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could you write some makeup sex with cassie after an argument pls (g!p or not is fine)

▸ 𝗴!𝗽 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝗰𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

warnings: oral sex (r!receiving), switch!cassie, switch!reader, boobs, fingering (r!receiving), dry humping, edging / orgasm denial, biting, hand job, ride the dih, no protection, cassie cums inside

"Baby, please, i'm sorry.." cassie's voice comes out quiet, nothing like her usual gruff tone. "..it was an accident i didn't realise.. please forgive me.." her hands cup your face, pressing gentle kisses to anywhere she can reach. she'd been caught up at work and missed the dinner reservation you'd booked for you both. You weren’t mad, not really, just oh so disappointed. you'd been ready to go for hours, hair and nails freshly done, her favourite one of your dresses on, you'd even shaved your legs for the occasion - just for her to be a no show. the taxi you'd pre-ordered was long gone, and the hairstyle you'd done so carefully was starting to fall, and yet she looked so appologetic, like a kicked puppy as she cupped your face.

"It’s fine, Cass," you sigh, eyes not meeting hers. "No, it's not." she argues, finally planting a kiss to your lips. "..let me make it up to you?" She asks gently, her thumb running over your bottom lip. you nod once, and let her pull you closer, one hand moving from your jaw to your hip. "You look so fucking gorgeous baby," she murmers pressing another kiss to your mouth, her knee slipping between your thighs. you can't help the heat that pools between your thighs.

cassie looked stunning, too, hair scraped back into a ponytail, and the sleeves of her undershirt pushed up to her elbows. you finally kiss her back properly, your tongues tangling tongester between your mouths until she pulled back to gasp for air, har bangs falling deliciously in front of her face. her hand latches onto your wrist as she pulls away, gently tugging you along after her.

she pushes the bedroom door closed with her foot and she's on you again, hands everywhere all at once, hot and knowing of every inch of your skin, you don't even seem to realise that she's tugged the front of your dress down until her hands are groping your tits, wet kisses move from your mouth and down your jaw as the back of your knees hit the bed frame, one hand moves back upwards, tangling in the hair at the base of your skull and making you gasp into the warm bedroom air.

her eyes meet yours as her kisses make their way down to your bra-clad chest, she seems almost offended by the barrier as she roughly shoves your dress down off of you and unhook your bra with such ease. her lips attach to your nipple immediately, sucking and swiping her tongue against the hardened bud, making you arch further into her touch, your own hands coming up and pulling out her ponytail so you can get a proper grip on her hair, pulling her impossibly closer into you. her thumb rubs over the tip of your other erect nipple.. soft at first, then pinching down hard.

"please, Cass," you breathe, although your not exactly sure what you're begging for. cassie however takes it as a sign, she slips off your pretty dress down your stomach and thighs until it pools at the floor by your feet. she follows suit, dropping to her knees so she's face to face with the delicate lace of your underwear. her hands grasp your thighs as she runs her tongue over the wet patch on your underwear, grazing your clothed clit with the strong muscle, your hips buck forward against her face as a quiet moan escapes your throat.

she continues pressing little kitten licks to your clothed cunt until you're begging her to touch you once more. Cassie hooks her fingers around the elastic waistband and gently tugs them down, leaving you bare above her. she carefully pushes you down onto the bed using her grip on your thighs to push your legs over her shoulders.

her tongue drags through your slick folds making you writhe and squirm above her as you thighs try desperately to clamp down around her head- but her grip on you is too strong, her tongue plunges into the depths of your aching hole, rough against your velvety walls and her nose bumps against your bundle of nerves again and again, its enough to make anybody scream. you back arches off the mattress as she shifts her position, her mouth moving to suckle on your clit as she lets go of one of your thighs moving it into you instead, her middle and pointer finger drag against the pillow inside of your pussy, curling sinfully against your g-spot and stretching you out with a scissoring movement every so often. she can feel your pulse through your bud as you try to hold back but end up cumming over her fingers in minutes.

cassie continues to fuck you through it as you go through the wave of aftershock, thighs trembling as they frame her face. she pulls away, mouth coated in your slick and without looking away from your eyes she sucks your cum off of her fingers.

she slowly removes herself from between your thighs, the hardened buldge of her cock creating a strained tent in her joggers. you pull her down so she's laying on her back on the bed too, then you climb on top of her. dragging your warm cunt across the soft fabric of her sweatpants making her groan against you. her teeth latch onto your shoulder as you grind against her through torturous layers of fabric. she's so hard you almost feel bad for her.. almost.

she tries to grind back up against you, and you let her for a while, but the second you feel her thighs tense beneath you you move off of her, leaving her thrusting aimlessly into the air as the coil in the bottom of her stomach evaporates too soon. cassie lets out a disgruntled sound but she doesn't whine; she knows exactly why you're doing this. Payback.

her eyes follow you as you move back, lowering yourself onto your knees on the soft rug by the bed, she lifts her hips to give you easier access to her rigid length, it springs from her boxers embarrassingly hard, hitting her stomach and leaving a wet mark on her shirt. she could've cum then and there from the way you looked up at her from you position on the ground.

she groans as the soft skin of your palm comes into contact with her aching cock, bucking up into your hand immediately with a desperate vigour. you gently start to run your hand up and down her dick, leaning down to lick her leaking precum directly from the slit in her tip. you slowly work her, applying gentle pressure and running your tongue across the underside every now and then just to make her gasp. her moans and grunts get breathier and more strained; a clear sign shes close and once again you pull away completely.

you see frustrated tears gloss over her eyes as her orgasm is denied once more, but you don't let her stay like that for long. you stand up and take her dick into your hand once more and line the throbbing hardness up with your hole, and with the other hand braced on her shoulder you slowly sink down. cassies breath catches in her throat and you can almost see the self restraint it takes not to just fuck your brains out then and there, "please.." she whimpers pathetically below you,you start to ride her, painstakingly slowly and you slip your thumb into her mouth, pressing down against her tongue- forcing every single sound she makes out into the open.

shes so deep inside you its as if you can feel every groove and ridge along her entire length, you can feel her getting closer beneath you, her hips jutting upwards to meet yours every time you sink down. her breaths grows uneven and her chest heaves like she's trying desperately to hold herself back. you take your thumb from her mouth and offer your fingers out to her instead, "spit." You tell her and she does, immediately. her pupils blow even darker if such a thing is possible as she watches you rub your clit with fingers soaked in her spit. your movements soon too become erratic "thats it Cass.." you praise, getting closer to the edge. "Gonna cum, gonna cum" she releats over and over like a mantra, and after a few more seconds your lips brush hers. "Cum with me baby," you murmur as you let yourself come undone on her cock.

cassies head falls forewards into your tits as she cums in you with a shudder. you feel her warmth flood your walls, painting your insides white as she goes still, gasping for air as your movements slow, before you remove her from you entirely. "Fuck.." You breathe like you just won a marathon. "Apology accepted."

