#i redid the face 3 times...

[knifedog]

Mays fish!! or fsh because it has no eyes

fabric is some horrible plastic thing from the dollar store years ago and beads and sequin from second hand store! not sure if I'll keep it in the hoop or turn it into a patch but it was very fun so shiny!!

[swordmaid]

back to the shadows 🌑

inspired by the storm by pierre auguste cot, shri’iia and astarion running away from the sun bc he’s a vampire and she has sunlight sensitivity.

please zoom in to see the details! 🥹🫶

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

pov you do ur gay little run cycle into the war room unexpectedly insp this painting and remembering this screenshot/post as well

[mayjunenov]

dipper pines wip

[art-from-the-juice-box]

hiiii heres my qsmp stuff from my ipad :) its all really old now i don’t have anything during or purgatory since during is in my sketchbook and after that charlie only streamed like one more time before the server imploded and id moved interests in like october

they’re in chronological order from oldest at the top to newest at the bottom- and the tallulah and chayanne designs are so old that if i redrew them now they would look completely different lmao. (they’re also so old that i spelled tallulah’s name wrong lol) those are from before we knew all that much about them (at least for tallulah, i think for chayanne i just hadn’t watched enough streams) but the canvas next to it that didn’t pass the cringe test does have chayannes skull mask so i fixed that part RIGHT after that drawing lmao. the election doodles are from during the winner announcement stream and the charlie glitches are from the evening that stream dropped i watched his pov live and then watched cellbit and phil’s perspective afterwards while doodling it :) watched a lot of tubbo for a bit since he was always live when i was up and before anyone else went live so there’s frubbo as well :]

[scatterbrainedbot]

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ZACH I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE (no cause the way I ran to my friends to show them these and proceeded to curl up on the floor while they laughed. IM INSANE OVER THEM QwQ <33333)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN, RAHHHHH

just doin' my job, ma'am

[impossible-rat-babies]

I forgot how much I loved the one Deadfire DLC ;—;

[nero1forte]

first time drawing shinji since 2018 … i hate drawing hats

[artcat69]

I love this interaction of theirs

Mitzi before the pencil smudged

[aysrin]

Needle Felt Siffrin Build Log: (oct 6 - nov 20, 2024)

Credits goes wholely to @insertdisc5 for creating ISAT and siffrin's design! I am just here to attempt to make cool fanart (and get more people to play isat.. my devious plans are going great so far :3) As always, this isn't a tutorial- it is just a log about how i go about approaching a sculpture and I hope this collection of resources can help others make their own sifs!!

PSA: this has some spoilers for endgame CGs/sprites on my references image board ( also might see it in the backgrounds of my process pics). And bc this is needle felting, you will see some sharp needles! beware!

my inspiration was the intro cutscene where Sif eats the star, so my main goal was to adhere to the style of ISAT as closely as possible while transfering it to 3D space. And I knew i also wanted to try making the cloak for stopmotion purposes, so my process was tailored towards having control over the fabric with wire inlaid within the cloak (more on that later).

I ended up not sticking eyebrows on top of siffrin's bangs lol but anyways, first order of business is Gather Reference! v important. pureref is free and an awesome program. I also do some sketches to visualize the pose and important details i wanted to include in the sculpt.

behold the isat wiki gallery page! tawnysoup wrote an awesome ISAT style guide that absolutely rings true in 3d space too!! adrienne made a sif hair guide here!! (sorry i couldnt find the original link, but it's on the wiki). It says ref komaeda hair so that's what i looked at, along with other adjacent hairstyles! I also like doing drawovers on in progress photos to previs shapes n stuff to get a better idea of the end result.

Also if you're like me and struggle with translating stuff into 3D space, take a look at how people make 3d models and figurines! sketchfab is also a great resource! I looked at the link botw model by Christoph Schoch here for hair ref. (I used Maya, but there's a blender version too ! you can pose characters too if your model has been rigged!)

Face:

Started off blocking out the main shapes of eyelids and iris, and then filling in the colour details in the iris and the star highlights before moving onto adding thin black outlines and eyelashes. I didn't take many in-progress photos cause i kept ripping stuff out to redo them many many times, sorry!! This eye took about 3 hrs bc i just wasn't happy with it!! Sometimes it do be the vibe to give up, go to bed and see how it looks in the morning (more often than naught, it looks fine and it was the "dont trust yourself after 9pm" speaking)

The Mouth:

Couldn't decide if i even wanted to add a mouth as per usual with all my humanoid sculptures.. but i did some drawover tests first to see what expression i liked and to try to visualize it from multiple angles. (I was also testing the placement of stars on the hat brim here)

And then I redid the mouth like 3 times cause the angle just wasn't right (this went on for about the course of a week yay!)

Hair: woe baldfrin be upon ye

I made the hair strands individually first, and then since Sif has some of the hair at the back dyed black, i covered some of the tips with black wool (manually) (I think it would go much faster if i just took a marker to it, but hahaha i love pain and detailing!! )

And then the rest of it was positioning strands with sewing pins layer by layer, always looking at it from different multiple angles- sometimes tailoring the angle or swoop of individual hair flippies. At one point I thought the back looked too cluttered, but the hat covers a lot of it anyways!! yay for hiding mistakes! (imo this is a similar process to how cosplayers style wigs, but on a smaller scale and the same level of time consuming)

As always, look to your reference for guides, and I always do a whole bunch of drawovers over in progress photos to ascertain what was working and what wasn't.

Hat:

A trick to get a super pointy tip, make another tip seperately while keeping the connection point unfelted, and then combine the two to make super pointy hat!! (this also helps if you made the hat too short and need it to be taller. ask me how i know)

The embroidery on the hat brim was done in a hoop and then invisible stitched to the felted top portion. Technically you don't need a hoop but it helps keep the fabric tension, so you avoid puckers in your embroidery. You can also use iron-on stabilizer if your fabric is loose weave or particularly thin. this is the tutorial i used for the stars embroidery! particularly the fly stitch one, french knots, and the criss-cross stitches. highly recommend needlenthread for embroidery stitches and techniques! i learned all my embroidery from this single site alone.

For fabric, I think I used a polycotton i had in my stash,, unsure of the actual fiber content bc i bought it a long time ago. I used DMC Satin floss which was nice and subtle shiny but frayed a lot so it was kind of a pain to stitch with... but keep a short thread length and perservere through it!! After the embroidery was done, I folded up the raw edges and invisible sewed it to the top portion of the hat.

General shape:

Ok general structure of the body is this: wire armature body covered with black wool -> cloak lining & wire cage -> edge of lining is invisibly sewn to the main cloak at the hem -> head

Don't be afraid to mess around with the pattern, it's essentially a pizza with a slice taken out of it to form a steep cone shape!! Use draft paper before cutting into felt to save material! (i think i made like 3 cloaks before i was happy with the shape lol).

You can also hide the seam of the cloak and collars by gently messing up the fibers of the felt with your fingers or a felting needle btw! you can also sandpaper the seams according to Sarah Spaceman in this vid (highly recommend them for their in depth cosplay/crafting builds holy smokes), though since sif cloak is at such a smol scale, I just blended the seam with my felting needle.

