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morphids · 3 months ago

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well, two can play that game (pt.2), abby anderson

part one here!

pairing: basketball player!abby anderson x afab! reader (college au)

warnings: 18+ minors dni!!!!! poc friendly!! r has curly hair, past hurt/comfort, past relationships, petnames used in place of actual name, bff!dina x r, very abby focused chapter, abby is incredibly sweet n patient until she fucks u… ellie and abby are sort of archenemies, a lil ellie slander, abby talks u thru it, r gets strapped down in a car 🫣, pussydrunk ramblings, praise, abby calls the strap her cock sorry 😮‍💨

summary: part 2: after ellie left you at the party, you find comfort in the arms of another. perhaps it’s better this way?

wc: 5k (not proofread im sorry y’all my eyes hurt)

2 posts in less than a month?? who am i?? anyway the abby brainrot is rife recently im sorry if its ass.

AS ALWAYS FUCK DRUCKMANN AND ALL ZIONISTS, resources for Palestine and the daily click linked on my pinned post!

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You were left in the empty bathroom, alone and very pissed off. She ignores you for months, then does this? No, you were more than pissed. You fixed your makeup, more like wiped it all off, and readjusted your clothes, trying to somewhat freshen yourself up before facing the world outside. Your legs still slightly shaking as you thought back to your previous interaction with Ellie. How dare she? She's the one who left. You shuddered, a horrible feeling ripping itself up in your chest, you felt used.

You shook your head, taking one final glance at the mirror before exiting the bathroom. You really only had one mission, get the fuck out of here and go home. Not bothering to say goodbye to your friends, you'd send a text explanation to Dina, surely she'd understand. You just couldn't be here right now, after that. Your legs carried you down the stairs, tunnel vision towards the front door at the end. You frowned, feeling bad that you'd be leaving Dina's on her birthday so you glanced back trying to find her within the crowd. Upon looking, you spotted her and Jesse... and Ellie. She didn't leave? You panicked, instantly looking away, not wanting -Ellie- anyone to see you as you opened the door and strode a few steps in front the road.

Grabbing a single cigarette from your pack and lighting it, you reached for your phone and quickly typed out a message to Dina. As your shaking hands were drafting a whole essay about what had happened, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, so gentle it almost indicated that they were trying not to alarm you. Despite their efforts, you were a jumpy person so you swiftly reacted and turned to look at who was trying to get your attention.

"Hey, you alright?" The person revealed themselves as the one you had been enjoying speaking to before the night had been ruined.

"Oh, Abby," You were slightly shocked, admittedly. The little stunt that Ellie pulled must've given you some form of brain damage because Abby had ultimately left your thoughts, "Yeah, I'm fine." You smiled at her, at least what you thought was a smile, it must've looked more like an odd grimace because Abby then spoke,

"You sure, you look a bit... shaken." Her words were hesitant, eyes studying you, you must've looked as bad as you felt.

"Sorry, yeah, just..." you paused, "Need to get out of here." You took another drag, your cigarette almost at its end.

"Do you have a ride home?" She asked, those maldito crystal blue eyes furrowed with worry, she was not about to leave a distressed girl on the side of the street alone at night, Abby thought.

"I'll just book a taxi," you explained, not wanting to burden the poor woman. She didn't deserve to be brought into this mess. The plan of the night was for you to stay at Dina's, knowing that you were a bit broke currently, but that was no longer an option for you, especially if Ellie was planning on lingering around.

"I can drive you home, if you'd like." Abby stated, her firm hand resting on top of your shoulder, noticing you shake from the cold weather of the night. "I haven't drank all night, if that makes you feel better?" She firmed, the corner of her lips stretching out into a slight smile with hopes of helping you perk up a little. It was working.

"I don't want to trouble yo-"

"If you truly don't want to, that's okay," she reassured, "But if you're just saying that not to be a burden on me, that's silly. You look stressed, I'd like to help."

Her catching you out made you chuckle, you were once again, reminded that you had been having great conversations with her before that interruption. You let out a sigh,

"Okay, you got me, I'd really appreciate a ride." That caused her smile to grow, as she looked down at you, straightening herself up before grabbing her keys from her pocket.

"Perfect, let's go."

The car was slightly frosted over, a cool air flowing through the vehicle as Abby handled the steering wheel with the utmost confidence.

"Thank you,"

"You don't need to say thank you, glad to help," Abby spoke.

A few silent moments passed, questions noticeably waiting to be asked,

"So, what happened back there?"

You stilled, an air of shame washing over you,

"Um," You were slightly embarrassed, after all you were flirting with Abby at the party just seconds before the whole ordeal with Ellie, you didn't want her to think a certain way about you. Especially since she was so kindly driving you home.

"Something happened with my ex," You sighed, deciding to bite the bullet.

"Doesn't sound too good," She responded, eyes darting to glance at you before focusing back on the road. You didn't live that far from Dina's, you were probably due to arrive soon.

"That's an understatement," You paused, "I just don't understand women."

Abby let out a quick laugh,

"You and me both,"

"I mean, she ghosts me, then shows up with one of her new conquests and then fucks me in the bathroom because she saw me talking to you and leaves?" You blurted out, clearly needing to vent about it, you suddenly remembered you never ended up actually sending that text to Dina.

"Oh," Abby paused, clearly not expecting that, she recovered and quickly added, "That's awful, I'm sorry." You studied her a little, looking for any signs that she was disgusted or put off, there didn't seem to be any.

"Don't be, Ellie's not exactly the picture of healthy relationships."

"Wait, Ellie? Williams?"

"Yeah?"

"Damn, hasn't changed, has she?"

"What do you mean?" You pressed, recognising the familiar turns of your street, you mentally swore, of course it starts getting juicy just as you begin to reach home.

"Just... had an issue with her a while back, after one of our basketball games,"

Abby's car slowed to a stall, the lack of momentum had emphasised the hum of the engine and the repetitive blinks of the indicator.

Abby turned now to look at you, turning off the engine, her right arm resting on the steering wheel, your eyes couldn't help but glaze your attention on the curves of her muscles, you looked away before she caught you staring.

"Honestly, it was so long ago, but she kinda got involved with two girls on the team," You silently gaped at her, wordlessly allowing her to continue, this was news to you - did Dina know any of this?

"Basically, neither of them knew about it until Ellie got caught making out with someone else during that party after the game. We all kinda lost our shit with her and I think there was punches thrown? Kicked a lot of shit off between the team and kinda ruined the flow of our games for a while, we're all over it now but..."

"Oh," Was all you could say, you really dated Ellie not knowing anything about this. Has she always been the type of person to jump from ship to ship? You shuddered at the thought that you were just another addition to a rather extensive list.

"Sorry, I thought you would've known about it," Abby sympathised,

"No, it's not your fault." You sighed, at least now you knew the kind of person you were actually dealing with. It fuelled your anger, especially with how she behaved earlier.

A still second passed inside the car, the indicator still blinking and you suddenly felt all the more embarrassed.

"Well, sorry about all this, thank you for the ride home. I do appreciate it," You unclipped your seatbelt, turning your body slightly to grab the handle and make your exit.

"You gonna be alright?" Abby questioned, her blue eyes looking up at you, there was an unreadable expression within them, not pity but something else.

"I think? Probably just gonna rot for the next few hours," You paused, turning to face her fully. You were still on edge from before, and with this new information you didn't feel like being alone. You shouldn't do this, you shouldn't do it at all. She's probably so tired of your shit already. Yet the words forced themselves out faster than you could do anything to stop them,

"You don't have to, but would you like to come in? I could make you a hot drink or something as thanks?"

The corners of her lips turned upwards,

"I'd love to,"

—

You had brewed two mugs of hot chocolate, turning away from the counter to face the tall blonde that now sat in your living room.

"Thanks," she smiled as she took the hot cup from your grasp. Joining her on the couch, you hesitated - what now?

Do you pop a movie on? Do you play music? Your brain was begin to work overtime as you suddenly felt awkward.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry," you say, finally adjusting to get comfortable on the pillows.

"You were staring at your drink for a while, there." She chuckled, blowing on the hot drink before taking a sip whilst maintaining eye contact with you.

"Got lost in the sauce again," You joked, not wanting to speak about Ellie any longer.

"Happens often?" She teased, one corner of her lips quipped up slightly.

"More than I'd like to admit,"

"Thanks again, for the ride."

"You don't have to keep saying thank you, angel, it wasn't even a ten minute drive." She explained, you felt more at ease. Abby truly was something else, she had this comforting air around her where you just felt safe and understood.

"Still, you didn't have to,"

"Darling, I'm gonna need you to stop saying thank you for basic human decency," She insisted, her tone firm but gentle, her eyebrows moved in a way you could only read as 'you know?'.

"You don't owe me anything, alright? I just wanted to make sure you got home okay." Abby proclaimed, her voice lowering, becoming shy, almost. "If it helps, I'm glad Dina introduced us."

You felt a tug in your chest as you processed her words. You met her eyes, a warm feeling washed over you, uh oh.

"I'm glad she introduced us, too."

She seemed satisfied with that, a smile coating her lips as she turned her attention back away to her drink.

You decided to get yourself off the couch, Abby's light eyes following your trail, still encompassing the almost finished mug with her hands. You bent down, on your knees in front of her, Abby was suddenly glad your back was facing her, as her eyes would've certainly made you privy to where her gaze had landed.

You reached underneath your coffee table, aimlessly throwing your hand underneath it into the separate compartments. Abby was mentally cursing herself for looking, yet your shirt had ridden up slightly, the bend of the dimpled bottom of your back leading to the perfect curve of your ass— Abby looked away, she didn't want to think thoughts like that about you, not under these circumstances, at least. Stop being such a lesbian, Abby- She thought.

Truth is, Abby really liked talking to you at Dina's party. She was enthralled as soon as Dina brought you over to her, your thick curls perfectly framing your face, she thought back to when you told her your name, the way your velvety lips moved with the words and the way your eyes sparkled as you took in her frame.