sapiensecrets

the case of the missing spring rolls - trinity santos x f!reader SMAU

pairings: trinity santos x doctor!reader, whitsantos x roommate!reader

cw/tags: this is so unserious, basically just crack/fluff, lots of teasing, reader is referred to with fem terms (girlfriend, girl, etc), established relationship between reader and trinity. reader, trinity, and dennis all live together. one mention of resuscitation. no use of y/n, use of baby, angel, that vibe for reader from trinity

cursedyuri

a blurb in which you fake an orgasm and vi simply isn’t having it. inspired by this ask! this one’s for the girlies on ssris lmao

warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact. contains oral sex and fingering (r!receiving)

you’re not entirely sure how long you’ve been like this - splayed out on vi’s bed, your legs spread wide to allow her access to your drooling cunt. beneath your arched back, the bedsheets are wilted with sweat from countless minutes - maybe hours - of the redhead’s torturous mouth on your heat, her slender fingers in your clenching hole.

and it’s good - it always is with vi. she knows how to play you like an instrument, touching you with careful, practiced reverence, pulling noises from your lips that are novel even to you.

but as skilled as vi is, sometimes your body - no, your mind doesn’t want to cooperate. and that’s exactly what’s happening now as you writhe in vi’s embrace, internally begging your body to grant you the release you so desperately crave.

dut1fuldyk3

Smoking scene with ellie and dina but instead with abby muahaha

CW: boot licking, d/s undertones, fem reader, top!abby, bottom! reader, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), porn with plot, weed smoking, ABBY IS A MUNCHERR, humiliation/degradation/praise, lowkenuinely piss kink (WHO SAID THAT)

MMDNI 18+!!

wc: 4.6k

The snow fell hard, thick wet flakes sticking to the ground like glue. The wind thrashed around violently, causing your hair to whip in your face. The frozen strands stinging your cheeks. The squall blurred your vision further, altering your balance. You held on to Abby tightly, lest you be lost forever to nature's brutality.

A building had come into sight, like a glittering mirage in miles of hot desert. Abby recognized the worn library. She had apparently been several times over the course of the years, sneaking out to party with her friends. That didn’t sound like the Abby you knew now, but you held your comment.

You both hastily made your way inside, pushing open the doors and closing them quickly.

You sighed, grateful to be out of the harsh wind and cold as you wiped the excess snow off your beat-up jacket. It had more than a few holes and offered little shelter from the freezing air.

Abby was still on high alert, scoping out the library with her usual careful precision. She handled everything with such care and intensity. Watching her closely, your stomach did flips.

You had only met Abby this year and were still considered a newbie to the Salt Lake crew. The two of you had become friends quickly, bonding over her vast collection of worn books. Abby let you borrow any that you wanted as long as you kept her up to date with your thoughts. She even encouraged you to notate, responding to her little comments in the margins.

The two of you spent a lot of your free time together. Abby was always very conscious of you, knowing your schedule and where to find you when you needed quiet. She kept a list in her mind of all the things you liked. Bringing back lavendar scented soap from patrols, or grabbing you an extra roll from the canteen. Your feelings for her progressed rather quickly.

Abby reappeared, signaling that everything was clear. She always made sure you were safe.

You looked around the open space, rows of heavy bookshelves full of rotting books. You hummed wistfully, imagining an earlier world where you and Abby could spend hours in the quiet library reading together.

The two of you fell into a steady rhythm of sweeping for supplies. The library, though threadbare, had a larger stockpile than you had thought. Abby had mentioned that some older ex-fireflies would hang out here after patrols.

You found yourselves combing through the bookcases, picking one or two to bring home in your pack.

Abby noticed suddenly that one of the bookcases against the wall was blocking a door. The two of you shared a look. Your curiosity was piqued. She positioned herself, using the strength in her arms and back to push the heavy bookcase out of the way. You cursed the thick jacket she wore for blocking the view of her muscles contracting as she worked.

Warmth spread in your belly as you watched, eyes wide….”Do you need help?” you asked meekly.

She let out a breathy chuckle as she finished pushing, smirking at you, “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, sweetheart.”

You swallowed thickly at the pet name, as she turned the door handle.

“Wait!!” you exclaimed. She turned, eyebrows perked up.

"We don’t know what’s in there,” you fussed.

She smirked again, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep us safe.” You believed her wholeheartedly, face flushing.

The door opened to a staircase leading to a basement. You both walked down the concrete staircase slowly, your boots echoing loudly.

You broke the silence, "What do you think is down here?" you asked Abby genuinely.

You could hear the smile in her voice, "It's obviously a sex dungeon."

You scoffed loudly, slapping her shoulder. "I hope it’s a sex dungeon," you joke lightly. Abby snorts, turning her head to look at you behind her. Her blonde braid whipping down her back, you suppressed the urge to tug.

"You're a freak", she says, a wide smile lighting up her face. You can't contain your matching grin.

Abby approaches the doorway at the bottom of the stairs with you in tow. She presses her side to the door, her hands gripping the pistol, shoulders cocked back taught. Abby shoots you a look over her shoulder, nodding to you silently. You nod back. She pushes the door open with her right hand. You hold your breath in anticipation. You hear abby’s laughter fill the hall.

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, peeking behind her shoulder to find the room filled with rows of dead weed plants.

…“What the hell?” you say in between laughter.

Abby looks to you, “Looks like we were both wrong.”

The two of you enter the room, Abby still cautious. She scanned the room efficiently as you roamed around in wonder. There were hundreds of plants. Some fully grown and suspended from the ceiling to dry. Others just seedlings placed under growing lights. All left neglected, you wondered for how long.

Paraphernalia littered the room, tall bongs, short ones, even a bong with a gas mask attached to it. You snorted to yourself, that is quite inventive you thought.

Abby’s voice broke your train of thought. “Looks like we weren’t too far off,” she said, holding up old VHS tapes.

Your eyebrows raised in confusion, walking closer to her. Her shoulder brushed yours.

“Dong of the wolf,” she snorted, “Smash Brandi’s cooch.”

You looked at her, puzzled. “Porn films,” she smirks.

Your mouth formed an O shape before laughing loudly, “That is incredibly stupid,” you muttered.

She smiled. You moved over near the couch, a table sat in front with a jar filled with cones.

“Here we go”, you said as you reached for the jar.

“Does weed you go bad?” you asked. Abby shrugged in response. You shrugged back and went to open the lid, failing miserably. It was practically glued on.

Abby watched your struggle in amusement, “Having a hard time there?” she teased.

You scoffed, handing the jar to her abruptly, “Go ahead then, show off.”

She took the jar from you, smirking. “I will”.

At some point, her jacket had been shrugged off. You watched as the veins in her hands popped with exertion, the muscles in her arms tightening. You nearly drooled. She opened it rather easily, looking up at you with a cocky grin on her face.

“I loosened it for you,” you griped.

She hummed in agreement, sitting down on the couch, “Might as well get comfortable,” she commented. Taking a joint from the jar.

“We’re gonna be stuck for a while, right?”, you asked, sitting down too. An entire cushion distance away from her.

She looked over at you, “Totally trapped”, wiggling her eyebrows, gesturing to the joint. She fished for a lighter from inside her bag. Abby brought the filter up to her lips, lighting the tip of the joint.

