#i have a ring in hand to marry her

[hinamie]

10 years later

[baylardian-1]

he ordered the special kiss not the regular stuff

[jils-things]

i love how... mutuals and i (comm'd art) come together and agree that the vibe that stevaide brings out feels so magical that even i didnt have to say it... you guys just understood the assignment

also make sure that steven has a firm grip on her no matter what

[vounoura]

I s2g if a josie-romancing inquisitor isn't married to her by DAV I will throw rocks at somebody very hard

[lots-of-fandoms-ps-help-me]

finished greywaren.

[remitro]

feeling shrimp emotions about cbee again. sorry it will happen again

[softquietsteadylove]

I don’t know wich AU it would fit so I just make a prompt and you decide :)

Thenamesh decides to go to the beach for a day. They both get quite the attention but Thena is the one who is a bit possessive and tiny bit jealous (she would never admit) when 4 woman decide to flirt with him and get too close to him :D would be funny

All she wanted was to take a brief little trip to the Paldea region to find a Ceruledge (or a Charcadet, rather). It was a pokemon with swords for hands--it was like it was destined to be on her team!

But the trip to Paldea was coming at a heavy cost, Thena was discovering.

"Wow, so you're a pokemon ranger?"

"We don't have those here!"

"So, what is it that you do?"

Thena tugged at the wide brim of her sunhat, which was currently shielding both her and Teddiursa from the unforgiving - oddly strong for the winter - sun. She was sitting on her beach towel, laid out next to Gil's.

Gil had excitedly gone exploring on the beach, observing all the different pokemon they had yet to encounter back home. Between the species dimorphism and the ecological differences and the generally pleasant weather, he was in bliss.

"You're so strong, Mister Ranger," a swimmer giggled in a faintly accented voice, her shoulders bouncing as she did. It really served to emphasize the expensive looking pink bikini she had on. "Is it a very demanding job?"

"I guess the hours are kinda long," Gil shrugged (not picking up on the woman's blatant flirting). He was in the middle of making some notes for his own observation and research. The four women flocked around him were simply present.

Thena knew this--she knew that in Gil's mind they were just strangers sharing the beach space with them. But from her vantage, it was definitely four female trainers, all very obviously hitting on Gilgamesh.

Her Gilgamesh.

"Teddiursa?" the little cub turned in Thena's arms and looked up at her curiously. He had squirmed all through Thena applying sunblock to the inside of his ears and paw pads, but then she had gone mysteriously quiet instead of playing with him.

Thena continued to watch the interaction like a Braviary, "we'll play in just a minute, sweetheart."

Teddiursa pouted at the denial to his request.

"There are swimming competitions, Mister Ranger," another of the women, this one with long, dark hair and a black one-piece on tilted her head at him. "For people and pokemon--surely you could win."

Gil just blinked at them, "oh, I don't have any pokemon with me like that. Rangers don't actually keep pokemon. We have kind of an open door policy with them, I guess."

"Ah!" the shortest of the women gasped with a hand held up to her bright red lips, "no pokemon! Mister Ranger, what if you find yourself in trouble?"

"I'm sure he'd be fine," the fourth and tallest one cooed, even leaning against Gil's arm - visibly against his will - as she said it, "look at these muscles."

"Teddi," Thena muttered, somewhat spooking the cub in her arms. "Why don't you go over there and tell Papa that it's playtime."

Teddiursa obeyed, happy to have the time to play, no matter how oddly his Mama had asked him to do so. He ran on all fours, letting his puff ball tail wiggle around as he trotted over the slippery sands.

"Ursa!"

"Papa?" all four women turned and startled back a few paces at the strange pokemon. Obviously he was young, but he was still a pokemon they had never seen before.

"Hey, buddy!" Gil greeted the cub with a beaming smile, picking him up and holding him on his shoulder. "You ready for some fun?"

"Teddi!" the bear laughed, happily holding onto Gil's head as he stood. "Ted?"

"Yeah, I'm all done my research, we can go and play," Gil patted the little pokemon's head.

"I thought you said you didn't have any pokemon with you."

"Well," Gil shrugged the shoulder without precious cargo on it, "he's not just mine, is the thing."

"Well, who-"

"There you are!"

All four women backed up another few paces as Thena walked over, having left her hat and unbraided her hair. It picked up in the ocean breeze, rustling around her shoulders. "I see."

