ik ur taking a break from requests so i don’t want you to rush into making this :)
i was thinking about abby or ellie x fem!reader and reader mentions like 69ing or just wanting to try it and they are completely fine with trying something new. reader is on the top ofc 😩!
i love love love loveeeee your writing style btw!
ty, you’re so sweet, hope it’s up to your expectations and that you like it! 🩵
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abby anderson x fem reader!
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, making out, dom! abby x sub! reader, teasing, praising, praise kink, fingering (r and abby receiving), tit and nipple sucking (abby receiving), cursing, oral sex (r and abby receiving), hair pulling, face riding (r and abby), face sitting (r and abby), spanking, cum eating, so much dirty talking…
“hey abs.” you called for your girlfriend, who was sitting next to you in bed as you binged on a new netflix series. her hand was on your thigh, her thumb rubbing circles on your skin, and your mind had been a long time gone from the screen as recent thoughts plagued your head. you’d been wanting to try something new in bed, but you were too shy to ask her. how would she take it? would she be up for it? how should you ask? go all in? hint? fuck.
“what’s up baby?” she inquired, giving you her full attention. your cheeks burned. she looked so fucking hot with her hair down, a pair of boxers and a tank top that let her nipples show. you wanted to latch to them and suck.
she noticed your sudden shyness, and got closer as you looked away, with her free hand cupping your cheek to make you look back at her. “nuh-uh, don’t shy away from me. speak up doll. what’s on that pretty mind of yours, hm?” your whole skin felt on fire under her touch.
“i want to try something.” you said, and she smiled.
“what is it that you want to try, huh? whatever my girl wants.” she pecked your lips, and you sighed.
“i want to eat you out.” her eyes widened slightly.
“oh yeah?” you nodded. “but baby, we’ve done that before.” your whole face flushed.
“i want you to do it too. like…” you were getting frustrated. just say it. “the 69 position.” you somehow muttered, and abby’s smile grew. she cupped your other cheek, now fully holding your face in between her warm and big hands before she pulled from you to kiss you.
“you’re so cute.” she whispered against your lips and your whole body seemed to burn. “of course we can try it baby. whatever you want we’ll do.” you smiled, giving her a peck that slowly turned into two, and then into three, and then her tongue was in your mouth. you moaned, feeling her hands trail down from your face to your hips.
you whined her name, what made her chuckle.
“so eager…” she pulled from your top, leaving you on your bra and shorts, her hands cupping your chest to massage your tits, making your back arch at her touch in need for more. “wanna sit on my face baby? wanna sit on my face while you make me feel good?” you nodded, and she groaned. “need to take this off first, then.” she smirked as her hands grabbed at your shorts, and you got on your knees for her so she could pull them down your thighs along with your underwear as you unclipped your bra. you were already soaked. her eyes met the wet spot on the cotton, biting down on her lip to stifle a moan. “fuck angel. all this for me?” she inquired, her hand cupping your cunt as her fingers spread your lips, strings of your slick thinning in between them and sticking to her fingers. “so fucking wet…” you whined, nodding. “atta girl.”
“abby…” you cried out, pulling from her shirt. why was she still dressed?
“patience, baby.” she smirked, taking off her top for you. your eyes shone at the sight of her perfect tits and perked nipples. “wanna suck on them?” you nodded, making her moan when you quickly put your lips on her, kissing and sucking at her nipples, your tongue flicking them and making one of her hands bury on your hair. “oh fuck, princess. that’s it. just like that.” the sight was heavenly. you with your hair a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes closed and tongue sticking out as you sucked on her tits.
you pushed one of your hands inside her boxers. abby let out a breathy moan as your fingers trailed down from her mound, fingertips making their way in between her blonde hair to her glistening folds and puffy clit. “baby…” she hissed, pulling from your hair and making you whimper against her chest as you started to circle her clit in soft little circles. she was panting by the time you pushed a finger inside, her warm tight cunt surrounding your finger and sucking it in as you fucked it in and out of her, hearing the wet squelches her pussy made fill the room. you pulled down her boxers the best you could, your lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses down her chest to her stomach and all the way down to her cunt. she let out this beautiful low moan that made you whimper against her, your tongue lapping at her arousal and sucking on her clit as she tugged on your hair. “oh fuck. get up here.” she ordered, and you let go of her clit with a pop, lips shining with her arousal. she pulled from you, hands on your hips as she laid on her back for you, guiding you so you could straddle her chest giving her your back. her legs bent up for you to have a better access to her soaking pussy as her hungry eyes stared at yours, thighs glistening with slick and entrance twitching in need to have something fill it up. she was drooling. you knew how she wanted you, so you moved backwards until your pussy was hovering over her face, her warm hands on your ass. you let her pull you down onto her tongue, making you moan as she lapped at your slick, humming at the taste.
your sat on her face, her hands squeezing your ass as you rocked yourself on her tongue. “fuck, abby.” you moaned, and she spanked you.
“come on doll, don’t keep me waiting.” she groaned, feeling her pussy throb with need. you nodded. leaning down to latch your mouth onto her, hearing her moan. “good girl…” she praised you. “just like that baby. good fucking girl.” you sat on her face, back upright as you started to finger her, spitting on her pussy as you harshly pumped your fingers in and out of her and teased her clit.
“oh my god. that’s fucking good.” she gasped, moaning, and you whimpered as she ate you out. “don’t you fucking stop. don’t stop.”
you moaned, your hips bucking against her tongue as she lapped at you. you two were a mess of whimpers, grunts and moans, getting lost on the taste of each other. abby’s hips were bucking against your face and tongue as you grinded down on hers.
“hu-huh.” abby hummed as she fucked her hips against your mouth. “just like that. atta girl.” you pushed your fingers in, hearing her groan. if you weren’t so turned on, you’d be embarrassed of how fucking needy you sounded.
a scream ripped your throat as her fingers plunged into your cunt.
it was all too much. you cried out as her tongue fucked into you, stretching you to your limits, your cheek against her mound as you circled her clit. she spanked you again. “come on princess.” abby groaned.
“i can’t…” you sobbed. “gonna cum…”
she grunted. “not until you use that pretty mouth of yours to make me feel good, baby.” you whimpered before going back to her pussy, sucking on her clit with need, moans spilling from your mouth against her cunt, what made abby moan as well. you two were so close. your arms surrounded her thighs as you fucked into her with your tongue. “yes baby, like that, oh fuck.” you whined.
“i can’t, abby please…”
“yes you fucking can.” you could feel it. you were about to gush all over her face. she sucked on your clit, and you moaned. you ate her out as moans ripped your throat, your hips uncontrollably bucking against her face. you were so wet three or her fingers were pushing inside.
“oh yes, oh fuck, abby!”
“you gonna cum, baby? wanna cum?” you nodded, sucking at her clit. you looked completely fucked out.
“yes, yes, yes…”
“yeah, fucking come for me.” her hand was so fast fucking in and out of you it was dizzying. her whole palm and chin was drenched on your juices.
you screamed when it finally hit you, cumming all over her face. abby groaned, lapping at your juices as she helped you ride it out. when you finished, you were panting, eyes dizzy and glassed over. you’d never came so hard.
she let go of your hips, and you fell onto the bed, breathing heavily.
abby surrounded your neck with one of her hands, kissing you. you could taste yourself sweet and heavy on her tongue as she squeezed, making you let out a sweet moan.
you looked into her eyes, opening your mouth to beg. you needed her to cum on your face.
“can you sit on my face?” she smiled.
