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kim namjoon fanfics recommendations: namjoonverse edition 🌱 (namjoon masterlist)

hey my babies 💗 ... it’s been a long time since i posted my last list and i missed so much. Thank god I’m still doing my silly reviews when i can, cause life can be so so hectic sometimes. But between the busy schedules and stressful tasks, fanfiction light up my days through the cracks and i’m so grateful. This wouldn’t be possible without these amazing writers that deserve all the love and praise for putting these masterpieces into the world. Thank you so much 💗 That all being said, hope you guys enjoy my list and my reviews ofc :)

🌟 text me when you get lonely by @cigarettesuga | pairing: non-celeb!ex!namjoon x f!ex!reader | genre: exes-to-lovers, angst, bit of romance, slow-burn, smut | completed

summary: after a night out stirs old feelings, a late-night text opens a door (y/n) swore she’d locked for good. when fate brings them face-to-face at a packed underground gig, sparks fly, wounds reopen, and the line between anger and desire blurs. one reckless night later, they confront what’s left between them—no promises, just raw truth and the fragile hope of second chances.

🌟 Inside My Mind by @jimlingss | Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Smut, High School!AU | completed

summary: You’re safe in the confines of your mind. Free to think whatever, free to fantasize to your heart’s content. And your imagination tends to quite a wild turn when you’re dying from sheer boredom. But when some GUY IN YOUR CLASS CAN FUCKING READ MINDS - YOU’RE NOT SAFE ANYMORE! WHAT THE FUCKSKDKASDFGHJKL

🌟 Dirty laundry by @flymetothejoon | pairing: namjoon x reader | genre: smut, strangers to lovers | completed

summary: in the midst of a rocky relationship with your neglectful boyfriend, you run into a man who starts undressing in the laundromat at 3am, claiming to know how to treat you right.

🌟 Mami (m) | myg/knj by @kithtaehyung | pairing: myg x reader(f) , knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f) | rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au | completed

summary: you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

🌟 Scholars and Slackers by @kpopfanfictrash | AU: Podcast | completed

summary: Dialogue Prompt: "I’ll be honest, I’m not fan of how tall he is. He could be like inch shorter, really.

🌟 Slow Mornings by @purplemoon7 | pairing — Namjoon x black!reader (married AU) | completed

summary: Kim Namjoon is hopelessly in love with his wife, and mornings like this—warm, slow, and full of stolen kisses—are proof he never plans to stop showing it.

🌟 Homecoming by @mochilatae | Genre: PwP, Slice of Life, Established relationship | AUs: Military BTS | completed

summary: Your boyfriend is finally coming back from military service. It's been too long and you give him the homecoming he deserves.

🌟 More Than Anything Else (part 1 part 2) by @seokkgenie | Pairing: Namjoon x Reader | Genre: CEO!au, smut, fluff, angst | completed

summary: In hindsight, sleeping with a stranger that you met in a bar one night before you started a new job was probably not the best of ideas (...)

🌟 A series of unfortunate Dates (part 1 part 2)by @joons-cinnamon-bun | Genre: Borderline rom-com with an arranged marriage kick. Matchmaking. Fluff. Smut | completed

summary: Fate has never been a determining factor in Namjoon’s life. Destiny, if it existed at all, seemed to have a sick sense of humor, and his horoscope barely got it right half the time. In fact, the only otherworldly forces Namjoon puts any stock in are his mother’s divine meddling…and his unlucky dating streak. So when she signs him up for what can only be described as a modern, barely legal, arranged marriage agency operating somewhere out of Seoul, he’s not even surprised. Resigned? Yes. Hopeful? Not in the slightest. But then he meets you. The girl from the bus, many months ago. The one who felt like a missing piece from his story, but slipping away through the fates' threads. And through what can only be described as a bizarre serries of coincidences (or, as your mother would say, divine intervention), you’re here. Wearing a pink dress. Wondering if maybe, just maybe…soulmates do exist. Namjoon doesn’t believe in fate. And maybe, just maybe—he could believe in you.

feel free to recommend me your fic or any fic you like 💗🌱🌟

[anyonesunderwear]

Midnight Circuit: Bangtan - Part 2

part 1

kim namjoon underground car racing au

racer!namjoon x oc 

cw: car crash and low-key no one worries?

an: not really proof-read, English still isn‘t my first language. this is not as long as the first part, I didn’t want to rush anything. This could be my first working friends to lovers, lowkey slowburn story :°

Three minutes.