For the lining wire cage section, I sewed in wire around the cloak, so the main rotation point is at the top neck area under the collar. These paddles are used to keep whatever pose I need the cloak to be in for stopmotion purposes. Then after the wire is done, I invisibly sewed the lining to the cloak at the hem (same technique as the hat brim to the lining there).

In hindsight, I should've used a thinner fabric for the lining, but i only had sheer white in my stash so had to go with double felt, thus resulting in a really bulky lining but oh well!

Heels:

started with the general boot shape, then tacking on the diamond shape heel stack and also diamond shape sole bc we're committed to the bit here. I skewer the boot onto the armature which also conveniently hides the connection point into the base to keep the whole thing upright and also I can rotate the boot to tweak the angle if needed.

Pins:

I kinda just trial and error'd jewellery wire with pliers into the pin shapes. They're itty bitty!! had a whole bunch of fails before i got two nice ones. A hot tip is to use needle nose pliers and wrap the wire around the tip to get a smooth circle shape!

Base:

I smoothed out the edge of a circular wood base with a dremel, and then used wood stainer to get the black colour. It ended up kinda looking like I took a sharpie to it, but whatever.... now i have a whole ass can of black wood stainer........ I then made a rough mountain of black wool and stuck the feet armature in. And now he's standing!!

Normally at this point when I'm done felting everything, to get a smooth finish, I'd take a small pair of scissors and carefully snip away any flyaway fibers, but this time, I just left them fluffy cause i think that's what sif would do :3c

Photoshoot:

Normally I do shoots using daylight but it was winter so the sun was nonexistent. So I broke out the home lighting setup aka dollarstore posterboard for a nice smooth background, and then hit it with the overhead Fill, side Fill 2, and Rim light, and use white paper/posterboard for bounce light if one side feels too dark. But if things are overexposed, you can move the light sources away until the harshness dims down. I'm using a Olympus mirrorless camera (handed down to me by my sibling so i dont remember the model exactly), which can connect to my phone as a remote so I can avoid shaking the camera when i take photos. Pretty nifty for stopmotion purposes! (yes my camera stand is a stack of notebooks, a tissuebox and some eva foam under the lens, don't judge me)

Stopmotion animation:

I'm still figuring stopmo out on my part, but my process was straight ahead animation ... move the cloak a cm, take a pic.... move another cm, click.... and repeat until i get a version I was happy with. My ref was the cloak animation from Gris (beautiful game btw). The 2d star animation was also done straight ahead using procreate, exported in png with a transparent background, and finally stitched together with the stopmotion footage in photoshop.

My turnarounds are also stopmotion! also secret hack, the turntable is a fidget spinner sticky tacked to a cake platter.

And i think that's all! i mainly wanted to share how I go about thinking about taking a 2d concept and moving it to 3D. I also didn't go in depth into how to actually do the needle felting bc I don't think I''d be very helpful I'm a very good teacher by telling yall to just keep stabbing until it looks right (i'm self taught for this hobby),,, if anyone wants it though, i can share a bunch of tutorials and other felters' process that helped me learn more needle felting!

Hopefully this was helpful to someone! Feel free to send asks if ya got any questions or if anything needs clarification! Or show me your works! I love seeing other people's crafts :3

here have a cookie for making it this far 🥐

[tiny-vermin]

women should be sweaty in the garden and also touching each other. like if u agree 👍

‼️ cottage wives for @chernozemm ‼️

my commissions are open too !! <3

OKAY the vision for this was initially like this ^^ really cropped image of just their torsos so you couldnt see their faces and her Hand. but then i got carried away and its all there now!

i also got a lot of help for this from my artist besties (blows all of u a kiss) because i love second guessing myself. 7 + 9 = 14 yaknow. but sometimes this is good cus i did fix a lot of things. eg crowleys braids did NOT look this pretty until i redid it like 4 times. lmfao.

[cute-sucker]

domestic life (w/rafe)

about: this series is gonna be super, short and cute! just a bunch of compilation of your life with rafe + super super domestic fluff <3 send requests if you would like !

the days were sweltering hot, and you could barely take it, feeling so overstimulated you felt like you could cry.

all it would take would be a slight comment for your eyes to start watering, so you knew it was a good decision to carefully walk down to rafe's truck. good thing your boyfriend was always willing to turn on the ac as much as you wanted.

the minute you jumped into the car, rafe leaned in closer to give you a kiss with puckered lips, an easy grin on his face, "there's my pretty girl," he murmured fixing your seat before grazing your face with his fingers.

you grimaced looking away pushing a hand to move him away, pink skirt fluttering as you redid your lipgloss. rafe looked at you with a raised eyebrow, gruffly muttering something under his breath after your rejection.

"i'm all gross, rafe. can't deal with it," you groaned, rubbing your hands in your hair to make it look better, "shit, this heat is really getting to me."

"c'mere, what the hell does it matter?" he groaned ignoring your meek protests before grabbing your face to give you a proper kiss, "i've seen you worse," then he gave you a suggestive smile as you smiled shyly, rubbing your face on his shoulder as he muttered in approval.  

"that wasn't so hard, was it?"

you hide your smile now, humming softly. giving him a slight look you adjust the toggle of the air conditioning, feeling the chilly breeze cool you. rafe looked at you bewildered as you turned it up the whole way, a cheeky smile on your face. you knew he couldn't stop you. you knew he didn't have it in him.  

"y'know i turned it on before you came in? spent five minutes fermenting in this fuckin' cold"

now you rolled your eyes, fixing your necklace to make sure it was on display. sometimes that was how you won arguments, you just flashed your little necklace that had a 'r,' on it, and you swore rafe's eyes went glossy before he coughed to stop himself to kissing you. it worked every single time, but this time he was scowling, shaking his head as he continued to drive.

you nudged him gently with your manicured finger, "rafe? rafe...rafe?" you whispered in his ear, before he let out a small groan slowly pulling over the car.

"what is it?"

you bit your lip, fidgeting before you looked up.

"spit it out."

you sighed, "i can't deal with the weather rafe. it makes me feel super ichy, and disgusting. i need this. i really do." now you're practically whispering, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. you watch him close his eyes, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white.

finally he let out a soft sigh, as he ran a hand through his hair as if it made sense to him. sometimes he talked to you about his sensory issues as well, in that soft offhanded way, telling you how it irritated him the way that the tv was loud enough to make his head burn, or the way the tags on his t-shirts had to cut off properly, and now you wished that he would understand.

you shivered now, like a frail leaf on an autumn day, hoping that you wouldn't be met with his cruel words, hoping that he'll understand and somehow, somehow he places a warm hand on your waist, a gentle frown on his face.

and in true rafe fashion, he gives you a small pat on your head, pulling the car back into drive, and he's practically cooing now but there's a sweet edge to his words as if he's pulling you apart like cotton candy.

"yea', jesus, i should have known better," and then he tosses a cd into your lap, and you know he's trying to apologise through his actions as he gives you a soft kiss the on the forehead

"c'mon put on one of those cheesy songs."

