#about savannah

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Does everyone just trust Sam that Sav can sing or does she have to *audition*?

Oooh so

Rachel throws a bitch fit and makes Sav audition in s3 (does she initially join ND or does she join troubletones and then Rachel insists that she auditions post-We Are Young, tbd), but also Sav also auditions post-Rumours because again, Rachel is a bitch

(Sav later says that seeing as she auditioned twice and got accepted twice, she’s actually twice as qualified as Rachel to be there)

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Bio:  Women can look beautiful in any outfit but the right outfit can make women become powerful

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👗 Sav NYADA audtion & song?

Song Options: I Miss The Mountains (Next To Normal), Once Upon A December (Anastasia), Somewhere That's Green (Little Shop Of Horrors)

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Kinktober 14 & 21 Andrew and Sav? 👀

14 – lingerie & 21 – on camera: Savannah Evans x Andrew Berry

(graphic sexual content under the cut, minors dni)

Kinktober Prompts

“Andrew,” Savannah whined, hips jerking off the bed.

“Be patient, pretty girl,” he scolded, lightly tapping her inner thigh.

She whined but obeyed, dropping her hips back onto the bed, feet planted and knees bent.

She could hear the click of Andrew’s camera and the whirring of a photo printing, one arm thrown over her eyes as if that would hide her from the weight of Andrew’s heated stare.  He took her other arm where it was loosely wrapped around her stomach, gently guiding it over her head to grab the headboard, forcing her her to arch her back.

The camera clicked again, the mattress shifting under his weight as he moved up the bed to focus on her chest.  She had looked at herself in the mirror for a long time before letting Andrew see her newest set, she knew exactly how delicate the bra’s pink straps looked against her skin, knew how her nipples almost matched the darker pink flowers on the top of the cup, already visible through the otherwise sheer bra, stiffening as Andrew’s hot breath ghosted over them.

“Come on, baby,” he said, “let me see your eyes.”

She obeyed, she always obeyed, lifting her arm off of her face and instead grabbing onto her other wrist, still above her head.  After a small second she opened her eyes to see Andrew with his chin on her stomach, looking up over the top of his camera to meet her gaze.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said, getting a small smile in return.

As overwhelming as it was to be the subject of his undivided attention, watching Andrew work had her clenching her thighs together and hoping he wouldn’t notice the obvious signs of her growing arousal.

He was barely touching her, he never touched her this early in a photoshoot, but he pressed a soft kiss to the bow nestled perfectly in the middle of her breasts, then another before he returned to kneeling at the foot of the bed.

There was no hiding from his new position, but he watched with a smirk as she pressed her thighs even closer together.  Tutting, he tapped the inside of her right knee, prompting her to drop her knees to each side and expose herself to his camera lens.

“Good girl.”

Savannah whimpered, feeling her folds twitch.

She wondered what it looked like from Andrew’s perspective, embroidered flowers sitting delicately over her perfectly shaven cunt, the already flimsy crotch entirely see through from her own wetness.  

Judging by the click of his camera and his blown out pupils, it must have looked pretty good.

He nudged her ankles apart, opening her up to him even more and leaving more space for his camera to sit between her legs.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

Abandoning his camera for a moment, he pushed himself up onto his knees, settling onto one arm so that he could tease her with a gentle kiss on her lips.

She leaned up, chasing after a second kiss, and he pulled back.

He brushed her dark hair off of the pale skin of her neck to fan out on her pillow, following the faint brush of his finger tips with a bruising kiss.  Allowing himself a moment of pure self indulgence, he sucked a dark bruise onto the pulse point just below her jaw, following it with another on the sharp line of her collarbone.

She bit back a whine, he picked up his camera.  He snapped a few pictures of her new hickeys, each photo printing and then immediately set out of her sightline, flipped over to let them develop properly.

So distracted by his camera, she didn’t notice his other had moving until she felt a sharp pinch on her nipple.

She gasped, wide eyes watching him take a picture of the reddened skin.  Rolling the bud between two fingers, he took another picture and then leaned forward to take it between his teeth.  He bit down gently, pulling a startled squeak out of her, before repeating the same treatment on the other side.  Only once both of her nipples were as red as her cheeks did he pull the bra straps down her arms, leaving the flimsy fabric dangling under her chest.

Savannah was never surprised by the size of Andrew’s hands, but she was rarely as aware of it as when they were on her chest.  A perfect handful indeed.

