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feel free to send me some short/blurby requests for shane or abby! i'm trying to get over my writing slump ♡

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I love Abby’s pouty downturned lips and the way she’s always so ☹️

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phone sex with vi ୨୧ ♡

wc 1.1k ࿐ late night sex thru the phone , pet names , masturbation , use of a dildo , praise

this was a request but i couldn’t find the ask cs it js disappeared on me ? i hope it gets to u anon ^^

‘ hey, are you okay ? ‘ you questioned through the phone in concern, it was midnight and you were already ready to knock yourself out to sleep. ‘ jus' really miss you. ‘ you heard vi mutter. you let out a frustrated sigh, with such a time that she’d been calling. ‘ i miss you too, but it's really late my love .. is there something you need ? ' you rubbed your eyes from tiredness.

‘ can you turn your camera on ? ‘ she spoke through heavy breaths. ‘ i'm really sleepy vi, what's going on ? ‘ you asked, not receiving an answer from her. ‘ hello ? ' you voiced through the line, waiting a couple seconds, to which she only stayed quiet. ' look, i don't know what's going on— ‘

' y/n.. ' she whimpered, and you froze. finally registering what had been happening. ‘ turn your camera on, just tonight .. please ? ‘ she pleaded, you can hear vi’s soft groans through her words, understanding what she wanted. well, what you both wanted now. you moved one of your plushies in front of you, propping your phone against it before turning on your camera, in which she did as well.

she moved her camera further to where you could see from her abdomen and above. ‘ you see how you got me ? i'd fuckin' kill to have you right now .. ‘ she's tossing her head back and her abs flex, chest heaving up and down, panting and sweating as if she was already sexually frustrated before deciding to call you.

impatiently, you began taking off your panties in front of your girlfriend, her eyes piercing what was hers. ' shit— you're so beautiful, you know ? ‘ her comment making you flustered, which she picked up on. just adorable is all she could think. you spread your legs in her view, trailing your fingers down to your folds. you choked in a breath, rubbing your clit. ‘ there she is .. ‘ vi praised, her motions fastening by the second of watching you.

‘ i wish you were here vi .. ' you whined, the circular repeats already having effect on you. wanting more, you slide a finger in, taking in the slight stretch of your tight walls around you. ‘ yeah, princess ? how do you feel ? ‘ she asked you, being her only focus while hearing the noise of what was slick and wet on her side. you huffed being unsatisfied, in a frown.

‘ my fingers won't reach. ‘ you admitted, the embarrassed expression she knew of, plastered onto your face. you continued pumping, this time two fingers in effort. you weren't exactly happy with the state you were in compared to hers, nor was she happy seeing you in despair. ‘ get the toy. ‘ she commanded, earning your furrowed eyebrows in question. ‘ but you said to not use it when you're not— ‘

‘ i know what i said, baby. don’t worry about that, i'm letting you right now, c'mon. ‘ vi reassured, you nodded before shifting, and opening the bottom drawer beside your bed. taking out the baby pink dildo that had been the first thing in your vision, moving back to your position against the bed. she watched your every move, how you traced it with your kitten licks, how you opened your mouth, sucking the tip, getting it wet as if it were her own strap.

the thought of your mouth wrapped around her making her groan, tossing her head back as you watched her adam's apple peek. eventually, bringing the toy down to where you were desperate of needing it. the head of it parting your wet folds as you bit your lip. ‘ there you go .. put it in angel, imagine me filling you up, yeah ? ' and that's exactly what you did, inching it deeper inside you, picturing it to be her.

' oh my god .. ‘ you moaned, swallowing the lump in your throat. slowly, bringing it back out, in focus of her body over yours. the feeling was way better than your fingers, what you had now was wider and deeper. ‘ that's it .. you with me, gorgeous ? ‘

you nodded at her question, you closed your eyes, relaxed in your bed, thinking of her touching your body instead of your own toy. ‘ vi i really need you .. ‘ you wailed, sinking the dildo into you once again. ‘ fuck, baby. this feels nothing like you do. i want to fuck you so bad. ‘ she hissed, soft groans escaping her mouth, noticing you holding back.