She quickly discovered you were easy to talk to and there was clearly mutual attraction there, but she didn't want to pressure you into anything, especially since Abby figured Ellie had done enough damage for one night. Abby thought to what you said, how all of that happened because Ellie saw you talking with her, it angered her, you deserved so much better than that, but it also gave her an odd feeling of subtle pride. Ellie felt jealous over her? Well, then she should've acted right, Abby thought, thoughts interrupted by your voice.

"Ah!" You breathed out, finally grabbing what you were looking for. With your free hand, you pulled the hem of your shirt back down a bit, turning to Abby who was busy downing the rest of her drink to avoid looking at you.

She propped the mug on the table, before muttering,

"Jenga?" A chuckle escaped her, a warm feeling grew in her chest as she saw the impish look on your face,

"Come on, it's old but it's a classic— and, it has questions on them, what do you say?" Abby took in your features, eyes glinting with excitement and lips curved into an expectant smile. Her breathing sped up, air suddenly trapped.

"How can I say no to that?"

—

"I give it a week." Dina exclaimed, an isolated smirk on her face, you had just told her about your night with Abby after her party. You had ended up just playing silly board games and talking most of the night, to Dina's discontent apparently as a she was currently placing bets on when you and Abby will undoubtedly sleep together, her words.

"Dina!"

"Come on, you're lesbians. It's the prophecy."

You let out a laugh, shaking your head at her as you secured your earrings on.

You glanced over at yourself on the full length mirror in Dina's bedroom, unsure.

"You look hot, don't worry," she smiled, "Lowers my bets to less than three days." Dina finished with a wink, walking with you to the entrance of the house.

Her confidence only seemed to make you more nervous, Abby had invited you to a party with her teammates, you would've dragged Dina with you but lucky for you, she had already made plans with Ellie.

Ellie. Even mentally, her name was thought of with disdain. You hadn't seen her since that night, nor did you want to. Right now, your focus was on Abby, and you didn't want to let her have enough power to sour your entire night.

Your phone buzzed, a message from Abby saying she was parked outside,

"She here?"

"Yeah,"

"Alright, well good luck~" She gushed, almost pushing you out the door. Dina felt content, knowing that she was helping you get over Ellie, even a little. She loved you both, but she couldn't sit back and watch that particular fire burn itself out.

You stepped out of Dina's place, making your way over to the only car outside you recognised, where Abby was standing in between the driver's seat and the car door. God, she looked good.

Abby glanced up from her phone before smiling widely at you.

"Hey, pretty, you ready?" Her voice was so soft, you found yourself hanging on every syllable she uttered. You tried to control your facial response to her words, even though, you are almost certain that she knows exactly how you feel about her. She seemed to get this impish expression in her eyes. Mirth.

You wonder if she feels the same thing.

"Born ready." You smile back up at her, Abby opens the passenger door for you and waits until you're fully settled into the seat before shutting the door, making her way around to her side and joining you.

Clicking her seatbelt into place and switching on the ignition, her larger hand finds its way on to the top of your thigh, fingers spaced out confidently as her thumb strokes your skin over your jeans.

You fight the urge to adjust your body, suddenly hyperaware of the way your body is reacting to such a simple act.

"Let's go then,"

—

Abby stops by her house before the party, had to grab something apparently.

She parked her car inside the blocky carpark for her apartment building, managing to find a space somewhere in this car maze. Turning the ignition off, she moved her hand off your thigh, not before turning her gaze towards you.

It looks like she has something to say, yet no words escape her.

You take the opportunity to look at her, her features, your eyes trailing down her face to her plump lips.

"You're beautiful, you know." You say to her, you feel yourself enter some sort of daze. No other thoughts, all you can think and inhale is Abby. Your mind completely clouded and the only clarity being her.

You see a flash of red cross her cheeks, though she quickly steeled her expression, the left corner of her lips tilting up as her eyes landed on your own lips.

Abby clicks off her seatbelt, her hands coming back to return to their comfortable spot on your thighs, slightly wrapping her fingers around the outside of them as she lightly grabs you a little closer to her.

Your faces are inches apart now, you glance down at her lips, clicking off your own seatbelt before placing yourself on her lap in the driver's seat. You connect your lips with hers as your hands meet the back of her neck.

Abby quickly responds and returns the kiss, tightening her grip on your thighs, her other hand running up your side, softly making contact with your back.

You slowly wind your hips across hers, dragging yourself up using the force of your legs which are spread over her lap.

Her mouth opens slightly as you start making out. Tongue softly brushing over her bottom lip before you gently bite and pull her skin down, causing a moan to escape her lips.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're going to make me do something stupid." Her voice low, warm with honey.

Her hands crawl back down to the top of your jeans, underneath the fabric to meet the back of your ass, kneading your skin with a strong grip, groaning as she was actually touching you after cursing herself out for even glancing at your exposed back the other night. A part of her was relieved that you wanted this just as bad as she did.

"Like what?" You tease, placing gentle kisses on her neck, alternating different amounts of pressure as you kissed up to behind her ear.

"Like fuck you in my car." You shuddered.

"Maybe that's what I'm after," You drag your hips across hers again, meeting her lips once more in an ardent kiss.

"Careful," She whispered, fingers tightening around the ample skin of your cheeks, pecking your lips lightly, "Don't do anything you'd regret."

You chuckled, "Baby if I regret anything, it wouldn't be you." Looking at her through your lashes, eyes doe and wanting, lips plump and swollen, Abby found it harder to be a voice of reason, especially when the very picture of enticement was sat pretty on her lap, uttering words that were ever so sweet and inviting. Her resolve was dropping, made obvious by the way her chest raised and sank with each breath, her pupils blowing out the blue of her eyes slightly. She decided, then, that you were going to be the death of her.

Your lips met again, the pacing quickened this time, "Well, in that case," she muttered, taking advantage of the way her hands were already cupping your ass to slowly drive your hips over her thigh. Abby inched her head into the curve of your neck as she left feathery pecks on the supple skin, lifting her knee an inch higher to graze your centre, the tips of her eyebrows lifting as she spoke, “Can I?”

Needing to take a deep breath to calm your speeding heart rate, thinking if she really needed to ask at this point when you were so clearly turned on right now. “I swear, I’ll die right now, if you don’t,” You managed to let out, trying to rub yourself against her as the pressure building up was getting unbearable. Abby breathed out a soft laugh, resuming her attack on your neck and up to your earlobe, you almost cried from the sensitivity that eagerness had cursed you with, you were thankful that night had fallen, the darkened shadows of the late hours hiding your depraved salacity.

Tongue grazing the skin underneath your ear, Abby shuffled a little in her seat, exposing something solid underneath your leg, concealed under her jeans, your eyebrows furrowed and eyelids jolted open, had that been there this whole time? The newly discovered information had your mind reeling, obscene thoughts reigning your head as you realised she must’ve been walking around with that thing. You wondered if she always walked around with that thing. The thought was too much, your core became increasingly warmer and damp, throbbing as she kneaded you over the plastic extension of herself.

“Fuck,” you gasped, mewling at the rigidity of her strap through your clothes, rubbing up against you. You couldn’t hold your tongue, “You always keep that on you?” voice breathy as her hands met the skin of your torso underneath your shirt, your stomach tensing as the skin rippled with shivers from her touch. Not even letting her answer your question, you spoke again, voice wavering, “We’re gonna be late to meet your friends,”

“Honestly, pretty girl, I couldn’t give a damn about that right now,” Abby’s voice deepened, coated with a thick wave of carnality. Her wandering hands gently lifted your top, exposing your breasts to her as she placed her tongue over the hardened peaks, before speaking again, “Not when you’re in front of me looking like that,” Her demeanour was composed, trying to mask her ardour and the slight tremble in her hands that she prayed you didn’t notice, but she, too, felt the innate fervency that was electrifying the air. She looked you over, shirt lifted, mouth agape, body gleaming in the scarce light from the windows, twitching with anticipation. Your eyes watching hers, cheeks warming under her heavy gaze. You were absolutely delightful, and she couldn’t hold herself back from indulging, nor did she want to.

Her hands finally reached the waistband of your jeans, fingers twining around the belt loops as she pulled them down to your knees, allowing you to rushingly pull off the remaining fabric that clung to your legs, carelessly shoving them down somewhere to the bottom of the car floor. The remaining baggy shirt draping over your thighs. It was a sight for sore eyes, Abby thought. You unzipped her pants, eagerly pulling out her strap that she had been walking around with. You looked up at her, a hint of a smirk on your lips, Abby placed one hand at the base, angling the tip against your covered slit, watching as your slick seeped further over your lace underwear, leaving a distinctive translucent mark of your arousal. You moaned, eyes shutting as you bent your head down against her clavicle, hiding yourself from the embarrassment you felt at being so exposed in your desire for her. She wasn’t even in, yet, for fuck’s sake, and you were already weak.

“Don’t hide, baby,” She uttered, voice quiet and sweet as she bit back her own moans at the sight. Abby slipped the tip under the hem of your panties, the stiff cap of her strap rolling over your folds, spreading your slick up to your clit, in full sight as the thin, wet fabric of your underwear clung to her shape, exposing the sinful silhouette of her strap under your panties, “Wanna look at you.”

Abby smirked as she felt how little friction it took for her strap to slide up against your folds, “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Her voice tense, groaning as she watched her own movements, teeth grabbing the bottom of her own lip as the tip became covered in slick, hidden beneath the fabric, “All wet and ready, could just slide right in,”

“Abby, p-please, can’t take it,” You whimpered, the pressure against your clit was stirring you towards insanity, but it wasn’t enough, not when she was teasing you with the damn thing, not when she was so, so close. You couldn’t take her relentless teasing any longer, spurred and waiting as you could only sit there as she decided to mess with you, you thought you’d come right there and then.

