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just realized that there were definitely celebrities who got infected in the last of us which is hilarious to think about. imagine getting attacked by a zombie and your last thought before you die is "is that fucking justin timberlake?"

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How each Abby fucks you <33

- nsfw, dom!abby, sub!abby

n/a: abby version!! lemme know what you think! and if i should write anything else!

jackson!abby

◇ can barely focus on you

◇ can't carry around a strap so uses her fingers

◇ uneven strokes, focused on joel but still trying and failing to be good for you

◇ if yall actually want to fuck you have to hide and be quiet from the whole group

◇ you ride her thigh half asleep, with the entire wlf in the same room just trying to get off

◇ sleepy moans:( quiet moans:(((

◇ "does that feel good baby? yeah? you need to cum we got a long day tomorrow."

seattle!abby

◇ literally fucks you absolutely stupid

◇ she's no longer focused on joel so she can fuck you how you deserve

◇ strap is black and hitting your gspot

◇ she won't get off of you, she'll wake you up wit head

◇ when you first get back she fucks you from sun up to sun down, everyone is wondering where yall are for days and manny just misses his bed

◇ she's just so happy to be able to fuck you without owen sleeping 5ft away

◇"fuuuck you're soaked baby i missed this pussy so much you have no fucking idea."

after seattle!abby

◇ a lot less privacy now that abby's adopted son lev is always around yall make it work

◇ a lot of quickies

◇she fucks you up against a wall (or tree or table or whatever standing structure she can find) and muffles her moans into your neck

◇she was really worried about the girl that killed all her friends and couldn't perform until she knew she wouldn't come for you, lev and you are all she has left:((((

◇ she reminds you that she loves you while she's knuckles deep into your pussy

◇ "i love you-i love you baby, need you to know that."

santabarbara! abby

◇ umm the bitch is tied tf up on a pole fuck yall finna get up to?!?!?

epilogue!abby

◇ literally fucks you like you're gonna disappear any second

◇ kiss all over your face, tears in her eyes

◇ she makes you look at her while you cum

◇ she lets you top because it lets her finally relax and she fuckin loves it

◇ the whinnest sub! always in tears and begging

◇ lots of thank yous

◇ you fuck her wit the strap and she can't believe how good it feels

◇she can barely talk its just a lot of fucked out muttering and moans

◇"you- fu- it fe-els so-o good, oh my god ohmygod can i please cum baby please-please."

the end<33

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ ── 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭… 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

summary ; abby, her pretty arms and you…

content warning ; fem!reader x abby anderson, SFW part: lots of fluff, petnames, established relationship. NSFW part, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: strap usage (r receiving), cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), pet names, kinda choking, kinda size kink (reader’s size not specified!), strenght kink (?,

author’s note ; totally got inspired by this post from @cssiel, go show some love!! <3

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★ we can all agree abby has the juiciest arms… i mean, just look at those pics!!

★ so i really picture her feeling so so confident when your eyes stay fixed on those bulky veiny sexy arms for just a little too long…….

★ she absolutely loves it when you kiss her, but when you kiss her arms??? she feels like she’s about to melt.

★ when the two of you go out, she always makes sure you’re by her side. she either has her arm around your shoulders or your arms are intertwined.

★ whenever your arms are hooked with hers you feel like she’s about to crush your hand if she clenches her bycep… and you both love it!!!

★ your favourite activities with her arms include tying bows, doodling on them or trying to kiss all her freckles!!

★ “what are you doing, pretty girl?” abby laughed when she saw you cutting a piece of pink ribbon. “i want to try something, pleeease…” you beg clasping your hands together.

★ when you finished tying the bow she just giggled and patted your head, “you’re adorable.” she muttered, playing it cool (she was internally screaming how much she loved you).

★ the doodling became a thing when you two were hanging out in your room, abby was reading a book and you were sketching some stuff. your girlfriend started missing your touch (even tho you were lying by her side), so she threw her arm over your shoulders and kissed the side of your head.

★ that’s when you looked down at her arm and an amazing idea came to you, “stay still, abs!” you grinned as you grabbed your pen and started drawing little hearts and starts on her forearm.

★ since that day, whenever you’re bored you draw some doodles on abby’s arms and she ADORES IT.

★ and well, another thing abby loves is when you bite her arm… she thinks it’s so cute and reminds her of an animal marking their territory!!

★ so yeah…. abby’s arms !!!! ♡

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★ she loves wrapping her arm around your neck as she hits it from the back with her strap. had to say it.

★ tbh, we all know she’s a big teddy bear, but i truly believe that changes when she remembers that she could easily crush you…. her pussy gets so wet thinking about it…

★ when you guys need to be quiet, she tells you to bite her arms so you can keep your noises down and she lives for it. “you need to keep your voice down, baby…” she starts, “open your mouth, pretty girl, and bite down.” as she puts her forearm in front of your mouth.

