#i love his wiggly mouth

[findmeabowlofundertale]

Cleaned up some of those human Gasters (and the one Asteri)

#i love his wiggly mouth #asteri’s face looks a lot more square as a human #probably because she doesn’t have a huge giant mouth she can unhinge #seeker draws #seeker oc #asteri #human gaster #human asteri #seeker gijinkas #⁂ gaster #dingsaster #I only know how to draw busts apparently

[darabeatha]

( source )

#I LOVE HIS WIGGLY MOUTH; WHEN HE DOES THAT ONE EXPRESSION #its like;; a bored or uninterested kinda face? its like a 'whatever-' expression #me holding my spiritual tears back: I WANT TO HUG U SIR BAT #;dl #;c.amazotz #HE IS SO!!!! AUUUHGHUGHUGAAAA #i kiss him and ikiss him and i kiss him and i #when he gets upside down like a bat its always so funny to me somehow #its like;; its the bat tendencies truly-

[jilixthinker]

SKZ AS SUBS - MAKNAE LINE 🥀

as the self-proclaimed sub!skz ambassador, i felt the need to share my version to the internet just because this was boiling inside of my brain for too long, so... i am sorry ♡

content warning: sub!skz, dom!fem reader, unprotected sex, mention of subspace, dacryphilia, perv tendencies, overstimulation, light BDSM, boob sucking, mommy kink, noona kink, anal play (m receiving), cross dressing, feet play, lactation kink, food play, dumbification, pet play, choking, breeding kink, cum play, virgin, reversed corruption kink, sex toys, masturbation, oral sex (both receiving)

HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

➛ Han

- whiny™️. the word whiny was created for hannie himself. he becomes a sobbing mess after just one second of you touching him, even if it's not sexual;

- dacryphilia will soon become one of your biggest kinks, even if you didn't explore it before meeting him. he cries, pants, sobs and hiccups at every slight friction and will plead to not to stop, ever;

- tears are not the only thing making your boy messy. because he also drools. a lot. he does it when he is on top of you, face hidden in the crook of your neck, and when it's you topping him, cheek pressed into the soaked pillow under his head;

- with hannie you are gonna have multiple rounds almost everytime. he doesn't last too much, poor angel, because he is always overwhelmed with how warm and tight and wet you feel and he just cannot hold himself. he recovers very fast though, and he will happily suck you into his mouth in those few minutes of waiting;

- be prepared, because he is horny 24/7, and gets pussydrunk very quickly. he is up to anything you can give him? handjob before going to work? quickie in the restroom? filthy audios to keep him satiated? he wants it all;

- he has slight perv tendencies. it's consensual of course, and you told him multiple times that you are perfectly fine with everything he does, but he likes to pretend you don't know. the rush of adrenaline he gets by stealing your panties to bring them to work and taking dirty photos of you when you are not looking makes him feel dirty, and he likes it;

- since he cums really quickly and he is very horny all the times, i can see him being into overstimulation. he will beg you to keep circling the palm of your hand on his cockhead until he almost squirms away, and then he will cum for a second time in a few seconds;

- he has a filthy mouth, and he won't shut up under any circumstance. your neighbors probably hate you;

- he likes to be as submissive and yours as possible. he loves being your little toy to play with, and he will often ask you to finger his mouth as if it was his pussy, and to tie him so he cannot move to much and be completely under your control;

- he prefers when you ride him. he loves seeing you ravishing him and milk him dry, but especially because he just can't get enough of your boobs. when you stay on top he can bury his face on them and suckle at your nipples until your chest is all covered in drool;

- kind of obvious but he has a mommy kink/noona kink, and calling you that while you are fucking him makes his brain feel floaty and fuzzed. "Please noona, oh f-fuck, please - ah nnghh - p-please mama, mommy, let me cum, mama - uhh".

- he is into anal play, but for him. hannie will ask you to finger him, fuck him with your strap, rim him and put a plug in his cute wiggly butt at least once a week. he feels like your princess like that, he cannot help it.

➛ Felix

- here we have him, angel boy lixie. the softest, the sweetest, the embodiment of love. just a look at him and you would give him the entire universe;

- just as binnie, i think that also felix would be into cross dressing. he buys all the pink lacey underwear that he can find on the internet, and he pairs them with pleated skirts and high stokings;

- he will also add a few cute ribbons on his hair, and maybe a little bit of make up too. a rosey eyeshadow, shiny highlighter and glossy lipstick, better if sticky. he will let you fuck him without taking anything off, just pull the panties apart and slide his puffy cockhead on your folds until he cums prettily all over himself;

- he loves you so much he almost worships you. whenerver he is intimate with you, you will always find him looking at you fondly, tears almost prickling his eyes. he cannot help it, he just feels so much when you are together that he cannot believe how lucky he is;

- lixie has particular kinks, but he loves every single inch of you, and he will make sure to let you know. i have the feeling he would love feet stuff a little bit more than he wants to admit. especially when you are chilling on the sofa together, and your sole presses too close to his groin. he always feels a little aroused and filthy for the fact he enjoys this kind of stimulation;

- another mommy kink enthusiast here. he loves being cuddled and pampered by you. the nickname falls naturally out of his lips whenever you give him pleasure, and he sounds so innocent while doing it that it becomes an habit also out of the bedroom;

- lixie loves your breasts. he massage them to fall asleep and he suck on them as a comfort whenever he feels a little bit overwhelmed or fuzzy into his headspace. he like to be babied like that, to be lulled in your arms while he suckles softly on your nipples with pouted lips;

- and this led to his lactation kink. he is not ashamed of asking you to pretend to brestfeed him whenever he is stressed out. "b-baby please, gimme your milk, it was an awful day, p-please";

- he will need a lot of physical touch, such as holding hands, hugging and kissing. He loves every position in which he can be as close to you as he can;

- he wants and gives baby talk all the time. every cute nickname is okay for him, but his favorite are love, angel, sweetheart and sugar;

- definively into food play. he will take every chance to play with you while cooking and baking, sweet hiccups while you twirl your tongue on the head of his honey-dripping cock and lap at his sweet balls underneath;

- talks in 3rd person while in subspace. "uh- mommy, a-angel.. lix -uggghn- l-lixie is cumming, oh god, lixie is c-cumming".

