Palestinian children were prevented from going to school by razor wire and israeli soldiers — so they sat down and studied right in front of them (via AndreyX)
synopsis - the life of a regular superhero, can’t be too hard to keep up with.
wc - 3.7k!!!
warnings - MDNI 18+, a bit angsty, a lil smutty, fem!reader, supervillain!reader, make outs, fingering, hickeys, Abby’s kinda pussy whipped but that’s ok! manny’s here and so is isaac? blood, fighting, superhero shit ya know?
batman!abby whose parents are buried next to each other, she’d lost her Mother at a young age and her father due to gun violence in the city.
She was left with nothing but her brains and her wealth, from there she built up. Coming up with a plan and building two private hospitals and from time to time sponsors the public ones.
She’d always felt the urge to lend a hand to her city after witnessing a young girl get attacked for her purse in broad daylight. One day, she decided to step in and stop them, getting stabbed in the process. She didn’t drive to any hospitals but sat and stitched herself up at home.
She eventually picked back up boxing to keep herself fit.
Her first suit didn’t fit well — nor did she like the color scheme (black, grey and yellow was just too my for her.) She went through four different suits before finally making the perfect one. The bat cave had little trinkets lying around, like the snow globe from her local aquarium.
batman!abby who does a lot of observing during the day time, in her meetings her head seems to be somewhere else but in reality she’s watching the sketchy parking lot trade happening right outside corporates windows.
She wasted no time in tracking them down, beating them close toa pulp before leaving them tied up for local police to find. She’d often stitch herself up after a long night of crime fighting, Manny — her butler and closest friend — who’d bring her a warm towel at the end of the night.
batman!abby who got a call from the police one evening, a hostage situation. She wasted no time getting ready to stop whatever was afoot, rushing over to the lab where police surrounded the building. After receiving a short debrief rushed inside, the place was trashed. It wasn’t long before she was being attacked by guys in some shitty masks. “So we finally meet,” the voice was oh too familiar.
It was someone she grew up with, someone who was close to her family in your youth. The man before her wore a scar across his left eye and a smile that made her want to throw up, it was Isaac. Now known as ‘Scar Killer’.
“The Batman.” He slowly approached her with slow steps, she felt as if her mask had cracked completely, that he knew who she was. “Or is that even the right name to call you?” He muttered slowly, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder.
“Where are the hostages?” She asked with a slight quiver in her voice, she wasn’t scared of him no, she’d fought worse things. She was scared he knew who she was behind the mask she’d grown so comfortable to, scared he knew just where to find her. “They’re safe, for now.”
She delivered a strong right hook to his jaw, initiating a pretty tense fight. A fight Abby knew she wouldn’t win. “Fuck it!” She threw down smoke bombs before disappearing, running through the building in search of the hostages. She could careless about Isaac at the moment, she at least wanted these people to walk out alive.
Once she found them tied up on the floor in a lab, she made quick work of some of the ropes before throwing down a grappling hook out the window for them to start to evacuate “C’mon this way!” She returned to the rest of them as the others used their lab coats as hooks to zip line out.
She helped the others out of their ropes, coming to the final woman, she pulled the cloth from her mouth. She was frantic. “Hey, hey calm down, you're safe.” Abby smiled, undoing her ropes.
That’s when she saw the large bomb strapped to her chest underneath her coat, she had no time to react. The windows blew out, she didn’t remember anything but waking up on top of a car that was now severely damaged. How she survived such a blast, she didn’t know, but what she did know was that she was in serious pain.
batman!abby who came up with an excuse to sit out of work some time, telling her partnering companies she needed to look after a family issue abroad for a while. She fought hard to keep herself moving that week but could only do so much.
Nevertheless, she still went out scoping the city, not doing too much physically but still trying to sever any suspicious ties to her everyday life.
batman!abby who’s spent nearly three months recovering, but once she finally got back on her feet, she was in full force on the streets of Salt Lake City.
One night she was investigating an alarm that was set off in a rather large and expensive museum downtown, everything looked fine from the outside making her feel a bit off.
“Manny.” She whispered as she made her way into the museum, unseen, unheard, undetected. “What? You call me mid mission? How unprofessional Abbs.” He scolds.
“Shut up! Are you sure this is the right place? Everything seems-” She flew back after getting kicked in the chest by something or someone? She spun around, searching for whatever the hell it was, the place was dimly lit but she for sure knew she wasn’t losing it.
“Who’s there?” She asked aloud, trying to deepen her voice to sound intimidating, a laugh echoed through the dark. “You’re so easy to scare.” She could hear the smile in your tone.
You gently plopped down on top of one of the museum cases, watching her wonder in the dark. “Is this your first time or something?” You asked sarcastically, moving through the dark.
“Where the fuck are you? Come out!” She yelled, holding a strong stance. “Uh-uh, not that easy.” You sang, giggling before attacking her.
Left, Right, Knees, she didn’t hold back but you enjoyed the fight. You slipped past her somehow, almost like you’d dissipated before her “What the fuck?”
You laugh echoed through the halls once more “Thanks for the entertainment, but I got what I need! I’ll see you around.” Abby tried spotting you but there was no use, she could tell by the new silence you were gone. “Shit.”
batman!abby who held a party at her mansion weeks after returning to work as a ‘warm return’ party. (It was manny’s idea)
“I fucking hate this Manny.” She groaned, slouching in her office chair as she looked over her list of guests. “It’ll be fun! Trust me, the guest, the food, the ladies?”
She rolled her eyes.
You had come in contact with Abby while she was on city watch multiple times over the weeks leading up to the party, you were always in the dark, she never saw your face, never got your name — just that very soothing voice, the only thing you let her have.
batman!abby who wore her hair up in a slick bun for the party paired with her best suit, she didn’t bother with a tie for the night instead she left her button up four buttons open — just to seem a bit more social for the night.
She thanked and greeted many guests for coming, but was taken back by you on the arm of one of her coworkers. Your red satin dress fit you beautifully, your skin sparkling in the light and precious jewels sat on your neck.
“Abby! I’d like you to meet someone pretty important,” He turned the attention to you, you gave her a small wave and a warm smile. “She’s working an internship with my right hand man, thought I’d give her the chance to better her connections.” He smiled at you, which you returned seeming genuine but deep down you couldn’t stand the guy.
He was egotistical and a bit selfish, but in times like these all you could really do was sit pretty, smile and wave. “Hope he’s not driving you mad.” Her voice was like velvet, though it felt oddly familiar. She reached a handout for you to shake, her hands were big, a bit intimidating almost but you wouldn’t falter.
