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acceptance & orgasms was written about mine 🤍 (clutching my clit and your fics like it’s my favorite necklace i won’t let go of)

my live reaction hehe. i aim (try to anyways) to please 🤍i will write more for that au .. soon, yes, soon. <3

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mdni; part one & two roommate!abby x onlyfans!reader masterlist

“abigail, are you watching my videos and touching yourself to them?”

abby knows she’s fucked the second the question falls from your pretty lips. she knows can’t defend herself. can’t say no she wasn’t, can’t look away and deny your question and accusation when the evidence is right in front of you; phone still unlocked beside her and her fingers coated in her slick. she’s well and truly fucked.

you’re standing by the edge of her bed before she has time to react, looking down at her with that subtle smirk that reads i know what you’re up to. abby hasn’t spoken yet, too scared to, afraid to speak because she might break even more. sure, she’s been close to you before, but this is new. this is new territory she isn’t sure she can come back from.

you’re her roommate for god sake. a very pretty roommate who she can’t stop thinking about. “relax, abs, m’not mad,” you muttered softly, the velvet softness of your voice making it worse for her, fingers reaching out and wrapping around her wrist, tugging it towards you. “if anything, i should be flattered you got this wet from my videos.”

“m’sorry, i didn’t know it was you until the first video ended—” the words fall short on her tongue when her hooded eyes look up, lips parting with a gasp at the feeling and sight of you wrapping your lips around her slick coated fingers. “i—i, you’re not mad … ?”

you hum around her fingers, eyes locking with her lustful baby blue ones and you have the nerve to smirk again. “mad? no, sweetheart, never mad.” 

“you sure?” abby could barely think, not when you were sucking her fingers with pure sinfulness, moving closer and closer on the bed, practically half on top of her. 

“never been more sure, baby,” you grinned, brushing your lips against her flushed cheekbone. the action had abby gasping softly under her breath, body trembling beneath yours ever so slightly. “abby?”

“y..yeah?” 

your fingers threaded through her blonde messy hair gently, your touch soft like a cloud, and looked down at her. “gonna let me touch you? wanna finish what you started—”

“you want to—”

the feeling of your lips against her jaw caused her to shiver, the words dying on her tongue as her eyes fluttered closed. “yeah, baby,” you whispered into her skin like a secret only you two would ever know. “wanna make you cum, gonna make you make a mess over my fingers. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

abby hadn’t even realised your other hand slipped into her sweatpants, and down her boxers until she felt the subtle graze of your fingers against her throbbing neglected clit before she was nodding against your cheek. “yes, fuck, please.”

“you sound so pretty when you beg like that,” you hummed and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, fingers rubbing slow circles on her clit. “begging for your roommate to fuck you after watching those videos. tell me something, hm?”

gasping and gripping her bed sheet tightly, abby simply nodded again, gathering the courage to try and form a sentence that won’t have her stammering out. “fuck, anything, ask me anything.”

“did you like my videos?” you asked, tongue sliding over her bottom lip torturously. “did you like seeing me cum all over my fingers? what about watching me squirt because of that vibrator? did it turn you on?”

“yes,” she nodded, whimpering under her breath once your slow circles started turning into faster more harsher ones. “yes, watching you cum turned me on. wanted it to be me touching you, imagined it was me who’s cock you came on, needed it to be me so bad— oh my fucking god.” she cried out, hips bucking up into your touch once you’re slipping one of your fingers inside her cunt, her velvet walls clenching around it, trapping you inside. “mhmm.”

pressing wetter more hungrier kisses to the corner of her mouth, you smile at her struggle to kiss you back and slowly fuck your fingers in and out of her, curling them just enough to have her body jolting and clawing at your wrist, needing more, wanting more. “hear that? hear how fuckin’ wet you are?”

to prove a point, you quickly slipped another finger inside, the gushing squelching sound causes her ears to ring, face to heat up at the pure disgusting obscene sounds you had managed to make her feel just from simply watching you and hearing your voice. “yeah, pussy’s so fuckin’ wet that she can’t even be quiet while i fuck you, greedy,” you laughed, kissing her jaw and fucking them deeper. 

as the seconds pass, the louder abby’s moans and whimpers become; the once almost quiet bedroom is filled with lewd sounds, the softest pleas slipping past her plump lips has you curling your fingers just right, fingertips brushing her walls enough to have her gripping her sheet tighter. “feels s’good, please, need more.” she moans, hooded eyes looking up at you the longer you fuck your fingers in and out of her waiting pussy.