You pushed your hair behind your ears, biting your lip in anticipation. Abby inhaled deeply before exhaling, broad shoulders slackening.

She handed the joint over to you, fingers brushing. You hit it gingerly, coughing only slightly, before passing it back. You welcomed the familiar feeling of lightness washing over your body. Everything loosened, giggling and chittering with Abby as you passed the joint back and forth.

She looked at you closely, "Can I ask you a question?" she asked somewhat earnestly.

You nodded, eyes transfixed on her beautiful face.

Blue eyes twinkling with mischief, "Do you remember that night when you kissed me?"

Your face flushed, heart sinking. The stinging feeling of humiliation washing over you. You had willed yourself to forget about that night.

You had been incredibly drunk, stumbling to your room alone after a night of drinking with the Salt Lake crew. Abby suddenly appeared at your side. Steadying you with an arm around your waist and chivalrously walking you home.

She helped unlock your door, walking you in. Before, much to your horror, you threw up on her boots. The contents splattering all over the tile of your kitchen floor. She had swiftly moved you to the bathroom, holding your hair back gently and rubbing soothing circles on your back. You hysterically cried and blubbered endless apologies as she soothed you.

You had seen another side of Abby that night, squinting up at her blearily from the toilet lid, the harsh lighting making a halo out of her golden hair.

Later that night, after she had tucked you in, you had begged her to stay with you. She lay next to you, telling a story of antics from when she was a teenager. You watched her lips intently, willing yourself to not be dizzy.

You thought of how soft the plush pink would feel on your skin, a warm feeling spreading over your entire body. Your body moved without thought, leaning your face forward and kissing her softly.

Her eyes widened, not expecting the contact. She pulled away slowly from you, not wanting to take advantage of your drunken state. She brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

She smiled softly at you, "You need to sleep". In that moment, your mind was too preoccupied by the feeling of her lips to even process any feeling of embarrassment. You fell asleep quickly as Abby petted your head. Waking up mortified as you turned over to two pills and a glass of water by your bedside. A small note scribbled, "Take these or else."

You attempted and failed to school your face into a neutral expression. Her smile widened wolfishly.

You groaned and covered your face, “Please, Abby, don’t do this to me,” your voice muffled by your hands.

She laughed loudly, a boisterous sound. “Why not?” she teased, “You’re the one who kissed me.”

“I was hoping you forgot, and we would never mention it, ever.” You moaned in embarrassment.

She shook her head at you, amused, “I wasn’t nearly as drunk as you, sweetheart.”

Your stomach flipped again at the pet name, you pulled your hands away from your face, looking up at her through your lashes. “You make me wanna go back outside in that blizzard.”

“No one is stopping you”, she smirked

You scoffed, willing yourself to look away from her. She watched you intently. A softer look took over her face, and she shook her head.

“What if I don’t want to forget?” She paused, shifting closer to you, “Do you still want to kiss me?”

You looked at her with wide eyes, unbelieving. You nodded yes quickly.

“Words, angel,” she said firmly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Your whole body was buzzing, the weed making you feel like you were floating. Your panties were definitely soaked. You drew in a deep breath. “Yes, yes, please.”

Her face was so close to yours. You could see every freckle dotting her pretty face, the length of her fluttering lashes. You felt her breath fanning your flushed face as she leaned in, connecting her lips to yours.

You kissed her back enthusiastically. Shifting quickly, pulling yourself onto her lap without daring to disconnect your lips from hers.

Abby smiled into your mouth, “Eager,” she chuckled, pulling you closer into her by your waist. You whimpered at the feeling of her hands finally on you.

She licked into you, deepening the kiss as you moaned into her. Her steady hands began to roam over your curves, sliding down to your ass and squeezing the flesh there, before heading to the front and palming your large breasts. You were already panting.

She pulled away quickly, a string of spit connecting your lips, “Can I take this off?” she grunted.

You acted quickly, tugging at the hem of your shirt and bringing it over your head, left in your bra. She looked at you hungrily, "This too,” she rasps. Reaching behind you to undo the clasp. Your heavy breasts spill out, the cold air tightening your nipples instantly.

She growled at the sight, quickly taking them in her large grasp, pulling at your sensitive nipples.

You throw your head back, whining. She took the opportunity to lick up your now open throat. Her teasing tongue made its way back down, leaving sloppy kisses on your breasts, before sucking down harshly. Your nails sank into her broad shoulders, grinding down desperately in her lap. Easily becoming lost in her touch.

She pulls away slightly, looking at your face, “God, you’re so pretty, baby,” she rasps.

“Fuck abs,” you pant, “Please touch me,” you whine impatiently.

She smiles, “Yeah, you want me to touch you, baby,” she says, still tweaking your nipples. You roll your hips again, taking your lip between your teeth.

Her hand moves to the back of your head, gripping your hair in her fist tightly. Bringing her lips to the shell of your ear, “Gotta make sure you’ll listen first,” she paused pressing more kisses onto your neck, “That you’ll be good for me.”

You nodded fervently, “I'll do anything, please.”

She grinned at your breathy voice, “Anything? Hm?”, she chuckled. Having you exactly where she wants you, “Then get on your knees, baby,” she mumbled.

You quickly climb down from her lap. Kneeling onto the small carpet in front of the couch, just in front of her spread legs. You run your hands down the top of your thighs nervously, waiting in anticipation. She takes her time observing you, the curve of your neck, the slope of your shoulder. She could spend hours watching you, so eager to please her.

Abby broke the silence, grasping your chin, “Look at me, baby.” You look up at her through your lashes, folding your hands in your lap. She smiles down at you, already so obedient for her.

She cocked her head to the side, then gestured to her foot with her chin. “Kiss it.”

Your eyes widened slightly, eyes flicking down to her boot and then back up to the ardent look on her face. You slowly bent down, hovering your face over the leather.

She smirked down at you in anticipation. You felt yourself sink deeper as you kissed the tip of her shiny boot tenderly. You would do anything she asked of you.

“Good girl,” she cooed softly. You keened at her praise, the warmth engulfing you. She pet your head approvingly as you leaned into her calloused palm.

She lifted her boot slightly, the bottom of it now hovering in front of your face, “Now lick it,” she says avidly. Your body burned, humiliation curling down your spine, feeling open and raw. The degradation making your cunt flutter.

She raised her eyebrows expectantly at you. You stick out your tongue shyly, licking from the heel to the tip. Whimpering as Abby groaned at the sight of you worshiping her. You pulled back hesitantly, looking at her for approval.

“So obedient,” she hummed in approval, as if you were a dog. Your body burned impossibly brighter, words sticking in your throat. All you could do was stare up at her reverently, awaiting your next command.

“Up,” she motioned with her hand. You rose slowly, now standing in between her spread legs. Signaling with her finger for you to spin around, you did.

You heard her shift, standing up as well. Front now pressed to your back. Her thick arms circled you, rough palms sliding over your soft stomach and squeezing. You shuddered as she kissed your shoulder. Abby's hands slid lower, cupping your cunt through your jeans. You gasp softly.

