Ohh you might like this one, TF141 whose female partner is a Sweet Lolita? The Japanese fashion that’s very akin to Victorian dolls, sweet specifically having pastel colors and other cute motifs
Oohhhh, the ways this tickled something in my brain! I send platonic air kisses!!! I love Lolita fashion, and if I had a tf141 budget 👀 I wasn’t sure if you meant alone 141 or poly, so its implied poly!!! <3
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While the men really didn’t understand it in the beginning, they supported the heck out of it!
I mean, what wasn’t there to love! Soft lace, fluffy skirts, and stockings that made you look so sweet and doll-like! It was unreal and breathtaking for them. They'll never forget the day they first saw you - their personal vision of pastels and love personified!
Kyle loves to help you style outfits for date nights and take photos of you! He also lives to help you get dressed in your intricate dresses and places little kisses on your shoulders, neck, wrists, and ankles while doing it.
He’ll guide you in your photoshoots as well (which are only for him and the boys, of course), and always makes you feel confident and beautiful!
While Johnny prefers shopping with you and getting his own personal 80s-style montage! His lil Bonnie Barbie! This may or may not have led to the two of you getting politely banned from a few places, so online shopping it was!
He even lets you buy him a few pieces to try, but ultimately prefers to wear his kilts when you occasionally wear your more extravagant outfits!
Simon, surprisingly, is the one who gifts you accessories he finds on missions and outings and the one who learned the most about Lolita fashion for you. It warms your heart knowing he’s thinking of you always.
He once got you this beautiful pink lace parasol that you love using on strolls in the park with him! God help anyone who looks at you for too long tho, as you leisurely walk through the park with a glaring giant shadow next to you.
Lastly, John was probably the most and least involved, as he didn’t quite understand Lolita fashion but wasted no time handing you his little black card and letting you go ham.
Whatever makes you happy, makes him happy and if that includes Lolita-inspired lingerie? Well, the more the merrier love! Get em' all!
Blade finally finding someone who loves him 🥺🤍 are you going to write about Ransom and Lo’s talk? I feel like Ransom is always unintentionally hilarious
You didn't honestly think I would let that cute and bittersweet little conversation go did you? Ransom is very funny without even realizing it. This is the first time that he gets to not be the one freaking out because it's not a man trying to get with his daughters.
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Summary: Ransom needs to speak to you
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Lo
Rating: mild
Warnings: mentions of jumping on the bed, mentions of a Boston cream pie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1K
Desperate Lives AU Masterlist
Blade Drysdale Masterlist
“Lo, you mind if we have a little chat?” you give Blade a longing look, but he just turns to find his mom, while Ransom pulls you into his office, “Have a seat.”
“Am I in trouble?” Ransom smirks as he sits down at his desk. “Honestly, I didn’t have anything to do with the dinner the other day, that was all Lucy. And Blade’s been a gentleman this whole, and it was just time.”
“You’re not in trouble sweetheart.”
“Oh, so all that I just said?” you grimace looking at your lap and away from Ransom.
“Uh-uh, don’t do that. You had a bit of...what does Ellie call that? Word vomit, it’s okay. I’m no prude, Lo, I’ve got five kids, and we miscarried one. It took a lot more than 5 times to knock my wife up. There’s been a lot of jumping in the bed at this house,” you scan around his office. Pictures littered over the room, and each child having their own special shelf of pictures and memorabilia. You can’t help but look at Blade’s.
An adorable photo of Blade and Ransom shaving together when he was just a little boy. Standing on his tiptoes as he beams at his father. A picture of a tiny little Blade holding onto an even tinier Story. His hands gently petting her head. What you would assume are his first steps, and him hobbling over to his mama smiling full of pride. An older Blade with Story on his shoulders as they fight Aster and Iris on top of each other in the pool. “I love my kids.”
“I know you do,” you look back at Ransom who nearly has tears in his eyes. “They grow up too damn fast. I remember the day we brought Blade home. He was the first baby I got to be apart of that young. I mean...” he looks down at the desk. Your hand goes there as well.
“Blade told me. Your wife is very brave.”
“She’s the best. Blade was my first baby, my only boy, and I know he’s got this amazing bond and relationship with my Kitten, but I love that kid. He’s still an idiotic kid to me. Sometimes I still hear his speech impediment, but I know it’s wishful thinking. Otto helps fill that void sometimes. He just doesn’t have the stutter. The point I’m trying to make, well to ask,” his eyes finally meet yours, and becomes a loss for words.