➛ Seungmin

- i am a strong believer that seungmin is the hardest sub of all the boys. whenever he is in the bedroom his personality will shift drastically until he becomes a brainless needy thing;

- minnie is always so stoic and composed in real life that he just needs to let go. sex for him is the only way he can empty his head and give you the absolute control of his body;

- that's why he immediately falls into his subspace as soon as you get intimate with each other. he cannot conceive any other way of loving you than to give you complete power over him;

- i can see him being into light humiliation and dumbification. minnie needs to be useful for you and he will do anything to fulfill your desires. he gets off on the feeling of being your toy and your sexual object, and the embarassment he feels whenever you call him your dumb thing makes his head spin;

- for this exact reason, he is into pet play as well. he loves to be reduced as a silly puppy who needs to earn his treats. whenever you make him kneel in front of you to take food directly from your hands, his cock is always red and leaky against his lap. you often let him hump your calf and stop him just before he cums just to see him crying and pleading for you;

- after a few months, he will probably ask you to explore choking on him. you establish a few rules and safe words before you try that, and the way he just mewls while you lightly restrain his breath will convince you to do it more often;

- minnie needs to be owned. he will ask you to give him a tiny collar with your name on it, and he will wear it everywhere, even at work, hidden under his clothes;

- he always follows your orders diligently, but he enjoys his punishments a little bit too much as well. he pretends not to, because he wants to be your good pup, but he cannot hide the way his wet cock almost drools with precum every time your hand slap the soft fat of his butt, or the back of his balls;

- being so utterly in love with you, he will quickly develop a breeding kink. he cannot hold himself whenever he hears your voice tempting him, and he will cum the hardest if you combine it with a little degradation. "is my little pup ready to breed? mmh... i'm not sure. dumb pup is so weak to fill me up with his cum, isn't he? but you can try, puppy, you can try stuffing me full of your babies."

- and, of course, he is the weakest for cum play. especially if you let him lap his own release out of your folds after he emptied his load inside of you;

- another non verbal baby. as soon as you start pleasuring him, he will not be able to form a single sentence anymore. just sighs, sobs, soft moans and mewls;

➛ I.N

- here we go, another sub enthusiast here!! sweet, lovely innie is so happy of being with you that just cannot wait to try everything that he can;

- i can see him being a virgin before meeting you. not because he didn't have the opportunity of experiencing sex with anyone, but because he wanted to wait for his true love and be as confortable as possible;

- that's why he quickly develops a reversed corruption kink. innie wants - no, he needs - you to ruin him for good. he wants to feel little and inexperienced under your gaze. he wants to know that you are there for him, to teach him and guide him until he knows how to pleasure and be pleasured;

- after the first stages, he becomes unsatiable. he will ask for you to fuck him multiple times a day. poor baby will make up for all the time he lost!;

- he wants to try as many sex toys as he can. he will probably buy a bunch randomly without even know how to use them, and then place them neatly on your bed while waiting for you to show him the way they work;

- he gets pussydrunk pretty fast. he loves eating you out and fingering you the most. as soon as he is confident enough, he will ask you to sit on his face and ride his tongue until you cum on him;

- the prettiest soft grunts while you ride him or you manhandle him, "uh, nnnngh, ff-fuck, ahhh, oh g-god";

- thigh guy for sure. he goes crazy every time he sees you in a short skirt or in a tight pair of jeans. he will look at your legs so much he will almost go crossed-eye and will mentally pray for you to suffocate him with them as soon as you come back home;

- he loves to watch you masturbating. he will sit obediently at the foot of your bed, enraptured by the schlick sound of your fingers pushing in and out of your wet pussy, baby boy almost salivating at the sight;

- call him a simple guy, but he cums the hardest with sloppy blowjobs. he knows he has to stay still, but he usually cannot handle it till you give him permission and will end up thrusting in your mouth just a couple of times before you smack his ass and bring him back to his place;

- another noona lover here. he just loves the feeling of your experienced hands guiding him into pure bliss and to be called your pretty little boy;

- "noona, what was that? oh-ohhh g-god that feels amazing, p-please do it again."

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[orderforbrian]

asked for jmart valentines day prompts and decided to combine them into one little comic! <3 little late but better than never

poor jon 🤭when he said intimate he meant more dear to martin's heart <3

[Start ID: Multipanel comic of Jon and Martin from the Magnus Archives for Valentine's day. Comic is in greyscale except for orange/pink of blushes and flowers. Jon is a thin Persian man with dark eyes and dark, curly hair tied back in a bun, there is a grey streak in his bangs. He has a beard and is wearing a blazer with a business shirt and tie. Martin is a fat mixed Polish/Korean man with dark eyes and short dark wavy hair. He has a beauty mark next to his lip and is wearing a striped, knitted cardigan with a business shirt, as well as browline glasses.

Panel 1+2+3: Martin smiles widely with a small tear in one eye, holding a bouquet of pink and purple flowers with a pink ribbon. He says, "Jon...thank you!! I don't know what to say!". Jon averts his eyes with a small blush and responds, "While flowers and chocolates are nice, I also wanted to get you something more...". It zooms in to one of Jon's eyes, dark and captivating. He finishes the sentence, "Intimate."

Panel 4: Martin blushes with a small frown, a couple sweat marks on his face. "O-oh?" he says, wary (but a little excited?) as to what Jon means by intimate.

Panel 5+6+7+8: Jon chastely holds out a gift box to Martin, turning his head away and closing his eyes. Martin nervously reaches for the box, tucking the bouquet in one arm. He thinks, "oh GOD why is he looking away". Martin opens the gift box, his face and hand silhouetted, and finds a pink polka dot tea cozy inside - over it says ta-da with sparkles. Next panel has Jon and Martin as floating heads. Martin asks with a shock, "Is - is this a tea cozy?". Jon's eyes are half-lidded, a bit embarrassed. "Yes, I knitted it myself." He quietly adds on. Martin bursts out into laughter, holding a hand in front of his wide smile. "Snrk-heh heh heh heh!" Jon is just buggy eyes and a wiggly mouth, asking "What? What? What?".

Panel 9+10: Jon raises a hand towards Martin, looking flustered, a couple sweat marks come off him. "Wh-why are you laughing? Do you not like it? I can get you something-". Martin cuts him off by kissing his forehead, lightly pulling at his neck to bring him closer. He nuzzles into his hair with a smitten smile. "No, I love it." His sentence and the kiss are punctuated by a heart. Jon, under the effects of being kissed, promptly shuts up, blushing and looking starry eyed. His one eye is closed where Martin is kissing his forehead.

Panel 11+12: Martin pulls back, blushing madly. Jon stares ahead with large sparkling eyes, blushing greatly as well with a tiny frown. Mistaking it as discomfort, Martin begins to apologize. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry! I totally kissed you without--mmf!" He is cut short when Jon turns to him, grabs his cheek and pulls him in to a hurried (and quite fish lipped) kiss. Martin's eye is cartoonishly wide and he is somehow blushing even more than he was before. Lots of hearts surround the two. End ID.]

aaaand bonus little doodle for reading the ID :3

[Start ID: Floating Martin head, he sighs with closed eyes and a tiny smile. He says "When you said intimate, I thought you meant like lingerie LOL". A tiny Jon in the corner screams in horror, "NOO!!" End ID.]