She carefully unbuttons your pants, shimmying them down your legs before helping you step out of them. Abby's movements were controlled and confident. It made you feel small, cared for.

She cupped your cunt again, your wetness seeping through the thin cotton, “So wet already,” she purred into your ear. “Dirty little girl, you liked licking my boot, huh?”

You shivered at her words, nodding your head a small “uh-huh” escaping your throat.

She spun you around suddenly, positioning your body to kneel on the cushions, hands bracing the back of the couch for support. You breathed out shakily, Abby's unadulterated strength making your pussy gush.

She gathered your hair in her fist before tugging, making your spine arch. Your ass automatically pressed against the front of her crotch as she thrusted forward. Her cool belt buckle came in contact with your warm pussy. You yelped at the sudden sensation.

She rocked her hips again, belt buckle now grinding on your throbbing clit. pleasure licking up your spine, you moaned wantonly. Your hips moved in time with hers, chasing the delicious friction.

She growled through clenched teeth, “Fuck baby, wish I had my strap, I’d ruin this pussy.”

You whimpered at her words, craning your neck over your shoulder to look at her. Babbling needily, "Please fuck my pussy, Abby, please".

She hummed in consideration, pulling your panties down with one hand over the curve of your ass. She slapped down at the supple skin, hard. You flinched, squeaking. Both hands gripping either cheek as she pulled and pushed them apart roughly.

Your head dropped in humiliation as you whimpered. Her one hand left your skin, coming back down again in a powerful CRACK. You cried out, back arching in pain. Abby pulled back again, roughened palm coming down repeatedly in three quick successions.

You groaned in pain, whining out an "oowwwwwwe" in a high-pitched tone. Abby snorted, mocking you with the same inflection.

You whimpered at her mocking, "You're so mean." You fussed.

"Aww, poor baby," she said in feigned sympathy, voice syrupy sweet. Soothing at the prints on your plush skin. You couldn't help more slick leaking out of your fluttering hole due to her teasing.

She ran two bulky fingers through your soaked slit, sighing pleasently at the warmth.

“Mmmmm,” she groaned, “This all for me, baby?”

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, already squirming. You whined as she teased your hole

“Your pussy belongs to me now,” she growled, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, please, Abby", you whined.

She pressed her pointer and ring finger into your tight cunt, your walls pulling her in instantly. You moaned loudly, legs already trembling as you clenched tightly onto her thick fingers instinctively.

Abby ran her other hand up your back, grounding you. She let you adjust to her fingers for a moment. Bending forward over you, nibbling on your earlobe. “Relax,” she teased.

Your breath came out in a pant, attempting to relax your body for her. She rewarded you by slowly pulling her fingers out and pushing them back in, pressing somewhere devastating.

You moaned, mouth hanging open lewdly. She kept a steady rhythm, your cunt already squelching loudly. Your nails dug into the couch for purchase, cheek pressed against the rough cushions. She added a third finger. You couldn't contain the noises leaving your mouth, the overwhelming pleasure building faster than you could control.

Just as you were about to burst you heard her gravely voice.

“Hold it.”

You sobbed, “I can’t-t”, voice breaking.

Her fingers slowed to a stop. You sobbed harder, tears spilling from your lash line, heavy and hot.

She rubbed your lower back soothingly before removing her fingers from your warm cunt. You gasped at the loss of her. You couldn’t whine for long, as she shoved her thick fingers past your open mouth. You gagged around them, tasting your slick, more tears spilling down your plump cheeks.

She coos in mock sympathy, “Didn’t you hear me, baby?” She keeps curling them slowly, fucking your throat. “This is my pussy now, you cum when I allow it.”

Your cries are muffled, gagging again around her. She considers you for a moment before removing them, getting off to your tear-stained face.

“I-im sorry, I'm sorry,” you sobbed, “please, I’ll be good.”

She grinned brightly. “Good girl,” she hums, kissing you sloppily, tongue curling in your mouth. She pulls away for a moment, gripping your face in one hand. Your pink tongue lolled out as she spat on it, both moaning in unison.

Her fingers entered your fluttering hole again. You sobbed in relief at being stuffed once more.

“That’s it, baby,” Abby grunted, “Taking me so well.”

Your legs trembled uncontrollably. The only words that could escape your mouth were babbled pleas.

“Hold on for a little longer, baby.”

She added a fourth finger, stretching you to the brink. Your mouth fell into a silent scream, feeling owned by her. Your clit pulsed wildly.

Abby's arm wrapped around your head, pulling you back against her. The crook of her elbow caged your throat as four fingers bullied your cunt. The headlock dizzying as she whispered filth in your ear.

“Aaghh, gonna c-cum” you cried.

“That’s it, baby cum all over my fingers.”

The release hit harder than a line of coke. Walls spasming and tightening around her fingers. Slick gushed from your hole, splattering onto Abby’s hand and your stomach. Her teeth met your shoulder, marking you as your body continued convulsing in white-hot pleasure.

Abby loosened the headlock, allowing your breathing to try and steady as you came down. She kissed over your shoulder, tongue soothing her teeth marks. She muttered praises into your skin as she gently removed her fingers. You took in a shaky, deep breath, tears now dry and sticky on your face.

Abby helped maneuver your body around to face her, taking in your wrecked expression and smiling.

“Did that feel good, angel?” she cooed, peppering kisses on your tear-stained face. You could only nod, words trapped in your throat.

“Think you can handle more?” she smirked devilishly.

Your glassy eyes widened, shaking your head side to side fervently. She snickered at your whiny disposition.

Your body had been completely drained of energy, but it betrayed you anyway. Clit already pulsing frantically at the mere thought of her touch.

"Take it off," you murmured, gesturing with your head to her shirt. She raised her eyebrows humuoursly at your request. You pouted at her sweetly.

Abby rolled her eyes fondly, shuffling her flannel off. Clumsily finding the hem of her shirt and pulling the long-sleeved henley over her head.

You gawked at her arms unabashedly. Her smooth skin covered in freckles. Your eyes roamed to her small chest, bound tightly with a sports bra. Trailing further to the toned planes of her stomach, torso ending with a patch of light hair trailing down to her boxers. You nearly drooled.

"Need to taste this sweet pussy" she growled, sinking down to her knees. She gripped your thick thighs roughly, pushing your knees up toward your chin. You squeaked in embarrassment, cheeks flushing as she bared your cunt to herself.

Her breath fanned over your still-dripping pussy, glistening and fluttering. She watched you greedily, licking her lips.

You peered down at her over your chubby tummy. Her blonde hair still braided neatly down her back, no sign of even breaking a sweat. Her eyes betrayed her composure, though. The usual baby blues were blown black by her wide pupils. She watched you as if you were her prey, the intensity of her gaze making you feel small.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” she murmurs almost to herself, before spitting lewdly.

You whimper at her filthiness, impatiently wiggling your pussy in front of her face. She rolled her eyes in amusement before lightly smacking your spread open folds. You jumped in shock, moaning at the pain and pleasure twisting in your gut. Your clit pounded, begging for release. You cried out pitifully as she spanked you right on the pink muscle, legs trembling uncontrollably.

