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mrsurahara · 8 months

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𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘┊𝗟. 𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗭

ఌ︎. p. Luke Alvez x f!reader // g. smut

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering (f receiving), squirting, mating press], take a shot every time you see “princesa”, cocky Luke Alvez, reader talking shit on the game— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 1.6k

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

You and Luke were laying in your bed. You were in between his legs resting against his warm, shirtless chest in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. You always told him that wearing his clothes helped you feel close to him even when he was miles away on a case.

You had your headset on and a PS5 controller in your hands yelling at the TV. You’d been playing Call of Duty: Warzone for the last three hours nonstop and Luke was having trouble keeping up. All he knew was that your team won every game and you talked a lot of trash. He’s contemplating pouring body wash into your mouth.

Unbeknownst to you, Luke was growing painfully hard. You constantly grinding on his dick, even though it wasn’t on purpose, was making it very challenging to not just flip you over and fuck you right there.

Then he got an idea.

Moving your bent legs to the outside of his, he began running his large hands up and down your thighs. Knowing he loves touching you, you decided against questioning it and continued to play the game. When you didn’t respond to him, he ran the backs of his knuckles over your pussy causing you to buck your hips. A knowing smirk graced his beautiful face because he knew he had you.

He lifted one side of the headset and whispered in your ear, “Cariño, I wanna play,” his breath fanned over your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

You lifted the mic from your mouth before speaking, “After this game baby, I promise,” you said, your voice breathy.

He decided to torture you a little bit. He put the mic back in its place and began to suck on the sweet spot just above your collarbone. You almost moaned, but pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth to suppress it. You took a deep breath to calm your arousal but ultimately failed when he began to nip and suck at the skin on both sides of your neck leaving purplish-red love bites in his wake.

“Good game ya’, gotta go! Bye!” you rushed, turning off the game and throwing both the controller and headset onto the black beanbag in the corner of your room. Luke held your hips down when you tried to turn and face him. “Let me go, I want a kiss,” you whined, eliciting a deep chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Not yet princesa,” he ran his thumbs under the band of the boxers you wore. You were so thick you could actually fit them and it never failed to make all the blood rush to his dick. “Take these off,” he instructed. You lifted your hips and slid the underwear off. “I bet if I touched your pussy my fingers would be soaked, hm?” he said into your ear.

“Well you wouldn’t be wrong,” you shrugged, receiving a smack to your bare cunt making you buck your hips again.

“You’re in no position to be a smartass,” he growled. His hands made their way to your smooth inner thighs and touched everywhere but your needy cunt.

“Luke, please,” you breathed out and you could practically hear the grin on his face.

“Please what, princesa? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” you whined from the lack of contact where you needed it the most.

“Touch you where? Show me,” he said. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your needy pussy. The subtle contact made your eyes flutter shut. His thick fingers ran through your soaked slit. “You’re so wet, Cariño,” he praised as he kissed your neck. “You gonna be good and take my fingers?” he asked.

“Y-yes, sir,” you stumbled over your words. Soon enough one of Luke’s thick digits plunged into your weeping hole, drawing out a wanton moan from you.

“Mhm, let me hear you, baby,” he said against your neck. Luke added another finger then another and curled them inside of you, hitting your G-spot with every movement. You tried to close your legs, but Luke used his own to keep them spread. He brought his other hand around and began to circle your throbbing clit, increasing your pleasure.

Sweet moans and whimpers escaped your lips as the love of your life finger fucked you. You began to feel the heat in your abdomen grow more and more. “Luke I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered through your moans.

“Cum for me princesa— cum all over my fuckin’ hands,” he said, speeding up his movements. His words were that last nudge you needed before you fell off the cliff into a sea of pure bliss. You shouted his name and your fingernails dug into the meat of his thighs, leaving deep crescent indents in his tanned skin. As Luke continued to fuck you through your orgasm, an unfamiliar sensation shot through your abdomen. A burst of liquid shot out of you, wetting Luke’s hands and the bed. Your face burned with embarrassment and you tried to run away from the fingers still massaging your swollen cunt.

Luke was even more turned on than before.

He hummed in satisfaction and petted your clit a few times. “Turn around,” he instructed while untangling your legs. You straddled him, hovering over him so as not to put any additional pressure on your overstimulated pussy. Having none of that, Luke pulled you flush to the painful erection in his pants. You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes, and hid your face in his neck. Bringing a hand to your throat, he gave you a sloppy kiss. He smacked your bare ass and you moaned at the sting. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?” he smiled.

“I didn’t even know I could,” you admitted. He leaned in to kiss you again. “Mi amor’s a squirter,” he grinned against your lips. Then it hit him… he was the first man to ever make you squirt. As if he needed another ego boost. “I’m the first and only man who’s ever gonna make you squirt,” he growled as his grip on the sides of your throat tightened.

“Yes, you are,” you leaned in and placed another loving kiss on his lips. As you continued to kiss, Luke lifted his hips and removed his sweatpants and boxers.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he pulled his shirt from over your head and threw it somewhere on the floor. “Much better,” he grinned in satisfaction as he kissed you again. You raised your hips, taking hold of the base of his dick and lining it up with your entrance. Looking into his eyes, you sank down until the tip rested inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the stretch and you rested your forehead on his.