“Not completely.” You joked, taking her hand. Her grip was firm, but gentle, treating you like something fragile — like a newly cut crystal. “Good, well I gotta get around to the others.”
“I hope to see you again,” Her tone sent chills down your spine, you gave her a tight lipped smile trying not to seem too giddy.
batman!abby who watched you the entire night, nursing her fourth glass of champagne that she absolutely despised. She watched you uncomfortably dance with Danny, it wasn’t until you made eye contact with her basically pleading for help.
“Danny, I think uh- think Jordan’s calling you.” He was quick to step away, handing you off to her. “Wow, maybe I should buy you a cape.” You joked, wrapping your arms over her shoulders and she hesitantly placed her hands on your hips. “You looked uncomfortable, wouldn’t want that.”
She was enticed by your perfume, a sweet vanilla with a brown sugary undertone “You smell good.” Maybe it was the champagne spilling all her thoughts “Awe, thank you.” You smiled, her grip on your hips was strong but not enough to hurt you — reassuring in a way.
“Why don’t I- I dunno, stay the night?” Your smile was filled with mischief, Abby should’ve said no, but hell she’d been rather lonely lately.
batman!abby who let you stay the night after everyone had left, telling Danny she called you a ride home after you had one too many drinks. “Hope she didn’t embarrass herself?” He asked, leaning against the taxi door.
“Not at all, quite the handful you got there.” She smiled, scratching the back of her neck. He smiled “Glad she made an impression, I’ll see you later boss.” Rolling her eyes as he got in the car, she bid him farewell one last time before returning inside.
Abby turned to lock the door before hearing your voice “I’m guessing he bought it?” Her smile grew before turning around “He-”
On the last step of the large staircase, you’d taken off your dress now in thigh thigh stockings and underwear, boobs on full display. “Fuck me.” Abby whispered to herself.
“Sorry, the dress was suffocating.”
batman!abby that had you pinned beneath while you made out with her for a while but got nervous when you reached for her belt.
“I- god this is fucking embarrassing,” She was coaxed trying to explain it to you, but she didn’t want to scare you off. “Hey, it’s ok. We don’t have to go any further than this if you don’t want to.” You said, brushing her hair back with your fingers, she was so relieved you understood — but that didn’t stop her from leaving a few pretty marks along your skin.
batman!abby that offered you clothes to wear home the next morning, having Manny drop you back home, her one of many ‘treats’. She would later realize her favourite watch went missing while getting ready for a meeting a few days later. “The fuck?”
batman!abby who went scoping the city, stopping multiple calls and alarms. “He’ll manny, this place only gets worse by the day.” She uttered, walking back to her Batmobile, leaving a few criminals tied up in the alley.
“Ah, there’s not my we can do but fight it boss, and pray that they’re too scared of you to continue their-”
Another alarm came through, a local jewellery shop. “Well, the night only gets longer.” She sighed.
batman!abby who arrived to find the place spick and span. “Manny, this is the second time we’ve had some shit like this.” She whispered.
“Funny we keep meeting like this,” You purred from somewhere in the room, Abby spun on her heels. “You again?”
“Don’t sound so excited.” You joked, stepping out from the shadows you stood before her. Your hair now platinum blonde and your suit all white, of course she didn’t recognize you — nor you did her. “The night has only just begun.”
It was a familiar tone, but Abby couldn’t dwell on it for too long. She threw a batarang at you, in hopes to catch you off guard and tie you up but the ropes never triggered. The batarang never hit you, instead it fazed right through you. How?
“Oops,” You giggled, she launched at you and you- melted? “What the fuck!” She looked around trying to figure out where you slipped off too. You whistled, catching her attention “Behind you babe.”
She turned back around, before she could react a large prick flew at her head, knocking her off her feet. Winded, she laid on the ground, shocked at how much power was behind that throw. “Sorry Batts baby, I’ve got somewhere to be. Same time next week?”
batman!abby who was now set on catching you, whenever there was an alarm or some sort of call for her to answer she’d only hoped it was you waiting for her at the scene.
batman!abby who finally saw you at work, you’d brought Danny coffee and a croissant. Greeting everyone in the office, and going over to her last. “Miss Anderson, it’s so good to see you again!” You smiled, feigning an innocence she’d easily fall for.
“No need for formalities, call me Abby.” She smiled. “Well, Abby, it’s good to see you again.” You said tilting your head to the side, she could see one of the hickeys she’d left close to under your ear. It was faded now and slightly covered with makeup, but of course only the artist would be able to see their art.
“I’ve been thinking- ” you began, Abby was intrigued, watching your lips move and watching your little fidgety habits — nervous habits.
“You’re a smart woman, you built your own empire on your own with just your brains, built two hospitals with revolutionary technology. Hell, my mom works at one of the labs you donated too!” You pushed a few loose strands of hair behind your ears as you held onto your work binder rather tight.
“Uhm- but, maybe you could teach me a few things? If you don’t mind, of course!”
batman!abby who couldn’t say no to you, your pleading look did something to her heart. You’d managed to get under her skin in such a short time, she was almost impressed. Completely forgetting to confront you about her missing watch, she’ll probably just ask you later.
The two of you stayed back late in her labs, showing you everything she knew. You were like a sponge, taking in everything — she was blown away about how serious you were.
She’d brought you both something to eat one night, the two of you working away at the broken down sonogram she’d been showing you. “See those wires? Yeah they’re- not supposed to do that, like at all.” You chuckled.
batman!abby who was a bit flustered when you looked up at her from your spot on the ground. “I’m so sorry!” You muttered, you dropped your coffee right below the two of you. Looking up at her with soft eyes, you were worried she’d ask you to leave.
“It’s- It’s fine.” She stuttered, you took a quick glance at her belt then back up to her. “I’ll get this cleaned-”
“No need, the Janitors should be doing one last night round before leaving.” You stood from your spot on the ground, the two of you having little space between each other. Abby pursed her lips together before rolling her eyes playfully “Fuck it.” Using one hand she pulled you into her, lips crashing into yours.
Abby spared no time, taking you to her car, the large Escalade had lots of room in the back. The two of you feverishly making out in the back seat, it caught you off guard when she popped your blouse open — though you wanted to see just how far she’d take you.
Wasn’t until she pushed your pencil skirt above your hips, you placed a gentle hand on hers pulling away from her. “Abbs, you know I’m all for this but- are you sure?” You asked softly, giving her soft eyes trying to somehow empathize with her.
She thought about it for a minute, you thought she was reconsidering but only gods knew what would come out of her mouth. “I’ve- I’ve never been with a woman before.” Her ears turned a bright red, you grinned cheekily at her.