‘ nah cut that shit out, i gotta hear you. let everything out for me. ‘ her words having your lewd whimpers hit her ears, you continued pulling the toy out of you and immediately thrusting it back in, pacing it faster than before. she could see the base of the dildo with a glistening ring around it from all the slick you managed to collect without even orgasming.

‘ prettiest girl i've ever seen, baby. you look so perfect— shit.. can't wait to have you all to myself again, fuck that pussy the way you want me to. ‘ the thought of it making your back arch in eagerness. ' i'm soooo close. please— ' you moaned out. the sound of your voice had her going faster on herself, imagining it was you under her, seeing your expressions, the way her cock would vanish into you, the way your tits bounced with every thrust she gave in.

‘ i want you to cum for me, baby. let me hear my pretty baby's voice— fuckkk. ‘ she trails off as the both of you were at the edge. your eyes flutter closed, the image of her watching every inch of your body, sweating, her shoulders tensing over you, her eyes calculated to every way you reacted, her teeth dug into her bottom lip, her small to sweet praises in your ear ever so often as she hit the spot in you over and over again. ‘ vi— ‘

‘ i know, i know, baby. so fucking good. ‘ she was right on the boat with you. the coil in you winding until your orgasm was close to washing over you. ‘ yesyesyes— i wanna cum .. 'm gonna cum, oh god— i'm cumming— ! ‘ you blabbered all kinds of words as her orgasm ripped through while eyeing you through just a screen, intensely. you can hear her small whimpers over your own moans. ‘ fuck, babe, ‘

you lie there with the toy still inside of you. quiet seconds passing as you took it out slowly, riding out the tiny waves. the both of you catching your breath, looking at each other before you covered your face, holding back a sheepish smile, that only earned a huffed laugh from her . ‘ can't wait to see you. i'll be there as soon as i can tomorrow, take care of yourself for me, yeah ? ‘ she spoke and you nodded in response. ‘ love you. ‘ she finished off, hovering over the red button as she waited for your words. ‘ i love you too. ‘

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Omg holiday fics… I need a Steve and reader under the mistletoe fic (bonus points if like enemies/rivals/frenemies to lovers vibe??) like I need air to breathe

Ahh I missed him! Thanks for requesting <3

cw: alcohol

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 1.7k words

It’s virtually the same as every party you went to in high school, save for the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. Try as Scott’s girlfriend might, she cannot, in your opinion, successfully call this a Christmas party. 

She has made a valiant effort, though. There’s an option of spiked eggnog sitting on the counter beside the cooler of beers, tinsel glitters around the railing of the stairway, and a grocery store cheese plate really adds a bit of class to the center of the coffee table. Unfortunately, the class is sort of nullified by all the bro-ey yelling coming from the beer pong tournament Scott’s holding in the basement. 

“That’s McCreedy,” Steve tells you as a particularly loud whoop comes from downstairs. 

You reach for a piece of swiss, suppressing your smile. “You sound confident.” 

“It’s him. Wait a sec, he’s gonna do his signature yell.” He holds up a hand, ear cocked in anticipation. 

A moment later, a testosterone-fuelled, “Whoo! That’s what I’m talking about,” sounds from the basement. 

You hastily swallow your cheese, covering your mouth to hide your laugh. Steve looks very pleased with himself. 

“Every time he scored a basket for four years,” he explains. 

“Oh my god.” Your laughter is difficult to quell when Steve looks so delighted to have brought it about. You think, not for the first time tonight, that you never expected to be having this good a time with Steve Harrington. “Are we going to be subjected to that all night?” 

Steve grimaces. “Depends. He’s not very good, but if he’s playing someone who also sucks…” 

“Is this the part where you tell me that if you were in there he’d be losing?” You’re a bit surprised at the flirtation in your own tone, but you don’t backtrack. 