★ let’s not forget about the way she separates your legs with her big hands and how she holds them still with her arms when she eats you out like a starved woman…

★ “stop trying to close your legs, baby, you already know it’s not happening.” she mutters while kissing your thighs.

★ abby loves to finger you while she spoons you and wraps her arms around your waist, she feels so good being so close to you, the intimacy makes her heart beat faster and her fingers go deeper…

★ ugh… i need her so bad…

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For my ellabs enjoyers miss ya guys

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abby and her damn squirting strap - porn no plot

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・. ✫・ ゜・ “go on baby, sit on it,” abby smirks, watching you grind on the tip of her strap, your head rolling back — hands gripping her thighs so hard they’re leaving nail marks. abby groans, bucking her hips and gripping onto yours, pulling you down on her dick. “I said take it baby,” she groans — It’s bigger than usual and you can’t help the loud yelp that escapes you. “fuck, s’stretching me,” you grunt, rolling yours hips in her lap, near hyperventilating as abby helps you ride her cock, “that’s it honey, keep going,” abby sighs, pulling your hair and your head back onto her shoulder so she can see your face. “fuckkk, you’re pretty,” abby whines as she grips one of your hips and your neck, bucking up into you.

your thighs clench as you bounce on her, gasping and whining turning your head to kiss her, taste her tongue sloppily and your eyes roll back at the feeling of her bucking hard into you, her strap leaking. “you feel that honey? m’gonna fill you up,”

“oh! oh my god abby - fuck!” you gasp, holding onto her arms wrapped around you, her feet planting steady on the floor so her hips can buck relentlessly into you as you whine, yelp and cry out, “abby, abs - oh my god I can feel you,” you moan, you can’t even control the way you’re riding because her hold on you is so tight. she’s in complete control. you feel her kissing and biting at your jaw “need to breed you baby, fill you up. get that belly nice and full of me,”

you grip onto her hair, your mouth perpetually open, always crying and yelling profanities as she bucks up into you, “that’s it honey - just let me take care of you,” she whispers, rolling her hips so she’s kissing your g-spot. “look so pretty taking my cock honey, jesus yeah, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum inside you baby,”

the pressure of her thrusts makes her strap leak and you moan, your cunt squeezing around her strap as abby fucks you hard enough, holding you down and grinding her hips up into you, until you’re leaking with her cum.

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Me every time i remember abby Anderson isn’t a hot masc lesbian and has in fact slept and dated only a man and is most likely straight🧍‍♀️

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THIS IS VERRY ABBY CORE (can someone make drabble about this 🙏🏽🙏🏽)

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.𖥔 ݁ ೀ . Cuddling with abby <3

cw: just pure fluff, some kissing, Abby being a cutie;))

an: I need to cuddle her rn!! this is pretty poorly written, sorry:(

divider by: @cafekitsune

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Abby’s toned muscled arms are wrapped around your middle, and her front pressed up against your back. She has her lips on your naked shoulder, placing little pecks all over it.

Your hands were placed right on top of Abby’s bigger ones, holding them slightly. You turn your head to the side to face Abby, smiling at her vaguely. She moves her face closer to yours, and places a kiss right on top of your lips, pulling away pretty quickly.

“I love you,” Abby slur-whispers to you, with a grin on her face.

As soon as she pulled away, you chased after her lips to get one more kiss. And she willingly gives you one more, smiling through it, because she thought that was very cute.

“I love you too.” you finally saying it back, with the same tone she told you. You turn your head back, and Abby puts hers right on to your shoulder once again, placing one more kiss to it, before murmuring a sleepy—

“goodnight, baby,”

you also mumble a tired “goodnight, Abs.” Before the two of you drifted off into a slumber, cuddling like you do every single night, because I said so<33

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pairing: ceo!abby x secretary!reader

synopsis: when you finally land the job of your dreams, you had no idea what your boss would be like. and damn, no idea you conjured could've done her justice.

warnings: top!abby, bottom!reader, age gap (reader is in her 20s, abby is in her early 40s), cunnilingus (r/a receiving), strap (r!receiving), praise + degradation, mommy kink, dirty talk, manhandling, pet names (sweetheart, sweet girl, angel, baby, whore, slut)

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it wasn't everyday that you landed a job with one of the most well known law firms in washington. for now you were just a secretary, someone to sit outside of an office and take calls, but your hope was to work your way up to one of their lawyers.

you had little prior experience with being a secretary, but it was just enough to get you this gig. the building was large, and the office you were to assist was on one of the highest floors, naturally where the head of the firm was.

you knew her, abby anderson. incredibly talented lawyer who even won over a supreme court case. though you hadn't met her in person, you were exhilarated to meet her. she was who you dreamed to be, especially by her age.

it wasn't until your third day, when abby was finally in the office, when you got a glimpse of what working here would actually look like. abby showed up in a well pressed black suit, armani logo drilling into your eyes like a laser, making you feel all that underdressed.

