#drabble: abby

[bobfloydsbabe]

Hey, babe! I would like to submit a blurb request for Abby and Bob (my personal favorites of yours). Would you be willing to write something following the holidays for them? They’ve just spent the holidays together and are reminiscing about the time with each other by the fireplace. I think that would be really sweet🥰

Katherine, my love. Thank you for participating in blurb night, and for this wonderful request for Bob and Abby. I would love to have me a Bob, but alas, writing about him will have to do. Enjoy!

brave the seasons

SUMMARY: Bob and Abby reflect on their first holidays together.

WARNINGS: None. Pure fluff for Bob.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

“You okay?” Bob asked, pressing a kiss to her hair.

The rest of Bob’s family had retreated upstairs to go to bed, leaving Bob and Abby in the living room on their own. The last embers still glowed in the fireplace, and the Christmas tree in the corner bathed the rest of the room in soft yellow light.

“Yeah,” Abby said, tightening her arms around his torso. They sat on the brown leather couch, Bob’s legs resting on the homemade coffee table, his arm around Abby’s shoulder while her head rested on his chest.

“You miss your mom?”

“I’ve always spent Christmas with her if I wasn’t working, so it’s a little odd to have time off and not be there with her,” Abby began, smiling and tipping her head back to meet her boyfriend’s eyes. “But I’m really happy I’m here with you.”

Outside, the snow fell like a heavy blanket across the Nebraska landscape, and the wind swept against the windows. The winter storm would limit what they could do tomorrow, but it didn’t matter. Abby could sit at the Floyd family dining table and just listen to them all day.

Bob leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “We’ll see your mom next year,” he promised. 

Abby turned her head back down, pressing her nose against this chest. “You assuming there’s going to be a next year?”

“Yes,” Bob said with an amount of certainty that probably should terrify her, but didn’t. “Although, I’m pretty sure Ruby is going to be very disappointed you’re not here.”

Bob’s two-year-old niece had taken to Abby right away, wanting to be picked up and carried around by her. The two had decorated gingerbread cookies while Bob, his brother, and father had gone into town to get the last bits for Christmas dinner. Ruby had crawled out of her mother’s lap to sit in Abby’s during some animated movie Bob couldn’t remember the name of.

It was like watching his future happen right in front of his eyes, and his mother had just smiled at him knowingly.

“She’s incredible,” Abby mumbled, sleepiness sinking into every muscle in her body.

Bob could feel her breathing grow heavier, so he untangled himself from Abby slowly. She let out a small whine at the loss of his warmth, making Bob chuckle. “Come on,” he said, standing from the couch and holding his hand out to her. “Let’s go to bed.”

Abby let him help her up, and his arms snuck around her waist once they were face to face. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, followed by her lips.

Bob took her hand, and they walked upstairs together to his childhood bedroom. It looked almost the same as the day he left, save for the much bigger bed his parents had scrambled to get when he told them he was bringing a girl home for the holidays.

But he hadn’t just brought a girl home. He’d brought the girl.

[absfawn]

abby loves light taps. or even light slaps. there’s something about seeing you on your knees, between her wide legs, with your lips wrapped around her strap, strings of spit running down your chin, cheeks hallowed, and her brain always feels fuzzy when her fingers graze your face, only to send a light tap to the side of your cheek, encouraging you to go faster. for a few seconds her blue eyes widen when you’re gagging, worried she’s overstepped, done something you weren’t keen on doing, but when you whimper around her cock, she smirks before tutting and doing it again. “dirty slut, use that pretty mouth of yours and maybe i’ll slap you more, hm?”

or when she’s got you underneath her in her bed, limbs feeling like jelly, hands gripping any inch of her you can grab onto, while one of hers holds your hip,  grip that is sure to leave bruises tomorrow, the other holds your leg over her shoulder and she’s grinding her hips into yours at such a brutal yet delicious pace that has your back arching and toes curling. the sounds tumble from your mouth shamelessly. you’re on cloud nine, abby is too, and she can’t stop the shit eating grin that appears on her face when you’re tapping at the hand she’s got on your hip. “what, baby?” abby rasped out, voice strained and rough.

“need it.” was all you could whine.

“need me to give you a slap, huh? s’that what you want, pretty girl?” she taunted, looking down at you with that devious smirk on her lips. you didn’t offer her a response, just nodded deliriously beneath her, closing your eyes and gasping at each of her thrusts, not caring how loud you were being. “s’not how you ask. ask me.”

your eyes fluttered open at her words, and you whined softly under your breath. nails sinking into the skin on her arm, ignoring the small hiss she lets out. you were too in your own world, the pleasure your girlfriend was giving you had you falling deeper and deeper. “please,” you choked out, “want it.”

realizing you weren’t even focused on her words, abby removed her hand from your hip, ignoring the grunted whine slipping past your lips once she did so, she leaned down more and over you. her eyes trailing over your perky pebbled nipples before reaching up and gripping your chin between her fingers, prodding your lips with her thumb gently, but tutting when you go to wrap your lips around it. “s’not what you want this time, you can have them in your mouth next time.” abby promised, and she growls at the elicit whimper that rips through your throat when her hand slaps lightly at your cheek. wishing she could feel the way your cunt clenches around her cock. “you’re so dirty, hm?” she scoffs, rubbing the skin with her fingers to soothe the sting. “just a dirty little slut.”

“more.”

your eyes were wide as you looked up at her with a lazy smile on your lips, you had caught her off guard for a couple of seconds, not knowing just how much you enjoyed it when she gave you slaps or even the light taps on your cheek. she doesn’t even to do it sexually, but sometimes she gives your cheek a soft pat after she gives you a kiss before she leaves, and doesn’t notice your soft eyes, or feel the way your skin heats up at the action. 

the second slap she gives your cheek is a little harder, but the blood rushes to your head, your skull feels fuzzy, and a choked-out moan falls between your swollen lips. abby simply can’t help but laugh at your rection before pressing a gentle kiss to the skin of your cheek, soothing it as carefully as she could. “you truly are so fucking dirty, my dirty girl. gonna let me do it a few more times before i let you cum?”

how could you say no to that?

