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ervotica · 7 months

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strange fascination

warnings: dark!ellie williams + dark!abby anderson x reader, noncon, DARK, smut (18+ only), threesome, ellie refers to her strap as a ‘cock’, drugging, tribbing, throat fucking, almost somno, r is fucked with a strap, cunnilingus, fem!reader, 1.5k words

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It’s slow at first; the way the world slowly starts to tip on its axis. Your vision swims, halted still only by Abby’s hulking presence in front of you on the ragged couch. You sniff and bat away the blunt in her hand, though your movements are disjointed, like your limbs are filled with molasses, heavy and sticky. One of her thick, calloused hands coasts the length of your arm, an action which would soothe you under normal circumstances. But you don’t feel right.

It’s an uneasiness settled in the pit of your stomach, a churning for which the cause is undetermined.

“Abby,” you mumble; your voice won’t stretch any further.

“Yeah, hon’?”

The door to your shabby one bedroom apartment creaks; your heart ticks, loud in your own ears.

You regain some awareness as Ellie latches the door shut and comes to crouch in front of you on the couch watching amusedly as you tilt your head, legs dangling from the edge of the worn fabric.

“Hi, gorgeous,” she smiles, all teeth and dimples. It’s unlike her to be so chipper.

You’re frowning. You don’t realise you’re even doing it before Ellie’s reaching a slender hand out and smoothing the creases in your forehead out.

“She’s quiet.”

You almost answer before you realise she’s not speaking to you.

The bigger girl’s hand settles on the back of your neck and squeezes. She taps your chin, settling the blunt between your lips once more.

“Have some more, baby.”

You cough and gag around the paper, trying to expel the smoke from your lungs even as the two girls encourage you to take more of it in. By the time she lets up, you’ve slumped, glassy eyed against Abby’s side.

You’d never noticed how she towers above you before now; you’ve never felt so small, so vulnerable in her presence, even more so with the other girl to your left. Ellie’s sidled in now she knows you’re still and compliant, the very point of her nose nudging at your jugular with a fervour you haven’t seen before. She nips at your earlobe and you squirm.

“No, stop,” you slur through your honey sticky mouth and slack jaw. “Don’t wanna.”

“Lift her for me, Abs,” Ellie murmurs; her voice suddenly has an edge that makes you uneasy. You moan in protest, too far away to form any words, let alone stop them. Abby’s fingers curl around the back of your neck, drawing you up and into her chest, her other hand against your bum as she lifts you into her lap.

“I know, honey,” she coos, breathless between rough kisses and nips to your exposed neck. “You wouldn’t let us take care of you sober. You should’ve made it easy for yourself. Silly girl.”

Your eyes grow hot and well, tears gathering at your waterline. How could your best friends do something like this to you? Cold hands grope at your ass, Ellie’s fingers fumbling with the button on your jeans and tugging the taut material down your legs.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans. “You’re so hot, baby.”

You grow hot and clammy with nausea. Your eyes feel like they’ve been superglued shut as you blink, peeling your eyelashes from each other.

“We’re losing her, Ellie,” Abby murmurs, undeterred in her mission to free your tits from your tank top. When they spill free, she twists a nipple meanly and grunts.

“‘S okay,” the slender girl laughs, “Don’t need her awake for this part.”

Your head falls limp, dead weight on Abby’s shoulder as she wrestles the tank top up and over you; she balls it up in her fist, discards it on the floor somewhere. Despite your weakness, you’re painfully aware of what they’re doing to you. You’re a prisoner in your own body.

You’re slumped against the muscular girl somewhat unceremoniously, eyes forced shut as Ellie finally pulls your panties aside to get a good look at your dripping cunt.

“Little whore is a liar!” She grins, triumphant. “She’s fuckin’ soaked. You like it.”

You can’t so much as lift your head to answer. Ellie draws your hips back and pushes between your shoulder blades to create a beautiful arch. You feel her thumbs against the crease of your cunt, spreading your petal soft lips to reveal your dripping hole.

“Attagirl, knew you wanted this,” Ellie murmurs.

Your mind goes blank as two of her fingers disappear, engulfed by your swollen lips. “So wet.”

You want to cry and scream and push them away but no movement will come from your body. Abby hooks her hands under your armpits and lays you flat on the couch.

“Don’t be greedy,” she snaps. “I wanna feel her pussy.”

She crouches, dragging your bare lower half until you’re hanging over the lip of the couch with your legs firmly settled over her shoulders. Her biceps bulge where they’re curled round your thighs.

She wastes no time in licking a broad, flat stripe up the entire expanse of your cunt, nosing at your clit and inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, she tastes good.”

Pleasure lights your every nerve ending on fire despite your protests to the situation. If you could kick her, you would.

She eats you out like she’s been starved of it her entire life, slaking her thirst on the almost constant drooling of your cunt. Despite your limited movement, you’re drawing to your peak with a weak cry, the coil drawing tight in your abdomen until Abby slips two fingers into your fluttering hole and you snap.

She grins like she’s the one going mad with pleasure and Ellie, who was previously pinching and twisting at your nipples until they darkened and swelled, dives forward to kiss you.

You lift a wrist in protest and can’t do much else in your current predicament; her tongue invades your limp mouth, your lips numb as hers glide over them. She pulls away gasping.

“Gonna put my cock in you, sweet girl.” She heaves a breath, unbuttoning her own jeans to reveal the silicone strap at her pelvis. You’re like a fish out of water, squirming and choking back a sob as you try to push her away. Abby hooks an arm under your back and you slump, eyes rolling as the effects of the drugs only increase.

The muscular girl sits and spreads her thighs on the couch to situate you with your back to her chest. Ellie looms, menacing over your helpless body as she drags the tip of her strap through your cunt, catching it on your still sensitive button.

When she pushes in you think you black out. Her forehead beads with sweat, nose inches from yours and breath hot as she immediately locates your sweet spot and pummels it with a force you’re not used to. It’s bruising on your cervix, painful in a way that only increases the pleasure they’re forcing onto you.

Abby reaches forward to tweak at your trembling clit, her other hand clasped firmly around your throat as your head lolls against her shoulder with every thrust.

Your body seizes as white hot pleasure shoots through you; you’re frozen with it, limp as an orgasm unlike any one you’ve ever felt before rips through you.

Your eyes flutter closed with a small cry as Ellie pulls out, spreading your lips as your hole gapes and shrinks at the absence of the strap.

Abby throws you to the side as though you’re useless as she strips herself of her bottom half of clothes; once she’s bare, she’s lifting your thighs to slot her own between them, her clit bumping against yours. It burns, the way she rubs against you so forcefully, still raw and swollen from the last two orgasms the girls have pulled from your slack body.

“Make her suck it,” she grunts, motioning for the slender girl to open your mouth. Ellie does just that, prying your lips open to feed her strap, slick and wet with your juices, down your throat.

Your throat bugles at the intrusion; you gag softly around it, and then with more force as you realise she’s not letting up.

“Fuckkk, look at her face!” Abby moans, pressing her clit to yours even harder as she creeps up on her peak.

Your eyes grow heavier as your vision blacks out at the edges; Ellie only pushes deeper into your throat, thumb pressed to the protrusion it makes.

Abby’s thighs tremble around your own and she soaks you, white knuckled where she’s clutching your knees.

You retch and gurgle around Ellie with one final fight to pull away before she takes pity on you. The spit that’s pooled at the corners of your mouth starts to leak down your face.

“That’s enough.” Abby’s tone is final.

The two girls retreat and pull on their clothes so fast you’d think they were being chased. Ellie crouches next to your ruined body and tips your chin up. You vaguely register a glob of spit hitting you in the face.

“Fuckin’ whore,” she spits. Abby’s eyes darken.

“Have some fuckin’ respect, Williams. Let’s go.”

They leave you there, passed out in a puddle of cum and drool, naked and exhausted.

They’ll be back before you know it.

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forthelostones · 8 months

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☠︎ female reader x ghostface!abby ☠︎ (part two!)

synopsis: abby finds you trying on your halloween costume and wants a private show.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); perv!abby, sub!reader x dom!abby, teasing, kn!fe play, fingering, grinding/scissoring, guided masturbation, strap receiving/sucking, mirror play, squ!rting, face sitting, and spanking.

an: catch any movie references let me know! (stu is my fav ghostface btw) thanks again guys for the likes!

wc: 1.1k

PART ONE

She roughly squeezed your jaw bringing you up to her level. She took both your wrists and put them behind your back, holding them in place. You felt the cracking of your wrists under the pressure of her grip. She pushed you onto the dirty bed, pressing your face into the mattress, your heart beats quicker at the crushing weight of her knee in your back. She takes her free hand and pushes your legs apart forcefully. Her hand raises to slap your ass so hard it reverberates throughout your room. You scream at the fire that's now burning under your skin, which she doesn’t like, so her knee goes deeper into your back.

