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tlouadditc · 3 months
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can you please write about ✂️ with Abby😳💖💖💖
oh my god. yes. [small drabble since im just starting back!!]
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warnings: 18+ [MINORS AND MEN DNI], reader x abby, scissoring [duuuuhhhhh], short story w/ no background, no established relationship, rushed ending, idk what else atp.
despite popular belief, abby prefers scissoring. something about skin to skin contact with you, bumping your clits together vigorously, only focusing on your orgasms- it's intimate.
the first time you scissored her wasn't awkward at all; abby let you get on top, let you pick the pace, and guided you a little when you got tired. her care for you was something you never experienced before, something that made you 100x more comfortable with her.
"mmfuck- abby," you breathed in between kisses, your clothed pussy grinding against her pelvis, hands gripping at her toned biceps. her hands traveled up and down your sides, lifting up your oversized shirt and revealing your soaked panties. the room was hot, only noises heard was the heavy breathing and wet kisses shared between the two of you. her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, stared into your soul.
"what's wrong, baby?" she asked, a hand travelling down to your hip, guiding you as you whimper helplessly. "what d'ya need?"
moments later, you two were in the middle of the living room, on the couch, heavily panting as the sound of wet squelches and skin slapping fill the room to the brim. sweaty bodies atop of each other, small moans leaving both of your mouths. "jus' like that, cmon," she moaned, one large hand on your hip, rocking you in just the right places. your head is fuzzy, no thoughts, no worries, just focusing on the feeling in between your thighs. one of your hands grip onto her leg, leaving a hand mark; the other holding onto the couch for dear life. "so fuckin' pretty," she whispers, a hand coming up to caress your tit. "say you've never done this before but-" her head tilts back, cutting her sentence off with a loud groan. she guides you to go faster, juices spreading all over your heat. your legs are getting weak, the feeling becoming overbearing as you reach your climax. "cumming already? fuck, you're perfect," she coos. all you can do is hold onto her while riding out your orgasm. she talks you through it, praising how good you are to her. "good girl.."
not soon after, she does the same, using your sensitive bud to get her off. you lean down and leave wet kisses all over her body, lipgloss marking your territory. her chest moves up and down as she comes to her senses, body still trembling from pleasure. "that was.." she starts, but she ends up just giggling, looking at you laying on her bare chest. her laugh is contagious, causing a small abruption of laughter in the room. you both lay there, feeling closer than ever.
a/n: yay no hiatus anymore! i hope i dont jinx that. anyway hope this was good and im excited to get back into writing :p!!
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ohello0 · 5 months
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shima-draws · 13 days
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THIS IS EVERYTHING ACTUALLY
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teachersbabygirl · 7 months
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WOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️
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funnybunnyfuzie · 3 months
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Susan Woodings and Charles Brook, 1973 - “Post-Shift Smoke”
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femininomen0n · 5 months
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mary and matthew are to elizabeth and darcy as marian and larry are to jane and bingley
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thegreatcaptainusopp · 2 months
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Straw Hats Ranked on how important being a pirate is to them
10. Zoro
He went from pirate hunter to pirate and it didn’t even cause any kind of internal crisis. His past with pirates is basically negligible, he wasn’t raised by any or befriended any until he met Luffy. He joined the straw hats first as a way to achieve his dream faster, then out of loyalty to the crew and to Luffy and particular. But being a pirate? He’s neutral to that, most likely. He is that now and he doesn’t think about it more than that.
9. Nami
She started out with a very negative view of pirates because of the way she was traumatized by them. None of her friends or immediate family were pirates, so she had no positive emotional connection to them prior to meeting Luffy. So unlike Zoro, who has 0 emotional connections to piracy, she does have one even though it isn’t a positive one. Nami taking on the role of pirate is thus very meaningful as her view on them has changed, and as a result, what it means for her to be one. However, I don’t think she has any particular need to hold onto that title in her personal goals.
8. Franky
Like Nami, Franky initially starts with a negative view of pirates because of his pirate parents abandoning him, and he rejects offers to join pirate crews prior to meeting Luffy. However, I don’t think he hated them to the same extent that Nami did, and hated the world government a lot more. His mentor, Tom, was also allied to and worked with pirates (Gold Roger), and Franky’s ultimate goals very much rely on the freedom that piracy provides. I think Tom is the deciding vote here in placing his importance to the “pirate” title above Nami.