“need more? baby, am i not giving you enough right now?” you mocked, lifting yourself off her carefully; enough to hold yourself up with your other hand, giving your fingers a better angle and hitting that spot that has her seeing stars and toes curling. “yeah, you like that? know you do, can feel it with how much your clenching around my fingers like a needy slut,” you scoffed mockingly before adding your thumb to the mix, rubbing hard fast circles on her clit again, enjoying the way she squirms and whines beneath you. 

the coil in her stomach tightened, a warning; she’s also never come this fast in her life before, but with the feeling of your fingers deep inside her, reaching spots most people can’t or haven’t tried, has her relishing in it. “gonna cum ain’t you? can feel it, baby, you need this don’t you? needed someone to fix it for you,” you continue, fingers stroking her walls deliciously with each thrust. “let me have it, i deserve it for all the times you’ve been in here, fucking yourself stupid to my videos. i deserve your orgasm, abby.”

“cum,” abby panted into your neck, hand tightening around your wrist. “m’gonna cum if you, fuck, if you keep doing that, please—” another moan ripped through her throat as the feeling continued to bubble up in her lower stomach, a continuous warning her orgasm was so so close. “need to cum, just— please, let me cum.”

“show me what my videos did to you. show me what a mess they can make, go on, baby, cum.” you growled into her ear, the pace of your fingers never faltering or slowing.

abby’s body tenses and her orgasm washed over her like a sudden tidal wave, her vision whitened as her eyes rolled back with a mixture of a cry and moan clawing from beneath that had you grinning into her cheek widely.

“squeezin’ so tight, fuck,” you groaned softly against her, fucking your fingers into her through her orgasm, riding out her high. “that’s it, that’s a good girl.” you praised quietly, your fingers slowly coming to a stop as her body trembled the more you continued. “shh, did so good for me.”

“think you broke me.” she managed to choke out with a breathless laugh. 

“hm, not yet, baby, you’d know if i did that,” you teased, lifted your head slightly to look down at her; she was already looking up at you softly. her cheeks deeply red and flushed while her hair matted to her sweaty forehead. “keep that up and i’ll ask you to be in my next video.”

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stalked ur blog shawty, just gotta say, fantastic tits… and i’m sorry u had a bad day, also.

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i love reading a fic that has a picture/header, and i’m staring at the picture for a solid 15 minutes trying to figure out what it is ... and then i realise it’s the side of someone’s face or a picture that i swear is made to think i’m high as fuck. trippy pics that aren’t actually meant to be trippy confuse me

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my new anthem, no one speak to me

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mdni; part one & two roommate!abby x onlyfans!reader masterlist

“abigail, are you watching my videos and touching yourself to them?”

abby knows she’s fucked the second the question falls from your pretty lips. she knows can’t defend herself. can’t say no she wasn’t, can’t look away and deny your question and accusation when the evidence is right in front of you; phone still unlocked beside her and her fingers coated in her slick. she’s well and truly fucked.

you’re standing by the edge of her bed before she has time to react, looking down at her with that subtle smirk that reads i know what you’re up to. abby hasn’t spoken yet, too scared to, afraid to speak because she might break even more. sure, she’s been close to you before, but this is new. this is new territory she isn’t sure she can come back from.

you’re her roommate for god sake. a very pretty roommate who she can’t stop thinking about. “relax, abs, m’not mad,” you muttered softly, the velvet softness of your voice making it worse for her, fingers reaching out and wrapping around her wrist, tugging it towards you. “if anything, i should be flattered you got this wet from my videos.”

“m’sorry, i didn’t know it was you until the first video ended—” the words fall short on her tongue when her hooded eyes look up, lips parting with a gasp at the feeling and sight of you wrapping your lips around her slick coated fingers. “i—i, you’re not mad … ?”

you hum around her fingers, eyes locking with her lustful baby blue ones and you have the nerve to smirk again. “mad? no, sweetheart, never mad.” 

“you sure?” abby could barely think, not when you were sucking her fingers with pure sinfulness, moving closer and closer on the bed, practically half on top of her. 

“never been more sure, baby,” you grinned, brushing your lips against her flushed cheekbone. the action had abby gasping softly under her breath, body trembling beneath yours ever so slightly. “abby?”

