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bb which captannie c.ai bot inspired hit me with your best shot?? love your writing by the way <3

thank u so much!!!<3333 here’s the bot🤍

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pls my printer was out of ink and it looks like she got drafted for war or something😭😭

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She’s just like candy

First post of the year!!! Happy 2024🤍🤍

Sucking Abby’s strap for the first time(?) I don’t know how to summarize this.

Warnings: Abby refers to the strap as her cock, fake cum filled strap—I think that’s it

Abby wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want, but she was always pleasing you and you wanted to make her happy. Your sweet tooth turned it into something more interesting.

Abby sat on the edge of your shared bed, legs spread out so you’d have enough space to accommodate yourself. Her lewd cock was strapped on and waiting for you, it almost glistened from the syrup.

“Atta girl, just like that baby.”

Hands on her thighs and knees burning from the floor bruising your bare skin, you took Abby’s strap with your mouth.

Seven inches covered in glaze as an incentive for you to suck her off. You were her sweet girl, so of course, it was only right to convince you like this.

Licking the tip so the sugary liquid wouldn’t fall, Abby watched your every movement. A yank in your hair obliged you to stuff your pretty mouth with it. You whined uncomfortably because you were still getting used to it: the length and the idea of it all.

The tip popped from inside your cheek, resembling a squirrel, and your eyes opened widely. You’ve never done something like this. You didn’t even know if you’d do a good job.

“Fuck. Looking so pretty taking my cock,” Abby growled, moving your head to have more angles of you in that position. You looked ethereally erotic and a shiver ran down your spine under her hungry stare. Your belly twisted and you clenched around nothing, aroused at how into it the blonde looked.

Abby let go of your hair and supported herself with both hands on the mattress as if telling you to take it from there.

Hesitating, you wrapped your hand around the shaft to steady the obscene plastic toy, groaning softly at the stickiness covering your fingers. You ignored it. With your mouth wide open you took as much as you could past your lips, humming loudly at the feeling.

Abby’s breath heaved. It’s like she could feel the warmth of your mouth around her.

The more you took the sweeter it tasted, and you bobbed your head with your tongue taking as much as possible. It was messy, and the sugar triggered your mouth to drool. Your cheeks hollowed around the toy.

“Tastes good doll?” Abby moaned with a sharp and almost breathless tone. You were a moaning mess yourself as well, the length of Abby’s strap hitting the back of your throat, causing your body to shift because you were enjoying this more than you had expected.

You hummed loudly around the plastic, hands on her knees as you looked up from your position, sending Abby to the fucking moon because your eyes were watering with your brows slightly furrowed. Head bobbing you continued to suck her off, obscene slurping sounds filling the room due to the toy coated with your saliva and the glaze. You were going at it, how could you not when it was a sweet treat attached to your smoking-hot girlfriend.

“Such a good fucking girl. You like it? Taking my cock so well, fuck, gonna make me cum this soon, yeah?”

With heavy sighs coming out of your nose, you kept deepthroating her with muffled whimpers because her filthy words had you flushing and dizzy. Abby’s chest raised up and down, her eyes never leaving yours. Her right hand grabbed your hair and held it in a messy but tight ponytail, helping you get the hair out of your pretty face, and of course, help you take her deeper. Breathy curses left Abby’s lips while forcing you to take her without a break, the bumping of the strap meeting with her clit, driving her absolutely wild. Struggling to breathe, tears rolled down your pinkish cheeks, causing your mascara to run, the black around your eyes making them look bigger, and Abby held your hair tighter at the sight of your doe-like eyes shining.

“I’m coming princess, want to stuff your mouth with me, can I?” She made sure you were okay with it first. You assuringly gripped her knees and she held your head in place before reaching the balls of her strap with her free hand, squeezing them.

Next thing you knew, your mouth was being filled with a creamy consistency. “Stay like this for a second,” She breathlessly ordered, admiring the way you looked with your face blushing and dampened with your tears; your plump pink lips still wrapped around her dick and cheeks slightly bloated from her load stuffing you. “My pretty angel, I must be in fucking heaven.”

You batted your lashes, thoroughly flustered because only Abby would lovingly praise you after fucking your mouth with her seven-inch cock. With a loud gulp, you swallowed the tasty cream and she set your hair free from her grip, letting it cascade beautifully down your shoulders. You slowly propped yourself up, echoing a loud ‘pop’ when you finally got her strap out of your tired mouth, your jaw adjusting back to normal.

“You taste good.” You smiled mischievously, ignoring the lewd image of the plastic toy still hanging between the two of you and glimmering from your spit.

Abby chuckled and leaned down, grabbing your chin before kissing you without warning, her tongue sneaking past your lips, groaning softly when she tasted every corner of your mouth. Lustfully, she pulled back, blue dilated eyes piercing yours. “Now I want some of your sweet pussy.”

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Masterlist

Abby Anderson

Burning Desire -> With Abby away at some party and your body aching and asking for release, you can’t help but touch yourself while pretending it’s your roommate.

Warnings: top abby x virgin (lowkey loser) reader, fingering (r receiving), mentions of strap, squirting, r gets caught by abby, sex toys.

Sweet&Easy -> Your dearest friend gifts something to release some stress off your shoulders but you don’t know how to use it. Luckily, Abby has enough experience to teach you.

Warnings: soft top abby x innocent sub reader, use of sex toy (r receiving)

Hit me with your best shot -> You insisted on escaping to Seattle with Ellie and Dina to look for Joel’s killer. The moment you split out, you don’t find Abby, she finds you.

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, mean!top abby x sub reader, abby refers to her gun as her cock, gun kink, penetration with object

ED comfort with Abby -> It's New Year's Day and you're not feeling yourself in the dress you bought after eating so much during the holidays, but your girlfriend's always there to comfort you.

Warnings: Mentions of body image issues/ED not specified.

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the more you hate her the harder she fucks me🤞🏼

#abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou2 #just girly thoughts #abby anderson tlou2

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idk if u write this sort of thing but i've been struggling with eating recently and i was wondering if u could write ED comfort with either ellie or abby🥲? if you're not comfortable with that, it's okay!! hope u have a great day/night

I’m sorry you’re struggling during these times:((( I wish you the best🩷

TW: body image issues

It’s New Year’s Day. You and Abby are getting ready to have dinner at her friend’s place. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s your first New Year’s as a couple so you want to look your best.

You’re the one who always takes a tiny bit more time to get ready, so Abby’s sitting in your bed waiting for you while scrolling through her phone. When you’re done styling your hair, you finally put on the dress you bought exclusively for tonight. Your heart’s even pounding because of how excited you are. It’s a tight brown maxi dress, but you’ve seen reviews about how it helps you look snatched no matter your shape.