“You got it princesa,” he praised. His large hands found your hips and helped you move. You sank further and further down until you were flush with his pelvis. “There you go.”

You moaned as you rolled your hips. Clutching at the curls at the back of his head, you attacked his neck. Lips, teeth, and tongue left reddened skin that was sure to become darker in their wake. You kissed a trail from his collarbone to his lips.

Luke kissed you back with equal fervor, panting at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock. His hands that were on your hips migrate to the globes of your ass. His fingers grip the muscle as he moves your hips faster.

“Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” you moaned against his lips.

“Mm, I know cariño,” he cracked a cocky smile, “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Please, please!” you begged.

Flipping you onto your back, Luke pushed your knees to your chest, letting your calves rest on his shoulders. He pulled out leaving the fat tip of his cock in and plunged back into your heat. He repeated the motion, your breath catching in your throat. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

Putting all of his weight on one of his strong arms, he used his free hand to pull your lip free. “Didn’t I say I wanna hear you? Don’t start being hard headed now.” He spits on your clit, “Play with yourself for me, princesa.” You nodded, quickly obeying him. Your eyes screwed shut at the added sensation. Luke lightly slapped your face, “Uhn uhn, eyes on me.”

Through bleary eyes, you met Lukes’s pretty brown ones. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms flexed with every thrust. That familiar heat below your navel began to spread, burning hotter and hotter the more you circled your swollen clit. Luke could feel you clenching around his cock, making him work harder to fuck you deeply.

“You gonna cum hermosa?” he grunted. Your pussy had him in a vice grip and he was so close.

“Yes! Yes, m’gonna cum, baby,” you were so close.

“Go ahead, make a fucking mess.”

You gushed at his words, squirting all over his abs, your movements over your clit never ceasing. With a few more strokes, Luke came with a grunt. His cock twitched as he filled you to the brim with his spend. Luke leaned down to kiss you. You hissed at the ache in your hips when he let your legs down into a more comfortable position. He kneaded the aching flesh without pulling out or breaking the kiss.

Now a tangled mess of limbs and sweet kisses, you swipe at the dewy skin on Luke’s forehead, admiring his handsome face.

“How about you draw us a bath while I change the bed?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Deal.”

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mrsurahara · 8 months

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okay so i think you might've awoken something in me when you said abby would let you ride her forearms.

i feel like the angle might be a bit weird but it could definitely work.

like maybe shes sitting down holding her arm out (resting it on a pillow so her shoulder doesn't tired) while you're kneeling next to her on the couch, grinding from her elbow to a little bit above her wrist.

maybe she's gripping the pillow because her arm is soaking wet and you're leaning on her shoulder, moaning into her neck.

I literally cannot stop thinking about it omfg

ooooh, i love your point of view!

when i wrote the hc i was thinking more along these lines:

abby lying on her back one arm resting behind her head while the other was splayed out across the other side of the bed. you, completely naked, straddling her veiny arm with your hands resting on your thighs. she's most definitely coaching you through it. telling you when to speed up, when to slow down. her arm is soaked with your essence as she denies you of an orgasm for the umpteenth time. abby watches you, her irises reduced to thin rings from the dilation of her pupils.

"abs, p-please. i wan-na cum," you whined. you legs shook on either side of her muscular limb. she ignored you, paying you no attention.

"keep going, i didn't tell you to stop." you don't even have it in you to disobey her, so desperate for whatever pleasure she'll allow.

"look at me," she demanded. both of your lust clouded eyes bet as you continued to roll your hips. "tell me how bad you want it."

"wan' it so so bad, baby, please," you choked out. You could feel the tightening behind your navel and all you wanted was the one thing abby was denying you.

"mm, i don't kno—"

"abby pleeeease," you cried, "i'll do anything you want, jus' lemme cum."

a smirk played on abby's lips as she watched you. taking her time giving you an answer. she knows you know better. know better than to cum without permission. the pretty faces and noises you made along with your begging made her give in.

"go ahead, babe. be good and cum all over my arm."

your hips began to move faster until they found the perfect pace. the coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter until you found your release. your juices spilling all over abby's forearm and onto the sheets beneath you. you braced yourself on abby's chest as you worked yourself through your orgasm. attempting to crawl into abby's lap, she stopped you with her free hand and nodded to her arm.

"nope, put that pretty mouth to use and clean up your mess."

...so yea... that's where my head is at...

#MINORS FUCK OFF #lo speaks ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ #i’ve got mail!(っ' ')╮=͟͟͞͞💌#my nonniebugs #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black!reader #wlw #lesbian

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mrsurahara · 8 months

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𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

(It'll be more aesthetically pleasing and organized once I post more)

𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡

⤷ Dom!Abby Anderson HCs

⤷ Treat You Right

𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗠𝗦

⤷ Ellie Williams Is a Boob Gal

𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

⤷ Sheets

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗢𝗡

⤷ Practice Makes Perfect

𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡

⤷ Chain Game

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

⤷ Heat

#navi ˋ°•*⁀➷#⌁₊˚⊹ mywriting ⊹˚₊⌁

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𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧┊ 𝗔. 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡

ఌ︎. p. hockey player!abby anderson x f!reader // g. smut

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI— top!reader + bottom!Abby (dom/sub undertones), kissing, oral (a receiving), tribbing, multiple orgasms, spitting, hair pulling, fingering (a receiving), crying, overstimulation, reader talking abby through it] bisexual!abby, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, confessions, owen is mentioned like twice (i’m sorry, but i had to drag him a little bit), mentions of alcohol, a sex fantasy daydream, mentions of masturbation, houseparty, lame text message thread, not beta’d n barely proof read— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 4.7k

summary: you got it bad for abby

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

ఌ︎. a/n: ahhhh, i’m so excited! this is one of the bigger pieces i’ve been working on. as always, constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated! enjoy <3!