"Were you good about getting your sunscreen put on?" Gil asked Teddi, who nodded so hard his ears flapped a little.

"He was a little squirmy," Thena corrected, tapping their little bear on the nose, "but yes, he was very good."

"Hasta luego, Mister Ranger," the swimming trainers waved to him as they dragged themselves away from the family unit. "Your Maushold is very lovely."

"Maushold," Gil mumbled, trying to recall what pokemon that was. He would have to look it up in the Paldean pokemon guidebook later.

"Did you discover all the scientific things you were hoping for?" Thena asked with clear humour in her voice.

"As a matter of fact, I did," Gil grinned, waving around his little notebook before zipping it and his pen into the waterproof compartment of his rented swim trunks. "I can't wait to tell Dragonite all about it."

Dragonite had flown them, but declined the beach day in favour of touring the food offerings of Porto Marinada. He had found that being a free walking pokemon didn't deter businesses from serving him so long as he had cash. He had already consumed an ice cream stand out of its entire stock for the weekend.

Thena tilted her head at the green trunks, which Gil had chosen specifically for the waterproof pocket. "Are you going to take more notes if you go swimming and find some cave?"

"Hey, what's this 'you' business?" he grinned, braiding her hair back again for her, "you're coming with us."

"No, I--Gil?"

"Ey, Hot Stuff!" two passing men whistled and shouted to them, waving at Thena. "Care to join us? We could be great Flamigos, no?"

"She's not interested!" Gil barked at them, pulling Thena flush against him with her chest pressed into his, hiding as much of her - and her rented white bikini - as possible.

"Teddi!" Teddiursa added, mostly to mimic Gil and not necessarily in any understanding of what was going on.

Thena blinked, her hands pressed to Gil's chest as he held her, even wrapping his other arm around her waist while his hand grasped her bare shoulder. She had never seen him like this.

Maybe the beach wasn't such a bad idea.

[xxrat--punkxx]

As someone who knows next to nothing about Elden Ring so take this with a grain of salt - your blog is maybe a bit too chaotic (in a good way) to reasonably kin as Ranni. She seems very elegant

oh deffo yeah shes super elegant, but I more relate to her story arc, which involves her breaking free of the role shes confined to at birth

[marinaimsure]

I just learned that an acquaintance of mine (a friend of my best friend) got engaged like just yesterday. and I'm in shock. because we're like the same age. you know.

[maddyshome]

Also Rennala is just not a good person. Im sorry sis but you have kids. How can you be so destroyed by this man leaving you that you just go crazy taking care of some egg meanwhile your kids are doing who knows what? Get your shit together. You are a queen. There are people who need you. For real. Its embarrassing. As a fellow woman I do not claim her and I do not like her. . 

[yueebby]

12:03 pm  — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo. 

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened,  “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?” 

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table. 

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct. 

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized. 

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid. 

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion. 

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher.  “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you. 

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss. 

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!” 

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats. 

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire. 

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump

[euthymiya]

“Have you ever wondered where we’ll get married?”

Your question comes out of nowhere—not much catches Sukuna off guard, but this question manages to make him pause. His eyes don’t leave the screen of his phone, thumb swiping along as he sits beside you. You drag a finger along his tattooed arm, grinning as he clicks his teeth.

“Who said I want to marry you?” He grunts.

You smile wider. It’s a knowing, amused little thing that stretches over the contours of your face like you know better. (You do. Sukuna is better at lying than telling the truth, but you’re even better at picking apart every little fib for the honesty he doesn’t want you to know. You wonder if he realizes that.)

“Who else would you marry?” You snort, “that girl from the convenience store? She has the hots for you, y’know.”

You nudge him with your shoulder, biting back a laugh when his lips curl into an almost irritated sneer as he scoffs. “She’s ugly.”

“Harsh,” you pretend to wince in sympathy, “then the waitress at that cafe? Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed her eye your tattoos.”

“Too fuckin’ whiny. Her voice makes my eardrums bleed.”

You can count on one hand the number of people Sukuna tolerates—and yes, it’s important to note that he tolerates people. He doesn’t really like anyone. He likes you, though. You’re a little confident about that because when your fingers slip under his shirt to glide against his bare chest, he lets you. He leans into it, too.

It’s because he likes you.

“Oh!” You gasp, snapping your finger like you’ve just thought of the perfect idea, “that girl from the bakery? She gives you free stuff all the time. I love it when I get to eat free bread, don’t you?”