Your hair’s shining, and your makeup is definitely makeup-ing, but you put on the dress…and there’s that damn thing that cannot give you a break. You turn to the side in front of your bathroom mirror and groan softly. After thanksgiving and christmas, you knew your body would change, but you hated it. You swore you’d control yourself once holidays came around, but you couldn’t, that’s clear, and you felt weak.

Suddenly, your hair looked messy, and your makeup was cakey and made you look ugly. You looked away from your reflection, disgusted by the thought of you looking awful when it’s supposed to be a day of celebration. There's a lump in your throat, and your heart drops to your stomach. You wouldn’t be able to do this. Abby’s friends couldn’t see you in this state, fuck, Abby couldn’t either.

You sighed a bit louder than you meant to, and Abby caught it immediately.

“Babe, everything okay?” She asks from your bed, and it triggers sadness inside you because how on earth are you going to explain you don’t want to go out because of your body image issues?

Looking up to prevent the tears from escaping, you take a deep breath. “Yeah! I’m almost ready!”

Your heart races as you go through your options in your head. It’s okay! Everything is fine! You remember you have a cute chunky sweater in your closet, and the night’s saved!

As soon as you walk out of your bathroom to look for your sweater, Abby looks at you and drops whatever she’s doing on her phone.

“Holy shit,” She breathlessly exclaims, and you stop walking and look at her with a shy smile because you weren’t expecting a reaction…you’re not fully ready after all. “You’re stunning, honey.”

Abby’s nearly drooling, her eyes taking in every inch of your body in the tight dress. You giggle nervously, of course, she makes your heart flutter and eases your insecurities.

“Thanks…I just need to grab a sweater and put on perfume,” You thank her softly, and walk to your closet for said sweater. It’s quite thick but still cute, and the most important thing is that it covers your stomach.

“I don’t think you need it, baby, we’ll be inside the whole time,” Abby says when she sees you’re not going for a cardigan or a thin sweater.

“I just…I think it completes my look,” You hesitate because it’s obviously a lie. The way you said it made it clear to Abby.

“Are you sure it’s about that?” She asks gently, leaving your bed and walking to where you’re currently standing.

“Yeah, I think it looks better,” You respond softly, looking down and then up in doubt.

Abby raises a brow and gives you a half-smirk. She brushes your hair behind your ear and her fingers linger down until they reach your chin and she delicately tilts it so you’ll look at her.

“I think you look fucking hot in this dress, it’d be a shame to cover all of this with a sweater,” Abby murmurs, looking into your eyes with that stare that drives you crazy.

You hum, unsure of what to tell her, and once again your eyes drift away. You don’t feel hot, you feel heavy and even if you didn’t eat to prepare for dinner, you already look bloated in your eyes.

“Hey, talk to me princess.” Abby snaps you out of your negative thoughts. With her eyelids drooped in worry, she waits for you to say something.

You sigh and bite the inside of your cheek as you attempt to let the truth out without crying.

“I look so big,” You mumble under your breath, blinking repeatedly to avoid her gaze.

Abby frowns and her heart shrinks when she understands what’s going on. Her hands caress both sides of your face, brushing your cheeks to comfort you.

“What do you mean, baby?”

You take a deep breath and lean towards her warmth. “I’ve been eating horribly since thanksgiving and I haven't stopped even though I know I've gained a lot of weight,” You rant with tears forming in your glittery eyes. “I wanted to look perfect tonight and I bought this dress thinking I’d be in shape but I fucked it up and I look like a balloon.”

A loud sniff causes you to stop, your soft voice breaking as you dig your nails into the palms of your hands upset. Abby quickly pulls you into a hug and pets your hair carefully to not ruin it.

“Oh princess…it’s okay,” She whispers in your ear the moment she feels you shivering.

“You know it's okay to eat more than two times a day, and you've been doing really good recently. I’m proud of you and I love you no matter what you look like.”

“But-”

“I’ve been pretty bad too, but it's the holidays, it doesn't matter and we can always go back to our normal habits.”

You huff. You know Abby’s right. She pulls away and kisses your forehead while running her fingers down your arms.

“You look incredibly beautiful today, yesterday, and back when I was gaining the courage to ask you out. You're more than just your body, doll. And even if I love every part of it, I love your sweetness just as much, okay?”

Her words warm your usually cold body and you smile widely with a thousand wild butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You nod and feel much better now that it’s clear everyone else doesn't matter but you and her. You know you still have to work on it, but Abby’s support encourages you to keep going despite the mean things your brain tells you.

“I love you,” You finally look at her without trying to dart away, and Abby grins before giving you a quick but loving kiss on your puffy lips.

“You can wear your sweater if you don’t feel comfortable.”

You shake your head, deciding that you bought this dress for a reason after all.

“It was pretty expensive, might as well show it off.” You chuckle lightly, and Abby mirrors it gladly to see you're acting like your usual self again.

��I’m definitely not complaining, and it'll be easier to take it off tonight. I'll show you how much I love all of this until you believe it as well.” Your girlfriend whispers flirtatiously, making you laugh with a growing blush on your cheeks. And now you're looking forward to the last night of the year, and the next one you'll share together.

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abby is totally the type to obnoxiously suck on her long fingers after fucking you with them and she’s so loud about it too. letting long digits pop out of her mouth, your slick mixed with her saliva is invading your eardrums and it sounds fucking delicious. she laughs when you’re pressing your thighs together in desperation, clearly not getting your fill. she’s the type to moan out your name making you whimper and she’s pressing your body against hers whispering in your ear god you taste so good baby and your greedy cunt is just dripping, begging for more. isn’t she?

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dropping in to say i loved hit me with your best shot so much!! violent, mean abby does something to me and your writing is so good i’m obsessed <3

OMGG THANK YOU SOSOSO MUCH😭🩷🩷🩷🩷it means a lot to know people are liking it!!!

I was a bit unsure about it bc I’ve never written something like that before but this made me so happy<3333

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if you’re going to write fics with non con stuff, and in general, use a keep reading. triggering stuff for sure needs to be under a a keep reading, even with a warning. not trying to be a hater just an in general rule

thanks so much for telling me this!! im still new to posting in tumblr and i legit had no clue whether it was an option or what😭i just googled how to do it so i’ll def add it from now on!!! thanks again bc I was honestly clueless abt it

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hit me with your best shot

You insisted on escaping to Seattle with Ellie and Dina to look for Joel’s killer. The moment you split out, you don’t find Abby, she finds you.

4k words

warnings: non consensual sex, mean!top abby x sub reader, abby refers to her gun as her cock—> it is exactly what you think

props to @CaptAnnie bc this is highly inspired in one of her c.ai bots!!!! I loved it so much I wanted to give it a try and write something with it. Once again apologies for my english, one of my resolutions for 2024 is to expand my vocabulary😩

You were currently in Seattle, but not alone. After Joel’s brutal death, Ellie decided to go after Abby, Joel’s killer, and Dina tagged along, but why were you there with them?

