#typa girl you take over to mama

[sanguepisado]

may this heartbreak radicalize me into a femcel not into a bulimic

[cvnt4him]

Think'n ab being katsukis chubby mcbling gf<33

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He loves the way you dress. He thinks it's unique and beautiful, the way your shirt skirt rides up your ass in the best way, your baby phat purse n shoes twinkling and going so well w your bejeweled top, your glossed lips and your ethereal braids with beads matching your outfit.

You were so different it was just so purely amazing and refreshing to him, when mina introduced you two he didn't expect to actually like you. You were funny, charismatic, and kind of ditzy. A complete airhead but far too sexy to even care.

It's like you were some Bratz bimbo bitch, but damn did he find it attractive. You were pulling him like a damn magnet and he hated it, but he wanted to be closer to you.

Once you started dating you had dressed a little less revealingly. You wore shorts instead of short skirts, and you just wore more shirts instead of crop tops, katsuki hated that he felt like he was taking away your style but you were doing it willingly.

You didn't want him to feel like you wanted other peoples eyes on your body (not that you mind much bc that's how you bagged him) but you wanted him to know you two were fr 4lifers n what not.

Cuddling and watching movies was your fav thing ever!! The way he held your body close to his, squishing the chub in your tummy and laying his cheek against your arm occasionally peppering kisses over it. He would always make sure you didn't have to move an inch, but everytime he got up to do something for you he'd slap your ass for the fun of it.

I feel he loves to have you sit on his lap, just the way your thighs expand over his js sexy to him. Pinching your thighs n tummy in public when you wear revealing shit to make you angry is his fav thing to do to you. He always makes sure to stand behind you when you walk and bend over (bc you can't seem to get it in your thick skull that you shouldn't js bend over and that you should crouch down to pick up what you need.)

Going shopping w you is like a warzone, if someone takes the top you've been eyeballing from across the mall you will throw hands , no doubt ab it. He holds you down fr if the bitch man step in yk he does too. He don't play behind his bbg!!!!

Okay but when the bitch decides to comment on your body that's when you really lose your shit. You don't care ab what people say anymore but it's the fact she was trying to get under your skin whilst saying what she did. It might've slightly gotten under your skin.. but not that much!

You hate fighting in nails especially bc you love getting long nails however no broken nail is gon stop you from giving a bitch a well deserved ass beating better fucking believe it.

Bc I created this you obviously win the fight.

You go out to get ice cream as a reward, bakugou however is still heated from the fight he fr would've killed that man let's be real🤷🏽‍♀️

I feel like the "white girl effect" / "black girl effect" is actually a thing, bc bakugou wasnt really necessarily stiff w the way he dressed before you but let's js say he looks sexier now that you're together.

Making out while listening to "mama I'm inlove w a criminal">>>>>>>

He hates your music taste fr but he thugs through ts for the love of you.

Speaking of thugging, he loves when you sit on his face, ain't nothing like coming home from doing whatever and burying his face in your ass. Slapping it n js putting his face all up in there like some kind of dog.

He loves putting you in a mating dress fr, or having you ride him, he likes the way you scratch up his back and chest. Sloppy head or no head is his motto

The way you walk n talk gets to him sometimes, like you can js say the stupidest shit n he'll get so red unintentionally like you are js too cute for him n he don't even believe in that typa shit bro

Watching mina do your hair or the both of you going out to get your nails done then treating yourself to chipotle is one of his guilty pleasures, I'm sure most guys don't wanna be trapped w their girlfs why they're doing all that feminine shit but bakugou doesn't mind it actually. He loves spending time w you no matter what, leaving your side was not on his 2024 bingo.

Don't get me wrong, being a mcbling bimbo is your life fr, however, you don't mind js putting away that side you sometimes. Js walking around in one of his shirts some boxers and glasses while your braids are in a bun is js how you crave to be sometimes. N he def don't mind seeing you like that either the way those boxers hug your ass is just absolutely divine in his eyes.

You don't really get insecure but on the occasion when you feel less than he's so quick to tell you to shut the fuck up.. that's it, js stfu.

Anyways, being katsukis chubby mcbling girlf 😞🙏🏽

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AN: this is a black reader/self insert so when I say braids I do mean like box braids, butterfly locs, French twists type shit so... Yeah!!!!!!!

This came out longer than I expected

[f10werfae]

Daddy’s Princess Fairy

pairing: Husband!Dad!Sy x Wife!Mom!Reader

summary: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and he’s desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wife’s panties (Dilf Sy) likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶

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“Daddy’s nearly home booboo, he’ll be out here any second now” Y/n cooed bouncing her baby girl in her arms, the two month old softly snuggled against her mama, the both of them waiting at the entrance of the military base along with the other families. Her eyes tracing each body that left the aircraft, her breath hitching when she saw her big hunk of a man step out, his head shaven but his beard grown rough and long. God he looked filthy but so sexy.

Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.

“Fuck pumpkin, missed ya n’ your sweet self s’much” He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughter’s head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. “And this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syverson” Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.

“She’s stinkin’ adorable, i’d say jus’ like her momma but i’m seein’ frowns on her already” Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witch’s heart melt. “She missed you, anytime you wasn’t on the phone she’d cry and whimper until I played your voicemail” Y/n explained tucking Penelope’s bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddy’s arm.

“Awk babygirl you break ma heart, m’not leavin’ again, I can’t do it- that’s me done” Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. “Damn right you aren’t leavin’, we still need to give our bubby a brother” Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldn’t let go of his finger.

“Babe, jus pull your finger out come on” Y/n laughed as he shook his head, “no can do sugar, don’t want my babygirl thinkin’ am leavin’ her again, can’t be her first heartbreak”

“If ya let go i’ll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her nap” It hadn’t even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driver’s side of the pickup truck. “Now ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down ‘er” Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.

“Yup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syverson” Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, “Jesus woman didn’t ya read the sticker on the car? There’s a baby on board” He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.

“Forgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yours” He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. “Yeah? What else did ya miss” She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.

“These other lips down ‘ere” Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. “No you didn’t”

“I did” She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. “Nuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to play” She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road

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“Alright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep pronto” Sy whispered into his baby’s tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. “Princess fairy queen? Really Sy?” He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.

“I need my little girl to know she’s the best of ‘em all, n’ that means callin’ her every nickname on God’s Earth so she knows how much ah love her” Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.

“Now was that from me or you?” Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; “Tell ya what bubby, you’re definitely your daddy’s daughter”

“Yeah there’s now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cube” Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Sy’s sake she didn’t need changed, well not yet anyway.

It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.

“Momma, you spoil me too much” Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.

“Irish twins?” Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. “I’d give ya irish triplets if it were possible” He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.

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[iplayghoul]

i know im supposed to finish that ghost fic, but i kept thinking ab piss kink wit onyankopon. stay wit me now!

ony's the typa nigga to not have a thing for feet at awwl, but will suck on ur pretty toes when he sees u got them done, just bc its youu

so the piss kink conversation was nothing in depth really! but it starts off spending the day at the mall wit him, you had water with breakfast, grabbed a caramel frapp as you started your shopping adventures with him and got some sprite wit your lunch that almost killed u !!

its nnottt long at all b4 u gotta get to the bathroom :3 the first time u ask ur like "ony can u hold my bags for me, i gotta go pee real quick babe." and its a simple question really, ur handing ur bags over to him already but he doesnt take them, he just says "nah, lets go," and suddenly youre... a bit shellshocked lmfao. but he has you walking into the next store like nothing happened.

within another hour, your feet hurt and youre ready to gtfo this damn mall :( and ur bladder is holdin on by a thread too ! ur bouncin on the balls of ur feet and bouncing your legs restlessly as you hold ur pee, literally throbbing from the sensitivity 😭😭

so u ask him again, "ony bae, i really needa go piss, come on." this time he stops n looks u in the eyes, rubbing your arms calmingly and says, "you can hold it, can't you mama? you're a big girl u can do that f'me. cant you?" ur eyes are glossed overrr the ache is honestly unbearable so within the next 20 minutes yall are finally getting home.

when u guys get back to ur apartment, ur rushinnn to ur bathroom so quick, but ony grabs you by the arm, lightly pushing u to just sit on the bed and u bounce restlessly on the bed, ur piss just on the edgeee ready to come out >>:( u cant help but mumble questions at him, getting irritated but he remains calm and only smiles, drawing his fingers between ur legs to put pressure on ur clit. he rubs hard circles on you and now youre torn between focusing on the stimulation to your clit and trying not to piss all over him and the bed.

he's soo sneaky and skillful honestly, he's holding you down with one arm while the other is working you hard and slow, letting your clit harden and puff out below his thumb and his eyes are glued to yours, except all you can do is stare at his thumb's work. as if that would help u stop yourself from peeing :/

i like 2 think that ony is quite mean, but hes so soft and casual about it, he gets away with it so easy. because its only a matter if time before he has two long fingers in your pussy, together with his thumb on your clit and now you're gripping that arm so bad 😭 eyes teary and can never be drawn away from observing his hands on you.

its sinister honestly the way he so slowly strokes your g-spot with his clean cut and trimmed nails. and then he's getting on his knees... everything speeds up and suddely your tapping his arm quick, panicked telling him to stop before you cum. n squirt all over him. his eyes remain trained on yours, revelling in the way your eyes frantically move from his to his fingers and back to his😭😭😭 "mmm, u cant handle dat?" he mumbles, onya's so mean to u >_< you're speechless honestly, this day didnt go how you expected it.

but, ur dripping down his palm, tears mimicing it the same way on your cheeks and then youre cuming hot and heavy . u swear warmth washes over your entire body and your thighs squeeze around his hand and ony's fingers never fuckin stop . orgasming so damn hard your tummy started to cramp up and ur legs stiffened up baaad in that position. "let it go baby, c'mon mama. been such a good girl f'me."

and jus like that, u let go, piss n squirt, whatever the fuck it is spraying in a hot, relieving stream onto his face just like he wanted, he gives ur lower lips a few kisses n licks :<< then going slack jawed, cupping ur cunt wit his mouth while u spasm and moan above him. lettin u full his mouth up real good :)

[justjams2003]

The Saltiness of Flesh-3

Pairing: 1968!Elvis Presley x fem!reader

Summary: After Elvis' divorce fell through and the constant non-stop touring, he finally gets a moment alone on the beach. He finds a doll, shy and almost stand-offish and things suddenly bloom between them.

Warnings: Absolutely no hate to Priscilla, I love her so much, she is mother <3 In this story, they got engaged but broke up before they got married. Barely legal reader, flirting, talk of brattiness, spanking, manual drive (I know that sacres Americans) I would say grooming but she's 18 so not? 14-year age gap. Talk of being middle-class. Smut, fingering, masturbation.

Word count: 3k+ unedited

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @luvcsbn

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Part 1 - Part 2

Brown eyes, wide and big peering up at him, nervously, shyly, wiping off her mouth with a napkin. Her pink tongue darting out to taste the barbeque sauce left on her lips. The burger looked almost impossible for a little thing like her to finish, but she did. He should've expected it from a country girl like her. Now she sits, idly sucking up the last bits of milkshake. 