#the magnus archives #tma #jmart #jonmartin #teaholding #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #order up! art tag #this is so ooc but idccccccccc

[sunlitmcgee]

Okay so. Before I have to pass out and go to bed because work tomorrow. Rapid fire, very surface level, rambly and nonsense messy thoughts on the Lords in Blacks' humanoid forms.

Wiggly looks like a prom king! He rules on high in The Black and White, so it makes sense that even in such a "childish" form he makes it clear he's the leader. He's wearing a visual that the 3 kids will see as someone in a place of authority over them, yes, but he's specifically someone within their social "class" as it were: aka a fellow student. He demands their authority and respect, but oh, they're all fwendy-wends here, so they don't need to be so formal!

(also he has a lil' plushie mini-him for a backpack and it's making me Insane <3)

Nibbly, meanwhile, is a lil' pinkie girlypop. I don't know a lot of his lore or personality other than he hungry and has a connection to pigs, but just visually speaking, that basic info is conveyed very well through this outfit. The visor hat covers his eyes so you focus on his mouth, which is always all smile, all teeth, gums pulled back so you train on it as his most defining feature. If I had to guess the Lords' ages off of this scene along I would probably assume Nibbly is the youngest one, given how cutsie this outfit is tbh. Very "child who just got dressed up for sunday church by their parents" core but maybe I'm just rambling :")

Blinky is a grundy Daphene from Scooby Doo <3 he has such a tiny little voice and such a big baggy hoodie that has the hood pulled up so his whole face becomes an eye. I love the soft fur to represent his plushie's belly and the long hair. The glasses are also very fun. I wouldn't be too shocked if the hoodie and glasses are merch you find at Watcher world <3

As always, Tinky is a little fucked up little scraggly little fucko. He looks like a Danganronpa reject and I love it very much! I can't really say how much I feel this outfit matches his character, because well. Tinky's already Weird even among the lords, what with his Smelly Goatman Time Fuckery thing that makes it hard to link him to a singular theme. But he just looks so Wild and Unkempt that I can't like? see any reason the design DOESN'T fit him. if that makes sense?

Apparently Pokey is the guy that did the hivemind in Guy who didn't like musicals! With that knowledge, damn of course his ass looks like he waddled out of a ren fair's costume district! His mask, his hat, his face paint. Yep! that's a guy who made freaky hivemind space goop that makes people sing alrighty!!

anyway ^_^ i love these fucked up little guys

#the lords in black #nerdy prudes must die

[cameronspecial]

Best Way To Wake Up

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.4K

Summary: Drew's favourite sight waking up in the morning involves his wife and daughter.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Y/N wakes up to the babble of her one-year-old daughter over the baby monitor. She turns to see if her husband is asleep and decides to go to her child when she spots that his eyes are still closed. She knows she could wake Drew up to get the awake child, but she might as well go because she is awake. Upon approaching the crib, the baby girl begins to giggle at the sight of her mother. “There is my beautiful girl. Good morning,” Y/N gushes, leaning over the crib to pick up the wiggly baby. Millie’s arms flap in the air, “Mama.” The baby’s slobbery mouth smacks against her mother’s cheek to show her love. “Aww, thank you, my love,” Y/N thanks. “How about we get you changed for the day? What do you want to wear?” Y/N places different onesies on the changing table and holds Millie up to examine the choices. Millie picks a pink flowery onesie and Y/N gets it onto the small frame. The mother notices the shiver of her daughter, getting the blanket from the chair in the corner to wrap the baby up. She can hear the shuffle of her husband from the other room and smiles at her daughter, “Sounds like Daddy is waking up. Let's go see him.”

Waking up to an empty bed isn’t unusual for Drew, even before Millie was born. Y/N has always been a morning person, who loves getting things done in the morning, while Drew is known to spend his time in bed until late into the morning. He hears her speaking to their daughter in the other room and smiles. 

Millie nuzzles into her mother’s chest as she is being taken into the other room. Her eyes light up at her father. “Dada,” she screams, reaching out for the man. Drew grins and takes the girl into his arms, “Good morning, Mills. How did you sleep?” The little girl responds in her baby talk and Drew answers with hmms and haas to show he is listening. Once the girl tires herself out, she rests against her dad’s chest in a sleepy stupor. This allows Drew to turn his attention toward his wife. “Good morning to you too, Sweetheart. And how did my wonderful wife sleep?” Y/N flashes her teeth at him and settles beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. “It was amazing. Very peaceful. How about you?” she tells him. Drew kisses his temple, “Spectacular, but I think I prefer the view I get to wake up to more.” Y/N’s head nods against his skin. “I think I prefer waking up this way too.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

#daddy drew #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey oneshot #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x female reader #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fluff #dad!drew #dad!drew starkey #dad! drew #dad! drew starkey

[cloudcountry]

hmmm for ikemen requests the only one I could think of was baking with Luka ^_^

make sure to drink water, rest and take care of yourself ^^

SUMMARY: you decorate a gingerbread house with luka.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: thsi isn't so much baking as it is decorating oopsie (i forgot how to spell oopsie for like a solid minute am i okay) but i hope u like it!!!

“aww! look at the two of you, such angels, ohh i fear i may go blind from your radiant smiles-!”

“shut up!” luka yells, cheeks blooming bright pink as he slams the kitchen doors shut in seth’s face, trapping him outside. you're too busy staring in amusement at your partner to hear seth’s pleas for help.

you really hope he didn’t catch sight of the gingerbread men lying down around the gingerbread house, each one decorated to look like the officers. it fills your heart with warmth to know that you and luka meticulously sculpted out each and every detail just to make them perfect.

and even though there may be a lopsided pupil or a wiggly smile here and there, you know they’ll love them (and inevitably tease him for it.)

“i’m sorry about him.” luka mumbles, taking his place at your side again, “i don’t know why he bothers us so much.”

“oh! i don’t mind at all.” you smile, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

his skin is hot to the touch, and you swear it gets hotter at the touch of your lips. he pulls his scarf over his mouth in an effort to hide his blush, but both of you know it’s absolutely hopeless.

“as long as it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.” he says, popping up out of his scarf to smile sweetly at you, “let’s keep working.”

your heart flutters in your chest again as he turns his back on you, getting back to work on the gingerbread house. you sigh softly to yourself, a dreamy grin on your face as you follow his lead. before you know it, the two of you have found your groove again, trading icing and candies and decorating the house as if your lives depend on it.

when you fell into cradle, you didn’t expect to find someone that could match you in the kitchen, especially with your passion for confectioneries. it had never felt so good to be proven wrong.

“this one is me.” luka says softly, snapping you out of your trace as he passes you a freshly baked gingerbread man from the new batch, “i’ll decorate yours.”

your face breaks into a smile and before you can stop yourself, you pull luka into a hug. he sputters as you squeeze him tightly before letting him go a second later.

