This Is So Adorable!

this is so adorable! <3

summary: in which you get your period and jungkook just wants to be with you.

> fluff / wc: 2.9k

> warnings: period blood 😭 lots of it obviously you know how it is

note: helloooo i’m back :D this was requested. i think. it was probably a month ago so i don’t remember well IM SORRYYYY but here it is anon who was ranting about their period in my asks <3 i feel like i’ve been gone for long but it’s only been a week help i’ve been here and there for the past days hehe

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you stand motionless beside the bed, staring at the blood stain on the grey bed sheets. you’re still too tired to function and to process the mess you’ve made this fine morning, and you can’t find it in yourself to move when the pain of period cramps is starting to blossom in your abdomen.

jungkook enters the bedroom to wake you up and to announce that breakfast is ready, but is met with the sight of your current predicament.

“oh, baby,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “come on, let’s get you freshened up.”

it’s his first instinct to check on the inside of your thighs. this isn’t new. he used to worriedly mention it the first few months you lived together — asking if you’re feeling okay, if it’s normal to bleed that much, until he didn’t anymore. instead, he speaks through his actions.

you feel the wet wipes slide across the soft skin of your thighs, and you try to take over cleaning yourself but his quiet ‘let me’ leaves your heart feeling weaker. your eyes gloss over his hunched figure lovingly, wondering when the intimacy between the two of you started running this deep. with a silent whimper, you lean your weight against his hold when the lightheadedness become unbearable.

it’s the worst week of the month again. your period has always left you in pain, vulnerable, helpless. after the long years of experiencing this monthly, one would assume that you’d get used to it at some point, but you simply can’t. every month feels like the very first time, an evil-spirited visitor forcibly bursting through your front door on a random morning to wreak havoc in your peaceful temple.

this morning is one of those mornings. and this is usually when you feel grateful that you no longer live alone, that you won’t need to crawl your way to the bathroom because your super strong boyfriend never hesitates to swoop you in his arms.

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Have Mercy (on me)

Pairing: JJK x Reader WC: 9.3k Genre: Smut, PWP Rating: M (minors dni) Warnings: Toxic gamer boy JK, Mean OC, sexism, Subby JK, D/s dynamics, excessive use of petnames, tattoos, piercings (nipples and genital), spit, edging, self asphyxiation, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, praise, NO AFTERCARE Banner by @introlxv Beta’d by @amourtae Part of: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @joonscypher​, @kookskingdom​, & @lavienjin​ Summary:  Jungkook is finally popular enough to quit his job and make a living off his streaming and he’s very proud of his Master rank. His cockiness takes a turn when an unknown player joins his team and starts talking shit but what’s worse is they’re not just talking the talk but walking the walk. Jungkook ends up humiliated in multiple ways but there’s only one of which he ends up liking.  Authors note: It’s finally here! A special thank you to @audreonne​ for using her esports knowledge and correcting everything I had wrong with the Overwatch gameplay (because I’m a filthy casual and don’t play) and letting me use her username. Also to my lovely writing net @thebtswritersclub​ and everyone who supported me with hype and writing alongside me in sprints.

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#bawlingmyeyesout thank you for this

Soft Hours ~ Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, Fatherly Love.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Taehyung doing everything every father should do. Maybe him loving his baby's bum cheeks a little too much.

3:24 AM

Taehyung’s eyes landed on the digital clock that displayed the time by the corner of the room, a hand reaching to grab the blanket and shrug it off of his body. Distant whines, squeaky and soft reached his ears, a warm smile tugging at his lips when he paused his movements to just sit on the bed and let the tips of his finger trace his wedding ring.

It had been the best year of his life. There was no doubt in that. Marrying the woman that he loved, getting to spend every moment of every day with her, spoiling her, and also getting spoiled in return. Yet, one of the most memorable parts of this journey was the day he finally realized that he had become a dad. It wasn’t right away when he found out that you were pregnant. It wasn’t even when he felt his little child kick against his palm that was resting over the swell of your bump.

It was around this time of the night, a few months ago, when he had randomly woken up with tears simply streaming down his face. He had felt it right then, a feeling that he could never describe even if he tried to. He just knew that for the first time in his life, he was a father. Ever since, this part of his morning had been the highlight of his day. A sense of peace, a mind-boggling memory that made him feel giddy each time his eyes naturally opened. A time that he felt like he was on top of the world.

Taehyung had already begun to murmur little words of praise the moment he stepped into the room of his little angel, eyes sparkling with happiness at the sight of his son waiting for him with his arms outstretched in his tiny bed.