“I thought you wanted this.” She spat.

“I do, I do.” You moan.

She freed your wrists to wrap her hands in your scalp, pulling your neck back to look towards the ceiling.

“Then take it.” She grunted and tossing you back down.

Abby reaches for her knife that's right by your face. You feel the grip of the knife tickling your wet cunt. You gasped at her boldness, in disbelief as it began to enter you. The girth hugged the entrance of your hole ever so slightly that tears formed in your eyes.��

“Abby,” you cried.

Abby tightened her strap and without warning slid directly into your pussy. Your hands gripped the sheets so ferociously from the sweet pain. The bed dipped as she placed her boot up on the mattress, reaching deeper than your g-spot. Surprisingly, she moved deep and slowly, spreading your ass to see your pink opening grip her length. Naturally, her thumb traveled to massage your anus which made you gasp, as she circled the taut hole. You didn’t know it could feel so good to be played with this way. Her slow movements made you mad, you started disrupting the rhythm, pushing against the motions she set.

You arched your back and slammed your ass onto her hips, feeling the tip tickle your cervix, it hurt but you couldn’t help but rock the entire bed. You spread your legs farther apart as you became sexually drunk, Abby reaches under your hips to slap your swollen clit, encouraging you to come.

“Look at you, I’m not even doing anything — fuck y/n.”

Abby wraps her hands behind her head, watching you perform for her, she focuses on the tension of the strap creating friction in all the right places. Her moans delight you as you start to grind harder.

“Abby…” You moan.

She grips your hair and starts pounding you relentlessly. The sounds of your wet pussy and the waves of your ass overtake both of your moans. You can’t help but scream. Unprompted she pulls out of you and rolls you onto your back, she removes her mask, letting her long hair fall into her face. She laughed at the sight of your burnt cheeks and soaked eyes. Her hand reaches down to slap your cunt with great force, making it burn instantly. Her eyes were low as your tits sparkle like diamonds in her pupils.

You rub your hands up and down her muscles, which makes her hum, your touch is undeniably intoxicating to her. Her eyes closed in pure ecstasy as you wrapped your hands around her back pulling her in for a kiss. She let you take the lead, biting her lower lip until blood pooled into your mouth. You swiped it away with your tongue. “Let me make you feel good Abby. Please.”

You reach up to remove her strap and guide her hips over your mouth. Her pussy lips met with yours and fit perfectly like a puzzle piece. Even though you felt like you were in control, you weren’t at all.

“Put your tongue inside y/n.”

She lifts up ever so slightly to watch the length of your tongue enter her relaxed hole. As you do she grips the headboard in pleasure and sits, wanting you to get a better taste of her insides. She was so warm and all you could do was slurp her pussy up. Your tongue found her clit and her abs flexed from stifling her moan. You wrapped your arms around her thick thighs and pulled her down to feel the whole weight onto your face. You could barely breathe, which she knew, but you didn’t care. You moaned at every lick of her, she tasted so good and you couldn’t believe it.

“Fuckmefuckmefuckme.” She kept saying.

Her arms raised to her neck and she began choking herself. Her eyes bulged out of her head and her cheeks flushed. She lifted her hips and you spread her folds open to expose her sensitive bulb. Her body tensed at the pressure from your tongue, oozing with desire. She brings her hands to your forehead to pull you away, but you can’t bring yourself away from her taste.

“Ohm—“ She came in your mouth aggressively, leaking her satisfaction.

She slowly lifted herself after seeing the opaque mess she made on your face. Her cum covered your upper lip and chin. She smiled as she saw the painting she left. She didn’t hesitate to drag her tongue around your mouth tasting herself.

She tussles you around with her forearm, putting you on top, and you smile at her swift strength. She spread her legs open and demanded you to do the same.

“Let me feel you, Y/N.”

You finger your pussy and spread your wetness against hers. You lay your cunt onto hers, feeling her heat from your previous engagement, and tossed your head back at her ridges. Her hands wrapped around your hips as she pushed upwards to feel your clit against hers. Your hips rock back and forth against the padding of her pussy deliciously. You lean over to dangle your nipples in her face, lifting them every time she leans upwards to suck. She got tired of your teasing and caught your nipple in between her teeth. Her lips suckled your breast with her eyes closed.

Her hands traveled to your ass, pushing you closer to her hipbones. She couldn’t believe how incredibly good you felt. She unconsciously slapped your ass as she came closer and closer to climax.

“Abby,” you moan. “I—“

“Cum on me. Please cum on me.”

Fuck, you thought. Her voice actually was desperate, she liked that you were using her to get off.

Your two clits flicked one another with indescribable pressure. You feel your belly tighten and you relax your muscles to come over the edge. You lift up to come on her, squirting small drops over her stomach. A smile formed on her face as she noticed your cum on her abs. To finish you hang your dripping cunt over her mouth, where her tongue touched her chin, as she sweetly gulped up your cum.

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littlebabyyd0ll · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN, SIZE KINK

His heart beats for you, sweet little you, and his head goes wild for your tiny little hole.

Daddy!Ari x Smaller!reader

Warnings: SIZE KINK! Reader is described to be vv small & short. Stomach bulge from Ari’s monster cock. Kinda crybaby reader, lots of dirty talk. Dacryphilia. Not proofread.

18+! Enjoy!

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It’s hard to think, hard to breathe when you feel so full. You feel like you’re choking on him, inhaling him, and he thinks it’s funny. He’s chuckling as tears fill your waterline and splash onto your cheeks.

He’s rough and burly, so big as he crowds himself over your little form. “Is it too much, honey? You’re crying, poor girl, you can’t take daddy?”

You can, you know you can, because you are right now. Ari moves a little softer at the sight of your running tears, and he mocks your little pout. You can’t help it — he’s just so big, fills you so well, your little hole stretched out over his hard cock. There’s not much more spreading that your legs can do, trying to accommodate the width of his waist within them. God, he’s such a monster, and it doesn’t help how tiny you already are.

“I can!” You protest with a sniffle, brows creased together unhappily. It only makes him laugh more.

That makes it all the more worse, especially when you can feel his cock twitch inside you.

You whine, pushing your wet face into the creased pillows beside you.

“I know you can.” He mumbles pitifully, finally taking a break from his mean teasing. One of his big, calloused hands makes it’s way up your twitching body until it winds itself around the back of your neck, fingertips brushing your hair at the nape of your neck. “Always take me so well, huh? Prettiest fuckin’ girl with the,” he breaks, a grunt as you look at him with those teary bambi eyes, “tightest little hole.”

“Daddy,” you cry, tiny hands pushing against his hairy chest as he picks up the speed of his thrusts. Deep within your hazy mind you notice how pretty your manicured nails look against him, a treat that he paid for monthly. Ari groans again at your broken whine, leaning down to plant hot kisses against your wet cheeks.

He’s never loved anything as much as he’s loved you.

Angelface you, who fell off your bike in front of his driveway. He had been out the front, sweating profusely as he pushed the mower against the overgrown grass – he’d only just moved in to the massive place, inherited it from some uncle he never even met. He can still remember catching your eye as you peddled past, the way that you had been far too distracted looking at his chest, the way that you toppled over into one of his bushes.

He was enamoured the moment that he first touched you.

Being the natural savour that he is, he jumped straight away to save you. His big hands wrapped under your arms and lifted you effortlessly from the crumple of limbs that you had ended up as. And when he set you on your shaky feet, that was when he realised just how fucking little you were.

The top of your head reached around the bottom of his pecks, leaves wound into your locks. You tried to stable yourself against him, the tiniest of hands splayed out against his stomach. He can remember the way that your big watery eyes had looked up at him, apologising excessively and trying to ignore the throbbing, bruising pain. He can remember the feeling of fullness overtaking him, forcing him to reach out for you, to try his very hardest to win over your heart. The same feeling stays with him now, the need to protect you, baby you, keep you for himself.

So tiny and helpless.

His hips stutter as he looks down and lets out a long winded moan, something that would surely have the neighbours concerned and stray cats replying to the call.