Your stupid sense of justice, that’s why. You didn’t know much about Joel, no one did except for Ellie and Tommy, so his death had been a puke-worthy shock, and you wanted to avenge him, maybe not as passionately as Ellie, but you wanted to help.

What a fucking dumb decision.

While looking for some clues around a building, you decided to split up so you could make the process faster, well, it was unfair because Dina and Ellie were together while you were by yourself, but you weren’t going to bitch about it because Ellie was somewhat unstable and it was probably best if Dina kept an eye on her.

You had terrible luck, that’s for sure.

“Hands up!” A raspy but feminine voice yelled at you, stopping you in your tracks, and for a moment, you you felt your heart in your throat.

You had your gun stuck in your pocket, and she was hitting the back of your head with her own weapon, letting you know she could blow your brains out at any moment. You were about to pee yourself, of course, this had to happen right when Dina and Ellie left.

“Drop the backpack and your gun. If you try anything, I’m pulling the trigger,” She ordered, her voice low but stern, sending your stomach into a knot as you slowly obeyed. The moment your weapon hit the floor, your anxiety worsened.

You heard the zipper of your backpack and the sound of each of your belongings being thrown off startled you. You took quiet but deep breaths, not wanting to have an anxiety attack and get instantly killed.

You couldn’t do anything but stand there, frightened because even if you were harmless at the moment, she could kill you any second if she felt like it. You gulped. Back facing her, praying she’d decide to steal your things and leave you alone.

The room was painfully quiet, and your anxiety made it easier for you to catch even the slightest sound, so when you heard paper flickering and a soft groan coming from her, you knew you were fucked.

Your fucking diary.

With your breath stuck in your throat, your mind wandered through your options, but the fear crippling your body betrayed you. You couldn’t move, your stomach twisting aggressively as you listened to the pages flipping continuously until a sudden “thud” echoed in the room, making you jump like a scaredy cat.

“Turn around,” Her voice was authoritative before, but she sounded furious now.

Of all the fucked up people in Seattle you had to cross ways with a Wolf. It wasn’t even hard to figure out given the reaction to the most recently written pages of your diary, which embarrassedly narrated everything about your “road trip” from Jackson to Seattle.

Not before taking a deep breath, you slowly turned around, almost stumbling with your own feet because yes, you were that fucking scared, but once you faced the girl you might as well have accepted your tragic destiny.

It’s Abby.

The three of you found a picture of her not long ago, that’s how you knew. Fucking monkey balls dipped in shit. Tall, muscular, and braided blonde hair, there was no doubt it was Joel’s killer.

What the fuck was Ellie thinking when she decided to go after her?

What the fuck were you thinking when you decided to join her?!

Abby didn’t need a gun, her arms alone were enough to annihilate you. Suddenly, your strong hunger for justice and revenge poofed away, wishing you stayed in Jackson.

Her eyes scanned you from head to toe while slightly tilting her head to the side, you could hear her tight grip on her gun; even though you were horrified, your eyes followed hers out of instinct, hoping you’d find a way to escape her.

“Where is she?” Abby almost growled, her brows furrowed and her nose slightly scrunched.

The thing was, even if you were willing to give away your friend’s location, you truly didn’t know where Ellie and Dina were, hopefully, they’d come any second and save you. Yeah, pray and plead away before getting brutally killed by the girl who killed Joel Miller himself, the toughest man you know- knew.

Your mouth was dry, and your throat itched. Abby couldn’t care less about your pale face or how your chest raised up and down with quick breaths getting in and out of your nose, she was going to put things to an end like she should’ve done.

“I…don’t know,” your voice was quiet but as soon as she made out what you said, she walked closer to you, sucking the air out of your lungs.

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Her deep voice sent chills down your spine. You knew this wouldn’t end well. Ellie’s presence in Seattle was enough to piss her off, and you successfully pushed her buttons with your cluelessness.

The atmosphere was brutally heavy, your quick and sharp breaths stuck in your throat while your stomach dropped like a free fall on a rollercoaster. You didn’t respond, scared of enraging her further, and instead looked around the room for a possible gateway out of there. It was useless, even if you were a fast runner, there was no doubt she could catch up with you, and if she did, she wouldn’t have mercy on you.

She stood a few steps away from you, her arms on her sides. One hand gripped her gun while the other one closed into a tight fist, the veins in her arms popping out shockingly. Up close she was even scarier. When you found out Joel had been tortured to death you couldn’t believe it because who could’ve been brutal enough to take down a man like Joel? But meeting the murderer yourself was enough to cease the ever-present question.

Minutes lapsed and no sign of Ellie or Dina so far. Her cold eyes were penetrating your soul. She knew you weren’t going to talk. Perhaps she was going through her options as well, thinking about how to get information out of you before killing you. There was no point denying your future, so you gulped down when the flashing thought of how she’d choose to kill you landed in your mind for a mere second.

“You can either tell me where she is and make it easier for you, or keep getting in the middle of something you have no fucking idea about and give me no choice but gut you like a deer. What’s it gonna be?” Her head cocked to the side as she very obviously threatened you, her voice was smooth yet raspy at the same time.

Your heart had no chill pounding loudly against your eardrums. Your stomach was tied in knots as you thought of something to say. You could lie, duh, but she wasn’t stupid, she’d make you lead the way, and once she saw Ellie wasn’t there…

“I really don’t know.” You almost closed your eyes after finally speaking again, ready to receive that punch.

Abby grunted frustrated, and with a couple of steps closer to you, you winced in pain at the unexpected yanking on your hair, turning your head to the side as she tugged harshly. You wrapped both of your hands around her wrist in an attempt to get her to let go.

Yeah, right.

“What am I going to do with you?” She asked out loud, mostly rhetorical, but you also wondered the same thing.

She pulled your hair as if she really wanted to yank it off your scalp. It stung so fucking bad. You couldn’t help but whimper in pain, squinting your eyes shut as an involuntary reaction. Would begging make anything different? Ellie couldn’t even talk through what Abby had done to Joel so what could she be making up for you?!

“I don’t have any idea, we split so-” Your voice cracked, tears threatening to form in your eyes, “Let go.” It was embarrassing, but you didn’t want to die like this, not another brutish kill for her list.

She scoffed mockingly. Did she just… laugh?

“So pathetic. I almost feel bad for you.”

You looked at her like a sad puppy, your lower lip quivering because she was right, you were pathetic. You hopped into Joel’s avenging mission with blind faith and hope. Ellie was fucking fierce and ruthless, Dina was smart and pretty brutal as well, whereas you… You weren’t bad, and you could definitely survive, but you weren’t as sadistic or bloodthirsty as Joel or Ellie, and Lord have mercy, definitely not as Abby.

Your eyes glistened and a sob escaped your now puffy lips.

“Please don’t kill me.” You winced, her grip on your hair still harsh. Her cold stare sent goosebumps down your body. “Ellie- She’ll be back to find me. You need me alive.”