"How haven't you been snatched up yet?" Elvis says it out loud and he scolds himself for it, but he just has to know. A cute thing, so eager to be told what to do, any man should be eager to take her. "18 years old and this is my first date...if this is a date...?" A chuckle, or is it a sigh? Or is it both? The sound falls from his lips, his brows pulling together almost in sympathy. 

His hands reach out, grasping the small one clenching the milkshake glass. She doesn’t even know how much any girl would skin someone for this chance. "Oh darlin'...of course it's ah date. Why else would I be all over yah like I am?" A shy shrug, so uncertain. "Uh wouldn' know, I haven' ever even held hands with ah boy." His eyes flash down to his hand holding hers. He's the first, her innocence too much for him. 

"Yah serious? Yah ain't jokin' with me now?" He asks, sitting up straighter, as if he needs a better angle to address the situation. "I ain' jokin'. I'm serious." And the way her southern tongue struggles with the words makes it just so much better. As if she wants to sound all big but her mouth just won't let her. "No boy at school ever see how pretty yah are?" 

A gulp, as if she's mesmerized. A shy smile, "No boy..." She confirms for him. "An' you ain't ever even kissed ah boy? At your big girl age?" Cheeks red and her tongue moves before she can even think about what it's doing. "I ain't even even touched-" and then her mind catches up and quickly shuts her mouth. But he heard it and he needs her with everything in him to confirm what he thinks she's gonna say. 

"Haven't ever what, yittle one? Can't leave me hangin' like that." He makes sure to use the nickname that makes her pink like a peach. She bites her lip, scolding herself for ever saying anything. "My mama says I'm too young for that typa thing anyways." He says, his eyes go hard and with one look forces her to say what she was going to say. 

"I haven't ever even touched myself before..." A guttural groan of such utter revelation comes from deep his belly up and out his mouth. He smiled, wider than he ever has before, he's sure of it. "Sweet girl...did I hear yah right? Ain't never touched yourself before?" Her cheeks go bright red and she hides her little face from him. 

A shrug and then a peak through her fingers. "Yeah...I don' wanna sin." He can't help but laugh. Of course he had to expect it. A sweet innocent girl like her, from the most religiously strict state on the map had to be completely and utterly brainwashed. Manners instilled from the very beginning of her life. Everything bodily from a human has to be such an utter sin. Unaccepted to even look with lust. That must be why she's so easily flustered.  

"Oh, yittle one...it's not a sin tah touch yourself. Yah ain't gon' go tah hell for it." She gives him this blank look like the words he says just won't enter her head. "The pleasure of the body is only meant for reproduction.” She quotes her bible scripture. Elvis can imagine her on her knees every night before bed. Her little hands clutches, head bowed. 

He’s certain he could so easily get her in that position for him. With her mouth open instead of shut. Begging to him, he’ll guide her. Show her the wonders of the human body. “I promise yah, sweet girl, I read my bible, I go tah church same as yah do. But I’m older an’ wiser now aren’t I? I know, I talk tah my preacher. He tells me it ain’t a sin.” 

Pudgy bottom lip stuck between front teeth. Fawn eyes slightly droop showing thoughts filled with things unholy and unbecoming of a religious little girl like her. “I couldn’t possibly.” She mumbles, shaking her head, it’s as if the whole restaurant is closing in on her and she can’t run from him, this conversation, or her mind. 

“An’ why not? I promise yah that He won't smite yah down if yah enjoy yourself a little. In fact, my preacher tells me, lovin’ your body, brings yah closer tah Him. No need tah be so shy about it. Everyone does it, even the pastor.” He tries to course her, convince her, corrupt her. Pull her from this little bubble she lives in and make her a part of his world. 

Her eyes go from him, down to the plastic table. Picking at the peeling laminate, working through it in her mind. “You’re a big girl now, girl. Yah gotta do what big girls do.” He knew well what he was doing. Elvis knows she’s away from her Mama and Papa, he knows she ain’t never had to make a real choice in her life. They chose her school, in turn her friends. 

Now, she’s all alone in California, in with a guy much older than her. Elvis knows she misses her Papa, she sees his dominating commanding nature in him and craves for it. For the guiding hand. Do just about anything he’d ask, if he really did ask. “I don’t even know how.” Her lips part, her sheep’s eyes peer through her long little lashes. 

That iconic Elvis grin crawls across his lips. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with not knownin’ yet. You’re just a small girl in any case, aren’t yah?” He leans forward, taking her hands. He caresses over the knuckles. “That’s why yah have me, baby. Someone a yittle older, a yittle wiser, huh?” 

When you’re around someone like Elvis Presley, when he grins, you grin. Even if slight, she does smile. She’s seen sound of music, one of the only movies approved by her strict parents. She knows, “Sixteen Going On Seventeen.” Her tongue darts out, licking over her lips with she sings slightly.    

“You need someone older and wiser. Telling you what to do~” She recites the lyrics to him, he grins, shifting in his seat. Scootching closer, hell, he’s upset at the table for being in between them. He looks so giddy hearing her sing. “Yeah, exactly like that, baby. Yah get it now.” Then he reaches out, his thumb gliding over her lips, wiping off some sauces. 

His thumb goes back to his mouth, licking it. Tasting the saltiness of his skin, his eyes seeing the way she wriggles in her seat. “Will yah let me help yah, baby?” He asks and then shakes his head, knowing that he shouldn’t even give her the choice. “I’ll help yah, yittle one.” He lets go of her, his hips buck forward as he digs out his wallet. 

He throws some cash on the table. The girl’s eyes go wide, she’d never seen that much cash in her life. He stands up, grabbing her by the arm. There’s no time to gawk, no time to wait. A new play thing, something so exciting for him. A break from his usual every day in life. Her legs drag behind him, struggling to keep up with him. 

“Sit down, girl.” He shoves his own blazer jacket off, throwing it onto the nearest chair. He then realises his tone when she doesn’t move. His hand rests on her lower back, slightly pushing her towards the bed. “Right there, on the edge of the bed, sweet girl.” She does comply, shuffling forward and sitting down like he asked. 

Her pink church dress puffs out around her. The leather jacket contrasts the pink so harshly, so gorgeously. She fiddles with the little frills of the dress. Elvis crouches down in front of her, on his hunches. He looks up at her, his large hands resting on her knees. She can hear his breathing and it feels like he’s eating her alive. 

Elvis’ hands slide under the hem of the dress. Warm against cold. Her skin is tan like his, used to spending all that time in the sun on her farm. Not used to the luxuries of an air conditioner. Her breathing hitches, her teeth cage her lower lip. The sound comparable to a growl comes from his throat. 

“Stop doin’ that.” His one hand reaches up, pulling her lip from her teeth. “Stop it. If ya keep doin’ that I’m gonna have tuh kiss yah, yittle one.” Again, she sucks in breath at the thought of that. He grins slightly, his eyebrows raise. “Yah like that? Yah like the idea o’ me kissin’ yah?” A laugh threatens to come from him.  

She’s so sweet, really. Wanting to be kissed but too scared to say it. Or too innocent to even know it. He raises himself, his face close to hers. So close, one lean forward and their lips would touch. He threatens it, toying with her like this. He knows how a girl idolizes their first kiss and he wants to be the one to make those dreams come true. 

But now isn’t the time that that’ll happen. He stands up, his crotch now replacing where his face was. She can feel the coldness of his rings when his hand slides under the leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders. “Mind if I...?” He doesn’t say it, he knows if he says it, it’s all too real for her. This should stay a haze, a fantasy in her mind. He knows she’d be far too scared of the reality of what’s really happening. 

A nod, too far from there in the mind. He makes sure his movements are slow, like a scared little deer. Any sudden jerk might break this daze she’s in. He shoves the jacket to the side, it slides off the bed. His large hands grasp at her back, keeping her still as his other hand gently slides down the zipper. The dress opens and her guides it off her shoulders. 

Then lower, guiding her to lift her little bum, then letting it pool down on the floor. She blushes, looking away. “Ah-ah-ah, none of that now. I’m just’ teachin’ yah somethin’. Nothin’ tah be ashamed of now, my yittle lady.” He says, guiding her to look back at him. “Much better now, look at yah, so pretty,” he coos, softly caressing her cheek. 

Elvis then takes her by she shoulders, carefully guiding her so that she lays down. Her hair splaying out. He takes a pillow, carefully sliding it under her head. Then he just stands there, seeing her. The matching frilly white bra, panties and socks. Smooth skin, slight stretch marks from a young girl’s body settling after puberty. 

The little blonde hairs trailing from her belly button down, lower. Unkept curly hair, her mother likely forbade any grooming of that sort too. Wide hips that hid under the dungarees and church dress. And a waist that curves, like his own little porcelain doll. Her big round eyes looking up at him makes him think of a play thing even more. 

His breathing is heavy, yet controlled, effort into each thing he does. He hunches down again. His fingers hook under the pink frilly panties, her breath gets suck in her throat and he instantly notices. “It’s alright, baby. It’s okay, yittle one, you’re okay.” He coos, the cold air hits her when he slides the panties down. He holds them up for her to see. 

“Isn’t that the cutest little thang?” She’s bright red and goes even redder when he takes a deep sniff. “God, baby, yah smell divine.” She’s forced to remember how much he distastes it when she hides from him when his lip pulls up disgust when her hands come up. He shoves the panty into his back pocket. Then, in one swift motion, he pins her hands down by her sides. 

“What’d I day? Huh?” He grips her hands tighter, grabbing her attention. “Tell me. What did I tell yah?” She whimpers, her voice shaky from shame. “No hidin’. Nothin’ tah be ashamed o’.” He nods along with her as she speaks. “Come on now, I thought yah were a good girl? I thought yah’d do as I say.” Fear spawns behind her eyes and Elvis revels in it. 

She nods her head frantically. “I am. I am good.” Everything in her, from the way she was raised, her faith and her heart commands her to be obedient. To follow instructions from her elders well. From a man, well. And he is both of those. And if she knew the authority he held, she’d likely be even more submissive than now. 

“Are yah? Prove it tah me. Do as I say.” He challenges her, raising his brows as if he doesn’t believe that she would. But he knows he picked just the right girl. “I will. I will.” Still so eager to please, frantic that he won’t give her the attention she craves so far from her parents. “Good...good...” He slowly lets go of her hands. 

His grip holds her like a prize, a stack of books, like you would a burger that you’re ready to stuff into your mouth and simply devour. Elvis’ thumbs caress the skin, his breathe tickles her. “I’m gonna show you what tah do then I want yah tah copy me alright?” Restless to gratify she replies with a: “Yes, sir.” He can’t do it anymore. He just can’t tease her like this. He needs her, now. 

Thumb traces down, hand slides down her slit. She gasps, her hips snapping up. His other hand holds her down. Then his thumb presses against her sensitive nub. She huffs air out, trying to comprehend this new experience. He makes small circles, absolutely loving the noises that escape her. Elvis takes in just how soaked she is for him and gladly slides a finger inside her. 

She’s so wet and warm and tight around his finger. She whines, clenching around his finger and sucking him in deeper. “You’re so tight, baby, oh lord forgive me.” He groans, beginning to pump into her. She mewls and gasps and makes just about any noise she can. Then, he pulls out, leaving her gaping and feeling empty. 