"do I know you?" she asked when you knocked gently on her office door and went in. she truly didn't mean to be rude - her son had been sick for three days and she was feeling it now - but you didn't know that. you automatically assumed she was an asshole, and that threw you off.

you cleared your throat, meeting her eyes and immediately shifting them again. she was intimidating, almost scary. "I'm y/n. I'm your new assistant." she looked you up and down, gaze still burning your skin, and the corner of her mouth turned up to a smirk.

"great. I take my coffee black, nothing in it. there will be a card on your desk that you can charge it to every morning. get yourself something. I expect you to leave before I do, as I stay late. by any chance, do you babysit?" your eyes found hers as you finally looked up.

"I mean, I can. I used to when-" she cut you off, uninterested in anything except the yes. you noted that for later.

"I might need you to pick up my son from school every couple weeks. not often, and certainly not until I've run a background check on you." she wasn't hardly looking at you now, eyes flipping between her papers and computer. "did I miss anything?"

"no ma'am," you said, standing up and instinctively wiping off your skirt, though there was nothing there. suddenly you were back at your desk, waiting for calls and bookings to come in while trying to make sense of that interaction.

the next day you arrived late, but in your defense, the line at the coffee place was long and traffic was even longer, and now you weren't even sure that the coffee was hot. abby was there when you gently knocked on her door, allowing your entry with a low 'come in.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, there was really bad traffic and the line-"

"it's okay, sweet girl." your stomach flipped. yesterday, when your eyes knew nothing but the floor, you hadn't exactly taken in her appearance, but today. today.

today she was in a black turtleneck, sleeves right around the muscle in her arms that just made her look so, so good. her black slacks were tight at her hips with a belt, and they were hugging her legs so tight that you were sure the seam would rip.

her hair was pulled into a nice bun and she wore no makeup, not that she ever needed to. she had freckles, beautiful eyes. rings. she had rings, that she could put inside of you any day.

"I'll be on time tomorrow, miss." your gaze dropped again as you turned to leave her office. this was surely going to be nothing but torture for the following months.

two weeks later was the first time she asked you to stay late. you originally had plans, but the way your name dripped off of her tongue like honey made you immediately cancel them. she had asked you politely to pick up her son, and you even acquired her number from the ordeal.

dealing with kids was not your specialty, but abby's son was a delight. he talked all about his mom, some about his dad and it made you wonder if abby was single or not. she never wore a ring to your knowledge, not even on a necklace, and from your speculation she almost looked like a lesbian. maybe you were just dreaming about the end.

if you had taken your apartment and multiplied it by ten, it still wouldn't be half the size of abby's house. she truly did have money, if the armani suits and porsche didn't say that already.

an hour into your babysitting, which almost just felt like hanging out with a kid in a mansion, abby got home. she walked in, greeting you with the first real smile you had ever seen on her face. your brain malfunctioned when you gently placed her hand on your arm and pressed an innocent kiss onto your cheek.

you were blushing profusely, pupils blown, almost dizzy, all she did was kiss your cheek, a very normal way of greeting someone and you were fucked. abby didn't fail to see you run your fingers over the spot and look at them before quickly turning back towards the two of them.

abby lived for it. lived for the you drooled over everything she did, lived for the way that she was sure her fingers would look so, so good in your mouth... and she tried not to think about it. how could she, when her son was standing right next to her, trying to tell her about his day, and you. you just looked so innocent.

you were engulfed in her smell, the perfect balance of pine and amber and erotica. she smelled like five hundred dollar cologne right off the shelf of valentino. you wanted to smell like that, wanted to smell like that, wanted to wear her clothes and have everyone think that you were together.

"thanks for coming, sweetheart. I'll see you on monday." you looked at her with your brows knit, knowing you had work the following day, friday. "take the day off. you did something for me, and I'm repaying you. use my card and get something."

the amount of money she had to just throw around was so attractive to you. she was an independent woman who brought in millions every year and was letting some secretary she had known for three weeks let buy anything on a day off.

monday had arrived, and you had purchased nothing with abby's card, naturally. you weren't one to spend someone's money just because they had a lot of it, or because they told you to. she would've had to buy it for you to accept it, at that.

it was nearing eleven when abby called you into her office by your first name, instead of one of the many nicknames she always seems to use. "sit." she demanded as you stepped in, and you did so.

"is something wrong, ms. anderson?" she wasn't mad, but she was irritated. she told you to do something, told you to put yourself first and you didn't.

"I told you to treat yourself on friday," her gaze left her laptop and met your eyes. "why didn't you?" you blanked for a moment.

