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abigails-gf · 2 days

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abby anderson x f!reader.

warnings: smut, sub!abby, soft dom!reader, brief pussy eating, one (1) pussy slap (a!receiving), one (1) tit slap (a!receiving), ropes (abby has her hands tied), one ass spank (a!receiving).

a/n: request: strapping sub!abby?😫 (i accidentally deleted the draft to which the request was attached to.) this is my first time ever writing for sub!abby. kinda nervous to post this one as i'm not sure how i feel about it? writing smut isn't something i'm used to, but i really want to get better at it. all feedback is welcomed !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 and i hope anon enjoys it. and thank u to all who joined my taglist!

abby has her hands tied in her back, laying on your bed. you had been teasing her for an hour or so – playing with her nipples, eating her out but stopping just before she cums, sitting on her face, watching her squirm under you, begging to touch you. she lets out grunts as she eats you out, her tongue between your lips.

you sit next to her and admire your work – she's out of breath, your juices all over her pretty lips, cheeks flushed. "please, ma'am." she says, trying to untangle her hands from the rope you had tied her with. "what is it you want, baby?"

you start to rub circles on her clit, making her whine. "please, fuck me!" you chuckle and lick your fingers. "so eager. and does my girl want my fingers or somethin' else?" you say, bringing your fingers to her pussy. her eyes start to water as you push a finger in. "need more."

you smirk and take your finger out, slapping her pussy, making her writhe. you put the strap-on, walking towards her as she stares at the silicone dick between your legs. she's finally about to get what she wants, what she needs. "aw, look at you. pratically drooling at the sight of my cock." you sit between her legs, caressing her thigh.

"how does my baby want me to fuck her, mmh? does my baby want me to untie her?" she nods. "words, abby."

she sighs, earning her one slap on her tits. "hm. yes, please. untie me, ma'am." you wrap your arms around her, pulling her towards you. "good girl."

you untie her hands, taking them in yours, massaging her wrists. "how does my pretty girl want my cock?" she looks up at you, and smiles. she looks adorable like that, at your mercy. "from behind. please, ma'am." you kiss her softly, she moans against your lips. "get on all fours, baby." you get off her lap and wait until she's on her knees and elbows.

"face the mirror." you say, watching her look up at her reflection. "good girl. don't you think you look pretty like this, baby?" she doesn't answer, starring at you through the mirror as you get on the bed behind her.

you rub the tip of the strap between her wetness. "ready for my cock, baby?" she nods as you look into her eyes in the mirror, pushing the strap in. "that's it..." she whimpers, backing into you. "s'that what my baby wanted? just wanted to feel me deep inside you, huh? you're fuckin' soaked." you grip her hips as you fuck her, the sounds of skin to skin filling the room.

abby hides her face in her arms, you slow down a bit and tug on her braid before thrusting faster. "baby, look at yourself! isn't that what you wanted? gettin' fucked from behind so you could look at yourself? at how pretty you look?" all she can do is moan as the tip of your cock nudges her sensitive spot. "feels too good!" she yells out, some tears falling down her cheeks.

you look at the mirror, smirking at the way abby is looking into her own eyes, moans escaping her pretty mouth. "doesn't my girl look so pretty getting fucked? prettiest girl in the world, so good f'me." you pull out and thrust right back in, moaning at the way the strap makes you feel and the way her pussy sucks it in. abby moans, she's close, you can see it from the way she fucks back into you and the way her pussy clenches around your cock. "is my baby gonna cum? mmh? didn't give you permission, pretty girl."

when she doesn't answer, you spank her ass. "words, pretty girl. does my baby wanna cum, huh? and keep your fuckin' eyes on the mirror. want you to look at yourself while you cum on my cock." she nods and grips the sheets.

"fuck, fuck! please, let me cum." she begs, tears streaming down her pretty face. you look into her eyes in the mirror and tug harder on her braid, fucking into her. "come on, baby. cum on this fuckin' cock."

another thrust, another tug on her hair and abby cums violently around the strap, her juices dripping out of her. "oh, baby... look at you..." you coo. she lets herself fall flat against the mattress. "thank you." she whispers. you lean in and kiss her shoulder. "you're welcome, sweet girl. feels good?" she nods, letting out a whine when you pull out. "shh, s'alright, baby." you stand up, taking off the strap. "baby? how about we get you cleaned up, mmh? come on, sweet girl." you say, rubbing her back. abby looks up at you, hair all messy, face all red. "kiss." she asks.