The smell of cellulose and stale coffee filled the campus library air.

While looking for a specific book on behavioral neuroscience, you decided to pick up one of your old favorites, Lord of the Flies. The stress of coursework and keeping up with sorority activities took its toll on you, so being able to curl up with a good book at the end of the day is a welcomed prize.

Just as your fingertips grazed the spine of the book, it was snatched away. Turning, you come face to face with the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a braid that gave you a full view of her freckle filled face and strong nose. Looking further down, you caught sight of her broad shoulders and muscular arms. Her toned torso that led to her strong thighs. You looked back up at her blue eyes, to avoid being called out for gawking at her.

“I know you saw me reaching for that book,” you crossed your arms and cocked an eyebrow at the blonde.

“And I grabbed it first so, I guess you’ll just have to wait until I finish it,” a cocky smirk playing on her pink lips.

Not even in the mood to beg for the book, you scoffed and moved to walk past her. “Un-fuckin’-belivable,” you muttered under your breath. She stepped in your way, blocking you from moving any further.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget I can’t be a sarcastic asshole to strangers.” she rubs the back of her neck with her free hand, her muscles bulging in her fitted t-shirt. “I have a five hour bus ride in the morning and I need one of the best books ever written to get me through it,” she explains. “However, if I promise to get it back to you when I get back, can we call a truce?”

You narrowed your eyes at her, searching for a reason to curse her out. But her stupid face and her stupid muscles and her stupid voice softened you up. You pulled out your phone and opened a new contact for her to fill out. Handing her the phone, Abby took the phone and added her contact, making sure to text herself so she can save your number as well. You put your contact in her phone as well. Tapping her shoulder with the back of your phone, you look up at her through your lashes, “I’ll be expecting that text, Anderson.”

+ + +

It’s been a little over three months since you met Abigail Anderson who you’ve dutifully nicknamed Bibi. Exactly three days after your encounter in the library, she texted you asking to meet at the library so you could exchange the book. When you met up she had the book ready for you to check out as well as a proposition for lunch.

From there your friendship blossomed.

Outside of Abby’s practices and your community service you two spent nearly every moment together. Meeting up at the library or a local café to talk about any and everything.

The more you hung out with the blonde the more your infatuation grew. The post workout facetime calls when she’s shining with sweat and her muscles are plump. The way she gave you her undivided attention when you were together.

And if you’re being honest, there have been several occasions where you found yourself moaning her name as creamed all over your rabbit vibrator. Imagining what it would be like to feel the weight of her on top of you, feeding your pussy every inch of the silicone strap she chose for you. How it would feel to have her lips on yours leaving them swollen and dragging them down the column of your neck as she sucked bruises on your skin. Oh, how you’ve imagined her head between your legs, fingers pounding in and out of you, every thrust brushing against the spongy area deep within you. Her lips and tongue showing special attention to your clit as she brings you closer and closer—

“Hello?” Abby droned, waving her hand in front of your face to get your attention. The two of you had just finished an early lunch before her practice. You seemed to have slipped into a rather explicit daydream while waiting for her to return from the bathroom.

“Hi,” you gave her a sweet smile and playfully batted your eyelashes. Abby chuckled, shaking her head at your antics.

“C’mon, so I can drop you off,” she held her hand out for you to take. You slung your purse over your shoulder and took her hand as you stood from the table. You expected her to let go after you were up, but she held on as the two of you exited the building. As the two of you made the ten minute drive back to your house, you remembered something you intended to tell her at lunch.

“Oh yea, last night, my roommates decided to throw a party Friday night. I know you have a game, but I wanted to tell you anyway.”

“If I’m up for it, I’ll definitely be there,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.

“And if you’re not, maybe I can crash at your place?” you asked, leaning on the middle console with your head in your hands.

Abby leaned back in her seat, legs spreading slightly as her hands rubbed over her thighs. “Yea, of course you can,” ‘You never have to ask.’ she thought to herself as she looked you over.

You leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and got out of the car. Ducking into the window you say your goodbyes telling her to text you later. As you walked to the front door, Abby watched your ass sway in your jeans that hugged your body so well. She ran a hand down her face, blowing out a puff of air, as that familiar throb between her legs intensified as you waved your fingers at her again before disappearing into the house. She felt like such a fucking loser. Ready to rub one out right there in the car from watching your ass as you walked away from her.

+ + +

The last couple days have been pretty hectic. Your physics professor sprung a last minute quiz on the class. You had no time to mentally prepare for it and had you not done the reading earlier than you were supposed to, you’re sure you would’ve bombed it. On top of that, there have been several fights at the soup kitchen you volunteer at— someone almost getting stabbed with a dirty needle had it not been for the hired security. You were mentally, emotionally, and physically drained. All of the excitement you had for the weekend was completely swept away. All you wanted to do was hide away in your room so you could recharge enough to take on the next week.