She scoffed, "You like this," she observed, unbelieving. It was as if you were made for her. You gasped as her fingers came down again, your wetness spattering lightly.

Abby smiled wolfishly, teeth glinting, before leaning in and tasting you. She swiped the strong muscle from your flutering hole up your slit to your clit. She latched onto the stiff bud, sucking sharply. You moaned, hands immediately tangling in her hair, mussing her braid.

Abby devoured your pussy, sucking and slurping on your folds, moaning at the taste of you. Nothing in that moment could pull Abby's mouth away.

Her nails sank into your plush thighs sharply, the other hand pushing three fingers into your gummy walls. You gasped breathily, unable to handle the writhing pleasure.

A sudden uncomfortable fullness started to creep into your abdomen as she fucked you deep and slow. Your hips twitch and roll onto her defined nose.

You gasp in horror as the overwhelming sensation of having to empty your bladder took over. You squeak, legs kicking instinctively in panic. Almost accidentally whacking Abby in the head with your socked foot.

“Wait, wait, Abby," You breathe in sharply, "I have to pee.”

She grunted, unpahsed, “Hold it.”

“No, no, I mean it,” you try to push her head away from your pussy.

Abby pulls back ever so slightly. A cocky smirk plastered on her face.

“Then pee”, she said plainly, shoulders shrugging.

Mouth reattaching to you. Her fingers keeping a steady rhythm despite your cries. Your hand smacked the top of her shoulder in protest, squeezing with your nails. Abby growled as you broke skin, fucking you deeper in retaliation.

“A-ah Hah” “Abby! Oh!”, you whined helplessly.

She scraped her teeth lightly against your clit. Your back arched as piss leaked out against your will. You clenched up painfully, trying to hold the rest.

“Ah! Stop, Abby, please,” you sob. “I can’t hold it”. The pleasure built to a peak regardless of the humiliation burning through you.

Abby didn't relent, still working you through it. Head lifting to watch you come undone. “I got you, baby,” she mutters sweetly, “Just let it go”.

She brushes her calloused thumb against your throbbing clit gently. The tension snaps, your mouth falling open in a cracked sob, squirt and hot piss spurting from between your legs. Abby moans at the sight, her hands and chest covered in the warm liquid.

You moan and hiccup through the unbearable pleasure, legs shaking uncontrollably.

Abby coos her praises tenderly as you begin to come down. Rubbing soothing circles on your hip. She kisses up your tummy, the sensitive skin prickling. Abby's face hovers over yours, taking your lips in a delicate kiss. The weight of her torso grounding you.

You sigh into the kiss, opening your mouth wider to allow her to swallow you whole. Her arms wrap around you, swadling you in her warmth. Your eyes flutter, body coming back to you.

Abby helps you sit up on the couch. Grabbing her shirt from where she threw it on the ground and gently wiping you.

You jumped slightly, whimpering.

She stopped suddenly, eyes watching your facial expressions carefully.

"You okay, baby?" she whispered.

You nodded and swallowed, voice hoarse. "Yeah, just sensitive."

She nodded, cleaning you up carefully. Assisting you in pulling up your panties and putting on your shirt. She moved to wipe herself off too, taking her sports bra off and buttoning up her flannel halfway.

You watched in awe, her perky tits stiff from the cold. Your mouth wattered, even spent and sore, you ached for her. Abby lies down on the opposite end of the couch, motioning you forward. You lie between her open legs, head resting on her chest. You press your cheek further, nuzzling into her warmth. She wraps her buff arms around you, palm rubbing up and down your skin. She kisses your forehead tenderly as your eyes flutter closed.

"Proud of you, sweet girl," Abby whispers in your hair. You clung to her tightly, drifting easily in her embrace. The humiliation still buzzed just below your skin. The feeling of being owned and protected blurring seemlessly.

A/N: I'm SO sorry this took so long. I've entered this weird phase where im hating absolutely everything I write. I have so many almost finished wips in my drafts,,, I just need to get over myself and post them

moonlightxaridw

Warnings: smut, semipublic sex, fingering

Abby covered your mouth while one hand was completely inside your underwear. It was almost midnight, and everyone around was asleep.

The camp was silent, broken only by the sounds of animals in the distance and the crackling of embers left from the fire.

Her hand began to make small circles on your clit, and you could feel her warm breath against your neck.

She kissed your neck as she quickened the movement with her fingers. You started to let out small moans, which made Abby silence you. "Shh, we don't want anyone to hear us, okay, babe?" she whispered, slipping two fingers into your mouth with her free hand.

You gently sucked before Abby left your clit to insert her fingers into your needy pussy. She began to slowly pump her fingers in and out of you. You moaned around Abby's fingers, which made Owen move slightly. You were a little scared, thinking you might get caught, but Abby didn't stop; in fact, she increased the speed.

"God... you're so tight," Abby murmured, curling her fingers inside you, right on that sensitive spot that made you almost scream her name, but she choked you a little in the attempt.

"m’so close," you said, trying to speak. Abby moved her fingers faster, making your pussy tighten around them, the knot in your stomach growing until it almost hurt.

"Come on, baby, cum on my fingers," she said, giving her last few pumps before you finally came.

"That's it," Abby said, pulling her fingers out of your mouth and your pussy.

satellitespinner

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐈

hehe part 3! dropping this absolute bomb before i head to work :p use of y/n, she used for reader, swearing, ellie being flirty as hell, ignore timestamps !

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tobesolxvely

CLOSER TO HOME

SYNOPSIS: Unexpected plans ruin the staycation you and your long-distance girlfriend, Ellie, have been looking forward to for so long.

this fic is part of the pride & bloom collection!

WC: 2.4k | CW: pure softness! ellie x fem!reader. abby and dina mentioned (both reader's and ellie's bffs respectively).

a/n: it was so fun giving each of our girlies a different prompt with the same setup, but this one is particularly soft and fluffy it makes my heart melt... ellie's such a sweetheart i love her sm. also, 10 days left to request any pride related fics so feel free to join and send somethin' if you'd like <333

Long-distance relationships teach you to treasure little things. For example, a good morning text before work, pictures of whatever random thing caught your partner’s attention during the day, the nightly phone calls that make you forget there’s six hours of highway in between you.

You and Ellie have gotten good at it. Not perfect, because no amount of practice can ever make saying goodbye any easier, but good nonetheless.

Every night, without fail, one of you calls the other and spend hour talking about everything and anything. But tonight, your laptop sits open in front of you, emails and unfinished spreadsheets covering the screen. The clock in the corner reads well past midnight.

On the other end of the call, Ellie is quiet. Not in a bad way, she’s simply listening to you, because you’ve spent the last ten minutes explaining why your upcoming trip isn’t going to happen.

