#soapy t

[dudewithnoeyes]

late night finds

[javizheart]

[scatorcciosrhee]

desperately need soapy and alexa to take an actual photo together because i am working with absolute crumbs

[fawn-ism]

dom!lesbian!nat scatorccio hcs 🐈‍⬛

she pins by the throat first. not hard— just enough pressure with her thumb under your jaw to tilt your chin up and make you look at her. "eyes on me." that's the rule. you look away, she stops moving. you whimper, she smirks. she wants you watching her watch you fall apart, those eyes half-lidded and mean and so fucking pleased with herself.

she bites. inner thighs, hipbones, that spot under your jaw that makes your knees buckle— and she leaves marks on purpose. high enough that turtlenecks won't cover. she likes seeing you squirm at school the next day, tugging your collar, flushed every time she catches your eye across the cafeteria. her mark. her girl.

nat eats pussy like she has something to prove. which she does. flat-tongue, slow, dragging from your hole all the way up to your clit and circling it until you're shaking, then sucks it into her mouth and hums. she'll hold your hips down with both hands when you try to grind up— "uh-uh, you take what i give you"—and you can feel her grin against your cunt when you sob.

she sweetly degrades you. that's the trick. it's not mean-mean, it's "yeah? you gonna come for me, pretty girl? that's it, c'mon, fuckin' soak my hand."— voice all low and gravelly and almost tender while she's three fingers deep and curling them into that spot that makes you see god. she calls you baby and slut in the same breath and somehow they mean the exact same thing.

she does not let you reciprocate easily. first three, four times? she won't even let you touch her. "not tonight." she'll pin your wrists above your head and gets off on getting you off. you have to earn it. and when she finally lets you between her legs, she's already so wet it's running down her thighs. she fists your hair and rides your face like she's been waiting weeks— and she has.

nat loves fucking you in her car. backseat reeks of weed and her perfume, windows fogged, your skirt shoved up around your waist, her hand down your underwear in the parking lot of a gas station at 2 AM. "shh, baby, shh. someone's gonna hear you." she'll hush softly while she's deliberately curling her fingers harder to make you louder. sadist behavior.

post-sex, nat gets insanely soft. this is the secret. all that swagger melts and she'll lay on your chest, cigarette dangling, and trace shapes on your stomach and ask you about dumb shit— what your favorite song is, if you believe in ghosts, whether you think kurt cobain actually killed himself. she mumbles into your skin and falls asleep with her hand still between your legs. she's possessive even unconscious.

she has a bad habit of jealousy. anyone looks at you weird? nat's hand on the small of your back, low, fingers slipping just under your waistband in public. travis' friend compliments your hair? she's got you bent over her bedroom door before you even get your jacket off, growling "all mine." into the back of your neck while she fucks you stupid with two fingers and her thigh.

she'd carve her initials into the headboard. she'd write you shitty poems and then burn them before you could read them. she'd die for you and never say it out loud once.

god. she's so bad for you. you'd let her ruin your whole life.

[sophiesbf]

this world doesn't deserve Sophie Thatcher.

she's too precious for it. :(

[artificialroux]

fork's high left winger abigail brooks: the bruiser, the dreamer, and the quiet storm

born: october 20th, 1989

species: human(?)

year: sophomore at forks highschool

love interest: jacob black

faceclaim: sophie thatcher

sweet thing, i watch you

— with smudged eyeliner like war paint and boots two sizes too big—stolen from her dad’s closet years ago—abigail brooks is forks high’s paradox: the girl who looks like she might punch you in the face but is somehow the first one to pick someone up off the field. her bleach-blonde hair is choppy and uneven from late-night bathroom mirror sessions with dull scissors. she always looks a little wild, a little feral, like she might vanish into the woods and never come back.

— abigail doesn’t say much unless she has something to say—and when she does, it’s sharp, dry, and usually funny if you get her. most people don’t. but she’s not cruel, just cautious. she’s been burned before and doesn’t hand out trust easily. beneath that "mean mug" is someone fiercely loyal, fiercely protective, and deeply observant. the kind of girl who remembers the way your voice cracked when you said your mom was sick. the kind of girl who’ll leave a flower on your locker with no note and pretend it wasn’t her.

— she plays left wing on the forks high soccer team—fast, strategic, aggressive. art is her real love, though. sketchbooks crammed with charcoal dreams, tangled symbols, faces she’s never seen but somehow knows. lately, her dreams have turned vivid and strange. things that happen later—days, sometimes weeks after she draws them. a wolf in the road. a storm that never came. a boy with fire in his chest and shadows in his wake.

burn so fast it scares me

— abigail and jacob were those kinds of childhood friends—the kind who grew up sharing backyard bonfires, tire swings, and half-eaten popsicles. her dad and billy black were close, bonded by old stories, fishing trips, and a quiet understanding that came from living in a place like forks too long. the brooks family wasn’t quileute, but they were close enough to be folded into the edges of la push life.

— jacob and abigail used to build forts out of driftwood and carve initials into trees like it meant something. he called her "abs" back then, before the bleach and the boots and the walls she built around herself.

— they drifted apart in middle school—she got quiet, he got taller. life started to change, as it does. but there’s a weird ache between them now, something deeper than memory. like they’ve both been walking in circles for years, about to meet again in the center of something bigger.

hii guys!! meet my cringey twilight oc...she's been lingering in my mind since i read the books like 2 years ago and finished them last year!! i wanted to make jacob an age appropriate love interest who actually treated him right...she's based off book lore more than movie lore hence her birthdate!! idk if anyone even likes twilight or ocs for it but it's one of my favorite guilty pleasure series and i've worked hard on developing abigail for a while now so i hope you guys like her 🫶🏻

tags : @dippindotties @logansdogmotif (lemme know if you wanted added!!)

credit for template inspo : @sapphicides

[theprismyyy]

MEOWWWWWWW

[shaunavention]

help, im still at the restaurant…..