Omfg The Sex And The Dice Concept Is Bomb !! Plus The Username NamTiddies Supremacy .. Loved This Fic

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

🥺️❤️️ (for anon, cr. outroher)

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 ;).

In fictional universes or in real life , people who demand affection more than deemed necessary are labeled many things , unaffectionately. People who stay in crumbling or toxic relationships , often termed or potrayed weak - not having backbone , surviving on scrapes of affection , there's also a term for that in Tik Tok culture - 'pick me' girls/boys.

Because of the biological nature of her body , Haejin is supposed to be the pick me girl - Omega , perfect character wrongfully trapped in a loveless marriage and rightfully demanding to have the attention of her husband Jungkook.

But this where the writing of @sunshyngal is superior af. What started out in chapter one as possible pick me situation with Haejin has turned into a very real , mature , adult life serious relationship problem with Jungkook, Haejin and esp baby Mina.

You can and cannot defend Jungkook based on his grief , hurt and they way he chose to deal with it. Alcoholism is obviously an escape from reality which he often seeks , he's often not aware of Haejins emotions except for those which are expressed on the surface. If he chooses to think about it , it'll mane him more sad and disappointed in himself .

Haejin is not just trapped and she's not just trying to escape from it. A very small part of her actually loves jungkook (because he's her ?! alpha or husband) , but most of her mind is always occupied with just taking care of him and helping him not mess up with stuff.

She was dealing with very shitty cards of fate seeing how when they got married , and Jungkook is the sorest thumb sticking out of the situation . So she's the pick me person except that she's not. She wants his attention but reprimands herself from it when she understands his grief.

And yet , her heart breaks everyday because all she's trying to do for past three months is help him get on his feet; and yet all he can see is the needy omega who puts up with everything and babysits his daughter.

What people don't understand about staying in such a crumbling, toxic relationship is that : when you associate so much of yourself with a person , give so much , fully , so many times to receive nothing or negative actions ; all you're trying to get back is pieces of yourself that you scraped off of yourself for them. Staying with them feels like staying with the crumpled pieces of you , broken but not unfamiliar because you truly don't know what you are outside of this traumatic love. Haejin is trying to gather her pieces before she loses herself completely .

Every situation , every character in this story is heavily dominated by the melancholy that plays out like a fading bgm and yet booms in the actions and dialogue of everyone - It is clear that the hero of the story is indeed the sadness of things.

Thank you so much dearest author for this story, I am and will always root for you and wait for next parts because something tells me my heart is going to be in danger 🙃.

物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Characters : Alpha! Jungkook x Omega ! OC.

Genre : Arranged Marriage / Temporary contractual Marriage.

Warnings : Non- Con/ Extremely Dubious Consent . High functioning alcoholism. Genre related consent issues. Implied suicidal thoughts.

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .

[  Author’s Note :  物の哀れ ~ Mono no aware can be translated as ‘the sadness of things’. It comes from the words 物 (mono – thing) and 哀れ (aware – poignancy or pathos). The ‘sadness’ in question comes from an awareness of the transience of things, as taught by Zen Buddhism. When we view something exceptionally beautiful, we might feel sad because we know it won’t stay so beautiful forever – but appreciation only heightens the pleasure we take in the beautiful thing in that moment. ]

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“Yoongi left a bunch of painkillers for you. He said you can take up to three per day.” Jin said calmly , carefully slipping the sleeves of my t shirt over my wrist as i held my arms out for him. He slipped the shirt over my head gently but his arms hit my shoulders, jostling me.   I swallowed the whimper of pain that shot through me at the movement. Mina was now awake, happily wiggling around on her rocker. 

It was a little past seven in the evening and Jungkook wasn’t due to arrive for another hour . 

“I could sleep on a bed of rusty nails right now. I’m so tired and i don’t know why. “ I whispered, staying still as he carefully drew the fabric down over my ribs, before stepping back. 

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My God @sunshyngal I love you positively 💜💜

waiting for more , but pls take rest too bubs it's supposed to be your hiatus 😭😭😭👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼💜💜💜

Blackberry Winters.

Part 1

Namjoon Werewolf Au !

Alpha werewolf!

Heavy angst.! Pregnancy, unrequited love, hate to love, prejudice, mental health issues.

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There is a tide in the affairs of men, which , taken at the flood leads on to fortune. Opportunities had to be seized and made use of and you had to be bold and confident in order to lead your people to fortune.

Namjoon, as the head alpha of the Kim clan, knew this better than anyone else. Which was why he was here, in a meeting with alphas from the three neighbouring clans lining his boundary lines, hoping to get permission to access the seven or so aquifers that lay to the east of the packhouse.