But considering there was going to be a party hosted in your home tonight, you could only hope you would get a text from Abby saying how she was exhausted so you could go to her place. Your roommates were running around setting up for the party. Mila was rearranging the furniture, Bri was hiding all of your valuable and breakable items in the spare room and Cori was with you in the kitchen setting up the kitchen with snacks and drinks as you mixed together hunch punch in a ten gallon cooler that was gonna sit on the kitchen island.

You were pouring all of the juices and fresh fruit into the container before you opened three bottles of tequila to pour over in there. “Oh Lord, this bitch finna have us all in this bitch crip walking and hitting flips,” Mila said as you emptied the bottles.

“Girl, this is like 10% alcohol. It literally tastes like juice,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“That’s what alcoholics say!” Bri shouted from the living room.

“Yeah okay, whatever,” you laughed.

It was after seven o’clock meaning that any moment now people would be pulling up. Just as you twisted and duct taped the lid onto the container, the first wave of people began to fill the open space in your home.

Time passed as you mingled and kept your eyes peeled, watching for any weird behavior. Whenever a party was hosted at your home, you and your roommates felt responsible for everyone’s well being so y’all weren’t afraid to beat somebody’s ass because they wanna start drama or can’t take the word “no”.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Checking the time, it was a little after ten o’clock and you saw a notification from Abby.

+ + +

“Bibi, you’re not serious…” you asked in disbelief.

Abby had arrived at the party quicker than either of you anticipated. Already a couple drinks in, the two of you were in the kitchen sipping on the punch you made earlier.

Abby’s cheeks burned and she felt slightly embarrassed at her admission. Rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand, she nodded. “As embarrassing as it is to admit, I’m very serious.”

You threw your drink in the trash. Your hands rested on your hips as your tipsy mind tried to comprehend the situation. “So you’ve never had an orgasm?” you whisper yelled at her under the loud music. “It’s one thing to not cum while having sex, but you’ve never even made yourself finish?”

“Whenever I tried, I’d get overwhelmed and just stop. And my ex,” she rolled her eyes, “He didn’t give a fuck— don’t even think he actually tried.”

You nodded your head, taking in this new information about your friend. You felt bad. Everyone deserves to have at least one mind blowing, toe curling, back arching orgasm in their life and this poor woman has never had one. Grabbing the blonde by her arm, you jut your chin toward the back stairs and pull her in the same direction. The back stairs led up to the second floor, where your room was. A street sign in your favorite color with your first name in bold lettering hung on the door. Abby smiled as she read the sign Reaching into your bra, you pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

You opened the door to your bedroom and invited her in, locking the door behind you and placing the key in the small bowl that held your car keys. The music playing from your sound bar drowned out the sounds of the party below. You dimmed the lights just enough to set the mood. Abby stood next to your bed awkwardly, fidgeting with her hands as she gazed around your room. The various plants you meticulously placed along with the cozy window seat make the space inviting. In her admiration, she turned her back to you. You eased up behind her, gently placing your hands on her waist. She leaned into your embrace and you began to sway her to the music. The previous song transitioned into Tinashe’s Spacetime.

Abby turned around in your hold and your hands slid underneath her fitted t-shirt. Your cool finger tips sent a welcomed shiver up her spine.

“Bibi, I’m gonna use your misery as an opportunity to tell you something really really important.” you looked her in the eye. Abby nodded, a silent encouragement for you to go ahead. Your cheeks puffed as you blew out a breath, “I’ve liked you since you stole Lord of the Flies from me. And when you told me you were bi, you made my little gay heart palpitate so bad I thought I was gonna pass out. And now that you’ve told me, you’ve never had an orgasm, I just wanna treat you so fucking well. Like, take you on dates and hold your hand and get matching nail art and go to your hockey games wearing a jersey with your last name on it,” you rested your forehead on her chest, digging your fingers into her back. The liquor may have given you the courage to admit your feelings, but it didn’t stop you from overthinking your alcohol fueled actions.

Abby’s warm hands cupped your face, angling it toward her own. Her thumbs swept back and forth on your cheeks as she looked into your eyes. She thought she would find eyes full of tears on the brink of spilling, but instead she found eyes full of something sincere, something that could be described as love if she read into it any further. Flicking her eyes down to your lips, Abby saw you anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip. She used one of her thumbs to pull your lip free and leaned in. Your noses touched, lips just millimeters away from each other. Your heart thumped against your ribcage as if it were trying to escape.

“Abigail, if you’re going to kiss me do it before my heart gives out,” you teased, unable to bear her silence. Without any hesitation, Abby pressed her lips to yours. One of her hands pulled you closer by the nape of your neck while the other slid into the back pocket of your jeans and gripped at your ass. You both moaned into the kiss, only pulling away when your lungs were in desperate need of air. Abby rested her forehead against yours, catching her breath. Her blue eyes opened, revealing blown pupils. Standing up straight, Abby’s strong arms wound around your waist and pulled you as close as possible.

“I want to take you on dates too, and hold your hand, and get matching nail art,” she laughed knowing she never gets anything more than a clear topcoat, “and I wanna give you my jersey to wear to my home games so when I look into the stands, I see the prettiest girl who I get to call mine.”

