#marriage

[animentality]

[frontmansdefender]

fuck yeah !!!!!!!!!

[crimson-femme]

1950s Butch-Femme wedding, seen in Before Stonewall (1984)

[fragile-things-archive]

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

[snowylaces]

you’re pregnant but simonriley insists you still get your needs met?

“sit, mama, sit the fuck down.” simons gruffy voice rings out from behind you. six months pregnant and you’re big. doesn’t help that your daughters daddy is 6’2 and built like a tank while you’re slightly thick and way shorter.

you weren’t insecure on the baby weight or anything, but the thought of sitting on your husbands face and suffocating him at your size? a big no. “si im scared .. don’t wanna hurt you.”

he scoffs, biting at you inner thigh to make you yelp and bounce. his hands reached up to rub your swollen stomach. “you’re not gonna hurt me, sit on my face baby.” you don’t give in, your hormones making you stubborn and determined to be right for the past six months.

“five, four .. fuck it.” he grabs you and hauls you onto his face. you gasp, can’t help but moaning feeling his pointy noise rub against your swollen bud while his tongue laps through your wet folds.

you squirm desperately, trying to get off or get more? you didn’t know, at one point you feel yourself start to doze off at the feeling of your pussy get wet with your husbands saliva and your own juices. you wanted him to impregnate you again, immediately.

he squeezes your plump ass while eating you like his last meal. hands rubbing up everywhere as he praises you while muffled between your legs. you weren’t a fast comer, but God did his tongue move in waves through you making that tsunami come easy.

“si-umgh .. si i cant.” you grind in rhythm to his tongue. as you feel his grin against you, another poke comes through and the next second, two thick fingers are plunged into you.

“cum all over my mouth .. good girl.” his mouth and stubble is covered in your juices, his tongue lapping over and over to clean every spot of you squeaky clean.

you lift your hips shakily, moving down to sit on his lap as you watching him lick around his lips desperately, his tongue not long enough to get a drop left on his chin before he gives up and swipes it along his finger to suck.

“good time, aye?” he rubbed your stomach, eyes warm looking between it and you. you nod lazily, putting your head on his chest as you curl up.

if you knew it’d be that good you would’ve sat down a long time ago.

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another one, hope you like !!

reminder any interactions help authors sm 🥹

[prokopetz]

Playing a tabletop RPG where being married is mechanically represented as a persistent status condition and the evil wizard trying to dispel your party's buffs accidentally gives you a divorce.

[bllkho]

the moments sae itoshi realised he wanted to make you his wife ✧

1. the pictures of you he finds in his camera roll

sae is scrolling through his photo albums. he needs to delete some photos to free some storage on his phone.

it's only then when he realises there are so many photos of you. your head is currently laid in his lap, your eyes closed, probably taking a short nap.

he continues scrolling, seeing your smile in every photo. he also realises he subconsciously takes candid photos of you. photos where your smile is blurry, but still beautiful as ever. photos with your back faced to the camera, the sun setting in the background.

sae just keeps scrolling through the photos, an odd feeling suddenly making his heart throb in a good way. you're everywhere. in every row of his camera roll.

he doesn't delete any photos of you. he just keeps them in a folder. he puts down his phone, fingers brushing some strands of hair out of your face. you let out a soft sound, which makes him smile.

he can imagine the rest of his life with you, having more pictures of you filling up his camera roll.

2. after all the dates you've been on, he still feels nervous sometimes

every two weeks or so, sae brings you out to dinner for a date. he's getting ready when he feels his heart beating faster.

the only times when his heartbeat is irregular is when he's one, playing soccer, or two, anything involving you.

he finishes buttoning up his shirt, smoothing down any creases he finds on the fabric.

you walk out of the bathroom, putting on a necklace he gave you for one of your birthdays. he watches you walk towards him, wearing a dress that hugs your body just right.

earlier, he gave you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, which is now sitting in the middle of the dining table.

"are you ready?" he holds his arm out, ready for you to grab it like usual.

you smile and wrap your fingers around his bicep, squeezing it teasingly.