“I know what Lucy did was kind of a cruel joke, but I also know what Blade did. He takes that seriously. I know about your relationship, and I’m sorry for being crude, but while he was your first, in many ways you were his.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I figured not,” Ransom’s hand rubs against his beard as he looks at you all serious. “He has a stack of NDAs, I know you’re aware of his past. He didn’t have unprotected sex, and even with a condom, he always pulled out. He trusts you, loves you even. I’ve never met but the one girlfriend. Part of that is because she was Story’s friend. Not only have I met you, you’ve met his nieces and nephews, his sisters, his mother. I know you are aware of how much he protects his family. Especially his mom, Story, Otto, and Ellie. Blade was Ellie’s first dad in a way. You’ve made it into his inner circle, so I need you to protect his heart. He’s more sensitive than people realize.”
“I know.”
“When you,” Ransom chokes out, his fingers find a picture of him and his wife on their wedding day. One of only two that sit on his desk. “When you stopped his panic attack, and I looked at my wife; there was a mixture of relief but also pain. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my family especially her, and to see her with so much emotional conflict, that hurt me. But she wants you to make him happy. Here I thought she was going to be like me, but no. Her pain she hides. She pushes it aside because Blade’s happy. But if you break my son’s heart, you break hers, and no pressure on you, but I can’t have that.”
You give him a genuine smile, because the last thing in the world that you want to do is hurt Blade. You want to protect him in your way. Shelter him from the people who don’t understand his brain sometimes. The man that looks so hard on the outside, but is nothing but a teddy bear. “I don’t want to hurt him, Mr. Drysdale.”
“Call me Ransom.”
“You want the boys to call you Mr. Drysdale.”
He rolls his eyes, and you notice how there’s no pictures of his daughters wedding days. “Boneheads,” he points at a picture of a little Iris and James, and and to another that’s an even smaller Story being held by a little Carter, and lasty to a picture of Aster, Beck, and Ellie at the pumpkin patch. “I don’t hate those three, and I’m sure eventually Chris, but I want to remember my kids as the babies I see them as. Even though they’re all boneheads. They’ll continue to call me Mr. Drysdale or,” he fakes retching, “Mr. D, or Chris’ favorite Daddy-O. But they love my daughters. I don’t have any doubts with their love for them either, I just don’t like the thought. You I like.”
“It’s because I don’t have a dick,” your eyes go large and you sputter trying to apologize.
“No, you’re absolutely right. Blade thought I was hard on them, but if he’s ever lucky to have a daughter. He’ll understand. Are kids in your future?”
“Eventually.”
“Well, be careful, if he’s anything like me...you better take those Boston cream pies a little bit more serious. They’re to enjoyed under special circumstances, you don’t have a Boston cream pie everyday, you understand,” you nod, unbelieving of how easily they talk about sex. “Now, I’m sure my Kitten and your Blade are finished talking, shall we?”
“Ransom?” he looks over at you quickly. “Do I get a nickname?”
“I’ve thought about that, I like torturing you kids, but how about Button?” you snarl your nose at him a bit. “It’s the winner then. You can’t be obsessed with it.”
“Why Button?”
“Because you’re cute as a button, and you sew. Otto tells says that Wo is da best.”
It’s Spa day for the Drysdale ladies and a Story explains to her sisters it’s her birthday month and everyday Carter surprises her with a present! 😎
Teehee...so I'm going to give some background for this day. Story's birthday is at the beginning of the month (August 9th) so the full thirty-one days leading to her birthday, he gets her something. But not just him...and the boys don't just pick it out either. So Carter started planning this back in June.
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Summary: It’s Story’s 31st
Pairings: Carter Baizen X Story Baizen
Rating: cute
Warnings: tiny little breeding kink, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.8K
Desperate Lives AU Masterlist
Story Drysdale Masterlist
Story stands in the doorway of her oldest son's bedroom. Otto all dressed up in a suit and tie, and a mini briefcase beside him. His own hands helping Zephyr get dressed in jeans and a shirt, "What are you two doing?" she asks curiously. It's a bit early for them to be getting dressed.