"I just.. I didn't feel right spending money that wasn't mine." she gave you a disapproving look, before getting up and coming around her desk to stand in front of you. in a matter of moments, one of her large hands was grabbing your jaw and forcing your head up to look at her.

she bent down slightly, lips grazing over yours, and you were sure she could feel how much your face heated up. "next time I tell you to do something, you're going to do it. understand, sweet girl?"

"I don't-" your pupils were blown and you were so desperate for her to press her lips just a bit closer, fill the gap and just let you have it.

"say 'yes abby'."

"y-yes abby." she let go of your face and went back to her desk, pretending to pay you little attention, but she was acutely aware of the way you pushed your thighs together and squirmed.

"you're dismissed. I expect to see a charge by the morning." you got up and hurried out, going straight to the bathroom. your face was burning up, and you could vaguely see an imprint from her hand.

you were meaninglessly circling the mall, trying to decide what to spend this newfound money on. obviously you wouldn't get something big and glamorous, no matter how much she seemingly wanted you to.

every time you walked, you seemed to pass victoria's secret. It seemed like it was calling you to buy something, and after that interaction with abby earlier, you decided that maybe you should treat yourself and went in.

you looked around for a while before finding a cute blue set, with embroidered, lacy flowers. it was nothing special, just transparent and high waisted, but it was speaking to you. suddenly you knew what you were wearing to work the next day.

- - -

you felt completely scandalous wearing a short little skirt over the lingerie in the morning, with a button down, where the first few buttons were unbuttoned. it was different from your usual dress pants and blouse, but it definitely did what you needed it to do.

work was as usual for the majority of the morning, and you were suddenly doubting why you wore what you did. there was no point, you were seriously delusional and seriously needed help. what kind of freak where's lingerie and completely inappropriate work clothes to work after one minor interaction with their boss?

that was until you got a simple email from ms. anderson herself, reading nothing but;

my office. now, please.

you cleared your throat, brushed out your hair slightly and adjusted your shirt before nonchalantly entering her office. you sat, observing the way she remained quiet for a moment before clearing her desk and turning her attention towards you.

“did you think I wouldn't realize?” she asked, cooly, with her eyebrows raised slightly. “I mean, props to you, you did as you were told. but I checked the card. I'm not the only one who can see the transactions on that card either, sweetheart.”

you were immediately red. who else could see them? “I didn't r-really think-”

“no, you didn't. I bet the men in my finances would love to see you dancing around in whatever you bought, wouldn't they, baby?” she was standing before you could think, hands resting on the handles of your chair. “why don't you show me, huh? I know you're wearing it.”

“I'm not- we can't do that here.” you looked around, though you knew no one would ever bother her and her office had no cameras. “we're at work, abigail.” there was a fast switch in her eyes, the way they went from cocky to wide, almost needy.

“fuck,” her head dropped into the crook of your neck before she ran her nose along your jaw. “say it again. please, baby.” her tone, the gentle pleading made any rational thoughts disappear from your mind. your hand wrapped around the collar of her button down and pulled her in gently.

“abigail,” you whispered, “I want this,” with that, her hands were everywhere, all at once. she was pulling you up, wrapping her large hands around your hips as she pulled you in for a harsh kiss. she was forcing you onto her desk, keeping her lips to yours as your bodies molded to each other.

she left your lips, finding a perfect spot on your neck and sucking. you gasped when you felt her hand undoing the buttons of your shirt and pulling it out of your skirt. you were grabbing her by her waist trying to pull her closer as she continued to mark up your neck and grab your tits.

when she finally pulled away from your neck, her eyes became wide looking at your lingerie clad tits. you slid your shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it, looking up at her as you began to unbutton hers. she didn't let you get very far before she was gently pushing you back until your back was against the cool wood of the desk.

she unclipped your bra and pulled it off, tongue immediately meeting your nipple. she bit it and you yelped, grabbing her shoulders. her large hand was messing with your other, tugging gently and kneading. "I love your tits so fucking much, baby.” she mumbled into your skin while she kissed down your stomach.

she left more hickies on your ribs, but you desperately needed her in one place. she was pulling your skirt down in seconds, pressing her tongue against you like it was nothing and watching you arch and moan. she was eating you out through your underwear for a minute, before you grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.

"take them off." she smirked, and her head tilted slightly to the side.

"who said you're in charge, sweet angel?" the nickname was new, but you fucking loved that she always called you sweet. you were something sweet to her, and that made your brain lag every time.

"abby please," you bucked into her, chasing friction. that's when you felt it; the large bulge in her slacks that you hadn't noticed earlier.