The rains had been kind to them, the reservoirs were full but he wanted to make sure they had a backup plan just in case things went south in some way. His father had taught him that. Being prepared for the worst was second nature to him now. The land around the aquifers was rich and fertile and Jungkook had already let him plant tangerines and apples in the area for the little ones. The harvest was generally shared between the two clans and Namjoon was grateful for the easy camaraderie that the alpha of the land offered him.

The land belonged to alpha Jeon , a dear friend by all means and he knew that Jungkook would grant him permission as he always did . But still it was never a certainty. The council members had the final say and many of them held a grudge when he refused to marry Jungkook's sister last spring. That had been a no brainer for him. Junghee was beautiful but also like a sister to him, besides being incredibly intelligent. He didn't need a wife like that. And that was why he had picked, Jiah.

Sighing, Namjoon glanced back at the campsite where the women were gathered, sitting in small groups and laughing around a blazing fire while a few alphas hung about roasting meat and passing out moats of wine around . His eyes fell on his wife, timid and shy , sitting away from the rest and regret churned. He had been impulsive. She was ill suited to be his wife , and the last three months had been a bitter wake up call. Namjoon was well read, eloquent and bold. His wife was barely illiterate, with a stutter and shifty eyes that never met anyone's gaze head on.

He had chosen her because she had seemed docile and pliant and while she was definitely that, she was also ....at the risk of sounding rude and unkind, very very boring.

A simpleton. She seemed to know nothing about anything, content to disappear into the shadows, to hide and hang back and practically become one with the upholstery when he asked her to sit next to him.

It had been three months and they had barely spoken beyond a dozen words. It was awkward and stilted and just plain uncomfortable, sleeping with her. Sex was supposed to fun and passionate and filled with excitement and desire but with her , it was a chore he couldn't wait to cross off his list.

Leaning back against one of the poles holding up the makeshift tent, he watched her as she scooted away from one of the older omegas in the Jeon clan, the lady looking startled at the reaction. He shook his head in despair. He hadn't even wanted to bring her along but his mother had insisted. Something about her being young and innocent, too shy to stay behind with strangers for two whole weeks while he traveled to the Jeon's .

How was he supposed to explain that they were strangers as well ? That despite the label of mates, despite the fact that he had been the one to choose her, he felt nothing for her? Not even the idle curiosity one felt for strangers?

It was partly her demeanour, but mostly her appearance. She wasn't well groomed and it always made him frown. He had hoped that she would at least keep herself presentable, maybe hire the weavers to make her a few new tunics .

Something colorful and patterned like the ones the other omegas wore during festivities. The Kim clan had a lucrative fabric trade with the Min pack , and Yoongi and Hoseok always kept the most luxurious and vibrant silks and fabrics for him.

Jiah had shown a brief and fleeting interest in the luxurious threads, when his mother had brought her along to the tailor to get her wedding trousseau done....but the moment the young beta had asked her questions about her likes and dislikes, she had recoiled and went back into her shell. Namjoon had watched the whole scene, annoyance growing with every passing second. He wanted her to be pliant but also independent. Low maintenance . But apparently he would have to hold her hand through everything.

And that's when he'd begun to actively distance himself from his wife. He didn't have the time nor inclination to help her navigate her new life. He was busy, what with autumn coming to an end and the first chills of winter already beginning to permeate the air. The betas and alphas in the pack were already occupied with hunting enough meat to last them the winter, the women busy with curing the meat with spices and salt.....

He should have left her behind with them.

" A coin for your thoughts, Alpha Kim?"

Kim Jisoo came to stand by him, her scent of floral dust and vanilla cloyingly sweet on his senses. She had helped him with many a rut and he had always nurtured a sweet spot for the omega who was well versed in many languages. She was also one of the courtesans they had brought along for the evening entertainment. Jisoo slipped her hands through his arm and he smiled, letting her brush close to his torso.

His gaze went to his wife, who was staring at him, eyes blank and lips parted softly. She looked a little upset.

Which was understandable but still annoying. They weren't in love or anything and he wasn't cheating on her. Jisoo was a friend. He was allowed to have those. Jiah had no right to look at him with suspicion or with entitlement. He didn't owe her all her time. He wondered if she would react if he were to confront her now. As it is , he let himself stare right at her, half wishing that she would talk back to him.

But the moment their eyes met, Jiah looked away, entire body shifting as though in embarassment. He frowned , but lightly patted the soft fingers curled on his arm. He turned to Jisoo with a smile, taking in the pretty elfin features. The perfectly curled hair , threaded with gold and jeweler pins fell in soft ropes around her face, her lips tinted red and her cheeks brushed rose. She looked enchanting and unreal and he felt his blood stir in arousal, the need to feel her under him suddenly overwhelming.