“No.” He smiles. “That would be arrogant and braggy.” 

“Not to mention predictable,” you tack on. 

“Right. I’ve been told, uh, that’s not really the best way to get nice girls to like me.” 

You pick up your cup, hiding a smile behind the rim as you take a sip. You’ll have to send a fruit basket to whoever taught him that lesson. The Steve Harrington you knew in high school was absolutely that conceited. He knew he was handsome and charming, and the fact that he knew was enough for you to stay away. He never fell short on girls who wanted him for those things anyway. You didn’t think of Steve much then, only with vague annoyance when he wrapped your teachers around his finger or made your friends ditch you on a Friday night so they could go to one of his basketball games, and then you’d graduated and happily never thought of him again. Until tonight, when you’d shown up for a friend-of-a-friend’s so-called Christmas party and here he was. 

This Steve Harrington seems different from the one you knew. His signature hairstyle has changed, for one thing. It’s grown out a bit, less coiffed, more fluffy. A couple of strands fall into his eyes which he keeps combing back in a way that you hate to find endearing but unfortunately do. He seems to walk more than he saunters, now, too. His mouth doesn’t hold so much smugness in its tilt. This Steve is (seemingly) more interested in talking to you than trying to get you to play seven minutes in heaven or recounting his basketball stats or going to play beer pong with his friends who he claims aren’t his friends anymore. He looks you in the eyes like he’s interested in what you have to say and smiles when you smile.

“I’m going to go get a refill.” You stand with your cup. “Want anything?” 

“Oh, yeah.” Steve picks up his beer, long since empty. “I’ll come with you.” 

For all the self-respect that had kept you immune to him throughout high school, it’s hard not to feel flattered by Steve’s attention tonight. Your face heats as he trails you into the kitchen, not even a full step behind as you go inside. 

“Ooooh!” 

You stop. It’s Sasha, Scott’s girlfriend and the party’s true host, who’s oohed at you, but everyone in the kitchen has turned to look. 

“What?” you ask. 

Nancy Wheeler is refilling the punch bowl of eggnog with another girl you almost recognize. She gives you a look that borders on sympathetic. “You’re standing under the mistletoe,” she tells you. 

You and Steve look up at the same time. Taped to the ceiling above the entryway, like a trap hunters lay in the woods, is a small sprig of green tied with red ribbon. 

You look at Steve. He’s already looking at you. 

“I…”

“No.” Steve’s tone could nearly be called scoffing. “No way. That’s stupid, anyone who walks in is gonna be under it.” 

“Only people who walk in together,” corrects Sasha. It’s clear she’s been waiting for her trap to spring all night. 

Steve shakes his head. “It’s stupid,” he says again. “Right, Robs?” 

He looks to the girl sitting on the counter by Nancy—Robin, you remember her now, she was a couple years below you in school—seemingly for support. 

“Uhh, right,” Robin fumbles. Nancy gives her an amused look. “It’s a stupid tradition, which, by the way, we only do because some old Greek guys thought it would promote fertility, so. It’s sexist, or something.”

Steve nods, satisfied. 

“Still,” says Nancy, a smile playing on the ends of her lips, “it is a tradition.” 

With Nancy’s hand gracing hers, Robin seems to have no rebuttal for that. 

“It’s a bullshit tradition.” Steve reaches into the cooler, not looking at what drinks he grabs before ushering you back out of the kitchen. “Come on.” 

You feel like you have whiplash going back to the couch. Steve’s gotten you both sodas, condensation still dripping off the one he presses into your hand. The tab cracks and hisses as he pops his open. 

“Sorry about that.” He still seems piqued. “I didn’t know we were gonna get ambushed like that.” 

“It’s okay. How could you know?” you reply airily. You crack open your own can, not thinking to check what it is until it hits your tongue. Ginger ale, fizzy and light. “I didn’t know that about the origin of mistletoe.” 

“Yeah.” Steve chuckles drily. “Me neither.” 

“Robin seems really smart.” 