"feel that, baby? that's all for you." she pulled down your underwear slowly, tossing it in the pile of clothes. she spread your lips, watching slick connect and drip down your thighs. your face burned and you covered it, embarrassed. "uncover your face or I'll stop." you did as told.

she pulled a ponytail off her wrist and pulled her hair into a bun before pressing her tongue into your clit and licking a fat stripe. your head hit the desk with a thud, reveling at the feeling. she worked your clit, sucking it into her mouth and painting patterns with her tongue while she pressed a finger into entrance.

she used her free hand to hold you down by your stomach, since your squirming was messing her up. you whined when she added a second finger, not used to her thick fingers. "if you can't take my fingers, how am I supposed to fuck you with my strap?" you moaned at her words, loving the dirtiness of it.

she returned to your clit and you got loud when she curled her fingers up into the best spot, whimpering and groaning. she remembered the time when you pressed your fingers to your cheek in her house, and brought her unused hand to your mouth, tapping your chin lightly. "open your mouth and suck," she instructed, noticing your confused look.

you took two of her fingers in your mouth and sucked them, which shut you up. your stomach coiled, a warm feeling rushing between your legs before you could even mumble a word. it felt like you just kept coming, until she finally pulled away from your cunt.

"are you gonna give me another one, angel?" she was unclipped her belt while you caught your breath. "wanna fuck you all day." she pulled her pants and boxers down just barely enough to get her strap out. "flip over, ass up." you turned over, fucked out muscles aching.

she ran the tip of her strap between your folds, letting your wetness lube it up, then lined up with your hole. she pushed just the tip in, groaning at the way you took it so well and swallowed her in. "what if I just fucked you like this, huh?" you whined.

"please.. need more," you pushed your hips back slightly, trying to push her in further. she pulled out, simply pushing the tip back in.

"desperate fucking whore," she thrust in on the last word, bottoming out immediately. you whimpered, the strap stretching you far more than her fingers. "aw, baby, does that hurt?" she pulled out far and fucked into you again.

she started fucking you, deep and hard, until you were moaning and grabbing onto the desk, trying to stabilize yourself. one of her hands left your hips and grabbed your hair, wrapping it around her fist and tugging. "fuck.. abby- abs.. mommy,”

your eyes widened at the name, which came out unintentionally. she stopped momentarily before groaning and picking her pace back up rapidly. "call me that again." the tip of her strap kissed your cervix and bumped against your g-spot every time. her arm wrapped around your waist, flicking your clit.

"mommy.. m'gonna cum." you slurred, cock drunk and fucked out. she kept her pace, hardly changing anything except for the fact that she was louder now, finding the perfect angle to get the harness to hit her clit.

"just wait a second, my love,” you held it for as long as you could, but it became too much, and she was hitting just right. your mind went absolutely blank as your vision went white, a wave crashing over you as you came.

you could hear abby moaning, but you were still going, and unable to think of anything. “fuck baby, you make such a mess.” you relaxed your tense body and look over your shoulder at abby's soaked harness, pants, and desk.

“m’sorry.” she slowly pulled her strap out and unclipped it front her hips, letting you lay for another minute before she grabbed your hips and helped you flip over and sit up. “wanna make you cum, mommy.” you looked at her with doe eyes, watching her eyes darken.

“I already came, sweetheart. don't worry about me.” you brought your hand down to cup her cunt and she took in a sharp breath. you ground your palm against her clit and she groaned, shifting her stance from foot to foot.

you slid off the desk with wobbly legs and kneeled in front of her, pupils blown. “please mommy,” you ran your nails over her abs and under her boxer strap lightly, making her muscles tense.

“such a slut, aren't you? want mommy to fuck your face?” you nodded, pulling her boxers down to her ankles. her blonde bush matched her hair, and you noticed her happy trail that you hadn't earlier. “stick out your tongue, baby, be a good girl.”

you stuck your tongue out flat, not even getting a chance to lick before she was pressing her cunt to your mouth. she fucked herself on your face, gripping your hair tight and grinding fast. you gently pushed her against the desk, lifting one of her legs to your shoulder and leaving the other one down.

she must have loved the new angle, because she was moaning and grunting more than you had ever heard her. her clit was twitching and puffy, wet from your spit and her slick. she let out an involuntary whimper, and it was like music to your ears. “gonna c-cum on your f-fucking face, angel.”

her legs shook as she came, ans you spent the following moments licking all of it up. you pulled away and stood up, still shaky. she pulled her boxers and slacks up, moving towards the pile of clothes and handing you what was yours. “do you wanna get dinner tonight?” she stopped what she was doing to button up your shirt and zip your skirt.

“yeah, that's great.” she smiled, kissing you softly.

“you can go home if you want to clean up. I can take my own calls for a few minutes.” it was your turn to smile, grateful to get out of your uncomfortable, wet clothes.

“I'll see you tonight?” you asked, looking over your shoulder once you got to the door.

“pick you up at seven.”

a/n: part two? 🤭

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Just some cool pictures i took while playing tlou 2 earlier!

