#wlw marriage

[lvrgirl-inc]

K.N.K.

pair. Melancholy Wife!Shoko Ieiri x f!reader

wc. 3.7k

genres. Wlw, house wife, wlw yearning, fluff, cūnnilingus, lotsss of tongue work, “bumping purses,” vïbrator, overstim(?), cûnt one-on-one.

Kisses ‘n Kunts Mlist

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Melancholy Wife!Shoko who had to be the most effortlessly elegant and mutely dazzling human you’d ever met. There were many nights where you wondered how exactly you landed such an encapsulating woman as your bride and who had you as hers.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who barely knows—or pretends to—the power she holds over the bundle of nerves and mischief that is you. She’d pass by innuendos easily and even if you’d point them out, she’d go along with the spiel until you were a flustered mess.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko whose influence doesn’t just stop at home or over you—no, it’s in public, too. And..evidently, in the bedroom as well. Being on top of everything outside the sheets only meant so much more for you when you got up under ‘em.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who is undoubtedly the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life. No wonder you put a ring on it because that tongue of hers is a work of art. Not only with the filth she whispers against your cunt as you’re already in tears from how long she’s been devouring your sweet cunt—but with how you’d memorized how it felt when she was spelling her name out.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who casually propositions you one morning over coffee. Her flawlessly flowing, acorn brown tresses loosely hanging down from the messy bun she had done up, a picture of perfection against the soft yellow glow of the golden hour.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who always gave you a, “You know me so well.” whenever she’d take that first sip of your pitch-perfect brew, catered to her liking. You’d grown to love it too. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who, despite being scolded has a cigarette lit between her lips, pulling it down through her index and middle. Her manicure closed up the newspaper that’d been sitting in her lap. At first, you thought it a bit odd to read the paper in the big ‘25, but her reasoning was that it was “easier to consume when tangible.”