[fresh-orange-whispers]

The airtight device had left deep indentations on his face from the prolonged compression — bruises on his orange-brown skin, observable to the naked eye — but he never complained, not even once.

When I was drawing the last one, my inspiration was a bit lost due to an unexpected argument with my boyfriend because of my own stupid caprice - which was resolved today with love and care, so no worries! The result was that the last strip didn't come out as planned, the order of the panels was also messed up. I apologize for that and I'm really, really glad that it got so much positive feedback, nonetheless.

I redid it today so that it makes more sense. This time it's from left to right, obviously - Plo taking off his mask for a rest. My headcanon is that the tubes connecting his sensory organs are actually his tendrils, extendable and retractable out and in of the sensory organs as needed <3

[trippinsorrows]

without you + five

authors note: well, it's been a while...for obvious reasons. after a lot of deliberation and polls from my followers, i've decided to see this story through to the end. there won't be a book 3, so once this is done, it's done.

this and my only other joe story, give me a reason, will be the end of my joe fics.

i also redid the taglist for this story, again, for obvious reasons. so, if you wish to be tagged moving forward, you have to sign up here.

warnings: none

song inspo: be without you by mary j. blige

masterlist

words: 5.3k

Lately, I've been going through some things that's really got me down

I need someone, somebody, to help me come and turn my life around

I can't explain it

I can't obtain it

Five months pregnant with triplets, barefoot, moving and dancing around the bathroom, curling iron in hand as you retouch your curls isn’t exactly how you planned for this morning to go, but how does that saying go? We make plans, and God laughs?

Yeah, the big man must be having a time up there, because it’s most definitely been a chaotic morning to say the least.

It started out with you trying to surprise your daughter and fiancé with a special breakfast for an extra special day. Nothing too crazy. Just some sausage, eggs, and waffles with that fancy waffle maker you were gifted during the baby shower. It would have been fine and perfect but not for the fact that damn waffle maker wasn’t as simple and easy as marketed. Far from it, because somehow you ended up burning the first set. A mishap that resulted in the smoke detectors going off and waking up not only your man but his mini me.

Callie’s sleepy face morphed into a scowl at being woken up unnecessarily early, her little hands rubbing her eyes as Joe worked to turn off the alarms that blared all throughout the big house.

“Mommy,” she spoke, forcing you to look away from where your less than stellar eggs somehow looked so different from when Joe made them. “I think you should let daddy cook.”

“And, I think you should mind your business, Little Ms. Ma’am.”

“She’s not wrong,” Joe huffed from where he stood on a chair, finger down on the button, trying to reset it.

“Shut up,” you murmured, sighing and turning to your daughter. “How about mommy makes you—”

“Y/N, don’t touch nothing else.”

You pouted, arms crossed over your big ass breast and even bigger belly. “That is rude.”

Callie was suddenly at your side, big brown eyes looking up with all the understanding. “It’s okay. I’ll have cereal.”

“Naw, I’ll make you some pancakes, baby,” Joe protested, stepping down from the chair. “Just give me a minute.”

“I can make the—”

“Why don’t you sit down, babe?” He asked, walking up and stealing a kiss, rubbing your stomach. “Rest. You shouldn’t be on your feet.”

Your pout returned as you whined almost, “but, it’s our big day. I wanted to do something special.”

“Well, burning down our house ain’t it.”

You sucked your teeth, punching him on his big ass arm, warning, “you got one more time.” He shook his head, completely unaffected and unbothered. “Acting like I won’t F you up.”

It's a quick save. Censoring yourself last minute due to the presence of your daughter who stood in front of the pantry, trying to reach the pancake batter for her favorite person.

Joe’s deep voice sounded as he chuckled. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Don’t think cause you done knocked me up with your big headed ass children, I can’t and won’t.”

His laughter echoed down the hall, right as your mom walked in, adjusting her robe.

“Girl, what you done burned now?”

“Mama!”

That was not even two hours ago.

Joe made good on his promise and righted your many wrongs, preparing an amazing breakfast for everyone with the help of your mom and your daughter. Perhaps Callie was right.

Maybe you should just let him cook.

“Makes me clap my hands, makes me wanna dance, stomp,” you sing along lightly to the song you grew up listening to, careful not to burn your fingers the way you burned up breakfast.

“Mommy!”

Turning to your left, you almost do just that.

But, it's so worth it. A sight that brings tears to your eyes. Tears you have a hard time not shedding but do your best to avoid letting fall, because you want to prevent messing up your makeup.

“Baby….”

She looks so pretty and adorable in her white dress with gold trim. Little gold studs in her ears. Her hair down and free, curls so perfectly defined and coiled, perfect styling courtesy of your mom. Her shoes are also white and gold, matching her all gold socks. And then there’s that smile. God, every time she smiles, you see it. See Joe. See yourself.

See the two of you.

Callie spins around, holding her dress. “You like it, mommy?”

“I love it, baby girl.” You truly do. “You look like a princess—”

“I look like Moana!” She says happily, walking over, little hand on your stomach. “Not you, baby sister. The real Moana!”

A happy chuckle leaves your mouth as you place the curling iron on the counter, doing your best to lean over and hug her. “I love you so much, Calista.”

She hugs back, holding you just as tight. “I love you too, mama!”

A small knock on the door reveals your mom standing there in a simple white dress, her box braids pulled into a neat bun atop her head. She doesn’t wear much makeup, but she doesn’t need to. When it comes to looks, there’s no question where you got yours from.

“Don’t she look pretty?”

Callie smiles and nods happily, pointing to you. “I look like, mommy!”

Your mom makes a sound, feigning some sort of indecision. “I don’t know, sweetie pie. I’m starting to see more and more of your daddy in you.”

You gasp, grabbing and holding Callie close. “Naw, this is my baby. Her daddy ain’t the one who pushed her out the co—”

“Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, murmuring a quiet “sorry” to your mom, releasing Callie, directing her, “why don’t you let daddy see how pretty you look?”

At the idea of being around her best friend in the world, your baby girl is jumping and leaping for joy.

“Yay!”

Before you can even say anything, she’s turning on her heel and rushing out the bathroom. Her departure leaves just you and your mom alone. The mood shifts, something warm and maternal. She walks over, positioning the both of you so she’s hugging you from behind.

The most heartfelt sigh leaves her mouth as she maintains eye contact through the mirror. “Your grandma would be so proud of you.”

Heartfelt words that instantly have your eyes watering yet again. You miss her so much, and every time you think about the fact that she never got to meet Callie, a small part of you grieves her death like it’s the immediate days after all over again.

“And so am I.”

A welcomed addition, your voice soft and vulnerable. “Yeah?”

Your mom sighs once more, holding you just a little tighter, like you’re still that spitfire little girl that always gave her a run for her money but also made her life so much more meaningful. “You know how I feel about you and Joe started.” Very much so. Even with all you know regarding the truth of his marriage with Jadah, the fact of the matter remains that an affair occurred. It’s something you’ll probably always struggle with to a certain extent. “But regardless of all that, I truly do believe God meant that man for you. This is the life you deserve. A beautiful, healthy, happy family.”