“you want me to sit on your face, princess? gonna let me use your face to cum?” you nodded, your hands on her thighs as she started straddling your chest.
you latched onto her pussy as soon as she was hovering over you, her hand finding your hair with a groan. “oh fuck.” you hummed, closing your eyes as she started to thrust against your tongue. she was panting, moans breathy as she fucked your face. “ah, hmm…” she pulled away, opening your mouth with her thumb. “such a pretty mouth. can’t wait to cum on it…” you gagged when she pushed two of them down your throat. you suckled on them, looking straight into her eyes, and she hissed. “what a slut.” she softly slapped you before tugging from your hair back against her cunt. you were a humming and moaning mess, all high pitched and needy for her cunt. “want my cum, princess?” you nodded, sucking on her clit. “oh yeah? fuck.” she was close you could feel it as her hips and thrusts staggered. “then take it.” she groaned, thrusting one, two, three more times before her high washed over her, making her grunt as her cum coated your lips and filled your mouth. you moaned, lapping at it, slurping at her juices as her hips continued rocking against your face to ride it down. once she was done, she pulled away, letting you breath and taking in your messy appearance. “so fucking pretty…”
yeah. maybe you’d be less scared to speak up your mind from now on…
I loved your double trouble fic, could you make another ellie x reader x Abby? No specific plot, go crazy w it <33
━ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader x Abby Anderson
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, SMUT, porn w/ no plot bro, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), kissing, make outs, descriptions of c*m, oral ( r! receiving ), slight degradation, dom/sub mechanics, slightly mean ellie and abby, dom!ellie, dom!abby, sub!reader
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ooo bae I'm sorry this took so long but it was def fun to write!!! the title is based on the brittanny spears song "3" because for some reason threesomes always make me think of that song that I should not have been singing at such a young age LMFAO. I'm glad you liked double trouble, ily!!
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"Don't stop, please Abby–"
The room was dark besides the sun peeking in from the window, setting below a horizon none of you cared to see.
Instead all you could focus on was the girl between your legs.
Her fingers making an obnoxious sound as she fucked into you, kissing your knee before leaning back down to return to her assault on your clit and then tease the outside of your hole where her fingers were currently occupying.
Abby's palms pressed hard against the fat of your thighs keeping them almost impossibly far spread. Fingers keeping you so full and going so fast that it made your mind melt and mouth run dry as you struggled to catch your breath.
But you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried, clawing at her, leaving fresh marks on her skin for her to admire and tease you for later.
Your chest heaved heavily, your head absentmindedly turning to the face the other girl that leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed. Watching your body move and squirm with a smirk on her face.
"Ellie.. Ellie c'mere– please, please–"
It was pathetically adorable, she thought as she pushed herself from the wooden frame and took the few short steps towards your outstretched arm.
"Shit." Ellie whispered to herself but no longer was she looking at your face and was instead admiring the way your hips bucked up into Abby's mouth. The blonde not hesitating to slam you back down into the mattress with her free hand and getting you to whimper.
"Oh– m–m'gonna cum–mm–" You cried, Ellie's stare moving up your body that had been covered in your own perspiration. Shuddering and tensing all while holding back just for her.
Abby hadn't slowed nor stopped even in light of your efforts, fucking her hand knuckle deep into your cunt while her warm tongue circled your clit. Her eyes scanning your face as you gasped and choked at the feeling of the tips of her fingers running along your most sensitive spots.
"Gotta ask Abby nicely.." Ellie finally spoke as she kneeled onto the mattress beside your head, letting you grab out to her and squeeze as hard as you wanted in a desperate attempt to release some of the tension that had spread its way through your body.
"Please Abby– plea–" You continued on, babbling incoherent asks of your girlfriend which made her smile.
"You gonna be good? Can't give a brat a reward baby, y'know that."
You nodded quickly, still clutching onto Ellie.
"I'll be good, I promise– please.." Your voice died out, throat sore and scratchy, pleading eyes moving from the one laying down to the one hovering above you.
"I promise–"
"Up to you." Ellie tilted her head and shrugged at Abby, getting off the bed and disappearing towards the toy she'd been using earlier.
Barely a second passed that her words had left her lips that Abby began to fuck you with her tongue, thumb pressing down on your clit.
"Go on pretty girl.." Abby teased, continuing to play with your hole with her warm muscle. "You earned it."
You came against her mouth, legs shaking and mind becoming as heavy as a ball of cotton. Your screams and sobs like music to their ears as Abby fucked you through your orgasm.
Head digging back into the pillows, your entire body arching in a bad attempt at getting away from the overwhelming pleasure. It all became too much too quickly.
Your loud mouth, as Ellie called it, only becoming quieter when Abby pulled hers from your cunt.
She kept you on edge though, not wanting you to lose the feeling and instead slowly moving her fingers in and out of your pussy.
Just then, after a moment, she had sat up to look over at Ellie, letting out a puff of air while listening to you try your hardest to catch your breath.
The only thing you could feel though, in your dazed state, was her leaning on your knee and playing with you like you were just a toy for her. In and out, then she'd run her fingertip around your hole and circle your clit, all to keep you waiting.
You'd learned your lesson in complaining though.
"You ready?" Ellie rolled her eyes at the sound of the question.
"Is she?"
Abby wiped her mouth with her knuckle, glancing at your wet cheeks and then your watery, half lidded eyes. Chest moving up and down much slower now, glistening in the orange evening glow.
It reminded her of a painting.
"You ready for Ellie to fuck you?" She moved up, leaning down to you in order to give you a kiss. The interaction making you forget the fact that it wasn't over just yet.
"Huh babe?" She asked as she pulled back, holding your cheek in her palm. You nodded at her, leaning into her touch as you did so.
"Roll over for her then."
You did, whining at the feeling of being empty and sore but you continued moving to get onto your stomach without much of a fuss, Abby's hands gripping your hips to lift your ass up.
"Fuck." Ellie muttered as her eyes raked over your fucked out form. Doing so as she came over to kneel behind you, her strap bumping your thigh.
"Look at that pretty pussy, you're all wet for me." The fat tip pressed against you making you shove your face into the pillow that you'd gathered in your arms. "All ready to be full."
She watched in awe as you sucked her in, pushing the silicone cock into your cunt with ease at how horny you still were. Quickly bottoming out and grinning at how your ass looked pressed against the plastic harness.
Abby watched just the same, only from her spot against the headboard where she got to admire how your whole body jerked forward with each of Ellie's thrusts.
Going from slow to quick before your mind had a second to catch up with the rest of you. Squeezing your eyes shut while her movements got deeper and faster while you could only gasp and choke on your own air.
It was their favorite sight. Tits bouncing, skin slapping, the sweat forming on your forehead reminding both of them how long you three had been at this. The room hot and stuffy, thick with the smell of sex.
Your cries and moans were swept away soon after when Ellie grabbed your neck and then your face, squishing your cheeks.
"Look at Abby, look at Abby baby." You met the blondes eyes, her expression blank but her eyes told another story. "What do you say to her for letting you cum?"
"Than–thank you Abby.." You dragged her name out, seeing a smile appear on her lips. "That's a good girl."
"You're taking Ellie so well baby." Abby then said, wiping away your tear stains from your cheeks, caressing your face in her palm. "Yeah? You like when she fucks you like this?"
You nodded exasperated, sniffling in but it was almost inaudible by the loud sounds of skin on skin bouncing off the walls. Filling the room to the brim making it the only thing you could really hear.
"Fuck, you're doing good." Ellie stared down at the fake cock disappearing in and out of you, a white ring forming around the base where your ass met her pelvis. Smearing up and down as you bounced on her.
The silicone bumping into your clit again and again bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.
Abby's hand then grabbed your ass cheek making you turn to look back to see what they were doing. Barely able to though from how shaky your arms were, and how hard Ellie kept you pressed into the pillows
She was watching how Ellie's strap was being swallowed up by you, both girls smiling to themselves at the sight. Cum soaking your thighs and coating the fake cock.
"You're doing so good babe," "Fuck yeah she is." Abby's fingers then slipped underneath your body, toying with your clit. "She's taking it like a pro, right baby?" Ellie added, her hair sticking to her face.
You muttered an incoherent string of words that neither of them could understand, gripping the sheets until your knuckles went sore and your eyes rolled back
"What was that?" Abby asked, taking her hand away and moving to look at you again, lifting your head from the pillow with her hand.
"Think she's had enough?" Ellie mocked, Abby giving her a look. "Leave her alone, she's been good." But her voice lacked the sincerity that Ellie's lacked as well, but your mind was too far gone to realize it.
"Can–can I cu–cum now please. I'll b–e good, I promise, I promise.." You said it again and again, Abby only staring at your fucked out face and pleading eyes with no readable expression.
