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dcxdpdabbles · 1 day

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DCxDP fanfic idea: Ecto-Specialist

Danny Fenton gets sent by his parents as a Fenton Ecto-Specialist at the request of the Justice League. They would have gone themselves, but unfortunately, every other Fenton had come down with the flu.

Danny was happy about his ghost immune system because this meant he could present Ghosts in a much more favorable light. He left behind all his parents' weapon blueprints and research reports.

He switched them out with his PowerPoint, ghost notes, and interviews he managed to obtain from the friendlier spiris. He arrived to the Hall of Justice, was given a special access pass and was told to set up in a board room.

He nervously plugged everything in, smooth down his suit, and practiced his speech. He's given presentations before, but they have always been school assignments. It was still nerve-wracking, but at least everyone else had to give the exact same topic for the same five to six minutes requirement.

Here, he was going to speak before some of the best heroes of the world to convince them that ghosts were sentiment. To prove they should have rights.

No pressure.

"Hello, I'm Danny Fenton. I'm going to speak about Ecto-beings and their vast culture within the Infinite Realms, " He says to the empty chairs. He pauses for a moment before, as if though he was gathering the attention of a audience before pressing the clicker abd watching his slide move.

"What are Ecto-beings?" He makes a gesture, that he once saw Tim Drake do on TV. It was a smooth wrist roll that he thought look sophisticated. "They can come in all shapes and sizes. Some are naturally formed from their environment, others are born to Ecto-beings and a few or deceased spirits. But they all share a core build from ectoplasm. That's what classifieds them as-"

"Maybe start but explaining what ectoplasm is" a voice cuts him off. Danny is not proud of the high pitch scream that releases from his throat. He is even less proud that he jumps so badly, he ends up tripping over his feet and falling over.

Bell-like laughter, fills the air, and Danny swings his head to the doorway only to further choke on his spit. Standing there looking like a Greek god is Tim Drake.

The very person he was attempting to imitate.

"Are you the Fenton Works representative?" Drake asks, strutting in with a wink. "I'm here on Wayne Enterprises behalf. We may be doing a joint charity effort for Ecto-beings rights. I'm Timothy Drake. And you?"

"I ugh, I'm Danny. Ugh- Danny Fenton. My parents own Fenton Works." He scrambles to his feet, flushing dark red when Drake smiles. "I'm presenting today. I was um practicing?"

"You're doing great" Drake assures. "Just remember to not stand in front of the screen. You want people to ready your bullet points."

"Oh." Danny drags his podium over. He cringes when he realizes that causes it yo scrap against the floor, leaving two long lines.

Drake's grin widens. "It has wheels. You just press the little lever on the right"

Danny wants to die "right. Sorry"

"Nothing a wax machine can't fix." Drake tilts his head, studying his face before asking,"Want to get a quick coffee to calm your nerves? They sell a great brand in the cafeteria"

Danny rubs his hands "Coffee makes me more nervous but thank you"

Drake's smile flatters before it switches back. "Icecream then?"

"No thank you. I run cold naturally and ice cream makes it worse"

".....how about afterwards? We could go watch a moive? Dinner?"

"I would, but I'm supposed to stay in the hotel my parents rented for me. They'll know if I'm not."

The other teen nods and looks a bit disappointed. "Alright, you can't blame a guy for trying . Well, good luck with your practice. I'll be back in an hour for the presentation."

Dannybwaves goodbye, trying to slow his fluttering heart rate. He just spoke to Tim Drake! He can't wait to text Sam and Tucker.

It's only after re-running the presentation once, about thirty minutes later, that Danny jolts in place "HE WAS ASKING ME OUT?!"

"Who was?"

For the second time that day, Danny released a high pitch scream. It's much worse to find Wonder Woman fighting a amused smile standing in the doorway instead of a Teenage Hearttob.

He hasn't even started. Maybe he should have fake being sick, too.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #dead tired #Ecto-beings Specialist #part 1 #Danny has accidentally rizz #The JL were trying to get information to raise Ecto awareness #the Watch tower is a secret so Justice Hall #Danny is an unpaid intern #Tim swing and missed with Danny #Danny is dense

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enchantingluminarywhispers · 2 days

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#sawry #usemefilthy #anxeity #newphoto #kill me #need cuddles #tu y yo #holly

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solargeist · 2 days

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in grian’s episode 50 they entered version 1.7.1, and grian’s series ends at episode 51. phantoms weren’t added until 1.13, which ironically came out like a month after he ended evo, i just don’t think they made it that far.

