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#001. THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT.
â ABBY!ANDERSON SERIES â
warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: lowkey loser!reader, voyerisum, dub-con, dildo penetration (abby!r), minors hop off my shit, friends to lovers (eventually), nerdy!abby.
....AND THEY WERE ROOMATES, sheâs always been just abby to you. best friends and thick as thieves. sweet as can be, breathing shy naivety with ever inhale of oxygen â a walking angel on earth. a gentle remainder of whatâs good but looks can be so convincing? canât they?
you arenât supposed to be home, but itâs a slow night of bartending, so youâre sent early. pushing yourself into the front door despite your aching muscles, dispensing your keys in the small bowl, before grabbing yourself a cold glass of water. chugging it from the chilled glass, the cool liquid sending a sensation down your throat.
something feels off but you ignore it.Â
funneling into your room, discarding your pants along with your tank left only in your undergarments. the tension has been building in your shoulders all night. the overwhelming stress of not making enough tips to cover your rent, classes in the morning, as well as the kink in your neck. you need to relieve yourself from all of it. a feather filled duvet has never looked so inviting, parallel with the vibrator tucked away into your night stand.Â
bang! bang! bang!Â
what the hell?Â
taking a final sip from your water, you venture into the living room grabbing the bat next to your bedroom door. ready to swing, youâre met with silence in the still empty living room. odd.Â
bat in your stronghold, your sock clad feet patter up the stairs into your roommateâs area of the apartment when you hear moans. soft, whimpering, moans. was she? no. itâs abby for fucksake. sheâs too anxious to talk about sex with others much less fuck with her clit while youâre home.Â
but youâre not supposed to be home and youâre intrigued. you shouldnât be but you are.Â
against the hardwood floors, your feet are quiet as you bring yourself closer to her room. her moans are louder, you try to ignore the throbbing of your clit, thighs nudging together as abby sounds like an angel â solely sent for your pleasure.Â
the cream door is cracked open halfway and itâs then when you see her. for the first time, itâs all of her. the fucking bat nearly drops to the floor, but you catch it and cradle it to your chest as you take the scene in.Â
entranced is the only way to describe it. she had lights, her phone propped up with an additional camera while they filmed the show she so clearly was putting it on. blonde hair cascades down her freckled back, completely bare ass on full display, unknowingly for your greedy eyes.Â
you need to look away. sheâs your best friend. stop. youâre being a fucking creep but then sheâs bouncing on the dildo.Â
fucking hell.Â
your friend, the one you tease endlessly, the shy nerdy girl who can barely say two words when a pretty girl tries to speak with her is fucking herself on a baby blue dildo and filming it. for the first time, youâre seeing abby differently. it almost pains you.Â
exquisite, golden hair shines in the moonlight as her delicious hips roll. she finds a rhythm thatâs comfortable letting out a collection of whines and moans. the sound of her slick combined with the headboard hitting the wall over and over due to the power of her weight sends you into a frenzy. youâre thighs have never rubbed together so harshly, trying to satiate a need. if you could, youâd moan for her but the fear of being caught strikes you down but itâs festering within you.Â
itâs growing. god, itâs for her only.Â
youâre paralyzed with arousal but you need to leave. right fucking now before you cum. pathetically, you think you can just from watching her. abbyâs soft voice practically nails your soft palms to the walls, crucifying you with every unspeakable desire. pink lips let them fly, gratifying you and somehow breaking the impenetrable wall between the two of you.Â
âcock is so big, sâhard to take all of it.â abby whimpers, arching her back while her palms support her weight as she splits her pussy on the dildo. âyeah, you like that? mmm, love when my pussy swallows you whole, huh?âÂ
she lays her full cheeks on the mattress, pretty face pushed against the sheets as abby gives her audience a better view. she sounds goddamn breathtaking going nice and slow, her lower lips spreading so beautifully. this deserves to be painted and displayed in art galleries.Â
the way she moves, golden strands moving as if sheâs controlling every movement. abby anderson is fucking art. nowhere to be found is the shy, nose stuffed in her books, abby. this version of her is so different itâs causing you to see stars.Â
moving her hips you didnât even know was possible. you canât even process fit her body actually is, the one she hides away. suffocated by thick cable knit sweaters, loose button downs concealing her burling biceps, and the chinos she wears on a daily basis. all of it is more than you can stomach.Â
âlike looking at my pussy, baby?â abby giggles. fucking giggles. âsplitting my pussy open, feel you sâdeep, almost in my stomach. yeah?âÂ
