Jun 9
NEVER KILL YOURSELF
DELTAJUNE IS WAITING DELTARUNE DELAEUGEJEJSMM
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NEVER KILL YOURSELF
DELTAJUNE IS WAITING DELTARUNE DELAEUGEJEJSMM
My camera roll rn 😍
Yoongi on Weverse Live (12.28.2025)
hear me out maybe I wouldn’t rpf if they didn’t look at each other like the want to fuck sloppy style
thoughts on the beast in me :
- matthew rhys as nile jarvis: mark me down as scared and horny
- the scene with him dancing to the talking heads?? perfection, no notes
- would love to see him and claire danes work together again in future
- will watch anything with leila george. she was perfect in animal kingdom and perfect in this
- everyone acted their ASSES off
I want Narry to still have influence over the design of the voices, so some of them have a lot of frills and "proper" looks compared to others
idk i just got a vision of taking art to one of those indoor tennis practice places and like getting a private room and jerking him off while critiquing his footwork and his backhand etc etc and not letting him come until he makes all the adjustments you judge he needs and getting him so worked up to the point where it’s impossible for him to focus and he just blows his load all over you and you have to punish him and and and
Knee Socks 2
Note from K: Just wrote five (double-spaced) pages of pure lesbian smut. Enjoy.
Content: Oral & fingering (reader receiving), praise, begging, reader is a little mean but obviously not committed to it (she’s just like me fr), femme reader x Abby Anderson, wlw.
Part 1: Knee Socks
“So, can I?” She asks, looking down at you expectantly.
“Fuck it,” you mutter. “Yeah.”
She frowns at you, crossing her arms.
You sigh, exasperated. “Goddamnit, Abigail. Yes! Yes, you can. Please. I want this; you. I missed you, too.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “That’s my girl.” She steps forward, tugging that gray t-shirt off of you and tossing it somewhere on the floor. You’re left in just a pair of light blue cotton panties.
“You’re perfect.” She states like a fact, one hand already reaching for you as she tugs her own shirt off with the other.
You step forward, resting your hands flat on her stomach, feeling the muscle there. “I think that’s you.”
Abby smirks, shaking her head and wrapping her arms around your lower back. “Let’s not argue, angel. This is supposed to be a ‘kiss and make up’ situation.” She teases.
You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile. “You’re insufferable.”
She leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your jawline. “Not so insufferable with my tongue inside of you.” She whispers.
“Abby!” You swat at her. “Behave!”
She chuckles, nipping at your neck. “I don’t think you really want me to.”
You tilt your head, giving her better access. “I- damn it.” You sigh, sliding your hands up her stomach and looping your arms around her shoulders.
She takes full advantage, sucking a few purple marks into your neck and soothing them with gentle kisses. She trails her fingers up your stomach and palms one of your breasts, pulling back to watch as she rolls your nipple between her fingers. “I missed this.” She admits. “Missed you.”
She’s on you again before you can think of a response. She drops to her knees, trailing kisses down the center of your stomach. She stops when she reaches the waistband of your panties, looking up at you for approval.
You know you should stop. Sex with an ex? Never a good idea. But God, the way she looks at you. The blonde looks nothing like she does in training or out on patrols. There’s no trace of soldier; just reverence, and something resembling desperation. So you nod, reaching down and raking your fingers through the loose hair at the nape of her neck. “Please, Abs.” You whisper, your eyes locked on her blue ones.
She smiles, pressing a hard kiss to the wet spot forming on your panties, then pulling away. You whine, fighting the urge to push her head back towards you.
“That’s my girl.” She praises, standing and sliding her hands up your body. She hoists you up with her, her hands gripping the underside of your thighs as she closes the distance to your bed. She lowers you onto it, then climbs over you.
“So fucking pretty.” She mutters, her lips ghosting against your neck as she makes her way back to your tits. She takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking it gently to feel it harden, then switching to the other. Your breath catches when she lets it free with a soft pop, the night air rushing to cool her saliva.
“Abby,” you whine, growing impatient. “Please.”
“Please, what doll?” She asks, tracing circles on your hips with her thumbs. “Use your words.”
“Abby- fuck.” You try to roll your hips against her, but she catches you, stilling the movement with a firm press of her palms.
“Ask nicely.” She insists, keeping you pinned with, frustratingly, very little effort.
You frown, not used to her denying you anything. Especially this. “Abs-”
“No.” She cuts you off. “You made me wait long enough. You can say please.”
You sigh softly, staring up at her with wide, desperate eyes. “…please, Abby. I- I missed this too. I missed you, too. I need this.”
Abby smiles, clearly satisfied. “See?” She hooks her fingers under your panties and tugs them off, letting them fall somewhere on the floor. “That wasn’t so hard.”