[hypnagogics]

sigh, can't stop thinking about riding abby's thigh...mmmm. smutty yap ahead!!

abby's taught muscular thigh, slotted so perfectly in between your legs provided otherworldly pleasure, supplying the most brain-meltingly delicious pressure on your swollen bud, and she didn't even have to put in any effort. when she did put in the effort, let's just say your ability to walk was affected afterwards. ♡

"that's it, doin' so good for me." her strong hands land on the side of your hips to assist you in grinding on her, she's pulling you down forcefully, yet there's still a certain gentleness about her touches. the assuredness of her actions only making you miles wetter.

the rolling of your hips stutters as the sensations in your lower abdomen build, the blissed-out whimpers falling from your lips only increasing in volume, frequency, but most of all, desperation. you find solace in the crook of abby's neck, wrapping shaky arms around her, burying your face in her and taking her soft skin in between your teeth to quiet yourself. that earns a chuckle from her, and her hand snakes up your spine—originating waves of chills to spread throughout your body—and lands at the nape of your neck, where she takes your hair in her palm and pulls. she doesn't pull hard enough to cause pain, but firmly enough to separate you from her and make you look at her, saying through amused wavers of her voice, "nuh-uh, none of that, wanna hear your pretty voice."

and she knows the edge of her tone got to you and flew straight to your pussy, because she feels you clench around nothing and gush against her exposed skin. you resume your movements, they're growing in urgency as the relief approached, evolving from smooth ruts to noisy smacks of your sopping skin against hers while you bounced. you close your eyes and let your head fall back, no longer restricting any noises and allowing them to fill her ears freely. she grins, and watches you in awe, a blush decorating her beautiful features, a sparkle in her periwinkle eyes, and her rosy lips morphing into a wide grin. she mutters more praises and moves to aid you in riding out the high that hit you like a truck, and she commits the ethereal sight of you using her body like this to her memory.

"that's it, keep fucking yourself on me some more, yeah?"

i know two posts like not even 8 hours apart is crazy business but one's high effort (yes im plugging it. read, sillies 🤭) one took three seconds and i WANT THIS OUT MY DRAFTS ALREADY LEMME LIVE I HATE WHEN SHIT MARINATES IN THERE NEED IT GONEEEE

[seraphicsentences]

HEY! i knwo your on a break but just incase your bored could you write reader sending spicy texts2 streamer!ellie while shes on like a boss level, and then after ‘raging’ at reader for making her lose, she comes back as if the chat isnt questioning the sounds coming from the other room (silly girl forgot to mute)

hi. tumblr j deleted all my edits to this. i’m rage quitting and j posting this version i banged out in the span of 15 minutes 😀 anyways.

FUCK i’m sorry i know this took fucking forever and now i’m delivering mediocrity. loved this req either way this was smf to write. hope you enjoy sweet girl ;)

me when i disappear for a month and come back only to deliver pure dog shit. 🤪🤪

“-KID JUST GOT FUCKING DESTROYED, FUCKING BITCH.”

it was a late friday night, which meant ellie was streaming in her room, and you were supposed to be studying.

this week ellie was hosting a special in celebration of hitting 10k subscribers, and was grinding away to finally defeat Resident Evil’s final boss.

you could hear the chat dinging away with message after message, no doubt blasting ellie with compliments on her play, and the occasional comment thirsting over her hands or whatnot. it was nothing new— you’d seen the countless edits of her on your own social media page, and even had a folder of your own favorites saved away on a burner account.

“let me suck your fing- WHAT?! that is a crazy thing to say,” you could hear ellie’s shocked voice. “either way, chat, i’m married…”

“where’s my ring? UP YOUR ASS. c’mon, leave me be, guys,” ellie jokingly whined, bantering with her obsessive fanbase.

you held back a smile of your own, hand pressed to your mouth as she continued to scold the chat for their outrageously filthy messages. what a dork.

“alright alright, im muting the chat. love you guys but i gotta focus now! this is serious shit and i’m low on ammo now, hah-ha,” ellie spoke to the screen, words slightly muffled through the thin wall.

in the living room papers lay strewn across the floor, couch littered with eraser shavings and crumpled post-it notes, yourself splayed atop it all.

studying was a long-forgotten task you abandoned to instead sweep lazily through your camera roll, attempting to clear up some much needed storage.

you stopped abruptly at the thumbnail of an old video, in which depicted a downright sinful image of ellie’s bared neck for you as she arched back in pleasure.

you quite literally salivated at the veins that adorned her sweat-glistened skin, naked chest that was just covered by the play button in the center, goading you to click it.

quiet sounds of ellie’s desperate moans picked up, her head coming up look just above the camera and deliver the most pathetically fucked-out look.

“ple-ease can i cum, mommy?” she whined, voice breaking with every thrust of your fingers, wet squelching in the background a sign of her neediness.

“let me hear you, baby,” you heard yourself coo through the screen, the video becoming shaky as you picked up your pace— before suddenly ending on accident right as ellie let out a strangled whimper.

you met it with one of your own, frustrated with being left on an unfinished high, the throbbing at your core impossible to ignore.

your thighs shifted against one another, wetness pooling in your underwear as you replayed ellie’s final sound in your head over and over again.

your trance was broken by the sound of a frustrated groan coming from behind ellie’s door.

“fuck, i got it this time, i got it, swear,” she cursed as the game’s recognizable ‘revive’ audio cue played.

she could just do this again next week, right?

without a second longer of thinking, you quickly screen-shotted a clear frame from the video, shooting it ellie’s way and sending a quick text to follow.

~~

ellie choked on her own spit as she clicked the blur away. cough- “fuck-“ wheeze- “shit-“ hack- “sorry, guys, j choked on my own saliva.”

what the fuck? what games were you trying to play?

you groaned, hearing the firing of guns continue on alongside ellie’s commentary.

sliding your panties aside, you spread your legs to display the mess between them, snapping a quick picture.

you shot back another text.

“just one more hit, one more one more one m- i- fuck,” you hear ellie stutter. “oh fuck, yep… and i’m dead, ‘kay, sorry guys just give me like 5 i’ll be back. gotta take care of something.”

you heard the slam of her headphones hitting the table and a screech of her chair sliding back against the hardwood floors.

the door swung open, the look in ellie’s eyes making your heart race with anticipation.

“hey els, good game?” you asked innocently from your position on the couch, legs crossed with your arm resting over the back.

“good game? yeah, great game actually,” she replies sarcastically, sauntering her way over to you. “you didn’t happen to need something, did you?” she asks, hopping onto the couch and quirking an eyebrow up.