“No. She’s a pushover. It’s pathetic.”

“We’ll never get you a wife at this rate,” you sigh dramatically, shaking your head. You look almost—almost—saddened by the idea. And then you perk up, “what about we search for a husband for me, instead? How about that guy from—”

“What the fuck are you on about?” He turns his head to glare at you. He’s annoyed—you can tell because his eyes are narrowed and his jaw is clenched. You can also tell because his heart is beating under your hand. One thump after the other. Faster, faster.

“Well I have to find someone if you won’t do it,” you pout. “I want a wedding in Okinawa. Know any guys who don’t mind getting married in Okinawa?”

“No,” he growls. His heart is still beating. Faster, faster.

“Then I’m doomed,” you collapse against the couch, theatrically draping an arm over your face as you woefully add, “my big fat Okinawa wedding dreams broken. What ever—”

“Enough,” he hisses. He grabs your hand, inspects the fingers for a moment before casually tossing it back onto your lap as he mumbles, “you can have your stupid wedding if it shuts you up. And don’t talk to that guy ever again.”

And then he’s back to scrolling through his phone, thumb gliding across the screen as you curl into his side with a satisfied grin. Sukuna doesn’t like anyone. He could make a list of all the reasons why.

It all boils down to the fact that none of them are you.

“Perfect,” you say excitedly, “we’ll get married in Okinawa, then. Here are the rings I had in mind—pay attention, okay?”

sometimes you just have to gaslight your feral bf into marriage, you know?

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! So we always have this idea in mind, we leave it here and you write it. Your works are beautifully written, writing something requires a loooooot of things. But how about the idea comes from you now? For the mob bosses au, what's your idea on what will happen to them next? Maybe you could share it to us😉😊

"It's nice we could do this," Sersi smiled at the other two women at the table, raising her flute of champagne.

Makkari responded by raising hers and downing it in one gulp. I missed you girls, too! I feel like ever since spring it's just been hit after hit after hit.

Thena nodded, happily letting Makkari take the reins of the conversation as they waited for their lunch to be served. She had half expected a certain someone to make an appearance.

It was Makkari who insisted that she had been dying for some good Korean food since being stuck in Europe for so long taking care of this politician and that.

Thena had fought tooth and nail to have them consider somewhere else, but why go anywhere but Koreatown for Korean food? So she had called a restaurant she knew was good, paid to have the place booked privately just for them with as minimal a staff as possible.

She knew Gil would know she was there, but she told him she was having lunch with Sersi and Makkari. This was not a business lunch and he was not to drop in on them.

Anyway, the Lightning Thief concluded, waving her hand through the air and leaning back in her seat. She looked at Thena, I've heard you really went through it since the gala a few months ago.

I'm fine now, Thena answered concisely. Makkari would have found out all she needed to know through the proper channels (as well as anything she didn't need to know through Mister Omniscient himself).

"Poor thing was in my poison ward for nearly two months," Sersi said softly, moving her hands as gently as a butterfly through the air.

Makkari shared a grin with the Poison Princess, and with such a dutiful husband, never once leaving her side.

Thena took a deep sip of her own wine. She should have known, with these two. "He is not my husband."

Sersi's smile was just a little too gleeful, "he seems to think otherwise."

Thena tugged her lace tighter around her. As it was doing an awful lot lately, her mind drifted to the tattoo on his left hand. She knew what it meant to him, and she knew the position it put him in. It wouldn't be lost on his own work team and business partners. But Gilgamesh had leaned into his commitment to it completely.

Druig told me of a young heiress, Makkari ventured cautiously, essentially testing the waters to see just how fragile the topic was to their dear Ice Queen. Her mask was as perfect as always. Back in Korea after a rumoured broken engagement.

Poor dear, Thena offered in passing commentary. She never let herself think of the little heiress for long. It stirred up too many feelings in her.

And then all of a sudden the Tyrant King is parading himself around with this new tattoo? Makkari examined Thena more closely. Maybe she could fool even the best in the biz, but Makkari's eyes were better than anyone's--even Kingo's. She could see the faint squirm in their stoic friend over the subject. Proudly proclaims himself another woman's property.

Thena rolled her eyes at it. He thought it was so romantic--he thought he was so fucking charming. "Comes to my home one time and thinks he can tell the world he's mine."

"He what?!"

"Your meals, ladies."

