#WE MARRIED

[beanghostprincess]

i want!!! sanji!!!!!! in a blue dress!!!!!!!!! is that so much to ask for!!!!?? a girl has needs and those needs are my transfem wife in a pretty dress and kicking men wearing high heels

[fentibeauty]

my woman looking good as fock, as always🫦🫦

[heartfullofleeches]

Yes liu and alien first absolutely

can we hold hands anon

[grave-farewell]

not to be stardewposting again but

Elliott can't fucking say this shit when I'm dressed like THIS

What made him see me leave the house and kiss him looking like THIS

WITH THE JINGLING BOOTS. and decided "Yes, his courting plumage is immaculate. I must bed him immediately."

[soaked-doors]

voulez-vous, take it now or leave it

[kendyroy]

they’re married with kids. it’s confirmed yall

[shipperneko]

We’re on a date :,>

Shigaraki's having family dinner <3

[bruciemilf]

We all know how flustered Battinson would be as a first time dad, but can you imagine him when half the rogue roster AND JL members come to them after Jason gets adopted?

Naturally, they assume he’s Bruce’s biological kid. And chaoes quickly comes knocking.

Harvey is VERY ready to be a dad. Too ready. “Don’t even worry about it, even if we’ve had our problem, OBVIOUSLY I’m the father, and I’ll be there every step of the way.”

“What.”

“There’s no need to hide the truth, Bruce, I’m not mad. I’ll be the best dad I can be. I won’t even let Two Face show him how to shoot a gun.”

“I already know how to do that :D”

“WHAT?”

“What did I tell ya?” The seamless switch is blink-and you miss it, but not for Bruce’s sharp eyes. TF just grins, switchblade sharp, ruffling at Jason’s hair, “That IS my boy.”

Clark sheepishly approaching Bruce one day, sitting down at the JL cafeteria table. His handsome face fashioned a bare earnestness which only confuses Bruce MORE.

“Hey. So, we should probably talk about Jason, right?”

“What.”

“I’m really sorry if I did something that made you feel like you couldn’t tell me. But I’m ready to step up. So when should I move in?”

“We haven’t slept together, Clark.”

“Bruce, I think I’d know my kid when I saw him.”

Hal can’t take this anymore. “HE’S A MAN?” He pauses, “Also, why am I not questioned? I could be the baby daddy! I could SO be the baby daddy!”

“Go away, Hal.”

“Yeah ok.”

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#The Strict Parent vs. The Easy Going Parent

[waddiwasu-sonic]

What can I say, I'm a sucker for domesticity, didya guess? Pfft, that's like... BASICALLY 99% OF MY ART Anyway reminder I'm way more active on my twitter! mwuah~

[billiesmainchick]

scream 4-5 Sidney is so mommy

pajama party, s.p

pairings: sidney prescott x fem!reader, jill roberts x platonic!reader, kirby reed x platonic!reader, olivia morris x platonic!reader

!warnings!: smut, age gap(sidney is 32, reader is 18), we’re also pretending that ghost face isn’t happening, mommy kink, cursing, kinda shitty writing, not spell checked, let me know if i missed anything

plot: you recognized the voice as jill, the girl who’s cousin was fingering you while she was on the other side of the door

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when your phone buzzes all of the girls look away from the tv and to you as you pick it up. “it’s from my mom. how’s it going sweetie?.” the four of you then chuckle before you reply. after a few minutes you the four of you decided to change into your pajamas. first jill, then kirby, and olivia. finally you slung your backpack over your shoulder before making your way to the bathroom.

sliding your pajama shorts up your legs you don’t even notice when the door opens until you stand back up. you gasp covering your chest as you stare at the older woman with wide eyes. “sorry, sweetie, didn’t realize you were in here.” sidney says going to shut the door. “it’s alright.” you say in a slight whisper before the door shuts. quickly slipping on your tank top, you grab your bag and leave the bathroom.

you almost scream when you open the door and sidney is standing right outside it. there is no chance to catch your breath as your pushed into the bathroom. “sidney?” you question the older woman? she just shakes her head and presses you against the counter. “you’re so pretty.” her hand comes up to cup your cheek. “t-thank you.” it comes out in a whisper, your not even sure if she heard but, even if she did it didn’t matter. not when she presses her soft lips against yours, or when the hand that wasn’t cupping your face slipped down beneath the hem of your sleep shorts and panties.