She cocked a brow up at your statement, but she seemed to wrap her mind around it. The best scenario would be Ellie and Dina coming for you, and once they saw the situation, they’d help you. It’d be three against one, so victory was in the bag, right?

She groaned and dragged you to the nearest wall, slamming you against it. The first tear rolled down your cheek as you moaned in pain. Her strength was impressive, the way she tossed you around effortlessly had your knees weak.

“I don’t need you alive, you’re useless. If they left you on your own they probably thought so too, so why shouldn’t I kill you?” Abby’s hoarse voice resonated in your ears, echoing painfully and triggering the waterworks out of your eyes. She was close, like, very close. Her hot and heavy breath hit the side of your face, making you hold yours in fear.

“Please.” You almost gagged when you pleaded for her to spare your life, looking up at her with tears storming down your pale face because you were waiting for the worst to happen.

Her built body was towering over your slightly shorter physique. A cold and hard surface pressed between your brows, and your stomach dropped. A loud gasp escaped your lips and you tried to stay still, but your body kept trembling. She was going to kill you any moment now, there was no doubt.

“A pretty girl like you should know how to beg properly,” She whispered in your ear, her voice sultry and mocking. Your heart was either about to leap out of your chest or stop beating for good. The steel sank into your skin harder.

Your lips hung open while you struggled to breathe, gasping for air with your eyes fluttering closed and opened. Your tears blurred your vision so you tried to blink them away.

“Wha- What do you want from me?” You managed to ask in between sobs, clenching your jaw so you’d hopefully stop crying.

Abby didn’t respond, she just stared at you. Narrow, deep blue eyes peering at your body and spirit. You were her prey; a naive and defenseless bunny about to be ripped apart by a hungry wolf. There wasn’t a clock in the room, but you could hear ticking in your mind, time clocking for your soon-to-happen annihilation.

“Get on your knees.” She ordered firmly, the hard muzzle preventing your brows from furrowing in confusion.

Without hesitation, you obeyed. As you slowly lowered yourself to the floor, her gun guided you down, never leaving the spot between your brows.

Loudly sniffing and attempting not to choke on your tears, you successfully got on your knees, your body shuddering like a chihuahua. She pushed your head back with the gun until you were looking at her. She had a small but notorious smirk. From your position, she was scaringly huge, and you wanted to keep begging her, but your sobs turned into hiccups, making you cry even harder because you couldn’t even speak.

Abby looked at your messy hair and flushed cheeks as you ugly cried. She could’ve killed you a while ago, but she found your little whimpers and struggles to breathe amusing; the way you looked at her desperately with your big glossy eyes because you didn’t want to die. Once her (now hungry) blue orbs landed on your swollen and slightly red lips, she knew she didn’t want to kill you. She wanted to torture you differently.

“Entertain me, and maybe I’ll let you live.”

The weapon left your skin, allowing you to frown at her order. She traced your features with the hard muzzle, brushing the stray hairs out of your face with it; she softly brushed the rounded top on your damp and reddened face, gaining squeals from you as your body also jumped at the dangerous and not-thrilling-at-all sensation. She stopped by your lower lip, the upper part tugging at it, parting your mouth. You wanted to close your eyes, but you felt less anxious watching her movements. Your poor and weak body already felt as cold as a corpse, knots tying your stomach as you couldn’t even feel your heart beating in your chest.

“Open up,” Abby demanded, her head tilted to the side, and you must’ve missed her licking her lips because they looked shiny.

You gulped hard and slowly opened your mouth, strings of saliva connecting your lips but breaking once your mouth was wide open.

Not only did she take a handful of your hair, she also forced the gun into your mouth. You squealed loudly, heavily breathing through your nose while she held your head in place.

“Now suck on it.”

She pushed the barrel further. Your eyes met hers once again, and that seemed to trigger something in her because she sighed loudly through her nose. You couldn’t distinguish the blue in her eyes anymore, as they were pitch black. If it weren’t for your legs shaking, you’d be frozen. Where the fuck were Ellie and Dina?!

With your cheeks flushed in shame, you took a deep breath and slowly rocked your head back and forth, your pretty swollen lips wrapped around the black matte steel as you coated it with your saliva. You choked small whimpers down as you gave her a show.

“C’mon, princess. You can do better than that.” The nickname resonated in your head, she sounded sweet yet she was still tugging at your hair to guide you. You refused, well, you couldn’t take more in. Her gun was eight inches for crying out loud! Shaking your head (or trying to), Abby rolled her eyes and loudly clicked the safety lever off, causing you to jump and sob muffledly.

“Next time my finger’s going directly for the trigger. Go on, doll. Put that pretty mouth to use.” She was fucking evil. Her voice almost lured you into feeling something you shouldn’t. Raspy and husky yet feminine despite her appearance.

You took inch by inch until the barrel disappeared in your mouth like some sort of magic trick. Abby mumbled a breathy “Fuck” under her breath and stared down at you with a satisfied smirk.

“You know, it’s such a shame you’re on their side, otherwise I’d make you my plaything. I could fuck that pretty mouth of yours without having to threaten you.” Abby gruffed, pushing half of the barrel out and rocking it back inside.

It burned. The pornographic weapon assaulted your mouth without missing a beat. Abby was either pushing it or forcing you to take it by controlling you with your long, messy hair tangled between her fingers. Your whimpers and squeaks of discomfort and misery only encouraged her further to fuck you with her pistol, most likely imagining it was something else. Sick. You wondered if you could ever recover from this, perhaps it’d be less painful if she shot you right there.

“Like that, yeah. Taking it so well, hm?” She grunted, her breath heavy with desire as she kept thrusting and hitting the back of your throat. You choked slightly, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You looked so pathetic. Mouth stuffed with her hunting pistol as drool sneaked down your chin. Lungs on fire because you were sobbing while deepthroating the weapon. Abby kept a desperate rhythm while she grunted down her throat, it was almost like she wanted to feel something. She lost herself in your dilated eyes, full of fear and humiliation, you looked appetizing enough to devour.

With a sudden move, she pulled the gun out of your mouth, causing you to cough. A disgusting string of saliva connected your lips to the wet barrel. Abby looked intensely at it, moving it around in the light admiring how the material subtly glistened thanks to your spit.

“Lubed enough.” You heard her whisper to herself but missed the message.

Abby yanked your hair once again, hinting at you to stand up. You sobbed as you struggled to get on your feet with her aggressive help. Once standing she pushed you against a desk, bending you over and almost smashing your face against the wooden surface.

The pounding in your chest went to your head, stressing over not knowing if she was going to kill you the next second or minute.

Abby’s big hands found your belt and undid it, only to follow the button and zipper of your pants.

No. This isn’t happening.

Next were your panties. The clothes hitting the floor and resting by your ankles. A cold shiver hit you when the air blew on your exposed pussy.