“Please what, baby?” She smirked, the edge of her lip tilting up as she watched you lose more and more of your patience, hips jutting towards her as a means to feel more of her. Lips meeting the edge of your jaw as she left the softest kisses on your skin, pausing to look over at you, the way your expressions morphed into desperation and eyebrows pinched together, just waiting for her to move properly. “Please, just p-put it inside, need to feel you inside, Abby-please” The desperation in your voice pulled at her, her own heat throbbing as she admired you, thankful that someone up there had blessed her with this sight tonight. Whichever lesbian gods resided up there to gift her such a vision. The sight of you falling apart and begging for her made her lose all the remaining composure she tried so hard to cling on to, as she slid up into your walls, you welcoming her as she slipped right in. You were so wet that she could hear the perverted sounds of your pussy sucking her in, your hands clawed at the back of her neck, head against her collarbone as you bit into her shoulder, grasping on to any remaining dregs of stability you could find. Your hips began to roll against hers on their own, seeking their own path.

“There, that’s it, baby. See, how you can take it,” Her words were anything but innocent, yet the saccharine tone of her voice was pulling you further into your climax, like a siren dragging you into deepwater, you were rendered wordless at this point, having been so turned on for so long must’ve melted your brain to mush, so you could only lean against her and ride her out. Could only sit there and take it, “You’re such a good girl for me, baby, that’s it,”

“You feel.. s-so fucking good, Abby,” Your babbles seemed to exacerbate Abby’s movements, lack of coherent words spurring her on as the harder thrusts hit the back of your cervix, drawing out the loudest sound you’ve ever heard be forced out from between your lips, you lifted your head to look at her, she looked just as ruined as you. Her eyes fixed on where you and her strap connected, folds gripping her each time she pulled out, “Fuck, baby, you’re taking me so fucking well, like you were born for my cock,” Her words were now blatantly sinful, Abby’s head just as mushed as yours felt as she rambled, drunk on feeling as if the strap truly was attached to her. She was usually such a gentlewoman, patient and respectful, but now? In this moment you saw another side to her, one that was so carnal in her desire and knew exactly what to say to make you see double. “I can almost feel you clenching around me,”

“Fuck-mm, Abby, I’m so close,” Her strap was splitting, your eyes shut as the repeated hits against your walls reverberated through your system, you bounced your hips against hers, sucking her further in. The insides of your thighs were drenched, your slick having dripped down all over her strap as she moved. You felt your brain almost explode when Abby’s fingers met with your clit, rubbing against the bud as her other hand reached up to grasp your jaw, with a little pressure, just enough for your plump lips to jut out slightly as she reconnected your lips. Her name sounded so sweet on your tongue, the familiar swell of pride returned, proud that it was her name you were currently moaning out, hers and hers alone. She wondered if Ellie ever made you like this, or if it was reserved just for her.

You could die happy, you thought, if this was the last humanly pleasure you felt. Her tongue moved against yours, before biting your bottom lip, you couldn’t focus on anything but her, the way she was making you feel. Your vision becoming slightly blurred as the pressure in your lower stomach built up, tightening as you felt it increase and increase as her fingers played with the bundle of nerves paired with the repeated beats of her pressing herself into you. Her hand loosened its grip on your jaw, she reached to the hem of your shirt, lifting it to reveal your breasts, nipples stiff as the movement of your bodies made your breasts spring up and down, the skin of your ass recoiled as gravity worked its magic, Abby was entranced, mesmerised as she watched you glow closer. Your hands grabbed at her, running down from her neck to reach her well-built biceps, nails digging into the buff muscles, drawing tiny red marks which contrasted against her skin. Playing basketball must really keep her busy.

Abby was no fool, she had clocked you staring at them enough, she let out a grunt as she felt the sharp sting on your nails. The act prompted her, losing the grip over her mouth as she was incited to new levels. “Like my arms, sugar?”

“Abby..” you mewled, pushing your face into her neck in the embarrassment that you had been clocked, “They’re just so big,”

Abby chuckled, “I’ll show you what they’re capable of soon enough,” Her words went straight to your core, making you clench tightly around her.

“For now, I want you to come all over my cock, sweetheart,” She grabbed at the skin of your breasts, kneading her large hands over them, pulling and tweaking your nipples as your body fell into her, lips open as the overstimulation hit its peak, eliciting a final drawl from you as your body shook against her. “Fuck… there you go, baby,” she dragged your orgasm out, still pushing her cock into you as you rode it out, “Fuck.. fucking orgasm lasted so long,” you sighed into her neck, mumbling voice wobbled as your legs twitched against her, spilling your cum all over her strap as it leaked out of you. She slowed her thrusts, keeping herself inside you until you were done. Your sensitive walls still reacting to her.

You felt completely worn out as she finally slipped out of you, you shyly lifted your head to make contact with her gaze, her eyes warm and gleaming as she attempted to hold back a smile, “That was..” You could hardly finish your sentence, placing a soft kiss against her lips as she grabbed your neck, holding your head up and rubbing her thumb over the soft skin of your jaw. “Wow.”

“Speechless, huh?” She couldn’t contain herself, an air of cockiness in her demeanour, her mind wandered to what this meant for you both now.

“If you think we’re still going, I have bad news,” You muttered, still in a daze as a wave of sleepiness hit you,

“Sweetheart, we’re not going anywhere but upstairs to my apartment,” You smiled at her, this was exciting. You felt comforted with her, “Don’t think I’m not returning the favour, by the way,” Abby laughed, nodding as she kissed your neck.

“Shit, I owe Dina 20 bucks,”

“Wait, what?”

—

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thebestandrealestever · 1 year ago

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..shut up my moms calling !

miles morales 42 x black fem reader

sum: miles is always there . warns : cursing . a/n : the blue story is not coming out right now, i done got my heart played wid so bad . it hurts to much to write that story and i need sum happy . it is coming out just not now, sorry to let u down . and sorry this short i got finals coming up , bop = hoe

based off jace nd crystal from swagger .

miles has always been there , even when he wasn’t he was . you could feel his eyes on you when he wasn’t even in the room , you hoped it wasn’t just you being delusional and your falling out hurt him as much as it did you . now what you didn’t know is it hurt him so much more, it consumed him . and he did swing by your house , your school , and your job . where ever he knew you would be just to see you . you fell out because he was with a girl and he wasn’t treating her the best and u checked him on it . he didn’t wanna be with her and you didn’t want him to either but you’ve known each other way too long to say anything . his parents and yours would often tell each other it was only temporary, you both thought it was weird they stayed in touch but you both hoped it was. you checked on him too , watching his location on your phone or even stopping by the bodega he’s always at . you were actually doing it right now , at the lil corner store miles was always at . you roamed the store just to do it and then you saw curly hair that couldn’t be any one else , you saw your best friend . but to not make it look like you were stalking him, you quietly walked in the aisle he was in . fake looking at the candy while your mind and heart were racing . and he noticed you too , he noticed you walk all the way over there and noticed you looking at candy you didn’t even like.

“hey bop” he finally said turning his head to quickly scan you then turning back and his tone irked you a little but you shook it off .

“who a bop ? anyway hey girl .. “ “ i miss you .” he said in a hushed tone so maybe you wouldn’t hear . “i miss you too, a lot.” you said and his nonchalant demeanor broke , the real him returning , only you could do that . he put his candy down , hugging you as he let out a breath he didn’t know he had . you leaned into the familiar touch , you really really missed him .

“can we not do this again ? life so boring without my favorite hoe .” you said with a sweet smile truly meaning every word , “say it again i bet iah smack tf outta you .” he said laughing and you laughed too, acting as it no time had passed , but you both knew nothing could go unsaid , as the laughter died down and you left the store he spoke up . “ i’m sorry.. about acting like that , i just don’t get why it made you so upset i was with her .” he said walking on the outside of you like he always did . “ion know i guess i didn’t want you with her , you were also treating her like a dog .” you said mindlessly only realizing when it already left your mouth , did you just say that ? “shit not that like i wanted you or anything, i just didn’t want gwen to be h-“ “she wasn’t you , i tried to see you in her but i just couldn’t .” he said stopping in his tracks pulling your hand to turn around at him , “oh , u want me real bad get off my body damn .” you said obviously kidding to avoid talking about your feelings “u play too much” he said leaning into kiss you for like the 4th time ? you always ended up kissing miles , so you let him and it happened like it always happened . it was special like always, different than anybody you’d ever kissed . “you like me or sum ? you always kissing me like damn nigga get out my mouth !” “yo stfu fore i rly do sum to you lil boy .” he said as he starting walking again and you looked around for the “lil boy” “where he at? ion see no lil boys” you said catching up with him and he just chuckled as his response . “i want you , i want us” he finally said as you smiled at the words you’ve waited so long for , “me too .”

#miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #black reader #black fem reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x female reader #spotify #earth 42 miles x black reader #earth 42 prowler

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anemptypuddingcup · 2 years ago

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Hand kink w/ Sanji.

Y’all ion know about you, but it’s something about Sanji’s hands that makes me want him to strangle me with them. (I’m weird don’t mind me. Most of op men hands are beautiful to me.)

Sanji hums in delight as he sliced up some fruit on the cutting board. Walking into the kitchen, you yawned and walked over to the fridge. Before opening the fridge you turn over to Sanji and freeze up as you stared at his hands gripping the fruit and knife intently. He turns over to you and smiles brightly, happy to see another of his pretty crew mates so early in the morning. “________-San~ G’morning love~” He smiles, his eyes growing all lovey dovey. “G-Good morning, Sanji” You say nervously followed by a yawn. Sanji raises a curly brow as he noticed your nervous tone. “What’s wrong? Are you having another bad morning again?” He asks focusing back onto the fruit he was slicing. “N-No m’fine.” You say before peeking into the fridge. “You seem on edge about something honey.” He says, peering back to you. You sigh before looking around in the fridge.