He glanced back at Jiah and she looked a little green , her face ashen. His eyes narrowed when she shifted and looked around in a mild panic. Oh God, what was it now?

Irritable, he gently pulled away from the beautiful omega next to him.

" Excuse me, dear. I need to check on my wife." He said apologetically and she frowned staring at where he was looking.

"What's wrong?" Jisoo asked sharply but he ignored her, already moving to his mate.

Which was just as well, because the moment he reached her, her eyes rolled back and she toppled right into his arms.

She had fainted .

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" I'm sorry we had to cut this short but I hope your mate feels better soon, hyung." Jungkook's voice was laced with genuine concern and Namjoon nodded, hugging the younger alpha tight.

Junghee looked just as sympathetic, next to him.

" She'll be fine . I tried to get her to stay but she's been panicking a lot and refuses to let any of the healers here examine her. I think she'll be more comfortable with your pack healer. " She said gently.

Namjoon nodded, glancing back at Jiah who sat side-saddle on one of the smaller ponies, her eyes wide and face still ashen. He had tried to tell her it would be okay , but she had insisted on going home. The stark terror on her face had unsettled him deeply. He didn't know why she was so scared of the Jeon healer? Could it be because he was a man? Whatever the reason she hadn't let him examine her and because he couldn't ask her to just forget about the whole thing ( he was still head alpha , he still had to set an example as a caring mate. ) Namjoon had been forced to arrange for their return back home.

He had left Seokjin and Taehyung behind to carry the talks on his behalf, and Jisoo stood a few dozen feet away looking annoyed as he gave her

an apologetic smile.

The journey back to the Main village would be a couple of days and he had packed enough food for the both of them.

As he turned back to mount his stallion, he caught a glimpse of her face as she stared at him.

She looked lost , apologetic and clearly upset.

And he wondered if he would have to spend the rest of his life reading her face, trying to figure her out.

He has no interest in either.

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The journey became incredibly tiring, especially when the skies opened up on them. Rain Lashed the ground , intent on soaking the earth and Namjoon watched her shiver, trembling as they all huddled beneath the shade of some trees, blankets wrapped tight around her thin torso. Why was she so thin? Why did she look at food like it was poisoned?

They were only a mile from home but had to stop, the deluge was far too strong for the animals to see ahead of them.

Namjoon himself sat next to an omega from the clan. He recognised her as one of the maids his mother had given to Jiah.

" Is your mistress doing well?" He asked gruffly and the omega startled, bowing twice in respect before answering.

"I...she ... She doesn't say much, alpha." The girl blushed under his gaze, looking away nervously and he frowned, glancing back at Jiah.

So it wasn't just him, then. She didn't trust anyone. He stared at her till she felt the heat of his gaze and looked up, eyes wide like a startled bird, like one of the starlings that nested in the wooden beams of his hut. She looked surprised, then terrified, eyes darting away at once and he tried not to growl in sheer frustration.

He wondered if it was because of his face.

Namjoon had no large feelings about his looks but he knew he was far from beautiful. ( A/N : A whole lie , I know but please bear with me for the story :*) it was one of the reasons he had wanted a plain looking bride. But perhaps his own chosen mate had , had dreams of marrying a very handsome man? Perhaps she had been infatuated with someone like that , from the clan?

It wasn't a far fetched idea. But still, she had been free to refuse his proposal. When he had first met the clan's watchkeeper, old man Gong in the humble hut on the outer borders of the pack land, he had made it clear that it wasn't some kind of order. She was free to refuse.

But she hadn't.

She had merely bowed and agreed and promptly appeared with a satchel full of her things and followed him back to his own home.

So why did she continue to act like she was here against her will?

It irked him no end.

As the skies cleared, they began their trek again and Namjoon pushed thoughts of her out of his mind. He had to plan for the winter, make sure there was enough food and also make sure they had enough herbs and liniments and oils in the apothecary. Mind drifting off to the countless things he was responsible for, Namjoon forgot all about his awkward mate and the reason they were going back home in the first place.

Which is why, when they reached home and he took his bath, cleaning himself up and finally settling down to some delicious food from the kitchens , his mother's words made him drop the chopsticks in shock.

" She is with child."

Namjoon stared at his mother in complete shock.

Fuck.

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Authors Note : I had this idea and just had to write it. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

Best part is, like youtubers of today Socrates too was given a chance to 'apologize' 😂😂 But noo he actively seeked out to be cancelled permanently🤣🤣 And we still read about him , his thoughts , make posts and stuff I mean what IZZ Socrates ??!!

vibes so raw you can't deal with it when alive