“me? no…” you trail off as she leans in to brush a kiss across your lips.

“no?” she tucks your hair aside, before leaning in to whisper, “you mind spreading those pretty legs for me then, baby? i just want a look.”

“els,” you whine, attempting to catch her mouth in a kiss.

she avoids it, dipping down instead to rasp words against your racing pulse, “show me.”

you uncross your legs slowly, a damp patch darkening the very center of your shorts.

ellie grabs the leg closest to her, swiveling your body in one swift move to face her direction, placing that leg over the back of the couch as she runs her other hand up your opposing leg.

“fuck, els, i need you,” you say breathlessly, hips bucking into the air.

“let’s get these off,” she replies with a squeeze, tugging at your waistband. “wanna tell me what’s got you texting me like a slut in the middle of my stream? was it the video? my video?”

she dips her thumb into your leaking hole, swiping your arousal up in a messy circle over your aching clit.

“ah- shit! yes, fuck, y’sounded s-so pretty in it, els,” you moaned, nerves overly sensitive from the wait. “please,” you cried out, unsure of what exactly you were begging for, but you needed more.

“so fuckin’ needy,” ellie laughs under her breath, relishing in the loud groan that escapes your lips when she replaces her hand with her mouth, tongue flicking rhythmically against your swollen clit to draw out more of those pretty sounds.

“oh-oh, god, right there, so good- mmph,” you rock your hips up, hand scrambling to tug ellie’s mouth even closer to you, if possible.

mmhm she moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you jerk up as your legs clamp tightly around her head. ellie’s hands dash up immediately to shove them apart, pressing them wide open with an iron grip as she practically growls, “you asked for this. so fucking take it.”

two of her fingers slide easily into you with the next pull on your clit, and you’re arching up in a manner almost identical to ellie’s in the video, whining nonsensically.

“you’re dripping, baby,” ellie tuts, “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

she continues to pump her fingers deep into you, curling them on every outstroke to slide against the spot that makes you see stars.

“c’mon, cum all over my fingers,” she teases, whispering sweet praises between kitten licks to your sensitive clit.

with your head thrown back, you couldn’t help but moan her name like a fucking prayer as your walls started to tighten, legs trembling under her grasp as she worked you through your high.

“that’s it, soak my fucking fingers.”

~

iluvgirls_moms: THAT WAS 1000% A MOAN

elliesleftarm33: guys what the fuck is happening 😀 ellie babes, i think you forgot to mute.

ewilliamsismy_wife: did anyone else j hear ellie’s name. are the voices getting to me?

elliewsjizzfr6996: how to be ellie’s gf no glue no borax? 🥲🥲

1toesuckersslurper: NAH ITS BEEN WELL OVER 10 MIN IM OUTTA HERE

yeahhh… looks like ellie owes her subscribers a real big 10k special next week. and an apology.

[fakevalentine]

idk if this is too weird but would u be willing to write abby with a somno kink? like u waking up and she’s already strapping you 🤕🤕

female reader x abby anderson

you looked so peaceful, tucked into her sheets. you breathe steadily, completely relaxed in a deep sleep, maybe a dream playing on your brain.

admittedly, abby felt like a creep; running her big hands over your spread thighs resting over her own.

she swallows, watching the tip of her strap slide up your cunt, nudging and pushing against your clit. your eyebrows furrow in your sleep but you remain relaxed.

she brings one of her hands to her mouth, spitting on her fingers and lathering the end of her strap in it. she knew if you were awake, youd be squirming beneath her... lifting your hips up to try find the pleasure you yearned for.

but you just lay there, unconsciously adjusting your body on the bed for more comfort, clueless of what was going on between your legs

abby hums, shuffling closer. "so cute..." her thumb rubs against your clit and she notices how your hips shift, unknowingly getting wetter by the second

you roll your head on the pillow as she guided the strap into you. even in your sleep, you take it so well.

she groans like she can feel you wrapped around her, leaning over to stare down at you as she rocks her hips against you

you look so innocent, a contrast to know you usually do. she cant bring herself to admit that she likes it.

a whine suddenly escapes from your pouty lips, your face scrunching up and her hand grips the pillow beside your head tighter

she slides deeper into you, and it doesnt take long for you to wake up after feeling the ridges and veins of her strap rub against your g-spot.

your hands fly up to grip her broad shoulders, your eyes still heavy and begging to water. you moan against the side of her head, your nails digging into her skin. "abby..."

she pulls her hips back and slams into you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "'m sorry, baby... you just look so pretty."

[sweetercalypso]

Abby masterlist || main masterlist || daily clicks

thinking about girlfriend!Abby and her obsession with fruit 🍑🍉

🫐girlfriend!Abby who washes blueberries for you and places them on your tongue, peels your oranges and kisses the gleam of citrus off your lips after every bite

girlfriend!Abby who loves when you eat fruit because she swears it makes you taste sweeter when she goes down on you

girlfriend!Abby who eats apple slices off the tip of her knife and thinks about you when the juice runs down her chin🍎

girlfriend!Abby who painstakingly takes apart pomegranates for you, making sure that every seed is removed from its tender, white flesh

girlfriend!Abby who’s Pavlov’d herself into thinking about you every time she eats fruit, and she comes home ravenous after every trip to the market

🍒girlfriend!Abby who lovingly insists that she feeds you by hand every time she comes over. “I want you to eat well,” she says, fingers lingering over your cherry-stained lips. The twisted corners of her mouth tell you that she’ll be eating well too

girlfriend!Abby who pulls you into her lap every morning to share strawberries and blackberries that stain your mouths for the rest of the day 🍓

girlfriend!Abby who shows her affection in subtle ways and fruit is her favorite way to say ‘I love you’.