“i promise i won’t let you down!” you cheer, cheeks burning from the uncontrollable smile that stretches across your lips.

“i know you won’t.” he shoots you that soft smile before he goes to decorate you, and you hold back the urge to jump on him again.

#auburn's fics <3 #luka clemence #luka clemence x reader #ikerev luka clemenc #ikerev luka #ikerev luka x reader #luka clemence fluff #ikerev luka fluff

[squoingycritter]

the npmd costuming is awesome pt 2 (the lords in black!!)

ok ranting about the lords in black costuming (in no particular order)

pokey- absolute SLAY. the feathery collar, reminiscent of a feather boa, the shimmery/sparkly jacket, the beret with the little tuft on the top- AND THE MASK. oh my god do i love his mask. like it’s obviously meant to be the face on the pokey doll but it also resembles the comedy/drama masks?? and it looks for like the drama one which is *chefs kiss*. also not about the costuming but when he said “what do you want steph?” I ACTUALLY STARTED SCREAMING THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD

blinky- obviously there’s the hoodie with little patch of magenta fur which i adore. but the sunglasses!! the way they both cover AND accentuate the eyes??? it is a look and blinky is serving.

nibbly- how i be looking with he/him in my bio. lmao but honestly i just really like how they used the visor and lipstick to draw focus to the mouth, cause obviously you can’t make someone into a giant mouth (probably). and of course the giant lollipop also make you think of a mouth

tinky- tbh i don’t have too much to say about tinky. i like the fur and the hairstyle, very goat-like. the goggles also make me think of horns, but idk if that was intentional

wiggly- oh. my. god. june saito (the costume designer) ABSOLUTELY understood the assignment. the wiggly backpack? the hair?? the spots on the jacket that are based off of the spots on doll wiggly’s face??? ofc we gotta talk about the crown too- even in human form wiggly can’t help but remind us who’s in charge. also once again not sure if this was intentional but something about max thinking he’s basically god and he’s wearing his letterman jacket all the time… and then human wiggly wearing a letterman jacket… idk there’s just something about it

also i know many people have talked about this but i ADORE how the lords in black are very neon and campy compared to the other characters. it’s a very jarring experience /pos. it also reminds me of like frogs or bugs being bright colors to signal that they’re poisonous. overall the costumes slayed and i love them sm

#npmd #nerdy prudes must die #team starkid #lords in black #wiggly #pokey #tinky #nibbly #blinky #costuming

[metamorphesque]

you seem to know an awful lot about poetry,, think you can help me out?

i remember a while ago i read a heartwrenching poem of a young women recovering from suicide when she asks her father for a specific fruit that was out of season in their particular region, so he drives across state lines to acquire it.

its been bugging me all day sorry if this is random

It's from "Cherry" by Mary Karr

When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.

#asks #this one always gets to me

[gatheringbones]

[“The problem is that we have exiled sex in our minds. We have isolated it from the larger inclusive narrative and we have limited its definition to that which serves the most privileged class of protagonists.

I think that this is a symptom of that other habit of treating whole classes of human beings as though their stories do not have the stakes, narrative depth, and complexity typically assigned to dominant protagonists. It is a craft quandary indeed to write yet another sex scene in which a white male protagonist exercises his archetypal masculinity on a secondary, two-dimensional character functioning as a prop in his hero’s journey without any narrative awareness of this exhausted trope.

But to write a sex scene in which that marginalized character is treated with some reverence and depth? To write it from their perspective? Or to write a scene in which a white male character experiences, even in an inchoate way, the deep discomfort that occurs when we act out our erotic story on another body without recognizing its humanity? I’ll repeat the unrule: you can use any words you want.

Here is Eileen Myles, from Inferno, in case you thought comparing a pussy to soup, or using the word crotch, was out of bounds or unsexy:

But after kissing her mouth a little chapped which seemed familiar then feeling her breasts not so large, but nice round and beautiful, familiar breasts, ones I already knew in some way I tugged down her pants. She said Oh. Like a soft amount of light, a small gust of wind. And luckily she had some sweatpants on or something, a stretchy waist. Easy getting them down and there were her lemony legs. Not big not strong, but smooth soft hair like peaches everything that way. Pink rose warm. I just dived down. It couldn’t have been too fast. Time was being so slow and warm. And there it was. A pussy, the singular place on a girl, it’s where I’m going. Wiggly thing, like soup, like a bowl. Another mouth. Like lips between her legs and the taste of it. Piss and fruit. I pressed my face against its bone and it moved. She was letting me. All this was happening. I smelled the future right there, a present and a past. All that went through her, known through the soft sweet flesh of her lips and clit. It was like my face felt loved temporarily […] I felt plunged into a tropical movie in which light was bathing my head and her pussy, her cunt, her crotch was a warm smile and for a moment I lived in her sun.

The revelation here is not that these words can be used in a sex scene, but that a pussy, a cunt, a crotch can be transformed by a sex scene. “Language is never innocent,” Roland Barthes once wrote, and I agree. Here, in the sense that the words pussy, cunt, and crotch all carry the connotative luggage of all their previous contexts—the violence, disgust, and pornographic theater of all the scenes and mouths I’ve heard them in and from. Experience, however, is innocent. This narrator’s sexual reality is so powerful a phenomenon that it washes these words of their previous connotations. Now they mean not a wimp or a bitch or the place on a woman that belongs to a man, but something magnificent and weird, pure and exotic, deeply familiar and erotic—a warm smile, a cosmic body. Just as sweatpants become perfect attire for such a scene, smooth soft hair like peaches, and the actual smell of sex a good one. When they enter this revelatory scene, these degraded words are suddenly imbued with the same reverence as their speaker. To use them is an incontrovertible act of (re)creation.”]

melissa febos, from body work: the radical power of personal narrative, 2022

#melissa febos #currently reading #terra preta

[izurou]

“babe, i swear this isn’t what it looks like.”

tetsurou raises a hand in surrender, shifting his guilt ridden gaze between you, the television illuminating the living room, and the baby girl whom he has resting on his hip.

you went out for a couple hours, a movie and a few drinks with some friends—non alcoholic for you, of course.

the thought of leaving tetsurou to watch your seven month old for the evening, all by himself, is one that would have worried you five years ago—back when responsibilities and parenthood were nothing but words. now, it’s the idea of leaving her with anyone else that bothers you.

he’s done the dinner, bath, and bed routine dozens of times before, more or less without fail. you figured tonight would be no different—feeling nothing but absolute confidence and peace of mind throughout your entire outing.

so, when you return home and see this, you can’t help but wonder what led to it.