"Ellie?" The blonde raised her eyebrow, dropping your head.
"Go ahead pretty girl, but what do you say?"
"Thank you– oh– thank you, thank you–" You said it over and over like a mantra as you came, cum dripping from your cunt and onto the bed while your legs officially gave out.
But Ellie kept you up, shoving you back against the dick while staring forward at your face in Abby's grip. Feeding off of each reaction you had while trying to form sentences that only came out as noises.
Her green eyes then focused on the way you clenched around the toy and cried as you did so. Your entire form finally dropping when she let you go.
It was quiet for a moment, Abby pushing away your baby hairs while kissing your sweaty forehead. Comforting you and quieting your whimpers when Ellie slowly pulled the strap from your abused hole.
"You took that so well babe." Abby spoke as her thumb rubbed comforting circles on your cheek. "Of course she did, she's our good girl." Ellie's head appeared beside yours, her lips lightly kissing your forehead.
"Ain't that right?"
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Im thinking abt cat reader and graves shadows.. she’s in heat and is alllll over the shadows grinding on them for friction,,graves would get sooo jealousss :(( and the shadows makeing fun of her taking the most humiliating pics and videos ughh brainrottt
tw; dumbification (?) - idk if i'm supposed to tag that as a tw!!;
graves's was away with the task force for one mission, one. he thought he could trust his men, but after finding you all wet sticky and dumb, he began thinking otherwise.
they all grinded their hard bulges against your bare wet cunny, mumbling out a whimper as they teased you. to say they were being mean was an understatement; taking humilating photos of you, your sticky pussy oozing out thick seed, another soldier pushing himself into you after the other one was finished. they practically used you like a toy, but you couldn't help but cum all over them because they felt so good !! desperate for more.
and to graves's suprise, he was met with multiple videos of the group chat sending him videos of you sucking a shadows cock, looking up at him with those same eyes you gave graves. he's infuriated, enraged. when he comes back later to see you all asleep on the couch, cum and slick running down your thighs as they didn't bother to clean you or anything :( multiple shadows cum mixed together inside your precious pussy.
picking you up and letting you sit on his lap while he inspects your body, seeing the bruises on your ass from their balls. or your lips still puffy from sucking their cocks. and the photos are so embarrassing for you to look back on :((( you hiss and whine when they show you what a slut you were, how stupidly fucked-out you became ! you remember being desperate, but god, your face was tearstained with cum in your fur and everything :(
and is it bad to say that you take turns riding them every time graves leaves, just because you're so desperate for a cock inside your cunt, not caring how they'd slap you and treat you like a ragdoll, eager for their cum :((((((
a/n; i want to ride abby whilst she uses her big strong arms to help me fuck her cock and praises me for being her good girl 😭 help
cw; porn w/o plot, riding 🤠, dom! abby x sub! reader, strap on sex (r receiving), praising, praise kink, reader loves abby’s muscles (i can relate), oral sex (abby receiving) no detailed (i can make a detailed oral sex fic for her 🤭), tit play and sucking, manhandling, teasing, use of nicknames instead of y/n... MINORS DNI OR I’LL HUNT U DOWN!!!
“that’s it baby, taking my cock so good… atta girl.” you moaned, your hands on her shoulders for leverage as you bounced on her cock up and down, her strong thighs under your ass.
your eyes were watering at the pleasure. she was reaching so deep. and she sounded so good groaning when her clit would catch with the back of the strap…
she kissed your chest, your neck, licked and sucked on your tits. her hands were on your ass, rubbing you against her when you’d start to get tired of the jumping.
“come on baby, you’re doing so well…” she would encourage you, but you’d be too tired, your legs burning at the effort.
“can’t…” you’d sob, so close to cumming yet unable to reach it.
“poor thing…” she cooed, her fingers leaving her marks on your ass as she started to lift you by herself. you could see her biceps popping with every lift. you moaned when she pushed you down once again, her cock pushing against your g spot and making you see stars.
“abby!”
“that’s it doll. you just sit there all pretty for me and take it, hm? i’ll do all the work for my princess.” you whimpered, your nails digging on her shoulders and making her groan. “you make me crazy. looking so good on top of me. look at those pretty tits bouncing for me.” she couldn’t pull her eyes away from them, her mouth practically watering as she worked you towards your orgasm.
“abby, i’m gonna cum!” you screamed, and she picked up the pace, leaving you breathless. “fuck!”
“gonna cum, baby? gonna cum for me, hm?” you nodded, babbling multiple ‘yes’s as you too found yourself rocking back against her thrusts, making her moan at the sight. “so desperate…” you whimpered. “cum doll, let me see it drip.” she smirked, knowing that a little bit more encouragement was just what you needed to get there. she was right. you came with slack jaw and a deep dragged moan that fucked up your throat. it was too much, your head spinning at its intensity as abby made sure to fuck you through it. “that’s it. give it to me. good fucking girl…” you creamed on her dick, a white ring decorating it on the base as you came down from it. she was rolling your clit to get the most out of it and out of you, kissing your neck and giving soft rubs on your back, humming on your skin as you let out little broken breathy moans.
a/n: something quick n sweet you knowwwww got this random thought and had to write it I couldn’t resist I couldn’t. I also saw that no one done florist! abby(?) so I wanted to be the first to hop on! plus I missed writing for Abs — my baby, so enjoy ♡
warnings: 18+, MDNI, some fluff, gets smuttier halfway in, strap, blowjob (strap), eating you out, mentions of obsessive behaviors, polaroid nudes-ish, fingering, edging, public-sex-ishh, soft dom! Abby, tatted! Abby. Hinted at smoker Abby if you squint, petnames, fingers in mouth, masturbation, use of the word mommy, use of the word pussy, fem reader.
divider creds here
ೀ florist! Abby wears a basic white cropped t-shirt and black dickies under her beige apron. Her apron has a rainbow flag pin, with black pliers in one pocket. Doc Martins on her feet, tied miserably into a bow, it’s a miracle she doesn’t trip around the flower shop. She has a carabiner on her belt loop that jingles every time she walks.
– apart from smelling like the flowers (obvi bc of where she works) smells like heavy pine and fresh soap, like forget the additives – just clean if ykyk
ೀ florist! Abby gets little patchwork tattoos in random places: a dainty lavender tattoo on her wrist, a little crescent moon behind her ear, paw prints on her bicep for her late dog Alice, a ‘gentle artist’ in bolded times new roman font – but dainty on her forearm. Her knuckles are tatted spelling out “FUCK YOU”.
ೀ florist! Abby that has a ‘Save the Bees!’ sticker on the back of her phone case. Super Bee activist.
ೀ florist! Abby who spends all day in the floral shop, playing music from her playlist on the shop’s aux, slightly swaying to the music as she works on a bouquet. She works with such prestige, god her hands work so quickly at building arrangements but the outcome is so beautiful and that’s why she has many customers. She definitely uses any leftover flowers as bookmarks for her books.
ೀ florist! Abby who’s aux will go from Lauryn Hill to Boy Genius to Mac Miller — she gets compliments on her music taste by customers all the time.
ೀ florist! Abby stops working on a bouquet when you walk into the store because of how confused you look. Wanting to save a damsel in distress. Abby moves from her place at the counter walking over to where you stood looking at the different types of flowers, creeping behind you. You smell divine to her, driving her head crazy knowing that your scent alone will be stuck in her head all day. The floral shop is a slow yet steady business, so Abby definitely doesn’t forget a face or a smell. The form-fitting dress you wore that day, the way your hands bunched at the fabric in confusion had her head spinning!
“Beautiful aren’t they?” Abby whispers from behind you,
Actually scares the living shit out of you when you see her standing behind you, but the way the sun was hitting her face from the big window panels made you less nervous. Rather in awe at the beauty in front of you. Her sunkissed skin, and silky blonde mane, were raveled in a delicate braid with wispies around her face. The raspiness from her voice – which honestly sounded like a smoker's voice now that you thought about it.
ೀ florist! Abby who makes small talk with you while making your boquette for you (taking her slow sweet time), asking you where you’re from and what you’re doing in town? Absolutely praying that the flowers aren’t for some significant other of yours, Abby letting out an exhale when you say that they’re for your mom who you are visiting for dinner. When you mention you are unsure of what flowers to get don’t worry Abby will help you!