[calicoheartz]

꣑୧ — summary | just thinking about grinding on her thigh ! ᶻ 𐰁

— warnings | nsfw & suggestive content ahead. read @ ur own risk.

read more slutty thots here ♡

this lil blurb can be applied to anyone ! not specific :’)

† just thinking about rubbing your puffy clit on her strong and muscular thigh has me soooo wet

i can just picture you being so needy and desperate for her , practically begging her to touch you in the places where you needed it most.

whether it was on the couch , in bed , best believe you were sitting your pretty self on your girlfriends heavenly lap, I mean at this point it has your name written all over it since you’re always sitting there :’)

but the moment you feel like it’s getting too much , you immediately begin to slowly grind yourself on top of her strong thigh ♡

you begin to slowly rock your hips back and forth , soft moans falling from your lips and she grabs your hips, softly pinching them in the process as she helps you leisurely get off on her

you practically turn into a puddle from how wet you were getting off this basic interaction , leaving a small wet spot on your girlfriends brand new pair of pants . . .

awh , is my girl really that desperate for me ?

how about i slip this pretty dress off , and take you to the bedroom , where i show you how to really get yourself off ♡

[misserabella]

46-58

abby anderson x fem! reader

summary; abby loses her match, and when her frustration takes the best of her, she takes it out on you.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, swearing, abby getting mad, harsh treatment, rough sex, name calling (whore, slut), spanking, clit slapping, fingering (r receiving), strap-on sex (r receiving), multiple orgasms, degrading and praising, abby being really rough, breeding kink (😵‍💫), abby uses reader like a toy, hair pulling, making out, finger sucking, cum eating, squirting, use of pet names instead of y/n…

abby was losing. and abby hated losing.

24-39. a 15 point difference.

“fuck!” she hissed, sending the ball flying against a wall, making the other team wince in fear. and who wouldn’t. abby, with her 6,3ft and muscles could make anyone shake in their place.

“anderson!” her coach reprimanded her, and she huffed. you were worried about her. you could clearly see she was frustrated. but at the same time you couldn’t help the way her roughness made you feel. your thighs pressed against the other as you bit down on your lip as you felt your clit throb. why did this turn you on so badly?

you had come to her game to cheer for her, her sweater —with her name on the back— engulfing you and almost hiding your pink skirt. you loved the size difference in between the two of you.

you loved watching abby play, there was something about it, about the way she moved, that made it impossible for you to pull your eyes away from her. she was good. she was the captain for a reason and due to that she always took it personal when the match would go sideways even if it wasn’t her fault. she was too hard on herself.

“referee please!” she yelled, huffing when a player from the other team hit her and yet he didn’t count it as a foul. next time he did indeed called it was when abby did a blockage. “oh come on! are you fucking serious?! i didn’t touch her!” one of her teammates went to her, stopping her on her tracks. “fucking dick…” she muttered, shaking her head. you squirmed when she tossed the ball to the referee a little bit too harsh, winning a warning from her coach. but she was too good, he couldn’t risk to sit her on the bench.

“come on abs, don’t get frustrated, it’s alright.” one of her teammates tried to cheer her up, and then her eyes were on you. her beautiful blue eyes. you trembled.

there were 5 minutes left.

the time was flying by.

30-43

the crowd was roaring, cheering for their respective teams.

“come on abby…” you muttered. she was chugging water, her whole body and strong arms covered in shiny sweat.

she did her best to diminish the point difference, running from side to side of the court and scoring as many points as she could.

but sadly enough, despite her best efforts, they ended up losing.

46-58

the glowing red numbers were like a mock to her face.

she cursed, sitting on the bench with her head in between her hands. her coach made his best to not let it consume her, as so did her teammates, but she was blaming herself. and she was frustrated… furious.

you watched as both teams shook their hands congratulating each other for the game and took their things to leave.

you left the stairs and made your way down to meet with your girlfriend, who didn’t even look at you and simply started walking towards her car, having you following her behind like a lost sad puppy.

she didn’t say a word though the whole way back to your shared apartment, the silence and heavy atmosphere inside the car making your skin crawl.

you watch her muscled back as you made your way inside the apartment, abby harshly leaving her bag on the floor. she could feel her blood boiling, her hands shaking in adrenaline and rage.

“abby.” you called out for her, touching her shoulder, gently. but there was nothing gentle in the way she was now pressing you against the wall, both of your hands on the side of your face.

“shut the fuck up.” she growled, taking your lips in a rough kiss that had your lungs begging for air. “i’m so fucking mad.” she groaned, sucking on your neck, and you whined, feeling one of her legs push up in between your own and against your throbbing cunt. “you know what i need right now, isn’t that right, doll?” you nodded. “yeah, you do. so you’re gonna stay quiet and let me fuck you, hm?” you moaned, nodding once again, feeling heat pooling in between your legs, her voice was low, dangerous. and you couldn’t help but want to satisfy her, to make her feel better. “atta girl.” she went back to kissing you, one hand taking a hold on your wrists to push your hands over your head as the other came down to the seam of her hoodie, pushing it up just to discover that you were wearing nothing underneath. “well would you look at that… you were ready for it, huh?” she chuckled, her free hand pinching one of your nipples, making your back arch and a whimper fall from your lips. “wether i lose or win i was gonna fuck you anyways, so why bother… isn’t that right, doll?” she teased you, grinding her thigh against your clothed and aching cunt. “but we both know that you like it best when i lose, right? you get off by me being mean to you.” her lips latched to your neck, slowly making their way up to your ear. “my girl just needs me to be rough with her, huh?” you shivered, nodding, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. she was right. “fucking answer to me when i speak.” the hand that had been rolling your nipple harshly spanked one of your thighs, making your skin burn and you let out a needy moan.

“yes, abby.” she hummed.

“good girl. now, why don’t you go wait for me in our bed, hm? and take off your clothes, want to see you spread and open for me once i get there.” you nodded, and she let go of your wrists.

you followed her command, getting to your bedroom as you heard the faucet of the bathroom opening. she had probably gone to clean her hands. you quickly got rid of your clothes, letting them aside on the floor before getting in bed, your back against the duvet and your legs spread for her to see your now drooling cunt. you wanted nothing more than to reach out in between them and touch yourself, get some relief. but you knew better. you knew abby wouldn’t like that, so you sat there, waiting for her to come to you.

she didn’t take long.

when she came back she was on her underwear and sports bra. muscles on display and pumped due to the recent exercise. you were drooling.

“look at you.” she shook her head, her eyes on your pretty cunt. her pretty cunt. “open up for me, darling, let me see you.” she said, and you blushed, letting one of your hands trail down in between your thighs, your index and middle finger making contact with your folds to spread them and show your twitching entrance to her. she groaned. “so fucking pretty.” you moaned. “and so wet… you’re soaked, princess. all that ‘cause i’m mean to you? you’re a slut.” your thighs shook at the name, your clit throbbed, awaiting to be touched. “you like it when i take it out on you, baby? when i use you like a little toy?” you nodded, making her need to fuck you bigger. “of course you do. ‘cause that’s all you are, my pretty little toy.” you watched as she made her way to the bed, abs flexing, strong thighs spreading. your back arched when her fingers met your exposed and open pussy, a whimper ripping your throat when she slapped your clit. “you just can’t wait to be fucked, can you?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she suddenly and harshly pushed two of her thick fingers inside your tight walls. “sucking my fingers right in like the whore you are.”