He grins, licking his finger clean. “Fuck, sweet girl, yah taste so fuckin’ good.” She blushes, whining and her thighs rub together. She’s looking for that friction again. “No, youngin’, it’s your turn now.” He takes her hand, guiding it down to her fur. “Do it, yittle one, jus’ like I showed you.” The girl huffs, small, slender hands copying the motions of Elvis. 

“There yah go, darlin’. See, now, doesn’t that feel good?” She can only reply with gasps and whimpers. “Does that feel like a sin to you?” He grins, knowing that her body is rewriting the brainwash of the south. Screaming at her that this is good and it doesn’t matter what anyone but Elvis says. “It does~ Feels so good~” 

Elvis’ grin can’t be wiped away. He watches as her fingers, on instinct, slide inside herself. Just like he did. She’s chasing that high and she’s at her most vulnerable now. He leans down, thumbs hooking under her bra, lifting it so that her pink little nips spring free. He flicks against the hard bud, he gasps and he chuckles. 

“So good, huh?” He knows the first time that edge comes so quickly. The body experiencing this amount of pleasure for the first time, is quick to crumble. “Say you’ll be mine, youngin’. Say it. I know you want to. Don’t fight it.” He whispers in her ear, his tongue dragging from her collarbone all the way up. He lowers his hips, grinding himself against her wiggling stomach. 

She replies with a gulp. “E-elvis. S-somethin's wrong. Somethin’s happenin’.” She whispers, her voice shaky. He looks down, her fingers so quick that it makes a lewd wet noise. “That’s gon’ happen, baby, just let it. You’ll see, feel so good, jus’ keep goin’ like this.” He guides her through it, making her even more dizzy when his lips attach to her nipple. 

“I-ah~” She gasps, moaning as her body spasms, shaking, the pleasure wracks through her. Like boiling water burning your skin. So quick and sudden and then it spreads all through you. Everywhere, nothing but over sensitive pleasure. “Say it, I wanna hear yah say it.” He coaxes her, knowing nothing will make sense now. Her brows furrow, “Huh?” 

He pretends to be upset that she doesn’t know, convincing her that she should. “Come on, yah said yah’d be mine. Don’t change your mind now. Not after what I just taught yah.” He makes sure to scold her and not comfort her, like she really needs now. So needy to keep him happy and to be held. “No, no, I wouldn’t- I-I'll be yours, Elvis, I’ll be yours.” 

He grins, big and wide and peppers her face with kisses. “That’s my good girl, such a good little girl, aren’t yah? Jus’ for me?” She preens under his praise, a dazed smile overcoming her. “Jus’ for you.” He coos, coddling her close against his body as he lies down next to her. 

“My poor baby, mus’ be so tired, aren’t yah?” A mumble, always agreeing with him. “I know, I know, poor girl. A lot for a youngin’ like yah?” He soothes, caressing her hair, peppering kisses, hugging her close, overwhelming her with him and him only. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay yittle one. Yah can sleep, I’ll watch over yah, baby. Yah can sleep in my arms.”  

And like always, she does what Elvis asks of her. And as Elvis grins, holding his new pet close, he can’t help but notice how that sea saltiness lingers on his tongue...

The End?

[eggyeop]

SUMMER !

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ in the heat of the summer u so different from the rest ...

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an: happy summer! .. this is again based on the song summer by brockhampton! perhaps i will insert lyrics, perhaps not.. i was tryna do a summer fling ahhh typa thing here so enjoy lol

was it that you changed him, or he changed for you? ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

themes: lowkey angst, fluff, summer fling, short lived love???,

-

you slid the door separating the kitchen and the living room open, peeking your head to see toji helping you prepare the food for your picnic. "do you need some help? i just got changed.." you walked over and slid your arms around his waist, as he cut the sandwiches into fours.

"mmm... i got it, i ate one or two already though.."

"fatass!" you snaked your head around his arm to give him a silly smile, unsnaking your arms in order to pack the other items.

it was so hot, his traditional home lacking ac, was it worth the scenery when you had to take a cold shower every 30 minutes?!...

your top fluttered slightly as the old fan blew hot air around the house. you prepared the food carefully, placing it into the cute picnic basket you had convinced him to buy for you because it was just too cute.

you both sighed comfortably. "i love it here with you, you know." you softly said, only able to see his quick glance at you as he carefully prepared your things just like you taught him.

"me too .." he drifted off, almost like he was regretting what he had said.

but it made sense he would regret.

because he knew you would have to leave soon.

'in the heat of the summer...'

he helped you lay out the outdoor blanket onto the sand. you were drooling at his outfit, theres no way you were able to pull a man such as him.. but here you are. you drilled the umbrella into the sand, kneeling slightly and pushing the sand against the pole securely.

he sat beside you after placing his and your things, placing his hands on your waist as you finish with the umbrella.

"ah toji! the sunscreen is cold!"

he chuckled, lifting your tankini to rub (your sunscreen you had brought in your luggage, but you weren't getting it back, he liked the scent too much..) over your waist and lower back. you twisted your head to admire him and his glow.

"i need to protect your skin mama... can't have you burning up...love this sunscreen, ‘makes u glow more" he said, reassuring you.

you relaxed in your position, reaching to grab your sunhat. this feeling was intimate in the most loving way, each others company being the biggest thing at that moment. it felt good to be with toji, good when you could domesticate the man that most people fear; his traumas displayed on his back; heart hidden deep within him.

'you know that you should be my boy..'

"ill put some on you too, then we can go feel the water too if you aren't too hungry.." there were soft traces of love in your voice,

yearning.

'in the heat of the summer,'

you held his hand as you ran towards the water, his candid girl. your giggles were intoxicating; the water splashing so satisfyingly as you neared the shore. it was like you temporarily healed him. arms thrown around his neck as you went deeper into the ocean, blabbering to him about how many near-drowning experiences you've had in your life.

'you so different from the rest..'

the way the water glistened onto his abs, the way the sun hit his face..

it made you feel nostalgic.

thats what you thought, as you waved back at him in the midst of the airport crowd.

you two exchanged information-- of course,

but he never heard from you again anyway.

an: this is so unrealistic i let my friend not reply to me for 15 days and i still messaged him like he didn't do that because my life is too boring to be able to ignore someone for over a week so

[babydollmarauders]

Baby Au! Jack missing some typa mile stone in their little girl’s life. I need the angst sooo bad. Does the reader call him to tell him he missed it? Does he find out when he comes home? I just love sad Jack! <3

it was one of Jack’s biggest fears. being on a roadie and missing a milestone in El’s life. luck has been in his favor so far; he was home when she rolled over for the first time, when she started crawling for the first time, when she said her first word “dada”. in the back of his mind, i think he’s always known that he wouldn’t be home for all of them, but we both hoped this day would never come.

i sit on the living room floor, my back to the tv, that currently plays the ongoing Devils vs Kings game. i clutch my phone in one hand, recording my 10 month old, holding my other hand out toward her. she stands at the couch, one of her tiny hands clutching the cushion while the other one reaches out toward me.

“c’mon El, do it again!” i cheer. craning my neck to look back at the tv, the camera pans to Jack on the bench before the faceoff and i point to it. “who’s on the tv? who is that?”

“dada!” El screams, lifting her other hand off the couch to point to the tv.

“that’s it, baby! come to mommy! come to the tv, come see daddy!” i tell her. she rips her eyes from the tv to look back at me before taking a wobbly step forward. “c’mon El! come to mommy!”

she’s fast, having learned that if she isn’t then she’ll fall, practically run-walking over to me. her little hand clutches my fingers as she makes it over to me, a big smile on her face.

“good job, baby girl! you did it!” i exclaim, pulling her in to a hug against my chest. i flip the camera on my phone to look at her as she gazes up at the tv, pointing her finger. the camera films Jack’s face as he skates across the ice to get in position for another faceoff.

“dada!” she cheers. she turns to look at me, noticing my eyes on her rather than where she’s pointing. she used her hand to push my face to look at the tv. “dada! mama, dada!”

“yeah? is that daddy, baby?” i ask, ending the recording.

“dada!” she confirms.

it’s later that night after i put her to bed that i finally get around to sending Jack the video from earlier. i’m laid in bed, finally able to rest for the night.

—

To: Jacky <3

El took her first unassisted steps today during your game! 🥺 got a vid for you!

*attachment: 1 video*

—

it’s not even five minutes later that my phone starts ringing in my hand.

*incoming facetime call: Jacky <3*

i swipe at the screen, accepting the call and waiting for it to connect.

“hey, baby!” i exclaim as it finally connects. Jack sits in his hotel bed, the lights still on in his room. i can hear shuffling in the background, reminding me that Luke is there too. “hey, Lukey!”

“hey, y/n/n!” Luke calls.

“i missed it?” Jack butts into the greetings between his brother and i.

“i’m sorry, Jacky.” i tell him, my voice soft.

“fuck, i can’t believe i missed her first steps. it couldn’t have been a less important milestone?” Jack groans. i watch as tears roll down his cheeks, his eyes slowly reddening as he sniffles.

“baby, you’d hate missing it no matter what milestone it was.” i remind him.

“still.” he huffs, flipping down on his back.

“i’m so sorry. if it makes you feel any better, she was walking to you on the tv.” i tell him. my own eyes start to fill with tears at the sight of his. i can’t imagine how i would feel if the roles were reversed.

“it doesn’t. it actually makes this worse, but i appreciate your sentiments, love.” he wipes at his eyes, sniffling again. “god, i’m a horrible dad.”

“what? no, you’re not! don’t say that!” i exclaim, sitting up in bed in contrast to his laid down position.

“i am. i’m always gone. i missed her first steps.”

“you are not a bad dad. do you hear me, Jack Rowden Hughes?” my words are sternly spoken, leaving no room for debate. “you’re not always gone. you leave because it’s your job. you love hockey, do you not?”

he nods in response.

“exactly. you leave what, 3 times a month, at most? it’s your job. it’s how you provide for us. i do not want to hear you talk bad about yourself just because you missed one thing. you’re a fantastic father. you love her. you care for her. dear god, you spoil her rotten. you do everything you can to give her the best childhood she could possibly have. you missed her first steps, i understand being upset about it, but you’re gonna be there for SO many more. she’s gonna know that you’ll be there for her, no matter what.”

Jack wipes at his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie, nodding his head.

“thank you, babe.” his tears have stopped, leaving his eyes slightly puffy. “i love you. so much.”

“i love you too, honey.” i smile, blowing him a kiss and making him chuckle.

“she asleep?” he asks and i rise from the bed.

“yeah, i’ll show you.” i tell him, walking out of Jack and i’s room and into El’s nursery. i stop by her crib, flipping the camera to show her laying on her back, sprawled out on the mattress. “she’s your child.”

“what are you talking about? she gets that from you! mrs. i need to lay starfish!” Jack laughs.

“liar. that’s so you.” i rebut, but we both know its both of us. it’s the exact reason we have such a big bed.

