#angela asks

[anotherstudtouse]

Imagine accidentally giving Angela a hickey and her going to work the next day with it on full display without either of you realising it

it’s definitely after the very first time you two have sex — the night before was the inevitable result of sexual and romantic tension built up for months, finally pushed over the edge last night when you’d offered to take her home after work (her car was in the shop). she’d invited you in to finally watch this movie she’d been trying to get you to watch with her for a while but your schedules hadn’t aligned until then. it had been a long day of “jokingly” flirting with each other at work, touches that lingered a little longer than could be considered friendly, and a look in both your eyes and hers that you two were beginning to wonder about the nature of.

while watching the movie, she turned her head to talk to you and you turned yours to listen, and that’s when you both simultaneously realized just how close you were to each other. her words faltered, eyes flicking down to your lips, and you barely had time to recognize the look in her eye as the one she’d been giving you all day before she was leaning in and pressing her lips to yours.

needless to say the movie still hasn’t been watched.

the next day neither of you notice much of anything because you wake up late, falling asleep together before either of you thought to set your alarms. luckily you still (barely) make it to work on time, giving angela a ride to work too after she rushed to text chanse that she didn’t need him to give her a ride after all. you haven’t had time to talk about what happened last night, obviously, but things aren’t awkward... until the moment chanse and amanda see you two.

“sorry we’re late; traffic was —” angela begins a winded excuse but is swiftly interrupted by amanda.

“what’s that on your neck, ang?” the question is spoken with the tone of someone who already knows the answer to her own question, and the eyebrows raised in amusement and knowing gaze turning toward you only further cement that observation.

it probably doesn’t help that angela’s eyes immediately search for your own, wide with surprise and confusion.

“it’s, um— well—” you start, faltering when you realize it’s definitely not helping that you’re the one trying to answer for her. your gaze falls on the very visible hickey on angela’s neck, a dark purple bruise you’re astounded neither of you noticed before now. mental images of the night before flit rapidly through your mind, images of angela underneath you on the couch, head tipped back to give your mouth easier access to that exact spot, the sounds of her moans filling the room as her hips pushed up into yours—

“y/n.” chanse’s jaw drops, eyes flicking between you and angela in disbelief. “angela.”

you’re brought out of your thoughts by his voice, swallowing. angela’s face is a little red and your certain yours is as well with how hot it feels.

“oh, grow up! like none of you have ever had a hickey before,” angela starts in an attempt to brush off the situation.

“not at work,” amanda chimes in.

“oh my god, that’s why you didn’t need a ride,” chanse says. “because your ride slept over.”

there’s a smirk on amanda’s face as she adds, “seems like y/n was giving her more than one kind of ride-”

“okay! okay,” you interrupt, face warm as you place a hand on angela’s shoulder. “let’s go see if we can cover this up before anyone else sees, yeah?”

“we’re not done here!” amanda calls after you two as you walk away.

“you’ve got a lot of questions to answer later!” chanse adds.

you sigh, following angela, and as she looks over her shoulder at you with a grin, she asks, “is it bad that i kind of like that someone saw that?”

the question sparks a feeling of arousal. this side of angela is new to you, and you like it. you chuckle. “very. we’re at work, angela.”

“guess you’ll just have to punish me later, then, huh?”

the look in your eyes — a mixture of surprise and arousal — has angela grinning again as she turns to look forward again.

[willngela]

Heyyyy

I'm Eden but Angela, Aubree and kin names also work! I use he/she/hym/doll mainly :-) this is pretty much just my slop account where I post random shit. Etc, you can check out my editblr @gregquix where I post layouts from time to time (´^ω^`)

I am a MASSIVE Heathcliff and Angela kin, they are me irl I fear 💘 ok and this is my Catherine and Roland @lcbheathclifflover btw

I am a voidsharing riako of William (the butchery), Ragnvaldr and Le'garde (Fear and hunger) ok, please strictly dni doubles. Unless I like your art of them. Ok.