“I’m sorry I haven’t fixed up breakfast yet, I wanted to make a lil’ snack for all of you lovely ladies first~” He continues, smiling. You nodded, you eyes now pasted on his pretty hands. Sanji notices you staring and stops cutting to turn to you. “Love are you sure you’re alright? Are you still sleepy?” He asks walking over to you. His hands cups your face to look at you and you shiver from excitement. “Speak to me, what’s wrong honey?” He asks, looking at you with a glint of worry in his eyes. You shivered as your face grew hot. Feeling his hands against any part of you body was like heaven to you. “S-Sanji…your hands…” You say softly. You squeak as you felt his fingers graze the back of your ears. “Hm? What’s wrong with them?” He asks, tilting his head. “I…adore them Sanji…” You confessed, your hand now on his wrist.

Sanji’s eyes widens as he hears those words leave your mouth, his face slowly began to turn red as he grew flustered. “Y-You like my hands?-“ He asks, still finding unbelievable that you’ve said such a thing. You nodded reluctantly before looking away from him. “What do you like about my hands..?” He asks softly, his thumb now caressing the soft skin of your cheeks. You jolt from his question but answer it. “I just…like them…they’re soft.” You say as you rub your face against his hands. Sanji grips your chin and pulls your face closer to his. “What do you want me to do to you with my hands?” He asks as he stares down at you with now half-lidded eyes.

You shivered, now nervous to say all of the naughty and dirty you wanted him to do to you. “W-Well…uh…” You say nervously as you turn your head from him. Sanji turns your head back towards him and looks at you deep into your eyes. “Look at me honey, what do you want me to do to you with my hands?” He asked once again, his tone now more soft and laced with lust. “I…I want you to…touch me..” You say softly. Sanji smiles and pulls your face into his, pressing his lips into yours. You let out a little gasp of surprise, not expecting him to give you a loving kiss onto your lips. “Touch you where? Where do you want me to touch you?” He asks as he pulls away from your lips. You didn’t answer but your breathing slowly began to grow heavy as Sanji slowly pushed you up against the wall. He rides his knee up between your thighs and against your needy cunt, making you whimper out in response.

“Don’t ignore my question baby~ Where do you want me to touch you?” Sanji repeats, his hands now slipping to both sides of your body against the wall. You gasp as you feel his knee beginning to grind and slide against your clit. “I-I want you to touch…touch my body please~” You whimper out as you begin to grind your hips against his knee. Sanji presses another kiss to your lips before sliding his hands under your shirt to massage your breast. “Good good. What do you want my hands to do to your body? Be more specific for me.” He says, a little growl following after. It was clear that he was also getting in the mood just from the bulge beginning to form in his pants beside his perverted-ness. “P-Please…S-Sanji~” You arch your back off of the wooden kitchen walls of the ship as you felt yourself being swallowed by his touch. “Don’t falter baby girl, answer me okay?” He whispered into your ear before pressing a kiss to the shell of it.

“I-I want you to…play with my body Sanji~ Please touch me more~” You whisper shakily as you press your hand against his wrist. Sanji presses a kiss to your neck and glances back up into your eyes. “Good girl. As you wish ma chérie~” He whispers before removing one of his hands from your chest and pressing his fingers against your lips. You suck on his fingers intently before he releases them from your lips with a little pop. He slides his hand down into your panties and slips his fingertips against your slit, making you jolt out of neediness. “Lift your leg a bit honey…” He says quietly to which you immediately obey. You let out a little gasp as he pushes his fingers through your tight hole before curling them up inside of you.

You whimper as his fingertips grinds against your sweet g-spot which causes you to then let out a loud moan. Sanji presses his lips against yours once again before fully beginning to make out with you. The feeling of his tongue sliding against yours turned you on even more as the lust clouded both your mind and his. Sanji slowly begins to thrust his fingers deep inside of your cunt, letting out a little groan agains your tongue when he feels your wonderful walks tighten around his fingers. Your hands hold Sanji’s shoulders as you begin to buck you hips against his hand, slowly feeling orgasm building up deep inside of you. Sanji pulls back and lets out gasp, trying to catch his breath from the make out session of you both.

“Sanji~ Sanji please move them faster~” You whimpered, closing your eyes as the pleasure made you less controllable. “Patience sweetie, you wanna enjoy your orgasm, don’t you?” He says before giving you another kiss. You whine as you feel yourself wanting to cum from his pale and delicate fingers. Sanji increases the speed of his hand slightly which was enough for you to be pulled a bit more off the edge. “Oh yes~ Sanji! Sanji!~” You moan his name angelically yet shakily as you feel yourself slowly beginning to cum around his fingers, your cream now beginning to coat his fingers. Sanji grew more hungry for your body the more he moved his fingers in and out your sweet cunt. “Are you going to cum sweetheart?” Sanji asks, a little smile appearing on his face.

You nodded profusely as your walls clamps down on his fingers, slightly restricting his movements. “Yeah m’goin’ to!~” You whimper as you left your leg up a bit higher. Sanji thrusts his fingers into you quickly, trying his best to help you chase your high and cum. “Hah! Hah Sanji!~” You moan desperately as you feel yourself beginning to cum onto his hand. Your juices squirt out onto his hand as a lengthy and whiny moan leaves your lips. Sanji presses a kiss to your lips before slowly pulling his finger from your cunt. Slowly sliding his fingers along his tongue, he hums in delight as your sweet taste of your juices quickly spread across his tongue. “So sweet, so delicious~” He hums before pressing a kiss to your lips once again. You breathe heavily as you feel your legs tremble from your orgasm still.

You kiss Sanji deeply before wrapping your arms around his torso. “Sanji~” You hummed as his hands slowly slide down and away from your body. His hands reach to his belt buckle and he begins to unbuckle his belt and his pants before letting out a sigh from the restraint. “Please…ma chèrie…help me out too~” He begs as he releases his cock from his briefs. You hummed in delight and nodded and you got down to your knees. You press a kiss to his reddened tip, making him moan suddenly from the warm and soft touch of your lips. “Don’t hold yourself back either Sanji~” You moan before you begin to take his cock inside your mouth.

It’s good that it was really earlier in the morning. Why have breakfast when you can have Sanji?

-The corniest end line I’ve ever written.

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji smut #sanji fluff #sanji x reader #puddingcupfics #Sanji’s hands triggers something within me-#I like Sanji’s hands-#I know i’m weird

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strawburry01 · 7 months ago

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Pinball Wizard

Summary: Soft lil one shot of you and your boyfriend Angus playing pinball

AN: Fluffy fluff and chill stuff sorry I'm all over the place, but life sometimes be life-ing for the good and the bad. I had someone over and left tumblr open and when I tell you I've never lunged across the room faster to shut a screen....

You stood over a pinball machine, brow furrowed in frustration as the ball once again slid right through the middle of the two paddles. You swore under your breath and hit glass, losing another dollar to the machine. You were waiting for your boyfriend Angus to meet you here after his exam, trying to take his mind off however he scored. Unfortunately you had not planned for him to take so long- or for you to lose so many quarters in the process. You sipped on your bottle of Coke as you leered at the machine, as if it would do anything. Angus was the one who was good at these sorts of things, and you swore he was somehow rigging it everytime. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t sort of into it though watching how serious he got when he leaned over the machine, usually crossing one leg behind the other to get optimal positioning. Ever since you convinced him to start wearing accessories like your rings and necklaces sometimes he’d become a lot more confident in his looks. He always was adjusting his coat sleeves or collar just so people noticed. You’d heard about his time before college and knew he had always been stuck around pretty pretentious people- going to one of those schools where he needed to wear the same uniform as everyone and go to mass everyday twice a day. Personally you would’ve set the place on fire, but he always lied and said he was an angel of a student, to which you would always punch his arm at. College was different, college was better. You were studying chemistry and working a few lab jobs around campus, mostly cleaning beakers and pipetting for hours on end, and he was studying history, working to become a professor eventually. He always said he wanted to teach at Yale or some other Ivy League, but you could see him being a good high school teacher. You’d broached the idea to him once when you were both high and talking about the future, but he got quiet and ended it by saying he’d never be as good as his history teacher.

Some kid next to you shrieked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hey hon,” Angus said, appearing next to you, plucking your bottle out of your hand and taking a sip. The circles under his eyes were darker and his voice was tired.

“Exam went that good huh?” you asked as you watched him finish the bottle of soda. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, setting his head on top of ours.

“What gave it away?” he gently laughed, feeling his chest rumble under your cheek as you squeezed him back. He smelled like old weathered books and cigarette smoke. He pressed his lips to your forehead before breaking away and running a hand through his mess of curly hair. “Alright give me some quarters I need to forget that essay,” he said with a small smirk as he tried to reach into your jean jacket pocket for quarters. He grabbed a handful of coins from your pocket and spun to the pinball machine you’d been opposing for the last few rounds.

“Good luck with that one babe,” you grumbled as you moved to the right side of the machine, leaning against the wall with your hands tucked behind the small of your back. Angus laughed looking down at the lit up board.

“We’ll see about that,” he quipped, the blinking lights of the game lighting up the features of his face. You can only watch in silence as he somehow expertly flicks the bumpers racking up 100’s, 1,000’s, eventually 1,000,000’s of points.

“How are you so good at this?” you asked from the sidelines, shaking your head.

“I’m good with my fingers?” he answered without missing a beat or looking away from the game, to which you responded with a gentle smack to the back of his head. He only smirked. “Hey you would know right?” he added, finally drawing his eyes to meet yours.

“Oh shut it Tully,” you sneered as you pushed yourself off the wall to go get another Coke. Before you could get far you felt his hand wrap around your waist and pull you back. He nestled you right between himself and the machine, holding his hands over yours on the sides, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re going to make me lose the game Y/N,” he mumbled into your ear, still laser focused on the game, pressing your fingers in to hit the bumpers for him.

“What if I throw the game for you?” you threatened, hitting the bumpers with your own volition a few times before the ball reached the bottom again. Angus took the second to pinch your hip which caused you to yelp.