“sometimes i look at her and it just amazes me that we made her. that’s us, combined.” he sighs, staring at her through the phone. “i miss her.”

“only two more days, Jacky.” i remind him.

“two more days.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

REE!! Just read already best friends it took my ass all day!! But I wanted to be comfortable in bed when I read it 😭 UGHH I FUCKING LOVED IT. That so called “best friend” (fake jealous ass bitch) NEEDS HER ASS BEAT, WHOOPED, DRAGGED!! ALL OF THE FUCKING ABOVE

I’m gonna put some of my favorite things from the fic below:

Visit you at work and photoshop you in compromising pictures with different men to make it seem as if you were doing more than just giving them dances and sent it to Jack through a text message. This is really another level of miserable 😐

amila- Jack it’s Camila, I hate to be the one to tell you this. But Y/N isn’t as innocent as she seems. I don’t want for her to string you along anymore seeing as it’s been almost eight months. I’m actually surprised that she kept it up for this long. She does more than dance for people, she sleeps with them. She’s been lying to you. I’m sorry. This whole thing just REALLLYYYY PISSED ME OFF!! 🔪

Jack- Y/N, I didn’t want to do this over a text but, I have a lot of things going on and I feel as though we need to take a break from our relationship for a while. “I didn’t want to do this over text” THEN DONT!! BE A MAN AND FACE HER 🙄

And to think you told your mom and grandmother about him. SHE TOLD THE GRANDMA BROOO 😭 and he broke up with her OVER TEXT!!

And that he wanted to bring you to Kentucky to spend Thanksgiving with his family. AND YOU THE TYPA GIRL I WANNA BRING TO THANKSGIVING!!

“I love you, Mila. Thank you for being the one person that I can always count on.” THE IRONYYYY. Like she’s telling this evil ass bitch she lovers her & don’t even know what this hoe did!!

“Of course, baby girl. I am always going to be here for you. Until the end of time and even after that. All we need is each other.” And here comes her fake ass response, like bitch NO U NEED HER 🖕🏽

“But you really liked him and I was excited to meet him so he better get his shit together and make me a great grandmother.” Nana’s in the hospital bed preaching 😭

“Girl, please. You know you want him and only him. I’ll stop picking with you for now, but do me a favor and drop his address when I get out of rehab. Nana will set him straight.” Someone please tell me, where I go or what I gotta do to get a Nana like this 💀 I feel like this would be @hoodharlow as a grandma, DONT MESS WIT HER FAMILY 😭 or you will be catching them hands.

“I deserved to have that relationship, not her.” BITCH U DIDNT EVEN WANT HIM!! YOU WANTED THAT LIGHT SKIN BIG HEADED ASS HOE DRAKE 😐

I’m not holding on for a got damn thing. Get your shit out of my apartment and you better not come back. I… consider this friendship over with. Who knew you were a jealous ass bitch. Oh, and find another person to get you to help pay for your tuition next semester, I’m done. FIRST OFF, YN told this bitch the fuck off. AS SHE MOTHAFUCKIN SHOULD!! But what gets me is SHE WAS HELPING THIS FAKE WACK ASS HOE WITH HER TUITION?! AND THAT’S HOW SHE WANNA DO HER🤨 ANDDDD I STILL THINK SHE SHOULDA GOT HER ASS BEAT THE FUCK UP 🗣️

jackharlow: the baddest to ever do it. first black principal dancer of americanballettheater that's my wife yall 😍 YALL SEE THAT!! BLACK PUSSY POWER AT ITS FINEST!! Babygirl is married ANDDDD got her dream job 😘

lilnasx: jackharlow I'm spoken for. he better download a dating app. This….this just killed me 💀

REE YOU ALWAYS FUCKIN EATTTT, IM SO GLAD I WAITED TO READ THIS 🫶🏽😭

I FUCKING LIVE FOR YOUR REACTIONS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

YES TO ALL OF THIS AND THANK YOUUUU MAMAS 🥺

Jackman was wrong for not letting her explain

Don't even get me started on Camila

Yess Nana gives me Blanca vibes because I know she doesn’t play about the people she cares about

And Camila wanted Drake's ass not Jack

When she saw how her "bestie" was happy she was like where is my boo at? She doesn't deserve him

WHEN SHE DID DESERVE HIM

And yesss the ultimate form of black girl magic! Jack made sure to help her dream come true 😭😭

Druski and Nas always be going at it and don't know how to act lmaooooo

Who knows, I might do another insta au that shows married life for them and her thriving being the badass she is 😌💕

[dayasbun]

Fame - Angus Cloud (4)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 {reading now}

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“Fuck right there- Oh my god please-” You moaned holding his hair. “You never had anyone eat your pussy like this before right?” he said eating deeper as you moaned and squirmed. “Only you baby, this pussy is only you-”

“Yo wake the fuck up, you making weird noises and shit.”

You sat up taking in a deep breath and inspected your surroundings. There stood a worried Angus with a mug in his hand. “I'm fine...” you said quite unconvincingly.

“You sure? I went to make you some tea and came back to you rolling around and groaning and shit, thought that strange netflix monster had come to you or sum.”

“The demogorgan-”

“Yeah that shit!” He sat next to you on the edge of the bed. “Nightmare?” he asked softly as he handed you the tea.

“Well not exactly...” You took the warm mug and took in a long swig of the warm goodness. It's not like you were just going to openly tell him ‘Oh no, I just had a dream about you eating me out and I loved every second of it.’ “Actually yeah, a nightmare.” you lied.

“I hate those, what was yours about?”

“I...a monster ate me alive and I couldn't stop it.”

Angus shook his head. “Damn mamas, I’m sorry. Those suck, I know its like 2 pm, but let’s eat some breakfast and try to forget about it.”

You nodded standing up and stretching “Thanks...for the tea.”

“Of course, don’t girls love tea? Ion know, I don't really be sleeping with girls that often.” He chuckled walking into the small kitchen.

“Tea is amazing!” You exclaimed, following him and sitting on the counter. “I love tea in all seasons, it has so many benefits.”

“Yeah? What’s some of them benefits.”

“Well green tea has amazing antioxidants, and is a more naturally caffeinated drink than coffee- with not as many negative results. But don't get me wrong, I really do love my coffee- anyway! Tea can help straighten and strengthen bones, brighten your smile, and help you lose weight!!”

“Oh wow.” He laughed “I didn't even care about all that tea shit, just wanted to hear your voice. But it was actually kinda interesting.”

“Yeah- and don't worry about a lack of my voice, I never shut up.”

“You right about that; but before you get all defensive, its aight. I like hearing you blab off about random stuff ion care about.”

You felt your face grow hot as you stifled a giggle that wanted to come out. “Thank you. I think I talk too much, but hey, can't really stop it y’know?” Angus nodded as he cracked 5 eggs into a pan. “You just be going off about stuff- actually you was sleep talking a little bit.”

Fuck.

“Yeah? What was I saying?” you asked innocently, hoping he didn't say what he was most definitely about to say.

“Well it was when you had that nightmare. Was the monster a cow or sum? Cuz you kept saying ‘Angus’ so like.” He turned to look at you “I figure it wasn’t me, but it was probably like...some beef monster.”

“Oh yeah, for sure a beef monster.”

“And that beef monster was eating you huh?”

You smoothly tucked your hair behind your ear and nodded with a sweet smile “Mhm.”

Angus gave you a quick up and down look before turning around and continuing to scramble the eggs. You had to change the current topic or you'd die of embarrassment, so you decided to bring up the topic of the show instead. “Do you know which scenes we’re filming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, no sex scenes until next week. Tomorrow they finna do you coming back and me reminiscing on the old times.”

“Okay cool. I have those lines down, pretty simple...” You mumbled.

“Yeah me too.”

A butcher knife couldn't even cut the tension in the room right now. Fuck, a chainsaw couldn't either.

“So like... I’m gonna go change and I'll be right back? Sound good?”

“You can wear summa my stuff. If you want- you don’t got to i'm just offering.”

“Oh that'd be great thanks! You know my trailer is just so far away!” You joked, knowing that it was only next door. You hopped off of the counter and followed him back into the room you two had just come out of.

“You just want one big shirt? Girls be doing that alot nowadays.”

“Yeah, thanks that'd be great...”

“So the biggest shirt I got got some barbecue stains on it- ignore it. I just went off on some spicy wings the other day-”

You burst out laughing and sat on the bed “Gus it’s fine, gimme!” You pulled your shirt off and held out your hands. He turned back around to find you only in your bra and shorts.

“Yooooo-”

“Its fine, we have to be completely naked with each other next week. Titties are just titties.” You took the shirt out of his hands and put it on. After pulling off the shorts that you wore underneath the shirt; that was more like a dress- and folding them, you walked back into the kitchen and reclaimed your spot on the counter.

“Well I know one problem we won't have!” You stated with a smirk.

“Yeah, and what's that?”

“Drake was worried you wouldn't be able to ‘get it up’...but honestly, I don’t think it'll be too hard.”

“Why you think that?”

“Look down.”

Sure, Angus wouldn't let you live down the wet dream you had about him for quite a while, but you'd never let him live down the boner he got- just from seeing you in a bra.

+

“So. Let's get to the real real.” Storm said pulling her knees up to her chest with a grin. “What the hell is going on with you and Angus?”

You, Storm and Daya were hanging in your trailer. You three were the only girls that didn't have scenes to film right now, Alexia, Barbie and the rest of the female cast were shooting night scenes. They had helped you set up the place to seem more homey, and now the newly formed trio you were a part of was in your bed with microwave popcorn, juicy juice, and twizzlers.

“Nothing Storm! Actually nothing I-”

“Nope, don't do that.” Z quickly cut you off. “Everyone can see it, it’s like what everyone on set talks about.”

“What?-”

“Plus, he talks about you too much, and you do the same with him! Earlier I said I wanted to pop some microwave popcorn and you started telling me about some conspiracy he told you about popcorn and microwaves, how they’re a secret way in for the government- like girl! Don't tell me you're so whipped that you're out here believing this stuff!”

“OKAY! Okay! I get it...look Gus is-”

“Gus?! You call him Gus?”

“Yeah?-”

“He literally hates that nickname with a passion. He gotta love you.” Storm chuckled grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Okay well Angus is cute. He’s sweet and funny and caring- BUT. I won’t let anything happen between us, it’s like...business. This field is acting- and I don't think it would be good for us to do anything more, especially during filming.”

Z sighed. “Falling for your costars is weird.”

“Yeah.” Storm chimed in. “Our girl Daya been there and done that...but it never really affected her acting. She's so talented that she could keep it hidden off screen and focus on her character. I mean I know you talented Y/N...but you not my big sis like Z, so I don't really know how you'd be able to deal with it yet. Drake already seemed a bit iffy about it because he could tell you two had a little something going, but the thing comforting him is y'all are talented. So he knows you can do it- I know you can too.”

“Yeah he sent us a letter about it...it's just hard. I can't lose this role, I've come so far.”

“I don't think you’ll lose it. I think you'll be fine. Just keep a business mindset when on set. What goes on off screen and behind closed doors is your business, girl. Drake or nobody can stop that- Jesus can't even stop that!”