I'm also in love with this guy @cursedangelboy thanks

Credits to best friend @heathxcathy for these ok

#angela reblog

#angela talk

#willbree

#ragnela

#leden

#angela cry

#angela asks

[solsticeswackstuff]

College! Angela requested by @thesixthimmortal :)

Ok-they said College!Angela, so I am going to take that and RUN. if you know me IRL just a warning this is cringe

Angela flung her bag onto her bed, scattering its contents across the floor. She hummed loudly as she danced and buzzed around the room, tossing clothes into the laundry basket with exaggerated flourishes. She gallivants around the room loudly tidying up her side, but your voice cuts through her commotion, "Hey, could you keep that down for like 10 minutes? I really need to prepare for my next lab." Angela freezes, looking you over as you are hunched over your desk, paper spread out all around you. Angela can't help but notice that you've moved the coffee machine from the kitchen to your desk and she eyes your two cups, one actively filling coffee and one you are finishing. "Yeah, for sure, I will just head out for a bit," she responds.

You watched her rush out, a familiar pattern for you two. Typically, when she goes out this late, Angela brings someone back, and you are forced to room with one of your friends for the night. You silently pray that Angela doesn’t continue that part of your routine. This lab isn’t just any lab; it’s the one that could make or break your grade. The pressure is immense, and studying with distractions is the last thing you need.

As Angela wanders to the store near your dorm, her mind can't help but wander back to your slumped form and disheveled appearance. Mindlessly wandering the aisles, Angela half-haphazardly tosses things into her cart. She abruptly stops as she realizes she's in the soup aisle, she begins hesitating as she realizes you haven’t eaten all day. Angela had always admired your dedication, and seeing you so stressed tugged at her heart. Maybe she hadn’t always been the most considerate roommate, but today, she wanted to show she could be more. With that thought, Angela tosses a can into her cart.

When Angela enters the room, she makes sure to be as quiet as possible, a complete reversal of her earlier actions. While you work, she puts away her groceries, except for the soup. She prepared it with meticulous care, even tackling the dishes—a chore she usually avoided unless you told her to. As Angela stirred the soup, she couldn’t help but think of how she often took your friendship for granted. Angela also thought back to when you shared your notes and coffee during her rough exam period, this small act was her way to give back.

You are so completely engrossed in your work that you don’t hear her set the bowl down until she clears her throat. Angela’s voice was soft, almost hesitant as she said, "I brought you some soup. I know you’ve been working hard and… well, I just wanted to make sure you ate something." before quickly flopping down in her bed, not knowing how to respond to your silence. A brief pang of doubt crossed Angela’s face as you returned to your work. Had she overstepped? Did you even appreciate her gesture? Angela's doubt stopped when you looked up you gave her your thanks, before diving in. As the warm comforting liquid falls into your throat, you can’t help but think that this is the best thing the best soup you have ever eaten.

The alarm you set to go to class blares and as you are physically (and mentally) preparing for this hell of a lab Angela, no louder than a whisper asks “Would you want me to walk you there?”. Surprised by her sounding so timid you can’t help but find it endearing. You nod and you two walk out together and begin discussing your days, busy but in different ways. Angela wishes you luck as you head in and you can’t help but appreciate how much she has been there for you today.

After the lab, you were extremely exhausted. As you walked out of the building, you saw Angela waiting for you. She had her usual energy returned and told you humorous stories about her day while gesturing wildly. Feeling tired, you started to wobble, so Angela supported you by holding your waist—just to support you, she repeated herself. You leaned on her for the rest of the journey home, grateful for all she does for you.

The door opens with a creak, and Angela practically drags you into bed, waiting for you to let go. As you cling to her, she hesitates before climbing in beside you, watching the tension leave your body for the first time that day. She holds you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and watching for a reaction. You pull her closer, and she gives you a small nod. You close the gap between your faces, which had always seemed too large. At that moment, you realize that the soup was good, but this—this closeness and unspoken understanding—is something far more precious.

[mexicansalsayees]

got headcanons for College!Angela? I’m at work rn but ngl I feel BORED, and my mind always goes back to her

Okay so as always I got a bit carried away so:

I feel like she would definitely study something related to the arts, either film, theater... you name it.