“You’re laughing!” She buried her face into your legs, for such a big corporate CEO, she was a very gentle person. “Not because it’s funny, it’s cute-”
“I don’t want it to be cute, I want to fuck you.” She admitted.
She ravished you in the back of her car that night, two fingers deep in your cunt and her lips peppering across your skin. Maybe it was a lucky coincidence, but for a first time you were impressed with how well she worked an orgasm out of you.
Her fingers were thick, a better fill than any you’d had before. Her thumb working your clit like it was second nature, was she sure she hadn’t been with a woman before?
It didn’t take long for her to have you seeing stars, you had a harsh grip on her forearm to keep you grounded. Your brain turned to mush and through all of it, your heels stayed on the whole time.
She let you stay the night, rising to the smell of breakfast and you missing from her bed. Entering the kitchen to find you placing two plates on the counter, you smiled. “I wanted to surprise you, but this works too.”
batman!abby who never seemed to recognize you at night in your villain get up, alerted of another jewellery store break in — but she knew exactly who she was up against.
“Look who’s come to save the day again.”
batman!abby who put up a hard fight, though that wouldn’t last long. “Think I’ve teased you enough about this.” She was confused, until a large piece of concrete flew at her, same as the previous night she fought you.
This time she manage to dodge it, turning to you “How the fuck-”
“Like this.” Abby managed to get around the other large slab of concrete that flew at her, it was a wash rinse and repeat cycle for you two.
Your fights never being that brutal “Later batts!” You mocked, you almost made it out but the sting of cold metal knocked you off your feet. There was a large cut on the side of your face, gushing blood. “Not tonight princess.” She huffed, dropping the metal pipe she’d hit you with.
“Fuck you.” You grunted, feeling the cut and looking at the blood on your fingers. You were fucked, how were you supposed to go into the office with such a large gash on the side of your face?
batman!abby who reached for her cuffs but was stopped when you put a hand out, a large burst of flame causing her to stumble backwards. The fire alarm went off, sprinklers doing their job giving you the perfect distraction to escape.
Regaining her ground, Abby looked around at the now empty room before her. “Damn it.” She muttered before kicking the discarded pipe.
Abby noticed you acting odd at the office the next morning, your hair was oddly parted to one side of your face. She watched you wave to your coworkers from afar, not getting up to do your rounds like usual. So, being the curious woman she was, she went up to your desk “Morning love, sleep well?”
Abby had never seen you intimidated or scared, so to see you flinch when she greeted you worried her a bit. “Morning, Abbs- Abby!” You corrected, the part hid whatever it was well from afar but from up close, she knew exactly what you were hiding.
“Everything alright?” She asked, looking at the bandaids you had over discoloured skin around your eye. you cleared your throat, “Yeah- Yes! Everything's peachy!” You forced a smile which was short lived, a sharp pain erupted under your skin — causing you to let out a small “ow!” And feel around the skin, making sure nothing was bleeding.
“You’re sure?” She asked, brow raised with concern. “Very sure!” You lied straight through your teeth, you had no polysporin or numbing cream at home, you were in a lot of pain.
batman!abby who couldn’t stop thinking about you or your injury. Has someone been hurting you? Couldn’t have been, there’d be more signs of that. Maybe it was an accident, possibly reaching for something from the top shelf which fell and landed on your face? No, that was dumb.
Then she started thinking, your bruise was in the same spot as to where she hit the person she was fighting the night before? Fresh too, it got her mind going “Manny, load up the computer. I have a background check to do.” She said into her watch as she exited the building,
batman!abby who looked pretty deep into your record. Though to her surprise, she found nothing — then she remembered what you told her a few weeks back, your mom worked at one of the labs she donated too.
She recognized your mother when her file came up, it was the same lady who had the bomb strapped to her chest.“Holy fuck.” A pit in her stomach began to grow, making her feel very uneasy. She remembered the look on her fast within her last seconds, complete and utter fear; It made no sense.
Your mother had been one of the best scientists there, when Abby came in and dropped a pretty big donation to their cause she’d been promoted not long after, but it didn’t add up. You’d told her that your mother still worked there — unless that was now a very obvious lie?
batman!abby who used her information to find you, under an entirely different name than what you introduced yourself as. She tried disregarding it but it only made the pit grow more, though what really did it was reading your most recent documentation.
“How’s it going boss?” Manny asked, placing down a cup of coffee on her desk. Abby didn’t respond, still reading the file “Damn, Abbs. Was her pussy that good, she’s got you looking up her files?” Abby took a step back from her console, her breath ragged as she ran panicked hands through her hair.
“Abbs?”
“It’s her.”
tags - @machetegirl109
a/n - I feel like this is messyyyyy, but I like, anyways first lil Abby fic how do we feellll 😛. I’m gonna go work on the 12 other drafts I have waiting for y’all anyways, bye-bye ⛧彡
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
before i go to bed because im ill again i just briefly want to say that white people's adoration and frankly over the top love of (certain) animals taking precedence over their care about people of color is disturbing and needs to be dealt with. saw an insta reel today of a girl who adopted a cat whose owners were abducted by ICE and the comments were just filled with "omg the poor cat!" "i feel so bad for the cat!" "omg it probably thinks it was abandoned!!!" "omg the cat!!" okay and what about the owners. what about the people who owned that cat and loved it and will probably never see it again. the owners that like no one knows the names of? the owners? like the people that owned the cat that got kidnapped so suddenly their cat was just left? what about the people. the owners. like remember them? people who are living their worst nightmare?
or the way yt people will prioritize animals in gaza over the humans that live there. or the way yt people will prioritize animals over like real human laborers farming in unsafe and deadly conditions for their agave or whatever vegan trend of the month. or the way yt ppl will tout ecofascist talking points in favor of animals and against human beings. or the way yt people try and push universal veganism instead of food sovereignty and dismiss the culinary traditions of indigenous groups. and and and
thinking maybeee.. hmm.. bestie ellie nd practice kissing ? seriously my fav trope :p
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀practice kissin' with the best friend .
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀bestfriend!ellie williams & fem! reader.
⠀tooth rotting fluff awkward flirting ellie being secretly nervous reader being called bunnie practice kisses turning real shared hoodies comfort food after midnight sleepy cuddles college au
ellie swore this was “for educational purposes.”
which was exactly why you were trying not to laugh as she sat cross-legged on your dorm room floor, scratching the back of her neck while refusing to look directly at you.
“i’m serious,” she mumbled. “what if i finally pull somebody hot and i suck at kissing?”
“ellie,” you snorted, hugging your pillow to your chest, “you literally rejected someone last week.”
“yeah, because i was busy.”
“busy playing minecraft.”