“Yours?”

“Mine,” she said with no room for argument. “My pretty girl.”

You damn near tackled Abby onto your bed. She kicked off her shoes as you tugged at her belt. Shimmying out of her pants, she lifted up and you helped her out of her shirt. When her back touched the plush comforter, you planted one of your hands beside her head while the other traced patterns on her neck and chest. “We don’t have to have sex, we can do whatever you want. I don’t want you to feel like I ambushed you with my feelings just to sleep with you,” you confessed.

Abby pulled you into a kiss, “I’m done waiting. I’ve been waiting since you gave me the death stare after I stole that book,” she looked up at you smugly. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. ‘She wanna play games’ you thought to yourself. Standing up, you toed off your shoes. A cute pout played on the blonde’s face as you pulled your shirt over your head. Finally, shimmying out of your jeans you straddled the half-naked woman who looked real good splayed out on your bed. Abby immediately began to paw at you, touching every inch of skin she could reach. Her hands were perfect. The smoothness of her fingertips contrasting with the calluses on her palms from weight lifting and her time holding a stick.

All of your want for the woman was expressed through your shared kisses and touches. Your lips traveled from hers to across her jaw. You kissed down her neck, desperately searching for the spot that made her weak. She gasped as her back arched when you sucked on the junction between the column of her throat and collar bone. You bit down on the area, soothing the sting with your tongue, and continued to suck until a bright red mark that was sure to bruise later formed.

You kissed down to her chest, placing a kiss in between the valley of her breasts. You cupped them in your hands massaging them through her bra. “Is this okay?” you asked, looking up at her through your lashes. She nodded, making you shake your head. “I need to hear you say it,” you continued to tease her through the thin sports bra.

“Mhm, s’okay. It feels really good,” her voice was breathy.

Abby can’t recall a time she’s ever felt like this. Her cheeks, which she was sure had a pink tint to them, burned under your gaze. Every touch had her clenching around nothing and her clit throbbed, begging for any friction you were willing to grant her. When you asked if you could take off her bra, she hesitated. Having a naturally smaller chest as well as a muscular upper body made her feel somewhat inferior to women who were walking around with C and D-Cups— hell, even B Cups. When you tossed her bra to the floor, her hands were already covering her chest. She looked anywhere but at you.

“Abs, look at me,” you said. Hesitantly, she listened. Taking a hold of her hands you kissed the insides of both wrists, your eyes never leaving hers. You positioned her hands above her head, a silent instruction to keep them there. Reaching behind your back, you unclipped your bra, freeing your breasts from the underwired confines. “I’ll always wanna see this pretty body,” you kissed down the valley of her breasts. “You worked too hard, to hide it from me,” you licked over her left nipple, suckling until it pebbled against your tongue. Abby arched into your mouth, more of her breast pressing against your face. You showed the other the same love before pulling away. Her once pink nipples slightly darkened, courtesy of your mouth. Her abs flexed as you kissed down her stomach. When you began to suck bruises on her hip line, she tried to squeeze her legs together but your body prevented her from attaining any friction. A needy whine left her lips at you denying her pleasure.

Looking up at her you feigned a pout. “What’s the matter babe?” you teased. Your lips found the inside of her thighs as you laid your front flush to the bed. Abby grew needier as she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. Unhappy with her hiding anything from you, you bit her hard, teeth marks etched into her soft skin. Abby gasped at the pleasurable pain and the moan that your actions evoked had you rubbing your own thighs together. “There you go,” you cooed as you ran your tongue over the teeth marks left in her flesh, “You sound so fuckin’ pretty baby,” you placed a kiss on her clothed clit. Abby’s hips bucked against your face as her back went rigid. You saw her knuckles turning white from how tightly she was gripping your comforter. “Don’t tell me that loser bitch never went down on this pretty pussy.”

Embarrassed that you had read the situation so well, she looked away. Raising up from your position, you came face to face with the blonde, lying under you. Grabbing a fistful of her boxers, you pulled them up until the crotch was stretching over her slit. The cotton rubbed against her aching clit and Abby's chest heaved as she tried not to scream. You took her jaw in to your hand and made her face you, “Baby, I’m tryna be nice but if I have to tell you to stop looking away from me again, I’m gonna fuck you until you cry,” you gripped her jaw just enough to convey the seriousness of your words.

“M’sorry,” she blinked up at you in a daze.

“Don’t be sorry,” you kissed her lips and let go of her boxers, “Just trust me when I say I’ll take care of you, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” Abby nodded. and reached up she reached up to kiss you again. Your hand slipped past the cotton concealing her most intimate area. The slick that coated your fingers had you both moaning into the kiss. Abby’s hips bucked against your hand, chasing the pleasure she’d been craving. Removing your hand, Abby whined at the loss of contact. You sucked her essence off your fingers and swear you could’ve cum just from the little taste you got.

“Can I take these off?” you asked. Abby lifted her hips giving you silent permission. You looked over the blonde’s completely naked body and wanted nothing more than to worship her perfect body. With a chaste kiss, you laid back down, now face to face with her bare cunt. Sparse dark blonde hairs trailed from her navel to the hood of her clit. The landing strip was a nice touch.