oh man, I like to think he learns abt them with the Watchers since they bring about updates, he gets to see them before players.

she’s gonna send it after him

#Ask #flora mean as hell for no reason. Training is important ! Not very fun when it’s something you’ve never seen before and it can fly after yo #I winged the design idk how to draw animals !!!#my art #doodle tag #evoau #might as well tag the au.#something abt this event and then later seeing these things in HC and having a full panic attack over it

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ichigokeks · 3 days

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I love how relaxed they are now, how playful and at ease. They've been through so much and it is a blessing that they get to be what they are: teenagers. At the end of the day, they are silly and paint on walls, fool around and pull pranks. I am glad they get to laugh and in all of it be gentle with one another, appreciate each other.

#sentimental #19 days #old xian #19 days update #he tian #mo guan shan #tianshan #19 days edit #i write this from my little swing on the balcony i feel like a 90 yo in a rocking chair #lmao

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satowooo · 3 days

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HATE THAT I LOVE YOU || part 4

mean!ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

It's already a part of Sukuna's personality to be mean, always throwing insults at every person he finds annoying here and there. And you were no exception. You ran after him like a lovesick puppy, happily smiling at his rejections, confessing to him multiple times how much you like him, and Sukuna wanted so much to strangle you for your persistence.

But when you stopped showing interest, maybe... just maybe, Sukuna didn't like the sound of it.

contents: sukuna x reader, soft!reader, mean!sukuna, hurt/slight angst, modern college AU, jealous sukuna, sukuna and yuji are siblings

warning: cursing, suggestive

previous chapter — next chapter

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“YOU SAID WHAT?!”

Sukuna let out an ‘ow’ when Yuji landed a smack on the back of his head. He glared at his brother, smacking his hands away as well.

“I told her not to get ideas. Tsk.”

Another smack. Earning another glare from Sukuna. Sukuna raised his hand to hit Yuji, in which the latter blocked with a pillow.

Yuji cannot believe how dumb his brother is. For someone as mean and cold as him, Yuji's shocked by how he can be so stupid when it comes to the girl he likes.

But then, Sukuna doesn't even admit to himself if he likes you anyways.

And that's just all Yuji can think of. Dumb, dumb, and dumb. His brother. His own brother.

“Be honest with me.” Yuji sat upright, hands on his knees as he looked at Sukuna. “You like her.”

It wasn't even a question, but more of a declaration. He is clearly stating the things that Sukuna can't see with his own eyes, and he wants to help before it's too late.

“It's so obvious,” He added. “You look at her differently now.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing curiosity about what he meant. “How?”

“Like you want her attention. Everytime she looks away, you're always peeking a glance at her– AND DON'T EVEN DENY IT!” Yuji smacked his brother's head once again, seeing how Sukuna was about to protest.

This time, Sukuna stayed silent, recalling back to when he started showing some signs to her.

He can't even deny it anymore.

Everyday, his eyes tried to search for the girl who used to wait for him to come to school every morning, and it hurt a little when he didn't see you anywhere you should be. When you walk across the hallway, he'd sometimes expect you to interrupt a conversation that he's having with Suguru like you used to, and ask if Sukuna can spare you a bit of your time, but you don't. And it's irritating him so much.

How long can his fake hatred go on?

It was just another day at campus, and isn't he just so lucky that he happens to sit beside you during free time? Everyone was at the field, the basketball team playing at the court as nearly half the population of the school watched and gawked over the MVP player with the number 7 and the name Gojo on his jersey. Everyone's eyes were on him, even yours.

You watched the player, whose last name was Gojo, dunk the ball and successfully shoot them down the ring as everyone cheered. You stared in awe, somehow amazed at how talented that player was.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna was side-eyeing your reaction, watching the way you try to contain your gasps every time that Gojo guy scores. He rolls his eyes at the blue eyed guy, who was smugly bumping fists with his teammates, sending flying kisses over the girls. He can't believe you were also being swayed by a man like him.

“What's good about him?”

“What? Are you talking to me?”

“What?” Sukuna was taken back when you turned to him with a confused face. He didn't mean to let his thoughts slip, but here he is now, there's not turning back, is there? Besides, he wants to know your answer nonetheless. “I said, what's so good about him? Do you like him or something?” He said with faked annoyance.

You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. “He’s really handsome.”

Sukuna’s shoulder tensed, thank the gods you weren't looking when his mouth fell open upon your answer. And you don't even look like you're kidding, which baffles him even more as he watches your eyes follow the white haired figure of a man that he's starting to loathe now. You just have no idea how you finally have this effect on him, and it's not even funny.