“exactly.”
you laughed louder at that, and ellie’s mouth twitched into the smallest grin before she pointed at you dramatically. “see? this is why i came to you, babe. you’re experienced or whatever.”
“or whatever?” you repeated. “wow. so flattering.”
“you know what i mean.”
she looked cute like this — oversized hoodie, hair messy from running her hands through them all evening, glasses slipping down her nose while chemistry homework sat abandoned beside her. the little lamp near your bed painted everything warm gold, making her freckles stand out more than usual.
you tilted your head. “so your solution was asking your best friend to make out with you?”
ellie went pink instantly.
“practice kiss,” she corrected weakly.
“right. academic research.”
“exactly.”
silence settled for a second before ellie groaned and covered her face with both hands. “forget it. this sounded less pathetic in my head.”
“ellie,” you said softly, smiling despite yourself.
she peeked through her fingers.
“c’mere.”
that got her attention immediately.
ellie crawled onto the bed beside you slowly, like she thought you might change your mind halfway through. she smelled faintly like peppermint gum and laundry detergent, and when her thigh bumped yours, you noticed how tense she was.
“you’re nervous,” you teased.
“am not.”
“your hands are shaking.”
“that’s called a medical condition.”
you laughed quietly before reaching up to fix her glasses for her. ellie went still at the touch, eyes flickering between yours and your lips so fast it almost made your stomach flip.
“okay,” she whispered. “so… how do we do this?”
“you’ve kissed people before.”
“not properly.”
“what does that even mean?”
“i don’t know!” she huffed. “movies make it look easy.”
“movies also made you think you could pass chemistry without studying.”
“low blow.”
you smiled, softer this time. “just relax.”
ellie nodded once. then twice.
then she leaned in too fast and accidentally bumped her nose against yours.
you burst into laughter.
“oh my god,” ellie groaned, immediately trying to pull away. “i’m actually never speaking again.”
“no, no, come back here.” you grabbed the sleeve of her hoodie before she could escape. “that was cute.”
“don’t call it cute. that’s humiliating.”
“ellie.”
she looked at you again, cheeks pink enough to make your chest ache a little.
and then, quieter, you said, “just kiss me.”
this time she did it slowly.
hesitant at first — barely there, just soft lips brushing yours like she was testing whether she was allowed to want this. but the second you kissed her back, ellie made the tiniest surprised sound into your mouth.
your hands slid into the curls at the nape of her neck while hers found your waist carefully, like she still couldn’t believe this was happening.
the kiss deepened for only a moment before both of you pulled away laughing breathlessly.
“well?” you asked.
ellie stared at you. “i think i need more practice.”
“oh, do you?”
“scientifically speaking.”
you rolled your eyes, but she kissed you again before you could answer.
and again.
little quick kisses in between giggles and teasing comments and ellie mumbling horrible chemistry pick-up lines against your mouth.
“are you made of copper and tellurium,” she whispered seriously.
you groaned instantly. “absolutely not.”
“because you’re cute.”
“that was awful.”
“you still kissed me after.”
fair point.
by midnight, your homework was completely forgotten. empty takeout containers sat abandoned on your desk while some random movie played quietly in the background neither of you were actually watching.
instead, ellie had you tucked against her chest beneath a pile of blankets, her chin resting on top of your head while she absentmindedly traced shapes into your arm.
“so,” you murmured sleepily, “think you’re ready for real kissing now?”
ellie smiled into your hair.
“nah,” she said. “might need another lesson tomorrow.”
𓂃' 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓 ﹕ hey guys, just wanted to post this just because, you don't have to like it but don't send me hate , okay bye . . .
your beloved girlfriend recently turned you into a vampire at your request, but there's one thing she forgot to warn you about — just how much your growing fangs would hurt
content: vampire!caitlyn, vampire!reader, biting, teething, sfw, intended lowercase, second person pov, made up vampire lore don't fact check me, they have blood in this, and tears, fluff, mentions of 'blood servants', reader is very obsessed, first time but not in the way you think, praise.... word count: 0.9k note: take a shot everytime i say neck (please don't)
"how did you cope?" you whine, eyes wet with unshed tears. there's an icepack pressed to the side of your mouth, but it's only enough to slightly dull the pain, not stop it completely.
caitlyn doesn't need to ask what you're talking about, since you've been complaining of a toothache for the past week now, a side effect of developing fangs. she puts the book she was reading down, sympathy marring her face as she turns to you. the whole point of turning you into a vampire like her was so that you would be safe — or at least safer — from harm, and yet here you are, hiding your face in your hands in a feeble attempt to block out the pain.
"i was born a vampire," caitlyn gently reminds you, "so everything happened when i was a baby. i don't remember it much, except my mother told me i absolutely devoured all my chew toys when i was younger. didn't i buy you some, too?"
when you look up at her, it's a pitiful sight. salty tears stain your face, while your eyes are all swollen and red. "you did, but they're not—" you can't explain it, but the chewing tools she gave you to help aren't satisfying you. you need— you need flesh, as weird as it sounds.
"i know, i know, but you're not ready to feed from humans yet."
in this state, the second you bite into a blood servant, you'll lose all sense of self control and end up completely draining them, so, like all new vampires, you have to drink blood from a cup via straw. it's quite frankly insulting. "i can't take this, cait."
"you could bite down on me?" she offers after a moment of contemplation. most vampires prefer to bite humans instead of their own species, since the taste is much sweeter. caitlyn herself has never had much of a preference, and she suspects you don't care about trivial things such as blood flavours in your desperate state.
and fuck, her suggestion sounds good right about now. you can imagine it so clearly, your teeth sinking down into her tender flesh while your lips suck at her soft skin, tongue lapping over the puncture points to soothe the ache. it wouldn't be like a blood servant, there's a certain intimacy that they just can't provide. but your girlfriend can.
"are you sure?" as much as you both like it rough, you don't want to hurt her, and who's to say you'll be able to control yourself once you get a taste?
caitlyn doesn't seem to share your concern, however. "your fangs are—" she hesitates, not wanting to offend you, "dull. they will not harm me.'
"right, i have to wait to have big and sharp fangs like you do," you complain. it's not like you thought being a vampire would be easy, but you did expect to be stronger. aren't vampires supposed to be stone cold and have pain tolerances of steel instead of being taken down by toothaches? or have you just been reading too much vampire fiction? caitlyn would definitely argue the latter.
"don't fret over it, darling. in time, i'm sure your fangs will grow even sharper than mine," caitlyn soothes, motioning for you to sit on her lap. whatever book she was reading beforehand is long discarded, all of her attention on making you feel better.