“I’m really sorry,” the words leave your mouth for what feels like the hundredth time. “I tried moving things around, but there’s a project deadline and two people are already out this month and—”

“Babe,” Ellie’s voice is softs, and your rambling immediately stops. “It’s alright.”

vvampirelust

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭! (𝐔𝐡)

ha ha ha what the fuck is this -

anyway

just thinking about how sevika gets drunk and likes to torture you…

warnings: bondage, overstim, vibrator…you get me

giveherswords

ellabs nation you want the enemies to lovers arc? the god-tier slow burn? it's literally this: 920k words later, I decided it was time to make a master list on Tumblr.

Every story is hardcore ellabs, just exploring the relationship between these two deranged lesbians in the million different narratives that haunt my psyche.

Longfics (100k+) + Oneshots below->

cinnamongirlsev

⚽︎ given-taken

⚽︎ gf!vi x e x r, three ways baby.

a/n: this is the last part of hot to go! we can’t thank u enough for the amount of love you guys have shown this collab, me and marie have really enjoyed ourselves 💗 now buckle ur seatbelts bc this is filthy and nasty and something possessed me while i was writing it ! i acc can’t look at u guys as i post this omg

tags: 18+ MDNI, god where to start, dom e and v, degredation, strap referred to as cock, strap sucking (r), scissoring, oral (r and v receiving), lowk spit roasting, arguing, public indecency, pet names, manhandling, nastiness, spitting, kind of exhibitionism, bushes, sweatiness and filth, dirty talk, hair pulling, cum play, kind of little mention of breath play? actually sweet ending!

the post match rush of adrenaline was one of the best feelings in the entire fucking world for ellie and vi.

infctedly

vi shows ellie how to fuck you properly !

cw — mdni, reader is ellie's gf, vi is kinda mean, strap usage, brief spanking, hair-pulling, squirting, nerd!cuck!ellie...? anyone...?

"fuuck, look at her .."

vi laughs, her calloused hands gripping your waist as she continued her merciless pounding into your cunt. there was nothing but the sound of vi's hips colliding with your ass and the obscene squelching of your wetness filling the room as she fucked you deep into the mattress. this was all occurring right in front of your girlfriend, ellie, who had been made to watch the entire thing with her hands tied behind her back.

you were nothing but a moaning, drooling mess. sweat dripped off both of your bodies and your hair was a tangled mess from being constantly manhandled. the embarrassment of getting wrecked in view of ellie had long left your body; too drunk on the dizzying feeling of vi's thick strap hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

"you see this shit? thaat's how you make your girl feel good," vi tosses a glance at ellie, who had been subtly rubbing her thighs together for some form of friction in her dampening pants, "bet you've never gotten her this wet 'nd needy before, huh?"

vi reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back enough so you could properly look at ellie, who was gazing back at you with just as much patheticism.

"c'mon, look at your girlfriend .. let's show her the mess you're gonna make all over my dick, yeah?" vi murmurs against your ear, giving your ass a firm spank with her free hand. you let out a small, pained yelp from the impact as your noisy cunt tightens around the silicone, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

"o-oh god, ngh .. ! ellie, please .. !" you whined, your vision all watery as you tried your best to keep your eyes on her. ellie bit her bottom lip at your needy display, wanting nothing more than to break out of her restraints so she could touch you too.

"tsk, i'm the one fucking you dumb and you've got the nerve to moan her name?" vi scoffs, her thrusts somehow getting rougher. her hand comes down to rub tight circles around your aching clit, which spurs on louder moans from your throat. "go on .. look at ellie in the eyes as you cum. let her know who's making you feel this good."

you fall over the edge not long after — your cunt spasming around the strap as you squirted all over the bedsheets and vi's thighs. exhaustion immediately took over as your twitchy body melted into the sheets, too weak to hold yourself up anymore.

"h-holy shit ..." ellie murmurs in awe, watching with labored breaths as your body trembled from the intensity of your orgasm.

vi slowly pulls out of you, the base of her fake shaft covered in a ring of cream. she takes a moment to catch her breath before sitting back and leaning against the headboard, pulling your worn-out body against hers. with your back now pressed against her chest, she reaches for your thighs and spreads them apart, giving ellie the perfect view of your spent cunt that still leaked with your juices.

"get over here, ellie. gotta teach you how to eat your girl out properly, too."

shivvyscat

Shut Up and Drive

summary: when you wake up and find your girlfriend fingers deep into a car hood and not you it doesn’t sit right with you.

warnings: a little smut? mentions of sex

• • • •

The first day of your weekend alone with Cassie had gone according to your dreams.

You woke up first, and as soon as the warm, soft body beside you registered, you leaned over to wake her up in your (second) favourite way.

Tiny kisses made its way to her cheeks first, until he nose gave that little wiggle that made you bury your head in the pillow to grin as if you could get caught committing the crime of being overly smitten.

Then, you made your way to her nose with tiny mwahs. “What’re you, a puppy?” She murmurs, eyes still closed.

“Yup.” You nose at her jaw, sighing softly. “Are you awake?” Your hand makes it way into the sheets to stroke her bare tummy. “Hm?”

She hums, you put one thigh over her and sit on her hips which finally makes her open her eyes and her hands settle on the legs on each side of her. “Answer me. Can’t touch you if you’re asleep.” You tease softly, she looks you up and down and sits up with you.

“You can figure it out, big girl.” She murmurs, voice rough from just waking up and it makes your stomach swoosh as she places hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck. “Good morning, my baby.” That makes you sigh and cling your arms to her head.

After another steamy hour in bed and an even steamier shower, she gets dressed and goes out to start breakfast while you stand in front of the mirror massaging the spots on your skin you were sure would bruise.

When you come out, she is swaying softly to music while brewing coffee, a habit instilled by you since the beginning of your relationship. You come up and put your arms around her waist, lips kissing between her head and shoulder. “Hi. You’re sexy. Sexy Cassie.”

Cassie chuckles, reaches back to tap your thigh. “Yeah? Am I sexy because I made you come three times this morning or because I’m about to feed you? Hm?” You bite her neck in playful admonishment.

“I’m not telling you.” You mumble, reaching around her to queue up a song on her phone. “Smells like heaven.”

“That new espresso we got yesterday and breakfast-lunch sandwiches.” You kiss her cheek.

“Fucking love you.” You cling to her until your songs starts playing, and then start making air guitar movements to “Cassie (Won’t You Be My Doll)”.

“Nice moves.” She rolls her eyes, but the smile she’s fighting is very obvious. She’d probably heard that song 700 times since you started dating.

You pull her to dance, she laughs between kisses and twirls. “Okay, okay, lover girl. I won’t complain about your song anymore.” You grin and hop to sit on the counter.

“Yup. My song. I wrote for you when you appeared to me in a dream.” You kick out softly, snacking on some grapes she’d left out for you.

“Oh yeah? I knew it.” She walks up to you with the plates and taps your thigh after putting them down. You hop down and sit on a stool. “Can’t believe you made these.” You take a bite of the “breakfast-lunch” sandwich you two usually ate when getting up late.

“Knew you’d be voracious.” She teases. “You think it’ll still taste good on Monday? For Harrison.” She sips her coffee, gesturing to the third sandwich inside a container.