“oh, i see,” you mumble as you step forward, easily recognizing the dull tune emanating from the tv as your daughter’s current favourite. “you haven’t kept our daughter up an hour and a half past her bedtime for a…dance party?”

you can hardly call it dancing, his hips are far too stiff for that. still, catching the tail end of his rigid movements, seeing the pure elation on your baby’s face as he bounced her to the music—have you ever had a worry in life? it doesn’t feel like it.

“of course not,” he scoffs, and a look of disgust flashes across his features—as if he’d ever do such a horrible thing. “i put her in her crib, but she wouldn’t stop fussing, figured this would tire her out faster.”

typical tetsurou—just can’t stand when one of his favourite girls is upset.

“and the tiaras? the uh, the tutus?” you wiggle your finger at them, gesturing to the silver crowns on their heads, and the purple tulle sitting atop their pajamas.

your husband’s tutu is clinging to his waist, visibly stretched and causing his black tee to bunch up—and he looks ridiculous, truly, but he also looks exactly how you’d want the father of your child to look on a saturday night.

“well, pardon us for dressing to the occasion,” he grins, smug and sweet all at once as he tilts his head towards the dancing princesses on the tv.

and you get it, you’re not one for leaving her when she cries either—but this tactic is sure to do more harm than good, having her on a schedule is what keeps you sane.

“it’s bedtime,” you order as you reach for your daughter, and she reaches for you too—all smiles and wiggly feet as her tiara and the little plushie she was holding tumble to the floor in unison.

“look at her go,” he chuckles as he bends over to retrieve her belongings, “she wants you to join us, right sweetheart?” he coos at her, and her chubby little arms start to wave up and down.

“tetsurou,” you sigh, and you can see it in his eyes that he knows he shouldn’t push any further—and maybe it’s that precious smile on his little girl’s face, or the tiny tiara cutting off the blood flow to his brain—but he pushes further.

“i know, i know,” he admits, resting his hands on your hips and tugging you a bit closer. “but she’s already up, what’s a few more minutes?”

“you’re a real pain in my ass,” you mutter, leaning into the warmth of his chest as he presses his lips to your forehead, and then your daughter’s.

“but you love me, right?” he stares down at you, with hope and love, and a little apology swirling behind his eyes.

“i do,” you say, “just not in this outfit, princess.”

and your daughter is quiet, eyes fluttering open and closed as she leans against your shoulder, fighting her sleep.

“really? the short skirt isn’t doing it for you?” he asks, holding his hands out and gesturing to himself—short skirt revealing nothing but his plaid pajama pants.

“no, you’re setting a bad example.”

he slaps a hand over his mouth, feigning a look of pure horror before laughing it off and wrapping his arms around you again, careful not to disturb the baby sleeping in your arms.

“well, true love’s kiss will turn me back to normal, won’t it?” he smiles at you, in the dull orange hues of your little living room, and you feel like you’ve never had a worry in your life, ever.

you kiss him. it’s short and sweet, but it’s warm and it feels like home—he feels like home. you flick the flimsy plastic off his head, presumably turning him back to the tetsurou you left your daughter with five hours ago.

“so, i’m the hideous green ogre?” you eye him, curious to see how he’s going to answer such a dangerous question.

“no,” he grins, “just the love of my life.”

#izurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x you #kuroo hcs #hq x reader #hq headcanons #hq hcs

[ghouljams]

can we hear from konig and fetch? I love her powers and how konig actually READS the manual first unlike ghost boy smh

mwah much love

Of course! I love them, they're so silly(I say as I'm about to write Blacksite prison shit)

You perch, nice and pretty on the edge of the table, watching the man in front of you sweat. König is looking over a tray of surgical instruments. He rubs his chin through his hood, picks up a corkscrew and sets it down. You swing your feet while you wait, at least the man you're interrogating is smart enough to keep his mouth shut. It's no fun if they get started begging too early.

"Schöne, where are the curved scissors? The snippy ones, not the wiggly ones," König asks you. You summon a pair of pruning shears and hold them out to him. The metal blades are just starting to rust from the poorly cleaned off blood. König looks at them and you can see his eyes crinkle at the edges as he smiles under his hood. "Thank you, those will do nicely."

His gloved hand takes the shears gently from your outstretched palm. The subject of your stalled interrogation thrashes against the ropes binding him to the chair. "What the fuck did she just do?" He asks, eyes wide on you. You flash him a smile with all your teeth, let's your horns burn into visibility, just to hear his panicked heartbeat.

"Go on and show off," König hums, watching you, "it might make this faster." You push yourself off the edge of the table and lean close to your victim.

"Don't worry," you tell him, pressing your fingers over his heart, "this won't hurt, but you'll remember it the rest of your life."

You push your fingers in, feeling the skin and cloth give way to your insistent push, ribs bend out of your path, and you feel the rapid inhalation in the man's lungs as your fingers brush past the organ. You wrap your hand around his heart and extract it, careful not to sever anything important when you rip the still beating organ from his chest. The heart drips blood onto the man's lap as you hold it in front of him, it squeezes and pumps, continuing its thankless work even outside the body. It picks up pace, anxiety and fear spiking it into a rapid race of desperation as the man stares down his own life.

"You should really take better care of this thing," You turn the heart over in your hand, examining the stress markers on it.

"That's my-"

"I think I'm going to start with the fingers," König tells you, cutting the man off.

"What?" The man transfers his panicked stare to König as he grabs his hand, holding the shears open around his pointer finger.

"Keep monitoring his vitals, I want to see how many I can get off before he starts talking." König holds his hand still with an iron grip as the man thrashes and struggles to free himself. The blades of the sheers hardly touch the man's skin before he's begging.

König dots his pencil against a small notebook, large hands dwarfing the writing instrument, his gloves resting on the blood stained table between you. Your victims heart is still beating in your hand, though the body is slumped in the chair. As far as you can tell the intel supplied is good, and though it's a bit of a stretch to say you can "fetch" the truth out of people, you pride yourself on being able to get the information you need.

"Good work Colonel," you purr. He looks at you with heat in his eyes, you know he likes when you call him that. Now isn't the time or place and you both know it, but teasing him now means more fun later.

"Have your snack Schatz," König says, going back to his notes. He flips a page back and forth with his fingers as you tip your head back and drop the heart into your waiting mouth. You're careful to bite through the muscle, sharp teeth slicing clean through your victims last lifeline. You swallow both halves to keep the blood from squinting everywhere as the corpse in the chair spasms with its last dredges of life.

König shuts his notebook and goes to bang on the metal door three times. You're quick to jump in his shadows as the latch clicks and the gears start turning to let you both out.

"I don't know man, it's just weird that's all," one of the cleanup crew grumbles. You cling to König's back, his hand reaches back to brush up your thigh, dragging against unseen flesh.

"Just do your job," the other advises, "Don't think too much about it, I mean, you've heard the rumors right?" You smile, press your lips to König's hood over his ear.