“Look, baby. Look at how good you take daddy.” He’s not teasing anymore, instead moving your limp head to face downwards. Your vision is blurry from the tears, but you blink fast to try and clear your vision. Then you see it, the thing that makes his hindbrain cry out and push his hips faster.

There, at the very bottom of your tummy, is a slight bulge, appearing and disappearing with every stroke he gives. He’s so big, just massive, a juggernaut. You're so tiny, look like some sort of pixie next to him. The hotness of the sight has your eyes rolling and a choked whine filling the air, matching the rough slapping of skin upon skin, and the echo of your slick.

Ari laughs again, pushing a warm hand against the moving bulge. “Is that daddy all up in your guts, huh? M’fucking ruining you, kitten. Does daddy feel good? Can feel you clenching, tightest little hole.” He’s getting just as close as you are, he always gets blubbery and breathy when he gets close to cumming. “Best I ever had, you know that? Best fuckin’ girl. You're my girl, baby. Tell daddy you're his girl.”

Your tears are worse now, but you will always give him what he needs. “I-I’m your girl, daddy. Always your girl -ah!- please, please.” Your breathing is rough and troubled. Your hand pushes against him, but all your pussy does is pull him in deeper. “S-So big. I can’t– M’gonna come.”

“Fuck. Sweetest girl. Make the cutest little mess. Come for me, angel. I got you. Daddy’s got you.”

It’s white hot, the pleasure. It grabs you and swallows you whole, has you shaking and creaming all over his cock. Your squeaks and whines are enough to push him to the edge too, and Ari pulls your tiny frame into a bear hug as he paints your rippling walls white. Ari shudders with you. Mouthing at your jaw, his warmth completely encompasses you. The gentle giant is so good to you, shushing your tired cries as he slips out of your wet cunt, thumbing away the tears at your cheeks. He keeps you there, small and tucked away, like his own little secret, like something fragile and tiny, like his most precious of keepsakes.

Like his sweetest little girl.

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elliesdirtywifebeater · 7 months

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smile for the camera!

pairing: needy dom!abby x sub afab!reader

summary: abby records you while you suck her strap cw: strap sucking, recording, oral, praising, strap fucking, overstimulation, pet names.

a/n: ignore how i havent posted in like 2 months and take this as an apology!

even though it isnt real abby loved it when you sucked her strap, she loved looking down at you seeing the faces you make. watching you touch yourself as your tongue worked around her cock. what she especially loved was recording you.. whenever you were away she'd watch the videos she would take of you. "fuck baby you always take me so well" abby huffed out, every thrust she made in your throat she could feel it rub against her clit. gathering your hair into her hand she had a firm grip on you "g-god i love that pretty mouth of yours.." she moaned out leaning her head back as her eyes closed, muffled moans escaped your lips as her cock went deeper in your mouth, gagging here and there. you rubbed yourself through your panties you were soaked and you couldnt get enough of her, you loved the feeling of her in your mouth. "you wanna touch yourself princess?" she asked in a low husk and she looked down at you as she pulled your head back a bit and you looked up at her through your eyelashes, glancing up at her phone as she recorded your pretty face on her cock. you hummed in response nodding your head eagerly, looking desperate. "go ahead and make yourself feel good baby, youve been so good for me.." she grunted out, you loved the noises you could make her do. with her permission you reached in your panties, drawing circles around your throbbing clit, you moaned against abbys cock more and you bobbed your head faster making the strap rub against her more. "fuck y/n.. just like that, youre doing so good baby" she mustered out between moans. you gripped her thigh with your free hand, it would probably leave a mark.

you felt abby's thrust pick up a bit, you could tell she was close from her shaky moans "m'gonna c-cum.. fuck" she huffed out as he grip on you tightened, her legs started shaking a bit as she hit her climax calling out your name dragging out the last bit. she almost dropped the phone. she pulled you off her cock and you let a breath out, panting. she grabbed your chin making you look up at her, you looked a mess with your hair everywhere and drool dripping down your chin as you looked up at the camera. "youre so pretty baby." she said in a sweet whisper giving you a kiss, as she pulled away you chased her lips a bit wanting more. "lay on the bed, ass up. now," she ordered and you mindlessly obeyed her. she sat down her phone, she was gonna need both hands for this. she got get getting behind you and grabbed your hips caressing you softly before slapping your ass, leaving a print. you jumped a bit surprised and a moan slipped out. you were dripping wet for her, the way it ran down your thigh drove abby crazy.. it made her feel so in control seeing the effect she had on you. "is all this for me sweetheart? you wanna cum don't you?" she said teasingly as her hand reached down and took her middle finger running it along your slit, sending chills down your spin making you moan softly "y-yes, i wanna cum.. please abby.." you pleaded out, you hated but loved her teasing at the same time. it just made you want her even more. "since you asked so nicely.." she said lowly, you felt her rub her cock against your slit teasing you before sliding inside of you slowly, you loved the way she stretched you out. "oh fuck" you muttered out between moans. "oh baby you're so tight.." she huffed out as she gripped your hips, pushing herself all the way in. she let you get comfortable for a bit before she started thrusting in you, slowly. her hands ran along your waist and ass. "a-abby.." you moaned out as you lightly gripped the blanket, "yes baby? c'mon use your words i know you can.." she said moaning softly "f-faster.. please." you begged, you knew she loved it when you begged. "as you wish my love" she mustered out, the grip she had on your waist tightened as her thrusts grew in pace making your moans grow louder, it was like music to her ears. "atta girl.." she grunted out through gritted teeth. you felt her reach her hands around your waist as she started rubbing circles on your clit adding extra stimulation. "o-oh m'god" you moaned out and her fingers moved faster matching the pace of her thrusting. her hand moved from your waist to your back pushing you into the bed as her thrusts grew rougher as she knew you were getting close. you gripped the blanket moaning out her name with curses following behind, your mind was just drawing blanks and all you could think about was how good she was making you feel. "cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my cock come on.." she huffed out

after a few more thrust you let out a loud breathy moan as you came all over her cock. but that didn't stop her.. she kept going, she took both her hands grabbing your waist slamming you against her. she couldn't get enough of hearing your pretty moans. you whimpered out as her thrusts became too much, "a-abby.. please.. s'too m-much.." you whimpered out, she got in a couple extra thrusts before she stopped. she was breathing heavy and as were you. you collapsed underneath of her holding onto the blanket still, feeling your legs shake still a bit. abby leaned down kissing your shoulder and neck leading up to your cheek leaving a sweet a kiss "you did such a good job babygirl, you took me so well" she said in a whisper against your ear "lets get you cleaned up"

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sweetercalypso · 6 months

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Knife’s Edge || Abby Anderson

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: when reader gets lost inside a haunted house, ghostface!Abby takes her to the backroom

Notes: part one in my week of horror series! minors dni; brief dubcon, knife play, throat holding, fingering, dom!Abby wearing a strap under her costume, sex against a wall, afab reader

Scary stories and sleazy horror films had never been something you enjoyed, so you’re not sure why you’d agreed to tag along when your friends invited you to a haunted house hosted in a bleak, abandoned building sitting at the edge of town.

As soon as you walked through the doors, you knew you’d made a mistake. Gory backdrops, clown-faced actors, fake bodies hanging out of coffins – you found a reason to shield your face lurking around every corner. Your friends had shrieked with laughter and pulled you along with them, but you couldn’t keep up with their excited pace, dragging your feet and lagging far behind the group.

Maybe if you hadn’t spent so much time with your hands covering your eyes, you would’ve known you were headed down the wrong hallway, straying further away from your friends with each blind step. When you look up to find yourself stranded in the empty darkness, you chastise yourself for coming to a haunted house in the first place.

Tonight would’ve been better if you’d just stayed home.

When you realize that the noise and the commotion of the tour have all but faded into the distance, your heart leaps into your throat. There’s something about the silence that doesn’t seem right.

A rising panic overwhelms your senses as you look around for anything that might tell you where you are. Your friends are all gone, and so are the actors and the gruesome scenes that had been guiding you through the halls. Is it worse to be scared or to be hanging in suspense?

The sudden shuffle of footsteps floods your lungs with relief. You speed up to follow after the sound, only briefly stopping to consider how humiliating it is to be this frightened by a rundown building full of cheap decor.

“Excuse me! Hey-”

You grab the person’s shoulder with a trembling hand, no longer concerned with keeping your dignity intact. They can laugh at you all they want as long as they can lead you to the exit.

When the stranger turns around, you let out a small noise of surprise. She’s tall and brawny under her costume, and the tips of her boots peak out from the bottom of the black sheet of fabric she’s cloaked in.