“y..yeah?” 

your fingers threaded through her blonde messy hair gently, your touch soft like a cloud, and looked down at her. “gonna let me touch you? wanna finish what you started—”

“you want to—”

the feeling of your lips against her jaw caused her to shiver, the words dying on her tongue as her eyes fluttered closed. “yeah, baby,” you whispered into her skin like a secret only you two would ever know. “wanna make you cum, gonna make you make a mess over my fingers. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

abby hadn’t even realised your other hand slipped into her sweatpants, and down her boxers until she felt the subtle graze of your fingers against her throbbing neglected clit before she was nodding against your cheek. “yes, fuck, please.”

“you sound so pretty when you beg like that,” you hummed and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, fingers rubbing slow circles on her clit. “begging for your roommate to fuck you after watching those videos. tell me something, hm?”

gasping and gripping her bed sheet tightly, abby simply nodded again, gathering the courage to try and form a sentence that won’t have her stammering out. “fuck, anything, ask me anything.”

“did you like my videos?” you asked, tongue sliding over her bottom lip torturously. “did you like seeing me cum all over my fingers? what about watching me squirt because of that vibrator? did it turn you on?”

“yes,” she nodded, whimpering under her breath once your slow circles started turning into faster more harsher ones. “yes, watching you cum turned me on. wanted it to be me touching you, imagined it was me who’s cock you came on, needed it to be me so bad— oh my fucking god.” she cried out, hips bucking up into your touch once you’re slipping one of your fingers inside her cunt, her velvet walls clenching around it, trapping you inside. “mhmm.”

pressing wetter more hungrier kisses to the corner of her mouth, you smile at her struggle to kiss you back and slowly fuck your fingers in and out of her, curling them just enough to have her body jolting and clawing at your wrist, needing more, wanting more. “hear that? hear how fuckin’ wet you are?”

to prove a point, you quickly slipped another finger inside, the gushing squelching sound causes her ears to ring, face to heat up at the pure disgusting obscene sounds you had managed to make her feel just from simply watching you and hearing your voice. “yeah, pussy’s so fuckin’ wet that she can’t even be quiet while i fuck you, greedy,” you laughed, kissing her jaw and fucking them deeper. 

as the seconds pass, the louder abby’s moans and whimpers become; the once almost quiet bedroom is filled with lewd sounds, the softest pleas slipping past her plump lips has you curling your fingers just right, fingertips brushing her walls enough to have her gripping her sheet tighter. “feels s’good, please, need more.” she moans, hooded eyes looking up at you the longer you fuck your fingers in and out of her waiting pussy.

“need more? baby, am i not giving you enough right now?” you mocked, lifting yourself off her carefully; enough to hold yourself up with your other hand, giving your fingers a better angle and hitting that spot that has her seeing stars and toes curling. “yeah, you like that? know you do, can feel it with how much your clenching around my fingers like a needy slut,” you scoffed mockingly before adding your thumb to the mix, rubbing hard fast circles on her clit again, enjoying the way she squirms and whines beneath you. 

the coil in her stomach tightened, a warning; she’s also never come this fast in her life before, but with the feeling of your fingers deep inside her, reaching spots most people can’t or haven’t tried, has her relishing in it. “gonna cum ain’t you? can feel it, baby, you need this don’t you? needed someone to fix it for you,” you continue, fingers stroking her walls deliciously with each thrust. “let me have it, i deserve it for all the times you’ve been in here, fucking yourself stupid to my videos. i deserve your orgasm, abby.”

“cum,” abby panted into your neck, hand tightening around your wrist. “m’gonna cum if you, fuck, if you keep doing that, please—” another moan ripped through her throat as the feeling continued to bubble up in her lower stomach, a continuous warning her orgasm was so so close. “need to cum, just— please, let me cum.”

“show me what my videos did to you. show me what a mess they can make, go on, baby, cum.” you growled into her ear, the pace of your fingers never faltering or slowing.

abby’s body tenses and her orgasm washed over her like a sudden tidal wave, her vision whitened as her eyes rolled back with a mixture of a cry and moan clawing from beneath that had you grinning into her cheek widely.

“squeezin’ so tight, fuck,” you groaned softly against her, fucking your fingers into her through her orgasm, riding out her high. “that’s it, that’s a good girl.” you praised quietly, your fingers slowly coming to a stop as her body trembled the more you continued. “shh, did so good for me.”