“So pretty girl, are you more minimalistic, talking Lilies, Gardenia’s, Jasmine – which is over there...or colorful? Which I think your beautiful self enjoys a nice Orchid, Camellia, or Begonia?”
Definitely shocks you with how well she knows her stuff
ೀ florist! Abby zones out when you are speaking and stares at your lips for far too long, looking at the way your pink gloss shines wondering how your pretty lips would look taking her strap. Percase covered in spit, from your saliva that has built up from blowing her off. Abby wanted to do nothing more than take the pretty little fabric ribbon from your hair and tie it around your hands as she went down on you while you beg her to touch you in all the right places – it was all a dream to her. Wet dreaming with you right in front of her.
Undeniably horny and touch deprived…she spends so much time in the floral shop she doesn’t have time for dating apps and finds shit like Tinder CORNY LOL.
Meanwhile, you are trying your hardest not to stare at the way her arms are flexing or how her fingers are paying delicate attention to your bouquet, mentally laughing at the “FUCK YOU” on her knuckles, it contrasted her soft nature so much.
ೀ florist! Abby who slips in a little note into your tote back when you’re not looking, with her number on it, hoping that you would find it and call her soon, Which you do find when you are scrambling for your keys on your way back to the car. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give the overly, steaming attractive florist a call.
ೀ florist! Abby when the two of you start dating, she would teach you how to make a bouquet, standing closely behind you – her body right up against your back as you feel her breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you what to do
“Atta girl, look at that my sweet girl – woah! watch your hand there’s a thorn baby.”
Will definitely put her hands over yours as she works with the knife to make sure there isn’t any thorns so you don’t prick yourself.
ೀ florist! Abby fucking you in the flower shop, when the shop is closed. Having her head in between your thighs, as her jaw slacks – the sound of your juices sloshing against her mouth as she sends hums into your pussy making you let out low mewls. Bringing a hand up to cover your mouth but she slaps it away so that she can see you
“Don’t hide from me baby, I wanna see you…look at how beautiful you look whining for me doll”
ೀ florist! Abby who kept your lace underwear in her pocket after she fucked you in the floral shop keeping it for safe-keeping (pft…we all know what she is doing with that)
ೀ florist! Abby who shows you her small pocket-sized notebook full of different flowers and arrangement ideas she had. Even the sketches of a flower bouquet that she made inspired by you and all your favorite flowers.
ೀ florist! Abby definitely tucks flowers behind your ears, specifically a white or light-pink Carnation. Especially loves putting one behind your ear as she fucks you with her strap, missionary style so she can see your face – just loves your face honestly. Bending down to kiss your lips, her cheeks dusted red with the pressure she applies.
Tucking her head into your neck swiftly smelling the carnation that she put behind your ear driving her even further insane as she drills into you — makes her go faster.
ೀ When she starts teaching you more about flowers, Definitely uses sexual enforcement to get you to remember it. Will have you sat on her counter as she stands in between your legs – locking you in as she lunges two fingers into you, edging you and not letting you cum until you say the right name of the flower that she taught you. But you could hardly focus staring at her inked knuckles as they pump in and out of you which only makes you reach your climax even further.
“You wanna come don’t you my sweet girl? I know you want to…just say the name– awh don’t whine at me…I know you know it dollface, I don’t buy that you don’t.”
Sometimes she’ll give you a hint if the flower starts with one of the letters on her knuckles she will stick the corresponding finger into you, working at getting you just about there as her finger curls into you. Your vision is blurry as you can hardly tell what the letter is, moaning out as you try to focus on the order of the letters on her knuckles to catch the hint.
“C’mon baby I’m giving you a hint…pay attention sweetheart– focus!”
ೀ florist! Abby when you get it wrong and she finally lets you come — is fake-mad at you, shoving the lettered finger down your throat as you gag on her fingers covered in your juices.
“Baby the hinted letter was C, and the other finger was U, flower: Curcuma. You’ll get it right next time right sweetheart? You won’t let mommy down hmm?”
ೀ florist! Abby is definitely a soft dom just saying… soft as hell, loves when you hold her – kiss her, and skin-to-skin contact is important as hell she just wants to feel you and loves when you baby her.
ೀ Definitely keeps a Polaroid of you holding flowers in pink floral lingerie in her beige apron and another one of you in her wallet, that way she has you on her at all times (honestly probably touched herself to blow off some steam after a hard shift while looking at it)
ೀ Depending on how far the relationship goes, especially if y’all start talking marriage will get your favorite flower tatted and not tell you until you see a dainty tattoo of your favorite flower on her collarbone slightly above her heart as she is filling you up, you questioning her in between moans about it.
“Mmhm…fuck is that new? Shit..abbyplease – wait is that my favorite flower?” You ask, as she grinds into you – your finger dragging against the tattoo
“Yes baby, you’re all mine. Mine…mine…mine” As she pounds harder into to you each time she says mine. Obsessive, possessive + territorial, let’s talk about it
ೀ florist! Abby is overall just a sweetheart who loves you so much and just wants you to be her pretty flower – her muse, you definitely inspire most of her bouquets and she is so happy you ran into her shop looking for flowers that day.
hear me out: König with a gun kink. HE HAS THE POTENTIAL
the muzzle of the gun pressed against your cunt, grinding the pistol inside your hole, watching as you coat the cold material in slick. “there you go..” you arched your back, whimpering as he continued to fuck you with a pistol, dragging the material out your pussy and pushing back inside, your wet and dripping cunny soaking the gun :(
and just as you were about to cum, he pulled away. the material of the gun now pressed against your mouth, demanding for you to open with his gaze. “open, mausi.” könig ordered, watching as you obediently parted your lips, tasting your sweet juices on your tongue as he commanded you again. “taste yourself,. sweetheart..” you felt intimidated by his large and looming figure, knowing he could press on the trigger and blow your brains out, instead pushing his lengthy cock inside your cunny.
“don't make a sound.” he thrusted out your hole, shoving himself back inside and making you whimper. he pulled the gun from your mouth slapping you with it before placing the muzzle between your eyes. “shut the fuck up.” broad hips pounded inside you, a smirk groaning on your face as you desperately attempted to hide your sounds, biting your lips enough to draw blood. “good girl, good girl.” his pace increased, already fast and painful, full balls slapping into your tight ass :((((
overstimulated, you couldn't help yourself from coming, squirting all over his abdomen, whimpers and whining as he drilled his size into your cunt, the stretch from his girth aching. könig's hand wrapped around your neck, closing your airways and knocking the wind from your lungs with each thrust, your body like a ragdoll in his hands. “böses verdammtes mädchen.” :(( he spurted seed into your hole, oozing out your weeping sex, arousal filling the air. “never said you could cum.. fuck,- let me use your throat, sonnenschein.”
thinking about abby fucking you while standing in front of a full-length mirror with her hands hooked underneath your knees, spreading you apart in full nelson. she'd keep her eyes on the mirror, intently watching as she continues to bury her cock deep into your cunt, and her lips would be pressed against your ear, praising you for taking her strap so well.
"fuck." letting out a deep groan, she continued. "what a pretty cunt, oh my fucking god."
none of her words were acknowledged.
you were so fucking dizzy and your mouth could only manage to let out loud babbles, unable to comprehend what was being said—too fucked out and completely destroyed.
"going dumb on me now, sweetheart?" abby never ceased the movements of her hips, pounding deeper and harder into you from behind. a smile formed on her lips at the reflection of your pathetic face, staring at her through the mirror with half-lidded eyes and your mouth hanging open, spit dribbling down your neck. you tried your best to form a coherent sentence; however, you were only able to whimper out her name, causing her smile to grow slightly bigger. "a-abby!"
"shhh," she relishes the sight of your tits as she keeps bouncing you on her dick. "i know you could take it. right, bunny?" a whine came out of your lips in response.
"good girl."