the urge to slip your fingers inside your pussy and touch yourself while she fucks herself is right there but you can seem to do it. settling for pressed thighs and tight grip on bat while you breath heavily. unable to catch on breath.Â
âwhy donât i spread it for you? give you a better view. after all, im such a sweetheart.â with one free hand, she pulls at the fat of her ass and you nearly choke on the air around you. her puckered hole, the sweet sin of her cunt staring right at you while you salivate. it pools to the floor along with your dignity.Â
she leaves the shot there for a moment, letting her viewers tune in to take all of her in before she lets go. the fat of her ass bounces, increasing her speed as she slams over herself on the cock. the audacity of you to never think of her like this because fuck, this is everything.Â
you want to be the one fucking her. your fingers pulling at her golden strands, pretty face smudged against the mattress as you take her from behind. a curious mind wonders what she would say to you, how good she would be taking it from behind. molding her strong body into whatever you fucking want. would she let you?Â
abbyâs voice breaks through the stance she has you under, permitting you of daydreaming any longer. instead, your eyes focus on the way she fucks herself.Â
âneed to stuff my pussy full, donât you? sâall you can think about, yeahâŠi know. making a pretty girl like me cum is your fucking dream.â her back arcs, giving them a better view of her. another piece for everyone to enjoy, you included.Â
her voice breaks, irrevocably but abby tries again. ât-this is what you wanted all this time? for me to be your whore? show you how much of a slut i can be?â you feel it in your stomach. the light pressure building as you clench your pussy around nothing, your thighs rubbing together continuously. if she cums, fuck, you wonât be able to control yourself.Â
âiâll do whatever you want. itâs all for you.â youâre fucking lost. abby picks up the pace, the way her hips stutter indicates sheâs so close. without even touching yourself, you are too. âno one else can make me feel like this, iââa low groan leaves her lips, the echoes of her slick invade your senses. jesus christ, you would do anything to taste her.Â
abby doesnât say much until sheâs reaching her peak. just loud moans, intoxicating whimpers, and delicious sound of her cunt being fucked again, and again, and again. then you take note of her shakes, beautiful thighs trembling as they fail under the undeniable pleasure coursing through her veins.Â
âsâclose, gonna cum. fuckfuckfuck!â you see her white, hot cum soak the dildo, white substance spilling over sun-kissed skin, staining the sheets. itâs fucking everywhere. abby doesnât stop. as if she knows youâre watching and wants to torture you.Â
âplease come for me baby? mommy needs your cum. gonna give it to me, yeah? iâm your sweet girl after all.â just like that, you lose it. white coated cum covers your boxers, staining you through. you feel every nerve in your body coated in her, begging to be trenched in her touch.Â
âyeah? thatâs it. sâall mine. just like you, baby. my fucking pussy.â your entire body twitches, clit throbbing at her words. only thing you hear is her heavy breaths slowing down as abby slowly calms herself.Â
even when sheâs shaking, trembling, she fucks herself through it. you canât look away. not when sheâs made you cum like that. no oneâs ever made you cum with voice alone. abbyâs soothing tone scratches the surface of the unbridled desire bumbling out of you. now, youâll be sick until you can have her. is it pathetic? maybe. but your hands are greedy, aching to touch every inch of her body, make her feel whatever she wants.Â
you make yourself scarce. the stakes of getting caught too high. shame. the overwhelming feeling almost settles instantly but you find it withering the more you think about the tsunami wave of the orgasm she unknowingly gifted you.Â
with every passing moment, each turn in your sleep, you feel guilty for watching for as long as you did. you canât sleep. always thinking of her. every waking moment is always about her. youâll never be able to see abby the same. maybe itâll be your demise or your saving grace. for now, all you can do is welcome the all consuming passion that is her. your dorky best friend and roommate who certainly does know how to fuck.
#beginning is so silly and me coded#!!!!#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x fem!reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x masc reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson smut#tlou#tlou x reader
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"castes" are a bug equivilant of gender; but on alternia they are oft filtered through a lens of classism+racism. it's interesting to think about how for trolls, racism and misogyny are heavily overlapping (if not the same thing*)... which could be a statement about how human misogyny and racism are also heavily overlapping (since bioessentialism is so heavily rooted in colonialist white eurocentric standards). or it could just be a weird coincidence.