"i doubt that," you mutter under your breath, but make your way to her straddle her lap regardless.
in response, she loosens her robe and pulls her blue hair to one side, baring her neck to you. almost immediately, you reach out to touch the smooth skin, dragging a nail down the side of it. she's so soft under your fingertips, you're practically drooling at the thought of sinking your teeth in, the thought of watching the black blood trickle down her pale neck before lapping it up in one quick motion, unable to resist.
she places a hand at the back of your neck, guiding your head to where she wants you. both your hands grip her tightly, one on her arm and the other on the side of her neck, nails digging into her flesh. it takes a few tries before your teeth manage to puncture her skin — standard for a new vampire but embarrassing nonetheless — but succeeding makes it all worth it.
all the pain you've been feeling since you turned fades away, the only room left in your body reserved for the sheer pleasure of her blood hitting your tongue for the first time. it tastes a little bitter at first, a shift from the sickeningly sweet human blood you've been getting used to up until now, but you find yourself preferring it, and feeding from the source is far better than all the straw bullshit you've had to put up with.
"you're doing so well," caitlyn praises, a little breathless. she can't remember the last time somebody drank from her, but even then she knows it never felt as good as this.
if there were no consequences, you could go on draining her forever, but you can tell, even in your blood-drunk state, that if you're feeling lightheaded, she almost certainly is. summoning up all the strength you have, you pull away, looking up at her for reassurance that she enjoyed it as much as you did. "was that good?"
"very," she affirms. her neck still glistens with your saliva and she finds herself hesitant to wipe it off. since your teeth aren't that strong yet, the wound won't scar, though admittedly she wishes it would.
"thank you for letting me feed from you, i feel miles better."
caitlyn can't help herself, pressing a tender kiss your lips, "and thank you, for letting me be your first time."
Palestinian children were prevented from going to school by razor wire and israeli soldiers — so they sat down and studied right in front of them (via AndreyX)
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who remembers the exact day she met you, the clothes you were wearing, and the strange twist in her stomach when you smiled at her for the first time.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves spending time with you beyond the sex, who genuinely enjoys your presence.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who prefers giving you cash even though transfers are faster; you notice the way her eyes darken whenever she sees you on her bed, in your underwear or with nothing on at all, counting her money that’s yours now.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who never takes anything as a joke, especially when it comes to you.
One night, joking around, you posted something on your insta story saying you needed 500 dollars to buy ice cream.
Not even ten minutes passed before she called you.
“Were you sleeping, darling?” Her voice sounds soft over the phone, her posh accent thicker, maybe from exhaustion.
“I was about to,” you answer with a small smile.
“Would you mind coming over to my house?” she asks, and you know that even though she’s asking, she expects you to say yes. “To give me a goodnight kiss.”
Even when you tell her it’s too late to be out on the street, she says her driver was already on the way to your house.
Caitlyn wanted a goodnight kiss, yes. But after you give it to her, you notice that wicked shine in her eyes. “There’s a gift for you on the nightstand.” And it’s a stack of hundreds waiting for you. “For your ‘ice cream.’”
You let out a little laugh. “I was joking, you know?”
She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who keeps track of you every second of the day. Even though she says your relationship is just transactional, she can’t stop thinking about you. Flooding you with messages like “good morning, darling. i’ll pick you up in an hour, i want to see you before work.” “have you eaten yet?” “how’s your day going?”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who eats your pussy like it’s her last meal. She loves pleasing you and takes her sweet time doing it.
Your legs are thrown over her shoulders while she gives you a “massage.” Well, that’s how it started, but her lips accidentally found your clit. Caitlyn always starts soft, little kisses against your mound. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, darling,” slips from her lips while her first lick is slow, gentle, just to watch your reaction. “and you taste delicious too.”
The funny thing is you both moan, Caitlyn louder than you. “better than any meal i’ve ever had.”
She can spend forever teasing you, keeping you right on the edge. She smiles when your hands tug at her hair without measuring your strength, she doesn’t care, she loves it.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth, princess? But it’s so hard to let you go, you look so pretty needy.”
At this point she’s basically talking to herself because the only things leaving your lips are whines and moans that make her even wetter.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who shows you off and takes care of you like you’re a jewel, precious, because you are, you’re HER precious girl. She has you as her lock screen, a picture of the two of you at the beach on her computer, and if anyone asks, she smiles. “that’s my girl.” And even though it’s unnecessary, she always puts emphasis on the “my.”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who gives you an extension of her credit card because she “trusts you,” when really she doesn’t care how much you spend or what you spend it on. But if it’s clothes, you have to model every single outfit for her and she enjoys it like it’s a real show.
She’s sitting on the couch in her house, a glass of whiskey in her hands. She takes a slow sip while looking at you like she wants to devour you.
“Give me a little turn, darling,” Caitlyn demands, fingers motioning in the direction she wants you to spin. “That’s it, just like that.” You can hear the desire in her voice, the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing this only for her.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves trying new things with you and never imagined she’d enjoy watching you suck her strap this much. But there’s something so erotic about it, the way you look at her while doing it, how your eyes never leave hers for even a second, not even when she grabs more of your hair, pushing her hips upward, smirking whenever you choke even a little.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who rarely lets you top, but when she’s exhausted or especially needy, she gives herself to you without hesitation. She’s vocal, way more than you expected, and ridiculously sensitive, always asking to be cuddled afterward.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who’s always cold, but some nights, when work overwhelms her or she misses her mother, she calls you without thinking.
“I need you, darling,” is all she says, and you know exactly what’s wrong.
Those nights, she lies beside you, just looking at you at first, stroking your hair, kissing your face. Even though she’s the one who needs comfort, what really gives it to her is the warmth of your body.
“You’re an angel,” she murmurs shyly, hiding her face in your neck, hugging you timidly. “Just stay like this with me all night. Please.”
I genuinely can not stand when there’s a black character in a TV show, especially if it’s a black woman character and she’s shipped with a well-known (male) character that’s beloved by the fandom, but the fandom treats her horribly.
I’ve seen this with every fandom I have been in, and each time it aggressively gets worse. For example, Damon and Bonnie from The Vampire Diaries. I have not read the books, but I have been told they did get together in them, and if I am not mistaken, I believe Ian was at least interested in the idea of Bonnie and Damon being together. When watching the show, you can see the chemistry; it just rubs off on each other. Yes, everyone knows Damon is a problematic character, but when he cares, he cares hard, and that especially goes for Bonnie. I wish the writers (Julie Plec) weren’t cowards and allowed us as an audience to see that side of their relationship blossom.