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whats hers is mine | abby anderson

tags: eighteen+, wlw, sexual content, gf’s roommate!abby, toxic!abby, cheating (don't go cheating on your partners this is for fantasy purposes babe), abby fr is menance in this.

an. yeah! i was horny so...this literally came out of my brain so smoothly. do i hate it? yes. but am i still going to post it nd fight my brain telling me not to? yeah! happy reading my h*rny pals.

abby being your girlfriend’s roommate who you harbor a slight attraction towards. it’s nothing big, you have this under control, or at least it’s what you tell yourself. she’s hot, gorgeous, so incredibly muscular it makes you see stars. it tears you apart thinking of all the ways her strength could make you submit to her will.

make you hers.

fuck. but you have a girlfriend.

it’s a reminder you have to repeat over in your mind anytime you catch yourself being too flirty with her, but then she gives it to you right back. now, every night you dream of her milky skin, stunning blues looking right at you, and those soft lips caressing every inch of your skin, leaving marks in their path as abby stakes her claim. yet, you wake up with your girlfriend’s arm around you with your chest feeling warm at the fantasy of someone else. you have to avoid abby before you do something completely idiotic.

yet, she’s the first one to make the first move.

abby knows you’ve been avoiding her like the plague, so when she’s presented with a perfect opportunity, the conflict at hand is met with absolutely no resistance.

“abby, you’ve blocked my car in. can you move yours?” you ask through the shut door. she gives you a soft yes and when you’re two seconds from walking downstairs to meet her in the driveway.

she opens the fucking bathroom door.

water drips down sunkissed freckled skin, glistening from the shower she obviously took. her blonde hair darker than usual, falling down her back. the smirk there is vile, begging you to look further than her blue eyes.

with the way abby is looking at you, there’s no fucking way she doesn’t want it. clearly, she’s more patient than most, waiting for you to drop the eye contact.

“well?” abby lifts her left eyebrows, cocking her head to the side as she waits for you to react, crumble, cry. you’re not sure what exactly she’s looking for. the confidence radiating from her is irritating just as it is enticing.

when you shake your head silently, repeatedly too, the tall blonde takes a one step forward, the pad of her thumb places pressure on your chin, guiding your gaze where she wants. happily, you comply.

jesus fucking christ, you’d fully believe she was made just for you if someone told you.

the auburn towel is secured around hips loosely, her toned abdomen on full display, her small breasts sit beautifully, nipples hardened from the cool air. it’s not fair how fucking perfect she looks. there’s not a damn thing you want more than to wrap your lips around her pink nipples and suck.

“now, are you going to stop pretending you don’t want to fuck me, baby?” abby taunts, her voice light and airy but it shoots right to your core.

“i-i, abby, this is wrong we shouldn’t be doing this. you need to get dressed.” you try to great some distance but abby pulls you towards her as you enter the bathroom with her, left arm shutting the door as she locks it.

“mhm, you’ve been dating for what? two months? don’t be stupid baby, think with that pretty pussy of yours. know she wants me and you do too, babygirl.” abby grabs your hand placing it on her towel, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

“you can take it off if you want. do you wanna see my pussy baby?”

shit.

your fingertip plays with the fibers, before you can process what you’re doing, it’s unraveling off her strong hips exposing more of her built physique for your greedy eyes. quads are flexing as you take her in, the muscle rippling as you feast on her.

you have never been so truly and royally fucked.

meticulously, she removes each piece of clothing you’re wearing as her lips attack your own. as if she’s been planning this moment since she laid eyes on you. she bends you over the sink, your pretty ass in the air for her and her fingers smooth over your delectable cunt, enjoying the inconsistent twitching your taut body provides.

“now, be a good girl for me and let me fuck my baby, yeah? ‘m gonna fuck you better than she ever would.”

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[absandersongf]

they went to a club together and fucked in the bathroom (i confirm it i was there)

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[absandersongf]

not complaining cause that could be me🎀🎀🎀

tying a little bow on abby’s strap… the tiny furrow between her brows as she looks down at you in total confusion because you said you were about to suck it and then pulled out a pink ribbon instead… and now you have your phone out? and you’re taking pictures? it’s only a matter of seconds before your girlfriend can’t take the bewilderment any longer. “baby, what the fuck are you doing?” you ignore her as you adjust your handiwork a little and snap another picture, only looking up when you feel her hand nudge against your head to get your attention. “what does it look like i’m doing, anderson? i’m coquettifying your strap. now can you please be quiet? wanna get a video.” you sound so determined that abby just snaps her mouth shut and nods, turning in the direction you point her in so you can get a better camera angle. you’re having a whole photoshoot down there whilst the poor girl just stands there in disbelief, honestly still just as confused as before… but anything for her girl, right?