#*there's this post i REALLY liked about how jadebloods are not just a 'mostly female' caste; to be jade IS to be femme;#because alternian culture is corrupted by LE (known misogynist) who influenced how they view femininity as lower class;#aka CASTES THEMSELVES can be more viewed as femme or masc; rather than individual trolls; and the worst jobs are given to women;#women who Happen To Be Coded Green đ€ (cherubs dont have human gender they have blood and modeled their gender off people)#twas a VERY good post but alas i could not reblog bcuz op had me blocked lol#op#hsmeta#homestuck#anyway im just babbling nonsense here. pay me no mind
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it should be illegal how susceptible I am to butch bait like what the hell
#femme princesses come get yalls masc knight or whatever#wlw yearning#wlw post#wlw#sapphic#butch bait#femme bait#mascposting#masc lesbian#butch lesbian#aer coded#aerism
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Me: *trying to draw âšClone Armorâš*
My Brain:
#Armor is Masc coded lingerie @ me all you want#tbb#tcw#tbb memes#the bad batch#okay but like... It does the same job making their waste all defined
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Every Perfect Curve
George Weasley x Chubby Reader
You had given birth to your sweet little Freddy a while ago. While finally having a moment to yourself, you canât help but feel self conscious that you havenât âbounced backâ like so many others have. George is there to remind you that you are just stunning. Even if you never âbounce backâ as they say
Warnings: 16+, Body Dysphoria, Trans Masc coded but over all discussion of weight gain, flirting, sexual content ((no sex)) nursing, postpartum, After The Deathly Hallows Content, Pregnancy
Writing Coms Open
âThis used to fit-!â You sniffled, as you were fighting with your body. Trying so hard to get your pants on. You havenât worn pants since your second trimester. You wanted to wear pants again, but it doesnât seem like that will happen. You couldnât even get them past your thighs. It was so frustrating, how much weight you had gained.
âJellybean, you just had a baby. You think Mum is built like a string bean like the kids she popped out?â George tried to explain, as he was undoing his suit jacket. So happy to have the work day done with, and finally spend some time with his family. You, little Freddy, and Bill with his own pregnant wife.
Since after the war, Bill figured to return back to Gringotts. Stable job, close to George, well paying, and those goblins actually gave him medically paid vacation leave for every time the week of the full moon was coming. It was perfect. Also, he wonât lie, was nice to have a part time job at WWW. Everything was perfect, besides wellâŠ.The hormones.
âBut she had seven kids! I just had one-!â You sniffled. Luckily, George was a fourth kid of seven. He knows a thing or two about someone with hormones. Especially ones with postpartum. Molly had caught some after Ron, funny enough. He knew not to poke the bear, too much.
Before he could stop you, you were already crying. âIâm so fat-! Look at my chest! Look at my thighs! Iâm covered in stretch marks, and I canât wear clothes right anymore! Iâm bigger than a inflatus charm! How can you even stand the sight of me?!â You sobbed, as those hormones were just destroying your head space. He let you scream it out, having long since casted a silencing charm on your shared bedroom. Just letting you scream it out. Better out than in.
âJellybean-â He cooed, as he would leave himself in his dress shirt now. He would sneak behind you, and wrapped his arms around your stomach. Happily tracing over your stretch marks, and resting his head on yours. Just looking into the mirror, and seeing you struggle. Wet tears and all. He didnât see what you saw. He saw someone he loved. Every inch of you was devine. Every stretch mark, roll, and sag. That was you.
âJeans are uncomfortable anyway.â He tried to joke with you, as he scratched his finger on the rough denim. Going to make a disgusted face at the texture. Despite your tears, you couldnât stop your smile. Damn him. He always found a way. You hated how he made you smile, as you now over thought. Were you crying for attention now? Were you making a big deal out of nothing? Luckily, your husband was quick to distract you from such scary thoughts.
âCome on. You like my pants anyway.â He added. Given how tall he was, the fabric was able to stretch around you easier. You didnât even have a chance to argue, before he found a pair of his old pajama pants. You figured not to fight him, and soon sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the jeans off, and helped you into the old soft fabric. Just pampering you. Kissing those newly soft features, and admiring you. Kissing that belly, that took care of your shared little boy. Admired those thighs, and appreciated those stretch marks from that hard working body.