"let's go."

sae brings you to a nice restaurant with a lakeside view. he pulls out your seat for you, giving you a small, rare smile.

you're seated right next to the window, where the moonlight shines on the lake, showcasing the small ripples in the water.

every date feels like the first. the air is buzzing with love, happiness and nerves.

you have a small conversation about some things that have happened when he was away at soccer trainings before ordering what you want.

while eating dinner, sae tucks your hair behind your ear, keeping it out of the way while you eat.

he notices the way the candlelight in the middle of the table highlights your soft features. he pauses for a second as he chews to look at you, his gaze softening.

you catch his eye, and he keeps staring at you before you look away, feeling a flush creeping up your neck.

after finishing your dinner, he pays like he does every time even when you insist on paying for once. he always says something along the lines of:

"you don't owe me anything."

he takes you through a small path outside, holding your hand with a firm but gentle grip. he leads you to the dock to watch the stars, his jacket perched on your shoulders.

his arm is wrapped around your waist as you take photos, an awestruck expression on your face.

he barely looks at the stars and only looks at you, watching the way you smile at the night sky.

sae knows he could do this forever and not get tired.

3. mornings with you

sae hears the kettle whistling when he wakes up. his eyes are sore, rolling over to find you're not in your spot. he grumbles when your side of the bed is cold.

he lifts his head up to look at the clock, reading 7:30.

damn.

he slept for one more hour than usual.

he yawns and stretches, slipping out of bed. his feet manage to carry him to the ensuite where he splashes his face with water.

he's wondering why you didn't wake him up. but he was doing nothing today.

you're in the kitchen, plating up his breakfast which is something that is full of protein and helps energise.

you put the plate at his spot on the table, along with a mug of black coffee at the side.

his breakfast has been set out nicely as he walks out, seeing you busy yourself away in the kitchen.

he yawns again, hearing your soft humming flow throughout the house.

he waits for you to be at the table before he starts to eat. during breakfast he murmurs a soft thank you and your smile after just makes his heart melt.

after breakfast he helps wash the dishes. your arms are wrapped around his waist and your cheek is pressed against your back, feeling his warmth.

today is just one of those days where you already feel lazy, so you cling to him like a koala.

you give him a small kiss on the lips after he finishes cleaning, which he reciprocates almost instantly.

your routines just flow together perfectly.

sae enjoys this.

he wants to keep doing this.

4. movie night

sae comes home, absolutely exhausted from training. he turns on the foyer light to put his shoes away in the right spot when he sees you curled up on the couch, nestled under one of the many blankets you own.

you give him a smile, your eyes shining with expectance as the tv is lit up with the home page of your shared netflix account.

he sighs, holds up two fingers to tell you to give him two minutes to not smell like sweat.

he rinses himself off quickly and gets dressed in sweatpants and nothing else, heading to the living room. you've already selected a random movie.

he lifts the blanket up from your lap before plopping his head on top instead, his body laid to the left of you.

your fingers thread through his hair on instinct, the movie starting to play its opening scene.

during the movie, sae couldn't count the number of times he was about to fall asleep in your lap. he was burnt out from training, but he just wanted to be here with you.

your fingers just felt so good against his head, the soft massages made his eyes half-lidded.

the movie finally ended, but sae was already asleep, breathing softly against your thighs.

you smiled, rearranging yourself so that you two were in a more comfortable sleeping position - side by side on the couch.

luckily, the couch was big enough to fit both of you.

the next morning, sae woke up first, finding you sleeping right beside him. your hair was slightly dishevelled, but you still looked amazing to sae.

he mumbled something incoherent but ended up falling asleep again, this time with his arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

his brain was half working, because truly he meant to say:

"i love you."

5. the beach walk at sunset

you both went on a mini holiday to a coastal area. it was nice staying in a suite by the beach.

on the last day of the holiday, sae took you out to walk along the beach. the sun was setting, the sky filled with orange, pink and yellow.

it was beautiful.

you were beautiful.

as you walked along the beach, the breeze flowed through your hair gently. seagulls squawked from above and the sea lapped against the shore time after time.

sae's hand was intertwined with yours, his thumb stroking against yours a little. it just felt so surreal.

he stopped breathing as he admired you.

sae loves you.

he loves you so much to the point where he would sacrifice anything for you.

yes, even soccer.

the walk was slow, but his heart was racing.

his grip on your hand tightened, but you didn't mind.

your head tilted against his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

white would look good on you, sae thought, but never said out loud.

sae felt good to be by your side.

he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. wanted to spend it until you both grew old. he just wanted to spend eternity with you.

there wasn't anyone else in the world he could ask for.

he just wanted you.

a/n: listened to understand by keshi and got so emotional 💔 pt 2 where he proposes may be coming hehe