“I suggest you don’t try it,”. You smiled to yourself as you settled back, leaning back into his chest as you felt his arms reach out over your own to continue playing, “good girl,” he murmured into your ear as he quickly pecked your cheek as he continued to play.

The fact that this was your life now- the fact that the nerd that sat in the back of the ancient Roman civilizations class was now wrapped around you- STILL more focused on a damn pinball game than you-

“High score,” he muttered under his breath as the screen in front flashed yellow and blue. Sure enough somehow he had really just gotten the high score.

“Good job babe,” you laughed as he flicked through the letters to spell out your name on the scoreboard.

“Couldn’t have done it without my lucky charm,” he smiled as he placed a kiss on the top of your shoulder before pushing back from the machine and stretching his arms above his head, lifting up the hem of his shirt in the process. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander down to his exposed midsection, a small bit of his tattoo peaking out, “enjoying the view?” he asked as he caught you in the act. You felt your face go red as you tried to open your mouth to defend your way out of this one, but you knew it was hopeless.

He smirked and pulled you in by the belt loops until you were chest to chest with him, wrapping your arms behind the back of his neck. He was a strong proponent of PDA, and you for once didn’t mind it in a relationship.

“Think I can get lucky again tonight?” he said as his lips brushed yours. You pushed onto the toes of your shoes and kissed his lips, leaving him wanting more as you sunk back down. You slid your hand on top of his jeans, touching his skin under his shirt causing him to suck air in with anticipation.

“I think it’s both of us getting lucky,”.

#angus tully #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #college au #the holdovers

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amazingmsme · 2 months ago

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Do you have any preferences in design choices with Polites, Odysseus and the other characters from EPIC? Or any specific headcanons with specific designs/ design choices you love seeing in different person's designs?

Anything specific you use in your designs for all of them?

It's late for me, I hope that question makes enough sense— did I say something with DeSIgN???

And once more, how are you? I hope you are having/were having a great day! (And no more MoRe trauma from the trauma-bringer-saga)

Thank you, I’m doing pretty good! So sorry it took a while to get to it, but I’m finally clearing out the ol’ ask box a bit! I absolutely love seeing all the different designs for the characters from different artists, but there are a few staples I love!

Odysseus: never has hair shorter than his shoulders, & it’s got some wave to it! Maybe he’s born with it, maybe it’s maybeline ✨ really enjoy the armor designs I’ve seen for when they’re in battle, but I feel like he’d wear the chest plate more often. He’s got the lil hat that Penelope made for him! Idk if he’d wear it a lot after everything that’s happened to them because he’s so worried something will happen to it. Instead he’d keep it somewhere safe that only he knows about, it in a very secure pocket

He always has some facial hair, even when he’s not hermit evil man trying to get home. But he keeps it short & well groomed, along with his hair. This bitch is probably so particular about his hair care & has special oils n shit

Eurylochus: I am such a fucking simp for the one shoulder pad design, it’s always a banger but it just looks SO good on him! He likes to keep his hair shaved & has a curved knife he uses just for that. He’s actually a bit of a germaphobe & lowkey freaks out if he sees anyone using it for something else

He’s one of the tallest in the whole crew, so his toga rides up a lil bit higher on his thigh than some of the shorter crew members

I haven’t seen this anywhere else, but I think he’d have one of Ctimene’s scarfs to use as a belt

Polites: the glasses & headband are practically canon at this point, are you kidding me? I’ve always pictured it as a red headband, but I don’t think the color matters much here

I picture him with short curly hair that gets floofy & messy when it grows out. He fusses over it so bad when it grows out too much, so the headband absolutely serves a purpose

His face is more round & full & he has an absolutely dazzling smile & the biggest dimples you’ve ever seen

#asks #deinodevilmaus #epic headcanons #odysseus #eurylochus #polites #epic #epic musical #epic the musical

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pumpkinsy0 · 2 months ago

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that post you made about soda and papercuts wedding made me start thinking 😈.... hcs for papercut wedding?? :D

papercut,,,getting MARRIED????? tch,,,

•ponys SO uncomfortable, like he wants to do it but like he has to b ROMANTIC???? in front of the gang?????? ew, he’d rather b taken out back and dealt w

•same thing w curly, hes barely lovey w tim and angela when theyre all alone, if u think thats magically changing im sorry but ur so wrong, AND FOR THISE REASONS☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽thats y i think the wedding wouldnt b allat long, but also bc theyre kinda impatient and dont wanna stand for that long

•darry and soda r willing to put their feelings aside for this, dare i say, i dont think theyd b as upset as ppl say they would b, at some point, theyve gotta let their own feelings about the relationship go, i dont think it would b like 100% gone but it certainly has decreased a lil, at some point u just gotta b happy for em

•thats what inspired that post btw, but also, weddings just get soda in a mood yknow???

•curlys the one who wants to splurge (i hate that word so bad.) on the wedding a lil but cause i mean THEYRE getting married, meanwhile pony just wants to keep it lowkey, so theres this in between of it

•for suits, i dont think it was anything special, but pony did have a corsage to make it more interesting, switch it up a bit, maybe they both did!!! one if em on the chest and the other had it on the wrist

•look not everyone can b a groomsmen, ill say darry walked pony down the aisle but him and soda was a groomsmen together, and tim and angela were curlys groomsmen,,,or groomsthem, everyone else was part of the sitting thing goin on in weddings

•YES, there were empty seats for ponys parents, for curlys???? i say hes not much of a mamas boy anymore and he fucking hates his stepdad so its like whatever they dont get seats, it was some other ppl occupying the shepards seating part of the wedding

•pls dont even get them started on vows, both their vows were like “yea i love u, ur pretty cool” and like i said, it WOULD probably b a BIT more romantic if both their families werent RIGHT there</333

•when pony and curly cut the cake, i feel like it just dissolved into a small food fight, just a tiny one, somethin lil light, nuthin too crazy,,

•they kept a slice of cake and their wedding toppers :D

•darry and soda have unlocked a new kinda teasing from curly btw, just bc its been years and they got married doesnt mean the teasing over, this is a life long thing here

•angelas still upset brah, how the fuck did curly get married before her, id b so pissed if i was her😭😭, BUT curly did give her this make shift bouquet of flowers as like a “u’ll get there one day, champ”

•tim was more of a planner, he didnt have much to do AT the wedding, he just rlly observed, but he and curly did have one hell of a talk after the whole thing

if ur wondering who proposed and how, technically it was curly, but it was more of a “hey do u wanna get hitched” scratches neck “sure” thing than the traditional way of it all

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #PaperCut ship #tim shepard #angela shepard #darrel curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis

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not-alien-girl-v · 1 year ago

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Caramel (Ross Macdonald)

warning: language, reference to the inseam incident that i will never elaborate more on but love to reference over and over again

note: continues in this fluffy lil mini series that sorta starts here. i think i might continue this into a little mini series because i like this dynamic and i think i need more of y/n and ross in this universe. if you want to, you can imagine all the ross one shots i write all exist in the same universe cuz that’s what i do.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

it’s been 2 days since ross forcefully entered came to check in on you at your shared apartment with violet. you’re still on your period, so of course, you’re still finding it difficult to look ross in the eye without succumbing to your wildest dreams, so instead you made plans that are essentially a huge turn-off for you: hanging out with his friends.

“do i do eyeliner for this? is this, like, an eyeliner occasion?” violet questions while pretending she’s not as frantic as she truly is. she sits on the bathroom counter, having knocked over a few things on her climb up but you decided not to pester her about it.

“it really depends on who you plan on talking to.” you are sitting in the empty bathtub, fully clothed and a throw pillow hugged to your stomach. the bathroom door is closed and violet forgot to put on music so both your voices fill up the room, slightly echoing with enough enunciation.

“give me a run through again?” she pleads. you’ve done it twice, so you assume this last time is the last time but for real this time.

“first there’s adam, he has a girlfriend so he doesn’t care. then there’s george-“

“that’s the other big one, right? the blond?”

“we’ll he’s not actually blond, it’s just bleached. and very fried too. so if you’re into a man with a thicker head of hair, then you’d want to go for matty. but he comes with his own things to think about.”

“like?”

“i’m skipping ahead, sorry. so george, he’s very nice, very sweet guy, he is the other big one, he’s 6’4. smokes a lot of weed, like a lot. aside from his occasional forgetfulness from that, he’s very kind, very polite and respectful, very much a feminist. and he loves dogs.”

“well, i’m more of a cat person.”

“and you’re out of luck there. all his friends are dog people. you’ll have to adjust. anyways, then there’s matty. he’s like the ‘wattpad bad boy’ of the friend group, i think he got voted most likely to be a mafia boss and purchase a girl named ‘y/n’ from her junkie mother.”

“can you maybe like tell me something relevant about him?”

“that is relevant. he’s a little shorter, curly hair, a lot of tattoos, i mean, they all do. i think george might have the most, actually. he’s a bit of a dick at times and i know he means well or he’s mean in a comedic manner but more than often he just gets on my nerves and i know you have a much shorter temper than i do.”

“so you’re saying i should try to talk to george more.”

“i’m saying you should be careful. men are unpredictable and weird. and gross. you heard about the inseam incident, didn’t you?”

she visibly shudders. “god, how could i forget? fucking grotesque…”

she turns back to meet her own reflection in the mirror, staring blankly, but soon realizes how easily you dodged her original question. “wait, so eyeliner or no eyeliner?”

you give her a long, studying look. “eyeliner.”

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

you hold the door open for violet, always feeling like a gentleman to her damsel whenever she’s around. the inside of the boys’ house is much warmer than outside, and it feels like home, if home was a set temperature.

matty and george bicker over something in front of the tv, a case of dvds, maybe. adam is balls deep in conversation with his girlfriend, carly, while he pets allen, george’s matty’s dog. ross is in the kitchen grabbing a soda and a beer when he turns around at the noise of the door being opened.