âMuch better?â He asked, as they were able to properly fit. Given the height, there was plenty of fabric over your stomach. Enough to even pull the plaid high enough to not drag on the ground. He even worked on making sure you had some nice warm socks, so you didnât get chilly. Making sure you were as cared for as you deserved.
âShut up.â You huffed, but he knew you were just frustrated with your body. He knew what that was like. Losing an ear sure makes life hell. If anyone can relate to hating your own body, itâs him. He would let you be frustrated, as he tried to make sure you were comfortable. Seems your top wouldnât be next, as you two heard noises from the living room.
âACK-! FLEUR HELP-!â Bill shouted, followed by the devious giggles of your son. Next were the sweet giggles of the Half Veela, as she was most likely working on saving her partial werewolf groom. The giggles of your son gave you a brief smile, but your eyes were on your body again.
âHey, look at me-â George would soon cup your face, so to make sure you stopped looking at yourself. âYou have a body of a mother, a parent. All this squish was used to make sure our little boy was born happy and healthy.â He tried to reassure you, with a kiss to your lips. With his face with yours, he reached to his dress shirt. He took it off, and soon slipped it on you. He left it unbuttoned, so your sore breasts didnât get more irritated. Yet still feel somewhat covered.
âAnd these-â He gently touched said breasts, making sure to not irritated your sore nipples. âThese are big because someone here eats like a Weasley. Playing with them more than me! That little bugger-â And you laughed. He got you to laugh, and he was grinning with pride.
Speaking of hungry, a shrill cry was soon from the living room. âHe eats like a Weasley alright-â You sighed, but felt a bit more confident now. He was right. You were big because Freddy needed a lot of nutrients. Your breasts were large because he needed to eat a lot. Your body was built for your son to thrive. Being squishy wasnât so bad. Right?
The both of you were quick to come to your living room, and soon seen Bill trying his best to distract Freddy from his hungry belly. Tickling him, and making little animal sounds. That seemed to entertain the little ginger, as he cooed. Fleur was even doing the same, as she sat with him. The wolf, and the harpy. Chirps and barks.
âHis first words are going to be growls, knock it off-!â George would, playfully, say. That made them look over. Bill was quick to cover his eye, given the other one was blind, as to give you privacy. Despite the fact he had seen you nurse before. You still appreciated the gesture, regardless.
âOh hush-â Fleur tsked, before she would hoist herself up. Using the side of the couch for support, as so to make sure you had all the space on the couch to feed your son on. You wanted to tell her she didnât have to, but she was in that Tri Wizard Tournament for a reason. She knows how to be strong.
âCome here, sweetie-â You shushed, as Bill handed you your son. Those big eyes of his just glowing, and his chubby little fingers reaching for you. Your eyes, and Georgeâs hair. Such a sweet thing. Seeing those chubby hands made you think about your chubby figure. Much like he will, youâll out grow yours one day. If not? Well, least you know youâll use it to make sure your son is taken care of. Because that soft body was soothing his upset stomach already. Just snuggled into your warm breasts.
âWhen will I get a turn?â George asked, as you smacked his shoulder. âHey-!â He whined, as you rolled your eyes. You would soon be on the couch, and brought your legs up. Left to rest in your husbands lap, as Bill got you some pillows for your back. Your husband rubbing your feet, as you let Freddy nurse. Gentle with his fluffy ginger hair, and admiring him.
âOh he is so handsome-â Fleur cooed, as she watched. She was due any time now, as well. Having her watch you nurse was very useful for her. That also made you feel better. If you didnât get so chubby, Fleur wouldnât get to see what would happen with her. To see how much it helps with her soon to be child. Maybe being larger wasnât as ugly as you thought. There was so much beauty in it. Beauty in using what you had to help others.
âHungry thing.â Bill snorted, as his wife gently smacked his own arm. âIf not for the hair, that appetite says Weasley all over it.â George echoed. You rolled your eyes, as your son kept nursing away. Needing to stuff his belly full. Was ages, but he finally was satisfied. With a cloth over your shoulder, you would gently burp him.