“I’m, like, eighty percent sure she made that up on the spot. But yeah, she’s smart.” 

“Well, I’m just glad we didn’t perpetuate a sexist tradition.” 

You say it lightly, but there’s an odd weight in your chest. You are glad that you didn’t kiss in the kitchen in front of everyone, that Steve hadn’t pressured you like everyone else, but part of you wishes he’d been a little less adamant in his refusal. It’s silly, you know. You don’t think you’d actually want to kiss anyone under those circumstances, so public and contrived, but still. It stings just a little. 

“Do you and Robin hang out a lot?” you ask, trying perhaps a bit too hard to sound casual and disinterested. 

“Yeah.” Steve nods, those couple of strands falling out of line again and into his eyes. “But, you know, we’re just friends. We work together.” 

You raise your eyebrows, disbelieving. 

“Really,” he laughs. “She’s—it’s not like that. Super not like that.” 

“Okay,” you say, believing him. But you’re not done teasing him yet, you decide. “You hang out with a lot of high schoolers, Harrington?” 

Steve guffaws. “Hey, we’re just friends! And Robin’s only a couple of years behind us.” 

You pause, sensing there’s more. “But…” you prompt. 

Steve huffs a laugh, pushing his hair out of his face. “It’s not weird, okay?” 

“Okay.” You settle in. “Tell me.” 

He interrupts himself repeatedly to insist again that it’s not weird, and you don’t doubt him, the look that comes over his face when he talks about the kids fond and brotherly. He gives them free rentals from the video store he works at with Robin, helps them navigate high school drama and crushes, and drives them places when their parents won’t. When you call him a pro bono babysitter, Steve laughs and says, That’s exactly what it is. 

It’s sweet to see how much he cares about these kids, to hear him talk about them like they’re pests he has to wrangle and put up with while smiling like he wouldn’t have it any other way. The Steve you knew in high school didn’t seem to care about much of anyone apart from himself. This Steve is overflowing with sincerity, kinder and braver and more genuinely funny than you remember him. When he offers you a ride home, you accept. 

You don’t bother zipping your coat for the walk to the car. There’s salt on the porch, but still you walk carefully, wary of ice. 

“Hey,” Steve says before you can go down the steps. 

You glance back at him, and he’s looking up. 

“Look.” 

You tilt your head back too. Hung on a string above the entrance to the porch, tied in a red ribbon just like the one in the kitchen, is a sprig of mistletoe. 

“Two?” You laugh, turning towards Steve. “Doesn’t that seem like—” 

His lips capture yours. 

The first press is greedy, overeager, but after a second of you standing still in surprise he starts to back away. His lips leave an impression of warmth on yours. They part on an apology. 

You shake your head, reaching for him. “Wait.” 

The material of his jacket is slippery underneath your fingers, and his lips find yours with the same warmth they left with. Steve kisses confidently, like you knew he would, but also with a curiosity you didn’t expect. His lips close and part over yours like he’s asking, entreating, trying to draw something out. You don’t know that you have the answer, but you kiss his cupid’s bow in consolation. He brings his hands to the curve of your back, squeezing before letting go. 

Your breath puffs in the cold air. “I thought…I thought it was a bullshit tradition.” 

“It’s only bullshit when it’s in a room full of people,” he says. 

You laugh, again surprised at how easily he coaxes it out of you but not as much as you’d been at the beginning of the night. You think Steve’s going to be making you laugh a lot now.

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

fluff ♡ smut ☆ angst 𖦹

➺ 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

say please ☆

i'll keep you warm ♡☆

➺ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧

like a prayer ☆

jealousy, jealousy ♡

taste of you ☆

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the difference in their arms had me shaking and quivering ..

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HOLLLYYYYUY FUCKKKKK

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cough abby

ur voice is so hot can u tell me to shut the fuck up

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NIGHTMARE

(Farm Ellie Williams x reader)

TW: violence, past trauma, blood, panic

SUMMARY: Ellie wakes you up from a nightmare.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m adding to the collection of Ellie Williams fluff because there is not enough.