“think you broke me.” she managed to choke out with a breathless laugh. 

“hm, not yet, baby, you’d know if i did that,” you teased, lifted your head slightly to look down at her; she was already looking up at you softly. her cheeks deeply red and flushed while her hair matted to her sweaty forehead. “keep that up and i’ll ask you to be in my next video.”

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PART 3 WHEN?!

i’m currently 250 words in 🫶🏻😭 we’re slayin and strugglin away

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mdni; original idea/part 1 here. roommate!abby x onlyfans!reader masterlist

it’s been a week. a slow antagonizing week since abby subscribed to your OF. a week of avoided looks, short and clipped responses to whatever you ask her. she’s not embarrassed or mad that you do it, no, she’s trying to keep down her own emotions about how she feels knowing she’s watched you, found herself growing hotter and weaker in the knees when her brain thinks back to the video.

so she does what she always does when she sees something. she avoids and barely says a word. you’ve caught onto her, not that you’re aware of why she’s not giving you much in response, but you’ve noticed how she leaves the room way too quickly, can’t make eye contact or form one coherent reply that’s longer than 2 words without stuttering at least once.

you just finished up one of your videos, skin slick with sweat, breath still heavy and legs wobbly as you remove the messy bed sheets from your bed. why hasn’t abby spoken to you today? granted it’s early morning but she usually communicates three times before she leaves for work, but nothing, not even a single acknowledgement of you being home. 

was she even home herself? had she left already without as much as a goodbye?

the entire apartment is silent when you finally come out of your room, a hoodie thrown on and feet covered with some fuzzy socks. you notice her door was closed, but you don’t make an effort to move towards it and knock, wanting to know, demanding why she was being weird. so you didn’t. you simply walked away to put your sheets into wash.

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when the time came, abby didn’t end up going to work. called in sick, said she would be back in a few days. how could she go in? if she did, all she’d be thinking about is you. the video. all of the videos. especially the one she scrolled down far enough for last night after she promised not to lurk. not to invade your privacy. the video was dated 6 months ago; when you had gone on holiday with your family, asked if abby wanted to go but couldn’t because she had her own family dinners to attend but she couldn’t get it out of her head.

alone in a hotel somewhere in the world, time to spoil myself!

the video started innocently, your honey laced voice asking sweet questions but got more dirty as the seconds passed. skin completely exposed, cunt lazy grinding down on one of the silk pillows, an elicit moan clawing out your throat each time your clit rubbing against the fabric deliciously. the soft whimpers and yeah just like that, and feels s’good, you like that? was etched into her brain, couldn’t get it out no matter how hard she tried. your hips move rhythmically against the pillow, hard, faster, slower, practically taunting her and still having no idea.

abby didn’t even realise she had pulled up the video on her phone, can’t even remember when she picked up the fucking phone for a start, but her eyes were glued to the screen; taking in every muscle twitch, every second that you had stopped, slipped your fingers into your soaked cunt, curled them and fucked yourself down onto them with vigor, breathless whines and whimpers filling her phone speakers as more time passed.

her own hand was down her sweatpants before she could blink, rubbing her slick over her throbbing clit, rolling her finger in a constant eight motion. this was drawing the line surely . . . wasn’t it? she shouldn’t be touching herself to your videos, right?

the sound of your high pitched whine through the speaker had her hooded eyes opening slightly, throat drying up at the sight of your hands cupping your tits, pinching the hard bud, cunt grinding down harder on the pillow. her room a mixture of your moans as well as her own as she slips two fingers into her pussy; walls clenching around them tightly. 

abby hasn’t looked away from her phone once, blue eyes still glued to the video, cunt clenching around her fingers each time she watches you desperately get off on the pillow and your own slender fingers. the sight of you sweating, muscles tensing with each ground of your hips has abby groaning softly under her breath, biting back moans each time she curls her fingers inside her pussy, moving them in and out faster with more precision. 

hah, like watching me make myself cum on a pillow? pussy so wet and ready for you . . . mhm, love watching you fuck yourself to me. want you to keep going, wanna make you cum too. abby is and will combust if she ever hears that from you in person. 