That was all it took for everything to go to shit.

RM returned with his phone still pressed to his ear, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The conversation on the other end was short, entirely controlled by his low voice.

“…Yeah. I know.” A pause. His jaw tightened, just slightly. “No, we have the license plate. Yoongi took it with him before coming back.” Another short pause. “I’ll handle Jackson.”

He ended the call without another word.

Jayden was already standing straighter before he even looked at her.

Something in the air had shifted. The buzzing excitement from earlier had thinned out, replaced by something sharper. Uneasiness. People were moving differently now. Faster. Quieter. Like ants after someone kicked the hill.

Her stomach dropped. „What happened?”

RM slid the phone into his pocket, gaze flicking over the lot before settling on her.

“He crashed.”

The words landed flat. No drama.

Jayden blinked. “What?”

“He flipped the car,” he added, like he was clarifying a minor detail instead of completely rewriting her night. “Three times.”

For a second, she just stared at him.

Three times.

Her mind tried to catch up, failed somewhere in the middle, and left her with a hollow, buzzing feeling in her chest.

“Is he—”

“Alive,” RM cut in. Not harsh. Just quick to not draw too much attention to the topic. “Already being taken care of.”

Some of the tension in her shoulders dropped, but not much.

Around them, voices rose and fell in sharp bursts. A group of men argued near the far end of the lot - one of them louder than the rest, agitated in a way that didn’t need translation.

Jayden didn’t need to guess who that was. “Jackson?” she asked quietly.

RM followed her line of sight, then exhaled through his nose. „Yeah.”

No elaboration. None needed.

She wrapped her arms around herself again, suddenly very aware of how cold it had gotten. Or maybe it was just her.

“This is insane,” she muttered, more to herself than to him.

RM didn’t disagree. He just watched the scene for another second, calculating something she couldn’t see, before his attention shifted back to her.

“You want a ride home?” 

The question came out simple. Casual, almost. Like they were leaving a party. Not the aftermath of a crash.

Jayden let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “That obvious?”

His mouth twitched - barely there, but real.

“You don’t look like you’re planning to stay. Now, that your fuck-buddy chickened out.“

Fair.

She glanced toward the torn fence they had come through earlier. The long walk back. The dark streets. The very real possibility of getting lost in a part of the city she didn’t even recognize.

Then back at him. Tall. Composed. Completely unbothered by the chaos unfolding around him.

Annoyingly good-looking, too.

Her judgment clearly wasn’t at its peak tonight.

“…I guess I don’t have a lot of options,” she admitted.

RM held her gaze for a second longer than necessary. Not pushing. Not convincing.

Just waiting.

“Alright,” he said finally, nodding once. “Come on, before you get dragged into something else you didn‘t sign up for.“

He turned without checking if she’d follow.

But of course she did.

Because despite everything - the crash, the strangers, the growing realization that she had walked straight into something way out of her depth - he was the first person all night who felt… steady.

Which, honestly, said more about the night than about him.

They moved past the cars, past the clusters of people still buzzing with tension and adrenaline. A few heads turned as they passed, some curious, some knowing. No one stopped them.

At the edge of the lot, near a line of darker, quieter vehicles, RM slowed. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket, pressing a button without looking. Somewhere to their left, a car unlocked with a soft click.

Jayden hesitated for half a second.

This was insane.

Following a stranger. Getting into his car. After everything that had just happened.

Her brain was trying, really trying, to protest.

RM opened the passenger‘s door, then glanced at her over his shoulder, “You coming?”

There was that same tone neutral again. Like it was entirely up to her. Jayden shook her head once, almost to herself, and walked around to the passenger side.

“Yeah,” she muttered, sitting down into the soft leather.

The car door shut with a soft, solid click - muting the chaos outside almost instantly.

Inside of the car, it was different. Jayden was momentarily distracted by how smooth the seat felt against the skin of her thighs. 

The faint smell of something subtle - woodsy and clean - lingered in the air. It didn’t match the outside at all. But if she was honest, nothing about this particular car did.

RM shut his own door after sitting in the car. 

„My Momma wouldn’t be proud of me,“ Jayden said, tugging awkwardly at the seatbelt, as the locking mechanism jammed. „Walking into some stranger‘s car.“

She gave it another try. It refused to cooperate.

A soft chuckle came from beside her. Obviously amused.

Before she could fumble with the belt again, he leaned over - close enough that she caught his scent - and took it from her hands.