Then, with Mel and Jay from Arcane, the disgusting things I have seen this fandom do, the lengths that they go to treat Mel as an abuser in the relationship? To treat Mel as trash and not a character with complex qualities, just like everyone else in the show. Which is why I will forever side-eye any and every JayVik shipper. I do not care if you’re not the one perpetuating the stereotypes on Mel, but you being a shipper and seeing fellow shippers be distasteful; the least you can do is call them out on their behavior and make sure you’re not a safe space for them. Some fanfic writers have the nerve to write her as some aggressive black woman, and even Jay as aggressive sometimes, and Victor as the docile, could never hurt a fly character. Which is wrong, it’s disturbing, and it is racism.
Many fandom spaces are full of misogynoir and people who do not care to unpack their ignorance, even pick up a book and see why that is. Two authors I could easily recommend to people would be Bell Hooks and Toni Morrison. You have to do the work on unlearning racist and misogynistic behaviors because it is so deeply rooted in fandoms and other communities.
Whenever a black person decides to ship a black character and a non-black character together, I have seen many non-black people try to correct them, saying, “Oh, they’re just friends, he/she wouldn’t date them.” Are you the writer of the show? No, so what makes it right for you to police that person?
This goes with The Bear fandom and how people treat sydcarmy shippers. Why is it so shocking to you that people ship those two characters together? I personally haven't seen the show fully, but from the many clips I've seen of those two, I can see why people ship them, and even if I couldn’t, it's still not my place to police a person if it’s not doing any harm to anyone, or even the characters.
A lot of people love to humble black shippers and characters and force us into a box of some sort. While their counterparts get a safe space to be themselves.
With the Bridgerton fandom and their mistreatment of Michaela Stirling. It’s not just lesbianphobia, it’s racism, it’s misogyny. I see a lot of white lesbians and non-black lesbians in general forget to mention that racism plays a big role in why people want Michael Stirling and not Michaela Stirling. There are people in this fandom who will use AI and turn Michaela back into a man, but only a white man. As if the Kilmartin and Stirling families aren’t full of black people. I’m not interested in excuses either because more racism will go dismissed.
A lot of people don’t care to realize that if these problems do not get called out in fandoms, then we’ll have a situation like the Percy Jackson fandom and The Flash. As someone who grew up with both of those things, I am extremely tired of seeing the mistreatment of the actors and their characters. You don’t care about black women, you don’t even care about the character, you just want to insert yourself in these situations because of another character you love. A lot of white people have that problem, and we see it a lot in BookTok. I have seen it all my life.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+ only mdni, established but secret relationship, long distance relationship, pussy drunk abby, oral (r!receiving), fingering, soft dom abby, tittie sucking, dirty talk, honestly a bit of feral abby, manny is the king of terrible timing, so is ellie, my favorite tlou doggie makes an appearance.
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.4k
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I finished this one a lot faster than I initially realized so look at me go omg. also anything that I’m writing and posting for this au is gonna be out of order so hopefully it’s not too confusing. but a big shout out to @somebitchprobably for helping me come up with a much better ending line for ellie, I appreciate you bestie <3
It had started off innocently enough.
Just one kiss—that you leaned up to press against her mouth right before she was about to start streaming for the night.
It was never meant to linger, never meant to turn into several.
But both of you were starting to realize as she guided you back onto her bed that just one was never going to be enough for either of you anymore.
“Abby,” you mewl, fingers fisting in her t-shirt as her mouth leaves hot, open mouthed kisses along your throat. “You’re gonna be late.”
Abby huffs softly but descends lower, sliding your shirt up your torso and latching her lips around one of your nipples. She swirls her tongue around the hardened peak, palming the other with her hand until you’re gasping and squirming beneath her. She pauses her ministrations but her lips never fully leave your skin—they just travel lower, until her mouth hovers right over your clothed cunt.
“You want me to stop?” she asks, glancing up at you with a look that makes your whole body thrum in anticipation and need.
“I—fuck,” you start to answer but are immediately cut off when you feel her tongue lightly trace over the skin just below your navel.
“Hm?” she hums, warm hands spreading your thighs open further so she can settle between them. “What was that, baby?”
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” you pant.
Abby immediately sits back up with a wide grin, fingers curling into the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down your thighs in one smooth motion. And fuck, you can feel how wet you are, your thighs already sticky with the evidence of it. But you can’t find a reason to feel embarrassed when Abby practically moans at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” she all but whines, her fingers gliding through your slick center and your hips jolt up when her fingertips brush over your clit. “This all for me?”
She asks like she doesn’t already know the answer.
But you nod anyway, not entirely able to string together a coherent sentence when you feel the tip of her middle finger nudging against your entrance.
“Words, baby.” She reminds you, those dark blue eyes meeting your slightly hooded ones.
“Yes,” you writhe, hips grinding back down against her hand. “Only for you, Abs.”
“Good girl.”
You release a choked noise when she finally dips her head between your thighs, obscenely spreading you open with her fingers and dragging her tongue from where your arousal pools at your entrance—all the way up to your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” you cry out again, your fingers tangling in her already loose braid.
Abby hums against you, her tongue sliding deep inside you before she’s circling it back up and over your clit again. She repeats these ministrations for a long while, until your thighs start to tremble around her head but somehow it’s still not enough.
“Abby,” you pant, gripping her wrist and guiding her hand between your legs. “Need your fingers, now.”
“So bossy,” she chuckles and you can almost feel the way she’s smirking against you.
But she doesn’t tease you beyond that, instead she glides two of her thick fingers inside you and you practically moan out of sheer relief. Her tongue is back to circling over your swollen clit as she slowly starts to thrust her fingers inside you and the slick sounds that fill her bedroom are downright filthy.
“God, you hear that?” she rasps, her nose nudging against your clit. “How fuckin’ ready you are for me?”
You cry out again when her fingers curl up to rub against that sensitive spot inside you, your core muscles tightening with each firm and calculated thrust. Each one threatens to unravel you faster than you’d ever dare admit aloud.
The tension in your middle coils tight, heat continuing to build between you until the sharp, all too familiar chime of a discord call cuts through the charged haze in the room and you both freeze.
“Shit,” she says under her breath, resting her forehead against your inner thigh. “Impeccable fucking timing, Manny.”
But Abby makes no move to answer it, letting it ring as buries her face back between your legs and you practically melt into the mattress. That sweet relief doesn’t last long though, because all too soon her cell phone starts to ring, buzzing obnoxiously on the bedside table and she lets out a deep, frustrated groan.
“Abs?” She looks up at you then, a mixture of desire and irritation written all over her features. “Just go log on, he’s not gonna stop calling until you do.”
And unfortunately, you both know you’re right.
It takes a great amount of effort for her to pull herself away from you, and your body involuntary clenches around nothing when she slides her fingers back out.
