need her to force my head between her thighs and make me lick at her puffy pussy till my tongue is sore. make me bury my tongue deep in her, pinch my nose shut as she holds me there. my head going all fuzzy from losing air, the feeling adding to the growing dampness between my legs. looking up at her with tears running down my cheeks and that makes her tighten her hold.
her finally letting up as i gasp for air, my face a mess of her juices and my drool. her smacking the side of my face, light but firm. grabbing my face with a hand, smushing my cheeks together to form a little pout as she scolds me for blubbering, drooling, making a mess of her couch. messy girl. im whimpering out my sorries and apologies, voice ragged, begging her to please forgive me and please touch me too, ive been waiting so long..
her wordlessly nudging her leg towards me. my face goes hot with shame at the implication, but she knows how low i can go just to get off. doesnt take much more convincing before im grinding on her heel, watching her rub herself to the frustrated tears building in my eyes from not getting the right angles. how i desperately move my hips, letting out a long moan when i finally feel my clit catch on her heel, sending shockwaves through my body as i try so very hard to maintain that position — needy for release. her “accidentally” moving her leg, making me cry out when i lose the stimulation again.
she’ll let me try again, and again, and again, only to help me stand so she can pull my panties back up. sitting me in her lap and wiping my tears away as more n more keep streaming down my face from almost getting what i wanted. keeping me nestled in her arms with a finger in my mouth till i fall asleep just like that, used and denied <3
Megan thee stallion needs a girlfriend/wife and that’s the only solution. Any man she’s ever been seen with in the public eye has played in her face. A bitch like me would wear a CHASITY BELT for Megan until she got back home to ME
Hi, I don’t know if you accept request if you don’t I’m sorry but if you do, could you write something like this with violet and Abby (separate) and is full of love and they are girlfriends and everything and it’s just like really cute 
took me soooo long 'm sorry u.u i loved this idea for our beloved abby so much!!
abby fluff based on this reel. abby's like a gym a content creator, this is just so sweet i'm so in love with her
“Need her to bench press me,” you read aloud flatly from Abby’s latest reel comments while sitting on the edge of a workout bench. “That’s actually very original. It’s way better than the I wanna lick the sweat off of her skin ones.”
Abby snorts from where she’s adjusting the camera tripod near the pull-up rig. “Sounds like you’re jealous.”
The roll of your eyes only makes her laugh harder. It’s impossible to stay annoyed when she looks like that— an oversized gray tank top cut low at the sides, black athletic shorts, thick arms flexing every time she moves the tripod around.
A thin sheen of sweat still glows on her skin from the workout she’d finished before deciding she wanted to film “something fun for the feed”, as she said. A couple trend.
Well, you had to agree with that one comment. Licking the sweat off of her sounds a little tempting right now.
Abby checks the framing on her phone one last time before holding a hand out toward you. “C’mon, we gotta film this before I lose my pump.”
“Oh God, you sound just like a gym bro,” you mutter, setting your phone aside before sliding off the bench.
“Shut up,” Abby grins unapologetically.
She catches your wrist when you step closer, tugging you easily into her space. Her hands settle automatically at your waist, warm and steady, while you look up at her with suspicion.
“How did you even learn about this trend?”
“People kept tagging me in a bunch of different reels,” she shrugs.
Her thumbs brush absentmindedly against your hips as she positions you in front of her. Behind you, the phone is already recording, angled perfectly toward you two.
“Okay,” she taps your hips once. “Jump a little.”
Your hands find her shoulders instinctively as she guides you upwards first, helping you hook your legs around her waist. She’s steady beneath you, barely shifting from the added weight, chest pressed against yours while she adjusts her grip beneath your thighs.
“You good?”
“It’s nice,” you bite down a smile, heart hammering against your chest.
Up close like this, you can see the faint flush across her skin, blonde braid slightly messy now, eyes sparkling with joy. Yeah, her followers definitely had a point— she is gorgeous.
“Ready?” Abby asks quietly, and you nod in response.
One arm leaves your waist first, then the other, both hands reaching up toward the pull-up bar overhead. The second Abby’s body weight shifts fully into the hang, your grip around her tightens.
“Holy shit!”
Abby bursts out laughing. Her arms flex as she steadies both of you with terrifying ease, your body practically glued against hers while she hangs from the bar like this is nothing more than a warm up set.
“Hold on tight, spider monkey.”
“Who are you? Edward Cullen?” you let out a nervous chuckle. “Don’t drop me, I don’t wanna die!”
“You’re so dramatic.”
“You’re suspended in the air!”
Barely two feet off the ground, but still.
Abby’s forehead drops briefly against yours while she laughs again. The initial panic fades quickly, replaced by an overpowering peace as you realize she’s not straining at all. One of her hands even leaves the bar for a second just to squeeze your thigh reassuringly before grabbing it again.
“You’re a show-off,” you mumble, tightening your arms around her neck.
“But you love me.”
The way she says it makes your stomach flip a little, because she sounds pleased by it. Not cocky this time, just quietly fond.
Your face warms instantly. “Don’t make it emotional while I’m fighting for my life.”
Abby grins. “You’re doing great, baby.”
“You say that like you’re not the one doing all the work.”
Her laugh comes softer this time, forehead still pressed lightly against yours while she hangs there effortlessly, holding both your weight and hers like it’s nothing.
There’s something unfairly tender about the way she’s staring at you right now. No teasing, no smug grin, just blue eyes and flushed cheeks and this stupidly lovesick expression she only ever gets when she’s with you.
It hits you all at once. The thousands of followers, the thirst comments, the gym girls constantly tagging her in edits and compilations and “women in male fields” videos. None of them get this version of Abby, the one looking at you as if you hung the moon.
Your chest aches a little with it.
“Hey,” you mumble, trying to sound less affected than you are, “I love you.”
Her expression melts instantly.
“Oh, baby,” she chuckles, genuinely caught off guard. “I love you, too. And you’re so freaking cute.”
You groan quietly, hiding your face against her shoulder while Abby laughs again. Your heart stumbles over itself while Abby looks at you with a wide, loving grin on her lips.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline, or the warmth of her body pressed against yours, or the fact she’s holding you so carefully despite how easy this is for her—
But you lean forward without thinking and kiss her. Soft and quick enough to make Abby go completely still for half a second. Then, she kisses you back immediately, smiling into it so hard you can feel it.
When you pull away, Abby’s looking at you with that same stupidly soft expression again.
“Yeah,” she murmurs. “Definitely posting this.”
“You’re blushing!”
Abby chuckles before finally dropping back down to the floor with ease, hands settling automatically at your waist to steady you once your feet touch the ground again.
She posts the reel later in the day, and the comments are immediate.
abbysn1fan: oh so they’re in LOVE love this is so cute 😭
benchpressbarbie: i came for gym content why am I crying??
absandsgirlies: abby anderson nation we lost her fr 😔✊✊
abbysdumbbell: both the hottest and cutest thing I’ve ever seen ❤️🔥