“Hi, baby.”

Chubby legs that kicked excitedly at the sight of his father made Taehyung’s smile widen, bending to duck beneath the florescent stars and moons that hung over the bed to run a gentle hand over his son’s head. The little boy’s face turned towards the warmth of his father’s touch, light brown hair soft and smooth against Taehyung’s palm. The tiny cries were long forgotten by the child; the remnants of the tears now being wiped away ever so softly by Taehyung’s thumb.

“Are you happy to see me?” Taehyung cooed at the way his baby babbled, hands excitedly pushing through the air in an attempt to be lifted up. With a soft kiss to the boy’s temple, Taehyung slipped his hands beneath his son’s body, long fingers supporting his neck, lifting him up and against his chest, a protective hand holding his little one beneath his head and another right under his cute little bum.

“Appa missed you so much,” Taehyung gushed, gently peppering numerous feather light kisses all over his little face. Eyes that shone brightly under the gentle golden glow of the room stared back at his father’s face, eyelashes long and wet with previous tears yet not a trace of sadness evident in them. The little one giggled excitedly, both hands resting against Taehyung’s collarbones while his chubby feet that had a pair of yellow superman socks over them kicked happily against Taehyung’s stomach.

“Aigo, why was my baby crying, huh?” Taehyung gently traced a finger over the tear stains that streaked down his son’s temples. “Were you missing me? Hmm?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but reach forward to catch that little nose between his lips, attempting to softly bite it off even though his lips cushioned his teeth so that he wouldn’t hurt his baby.

“Or were you hungry? Hmm? Haven’t you got your massive appetite from me?”

Walking the two of them into the kitchen, Taehyung continued to chat away with his son, occasionally giving him a little bounce against his hip that pulled joyous squeaks from the little boy's grinning mouth. His hand never left the boy’s middle, protectively keeping him to his own chest, the other expertly pulling out everything that he needed.

Taehyung poured some water into the kettle to bring it to a good boil, pulling out the box of milk powder from the cupboard and opening the sterilizer to take out a freshly sterilized milk bottle. While he began to randomly rap a few parts from one of their songs, something he was quick to notice his son enjoyed thoroughly, Taehyung also began to laugh along with his son who cackled each time he enunciated words that sounded funny to him. Three scoops into the bottle and the knob of the electric kettle ticked shut, the red light turning off and a smooth white streak of steam rushing through the opening.

He held his son away from the kettle, making sure to tighten his grip around the little boy’s waist when he poured the boiling hot water into the bottle, watching how numerous bubbles formed over the milk powder that clumped initially but soon began to melt away into a creamy white meal for his little one. Taehyung hummed at the sweet smell of the milk, covering the bottle and giving it a good shake.

“We’ll let this cool for a bit,” Taehyung turned to look at the boy in his arms, holding his hand and smiling at the way his fingers curled around his thumb. “Okay? Shall we go change you up?”

Experienced hands pushed into the soft material of the pamper, another gentle coo leaving his mouth at the way his pamper sagged just a little, soaked and heavy.

“My little baby is too cute, let me just eat you up,” Taehyung laughed, patting his bum and biting into his reddened cheek. His son squealed, glorious giggles rushing through his chest at the way his father was playing with him.

He set the boy down on the soft material of the grey changing pad, giving him his little toy horse to occupy himself with and placing his pacifier at his lip, waiting for his son to take it in.

“Cutie, cutie,” Taehyung sang ever so softly, pulling out a fresh diaper from the packet and tugging at the soft material of his blue pants. For the first time since his father had held him, the little boy looked away and towards the brown toy in his hand, fingernails that were cut short and neat scraping against the body of the horse.

Taehyung tore the sides of the pamper, holding both of his legs high up into the air and pulling the diaper from beneath him. Rolling it into a nice little ball, Taehyung dumped the used pamper into the bin near the board, giving his cute butt cheeks a soft tap. Sniffling distractedly, Taehyung then pulled a wet wipe from the packet, gently running it all along the places that were covered by the pamper, taking out another one to make sure he was nice and clean.

He then bent a little closer to look for any rashes on the soft skin, running a finger along each side of his hips and bum, a satisfied sigh escaping his chest when he found none. Patting a generous amount of powder onto his hands, he ran it along all corners, around his groin, and along the smooth curve of his butt.

“You really like your horse, don’t you?” Taehyung smiled at the way he was holding his toy high up in the air, quickly reaching for his hand that dropped to push the head of the horse into his mouth.