"Getting ready for work," Zephyr smiles up at his mama. She gives him a questioning look, "I'm going to work with Uncle James."
"Oh really?" Carter comes down the hall, kissing Story's cheek before moving to her lips. Handing over a wiggling Brooks. "Good morning to you, too, babe," she looks down at Brooks who is dressed a bow tie and suspenders, Archer running down the hall with his own tiny little suit. "Okay, what's going on?"
"The boys are going to work," Story shakes her head with a smile, an arguing Carter laughs while nodding leaning in for another kiss.
"You can't take all four with you."
"He's not. He's taking me. Z is going with James, Archer with Bwade, and Bwooks with Papa," Story starts to speak but Otto quickly cuts her off, "Don't ask. We need to wowk to get money. Wuv you, but we'we gonna be wate. Wets go," he walks to Story pulling at her shirt and she leans forward to give each boy a kiss. "Dwop da Bwookie."
"I'm going to help your daddy, put you boys in the car," walking ahead of Carter, he gives her a quick little ass grab, before following her out to her car. Not moving carseats is so much easier. "Does that mean I get to drive the Fiat if I need to go anywhere?" she asks her husband once everyone is situated.
"Uh huh," he gives her a hard smooch, before looking back, knowing she's got more to say.
"I didn't pack anyone a lunch."
"I did, it’s all in the car."
"What about Brooks diaper bag?"
"Honey, you think I would forget my son needs diapers?" she starts to speak but he stops her with his lips again, "I've got it covered. They'll be fine. Aster is going to be there with your dad, but Brooks will be fine. Ari is going to be at the job site with James and Beau, so Zeph will be fine. Blade has an easier day today, so Archie will be fine, and I dropped any major appointments so Otto will be fine. Can you just enjoy your day with being kid free?"
"What am I going to do?"
"Well, your mom and dad volunteered to keep the boys for awhile after work," one hand slides around to cup her ass while the wraps around her neck, his thumb lightly tracing over her pouty lips. "Why don't you work on a tan. I love it when I come home to you laying by the pool with nothing on but that little string you call bathing suit bottoms."
"I only wear that for you."
"Enjoy your day honey, I don't care if you go back in the bedroom and sleep all day. Go get your nails done, go to your barre class, I don't care. But I gotta make sure the boys aren’t late for their first day of work, they get deducted if they are. Love you," his hand brings her to his mouth, this time kissing it much slower and passionately. Leaning her forward to kiss her forehead, "They'll be fine."
"Wait wait," Aster sits with her toes being painted. A long line of her sisters, Lo, and her mother all being pampered. "So that a couple of weeks ago was for them to earn money to buy you presents?"
"If that isn't the sweet thing!" Iris squeals. "Jamey said that Zeph was so helpful. He wanted to help with everything. So what did they get you?"
Her fingers tap along her neck, showing off her new pink diamond necklace, "This is from Otto. Zephyr picked me out a new Tom Ford perfume, it's rose scented and the bottle is pink. Archer picked out some new Louboutin's for me, with the sales associates help, and Brooks wanted some macarons, so he got a bunch of them."
"They got paid very well, huh?" her mother comments with a laugh. "Your dad said Brooks did so good, helped bring him files all day."
"I'm just curious," you sit forward, your toes already finished when you look at Story. Most would think she is a spoiled brat, and while she's spoiled, her and Carter are also the most giving. "What did Carter get you? Other than today."
"He's not finished, but everyday it was either a gift from him or the boys. Got some new earrings, a new Birkin."
"I thought you only got those when you had a baby," the last time Aster had been in the tower closet, she noted that there was a lot more bags than babies.
"Well this one was a custom pink," she raises an eyebrow at Story. Still avoiding her question. "When Carter is frustrated at work, I help him wind down, and he feels guilty afterwards. Mama gets a new Birkin. It's become quite the bargaining tool."
"Story Rose Drysdale," her mother chastises.
"Oh good grief. Don't act like dad has pushed you to your limits, to see how far he can take you over the edge until you pass out," Kitten covers her eyes but nods. "Okay, that just means I get a gift, and the bags seem to be his go to, right now. "
"What else? I'm just living vicariously through you right now. Jamey's love language is not buying me things. Ooh more mimosas!" bringing a cart, Sophia helps pour everyone a drink, a bubbly non-alcoholic pink drink for Story. For anyone who didn't know, would assume she was pregnant, but that is not a tell-tale sign for Story.