you chuckle and lean down to kiss her gently, caressing her cheek. "you took it so well, baby. did so good for me today." she blushes and hides her face in your neck. "c'mon, baby. gonna help you clean up."

taglist: @abbysprettygiiirl @bambishaven @bunniehrtz @cowboylikeabi @dykeanderson

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#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x f!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson tlou2 #sub!abby anderson #abby anderson tlou #abby tlou #tlou fic #wlw nsft #sapphic nsft #abby the last of us

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gristol-liker · 23 days

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#i saw someone post the above pic a while ago and immediately thought of him #stop eating out of dog bowls!#gristol malik #this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit

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twocorvids · 1 year

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give morty plot relevance or give me death

#this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit #feels incredibly relevant now #im so tired I just want the person who is also in the title of the show to actually have relevance to the plot of it #please. wb92 i would give my first born child #PLEASE GUYS THE RICK ANF MORTY DYNAMIC IS WHAT MAKES THE SHOW— *gunshots*#rick and morty #morty smith #rick and morty season 6

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fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks · 7 months

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Pete: Why are there so many swivel chairs in here?

Lucius: Why were you out so late?

Pete: I was...with the Captain.

Ed (turns around): try again

Pete: I meant the other captain.

Stede (turns around): ah, see, I'm afraid that excuse is no good either.

Pete: I meant, that I was in the secret "We love our captains" meeting with the swede, Roach, Frenchie, and Wee John?

(Roach, Wee John, and Frenchie turn around. The Swede pops their head out of a barrel for no apparent reason)

Ed: you have one last shot.

Pete (sweating): I was...in the "actually qualified to be captain" meeting with Oluwande and Jim?

Oluwande (swivels): See, it almost would've worked if you had only mentioned Jim since they're the only one not actually here.

Jim (drops from the ceiling like a badass): Actually, I'm here too. But even if we both weren't, nobody would believe you'd actually be in that meeting.

Lucius: So where the hell were you?!

Pete:...

Izzy (walks in): For fucks sake. He was with me in the "assholes trying to be just a bit better as people because some annoying fuckers decided to worm their ways into our shriveled up hearts" meeting.

Pete: I just want it on the record that I didn't choose the name.

Lucius: I got it down, babe. And Izzy! Are you saying you admitting that you actually like us?

Izzy: *painfully repressed sigh* You...are...not...all...entirely...incompetent.

Everyone: Awwww.

Stede: So, does this mean we can put our rivalry behind us?

Izzy: No, fuck off.

#ofmd #our flag means death #incorrect quotes #stede bonnet #ed teach #izzy hands #black pete #lucius spriggs #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #frenchie #wee john ofmd #the swede #roach ofmd #this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit #it's so stupid #and yet i'm posting it anyway #ignore that swivel chairs aren't even close to being historically accurate #no one really cares anyway

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vividfriend · 1 year

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phantom heartbeat

imogen has never heard such a slow heartbeat before, not that she makes it a habit of going around listening to ‘em, mind you. it’s just different, she thinks, as she presses her ear more firmly to laudna’s chest.

though her memories are covered in a thick fog borne of time, she still remembers how easily her daddy had scooped her up into his arms so many years ago. she remembers how he held her to his chest as he stood on their sun bleached porch, looking out at the beginning of a new day. she remembers the curiosity she felt as she put an ear to his chest, how she gasped at how loud it was, how strong it felt.

(“daddy, why d’you tick so loudly?” she had asked, eyes sparkling with the kind of wonder only a six year old could have.

her daddy had smiled, something he did so often back then, as he pressed her tiny fingers to his chest. “gotta keep tickin’ to live, sweetheart. you tick, too.”

“i do?” she gasped as she brought her other hand to her own chest, surprised to find how steadily it thrummed against her palm.)

she can’t help but observe how there’s something so odd about hearing laudna’s heartbeat now against that memory. how it thrums so delicately against her ribs, a slow and gentle rhythm, just barely there and almost dull in how soft it beats. and it’s hard for imogen to correlate the word dull to the woman beneath her because laudna is anything but.

laudna is rich and vibrant, more than just a passing phantom, stronger than any puppet. laudna is a shimmering beacon brighter than any moon, imogen thinks, and is startled at how quickly her own heartbeat picks up as if to chase that thought.

underneath imogen’s ear, laudna’s lungs breathe, her blood rushes, her heart beats and beats and beats—

a reminder,

a reason,

a confession.

#this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit #thought I’d let it breathe #having feelings about Imogen laying on Laudna’s chest #listening to her heartbeat #imogen temult #laudna #relvin temult #critical role #imodna #my writing #also don’t mind me just playing around with formatting!