Click.

Completely effortless.

„I don’t know your name either,“ he said, settling back into his seat as the engine purred to life beneath his hands, „but my mother would be proud of me.“

Jayden turned her head slightly, eyebrows raised.

He glanced at her, while pulling out the car of the row, „Having a pretty stranger sitting inside my car.“

That caught her off-guard. Not the compliment itself, but the way he said it. Like it wasn‘t a line. But rather a fact he had already decided on a while ago.

Jayden huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she leaned her head back, her gaze traveling over the rows of cars they passed. „Careful,“ she muttered, „That almost sounded genuine.“

Outside, the people shifted. Without anyone saying a word, space opened up for RM‘s car. 

„You‘re kind of a big deal here, aren’t you?“

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Instead, he rested one hand loosely on the steering wheel, the other shifting the gears with precision. 

„Name,“ he said.

Jayden blinked, then smirked faintly. „Straight business, boss.“ A small pause followed. Then, „Jayden.“

He nodded once. „Namjoon.“

As he spoke, he gestured slightly toward the people outside - the ones watching, the ones who had stepped aside without question.

„But they call me RM.“

The message was clear. This was his world. And they all knew it.

Jayden exhaled slowly, as he pulled onto the street and moved them toward the center of the city.

„Well, RM,“ the woman in his passenger seat said, glancing at him from the corner of her dark blue eyes, „This is definitely not how I thought tonight was going to go.“

A faint smile ghosted across his lips, eyes fixed onto the asphalt beneath them, as the gates and the chaos behind them fell away.

„Yeah,“ he said, „Me neither.“

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@ksnj1209 i hope this didn‘t disappoint too much, there‘s more to come!

[mxckiemxn]

Pink In The Night-Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: pining, mentions of alcohol, kinda ends on a cliffhanger

Word Count: 668

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Namjoon was an old soul, everyone knew it. His affinity for nature and art were something you admired greatly about him. He never missed the chance to tell you about the newest book he’s purchased or a museum that he hasn’t had the chance to visit yet. He was always begging to take you on a new adventure, and you always agreed.

At first, it was completely innocent. Just two new friends hanging out and getting to know each other better, but over time your feelings shifted from those of a platonic nature to more romantic ones. You couldn’t help it. Namjoon felt like a dream come true. Every flag he held was green, and in return you began to turn pink.

So as you laid in your bed, listening to music and journaling all your thoughts and feelings, you couldn’t help but think about how the song playing in the background reminded you of him.

“I glow pink in the night in my room. I've been blossoming alone over you.”

Anytime you thought about your hidden adoration for Namjoon, you felt your cheeks become warm and were certain that they had a tint to them resembling a rose.

“And I hear my heart breaking tonight. I hear my heart breaking tonight. Do you hear it too?”

You only ever hurt yourself by refusing to express your feelings for him. How could you? Anytime you ever came remotely close to allowing the words to flow freely, you froze. Suddenly becoming tongue-tied and cracking some dumb little joke that the two of you could laugh about, long enough for him to forget that you were trying to tell him something in the first place.

“It's like a summer shower. With every drop of rain singing I love you.”

You were hesitant to call it “love” in the first place, but as time went on, there was no other word to describe it. You loved Namjoon, and not just in the way that you love your best friend. No, you were in love with him.

“I could stare at your back all day. And I know I've kissed you before, but I didn't do it right. Can I try again?”

You can’t help but laugh pitifully at the memory. You accompanied Namjoon as his “date” for Hobi’s album release party. Parties were never really your thing, but supporting your friend’s accomplishments was, so you showed up with Namjoon promising to stay by your side the whole night. A promise that you knew he’d keep because Namjoon never breaks a promise.

In order to loosen up a bit you decided to have a drink, which then became another drink, and another, and another. Needless to say, you were drunk off of your ass and there was no way that Namjoon would allow you to be by yourself in your condition, so he brought you home with him.

As you woke up, you turned towards the clock glowing blue on the bedside table, reading 2:56am. You rubbed your eyes a bit as they began to adjust to the darkness, and when you returned back to your previous position, you saw him. Laying with his bare back facing you. Without a thought, you hugged him, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder as you fell back asleep.

So many chances to tell him how you really felt, never taking advantage to do so. You cursed yourself internally, feeling like such a coward for never allowing yourself to be honest with him. You were barely honest to yourself. You were distracted from your thoughts when the buzzing of your phone alerted you, his name glowing on the other end.