Words that have never hit so deeper than in this moment. Her hands settle on your stomach. “Thank you, mama.” A deep, thick swallow. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” She kisses your cheek, clearing her throat and stepping back. “Now reach me that curling iron so I can fix whatever you thought you were doing to your hair.”

“Mama!”

—————

First thing in the morning at City Hall proves to be the perfect time of the day to have a “legal only” wedding. Not too many people outside of the employees and workers, but even better, no one who recognizes Joe. Or, rather, they don’t approach him, because with how mainstream he’s become over the past few years, you have a hard time believing not even one person knows who this man is.

So for the probable respect that said folks have for him, for the small group of ya’ll, you’re eternally grateful.

The last thing you want is this getting out to the media.

Joe, being the amazing, type A man that he is, already handled a lot of what needed to be completed to make this happen. There’s only some standard procedures like providing ID and paperwork that the both of you need to sign to “seal the deal,” so to speak. It’s all relatively straightforward and takes less time than expected, proving that arriving so “early” wasn’t necessarily needed.

Especially since the rules don’t allow for “weddings” to take place outside of the specified appointment time, thus giving you all some time to kill. It works for you, but not necessarily for your daughter who seems to get bored much quicker the older she gets. Thus, your and Joe’s mom, who met you at the courthouse, taking her around the building to explore and take pictures.

That leaves just you and Joe in the waiting room.

“So.” He says, your hands locked together, his thumb running over your knuckles and the rock on your finger.

“So,” you mock, taking a second to admire his appearance. Joe has always been ridiculously attractive, but age only seems to do him better and better. He looks so damn handsome in his black suit, designer, custom, the white tie the perfect complement to your white dress. Hair pulled back in that perfect man bun he mastered well before you met him, it allows an unobstructed view of his face. His features chiseled and well defined. Just so damn fine.

He chuckles, looking over at you. “Still want to do this?”

You were expecting him to ask as such, but it still makes you smile. “Are you?” Moving your conjoined hands to your baby bump, you continue on the path of playfulness. “Though I’d think real careful about that answer, because child support for four kids, especially in the state of Florida from what I’ve read, can be real steep.”

He eyes you, almost skeptical. “Why you looking that up?”

Shrugging, you answer honestly. “Curious.”

“Yeah, well, get uncurious.”

“That’s not a word, sir.”

“You’re such a fucking teacher.”

“Ahh, it was that too,” you suddenly remember. “I was also looking into what I need to do to get my teaching license in this state.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, further explaining as he moves your hands around your stomach. “Seems relatively straightforward. I already put in my application for the test. Apparently, it can take some time to be approved, so I figured better to have it in the system now and wait versus doing it later and having to wait even longer.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see the wheels in his head turning. He wants to say something. “What?”

Unfortunately, sharing doesn’t seem to be on his agenda. “Nothing.”

You sigh. Does he not know you?

“C’mon, big daddy, you know I’m not gon’ let up till you tell me.” Especially since you two have already argued about this same subject once. You were under the impression it was all good, but if that’s not the case, you want to know.

“I don’t know, I just…I want you to take it easy.” And before you can protest, he lifts his other hand. “I know you can handle yourself, Y/N. You always have, but that’s just the thing. We’re about to be married now. I know a lot of it was on you with Callie, but it’s not gonna be like that this time. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” His baritone voice deepens, weighed down with sincerity and love. “I’m gonna take care of you. Take care of all of us. You work when you feel ready and like it’s a good move, not because you’re so used to handling things on your own, and you feel like you need to provide.”

His words hit deep and linger in a way you haven’t experienced. He’s not wrong. Like you’d told and explained to him before, you’ve worked damn near your whole life. Your mom always instilled such a good work ethic in you, and being a single mom only doubled that. And, it’s not even that you dislike working. Hardly. You love it. You worked so hard to get to where you are, so to not be able to do it is a bit of a difficult thought for you.

But, you also know there’s that small—maybe bigger—part of you that also is uncomfortable with letting go of just as he said. That provider role. Moving to Florida so you all could be a family was one thing. Necessary, even. Him buying you all such a big, beautiful home was another. Also, necessary in a lot of ways. There was no way ya’ll could stay in his old place. Not will all these kids. But, truly stepping back and letting him be the head of not just the table but the household is a new experience for you.

One that might be more of an adjustment than you were anticipating.

“I know,” is the only response you can give him right now. This will clearly be a continued but important conversation throughout the beginning of your marriage. “I just—“

“You’re stubborn as hell?”

You snort. “Like you aren’t?”

He shrugs. “I own up to it though.”

“And I don’t?”

He makes a sound, indicating disagreement, prompting you to shove him on his arm. His gaze softens. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

You swallow. “I know, and I appreciate it.” You do. More than he could probably ever realize. “And, I’m—I will try.”

He leans over, kissing your temple. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

And, it’s the least you can give him in return.

The two of you sit in silence, interlocked hands still resting atop your belly where your babies move around, as if in excitement and preparation for this big day. Like they’ve been waiting just as much and as long as their parents.

“Yes,” you finally answer his initial question. Joe looks over at you. “I still wanna do this.” Reaching with your free hand to stroke his beard, your crude nature kicks in a bit. “Your dick is way too big and good for me to back out now.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “That’s it? That’s the only reason?”

“What other reason is there?” He cuts his eyes, feigning irritation and starting to look away only for you to lightly tug on his beard. Your mouth dips into a small frown, your voice softening. “I love you, Joe. Here. Now. Then. Forever. My answer is always the same….yes.”

Because of this being a wedding for legal purposes only, and though allowed, you two decided to not do vows this round. You want that reserved for the real wedding, so the words expressed to him stem from the deepest part of your heart and soul, unofficial vows that carry with them an unbreakable promise and oath.

Nothing will ever separate you from this man.

"What God has joined together, let not man separate."

—————

Having the last name A’noai. The same last name as your daughter and now husband is something that doesn’t register right away. Not even as the judge announces you husband and wife, Joe sweeping you into his arms, planting the most sensual, heartfelt, loving kiss that the two of you have ever shared. Not as Callie rushes forward, planting herself between the two of you, jumping and leaping for joy, shouting, “we’re a family!”

Not even that night as you and your husband made love for the first time as a married couple. Not boyfriend and girlfriend. Not man and his mistress. Husband and wife. Not even as he held you afterwards, hand remaining on your belly, deep voice in your ear speaking sweet nothings and words of love and affirmation.

No, it still feels like something….impossible. And perhaps that’s because for so long it was. For so long, you never allowed yourself to feel and believe that this could ever happen. That Joe could really be yours. You refused to think about it, because that meant you would have to think about the why. Would have to acknowledge that for years you laid up with a man who had a whole ass wife.

And again, learning the truth behind Joe’s “relationship” and marriage with Jadah cleared up so much. It wasn’t the traditional, ‘ain’t shit man’ cheats on his loving wife who holds down the fort back home while he grinds to provide and make his dreams happen. Hardly. They were married in name only from the beginning. Had love for each other but were never in love with each other. In fact, being apart, separated, and divorced is the best thing that’s ever happened to both of them. What they needed to happen.