The three were presented with their dishes, steaming hot and obviously prepared with the utmost attention and effort. Sersi and Makkari grinned as Thena's was set down in front of her, as well as a single white lily.

She sighed. "He's back there, isn't he?"

The server stood up frighteningly straight, "n-no, ma'am."

She looked them dead in the eye, "bring him to me."

"Yes, Ice Queen."

All three women looked towards the kitchen door. Although quiet at first, an increasingly loud argument could be heard in Korean before the Tyrant King himself finally emerged. He had his hands in his pockets, wearing significantly more casual clothes than usual. He smiled at them, "ladies."

"Tyrant," Thena greeted him formally--frostily. "I thought I told y-"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he shifted to look at Thena, leaning against the back of her seat. "I'm not here to interrupt. I just wanted...to see you?"

Sersi and Makkari looked at each other with charmed expressions.

"Try again."

"I wanted to test the food," he frowned, seeming more like the Tyrant King in that instance. He leaned up again, crossing those massive arms of his. "This place is great and all, but it's not a chance I'm willing to take, Princess."

Thena settled back in her seat again. She supposed she couldn't fault him for being wary of letting her eat out again without his presence. Last time she had she was poisoned and nearly killed. "Sersi is here."

"Still," he said more softly, gripping the back of her chair but letting his thumb just barely brush against the lace protecting her bare shoulder. "I'll go."

Thena looked up at him, at least meeting his eyes. He raised his brows at her but she shot him down with a smile; he knew the rules. He acquiesced, letting her see plain as day on his face how much he wanted to kiss her. "Tyrant King."

"Have fun, Sweetness."

Thena blushed, a flurry of butterflies coming alive within her chest.

Gil straightened up, tugging at his casual bomberjacket and waving to her companions, "forgive me for interrupting, ladies."

Sersi and Makkari waved their fingers at him, giggling between themselves at the antics of their friend's 'husband'. Sersi looked at Thena, who as trying to pretend she wasn't flustered over any of it. "So sweet--so devoted."

Every woman's dream, Makkari snickered.

Thena refused to dignify their teasing, picking up her spoon and tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Perhaps we should shop around a little after lunch. I'm sure your husband would be happy to escort us."

"Are we having lunch, or not?" Thena grumbled, although she knew very well that the next hour of their time together would be spent exactly like this.

You're right, Makkari nodded, although her companions knew better than to trust what seemed like her diffusing the situation. I want to know more about this going over to your home business.

Sersi latched on readily, whipping her head back to Thena, "I had no idea. Did you really let him into your flat?"

Thena sighed, collecting some jjamppong into a small, contained bite. She would need the strength for the conversation she was about to have.

[i-love-ptv]

Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Goin’ On ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣

Pairing: Husband!Rafe Cameron x Soccer-mom!Wife!Reader

It’s not easy being a soccer-mom, especially when dads hit on you at every game as if you’re not married to Rafe.

Wc: 1,596

Fluff, Protective Rafe making an appearance, kinda pushy guy (idk what to say)

An: I’ve really wanted to write a fic based on this song, and this idea randomly popped into my head so! Am I using the names I wanna name my kids? Yes, yes I am.

Not proofread tbh

Feedback always appreciated lovelies!! xx

“I’ll be back, ‘mkay doll?”

You hum in acknowledgement, eyes peering back at the field after looking up.

Your husband, Rafe leant down and places a firm kiss on your forehead.

“Yeahhh, Daddy’s gonna be back, baby.” Rafe coos at your two year old, who was sitting on your lap, babbling freely while peering at him with her big doe eyes.

Rafe walks off the bleachers; in search of the concession stand to buy food for the three of you.

You brush your hand over your young daughter’s head, making sure her somewhat oversized hat is still covering her head entirely. Her hand wraps around your index finger.

It was oddly humid today, if you continued moving, you’d break a slight sweat. You can't even imagine what your daughter -Stacy must be feeling, running around on the large grassy field under the beaming bright sun.

You were proud of your baby girl though, nonetheless. And so was Rafe, of course.

You shout loudly when you notice the game is about to start, bellowing out a “Go Stacy!”

Stacy’s eyes easily found yours, for you and Rafe would always sit in the same spot on the bleachers.

Her eyes were slightly wide due to your shout, despite you and Rafe always cheering for her during her games.

She’s motioning for you to ‘shh’, putting her fingers to her lips before getting into her position.

“Which one’s yours?” You hear to the left of you, the unknown voice makes you tear your eyes away from the field.