“did you get my text earlier?” she questions pulling away from you. “yeah, I did.” you blush at the mention of photo she sent while you were watching a movie. “yeah, what’d you tell the girls?” her hand moves to rub circles on your clit. “that is was fr-from my mom.” you say trying not to let out moan. “good girl.” her lips are suddenly back on yours moving in pace that’s hard to keep up with.

you’ve had a crush on sidney since as long as you could remember, the memories go back to when she babysat the four of you. you were six and jill was five, and she came home from college, she brought a gift back for her little cousin, and one for you too. but this whole thing started a couple months ago at jill’s seventeenth birthday party, you had turned eighteen about a month before then and one thing led to another and you and sidney had slept together.

“fuck.” you breath out as she slips one of her fingers into your dripping hole. “sidney, please.” you moan out, before slapping your hand over your mouth. “what baby? why don’t you tell mommy what you want.” “want you, want you to fuck me, please.” you whisper through your hand. “please what, honey?” “please, mommy.” you whimper and she slips another finger into you. the older woman presses her lips against your, you melt into the kiss whimpering and letting out quiet moans against her lips. “that’s it baby, you’re being so good for mommy.” she whispers against your lips. “mommy, fuck, mommy.” she groans lowly when you clench around her fingers, “what baby? you gonna cum for mommy?” “please. please let me cum, mommy.” you whimper, kissing down her neck.

just when your about to let go a knock on the door interrupts the two of you. “y/n! what’s taking you so long. we went down and got snacks, hurry up.” you recognized the voice as jill, the girl who’s cousin was fingering you while she was on the other side of the door. “sorry, i-i’m coming.” you stutter while sidney continues to fuck you with her fingers. “yeah you are.” sidney whispers in your ear. “hurry up.” jill yells through the door before you hear the tell tale sound of her walking away and to her room. “cum, baby. let it all go for me.” sidney presses her lips back onto yours and you finally release yourself. “good girl.” she says pulling away, and removing her finger from your drenched cunt. “you did so good.” “thank you, mommy.”

the two of you fix yourselves in the mirror before she kisses you for final time before she gives your bag and the two of you walk out the bathroom. “why don’t you come to my room, after the girls fall asleep.” you nod, before going to jill’s room. she smiles as she slips into her room and you go into jill’s.

the second your in the room and the door shuts all the girl’s eyes are on you. “did you take a shit in my bathroom?”

[dearabsolutelynoone]

“…This Author refuses to believe that theirs is anything but a love match.” - LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS, 15 JUNE 1814

Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me (Bridgertons, #2)

[fakemichaelsheen]

-the bookshop-

aziraphale: *enters*

gabriel, smiling: hey, your spouse went to get coffee

aziraphale, nods: right. okay

aziraphale: ...

aziraphale, realises: what? crowley isn't my spouse

gabriel, chuckles: yeah, they are

aziraphale, insistent: no!

gabriel, matter-of-fact: well, you knew who I was talking about so *shrugs*

aziraphale, panicking: that- I don't- it's irrelevant

gabriel, mutters: you're irrelevant

aziraphale, folds his arms: for your information, crowley and I are above such basic human social conventions. what we have means so much more than that

gabriel, sighs wistfully: must be nice having a spouse

aziraphale, huffs: *walks off haughtily*

gabriel: :D

-later-

crowley, returning with coffee: angel?

gabriel, appears from behind a bookcase, continues dusting: your husband's in the back

crowley, heads to the back room: thanks

[okthisway]

Gale or Gortash 🤔 (source)

[ymbly]

anyways shout out to the older aromantics and asexuals yall under appreciated fr

[time-woods]

i fear im flying toclose to the sun again im losing the plot (mine and mugz's bills(