7. Robin
Robin, like Zoro, didn’t have any particular emotional connection to the title of pirate in her childhood, as she didn’t know any pirates during her time in Ohara and only really saw the marines and world government as villains in her life. When she became wanted at age 8 she joined a pirate crew out of necessity before getting kicked out, and later making her way to Baroque Works. So I think being a pirate was her only available option to survive and she saw the role as just that. After joining Luffy and after Water 7/Enies Lobby in particular I think the need to live & travel & find joy in adventure ended up meaning a lot more to her. So I think her association with the pirate title is slightly above the other three mainly based on the newfound context it provided in her life.
6. Sanji
I think Sanji is the first person here who had a loved one that was a pirate before becoming one himself. Sure, his first encounter with Zeff probably turned him off pirates a bit but that resolved itself pretty quick after Zeff sacrificed so much for him. He also interacted with pirates all the time at the Baratie in order to feed them and found a lot of personal satisfaction in feeding hungry pirates. So I think mainly based on Zeff’s pirate past and his job in feeding them, Sanji generally saw pirates in a more positive light and it’s probably meaningful to him to have the same job that Zeff did. On top of that, the freedom the piracy represents contrasted with the prison of the Vinsmoke family means he really values what piracy can provide for him.
5. Brook
We don’t really know Brook outside of piracy, and I think that says a lot about how much he values being one alongside of being a musician. Brook’s whole life and death have all been taken up by being a pirate, and it was pirates who saved his afterlife after he’d been stuck in thriller bark for so long. All his loved ones also seem to be pirates too. It seems he has nothing but positive associations with piracy and very much sees himself as one and nothing more, and it’s a core part of his identity but not necessarily one he thinks about constantly.
4. Jinbe
Jinbe’s emotional connection to piracy I think is very much tied to his reasons of initially joining under Fisher Tiger & the Sun Pirates. It’s pretty clear to me that joining that crew represented freedom & equality for Jinbei, especially under the tutelage of Fisher Tiger. In my opinion Jinbe connect being a pirate directly to his & fisher tiger’s goals of providing freedom and equality to the Fishmen, and therefore being one is very important to him because it is directly tied to his dream. His loved ones also all seem to be pirates, even though he didn’t start his life being one or being connected to them. Gaining leadership roles & warlord titles also I think indicate that he also takes pride in being a pirate specifically.
3. Chopper
I placed Chopper above Jinbe here because while they both place being a pirate in very high regard, I think Chopper got there sooner just by virtue of when he actually encountered pirates & pirate symbolism. I think Chopper’s emotional connection to piracy is a bit more intense than Jinbe’s because of his specific experience and how young he was when he encountered it. To him, piracy was directly connected to Dr. Hiriluk, and he was so certain that the skull & crossbones of the pirates were a good thing that the poison symbol to him meant safety. Even the symbolism of piracy carries emotional weight for Chopper, and Luffy protecting the pirate flag for him is what wins him over completely. Piracy, through Dr. Hiriluk, saved his life and gave him personhood and he very clearly places it in the highest regard.
2. Usopp
Usopp gets placed above Chopper here but only just. Like Chopper, Usopp’s emotional connection to piracy is also family based: Yasopp’s job as a pirate is a great source of pride and love for him. He is fiercely protective of the role of pirates as a result and won’t hear anything negative about them, and about his dad in particular. Because if pirates are bad guys it means his dad is one too, and he absolutely will not accept that. This also means that he’s wanted to be a pirate his whole life as a way to emulate his dad, so piracy has been a goal ever since he could conceive of one. He also places over Chopper here because unlike Chopper, his dream (brave warrior of the sea) is also directly connected to being a pirate, so it’s a one two punch if emotional connection through family and also through his dream.
1. Luffy
Being a pirate is everything to Luffy. It’s the beginning and end of who he is and what he wants and all he loved. It defines his dream and has been the driving force of everything he does ever since he was a child. It is everything that he is, the freedom of it and the journey of it and the reason he met all his dearest friends and family. Luffy is piracy, he is not Luffy without it.
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bayleymania · 2 years
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That’s my idol.
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op-grand-collection · 5 months
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tekitothemagpie · 4 days
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There are so many kings in the Strawhat crew.
The Pirate King (obviously), the King of Hell, the Sniper King and the Soul King.