“abby…!” you whined as she started to fuck them in and out of you. they slid so easily. you were so wet for her. it was embarrassing, how much control she had over you.

“haven’t even started fucking you yet and look at how drenched you are.“ you moaned, your hips rutting against her touch, making her chuckle. “so desperate…”

“please, abby, please… fuck me, please.” you begged.

“want me to fuck you baby? want me to use you?” she inquired and you nodded.

“yes, please. use me. use me.” you pleaded, eyes tearing up. you needed her so badly it hurt. you were so turned on…

she took her fingers out of you, looking at how they shone with your slick before pushing them inside her mouth to taste you. you whimpered as she hummed.

“get on your knees baby, ass up.” she ordered, and you followed, laying with your tummy down against the sheets and your knees holding your ass up, your back arched as your chest rested against the mattress. you knew this was how she liked to have you, with both your holes showing. she relished on your muffled moans and cries against the pillows, how you’d hold the sheets in between your hands for support as she pounded her cock inside of you.

she put on the strap, buckling it around her hips as she stared at your drooling pussy, slick now pooling on your thighs in droplets. she groaned. she couldn’t wait to have you creaming her dick. it was big. around the 7 inches, and purple, with ridges and a great girth.

you gasped when you felt the tip tease your folds, bumping against your clit. abby was using your arousal to lube herself up. you could feel your cheeks burning at the sound of your slick folds engulfing her tip, the neediness of your twitching hole to be filled and fucked.

one of her hands took your hip as the other guided the strap to your hole, pushing in in a harsh and quick sudden thrust that had you gripping the sheets and screaming. “thaat’s it. fucking take it.” your breath got punched out of your lungs as she started to fuck you open on it, hitting your g spot with every snap of her hips. “be a good doll and sit pretty for me while i fuck you, hm?” you moaned, feeling your walls squeezing the silicone and sucking it in. her pace quickened, harshly fucking into you as she grunted. your moans were getting cut by each thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to stay up on your legs, although you couldn’t. that’s why abby was there for, grabbing your hips with such strength that will leave the marks of her fingertips on your skin. “fucking shit. pussy so good taking my cock. look at it. fucked open and drooling for more.” you whimpered, your tits bouncing and hardened nipples brushing against the sheets, making your mind feel fuzzy.

you were a babbling and moaning mess, begging for more, pleading for her to take her anger out on you, to fuck you harder, faster.

she groaned, pistoning into you until you were nothing but a body for her to let her frustrations out on. shit. she was fucking your brains out. one of her hands gripped your hair, pushing you against the sheets to keep you in place, abusing you g spot over and over and over again.

“abby!” you screamed, your walls squeezing shut around her cock, your orgasm building up on your lower stomach.

“that’s it baby. louder. let me hear you. who’s cock are you taking, hm? whose pussy is this, huh?” she inquired, and when she didn’t hear and answer she spanked you, making your body jolt.

“yours!!”

“fucking right.” she growled.

“gonna cum!” you cried out.

“yeah? you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream my cock? gonna drip for me?” you nodded. “of course you are. now be good for me and let me have it. let me see you fall apart.”

she didn’t have to ask twice, your orgasm hitting and drowning you like a tidal wave, making your world turn white and your ears ring as your moans became louder and louder.

abby fucked you through it, never backing down and keeping the same intensity, what made your orgasm last what seemed like ages. and when you thought it would die down it just kept growing.

“abby, i’m gonna cum again, i’m gonna, oh fuck!” you cried out, feeling it turn into something else. your thighs soaking wet in your squirt as your back arched, her cock sliding in and out of your pussy so easily…

abby groaned, the back of the strap rubbing her clit in just the perfect way.

“there it is…” she muttered, relishing on the sight, on the sound of the splashing of your juices against her hips and strap. “pussy feeling so good is crying for me.” you took it. took her anger, her frustration… but it was…

“too much! too much!” you begged, one of your hands scratching at her abs as she kept fucking you, but it didn’t stop her, the hand that pressed your head down taking both of your wrists behind your back to pull from you and on her dick. you screamed, feeling her on your cervix, and squirting non stop.

“fucking take it. stop being a fucking baby and take it.” she grunted, feeling her orgasm approaching. “gonna cum so hard. gonna fill you up, princess, fuck a baby into this pretty pussy of yours. gonna leave you dripping for a week, doll.” you whimpered.

“yes, please, cum inside, cum inside! want your cum please, abby please…” you pleaded. and that’s what made it for her.

“look at you. completely cock drunk... yeah? you want it? then take it. fuck. fucking take it.” she groaned, harshly and quickly fucking into you as she hit her peak, watching you squirt like crazy as she came and soaked her boxers. she fucked the two of you through it. by the time she was finished the sheets completely soaked.

she let go of you, your cunt trying to still suck her in, making you whine as she pulled out of you and let go of your wrists, making you fall against the sheets. you were breathless, boneless. she had fucked you completely dumb. your whole body was shaking in exhaustion and the high of your orgasms.

your cum was coating the base of her strap in a white ring, and your cunt shone under the lights of your bedroom, puffy folds reddish and swollen due to her abuse.

it was needless to say that abby wasn’t angry anymore.

-

a/n; reader is me while my crush got frustrated playing today 😫🤭

[seattlesellie]

dads best friend!abby scenario cause why the hell not.

cw: sexual themes mdni, age gap, abby’s a cocky but charming asshole, power dynamics-ish? : ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

— "Oh and honey? Doctor Anderson's coming over for dinner" Everything felt oppressively hot and everything felt impossibly tight. The food seared your tongue, humid steam rising from the vegetables on your plate causing your throat to constrict and your eyes to sting with tears. Your right hand was clenched in a tight fist, left hand gripping your fork like it might grow legs and run away if you let go of your grasp. Your tights were itching relentlessly, tank top strap kept sliding off of your shoulder and built itself a home down your arm. Your lipgloss felt too sticky and your palms too clammy, you felt agitated, uncomfortable and way too goddamn nervous.