He squeezed, gentle at first but then harder, the pressure resonating deep in her core.

She arched her back into his touch, only for him to pull back.

“You know the rules, baby.  If you want something, use your words.”

She pouted, arching into him again.  Instead of indulging her, Andrew pinched her nipple again, harder than before.

“Please?” she said quietly.

“You’ve got to be louder than that.  I’ve heard you sing, baby, I know you can.”

She whined, then louder, “Please, Andrew.”

“That’s more like it,” he said, firm hands massaging her breasts.  “Please what?”

“Please,” she said again, louder still.  “Andrew please.”  Her voice cracked, eyes shiny with tears.  “I need you — I need you down there.”

“That’s it, there you go,” he said, kissing her gently.  “I’m so proud of you, I know that’s not easy for you to say.”

He used one hand to pet her thigh soothingly, the other picking his camera up and snapping a picture.  Her bright flush and unshed tears were only making her green eyes brighter, and he wanted to be able to relive that view.

“There you go,” he said again, petting his hand further up her thigh until his pinky was brushing the edge of her panties.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl, just breathe.”

Laying between her legs, Andrew stabilized his camera against the mattress.  He held it with one hand, finger ready on the button, his other hand reaching to drag a firm finger over her wet folds.

“You’re so messy,” he told her, snapping the waistband of her panties.  Her hips jerked.  “You’re going to ruin these.”

His words were jumbled in her ears, like she was listening to him from underwater.  It was fine, she didn’t need to know what he was saying anymore, the low gravel and teasing lilt to his voice were getting her completely soaked on their own, every blurry word resonating inside of her.  He slid her soaking went panties down her legs, tossing them somewhere onto the floor.  

She could feel his hands brush against her inner thighs as he centred her cunt in the frame, her clit pulsing with every click of the camera.  

Click.  He spread her folds with one hand, wetness dripping down her thighs.  Click, another picture, one thick finger plunged deep inside of her.

He pulled out, letting go of his camera just long enough to push her legs further apart, her knees bent up to her chest and her hands on her ankles to hold herself open.

“Look at you, all spread out for me.”

The waiting was torture, her newly exposed position meant another picture break, his light touches meant to please his camera, not her.  He cupped her ass, gently massaging it while she caught her breath.  

Without warning, he slid two fingers back in, shocking a gasp out of her.

“Open up for me, baby.”

He adjusted the angle of his fingers so that his thumb could brush over her clit with every rough thrust, bringing her right up to the edge but never letting her tip over.

“Please, Andrew.”

He kept going, adding a third finger and pressing deeper into her.

“One day,” he told her, snapping a picture of the way she opened around him, “we’re going to test out just how much you can fit in here.”

“Yes please,” she whispered.

“Another day, baby.  You’re being so good for me, opening up so nicely.”

“Please,” she said again, “please, Andrew.”

With the hand that wasn’t still inside her, Andrew reached up to brush away the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.  

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” he said.  “Just tell me what you need and I’ll take care of you.”

He caught her eye and she couldn’t look away, caught in the intensity of his gaze.

“You can do it,” he urged, pressing his fingers into her g-spot until she squirmed.

“Your mouth,” she said, arching into his touch.  “Please, I need your mouth.”

“That’s my good girl.  You did do well using your words, baby, I’m proud of you.”

He made her wait for one more moment while he adjusted his camera, before leaning down and licking from her opening to her clit, swirling his tongue against the sensitive nub.  His gentle touches combined with the rough scratch of his beard on her thighs was the best kind of torture, heat pooling in her gut. 

He continued to finger her, slower and deeper than he had been before, sucking her clit into his mouth.

Savannah’s whole body was lava, liquid heat flooding through her veins and building, pulsing in her core and threatening to spill over with every skilled flick of Andrew’s tongue.

Then, oh so carefully, Andrew scraped his teeth over her clit, and she screamed.

She could no longer hold up her legs when her orgasm hit, throwing one arm up over her eyes, the other tangling into his hair.  He pressed a sweet kiss into her inner thigh, taking his hand off of his camera to guide her shaky legs over his shoulders.  His warm breath on her wet cunt and his calloused thumb on her clit made her shiver, not letting her catch her breath as he forced her right back to the edge.

One orgasm blurred into another and he still didn’t stop, tongue soothing her oversensitive clit, fingers coaxing out every last drop of come, he just kept going, going, going.