“there’s my girl!” he exclaims, seemingly tipsy before the party has even begun. he drops both beverages on the kitchen island and circles around to give violet a brief side hug and you a much more substantial one. he squishes you in so tight you feel your ribs crack and splinter under the weight of it and he’s warm like a home should be. “good to see you, violet, you ready to meet my mates? they’ve been giddy about your arrival all day.”

“fuck off, we have not!” matty hollers over his shoulder and while his head is turned, george swiftly sticks a dvd of his own choice into the player and stands up, fleeing from the scene of the crime. he dusts his hands off on his jeans and reaches out to help his friend off the floor.

once matty realizes what has been done, his jaw drops in offense, and pettily, pushes g’s hands away and reluctantly stands up on his own. he stretches his arms up high and his back and elbows crack in the process. you’re much more used to his antics than violet, so you know he’s only doing this action to make the bottom of his t-shirt ride up, revealing his happy trail and his sexy tattoos.

this isn’t just some weird head-canon you have for him, you’ve actually heard him admit to this trick before when attempting to woo a woman.

ross leads the two of you over to the three men loitering the living room. “violet, this is adam,” adam doesn’t stand as the dog is in his lap, but he gives a humble wave that suffices, “matty,” violet doesn’t need to be pointed to who matty is. he stands and smiles widely and wraps violet in a hug.

“bold,” you mutter. matty flips you off behind violet’s back. you roll your eyes but he doesn’t catch it.

george approaches then, exuding a strange energy you’d never seen before. not from him at least. “and i’m george,” he extends a hand for a firm handshake, and when you watch violet agree to it, you can see him squeeze her hand just a smidge too tight.

they both are so weird. why can’t they just act normal around your friend?

“why are you two acting like freaks?” ross speaks the words right from your mouth and you feel a strong sense of adoration for him the way he can just simply share a thought of yours.

“no reason. anyway, we’re watching 'monster house,'" george dismisses and fetches the beer ross had been in the process of grabbing for him. while in the kitchen, he grabs two more sodas, holding both the cans perfectly in one large hand and you wonder what it must be like to possess such an ability.

ross drops down onto one end of the large couch, leaning into the arm of it and matty gets comfortable on a single arm chair, not leaving much opportunity to sit near violet and you start observing the weird male hierarchy that is already set in place when a new female is introduced to the ecosystem. were they like when you first met them all? you never bothered to ask, it never happened across your mind.

george returns with the sodas and hands one to you and one to violet, ever the gentleman, and sits down on the other side of the largest couch in the room.

“hey, wasn’t that coke supposed to be mine?” ross complains.

“there’s only two left. and y/n and violet are guests, so if y/n would like to share with you, that’s on her.”

ross sticks his tongue out at george’s back when he turns to fuss with the remote. you join the men on the couch, sitting a distance from ross and he immediately pulls you closer than close, you’re basically on his lap at this point. you’re confused at this sudden pda but then you notice it gives violet enough room to squeeze in right next to george on the couch. stupid unspoken male hierarchy rules.

you hand the soda to ross, not even having to ask or say anything at all, he knows it’s his official boyfriend duty to crack it open for you. he does exactly that, stealing a sip of it before handing it back. you squint at him.

you are sly when you side eye violet and george, completely eavesdropping on their gentle conversation but acting like you’re caught up in your own with your boyfriend. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say ross was listening in as well. you’re so in sync with him.

“i moved here after high school, my family is back in california,” you hear violet inform him and george looks all too interested.

“that explains the accent. it’s not everyday you hear an american, especially around here. why didn’t you go somewhere cooler like london?”

“y/n and i used to live there but then she started studying here so we made the move together. and sorry about the whole accent. it sounds a little silly compared to you guys, i know.”

“it’s not silly at all. i’ve actually always found it quite sexy, the american speak.”

it would sound like a load of bullshit if it were coming from anyone else but george is always so sincere in every word he says, you decide to leave them be for now.

you turn back to the man next to you. “can i kiss you?”

he scrunches his eyebrows, “since when do you need to ask?”

“i’m wearing lipstick. it’s gonna get on you. it might be… i don’t know… embarrassing.”

“why would it be embarrassing to have visible proof i just kissed a girl?”

“so that’s a yes, then?”

“kiss me any time. i love your lipstick. get it all over me if you want to.”

you decide to take that as a challenge and use both your hands to hold him down still, kissing every inch of his face that isn’t covered by the dark, coarse hair of his beard.

it takes him by surprise, so he sits still in shock for a few moments, letting you make a complete mess on his face, before finally retaliating, grabbing your face this time and kissing you properly.

“ew, get a room,” you didn’t even notice matty in the corner on the chair, now wrapped up in a thick blanket and pile driving a bowl of popcorn completely solo, looking like a young girl menstruating for the very first time.

ross wraps his arms around you, cradling you protectively into his neck. “mind your business, dickwad. watch the movie.” you mumble something into ross’s neck and he lets you loose so you can speak up. “what’s that?”

“douche canoe.”

he cackles in laughter, “yeah, you’re a douche canoe.”

matty rolls his eyes and you’re more than content with his irritation, so you finally give it a rest and cuddle back into ross, enjoying his warmth since matty stole both of the couch blankets.

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taglist: @indierockgirrl @itssimpleanditgoeslikethis @americanangel @butyou-callmewhenyourebored

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emicat1159 · 7 months ago

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Next part of my lil fanfic! I didn't do any art for it yet cos it's already taken me way too long to even write it out 😭

Anyway yeaaaaah Aggie gets to meet the angels, fun :P

Suppressing a gasp Agata ducked behind the doorframe to her right, her foot grazing the shattered glass of the window in her hurry to hide. She made little noise. From the short distance she watched as the figures- illuminated by their halos against the dreary background of rubble- observed the surrounding ruins, unable to see their expressions but, judging from their body language alone, they were unfamiliar with this location.

'And damn,, they're stood right where I wanted to go..'

How inconvenient.

Two of them looked to the tallest as he seems to start talking. He wears a perfectly straight blue suit, blonde hair reaching nearly to his shoulders. And three pairs of brown wings sat on his back. His posture was straight; and her sixth sense tells her he is dangerous.

The other two, one wearing a white suit, at his back were also three pairs of wings, the feathers coloured with beautiful greens and blues. The other, the shortest of the the three wore a long brownish-green coat, much similar to the one she was wearing,

'Well my sense of style mustn't be that bad if an angel wears something similar..'

She looks at her surroundings for anything she could use to distract them, a streetlight, car to set off the alarm of, anything that could still be manipulated with her powers. Nothing.

Lost in thought, and all at once, Agata feels a wave of energy pass through her. The tips of her fingers tingling in reaction to some unknown power. It spreads throughout her body, her muscles tensing almost painfully before growing weak, causing her to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

And fuck.. she catches herself from her fall with her hands, straight onto the shattered glass.

A pained hiss escapes her lips as blood starts trickling down her palms, adding to the erratic firing of her nerves. She sits up on her knees, whatever that just was, it left her struggling to find the strength to move. Looking down at her hands, the glass cut deep, luckily none of it was left embedded in her skin. And for a moment she forgets the three pairs of eyes that turned to look at her as she fell.

That is, until she heard one of them speak to her,

"Miss? Are you alright-?" Agata looks up towards the direction of the voice, walking towards her is the shortest of those angels, his worried expression turning to surprise when he noticed her cut hands,

"Oh! Oh no, I'm so sorry, if we knew you were there we wouldn't have- wait let me- I'll help you" he kneels in front of her. Agata's eyes shoot up to his face, his gentle round features adorned with deep green eyes and curly blonde hair, and his hand reaching towards her.

Oh how she feels like a cornered animal in that very moment. When was the last time someone had touched her?

She made a feeble attempt at leaning away from him, grimacing slightly, her strength returning to her slowly, not enough to get away just yet.

"Hey, it's okay, I can heal this. We don't usually do this for humans.. but.. Well there's no point in trying to hide what we are from you now is there?" He smiled softly at her. He took her hands gently, palm side up, careful not to irritate her wounds any further. Her skin burned at the familiar contact, craving for a comfort she had not felt in what feels like a lifetime.

The angel's halo glowed brightly as she feels the heat from her hands fading gently, her eyes widening as she watches her skin reconstruct and heal. It feels nothing like her own power's effect, while hers leaves her body tingling excitedly, this is a cool and soothing sensation, energising.

Agata once again looks up, sensing the presence of the other two angels coming closer to them, then angel helps her to her feet.

"I'm Raphael, these are my brothers; Gabriel and Michael" Raphael gestures to the other two, the one named Michael nodded towards her, his stoic expression showing no emotion, yet Agata can't deny him to be strikingly handsome- despite the resting bitch face

'Must come with being an angel' she mused.

Oh, right,

Her voice came out unintentionally timid

"I'm Agata.. you're.. actually angels-"

"Ah yes! The brunette, Gabriel, exclaims as he holds out his hand for her to shake, he looks tired, she noted.

"When we arrived here maybe ten minutes ago we saw not a single living being around us, so hiding our wings didn't seem necessary, apologies, it must've been quite a shock!"

"Y-yeah... what.. was that..?" Agata replied sheepishly

"Hm?"

"I couldn't move.. what was that about?"

"That" Michael finally spoke up "was a sort of spell we use that can temporarily neutralise and sense any entities or potential threats in the immediate area, a safety precaution if you may."

Agata contemplated this, up until this point she had resigned herself to living a life of isolation, scavenging, and hurt. The appearance of the three celestial beings at this very moment has her mind reeling with questions

'Why are they here? Why now? ...can they help me..?'

She just has to get close to them somehow.

The skies have begun to get darker now, she feels her body shiver from a cold gust of wind, it whistles through the cracks in the wall on the building behind her, she wraps her arms around herself protectively.

Raphael looks to the side, thinks, and starts to talk,

"Do you live far away? It may be best if you go back"

"A day and a half's walk away... I stopped by an old hotel on the way here, it isn't too broken.."