You smile shortly at the unfamiliar man next to you, “Number 22.”

You can’t help but notice how he’s rather scruffy looking, an odd contrast to your upkept husband with his neatly buzzed hair.

“Mine’s number 13.” He says, flashing his teeth at you.

You gasp and shoot up a little, making you look down at your daughter on your lap. “Valerie’s yours? Oh she’s just the sweetest!”

The man chuckles, looking deeply in your eyes. This makes your eyebrows raise, slightly in confusion, but mostly in discomfort.

He hadn’t done anything out of the norm, you’d randomly talk to the other moms around too, but something about him made you uncomfortable.

“My name's Brandon, and yours?”

You introduce yourself briefly, before turning back towards the game.

His eyes dart to your left hand, looking for a ring, for any indication that you belong to someone else. He smiles sharply when he finds your fingers bare. This goes unnoticed by you.

Little does he know, you do have your ring on, just around your neck.

Your biggest fear was your youngest accidentally pulling off your ring, resulting in you losing it. Or, even worse: it pokes her eye or something of that nature.

You suppose you could be considered a ‘Helicopter-mom’ at times, simply going to the extremes to make sure your kids are happy and healthy at every point in time.

Rafe is the exact same way, maybe even a little worse. But you knew he was just protective, he loves this life that he has with you, since he had no idea the two of you would’ve been together for so long.

You had started dating Rafe when you were 18 and he was 19. It was good for the first few months, disregarding the few arguments that you had. But then, you had caught Rafe doing cocaine.

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to shake the look on his face from your memory.

You weren’t supposed to be at the party, you said you were busy filling out college applications.

So when he was mid-line, and he saw you standing there all dolled up, watching him with glossy eyes, he felt his heart shatter into pieces.

You weren’t supposed to find out, he wanted to keep this away from you, to keep you close to him.

He promised that he would try and stay sober for you, but eventually he’d give in every time the opportunity was in front of him. This resulted in several arguments, and surprisingly, a break up.

But things are different now. You both are in your 30’s, you got married, and of course, had two beautiful babies together.

Rafe knew he’d be crazy to fuck things up now, when he has the perfect life right in front of him.

Speaking of which; you’re really starting to wonder what the hell is taking him so long just to get some goddamn hotdogs and drinks.

You’re bouncing your knee anxiously, which makes your daughter giggle. You wish she wasn’t finding this amusing, but you know she can’t help it.

“Well who’s this cute girl, huh?” The man coos, tickling your daughter’s side.

“Her name is Noelle.” You huff, your mood quickly

shifting to do this stranger touching your daughter.

He lets out another chuckle, you wish you never had to hear it again. “Sounds like you’re quoting Teenage Dirtbag to me.”

You give him a pointed look, you’re really getting sick of his pestering. “That’s where I got it from.”

Abruptly, the crowd starts cheering madly. You look around and see Stacy's team celebrating briefly; they had just scored a goal.

You cheer and clap, grabbing Noelle’s chubby hands and making her raise her arms wildly while giggling with her.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we could-” Before Brandon could finish his sentence, none other than Rafe Cameron comes stomping up the bleachers, huffing and puffing angrily.

He sits down and sighs, “God, I’m sorry babe. The line was so long! I swear I’m going grey right now.”

“And I missed the goddamn play!” Rafe exclaims. He looks over at you and immediately goes quiet once he sees those wide baby eyes that look at him curiously.

“Da?” Noelle mutters, reaching her tiny hands towards Rafe’s larger ones.

“Yeah. Da’s here babygirl, do you want your food? Huh sweet girl?”

Rafe hands you your food, setting his food aside so he can put Noelle in his lap. He begins to split half his hotdog in pieces for her.

You glance to the left, you notice Brandon looking like a fish out of water.

Rafe is the CEO of one of, if not the biggest business company around. And Brandon had just borderline harassed his wife, who was holding his child.

Brandon sneers at the two of you in silence while the game continues, nearly boiling at the fact that he couldn’t have you.

Your head is laying on Rafe’s shoulders, you’re rubbing circles on Noelle’s shoulder as she settles down.

“Everything alright babe?” Rafe asks, trying to peer down at your face.

You untuck your necklace with your wedding ring from your shirt, fiddling with it. “Yeah, now that you’re here Ray.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a few seconds.

“…What does that mean?”

