communication is the biggest concern in all relationships , but you both crossed the bridge together when you started taking Hangul lessons and he started learning phrases from the few Asian languages you spoke ( It's never only one).

Care , adoration and respect stood first amongst everything you shared and weaved a strong bridge of friendship and love which helped you overcome the language barriers.

Which is why you can comfortably sit in your comfy pyjama set on your bed reading a poem book in your language and Namjoon is humming the tune of some new korean song that he's working on while lying down next to you ; unaphazed about languages differences.

Right now , he's so handsome and so comfy in his grey sweat and white shirt , and looks so soft with his slightly wetter hair ; it distracts you from the beautiful words you were reading a bit earlier before he appeared and now he's lying next to you all happily unaware of what his presence has caused you to think about.

It doesn't help at all.

Brown hair and brown eyes turn to you finally , finding you lost in your own thoughts while starring a little cross eyed at his chest. Namjoon grins , sneaking a hand towards your waist and flopping himself suddenly on your lap. You are startled , but you let out a small chuckle happily when he nuzzles your stomach and sighs .

"What are you reading?"

"It's a poem book Joonie."

"Read to me."

"Read to.." you laugh. "I can't translate everything for you in english , let alone in korean".

"That's ok love. Poems are expressions of the heart. I just want to know what are the expresions of love in your language".

Your heart leaps with joy and fondness. This is exactly the reason you loved this man.

"Okay , but let me finish one poem at a time before you ask questions".

"Deal."

And so you begin reading . Namjoon listens with rapt attention as you finish one poem , then another ; before he asks some questions about the euphemism and impression of the words used. You try to explain as you can , but when you both are lost in the translation jungle , google helps somewhat.

It's a joyful experience when soon you find yourself head plopped on his chest , one hand holding his large palm with fingers entwined. The book is long lost , and now you're just talking about poems and love songs .

"I used to like the way you spoke with such firmness and confidence before we even started seeing each other . I didn't understand a thing but what you spoke seemed direct and no nonsense . I dig those vibes a lot." Namjoon laughs , and you swim in the happy vibrations his chest ripples with.

"I loved the way whatever you spoke seemed like a poem , even if you were scolding people. I thought it's your attribute considering you wrote so much lyrics and stuff , but now that I'm learning your language , it's the language's credit I found your conversations so poetic and charming ." You teased him and he smiled , flashy dimples showing his happiness .

"What was the song that you used to hum a lot of times whenever I came to visit you ? I always wanted to ask you but never got the chance to." He could still see you in large frame of glasses set on wide doe eyes and not so pristine white lab coat, humming a sweet song that he hated to interrupt to get your attention. You hummed a lot when working in full focus but this particular one seemed to be attached to his memory.

"That's a Hindi song Joonie." You laugh a little ."The story of the movie is that a girl falls in love with a boy from different religion. They both don't know what attracted them together but their hearts aligned the first time they met each other's eyes .."

"Sounds almost like us , right ?" Namjoon pulls you in a tight hug , guiding your head in the crook of his neck. You smile , and plant a small innocent kiss in the nape if his neck. He looks at you with adoration and you continue .

"They meet first in a wedding procession. She's the friend of the bride and he's visiting the area. He sees her and so does she and it's almost love at first sight. But she's confused and in a dilemma that who is the person to whom she lost his heart ? Thus , there comes the song. "

Namjoon is already looking at you expectantly , love shining like little stars in his eyes. You hide your face in his chest , and start singing the song .

The night sky shining through the window covers you both with moonlight and stars , as the words in your song weave the story of two clueless lovers who fell for each other ... just like you two ..

Kehna hi kya , ye nain ek anjan se jo mile

Chalne lage , Mohobbat ke jaise ye silsile

Arman naye aise dil me khile , jinko kabhi main na janu

Wo hum se hum un se kabhi na mile , kaise mile dil na janu ..

Ab kya kare , kya nam le , kaise unhe mai pukaru

Kehna hi kyaa ...

Translation :

What is there to say, my eyes met with a stranger

As if a love story has started

New desires have sprung up in my heart

That I never knew before

We never met each other

I don't know how our hearts would have met

What should I do now,

How can I call him ?

What is there to say, my eyes met with a stranger ...

fin ;).

omfg the sex and the dice concept is bomb !! plus the username 🤣🤣 namTiddies supremacy .. Loved this fic ❤️

Also , it gets really difficult to find

1. a sext fic

2. a sub! Joonie fic

but this is top notch in both categories !!!

👀👅 👁️👄👁️ 🙌🏽

Rolling with It

Summary:  “I NEED NERD NAMJOON TRYING TO SEXT BUT TREATING IT LIKE DND” ~ Dip

Pairing: n. Reader x Namjoon

Genre: NSFW, smut, crack

Warnings: sexting, masturbation, language, sub!Namjoon, dom!Reader, both kinda switches but that is their main role, nipple play, spanking, edging, butt plugs, teasing, dirty talk, too grammatically correct to be realistic texts

Word Count: 1,154

A/N: This was requested by my friend @bangtanloverboys​, I hope you like it! I liked pulling out some nerdy references and making it sexy haha.

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You Are My Everything

Category : KNJ×KSJ , m×m , Descendants of the sun AU , Kinda in relationship to distants to lovers .Bullet - Point drabbles.

Warnings : None ! SFW just some fluff , some angst but eventual happy ending.

Summary : A captain belonging to the South Korean Special Forces falls in love with a handsome surgeon. However, their relationship is short-lived as their professions keep them apart ..

Captain Kim Namjoon or Big Boss meets Dr. Seokjin when he's on a civilians chase , instantly falling in love.

Dr. Seokjin doesn't like the way Namjoon trips over nothing twice in the span of ten minutes , but he's cute and has long dimples that make him look like peace amd tranquility.

Soon , he gets to know that the gentle giant (looking like his dream man ) is the Captain of the Special Forces of South Korea .

They still exchange numbers and start going on dates. Namjoon likes walks in the park , sharing books after reading , looks like icarus in warm melted sunlight and laughs shyly everytime Seokjin touches his hand or cheek.

Everything feels like a dream , not because it's too good to be true but because Namjoon gets pulled out of their bubble too many times by his duty. Seokjin has only seen him talk about his job , and it has started to seep into his mind that maybe the laughter and warmth they share are a short respite of shadow and not a permanent shade like that of a tree.

As a doctor , Seokjin can only imagine lives being saved and never the opposite. He hopes that his partner would share his philosophy , and dream about world the same way he does - happy , healthy and serene.

But Namjoon's world is filled with strong military orders , some of which are followed without question and more often involve bullet holes than bandages.

Realising that the philosophy they want to share with each other is not compatible , Namjoon and Seokjin decide to break up.

Eight months after the breakup, Seokjin joins team of Medical Volunteers to Uruk , as a surgeon.

They land in Uruk and wait for the head of the program for recieving instructions. Uruk is hotter , so Jin removes his jacket and gets out of the tent.

Sudden noises fill up the air and dust roames over , then settles as a helicopter lands at a distsnce from the tent.

Everyone gathers around excited to see the aero vehicle , Seokijn however is still rooted to his place.

Getting out of helicopter is the same dimpled man who stole his heart , and he looks just as attractive when they parted..

ooooh p.s.

Imagine Master Sergent Jung and Army surgeon Dr. Min 👁️👄👁️

fin :)

Update : Omfg people actually read this 👁️👄👁️ I'll turn this into series of point drabbles if enough people are reading it. Let's see !