[absandersongf]

hear me out, grinding onto abby’s arms. she’d flex and you’d clench around nothing all embarrassed and whiney as she teases the ever living hell out of you 😵‍💫

i am LISTENING !!!!

abby is well aware of her strength with how easily she can lift you up whenever she so pleases, or even the way you always flinch a bit when she smacks your ass whenever you get all dressed up for her.

so when she catches you staring at her arms while she was mindlessly lifting items in your shared bedroom, she wasn’t surprised at all. it was a power trip for her to know how much stronger she was than you and she knew just how to satiate your curiosity.

you were unsure how you had ended up in your current position— being completely naked as you straddled your girlfriends arm, your hips trembling as your cunt barely touched her skin.

abby had a pleased smile on her lips, cooing at the sight of you being so shaken up from such a simple thing. it never ceased to amaze you that your girlfriend could remain so calm in situations like this and she only further teased you by remaining fully clothed, her tight black tshirt leaving enough space for you to explore.

you brought a shaky hand down to her bicep, tracing the veins that ran down her arm until you had reached the point where your body met her own. you looked at her with pleading eyes, although you were unsure of what to say.

“c’mon, bun. you know what to do” she mutters in a low voice, looking up at you with pure adoration. the smallest of directions from her made you immediately take action and just as you nodded your head, you felt abby flex her arm so that all her muscles were on display for you.

it was as if your body was reacting on instinct, your eyes going wide as you began to rock your hips against the perfect surface that was being provided for you. the slickness of your cunt made the slide easier, moans tumbling for your lips as you desperately tried to keep your eyes open.

“don’t get all shy on me now, sweet girl. keep those eyes on me while you use me to get off” she says shamelessly, her bluntness making your face warm with embarrassment. “feels s’ good” you babble without thinking, your eyes brimming with tears as the veins that ran along her arm grazed your clit perfectly.

“yeah?” she questions, only wanting to watch as you feverishly nod your head. the pornographic sound of your soaked slit rubbing against her arm filled the room and you practically rode her arm, bouncing your hips against her and mumbling every curse you could think of.

abby watched with amazement, finding pleasure in watching you commit such a degrading act. she didn’t even have to fuck you properly for you to get off, as all you needed was the slightest bit of stimulation to get you there.

“did i break that sweet little brain of yours?” she asks, muttering a quick “fuck” as you whimpered, your hips twitching as you tried to keep up your pace. “seems like all you can think of is getting the chance to fuck yourself stupid. filthy girl” she spits, although there was no real malice behind the words.

nonetheless you felt put on the spot and you could feel tears of pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes. you nod your head shamefully and look at her with a pout. “you’re jus’ so strong, abs. so so so pretty, can’t help it” you whine, your poor cunt clenching down around nothing as it searched for the feeling of being full.

“make a mess on my arm, baby. show me how much you love me” she instructs, finding it to be an act of devotion to do such a thing. you couldn’t comply sooner if you tried, your hips continuing to rock as your high smacked through your body, leaving you reeling— reduced to a brainless mess that could only mutter abby’s name like a prayer.

“jesus fucking christ” she huffs as she watches you, the sight of your tits bouncing in front of her making her grow needy herself. you stilled your hips once you could finally bring yourself to do so, shivering as you realized you arousal was dripping down her arm, creamy streaks running along her skin.

you give her a pretty smile, your eyes dazed and far away from the world as you focused on her. “look at my sweet bunny, always bouncing those little hips so perfectly” she says in a tender voice, gently guiding you so that you could finally sit off to the side while she sat up beside you.

before you could offer her a reply, she held up her bicep that was still partially covered in your juices. “clean it up” she says simply, as if there was no second thought behind the statement. at any other time you would’ve felt shameful, but you were too far gone to care at all.

you nod your head obediently, letting your tongue peek out from between your lips as you clean up the mess you made. all the while, abby’s gaze remains on you.

oh! who said all that …

[absandersongf]

feelin’ hot to the touch.

🎀 bonus points if you worked out the title is a lana lyric ! just some thigh ridin …. reader having hornyitus… abby gets desperate at the end.. enjoy

you came out of nowhere, literally nowhere.

you were on patrol for gods sake, abby was honestly too focused on looking around to notice the kind of mood you were in. you were in an abandoned building, a library was it? the shelves still stood upright and the books were all torn up and strewn around. you were a sensitive soul, abby thought that maybe you were quiet because this upset you. she could imagine you complaining, ‘why would you destroy such good books?’ it was the little things at the end of the world that got you down.

but you weren’t upset, you weren’t even looking at the books. your eyes were trained on her toned back. your pupils were the star of the show, lusty voids as you stalked her— waiting for your moment. it was just the two of you, and abby looked almost too good today. she spoke to you too gently, her arms were too strong when she hugged you this morning, her braid was too perfect, her demeanour too protective. you were maxed out into a submissive mindset before you’d even gotten five minutes out the door. you needed her, right here. right now.

she turned around to face you and your body was pressed to hers instantly, arms thrown around her neck like you were begging her to pick you up. “abby.” you whispered weakly and she were almost scared, wondering why you were so warm and why you had just thrown yourself at her. “i need it.” she had caught you by the waist, your feet barely touching the ground anymore from her strong hands and she was trying to stabilise you, get a good look at you.