Author's Note ▼
this is 18+ so MDNI‼️not a fic (i'll write one when i have more free time 🤘🏻) but one line i used came from my previous abby thirst post ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)...|
warnings: smut ofc, mentions of punishment and corruption kink.
adores when you smoke a cigar with him, share a beer on his leather couch. his hand running up your skimpy and short skirt, eyes widening slightly when he realizes you have no panties on.
humps you when you bend over. his clothed and hard bulge thrusting into you, grinding himself against you and using you like his little toy. “good doll, lettin' me use you however i like..”
sharing kink + exhibitionism kink. sharing you with his men; tied up, guessing who's thick and hard cock is shoved inside your holes while price holds you jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. ramming into your wetness and working your tight walls open, wiping away any lone or stray tears leaving your eyes, glistening and glossy. “that's it.. let them take ya', c'mon, don't be shy, love.. just be quiet, and stop cryin', yeah?”
i swear he has a scent kink.. he's so musky and sweaty, forcing your face into his armpit as you inhale his scent. rubbing it against you while you ride his throbbing cock, bouncing on his length, gasping and whimpering.
more about the exhibition kink. wants everyone to know who you belong to, this includes; him ramming his fat dick into your ass in a bar, grasping at your hips and not even trying to hide the dirty things he's doing to you. like it's SO obvious - some people turning their needs at the constant skin slapping noises from far away watching as he pounds his cock into your hole.
corruption kink + praising you. especially if you're a virgin, he's your first? let him take you, he'll be gentle just this one time..
will eat you out slowly, painfully slowly.. dragging his tongue along your slit and collecting your juices, remaining between your legs for hours until you're grinding your pussy against his face. “patience, sweetheart..”
loves taking your ass. stretching your tight little asshole out, slowly dragging his weeping girth out your ass and shoving himself back in with force.
he has big, heavy breeder balls. FULL of potent seed, maybe a breeding kink in the future.
will punish you and he's not afraid to hurt you. spanking you harshly, his scarred and large hand colliding with your ass, tinting your cheeks pink. or instead using his belt, the material of his leather back smacking against your little tight ass, causing them to flush a shade of pink, matching the shade of your stained panties :(( “quit sobbin', you've done this to yourself.”
another form of punishment would be orgasm denial. edging you so far, getting you so so close, teasing your clit using the tip of his hard cock, only to pull away last second and leaving you whimpering and gaping.
you'll cockwarm him after deployment. sitting on his lap as he watches tv, his arms wrapped around your form, hole stuffed full of him. catching up on a series that you'd both been watching, his thumb gliding over your cunny, soaked and wet with slick :(
cockwarming him during paperwork? a must. your mouth stretched around his size, girthy dick inside your mouth with your tongue pressed flat against his shaft, whining around him as his tip leaks and drools. just be quiet and suck him off slowly under the table like a good girl, yeah?
so may i ask if i can request abby & bratty(ish) reader having phone sex because she NEEDS an orgasm. Abby is helping her get what she wants if you get what i’m saying 💕💕 :)
thru the phone
abby anderson x fem! reader
cw; +18content, minors dni!, sexting, nudes, phone sex, bratty needy reader, abby and reader are kind of fuck buddies that hate each other, teasing, degradation, praise kink, masturbation (r and abby), praising, use of pet names like good girl and baby or doll instead of y/n, sub! reader, dom! abby, mentions of abby strap, dirty talking…
her phone’s screen light up with her favorite girl’s messages. as she went into the chat, expecting you to be cursing her for some shit that’s he had done to you this morning at school (something you did quite a lot), her eyes widened at the messages you’d sent her instead.
abby
i can’t cum
there was a picture attached under those simple 4 words. abby groaned when she took in the sight of two of your fingers pushing inside your sticky and puffy cunt, thighs glistening in your slick.
jesus christ. okay woah.
help me.
aw, you need me baby? poor thing can’t make herself cum?
you could almost hear the mock on her voice.
oh fuck you.
you wish baby. isn’t that why you’re texting me?
and why are you answering?
‘cause there’s a cute girl on my phone begging me to help her cum.
you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
i’m not begging.
not yet.
your stomach bursted with butterflies as a needy moan left your lips.
you’re a dick.
and you suck.
come on abby.
i don’t see you beg doll
you groaned.
i fucking hate you.
i bet you do princess
yes. fuck. i fucking hate you but i need to hear your voice, so please
hmmm, say that again
please, abby, please…
what do you need?
i need you, fuck, please abby i need you
pick up
as you finished reading the text, the call popped up on your screen. you had never been faster into pressing the green button, putting her on speaker.
“so pathetic…you can’t cum baby? your fingers aren’t good enough?” you groaned, your free hand cupping your tit and teasing your nipple. “poor thing…”
“shut the fuck up and help me.” you snapped, making her scoff. she was touching herself on the other side of the line, laying on her bed, bitting down on her bottom lip and thinking about all the ways in which she was gonna fuck you after this. sex with you was always so fucking good… if only you weren’t the biggest headache with legs she had ever met…
“such a fucking brat. remember that you’re the one who can’t get off and needs help here.” you whimpered, making her chuckle. “shh, it’s okay baby, i’m gonna help you get what you want. you just play with that pretty little clit of yours and keep fucking your fingers, hm? i’ll make you cum.” you nodded, as if she could see you. you moaned when you hit your g spot. “that’s it. just like that… atta girl…” fuck. how much she wished she was right there. that she could see you. fuck you. “shit. you’re killing me.” she moaned, her fingers plunging inside her tight and warm walls. she sighed at the feeling and stretch, closing her eyes and focusing on your needy voice.
“abby, fuck, please…” you begged, finally breaking. you needed her to keep praising you like that. and she knew it.
“see? good girl… that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she smirked, and if you weren’t so lost in your pleasure, you would have tell her to fuck off. “add another finger baby. need you to be stretched and ready for my cock.” you followed her orders, moaning at the fullness.
“i’m close, fuck…” you warned her, focusing on hitting your g spot and rubbing your clit.
“yeah? you gonna cum, baby?” you whined, feeling the warmth and tightness of your orgasm on your stomach.
“abby, i’m cumming, i’m cumming…!” you babbled, finally feeling it, almost being able to grasp it. you were right there.
“cum for me, doll. be a good girl and cum for me.” she grunted.
you screamed as it hit you, your vision going white and your voice coming out all broken as you soaked your fingers and sheets. your needy whimpers made abby ruin her underwear. you sounded so fucking perfect it hurt. she praised you and guided you though it, helping you fuck every last drop of your cum out of your cunt.
“fuuuck…” she sighed, taking the words out of your mouth. “i’m coming over.”
He can feel her gummy walls squeezing around his cock. He can feel the way her back arches and the way her head leans back on to his shoulder, hair almost tickling the side of his face. Her thick, plush thighs spread over his own. Her ass smacking harshly against his stomach and thighs, as he lifts her up and pushes her farther and farther onto his cock.
“S-Simon,” She moans out, nails scratching whatever she can reach, his back, his thick arms and thighs. “I-I c-can’t” She whines out to him. He growls as a response, the mirror in front of the two giving Simon access to watching as her beautiful, tight, cunt gets filled to the brim with his thick cock.
“Yes, yes you can.” He whispers harshly, pulling and twisting at her nipples. Throwing her head back and moaning at the new simulation. With her back arched and head thrown back, Simon can see all the beautiful marks that cover both her neck and boobs.
He moves his hand to her stomach, pushing against the pudge and bulged caused from his cock. Groaning at the new feeling of pleasure he presses harder. Her fingers inch her way up to his hair and pulls, needing to ground herself.
colonel könig is so mean :[ he has you bent over the table in the common room and fucks you relentlessly in front of 141, cooing in your ears nothing but sweet things and praises
he also pulls your hair so that you can face them, forces you to tell them only him can make you feel this good but no one else :[ but you're being fucked silly, it's nearly impossible to speak coherently in such state :[
141 is literally helpless :[ they're creaming their pants right now but they can't fist their cocks because könig told them to, and they know they can't violate colonel's order :[
oh my god i love this idea;
their jaws dropping open, cock hardening and drooling at the sight; being bent over the table, colonel könig fucking his length into you, lips parted in suprise and arousal, both cheeks turning pink with embarrassment, and the force of his balls against your ass.
some even took their fat dicks out, pumping themselves and leaning back in their chair, admiring the show whilst könig forced your head forward, forcing you to maintain eye contact with the others even when tears glistened in your eyes :(( he growled and groaned in your ear, making you cum multiple times, the others wishing they could make you do the same so badly :((((
they're sososo jealous of him.. yet no one dares to speak a word, because they know könig is a higher rank that all of them, looming over them with evil deep inside his eyes, no fear for the soldiers that stood ahead of him.
warnings/tags 🏷️ 18+, smut, porn with no plot, dom!Joel, motorcycle riding, freeform, proofread.