Find this cute lmao
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melonteee · 9 months
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New video is out! This time about da bonez! YOHOHO!
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tlouadditc · 9 months
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hate to hate you.
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enemies to lovers abby x reader.
a/n: this was an ask but i forgot to put this under it 😭 anyway thank u anon for asking!! this was so fun to write tbh and also i am not a nursing student so idk how any of this works .... hope you enjoy anyway :,) also might write a pt. 2 depending on how this one does!
warnings: 18+/MDNI, men dni either, mean!abby [kinda], super fem!reader, abby's a bully :,((, switch!abby, switch!reader, clothed grinding [?], oral [a!receiving], dirty talk ;), pussy slaps [?], rushed ending because im crocheting, probably more. NOT PROOFREAD AGAIN.
abby has been your rival since middle school. she was always making fun of you- could be how you had lower grades [by a couple points, to be specific], how you always dressed in pink and in skirts and were a "tryhard", literally anything. hell, when she found out you were interested in nursing, she made it a competition to see who could be the better doctor. eventually, the amount of taunting had gotten to you and you started dressing like everyone else and becoming a quieter person.
ever since then, there's been some silent tension between you two. it was stupid, of course, but neither of you made an effort to end the rivalry. every class you had together in high school was a competition to see who could participate the most, get the most praise from the teacher, highest grades- everything. but no matter what you did, you'd always be second to her. once senior year was over, you were free from this hell and decided to finally be your true self in college.
or so you thought.
it was your first day of freshman year. you were doing your makeup in your bathroom, trying to calm your nerves. you've done this multiple times before, you thought to yourself. why am i still nervous??
you were adding little finishes- a bit more blush, curling your lashes one more time, adding a bit of glitter to your inner corner, etc. you check the time: 8:03am. class starts in 20 minutes, and you have to walk! you quickly check your outfit, straightening out your pink skirt and grabbing your bag before leaving out.
the walk to class isn't bad; a little confusing, but there's staff around to help direct new students, so you easily find your class. you walk in as soon as the class starts. to your horror, all the seats in the front are taken. the professor stops her introduction and walks over to you to speak. "hi, you must be y/n? you're a tad late, but it is your first time here, so i'll let you have a pass. your seat is in the back corner next to ms. anderson."
anderson...? your smile fades as you look towards the seat the teacher is pointing at. there she is- sitting there with her smug smirk and her always-braided hair. fuck my life actually. you turn back to the teacher, crack a small smile, and nervously walk over to your seat.
"didn't think you'd see me, huh?" is the first thing that comes out of abby's mouth, her big smile growing wider after seeing the dread on your face. all you can do is glare at her and get your things out. as you rummage through your bag, you hear the professor say:
"the person you are currently sitting with will be your partner for the semester."
you've LITERALLY have to be joking. the girl who's been borderline bullying you for years is your partner for the rest of the semester?? you debate asking the teacher to change seats, but decide against it.
"can't believe im stuck with you," she mutters, mocking the disbelief on your face. "shut up, abby," you hiss, trying to keep your voice down.
this was gonna be quite a year, huh?
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abby was unbearable the entire class. always asking useless fucking questions, moving her braid from one side to another- it all annoyed the fuck out of you. however, to pass this class, you had to work with her and put your feelings aside.
the first assignment was to study and review the human anatomy with your partner. the test on the subject was in a couple of days, making it the first grade of the semester. everyone else in the class was easily discussing plans for studying while you and abby made a horrible attempt for friendly small talk.
"so.. we have a test-"
"i heard."
"goddamnit, abby, i'm trying to pass this class. can you be nice for once?"
"stop staring at me like that and maybe i will."
"i wasn't even- [sigh] just give me your number so we can figure out a time and place. please."
and with that, you two later that night made the plan to meet up at your apartment and study there the next day.
the next day
you spent most of your morning doing your usual routine; cleaning, listening to your podcast, organizing your things- basically a mini-spa day. since abby was coming over, you didn't want to give her any reason to ridicule your space. you also debated on wearing some bland outfit to avoid the bicker, but ultimately decided you shouldn't care anymore. you settled on something casual; a floral tube top, a pink cardigan, and some comfy shorts to match the top. you also threw on some pink bunny slippers to match the ribbons in your hair.
as you finished the kitchen, the doorbell rang. must be abby. you walk to the door, slowly losing your happiness as you turned the doornob. upon opening the door, you see abby, leaning against your doorframe. she's dressed in a black wifebeater and gray sweats. she has a small tote bag and headphones around her neck.
as you study her look, she does the same to you. you suddenly feel small in comparison to her; almost feeling weak in her presence. if you were honest with yourself, in all the annoyance that you felt toward her, you could admit she was hot. she was your lesbian awakening, if you were 100% honest. but since she didn't like you, you suppressed all feelings.