The mask covering her face is shaped into a ghoulish, twisted scream, just like the one from those cheesy slasher movies you’d never managed to sit through. Even the prop knife she wields at her side is unnervingly sinister.

You pull your hand back and turn your attention to the mesh covering her eyes, hoping for a glimpse of the person underneath.

“Do you work here?”

She cocks her head to the side, silent.

“Look,” you sputter. “I just got separated from my friends, can you help me or not?”

A group of muffled voices erupt from somewhere in the house, a mess of laughter and gasps and thrilled shrieks of artificial terror. You feel her eyes raking over you before she bobs her head and motions for you to follow.

“Come with me.”

The walk through the hallway is quiet beyond the eerie music playing on a loop and the sound of her steps over the creaking floorboards. Cardboard cutouts and tarped sheets of plastic block out the light from the windows and you’d struggle to follow her trail if it weren’t for the occasional flash of her white mask looking at you over her shoulder.

She leads you through a maze of intersecting hallways before finally stopping in front of a door marked with gaudy caution tape and a formal ‘DO NOT ENTER’ sign tacked in the middle. She guides you inside with a hand flattened against your lower back and a warmth licks up your spine from her easy touch.

She follows in behind you and shuts the door, and you’re suddenly aware that she’d taken you beyond the part of the house marked off for guests.

Overloaded boxes and bins of leftover decorations are scattered around the room, a collection of undead odds and ends stuffed into every corner. It’s too crowded and too uncanny for your liking.

You turn to look at the quiet stranger with wide eyes, heart hammering in your chest.

“Why are we here?”

She’s silent for a moment before she grabs you by the waist and wraps her arms around you, pressing her face into the crook of your neck.

“Are you scared?”

You shudder as her cold plastic mask connects with your skin. Standing this close, you can hear her heavy breath contorted by her disguise, feel the rise and fall of her chest pressed against your back.

The kitchen knife gleams against your hip where her hand gropes for purchase. In the darkened hallway, it’d seemed like a cheap, flimsy prop to match her crude costume, but in here, there’s just enough light to catch the metallic luster of the blade’s sharp edge.

She seems to follow the trail of your downcast gaze because she runs the flat side of her knife up the length of your torso with an amused hum.

“Don’t worry,” she taunts in an overly cloying voice. “You won’t feel a thing.”

Her grip is loose enough that you could break free if you wanted, but you’re too flustered by the heat pooling in your belly to try. You wriggle in her grasp and unintentionally move your hips into hers, gasping when the tip of the blade digs into your side.

“Ah- careful with that thing.”

She laughs dryly and drags the steel up to rest in the valley of your breasts. “I think you like a little pain.”

Without a warning, she spins you around so that you’re sandwiched between her form and the wall, cheek pressed roughly against the cracked, yellowing paint.

“You feel that?” She grinds against the curve of your backside, revealing the hard plastic bulge underneath her costume. “S’my cock, baby. You gonna take it like a good girl?”

You whimper at the harsh treatment and the thought of what’s to come. When you take too long to work up a reply, she wraps a hand around your throat, delicate but forceful enough that you’re aware of her underlying strength.

“I asked you a question.”

Honeyed slick coats the apex of your thighs as you squirm in place, practically thrumming with adrenaline and a feeling you can’t name. You’ve always hated scary movies, but living through one is turning out to be much more of a thrill.

“Yes,” you pant with a shaky nod. “Please, yes. Just fuck me.”

Her knife clatters to the floor beside your feet and you flinch at the shrill noise. The hand around your throat is gone, disappearing somewhere behind you as she bunches the fabric of her costume around her waist.

You chance a look over your shoulder in hopes of catching a glimpse of her form without the curtain of fabric blocking the view, and you’re met with the sight of her harness digging into her hips, leading below the waistband of her black cotton boxers.

A sliver of bare skin is visible between the dregs of her cloak and the hem of her underwear, accentuating the smattering of blonde hair trailing down from her naval. The muscles of her thighs flex as she pulls the length of her strap from its confines.

She reaches around to unbutton your jeans and tug the material down your legs, careless of the way your hips jerk from the force of her strength. When her fingers prod at your entrance and she slides her fake cock between your thighs, your palms flatten against the wall to keep yourself from crumpling over in bliss.

“S’that feel good?” Her thumb swipes at your clit in fast, messy circles while two thick digits part your velvety walls.

Little sighs and puffs of air are all you can manage as a response. Her fingers curl at the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot, and you think you could manage to come like this if she kept at it for even a minute longer.

To your disappointment, she frees her fingers before you can reach your peak, and you push back against her with a whine of protest.

She doesn’t seem to appreciate your breathy complaint, because she shoves your hips back against the wall with a bitter force that makes you gasp at the impact.

“Don’t fucking move.”

Her masked face peaks over your shoulder, creeping into your peripheral with an unblinking, static gaze.

You feel the tip of her cock nudge against your weeping entrance, sleek plastic rubbing against your skin just like the pale visage resting against your cheek. She drives her cock into you in one fluid motion, grunting as her hips slam into yours.

“Fuck-” you choke out a breathless, eager sound as she gives an experimental thrust against your backside.

Her broad figure envelops you completely as she grinds her cock into your slick cunt, agonizingly slow until she decides you’re ready for more. She’s everywhere all at once – a blur of heavy-handed touches over your hips and your chest. You can’t decide whether you’d like to push your breasts into the cradle of her palms or to contort yourself into the hollow of her frame in search of more pleasure.

“mmh- please, faster,” you beg, brows pinched together with the effort of keeping still like she’d asked.

“Yeah?” She picks up a bit of speed and returns her fingers to your clit. “Too cock drunk to be scared anymore?”

You nod along with what she’s saying, too focused on the tension twisting in your gut to pay attention to her words. You’d agree to anything as long as she kept moving.

A minute passes and you’re teetering at the edge of your release. She seems to notice, adding pressure to your clit and grinding her cock into you as far as it’ll go.

“That’s it,” she pants. “Come for me.”

The tension inside of you snaps and you shudder through your release with a choked sob and a silent thanks to the stranger holding you up. Your walls cling to her slick length as you come around her cock, heaving a shaky breath into the quiet, cramped room.

After a few more greedy thrusts and swipes over your sensitive clit, she stills inside of you and presses her mouth to your shoulder, almost like she’s kissing you through the plastic mold covering her face.

With a content flush crawling up your cheeks, you turn to look at her in the dim lighting. “You could’ve taken the mask off, y’know.”

She laughs wryly and shakes her head. “Where’s the fun in that?”

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ripcupid · 7 months

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Horny Horrors

Day 10 - sex toys - abby x reader

୨୧ last time I wrote Abby smut it flopped so I’m scared but I actually like this one. Doesn’t Abby look so good 🤭

@ur-local-femme

“Don’t be shy, baby, come on,” Abby whispers as she strokes your thigh, trying to ease some of your nerves. She gently pushes open your thighs, her fingers trailing higher up your leg.

Abby's fingers brush against the damp spot that has formed on your underwear, eliciting a soft gasp from you before she pulls them to the side. Abby rests her head on your shoulder, her warm breath fanning over your neck makes you bite your lips.

As her lips graze against your neck she whispers, "Grab the toy for me." You reach over to the nightstand feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement as you take in the size of it. You hand her the toy and Abby pulls your panties off completely, tossing them to the floor.

She pulls your legs further apart, squeezing the fat of your thighs with a firm grip. She teasingly runs the tip of the toy along your inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. You can't help but let out a soft moan and squirm as Abby slides the tip through your drooling cunt, teasingly circling it around your clit.

Your head falls back on her shoulder, your legs twitching as she drags the toy up and down your slick folds. "Keep those legs spread nice and wide for me," Abby whispers huskily in your ear, pressing a kiss just below your earlobe. Her free hand holds open your trembling thighs, allowing her to have better access to your throbbing core.

You grind your hips against the length of the toy, rubbing your clit against it. "You're already so wet for me," Abby murmurs against your neck, watching as your arousal glistens on the toy. She slaps the length against your clit lightly, the wet slapping sound echoing in the room. Jolts of pleasure to shoot through your body before Abby goes back to teasing your clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

Abby's other hand leaves your thigh and makes its way to your tits, squeezing and teasing your nipples between her fingers. You let out a loud moan, arching your back and pressing your chest further into Abby's touch. "You like it when I touch you like this?" Abby says, looking down between your legs with a smug smile. Your breath hitches as you nod, "Yes, Abby."