A/N - got this idea while talking to my friend, making me go feral with thoughts.
You and Joel had parked up behind some random bar, leaving his motorcycle running as he pulled you off it, pinning you against the wall.
“That's it baby, keep grindin’.” Joel cooed in your ear as you rubbed your clothed cunt against his thick thigh, whining and whimpering for more. Continuously rutting against him, desperate for more friction against your clit.
This goes on for a little while, Joel chuckling lowly in your ear, mocking your desperate attempts. Though once you're almost crying and scratching at his back, he decides to give you a little more - though it's not quite what you expected.
Gently he lets you back off the wall, guiding you toward his black motorcycle, it still rumbles lowly, you'd remind yourself later to tell him off for doing so. Carefully he stops you in front of it and you assume he's gonna get on and help you on as well.
However he doesn't do so, instead grabbing your panties, yanking them down to your ankles and letting you kick them to the side. What is he planning?
“Get on it.” He commanded, making you cock your head to the side. Once realising you had no clue what he was talking about, he guides you to sit on the motorcycle. The soft rumble and vibrations made you tingle and once it hit your clit it has you shuddering.
“Fuck...” You whimpered out, hands grabbing onto the handles. Joel gently saddles himself behind you, placing his hands on your hips.
“Do what you were doing on my thigh earlier baby, c'mon.” He cooed in your ear - hot breath fanning over your skin, making the hairs on the back of you neck stand up. Gently you started rocking your hips, back 'n forth, back 'n forth, finding a steady rhythm.
Your clit rubbed against the seat, your slick coating where you sat and now coating your little nub in it as you rub into your own filth. The vibrating of the motorcycle has you reeling, head lolling back onto his shoulder and mouth falling open to utter obscene things.
Just as you thought it couldn't get any better, Joel leant forward and wrapped his hand around your smaller ones as they held the handles. Gently he rocked his hand over yours, twisting the handle. Instnantly it revved, vibrating harder against you.
Repeatedly Joel continued doing that, using his other hand to help you rock your hips, grinding onto the seat until you were crying. Now circling your hips, you whined softly.
“That's it, cum on my bike, cover it for me. Let me think about how I made you cum on it everytime I ride it,” he paused, licking up the the side of your throat, grazing your pulse as it quickened, “let me think about how you rode it to completion.”
With those words you came undone and he continued to revv the engine as you rutted desperately, chasing your own pleasure before it became too much. Your clit was practically buzzing now, swollen and abused.
He chuckled lowly in your ear, kissing it softly. “Atta girl.”
warnings/tags 🏷️ 18+ smut, fingering, praise, guiding through it, porn without plot, soft dom!joel, sub!reader.
A/N - first time writing this kinda stuff in awhile, I hope you enjoy!
joel miller masterlist || main masterlist
Your breath hitches in your throat as Joel hovers over you, his breath melting into your skin, inches away from your face. You don't know how it got to this point but you don't want it to stop.
"there we go..." He speaks softly, the feeling of his large fingers hooking around your panties following. Swiftly they're brought to your ankles, cold air hitting your sensitive cunt.
"p-please Joel." Your voice is whiny and high pitched, even in this dim light you can see his lips curl up in response, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. Fuck it made you 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬.
He tutts in response, shaking his head softly. Trembling fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders in response.
"not yet darlin'. I'm taking my time with you," his fingers slip onto your pussy, collecting your slick on his fingers gladly, "all the 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 I need..." His words are emphasized by his thumb pad brushing your clit.
You let out the most lewd sound in response, cunt aching for him to fill you whole, every inch to stretch out your core.
Knowing him though, he'd take his sweet time, toying with your desperate pussy, playing with it till it's almost gushing at a simple tap of his fingers.
"easy now, nice and slow breaths." He talks you through it, fingers dipping between your folds, circling your hole before gliding back up. "that's it, be a good girl now."
He knows you so well - to guide you through every touch and stroke, to praise you for simply taking it. You lap it up everytime without fail.
He sinks lower to your naked, warm body, now dragging his nose along your neck. Sweet peppered kisses are being brought along your neck, an occasional nip here and there to keep you on your toes.
All while doing this, his fingers begin to work a nice pace on your now sore clit. Sometimes he'd circle, maybe drag it between his thumb and index finger to give it a soft pinch. It simply melts you down to your soaking core.
"please put it inside me— I can't- I 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵." You cry to him, still clawing at his broad shoulders. Once again your begging is only responded to with a chuckle, one that courses through your veins, riling you up even more.
A gentle slap of his fingers meet your cunt, within an instant you cry out his name, arching your now sweaty back off the bed. He wastes no time going back to rubbing your aching core, though not daring to even slip a finger in yet.
"I told you, m'gonna take my time. Stop your whinin' and take it as it is." It comes out a lot more stern now, voice now much lower and gravelly.
But fuck does it make you feel even more good. Your soft breaths and whines fill the room, within the same beat Joel also grunts and huffs, working himself up just looking at you.
You're a sight for sore eyes; all splayed out for him, tits out, mouth hung open crying curses and pleas, wet cunt spread wide for him to see. He's rock hard, gazing over your cute little body - all for him.
"atta girl, you're learnin' well." He praises, quickening his fingers pace on your clit. Now though, he also drags his palm down your pussy, collecting you arousal on it. While he does, his fingers also dip into your weeping cunt.
Your hips buck in response to his touch, trying to take his fingers all the way in. He wastes no time slamming his spare hand down on your hip, ceasing your desperate attempts to feel more of him.
"nuh uh... Not yet, I'm going at my own pace. You just sit there and look pretty for me darlin', can you do that?" You pussy flutters at his words and his fingers that barely try to reach into you.
You give a quick nod in response, though he doesn't let go of your hip. Instead he keeps his firm grip on it, fingers seeping into the meat of your side.
He hums in contentment, continuing his painful pace on you, still every now and then rubbing his palm along it and sliding the tips of his fingers in.
This continues for a while, you're not too sure how long as your mind is a pleasurable haze.
By now you're starting to writhe and whine his name, your pelvis fighting against the strong hand that holds it down. He can see you falling apart, desperate for that sweet release. By all means... He wasn't gonna keep it from you, not his girl.
"I think you deserve your reward now, don't you?" He cooes, now spreading your cunt open with his fingers, stretching it til it hurts.
You nod furiously, watery eyes gazing up at him, needing his fingers deep inside your needy core.
Laughing lowly, he lets go of your hip, still working his fingers through your folds and clit with the other. Leaning down to your ear, he picks up the pace, hot breath warming it.
"𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵." Fuck, his voice paired with his uneven erratic movements are sending your eyes rolling back. You have to focus, you just gotta ask for it, just one thing.
"p-please Joel please, I can't take it— can't take it anymore." His eyebrows twitch in response, a warm smile pulling at his lips - pride in his eyes.
"good girl." With that, he finally plunges his fingers into your aching cunt, curling them up into that spongy spot that he knows makes you come undone within minutes- seconds sometimes.
They work expertly inside of you, curling up, sometimes scissoring. Every now and then he pulls them all the way out, only the plunge them right back into you, making you scream his name.
You can feel the knot forming as he works on you and he can tell by the way your breath stutters and hips buck. He wants you to have it, he wants you to feel good and so he does just that.
His thumb goes up to your clit, now rubbing messy circles over it, helping you chase your release.
"almost there now, I can see you're almost there baby. A little more now, c'mon." He encourages you, now repetitively curling his fingers up into the spongy spot inside you. His spare hand goes to one of your breasts, kneeding it and pinching the nipple between his calloused fingers, aiding you in any way he can.