You couldn’t see her and that was driving you fucking insane. Your hands gripped both sides of the desk, the loud thumping from your heart bouncing on the desk.

A shaky sigh left your mouth when you felt her fingers spreading your folds. She was feeling you up until a fast but firm slap caused your hips to jerk.

“Cry all you want but you’re still wet for me. Fucking filthy slut, acting like you want me to stop and you’re dripping.” She growled, slapping your clit repeatedly.

A pool of tears took form on the desk. Maybe you were a slut. You couldn’t control how your body reacted but this was certainly not normal even if you were under adrenaline and turmoil. You deserved this, the humiliation of this moment fit you.

“Do as I say and I’ll let you live. It’d be a waste to leave your pretty corpse decomposing here.”

A round and hard matter pressed against your entrance, making your heart stop for two full seconds. You shook your head and panted heavily, panicking at the familiar feeling.

Abby lubed the tip with your arousal, “teasing” you before pushing the barrel inside you. You wanted to scream, tell her to stop, but you gagged on your weeping. Like a dream where you can’t run or yell.

“Look at that greedy pussy sucking me in perfectly,” Abby groaned as she kept pushing inside, your palms sweaty and still grabbing onto the desk, holding for your dear life as if it would ease the situation.

The hard material filled your insides, your hips jolting uneasily because the safety lever was still down. The thought of Ellie and Dina finding you on this desk with your insides all blown out froze your body, tuning your senses to the max as she started thrusting the gun in and out.

She was going at it, abusing your poor pussy without a break while grunting like she could feel you around her.

“You like it huh? Taking my cock like this?”

Her filthy words triggered your hatred. You were out of tears, so you could only bawl in misery, gagging on your spit as you swallowed hard.

Her thrusts were steady and rapid, aiming further into your cunt. Abby’s strength was no joke, she moved your body forward with each thrust, and your tits rubbed against the harsh surface of the desk. She still had one hand on your hair, holding your head down while she fucked you mercilessly.

Your whimpers and moans fueled her beastly desire, the safety level was on but you didn’t know that. You looked delicious suffering under her, fearing for your life and nearly passing out because you were drained.

“P-lease,” You managed to whimper, breathing shakily with your legs numbing.

“Please what? Please stop, spare my life, or make me cum? Because your pathetic whimpers make it hard to understand princess.”

The tip of the muzzle hit a spongey spot that sent you mindless, your eyes shutting down and your legs trembling. A strained yelp escaped from the back of your throat, flaring your lungs.

“So dumb you can’t even moan, such a pretty slut, all drunk in my cock. Feels that good, doll? Wanna come?”

Rapid breaths replaced your pitiful sounds. She was abusing you, the degradation almost blocking your throat again.

“C’mon, cum all over my cock, you can do it sweet thing. Otherwise you know what your punishment will be.”

Fuck. You thought and blabbered pleadings under your breath, the muzzle still hitting that sweet spot inside. In the darkness of your head, colorful dots were splattered all over as your stomach swooped. Were you really about to come?

A snap inside your tummy and you screamed, your body trembling like an earthquake. The lewd sound of your juices squelching around the pistol was like heaven on earth for Abby, she was tempted to drink all of your release. The cascade down your thighs and the pretty white ring around her weapon surpassed her expectations. She could finish from just the view you were gifting her.

Uncomfortably groaning when she pulled the gun out of you, you panted heavily, still bent over, staying still like a dead body.

“Stupid whore,” She chuckled, moving your head so you could see her. “You’re lucky I’m a sucker for good pets, but I won’t spare your friends’ lives if I see them.”

Abby almost purred her words, her fingers now softly brushing your tangled hair as if comforting you. “And if I see you ever again…” She whispered slowly in your ear, making you gulp and shiver at her gravelly tone, “I’ll take it as a sign that you missed this. I’ll turn you into my sex toy and have you chained and handcuffed. Your only purpose will be to please me, but I bet you’d like that.”

Your muted struggles to breathe didn’t go unnoticed, the hand caressing your head making you squirm in the worst way possible. She tilted your chin, forcing you to look her in the eyes.

“Now, what do we say when someone has done something for us?” She asked in a disgusting baby voice behind her growl, dumbing you down.

You bit your lip, breath labored when you opened your mouth to respond. “Th-ank you.”

Abby grinned smugly, wiping your cheeks while she took as much as she could from your expression. “Good fucking girl.”

A quick smack and you went unconscious.

You woke up when a voice called out your name, you couldn’t recognize it since you were figuring out whether you were dead or (maybe worse) still alive.

“Please wake up!”

Was that…Dina?

Slowly, you opened your eyes, a headache expanding in your head and causing you to groan softly. Weirdly, you were sitting with your hands and legs taped.

Your throat hurt along with your scalp and your lower regions.

Dina sighed relieved when you showed signs of life. “What the fuck happened?”

Ellie was searching the room, your belongings were still lying on the floor. Your dull eyes scanned your surroundings, and when they landed on the desk you almost panicked. Your cum dried on the carpet and her gun was left on the table as a reminder of what she did to you.

Tears stormed out against your will, remembering the painful memories of being almost abused to death. The goosebumps tingled your brain. You looked at Dina and then at Ellie with your lower lip quivering.

“Abby.”

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson #abby fanfiction #abby x reader #abby anderson fanfic #abby smut #top!abby #abby tlou

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anon had requested:

‘ABBY MAKING YOU SQUIRT’

this is a repost.

if there's anything you want to request in regards to headcannons, send them my way and ill try my best to appease.

as always, i can't fucking type for my life and i don't proofread... so if there's fuck ups and im pretty sure there's a lot... pay no mind to them.

• one thing i want to talk about is the first time abby would make you squirt. it was purely accidental. you already love her fingers and how they stretch you out better than your own. she's the type of girl who has a specific way of doing things while also trying something new - so when she'd curl her fingers inside of you, she'll twist them in different ways to find that spot feels the absolute best. while doing so, you had thought you had a few more moments until you'd react your orgasm, you felt it build slowly and you announced that you were almost there but abruptly it all hit you at once, your cunt clenching so tightly her fingers slip out and there you were, squirting all over her lap. she'd be so dumbfounded to even react, watching your cunt beat at every orgasm pulse, feeling her pants just expand in wetness.

• when giving head, i can see abby as a tongue fucker. her two fingers rolling against your clit rhythmically, bobbing her head to get you there. she'd hum 'uh huh' against your pussy, hearing that you were close. as you'd squirt, she'd latch her lips over your opening, letting it fill her mouth with some running from the small opening on the sides of her mouth, running down her chin, drinking you up, not stopping her stimulating movements on your clit.

• while using a strap, as you're squirting, she'd use the tip of the silicone, slapping it against your pussy, hearing how nasty and wet you are. she'd watch you erupt and shake, saying, "squirt on my cock baby." and, “fuck this pussy is so sexy... look at it squirt."