"Yeah, but you gotta be careful," Abby warns, "I don't want the whole hall hearing you." She kisses your neck, tugging lightly on your nipples before trailing her fingers down your stomach. As her fingers reach the apex of your thighs, she teasingly brushes against your swollen clit, making you gasp and buck your hips in response.

"Please, Abby... I-I need more," you whimper, trying to look up at her with pleading eyes. She pecks your lips gently, keeping her lips brushed against your as she chuckles at your desperation. You grab onto Abby's forearm for support, your nails digging into her skin as you feel her press the tip of the toy against your entrance, slowly pushing it inside you.

You moan softly against her lips, feeling the delicious stretch as the toy slides deeper into you. Your walls clench around the toy as she holds it in place, savoring the sensation of being filled. Abby's eyes lock with yours, a mischievous glint dancing in them as you pant softly.

"Please, go slow, Abby," you whine softly. Abby nods, a playful smile playing on her lips as she starts moving it in and out, letting the veins drag against your walls with each thrust. You let out a strained moan as she hits a sweet spot deep inside you. You lift your head off her shoulder, looking down at the toy disappearing inside you, your tummy tensing with each movement.

You spread your legs wider, fucking your hips up to meet Abby's thrusts, desperate to come around the toy. Your breath quickens, matching the rhythm of Abby's movements. "It's not enough ," you gasp, your voice filled with need and desire. "Please go faster."

Abby's smile widens, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she increases the speed, causing you to gasp and moan even louder. You fall back against her chest and Abby's hand comes up to hold your jaw gently, her touch both comforting and possessive.

"Is that better?" she whispers, her warm breath tickling your ear. You nod, unable to form words, expect to let out a breathless "yes." The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of the toy sliding in and out of you. Her hand slides down to your swollen neglected clit, her fingers circling the sensitive bud.

Your moans grow louder, blending with the wet sounds of the toy thrusting inside you. Every stroke from Abby's hand makes the pressure build, driving you closer to the edge of pleasure. "I w-wanna come, Abby please, I'm so close ," you manage to gasp out, your voice strained with desperation.

"I know baby," She coos softly, rubbing your clit faster. Your thighs tremble as you cry Abby's name out in pleasure. The intensity of her touch pushes you over the edge, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As you reach your climax, your body arches and shudders uncontrollably, your thighs clenching around Abby's hand.

Abby continues to slowly rub your clit as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, her touch now gentle and soothing. You collapse against her, panting heavily as you catch your breath. Abby pulls out the toy from between your legs and sets it aside, her hand still resting on your thigh. She plans soft kisses on your neck, sending shivers down your spine and a soft smile spreading across your face.

#the last of us #tlou #smut #tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #the last of us smut #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x reader #lazyghoulskinktober2023 #kinktober 2023

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6. Dubcon

cw/tw: no outbreak, stepmom!abby, virgin/innocent reader, grooming, mommy kink

wc: 1378

an: is Abby a lesbian? Yes. Is she married to a man in this au? Also yes but just for useless plot purposes.

Walking through the door you sighed upon seeing a very particular set of keys on the ring. There was only one set, letting you know that your dad was out while your new stepmom Abby was home. You walked up the stairs, attempting to bypass your dad's room and not see her but to your annoyance you heard her voice calling you.

“How was your day sweetie?”

“Uh it was good.” You said shortly looking up her. She was different than all the other women your dad dated, but just personality wise but appearance wise. She was 5’8 which isn’t very tall, but coming from a very short family where the tallest man is 5’7 it was a big difference. She also had the most muscle mass you had ever seen on a woman. Her thighs were bigger than your head and her biceps bulged with every movement of her arms. Her personality matched her appearance, being strong willed and dominant while still being generous and kind to others.

“I’m glad to hear,” she said before pausing.

“How would you like to watch a movie, get in some bonding time?” She asked pursing her lips. You kind of liked that she made the effort to hang out with you even though you had just turned 18 and would be leaving your childhood home soon.

“Uh sure, let me just get settled.” You said, walking down the hall to your room. Entering the room, you plopped your things on your bed, slipped off your shoes and changed into one of your sleep shirts and a pair of shorts that barely covered your thighs.

“What movie are we watching?” You called.

“Some kind of wonderful! It was my favorite movie when I was your age.” She called back excitedly. Putting on your slippers, you went back down the hall and entered your dads room.

“When is my dad getting home?”

“He said he’s working until 6 so around 7.” She said popping in the DVD. You sat on the bed with her and being so close you started to realize just how much bigger she was. You felt tiny and that you paled in comparison to her. Instead of feeling intimated though, your brain felt kind of fuzzy. Her nature of causal touches, rubbing your arm, resting her hand on your back only made it worse. Your eyes trailed from the screen up at her, taking in the beauty of her features. You always thought she was pretty but never really studied her. Her eyes met yours and you quickly looked away embarrassed. Abby gave a laugh.

“You know,” she started.

“I realize that it must be weird to have a new step mom so late in your life but I do want us to keep the really good relationship we are starting have. You can take all the time you need but I want you to know that you can always come to me when you’re feeling down or just need some extra support.” Your face flushed and the moment made you weirdly emotional. You never really had any semblance of a normal mom, a good one. She smiled warmly and let you hug her, your arms wrapped around her middle. She kissed you on the forehead and you both cuddled together. Her strong arms held you close and still fighting off your emotions, you felt her hands slide up to patch of skin right underneath your breasts.

Another reason you had been so surprised when your dad brought her home is that she defied many stereotypes and roles that you grew up believing. Granted you were extremely sheltered and were homeschooled your entire life but it was a surprise nonetheless. Just like that moment, a swirl on confusion formed in your brain. Her fingers gently brushed the underside of your breasts and you heard her take a breath before saying,

“You trust me right?” You nodded and she continued to speak.

“How you do feel about me making you feel extra special?” Her fingers reached the hem of your sleep shirt and started to slip underneath.

“What are you doing?” She responded by ghosting the pads of her fingers over your nipples, tracing circles around them and twisting them. You instantly felt it in your cunt wetness pooling in your panties. She cupped your breasts, massaging the fat.

“Mmm, that’s it baby.” She cooed as you leaned into her moaning slightly.

“You can take off my shirt.” You whispered warning a grin from Abby. She slid the shirt off of you tossing it the side and pressing light kisses to your breasts.

“You’re perfect.”

“You like them?”

“I love them. You’re gorgeous.” She confirmed latching her mouth on one of your nipples while squeezing the other breast in her other hand. She swirled her tongue around it and it hardened allowing her to suck harder.

“Oh my god, Abby!” You moaned. She switched breasts and the other opposite treatment.

“I’ll give you more if you ask nicely.” She teased.

“Please Abby,” you begged.

“Please what?”

“You know…” you trailed off embarrassed.

“Make me feel nice.” You whispered, barely audible.

“Alright sweetheart,” she giggled.

“But remember this is our special secret, no one but us will ever know.”

“Ok.” Abby looked at you expectantly like she was waiting for you to finish your sentence. You looked at her confused,

“Ok…” she repeated, mouthing ‘mommy’ afterward.

“Ok mommy.” You said, the same feeling stirring in your cunt.

“Can mommy take off your shorts?” You nodded yes and she cooed slipping them off revealing a tiny black thong.

“Look how beautiful.” She mused. You yelped as you suddenly felt her hand collide with your ass slapping it.

“God.” Abby groaned. The movie still played quietly in the back long forgotten. She pushed you against the bed laying down on your back with your legs to the side and your hips up. She left the bed and retrieved something you couldn’t see before returning and showing off a strap on. An 8 inch black strap on dildo with a girth that instilled fear in your chest. You flushed with panic as she crawled on the bed.

“What’s that for?” She giggled,

“I’m going to show you how much I love you. Now, open your legs.”

“Wait, you’re going to put in there?” You asked.

“Yes, baby.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s going to feel amazing baby I promise.”

“What if it doesn’t fit?” She laughed again.

“Of course it will fit. Just try to relax.” She said, letting her fingers drop down to your pussy.

“Gotta warm you up first.” She traced the the outline of your pussy letting your wetness soak your fingers.

“You’re so pretty.” She murmured before slowly pushing in one of fingers. Your body twitched and grabbed her forearm. The intrusion felt strange but not totally bad just a sting. She moved her finger around exploring and let a second finger work its way in.

“You’re so tight. Let it hurt a bit, it’ll feel so much better in just a moment.” She breathed. She lined up her strap with your pussy and pushed it in stretching you out. You gasped and curled forward groaning.