“Probably. Or you can make some together after work.”

Cassie looks at you, in that “I’m being nonchalant and conversational” expression over the rim of her “Sexiest Doctor of The Century” mug you got her a couple months back. “You could be here with us. On Monday, I mean.”

You chew slowly as you look at her. “Yeah? I thought I was gonna leave Sunday night. Y’know… my plants and all.”

“You can bring your plants. Your everything, actually.” You poke her leg softly.

“Baby, can we talk about this when my brain hasn’t been fried by you?”

She grins, poking you back. “Okay. Tomorrow, then. Will it fry your brain if I wake you up between your legs, though?” Cassie wriggles her brows, playfully.

“I hate you. It will. But you can.”

Well, that set expectations for Sunday incredibly high, to the point where you’d been excited to fall asleep just so you could wake up with a little gift from your girlfriend.

Which is why, on Sunday morning, as soon as you gained consciousness and tapped the cold mattress beside you, your stomach dropped and irritation immediately appeared between your eyebrows. You sat up and sulked for a good ten minutes before doing your morning routine.

When you come out, the house is empty, you scratch your head and walk outside to the garage. There she is. In a black tank and grey sweatpants, hair down despite the burning sun and looking absolutely delicious. Her hands were inside the hood of the car. Your pout disappears for a second because, well, she’s hot as hell. But you make the conscious effort to put it back on.

“G’morning to you too.” You grumble, arms crossed, holding together your light blue satin robe. She looks up, smiles, dusting her hands.

“Hi, my baby.” She grabs a rag to clean her hands.

“Hello. Care to tell me why I woke up by myself and with you knuckles deep into the car and not me?” You cover your eyes from the sun, walking up to lean against the tool table.

Cassie raises her brows, lips turning up just a bit. “Oh? Did I offend you? Hm?” She stands between your legs, hands leaving a little grease on the robe as she feels you up.

“Yes, actually. You promised to wake me up nicely.” You cross your arms as she kisses your face.

“Yeah? I promised? More like mentioned in passing, no?”

“Cassie….” You whine. “I’m serious. It sucks waking up alone. I wanna soak up every minute.” Your lover softens, holds the side of your neck.

“I’m sorry. You were sleeping like a princess and I remembered I have to fix her today before picking up Harrison.” You uncross your arms, leaning into her kisses.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Starter’s got beef with me, I think. Turns over once and then dies. I can fix it, though.” She turns to looks at the open hood, hand still on your waist.

“Can I help?”

“You want to?” She tilts her head, smiling softly.

“Yeah. It’s like… bonding, or something, right?” Cassie chuckles.

“Alright, baby girl. C’mere.” You both walk to the car, she starts explaining stuff to you but you’re not really paying attention, more interested on her arms and sweaty skin. “….So we tighten this slowly, that way it doesn’t snap back.”

“Uh huh.” Blah Blah Blah, proper name stuff….

“Yeah?” Cassie smirks, taking her hands to your waist again.

“Yeah. Sure. Tots.” You’re starting to flush. You keep your cool when she closes the hood, pressing you against the front of the car. “Is this proper mechanical etiquette?” You try to joke, but you bite your lip and she knows.

“Oh yes.” She nuzzles your nose, lips just brushing, then kisses you. Deep and slow and full of apologies and promise. Her hand snakes up your leg, lifting the robe up to your hip. “You were really expecting to wake up with my tongue, hm? My poor baby.” She strokes your bare hipbone with her thumb, lifts you to sit on the hood.

“You gonna do something about that?” You pant out, opening your legs on each side of hers. She pulls your forward, the hood is a little hot under you when the fabric gets out of the way.

“I think you should be nice. Are you gonna be?” She kisses you more, then starts leaning down until she’s on her knees. Kisses start being placed on your knee.

“Shit. Yeah. Yeah, baby.” Your hand grabs the top of her head, trying to guide her down.

After, you blush when you see the imprint of, well, all of you on the hood. She says something about getting it painted on and you give her the finger before going back inside.

So much for bonding.

dut1fuldyk3

abby who pavlov’s you with somno so every time you get sleepy your cunt is leaking and you can’t fall asleep without her thick fingers stuffing you…

cw: CONSENSUAL somno but technically still dubcon i guess, fingering (r receiving), strap (r receiving), fem reader

cis men and minors dni!!

wc: 1.8k divider @strangergraphics

You and Abby both get nightmares; it’s one of the many things you share in common. It comes with the territory of living in a post-apocalyptic world. The things you’ve seen, the things you’ve done to live another day.

Unlike Abby, you are unable to fall back asleep after you wake up. Heart hammering in your chest, a sheen of sweat covering your body. You can’t close your eyes again without falling right back into it.

So, as the thoughtful girlfriend Abby is, she’ll make you cum on her mouth and fingers until you pass out to pacify you. On the really bad nights, she’ll fuck you with her strap for hours to the point where you both pass out due to exhaustion. Not like she’s complaining, though. She would live in your cunt if she could.

You are Abby’s only true home, your body being an extension. You have given Abby direct consent to use your body if she needs to while you’re asleep. She’ll slide under the covers to between your thighs, mouthing at your warm pussy to her heart's content. You are always so wet for her.

You’ll find her the next morning, head on your thighs and drooling. You smile to yourself, running your hands through her hair, heat coiling in your tummy at the thought of her using you in this way.

Fast forward to yet another night. Abby had a long day of patrols and training. She held your plush body in her arms and fell asleep quickly. You, on the other hand, were wide awake. You had a decent day, ate three meals, and drank enough water. But couldn’t for the life of you fall asleep. You stared at Abby’s pretty face and listened to her breathing before finally feeling even the slightest bit sleepy.

Suddenly, you felt a tingle in your lower belly as slick gushed out gently from your pussy. You sighed, annoyed. You didn’t want to wake Abby for this.

You rolled over from her, shame filling you. As you slid your hand down to the hem of your undies, cupping yourself. With a whimper, your fingers slid into your damp cotton panties. You ran gently through your sticky folds before rubbing slow circles on your clit. You whimpered in relief. After working yourself up for a bit, you slid one finger into your pulsing pussy before sliding in another. You picked up the pace, rocking your hips against your hand, hiding your face in your pillow to drown out your whimpers.

You slipped in another finger, but it was no use. They weren’t thick enough, didn’t stretch you out the way Abby’s did. They weren’t long enough either, unable to bully that sweet spot deep inside you like Abby was. It just wasn’t enough. You whined in defeat. There was no way you were gonna make yourself cum, and no way you were going to fall asleep with your sticky pussy. You had no other choice.

You rolled over to look at Abby again. She had shifted on her back, lips open slightly, hair loose on the pillow. She looked like an angel. Your clit pulsed just looking at her like this. You were pathetic.

You whispered her name, with no response. You ran a hand through her hair before touching her shoulder. “Abby,” you tried again. She hummed, eyes still closed and half asleep.

"Baby," you whine quietly. She peeked one eye open at you, “Are you okay?” she groaned, voice thick with sleep. Your cunt pulsed again. You were disgusting.