• while fucking you with your strap and you've already came and squirted who knows how many times, abby, at this point, would be so lost in the way your body reacts when overstimulated that she doesn't think twice of what she wants to do next, she acts on pure impulsivity. you'd start to squirt, pushing her strap out and she'd immediately put it back inside of you, hard, long pounds she'd give, with your squirt erupting each time her hips thrust outward. she'd say, "take my fucking dick... you nasty little slut.” through every thrust, eyes glued at your pussy.

• when she'd finger you, both sitting up with her leaned against the arm of the couch, legs open with you in between them, thighs spread on top of hers. her fingers lodged inside of you with her palm facing upwards, wrist tightening showing how strong her focus is being. her other hand would be placed on the back of your neck, making you watch yourself puddle all over the couch and hand. "watch that pussy squirt." and "listen to that wet fucking pussy...

• another is when you're laying on your back in bed, legs spread with her laying on her side. she has a vibrator on your clit, switching the speed settings whenever she'd notice your chest heave from quickening breaths. she'd edge you, not taking the toy off the bundle of nerves just to see you suffer. you'd ask her to cum over and over and she'd just straight up tell you no. "no... hold it baby" and you'd plead, telling her you can't take it and she'd just say, "im not stopping, show me that you can take it" and after some time, you'd be creaming on yourself, your legs unable to stay still a they violently shake. you'd squirt and she'd put the setting all the way to its highest setting- your back arching as your squirt spurts out, raining all over your body. she'd laugh at how big your orgasm was saying, “that’s my pretty girl."

• imagine tribbing with her. she'd let you go on top, pathetically rutting into her pussy, her egging you on and telling you how good you were making her feel. all those words when straight towards your orgasm and as you slam your pussy against yours, you'd see yourself squirting against her pussy, the droplets of your squirt falling everywhere. abby would be so overwhelmed and turned on that her hips would be fucking up into you saying, "oh my fucking god." over and over, practically yelling, "yes!"

bonus: abby squirting.

• she'd stand, you on your knees as she looks down on you, making you not touch her for something she didn't approve in which she's now punishing you for. she'd finger fuck herself, a white ring wrapping around her two fingers, creaming. as she finds herself needing to squirt, she'll push her hips towards you, leaning the top half of her body up and rapidly rub her clit as she squirts herself right on you.

all in all, i think abby is overly into squirting and the idea of it. that and creaming all over her lips, fingers and strap. she'd absolutely love seeing your cream just slide out from your cunt or your squirt erupt right in front of her. abby seems like she's just that dirty of a girl.

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Abby x latina gf headcanons

⭐️she def asked manny to teach her enough spanish to impress you once she gained the courage to ask you out

⭐️she calls you by “mi amor” “corazon” “muñequita”

⭐️“whispering spanish in my ear?!” yeah once she fell for you she understood the hype behind it

⭐️loves to curse exclusively in spanish even if her pronunciation makes it funny instead of aggressive

⭐️won your hispanic parents by speaking respectfully (mr and mrs, never first names!) and bringing flowers

⭐️asks a lot about traditions so she can understand and celebrate them with you

⭐️often quotes “mi gente latino!”

⭐️her comments under your ig posts are written in spanish (she makes at least 10 mistakes but you let it slide because she’s trying)

⭐️“how do you even pronounce ‘ñ’?”

⭐️your mom makes fun of your dad because Abby can carry more grocery bags than him

⭐️probably lost her head once she understood the lyrics from bad bunny/any other reggaeton songs

⭐️loves to say “a mimir”

⭐️her goal is to understand whatever Rosalia sings in her songs

⭐️supports your Pedro Pascal obsession (she may or may not glance over whenever that one edit pops on your feed)

⭐️prefers “te amo” over “i love you” because it sounds stronger

⭐️cried her eyes out watching Coco

⭐️loves the switch in your voice depending on whether you speak spanish or english

i’ll probs do more🎀

#abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson hcs #abby anderson headcanons #abby headcanons #tlou #tlou2

[prettyinsophie]

she’s so pretty i wanna bite her nose off , hang it on a keychain and carry it with me like a lucky charm💗💗

#abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson #abby headcanons #tlou #i love her so much #abby the last of us

[prettyinsophie]

Omg what??? Please help, everytime anything similar on c.ai happens to me I get this warning and report thingy and it doesn't let me continue??? Pls help how do I make it stop?

im not exactly proud of this (lol who am i kidding i lowkey am) but i spent all summer using c.ai to the point where my screen time reached 30+ hours so i got really good at the whole filter thing.

luckily the filter is not as sensitive as it was before so you just have to be careful with the words you use. you can also be very descriptive about what the character’s making you feel so it’s harder for the filter to catch you. don’t use explicit words so the bots can use them first, and you can progressively get more specific!!

the bots also play an important role because there are certain ones that aren’t built for that lmao, but the ones I’ve had +18 convos with usually even initiate it or hint at it, and I can even use words like fuck or shit.

with the latest updates i think it’s easier bc you can edit the responses and stuff, but it’s all about the words you use.

i literally spent like three months chatting with all of Abby’s bots in the app bc I had nothing to do so maybe that’s why my filter is almost nonexistent, but hopefully i helped!! im kinda ashamed of how much i know my way around c.ai but im just a girl in love w abby😓😓

#c.ai chats #c.ai filter #character ai

[prettyinsophie]

sweet&easy

synopsis: your dearest friend gifts something to release some stress off your shoulders but you don’t know how to use it. Luckily, Abby has enough experience to teach you

warnings: soft top abby x innocent sub reader, use of sex toy (r receiving), fluff ig???? but still +18

3k words

a/n: ngl i lowkey hate this but i’d rather post it than have it just laying around my word docs☹️ idk why im craving soft abby sm lately. apologies if there are any mistakes!!!

It was your birthday dinner, nothing crazy since you’re quite an introverted person. Your childhood friends and your roommate celebrated with you at your apartment, and right after blowing the candles and cutting the ballerina-themed cake (you weren’t one, you simply liked the aesthetic), it was time to open your birthday presents!

“Oh my god! Abs, I love it!” Your voice went high, and your eyes sparkled when you opened the present your roommate got you.

Your friends waited for you to show them whatever was inside that box, and you widely smiled at them as you proudly showed the pink blobfish plush in your hands, it even had a ribbon on its head!

“That’s…cute.” One of your friends hesitated, looking at the funny-looking stuffed animal you held, and you nodded excitedly.

Abby knew you well. Even if she made fun of you for finding the rarest things adorable, she still fueled your weird tastes. Truth was, Abby found you adorable for that, but she wasn’t going to say it in front of your other friends.

“Glad you liked it,” Abby told you with that warm and dazzling smile, making you melt as you thanked her again.