“yeah, love watching you fuck yourself,” she’s delirious, forehead slowly building up with a sheet of sweat with each thrust of her fingers. “look so pretty, so fuckin pretty, want it to be my fingers you cum on, one chance,” abby rambles, completely gone. thoughts filled with you. everything was you.

she wanted to make you moan, wanted to feel your cunt clenching around her fingers, needed to feel your clit throb against her tongue. just needed a taste of you, she needed everything to do with you more than she needed air. abby wanted—

the door swings open suddenly; abby’s hand drops the phone with a sudden yelp, video still playing, and rips the hand she has down her sweatpants out quickly at the sight of you.

dressed in nothing but that same hoodie you put on earlier, looking at her with wide innocent eyes. “w..what the hell?!” abby stammers with flushed cheeks, completely forgetting about the device. 

“m’sorry! i didn’t know you were . . . busy” 

“have you ever heard of knocking!?”

“i did!” 

your eyes take her in slowly. her blonde hair messy on the pillow, she hasn’t even sat up yet; too caught up in what’s going on. her baby blue eyes are wide, hands slightly trembling. 

then you make the mistake of looking dead at her phone.

the same phone that is still playing your video and a smirk appears on your lips, and you’re slowly moving towards her bed. a hint of smugness visible in your eyes the closer you get.

“abigail, are you watching my videos and touching yourself to them?”

oh shit. 

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abby is literally a gym rat. you cannot convince me that her sex drive isn’t through the roof and we don’t talk enough about it like- that girl is HORNY!

ALL. THE. TIME.

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hanging this on my wall !!!!

hollywood dyke of fame. look chat, i made it 🫶🏻

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Your planet is now marked for death. Your world will be consumed by the Devourer. There is nothing you can do to stop him. For he is a universal force, as essential as the stars. Hold your loved ones close, and speak the words you've been afraid to speak. Use this time to rejoice and celebrate, for your time is short.

The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025) dir. Matt Shakman

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TAPE ONE. CAN'T GET SOFT! 

#content warning. eighteen+, wc: 1k, of!vi x roommate!reader, potientally a cute little blurb series if y'all like it?, teasing, vi is actually a meance in this, smut buffering.

#rayneyaps. i've been trying to finish something for a month, and i finally completed this, so i'm counting this as a win. even if i don't really love it all that much. but the concept is there. and it's heavily inspired by @sinstear abby!of series so go check that out. their work is truly amazing. art credit: keidehoi on x.

onlyfans!vi who has a mountain of college debt, suffocating her with the very air supporting her lungs. extra shifts at the bar aren’t cutting it, neither are the fights in zaun — bruises collecting on her skin. a discovery of new constellations temporarily tattooing her skin. a visible reminder of what she lacks. so vi resorts to a hobby, one that might be able to elevate the stress she carries in her shoulders every time she sees the active statement to her bank account.

onlyfans!vi doesn’t expect much. yeah, maybe enough to make the payments feel breathable. three months in, she has more money than she know to do with. on the six month mark, her subscriber amount puts the fear of god in her bones — if it was something she even believes in. new worries of being found by someone vi knows enters her mind, but the money is enough to ease her into a false sense of security.

onlyfans!vi who lives more than comfortable a year in. affording luxuries she’s never been able to. her college debt paid last month in it’s full. but she loves it, being seen, being heard. one-night stands sprinkled in her weekly routine doesn’t come close to satiate her need of being watched. being loved from a distance, even if it’s only from the cream she spills between her thighs.

onlyfans!vi runs into a problem, an absurd one. it’s friday night. she has a post ready. but she’s here, taking to caitlyn, chatting her up and ready to take her apart in the bathroom — when she notices a notification. not from onlyfans, but from her roommate instead.

new message.  pretty nuisance: as flattered as i am, i didn’t expect a video of you fucking yourself. we need to talk about boundaries. soon.

idiot. wait a go, vi.

the truth of it all, vi didn’t need a roommate. with her finances higher than they’ve ever been, living alone would have been much easier. mel and jayce had been the one to push you two together. you needed a place after escaping a shitty ex-boyfriend, and vi was inept to deny the prettiest face she’s ever seen. no expense was spared. vi had even done you the favor of hiring movers to move your larger pieces of furniture out of the storage unit.

what she couldn’t do? get over you. one year of living with each other, and she thought about you more than anyone. family, friends, one-night stands, and small flings that never tended to stick. her heart couldn’t be in it. it’s always with you. even if she has little to no indication on whether you like women or not. better yet, the nagging question if you like her.

a few moments, vi thought she might have conjured them through satan himself, when she walks around in black sports-bra and boxers that become a second skin — your neck whips like lightning.