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who looks at you with a soft smirk playing on her lips as she leaned in to brush her fingers over yours and lace them on the table. “Hey, baby, you think you want to..try somethin’ new tonight?” 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who just said four buzzer words all at once. Eyes lighting up a bit, you set your cup down onto the placemat, then taking her hand up in both of yours. Things like that were what got to her, making a slight widening of her eyes before softening them out.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who listens to what had to be one million and one “Yes”s from your mouth at the simple question. She gave a soft wry, standing up to place a light kiss on your forehead. A gentle squeeze of your hands and she was pulling back.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who takes both of your dishes into the sink, having long-since finished and simply chosen to revel in each other’s presence in the calm morning. Washing up the plates quickly, she set them down in the dish washer and stood up, lifting her arms up to stretch out tired and stiff muscles.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who doesn’t even notice your flush at the moan she’d made as a result of the tension leaving. Just turning back to you and pulling that same lazy smile. She then put out her cigarette in the sink, draining out the ash before she discarded the rest.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who knows you hate to see her go and absolutely live for watching her leave. Poor you, making it all the more harder for her to even head to Jujutsu High to stay cooped up in the morgue. The pout you pull as you see her tugging her white coat on, the look in your eyes as you see her slip her shoes onto her feet—sometimes even with whines for her to stay, in the worst of cases.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who provides a balm to your dramatized ailing by sharing a tender locking of lips with you at the door. Slow and heated, with her hands coming up to the sides of your neck as she prolongs each and every kiss of teeth, pull of your bottom lip, low moans of her own that she slipped in... 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who just can’t get enough of that whimper that you let off as you chase her when she finally pulls off, dragging a connection of saliva from both your kiss-swollen lips.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who delivers the final kiss to your forehead, tracing her nails languidly down your jawline before tilting your chin up to meet her gaze and holding you there. Gazing upon the sheer love-dumb look on your face, letting her eyes roam over your it and subconsciously dragging her teeth across the bottom of her own lip. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who purrs out, “See you later, gorgeous. Be ready for me when I get home, m’kay? Promise I’ll make it worth your wait.” taking your hand prior to letting her fingers slowly catch on yours, only to trail into a sever. All ending with her unlocking and sliding out the chain to pull back the door and sleuth through the space there. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who you watched from the window, looking exaggeratingly longing as you both waved goodbye—only hers coming from her car pane. And like that, your wife was off to face the the cruelty of a nine to five that kept her away from her home. Not the structure but you. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko whose shift cannot possibly drag on any longer. Leaving you absolutely reeling during your stay-at-home day. Every day was your stay-at-home day, seeing as you worked from home most times and mostly just tended to sanitation duties. Most of the cooking went to Shoko, though. Her culinary skills were out of this world. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who you’ve been up waiting for a bit longer than you would’ve liked. Not really since you’d wait days, nights, weeks, months or years to hear her say that sleepy “I’m home” that made your heart dash and your stomach become a butterfly cage.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who winds up getting home soon after you were getting ready to head to bed. Showered, primped, pressed, and dripping from head to toe as you emerged from your shared bathroom—you finally heard her. That same hum of arrival announcement that you’d started to think you’d never hear again. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who doesn’t show up empty-handed, a medium-sized black bag with a striped pink interior rustling underneath her elbow as she moved to slide her shoes off. Turning her head up to see you, all drowsy and leaning against your room’s doorframe. Wrapped up in that soft cottony towel, the picture of perfection she was dumbfounded was hers each time. The best and most quiet “Welcome home” she has the privilege of having.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who holds her arms open for wet feet to barrel her way and crash into her. A tight embrace, her arms immediately snaking around your waist as she whispers “I missed you all day, princess..” painted between your teeth and tongue in the kiss she really wanted to give you in the morning.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who you had basically been leaning on, soaking up every taste of her in your mouth as your arms came over her shoulders. Holding onto her like she’d leave out of the door again, breathily sliding in your own “Missed you s’much, baby, so, so much..” once you both reluctantly retracted your faces just enough to stare into one another.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who notices your gaze flickering down to the bag amid all of your lovey dovey banter and the casual check-in questions. Seeking to soothe your confusion, she quickly got rid of the paper filling and revealed to you the “something new” she’d been wanting to try with you.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who wished she could photograph the exact shade of red your face fell into when you’d gotten a look of the contents: Not one but two decent lengths of black, silky cloth, draped over a pair of bullet vibrators so neatly assorted in their packaging.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who’s breath you felt washing over the side of your cheek, kissing back until she reached your ear. “Are you ready for me? Let me stay true to my word, dearest.” in that sultry note that made your legs go weak as you fell into her a bit more than you already were.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who didn’t even expect what you had to say next when you peered your head up, resting it comfortably in the cleft of her clothed breasts. “I’m ready to take..anything you have to give me. You’re always true to your word.” in a tone all-too sincere for your usually stoic wife to ignore any longer. She needed you, and she needed you bad.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who’s kept most of your sex life relatively vanilla—only really dipping into the world of S&M tonight with those cloths that you quickly found out the use for.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who, after making out with you down to both hugging panty sets, had finally been behind you, securing the blindfold over your pretty eyes. The biggest shame about this entire experiment was not being able to see those expressive eyes when she started plucking all your right chords. How they roll when her fingers curl up into your G like they were made to, how they shut so tightly when you finally came undone..what a shame indeed.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who was still sulking over the fact and yet she could already sense the excess tension in your shoulders once your vision was obstructed initially. Pressing forward, letting you shiver at the feel of her hardened nubs brushing up against your shoulder blades—Shoko tucked your hair behind your ear enough to smile next to it. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who didn’t know the half of how you were already on edge with just one of five senses taken away. Relying on touch, sound, feeling rather than just seeing your pretty wife as she whispers into your ear, “You’re so tense..you’re almost as nervous as you were the first time we..” 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who’s cut off by not your words, but the lack of them and the gain of the prettiest little whine of her name as your dipped your cheekbone onto your shoulder to chase away. Not from her but the feeling she’d given you with just her voice alone.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who only really got the hint when she noticed how your thighs were pressed so tightly together, the shift they’d made when she had asked her—mostly—innocent question. “Don’t..please don’t tease me, Sho..” and oh, she might’ve just fallen for you all over again. And how could she ever deny such a pretty girl what she asked so sweetly requested?