"Hmm.. perhaps we could accompany you?"

Gabriel spoke up next. Agata looks at him sceptically.

"I mean! We can compromise, we need a place to stay and figure out what we're doing- and perhaps you'd like the company? What'cha say?"

Agata's eyes lit up, this is exactly what she'd hoped for!

"Are you sure? This is kind of a crazy situation."

"It is strange for us too.. but we're here on a mission and we have to make it work somehow.." Michael sighs.

Agata looks down at her hands

"Hm, well, I have everything I need from this old store, so follow along if you want" she said with a small smile.

And so they start walking.

#lil lucifer au #into ashes au #fanfic #agata #michael #raphael #gabriel #how did i do

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marathedemonoverlord · 6 months ago

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We got part 2 of Mara's story. Ngl I'm gonna make the demon bros a lil different but neither here or there, here's part 2.

OG Obey Me x MC ( Mara ) - First Year of Devildom Part 2

It was another day trapped in the Devildom. Since that incident, Mara was confined to her room and despite having Mammon's pact, she refused to use him still feeling resentful. This was entirely his fault. What the hell was she supposed to do? Run like a coward? Plead for his help? He abandoned her and if he was going to fail her she wanted nothing to do with him. She refused him. The pact was so he wouldn't kill her. Nothing more. Mara paced around her room, the feeling of "Cabin Fever" setting in as she groaned in displeasure. What to do… What to do… Mara sat at her vanity, putting that black lipstick on as she glared at her reflection. This was just like back in high school. Back when she was fifteen. She could see the younger her glaring at her, trapped in a room she hated, at a school she despised, with people she abhorred. She hated it here.

She was quiet as she stared at the mirror thinking of that time.

The drive to Oakington Academy was slow and full of tension. A young girl with curly pigtails stared out the window with a frown, holding her pet tarantula, Juno's, cage in her lap.

"Mara… Please… Can't we talk?" Her father asked, glancing in the rearview mirror at his daughter. Mara didn't say anything, only closing her eyes. "How did she do it? What did she do? Was dad really choosing her over me?" were the thoughts that hung like a fog in her head. When mom left, it was just the two of them, and her father always dropped everything for her. He'd read to her, buy her whatever she wanted, they'd go everywhere together. But it was only ever when he had time for her. Between his job and many girlfriends, being with Mara was more like a requirement than anything else.

"Mara, your father is talking to you." This latest wife said, the twenty-two year old college student said, the communications major looking back at her as Mara glared at her. She hated every new step mother her father brought in; He always married these girls, and then when they got too old, discarded them for someone else. She hated it but this one was no different; Olivia Launceston, Holly Hudson, Evie Rogers, Yvette Manson… All girls who fell for her father, took his attention away, then were discarded by him or chased away by her and this one would be no different. Mara was sure of it. Even if this behavior led her to be labeled as a delinquent.

Delinquent. Troublemaker, bad kid, aggressor, hell-raiser, bully. Those were the words used to describe her by teachers and adults who couldn't give a damn about who she really was. They made her so angry. So, so angry… She wanted to just beat them black and blue, beat them, and the other kids who'd dare try to pick on her too. All of it made her so angry…

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me? I'm not interested in joining a sorority." She said coldly, scrunching her nose at the young woman as she glared at her.

"Mara, I told you. Please be nice to your new stepmother. Cindy is a part of this family now." Her father said sternly, causing Mara's glare to deepen. She never understood the point of faking this "family feeling." Her father always left these women when they reached thirty, she wasn't even permanent. "Fine, I can play nice; so Cindy, since you're only six years older than me, want me to loan you some of my clothes and makeup for the frat party?" Mara asked, grinning maliciously as Cindy gasped

"Mara!" Her father started but was cut off as Mara continued grinning as she relished every harsh word she spoke. "Or how about we skip the study group at the frat party, and you can use it for when you're lying on your back for a passing grade."

Cindy was furious as she turned back to Mara. "You have no right to speak to me that way! There is a level of respect that you-"

"Ohhh, we're talking about respect now? Well, why don't you go find your self-respect and date someone your own age, huh?"

"That's enough! I've had it with your attitude, young lady! I can't understand why you're like this, but if you can't say anything nice, then stay quiet until we get to your school!" Her father now yelled at her, causing Mara to flinch and look down. Her father never yelled at her like that… Not before. He used to like whenever she'd mock others. He used to like Juno, too. It all used to be a game for them to get fruit smoothies at the mall, people watch, and joke about others or scare people off with her spider. But now, with every new wife, he wanted to pretend Mara was just problematic? Why did he always want to pretend with each new wife? Want her to pretend? Anger, hurt, envy, and confusion brewed under her stoic expression as she stared out the window. She would cry or scream alone. She won't give them the satisfaction of seeing her upset.

The school soon came to view as her father now spoke up in a calmer tone. "Here we are dear, Oakington Academy. A year here will help you in the long run, I promise." He said as Cindy grinned, relishing in the fact she was going to a disciplinary school.

"And…. I love you, Mara." She heard her father say as she grabbed her luggage, getting out of the car. Mara didn't even look at her father, just mumbling a quiet "Whatever" as she slammed the car door, turning towards the school. She could feel him still looking at her, but she didn't look at him. How could he say he loved her when he was leaving her here?

The car drove off, and Mara turned back to watch it, a pang of sadness hitting her as it disappeared into the horizon. Did he really leave her? Did he really not want her around that badly? She knows she's been a bitch but Dad always had her back, she didn't need friends when she had her dad by her side… Is he really not going to come back? Is he really choosing that girl over her again? Well he usually left these girls after they reached thirty so it wouldn't be that long… But why did he always choose them over her during this?

Why was she always the silver medal in his life?

Mara put the cap on her lipstick back as she frowned. She hadn't spoken to her dad in a long while. She hasn't even spoken to her half siblings in a while… But now she was here. She was alone… And even if she was the silver medal or just a passing thought in their lives she missed them. Now it was like history was repeating. She was far from her family, going to a school she hated, and alone again. She felt so bitter.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door as her thoughts were washed away.

"Oi human you sent for me?" A rough voice called through the door, irritation laced in his tone. Mammon…. At least the idiot came this time. Mara had to get her mind off home.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me mammon #om mc #om mammon #mc writing #obey me writing #obey me fanfic #obey me fic

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xxoxobree · 8 months ago

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((just the jjk adults please if you dont mind!!)maybe excluding geto t_t unless you really think we'd fit!!♡ m so sorry if this is too long i HAVENT done this before but im so excited to heheeh

♡personality- ill do my best here uahh if it matters I'm an INFP 9W1! (and a scorpio if that helps!!) i can be rather shy, anxious, and quiet but with people I love/m comfortable with Im much more open and lively (love my friends sm<3_<3) id say im generally empathetic, compassionate and caring with them to the best of my abilities ♡ i can also be a bit insecure, dependent, and in need of reassurance at times ,, but for the most part im rather content :D

♡appearance- ill keep this short D: im decently pale with sorta naturally pink cheeks (very prone to dry skin t_t) i have decently long dark brown hair which is curly/wavy which i usually don't style all that much at all anyways,, uhh otherwise I'm 5'4 with hazel eyes and chubby

♡likes- m about to yap i apologize. i love animals (pretty much all of them but bugs do often scare me BUT IM LEARNING TO LOVE EM I PROMISE), I love to cosplay and go to conventions with friends, I collect plushies and I have way too many,, d&d, video games (esp with friends,, league, dbd,, stardew,,pokemon), drawing!!, reading (fanfics...), being with my friends/family, listening to my friends talk about their interests!! and learning about their cultures, random but I really like godzilla and mothra (kaijus/dragons in general,,), anime (jjk, csm, op,samurai champloo)) and manga!!, random videogame documentaries (especially silent hill,,) a lot more but,, I hope this is enough!!

♡dislikes- MUSHROOMS!!! , sudden loud noises, gege...., generally mean people??, , and I cant really think of anything rn M SORRU!!

♡hobbies- okay a olt of these are listed in my likes oopsies, i enjoy drawing, cosplaying, collecting (figures/stuffed animals), reading, playing video games, and creating outfits/costumes! (probably more I'm forgorring,,

♡music taste- 95% alex g rn,,,esp the trick dsu beach music and gsta albums,.. but if it helps i also like lil peep, nirvana, jared emerson-johnson, akira yamaoka, bob dylan, and like,, weird al hjbeheb ♡notes- THANK u so soso much for the opportunity ♡♡it means the absolute world please have a great day/night <33 much love mwah!!

Heyyy thanks for sending 🥰🥰 (you’re so real for excluding Geto 🤣 and hating gege cause he has to put the pen down)

ChosoChosoChoso

You’d be perfect

Like you he loves and cares about the people close to him, would die for them. Would understand you so well when you express your feelings about family and friends.

Being dependent is literally not a problem for him at all he want you to depend on him and come to him for everything. I do not think you’d ever be insecure with this man. Compliments you 24/7. If you are insecure reassures you immediately, probably sad that you feel that way.

Loves that you spend time with family, will definitely want to be around your family.

Secretly plays with your stuffies. (I’m curious about them too 🤭 I want a Nanami plush sooo bad.)

Content with sitting and watching you play video games, refuses to play them himself though.

Doesn’t get asked much about himself so he would be shocked that you want to hear about him.

Watches all the Godzilla movies with you , thinks it’s the best thing ever

#xxoxo updates

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 1 year ago

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Hii-- This is my first ask so I'm sorry if it is awkward.. Can I get a matchup? Here's the info, if you never get to it that's fine :)

5'4½ with semi-long, wavy, brunette hair and amber eyes. I have lots of freckles and glasses that have a black, square frame. I usually am seen wearing jeans with a hoodie or sweater shirt, even in Summer. If I'm not wearing that, I'm probably wearing a dress. I have anxiety, but am a lot more outgoing, loud, and honest around people I trust. I'm a cat person and my love language is physical touch/affection. And while dogs aren't bad, the slobber isn't my favorite.