Wasting no time, you licked a stripe up her slit. You both moaned— you at the sweet slick coating your tongue and her because your tongue was unlike anything she’d ever felt down there. Abby’s legs squeezed around your head and you didn’t bother fighting it, knowing that you would happily suffocate between her legs. You wrapped your hands under her thighs, to bring yourself impossibly closer to her pussy. A smile played on your lips as you flicked the tip of your tongue over her clit.

Abby was trembling. Your tongue expertly licked through her folds, gathering every drop of slick that dripped from her sopping hole. She didn’t know what to do. When you pinched her thigh, she loosened her legs. You spread her wet lips apart and spit on her clit. Diving back in you suck her engorged clit into your mouth. A wanton moan left Abby as she thrashed against your hold. One of her hands found your hair. Her fingertips found the roots of your hair and tugged. The sting in your scalp had you moaning and grinding your hips into the mattress.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Abby cried out as you roughly sucked in her clit. Dropping your head a little lower, you plunged your tongue into her drooling hole. You groaned into the sticky flesh as you lapped up every drop of her essence. Her wetness coated your lips and chin and leaked onto the sheets. Releasing one of her thighs, you eased two fingers inside her.

“You taste so good, baby. Could keep my face buried in this pussy forever,” you pet her clit with your tongue. You worked your fingers in and out of her opening trying different angles. A particular one had Abby clenching around your fingers and tightening her fingers in your hair. “Right there?” you asked. She nodded her head fervently. Taking her clit in between your teeth, adding just enough pressure to make it pleasurable, her legs shook.

“Yes, please! Right there— fuck, right there!” Abby cried as you continued to pleasure her.

That familiar feeling began to wind inside Abby’s abdomen. That overwhelming feeling that had her running away from her own pleasure. She began to shuffle up the bed. Having none of it, you sat up and placed your body weight on top of her. You never stopped your ministrations as you came face to face with the woman once again. Abby looked up at you with her pretty blue eyes that have now glossed over with tears.

“Why’re you cryin’ mama?” you kissed her, the remainder of her juices still coating your lips. “Hm?”

“S’too much,” she tried to wiggle away from your hand.

“Uhn uhn,” you shook your head. You put your thumb on her clit, circling it as you continued to bury your fingers inside her. “Roll your hips up toward my hand,” you instructed. Nodding, Abby followed your instructions. With every roll of her hips the fire behind her navel began to grow. The lines between pleasure and discomfort were beyond blurred. “There you go. Chase it, baby.”

Abby’s eyes fluttered shut as she moved faster. You felt her walls begin to spasm around your fingers. “Look at me when I make you cum,” you ordered. Abby opened her eyes to meet yours. Your pupils were blown and glazed over with unadulterated lust. You looked at her with so much care, she could’ve sobbed then and there. Never has she ever been put first when I came to sex. But with you? She felt like she could get lost in your touch and showers of affection forever. Your words helped work her up.

“You can take it,”

“Just like that, babe,”

“I gotchu, ’m right here,”

It snuck up on her, taking you both by surprise. Abby’s eye rolled back as her orgasm washed over her. Her hips bucked wildly as wallowed in her bliss. You leaned in for a kiss as you continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Post orgasm Abby was a sight to see. Cheeks flushed, strands of dark blonde hair sticking to her dewy skin, chest heaving up and down, and her bottom lip wobbling. You placed a few more chaste kisses to her lips as you withdrew your fingers from her sensitive cunt. Not being able to stop yourself, you licked up the remainder of her essence from your fingers.

“You okay?” you kissed her forehead.

“Better than okay,” she nodded, that amazing smile coming into view. Abby leaned up to kiss you again, pulling you flush to her body. She ran her hands down your body, grabbing at the fat of your ass. Your whimper into her mouth had her drawing away. “What about you? You okay?” her hand continued to rub your ass.

“I’m good, don’t worry about me,” you lied through your teeth. You’d been throbbing since your first kiss and the stickiness in your panties had become rather uncomfortable. Despite all that, Abby was the priority for tonight. If it came down to it, you’d rub one out in the bathroom after she fell asleep.

“Babe, don’t lie to me. Tell me what I can do for you,” she kissed your neck.

You pulled your underwear down and kicked them off onto the floor. “Spread your legs for me?” you asked. Abby did as instructed. You spread your lips apart, revealing your swollen clit. Dropping your hips, you pressed your clit to Abby’s. Both of your moans echoed throughout the space. You rocked your hips quickly, increasing the friction. The sounds of Abby’s moans and your mixing juices pushed you further and further to the edge. As the knot in your belly tightened, you pressed your chest to Abby’s and stuck your face in the crook of her neck, kissing where you could reach.

The feeling of your soaked cunt on hers had Abby fucking you back. Your hips rolled together in tandem. That familiar feeling had made itself known again, but this time Abby welcomed it with open arms.

“Oh my— fuck! You’re gonna make me cum again,” Abby gasped as her hips stuttered.

Retreating from her neck, you kissed Abby hard. “Cum with me baby,” you gasped, “Wanna cum all over this pretty pussy.”

A few more rolls of your hips had you both screaming as your clits caught one another, sending you over the edge into a sea of ecstasy. You both continued to grind, using each other to prolong your highs. You were trembling like a leaf above Abby as you rested your forehead against hers, panting as you both caught your breaths.