You and Storm giggled at Zendaya’s last comment. “Yeah yeah yeah...okay I get it guys. I got this- period.”

“Period.”

“Period...So were you one of those girls that watched all the Fez scene compilations on Youtube and drooled?” Storm teased you.

“No!” You said firmly, knowing you were lying.

“Oh she definitely was.”

“I wasn't!”

“I just don't see it! Angus is just not attractive to me, he looks like one of those guys that stop you at the gas station with a ghetto ass group of friends- he rubs his hands together and then screams ‘Hey baby lemme get yo numbaaaa!!!!’“

In response, you practically fell over laughing “Stoppp no!”

The rest of the night was filled with giggles and whispers, and by 1 AM, you, Z, and Storm were all huddled up in your little twin trailer bed. They snored softly but you couldn't seem to sleep. Just as you were .1 seconds away from drifting off, your phone buzzed next to you.

Angus☁️: u uppppp

-oh wow yeah that's not the most fboy thing ever to send at 1:27 am

Angus☁️:  see all you had to say was yes you didn't have to do allat

-can i help you mr cloud

Angus☁️: what typa help you offering?

-whatever help you need.

Angus☁️: you finna have some more beef dreams tonight?

-you finna get a boner if you see me in my bra again?

Angus☁️: maybe.

-then i'll say maybe too.

Angus☁️: you're too much

-i know i am, did you film today?

Angus☁️: ye i had some scenes wit jacob

-wit

Angus☁️: leave me alone

-you texted me

-and wow you sound really mature rn not at all like a five year old

Angus☁️: if i was w you rn id make you regret that

-was that supposed to be a threat or a way to try to make me sext

Angus☁️: both

-you should go text all the hoes you have waiting for you at home

Angus☁️: im texting them at the same time

-boy...

Angus☁️: im plAyin

Angus☁️: only you :)

-getting soft???

Angus☁️: no and i wish this was instagram dms so i could unsend it fuck

-fuck

Angus☁️: thats another thing you was saying during your ‘nightmare’

-STOP NO I WAS NOT

Angus☁️: yeah i know you wasnt lmao i just like messing w you

-you can mess w me whenever you want to

Angus☁️: oh bet????

-goodnight angus

Angus☁️: nah i want you to tell me about me messing w you

Angus☁️: damn you really left

Angus☁️: thats wrong 

Angus☁️: doing me dirty

-GTS MY PHONE KEEPS GOING OFF

Angus☁️: then put it on silent?

-NO

Angus☁️: ill stop being annoying if you come over here

-i cant, im w z and storm too

Angus☁️: shit okay well it was worth a shot

-why, what was you planning to do

Angus☁️: cuddle

-its fr time for you to go bed, i think your sleepiness is making you too soft and taking the hood away

Angus☁️: goodnight

-goodnight

Angus☁️: gn

-gn

Angus☁️: night

-night

Angus☁️: GOODNIGHT

-OKAY GN

Angus☁️: STOP REPLYING

Angus☁️: night

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TDS 17

"The Dragneel Scrapbook"

Rated M.

In collaboration with @ccrispy :D

Summary: They've loved each other every step of the way, from becoming partners to getting married, and now they get to experience raising kids. Snapshots of the Dragneel family life.

Read earlier chapters on FF.net

Chapter 17

Come Here!

Mira sat Nashi in one of the guild's booths before grabbing a tray stacked with booze-filled mugs. She carried it with such skill and grace, making it look easy to balance all of the cups without spilling an ounce of liquid. She had offered to watch Nashi at the guild so that Lucy and Natsu could both go on a job with the rest of their team.

Watching Nashi was easy for her. Not only did her cooking manage to sedate her when she was crying her lungs out, her magic also managed to amaze her. Cana had told her that Nashi wasn't quiet in awe, and that she was quiet out of fear thanks to her Satan Soul causing a shiver to run down anyone unlucky enough to be close by. The girl dismissed her. Her magic wasn't scary. It was impressive!

After handing everyone their orders, Mira made her way back to Nashi, who was munching happily on chicken- Mira had removed the bone to make sure the child wouldn't choke. Mira would never forget the day Nashi was old enough to consume normal food. Natsu and Lucy had busted inside the guild, ordering one of everything. Tears were streaming down their faces, glad to finally be able to eat anything other than mashed potatoes.

Nashi was growing up right before everyone's eyes. They were scared that if they blinked, Nashi would turn into a full-sized adult. Instead of needing to be put in a highchair, she could sit in normal seats. She didn't need her head to be supported anymore because she could do it herself, she knew how to stand, and she could finally eat solid food thanks to the tiny, sharp teeth that she now had. She had even hinted at taking her first step. It hadn't happened yet, but it was sure to happen soon.

Nashi was a pink-headed ball of curiosity, constantly crawling around and exploring her surroundings. At the guild, she and the twins were always traveling together. They would wait for her to catch up while she faithfully crawled after them.

Mira glanced at Nashi in the corner of her eye to make sure she wasn't venturing off to places she shouldn't be. Last time, she nearly crawled right out the door.

"It's so crazy to think that Natsu and Lucy have a kid now," Cana said, grabbing the girl's attention.

"You think so?" Mira asked, a pleasant smile forming over her face. "I knew they would get together from the start."

"Well yeah, we all did. Hell, remember the betting pool we had for them? I just meant that it's weird how much time has passed. We were all just kids before, and now some of us are raising our own!"

"What about you? When are you going to settle down and start a family?"

Cana gave a face-splitting grin and lifted her booze. "Never! That just ain't me, you know that. I don't wanna settle down or nothing. I'd rather be the cool aunt that slips these kids some booze behind their parents' back when they wanna party or something. What about you? You don't strike me as the typa girl who doesn't want kids."

Mira shrugged. "I wouldn't mind if it happened, but I'm not actively planning for it either. I think after raising Lisanna and Elfman, I did my fair share. Besides, babysitting my OTP's kid is enough for me! Nashi is proof that I finally managed to get them together!"

Speaking of Nashi, Mira glanced towards the child again. She was sitting with the Jutla and Yajee, all the while babbling words that nobody could understand. It would take a while longer before she would be able to say her first real word.

As Yajee left the table, Jutla followed closely behind. The two always shadowed each other and were never found without their counterpart. Nashi's mouth parted before she carefully climbed off the booth. Wobbling unsteadily, the child got down on all fours and crawled after them.

However, the twins were moving too fast for her to catch up. Releasing a frustrated noise, Nashi stood back up on her feet. She swayed as if she was going to fall over, but she managed to keep balanced.

Mira's eyes went wide at the scene.

"I think Nashi's about to take her first step!" she exclaimed. At this, the entire guild stopped what they were doing and whirled their heads to find the child shakily lift her right foot.

"Oh no! Lu-chan and Natsu aren't here! They're going to miss it!" Levy said with a frown.

"Do we stop her then?" Cana questioned.

But it was too late. Right in front of their eyes, Nashi swung her foot forward and took her very first step. The guild roared with cheers, nearly scaring her enough to make her fall back on her bum. After the first step, she went for another.

"Oh my gosh, she's doing it!" Levy said. "Good job, Nashi!"

"Come here, Nashi!" Mira exclaimed, holding her arms out in front of her. Nashi glanced towards her, lifting her foot to take another step when someone else shouted.

"No, come here!" Cana said.

Rerouting directions, Nashi took a step towards the brunette.

"No fair! I want her to walk to me!" Macao protested. "Come here, Nashi! Come on!"

And with that, war had begun.

"She's gonna come to me!" Cana shouted. "Just watch!"

Levy furrowed her brows and shot back, "No, she's going to come to me!"

"You know what this calls for?"

"Betting pool!" everyone shouted in unison. They threw together a large sum of money before they resumed beckoning towards Nashi.

"I bet she'll choose me," Cana said, a wide grin on her face.

"No, she will come to Juvia!" the blue-headed girl replied. "Nashi spends much more time with Juvia!"

"Well she spends even more time with me!" Levy argued.

Mira flashed them all a smile. "There's no point in trying. She'll come to me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because she's got Natsu's genes in her, and if there's one thing Natsu loves almost as much as he loves his family, it's food. I am the one who feeds Nashi."

Everyone else shared a worried glance. She had a point. Nashi may not have even been a year old, but her appetite rivaled those of Fiore's championship eaters who competed in shoveling large amounts of food down their gullets. It didn't help that Mira's food was to die for.

"Come to your Aunt Mira," the woman calmly said. She knew there was no way she could lose. Sure, Levy may have spent more time with her, but food was the way to the child's heart.

Sure enough, Nashi tilted her head to the side before taking a wobbly step towards her.

"No fair!" Cana shouted. "You're the babysitter! You can't be part of the bet!"

"Says who?" Mira replied. She crouched down to Nashi's level, wiggling her fingers in an attempt to make the child go faster and end their bet already.

Everyone groaned, watching as Nashi took step after step towards the take-over mage. Curse her and her insane cooking abilities.

Just as Nashi was right within reach, the grand doors to the guild swung open, revealing Team Natsu.

Natsu roared his typical greeting as they all entered. Immediately, their eyes landed on the large pile of money that sat on one of the tables. They then looked at all of the adults in the guild crouched down with their arms held in front of them. Then, their gazes traveled to where Nashi stood with one leg dangling in the air as if she was going to take a step.

Lucy pushed Natsu out of her way as she took a step closer towards Nashi.

"Wait! Is Nashi walking!?" she shouted. "Tell me we didn't miss her first step!"

"Sorry, Lu-chan," Levy replied, followed by an awkward chuckle. "If it makes you feel better, Nashi is really good at walking!"

Natsu and Lucy fell to the ground, their faces pale.

"I can't believe we missed it!" Natsu cried, tears flowing down his cheeks.

"We'll never get to see that moment!" Lucy joined in. Before she could really start the waterworks, her eyes darted to the pile of money again. Then it hit her. "Wait a second, are you all betting on something?"

The guild froze, sweat dripping down their foreheads.

"N-No! Of course not!" Macao answered.

"He's lying," Natsu said. "His heartbeat is going crazy. What's the bet this time? Who're you guys tryin' to get together?"

"That's not it," Lucy replied, her brows furrowing. "They're betting on who Nashi is going to walk to!"

"Oh, I want in on this," Gray said, tossing some jewels to the pile. Holding his hands out in front of him, he created a Happy-shaped ice cube. "Come to your Uncle Gray, Nashi! Remember how I always babysit you? Time to return the favor!"

Erza cleared her throat before casually placing some of her own money in the pile. She hadn't spent as much time with Nashi as Gray had, but she'd be damned if she lost a competition of any kind.

"Nashi," she called out, her voice stern. "Come."

Before Lucy could protest, a light appeared out of nowhere as Loke stepped through his gate on his own accord.

"Hey, Lucy. Don't mind me, just joining this bet really quick," he said. At her bewildered look, he held his hands up in surrender. "Can you blame me? It's easy money! Nashi loves me. Besides, I'm the lion spirit with cat ears, kids can't resist!"

"Will you guys quit betting on our family!?" Lucy demanded, planting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah!" Natsu chimed in. "Besides, we're the ones who're gonna win this bet!"