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who didn’t even bother to strip your panties aside when she finally got down to her dinner for the night. God, with you spread out under her like this—that pretty blindfold sat over your little expressive eyes, soft, plump thighs pushed back by her slightly sharpened manicure—it was like asking Eve not to bite the apple upon starvation.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who has always had such a nasty habit of cunt one-on-one time. Meaning with yours, that is. After kissing from your tits, nipples and areolas already covered in her love bites as she trailed the kiss further down, murmuring strings of praise along her way. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who pours out little, “Gorgeous”s and “Divine”s, not even having gotten to your clit yet, just admiring the good expanse of your body with her magical hands. Leaving you shuddering on every breath, mewling out her name into what you saw as…nothing, given the accommodations. She adored each moment of your needy pleas for her to do something other than drive you mad with want.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who you think couldn’t possibly get any crueler. Even with a long day of highly mutual yearning for one another, here she was, still taking her nectary time. Your voice came out more when she swiped a simple, slow blow of air over your sopping pussy, watching it clench and undo so around absolutely nothing. Finding the reaction gold—not only from her girl, but her wife—she did the same on your clit, garnering an even stronger reaction.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who listens to a frustrated huff winds up puffing out of your wetted lips, still feeling a bit awkward just squirming under your wife as she gawks at all of you, fully. who only caved to your ongoing whining when she was ready. “Always complainin’ aren’t ya, sweetheart?” she’d asked out into the air, making your embarrassment fold in two.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who has just the fix for that which included her mouth finally making contact with your cunt in one lick into you that makes you gasp before your fingers are situated on the sheets. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who’s just such a good eater, being so nice as to collect whatever her pretty pussy has to give with her tongue, just before the length of it was inside you. Making vortexes that you can feel and oh you’re just a mess.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who couldn’t properly choose which was turning her on more. Whether it be you, head tossing left and right, craning back here and there with full-body keens that landed you right back situated at angle that was just too perfect or how your sodden folds were basically crying for her. God, don’t forget about your mouth, honey.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who’s always been one to get into it, moaning against your cunt, speaking into it, speaking to her as she eats you out like a goddess. “Y’taste soo fuckin’ good, baby,” riddled with whines of her own that fall out before she’s spitting a glob of spit down onto your clit and latching her mouth to it, just to clean up the mess. “Always suuuch a mess..alll for me..”

Melancholy Wife!Shoko whose hands come to properly pushing your thighs back as she munches down on your pussy, nibbling, giving long licks into your sweet core, lapping it up like she was an apostle tasting wine from The Last Supper. Making the echoing effect of your cunt ring out against the walls. You on the other hand were doing much of the same, mewling helplessly above her with your head and shoulders smothering and squirming against the plush pillow. Oh, you just couldn’t take it. The lack of senses, how she was reaching deeper with her downright unfair tongue work, your thighs starting to clamp up around her head—you were already right there.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who barely makes out the simpering, “Sho..~ ‘m close,” that you managed as you were gasping for breath. And you felt her smile against your pussy. One of her hands switching both of yours to the other, coming down to pull up to your clit, grazing her with gentle nips and licks. Leaving room for the now-free to rub along your dripping gape before smoothly dipping two of her slender fingers inside you.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who probably engrained the sound that drew from you into several different categories in her head, possibly dozens when the pads of her middle and ring brushed along that gummy spot inside you. “Mhmm, c’mon, pretty girl..~ You can do it for me, riiight?” she purred against your cunt, feeling how your walls were clamping down on her two digits for dear life whilst your hips were bucking against her eager tongue just to seek more of that friction that would allow you to pass over that blade’s edge. “Yeahhh, yeah you can, oh you’re just doing so well for me, aren’t you, honey..?” dipping her head back down to your quivering cunt and speaking more filth there.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who, after having enough of keeping you all strung up in your own blindly-led pleasure, decided to start slicking her fingers in and out of you at a moderate pace, mouth completely attached to your clit now as your own digits raced to tangle through her lengthy acorn tresses. Scratching at her scalp a bit as your back made that keen you knew wouldn’t be going down anytime soon. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who’s not surprised when she finally feels that little string that was being pulled right under your tummy snaps and allows you to tumble over the edge with toes curls and legs stiff. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who listens and responds to each of your desperate pleads for unknowns and airy ‘thank you’s with faux sympathy, seeing how enticingly your neck is craned as you ride out your orgasm on her tongue. “Theree she iss..~ Uhuhh, good girlll,” purred against your sobbing cunt as she lets her fingers slip out after coaxing you further into your slack-jawed comedown. 