She lowers herself between your legs, her eyes never leaving you. She runs her middle finger through your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing it to her lips. Her eyes close as she sucks your sweetness off of her finger, a satisfied sound slipping out of her.
Your eyes widen as you watch her. “Christ,” you mutter. “You’re unbearable.”
She opens her eyes, a smirk on her lips. “Sure, baby, whatever you say.” She sinks between your legs, her hands on your thighs, spreading you open. She licks a stripe from your hole to your clit, that smug look never leaving her face.
Your hips twitch, and your head falls back. “Please.” You whimper, unsure of what it is you’re begging her for. Regardless, she obliges, swirling her tongue around your swollen bud, then closing her lips around it and sucking. You tense, one hand finding purchase in her hair, which was beginning to fall loose from her trademark braid. “Fuck Abs- just like that.” You reach down with your free hand to tuck some loose hair behind her ear, watching the ruthless soldier settle between your legs like she’s meant to be there. She laps at you like she’s starving, her tongue tracing shapes against your clit, occasionally dipping lower to slip inside of you.
She sets a rhythm, working you apart with that smart mouth you’d missed so much. Your grip tightens on her hair as you feel that familiar heat coiling low in your stomach. She notices, because of course she does, and pulls away, a string of her saliva and your slick still connecting the two of you.
You whine pathetically, making a futile effort to pull the much stronger woman back to you. “Abby- fuck! Why? I was so close!”
She just stares up at you, looking infuriatingly pleased with herself. “Patience has never been your strong suit, huh, doll?” She teases. You glare at her as she takes her middle and ring fingers into her mouth, wetting them with her spit. You sigh dramatically, trying your damndest to continue looking displeased, which is difficult when the muscular blonde is between your legs with her fingers in her mouth. “I’ll make it worth the wait, promise.”
She drags her fingers down your slit, teasing your entrance. “Abby!” You whine, pressing your hips towards her. “Stop teasing.”
She sighs as if you’ve inconvenienced her. “Fine. But only because you’re so pretty when you’re desperate.” She eases her fingers into you, letting out a satisfied sigh when she feels the way you tighten around her. She waits for you to adjust, then slowly begins to move, thrusting into you with that perfect curl that you pray she hasn’t been using on anyone else.
You press your hand to your mouth, fighting to stay quiet. She takes the gesture as encouragement and fingers you faster, pushing just a little deeper to press against that spongy spot that makes your vision blur. “Move your hand.” She demands, reaching up with her free hand to tug at your arm. “You know I like to hear how good I’m making you feel.”
Too gone to protest, you let her pull your hand away, little moans falling from your lips as she coaxes them out of you. She smiles, shifting her attention back to your leaking pussy. “Fuck, this is perfect.” She mutters to herself as she leans down, flicking her tongue against your aching clit without slowing her pace. You cry out as she licks and sucks on your bud, desperate to pull an orgasm from you.
“Abby- Abby I’m-” Your back arches as your climax tears through you.
She feels you clench around her fingers and works you through it, slowing to a stop and gently pulling her fingers out. She presses one more teasing kiss against your clit, making your whole body jerk.
“Fuck!” Your hands fly to her shoulders, pushing her back. “Too much.”
She laughs, then licks her fingers clean, humming low in her throat as she does. “You’re somethin’ else.” She says, shaking her head as she shifts up to kiss you again.
You melt into it, tasting yourself on her lips. Eventually, she pulls back, looking down at you as you both catch your breath.
You shiver, suddenly aware of how cold the night air is in your apartment. “C’mere,” you whisper, reaching out for Abby. “Need my heater.”
She shakes her head with a smile, letting you pull her down next to you and curl into her side, your head resting on her bicep. “So needy.” She whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. She uses her free arm to pull a blanket over the two of you, then gently smooths out your hair.
“You like it.” You retort.
“You have no idea how much I do.”
Literally me rn bc I am actually ovulating as we speak (Sabrina, my love! You make the best faces). Need Abigail Anderson viscerally.
Also, if any of y'all want some hints about me! I've been told I look like Tate McRae about a million times in the last month (mostly on my TikTok), so maybe picture the Walmart deep-discount version of her?
Happy Super Bowl (Benito) Sunday to those who celebrate! Young Miko and Pedro Pascal were there bc why would they not be on my whoreniest day of the month??
Anyways! Thank you all so much for the love on part one. I hope part two didn’t disappoint.
With so much love, K <3
Guys
Three and the fourse
Do you think they interacted
I like to imagine that the fourse would carry three around sometimes
And they're like
Friends and stuff
I want to doodle that now