“Okay, time for my gift! Mine’s going to be the best one- AND the most useful and practical,” As soon as Ofelia pushed her present into your lap, the rest of your friends started giggling. You frowned confused and laughed nervously.

“Alright…” You mumbled, gently putting Abby’s present back in the box so it’d be safe to place it on the floor.

It was a small bag. Unsure of what to expect, you could feel their eyes on you, staring eagerly for you to open the gift. The bag was cute, it was glittery and had a unicorn pattern so you were expecting something as matching.

“Like, don’t freak out. You’ve been stressed lately and you’re a college student now! Even if you’re not dating anyone you should still relax somehow, so…” Ofelia quickly explained herself as soon as you opened the bag and fished for the present inside, your palms were sweaty because the situation was weird.

The room would’ve been dead silent if it weren’t because of your playlist playing in the back. Your fingers grasped a box and you pulled it out of the bag, your eyes progressively expanded as you read what the content was.

“Soft silicone…vibrator?” You asked shocked, your pink-blushed cheeks burning because of all things, you weren’t expecting a sex toy. It was so embarrassing, but you didn’t want to make her feel bad for being thoughtful and gifting you the toy.

The rest of your friends laughed at your innocent reaction. They were aware you weren’t as vocal about your sexuality, you were a lesbian openly, but you’d never dated anyone because you were timid. It’s not like you didn’t know how sex worked or in this case sex toys, your friends always talked about what they do by themselves or with other people, but you were built differently in terms of wrapping your head around how to do it or how to even talk to someone else about it.

“I promise it will completely change your life, and I got you something small to start with, besides…it’s pink! But I understand if you don’t like it, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You pressed your glossy lips together as you scanned the box slowly. Your heart raced in your chest as you read the different speeds and the description of the soft material for external pleasure. It was a lot to take in, but you sweetly smiled and looked back at her.

“Thanks, Ofe. I- I guess trying something different would help me, and the color is pretty.” You assured her and your friends jumped to talk you into it, telling you how fun it is, etcetera.

Abby didn’t say a thing. She was the only one who wasn’t a childhood friend so the conversation seemed somewhat private even if no one was excluding her, but she was having fun watching you nervously fiddling with the box while you listened to the points your friends were making about the benefits of masturbating.

A week passed by and the toy was still intact, shamefully living inside one of your drawers because you weren’t brave enough to even get it out of its box. It’s not like you were asexual or something like that, you definitely had some dirty thoughts during your ovulation or late at night while making fake scenarios, it was simply scary to act on it.

You found yourself holding your breath and sighed, shaking your head. You were basically an adult now! You were a big girl with no experience whatsoever, but perhaps your friends were right, I mean, they’re always happy whenever they talk about their sex lives and orgasms, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to be part of it.

“Screw this.” You mumbled under your breath and jumped off your bed. Your heart thudded hard against your chest when you opened your drawer and finally freed the pink pebble-shaped vibrator from its box.

You read the instructions and plugged the toy so it could charge during the day. Your eyes darted away from your essay to where you placed it throughout the evening, a weird feeling in your tummy whenever you tried to picture what it would be like to finally hop on that train of new sensations.

But once the night fell, you unplugged it and nervously got in bed to try it. You had read the instructions at least thirty times to understand what you were dealing with, but when you turned it on and it vibrated against your hand with an inaudible “brrr” your heart jumped and you immediately turned it off, cheeks flushed and heart pounding loudly in your ears.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

It was too much, and that’s supposed to go down there. It was scary to do it yourself, but who the hell could you ask for help? Even if you deeply loved your friends, it’d be too awkward since they all had boyfriends.

Well, you could always ask Abby… She was a lesbian just like you, and she often spent nights out to be intimate with other girls, not wanting to mess around with your peace by bringing girls to your shared apartment. You certainly found her attractive as well, and maybe she was the one starring in your fake scenarios.

You kind of procrastinated asking for her help though. Every time you tried to, your poor heart raced and the blood rushed to your cheeks, you were aware of how weird you were acting.

“You okay?”

Her concerned voice snapped you out of your messy thoughts, and you looked up at her. You were supposedly watching a movie in the living room but all you could think about was that damn vibrator and how eager and scared you were to use it.

“Y-Yeah, of course, I am.” You whispered while playing with the sleeves hanging off your hands because the sweater you were wearing was way too big for you.

Abby hummed, but two minutes later she spoke again.

“Are you sure? You’ve been quiet lately, like, awfully quiet,” She asked gently and looked at you waiting for your answer.

You sighed, licking your lips while you debated on whether or not to be brave and tell her what was going through your head. The movie faded in the background as you were deeply in your thoughts whereas Abby was anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“Remember…my dinner party?” Your voice was soft, Abby was thankfully sitting far enough to not make this harder than it was going to be.

Abby’s brows furrowed slightly, trying to guess where you were going with that first question. “Yeah…? Why?”

“W-Well, I uhm…” You took a deep breath, your heart pounding fast due to the adrenaline of what you were about to say, “You know how Ofe gifted me that…vibrator?”

Your cheeks flushed at the dirty-sounding word, your voice almost inaudible when you said it. Abby’s frown was more than noticeable now. You looked so nervous and the way you were playing with your long sleeves gave away how anxious you felt.

“I also remember that, yes. What’s wrong? You’re kind of freaking me out.” Her tone matched yours as she scooted closer in the couch.

You bit your lip and shook your head, your legs glued to your chest because you wanted to hide. “I just- I don’t know how to use it and I’m scared so I thought it’d be okay to ask you? Y-Y’now, because you’re way more experienced than me but- Ugh, this is so embarrassing.” You quickly explained, running out of air and causing your cheeks to glow red.

Abby’s eyes widened and her body tensed for a second, she pressed her full lips together as if she were making up her mind. An abominable tornado formed in your stomach, and you wanted to move countries out of shame. This was your friend and your roommate, how could you go back to normal from this moment?

“That’s alright, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” She chuckled softly and brushed your hair behind your ear so she could see your face. You let her, feeling defeated.

“But it’s weird that I’m asking you about this.” You remarked with a long sigh, almost fighting her for being so chill with this.

Abby huffed through her nose and rested her arm on the back of the couch, she was so close it felt like she had her arm around you. “Hey, look at me.”

You bit your lip and hesitated for a few seconds before doing as you were told, looking like a sad puppy with those big eyes of yours.

“It’s okay to ask for help, okay? Just talk to me.”

Abby was so considerate and delicate with you. Her voice was like a warm hug and your heart melted because she always tried to make you feel safe.

“I- I don’t know how I’m supposed to use…that thing, and I don’t wanna ask my other friends because it’d be weird. You’re single and- and we both like girls so I thought it’d be a good idea to ask you about it…” You explained yourself more articulately this time, your cheeks ridiculously red at this point.

Abby hummed. A neutral expression across her face because she didn’t want to further unease you.