“You're pathetic.” He muttered, but you still heard him, earning a frown from you. You moved away from him, keeping one seat apart.

•

Sukuna is just the unluckiest man ever. It's your finals week, so technically, either none or only two teachers would attend class because all of them would be busy manipulating the grading sheets. So now, he finds himself seated again beside you, for a random reason that the seat next to yours was the first thing he saw and immediately sat down to it, watching another game of that blue eyed man who you seem to have heart eyes on.

It was unbelievable, how you're smiling at a man that's not Sukuna. And in Sukuna's eyes, that man was hideous to even be looked upon by a beauty like you. He just can't understand what's so great about blue eyes and white hair, when that guy only looks like a grandfather with six wives.

“He's hideous.” He commented, talking to you. “He's no good. I bet he still pisses his pants when he sleeps.”

“You're being mean, Sukuna.”

“Why do you like him so much, brat?”

“I never said I liked him.”

“You look like you do.”

He almost rolled his eyes when Gojo Satoru blew a kiss in your direction, making you flustered in your seat.

“Fucking hell.”

Each passing second and all Sukuna wanted to do was strangle the basketball player by the neck. His face was turning red, and his jealousy would be evident to everyone's eyes. He wanted to thank the gods again when he finally heard the bell rang, and you went back to your classes.

•

Sukuna groaned as your hands pressed against his chest, pampering kisses to his lips and neck while his hands were all over your body, tracing your curves with desire. His breath hitches, your eyes looking at him with lust and adoration. Sukuna held your flustered cheeks, your eyes glistening with emotions that he couldn't fathom. His thumb rubbed circles on your lower lip, pulling you against his lap, his lip an inch closer to yours.

Sukuna’s eyes almost rolled back when his name slipped from your mouth in a whimper, shooting jolts of vibration all over his warm body. He cursed before he found himself almost crashing his lips into yours.

Almost.

Sukuna woke up from his nap, his forehead and neck glistening with sweat. He looked down at his pants and cursed under his breath. He was in an empty classroom, the sun almost setting and the school was empty. He didn't realise how he had fallen asleep. And he can't believe he was dreaming about you.

He let out an exasperated sigh, heading to the parking lot to where his car was at. Only to stop at his tracks before he could even leave the building after he heard a sobbed coming from a room.

He looked to his left, his eyes furrowing at the sound. It might've been a ghost playing with his ears, but for some reason, his feet moved by itself.

The door of the room was swung open, seeing no one but a shadow of a girl. He heard her sobbed again, and this time, the sound was all too familiar. He peeked inside, a familiar back of a girl was sitting by the floor with glass shattered right in front of her. It only took him a few seconds to realise that it was you.

“Y/N?” He hurried right next to you, kneeling down as he pulls you away from the shattered mess. He found your wounded knee, bleeding with a piece of glass sinking on your skin. He almost winced at the sight.

Sukuna scooped you up in his arms, setting you down on a table as he stood between your legs. Your tears were streaming down on his face, and he doesn't know how he's supposed to stop you from crying as the pain was etched on your face.

“I'll try to remove it. Just shut up.” He didn't even ask how it happened, only worrying about how he's going to remove the piece of glass on her knee.

He took one deep breath, his fingers holding onto the glass as he tried to pull it back. But stopped when he heard you cry.

“It hurts. It hurts…” You breathed heavily, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Sukuna looked at you, his jaw clenching as blood leaked out. “I know, baby. I know.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and patted your back slowly in an attempt to calm you down, while his other hand caressed the back of your wounded knee. Sukuna looks around the room, thinking of ways on how to distract you from the pain, but finds no solution to it.

Only a stupid idea flashed in his mind. A stupid, yet might be a little helpful. But stupid, nonetheless.

For once, Sukuna felt nervous, looking down at her crying state and wounded knee. It was one way or another.

“You'll be fine. Why are you so weak?” He groaned, hiding his worry. “I'll pull it off fast. Is that okay?”

You looked worried, but nodded. “Please, just put it away.”

“It'll be really painful…” He sighs, reaching for your chin as he makes you look at him. He coughs awkwardly, “Think of happy thoughts, perhaps? In a count of three.”

“One.”

“Two…”

Before you knew it, Sukuna crashed his lips into yours, the same time as he pulled off the sharp glass on your knee. You gasped into his lips from both the shock and the pain. You felt the pain tingling from your wound, but with his lips against yours, it became hard to concentrate.