âHeâs picking up signlaguge so quickly. Swear he will be better at it than me before heâs even two-!â George scoffed, but those eyes were sparkling. He was proud of his smart baby boy. âAnd soon French-â Fleur echoed. âArabic ainât that bad-â Bill tagged in. âAnd of course Romanian.â You vouched for Charlie. âSmart ass baby.â George snorted, before you kicked his thigh.
This moment was soothing. All just parents, together, with your children. Gentle learning for Fleur, and comfort. George was right. Your body was built for something. It was built to take care of your baby boy, and help Fleur learn how to treat her own baby. Being chubby wasnât a sin. Just as much as being skinny and muscular had its benefits, so did being soft and squishy.
âThere we go-â You smiled, as he gave his little burp. âMuch better, hm?â You smiled, as you would bring him to lay on your chest. Just like that, he was knocked out. Sleeping soundly, on your soft breasts. Listening to your heart beat, and able to take a well deserved nap.
âHe got that from Fred. That was the only way we could tell you two apart. Whenever Fred was done feeding, he knocked right out. You? You got more energy, and got so excited you ended up throwing up.â Bill chuckled, as that seemed to comfort George. He missed his Fred, but knowing a part of him was still around made him smile. His hand ever so gentle on his sonâs back, as he gently rubbed your own stomach. Admiring your stretch marks.
âThis might be soon, but do you think-?â George questioned, as he kept tracing the indents in your skin. Another kid, already? You couldnât blame him, though. He was a magical identical twin. The idea of growing up an only child sounded horrifying. Bro to mention big families is all he knew. MaybeâŠ..
You looked to your sleeping son, and your own body. A smile crossed your lips, as you soon help Georgeâs hand. âPlenty of nutrients for a round two, huh?â You joked. You were able to joke about your own body, and that cleared any worry George had. The two of you were financially fine, and had plenty of support.
He kissed your lips, before kissing your sonâs head. A tiny little smile crossed those chubby little cheeks, and you had to wonder why you ever thought chubby cheeks could be so horrible. Your son had the prettiest cheeks around, and you hoped your next kid could have them all the same. Pretty, chubby, features.
#harry potter#harry potter magic awakened#hpma#magic awakened#George Weasley#george weasley x reader#bill Weasley#fleur delacour#Fleur Weasley#William Weasley#x reader#x chubby reader#George Weasley x chubby reader#postpartum#hp fandom#Weasley family#hurt comfort#body postivity#pregnancy#stretch marks#self indulgent#george weasley x you#george weasley x y/n#gender neutral reader#gender neutral#trans masc coded#second wizarding war#self care#self hate#body positive
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shin yeeun for cosmopolitan
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have been wanting to color in my sketches more ?? so the first one gets a color test oops :] they are going to a party
#shadow says stuff like formal occasion like it is normal#she is just an old man thats all#immortal au tag#sonic#sth#shadow the hedgehog#sonadow#nonbinary shadow#she/they + masc terms for immortal au shadow real#wehehehe#idk i just like drawing them doing silly stuff#shadow wearing a full dress plus jewelery and makeup for party#sonic in a Big Scarf#its them and i love it#gonna try to shapeify them at some point figure out how to draw the shapes better#circle and triangle coded fr#anyway i started drawing this and now its 2am#somehow i suppose#art tag
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SWEET RELIEF (MINORS DNI / EIGHTEEN+)
notes. this request is a beautiful, god send. i've been wanting to write about this, but i've kinda been too scared to bc i wasn't sure if anyone would like it. nonnie, u made my week with this request nd i really hope it doesn't disappoint. i changed it a little bit, but not too much. yeahhhhh, i might be ovulating bc?????? anyways.
content desc. eighteen+, huge mommy!kink, sub!abby, dom!reader, masc coded!reader, tall!reader (coded) my lil shorties can still read it too, reader picks up abby, brief mention of reader working out, oral (abby!r), anal (just spit on), fingering, mentions of strap use, squirting, light degradation.
âyouâve been such a good girl. you deserve a reward, donât you?â your stunner of a girlfriend was bare in front of you. sheâs your personal adonis, every muscle sculpted to perfection. her abs clenching, anticipating what your next move would be. freckles scattered around her body, her pierced nipples were so sensitive from all the teasing, swollen and pink, just the way you liked them. abbyâs moans were erratic, shallow breaths as you touched her everywhere except where she needs most.