“Ah, ah! No,” Taehyung shook his head, making sure to emphasize the last word to teach his son the meaning of it. Pushing it a little, the boy soon forgot about it, pulling at the feet and kicking his legs in wonder.

“You’re almost done, sweet thing.”

Taehyung slipped his hand into one of the gaps of the diaper, grabbing the boy's right leg and smoothly pulling it right through. Repeating it for the left one as well, Taehyung lifted both of his legs again and pulled the pamper comfortably against his butt.

“You’re all good. Do you want some pants? Or no?”

The child couldn’t be bothered by the insensible words that floated towards him, soon dropping the horse and reaching both of his hands up for Taehyung to pick him up. A good meal and a good sleep was something he didn’t know he wanted, preoccupying himself with the brown strands of his father’s hair while he was being carried back to the kitchen.

Taehyung picked up the bottle that felt warm against his palm, tilting it slightly under some of it dripped onto the thin skin on the back of his hand.

“Just the right temperature for my little dumpling. Let’s have some nyam nyam before we sleep.”

Taehyung chose to settle down on the couch instead of the nursery, back inclined against the white cushions and settling the excited nine-month-old baby in between his thighs. Pulling him gently until he was resting against Taehyung’s stomach, he placed the nipple of the bottle at his bottom lip, urging the boy to grab the bottle and push it further into his mouth.

Taehyung then loosened the cover just a bit until he could see a stream of bubbles rush through the top end of the bottle, not wanting the boy to struggle to pull the milk through it. Resting further against the comfort of the sofa, Taehyung then placed a firm hand against his son’s stomach, a touch of reassurance so that he wouldn’t jerk awake in fear, while the other rested over his head, his hand large and warm against the soft skin of his son’s forehead. He occasionally let his hand move further until his palm covered the little one’s eyes, then ran the pad of his thumb against his temple and cheek, a touch that usually calms his baby and lulls him into a sweet sleep.

The occasional sounds of the clock ticking in the distance and the suckling sounds that came from the boy who was now halfway through his bottle of milk made Taehyung hum a sigh of relief, feeling light and happy. There was just no way to describe what he felt.

A man who was always good with children, now with his own child in his arms, gently patting him and feeding him until the boy was satisfied. There was nothing on the face of this world that could make him want something else, nothing that he could trade this feeling for.

Becoming a father, and being a father, was the best thing that he had ever grown into. A glove that fit just right, a cool breeze that made him feel like all the burdens of this world would be carried away with it. He felt good.

Great, for that matter.

Thankful for the tiny little boy who was now falling asleep in his father’s hold, grateful for the fact that he could indeed have a chance to become a dad, especially to such a sweet angel.

Heavy eyelids that were now closing in on his will to stay awake kept him from leaning down to kiss his son goodnight. So with lazy yet loving fingers, Taehyung traced his son’s cheeks softly, letting them rest reassuringly over his chest before both of them slipped into yet another content slumber.

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Taehyung is going to be THE best father on this planet if he isn't already.

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love vmin × reader fics and i love this

Baby, Baby | 01

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Surrogacy AU

Warnings: Smut (future), Fluff. A bit of Angst. 

Words: 12k

Summary: When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

A/N: thanks to @jurassicjimin for being a sweetie and helping me edit ily :(( this fic was getting long so i decided to split it in a couple of parts but it will most likely be 3 chapters max. i hope everyone likes this as i kind of had to rewrite the whole thing and it may not be as eloquent as the one i spent longer time on hjerfvuekhbfkejbf anyway feedback is always appreciated :)

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“Miss Y/N?”

“Huh? Yes?” The receptionist smiled gently at your vacant expression as you were sure you probably looked like you were lost instead of the planning you had been doing for weeks to prepare yourself for this very day.

“We’re ready for you now.” You stood up, smoothing your skirt as much as you could with the thin fabric stubbornly creased just below your hips from sitting down. You had told yourself that you would pay more attention to your posture and the nervous squirming you usually did when… well; when you were nervous as hell. But of course, your own advice was the one you mostly adhered to the least.

“Right this way,” The nice middle aged lady led you towards large wooden double doors. The place was modern, sleek, rustic and most of all – screamed money, all at once. You weren’t sure how many architectural structures could be squashed in to one at the same time and look good as well. But you guessed that money always looked good.

No wonder youdidn’t.

She smiled her gentle smile at you as she opened one of the doors and letting you enter first. You mumble a thanks before glancing towards the back of two heads you could see from where you stood. One blonde, the other black. They sat on a large three-seater sofa while a love couch – which made you snort internally given the circumstances – was placed across from them. Just then, Solhyun – the consultant looking after your case – glanced up from her seat.