“you good, pretty girl?” she’s walking with a book in hand, glasses on the bridge of her nose, pink hair darkened from the shower.

violet’s been laying it on thick, every moment she got, she would make it count. wandering eyes scale every inch of her body, staying snug in her abs, before you turn the other direction before aggravatingly releasing a grumble.

“put on a fucking shirt, violet.”

onlyfans!vi does the her best to not think about singular moments. the possibility of a longer stare didn’t mean hope needs to settle, blooming until the root weaves like ever-spreading vines. poison like ivy, but she loves like harley quinn. a catastrophe waiting to happen.

onlyfans!vi can’t even be bothered to pay attention to caitlyn. vi spends the rest of her evening drinking before taking the subway back. only to find you already on it. wired-headphones plugged into your ear while you pick at your chipped nail polished. you haven’t noticed her yet, trapped in your own world, and vi would gladly be stranded wherever you are.

“i thought you would have been home.” vi grins, taking the vacant seat next to you. “considering you watched my homemade porno. you know, i did not take you for a voyeur.”

“it’s not like i was watching you in person.”

vi raises her eyebrows, proudly. “do you want to?”

“boundaries, violet.”

onlyfans!vi who can’t tell there’s a smirk on your lips so faint but to her? as obvious as the sun. despite your best efforts to act like you don’t have a care in the world, vi enjoys making you squirm, hoping her presence returned the light back in your eyes. there’s a curiosity, so golden vi can’t resist for a singular touch.

“i didn’t mean to sent to you.” vi gives you the answer freely. giving her honesty away like it cost her nothing. “but i wouldn’t be mad if you watched it…or if you want to.”

“who did you mean to send it to?”

“buy me a drink first and i might tell you.” when vi winks, you think about murdering her for a solid second.

onlyfans!vi who you can’t stop thinking about. the video only a few taps away. you could see her at her rawest form — the thumbnail presented her in a way your mind wouldn’t be able to get rid of. violet’s chiseled abs tempting your mind. the tattoos you dream about tracing with a needy tongue. a pretty face, a golden heart, and she’s sending out her own personal sex tape to you, for what? torture? does she like to see you suffer? trapping you with her feminine masculinity you would take a blade for; a craving for a single taste — that’s what you want.

onlyfans!vi who makes herself scarce for the next week. she’s polite enough. graciously, she offers a gentle smile, graceful like an angel. vi stays within her boundaries. even when you try to show interest, blatantly checking her out when when prances around the apartment half-naked — she’s offering a smile before ducking back into her cave. an impenetrable fortress even if you can hear her moaning at the crawling hours past midnight. nobody has been in and out of the apartment. does she really love to get herself off this much?

onlyfans!vi who is one to tease, give you shit for it, but on this besides the single conversation — it dies on her velvet tongue. a secret melting into a silent whisper. you’ve moved on from it, and so has she, so why is she purposely hovering over the send icon with another video attached? her phone feels sweaty in her palms, possibly biting off more than she can stomach. three is a pattern…maybe this could be another coincidence.

onlyfans!vi who does it when the two of you are out bowling with some friends. an arm thrown around hours shoulders, her signature scent intoxicating you. all night, you’ve been blaming on her excessive physical touch on the beer she’s been drinking. now with the second video sent — this couldn’t be an accident at all.

“is this some twisted game to you? does it get you off that i choose not to give you the time of day?”

“what gets me off so you being so hellbent on not watching it.”

“violet—”

“if it wasn’t a big deal, you would watch it.” before she leans down and whispers, the group you’re getting balls for lane as you knot of your shoes. “what’s the matter, princess? afraid you’re gonna fall in love when you watch me fuck myself.”

game fucking on.

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the only fans au ... saved me, eren saved me

hello?????? i am glad that you’re enjoying my silly little ideas <33

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eren i dont even go here (tlou) but that abby x of!reader fic has me SALVATING and PALPITATING..............

ohmygod, im so glad you liked it hehe <3 im getting back on my abby shit fr

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mdni; original idea/part 1 here. roommate!abby x onlyfans!reader masterlist

it’s been a week. a slow antagonizing week since abby subscribed to your OF. a week of avoided looks, short and clipped responses to whatever you ask her. she’s not embarrassed or mad that you do it, no, she’s trying to keep down her own emotions about how she feels knowing she’s watched you, found herself growing hotter and weaker in the knees when her brain thinks back to the video.