It wasn't even at the count of three.

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LOLLLL i think im back? ill try to add a taglist next time, you guys are too many, so comment down if you want to be added 😭 ANWAYSS, I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU FOR WAITING, and please don't hate me for the short update. I'M TRYING.

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donatellawritings · 1 day

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🎀 ྀིྀི

౨ৎ introducing babydoll!reader and dealer!rafe

loud trap music boomed through the speakers, bass echoing through the air of tannyhill as rafe adjusted his hips, throwing his head back with a shit-eating grin, his nostril dusted with a remanence of the finely cut coke that once laid neatly lined up on the coffee table beside his titanium amex card. running a hand through his stringy strands, rafe lets out a relaxed huff as he straightens himself out, bringing his intoxicated gaze to the flimsy wad of cash that rested in his free hand.

you were a bit skittish about trying coke for the first time, let alone purchasing it on your own, so having to do it in the midst of a party left you all shy and timid.

everything about you screamed fabulosity — you always wore the finest of vintage designer clothes, your shiny hair remained in a bouncy bombshell blowout — perfectly trimmed layers framing your face just right, your acrylic nails remained long, the tapered edges sharp and glazed with a glittery polish. you weren’t all that spunky, as some would say, but you packed quite the attitude, if you didn’t get your way. you were doused in the shiniest of jewelry, your fingers covered in dainty diamond bands. and every accessory you owned, just so happened to be a variation of a soft powder pink! i mean, you absolutely loved pink! to the point where even the reusable straw that sat at the bottom of your birkin had to be pink. your volume set of lash extensions always remained filled in and perfectly curled, your filled lips always swelled from the shimmery plumping gloss that you smeared on them every fifteen minutes or so.

so, seeing a dainty little thing like you approaching the coffee table left rafe a bit taken aback, “um, excuse me,” you called out, suddenly too aware of just how high the slits of your baby pink ruffle tube dress sat. forcing a smile, you squirm just a bit at the strong gaze of the young man who sat before you, a joint sat behind his ear as he cocks his head to the side, “i, uh — can i buy some c—” you began, immediately silenced as he looks up at you through lowly hung eyes and a slightly opened mouth.

“y’even old enough to be here, kid?” rafe questions smugly, stealing a quick glance at your nipples that poked through the thing fabric of your dress, money still in-hand as he flicks his eyes back up to meet your shy gaze, “can’t talk now, huh? well, i don’t sell to little girls,” he adds, his pink lips remaining parted as he continues to silently sift through the countless wrinkled dollar bills that sat in his hold.

pursing your sticky swollen lips into a pout, you lightly stomp your miu miu kitten heel into the flooring of the patio, your doe eyes silently pleading with your godbrother who stood leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes knowingly, “yo, country club she’s a’ight — only a line though — s’my godsister,” your godbrother barry tuts at the young man, motioning towards you with a nod.

now still, you watch as the blue eyed man quickly flits a glance between you and barry, a chuckle of disbelief leaving his mouth as he tongues the inside of his cheek, before straightening his posture, “shit — yeah man, let me cut one up for her,” he smiles, carelessly leaving the stack of wilted bills to his side as barry motions for you to take a seat.

“eek! thank you barry, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you shriek excitedly, rushing to swing your arms around your unamused godbrother’s neck as he stiffly pats your back with pursed lips.

“yeah, yeah — one line, don’t get used to this shit either, a’ight?” barry pulls away, pointing a scolding finger at you.

feverishly nodding, you sink your top teeth into your bottom lip, all peppy and anxious as you politely take a seat beside rafe, “this is my first time,” you breathe out with a coy laugh as rafe nods wordlessly, carefully pouring a small pile of coke on the glass table.

carefully slicing into the white mound with his credit card, rafe glances over at you, “yeah? m’surprised barry even allowed you to come here, pretty girls like you shouldn’t be around this, hm?” he questions, sliding his tongue over his lips and he meticulously cuts the coke into three tight lines.

“i just — i wanted to try it, just one time—” you began.

“in your pretty mouth or up your nose?” rafe sighs, leaving you wide eyed and dumbfounded. you were entirely new to this kind of thing — you were always taught that drugs were icky.

parting your lips, you shrug, your glassy eyes darting all around for your godbrother who was nowhere to be found. nervously flipping your hair over your shoulder, you watch as rafe snorts a line clean off of the glass surface, rolling his shoulders back as he swipes his nostril clean of any residue.