Hell, Jadah even thanked you while acknowledging she wished that you’d have told Joe from the beginning about Callie so that they could have divorced sooner.

Even more, the whole Mariah situation is starting to feel more and more like a thing of the past as Joe’s legal team continues with proceedings towards her, the gag and restraining order issued keeping her nice and quiet as you’re sure she drowns in debt trying to “fight” all the lawsuits she got slapped with.

It all worked out, so why can’t you acknowledge it?

Be okay with it?

Why does something still feel….off?

“Look, mommy!”

Callie’s excited voice pulls you from your overthinking, the photo of Joe on her shirt making you smile. Baby girl loves repping her daddy’s merch.

“What’s up Callie Bear?” You ask, one hand to your back that’s been killing you the past few days. You’d thought carrying Callie around during the middle and near the end of your pregnancy was a bit difficult at times, but three babies at once is a whole different ballpark.

She runs towards you, taking your hand, starting to pull you near the steps. “Daddy says I can have the big room!”

At that, your interest piques. “Really?”

Callie starts guiding you, keeping a hold of your hand as the two of you take the carpeted steps one by one. Her other little hand remains holding the banister for balance, similar to yourself. The whole while your mind stays on one thing and one thing only.

You know damn well this nigga did not give this little girl the master bedroom.

Except, you’re good and wrong, because Callie so happily walks you two into exactly just that.

The master bedroom.

As if sensing the many thoughts you have about and towards him, Joe walks in, arms crossed, gaze taking in the large, much too large for a going on five year old little girl.

And judging by the look on his face, he knows it, too.

“It’s so big!” Callie spins around in a circle, giggling as she falls to the floor. You take that moment of her being consumed in bliss to wobble over to her big head ass daddy.

“Her room?”

He reaches behind his head, scratching the back of his neck. “Baby—“

“Joe, she’s a little girl. Why does she need the master bedroom?”

And this man really has the audacity to answer so casually, “cause she asked for it.”

You shut your eyes. Impossible. This man is impossible.

“Do you even know how to say no to her?” You whisper, even though it’s not necessarily required as Callie has darted out the room, probably down the stairs to grab her tablet out of her backpack.

He rolls his eyes. “Of course, I do.”

“Really? I can’t tell with the way you and I are gon' be sleeping on twin size mattress and she living it up in the California King.”

Joe rolls his eyes, muttering, “stop being dramatic.”

You don't skip a beat with your retort. “Stop letting her walk all over you.”

He takes a minute to look at you, a hint of irritation crossing his handsome face. “I don’t let her walk all over me.”

“Then why is our barely five year old daughter getting the master bedroom in this house, Joe? Cause she asked for it? She keeps asking for that damn puppy, too, and you don’t see me looking up breeders.” He opens his mouth, and you lift your finger to silence him. “Leati, I swear to black Jesus if you mention one more thing about the benefits of her having a pet—“

“—it’ll teach her responsibility.”

“You really don’t believe me when I say it’s either me or that dog, huh?” You cross your arms, shaking your head. “Okay, when I go to the store to get some milk and don’t come back, leaving you with a spoiled little girl, three fussy babies, and a damn puppy that’s pissing and shitting all over the house, don’t call me up.”

He rolls his eyes once more, walking over and grabbing you by the hips, turning you so that you’re directly facing him. “I’m sorry, alright?” You look away, maintaining your pout, even as he moves his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “She was just so excited when she saw it, and I just—“

You sigh. “I know.” You really do. All in all, Joe has done such a beautiful job stepping into the father role. The fact that he bonded with Callie almost instantly and seeing that bond continue to grow truly warms your heart. You just wish he would work on finding a little better of a balance between being the “cool” dad and still being a disciplinarian. But, it hasn’t even been a year yet, and truth be told, if you need to play that role a little longer while he continues to learn, you’re okay with that.

After all, it’s on you that he wasn’t able to be in Callie’s life from the very beginning.

Being patient is the least you can do.

“It’s fine.” His eyes widen slightly, conveying his surprise at your sooner than expected surrender. “Not like this is our house anyway.”

No, the house you stand in is not the home your husband purchased for your existing and growing family. It’s a house currently being rented for him by the studio of the film Joe will start filming sooner rather than later. The room Callie picked out as “hers” the one she will sleep in when you bring her to come visit him when he has to stay in town for a few days to film.

And, if you know your newfound daddy’s little girl of a daughter like you know you do, she’ll manage to finesse her way into your and Joe’s bedroom anyway.

He pulls you closer, stealing a kiss, murmuring against your full lips, “thank you.”

“Mmmhmm.” Your fingers grasp at his shirt, eyes lowering, eyelashes batted. “You’ll be making it up to me later tonight, anyway.”

His hands shift to your ass. “Is that so?”

“Sure is, motherfucker,” you sass, hand dropping to palm his dick through his shorts. A small smile on your face appearing at seeing his jaw clench. “You good, daddy?”

His glare makes your smile widen. “You’re an evil lil’ something, you know that?”

The most innocent expression as you lift your hand from his crotch to motion to yourself. “Me?” Shaking your head, you start to pull away. “Never.”

Trying to walk away proves futile as he grabs you, pulling your back against his chest. His forearms cross over the top of your breast, your hands resting on them. His heavy sigh sounds in your ear, as you crane your head back against his chest. He just holds you like that for a good minute.

“I love you.”

You must have the biggest smile known to man. Your three favorite words in the whole wide world from 1/2 of your two favorite people in said world.

Life has never felt so good.

“I love you, t—“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Of course.

You can only shake your head as Callie’s voice travels from down the steps. That little girl is—

“Hello?”

The smile is gone.

That is most definitely not Callie.

Joe is already ahead of you, the two of you out the room, only to stop at the top of the stairway.

It takes a second, the shock of seeing someone other than your daughter who sits on the very bottom step, tablet in hand, looking up bored and irritated, settling when remembrance gradually sets in.

Primarily when she smiles.

It’s the same smile that greeted you that day you met during the Zoom meeting Joe had a few weeks ago.

“Megan.” Joe says her name with a combination of surprise and something else. Something akin to irritation.

Megan.

The rep from the casting company.

Naturally, Joe starts to move down the steps, you right behind him, one hand on the banister, mind elsewhere.

You could have sworn Joe locked the door when you guys arrived about an hour ago, and you know Callie would never open the door without asking for permission. Especially in an unknown place.

So, how the hell did Megan get in?

Close enough for formal introductions, Calista moving to stand close and near to Joe’s legs, Megan’s smile widens as she offers her hand. “Pleasure to finally meet you in person, Mr. Anoa’i.”

Joe accepts her handshake, correcting. “Please. Call me Joe.”

“Joe, it is,” she giggles, right as he turns to look at and reach for you. You accept his hand, Calista shifting once more so that she’s standing between the two of you. “I’m sure you remember my w—Y/N.” He catches himself, clearly about to introduce you as his wife, which wouldn’t be wrong, but the fact remains that currently only you, him, Callie, his mom, and your mom know that you two are now legally married. And for right now, you’d like to keep it that way.