“need what? baby what do you need?” her hands were on your cheeks now, trying to hold you still. she usually could see it coming, knew when you were going to haze out like this. you looked like you were going to cry as you grabbed at her, a thick layer of tears sitting on top of your eyes threatening to fall with your bottom lip sucked beneath your teeth. she knew before you’d answered.

“need you.” your arm was draped around her neck still, your clammy hand weakly grasping onto the end of her braid like you needed to keep ahold of her at all times or else she’d disappear.

“i’m here. breathe for me, i’ll find a place we can sit.” her brow was creased and she lift you up, letting you cling onto her like a koala, sat on her hip as she pushed the double doors open into the next room — an old designated ‘reading corner’ with a wide loveseat with worn leather catching her eye. she checked the room, obstruct the doors, and came to sit down with you on her lap. you’d been mouthing at her neck below the curve of her jaw, desperately and loudly sucking a bruise which made it really fucking hard for her to concentrate on making the place safe to tend to you. she had you on her lap now and she placed a strong hand to your chest, detaching you and forcing you to reluctantly sit back. you whined, the warmth of her chest against yours leaving you.

your heart jackhammered under her palm and she stroked her thumb over the spot for a moment, watching the way you panted, whispering her name like a mantra trying to get her to let you all over her. she did, pulling you forward and bringing your lips together. you moaned against her mouth, shared drool pooling beneath the dips of your chin. where had this come from?

“i need to know what’s got you so worked up. can you talk for me, sweet girl?” she murmured into your neck now as you desperately pushed your fitted t-shirt up to sit above your tits, your bra coming up with it letting your tits fall out the cups. she wet her lips, watching, waiting for an answer and cupped your cunt, feeling the warm wetness through all the material. you both made a noise of pleasure at this, yours just a little more whiney and needy.

“i don’t know. just… can’t think abs. need— want you to—” you struggled, hips squirming against her and she interrupt you.

“okay. you don’t have to know. let me do all the thinking, yeah? let’s give you what you need.” she lift your hips suddenly so that you were sat right on her thigh. the thick of the muscle was direct against your clit through your leggings and underwear. you were pretty sure you wouldn’t even need to take them off.

and she didn’t, she got straight to work. her hand pushed the back of your head towards her, kissing you once more as her other hand brought your hips forward, the other hand joining once your lips were on hers. you could barely kiss her back, the friction all too much as it burned against your frenzied heat. you pulled back, falling slightly against her as you whimpered directly into her ear, letting her fuck you on her thigh.

“good girl. see you’ve got it, no need for all the fuss.” she looked around the room, always keeping a look out for your safety. her cold hand splayed against the skin of your hot back now, your nipples scraping against the material of her muscle tee. “bet you’re gonna cum so quick. that pussy was so wet could feel it through your pants. got yourself into such a state, hm?” she spoke against your cheek as she pressed kisses to it.

she wasn’t wrong, you could already feel the tight coil in your stomach threatening to release itself, and maybe if you’d been in a more reasonable state of mind you would have considered the fact that you were going to have to walk around for hours with a mess in your panties — but right then you didn’t care, you needed to keep humping abby until you got what you’d wanted.

abby watched you now, she knew you always needed words to get you there— and she wasn’t ever too shy to talk you through it. “so good for telling me what you need. i taught you well huh? using your words like i always tell you.” she lift her leg up and down just a little, varying the speed and pressure to get you closer. “thats my girl right there. my good little listener. how ‘bout you cum for me baby, remind me how pretty it sounds.” she practically beg, and you did. you could never deny her.

your brain cleared slightly, towards the end of your orgasm. maybe she was pushing you towards cumming because she wanted to get back to your patrol. maybe you were taking too much of her precious time. but you hadn’t even caught your breath, and abby was stuffing her hand down the waistband of your leggings proving you wrong — her huge arm creating a bulge down the front of it when her fingers found your messy cunt, swiping her fingers through the masterpiece she’s just created. “oh god, you get so fucking wet it’s unreal.” she was speaking through grit teeth, her own lust clouding her head now. you fell against her when she pushed two fingers in, your walls spasming around her. no time to recover, you adapted — your brain at its capacity— no thoughts, just abby.

“you’re lucky i don’t have my strap, we’d be here all afternoon.” her hand was gripping the back of your neck now as you cried into her, still so sensitive from your orgasm. there was a roughness about her she didn’t have before, one signifying how much your little scene had turned her on. “dont cry. you got me all worked up.”