“i don’t kn—”

bringing a strong hand to clamp around the back of your neck, rafe smiles, his pupils blown to hell as he carefully looks you over — he could ruin you so easily, but he wouldn’t … not yet, at least.

“open your mouth, kid,” he speaks sternly, stringy strands of fringe covering his eyes as you nod obediently, parting your swollen lips, “atta girl, now this s’gonna be the first and last time y’do this shit, so enjoy it, yeah?” he decides, bringing his hand to lightly grin your chin as two fingers on his free hand gather some of the coke that rested on the table.

forcing your eyes shut, you whimper as rafe’s thick fingers slide underneath your top lip, gently smearing the powder across your gums, “gross,” you whine, your small hand latching on to rafe’s wrist as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, his eyes carefully watching the way your pupils slowly expand.

privy to the way your eyes glaze over, rafe nudges your jaw with a rough knuckle, “gotta keep those pretty eyes open, kid — s’alot the first time but y’can take it,” he tuts, earning a slow nod from you as he makes the bold decision cup a hand under your chin, lightly squeezing your cheeks and ever so gently kneading into the soft skin with his fingers, “better not catch y’doin this shit after today, either — y’got that?” he questions, his bright blue eyes narrowed as you lick over your suddenly dry lips.

“i won’t!” you squeak.

“good, because now y—”

“country club, y’better back the fuck up off my godsister, before i knock y’rich boy ass out,” barry warns, causing rafe to flinch slightly as you gaze up at barry with wet eyes, your heart racing in your chest, “c’mon babydoll, m’takin you home,” barry whistles, your eyes quickly darting to rafe with parted swollen lips as you sent him an apologetic pout.

jumping to stand on your mule-clad feet, you take a steadying breath before sending a perky wave towards rafe, “bye!” you chirp, spinning to follow barry, your dress blowing up to give rafe the quickest peek at the hot pink thong that clung to your plump ass.

rafe was going to get himself killed messing around with you, but fuck, it would be so worth it.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #babydoll!reader #dealer!rafe

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yvesntul · 2 days

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abby anderson x reader ࿐

content loss of virginity, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of strap

‘ come on, baby. how come you’re always getting shy on me ? ‘ abby’s hand was under your shirt, her fingers skimming the lacey material of your bra. you hated the bummed look on her face, your digits weaving themselves through her loose hair as she left kisses on your neck. ‘ i just don’t want to disappoint you, ‘ you whispered, ‘ here you are with all the experience in the world, and here i am with nothing, kind of humiliating. ‘ you cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

‘ what do you mean ? ‘ she laughed. ‘ i’ve never had sex before, abs. that’s what i mean. ‘ your hands fell to your sides as you avoided looking at the girl on top of you. ‘ hey, ‘ she cupped your chin, ‘ are you serious?’ you nodded slowly, sucking in a breath as her eyes darkened over. ‘ you’re telling me that someone as beautiful, perfect, and smart as you are hasn’t had sex with anyone ? ‘ a shy smile graced your lips from her genuine praise. ‘ abby, i’m being serious ! ‘ you hit her chest playfully.

‘ so am i. why would you think you’d disappoint me by being a virgin ? ‘ she caged you between her arms, leaving a kiss on your temple. ‘ because i want you to feel good too. ‘ you met her eyes for the first time during this whole ordeal. abby shook her head, ‘ this is about you, making you feel good would make me feel even better. ‘ she pulled you into a kiss, slotting herself between your thighs. ‘ let me do that for you, beautiful. let me make you feel good. ‘ you moaned when she grinded against your cunt, the thin material of your leggings having nothing on the rough denim of abby’s jeans.

‘ okay, ‘ you let her take off your sweatshirt, her hips grouding into yours once again. ‘ i’ll be easy i promise, ‘ she sat back on her heels, pulling down your leggings and underwear in one swoop. ‘ yeah? you like that?’ abby’s jaw clenched as she took in the naked sight of you, practically making her mouth water right there. ‘ if you want me to stop anything, just say the word baby. ‘ she picked up one of your legs, allowing your ankle to rest on her shoulder. you shuddered as abby traced your folds, her thumb teasing your clit.