âbaby, please. need you to fuck meâŠso good. jusâ like you always do. youâre pretty little mouth, yeah? need you to taste me.â abby begged as her she found herself shivering. âiâve been so good, so so good. i didnât touch myself the entire two weeks you were gone. iâll do anything, say anything. i just want you to fuck me.â
âyou will, wonât you? my babygirl is so desperate to be fucked? isnât that right?â you flick her clit with your digit. abby cries out your name, deprived of your touch for two weeks, she savors in every moment.
âgod, youâre the only one who can make me come. couldnât even if i tried without you.â as sweet and sensitive as she appears, intentional hands reach for your belt tugging at it, but you slap abbyâs hands away.
ânothing is coming off until i make you cum at leastâŠ.twice on my tongue. does that sound good, baby?â abby eagerly nods, not wanting to per long this any further.
youâre looking her dead in the eye, before your hands wrap around her thighs and pick her up, surprising your girl in the process.
âhave you been working out?â you shrug like itâs nothing. abby leans in softly, her lips pressed against yours. sheâs never been more attracted to you than she is right now. her strong legs are wrapped around your waist, clinging on as your throw her on the bed.
you climb onto to the bed with her, grabbing ahold of her hips and rotating her body so abby is sitting on her calves, legs bent, sculpted back facing you. sheâs fucking divine, as she sits patiently waiting for your touch to guide her. you drinking in her beauty and for the first time, drowning has never sounded so lovely. pretty girl perfectly still for you. thereâs nothing more than you need to fuck her so stupid. her cute eyebrows furrowed whenever you ask her question. abby does it when she tries to focus, but all that happens after is stuttering, maybe a fragment of a sentence, before sheâs begging to let her come.
tonight isnât going to be any different. she knows it as you sit behind her, your legs spread so her frame fits, but she doesnât lean back. abby knows from experience youâll punish her if she does.
âbaby, i donât think youâve ever been this good.â you slowly undo the braid cascading down her back. her hair smiles of pine and lavender. you want to drown yourself in the scent.
abby keeps her hands at her sides, but you can tell sheâs struggling. her strong hands are balled into fists, knuckles practically pearly white.
ânow, bend over for me and show me your pretty hole, baby. show me what belongs to me.â you slap her ass as you lean on your hands, watching her follow your command.
the arc in her back is sinful as she supports her weight on her hands, her knees pressed against the mattress, her pretty pussy is deliciously wet. youâre itching for a taste, but not until youâve got her a whimpering, pathetic mess.
you bent over her frame, your clothed body pressed against her exposed one. you whisper in abbyâs ear, âdoes mommy have to show you how itâs done? apparently youâve forgotten, babygirl.â
you create some space before placing a firm hand on her neck, planting her face first in the plush duvet. your hands trails down her spine, pressing enough so she gets the idea. abby arches her back like sheâs a fucking pornstar and god you eat it up. she could turn her strength on you, the two of you know that, but she wants to shut her brain off and get fucked and youâll happily oblige.
you kick her thighs apart further. abby whines but she doesnât argue.
âbabygirl, thatâs what iâm talking about. just stay, just like this.â you slap her ass and she jolts forward, her moan caught by the duvet. your hand smooths over the skin, before slapping her again. âgood girl. fuck yeah you are. hmm?â
you spit in her puckered hole, your saliva slides down and flows over her cunt. abby wants to just fuck you, wants to full her pussy on yours, sheâs so sweet and youâre being a tease. itâs torture. pure fucking torture, but she just has to patient. youâre always so good to her. she knows sheâll get it eventually after you make her cum, but fuck sheâs impatient and she wants it now.
for now, all she can do is beg.
âyes mommy, all yours.â abby manages to get out and you slap her cunt as a reward.
âwant me to eat out this pretty cunt out? wanna feel my mouth make a mess of this pussy?â abby cries at your words, hands she loves touching the back of her thighs, inside of them, but never where sheâs dripping for you.
âplease, please, please. i need it so bad. you have no idea how much i missed you, mommy. couldnât stop thinking about this.â
âthinking about what? tell me babygirl, donât spare a single detail. you know how much i love hearing you pretty voice, abs.â you kiss her ass, as she struggles to continue. your teeth biting into her well earned glutes and you love to see the shiver wrack her body as she struggles to collect her thoughts.