“Shhh it’s ok baby girl. Mommy’s got you, mommy’s got you.” She continued thrusting in and out.

“Hurts.”

“It’s ok, it’s gonna feel good I promise.” Abby cooed. The pain turned to pleasure as you started to gasp. Your grip on her tightened and you looked at her wildly for reassurance as you started to moan. Her thrusts got quicker and she bottomed out against your cervix. You let out another languid moan and your eyes rolled back.

“Ah wait, I have to pee. I have to pee-“ you said, your panic returning.

“You don’t have pee i promise.” She said.

“Let go, it’s gonna ok. Mommy promises.” Abby’s thrusts started to stutter and you go, squirting onto the bed sheets. You immediately started to apologize and she was quick to correct you.

“It’s perfectly normal, don’t worry about it. It’s okay.” Your eyes softly closed and she kissed your lips softly.

“Can I clean you up?” You nodded, watching her take a rag and wipe between your thighs.

“You’re such a good girl.”

#eliwrites #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #mommy kink #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x female reader #muscle mommy abby #abby anderson x you #abby anderson blurb #stepmom #abby anderson smut

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punkassfrance · 7 months

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Owned, Anderson - Abby x Reader (Drabble, Kinktober Day 5 - Collaring)

MDNI, 18+ ONLY You belong to Abby. She's determined to make sure everyone knows. This work contains collaring, strap sucking, established relationship, and dom/sub.

Having some fun with Abby!! You can consider this an extension of the boot worship if you want, a few years down the line, I just like to think of Abby as a very loving dom/girlfriend c: Again, I make no promises to do every day of Kinktober- just trying my best c: Thanks to @djarrex for the Halloween divider!

As Abby pulls the black leather out of her bag, your mouth dries at the sight. There’s a simple silver ring in the center, perfect for hooking a leash into. The leather is thick with a sturdy buckle on the back- as you cautiously step forward, you can tell the material is real.

A tag dangles from the ring.

“Owned”

You shudder before looking up to your girlfriend, who’s turning it over in her hands like she’s never seen it before. You know she’s looked for it since your birthday last year, probably tossing aside several options before settling on this perfect gift. It really is, you think. Perfect.

She takes the tag between her fingers and flips it over, showing you the engraving on the other side.

“Anderson”

You reach out to brush your fingers over the tag, feeling the burr around the letters before looking up to her.

“Gotta get on your knees if you want it.”

You don’t hesitate to fall to the carpeted floor of her room, keeping your eyes on her loving smile. It’s perfect. She’s perfect, and she’s looking down at you like you’re perfect too. Her fingers run over the leather, raising it to her sanguine lips and pressing a kiss to the smooth finish.

Cutting your worship short, she fastens the collar around your neck, pulling it just tight enough to keep a gentle pressure. You exhale, the feeling instantly calming your nerves- it feels like a good hug, or a heavy blanket. A new soother for long days and hard nights.

“God- you look so pretty like this, babe.” Her fingers trail up to your chin, holding you in place. “I thought long and hard about what to put on this, you know.”

She sits up and undoes her belt, pulling her pants down just enough to bare her strap to you. You don’t wait for an order, mouth falling open to take it in. As she gently thrusts into your throat, indulging in your gentle moans, she continues.

“Slut gave off the wrong message- you’re mine.” Her fingers slide down into her boxers, rubbing slow circles around her clit. “Bitch didn’t feel like you.”

She moans as you hold the tip of her cock in the back of your throat, eyes on her. You see her wince at the pressure as she grinds on her clit harder. She catches her lip between her teeth for a moment before releasing it with a sigh.

“Figured I should get right to the point. After all-” Her knees buckle just a bit before she regains her composure. “...anyone who sees this is gonna know you’re mine. You fucking belong to someone. Someone-” her other hand slides from your hair to the collar, hooking through the ring. “...who loves you enough to collar you.”

You look up with pleading eyes, whimpering as she throws her head back. She stops breathing for a moment as she cums, grinding down hard on her fingers, pulling you onto her cock by the collar. It’s suffocating, just for a moment. All you can do is watch.

As she starts to breathe again, you wait for an order, patient at her feet. Her chest is heaving, breasts sloping to a sharp peak under her tank top. You could study her body for the rest of your life and die happy.

Before long, she helps you to your feet, folding you into her arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Fucking hell, I love you.”

Hope you're enjoying Kinktober so far!! I was so tempted to end this in a proposal lol, something about making sure everyone knows you're hers "in and out of the bedroom".

Currently looking for a beta reader, please take a look at my work and DM me if you're interested!

If you liked this, check out my about me, my masterlist, or my AO3!

#fanfiction #the last of us #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby/reader #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x you #abby anderson/reader #abby anderson x reader #drabble #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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missdaytonawrites · 7 months

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the time has come!!!!

excited to announce that kinktober won by a LONG SHOT!!!! i really was excited to see what you guys picked regardless of the winner, this is so!!! fun!!!

here's the prompt list i'm using this year!

🎃 some things to remember!!! 🎃

• prompts will be switching off between ellie and abby :))

• the first week (prompts 1-7) will be mashed up into one big, mega, juicy one-shot! coming out this saturday!

• daily posts will resume this sunday :)

• due to literal daily uploads, in addition to everything i already had planned for october my requests are closed for the forseeable future. my ask's and submissions remain open :)))

• this is probably of 0 importance to the greater good of you, however, i am a full-time esthetics student!!!! so please have patience with me i am hashtag trying my best.

• last but not least, there may be surprises!!! and twists ...or turns.. keep your eyes peeled :)

again, i'm so excited. happy october! <3 happy fall <3 congrats to all the kinktober stans that voted! 💖

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ervotica · 7 months

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hello, darlings! i’ve finally compiled my fic list for kinktober 2023! i apologise for my inactivity as of late, being employed sucks fr😞 (kidding ofc) without further adieu, let me present the fics! as always, 18+ only please!

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𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

DARK, abby anderson & ellie williams x reader, non-con, drugging

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𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 ‘𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 ‘𝗲𝗺 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗻

bradley bradshaw, overstimulation

𝗜𝗜𝗜

𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗴

DARK, alpha!aemond targaryen, a/b/o, stalking, obsession, forced mating

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𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿

dadsbestfriend!eddie munson, taboo, age gap, dacryphilia

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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲

hockey!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader, brat taming, hate sex

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻’ 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵

joel miller, exhibitionism

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𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲

DARK, james potter, sex pollen

tagging mutuals; @pxgeturner @lilacletter @lovetrt @amourrs @wlfpet @changemunson @cinnamoncunt @cosmal @mysticmunson @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @elsweetheart @evermoreal @suncoves @slightly-smarter-nat @falcqns @gxtitobxby @ghostlyfleur @heartmorgue @headkiss @jamespottersmommy @vnusology @vermithorn @vampieteeth @targaryenvampireslayer @odairsangel @oncasette @rafesmuse @inklore @indouloureux

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angelanderson · 7 months

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angelanderson’s kinktober list! choice with most votes will be written. one or two posted a week :) masterlist for it coming out soon! xoxo

threesome dom!ellabs × reader, knife kink w/ ellie, overstim w/ abby, sex tape with ellie, squirting dildo with abby, praise kink w/ mean!abby, halloween night w/ ellie (group one)

strength kink w/ ellabs, mirror sex with ellie, praise kink with ellie, leather and lace w/ abby, sex tape w/ abby, forest sex w ellie, handcuffs with idk yet (group two)

#kinktober #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams fic #abby anderson fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #abby anderson x you #ellabs x reader #ellie x reader x abby

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littlebabyyd0ll · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY TWO, SUBDROP

Dom!Steve x Sub!reader

Her beauty, her sadness. A sweet angel girl who puts her boyfriend first, and let’s her little head get all fuddled. It’s a good thing Steve knows you like the back of his hand.

Warnings: p in v smut! not very vivid descriptions. Subdrop, daddy kink. Reader is just tired and lets herself get into a scene when she should j rest. Soft!Dom!Steve. use of 'dada' in subspace.

18+! enjoy!

Main Masterlist ! Kinktober 2023

It’s normal for you to cry during sex. During anything, really. Steve’s used to your glimmering eyes and trembling pout, the little whimpers that leave your lips. He’s always called you his little crybaby, used to wiping the tears away from under your eyes and kissing your tear-stained cheeks better. Sweet little you, so innocent and purehearted, even the littlest of things set you off. That one time you saw Dustin stand on a spider, when Darth Vader died (‘He’s literally the bad guy, baby.’ “so!’), when your food was too hot and burnt your tongue. Some people would have surely found your sensitive soul irritating, but it was one of the things Steve loved most about you. That, and his chest swelled at the thought of being your saviour from the tears.