so she does what she always does when she sees something. she avoids and barely says a word. you’ve caught onto her, not that you’re aware of why she’s not giving you much in response, but you’ve noticed how she leaves the room way too quickly, can’t make eye contact or form one coherent reply that’s longer than 2 words without stuttering at least once.

you just finished up one of your videos, skin slick with sweat, breath still heavy and legs wobbly as you remove the messy bed sheets from your bed. why hasn’t abby spoken to you today? granted it’s early morning but she usually communicates three times before she leaves for work, but nothing, not even a single acknowledgement of you being home. 

was she even home herself? had she left already without as much as a goodbye?

the entire apartment is silent when you finally come out of your room, a hoodie thrown on and feet covered with some fuzzy socks. you notice her door was closed, but you don’t make an effort to move towards it and knock, wanting to know, demanding why she was being weird. so you didn’t. you simply walked away to put your sheets into wash.

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when the time came, abby didn’t end up going to work. called in sick, said she would be back in a few days. how could she go in? if she did, all she’d be thinking about is you. the video. all of the videos. especially the one she scrolled down far enough for last night after she promised not to lurk. not to invade your privacy. the video was dated 6 months ago; when you had gone on holiday with your family, asked if abby wanted to go but couldn’t because she had her own family dinners to attend but she couldn’t get it out of her head.

alone in a hotel somewhere in the world, time to spoil myself!

the video started innocently, your honey laced voice asking sweet questions but got more dirty as the seconds passed. skin completely exposed, cunt lazy grinding down on one of the silk pillows, an elicit moan clawing out your throat each time your clit rubbing against the fabric deliciously. the soft whimpers and yeah just like that, and feels s’good, you like that? was etched into her brain, couldn’t get it out no matter how hard she tried. your hips move rhythmically against the pillow, hard, faster, slower, practically taunting her and still having no idea.

abby didn’t even realise she had pulled up the video on her phone, can’t even remember when she picked up the fucking phone for a start, but her eyes were glued to the screen; taking in every muscle twitch, every second that you had stopped, slipped your fingers into your soaked cunt, curled them and fucked yourself down onto them with vigor, breathless whines and whimpers filling her phone speakers as more time passed.

her own hand was down her sweatpants before she could blink, rubbing her slick over her throbbing clit, rolling her finger in a constant eight motion. this was drawing the line surely . . . wasn’t it? she shouldn’t be touching herself to your videos, right?

the sound of your high pitched whine through the speaker had her hooded eyes opening slightly, throat drying up at the sight of your hands cupping your tits, pinching the hard bud, cunt grinding down harder on the pillow. her room a mixture of your moans as well as her own as she slips two fingers into her pussy; walls clenching around them tightly. 

abby hasn’t looked away from her phone once, blue eyes still glued to the video, cunt clenching around her fingers each time she watches you desperately get off on the pillow and your own slender fingers. the sight of you sweating, muscles tensing with each ground of your hips has abby groaning softly under her breath, biting back moans each time she curls her fingers inside her pussy, moving them in and out faster with more precision. 

hah, like watching me make myself cum on a pillow? pussy so wet and ready for you . . . mhm, love watching you fuck yourself to me. want you to keep going, wanna make you cum too. abby is and will combust if she ever hears that from you in person. 

“yeah, love watching you fuck yourself,” she’s delirious, forehead slowly building up with a sheet of sweat with each thrust of her fingers. “look so pretty, so fuckin pretty, want it to be my fingers you cum on, one chance,” abby rambles, completely gone. thoughts filled with you. everything was you.

she wanted to make you moan, wanted to feel your cunt clenching around her fingers, needed to feel your clit throb against her tongue. just needed a taste of you, she needed everything to do with you more than she needed air. abby wanted—

the door swings open suddenly; abby’s hand drops the phone with a sudden yelp, video still playing, and rips the hand she has down her sweatpants out quickly at the sight of you.

dressed in nothing but that same hoodie you put on earlier, looking at her with wide innocent eyes. “w..what the hell?!” abby stammers with flushed cheeks, completely forgetting about the device. 

“m’sorry! i didn’t know you were . . . busy” 

“have you ever heard of knocking!?”