"Prada sunglasses, a Target gift card, a new Chanel skirt and jacket, you know the usual."
"Yeah, what's the lingerie look like?" you giggle at her. It took awhile, but she finally brought you to her closet and the vault. Carter loved some lingerie for Story.
"I don't know. I get that tonight. I only get that the night of my birthday. It's like a gift to himself for all the hard work he's done. He doesn't do this every year, it's just a big year."
"You're thirty-one. This is most definitely not a big year, that was last year," Aster holds up her flute, followed by everyone else. "So did he give you the big gift? He always gets you a big one."
"He hasn't and wouldn't tell me. Told me that this one is the gift that keeps on giving."
"He's about to fuck another baby in you."
"Lucy!"
"Oh, you're all thinking it. You haven't got your girl yet. As much as you want a girl, you can't deny that you two make some pretty boys," Story looks down at her phone and sees a message from Carter saying he's coming in for his last gift, that the gift couldn't stay, but there was also a dessert bar waiting for them and the staff when they were finished.
Story watches the door to see her husband carrying a bright pink box, looking like a dream in his suit. Thankful for tonight when she can give her his own gift later. "My Queen," he says handing her the box. It doesn't take long to realize this isn't a normal box, because it moved.
"What did you do?"
"Open it," he giggles at her. Story lifts the lid to see a corgi puppy with a pink bow around her.
"Oh my goodness," squealing she lifts the dog out of the box, her name tag dangling on a pink rose, "Princess Buttercup?" Story looks up at Carter, standing on her tippy toes, she gives him the biggest kiss. Her sisters and you in the background whistling. It's sick how much in love these two are.
"The castle is getting a bit overrun with boys, even Ollie. And what is better fitting for a queen than a corgi?"
"Carter, she's adorable," Buttercup licks at Story's hand, and she lifts her up to get a good look at the puppy, a bit worried now, but no matter. Buttercup is perfect. "I love her, and I love you."
"Love you, too. Give me the puppy, the boys are already at the estate for your 'surprise' party, and you ladies each have a gift as well. Make sure to wear it for tonight. Enjoy the dessert bar," never getting enough, he peppers kisses all over Story's face, "I'll see you tonight," he whispers. "The boys are being split up between your family. It's me and you tonight, honey," he presses a hand on her belly, "And you are ready for number five."
You shouldn't have been surprised that Carter had gotten you a gift, but what you were surprised was that each of the dresses for everyone was curated to each woman's style. Even hair and makeup was provided. Aster had leaned in a bit to give Story a quick whisper before you six walk out to the pearly pink limo. "You need to quit with the pink," Lucy deadpans before climbing in.
"I did not ask for this."
The limo drives you guys to the estate, and like you assumed, Carter and the boys are outside waiting on Story. All of them giving her hugs, Archer and Brooks nearly clinging to her, while Ransom holds on to the newest Baizen member. Cradling Buttercup like a baby, and playing with her little paws. "She's so soft," he answers his wife when she stares at him oddly. Ransom was never a dog man.
The boys comment on their moms shoes, and choice of jewelry, Zephyr even commenting on how good his mama smelled throughout the evening. Too soon, she and Carter go to give hugs and kisses to their boys, and to Buttercup, because Ransom said she needed time with her Papa too, before they head out to the castle.
As soon as they cross the threshold, he calmly leads them to their bedroom, making note of the last present. "I'll see you in a minute," his voice whispers on her neck, before leaving to go to the vault. Story's fingers run over the pink silk, rolling her eyes, because Carter loves these little innocent pieces.
Still keeping those sparkly Louboutin’s on she walks through the vault door, Carter greeting her in his own matching silk pink boxers, "Honey..."
"Thank you, babe. This month was perfect. What can I do to ever thank you?"
"Make me a daddy again," his lips nip along her shoulders, traveling up the column of her neck, "Maybe this time, we'll get our girl."
"Carter, babe?" Story pushes him back a little before grabbing his hand and placing it over her belly, "You're already going to be a daddy again," his eyes rapidly move across her face, before dropping to his knees. His lips kissing along her barely swollen stomach. He should have noticed. Having her like this, he can only barely tell, but Carter studies Story. "And we're still keeping the dog."