"Huh?" Lucy watched as Natsu threw all of their earnings from the job they just returned from into the pile. "Natsu! That's all of our money!"

"Exactly!" the pink-headed boy replied, a toothy grin stretching over his face. "Don't worry, Luce! We're gonna win this for sure!"

"What makes you so sure?"

"We're Nashi's parents! 'Course she'll come to us!"

Lucy blanched as Natsu crouched down and started calling for their daughter. There went their money for the week. Well, there was no going back now, and she was not about to let everyone else win a bet based off of her family anymore.

"Come to Mama!" Lucy said, waving frantically. The child glanced at her before taking a step towards her. "That's it, Nashi! You can do it!"

As everyone beckoned for the child to come their way and used magic or food in an attempt to lure her, Nashi only took straight steps towards her parents. Natsu and Lucy watched in awe as she walked. She was really walking!

"I can't believe she's walking already," Lucy said, tears pricking her eyes. It felt like only yesterday when she was sporting a baby bump.

"Yeah, I know," Natsu replied. His heart was full of warmth as he took in the happy smile on his daughter's face. "She's growin' up so damn fast. She needs to stop!"

"I agree! But at the same time, I'm so proud of her!"

"I know! Look at her go!"

Finally, the bet ended as Nashi took the last step towards her parents. They wrapped her up in a tight hug, both of them praising her.

"Good job, Nashi!" Natsu exclaimed, planting a kiss on the girl's forehead. "You did it!"

"We're so proud of you," Lucy added. She knew that Nashi couldn't understand a word they were saying, but she refused to go without praising her daughter.

Natsu gave his wife a wide grin. "Told ya she'd come to us! She'll always come to us because she's our little girl!"

"Until she's old enough to get a boyfriend," Happy said, flying over them.

"Or a girlfriend," Lucy added with a shrug.

Natsu furrowed his brows at the two and clutched Nashi close to his chest. "She's not allowed to have either!"

Mira and Cana watched as the family began to bicker and tease Natsu.

"You know," Cana began, leaning against the bar and taking a swig of alcohol before continuing, "I don't think I mind losing the bet this time."

"Me neither," Mira replied with a smile. "What a happy family."

[tastingmellow]

Try Me

A/N: So I realized I’ve been making the reader more sweet and there is nothing wrong with that but I want to show a side of the reader that Erik has yet to see!

Summary: Somebody speaks down on your daughter and they aren’t scared of Erik...but they should be terrified of you.

Warnings: Cursing.

Word Count: You know I don’t know so why even assume that I might this time?

“Erik, we gotta go. The wedding starts soon, I don’t want to be late.” You say, smoothing our your daughter’s red dress. She twirled around happily as Erik made his way out of the the living room, fixing the cuffs in his shirt. You adjusted his tie and smoothed out his jacket.

“I forgot how good you looked in a suit, baby.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself as you eyed him. He chuckled and kissed your lips. “God bless sun dress season.” He spoke, rubbing your back. You wore a yellow sundress with white scandals, deciding against heels since your cousin’s wedding was outside.

“Mommy, do you have my sweater?” Nala asked, rubbing her arms. “Cold already? Here, baby.” You helped her out it on before you all made your way out the door.

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On the car ride to the venue you got a text from your mom. ‘Vena is coming.’ Is all it read and you groaned, leaning your head back. Erik glanced over at you, grabbing your hand. “What happened?”

“My aunt Vena is coming.” Erik gave a confused look so you further explained. “She’s the super religious woman you met at the reunion last year. She kept saying ‘Sex out of marriage ain’t God’s will.’” Erik nodded in realization, irritation covering his face.

“Oh, yeah. That old broad that kept calling Nala a brat and ‘unworthy’ to even be in the family?” You nodded, sighing deeply. Your great aunt Vena was so religious and foul, she was on your Dad’s side. She despised you and your mother because you were born outside of of marriage and Vena was just convinced that your mother was the reason your dad stopped coming around her and going to church. That was far from the truth.

“All I know is, today is not the day. Better find somebody to play with.”

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The wedding was absolutely beautiful. Your cousin looked radiant and her husband looked handsome as ever. The guests had now moved to the reception, talking and waiting for the bride and groom to enter. You, Erik, and Nala sat with your parents, talking and chuckling at everyone who came to gush over how gorgeous Nala was.

“She’s so beautiful, I bet she’s just the smartest thing.” Your grandmother spoke, Nala smiling and hugging her legs. You nodded and smiled at the two of them. “She is, so intelligent and she’s such a sponge. Absorbs everything.” You spoke, referring to the fiasco of her repeating everything Erik had said.

“A sponge covered in dirt maybe.” You heard someone mumble and turned, noticing your Aunt Vena. You gave her a tight smile, Erik lightly squeezing your thigh. “Aunt Vena...” You spoke, giving her a weak hug as she gave your mother a fake smile, you as well. “Hey baby, still snacking up with this man, I see.” Your eye twitched, before you slightly chuckled. “Yes, we’re actually engaged.”

“But not married.” She spoke. If your grandmother hadn’t walked off with Nala to greet her cousins Vena would’ve been put in check. You were always taught to respect your elders...as long as they respected you. “And son, you should keep your hands where we can see them.” With that she walked off to hassle someone else.

Erik scowled while you sighed, placing your elbows on the table and rubbing your face, thanking God you’d decided against makeup. Erik leaned over, kissing your cheek and reassuring you that all would be fine while your father had to legit hug your mother with all his strength for her not to get up and swing.

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The bride and groom had made their way out and the food was served. The cake was cut and everything was going well. Nala was off dancing with her big cousins and Erik and your older brother were talking about something. You sat with your mother and some cousins taking a sip from your champagne.

“I don’t know why Aunt Vena acts the way she does. She’s the one who got nearly 5 abortions from sleeping with a married man.” Your cousin spoke, having had too much alcohol. You chuckled in disbelief, so many hidden things about Aunt Vena had been revealed. And apparently they weren’t hidden, everyone knew but no one really talked about it.

“For a woman thinks we don’t know that she doesn’t know who Mike’s father is, she talk a sh—“ you were cut off by your daughter trying to climb on your lap, tears covering her face. You immediately put down your drink, grabbing her and putting her in your lap. The table became silent as everyone gave Nala a worried look.

“What’s wrong, honey?” It took a minute for her to calm down before Nala spoke up in a tiny voice. “That lady yelled at me...” she spoke and pointed to Vena. Your cousin who was just a few months from turning 17 came up to you. “Nala bumped into Vena on accident and for some dumbass reason she called Nala a bastard and pushed her.”

You blinked before looking down at your daughter who was distraught. You thanked your younger cousin before getting up and walking to Erik, placing Nala in his arms. “Hold her and find somebody to go to the ATM machine. Imma need bail.”

You made your way to Vena, tapping her shoulder before politely speaking. “Hey, Aunt Vena. Did you tell Nala she was a bastard and put your hands on her?” You spoke calmly while your Aunt rolled her eyes.

“If I did she deserved it. That little brat doesn’t know how to sit still. I should expect that from her though. Her mama was made the same way she was.” Aunt Vena nodded, taking a sip of her drink before attempting to walk off.

You made your way back in front of her and the tension caught almost everyone’s attention. “I don’t know why but you think just because you’re older Thant you can disrespect anyone, grown folks included.”

“They should respect their elders.” She spoke and you shook your head, chuckling. “With an elder like you, you deserve to have yo’ ass whooped.” Vena looked at you shocked, turning to your father. “Get your child.”

Your mother stepped up before he could speak and shook her head. “No, you need to learn how to stop being an old bag and start respecting your family.” Vena laughed and before she could speak you started again.

“You talk so much shit for a woman who slept with a married man, had a baby out of wedlock, the thing you condemn me and my mom for, being an entire ran through tunnel, and don’t act like we don’t know your oldest son is a pedophile. His ass should be in jail and you know it. But yet there he is. He has touched MULTIPLE kids in our family, and not just girls. But his ass is still invited to family functions. You don’t even know who the father of your youngest is yet you have the audacity to try to condemn for having a child...with a man I love!?”

You looked at her. “What typa bullshit is that?” You were her shit out and she was pissed. “Little girl, watch who you talking t—“ you put your hand up for her to stop talking. “Bitch, shut the fuck up.”

“If I don’t? What’s gonna happen? Your man gon’ put his hands on me? He a sinner and a woman beater?” She spoke, looking to Erik who was livid from the way she spoke to you.

You stepped up, getting closer and lowering your voice, your eyes never moving from hers. “No, he don’t put his hands on women. But I’ll I’ll beat your ass regardless of the consequences. You been putting your hands and mouth on everybody in this family but you touched the wrong child today. So, get to stepping or I swear, on my baby girl, I will fuck up yo life for eternity and make you wish yo’ ass could die faster.”

With that you walked away, grabbing your purse and walking past Erik, nudging your head to go. You kissed your cousin and parents good bye before walking out.

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You had put Nala to bed and you were tired, still irritated but you were better than earlier. You had gotten a text from your mom once you’d gotten home, ‘Vena was so angry when you left 😭. Btw, Tyson was taken to jail tonight. I’m so proud of you, baby. You had me thinking you were about to kill her right there.’ You laughed and told her good night before getting in the shower.

You were lathering your body up when you felt hands wrap around your waist, your back pressing against a muscular chest. You smiled, leaning your head back against him. “If I ain’t know any better I’d thought you were in the military the way you went cold today.” He spoke, lightly kissing your cheek as you laughed. “I just couldn’t take the damn hypocrisy anymore. She deserved it.” You shrugged and reached back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You looked good threatening her old ass.” You laughed loudly before he leaned over and kissed you, his tongue slightly grazing over yours. You sighed and turned around, jumping and wrapping your legs around him. “You think so?” He nodded and softly kissed your neck while grabbing at your ass. “But you’re right, she deserved it. I thought I was scary? Babygirl, you are a couple more levels than me.”

“Only when it comes to my little one. Mother’s instinct.” You shrugged and laughed as he kissed your cheek. “Well, you looked so fine angry, as generic as that shit sound. Let me show you Daddy’s instinct.”

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      *  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒  𝐔𝐏  ,  pretty  kitties  !   i'm  terribly  sorry  abt  my  absence  on  the  dash  alongside  you  angels  ,  &  trust  that  i’m  fully  embarrassed  of  my  slow  ass  ,  but  i  finally  typed  this  baby  out  ,  &  i  can’t  wait  for  y’all  to  meet  my  love  ,  𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔  !

*  ╰   it’s  an  absolute  dishonour  to  meet  you ,   julianna  /  jules  .  at   twenty - one  ,  you’ve  disgraced  the   peralta   family  name  &  failed  to  carry  on  their  legacy  as  an  elite  .  as  a  result  ,  they’ve  requested  that  we  at  the  academy  do  our  best  to  rid  you  of  your  venality  ,  & seeing  as  though  they’re  worth  86m  ,  we  dutifully  obliged  .  while  your   pleonastic  &  inexorable  attributes  have  always  promised  failure  ,  it’s  your  spar  with   pride  &  ghosting  your  breakout  acting  role  after  you  found  out  your  daddy  secured  it  for  you   that  got  you  committed  .  before  we  take  possession  of  you  ,  it’s  imperative  that  we  know  that  you  are  a   cisfem  who  prefers   she  &  her  pronouns  ,  &  you  resemble   diana  silvers  .  your  birthday  is  on   april  26th  ,  making  you  a  recalcitrant  taurus  ,  &  you  were  transported  to  us  all  the  way  from   vail  ,  co  .  at  the  present  time  ,  you  work  off  campus  at   seaside  florist  .  go  ahead  &  purchase  that  extra  large  suitcase  ,  disgrace  .  you’re  going  to  need  it . 

your  name  /  age  /  pronouns  /  timezone  /  etc  .

hiya  loves  !   i  go  by  blue  &  she  /  her  pronouns  ,   i’m  9teen  ,   &  i’m  a  pst  baby  !   i’m  one  of  the  six  lovely  admins  @  #unholy  ,   &  they’re  all  superstars  ,   so  imagine  my  daily  awe  !   anyway  ,   i’m  beyond  excited  to  finally  get  the  ball  rolling  ,   &  share  the  dash  with  you  babes  !

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    💐 :   sweetly  judgmental  ,  adoringly  vindictive   /   vindictively  adoring  ,   witty  ‘n  gritty  ,   bitingly  tender  ,   expressively  stubborn  ,   softly  feral  !

    😈 :   hershey’s  chocolate  ,   brooklyn  pizza  ,   baguettes  ,   collector  edition  copies  of  wuthering  heights  ,   selfies  ,   her  mom  ,   richard  siken  anthologies  ,   twilight  (  #teamedward  )  ,   crowded  movie  theaters  ,   english  gardens  ,   the  air  in  new  york  ,   the  air  in  vail  ,   snowboarding  ,   her  hair  ,   hot  chocolate  (  no  whipped  cream  ,   half  a  bag  of  mini  marshmallows  dumped  atop  )  ,   andrew  garfield  ,   her  discover  weekly  playlist  ,   german  shepherds  ,   harry  potter  ,   lord  of  the  rings  ,   comedies  ,   horror  movies ,   nude  lipstick  ,   chocolate  chip  toffee  cookies  with  sea  salt  drizzled  on  top  ,   mamma  mia  franchise  ,   dissertations  ,   driving  ,   any  typa  jacket  /  coat  ,   being  the  big  spoon  ,   her  father  ,   coca  cola  ,   lilies  ,   disney  t - shirts  ,   her  father’s  films  ,   take  out  ,   farms  ,   italy  (  every  single  crevice  of  it  )  ,   the  plaza  hotel  ,   mint  chip  ice  cream  ,   hats  ,   trains ,   monthly  horoscopes  ,  ancient  history  ,   greenwich  village  ,   maggie  rogers  ,   mating  ritual  ,   vampire  weekend  ,   mitski  ,   the  wombats  ,   magic  bronson  ,   jade  bird  ,   hockey  ,   pretending  to  be  a  fairy / witch  /  mermaid  as  a  child  ,   naruto  ,   avatar  the  last  airbender  ,   stepping  over  state  /  country  lines  ,   hot  water  with  honey  ,   amazon  prime  !

    👿 :   the  marvel  franchise  except  for  the  captain  america  &  thor  trilogies  ,   coffee  &  tea  ,   shorts  ,   sweet  potatoes  ,   layovers  of  any  length  ,   socks  ,   soy  milk  ,   her  arms  ,   chihuahuas  ,   a  song  of  fire  &  ice  novels  ,   super  fudgy  /  rich  cake  &  brownies  ,   cooking  for  herself  ,   being  told  what  to  do  ,   being  wrong  &  having  everyone  know  it  ,   people  who  are  rude  to  employees  ,   bad  tipping  ,   margaret  atwood  ,   her  first  grade  teacher  ,   plastic  coke  bottles  ,   too  much  pepper  in  a  dish  !

 upbringing  &  family  life  ,  life  before  the  academy  ,  etc  .

     julianna  rachel  peralta  was  born  to  a  beauty  -  charmed  family  of  three  ,   with  a  new  yorker  mother  &  italian  father  birthing  the  healthiest  &  happiest  girl  parents  can  dream  for  .    her  mother  ,  susanna  ‘ susie ’  peters  ,   was  coined  the  model  that  pioneered  90′s  fashion  ,  a  la  kate  moss  ,   &  met  julianna’s  father  ,   elio  peralta   (  think  the  francis  ford  coppola  of  this  verse  )  ,   whilst  she  was  briefly  on  set  for  jack  to  see  friend  fran  drescher  .    their  love  stemmed  from  there  ,   after  she  made  a  mocking  comment  &  he  overhead  &  mocked  her  in  return  for  it  ,   &  the  whirlwind  romance  that  captivated  their  world  for  the  next  few  years  led  to  miss  jules  being  born  .    neither  of  her  parents  desired  marriage  from  each  other  ,   rather  believing  that  their  love  knew  no  bounds  ,   even  those  of  matrimony  ,   but  never  did  it  dim  the  bond  held  between  the  small  family  of  three  .    once  jules  was  in  their  arms  ,   they  relocated  from  new  york  to  colorado  ,   into  the  quaint  town  of  vail  ,   surrounded  by  pristine  mountains  &  crystalline  air  ,   where  susie  &  elio  found  a  pocket  of  indisputable  peace  after  a  small  winter  trip  in  their  first  year  of  romance  .

        it  was  there  that  jules  grew  up  ,   &  there  that  the  love  of  her  parents  faltered  .    her  mother  missed  the  world  of  fashion  ,   the  rhythms  &  rhymes  of  the  space  she  knew  as  well  as  in  maintaining  the  fame  that  spotlighted  her  so  ,   while  elio’s  passions  for  turning  out  film  after  film  dwindled  .    &  when  the  offer  from  vogue  came  in  ,   waxing  poetic  about  a  fresh  position  as  a  fashion  editor  ,   both  she  &  elio  knew  that  their  paths  would  veer  .    their  love  was  no  less  ,   but  integral  factors  of  their  relationship  were  now  fractured  ,   &  they  each  desired  after  different  things  .    this  was  all  said  to  julianna  ,   in  soft  tones  &  with  assuring  words  .    yet  ,   never  was  it  promised  that  everything  would  be  the  same  as  it  was  ,   for  the  truth  was  in  something  unsaid  .    susie  moved  to  new  york  ,   while  elio  &  jules  stayed  in  that  mansion  in  the  mountains  ,   &  all  was  as  fair  &  well  as  it  could  be  ,   with  julianna  staying  with  her  mom  during  the  fall  season  &  discovering  every  little  piece  of  italy  in  the  summers  .    christmases  &  hanukkahs  were  always  shared  in  vail  ,   &  susie  tagged  along  european  dives  when  her  schedule  allowed  for  it  .    it  was  as  if  their  relationship  &  subsequent  uncoupling  were  trivial  details  no  one  could  bother  to  account  for  ,  until  ,   in  the  worst  spot  she’s  ever  seen  her  mother  ,   it  came  out  that  elio  peralta  found  a  new  woman  to  share  a  life  with  ,   &  that  their  new  life  together  would  be  housed  in  the  same  home  that  susie  &  elio  specially  chose  &  ,   in  emotional  terms  ,  truly  built  themselves  &  carved  their  family  in  its  foundations  .    it  was  a  betrayal  of  the  deepest  caliber  ,   &  from  there  the  small  peace  that  still  was  at  the  core  of  their  little  family  was  forever  severed  ,   &  it  became  obvious  to  jules  that  those  few  years  were  lucky  .

     she  was  thirteen  when  famed  actress  lily  taylor  (  aka  jennifer  connely  lmao  )  moved  into  her  family  home  ,   bringing  her  adopted  eleven - year - old  twins  with  her  .    in  a  sense  of  loyalty  to  her  mother  &  her  own  hurt  over  the  despair  that  her  father  caused  their  original  trio  ,   jules  was  heartily  &  positively  prepared  to  hate  the  new  additions  to  her  family  with  a  vindictive  fidelity  .    her  plan  was  promptly  overturned  ,   however  ,   when  she  spent  day  upon  day  with  her  new  fam  &  steadily  allowed  them  into  her  heart  .    this  ,   of  course  ,   was  paired  with  doubtless  guilt  ,   spurred  on  by  her  own  mind  whenever  she  flew  to  nyc  to  see  her  mother  ,   but  soon  enough  this  was  caught  by  each  of  her  parents  ,   &  susie  was  insistent  in  her  assurance  that  whatever  frigidness  she  still  held  for  elio  &  his  new  beau   (  which  julianna  didn’t  bother  to  correct  with  wife  )   ,   it  in  no  way  extends  nor  should  be  mimicked  by  her  .    elio  ,   in  turn  ,   was  quick  to  promise  to  jules  that  his  love  for  her  mother  flamed  in  his  heart  to  this  day  ,   but  each  of  them  are  happier  living  their  lives  in  the  lifestyles  they’ve  chosen  ,   with  the  people  they’ve  chosen  .    

      there  really  wasn’t  anything  to  do  but  swallow  their  words  ,   &  live  by  the  sentiments  they  expressed  .   jules  was  both  a  mama’s  &  daddy’s  girl  in  one  ,   so  to  take  their  words  as  fact  was  an  ignorance  she  allowed  herself  ,   even  when  the  hurt  look  on  her  mother’s  faced  inevitably  shone  through  in  hidden  moments  .

     but  when  jules  turned  seventeen  ,   susie  fell  in  love  with  a  musician  /  designer  named  tommy  lever  she  met  while  interviewing  his  collection  for  vogue  ,  &  the  two  fell  deep  ,  far  enough  to  sway  susie  into  moving  to  brazil  during  the  spring  season  ,  away  from  her  beloved  manhattan  loft  ,  to  be  with  him  in  his  home  (  the  link  is  crucial  to  his  characterization  lmao  ,  as  lenny  kravitz  is  essentially  tommy  lever  )  .   when  she  can  ,  jules  visits  as  often  as  she’s  allowed  (  always  )  &  has  gained  a  room  herself  .

      after  that  ,   however  ,   the  cycle  between  her  various  homes  continued  ,   well  into  her  slipping  teendom  ,   &  when  the  prospect  of  college  crunched  down  on  her  ,   the choice  seemed  inevitable  .   nyu  gained  a  classics  &  theater  major  for  its  class  of  2019  (  she  skipped  the  third  grade  ,  a  fact  she  didn’t  stop  bragging  about  at  that  age  )  ,   but  in  her  senior  year  of  university  ,   the  walls  came  crashing  down  .

 what  sin  are  they  categorized  under  ?  why ?

jules  belongs  to  the  sin  of  #pride  through  &  through  .   after  all  ,   if  there  was  one  damning  trait  to  send  her  straight  into  the  pits  of  burning  infernos  ,  her  prideful  sense  of  self  would  be  it  .   that’s  not  to  say  she’s  arrogant  (  nor  am  i  saying  she  isn’t  )  ,  but  it’s  more  that  she  can’t  take  being  undermined  or  allow  the  supposed  undermining  to  go  unpunished  .   she  has  a  great  deal  of  #pride  in  her  own  self  worth  &  capabilities  ,  though  she’s  usually  loathe  to  make  it  known  in  plain  terms  ,  &  if  she  feels  attacked  in  that  manner  ,  she’ll  completely  close  up  .   this  often  ,  as  you’ll  surely  be  able  to  tell  ,   beckons  problematic  shit  .