“Can I try again?”

Those final lyrics replayed in your mind.

Yes. You thought. I can try again.

“Hey, Y/N! How are you doing?” He said, cheerfully on the other end. You took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m doing good! Actually, I’m glad you called. I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

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[tobnikk]

Some support from my boy Raspberry🍉🍉

I’m not very well-informed so please do go easy on me,,

[yonkimint]

33. Miss Giggles

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[bratzkoo]

[M] intro. i’m a young lady taking donations

Author: bratzkoo  | Credits to: @monvante​ for the banner Pairing: ceo! namjoon x sugar baby! reader  AU: sugar daddy! namjoon Genre: angst, fluff, smut (?) Rating: 18+ Word count: 1k Warnings/note: sex and mentions of sex, obviously. sugar daddying, namjoon in general, age gap (oc is 20, namjoon is 33), a lot of shopping, slut shaming, idiots to lovers (if u ask me), cinderella contract (?), oc is kinda a bitch, namjoon is whipped, and it’s my first time writing smut, so...pls be nice.

summary: the life of kim namjoon’s sugar baby requests are open | series masterlist | next chapter

Namjoon has a lot of hopes and dreams, but tonight, he hopes you can feel how much he misses you. How the five weeks of not seeing you during his business would suffice now that he has taken you in his bed, in his bed sofa, and now, he fucks you against the window, your legs wrap around him as he thrust into you.

Hope it's evident now even as your body grows tired from the back-to-back sex, even if you’re weakly holding onto him and whimpering his name.

"Shit, daddy," you moan out, your cunt swollen and sensitive from the over-stimulation from your past releases. "So good." 

Namjoon wants you to feel him everywhere, his mouth placing kisses on your neck, his fingers rubbing circles in your clit, and his dick inside of you so deep you could see stars.

You know your body is tired from taking him 3 times today but you still hug him closer, you want him closer as you cums. Your whole body shakes when you release and he comes after you. 

Namjoon hugs your tired form, your face buried in his shoulders as he gives small kisses on yours. He carries you towards the bed, sets you down gently on the mattress, laying you down properly. 

"Do you want to go, again?" you softly ask,  you spread your legs to let him sink deeper. 

"No, you're tired." He says, and he removes himself inside you, you groan at the feeling. 

"I can still take it, daddy." you try to urge him, but he shakes his head before standing up to clean you.

"You know, you really don't have to clean me yourself," you say, "I can do it myself."

Namjoon hums and looks at you in the eye, "I know. I want to do this."

You always say he doesn't have to but he always does. You close your eyes from tiredness, you’re very tired but you’re ready to spread your legs at any given moment if he ever changes his mind. 

Namjoon watches you, thinking you're too exhausted and will actually, for once- stay with him until morning. He gives you more kisses on your face, still desperate to make you feel he misses you so much.

But when he wakes up that morning, he wakes up with an empty bed again. Last night wasn't an exception, you always make sure you're not around the next day. 

Namjoon is desperate to know if you miss him too.

Two years have passed since you became Namjoon's sugar baby, it was a serendipitous meeting. He needs to relieve his stress without commitments that other girls his age wants and you’re a young lady taking donations. You met him when you were in your first year of university, barely scraping your money for dorm rent and food. Your parents give you an allowance while you struggle to find a part-time job that is okay with your class schedules.  You have always wanted all the good things in life. You’re too fond of the life of the rich people that the moment he offers you sponsorship in exchange for fornication, you don’t think twice to say yes. Your first fuck with Namjoon was rough and messy, he brought you to his apartment after you sign the contract with him in his office.   He fucks you from behind, his grip on your hips will sure to leave a bruise the following morning. When you lay beside him after he fucks your brains out, you stare at the ceiling wide-eyed, breathless, and in awe of the biggest dick and the most fantastic sex you have ever had-- given you don’t have much experience but you know an excellent dick game when you experienced one.  What you didn't expect was for him to clean you after, you told him he didn't need to and that's your job because you’re getting paid but he insisted. You left to go home after staying for a few minutes because you didn't want him to see you as a burden the following day. Since he's unmarried, the both of you didn't see the point of hiding your special relationship with each other. Everyone knows that you’re his woman, his 13 years younger woman who's in college so they pretty much figured out that you're his sugar baby with how much money and luxurious things he gives you (that one time someone caught you giving him head in his office in exchange for a sports car confirmed it.) You come home feeling like you were in a fight (in a way, you did) after a long day of fucking, you tiredly run your bath to clean yourself up. While you soak in your bathtub, you thought of how Namjoon’s acting differently tonight. Namjoon fucks you slow, filling you up inch by inch slowly and you had to beg him to fuck you harder. Then he wants to fuck you again, and again. He was the type to fuck you once and sleep, almost all the time rough, he was not one to fuck vanilla. In your thought, you arrive at the conclusion that maybe five weeks without sex has driven him to want it more and longer. You already told him that he can sleep with other women though, that if he wants to he can do so. Especially, when he doesn’t want to take you on his business trip because he’s either too busy or you’re too busy with university. He says that it’s ridiculous and dismisses the idea. You appreciate the loyalty and kindness even if Namjoon doesn’t have to, you got lucky you got someone who is actually nice. You reach out for your towel when you get off the tub and you get ready for bed. Namjoon almost never asks for you more than once a week, so you were sure that you’re free tomorrow. You grab your phone to check your messages and you sit on your bed while waiting for your hair to dry.  Namjoon [11:18 pm]: I’ll take you out shopping tomorrow You guess this week is an exception. Y/N [11:26 pm]: ok daddy