Abby’s hands smoothed over your sides. She tilted her head back to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands found the sides of her neck, thumbs swooping back and forth over her cheeks as you kissed her back. “I’ll be right back,” you got up from the bed and sauntered into your en suite. When reentered your bedroom, Abby was lying there, hand thrown over her eyes with a goofy smile playing on her lips. She didn’t notice your presence until the bed dipped under your weight. You gently spread Abby’s legs and cleaned her up with the warm washcloth. Discarding the rag somewhere on the floor amongst your clothes, the two of you snuggled together under the soft sheets. You hooked your leg over her hip and drew her as close as possible.

Abby watched you with sleepy eyes. She felt content. Here she was, cuddled up with a woman she had been yearning for.

ఌ︎. a/n #2: if y'all have any thots or questions about hockey player!abby hit my inbox!

#⌁₊˚⊹ mywriting ⊹˚₊⌁#wlw #lesbian #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black!reader #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x black!fem!reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #hockey player!abby #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 #the last of us 2

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mrsurahara · 8 months

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honestly, truly? same.

𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗖𝘀┊𝗔. 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡

ఌ︎. p. Abby Anderson x f!reader // g. smut

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI— dom!Abby + sub!Reader, dirty talk, strap use (r!receiving), oral (abby + r!receiving), fingering (abby + r!receiving), thigh/forearm riding, strapwarming, hickeys, jealousy, spitting, choking, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spanking, bondage, vibrator use, bondage, teasing, overstimulation, face sitting, abby fucking reader’s face with her strap, clitwarming, masturbation, voyeurism, tribbing, pussy slapping, edging, safe word use, aftercareeee], use of feminine pet names, reader is described as having female anatomy— let me know if i missed any!

ఌ︎. wc. 1.1k

ఌ︎. summary: just some nasty headcanons abt my favorite girl

ఌ︎. a/n: i tried to keep these as neutral as possible so you could imagine the canon universe or a modern!au. i hope y’all enjoy! <3

Soft Dom!Daddy!Abby

❀ daddy!abby who whispers the sweetest words in your ear while she fucks you with your favorite strap

“you take me so well, baby,”

“just keep making those pretty noises for me,”

“oh, i know bun, but you look so pretty like this,”

❀ daddy!abby who worships your titties while you’re in her lap bouncing on her strap

❀ daddy!abby who wakes you up with her face between your legs and her thick fingers in rubbing the spongy spot inside your needy cunt

❀ daddy!abby who lets you get off by riding her thick thighs or her veiny forearms

❀ daddy!abby who gives her good girl any and everything she wants because you deserve the world

❀ daddy!abby who knows just how to make a bad day better— your favorite meal and a relaxing bath followed by an oil massage that leads to her fucking you into a peaceful sleep, cuddled in her strong arms

❀ daddy!abby who stuffs you full of her strap while you’re asleep or watching something together because it brings you comfort

❀ daddy!abby who gets off on making you cum— your sweet noises pushing her closer and closer to the edge

❀ daddy!abby who fucks and talks you through your orgasm

“cum for me, pretty girl,”

“there you go baby,”

“you’re so good for me, always so good for me,”

❀ daddy!abby who wakes up to you eating her out with your fingers stuffed in her cunt

❀ daddy!abby who leaves hickeys on your neck so everyone knows you’re hers

❀ daddy!abby who gets so possessive she has to drag you to the nearest private area and “refamiliarize” herself with your body

❀ daddy!abby who gets jealous when other people flirt with you so when you get home she reminds you of who makes you cream and scream every night

❀ daddy!abby who spits in your mouth after making you cum on her face

❀ daddy!abby who squeezes the sides of your throat until you cum— the rush of blood to your head and the stimulation to your pussy has you seeing stars every time

❀ daddy!abby who kisses away your tears when she’s just fucking you so good

❀ daddy!abby who lays you flat on your front as she fucks you from behind— her body draped over yours, her strap filling you up to the brim, the mattress beneath you pressing against the front of your abdomen adding an additional layer of pleasure

❀ daddy!abby who teases you all night— running her hands over your body, whispering her filthy desires into your ears. you just look so fucking pretty and she can’t get enough

❀ daddy!abby who lets you use her fingers to cum

it’s the middle of the night and you’re horny. you don’t know what triggered it, you just know that you need cum. you tried using your own fingers but they couldn’t reach where you needed them to. abby was asleep next to you. one arm tucked under her pillow and the other draped over your waist. you slid your panties down your legs, kicking them off somewhere under the sheets. you took hold of her hand and moved it to your mound.

you adjusted her fingers to run over your slick slit and pushed them into your needy cunt. once they reached that spot, you bit your lip to silence your moans. you used your own fingers to rub your clit until you were gushing all over abby’s hands.

when you opened your eyes you were met with abby’s sleepy eyes looking right at you. she leaned in closer, right at your ear and whispered, “make sure you clean up your mess,”

❀ daddy!abby who will spank you mid fuck if you try to deprive her of your pretty voice

Mean Dom!Mommy!Abby

❀ mommy!abby who uses the strap you hate— it stretches you out but it doesn’t reach as far as you need