Melancholy Wife!Shoko whose tongue you were too focused on to realize the shuffling you heard beside you. Though, in your open-mouthed panting fit, hips coming to rest back down on the soft silk of the sheets, with a pitching sigh. Lazily rolling your hips on her tongue as your thighs gave their last few tenses and relaxes, you heard a small click! and next thing you knew it was an incessant, low hum.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who gives one teasing suck on your syrupy nub trailing the source of the vibration along your side. Shivering beneath her, you felt as she came to look over your debauched and hazy state. She could get off on this alone. Just watching how fucking good she made you feel. It was comforting, in a sense. You both knew that it was her and only her who could reduce you to such a state. Melancholy Wife!Shoko who noticed the way your hands searched her hips, hooking your thumbs into the waistband over her gorgeous lace and tugging it down with her assistance. By now, she’d leaned into you properly, softly pressing her breasts up against your face as her thighs situated amid yours.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who heard the hitch in your voice, followed by the sickeningly sweet whine that always caused her such a shudder whenever her cunt came to kiss yours with slow undulations of her hips.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who had now been nipping at your jawline, coming up to the corner of your mouth before licking her way inside. Meanwhile, the buzzing had steadily drifted from your side, to the crest of where your ribs ended, sliding down your navel until finally becoming stagnant on your overstimulated clit.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who created a friction between the slippery connection of your sopping slits, using the excess vibrations from the pretty pink toy to drive you mad.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who finds the transition from your exhausted and post-orgasmic breaths directly into little whimpers of “Too much,”s and “I just came,”s that got muted on her tongue as she swallowed down your worries.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko whose hand—that wasn’t making your thighs shake by holding the fervent buzz to your sensitivity—took the scenic route to grip your waist in earnest, grinding against you in a light leg lock.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko whose feathery strands you feel tickling your neck and face. Your breathing was thrown off and coming in sharps. Every nerve was standing on end already and the warmth of her pussy slicking up yours, coupling with the consistent stimulation that your wife’s wonderful idea wasn’t doing any favors.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who feels when shaky arms come up over her sweat-damp shoulders, just as you began to grind back into her in a more desperate rut that had you both rocking in tandem with one another. Her tongue felt so much different than normal. Like, you could feel each gasp you gave whenever her tongue rolled along the roof of your mouth, each flick—almost just as good when it was between your thighs.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who is for sure incorporating this into some sort of routine because you’re already kissing the space connecting her ear and jaw hinge, pleading with her, “Gonna.. ‘m gonna cum again, miss..~”

Miss? Oh she was in looovee.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who’s making you drag lines of red from her slim shoulder blades before coming to a rest at her sides. Bleary-eyed, blindfolded and just a bit fuzzy-headed, she captured your attention with a reciprocal. Lazy and strained, the softness of her voice egged you on.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who feels the moment when both of your building breaths reaches their peaks alongside your perfectly timed orgasms. The first wave of pause that came before mutual shudders. Soft kisses placed to your throat and collarbones whilst the gentle buzzing got the last of your low-lidded climax from you.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko whose sounds when she came were fucking harmonious. You could listen to that little keen she gave when she’d tighten up her thighs around you, even the certain stutter to her hips whenever everything had been worked out between you two.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who cannot get enough of you once the blindfold comes off, revealing your misty and light-sensitive expression. “You did sooo well for me, baby. Aww, don’t you feel better after all that wait?” in a coo, carding her middle through the valley between your ear, laid bare on your sides.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who gets a little smile, a nod of your head. “Words, darling.” in the subtle chide. Your cheeks flushed slightly, her hand stilling along the warmth of your skin. The pillow talk was sure to be your downfall.

Melancholy Wife!Shoko who you leaned in to lock your lips in a tender dance for brief, growing more giggly by the second. “I really do feel better..I’m always better with you.” a drag of your tongue from the column of her throat and up to the shell with a nip, you smiled. “I can’t wait to try this on you next time~”

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[lisaslosingstreak]

all I want to see in this life is wlw girls getting girlfriends who have wanted one for ages and they are so happy and sappy and treat each other really nice and get married and grow a lovely garden full of flowers and make a home to be in love in full of life and pretty things then grow old together laughing and loving and kissing and just being girls together unapologetically then being white haired old ladies in love and still kissing and caring for each other so lost in each other after 50 years together cos sapphic love is so pure and it can last forever.