Megan shifts her focus to you, smile remaining, “of course.” She extends her hand once more. “Nice to meet you as well.”

“Same.” You accept her kind gesture, taking a second to look her over. A young girl, probably in her late twenties, early thirties. Bright blue eyes. Soft features. Thin, narrow nose matching even thinner lips. She wears a simple, red bodycon dress with 3/4 sleeves that stops just below the knee. A tan Marc Jacobs tote bag over her shoulder. Pretty, according to modern day beauty standards. Alexis voice in the back of your head, saying something along the lines of “watch that lil’ white girl” has you holding back an amused smile.

That’s always been her thing though. Not yours.

You’ve never been the type to be pressed or bothered about other women around your man. Even with Joe. Not really. Insecurity within your relationship, within your marriage, is non-existent, and the trust abundant. You trust Joe with with your life. Know that that is something you never have to worry about.

Not only have you both been through too much to get to where you are now for him to ever risk it, but the fact remains that Joe wouldn’t look at this little girl even if she was the last woman on earth.

Outside of her….complexion being too light, contrary to what many might think given how insanely fit he is, Joe likes thick women. Loves a good ass to grab at and smack while he’s fucking from behind, big ass titties to suck on while you ride his dick like your life depends on it. Yeah, Megan’s dress is molded to her body, highlighting a nice set of breast, but they’re attached to such a slim frame. And, once again, you know Joe. His likes. Dislikes. Preferences. All of the above.

The man wants something he can grab, and he’s been grabbing at you for too long to even think about anyone else.

Even big and pregnant as you are, not even 24hrs ago, he had you on all fours, big hands spreading your ass cheeks, finger probing your asshole as he ate your pussy from behind, all while recording, adding to your growing collection for when pregnancy doesn’t allow for any sex. Something to hold you both over.

That’s the other thing….you two are freaks. Kinky as fuck, not many being able to match just how high and erotic your sex drives can be.

Joe knows where it’s at.

Always has.

Always will.

“And, this is the fabulous Ms. Calista, right?” Megan asks, leaning over to be more face to face with Callie.

Callie, however, isn’t having it. She hugs your legs, only nodding as a response.

That does make you frown a bit, but it’s not necessarily concerning. Callie, despite how she’s been the definition of a social butterfly with Joe’s family, can be initially shy when she meets people.

Granted, she technically already met Megan over the computer, but it’s a bit different. Online versus In-Person, so that’s probably it.

Almost awkwardly clearing her throat from your daughter’s cold greeting, she tucks a string of greasy blonde hair behind her ear. “Is the house okay for you all?”

Joe looks at you for an answer. Makes sense. This man was literally sleeping in sleeping bags on the road at one point. He’s good with whatever. It’s really if it works for you that he cares about.

“It’s perfect,” you answer. Your focus shifts down to Callie as you gently stroke her curls. “This one especially likes it, don’t you, sis?”

Callie’s big smile returns as she nods happily and rapidly. It makes Joe chuckle as he gives his final answer.

“It’s good.”

Megan nods, giving a thumbs up. “Awesome sauce.” She then turns, pulling out a folder from her purse. “I came to make sure the house is up to your standards, but I also have some paperwork from the studio regarding scheduling, your contract, and things of that nature if you’re available?” She then shakes her head. “But, you’re also with your family, so I can come back—“

“No,” you speak up, earning glances from both him and his twin. “It’s fine. I’m sure this one and I can find something to do while daddy works.”

A wink to Callie earns a scowl, as she doesn’t hesitate to express her dislike of this new plan. “Work sucks.”

“Watch your mouth, sis.” You warn, earning a sheepish look from her and Joe reaching to gently cup her face as she takes the opportunity to hug his legs. Naturally, he leans down to pick her up, Callie wrapping her arms around him as he kisses her cheek.

Megan makes a face, her hand over her chest. “Oh em gee. Your family is so cute.”

The compliment is kind enough to make you ignore the cringe of hearing her talk like that. Joe places Callie back down as she takes a step or two higher.

“Thank you.” You smile, reaching for Callie’s hand. She doesn’t know it yet, but a nap is calling her name. Yours, too. You’ve been on your feet today way too much. “It was nice meeting you, Megan. Well, in person.”

“You too.” The reply is directed to you, but her focus is on Joe. Again, understandable.

“I won’t take long,” he assures, gaze set on you and your daughter.

“I know.” Leaning over just enough, you steal a kiss, uncaring if Megan is standing right there. She don’t stop nothing when it comes to you and your man. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

[mihii-i]

hello! can I request headcanons of how Arlecchino would be as a parent with wife reader? like they have their own child that isn’t being trained to join the Fatui and Arle just gets to love and raise the child with reader (preferably the child being a daughter but it’s up to you <3 )

parent arlecchino hcs

Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, established marriage, CHILDREN MUAHAHAHSHSH, um idk what else to put, pure fluff, her wife/reader being absolutely concerned for this woman, but it’s ok bc it’s cute and she loves her, eating the nearest route on the highway, ok that’s enough “content warnings” I hope.

A/N: wait this is so cute omg I love the idea of arlecchino having her own child that’s not part of the fatui 🕯️

Oh my god bro Arlecchino would be so ridiculously sweet and gentle with her daughter it’s actually insane.

She cares about the members of the House of the Hearth obviously, so the affection she shows her own child with you is immeasurable.

Arlecchino would be way more protective over her, considering that this child of hers isn’t trained to kill or go on missions, and just meant to live a normal life. She really wants to protect her child’s innocence and peaceful lifestyle no matter what.

While you two took care of your daughter, Arle would definitely do the thing where she picks her up and spins her in the air.

She enjoys it, but her resting bitch face makes it hard to tell-

Lowkey I feel like she would hilariously have her daughter held in one arm while answering the door to Lyney, and tell him to go on another mission while shielding the child in her encircled arm.

And Lyney would just stare wondering if that’s really the fourth Fatui harbinger, who’s currently hugging a child protectively.

She finds it oddly comfortable to come home to her wife and daughter at home, having both you and your kid in her arms as the three of you would spend time like a normal family.

Although she may not show it, Arlecchino gets kind of emotional over this. She wasn’t accustomed to coming home to just pure peace and tranquility rather than never ending business and violence. It was nice.

Subtly, if you have to go out for something, or if either of you have a responsibility to share, she ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS, tries to make some sort of excuse to stay home with your daughter.

She never outright says it, but she always has a convinient ploy of reasons as to why she should stay home that day.

Most of the time, she uses the excuse that she wants you to have a break from the kid.

“Hey Arle can you-“ “No worries, I’ll take care of her today so that you’ll have some weight taken off your shoulders.”

You see right through her, but who cares it’s adorable.

When your daughter gets a bit older, Arlecchino initially lies to her whenever she goes out on missions. At first, she’d vaguely state that it was just “business that she needed to take care of,” and then come home covered in blood.