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“Hey! Babe! Wake up!”

Your eyes snapped open. For a moment, you panicked, thrashing and yelping in fear. You had barely heard your girlfriend. You were hyperventilating, your heart beating so fast.

Your movements were suddenly restricted. You felt someone on top of you, which made you scream, until Ellie’s face popped into your line of vision. There weren't bruises, blood, or dirt on her skin, like there seemingly just had been. That’s when you realized you’d had a nightmare. Your screams turned into quiet sobs.

“Shh,” Ellie cooed, slightly breathless. “It’s me, it’s Ellie. You’re safe, I’m safe, I promise.”

You started to catch your breath, as did she.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered after a minute.

“Don’t apologize, honey,” She said softly. “Please don’t. You can’t help it.”

She gently wiped your tears, watching you with concern.

“What happened in this one?” She asked.

“We were…in Seattle…” You explained shakily. “There were a lot of infected, and-and I couldn’t get them off you, and then more of them came after me-“

“Okay, okay,” She said quickly. “I understand. Deep breaths, baby. Your gonna hyperventilate.”

She smoothed your hair back while you took those breaths. You were sweating, and shaking, your whole body wracked with tension. Those dreams always scared you. They took you right back to the months right after Joel Miller had died, which caused Ellie to go on a killing spree. Of course, you didn’t let her go alone. The process traumatized you both, but you get kept each other sane.

Now, you lived on a very secure farm, yet these dreams made you uneasy.

Ellie layed down beside you, and pulled you into her. She kept one hand on your head, holding you to her chest and playing with your hair, while the other rubbed your back. You were surrounded by her, her scent, her warmth, her protection. In her arms, you felt a bit less paranoid.

“That hasn’t happened in a while…” She muttered, her face buried in your hair.

“Tommy was telling me about patrol the other day…” You whispered. “I shouldn’t have let him.”

“Damn Tommy.” She grumbled.

It was quiet again. You thought she was falling asleep, until she started talking.

“I hate that…you have these dreams.” She sighed.

You shrugged. There was really nothing either of you could do for the nightmares, besides cuddle up afterwards.

“It’s my fault that you get them.” She said quietly.

“Ellie, don’t start-“ You tried to tell her.

“No, listen to me.” She interrupted. “This wouldn’t happen if I had gone to Seattle alone. I’ve…I’ve scarred you, and I’m sorry.”

“Ellie…” You took her face in your hands. “Don’t say sorry. I don’t regret going with you, and I don’t think I ever will. I’m glad I was there.”

She bit her lip. She’d always feel guilty, but knowing this helped.

She let out a breath, and murmured, “Alright…you wanna go back to sleep?”

You hesitated. You couldn’t handle another dream, not that night.

“I’ll keep you safe, baby.” She said softly. “If you get twitchy, I’ll wake you up.”

You gave in, starting to feel sleepy.

She held you as close as possible, letting you nuzzle into her chest. Your eyes got heavier and heavier as she sung to you. You were asleep before you knew it.

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can't stop imagining abby being so condescending and mean when she's fucking you. imagine she's got you bent over and just saying the dirtiest things to you.

"shh, you hear that? she's basically cryin' f'me."

"oh, i know, i know its too much. you're gonna take it though. mhm, yes you fuckin' are."

it's not just her words either. she loves reaching her large arms around you and pinching and pulling you sensitive nipples. and the worst best part is, her arms are keeping you from squirming around and trying to get away from her.

"oh, there she is. shit, babygirl, she's gushing all over me. you like that, don't ya?"

smack! "fuckin' answer me."

basically abby makes you cum as many times as she wants you to.

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bla bla bla proper name.. place name.. backstory stuff...