You feel pin pricks going up your spine making you arch your back and helping him reach even 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 into you.
That oh so familiar hot fuzzy feeling arises through your entire body, starting from your toes and working up your body.
Reading your body language, Joel speeds up his efforts, desperately wanting you to finish for him. His cock fights against the fabric over it, caging it in. His tip now dampens it, soaking his boxers in precum.
"cum for me baby girl, that's it, finish 𝘢𝘭𝘭 over my fingers. Atta girl, there you go- there." He stutters at the end, seeing you begin to almost vibrate with pleasure.
That last coil snaps with a harsh curl of his fingers into you, sending you over that sweet, sweet edge. Moans and cries of Joel's name fill the room, thank you's here and there too.
He doesn't stop, helping you ride out that high, letting you get every last bit of it. Once your body begins to tremble with overstimulation, he slows, eventually releasing your cunt.
"that better now?" He brings his fingers up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick up the slick that coats them. He hums in contentment at the taste.
"much better..." You reply, exhausted and achy, back hand pressed against your sweaty forehead.
He strokes your inner thigh, his other hand gliding over his needy cock. He's not done yet, he's not done at all.
Can we get another Simon cumming to quick 😩 with a dash of breeding kink 😳
Late Nights
Simon Riley x F! Reader
Warnings: smut, p in v sex, swearing
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"Love." A soft but gruff voice had you stirring from your slumber. You let out a sleepy groan as you felt your husband caressing at the flesh of your exposed breasts. He was fortunate you decided to sleep naked with him tonight.
"Simon?" You asked, your voice laced with sleep.
"Please, I can't sleep." His voice was barely above a whisper, as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder. "I need you."
At his words, you could feel his prominent hard on, poking into the small of your back. Nights like these delighted you. Though they were few and far between, you adored when Simon was needy. Knowing that a strong, menacing man such as him could fall apart so easily had a wetness pooling between your legs.
"You can have me, Si." You moaned as his hands slid down your belly before grasping harshly at the flesh of your ass. He gave a dark chuckle as you moaned, and pulled you in closer to his chest.
His hand moved from you to grab at his hardened length, and he began to rub his tip along your soaked folds.
"You're already wet for me, huh? Good girl." He praised, pressing another kiss, this time to the bottom of your ear. "Need to be inside you."
He bit into the nape of your neck, as he pushed himself inside you, his thick cock slowly massaging at your walls.
You let out a guttural moan as he bottomed out, your hand blindly reaching out for his and gripping at it with fervor.
"That's it. You always take me so well, fuck." He panted as his eyes squeezed shut from pleasure.
He began a slow pace, the angle allowing for him to go deeper than normal. It didn't take long for Simon to find your g-spot, each time his cock rammed back into your walls, his tip was kissing your cervix.
You could hear soft moans emitting from your husband's lips. Unbeknownst to you, Simon was a mess. Your walls were hugging him tightly, and he swore to the Heavens that your pussy hadn't ever felt this good before.
"Faster Si, please." You begged, your grip on his hand tightening as you moved it to land on your breast.
Simon's hips stuttered at your words as he felt you were clenching around him. He was trying to hard to concentrate on not cumming, but the small whimpers he ellicited from you had his resolve crumbling.
"F-Fuck, shit. Sweetheart, I can't, I'm gonna, fuck I'm gonna cum." He groaned, your walls squeezing around his cock so tightly he was unable to prolong his orgasm any longer.
With one final jut of his hips, his orgasm racked through his body as he convulsed against you. His cock twitched inside your walls, as it spilled out his seed, painting your walls white.
The grunts he let out were euphoric to your ears, and you could help as your hand flew to your now seeping pussy.
Simon was quick to grab your hand as he pushed you down on your back. "Don't."
Even in the darkness of the bedroom, he could still see the look of confusion on your face from the reflection of the TV. "Let me."
He slid down to the bottom of the bed, and spread your legs out. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched his cum spill out of you, his cock twitching as thoughts of his seed taking inside you swirled in his head.
Blaming it on the arousal and remnants of his lust filled brain, he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your pussy, his tongue running along the sopping folds. You let out a breathy moan, your head falling back to the pillow behind you as your hands flew to grasp at his hair.
His cock fully hard now, at the thought of your belly being swollen with his child, his hand flew down to it, and fisted at it a few times.
He drew his tongue along your folds lazily as he looked up at you. "'M sorry. Got to make it up to you."
He pressed a final kiss to your core as he ran his tongue up along the length of your body, landing on your neck. You felt his cock teasing at your entrance yet again, and you couldn't help the moan that emitted from your lips. "Simon, please."
"Be a good pet, and let me fuck this back in you, yeah? Don't want a single drop to go to watse."
I was thinking and wondering about how 141 and könig would react if their s/o started breaking down whenever they dropped a plate or fucked up in some way like leaving something on the stove and their s/o completely breaks down. Apologizing and crying and saying “pls don’t be mad at me” stuff like that.
Or reader accidentally says “ok” I’m a kinda of snippy voice and they genuinely didn’t hear reader, and say “what?” And reader responds with “yes sir” or some shit like that as a trauma response? Srry if this is confusing lol
If this makes you uncomfortable pls ignore
Hey there! I can do this, no problem.
141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma
Warnings: mentions of past trauma, abuse, crying, feelings of unworthiness, swearing - ENDS IN FLUFF!!!
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Simon Ghost Riley-
Nothing was going your way today. You spilled coffee on yourself first thing this morning, stepped in a muddy puddle with your brand new shoes, and your boss was in a horrible mood, and you were his target.
You made it home later that night, and it took everything in you not to break down. Simon would be home soon, and you knew he'd be hungry, so you mustered what energy you could to head to the kitchen and start cooking.
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"Hey babe, I'm home." You heard Simon's voice call from the front door.
"Hey, dinner is ready." You turned a bit too quickly to greet your husband, and the plate of food in your hands slid from your grasp, smashing to the floor.
You both stood there for a moment, staring at the mess on the floor, before you let out a choked sob.
Simon quickly threw his gear to the floor and carefully made his way around the broken shards to you. "Baby, what's wrong? It's okay. We can clean it."
"Please don't be mad at me, Simon." You sobbed into his chest. "I didn't mean to it, it slipped."
Simon's eyes widened as he looked down at you, grasping your cheeks in his hands softly. "Sweetheart, why would I be mad at you? It was an accident."
"Because I broke the plate! And you were probably hungry, and now dinner is ruined, and I'm a terrible spouse." Your brain was going a mile a minute as the word vomit continued to pour out. "I'm so sorry, Simon. I'll be better."
Simon pulled you back into his chest as he tore through the thoughts in his head. Why were you so upset? It was just a plate. You two could order takeout? What kind of person would be mad over....oh. A lightbulb went off in Simon's head as he looked down at you.
"Y/N, sweetheart, look at me."
You slowly peeled your head from his chest as you looked up at him, your eyes puffy and red from crying.
Simon rubbed his thumbs along your cheeks gently before he spoke. "I'm not him. And you are a wonderful spouse. I couldn't have asked for anyone better to be by my side every day. I don't give a damn if you dropped a plate. We are all human, kid."
You let out another sob, your bottom lip quivering as you took in his words. It was known, Simon was a man of few words, but he always, always knew what to say to help you in the moment.
"I love you, Y/N, always. I'm always going to be here for you, and I promise you, I'm never going to get mad about trivial shit like this. You're okay."
Simon stayed holding you for some time, rubbing soothing circles in your back as you started to calm down. "Why don't we order some takeout, yeah? My treat."
Johnny Soap MacTavish-
You and Johnny had just finished up dinner, and he was currently finishing up the dishes as you got the show you two were binging ready on the TV.
"Do you want any popcorn or anything babe?" He asked as he placed the last dish in the cupboard.
"Nah, only you and a buttload of cuddles." You said, turning to him with a warm smile.
Johnny leaned back, admiring you, as his hands rested on the stove behind him.
"FUCK!" He cried out, as there was a searing pain emitting from his hand. "Is the stove still on?"