She studies a lot, but only for the subjects that genuinely interest her (which end up being most of them anyway). Despite that she still manages to have a busy social life and party a lot.

She starts of a bit more reserved but by the second month she is already known for sleeping around, specially when she parties. (I can't picture it any other way since I read the fuckboy!Angela thoughts).

You both are roommates and get along well, but since you have different degrees you don't frequent the same circles.

You had a crush on Angela when you guys first met, but it faded away when she started bringing girls around.

Then you got a girlfriend and suddenly she stopped bringing them around, she barely even partied anymore and as a result she spended much of her time in the dorm (which slightly annoyed you because unlike Angela you found it difficult to fuck with an audience).

So one day you come back home after a big campus party and you find her hammered, trying and failing to go up the stairs. "Oh shit" you say grabbing her by the waist and helping her up. She clings on to you from the moment she recognizes you and doesn't let go until you guys reach the dorm.

She plummets on to her bed and you say "you're not planning to sleep like that are you?" only to be answered by groaning.

So you get her out of bed and into the bathroom and give her some of your pajamas, because you don't know where hers are.

Once she changes, though, you realize she's still got her make up on and knowing she won't do it herself you sit her in a chair and tilt her chin up while slowly passing a wipe through her face.

But there's something so innocent in her drunken state, something so pure in her closed eyed smile. It almost seems she has no worries and you can't help to take a bit more time caressing her face even though there's no make up left.

You finally snap out of it "all done" you say, your tone chipper but deep down you are feeling some nostalgia you can't quite place.

You tuck her in, lights already closed and you find yourself brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

You start walking towards your bed, but something stops you "I love you, you know" she says, barely audibly.

You brush it off as the alcohol talking but before you can respond she adds "and I don't mean it in a platonic way, I mean that I've fallen so hard for you, I barely know how to function anymore".

Well I'm leaving it here, let me know what you think hehehe.

[skygemspeaks]

This is a free coupon/excuse for you to infodump on the current topic you’re obsessed with. Treat this as a safe space from internet discourse and share with us something you find interesting!

Oh fuck yeah, i'm currently absolutely obsessed with taz balance again because i was listening to some of my fav fansongs (shoot me an ask if y'all want my playlist)

The on currently playing on loop in my mind is Go Child!'s "Stipulations" which is from the pov of johann

And i'm like really emotional over johann because from the very first scene he was introduced in, we know that something he's really struggling with is that he's going to be erased after be dies. He's the most talented musician alive and no one's ever going to know about him, and that makes him so upset

And then in story and song, right before he dies, he begs magnus (i think it was magnus, i could be wrong) to not let them erase him

And then, and then, Fisher chooses his song to broadcast into the minds of everyone in every reality.

This man whose deepest regret was that no one would ever know his name, no one would hear his music, ended up being known by everybody. His song was heard by all of creation. His song was what gave everyone the inspiration to defeat The Hunger

[anotherstudtouse]

imagine fem! reader starts working at smosh and has crazy obvious sensual tension with angela and chanse just absolutely clocks their asses and calls them out in videos for flirting

it becomes a running bit that every time you and angela are blatantly flirting in a video chanse calls it out, to the point where at one point when you're all playing a board game for a smosh games video, all you do is catch angela's gaze, your smile triggering a goofy little smile of her own just for you, and you hear chanse's, "ew. can you guys just like make out already i can collect the twenty dollars i bet amanda that your first kiss'll be in a video?"

amanda's quick to jump in with, "hey, no, that's not fair -- no coercion," directed at chanse before turning to you and adding, "take all the time you need, hun. preferably off camera, right?"

you roll your eyes with a grin at your friends' antics but your face feels warm, and as you catch angela's gaze again, you can tell there are gears turning in that pretty little head of hers.

but then it's her turn and the look of contemplation fades as she remembers to focus on the task at hand -- the game she's trying (and failing) to kick your ass in.