You felt consumed.

You didn’t know why.

Sure, Doctor Anderson was attractive, with palms twice bigger than yours. She wore a tight fitted muscle tee that had you squinting then turning your head around fast enough to crack your neck, noticing a goddamn six pack poking through maroon fabric. And yeah, she had an intoxicating scent of pine and wood and a hint of pepper that made your eyes nearly roll back inside of your skull, voice silky smooth, thighs firm and muscular, eyes icy blue, a smile that made you melt and all that stupid jazz,

but none of these things were a good enough explanation to why you were feeling this way — dazed, stupid, all bothered.

She sat down on the dinner table’s leather chair in a manspread as if she owned the place, and her thighs bulked up even more, veins of her arms becoming more prominent. She always knew what to say, and when you cracked a joke about orthopedic surgeons she cheekily told you to “watch it” — which made you thickly gulp and sheepishly smile down to the floor like your idol from age thirteen just told you they want to marry you and have you forever.

You needed an ice bath, but she also wouldn’t stop goddamn looking at you, even when you made it clear that eye contact with the surgeon, your father’s best friend, was a task that you apparently couldn’t manage to complete.

Her look made you nervous, and when she narrowed her eyes you nearly choked on a carrot, and when your father asked you “What’s wrong, kid?” you couldn’t even answer because what was wrong — was that you had to cross your legs together cause of some aching down there, and what was wrong is that his best friend made you feel like you were losing your mind at 9pm with a fork glued to your palm.

So you lied.

“M’just... tired, I guess” you murmured, then fake yawned, then internally cringed at yourself for performing the worlds fakest goddamn yawn.

“Already?” he voiced, shifting his gaze towards a visibly amused Abby. “Quite the night owl, that one... usually”

"What can I say, dad, loooong day" answered you, with a syrupy voice she wanted to stick her fingers inside and lick.

Abby chuckled, then smirked at you even though the response wasn’t directed at her. Then, she looked over to your father who was gnawing on some overcooked steak.

“She’s a kid, needs to get her sleep”

You scoffed, which made doctor Anderson poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “What...?” she murmured cockily, cracking a toothy grin. Your tights felt tight again, glued to your hot flesh, then you realized why they fucking call them tights because dammit they really are tight.

“I'm not a kid, can, y’know... drink, and stuff. Plus... M'busy, with... College"

You sounded like a damn idiot. All Abby did was chuckle and tilt her head back slightly, leaning further back in her chair.

“T'aw, I know, What'ryou studying again? Fashion science?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. That bitch.

"Sorry I don't wanna go to medical school and spend seven years of my life sticking my hands down a corpse"

So you didn’t go to your room after that, caught up in a whirlwind of proving a point. You stayed stubbornly with your feet glued to the floor and listened to Abby and your father ramble and yap on about work shenanigans. Usually, you’d semi doze off at this point, go on your phone and occasionally throw a snarky remark, but this was different. She was different than any of his other friends. Abby was actually funny, she didn’t brag too much, and if she did it faded quick cause she really was that good.

Abby threw a reference to a book you thought no one else had read except for you. You timidly lifted your gaze and remarked, “Oh, i read that book, actually”

Abby smiled and flattened her hands on the wooden table. “Smart cookie, huh? Did you like it?”

You batted your eyelashes like a kitten seeking more strokes at the praise, not noticing that body language of yours.

But she did.

You talked about the book for a solid ten minutes. Your father was the one, surprisingly, to go on his phone and faux-snort when he felt excluded from the conversation ran by two intellectuals and a giant elephant who goes by the name of "Tension", in the middle of the room.

Abby made you laugh and she made you think and she listened to your anecdotes. It made you buzz with electricity, and it made you yearn for her attention.

it also made her long for yours.

Your father interrupted by showing Abby a picture from work. When her eyes lowered to his phone, she shot you a lingering gaze and a smirk. You, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks, shyly looked away.

It was tight everywhere all over again.

So they talked more about work, Abby’s patients, their coworkers, Doctor Martha’s chicken pot pie, Doctor Johnson’s bizarre antics, the glass door no one bothered on calling to be fixed, blah blah blah, an endless stream of chatter.

And you listened, you listened with rapt attention, every ounce of your focus aimed at the prospect of another one-on-one conversation with Abby. Each time the older woman casted you with a quick glance, you flushed even harder. You waited, and waited and waited but your father was a blabber mouth, and you were oh so impatient,

you began mindlessly kicking the wooden table's legs.

Your sock-covered feet shifted restlessly from side to side, then you tucked them beneath your chair and resumed kicking, the movements gaining force. You curled your toes and continued to play with the table's handles. Abby winced, but you didn’t pay her any mind. You kicked again, with more force now.

You sighed.

Abby cleared her throat, and her cheeks suddenly bore a faint crimson blush. You couldn't help but notice, hm, must be the red wine finally catching on to her form. Ignoring, you kicked again, and the doctors back straightened and she stiffened in response. Your father asked her a question, and Abby… stammered.

“Yeah, that guys… uh— yeah”

You rested your chin on your hands and lightly tapped your fingertips against your cheeks thrice.

Then you kicked again, harder, you were bored and restless, waiting, give me some attention, Abby —

And then, you felt a pair of shoes encase your feet, ankles creating a cage around yours. It was then and only then that you had the startling realization: you hadn't been kicking the table at all. Instead, you had been unknowingly engaged in a game of footsies beneath the table with a goddamn world class surgeon.

And oh god did you want to die.

And oh god did abby sport a shit eating grin on her face that only you seemed to catch.

You froze, not even able to release your feet from her iron like grip. Unmistakably, she didn’t seem to release her grip either. So she kept them there, caged and locked.

“Alright,” your father sighed and cleared his throat. “Got some cuban cigars in the yard, shall we?” he gestured towards Abby, who was still holding your feet in her tight grasp.

“Yeah, go ‘head, I’ll just clear the table” she murmured absentmindedly. So kind and polite, huh?

You father chuckled and tapped abby on her shoulder, as he rose from his sit and straightened his back. “Nah, let the kid handle it”

Abby shot you a glance. Your pupils were dilated and your chest heaved rapidly up and down.

“She's not a kid, remember?”

