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psalm 21:2
ticket to heaven | barth/tanrak | e | 1.5k
additional tags: pwp, religious imagery -> check ao3 for more tags
Barth traces the jutted Apple of Tanrak's bobbing throat with his eyes, and finds himself wondering if Eve had ever truly been wrong to break fruits flesh.
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Imagine!Pregnant - Namjoon
Pairing: Kim Namjoon || Rap Monster x Female Reader
Rating: G
Summary: Imagine telling Namjoon he’s going to be a father
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The sound of the running water echoed in your ears as you mechanically ran your hands under the faucet, hardly feeling the water. Your mind raced at a thousand thoughts a second but couldn’t focus on a single one. Wiping your hands on the towel, you shakily picked up the little white stick resting on the counter, a tiny pink plus sign staring back at you. Taking a breath, you glanced up at your reflection, meeting your own eyes and suddenly every thought in your head came to a screeching halt except one: holy shit you were pregnant. Holy SHIT, you were pregnant! Holy shit…you were pregnant.
A small smile spread across your face as a giddy laugh escaped you. The past week or so, you had started feeling nauseous and the smell of freshly brewing coffee had sent you to the bathroom on a few occasions. That, plus the slight bloating and a quick glance at the calendar had you racing for the nearest drug store after work. Now that you knew for sure, there was just one thing on your mind; how were you going to give the news to the soon-to-be father?
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“Babe, I’m home!”
The front door slammed shut as your husband came bustling down the hallway, his bag bumping into the wall as he turned to take off his shoes. You giggled as you heard him curse, his clumsy being knocking over some cardboard boxes you had put near the door to take out to recycling later. His head popped around the corner and lit up in a grin as he saw you.
“Hey baby~ I’m home.” You welcomed him home with a kiss, his long arms wrapping around your frame and lifting you up for a moment. He kissed the side of your head and hummed a little tune, taking in the scent of your hair. Pulling away a little, he asked how your day was.
“It was alright, nothing special really. Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready soon if you wanted to shower and change first.”
Namjoon nodded heavily, picking at his lightly sweat-soaked shirt. “Yeah that would be great. Hobi worked us pretty hard today with the choreography, so a shower sounds amazing.”
You smiled and nodded, nudging him off to your shared bedroom. He gave you a toothy grin, lightly slapping your ass before running off, narrowly avoiding your hand as you went to slap him. Chuckling to yourself, you turned back to the stove, your mind and heart racing as the moment to tell him loomed closer.
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“…and he danced the rest of the show with Taehyung on his back. I swear, Kookie never ceases to amaze me with that strength and stamina.” Namjoon popped another forkful of food into his mouth as he recalled their latest concert, entertaining you with stories. You shook your head, marveling at how much Kookie had grown in the past few years, before standing to take your empty plates to the kitchen. Namjoon quickly stood, taking the plates from you, shushing your protests and saying he should wash up since you did the cooking. Relenting, you handed him the plates. “Go ahead into the living room and put something on, I’ve been waiting for a quiet night and a day off to just cuddle on the couch with you.” He gave you a wink as he passed into the kitchen and you scoffed. Cuddling was never just cuddling when it came to Joonie (hence the reason you were now nervously rubbing your lower belly).
You settled into the couch, arranging and rearranging the brown paper bag lying on the coffee table, unable to keep still for very long. The water turned on in the kitchen as Namjoon washed the dishes, faint humming and lyrics drifting out to you as he sang to himself. His voice calmed you immensely and you leaned back into the couch, smiling and thinking about him singing and rapping to your future kids. The water soon shut off and Joonie’s loud footsteps pattered into the living room.
“Couldn’t find anything interesting?” He gestured to the TV, still off.
“Actually, I went to the library and got you a couple of the books on your reading list today. Thought you might enjoy taking a look at those.” You nodded towards the bag on the table. Namjoon’s eyes lit up and he jumped over the table to take a seat next to you. Giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, he pulled the bag to him.
“You are the greatest and I love you, have I told you that recently?”
“About 20 minutes ago during dinner since I made your favorite.”
“Ah yes, far too long ago then, if you ask me.”
You giggled and watched him as he opened the bag, light grunts of approval escaping him as he looked at each book. His movements suddenly stopped as he thumbed through the books, a look of confusion passing over his features. “Baby, did you pick up some books for a friend today too?”
“No…”
“Are you sure? Maybe you grabbed someone else’s then by mistake.”
“I don’t think so. Why, are there some strange books in there?”
He shrugged and pulled them out of the bag, flipping them over to read the titles to you. “Well, there’s this one, ‘A Guide to Parenthood: Everything you need to know about being a new parent’, and this one, ‘1001 Games to Play With Your Baby’.” He held them up for you to see, giving you a confused look.
You smiled nervously, fidgeting lightly in your seat. “Um, nope, no, those are, uh, those are for you- for us actually I guess.”