"someone got dressed up," she teases, looking you up and down. "this is just how i dress," you say, rolling your eyes. "come in."
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an hour later, you and abby are sitting on your couch, going over flashcards for the test. abby has her information down, of course- you keep missing the same two vocab words.
"you dumbass," she laughs, watching you pout over missing the same word for the 4th time in a row.
"this is so annoying," you say, burying your head in your hands. the frustration you feel is so intense, you feel tears well up in your eyes. you attempt to hide it as abby continues to laugh, but a sniffle gives you away.
"are you- there's no way you're crying right now," abby says, genuine disbelief in her voice. "don't be a crybaby, bun. you can get it."
bun.. ?? what the hell? she's being... nice? no fucking way.
you lift your head, tears running down your face, messing up your makeup as you wipe your face with your hands. abby analyzes your face before sitting back on the couch. she pats her thigh, "c'mere, let me help."
okay, this has to be a dream.
you hesitantly get off your side of the couch and sit on her lap. almost immediately, you feel the warmth radiating off her body, making you shiver a bit. she chuckles lightly, "what, are you scared or somethin'? just trying to help you since you clearly need it." you're still wiping your face, too busy to rebuttal.
she begins to explain. "so, these two are similar, but they aren't the same thing. y'know why? because this one.."
all you can focus on is the amount of contact you two have right now: her right hand slightly touching your inner thigh. her abs resting against your back. her voice, soothing and calming, in your ears. the scent of pine and clean laundry filling your nose. you knew it was wrong, but fuck, you were wet. there was probably a puddle under you by now.
"uh, y/n? you there?"
you snap out of your slutty daze, realizing you're supposed to be listening. "mm, what? can you explain that, uh, again, please?"
she laughs, putting the cards on the coffee table in front of you two. "i'm sitting right here, trying to teach you and you still can't focus that pretty little head on this? god, what am i gonna do with you?"
you turn slightly, face to face with abby. her piercing blue eyes study yours, searching for something. you don't know what comes over you, but you completely turn to face her, move your hands to the sides of her face, and kiss her.
she immediately kisses back, hands finding comfort on the top of your hips. she falls back on the couch, lips still connected as you straddle her lap. you can feel the passion, intent with every kiss you give her. her strong hands push your hips onto hers, grinding through her sweats. a soft moan leaves your lips, giving her the opportunity to insert her tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.
you pull back, catching your breath as abby continues to make your hips roll onto hers. "you know how long- hah- i've wanted to do this to you?" she breathes, eyes moving from where you two meet to your flustered face.
you look at her, eyes wide. ".. what?"
"i've wanted to kiss you for forever. wanted to have you close like this. wanted to fuck you. everything." shes now completely focused of your face, trying to read your expression.
"i thought you hated me." you're so confused, you don't know whether to cry, smile, get angry, or whatever.
"fuck- i didn't mean to, i'm sorry," she's desperate, her hands moving to your cheeks to bring you back to her face. "let me make it up to you, yeah?"
after a while, she moves her hand to cup your throbbing cunt, earning a whimper from you. "you're so fucking wet, shit," she hisses, feeling the wet spot on your cotton pink shorts. "who's this for? hm?"
the embarrassment takes over you, making you pitifully whimper as you cover your face. she's quick to swat your hand away and ask in a more demanding voice, "who made you this wet, baby?"
"y-you," you manage to choke out, subconsciously grinding into her hand. she smirks, "good girl."
the praise catches you by surprise, not to mention the way her palm accidentally catches your clothed clit. a soft moan leaves your mouth, feeding into the power dynamic between you two. "oh, you like that name, huh?" she whispers, keeping eye contact with you as she rubs your clothed cunt. "you wanna be my good girl?"