Abby let go of your feet and you rose from the chair with such haste, you nearly had whiplash. When you lifted your plate, staying mute, looking like a deer caught in headlights as your father paced towards the yard, Abby gazed at you, and her eyebrow arched up in utter amusement.

“You uh, play soccer, by any chance?” quipped her, crossing her arms on her firm hard muscly chest.

You gulped.

“Huh?”

Abby lifted her wine glass to her lips, taking a sip that left a glistening sheen on her bottom lip. A chuckle escaped her.

“Jus’, y’know… with all the kicking, and everything. I mean, take a girl out for a drink before you do all that, yeah?”

You stood in shock, you didn’t speak, didn’t mutter a word, merely humming in response. Abby grabbed the plates from your hand, and then she grabbed the salt.

She furrowed her eyebrows and huffed. “M'just ’joking, smart cookie. If you wanna play, let's play"

Then you heard your father’s voice down the hall.

“Sweetheart?” he paced closer as Abby walked towards the sink. He leaned over the wall,

“forgot to mention it to you but, Abby’s staying over for the weekend”

[bobfloydsbabe]

🌹

Katherine, my darling. I also offer you a few lines from my upcoming smutty Bob fic named morning glory. Enjoy!

“Bob,” she warned, trying to force herself not to get lost in the feeling of him kissing the inside of her thighs. Her resolve crumbled when his nose grazed the soaked fabric of her panties, right where she wanted him the most.

He sunk his teeth into the soft flesh, peering up at her, and watched the last of her will to stop him fall away. He chuckled against her skin again, listened to Abby moan his name, and felt her hands tightening in his hair.

He raised his hands and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Bob dragged them slowly down her legs and discarded them over his shoulder, hoping they landed on the floor somewhere.

He didn’t much care when Abby was on full display for him.

for every “🌹” received in my inbox, i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing

[brunetttebaby]

OH MY GOOODDD THIS TWITTER VIDEO IS SO ABBY ANDERSON CODED FUCK. (link is nsfw ofc)

SHE IS SUCH A BOOB GIRL. she loves them so much. fuck if they’re big or small, they’re attached to her favorite person in the world.

you’ll be making the two of you breakfast and she’ll come from behind you, a hand coming up your shirt just so she can feel your tits!!

squeeezzing the soft flesh, playing with your nipples till they get all hard!:3 she thinks it’s adorable how riled up you get for her!

she ADORES how warm they are too!! you’ll be watching a movie together, spooning, and you feel her hand inching up your tummy. you’re just so warm for her!!

she is a sucker for titty sucking!! (laugh at my joke) it’s a comfort thing really. when she gets bored she’ll just ask to suck on them, which you’re happy to oblige to.

abby loves when you ride her and she gets to watch your boobies move with each of her movements :3 she’ll even latch onto one, playing with the other one!

“so pretty,” she’ll murmured against your nipple, looking up at you squirming from her hot mouth. “abs!!” you’d whine, her hand roughly pinching your other nipple, twisting n pulling on it>;( so mean of her!!

“‘m sorry baby, i can’t help it. you’re so pretty for me.” she’d say with faux sympathy, yet that smirk was still on her lips.

she also loves getting hers sucked as well (as much as she doesn’t want to admit it) you did it once, and she got hooked!!! nothing beats yours though;((

a/n: i surprisingly like the way this turned out, which is weird because i usually use everything i write but 🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️

[absfawn]

♱ soft and silly sex with abby, but it’s just your body being caged beneath hers, her hands on either side of your head on the pillows that were once neatly placed, now messy under you. your hands hold onto her arms, nails lightly sinking into her skin and creating crescent-shaped moons in your wake, and her forehead is pressed against yours, watching every single action you make. abby adores the way your lips part, eyes flutter closed and your grip on her gets tighter with each thrust of her hips. it’s not fast, nor is it rough, it’s just enough to pull soft whimpers and whines from you. enough to have you feeling like you’re on cloud nine. for a moment, she doesn’t notice the tears forming in the corners of your eyes, it’s only when she removes one hand from beside you, to reach down and rubs light circles on your clit, eliciting a loud gasp from between your lips at the ministrations of her fingers that her eyes lock with yours, and she notices. “did i hurt you?” she murmured, voice laced with worry. she quickly lowers her head to kiss away a tear that falls. “do you want to stop?”

“no! no” you giggled, shook your head and cupped her face between your hands gently, thumbs stroking her cheeks lightly. “no, never stop. m’just feeling a lot of emotions, good ones, but don’t stop” you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips when she leans into your palm and kisses your skin. “you’re so beautiful” you can’t help but tell her, voice soft, smooth and gentle. one she always wants to hear. 

the apples of her cheeks change in colour, crimson red, at your words, but she’s barely able to form her own because your hand is moving down, no longer holding onto her arm, and instead you’re cupping her ass, squeezing the flesh tightly and tearing a groan from between her lips. the sound makes your clit throb.

“always knew you loved my ass a little too much” abby breathlessly laughed against your forehead, kissing it a few seconds later.

“yes well, sometimes i want to bite it” your voice slightly shaky but you still managed to grin up at her. like she wasn’t currently deep inside your cunt and making you forget everything you did this week. 

“s’cute, one day” she promised, smugly smirking at your sudden gasp, her fingers still rubbing circles against your clit. “don’t know if you can handle all that though, pretty girl”

“can handle you now, can’t i?”

♱ soft and silly sex with abby, who continues to pepper kisses all over your face, pressing soft ones to your lips, seconds after she helps you through your 3rd orgasm of the night. fingers lightly trailing up and down your legs, nose brushing up and down your throat as you try to steady your breath. your fingers thread through her damp hair, smiling and giggling when her breath fans your skin. 

the sound of your heartbeat calms her, and the sound of her hushed whispered words into your skin grounds you. the safety her hold and touch brings you, makes you sniffle and bury your face into the softness of her hair. abby doesn’t have to say anything, sometimes she doesn't need to. her actions alone are words. so she lays there, body on yours like a perfectly weighted blanket, and her fingers trace patterns on your hip slowly, lips leaving soft feather-like kisses on your shoulder. “thank you” you’re quiet, tired, and still feeling like you’re on cloud nine. “and not just for tonight, for everything, for being so gentle and patient. going at my pace, always” you mumbled into her hair.