She could feel herself squirt, could hear it gushing out around Andrew’s fingers.  Sobbing, whining, louder than she’d ever been in bed.  She wasn’t sure if she was begging for more or begging for him to stop, thick fingers continuing to massage into her g-spot as she fell apart around him.  Boneless, she could only sink into his touch, taking everything he was giving to her.  She opened her eyes, squinting against the spinning room just to watch her juices drenching his chin, his tongue pushing into her to chase the taste.

His self satisfied smirk and soaked beard were still burned onto her eyelids when she finally blacked out.

She wasn’t sure how long she was out, exactly, only that when she opened her eyes, Andrew had moved all of his pictures into a neat pile and was cleaning up her drenched, beardburned thighs with a soft washcloth.

“There you are, sweet girl,” he said when he saw her looking.  “Think you’re ready for another round?”

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How Do You Need to Be Loved?

Tag game: Take this quiz as your muses and find out how they need to be loved; tag a few friends. ( I wasn't tagged, just wanted to bring it back )

Tagging: @the-witching-ash @manyfandomocs @ginevrastilinski-ocs @cecexwrites @thecaptainsgingersnap @megdonnellys @ocmerunaway

Angel Dearly: Deeply, like the vastness of the sea

You are a very passionate person. You feel everything so intensely, and that definitely includes love. You need someone who will match that passion, that intensity. You need someone who will care about you as much as you care about them, but you have a hard time finding that. You're usually the one who loves more, and it's sad sometimes, but it's okay. But you will find someone who loves you just as much as you love them.

Betty Fabray: Carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth

You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure you're doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.

Blossom: Deeply, like the vastness of the sea

You are a very passionate person. You feel everything so intensely, and that definitely includes love. You need someone who will match that passion, that intensity. You need someone who will care about you as much as you care about them, but you have a hard time finding that. You're usually the one who loves more, and it's sad sometimes, but it's okay. But you will find someone who loves you just as much as you love them.

Ophelia Wayne: Recklessly, like a horse running as fast as he can

You've been told that the way you love can never last, and that heartbreak is inevitable. But you don't want to love carefully. You want to love with reckless abandon. You want to love with everything you have, and you want to be loved the same way. You don't want them to worry about tomorrow. Make today worth living for.

Savannah Evans: Casually, the same way you love to breathe

You want someone who will see your favourite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. You want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. You want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. You want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. You don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. You want someone who will love you consistently.

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Can you tell me a very random and specific fact you have about anyone of your ocs?

oo okay so I’m completely incapable of choosing just one haha so let’s do five!

Nikki Rogers: Nikki learns that Steve found out who her mother was and didn’t tell her, and it leads to the first fight they’d ever had, and to Nikki having a bit of a mental breakdown and moving back in with Clint for a couple of months

Savannah Evans: Savannah was playing Glinda in her school’s production of Wicked when she wound up in the hospital — Sam missed that performance because of a football game and has never forgiven himself because it was the first performance of hers that he’s ever missed and everything went to shit and he wasn’t there

Aurora Anderson: Aurora has a specific movie that she likes to watch for every mood that she’s in, and Nick knows them all by heart.  When she’s in a bad headspace, specifically one that comes from being put into unfamiliar and anxiety inducing situations or from plans being changed without warning, she likes Hunchback Of Notre Dame

Deborah Winchester: Deborah works on getting her GED as soon as she leaves John’s control, and then does community college classes on occultism, religion, and mythology

Hel Solo: Hel forges her own lightsaber on Dantooine before finally going home — she had been using Luke’s since Kylo destroyed the temple, until it got stolen from her while she slept, and by. the time she made her own it had been years since she’d touched one

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🎵+ Savannah please?

Count Me In, Dove Cameron - Even when you're gone, I feel you close.  You'll always be the one I love the most

Send me a 🎵+ oc/pairing

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Erna Bragidottir and Eir Odinsdottir both know the truth about Hela and were both exiled because of it (they aren’t in the same story or anything but it’s just a Thing for both of them!)

Leslie Hargreeves is a waitress!  She eventually wants to go to university but she wants to save up some money first!  

Savannah Evans has a bit of a crush on Brittany Pierce the first time she sees her (but she’s still head over heels for Val lmao)

Adelaide Stark starts a charity to help veterans, particularly those with PTSD (and other mental illnesses), and that’s how she first meets Sam Wilson!

Send me a ★ (+ optional topic) for a fact about an oc!