âi thought about your fingers, how good they feel inside me. i-i thought about when you fucked me the last time, your cunt rubbing against mine and how good it felt. how i squirted all over you and fuck how you just keep going.â abby moaned, overcome with just the thought. âbut i mainly thought about your tongue, your mouth sucking on my clit, fucking my pussy as you talk me through it.â
there it was, the soft sniffles clueing you to the tears streaming down her full cheeks. now, you could fucking ruin her.
your plump lips found home on her pussy, soft flicks of your tongue made purchase on her clit. abby was relieved at the sensation. you flattened your tongue against her vulva, her hips rotating so she was riding your skilled muscle. euphoria, itâs all abby felt. all she wanted to feel was this.
she could cum from this alone, but your middle and ring finger found her entrance easily, no resistance was met as you slide them inside her.
âmommy, you feel so good inside me. ah, yeah, right there. oh god, yes, yes, oh mommy. please donât stop.â
âstop? is that what you said?â
âno! pleaseâŠi-i need you to make me cum. please make me cum.â
âyou think you deserve it?â you taunted abby, moaning against her pussy as your slurped up her sweet nectar, sending a shockwave through abbyâs core.
your fingers are hitting the delicious spot deep in her pussy, and youâre hitting it over and over, not relenting for a moment. your tongue joins the whole with fingers for a moment, dipping in and itâs just enough to send abby reeling. not enough to make her cum, but sheâs screaming your name, so loudly you wouldnât be surprised if the neighbors abby woke up your neighbors.
âtell me how good it feels, babygirl. yeah? maybe then iâll let you come.â you command her.
âit feels amazing, mommy. i canât get enough of it. fucking me so good, so perfect. love being your good little slut. let you do whatever, whenever, just please donât stop. iâm getting so close.â
âyeah, are you going to cum all over my face? on my tongue?â you grab at her clit with your lips, pulling the bud into your mouth, before flicking it over with your tongue. you circle around the pearl, isolating as you suck on it. your fingers picking up the pace brutally.
abby sounds like an angel being drained by a succubus and maybe itâs what you were. your undergarments were ruined as you humping, well nothing, because this is what it did to you. when abby got off, so did you. sheâs so close, you know she is.
you pull from her clit, your thumb doing the work for you so you can press against her frame and whisper in her ear, âcum for me babygirl. yeah? thatâs right. squirt all over my fingers like i know you can. such a pretty girl, arenât you? give it to me, baby. cum right now and iâll ride your face tonight? câmon angel, give it to me. right now.â
she does. all over your sinful fingers, she squirts and she gushes over over you as you fuck her through. âoh baby, youâre so good. such a perfect babygirl for me.â abbyâs hips ride your fingers as her body wants to collapse, but your free hand holds her left hip and supports her weight.
âfeels so good, mommy. fuuuckkkkk.â abby tries to not whimper as she feels the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her like a freight train. your fingers leave and she feels empty again, but you shove your fingers in her mouth and she sucks immediately. tasting herself as your hands press against her throat.
âsuch a pretty baby, arenât you? jusâ need your holes stuffed and fucked?â you laugh cynically. ânow, let me ride that gorgeous face of yours, alright baby? then, iâm going to fuck this pretty pussy with my cock. would you like that babygirl?â
âplease mommy.â
#âă»ÛȘ âč Ö rayâs works#this one is for my tall!readers <3 very coded though but still!!!#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x fem!reader#abby anderson x masc reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson smut#abby x you#abby x reader#abby anderson x poc reader#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson x you#abby anderson tlou2#wlw sapphic#abby x poc!reader#abby x fem!reader#abby x y/n#abby fanfic#abby fanfiction#abby tlou#abby the last of us
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I was thinking about this, so hereâs:
DAMN Crew When you Get Out of Top Surgery
Gavin smiles so fucking big, squeezes your hand, and tears up a little when you excitedly tell him theyâre gone. He doesnât understand fully, but he does know what it feels like to not be in a body that feels right, as well as how it feels to finally be in a body that does. Heâs so happy for you, and the excitement, joy, and relief he feels from you make his heart feel so full.