You hesitate to answer, but you do regardless, “Nothing! It’s just uh..That guy next to me, was kinda like hassling me I guess.”

This makes Rafe straighten his back.

“He do somethin’ to you doll?” Rafe questions in a whisper. You know you have about 30 seconds to try and calm him down before he’s banned from every soccer game left in the season.

“No, okay? I’m fine, it’s cool. I need you to calm down Ray.”

Rafe’s nose is flaring, “What about Ellie? Did he touch her?”

You feel your throat closing up, your heart is damn near pounding out of your chest.

You don’t say anything to Rafe, but that look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.

You grab his bicep, trying to keep him grounded. Even though he’s changed, some parts of him haven’t.

Rafe speaks lowly in your ear, but not too much to frighten you in any way. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Don’t worry y’pretty little head about it.”

Rafe presses a firm kiss against your cheek, then presses a softer one to your lips.

After 30 more minutes, and 2 more goals, Stacy’s team wins.

You and Rafe cheer loudly, letting out “That’s our baby girl!”

You meet Stacy at the bottom of the bleachers, holding Noelle in your hand as the littlest claps her hands between Stacy’s face.

You’re too busy congratulating your daughter to notice Rafe pulling Brandon aside while his daughter, Valerie is off talking to her friends.

Rafe puts a firm hand on his shoulder, “Hey man.”

Brandon lets out a nervous laugh, “Hey there, Rafe Cameron, right?”

“Yeah, let’s keep this short. I better not see or hear you talking to my wife again, do you hear me? I don’t give a shit what happened.”

Rafe continues shortly, “And keep your fucking hands to yourself, if I find out you touched my either of my daughters again, I swear to God himself I’ll put you under.”

The two men are holding eye contact, one looks with confidence and borderline rage, while the other looks with fear.

Rafe walks down the bleachers, meeting you and your girls.

“You were amazing out there sweetheart!” Rafe smiles while pulling Stacy into a bear hug.

“Jesus dad, you’re crushing me!” Stacy laughs with a slight wheeze.

Rafe ruffles her hair and puts his arm around your neck.

“All good to go?”

You nod your head, and with that, the four of you begin to walk to Rafe’s parked car.

Rafe realizes that this isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on at a soccer game, or anywhere in fact. And this definitely won’t be the last.

Cause everybody’s in love with Stacy’s mom.

[cowboyishbabe]

This preview for the next ep of summer house mv…. jasmine, girl……….. shouldn’t you have known this man’s mindset before you married him??? Like, what was the rush on marriage before truly learning him? Or y’know maybe actually being ready for the life changes that commitment brings?

[geltears]

3's a crowd

(dad) Nanami Kento x Reader

Nanami works hard to give his daughter another sibling cw: shameless smut, dad!Nanami, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, breeding, fingering, spit kink, pure filth, dirty-talk -> prequel of heart throb

Nanami's heart pounds in his chest as he walks back to your shared bedroom. Your daughter's words have left his mind reeling, heart thrashing like a bird in a cage as her words replay on a loop.

"All my friends have siblings, I wanna be a big sister too."

Namiko was young, clueless and entirely oblivious to the true extent of what she had just asked of him. She was a cute baby,— she is an adorable child—and he honestly wouldn't mind another. He doesn't realise where his feet have taken him until he bounces his toe on the foot of your bed, groaning in pain soon after.

When you look up from your book, your eyebrows are scrunched in worry as you reach for your husband's arm. Like a pre-mature teenage boy, his cock twitches in his pants at the mere feel of your skin on his.

"Nami? Everything alright?"

"Mhm," he hums, "There's just something we need to talk about."

Nanami's breath becomes more rapid as he moves closer to you on the bed and his tongue seems to have a mind of it's own, desperate to speak to you, "Namiko wants a sibling."

His words are punctuated by the rough pads of his fingers rubbing loving circles into your clit through your thin panties as he tries to get you in the mood and it suddenly becomes all too clear what his intentions are--

He plans to give her the sibling she so desperately wants.

Your husband is large as he crawls on top of you, his big burly shoulders easily overshadow your frame and it makes your pussy twitch in anticipation. Your heart is thumping savagely in your chest with the rapid rise and fall of your tits— if Nanami was a bit sicker he would've slipped them into his big palms: one tit per hand and he would fondle and tease your sensitive nipples until you were leaking through your panties against his knee.

But Nanami is impatient, eager to bury every inch of his throbbing cock in your tight heat and ruin you until he was sure there was another little blonde baby in your belly.

He leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy and mushy kiss, "Hmm. Another baby wouldn't be so bad, right?" he breathes against your lips.

You've been married for years but you feel filthy with the way he's speaking to you, string of spit still connecting your lips and glistening in your dimly lit room.

"We make cute babies," you agree, in the way that a woman does when her husband plucks the stars out of the sky for her, "Make me a mommy again, Ken."

He shivers at your tone, feeling very much like a virgin again- Had his wife always been this coy? Or were the hearts in your eyes just extra big tonight?

You whimper at the feel of his ring and middle fingers easing into you, cold metal of his wedding ring pressing snuggly against your pussy. Nanami bends down to get an eye-level view of your pussy, hot breath fanning against your slick folds as he regards, "I love you and your sloppy cunt."

He keeps his fingers nestled against that squishy spot that makes your toes curl and digs them in to rub deliciously at your sweet spot and spits a fat glob of spit onto your clit.

"Hngg right there Ken."

And then he's sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth, tongue swirling as he steadily thrusts his fingers in and out of you until your thighs are shaking around his head. He eats your pussy through your orgasm, loving gaze drinking in your blissful expression as his tongue teases your hole to taste your cum.

"Nami kiss me," you're practically begging, flimsy arms outstretched to take him into your embrace.

You suck his tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue in a way so lewd that both your faces flush bright red. His gaze is filled with nothing but love and lust— you think you could get pregnant just from the way he's ogling you.

"Nami- Nami put it in," you gasp, small hands fumbling with his belt as you try to get to his cock, "Please, Ken."

Nanami swats your hand away sternly.

"Lie back," he says and you obey gingerly. "Now show me your cunt."

When he thinks you're taking too long, he reaches down himself and spreads your legs to reveal your glistening cunt to the cold air. Your hole twitches under his stare, clenching around nothing as you desperately wait for him to fuck you.

Nanami is in love with you, he has been since senior year and he'll stay in love with you even after you're both dead. He'd do anything for you so he's determine to give you another baby.

It'll have your eyes— just like your little girl— he thinks and presses the leaking tip of his cock into you. "Oh god- Kento, you're so fucking big," you squeal, "I can't take it- Nonono."

He shushes you softly with a kiss, one that instantly makes you loosen up a bit and lets him push another inch into you. "I know," he whispers against your skin, "How're you gonna give me a baby if you won't even let me in?"

Desperate to please your husband, you cunt seems to welcome him gracefully, making wet sounds as he bottoms out. His moan as his balls press against your ass is sinful, making you groan all the same.

You squeeze your eyes shut, heat pooling in your belly as he twitches inside you. He's so big and thick and you love him and his fat cock. When you start to hump yourself against his cock, he squeezes your hip roughly and draws his hips back until just the tip is still nestled inside your cunt.

Your slick bubbles out of your hole around his tip and squelches when his hips slam back into you. "Pussy's fucking soaked- she's begging me for a baby." You whine in response, pretty manicured nails raking down his back in an attempt to keep him deep inside of you.

The tip of his cock bumps deliciously against your cervix and tears dribble from the corners of your eyes. He feels so fucking good- this is what it's like to have sex to make a baby. A baby born of love.

"Yesyesyes, cum in me Nami," you babble, mind lost with pleasure, "Gimme your cum- put a baby in me."

His pace is rabid now, hips shaking like a dog as he fucks into you wildly. His balls smack against your ass and your pussy squeezes him like a vice, working to milk him for all he's worth— for your precious baby. And he'll give it to you- he'll fill you up and keep your pussy stuffed of him until you're both satisfied.

"Tell me you want my baby- tell me you want me," he rasps. His hand snakes between your sweaty bodies to fiddle with your clit. He flicks it softly and rolls your wet nub between his fingers, pushing you closer to the edge.

"C'mon say it and I'll make you cum all over my cock."

"I want your baby, Nami! I only want you," your words slur as he cuts you off with a sweet kiss.

He meshes his tongue with yours and fucks your throat with his tongue as his cock plunges roughly into you. He makes you pussy sore and your heart ache as your entire body shakes and convulses in a series of bursts. And your pussy becomes so impossibly tight that he's got no choice but to slot his hips against yours and buck strangely into you as he cums.

He cums in hot, thick spurts and he makes sure to press his tip right up against the depths of your cunt so it all rests nicely in your belly.

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