But these tears, these were different.

It had started the same, a little wail when his finger circled your puffy little clit, a trickle of saltine tears falling down your cheeks. He’d cooed and mocked your sweet little pout, just as he normally would. But the tears got worse when he flipped you onto your front and pushed inside of you. You’d given a sob as he pushed his cock inside of your dripping hole. Again, it wasn't unlike you to cry and whimper at the burn of the stretch. That’s why Steve hadn't thought much of your little sobs at first.

They just kept on coming. With every thrust, every time the front of his thighs slapped against the back of yours, you let out a pitiful cry. Your head stays flat against the ruffled mattress, tears collecting a puddle beneath you. Normally, in a position like this, you try your hardest to sit up against him, to be closer to him, to kiss his lips. Yet, you're as still as anything, hands bunched up besides you.

Steve allows his thrusts into you to slow, pushes the thoughts of his own pleasure aside to run a hand soothingly down your arched back.

“Where are you baby, huh? You with daddy?” He asks patiently, thumb running slowly across your warm skin. He’s too good for you, and your mushed up mind can’t handle it

you shake your head with a sob, one that wracks your chest and breaks his heart. “‘m gone, daddy.” And then the river flows, sobs wracking your little form as Steve eases himself out of you. He gives a gentle hush as he pulls you up by your underarms. You instantly cower into him, naked and shaking.

“Hey, shh. You're okay, sweet girl. You're so good, you know that?” He tucks your head underneath his chin. Massive hands run up and down your arms soothingly. “My best girl, using your words. So proud of you, baby”

“Dada.” It’s how he knows you're so gone, so lost in confusing thoughts and just being so much smaller than him that you cant even get the right words out – you only ever call him this when youre so far deep in subdrop.

“Daddy’s got you, daddy’s here, baby.”

“‘M sorry.” His heart aches, because you think that he’s mad at you. You think that he’s angry that your tears got in the way of sex. He’s not, never would be. “‘M so sorry, dada.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, angel.” He kisses at your hairline. “‘M so glad you told me. Such a good girl. My good little girl. What’s got you all in your head, huh?”

You whine, pushing your face further into his naked chest.

“You’re okay. You can talk to daddy, brave girl. It’s only words.” It’s then that you realise that he’s rocking you both gently, helping you in your heady, little-like headspace. He’s warm, hes so warm, just like he always is. It grounds you, makes you want to dive into his skin where its safe, where you know he’ll watch over you and care for you forever.

The words come out muffled when you finally speak them, pushed against him and mumbled. “So tired, dada. J-Just wanted to be good for you, wanna be a good girl. Wanted you to,” A choked sob leaves your lips, “f-feel good!.”

Steve huffs through his nose, arms wrapping harder around you and he pulls you close, holds you to him like a vice. His precious angel, putting him and his pleasure first even when it gets you like this. He hates that you let yourself get to this point without telling him, hates that he didn't notice beforehand.

“I’m so sorry, sweet girl. Daddy’s sorry that he didn’t notice how tired you are. Bet you feel all foggy and confused, yeah?” You nod vehemently, sniffling slightly. It feels better to have the words out, to have Steve know. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. My beautiful girl. Too good to me.” You shuffle slightly, lifting your head to look at him. “There’s my girl.”

God, he’s beautiful. Handsome enough to have you forgetting all about your sticky tears and shaking limbs. His hair’s a mess and his cheeks are flushed. Steve’s golden brown eyes are focused on you, on only you, and they penetrate into the depths of your heart. You know he cares, know that he ;oves you, know that he would put you before anything else.

You’re the luckiest girl alive.

“Can daddy give you a little kiss, baby? Just a little kiss ‘n we’ll go get you cleaned up.”

The nod you give is small, but the twitch upwards in your lip gives his heart the pulse back to life that he needs. Gives him hope that all this will blow over, and his sweet little crybaby will be back soon.

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smile for me [ abby anderson ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 11 [ erotic photos ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ finger sucking, marking, oral sex -- female receiving, taking pictures during sex, cum ] + mature language

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abby had somewhat of a sneaking feeling on what you had planned for the night. considering leah had just dropped by manny and her’s shared room to see if either one of them had seen her polaroid camera.

manny had quickly told her no, before making a comment about how she needed to keep a better eye on her things -- especially considering it being a still functioning old world item, and abby had quickly agreed. neither one of them had seen it.

but then again, abby wasn’t too focused on where leah had managed to leave her stuff behind. as she was still reeling from the little off-handed comment you had made earlier when heading over to the fob. quietly asking if she had any plans tonight with a simple smile and mischievous eyes. she shook her head, not able to come up with anything as you nodded, before telling her you’d see her at nine.

there was something about the way you had said it that made her nervous. and maybe given all the clues leading up throughout the day -- leah’s camera going missing, manny magically having some date to go on, and abby’s schedule clear for the rest of the night, but it didn’t really hit her until you came knocking at her door right on time.

“hey...” she greeted, opening the door wide enough for you to enter before closing and locking it behind you. you had turned, hands tucked behind your back like you are hiding something as a sweet smile graced your lips, “what do you have behind your back?” abby questions in a deadpanned tone, not at all impressed by the way your smile seems to widen at her words.

“just a little something for tonight's festivities... though, i wanted to run it by you first to make sure we were on the same page. if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me.” you utter, bright facade softly breaking into a more serious tone before abby’s arms crossed over her chest and she scoffs, “just tell me, baby.”

the item you had hidden behind your back? leah’s polaroid camera. abby’s arms drop to her sides as she looks between you and the camera in your hands, “you had leah’s camera this entire time?! why the hell did you take it? she’s been looking for it all day!”

“cause what i have planned required it... i’m gonna give it back when we’re done.” you state innocently, thumbing the sides of the camera as abby huffs and braces her hands at her hips, “and what could you possibly need her camera for?”

there’s a bit of a long pause as you sputter, heat rising to your cheeks as you realize up until this point, you weren’t as obvious and straight forward as you had thought, “okay, so i’m seeing that my idea completely flew over your head. let me try again... you and i are going to take pictures of each other.”

“not that i don’t love having pictures of you, but why make a big deal out of that?” she questions, and you nearly groan as everything once again goes right over her head. although a little surprised by your sudden outburst, she finds the situation a somewhat amusing as your arms drop to your sides and you fight the nerve to shake her by the shoulders with the hopes that it would knock some sense into her

“jesus christ, abigail!” you state, pinching the bridge of your nose with an exasperated sigh, “okay... you and i are going to have sex, and i’m going to take pictures.” realization dawns across her features as everything finally clicks into place and you sigh with relief as her lips form an ‘o’ before sliding into a playful smirk, “why didn’t you say that the first time?”

“are you - i’m seriously considering walking out that door right now...” a hand quickly grasps your wrist, preventing you from turning on your heel and actually leaving the room as abby laughs in return.

“you love me...” she states, rushing down the few steps to her bunk as you huff from your spot, “i’m highly debating it... but i do find you a little too much to resist.” you chuckle in return, before following right behind her.

clothes are quickly shed, landing in a not-so neat pile at the foot of her bunk before you’re climbing atop her -- straddling her hips as your fingers brush over the sides of the polaroid camera with a bright grin, “so what are you doing to do when leah questions way she’s so low on film?” abby questions, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as you roll your eyes and lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“easy, i found an old roll of film on our last run to the fob... i just replaced her film with my own. and i’ll switch it back before she even knows -- also, why is this your question now? shouldn’t you be more focused on the task at hand?”

“i would if you got started already.” abby huffs out, teeth gritting as you raise a brow and shift your hips to grind your clit against her own, “no need to be so pushy... or rude. i’m getting there.”

your words seem to ease her for the shortest amount of time until you appearantly aren’t moving fast enough and she opens her mouth to snark something up at you, when your fingers shove their way into her mouth, “stop trying to rush things...” you hiss, before an idea quickly crosses your mind and you scramble to grab the camera with your free hand.