“Ah! Y/N come on in, yeah,” She nodded encouragingly as you took small, quiet steps – thanks to your flats – towards the couch that you assumed was going to be where you sat, facing the other two men. Speaking of; they had also stood up with Solhyun as she waited for you to come forward.

“Hello,” You went for a handshake but Solhyun pulled you into a gentle hug.

“How are you?” She asks as her greeting with a bright smile on her face, not waiting for you to respond before she is introducing the most important people – and the ones you’d been nervous as hell to meet.

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classic e2l what's not to love

i suddenly realize my archnemesis is hot (during a battle to the death).

pairing: son of ares!jeno x daughter of nike!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, there is no logic in this ok i am so tired

word count: 22.5k

author’s note: after more than a year, demigods is finally complete!! this series has received so much love, and i can’t even put into words how grateful i am for all the support! thank you all so much for sticking with me for so long and i hope that this fic is a satisfying ending to this series 💖 read the completed 00 line x camp half-blood here!

warning(s): there is significantly more violence in this than the other fics in this series so please read at your own discretion!

tag list: @junglewoos @forever-skz @treblesomeharmonies @inscentedreamer @notaroyal @jaehyunsjasmine @jishyucks @chuus-slug @kravitee @peachyyjaes @lenaluvs @struggle-kmpr @haikchoo-main @euphorin @ukiyoneo @strwbrryhoney @jeo-n @jinnieyeolele @keemburley @sunshine-skz @mcu-incorrect @thejeongjaehyun​ @jenosuh​

additional: once again, special thanks to cat and moon for not only letting me put them in this fic but also giving me ideas for some wild shenanigans 😌 and another shoutout to cat for coming up with that zinger of a final line <3

“Give it up. You know I’ve won.”

The sun blazes against your back as you grip the hilt of your sword tightly, lowering your stance so you can prepare to charge forward. A bead of sweat falls from your forehead and into your eye, stinging, but it’s a feeling that you’re quite accustomed to. You see the out-of-bounds line in your peripheral, and you know this is your last shot.

Lee Jeno, son of Ares and your eternal archnemesis, is standing in front of you. His black hair is mussed and sweaty, bangs slightly stuck to his forehead. He’s wearing leather armor over his orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt that is covered with dirt smudges. His jeans are in an even sorrier state, spattered with grass stains and even more dirt. He has one hand on his hip and the other is loosely holding his sword. His demeanor is much more relaxed, clearly indicating that he thinks he’s beaten you.

Even though his dirty clothes prove just how hard he had to struggle to get to this point.

The two of you are participating in your weekly spar in the Sword Fighting Arena, which is basically a large mound of dirt and grass with white lines painted over it. As children of Nike and Ares respectively, you and Jeno spend almost all of your time here. If the two of you had it your way, you would be fighting each other every day. Unfortunately, Mr. D and Chiron, the heads of the camp, banned you two from sparring more than once a week out of fear that you might really kill each other. Whenever it’s time for Capture the Flag every Friday, though Mr. D and Chiron have suspended all games indefinitely due to a Minotaur attack that happened a couple weeks ago, you normally aren’t allowed within ten feet of each other because you two take it way too seriously.

While it is a bit extreme, even you have to admit that it is for the better.

You and Jeno have butted heads ever since you met at Camp Half-Blood at the age of twelve, and that rivalry has continued into your twenties. You both naturally have competitive streaks due to your parentage, which means you are constantly fighting for the number one spot at…well, everything. It’s extremely frustrating because you two are always tied at everything as well. He wins some, you win some, but neither of you can ever seem to pull ahead for long.

And that’s why you absolutely cannot lose this spar. Because it means that you’ll be tied again.

“Come on, Y/N. I know you’re gonna try to tackle me as a last ditch effort. It’s written all over your face,” Jeno sighs, placing the flat part of his sword on his shoulder, as if it were a backscratcher.

Oh yeah, and this whole rivalry is exacerbated by the fact that Jeno is an arrogant and insufferable asshole that thinks he’s way cooler than he is.

“Just because you know what’s going to happen doesn’t mean you’ll be able to stop it,” you reply breezily, tossing your sword aside and lunging towards him. Children of Nike are exceptionally fast, so Jeno doesn’t even have a chance to dodge.

You wrap your arms around his legs, and though he manages to keep his balance briefly, you put pressure on the back of his knees, and he eventually buckles. The two of you hit the ground hard, causing a big plume of dirt to rise.

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