"They're talking about you," you whisper. Their eyes follow him as he walks past, their footsteps avoid his shadow.

"They're talking about you, Miene Liebe," König mumbles, turning his head to make sure its only you the hears him, "they're always talking about you."

#cod x reader #fetch just unhinges her jaw like a snake lol #könig x reader #könig x oc #könig fanfiction #könig cod #könig call of duty #x reader #x oc #oc: fetch #demon!darlings au #tw gore #tw torture #i love how clingy Fetch is #shes so playful and fun and absolutely insane #they are in fact always talking about König having a demon #hes not hiding it but hes not not hiding it yknow

[kaciidubs]

Chan’s recent insta post is so boyfriend/husband coded I can’t :(

Imagine him taking you out for dinner and you take your child with you and chan holds the baby secure to his chest while admiring you with heart eyes… brb gonna cry please hand me some tissues cuz the thought of how gentle chan would be is making me melt like how carefully he would hold his baby and shush them every time his child’s shows the slightest bit of discomfort….

Oh god please, I just woke up to see those and now THIS?! Be still my beating heart 😩

"Chris, you don't have to hold her, you know - the high chair is fine."

"I know, I know, but I want to."

Looking up at him over the edge of the menu, you can't help the way your heart flutters when he bounces your daughter against his chest; his eyes soft and warm as they gaze at her soft features.

'The perfect mix of me and you' - he'd always say.

"I hope you keep that same energy when we get our food, I don't think she'll appreciate being passed off for some steak."

The teasing joke was met with a series of disgruntled coos from the baby in his arms; tiny hands doing a number on the drool stained collar of his jacket.

Chris bounced her lightly, lips pouted as he cooed back, "No, no, no, I would never do that! Daddy thinks you're worth more than all the steaks in the world!"

After putting in your orders, you found yourselves melting into conversation about anything and everything that came to mind, slowly forgetting about the world around you.

"You should've seen the look on Hannah's face when-" Snapping out of your heated retelling, you were suddenly highly aware of the way he was gazing at you; head slightly tilted, lips curved into a soft smile, and eyes filled with so much adoration you swore your heart skipped several beats. "Chris, baby."

He hummed, his position resolute even with a wiggly baby in his clutches - a bashful heat of embarrassment washed over you.

"You're staring at me!"

"I love you."

Those three words fell from his lips effortlessly, he was in awe with you, in love with you and the life you created - the life you're building with him. His little family doing something so simple as getting dinner suddenly turning into one of the many nights he would never forget.

Your lips curved into a smile, a soft chuckle bubbling up at his sentimentality, "I love you, too."

Your daughter made a babbling sound, wiggling around before unceremoniously opening her mouth and mushing her face against Chris' cheek; slathering the skin with copious amounts of baby spit.

The sound he made was a cross between a yelp and disgruntled laughter, "Okay! I love you, too, baby girl, thank you for the kisses." He tried to crane his face away as best he could, but she simply followed with high pitched squeals.

Doing your best to not burst into laughter, you took that as your sign to get her dinner from the diaper bag hanging on the back of your chair. "She's hungry, but if you wanna say those are kisses, be my guest."

"Ah, she definitely gets that from you." He grinned, managing to save himself from the face suckling long enough to take the bottle you held out.

Your eyes narrowed playfully, "Weren't you just saying how much you loved me and how you appreciated me being your wife and the mother of our daughter?"

"I mean- I didn't get to the second part yet!"

"Well you should."

Chuckling lightly, he made sure your daughter had a proper hold on her bottle before looking up at you with loving eyes, "I love you, not only for being my wife and the mother of our daughter, but for being you - for being all I could have dreamed for and so much more."

Your heart swelled, words befalling you as you watched him go back to watching his daughter with the same look he gave to you; infatuation, adoration, love.

Shaking your head softly, you watched the scene before you as the scent of your food drew near.

[Unedited]

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ lovely chqnverse #bang chan x reader #bangchan x reader #bang chan fluff #bangchan fluff #i swear this wasnt supoosed to be this long

[thatfandomslut]

I Can't Hate You

Janis Imi'ike x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: arguing over absolutely nothing, a lot of the word 'hate'

Request:

Valentine's / Followers Celebration; Janis Imi'ike w/ quote 30 w/ piece of chocolate 5. Or: too long to put w/ arguing

Valentine's / Followers Celebration requests are closed.

(Y/n) and Janis were arguing over Regina George. (Y/n) had been forced in their shared chemistry class to be partnered up with Regina. Janis found herself angered over the fact that (Y/n) had not fought harder to change partners. Then, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes across the room when they began to laugh and talk together over their science project. She didn't like her 'buddy-buddy' (Y/n) was being with the girl that absolutely ruined her middle school and high school life. She would've snapped the pencil in her hand if it wasn't for Cady calming her down.

"I hate her," Janis complained, still not sitting next to her girlfriend during their lunch. Instead, she sat in between Damian and another kid. Normally, she would practically be climbing on her lap. (Y/n) had to force herself to not roll her eyes over the fact Janis was so angry over something they could not change. "I hate that the entire class you two talked and laughed. I hate that Regina thought it was okay to draw a smiley face on your hand. I even hate the way that when she talked to you, she leaned in so close you two could kiss."

Damian, who was in this same class, was on (Y/n)'s side. Though he did typically take Janis's. Still, this wasn't his business, so he did the most unlikely thing for him and stayed out of it. "Janis, you literally hate everything. First of all, you act like I chose her to be my partner. I'm going to be friendly and talk to her, too. She is going to be my partner for the entire academic school year. I would rather not have a bad year. And, I didn't just let her, she just did it. I pulled my hand away. That's why the smiley is wiggly." (Y/n) showed the smiley face that was almost washed off as (Y/n) had already attempted to rub it off, even adding soap and water.

Janis almost rolled her eyes, but (Y/n) interrupted her again. "Hold on, let me challenge you. Tell me things you love. You always tell me what you hate. You yelled over me being partnered up with the person you hate." (Y/n) crossed her arms, leaning back to see if Janis would take the bait. (Y/n) just couldn't deal with this argument anymore. It had been over four days, and she was over it.

"Fine, this will be easy." (Y/n) raised her brow at Janis's words as she waited patiently. For something so easy, (Y/n) and Damian watched in amusement as they waited for a moment. "I love the way you message me first thing in the morning, never making me wait for a message. You always respond very fast. I love the way you give me rides to school in the morning and we can listen to music with your sunroof open. I love the way that makes your hair ruffled and it reminds me of waking up next to you."