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i need to be sedated holy shit. someone lock me away

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abby anderson request !! :)

i wanted something where abby is starting to doubt her sexuality and trusts reader to ask questions and just talk about it (reader is a lesbian and they're close friends, it can end up with them kissing — or more, if you're comfortable)

cw: sfw, kissing (a lot of it), descriptions of masturbation (abby), talk of sexuality and questioning sexuality, no physical description of reader

Daily click - Palestine masterpost - TLOU and israel

a/n: thank you for the req !! I don’t write full on smut unfortunately (though I might write some short stuff in the future), but I tried to write a few kinda sexual scenes here and there

wc: idk prob like 1k

divider creds

Abby loved Owen, truly. She was attracted to him: that is what she kept convincing herself of everyday.

Every moment with Owen was a new lie she fed herself.

He was the man she loved. There was nothing she doubted in her relationship with him. The absence of love’s warmth meant to fill her body was her own fault; her inability to reach climax when they had sex was a problem for which only she was to blame.

It doesn’t mean she never tried, though. Abby had spent nights attempting to pleasure herself to the thought of Owen: the only person she should be thinking of; the only person supposed to be capable of reaching her to her climax.

And yet, all she felt was nothing. She laid in her bed, carnal and romantical dissatisfaction utterly consuming her. She was convinced that she was simply incapable of experiencing any sort of attraction exceeding platonicity.

But it only grew more confusing from there.

In another one of her inevitably futile attempts of bringing herself to climax to the thought of Owen, she felt her mind begin to drift to another thought that would hopefully bring her to that much desired release.

She didn’t intend for it to, but the man was just not doing it for her.

That night, she thought of a woman.

That night, she came so hard she swore she could see stars.

A specific woman she thought of in particular, but she would never admit who it was that finally relieved that ache. Not even in the confines of her own thoughts.

And so here she found herself, seated on the soft cushion of your worn-out couch.

You were Abby’s sole friend who was openly lesbian. Abby had seen you bring women over numerous times before. She had listened to your rants about your sexual and romantic encounters with women.

She even helped set you up with one, which harbored a slight odd feeling in the pit of her stomach for a reason she couldn’t quite decipher.

She had thought of it many times: what it was like being with a woman. She didn’t really know what to make of those thoughts. Whether it was mere curiosity, or perhaps something more.

And now here she sat next to you, trying to find the confidence to speak.

She never found it hard to confide in you. Of course not, you were her dearest friend. But this dilemma of hers was difficult to merely utter aloud, even if it is only to herself.

You were on your phone when Abby spoke.

“So… you’re gay,” she started, and she wanted to strike herself as soon as the words left her mouth, because of course you were gay. What kind of opening is that?

“Good observation?” You chuckled, bemused. You placed your phone down, curious as to where she was going with this.

“What’s it like? You know, being with a woman,” she asked, already regretting bringing it up, but she just needed some certainty.

Your eyebrows twisted in confusion at the inquiry. You and Abby were comfortable enough to share anything with each other. Nothing was considered too much information or too uncomfortable to talk about.

It was just an odd question coming from Abby, who you thought was so sure of her sexuality.

“I guess it’s like how it feels for you being with a man.”

God, she hoped not.

“Why?” You asked.

“Just curious, that’s all. Wanna understand your sexuality more, educate myself,” she spoke rather timidly.

You laughed softly. “Oh, because you’re so woke, right?”

Abby could tell you didn’t believe her. In all fairness, she didn’t really put much effort into trying to sound the least bit credible.

She didn’t even know why she was lying to you right now. She trusted you, she always has. This was just a difficult truth to face.

“I don’t know. I’m just feeling a little confused, I guess,” she confessed, shrugging.

“About your sexuality?” Your voice was slow, but your heart beat quicker than ever before.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find Abby attractive. You’ve always had a little childish crush on the blonde, but you constantly found yourself trying to shove your feelings aside, somewhere far away so it could no longer reach to gnaw at your heart.

But now this — this made it all different. You might be getting slightly ahead of yourself, but you can’t help but think that now you might have the smallest chance with her.