❀ mommy!abby who ties you to the bed spread eagle and shoves a bullet vibrator into your cunt on the highest setting

❀ mommy!abby who had a bad day and needs to take it out on your cunt

❀ mommy!abby who will bend you over her knee and spank your ass until her handprint is welted into both your cheeks

❀ mommy!abby who teases you for getting off from your spanking

❀ mommy!abby who overstimulates you until she feels like stopping

❀ mommy!abby who sits on your face and grinds her pussy on you until she’s satisfied

❀ mommy!abby who lays on her back and hold your face to her cunt, drowning you in her juices

❀ mommy!abby who makes you get on your knees as she fucks your face with her strap

❀ mommy!abby who moans as if she can feel you gagging on her strap

❀ mommy!abby who makes you clitwarm her while she reads

❀ mommy!abby who makes you finger yourself while she watches

❀ mommy!abby who makes you get on top and rub your pussy on hers until she cums

❀ mommy!abby who loves to slap your pussy until you’re crying and squirting

❀ mommy!abby who smears your tears all over your face when you start to cry

❀ mommy!abby who makes you choke on her fingers while she pounds into your overstimulated pussy

❀ mommy!abby who punishes you for trying to get off without permission

❀ mommy!abby who pulls you away from the group to edge you

fucking you against the wall with her strap

fucking you with her fingers

making you bend over so she can eat you out from behind

denying you and orgasm until you return to the safety of your own home

even then… she still might draw it out until you’re crying and begging

❀ mommy!abby who drops the fantasy as soon as you say your safe word

abby’s quick to drop the act. restraints, toys, blindfolds, etc. are removed as quickly as possible

❀ mommy!abby who provides the best aftercare— holding you, kissing you, reassuring you

“i got you— breathe, baby,” abby cooed as she wiped at your sticky skin. she helped you sit up as you continued to catch your breath. grabbing the water bottle from the nightstand, she helped you drink from it. once you had your fill, you pushed the bottle away. abby pulled you close, planting kisses wherever she could reach. “you did so well for me, beautiful,” she kissed your lips sweetly, “do you need anything?”

“can you just hold me, please?”

abby gave you a gentle squeeze and one more kiss before tucking your head into her heck, “‘course i can, babe,”

ఌ︎. a/n: if you guys want me to go in depth for any of these hcs, just send in an ask! :)

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mrsurahara · 8 months

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

i literally posted my first fic 4 days ago 🥹 wtf you guysssss 🥹🩷

#lo speaks ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ #╭₊˚๑ milestones﹕☁️₊˚੭ #I LITERALLY LOVE YALL #KICKING AND SWINGING MY FEET RN

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mrsurahara · 8 months

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𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗠𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗕 𝗚𝗔𝗟┊𝗘. 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗠𝗦

ఌ︎ p. Ellie Williams x f!reader // g. smut + nsfw

ఌ︎. cw. MDNI, Ellie being a fiend for some titties— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 0.4k

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Will literally lick, suck, and fuck your chest.

She would straddle your torso, strap resting in the valley of your breasts. She’d palm them from the sides, pushing them together until they envelope the pink silicone. She’d rock her hips back and forth watching the tip poke through just under your chin. Her drooling cunt dragging against your skin as she gets off from the friction.

Thinks you’re a human pillow.

Watching something in bed/on the couch? Her head is on your chest. At a party and she’s ready to go? Face planting straight into your chest, asking you to say your goodbyes so y’all can leave.

Stretches out your shirts and hoodies because she tries to stick her head underneath them.

When she marks you up, leaving deep colored love bites littered all over your tits and collar bones. You don’t particularly care to cover them up, but when you have to, she gets pissy.

Will gladly give you a titty massage on your period.

Also obsessed with your period boobs because they get extra plump and sensitive.

Will definitely pop a titty into her mouth just because she wants to.

She’s especially bad when she’s high.

Literally begging you to show her your boobs.

Obviously, Ellie’s a switch.

Perfect opportunity to get her to call you mommy/daddy (if you’re into that!)

You don’t really care because the look on her face is so worth it.

Plump pink lips all pouty, big green eyes begging, pupils almost completely blown with lust.

You’ll definitely take care of her.

Who could say ‘no’ to that beautiful face?

Ellie definitely spanks your nipples with her rings on.

You may or may not have crocheted a plushie replica of your titties with a removable black bikini top as a gag gift during the christmas gift exchange with your friends.

Nipple orgasms.

It was an accident.

She was just being herself, kissing and licking and biting you like usual. Then your eyes rolled back and you started moaning and shaking.

You were both confused.

“Did you just—?”

“Yea, I definitely did,”

Now she’s obsessed with making you cum just from touching your nipples.

She’ll discover different ways to trigger them and store them in the supposed “About Y/n” section of her brain

If you spray perfume on your chest, she’ll act like you tried to murder her.

Like, she’s literally so dramatic.

Spitting into the nearest trash can/sink and gargling whatever drink she has nearby.

Will absolutely dry heave and take obnoxious breaths.

Then she’ll wipe you down until she can only taste your skin.

#⌁₊˚⊹ mywriting ⊹˚₊⌁#wlw #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams x black reader #ellie williams x you #the last of us part 2 #the last of us 2 #ellie williams smut #x black!reader #x black reader #x black!fem!reader #x black fem reader

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