[anotherstudtouse]

Breeding kink you say?? 👀 Angela fucking you hard with her cumfilled strap while your hips are angled up on a pillow so that she can make sure all of her seed stays inside you. And she doesnt let you clean up after because she wants it to take hold. If you have somewhere to be she wants you to let it stay and leak out of you slowly and run down your leg. Marking you as hers

so i got so carried away with this one that i'm putting it underneath a read more gfdfhdfhdf

godddd you're clawing at the bedsheets and squirming underneath her to the point where she has to grab onto your hips and hold them in place. "stay still," she groans, ramming into you. "you're gonna take every drop of my cum. you're not gonna let any of it go to waste -- got it?"

with a whine of desperation, you nod, wrapping your legs around angela's waist in an effort to pull her as deep inside your needy pussy as possible. it works, and it doesn't take much more of the combination of angela's strap pounding you into the mattress and her thumb reaching down to rub tight circles around your clit for you to cum, crying out her name as you arch your back.

"fuck," she groans, her free hand hitting the mattress beside your head. she lowers herself on top of you, forehead pressed to yours. "you're so pretty when you cum. you want me to fill you up?" you nod, panting, and you can feel angela's own ragged breathing against your face as her nose brushes against yours. her thrusts never let up, your cunt sensitive from your orgasm but forced to keep taking angela's thick cock. "say it. i want to hear you say it. tell me how much you want me to flood this pussy. and look me in the eye when you do it."

"angela," you groan, eyes that were previously shut in pure bliss opening to lock onto the dark, intense gaze of the woman above you. it almost knocks out your ability to speak, the way she's looking at you as if you're the only thing in the world that matters. wrapping your arms around her, your hands smooth out against her back, pressing her more firmly against you. you can feel the muscles in her back flexing as she moves her hips against you. "please, angela, fill me up with your cum. i need it so bad, baby -- need you to breed me."

you can tell your words are having an effect on her. her thrusts grow more erratic, her hand curling into a fist in the sheets beside your head. panting, she presses down into you and it's almost like, in this moment, the two of you are one being, joined at the hips. the creaking of the mattress grows louder and louder the harder and rougher angela's thrusts become, and god, you can feel yourself approaching a second orgasm.

"please!" you cry out, hips bucking into angela's as much as possible, your thighs tightening around her waist. "fucking impregnate me, angela! don't stop until i've got your baby in me-- ah!" your words are interrupted by the feeling of angela's hips stilling against yours as rope after rope of thick cum shoots deep inside you. she muffles her groan with your mouth and it sends you over the edge as well. she shoves her tongue down your throat with a moan and you drag your nails down her back hard enough to leave your own mark on her, claiming her as yours as much as her cum inside you claims you as hers.

for a long time, the two of you lie there, coming down from your highs. her lips leave yours to begin a trail of slow, breathless kisses along your jawline. your chests heave against each other as you each catch your breath, your hand reaching up to smooth out her hair. she remains inside you even after you unwrap your legs from around her waist. it's silent for a while as you simply bask in each other's presence and the aftermath of the intense sex you just had.

"i know we were supposed to meet up with jon and mariah tonight, but..." you trail off, lips brushing against angela's forehead as you speak.

you feel her smirk against your neck. "we're going. i want to see you out in public trying to hide the fact that my cum's leaking out of your pussy."

you swallow, your walls squeezing around the strap still buried inside you. you can feel angela's smirk widen. "get off of me," you demand with a giggle, halfheartedly pushing her up off of you.

"well, i already got off in you, so i guess that would be the logical next step."

"shut up." you're laughing now. for a second, you stop to think about how lucky you are to be with someone who can make you laugh like this just moments after giving you two mind-blowing orgasms. the grin on angela's face as she pushes herself up and begins to slowly pull out of you only reinforces that feeling. before she can leave to go get ready, you take her by the back of the neck and pull her down into another kiss -- softer this time, full of every ounce of the love you feel for this woman. she returns it wholeheartedly.

"i love you," she breathes after breaking the kiss. "now let me go or i'll never let you out of this bed."

you hesitate for a second before letting her go. as she gets up to head to the bathroom, you call out, "i love you, too," after her.

[willngela]

Hi Angela Hello Hi Aubree Hi Ok Bye.

Hi Carmen hello hi Avery hi ok bye