You jumped up from your spot on the couch, alarmed at Johnny's cry of pain, and you went white as you realized you'd forgotten to turn the stove off after cooking dinner.
"Oh my God, Johnny. I'm so sorry." You mumbled, your heart beginning to race as you made your way over to your boyfriend slowly.
"Shite, that fucking hurts." Johnny waived his hand in the air, trying to shake away some of the pain, not realizing his quick movements had you hunched down in the corner, your arms over your head defensively.
"Y/N?" He asked, the pain in his hand long forgotten. "Baby, did you..did you think I was going to hit you?"
"I...I... I'm sorry, Johnny. I didn't mean to, I forgot I thought I turned it off." You cried out, tears now falling down your cheeks, your hands shaking violently.
"Did that..did that fucker hurt you?" Johnny began to put the pieces together in his brain. Before him, you were in a relationship with a man who liked to hurt you whenever you made a mistake.
You gave a small nod, your bottom lip trembling as you tried to prevent a small sob from escaping. Johnny slowly moved to sit on the floor next to to, and grabbed your hands gently.
"Y/N, I will never, and I mean never lay a finger on you like that. Any man who does has no right to be called a man. I am so sorry you went through that." Johnny rubbed soothing circles into your wrists as his eyes stared lovingly into yours. "Don't worry about the stove being left on. It happens. I do shit like that all the time. Plus, I've gotten way worse burns than this, this is child's play."
You let out a soft chuckle as you exhaled deeply. "I love you, Johnny. Thank you. Let me at least grab the burn cream for you."
"I love you too, babe." He have you a warm smile as you walked over to the medicine cabinet and watched as you fumbled with the contents.
Johnny made a silent promise to himself that day, that if he ever saw your ex, he'd teach him a lesson of his own.
John Price-
"Hey, have you seen my white dress shirt? It's not in my closet." John asked, as he rummaged through your shared room. He had a gala tonight he was supposed to attend, and he couldn't find his favorite white shirt.
"Oh! I washed it, I knew you wanted to wear it, let me go grab it from the dryer." You called back, making your way to your laundry room.
You rummaged through the dryer, trying to find his shirt, and your heart dropped when you saw it. You pulled it out, revealing a giant ink stain on the front, and looked over to find a pen that had gone through the dryer along with it.
Your hand flew to your mouth as you let out a muffled sob. "No, no, no."
"Were you able to find it? I appriciate you washing-" John's voice was cut short as he took in the scene in front of him. "Is that my shirt?"
"John...I... I didn't know that it was..there was a pen." You started rambling, your voice trembling with each word.
John took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he took in your state. "It's alright, love."
"No! No you're mad, I fucked up and now you're mad. I'm so sorry. I didn't know there was a pen, and..and.. please don't hate me." You sobbed, falling to your knees, your hands flying to your face.
John felt his heart shatter as he watched you crumble to the floor. He was very aware of the past you had with your family, a family that allowed for very few mistakes, and one that would punish you for any said mistakes.
"Y/N. Baby. It's okay." John crouched down beside you, pulling you into his lap. "I've got you, it's alright."
You choked out a sob as you threw your face into his chest, staining his shirt with your tears. "No, no, it's not. This was your favorite shirt and I fucked it up."
"Love, I was the one who left that pen in my pants. It's my fault, not yours. I promise you, honey, I'm not mad." He rubbed at your arms soothingly as he pressed kisses to your forehead.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you continued to clutch onto your husband's arms. "I should've looked, still. I'll buy you a new one."
"Aye, screw the shirt. I'm kind of glad it's ruined. I didn't want to go to that silly dress up party anyway. I'd much rather stay here with you."
"Really?" You asked, wiping away your tears.
"Really. I don't need some to be at some party with stuffy stuck-up pricks when I can be here with my pretty little partner. I'm gonna go order us some takeout. What do you say we get our pjs on and watch a movie, yeah?"
Kyle Gaz Garrick-
"Hey, babe. Can you keep me alive in this game for like 5 minutes? I have to go run to the bathroom, I can't pause it." Kyle called out.
"Oh, yeah, sure. I'm not very good at those kinds of games but I can try." You gave him a sheepish smile as you walked over to him.
"It should be super easy. Just walk anywhere, but where the guys with red bars over their heads are. Those are the enemies." Kyle said, before placing a kiss on your head. "I'll be super quick, I promise."
You swallowed thickly as Kyle walked away, your hands shaking slightly as you held onto the controller.
You managed to do pretty well at first, avoiding all of the enemies that were wandering around you. Luck, however, was not on your side for long.
An enemy came out of nowhere as you were pacing back and forth in one of the corners of the map and managed to kill you with one hit.
"Thanks for watching it, babe. I hate how I can't save my progress in -" Kyle stopped mid sentence as he saw the "YOU DIED" message flicker across the TV screen.
"Kyle, I'm so sorry. He...he came out of nowhere, and I.. it was one hit, and there wasn't anything I could do." You started to hyperventilate, your breathing increasing rapidly as tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes. "I was doing well, and I didn't see him I.. I'm so sorry."
"Hey, hey, it's okay!" Kyle was quick to come over to you, taking the controller from your hands. "I'm not mad, baby."
"But you losy your progress and I fucked up, and now you hate me." Your thoughts were racing through your head faster than you could process, and you threw your face into your hands as you let out a sob.
"Y/N. Baby. I promise you, I couldn't ever hate you. It's a stupid video game. It's okay. You're safe. You're with me, not him." Kyle gently pulled you into his lap as he began to press kisses to your hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. Besides, it gives me a chance to go back and loot better shit anyway."
You looked up to him through your bleary eyes, and gave a wobbly smile. "I don't deserve you, Kyle Garrick."
"Bugger off with that, love. If anyone doesn't deserve anyone, it's me who doesn't deserve you."
König-
You and König were cleaning up in the weapons/gear locker at the end of a brutal mission. The two of you moved in slow motion around the room, removing your gear and laying down your weapons to be cleaned.
"Maus, can you help me get this vest off? I can't seem to get the buckle." Königs voice shook you from your thoughts, and you turned to help your lover.
The strap of the vest seemed to be stuck, so you gave it a little tug. You evidently had put too much pressure, and it caused you to tear a hole in the fabric, leaving the strap useless.
Your mouth flew open, and you quickly ran over to grab one of the sewing kits on the table. You returned to him, and immediately started to thread at the fabric.
"Hey, hey, it's fine. It's just a tear. We can look at it later." König said, trying to grab at your frenzied hands.
"NO! No, I have to fix it!" You shoved him away as you continued to stitch at the torn fabric of his vest. "I have to fix it."
König watched helplessly as tears began to stream down your face, unable to do anything to console you.
He knew of your past boyfriend and how weak he made you feel. Any mistake you made would end with you being on the end of either physical, or mental abuse, and it made Königs blood boil thinking that anyone could harm someone like you.
"Maus." His voice was firm, catching your attention immediately. "Stop, please."
Your bottom lip wobbled, a whimper barely escaping your lips as you looked up at him. "But I ruined it."
"I don't care about the vest, schatz, it's military issued I can get another." He said gently, as he pulled your hands away from the vest. "I just need you to be okay."
"I'm..okay. Please don't me mad at me." You cried softly, looking back to the vest.
"I couldn't ever be mad at you for something like this. I'm not, and will not ever be like him, okay? You're alright, I promise you." His hands dropped yours and landed on the back of your neck, as he turned your head back to him.
"Tell me you're okay." He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"I'm okay." You repeated, your eyes fluttering shut.
"Tell me you're safe." Another kiss was pressed to your cheek.
"I'm safe."
"Tell me you're loved." A kiss was placed to your forehead.
"I am loved." You repeated once more as a final kiss was placed to your lips. König had started this "mantra" of sorts one of the very first panic attacks you had with him, and it had become a comfort for you ever since. He was always the best at calming you down.
"You are so beautiful, Maus. I love you so much. Let's get the rest of this gear off and go to sleep, alright? I've got you."
And he did, he always had you. He'd never, in his life, ever let you feel like you were anything less than wonderful.
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