[gold-daegu]

trick or treat (12/31)

synopsis ; namjoon never minded clumsy humans much, but this one... he was rather fond of this one.

pairing ; grim reaper!kim namjoon x gn!reader

a/n ; so i picked up the cake for my mom right well i accidentally stole it bUT I'M GOING BACK TOMORROW TO FIX IT DW

genre ; idk it's not happy???

halloween!blurbs

writing below ;

Namjoon both loved and hated his job.

He's been doing this for... how long has it been actually? He's lost count of how many souls he's collected, how many he's helped crossover to the other side. He's encountered animals, the elderly, children, and everything in between.

He's answered the hard questions and avoided others. He's lied and he's told the truth, he's given an insight to what awaits on the other side, and other times he's remained silent.

Even with his years, decades, eons of experience, he wasn't prepared to come across you.

He's come across you several times, you were fairly clumsy which lead to a lot of false leads. Namjoon was irritated with you at first, traveling across realities was exhausting and you called him over here because you were in a car accident, merely knocked out but mostly okay. You never could see him glaring at your unconscious form.

It seemed like you had a lot of instances with cars. So many that Namjoon began to wonder if life for you would be simpler if you had just lived out in the country. Although, he wasn't as annoyed as he used to be. He found himself sighing in relief each time he arrived on the scene and you managed to fight the brink of death back and resurface once more.

So why didn't you this time?

He wasn't sure if reapers could cry, but he felt close to shedding a few tears.

In the dim light of the streetlamp, he watched you take labored breaths, blood escaping fast from your body, encasing your form in a circle of red. You were panicked, the reality of the situation hitting you hard as life slipped from your body. Your eyes flickered around until they landed on him, a weak plea coming from your lips.

"Sir please--" You coughed, "Please help!"

Namjoon winced ever so slightly, taking small steps toward you, crouching down to your level. It was time to do his part in helping you understand who he is, and why you can see him.

"It's alright, I'm gonna help you." He pursed his lips, hand reaching for your own, not caring about the red coating his hands.

He smoothed your hair back with his other hand, his eyes meeting yours with an eerily calm look about them. He's been told that his eyes were a comfort to those dying, the natural calm residing there was infectious. It lulled those last panicked moments into peaceful ones instead.

"Y/n, would you like to take a trip with me?"

"I- I don't even know w-who you are" You wheezed, brows furrowing.

Namjoon smiled reassuringly, "I'm Namjoon, you don't remember me, but we've known each other for quite some time."

He hid his disappointment as he noticed you slip away from your mortal body, your spirit sitting up in amazement.

"H-Hey it doesn't hurt anymore! What'd you do?"

He ducked his head, heaving a sigh as he stood up. He offered his hand, knowing that as soon as she took it, understanding would flood her being and all of those questions would start.

But... he wasn't sure if he'd be all that annoyed this time. In fact, he may prolong the journey just to answer them all.

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[sugarushsuga]

Kim Namjoon

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Series

In Your Own Words  ☁️

Genre: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU

Status: Complete

 Word Count:168K

 Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?

The interview  - IYOW oneshot

- 100 Ways to say I Love You

55 - I’ll drive you to the hospital  ☁️ - wc: 2.6k

60 - Happy Birthday - wc: 2.2k

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