She definitely lied saying it was ketchup once.

Of course she isn’t able to hide it forever, but your child understands since that is her father after all.

Omg off topic but this woman would definitely let y’all’s daughter step on her back cause she thinks it’s funny, Arle won’t be fazed even a bit cause obviously this woman has some ridiculous muscle.

Arlecchino would even let her do her lipstick sometimes, no matter how sloppy it turns out.

Once she removed it and redid her lipstick before going out, and your daughter wasn’t happy at all 😭

So from then on she always kept it on even if she looks like a clown.

She’d have to stare daggers at her fatui children laughing at the oh so intimidating woman who was feared going out with lipstick smeared up her cheek.

This is so cute I love domestic parent arle ‼️

A/N: OMG BRO AT FIRST I DIDNT HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR TJIS BUT I ENDED UP EVAPORATING MIDWAY AND GOT A TON SO I FINISHED WITH IT BEINT FAIRLY LONG hope u like it <333

[borathae]

“You and your friends celebrate girl’s night at the penthouse. This however, isn’t an excuse for Jungkook not to receive his welcome home kisses. You won’t complain, he’s your cutie after all.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, casual BDSM

Warnings: just girlies being best friends <3, they talk very freely about kink, she shows off her playroom, mentions of sex work & BDSM events, mommy kink, Kookie being her cute Bunnybaby <3

Wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i reread the caravan chapter of aaol and in it, Koo mentions that she can bring her girl friends over for girl's night whenever she wants to. so i wrote something about that feat. Koo being a cutie. have fun besties 🤎

You had your girls over tonight. It has been ages since you last saw them and it couldn’t be any more exciting to have them stay at your place. You call it your Paradis Girls’ Sleepover. Hyejin brings the snacks, Byulyi the drinks, Yongsun is responsible for the face masks and Wheein brings candles. You offer them your guestrooms to sleep in, comfy pajamas to wear and fluffy socks to show off. 

The sleepover started at four. Hyejin and Wheein were the first to arrive. Like always. Yongsun was next and Byulyi came last. You all greeted each other with happy squeals and tight hugs, falling into excited conversation instantly. Your voices overlapped, everyone had something to tell and unsurprisingly, nobody was heard. You giggled about it and then agreed on taking turns telling your stories. 

Yongsun and her now-fiancé are currently trying for a baby and are moving apartments. She stopped working at Paradis four months ago. You knew of the last fact of course because you and the others were her emotional support cheerleader in the group chat during the process. She doesn’t miss the work and says that sex with her partner feels so much better all of a sudden. 

“That’s what I’m always saying. Sex hits so good when you’re only doing it with your love”, you say, snacking on some salted pretzels.

“Yeah I agree, it hits hard. You’re especially lucky though. Kook’s kinky as fuck”, Yongsun says as she sips on her makgeolli.

“Is Shiwon vanilla?” Wheein asks, “that’s news to me.”

“Oh hell no, not vanilla. Just not as kinky as Kook. You guys have a playroom. That’s so hot.”

“Oh, yes right!” you exclaim, clapping into your hands, “Yongsun, do you still wanna tell us more? Because I just remembered that we redid the toy shelves and you didn’t even see them yet.”

“Okay slay. Please show us”, Hyejin says, “unless you still want to talk, Yongsun. We don’t wanna cut your time short.”

“No, I can still talk during the house tour. I need to see the new shelves.” 

“Slay. Let’s do that”, Hyejin says and gets up from the couch.

You and the other girls follow. 

“Did you realise that you’ve started saying slay all the time?” Byulyi asks.

“Yes god so annoying”, Hyejin groans, “I’m watching this streamer and she keeps saying slay all the time. I can’t stop doing it because of her. Last night, I literally told one of my customers slay after we finished”, she whines, making your little group chuckle. 

“Did he say something?”

“Yeah, he asked me what it meant and I had to explain to him. He said that he didn’t get it and then left. Weirdo, it’s not like he wanted to lick cheese sauce outta my belly button before that.”

Wheein cracks up, you and the others laugh as well. You can clearly imagine how weird that customer was. You had so many of those during your time at Paradis.

You chat about the streamer on the way to the playroom. Hyejin tells you that she really likes her streams and that she always watches them in the evening during dinner and her night routine. She then proceeded to gush about this new rice water moisturiser she is trying, which in return made Byulyi think of how she got a new favourite brand of rice. Conversation shifted to Byulyi and her favourite brand of rice and how she thought of so many recipes already. Wheein asked for them and Byulyi gladly shared them. 

You keep the door to the playroom open, turning on the lights.

Your girls gasp and coo in unison, looking around the playroom with sparkling eyes.

“This won’t ever lose its spark”, Yongsun gushes, “it’s so hot. Seriously I’m getting all wet just being here.”

“Totally understand you”, Wheein agrees. 

“Wait till you see the upgraded toy drawers. That’ll make your clits throb”, you tell them, leading them to the drawers with a happy skip in your steps. 

The ladies follow you happily, looking left and right to really take in everything.

“Is that swing new?”Hyejin asks.

“Mhm? That?” you look at the black leather sex swing, “I think you girls haven’t seen it yet, but we’ve had it for like seven months.”

“Slay. Did you use it already?”

“What do you think?” you say and grin mischievously.

“Huge slay.”

Byulyi laughs because of Hyejin, patting her back sisterly. 

“It’s sturdy. Also it gives me a good grip on Kook. I can really go to town on him when he’s in there”, you say.

“I can imagine”, Yongsun says, “pegging in a swing just hits so much harder”

“Yeah definitely”, Wheein agrees.

You nod your head and turn to the drawers, “now look at those drawers.”

You and your girls gather in front of them as you open them and reveal your vibrator collection to them. 

“Woow so cool”, they gasp. 

“Right? Right? Check out the lighting in there. Helloo? We have drawer lights”, you gush, waving your hands around in the drawer.

“That’s genuinely so fucking cool. And the pillowing too. It makes the toys look so expensive”, Byulyi gushes, poking her finger into the velvety pillowing.

“And now check this out”, you say, pushing the drawer closed. It slides closed carefully, slowing down on the last few inches before closing silently, “they have a fucking automatic break in them. Remember the stupid ass drawers in Room 14?”

“They are still getting stuck each time you close them. Trust me, I’m still struggling”, Wheein says.

“I know right. God”, you groan and open the drawer again just to show off its closing mechanism to them, “look at how smooth that is.”

“This is so cool, seriously. Now stop closing the damn drawers I wanna see the collection”, Byulyi says, making you laugh.

“Okay, okay fine. A girl can’t do anything here”, you joke.

Byulyi chuckles deeply, looking into the drawer with a lopsided smirk on her lips.

And so you show them your new toys and give them a few details about how it is to play with them. You show them your pegging dildo collection and Wheein asks about Jungkook’s progress, which you proudly show them. They react in coos and honest praise and you felt so proud of your husband. There is no better feeling in the world than being able to show off with him.