If I need to add any more info let me know! Take your time getting to this if needed :)

matchups #3

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i would match you up with wilbur!

im sorry but everything in your description literally describes wilbur like its actually perfect !!

soulmates you could say...

as soon as i read your ask i knew straight away it was wilbur

since wilbur is like 6'5-ish the height difference is *mwah*

short + tall duo are EVERYTHING and no one can tell me otherwise

i also feel like wilbur loves playing with hair??

as a 3c curly hair girly, wavy + curly hair is the best hair to play with

him just wrapping your waves around his fingers SENDSSS me

i also feel like will would also try to braid your hair (but desperately fails)

will would also try to match glasses with you and he'll clean your lenses before you wake up teehee

wilbur also constantly gets lost in your eyes, he finds them fucking gorgeous (as they are, amber eyes are so cool omg)

he also loves ur freckles and will trace them with his finger! he just finds them adorable

you and wilbur have the same style with the jeans + hoodie so you guys match outfits a bunch

hold on i cant handle the cuteness brb..... AHHHHHHHHH

will also giving you his hoodies if they shrink or if he thinks it looks cute on you (even though everything does)

will def blushes and stutters seeing you in his clothes

"wilbur, what should we do today? will?"

"are you wearing my jumper?"

THIS IS REALLY HOT TO ME BUT HIM BUYING YOU DRESSES/CLOTHES

like if you're out at a mall or somewhere see a dress (or anything really) that you like he'll instantly buy it for you without question

will's also super comforting with your anxiety

if you're feeling nervous he'll talk to you alone about it, but he'll also make sure to give you space if thats what you ask for

if you dont want to go somewhere he'll cancel the plans and just cuddle with you or do anything you want

he also loves your loud personality since he also is loud

you guys being able to talk abt random stuff for hours on end and making the dumbest jokes together

also since wilbur is also a cat person (so many similarities oml /pos) you guys having a cat together!!

he kinda just... gets a cat outta no where (probably stole it)

and then you're like wtf but in a good way

he'll joke with you saying that you love the cat more than him

no one can tell me wilbur doesnt have a touch love language.

he'll hug you super tightly and doesnt want to let go and neither do you

when holding hands with him, he'll rub circles with his thumb on your hand, and sometimes will draw a lil heart which makes you blush

if he's jealous/protective, he wont say it but rather show it. he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer or wrap his arm around your shoulder

lots of lil lip pecks around the day

forehead kisses #2, then if he's feelin' frisky neck kisses (teehee)

overall just fucking soulmates

also like @catswithroses can we be moots please we're like the same person i feel like 😭 /srs

long lost twin????

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hope you guys enjoyed!! thanks @catswithroses for requesting

my asks are currently closed, but you can still support me by liking, reblogging, replying, following my blog or shooting me a dm!!

love ya xoxo

#mcyt #mcyt fanfic writer #dream smp #fanfiction #mcytblr #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #requests closed #lana #request #matchups

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musicallygt · 8 months ago

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Ur work is awesome!

So what are some of your favorite art that you made? :))

OKAY THIS IS GONNA GET LONG I SCROLLED THRU MY ART FOR THIS THEN TRIED TO NARROW IT DOWN BUT ITS STILL A LOT so under the cut this goes

First off, i rlly like this thing i drew mostly for the perspective of Ryunosuke and Susato, and I plan to draw more for this idea, i just havent figured out what exactly

This one I’m still super proud of!! It’s over a year old but im still so proud with how this came out!!! I really need to draw Ratattorney again

Honestly I’m also just in love with all the stuff I’ve drawn doing the crossover between Mobshifter and Borrower!Reigen bc I think the interactions are super fun

This one is a classic its still so funny

I also still really love this silly Ratattorney thing it holds a special place in my heart thank you to my sibling for inspiring this silly thing <3

The first Mobshifter post also holds a place in my heart like it was my first g/t thought for mobbed cycle i cant believe i dodnt draw it sooner

The first borrower!Reigen comic as well!! I remember I rlly liked the idea of tiny/borrower!Reigen but didnt have many fleshed out ideas, but then after drawing that first doodle I eventually thought of how that whole scenario would go

Just assume a lot of firsts have places in my hearts. The first Ratattorney doodles I did definitely do lol

This one just bc the stuff that happened in the g/t aa discord that led to me drawing this was so funny

Silly lil g/t klapollo!!! I remember when i drew this i was having a rlly bad summer due to some stuff in my personal stuff and i rlly turned to them to help me feel better, esp thinking of g/t content for them!!

This bc i still think its silly lol

Tiny!Phoenix playing chess is also a classic

God this is reaaaaaally old art but sizeswaps my beloved, esp this was thought up with a friend of mine

Now for art thats not g/t related

This thing for my Trucy Gavin Au, I just really love how this came out

This has major Great Ace Attorney 2 spoilers, be warned before you click the link, but I LOOOOOVE how this piece came out, I’m so proud of it

Also this!! I worked like a week straight on this and im so happy w it!!

Idk how many of my followers are in this fandom, but this was a gift for my friend and I rlly like how it came out!!

I also love how this comic came out!! I think it rlly shows the difference between my Trucy Gavin and canon Trucy!!

CURLY HAIR FRANMAYA!!! This was the first time where I was like “i am going to make my faves curly hair asians like me” im so happy i did

These pieces I was experimenting with a style, and I still think these look cool

THIS ONE I LOVE its like 2 years old at this point but i love it sm

And then this classic

This is the last one bc i got tired of scrolling thru my art blog but i painted my high school cap and at the encouragement of my friends, i painted it story thieves bc of how much it meant to me in high school

Sorry that was a lot lol

#alex answers #anonymous

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cerezzzita · 1 year ago

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evangeline emoji asks:

sorry this is a lot you don't need to answer all or any

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

💥COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

💢what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

🌙MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

📣MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

🪤MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

🎭MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

🔪KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👖JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🔫PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

🔧WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

🚆TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

💧DROPLET - random angst headcanon

🔥FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌠SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️what do people assume about them? are they right?

💘HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💔BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

Geez that's a whole interview anon shshsssh it's alright, I can and will answer most of 'em, it's good to see people looking interested on my lil fave girl <3

Are they good liars? Do they have tells to show they're lying?

No, Evangeline hates and doesn't know how to lie. When she have to, you'll certainly tell that she's lying by the way she hides her hands behind her back, how her eyes are not fixed on the person and the failure of a precise tone on her voice.

What emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Anger and sadness. Evangeline have a bad time trying to deal with these because she was raised to be that perfect, poised and flawless prototype of girl, so when feeling furious or blue, she tries to repress as much as she can that feels because it does not seems "right". Even if she knows that is okay to explode, burst in tears, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it.

What are some habits they have that will take some time getting used to?

Surely her overly worried behaviour and her cleaning mania. She's always too much worried with people around her, making sure they're well fed, hydrated and etc, and have a habit of cleaning everything on her sight field whenever she's anxious or nervous. What was not Dante's surprise when they were roommates to see the whole Devil May Cry shop well clean and organized enough, even if Evangeline was sore and exhausted at the sofa.

What is their family like?

Evangeline's family was only her, her father Hamaliel and her mother, Rachel Céliath. Hamaliel was a Virtue angel, categorized by his flashy pearly white hair and golden eyes, while Rachel had curly rebel ginger hair, freckles on her skin and breath-taking jade green eyes. Evangeline got her mother's eyes and her father's hair.

As for their relationship... Evangeline was mostly raised by Hamaliel and with mostly I mean that Rachel got severely sick and bedridden once she gave birth to her, the reason why is a huge spoiler. Hamaliel is not a good soul, okay? He's a asshole, manipulative, cold-blooded but he got the ability to make people swoon over him and his honeyed words. Did Evangeline and Rachel knew about that? Absolutely not, they had the thought and sure that he was a amazing father and husband. Until Evangeline discovered his real self when she was ten years old, when Hamaliel abandoned her on her own luck.

How loud are they? What do they speak like? Got a voice claim?

She's not very loud, her way of speaking is poised, calm and collected. Evangeline rarely shouts to anyone, and if she have to, it will be at demons or when she's having a outburst of feelings. As for a voice claim, I'm gonna say Lucie Pohl (a.k.a Mercy's VA on Overwatch, except that Evangeline does not have a German accent).

What traits do they look for in a relationship? Do they believe in love at first sight?

She values compassion and truth the most, someone who is comfortable enough to be themself with her so she can also be herself with them, someone gentle, affectionate, romantic, interested on knowing her as she will be interested on knowing them, who's not afraid to love and be loved, someone who makes her laugh, a partner she can rely on when the days are blue and gloomy. More than just a companion, a mate for life, if life allows them to be together.

You see, Evangeline is a romantic by heart but love at first sight seems superficial to her. You can't just go out there, bat your eyes at a random person and claim that they are the one. If you want to actually build a romance, do it by knowing the person bit by bit. As Sade would say (better, sing): It's about faith, it's about trust.

A soft headcanon (ft. Dante)

Oddly enough, Evangeline loves rainy days. It makes her happy, giggly and enthusiastic, so much that she'll go out and dance in the rain. Sure, it brings her sort of bittersweet memories of her childhood when she used to dance with her father, but at the moment she looks back at the window, it's not Hamaliel who's there, looking at her with a curious smile. It's Dante.

"What'cha doing out there, angelcake?"

"Come along, Dante! Come dance with me!"

How could he refuse, seeing that giant grin on her beautiful face?

"Alright. After all, it takes two to tango. I wonder who's gonna catch a intense cold first, though..."

"You silly daredevil!"

What is their go-to outfit?

Black shirts, turtlenecks under her iconic, long-tailed white coat, leather gloves that cover only her middle and ring fingers, either deep blue or black leather/jeans pants and also black high-heeled boots. There is some golden details on her coat (zippers mostly), too.

I'll be answering the others later since I'm not in the angsty mood rn <3

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