 what  got  them  sent  to  the  academy  ?

      during  jules’  senior  year  at  nyu  ,  she  was  contacted  by  her  agent  (  shared  with  her  father  )  &  offered  an  audition  for  a  leading  role  in  a  major  hollywood  studio  film  .   throughout  the  years  ,  she  dabbled  in  theater  &  attracted  a  starring  role  or  two  along  the  way  ,  especially  in  school  productions  ,   but  the  plan  for  success  was  always  envisioned  after  college  .   when  she  got  the  call  ,  however  ,  she  handled  it  with  a  happy - go - lucky  fuck  it  sort  of  approach  ,  &  a  week  later  ,  when  she  received  the  good - bearing  call  ,  there  was  no  backing  out  ,  or  so  she  thought  .   tentatively  dropping  out  of  the  semester  in  which  she  would  graduate  ,  jules  modeled  the  next  few  months  of  her  life  around  the  film  ,  happily  doing  so  .   

      yet  ,  the  first  week  into  rehearsals  brought  down  a  cloud  so  dark  she  thought  she’d  choke  under  it  .   she  overheard  a  few  producers  on  their  lunch  break  ,  talking  about  this - & - that - esque  bullshit  ,  but  just  as  she  was  passing  ,  one  of  them  made  a  comment  about  the  peralta  girl  ,  &  how  hollywood  legacies  are  the  roaches  of  the  industry  .   how  directors  from  the  middle  ages  should  just  stick  to  ruining  things  behind  the  camera  ,  not  forcing  a  disaster  in  front  of  it  .   

      that  day  ,  jules  walked  out  of  set  &  never  took  a  step  back  in  .   effectively  ruining  her  future  career  in  the  process  ,  she  ghosted  all  contact  from  the  production  &  even  went  as  far  to  jet  off  to  brazil  to  regenerate  with  her  mom  as  an  escape  .   she  couldn’t  even  pick  up  where  she  left  off  during  the  semester  ,  &  simply  had  to  sit  back  &  witness  her  classmates  of  four  years  graduate  without  her  .   her  parents  were  furious  ,  but  the  only  thing  she  gave  in  return  was  a  steely  silence  ,  refusing  even  turn  a  glare  to  her  father  .   now  ,  she’s  been  shoved  into  the  hands  of  the  academy  ,  biding  the  days  until  she  could  return  to  nyu  in  the  fall  .  

what  do  you  think  they’ll  struggle  with  the  most  at  the  academy ?

tbh  ,  the  biggest  issue  for  jules  is  the  resentment  curling  at  her  core  .   at  her  father  ,  the  film  ,  the  academy  ,  herself  .   right  now  she’s  just  in  a  foul  mood  &  sick  at  being  forced  into  glitterati  rehab  ,  but  her  #pride  won’t  allow  her  to  fail  ,  even  if  she  wishes  to  do  it  just  to  spite  everyone  .   she  is  a  people  person  ,  however  ,  &  will almost  definitely  warm  up  ,  even  if  it’s  just  for  appearances  sake  .

extra  details  :  links  you’d  like  to  incorporate  ,  wanted  connections  ,  literally anything  else  you  want  to  include  ,  etc  .

wanted  connections  will  be  coming  soon  !   for  now  ,  please  enjoy  this  authentic  video  of  jules  chillin  in  her  fav  corner  of  the  world  ,  aka  italia  ,  taken  by  her  bff  eli  😔✌️

[dalecooperwrites]

👶🏻 // surprise me 👀 @blightshored || alexander x saya

name: jennica cole roscoe

birthdate: april 26th - and she was a total accident. probably happened when they were divorced and still seeing each other, when they weren’t supposed to.

personality headcanon: actually has her shit together, which is more than anyone can say for her parents. but she honestly loves them both, despite being a daddy’s girl. like legit, that girl was spoiled by her dad. but she loved her mom, too, despite their energies being different. but, uhm, jennica is very originated and particular. she has to have things done a certain way or she gets super upset about it, which was why school was a bit hard for her in the beginning. but she grew out of that, and now she just gets things done the best she can. but haha she’s so bossy.

what was their first word and how old were they when they said it: probably mama or ice cream. because she wanted an ice cream so bad and at that age she knew her mom would give it to her.

did they get in trouble in school: no, because she was a goodie-two-shoes typa girl.

which parent were they more attached to: i’d say both of them. like even if saya had difficulty bonding with her, i don’t see her taking it personally as long as she received some form of time with her, you know?

what was their favorite toy: she liked a yoyo that she could do lots of tricks with. she prides herself on not being as ridiculous as her father, but the yoyo thing is so silly that she gets teased by her uncle for being obsessed with it. because it reminds her uncle of his brother.

did they cry a lot as a baby: no, really. but as a toddler, yes, when she didn’t do something in the way she wanted it done. or her artwork looked funky. she would whine and whine and whine.

movie they watched over and over: i’m gonna say ‘monster’s inc’ and alex would talk through the lines at one point cause she watched it so much.

what was their favorite subject in school: she liked chemistry because she got to mess with the chemicals.

were they social growing up or quiet: very social, but in a ‘cool’ way. like when alex was younger people liked him because he was funny and humble and kind. but they like her because she has a lot of charisma and she’s cool as fuck.

which parent do they take after: i’d say more saya or not any of them.

what do they grow up to be: she grows up to be a chemist and she’s damn good at it. but she mostly does experiments that are top secret. she tells her mom about them though.

three random headcanons: 1) enjoys the color purple and once got purple streaks, and for that, her classmates called her ‘purple haired girl’ as a fun little nickname. 2) she feels loved by both parents, despite both of her parents having issues of their own. 3) when she gets into college it’s like the biggest deal and the fam throws her a big party.

likes & dislikes: likes) looking at the stars, reading books about aliens, books about chemistry, the concept of soulmates, sci-fi movies, dancing around to bad songs that no one dares judge out of their love for her, playing videogames. dislikes) when men say anything about her body, when people don’t take her seriously, when she messes up on something, when she doesn’t get something done correctly, the color yellow.

do they get along with their parents: yes, she does.

Faceclaim: o.livia m.unn

[sheerfreesia007]

Ladies, I gotta cut in here... I got to reading y’all’s Whiskey fics a few months ago but ain’t never spoke on here before. I’m a Southern cowboy myself and a bit of a romantic so I enjoy the stories where the good ‘ol cowboy gets the girl in the end. I’ve been enjoyin y’all’s interactions with those British ladies an I gotta ask... is Sparkles spoken for? Ma’am, that lady sounds like the typa girl I’d wanna take home to my Momma. It’s hard to find a gal who’s kind and thoughtful these days 🤠

Hey there cowboy! Thank you for reading my stuff! Sparkles is spoken for. Over the time I've talked with her she is the type of her you'd be proud to take home to Mama, they all are really.

I know what you mean, before I met my husband I kept thinking the same about the guys. But have no fear you'll meet the girl who's perfect for you it just might take awhile but don't give up! I was 25 when I met my husband and all my friends were at the stage where they were either married already or engaged at that point. So don't get discouraged it will eventually happen.

I'm loving that I'm finding people who enjoy my stuff from all different places and different walks of life. It makes me so happy!

[dreamvrs-blog]

two out of three how’s it hanging !!!!! this handsome little guy griffin is quite the dynamic guy, stuck between two worlds !! like this if it’s okay to message you to plot!!! [ plots page ]

griffin actually grew up pretty privileged !! he was adopted by two women who really wanted more in their life – they were well established in their career and had a very good marriage and tbh it was really the ideal family situation to be brought into as a four year old.

growing up he was always a golden boy of sorts. he was very good in his studies, a sports man, always had a girlfriend, looked out for people. he was like, perfect and there was always a lot of pressure on him. 

in college it’s kinda where he fell apart for a bit. he got into partying and raging all the time and he just got rly rowdy nd fell off the train big time. he got himself back together but he never rly went back to being the golden boy, more like the dun dun bad boy who did just enough to succeed. 

he kinda fit the dirt bag trope like he was always getting into trouble, picking fights with people, leaving a trail of broken hearts as he moved onto the next conquest – y’all know the typa character. 

so time goes on, he becomes a cop (keep in mind this was b4 cops did crazy insane procedures before accepting u in case u were like oh wow that’s unrealistic), he was kinda rough around the edges as one. very intense, very scary but ultimately did it bc he was still the same old softie who wants to look out for everyone. but also did it bc he’s selfish and wanted to be untouchable ghfjgkh

so rewind about seven years and he meets a girl – their relationship is intense and passionate nd is v much a rush. it definitey wasn’t the best relationship hjkf they fought a lot, hurt each other (not physically dw) blah blah on and off again. but one day she calls him up and is like i’m pregnant :) and he’s like oh :)

long story short they agree to work on their relationship, but both decide they wanna raise the baby. ten months later she’s gone to the wind? elijah is hurt, pissed off, and clueless as to what he’s doing, and broke. 

what does he do? he becomes a dirty cop? this syndicate looks pretty good!

fast forward, his daughter is six and she’s definitely changed him a lot. he’s stuck between who he used to be before college and who he’d kinda turned into 

he’s a veryyyy very good father and sav comes first always – around her he’s very sweet and patient, he’s ridiculously fckn adorable i lov e it. 

this has definitely pilled into his personality much more than it had six yrs ago. he’s like the tough big brother type bc of it. he’ll watch ur back nd care abt u but like in a lowkey lemme tease u abt it kinda way??. he’s v understanding, he tries to turn off his empathy but uh that rly doesn’t work like that so instead he puts a big face on

other than that kinda stuff he’s pretty trash still honestly, his daughter is looked after by his mothers quite a bit so he has time to be trash 

he’s very like…. snarky??? it’s all those sarcastic quips and scoffs that make it, he’s definitely got an attitude but if u can keep up with it man ur hot 2 him 

speaking of he’s def gone back to being the player he used 2 be tho like ik his bg makes it make sense lmaofjdoj, after what happened with his baby mama and now the idea of letting another partner meet his kid he’s like UH lemme have a million fuck buddies and flings, and indulge feelings for like three-eight months before getting scared of things getting real then break their heart

he gets into a lotttttt of tufts i’d imagine. his temper is truly like a hair trigger it rly doesn’t take much for him to be mad he’s so angsty he’s just looking for an excuse to fight tbh 

dnt get me wrong like i said, he is a very caring guy it just takes a bit for him to show it and stuff 

his daughter thinks of him as like a hero nd whenver she says stuff like that he’s so ashamed nd is so sad like he doesn’t like that he’s a bad dude esp since he’s got a heart of gold when it rly comes down to it :((( 

he’s a prankster actually, he’s p stoic sometimes but u’d really be surprise when he leans over nd is like “hey u wanna have some fun nd fuck wt some people??????”