And there are also no better people to do it to than your friends. You share everything about your sex lives. No topic, kink or fetish is taboo. Conversations about them are normal to you and them and part of the bond you share. You honestly think that if you suddenly stopped being so open with each other, the friendship would feel weird. Sex was what brought you five together, it is what you first bonded over as you had to talk shit about weird customers and even now, when two of your little group stopped working at the club, sex will still be a topic keeping you together. After all, there are many kink events where the five of you and your partners go to together. The shared love for kink and fetish is just part of your identities and a big reason why you loved to be friends.

It is obvious how normal kink conversations are in your friendship, when in the middle of you showing off the sturdiness of your flogging post, Byulyi begins talking about her rice again and you all exchange recipes. 

By the time the clock showed eight, Jungkook comes home from work. You and your girls were back in the living room again, but still haven’t started the movie you actually wanted to watch. Conversation was just too good to interrupt it with movies.

Jungkook is a welcome interruption however. You look at the elevator until its doors open and reveal Jungkook in his business attire.

“Hey there!”

“Yuhuu!”

“Welcome home, Kook!” 

“Helloo!”

Your girls greet your husband happily, giving him enthusiastic waves.

His eyes light up instantly.

“Hey there, girls”, he greets them, stepping out of the elevator, “hey, my love”. he tells you.

“Hey, Bunny. How was work?”

“Okay. I’ll just quickly take off my outside clothes and then I’ll be with you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jungkook disappears in the dressing room for a moment. 

“He worked later today, didn’t he?”

“No, he went for dinner with a friend. I told him to take his time. I’m surprised he’s home already.”

Jungkook reappears again, making his way to you. He looks so handsome in his grey suit that you can’t stop making heart eyes at him.

“___ says that you went for dinner with a friend?” Wheein asks him.

“Yeah, Tae. We had pork ribs. It was so yummy and I ate way too much. My pants are uncomfy now”, he says, tugging on the hem of them to give his tummy a well-deserved break, “I had to drive home with my pants undone”, he says and makes you laugh.

“I understand you so well”, Wheein says, “it’s kinda nice too though. I like being so full with food ‘cause it means that the food was yummy.”

“Yeah definitely.”

“So why are you home already?” Hyejin asks. 

“Actually, funny story. Tae had to hurry home because his daughter suddenly got explosive diarrhea and his wife begged him to help her with it.”

“Eew really?”

“Yeah”, Jungkook laughs, “apparently it went all over the walls?”

“Eeew that’s so nasty eeww”, Hyejin says jokingly, “you sure you wanna get knocked up, unnie?” she teases Yongsun. 

“Haha, very funny.”

“You and Shiwon are trying for a baby?” Jungkook asks.

“Yup, at least we’re trying for one. I can’t say that I’m hating the process.” 

Jungkook laughs, “I can imagine.”

He finally reaches the couch, scanning his eyes over the snacks and drinks.

“Don’t look at the drinks”, Byulyi says, covering the glasses of makgeolli with her hands. 

Jungkook chuckles, “it’s fine. I don’t mind looking at alcohol. You girls enjoy”, he says and closes in on you.

He gets on your lap and hugs you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You hug him back instantly, smiling dreamily.

“Hey, Mommy”, he says. 

“Hey there, Bunny.”

“How was your day?” 

“Good. And yours?”

“Okay. I had too many meetings”, he huffs out air, “so annoying.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry Bunnybaby. But you did it, I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mommy”, he giggles happily, “I thought of you during the meetings.”

“You did?”

He nods his head and lifts it so he gazes into your eyes.

“I also have to fly to Shanghai for two nights. I gotta meet with a few business partners”, he says and pouts.

“When are you leaving?”

“Wednesday. I should be home by Friday night again”, he sacks his shoulders, “I’m sorry. I know this is really last-minute, but I only learned about it today.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know”, you assure him and squeeze his dainty waist, “gosh Bunny, I’ll miss you so much. Like damn.”

“I know. Me too, Mommy”, he whines and hugs you tightly, “we gotta call each night.”

“Of course we gotta”, you say, making him giggle and lift his head so he could look at you again.

He caresses the sides of your neck, scrunching his nose cutely.

“You’re so pretty, Mommy."

“Mhm, Bunny you’re so cute. Come closer and let Mommy have her kisses.”

Jungkook leans in gladly, kissing you deeply and with his hips squirming on your lap unapologetically. You and he only act this way in front of your girls. No one else in your lives, not even family, knows this side of you. There would simply be too many awkward follow up questions and quite frankly, it was more comfortable to keep this part of your relationship private. But not in front of your girls. They know you for who you truly are. Jungkook was shy about it at first, because he never experienced sharing his kinks with people before. But once he realised that he won’t find judgment with your friends – and he visited enough kink events with you and your friends to know they are just as kinky as you – he began opening up more and more. These days, he is not ashamed of acting like Mommy’s best Bunny in front of them and he is most definitely not ashamed to show how much he likes your kisses. Everyone should know that he is Mommy’s happy Bunny when he gets your kisses.

You break the kiss because you didn’t want it to deepen too much. Jungkook will get horny again and you can’t be with him for at least a few more hours. 

He smiles at you, licking his lips afterwards. You retort the smile, squeezing his hips.

“That was nice”, he says.

“Yeah, it was so nice.”

“I think I’ll go to my room then. I bet you girls have so much to talk about”, he says, looking at the others.

“It’s okay. We don’t mind the distraction”, Byulyi assures him.

“We saw the size you can take these days. That’s impressive”, Wheein adds.

Jungkook’s face is beet red in an instant. He gawks at you with big eyes.

“You showed them?”

“Of course I did. I gotta show off with my Bunny.”

Jungkook blushes even harder, hiding his face in his own hands as cute giggles leave him.

“Mommy, you’re so mean. Don’t show off with that”, he whines, making you and your girls chuckle fondly.

“Mhm no. I’ll keep showing off with my Bunny.”

“God”, he falls against you, hugging you tightly as he giggles, “this is so embarrassing. You’re so mean, Mommy.”

“Sorry Bunny. You know that I’m proud of you, yeah?” you say, patting his butt gently.

“Yeah, I guess. Hmpf so mean”, he says and straightens up. You give him a little smooch on his cheek and then it is already time for Jungkook to get up from your lap. 

He looks at the snacks.

“Mhm snackies. Don’t mind me stealing some”, he says and grabs a handful of salted pretzels. He snacks on them as he leaves the living room, chewing happily, “will you girls stay the night?”

“Yup, we wanna watch a movie later.”

“Uuh movie. Which one?”

“Hereditary.”

“Isn’t that the movie with the car scene?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook cringes, “well good luck to you girls. ___ showed me the scene and I’m still traumatized”, he says, making your little group laugh.

“Thanks Kook.” 

“I’ll be in the gym if you need me. I gotta work off the calories I ate. Mhm those are good pretzels. Damn”, he says and officially disappears out of sight. 

You release a dreamy sigh.

“He’s so perfect, you guys. I’m so lucky”, you gush. 

“Wah she’s so in love”, Hyejin teases lovingly, making you chuckle.

“I am. It’s getting stronger each day”, you say proudly, sighing adoringly.