“You,” she hums, leaning over you to press a hot, wet kiss to your mouth before she pulls away entirely. “Stay put, I’m not done with you yet.”
That subtle threat sends heat curling low in your belly and you grin up at her, giving her a small, lazy salute. Abby scoffs lightly, rolling her eyes but the subtle quirk of her mouth gives her away as she leans down to kiss you again.
“Go,” you laugh against her still eager mouth, gently nudging her away when her discord starts blowing up again.
“Alright, alright.” She relents with a pout, wiping away the remaining slick from her chin with her shirt sleeve as she stalks over to her desk on the opposite side of the room.
She haphazardly sits down and puts on her headset, adjusting her camera so the bed—and you are no longer in frame. Then she’s live.
“Hey guys, sorry about that. WiFi’s been acting up all day.”
You have to stifle a snort of laughter, burying your face in her pillow to muffle it. But the way she clears her throat is a subtle warning in itself. Behave.
“Alright, let’s get Manny patched in here…”
You reach for your phone that was left discarded beside her own on the nightstand, pulling up her stream on the app and turning the volume all the way down.
But her chat already knows something is up.
downwiththethickness69: yo why does she look so dishelved??
gibby420: she’s acting sus 🧐🧐🧐
lurker4life: the vibes are definitely off
look4thelight (mod): for once I have to agree with chat
Abby just rolls her eyes. “You guys are the ones being weird.”
She pulls up the game, trying her best not to think about the fact that you’re laying on her bed—mere feet away—half naked and waiting for her.
“Alright, Manny, you ready?”
Whatever Manny says next is lost on you, but Abby’s shoulders stiffen like he struck a nerve.
“What? I’m fine.”
She queues up the next match, fingers drumming impatiently against the surface of her desk.
“I don’t have any kind of look, you’re reaching,” she mutters.
You bite your lip, holding your phone closer to your face because she absolutely does. It’s a look you’ve seen more and more over the last few months, she’s softer around the edges and it makes your heart thud erratically in your chest.
“Alright, alright. Just shut up and watch my six,” she huffs, muttering a small pendejo under her breath.
Everything seems to settle after that, the room falling into an easy silence that’s only broken by the sharp clicks of her mouse and the steady tapping of keys. But Abby doesn’t fully relax, not like she usually does on stream—because she’s far too aware of you.
You can tell in the way her attention flickers, how she seems to track every small movement you make on the bed behind her. Every shift of the blankets, every subtle adjustment of your legs pulls just enough of her focus away that on more than one occasion she misses a shot. And each time, you have to bite back a laugh.
Her chat, of course, doesn’t miss a thing.
simp4abby: she’s awfully distracted today
darkblade28: I swear I keep hearing shit in the background 🧐🧐
Abby tries to remain outwardly calm, ignoring it as she rolls her shoulders and tries to lock back in.
But then…
Your phone rings—loudly.
Ellie’s contact photo flashes across your screen and you curse softly, nearly dropping the phone on your face in your rush to shut the ringer off.
But the damage is already done.
abbysleftbicep: SOMEONE ELSE IS THERE
clihrider: THERES NO FUCKING WAY
ruthlessxghost: ITS HER ISNT IT??? FINALGRL IS IN SEATTLE???
Abby groans, dragging a hand down her face and shaking her head. “Guys, stop, alright? No one’s here.”
look4thelight (mod): that was sooo not convincing abby
Your phone starts to ring again almost immediately, but this time you manage to silence it before it causes any more problems.
Still, you know Ellie and she isn’t going to stop hounding you until you finally pick up.
So you carefully slip off the bed, making sure you’re still out of frame and quietly sneak out of the room.
“Ellie,” you hiss into the receiver once you’re a safe distance from Abby’s room, lowering your voice as you glance down the hallway. “Now is really not a good time.”
From the living room, Bear lets out a loud, dramatic yawn and stretches, hopping down from the sofa and padding over to you. He gently bumps his snout against your knee, whining softly.
“Hey, mister man,” you coo softly, scratching behind his ear. “Who’s a good boy?”
“Mister man?” Ellie echoes with a snort. “Who the fuck are you talking to?”
“Bear,” you say automatically, smiling widely when he nuzzles his face further into your hand.
“Bear? Who the hell—”
Then it clicks.
“You’re at Abby’s, I fucking knew it!”
“No I’m not,” you respond too quickly.
“Yes, you fucking are. DINA!” Ellie shouts and you wince, pulling the phone away from your ear. “You owe me $20 bucks!”
“You guys were betting on me?” you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Not just you,” Ellie scoffs. “Both of you. But don’t act so surprised, both your chats have been calling this shit out for months.”
“And what exactly was the bet?”
Dina’s voice cuts in then, voice laced with a mixture of amusement and disappointment. “To see which one of you caved and flew out first. But unfortunately for me, I was betting on Abby.”
“You guys are ridiculous, you know that?” you sigh.
“Says the one pretending she’s not totally in love with—”
“Don’t,” you cut in, glancing down the hall toward Abby’s room.
There’s a beat of silence.
Then Ellie is laughing, harder than before. “Oh my god. You are in love with her!”
“I didn’t say that—”
“You didn’t have to,” Dina chimes in sweetly.
You lean your head back against the wall with an embarrassed grunt. “Can you guys not do this right now? She’s literally streaming in the other room.”
“Yeah, we know,” Ellie says, rather smugly. “That’s why I called, we’ve been watching the entire time.”
“Ellie, I swear to god if you—”
“Relax, we aren’t gonna rat you out.”
“Yet.” Dina finishes. “Watching you both try and fail to act like you aren’t down bad for each other is the most entertaining part of this entire thing.”
“Okay, I’m hanging up now,” you huff, pulling the phone away from your ear.
“MAKE SURE TO SHUT THE CAMERAS OFF BEFORE YOU START SUCKING FACE!” Ellie shouts and you immediately end the call.
“What am I going to do with them, Bear?” you murmur, giving his ears one final scratch before the sound of his automatic feeder has him bolting out of the room and toward the kitchen.
You release a small laugh, standing there for just a moment longer before you make your way back down the hall, your phone still warm against your palm.
Abby is mid-match when you slip back into the room.
She doesn’t look back at you, but the way her hand tightens on the mouse tells you she’s all too aware of your presence again.
“Manny, if you don’t cover me—” Abby cuts herself off, missing two more shots when you settle back onto the bed.
You press your lips together, but it’s useless because a soft laugh escapes anyway.
Abby’s shoulders tense. “Fuck, I swear I had that.”
You decide to take pity on her then, already knowing that her chat and Manny must be roasting the hell out of her for her unusually poor performance tonight. But part of you can’t help but feel a subtle twinge of pride, knowing that she’s off her game entirely because of you.