She was genuinely surprised by both (Y/n) and Damian. While (Y/n) wore a dopey grin, Damian wondered if he should still be there. "I love the way you tell everyone I'm the big spoon when we both know that's not true. I love the way you watch my art. I love the way you look in the morning, you're hair messy, and everyone. I love how you look throughout the day. I might not love a lot of things but I love you more than the moon loves the sun." (Y/n) felt almost emotional as she opened her mouth to speak. However, Janis beat her to the punch. "Not so fast, my little goody-two-shoes. This argument is not just about me hating everything, it's also about how calm you are about this whole thing with Regina. So, I told you all of the things I love about you, tell me all of the things you hate." Janis was all about winning a challenge.

(Y/n) was unsure if this was the best idea, glancing at Damian who seemed to have the same thoughts. "Um, okay… I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme." (Y/n) and Janis knew that she didn't hate any of those things, that she just couldn't think of anything. "I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. Because I stayed up all night waiting." (Y/n) teased, talking about how Janis fell asleep last night.

(Y/n) sighed, still wracking her brain for anything. "But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." She blushed, twirling her thumbs. "I don't even hate any of the things I listed. I just couldn't think of anything I actually hate. I just… I just can't hate you. I love you, Janis." She admitted for the first time, Damian tapping the table in excitement.

A giant grin fell on Janis's lips as she leaned over the table, kissing (Y/n) promptly on the lips. "I love you, too, (Y/n). I also love that I won the challenge." She joked as she sat back down. All of her jealous worry was now at ease as she reminded herself over who she was worried about. Her perfect, wholesome girlfriend. The girl who couldn't even create an actual list of things she hated about her.

#janis imiike x reader #janis imiike #mean girls x reader #mean girls

[babybluebex]

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at london comic con, naptime for joe’s son interferes with joe’s panel. luckily, joe has a fix for the situation. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!joseph quinn x um!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff fluff fluff ab dad joe bc lcc is giving so much kid content it’s driving me wild, joe’s son’s name is anthony 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: listen, @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown and i have this longstanding au going where you and joe have a son and i NEEDED to write it, especially with all the pictures of babies and kids that we’re getting this weekend :)

By now, everyone on Twitter knew that Joe had brought you and his son to London Comic Con. You and Joe had been spotted entering the convention center on Saturday, tiny 4-year old Anthony in tow, and everyone was waiting for some sort of content with the three of you. Joe didn’t share too much about Anthony online, only the spare picture to his new Instagram every so often, updating his eight million followers on Anthony’s antics, but little Anthony was known and beloved. 

So far, the day had gone well. You stood off to the side and entertained Anthony as Joe took pictures with fans, stopping during every break to get the snuggles and kisses in— Anthony required many Daddy snuggles and kisses, and every twenty minutes, two minutes were allotted for Joe to kiss Anthony’s head, inquire about what he was watching (the answer was always Bluey), and promise more time in the future. You hated how hectic the convention was and how quickly-paced it was, but that was the nature of the event. It was fun to watch your husband interact with all of his fans, and some even spotted you and sent waves and coos towards you and Anthony. 

Eventually, time for Joe’s lunch break came, and he held Anthony in his lap as they both ate their sandwiches that you had made (the upside of a con in London meant no hotel rooms, and your boys got to sleep in their own beds), peanut butter dotted on Anthony’s little mouth as he babbled away at Joe. “So big, Dada!” he exclaimed, stretching his hands wide. 

“Yeah, lots of people, aren’t there?” Joe chuckled, smoothing down Anthony’s thin curls. Anthony resembled Joe to a tee, some baby photos that Joe’s mother had showed you a dead ringer for your son, and Anthony’s big brown eyes widened as he nodded. 

“And they’re all here to see you,” you told him, and Joe scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t know about that,” he said. “I think they’re here to see you.” 

“Me?” you asked. 

“Yeah, my fans love you,” Joe told you. “Everybody today has told me to say hello to you and Anthony. And some people asked about Wes too, actually.” 

You smiled and leaned forward to kiss Joe’s cheek, and your husband blushed under your lips. “I’m so proud of you, Joey,” you told him softly. “You’ve worked so hard for so long, and now… It’s all happening.” 

“And I get to do it with you,” Joe said with a watery smile, and he looked down at Anthony in his lap, still watching Bluey on your phone. “Both of you.” He ruffled up Anthony’s hair and smoothed them down again, an anxious habit that he had picked up recently, and Anthony looked up from your phone and smiled a big, toothy grin at his father. 

“It’s almost naptime,” you said, looking down at your watch, and both of your boys whined and grumbled in protest. Anthony usually didn’t make a fuss over naptime and gladly settled in bed with his blankie and fell asleep for at least an hour, but you knew that the energy and excitement from the con would interrupt his schedule. You had anticipated this, and you pouted as you tugged your son up into your arms. “I know, baby, I know,” you told him. “But you’ll get all sleepy and cranky later if you don’t nap.” 

“B-But Dada!” Anthony said, and he wriggled in your arms, reaching out for Joe. You willingly transferred your son into his father’s arms, and Joe kissed Anthony’s wiggly little head as Anthony added, “Wanna stay with ‘ou, Dada.” 

“I want you to stay with me too,” Joe said, his bottom lip pouting out. “But you need to nap, and I have stuff I’ve gotta do.”

“What?” Anthony asked. 

“Well, I have a panel in a few minutes,” Joe told Anthony. “People ask me all sorts of things, and I answer them. It’s usually very fun. But I can’t bring you, bud.” 

“I mean…” you started slowly. “You could. Just hold him in your lap and let him sleep while you answer the questions. If you want, that is. Or I can just take him back home to nap and we can come get you at the end of the day.” 

“I can hold him,” Joe said, rubbing Anthony’s back. “We’re just gonna cuddle while you nap, aren’t we?”

“Cuddle?” Anthony asked, and Joe nodded. “Okay. Blankie?” 

You nodded carefully and slung off your backpack, opening it and searching through all of your stuff, Joe’s phone and wallet and keys and snacks and all of Anthony’s various accessories, and you finally extracted his fluffy blue blankie. It certainly had been fluffy at one point but, after four years, the fluff had been matted down and it was a little off-color, no matter how many times you washed it. But it was Anthony’s favorite blankie, the only one he slept with, and Anthony cuddled it up to his chest instantly as soon as he got it in his hands. “Thank you, Mummy,” Anthony mumbled, nestling his head under Joe’s chin, and your heart skipped. 

“Of course, baby,” you told him. “Are my boys ready for the panel?” 

“Anthony’s first panel,” Joe chuckled. “We’re ready.” 

Joe carried Anthony (and his blankie) to the stage, smiling and waving at fans as he passed them, and he seemed calm and cool. It was only once you got backstage, in the wings of the stage, that he started to seem nervous. “Is this a bad idea?” Joe asked. Anthony had his head rested on Joe’s shoulder, his brown eyes flagging with after-lunch sleepiness, and he yawned and cuddled up closer into Joe’s chest. “I-I mean, is it unprofessional?” 