“suck.” you order, mewling as abby’s lips suction around your fingers and moans softly around your digits as you bring the camera up to your face and snap a picture of the sight before you, “so pretty...” you mutter, the printed picture falling to the side as you snap another -- this time of her breasts heaving after a heavy moan.

you smile to yourself, already pleased with the way these were going to turn out. dropping the camera back to your side, you pull your fingers from her mouth. watching as she pants softly and eyes trail after your fingers dropping down to her folds.

abby hisses when your slicked fingers press against her clit, rubbing quick circles in tandem as you lean down to press another kiss to her lips. leaving her to chase after you when you quickly move on to mark up the sides of her neck and down to her breasts.

her hips lift to meet your movements, wanting to take every little bit you’re giving her as little whimpers spill from her lips and her eyes screw shut at the sensation. you only draw back and away from her chest when you’re satisfied with the amount of marks left behind on her light skin -- pride swelling within you as the marks turn a darker red with each passing second. so much that you take another picture of the sight before you.

your fingers draw away from her clit, a whimpered protest hot on her lips before your shoving the polaroid into her limp hands and shooting her a dazzling smile, “want to take some pictures of me for your own collection?” you smile, before shouldering yourself in-between her spread legs and loop your arms under the thick of her thighs.

abby shutters at the implication, nodding hazily before pulling a pillow up under the expanse of her shoulders so she can get a better view of your position. the pad of her thumb hovering over the button as she nods that she’s ready.

though, she’s not entirely as the flat of your tongue licks a broad stripe along her folds and the camera clicks signaling that a picture was taken. you can barely hold back your chuckles as abby flushes a deep red and you move to wrap your lips around her clit and give a harsh suck to the bundle of nerves.

the shutter of the camera goes off again, and this time you can barely contain the chuckle that leaves your lips. vibrating against her clit and has her back arching up from the mattress. her hands tightly grip the camera -- almost to the point you think she might just break the outside casing with how tightly she’s pressing her fingers into it and you let up just enough that she relaxes her grip.

then, the camera is tossed to the side and abby opts to gripping the sheets tightly as you bring her to her first orgasm of the night -- teetering on the edge of overstimulation as you lick and suck up every last bit of her release to the point her hands are roughly shoving at your shoulders.

“you are so evil...” abby huffs as you come to sit on your heels, shoulders bouncing as you chuckle and shoot her a bight smile, “you enjoyed it enough... i can’t wait to see how the pictures you took come out...” your eyes are already floating over to the small pile of pictures seated beside the two of you, and you feel heat grow in the pit of your belly as some slowly begin to develop.

abby takes advantage of your state, flipping you around until your back rests against the mattress this time. her coy smile on display as a hand presses against the expanse of your neck, choking off a moan of surprise as her other hand grabs the camera from where she had left it, “now it’s your turn baby... look so good with my hand around your neck...”

heat raises in your cheeks at her words, more so when the shutter goes off and you moan wantonly as she smiles wickedly down at you, “good ahead, baby... smile for me...”

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Horny Horrors

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬!

✮𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞

This is @ chestharrington’s kinktober cause I’ve always wanted to do it but I can’t write for 31 days. So my first one

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fandoms - tlou and cod mw2

Virginity - loser! ellie x reader

On camera - ellie

Sex toys - abby x reader

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7. Virginity

cw/tw: abby x f!reader, virgin!reader, fingering, pussy eating

wc: 1236

an: Abby is a munch

Abby’s lips kissed your own and you felt butterflies swirl in your stomach. You quietly groaned, taking in the plush of her lips and the taste of her tongue. She moaned in response, fiercely kissing you back, and squeezing her arms around you.

“Love the way you taste.” She murmured into the kiss. You grinned against her and pulled away before giving her multiple short pecks on the lips and continuing to kiss her. Her hands traveled around your body, squeezing and loving every single part. Once they reached under part of your ass, she palmed your butt and squeezed. You gave a tiny yelp in reaction, but you knew better. Your panties were soaked, they had been since she first kissed you. You had been with Abby for a few months now, not to mention all the years you spent as friends before that, and you were finally ready.

“Please, Abby.”

“Please what?“

“Please fuck me.” You said quietly. She paused and looked at you, studying your face.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t mind waiting longer.” You nodded and said,

“I’m ready.” She continued kissing you and letting her hands roam. You eagerly slipped off your shirt showing off your braless chest. You nervously avoided her eyes and asked,

“What do you think?”

“Oh baby you’re absolutely gorgeous.” You blushed and Abby wasted no time kissing down your neck to your chest and putting her mouth on your nipple. Her tongue swirled around it and you groaned, pressing your back into the bed. She kissed every inch of your breasts, taking her sweet time sucking your other nipple and playing with it by biting it softly. She palmed your chest again looking into your eyes as you moaned and she grabbed and massaged your tits. Glancing up at your face, she was pleased to see you letting out low moans with your eyes closed. She traveled down to your stomach, playing with the hem of your pants.

“Can I?”

“Yes, yes.” You nodded.

“Can I see you?” You asked. Abby responded by shedding her clothes, sexily peeling off her garments one by one. You’d seen her close to nude before when you stitched up her injuries in the past but knowing what she was taking them off to do sent a pulsing feeling to your cunt. Taking in her body and every ridge of muscle, you blushed and dreamily thought of how you wanted to put your mouth on her.

“You like what you see?” She asked teasingly, flexing her muscles. You blushed more intensely this time and she laughed.

“Maybe.” You muttered. She got to work pulling down your pants and looked up to you for reassurance when she pulled down your panties revealing your cunt. You couldn’t but think about how respectful and mindful she was of the fact that it was your first time. In your history with men, they always got creepy when you mentioned you were a virgin. Like you were a prize they wanted to win, but with Abby it just felt like she just wanted to make you feel good. She pressed a series of light kisses to your pussy while muttering about how beautiful you were.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Please can you-“ She pressed another kiss right above your pussy before allowing herself to dive in. She licked a long stripe up your cunt and went to work. You moaned, your hands searching for something to grab onto. You settled on the sheets but she grabbed your hands and placed them in her hair, permitting you to pull. The softness of her hair surprised you and you blushed when Abby moaned into you when you pulled. She sucked and licked every part of you searching for the spot that made you scream. She found it quickly, sucking harshly when you started to squirm and moan.

“Mm, Abby!” You yelped.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“I do, I do.”

“My little princess.” She muttered and you blushed. Her princess was your favorite thing to be.

“Gonna cum,” you spluttered. She very suddenly pulled away and you sent her a questioning look.

“What?” She moved up to solely love on your clit and you nearly fell apart.

“Oh shit! Oh, Abby.” She sped up her movements and you gripped her hair a little more harshly.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled as you came in her arms. Pleasure hit you in shockwaves and you felt like you could barely breathe.

“Good?” She asked.

“Oh fuck you.” You said playfully. Abby wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you swatted her arm. You caught your breath and internally melted when you saw how lovingly she was looking at you.

“Can I try to do you?”

“What do you want to do?”

“What would you want me to do?”

“I like to be fingered.” She said with a blush.

“Um, okay.” You said nervously. You knew that she wouldn’t hold it against you if it was bad because she obviously knew that you never did it before but the worry still existed in your mind. You took another big breath and decided to just do it. You nodded, giving nonverbal confirmation. She switched positions with you so that she was lying down flat on the bed and you sat up next to her. You slowly pulled her panties down and you tried to not let the nerves get to you. You noticed how she was dripping just from eating you out and you let your hands trail over her thighs, staring at the muscle. Abby spread her legs in front of you and you blushed deeply as you got closer to her. You lubed up your fingers and she sent you a reassuring smile.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to. I promise.” You slowly worked one finger in, and then the other. You experimented with curling your fingers and slowly pumping in at different angles, much like you had to yourself in the past, watching her face carefully. When her breath started to get heavier, you stayed at that angle and worked at it. She put her hand over yours, slowly guiding you to what she knew she liked and you smiled when she let out a small moan. You found a good rhythm, following her guidance, and slowly started to work your way up near her clit but not touching it yet.

“You’re so pretty.” You said letting your other hand trail around the sides of her cunt.

“Does this feel good?” She nodded quickly.

“You can go faster.” You slowly started to speed up your movements and she continued to guide your hand. You started to approach her clit and very gently added stimulation. Abby moaned louder and you grinned brightly. You rubbed the nub lightly and slowly started to speed up. She started to grind against your fingers and you pressed a kiss to her lips. She gasped into the kiss and whispered,

“More.” You rubbed harder and her hips started to buck on your fingers.

“Gonna cum, please please.” You continued your movements and drank in the sight of her throwing her head back and her mouth dropping open as she came. After a waiting a few moments, you slid your fingers out of her slowly and watched her intently.

“How did I do?”

“Pretty damn good.”

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