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sun-ea-sports · 29 days

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/e wave hi @artidoesthings

I finally stopped procrastinating and wrote this

Might write a sillier version of the Swap AU where they really just decided to swap weapons and were not cursed maybe hmm..

#phighting!#fanfiction #this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit #now I need to finish my other phanphics guh..#/silly #not the best thing I’ve written I think #<- but atp it was sitting there and I wanted to get it out and done with #so #sorry if it ain’t the best #gear swap au

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waitingonavision · 2 years

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The Madrigals’ Gifts as Trauma

This has probably been written about (theorized, debunked, confirmed) before, but anyway I was just thinking back to a somewhat recent post and the whole idea that the family’s Gifts are manifestations of Alma’s trauma (grief, fears, etc.) and her need to protect against further pain...

So:

Julieta can heal injuries.

Pepa is “emotional” (she wants to and deserves to express herself freely!) but gets told to feel only certain things at certain times. She is told to suppress “bad”/undesirable emotions. (Alma herself feels this way. Also, trauma/recovery is Like That.)

Bruno can see the future and warn of danger.

Isabela can grow poisonous as well as (presumably) medicinal plants (complementary to her mamá). Her physical resemblance to Alma symbolizes a “second chance” at the life Alma violently lost.

Dolores can hear threats, calls for help, etc.

Luisa can use her strength against danger or to aid escape. Her Gift has offensive and defensive uses.

Camilo can evade danger, or divert attention, etc. His Gift also has offensive and defensive uses.

Antonio can talk to animals, who are sensitive to danger. Specifically with regard to the men on the horses, Antonio could use his power to send any future horses away.

...speaking to the whole generational trauma of it all.

And, based on this idea, Mirabel’s lack of Gift might remind Alma of a “weak” version of herself. Or: Giftless, and therefore the most exposed to danger, vulnerable to loss, unable to provide for and protect others (Alma probably harbors a sense of guilt for not being able to save her husband)—everything the matriarch doesn’t want.

...Maybe I’m just hitting on things that are obvious, since this last part especially sounds closer to canon, from what we know about how Alma perceives Mirabel’s Giftlessness... but it’s still helpful to write it all out.

#encanto #generational trauma #alma madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #my writing #stuff i've posted #this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit

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one-abuse-survivor · 2 years

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Trauma from abuse is funny in that if I'm mean to someone, I'm a terrible person, but if someone is mean to me, I'm also a terrible person

#Abuse #Abuse tw #Trauma #Trauma tw #Trauma meme #Abuse meme #Make it make sense #This has been sitting in my drafts for a bit #Which is why I'm comfortable sharing it because I'm not in that headspace right now #But yeah 😅

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callisteios · 8 months

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Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!

#NO IM NOT TALKING ABOUT CHESS THE MUSICAL I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS. I AM TALKING ABOUT THE ANCIENT BOARD GAME:CHESS #uquiz #vampires #twilight #because let's be honest there are a fair few references #and maybe this is my twilight quiz which has been in my drafts for nearly a year!#and i was tired of it sitting there #maybe!#quiz #werewolves #mention #you can get human in this im really sorry #it's a bit of a mean result #oh if anyone has an actual picture of the vampire that killed dean winchester please send it along #i could not find it with a cursory google search but i rememeber he wore a clown mask #so maybe one of those guys is the guy?

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opossumonashelf · 9 months

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Local Nimbasa trainer and Noivern shatter windows on famous subway's double battles car, more at 6.

-Friendly reminder to check pinned post before interacting if you are new to this blog.

#pokemon #special occurrences au #noivern #this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit #opossumscribbles

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405blazeitt · 1 year

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i feel like i've seen a photo exactly like this before but with birds?

#soy watches 71gnk #this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit

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ash-and-starlight · 1 year

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divorced zukka + “you’re just as beautiful as the day i lost you” scene from httyd. is this anything.

#this has been sitting in my drafts for sooo long #but i saw a resurgence in divorce brainrot on my dash so i wanted to bring this to the Conversation #umm feeling a bit insane rn #zukka #divorced zukka even #they also have their lil dance and song and izumi is puking in the bg #and then one of them……. :/#GENUINELY asking if someone connected these dots bc httyd was the blueprint for ‘divorce but still in love’#send post

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doctor-octiddius · 7 months

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guys, i can't do this. i am not god's strongest soldier.

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viperwhispered · 1 month

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Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner.

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!