I want this for all of you lonely girls who just want someone to love.

[beautyinhealing]

met on tumblr at 15.

got married yesterday at 28.

🥹💗🫶🏻✨

[honeydrrop]

THEY GOT MARRIED 😭😭😭😭😭

[aurae-rori]

"where is the home i miss? only remembered in drunken bliss." - hsr & bsd fusion fic

TW: IMPLIED/REFERENCED S/H IN THE FIC

“Of course, ‘samu,” it was the ginger’s turn to grip Dazai’s face in her hands. “I have seen you at your worst before, I have seen you go through so much shit, and you are so fucking strong. Even when you were not bleeding out, you were beautiful. You don’t need to hurt to be gorgeous, Osamu. You are beautiful and worthy of being looked at no matter what. You don’t need to bleed to be heard anymore, my love, because I’m here, now. I will always be here. No matter how many times you feel like giving up, no matter how many times you feel like it’s hopeless, I will be here. Aren’t our vows, our rings, proof of that?”

Dazai did not need a thousand more achievements, she did not need another hundred breakthroughs - if she could just hear that, if she could hear the depth of Chuuya’s love for her, it would always be more than enough.

[starlightmoon08]

marriage is scary cause what if she choses the same character as me in mario kart???

[divineturtle]

Being married and in love is crazy bc it's like...I like you and love you so much and we're building a life together, but also....I really really want my own bedroom again 😭

[lonely-wandering-heart]

Displayed in Kelvingrove Art Gallery - Memorial to Marriage, Patricia Cronin.

“Memorial to a Marriage is a double portrait of my partner - artist Deborah Kass - and me. A double life-size marble version of the work was installed on our burial plot in Woodlawn Cemetery, New York.

The statue addresses issues of lesbian invisibility, gay marriage, love and loss, power and status. In death I make official my "marriage", which was not legal for most of our relationship.

I wanted something that celebrated our life together. If all I would be officially allowed is death, I decided to make the most elegant and dignified statement I could about the end of our life together.

In summer 2011, the New York State Senate passed a bill allowing gay people to "marry". After 18 years together, we went to City Hall on the morning of 24 July for this service which was a step in the right direction. However, it still does not give us full equal rights with heterosexual marriage, which is recognised in all states under federal law.”

Honestly the detail in this sculpture is amazing! The time and care and love is extremely evident in this piece of art and the story behind it is truly beautiful and inspiring. I just had to share it here. ❤️

[salty-ass]

i dream of the day when i will wake up next to you in the home we built together. down the hall will be a sleeping baby girl that looks just like you. she will grow up with two loving mothers and never have a worry in the world.

[mydarlingdahlia]

Wife acquired >:)

[lisaslosingstreak]

Wlw girls and nbs PLEASE LETS NORMALISE HYPING EACH OTHER UP. See a pretty masc girl - TELL HER SHES PRETTY! Like a femme girls new hairstyle TELL HER SHE LOOKS GREAT. You adore a butches new jeans FUCKING TELL HER.

We have enough shitty negativity in this world, let’s be so damn nice to each other we get to the point that we are INVINCIBLE.

It doesn’t have to be sexual, it’s not necessarily a come on, it’s just what we should be doing.

And you never know you could affect someone so profoundly, they could be going through the roughest time, but that compliment could rescue them from a real dark place.

MAKE IT HAPPEN. ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[simpingforthemm]

I want what they have 🥹

@:

lizardo_the_reptile and hannah.c.bernstein on instagram

[frontmansdefender]

fuck yeah !!!!!!!!!

[guzhufuren]

Some happy things from the first day of marriage equality in Thailand 💗❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

First three couples who registered their marriage in different districts:

some openly queer actresses and a director celebrating this historical day:

[allthebooksandcrannies]

Good news in the world!!! Read the article here.

The law also will extend adoption and inheritance rights to same-sex couples!