Lasko wonât stop talking. Heâs rattling off tips and tricks he figured out after his own top surgery, ways to minimize pain, things to avoid, that kind of thing. He knows exactly what itâs like to finally have them gone, so he knows how happy you are. Heâs already planning a party and trying to figure out how to get the local bakery to write âcongrats on the titty evictionâ on a cake.
Damien is trying to make sure you stay in bed. He knows youâre excited, and heâs thrilled for you, but the doctor said to stay put, god damn it. If you keep trying to run around like you didnât just have major surgery, youâre going to hurt yourself. Yes, he knows theyâre gone. He doesnât need to see, heâll be able to see the scars once itâs healed. Please do not take off the bandages. Lay stillâ
Gavin had to physically stop Huxley from giving you a massive bear hug. Hux forgot in that moment that he had to be careful, he was just so excited for his bro! Heâs glad Gav stopped him, though, because he hugs tight when heâs super pumped. And besides, thereâll be hugs aplenty once youâre all healed up! He offers to help out any time you try reaching for something and reminds you to take it easy while youâre healing.
Caelum doesnât fully understand, but he knows it made you happy! If it makes you happy, then it makes him happy, too! Your chest is still gonna be just as comfy to lay his head on once you feel better. Heâs just glad that youâre smiling so much. He seems like the kind of person who, if you asked him âHow do I look?â heâd reply with âYou look like you, silly!â without quite realizing how happy that makes you feel. Endlessly supportive in his sweet Caelum way!
#yes iâm using my âlasko is transâ headcanon you can pry it from my cold dead hands#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted freelancer#this works for both masc or nb freelancer#masc-coded listener#gendered listener#kinda#nb listener#trans listener
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Mike crew is confirmed short king
5â0 even
IM 5â0 EVEN
I THINK HE IS BRUNETTE??
I LOVE THE VAST
IM MICHAEL CREW CONFIRMED ?????
GOD I WISH THIS WAS ME
#tma#mike crew#michael crew#jurgen leitner#the magnus archives#the vast#genderfluid#god heâs so trans masc coded#tma made me question me gender again
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who up and deeply knowledgeable about many topics đ«Š
#notorious masc moment#datv#dragon age the veilguard#da:tv#i know they meant to convey that taash is actually very intelligent despite seeming kinda herbo coded#but#they phrased it SO weird
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small histories: flagging
this 24 page, riso printed and handbound zine explores the history, origins and evolution of flagging, otherwise known as the handkerchief/hanky code. i also explore contemporary artists who are exploring and evolving the code in art today.
available here!
#queer#trans#trans masc#lgbt#lgbt zine#lgbt history#queer history#queer zine#handkerchief code#hanky code#flagging#trans art#trans zine#trans artist#transrebelcowboy#queer art
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I got a new hair cut! And I made a bill papercraft! Yesterday was great :D
Tomorrow I start school though :( But the miku x BillFord drawing is almost done!!
#gay#not art#bill cipher#bill gravity falls#the book of bill#gravity falls#billford#life update#trans youth#trans masc#transgender#trans pride#paper#paper art#papercraft#morse code
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yall want teen nat to be butch sooooo bad its weird like... van is RIGHT there?? even shauna lowkey?
#idk yall see a leather jacket and go omg masc coded#its..lol#natalie scatorccio#van palmer#shauna shipman#yellowjackets
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I found an old forum post while looking for haircare tips the other day where the commenter was saying that if you want a longer hairstyle to read more masculinely part of the trick is to make it so you visibly have product in your hair, because women's products and styles generally try to aim for a softer "natural" look, even when heavily styled, whereas traditional men's styles generally use pomade or heavy gel, which has more of a crunch/sheen/stiffness to it. And I'd never thought about it that way before but they are completely fucking right and I've been stewing about it this whole time because that's so stupid. Gender is literally so stupid. What the fuck.
#i was so mad styling my hair last night. gripping the sink glaring at myself in the mirror dean winchester style.#how is that the cheat code. I don't wanna be masc anymore this is DUMB
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close enough !!! welcome princess elayne targaryen
#elayne baeta#lesbians#lesbian#masc lesbian#o amor nĂŁo Ă© Ăłbvio#my beloved#brazilian lesbian writer elayne baeta is so targaryen prince coded with this hair#targaryen#princess elayne targaryen#hotd#a song of ice and fire#hotd season 2#house of the dragon
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