‘ fuck, you’re soaked already ? ‘ you moaned once she started a steady rhythm. she continued like this until you grabbed her wrist, your shallow breaths now pants as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm. ‘ you okay ? can’t take it ? ‘ she leaned forward, moving faster as your grip on his wrist tightened. ‘ d-don’t stop. ‘ your eyes rolled back just as you felt a finger at your entrance.

abby’s finger entered you slowly, your walls fluttering around her digit. ‘ does that hurt ? ‘ you shook your head, your hips chasing her hand for more. ‘ you’re doing so good, yn. ‘ she kissed you, the added penetration making your thighs shake. ‘ w-wait, i think i’m gonna— oh my god, ‘ you were cut off by your orgasm hitting you full force, a cry ripping itself from your throat. abby inserted a second finger, this alone making black spots dot your vision, your body thrashing against the sheets underneath you.

‘ o-okay, okay ! ‘ you tapped her arm, trying your best not to scream at the overstimulation. abby grunted, putting the same fingers she had inside of you, inside her mouth, your eyes widening as she did so. ‘ fuck, you taste so good. ‘ she was quick to discard all of her clothes, your jaw dropping at the size of her cock, having doubt in being able to take it. ‘ i can’t promise this won’t hurt baby, i’ll stop if it’s too much for you, okay ? ‘ you nodded, wrapping your arms around her neck, her lips grazing yours as she lined herself up with your entrance.

she smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before taking you in a kiss, your heart melting at the same time she pushed herself inside you, your eyes screwing shut at the pain shooting up your spine. abby groaned at the sight of you, her head dropping in the crook of your neck. ‘ holy fuck. ’ she breathed out, her large palm cupping your bra—clad tit. ‘ hurts, abs. ‘ tears stung your eyes, your nails digging into her skin. “i won’t move until you tell me to, angel.” you held her face in your hands, adjusting to her while the pain subsided.

‘ i think i’m okay now, ‘ you wrapped your legs around her waist, a whimper leaving abby’s lips as she pulled out, thrusting back into you slowly. you moaned, the stretch feeling more blissful with each stroke of her cock. within five minutes, you and abby were moaning and holding onto each other like you’d disappear if you let go. she was getting rougher the closer she got to the edge, her hand occasionally wrapping around your neck.

‘ fuck, harder, please abs. ‘ she huffed a laugh at your request, tugging your hair as she flipped you over, her fingertips digging into your hips as you took you from the back. in this position, she reached even deeper, your pussy clenching around her as she pushed your face into the pillows, muffling your screams. ‘ shit— ‘ you whimpered, moving your hips to meet hee thrusts.

abby fisted your hair, pulling you up so your back was flat against her chest. ‘ that’s it, you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl ? ‘ she talked into your ear, her other hand coming around to rub tight circles on your clit. ‘ oh, fuck yes, ‘ you would’ve collapsed if it wasn’t for her holding you up. ‘ cum baby, i got you. ‘ as if on cue, you gasped, abby cursing at the noises escaping your mouth, ‘ oh, fuck, i’m gonna cum too. ‘ you didn’t even get a chance to go through the aftershocks of your second orgasm before she got on top of you again, still rubbing your clit as she fucked into you like she was merely using you to get herself off.

you winced, overstimulation setting in as you felt the build up of a third climax underway. ‘ you’re so good abby— ’ those words alone sent her spiraling, her hips stuttering as she reached herself at the end. ‘ give me one more, yn ‘ she grunted, her abs constricting as she switched her angle, pinning both of your thighs next to your head. ‘ abby wait— holy shit. ‘ you were sure she had crescents indented in her skin by how hard you were scratching her.

‘ there you go .. ‘ she trailed wet kisses from your chest to your neck, wiping away a tear that slid down your cheek. you panted, finally opening your eyes only to see abby smiling down at you. ‘ that’s not funny, ‘ you breathed, holding onto her hand as she rolled over to your side, ‘ that was .. better than i thought. ’ abby stroked your hair, pulling you close to her. “that was amazing, yn. i didn’t think you could be anymore perfect but i was wrong.” you smiled against her skin.

maybe it was the way your girlfriend brain was wired, but you couldn’t keep yourself from thinking about her past conquests who probably felt the same way as you did right now; literally dickmatized and on top of the world. ‘ why are you so pouty now ? ‘ she cupped your cheeks, your eyes rolling at her teasing tone. ‘ because.. you’ve made other girls feel like that too. ‘ you twirled a loose strand of her hair that framed her face.

‘ mm well if it makes you feel any better, no other girl has ever made me feel like this and can’t even compare to you. ‘

+ could y’all also have ur age in ur bio if ur interacting cs it’s getting annoying to block .. i can’t refrain minors from snooping n reading but the least u could do is respect boundaries by not interacting or following thank u

#abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #tlou #the last of us #wlw #lesbian

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