“i did!” 

your eyes take her in slowly. her blonde hair messy on the pillow, she hasn’t even sat up yet; too caught up in what’s going on. her baby blue eyes are wide, hands slightly trembling. 

then you make the mistake of looking dead at her phone.

the same phone that is still playing your video and a smirk appears on your lips, and you’re slowly moving towards her bed. a hint of smugness visible in your eyes the closer you get.

“abigail, are you watching my videos and touching yourself to them?”

oh shit. 

[sinstear]

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[sinstear]

scrolling through her twitter feed, abby grumbled nonsense under her breath as her thumb liked everything she deemed funny, saving for later, or simply too good to let go of. she got home from work 2 hours ago; took a shower, ate some leftover chinese food from last night, and hasn’t moved from her bed since. you, her roommate, was out, or with friends, she doesn’t know, nor did she ask or text. abby was so zoned out that she hadn’t even noticed she scrolled past something slightly interesting until she scrolled back up, eyes doing a double take at the half naked woman on her screen; a light baby pink lingerie set against soft skin, face not in view, but abby’s cheeks flushed a crimson red nonetheless, her blue eyes practically devouring the sight of the pink nipples behind the sheer thin lace.

her eyes flickered around the photo, to the dainty necklace, the soft plump of lips she could see from the angle of how the picture was taken. but that’s not what caught her eye; besides the pretty woman on the screen, that was. no. it’s the link. just a simple question; wanna see more? with a fuckin’ wink emoji, and abby being the curious woman she was, clicked on it.

swallowing the lump forming in her throat the second the page loads, abby gasps.

OnlyFans.

most of the content was behind a paywall, of course, but she did manage to see the same picture that she found herself gawking at on her twitter feed, but the more she scrolled the more pouted in defeat at the fact everything else was locked. hidden from her eyes, that won’t do, no, abby wants to see everything that’s behind the lock and blurry screen.

curious, again and slightly insane, she subscribed to the highest tier; exclusive videos, private ones, private messages; everything. a notification pops up seconds later, her money came out her bank account faster than she’s made herself cum before.

the second she refreshed the profile, everything was available to her. she’s never done this before, never paid for porn, but she couldn’t find it in herself to say no. the lingerie set was enough to have her sold, call her a loser but the woman looked so pretty and parts of abby did want to see beneath the lace. she should feel mortified, crazy even, but she doesn’t, she just scrolls; definitely reminding herself to back later through the pictures she’s scrolling past. maybe she is a slut, but she wants to see.

the first video plays on auto instantly that abby barely has time to register what’s happening until she hears the breathless moans and whines coming through her phone speaker. the woman is laying on her bed, camera hiding her face once again, hand between her legs, fingers rubbing light circles on her clit, and abby is already going insane at the words & questions; you like that? see how wet i am for you? wish it was your finger inside my pussy. need it so bad.

the video is 6 minutes long and abby hasn’t paused once. she hasn’t looked away from her screen since it started playing, and the second the womans fingers are slipping inside her pussy, abby groans, eyes focused on her sopping cunt. her face burned, but she couldn’t find it in her to look away, not when she was practically vibrating and clenching her own thighs together just simply watching the womans fingers slide into her soaked cunt, curling them at just the right angle that abby could hear the hitch in her breathing and the way her thighs quivered. 

the obscene sounds coming from between her legs had abby squirming in her bed, face flushed; almost sweaty the longer she just watches like some kind of pervert. s’good, you like watchin’ me fuck myself until i cum for you? yeah, knew you did. you’d clean my fingers up for me, wouldn’t you? suck them clean and then make me cum in your mouth, maybe on your cock? i’d be so good for you.

her body tenses seconds later, pleas tumbling from between her lips, slick dripping her inner thighs, slipping down the crack of her ass, legs tensing as she comes with a hitched breath, a broken whimper ripping through her throat. abby shamelessly watches the slight spray once she removes her fingers and she swears she almost died at the sudden soft giggle. mmm, enjoyed that didn’t you? loved watchin’ me come and squirt just for you?

those baby blue eyes focus on something else for a split second, ignoring the heat between her legs, and the wetness between the woman’s, and her eyebrows furrow in thought while her lips part with a gasp. a gasp of realization. you have that necklace, how did she not figure out the first time she saw it sitting pretty around your neck? she’s seen that exact necklace in person before, so how did that not click in her head?

holy shit, did she just subscribe to her roommates fuckin’ onlyfans account?

did she really just watch you, her sweet and kind roommate, fuck yourself until you came over your fingers?