“He’s your son, darling,” you told him, adjusting Joe’s jacket to lay right and settling his curls right. “Everyone will understand. And anyway, it’s super cute, and nobody will care if it's unprofessional if it’s cute.” 

Joe nodded, and he rubbed Anthony’s back as his name was announced by the moderator, and you watched Joe walk out onstage, holding his microphone in one hand as he held Anthony in his arms. Instantly, the auditorium was met with coos and aws and cheers, and Joe waved at everyone before he sat down on the small sofa that was provided for him. He mumbled something to Anthony and kissed his head, and your son turned to look at everyone. He waved for a moment, just long enough for everyone to cheer back at him, and he turned back and buried himself in Joe’s chest. 

The crowd died down, and Joe brought the microphone to his mouth. “It’s naptime,” he said, his voice echoing around the room, and he added, “We’ve got our blankie, I think Ant’s gonna suck his thumb, and he’ll be asleep in no time. But I’m excited, let’s begin.” 

Everything Anthony did was met with applause and aws, every moment and wiggle and cuddle into Joe’s warm chest. Joe answered every question with poise and humility, laughing when someone said to say hi to Wes, and Anthony mumbled something that was half-caught by the mic. “Unca Wes?” he mumbled, and Joe frowned, shaking his head. 

“No, no, Uncle Wes isn’t here right now,” he said softly. “But we can see him when we’re done here... It cracks me up that you guys know who Wes is.” 

True to his word, Anthony popped his thumb in his mouth and was asleep within twenty minutes, and Joe noticed it. “Oh, bless him,” he said. “And we’re asleep here. If we’re very quiet… maybe he’ll stay asleep…” Joe paused for a second and kissed Anthony’s head, and the boy didn’t stir, and Joe said, “Yeah, and he’s knocked out. He can sleep through anything at this point. He gets that from me.” Joe laughed a little, making sure that Anthony stayed asleep, and he said, “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

That happened often. Joe would be too distracted watching Anthony sleep and have to have the question asked again, and he flushed and mumbled, “I’m sorry, you guys, he’s just… Parents will understand, he’s only this little for so long. Sorry, I’m sorry, what was the question again?” 

Finally, the time for the end of the panel came, and the last question took Joe a second to respond: “What are you most proud of in your life?” 

“Well,” he started. “I’m proud of myself for a lot, if I can say that without coming off as a douchebag. But my own accomplishments pale in comparison to my wife, she… She’s amazing. I’m constantly in awe of her and all that she’s done for me, all of the late nights she spends with our son while I work, supporting me and loving me and… But this little guy. He blows my mind every day. Even as he’s sitting here, napping, he’s so much more than I ever could have imagined my son to be. I never anticipated being a father, and now I am, and even though it’s been four years, I’m still not used to him and I don’t think I ever will be. He is so smart and beautiful and… Yeah. I’m proud of Anthony. He’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

You smiled and, as soon as Joe came offstage, you pulled him into a kiss. You felt Joe’s hands twitch underneath Anthony, obviously wanting to embrace you as he kissed you, and you pulled Anthony into your arms to allow Joe to hold you tenderly as he kissed your lips. He sighed into the kiss and touched his forehead to yours, and he mumbled, “I love you so much. Thank you for sticking around.” 

“Of course,” you told him. “I love you too, darling.” 

“I wonder if my mum can take Ant tonight,” Joe mumbled, pulling you back into another kiss. “I need some time with you.” 

“You have more con tomorrow,” you said. “Is tonight good for that?” 

“Any night is a good night for that,” Joe chuckled, and you smiled at his naughty cheek. “I think it’s time Ant has a little sister.” 

“You think so?” you asked. “Whatever you say, Mr. Quinn.” 

“And I do say, Mrs. Quinn,” Joe said. “Let me call Mum and see if she can take the little monster. He was so good for me, he just slept the whole time.” 

“He’s not a monster,” you said with a smile, bouncing Anthony as he yawned and started to wake up. His thumb was popped in his mouth and you carefully pulled it out, and Anthony whined and sucked the corner of his blankie into his mouth. “He’s the most special little boy in the world.”

“He sure is,” Joe said, and his big eyes were full of love as he looked at the two of you, his wife and son. “The best boy ever.” 

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[ohbo-ohno]

I know that you already answered about Reader not really having household chores, but one can imagine being a housewife as a coping mechanism in serial killer AU......

We just stay in this creepy crawly fuckhouse too long, it reeks of blood and rotten meat and bourbon and we just can't!! Begging the guys to just let us have your way, cleaning everything, burning our hands with bleach and cleaning supplies, forcing Soap to take baths with sweetly scented salts.

Ghost found out about your little hobby and calls you their adorable house wifey....you're scared and afraid and the only thing that allows to keep your mind away is cleaning and cooking and maybe even knitting((( boys getting out of their last hunt, all burly amd sweaty and covered in blood and their little pet wifey is right here, welcoming them in a clean house with ahaky hands. Ghost drops us to his lap like a cat, scrubbing our head while Soap tries to feed us, talking about how perfect their last victim was screaming.

Murder den is too clean, so now they have to drag another victim inside and gut them!! Putting our housewife skills to good use

love a good housewife kink

she needs something to do while they're "gone" all day, she'll go insane otherwise! and it's not like they give her much freedom, there isn't much around to do but cook and clean

but oh my god... the way their obsession with you would become even more deranged if they thought you were trying to take care of them.

you clutching at ghost's hands, nearly scrubbing his hands raw with how harshly you're washing away the blood. meticulous enough to get under the nails and the cuticles, in the grooves of his callouses and scars. he's just staring down at you like you're anointing him. you refuse to let him touch you if you don't get to make sure his hands are clean, and he pretends to barely tolerate it when secretly he loves the whole process

johnny could watch you cook for fucking hours. the way you hustle and bustle around the kitchen, making sure everything is being prepared at the exact right time so it's not too hot or cold for serving, or how focused you get when decorating something you've baked. he buys you a frilly little apron, makes you wear nothing else besides it and jacks off to the way your ass moves when you bend over to take cookies out of the oven.

knitting or crocheting for them :( would take a while for them to trust you with the hooks, but they would eventually. trying to discreetly figure out their measurements without asking - making larger items of clothing takes longer and therefore distracts you for longer! one day they find a whole stash of hats and mittens and sweaters and scarves :( all the gifts you've made for them :( they reward you so nicely for being so good to them <3

also - ghost keeping you captive on his lap and hand feeding you your homemade meal while he and soap talk in gruesome detail about their crimes... yeah that does it for me. you get all wiggly and whiney and he just shushes you, brushes a hand over your head and kisses your hairline, gives you another bite of food when you open your mouth to complain

#gremlingottoosilly #serial killer ghoap x reader #bo writes