So for the next half an hour you try to stay as still as possible, but every quick-witted comeback she spews into the mic has that familiar heat sparking between your thighs and the harder you try to ignore it—the worse it becomes. So you stretch yourself out on the bed, desperate to release some of the tension in your limbs. Her t-shirt that you’re wearing riding up your bare thighs and you release a soft, breathy sigh of frustration.
And that’s what finally breaks her.
“Manny, one sec,” she mutters, before pulling her headset off. “There’s something I gotta take care of.”
Abby spins in her chair then, her dark eyes focusing on where you’re lounging across her bed.
The chat explodes in an instant, messages flooding in rapid succession across her screen before she ends the stream with one firm click.
She says nothing as she pushes her chair back, rising to her feet.
“Abby,” you murmur, scooting back until your shoulders meet the headboard—your tone low and teasing. “They’re absolutely going to clip that, you know.”
“Don’t care,” she rasps, crossing over to you in three long strides.
You release a small squeal when she wraps her fingers around your ankle, dragging you back down the mattress. Her warm hands slide up your calves to spread your legs apart, one of her knees pressing down into the edge of the mattress between them.
“What about your stream?” you ask, slightly breathless as she leans over you, her nose nudging yours.
✿ . ˚ . ˚ . ˚ ✿. femme!reader x abby anderson. , nicknames (sweetpea, sugar, babydoll, etc!!) , spoiled!reader, crybaby!reader, fingering, pussy slaps, thumb in mouth, , abby is kinda mean, but not really!! mainly condescending!! controlling!abby!! (might be a lil rusty, but we back asf!!)
“Cmon now, baby. You know I ain’t mean it like that earlier!”
“Yes you did, Abigail! It was in your tone!”
You and your currently-asshole girlfriend were not on good terms after your day out to the county’s thrift store, all because she found the dress that you picked out was too ‘short’ and how she didn’t like it. Ridiculous.
The dress wasn’t even that short actually. She was just being dramatic over it! Which is why you’re here now—having this petty argument over a dress.
You settled on the couch with your arms crossed as Abby leaned against the counter, eying you closely as she held her an ice cold beer; eyeing you as if she was ready for your yelling.
“Don’t throw a fit on me.”
“I ain’t.”
“Yeah?”
“I said no, didn’t I?” You snapped at her with venom on your glossy, pouty lips before shrugging her away. Abby still stayed. She was used to it.
“Sweetpea, all I said was that I ain’t like the length of it—“
“Oh my goshhhhh, Abby! You made it seem like I was some spoiled little girl upset for not getting my way! I said I was over with it!”
You were, in fact, not over it.
Abby exhaled briskly before stalking over to you, standing over you as you avoided her eyes. “Look at me.”
Not even a glance.
Abby didn’t say anything; only grabbing your chin to force your eyes up at her as you pouted. She stared down at you with that look in her eyes, almost daring you to try her. “I asked nicely—you know I don’t like it when I have to repeat myself. Why you makin’ me repeat myself?”
When you didn’t answer her immediately, her grip on your chin tightens just a tad to make you wince slightly. “You’re not makin’ it any better for yourself, baby.”
The way she could spoke so sweetly, but also firmly made your panties feel tight and thighs squeezed together. Your eyes filled with slight tears as you felt slightly dumb for even trying to catch an attitude over a skirt! A fucking skirt! “I’m…I’m sorry. I knew better, but…I reallyyy wanted that skirt, baby…”
“And I know you did, sweetpea. I know, but I didn’t agree with that length. You knew that. You know I know what’s best for you, honey.”
You nodded slightly as your eyes flickered away, sniffling quietly as you felt embarrassed for even crying. “I’m sorry..”
“I know you are.” She murmured before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead and to your luscious lips, savoring how you practically melted. Her hand came to caress your cheek, watching how you leaned into her touch before her thumb splayed over your lips.
A small grin tugged at your lips as you slowly licked the pad of her thumb before taking it in your mouth, letting her press firmly down on your tongue. Abby’s breath hitched at the sight. It was her weakness. She could never stay mad at her baby.
Only then did she pull away to smile, “C’mon, I’ll make it better.”
“A-abby—shit…” Soft whimpers and moans fell from your sweet lips as you laid splayed on your shared bed, writhing with bliss as Abby’s thick fingers filled your cunt with only two fingers at that. The way she murmured sweet praises in your ear, kissed your eyelids, and occasionally held your thigh down as you tried to squirm away.
“I know, honey. Feels good, yeah? Mhm…” Her voice dripped with amusement and pleasure, watching how her girl slowly lost herself with just some mere fingers. “C’mon, sugar. Talk to me—tell me how it feels…” She knew you were too gone to even speak, but she had to be cruel of course.
“Feels so—fuck—good, Abby…” Your voice cracked slightly as her fingers crooked upwards, massaging that spot that always made you see stars and thighs tremble. “Mm…’m sorry for—ah!—how I acted…’m sorry, baby…”
Abby’s face practically melted at the sweet apology that left your lips, relishing how you could barely even apologize properly without moaning shamelessly. “You’re sorry, sugar? Aw, I know…I know, baby. C’mon, you can make it for me, yeah? I know my sweet girl can…”
The way she talked to you so tenderly and sweetly made your hole clench and eyes water, loving how she treated you like a doll. Despite being a bitch at times, she always treated you with such care and love.
Her firm hand splayed over your lower stomach with pressure, making you squirm as she pressed down and started plummeting her fingers in and out of you like no tomorrow. The noises were utterly filthy. The wet, slick noises of your pussy drooling over her fingers filled the room, along with your pitched moans and gasps.
“Ah shit! A-Abby—I—‘m so close!” Abby only smirked at your pitiful warnings, knowing you were close to breaking just by how your cunt clenched around her like a vice. “Mhm—c’mon, babydoll. Show me how sorry you are…”
With only a couple more thrusts of her fingers and strokes over aching clit, your vision blurred with stars as your thighs trembled with the droplets of slick trickling down. Your body felt utterly hot and dazed, squirming and twitching as she continued to fuck you through your spasms.
Her fingers slipped of your sopping cunt with a lewd squelch just to land a couple slaps over your sensitive folds, making you twitch and squirm. Abby could only coo as you whined, watching how you tried to squeeze your thighs shut only to be spread open again.
“Still with me, baby?” She murmured softly as she gently slapped your cheek to get your attention, noticing how your eyes fluttered in a daze. Your eyes met as a stupid smile tugged at your lips, nodding slowly with a content hum. “Mhm…”
“Thereeee she is. My girl. C’mon, sugar. Let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?”
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