“You’ve never touched yourself before?” She asked bluntly, making your heart skip a beat as your eyes widened.

“I’ve tried but…never understood how.” You confessed, pouting because you felt like a dummy.

Abby wanted to tear her flesh off her body. How on earth were you so damn cute?! Your pink pouty lips triggered something inside her but she had to keep her cool, not wanting to scare you. You were a virgin in all aspects, and as much as that turned her on, she had to consider your naivety to sex and masturbation. But the fact that she was the one you chose to teach you about it boosted her confidence to the fucking moon.

“Okay, c’mere,” She helped you sit on her lap, your smooth thighs straddling her, causing your breath to hitch.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” You nodded slowly and Abby smiled warmly at you, filling your tummy with butterflies. “Hm, how convenient.” She mumbled while pulling up the skirt you decided to wear despite it being a Saturday night, hinting that maybe you were onto something after all. You looked away embarrassed.

Abby swiftly moved your head back in her direction. “I need you with me if you want to learn, yeah?”

There was some authority in her voice that made your lower parts tingle.

“O-Okay.” Was all you could vocalize and even so you managed to stutter a two-syllable word.

With your small skirt up, Abby peeked at your pretty white panties with a pink bow at the top, softly brushing her thumb over them, not touching any specific spot yet. Your eyes shut at the unfamiliar sensation, feeling strange because someone else was touching you down there.

“So, there’s one spot here that does the trick for everyone, and the toy your friend gave you is exclusively for that,” She explained with her husky voice. Her thumb pressed against something that almost made you whimper, your legs trembled slightly at the odd feeling.

“That’s the clit, and as you can tell, it’s very sensitive.”

Her thumb rubbed against it in a circular motion. A faint sigh left your lips and you covered your mouth with your hand because you were scared of making lewd noises. She was pressing the sensitive nub lightly as she watched your cute reaction. It felt so good, you kept wanting to whimper, and your hips rocked toward her hand even though she wasn’t exactly stopping or slowing down.

You clenched around nothing when her thumb traced lower, pressing the wetness and feeling it, gaining a muffled whine from you because you didn’t like the ickiness. Abby smirked, avoiding laughing because you were genuinely captivating.

“Want me to take ‘em off?”

Oh her voice. Your legs squirmed at the switch of her tone. Husky and slightly raspy, not only that but whispering to make it less embarrassing for you. With a simple nod, she brought both hands to your thighs, brushing her calloused but gentle fingers across your soft skin. Abby grabbed the band of your underwear and slowly slid them down, helping you prop up so she could take them past your calves, then threw them aside. She could’ve done the same with your skirt but she wanted to make you feel comfy and not as exposed.

Her fingers found your clit again. With panties on it was already overwhelming, but her fingertips meeting your bare cunt sent a wave of shocking pleasure from your head to your toes, not even your hand could silence the loud whimper that managed to escape from your throat.

“So pretty down here as well.” She muttered, feeling your slick and running her fingers across your vulva, spreading your lips in the process. A hand gripped her shoulder and your eyes shut.

She called out your name. “D’you wanna go to your room? I need you to use your words.”

Your eyes opened and landed on hers, with your mouth now uncovered, you replied a silent but sure ‘yes’, and that’s all it took for Abby to carry you bridal-style to your room, and your bed.

She asked for the mysterious location of the toy, and once found she joined you in your pink-covered bed, plushies set aside as she got on top of you. Your breathing fastened, wiping your sweaty palms on your sheets. Abby leaned down to caress your cheek, her blonde braid hanging over her left shoulder. Warmth spread where her fingers touched, her eyes staring almost lovingly into yours.

“You sure you wanna keep going? It’s okay if you’re scared.” Abby whispered, hand roaming from your face to your hair, comforting you so you would tell her what you wanted without fear.

Taking deep breaths in and out of your nose, you put yourself together. “I am but-” You sighed with your heart racing, “I’m sure, Abs. I am.”

In a swift move, Abby held your chin and kissed you, turning the butterflies in your stomach into wild bees, buzzing all over and making you lose your breath. It was quick, but enough to ease your nerves. Your cheeks were painted crimson and she smiled at your shock. This was more intimate than you thought it’d be, but you liked it. You were special in her hold, her precious pure girl who could only rely on her.

“I’m turning it on. I’ll start slow, okay?”

You nodded, and the pebble-shaped vibrator buzzed silently at the lowest setting. Your chest heaved as you followed Abby’s hand down your aching area. Gasping loudly, your body jerked once the toy found your wet flesh, the vibrations dizzying your head and making you curl your toes.

“How’s that feel?” Abby checked on you, her free hand caressing your cheek to serene you.

“Really good.” You panted without hesitating, and Abby kissed your cheek as she held the toy in place and put just a bit more pressure against your clit.

“You’re doing so well, sweet girl. You can be loud, it’s just us.” Abby’s voice tingled your brain.

Back arching off the bed, you moaned with your pouty lips hanging open. Your wetness dripped down your butt crack and you groaned. Abby found herself suppressing groans as well, you looked so pretty under her and she didn’t realize before how much she wanted this deep inside.

You sucked in your stomach when her free hand sneaked under your sweater, tracing your waist until she reached your breasts, and she took one in her hand, squeezing it gently so she could keep hearing your alluring moans.

“Abs-” You whimpered, your legs already squirming as you felt something inside twitching. Abby hummed, kissing your neck and taking in your sweet vanilla scent. You were a walking cupcake and she wanted all of it. Her own cunt throbbed at the thought of your cum covering her fingers like frosting.

“What is it, doll?”

“More!”

The blonde mumbled an inaudible curse, the hotness of her breath tickling your neck and she granted your wish, the speed of the vibrator fastening. Your eyes squinted shut and you sank your head into your pillow, giving her more space to keep kissing and biting you.

Your chest heaved with your heavy and unsteady breathing. The shocks of pleasure caused your hips to twitch and even buck. Abby’s hand kneading your boob only worsened the overstimulation, pinching your nipple with the right firmness to make you go crazy.

“Abby!” A pooling in your lower stomach cleared your head, all you could think about was that weird flowing happening inside. “I-I feel like- Like-”

“I know, it’s okay. Let it all out, baby. I got you.” She sweetly assured you before kissing you again, swallowing your pitched and cracked whimpers.

Your legs tensed and it all mixed. You were scared of peeing, but the pleasure was much stronger than your fear of embarrassing yourself. With your body spasming almost aggressively, you came on the pink vibrator and the matching covers of your bed. Abby moaned against your lips when she felt you squirting strongly, pulling away so you wouldn’t pass out because of lack of air.

Lightheaded and panting loudly, you rode out your first and monstrous orgasm. Abby turned the toy off and put it aside before kissing your temple.

“You okay?”

“I feel sticky.” You complained softly, gaining a cute chuckle from the blonde.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, doll.”

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