"yes, oh my god-" you're chasing your high, overwhelmed by all the feelings you feel. she hums in response, clearly satisfied by your state. she moves a hand to your face, inserting a thumb into your mouth. you suck on her thumb, moaning around it as your hips stutter against her palm. "you gonna cum f'me, bun?" she coos, not slowing down at all. all you can do is nod, too caught up in the knots forming in your abdomen. "go ahead, pretty girl. cum for mommy."
the name pushes you over the edge, making you clench around nothing in your shorts. abby still has her hand over your cunt, feeling the wet spot grow as you pitifully moan. she talks you through your orgasm, mostly praising you for how good you are to her.
as you catch your breath, she removes her thumb from your mouth and peppers small kisses across your cheeks, releasing small praise in between. once you come to your senses, she's still under you, chuckling at your fucked out state. she mutters something along the lines of 'you're so cute' before you start to giggle with her.
you accidentally grind against her while laughing, making abby whine. you immediately realize you haven't helped her at all, making you guilty. you reach a hand down to her heat, feeling her warm cunt under her sweats. she hisses, hips bucking up onto your fingers. you get up and stand in front of her.
"sit up," you say, catching abby by surprise. she hesitantly sits up, looking suspiciously at you. "what for?" she questions, side eyeing you. you chuckle as you kneel in front of her, placing hands on her strong thighs. you reach a hand up to the band of her bottoms, signaling for them to come off. "m' gonna help you."
if her boxers weren't already soaked, they definitely were now. her face heats up as she shyly takes off her sweats, leaving her in just her wifebeater and undergarments. she puts her knees up to her chest, looking away as you assess the wet patch on her boxers.
"i make you this wet, abs?" you say quietly, pointer finger tracing her slit. she slightly gasps at the contact, slightly nodding to answer your question. "use your words. i know you can do it."
"you do, clearly. you've made me this horny for you for years, so yeah." she's being a brat, acting like she's in charge! you give her cunt a small slap, a small surprised moan leaving her lips.
"act like a brat, get treated like one." she stares at you, surprised that you went from such a submissive state to a dominant persona. you tease her, feeling her sensitive bud through her boxers. she whimpers, gripping onto the couch for any stability. "i think it's about time we get these off," you pull at the top of her boxers, "don't you think?"
she immediately gets up and takes them off, sitting back on the couch. she sits and moves her hips to the edge of the couch to reveal her cunt, glistening with slick. you study her sopping cunt, making her nervous under your gaze. "not so cocky now, hm?" you tease, making her face heat up as she huffs and puffs.
"please t-touch me," she almost whispers, barely able to be heard. you could've let up from here, but you don't.
"what was that? i'm gonna need you to be a bit louder, babe."
she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, swallowing her pride. "please touch me," she musters out.
she was such a pretty site to see, how could you possibly deny her? "okay, baby."
you spread her lips apart, revealing her swollen, sensitive clit. she shudders, cold air meeting her core. she's not sure what to expect until you dip your head down and place a flat tongue on her heat, making her gasp.
her reaction makes you smile; you quickly latch onto her clit and suck, still watching her reaction. she throws her head back, moaning loudly.
"oh, you like that," you say, quickly going back to placing kitten licks onto her cunt. she's overwhelmed with pleasure, loud moans and groans leaving her mouth. when you decide to insert your middle finger into her heat, she's going over the edge, babbling your name and please's. her hand comes down and grips the back of your head, pushing your face deeper into her pussy.
her sounds get you wet all over again, making you moan into her pussy. "s-shit, m' cumming- oh, fuck," she cries, gripping your hair and pulling you closer than ever to her as her heat clenches around your finger. tears are streaming down her face as you continue to lap up her juices. after she catches her breath, you pull her into a sloppy kiss, sharing her fluids in between you two.
"shit," she breathes, pulling away from the kiss, "i'm gonna have to fuck you harder next time."
"next time? oh, we're already making dates?"
"yeah, we're gonna have multiple assignments like this later."
you both laugh and get cleaned up before cuddling on your couch and sleeping in each others arms. :,)
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sydscarm · 2 months
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it’s not end of beginning part two but it’s something! little poster print i did for the silly cooking show that takes up half my brain! ♥️
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shima-draws · 4 months
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BROOK BROOK BROOK BROOK BROOK BROOK BROOK 👏
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teachersbabygirl · 9 months
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Ryan: Face it, you're a sucker for a guy with blue eyes.
Barnaby: Aha, his eyes are brown!
Ryan: Aha, thank you for proving my point!
Barnaby: Damn.
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