“I don’t know— I mean, yeah, I guess,” she said as she fiddled with the seams of her shirt. “Owen’s just never really made me feel… well, anything. Anything you’re supposed to feel with a partner, I don’t feel it. I thought maybe the problem was Owen specifically, but I’ve come to realize that it’s not.”

“But women get you going?”

“I think so,” she admitted, finally. “I tried to think about a woman last night, while, you know…” she trailed off, her skin suddenly feeling very hot at the confession.

“And?” You whispered, feeling just as hot at her confession. “Was it just what you were missing?”

Abby went quiet for a moment, then she answered. “Yeah, it was.”

It was silent. Abby still looked like she had something to say, so you offered no response for a moment.

“But how could I know? I’ve never tried anything romantic or sexual with another woman, so how would I be able to tell? I could just be confused,” she said.

You were quiet, contemplating your next words. What you were about to do could either ruin your friendship, or elevate it to something more. You were relying on the latter.

“You wanna try?” You asked. Your voice sounded bold, but everything within you was shaking with apprehension.

She offered naught but an incredulous look. Her eyes were blown wide, disbelieving.

“What?”

Well, shit.

“I mean, solely for experimental purposes, of course. A kiss shared with another woman, just to be certain,” you explained.

The tension was thick, almost palpable. You were nervous at Abby’s silence and you realized that this is where your boldness gets you.

You were ready for her harsh rejection and the revulsion that would surely be evident in her voice, but then she spoke.

“Okay,” she said. Not a hint of revulsion in her tone. You didn’t know it, but her heart beat just as quick as yours.

“Really?” You asked, surprised as if you hadn’t been the one to offer.

“Well, yeah,” she leaned in slightly, bringing her face closer to yours. “Just for experimental purposes, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” you breathed. You brought your face to hers, and in a split second you closed the gap between you, meeting each other in a slow kiss, your eyes fluttering shut.

Her lips were soft. Her kiss felt nervous, lacking confidence, yet it still exceeded every expectation.

You pulled away once you felt it was enough. You looked at her and waited for what she had to say.

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely gay,” she said and pushed your face right back into hers, meeting your lips in a much more heated kiss.

This kiss, however, held the confidence the previous one lacked, her lips moving skillfully against yours. You waited for the shock to wear off before kissing her back, clearly not expecting her to want more.

You disconnected your lips once again, pulling her face away from yours. “Abby—”

“Just need-” she interrupted her own words to press another swift peck to your lips. “A little more-” another kiss. “Just to make sure,” she said, finally and pulled you in for another kiss. She cupped your burning cheeks with her palms and slipped her tongue into your mouth.

What was supposed to be an innocent kiss, solely for the sake of experiment (how the thought made you laugh now), turned into her exploring your mouth with her tongue and pushing her body against yours. This kiss held no place for innocence now.

She softly moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating throughout your body.

She used her thumb to lightly caress your cheek as she kissed you like her life depended on it. She slightly pulled apart then, nibbling on your bottom lip with her teeth.

As the kiss came to an end, you sat staring at each other, breathless, and oh so blissful.

“You wanna know something?” Abby asked with a dumb smile on her face which brought another smile upon your own. You hummed.

“It was you,” she started, still faintly breathless. “You were who I thought of.”

Your eyebrows rose at the confession. It was unexpected, but certainly not disliked.

What you were more surprised at, though, was how casually she said it, seemingly too blissed out at the moment for any feeling of embarrassment.

“You telling me I was your gay awakening?” You asked, grinning.

“You could say that.” She shrugged and scratched at the back of her neck.

You laughed and scooted closer to her. “Well, I guess I’m honored then,” you said.

“Alright,” she rolled her eyes and laughed. She leaned in then, craving more of your taste.

You giggled into the kiss and pulled away, licking your lips to savor her intoxicating taste.

“I think we’ve already come to the conclusion that you’re gay. You still want more?”

She brought her face closer again and caressed your cheeks. She was close enough that you could feel her breath against your lips.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Now shut up and let me kiss you.”

[maxinesgun]

"people are allowed to dislike abby" how about i fucking kill you how about that...