“Yeah, I just can’t sleep,” you whispered sheepishly.

“Poor baby,” she sat up slightly to caress your face, “did you have another nightmare?” she mumbled.

“…no,” you said shyly.

Abby was more alert now. “What’s wrong?” she asked fretfully. You were going to hell.

"I just..." you smushed your face into her chest.

“I’m too horny to sleep, and I tried taking care of myself, but I can’t!!” you said pitifully. words muffled by her cotton tank top.

She instinctively ran her hands through your hair, soothing you.

“I can’t hear you, angel", she said through a smile, hearing you just fine.

You whimpered, looking up at her, pouting, “I can’t sleep, I’m too worked up.”

“Aww, what’s gotten you so worked up, princess?” She teased, voice still groggy.

"You," you whine in frustration.

She laughed at you, “but I wasn’t doing anything, baby.” Abby loves to make you say you need her.

“Please abs I need it,” you whine hopelessly.

She tilts your head up, kissing you slowly and messily, taking her time with you, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue. You moan into her as she leaves sloppy kisses down the column of your throat.

“You need me that bad, baby hmm?” she drawls between kisses.

“Yes, please please” you chant into her hair.

Her calloused hands moved down to your soft tummy, pinching the skin there. She goes down further, cupping your leaky pussy in your ruined underwear.

"Need me here?" she smirks, kissing you again.

"Mhm!" you moan into her mouth.

Abby slides your panties to the side, gliding her fingers up your slit. Moaning as she plays with your wetness.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so wet for me," she groans. You can only moan in response.

“You got her nice and ready, huh?” she says, continuing to swipe through your folds, teasing your hole.

“Please i-in” you whimper.

“Such a needy girl”, she smirks.

Abby shoves two of her thick fingers into you. Your eyes roll back, your mouth drops wide open, moaning like a porn star. You grip onto her broad shoulders for support. She groans at feeling your tight, silky walls grip her, deeply curling them to reach that devastating spot inside you.

“Eyes on me, baby,” she pulls your chin up to look at her, face only inches away. You're both breathing loudly into each other's mouths as she watches you take her.

“My pretty girl,” Abby coos, “that feels good, huh?” She picks up the pace as your whimpers get higher, legs trembling around her hand. fingernails digging into her freckled shoulders. She spits into your open mouth, licking your bottom lip as you swallow her.

“ah im gonna c-cum” you whimper.

“That’s it, baby cmon make a mess on my fingers,” she breathes.

You do as you're told, a loud moan ripping through the air as you arch your back. She takes her sticky fingers out of your hole, slowly bringing them up to her mouth and sucking them. She groans, eyes rolling into the back of her head, “so sweet baby,” she moans.

You whimper, eyes wide and glassy as you watch her. “Wanna taste?” she asks. You nod. Abby reaches down again to swipe your cum onto her fingers before putting them in your mouth. You run your tongue along them, tasting yourself before sucking softly.

"Good girl," she coos, curling her fingers making you gag slightly.

“You tired enough to sleep?” she asks with a knowing smile. You shake your head no sheepishly.

She smirks cockily at you, “You want my cock, baby?” she asks sumgly.

You whimper and nod your head. She takes her fingers out of your mouth.

“Nuh uh", she tsks, "You gotta ask me like a good slut.”

“Please, abs, please, I need your cock”, you whine.

She chuckles before kissing you again, “good girl,” she murmurs in your mouth.

She gets up to get her harness and strap as you take the rest of your clothing off. Moving the covers and positioning yourself on the bed on your hands and knees, arching deeply as your ass and pussy are on display for her. You brush your cheek against the soft sheets as the cool night air hits your weeping pussy, sending chills down your spine. Abby fastens the straps on quickly, placing the thick silicone cock in the ring, walking over to where you were ready for her on her bed.

Her pussy gushes out slick seeing you like this. She presses her palm flat against your back, smoothing down your spine. You jump lightly at the contact, she presses her hips flush to your ass, bending forward to kiss up your back.

Lightly fisting your hair, kissing your neck, she whispers, “Such a good girl for me, sweetheart.” You whimper, pressing your ass harder against her, feeling her hard cock brush against you gently.

“You ready for me, baby?” she mumbles into your hair.

"Mmm yes," you whine.

She slides in slowly, no need for lube when you’re this soaked. You grip the bedsheets together, feeling her stretch and fill you. She gives you a moment to adjust before pulling out to the hilt and pushing back in, hips picking up speed. Moaning into your neck as if she can feel your walls tightening around her, she swears she can.

“Fuck baby, you're squeezing me so tight,” Abby moans. She straightens up, grabbing your hair to make you arch deeper. Your face is pressed further into the sheets, drool staining them. She can hear your muffled cries as her hips pound harder.

You push your hand down to rub at your slippery clit, walls fluttering wildly, "augh gonna come ‘gain" you sob into the sheets.

"Good girl, come on my cock, baby," she grunts. Your pussy clenches and spasms around her as you cum with a loud cry. She grinds into you rougher, harness rubbing against her clit, you tremble in overstimulation as Abby uses your pussy to make herself cum.

“Fuck baby gonna fill you up,” she whines. Abby shudders as her own release takes her. The sound of your heavy breathing fills the room as she rests her front on your back.

You're unsure how much time has passed, Abby still pumping into your sensitive pussy. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve come. lying on your back now, your head resting on the pillow, and legs stretched around her back.

The feeling of her skin on yours and her inside of you, you didn't want it to end, but your body could not stay awake another moment. “I can’t stay awake abs," you whimpered, too tired to even open your eyes.

Abby wasn’t phased, she kissed your lips then your chin, “it’s okay, I got you, baby, you can go to sleep," “not done with this sweet pussy yet.”

You nodded, eyes still closed, "I love you abs," you mumbled sleepily. You felt yourself slip, lulled by Abby’s touch.

She smiled down at you softly, "I love you too, princess."

Abby loved you like this, so sweet and pliant for her. You trusted her so deeply to take care of you. It made her heart and cunt flutter. She watched your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, her pretty girl. Little whimpers leaving your mouth. She groaned softly, careful not to wake you, as she kept grinding into you. She was sensitive at this point, but she couldn’t stop herself. Body tensing and shuddering again as she came.

She sighs contentedly, pushing the hair out of your face. Shifting both your bodies carefully, so as not to disturb you. Abby lay beside you, scooping you into her arms, still staying safely inside you.

lesbiannbat

"Are u okay?"

No, im not okay, I'm a virgin who's mentally a whore and I've got a terrible sexual frustration going on

angels-hideaway

Can you please do Vi and reader are fighting to be dom but ultimately Vi wins and gets really rough and mean with reader for trying to be dom with Vi. (Strap, choking, overstimulation, etc.)

why of course❤️ apologies for the unnecessary wait anon❤️❤️

rough sex, strap on sex, choking, overstimulation, small aftercare in the end

nininehaaa

“Fuck Ellie” this “fuck Abby” that

Why don’t they both just fuck me smh

augreyyy056

OK, I tried my best, but this pose is just too hard to draw.……

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