“you deserve everything, i’ll do anything to make you feel comfortable. m’glad i get to have you all to myself. to take care of you, i love taking care of you, and it warms my heart that i’m the person you feel safest with. that’s all i want. for you to be safe, and loved. because i love you, with all my heart” abby admits, lifting her head at your sudden sniffle, her words melting your heart completely, and brushed her lips against yours. “i love you”

“i love you, always”

[abbyshands]

i’m so sorry but therapist!abby listening to you rant about your pos girlfriend who hasn’t been there for you in every sense of the phrase, including sexually. you’ve known abby for a while and it’s no surprise when you accidentally let slip that you have to touch yourself while your girlfriend’s out with her friends, failing to provide for you the way you need her to, the way she should be. and abby wonders, how could such a pretty girl like you be ignored by anybody you were partners with? the session that you let that little detail slip from your lips, the pent up desire abby’s been keeping to herself for you spills to the surface, and she can’t hold herself back anymore. she tells you anybody would be a fool not to want you. and by the end of the session, her lips have kissed every inch of you, her hands have touched every part of your body. she’s shushed you like her fingers weren’t curling into your g-spot, a small whisper of “shhh, you need to be quiet, baby. somebody might hear us,” leaving her lips. “oh, god, please, she never made me feel this good,” you rasp, in obvious reference to your girlfriend. abby, whose chest is pressed to your back from behind, can’t help but squeeze down on your breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers as the two inside of you push deeper. “no, because she can’t pleasure you the way i can, sweetness. i’m going to take such good care of this pretty pussy, okay?”

[ellies-bite]

Ellie Williams who comes home late from patrol and she's all frustrated and grumpy but also soooo needy.

Ellie Williams whos instantly on you, basically groping you while you're still reeling. her mouth is everywhere and she's mumbling all sorts of shit, "needed y'so bad", "missed you", "wanna make you feel s'good"

Ellie Williams who basically begs you to let her eat you out, who's basically drooling at the thought of your cunt on her tongue, who jams her fingers in her pants and fucks herself while she's licking you up

anyways

wrote this next to my ex gf

[seraphicsentences]

doctor!abby anderson listening to your heartbeat while making out with you. bc it’d be a fun little game for her. that’s all! (this was written in a rush leave me alone).

abby squeezed your thigh harder, gasping into your hair as you bit the spot beneath her ear, only to soothe it a second later with the warm drag of your tongue.

“look so fuckin’ good in your scrubs, abby, my smart girl,” you whine, almost pouting at how unfair it was for abby to look this hot after a long day at work.

hah she laughs, “you like me in teal, baby? with these old glasses? this stethoscope’s getting you hot, huh?” she teases, a hand dipping below your chin to gently tilt your head upwards.

“oh shut up, abby,” you roll your eyes, smushing your lips against hers as you draw her body closer between your legs.

you brace one of your hands on the desk you’re seated upon, catching your weight as abby practically drinks you in, tongue licking into the back your throat and dragging a groan out of you.

you gasp at the cold feel of metal on your chest, breaking the kiss for a moment, only for abby to press her needy mouth back onto yours immediately.

“wha-?” you question, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, but body effectively distracted by whatever the fuck abby’s doing with her tongue around your own.

mmm abby hums in response, her arms shifting to maneuver something up to her ear.

“you’re at about 108 beats per minute, sweetheart. something riling you up?” abby mumbles against your mouth, haughty smirk gracing her pretty pink lips.

the glasses on her head are askew, golden braid half fallen out, shirt scrunched down on one shoulder, stethoscope in one of her ears, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a sight more beautiful than this.

her big hand shifts the diaphragm against your chest again, calloused thumb teasing over your nipple— making your breath catch— before pausing at another spot.

“116 now, looks like somethin’s really got to you, huh?

“abby-“ you breathlessly whisper, heart thumping in anticipation as she draws her other hand higher up your thigh, just barely brushing over (your other heartbeat) the pulsing place you need her most.

“wanna see how fast i can get your heart going?”

[fakevalentine]

ellie breeding & knotting reader… please i’ll do anything omg

female reader x ellie williams

cw ; nsfw. strap sex. knotting & stretching.

ellie's big hand cups your cheek, her thumb stroking your skin as you desperately bounce on her strap, determined to take more.

your throbbing clit repeatedly nudges against the knot that was a few centimetres away from the harness— you wanna take it. need to. but ellie won't let you.

"no, baby." her voice is so soft and gentle, as if she wasnt denying your request to be stretched out by her. you whine, "why?"

her green eyes look away from you, watching as your cunt slides up and down on her. you're so wet, and so needy. but she's not sure if you can, and she doesn't want to hurt you.

"it's gonna hurt." she mumbles, her other hand coming down to rub on your clit. you whimper, thighs flexing. "i can take it..."

ellie sighs dramatically, watching your slick drip down over the thick knot at the base. "tell me if it hurts." she mutters, and your stomach flutters in excitement at her compliance.

you press your knees further into the mattress on either side of her, breathing heavy as you look down at where you're both connected. you push yourself down, putting more and more body weight on the knot with the help of ellie's strong grip on your hips.

she tries to watch your face for any signs of discomfort, but god the sight of your pussy slowly stretching sure as hell caught her full attention. "oh, f-fuck.."

your hands fly to her shoulders, nails digging into her freckled skin as the knot pushes into you, stretching you out. you make an array of sounds, some from discomfort and others from the intense pleasure as your face scrunches up.

"baby, you're... you're fucking insane..." ellie pants, her calm demeanour peeling away as she watches you take her obnoxious strap. "'taking it so good."

your mind is fuzzy, blank. you don't hear her, all you can focus on is how big the knot is inside you. and how it feels when you finally take all of it, your cunt swelling at the fit.

your legs tremble and shake, panting heavy and whimpering. ellie's warm hand slides up your chest, taking a moment to grope your breast before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at her.

she's breathing heavy too, her eyebrows scrunched together and her gaze hard. she's trying to keep her cool, keep her dominance guarded. "tell me how it feels, sweet girl."

you can't even think of a word, let alone form it into a full sentence. your hips roll experimentally, gasping and gripping her arm at the new sensation— one you wanted to become familiar.

"full."

ALSO JUST REALISED I FORGOT BREEDING 😧SAWRY AND realistically don't do this without a shit ton of lube i was just lazy....... thanks to ellexxaurus on twitter her content is always good and very helpful for this well yes!