He brow furrowed even more. “For us? I don’t- why would we need parenting books when we don’t haaa….” His words tapered off, shoulders slumping as his gaze turned from the books to you almost comically slow. You bit your lip in anticipation. “Are you… are you p-pregnant?” he asked, voice cracking slightly.
You nodded, a breathy ‘yeah, I am’ leaving you. Namjoon was completely still, just staring at you with wide eyes and mouth slightly open in shock before he flung the books off his lap, leaping towards you with a happy screech and pulling you up into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, laughing, as he screamed and jumped around, unintelligible words of joy falling from his lips. He pulled away, bright grin stretched across his face and you lightly dabbed at the tears at the corner of his eyes with your sweater, completely ignoring your own happy tears as they trailed down your cheeks. Namjoon let out a breathy laugh and wiped at your eyes with his own sleeve before pulling you into another hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stayed like that for minutes, basking in the warmth and joy of the moment before Namjoon pulled away with a small gasp.
“Where are we going to put the baby’s room? Do you know the gender yet? I should start getting it ready- we’ll need a crib, a dresser, some shelves- should we start getting toys and clothes yet? Oh god, I have to tell my mom, she’ll go crazy! No wait, maybe we shouldn’t tell her yet… Oh! I should get-“ You slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Babe, shush! I’m barely 7, maybe 8 weeks along. We have plenty of time to tell everyone and get things ready.”
He nodded, lips pulling back up in to a bright smile, and sighed dreamily. “Sorry, I’m just so happy. A baby! I can’t believe it… I’m going to be a father.”
“You’re going to be an amazing father~”
He laughed and gave you a kiss, then another one, then another. You giggled and pushed him away as he pulled you closer, peppering your face with kisses.
“Is it alright if I tell the guys? They’ve been waiting for this.”
You nodded, nerves and excitement rushing through you again at the thought of telling the rest of the guys. They were going to go crazy over the news! You could only imagine what it would be like to be pregnant with 6 brothers looking after your every need and a husband who would probably literally go to the moon and back, cross oceans, and walk through fire if you asked him too.
You lay your head against his shoulder, watching him type out a message to the guys, telling them he had some news to tell them during practice tomorrow and giggled. “Watch out for Tae-Tae when you tell them. You know he’s been dying for us to have a child ever since his wife had one. He’ll be dragging that little girl over here every day for a playdate.”
Namjoon’s fingers stilled over the phone, a look of exaggerated disgust crossing over his face. “Hmm, maybe we shouldn’t tell them…” You scoffed and lightly punched his side, pulling a laugh from him. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding.” He kissed the top of your head. “That actually sounds kind of fun. I can’t wait~.”
saccharine
top form | jin/akin | e | 2.6k
additional tags: canon compliant, pwp, food sex
Jin wants to do anything and everything Akin tells him to do: jump, roll, beg and kneel—shake or crawl.
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the next prince | ramil/paytai | e | 1.3k
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Already, the flesh around his throat’s gone raw, red, the brand of Ramil’s ownership clearer than any swath of green cloth tailored to fit his body or ornate broach fastened to his lapel.
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additional tags: canon compliant, frottage -> check ao3 for more tags
Jintana fades into Jet, the memory of her softening the plush of Jet’s mouth—his eyes, the shape of his face and the bridge of his nose.
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saw 2004 | chainshipping | e | 9.1k
additional tags: au, priest lawrence, mutual pining, first kiss, frottage, hand jobs -> check ao3 for more tags
inspired by @turnipoddity's art ♥
Lawrence’s breath hitches, with the lull of his name shaped by Adam’s mouth and tongue; with Adam inching toward him, so close, almost pressed together, arm to arm and shoulder to shoulder; but they do not touch, not again—not yet, and Lawrence has learned of grief and of mourning, yes, but never before had he felt the two so strongly together, coiled like red strings of fate. “Father,” Adam hedges—almost as if he were somewhat afraid of what Lawrence’s answer could be. “Can I?” “…Yes,” Lawrence murmurs, his lungs granted capacity again, despite the itch in his palms and the slip of his eyes, to the shape of Adam’s mouth.
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black & white
me and thee | thee/peach | e | 2.3k
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"...Kian thinks Peach looks nice," he murmurs—and as Thee leans in, nosing along the side of Peach's neck in a kiss without lips, Peach hums, skin alight with the soft touch. "Better than dusk and dawn."
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let me in for a minute
pit babe | kim/kenta | not yet rated | 8k
additional tags: canon compliant, fluff, hurt/comfort, alpha!kim, omega!kenta, subtle courtship -> check ao3 for more tags
Kim nudges Kenta’s leg with his own, keeps it pressed close. Kenta’s warm. He smells vaguely like cinnamon—like nutmeg, almost smoked, rich with the dry waft of tobacco. Kim has to stop himself from leaning in—has to stop himself from taking in deep lungfuls of Kenta’s scent if only to try to figure out just what it is, in there, that seems to call out to him.
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