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Abby has the softest heart.

I just know in a long distance relationship, she'd pull out all the stops to help you feel safe and connected.

She has your time zone memorized, she wakes up early just so she can check her messages before she goes to the gym. And yes, she has your contact information saved to her phone under a sweet nickname that only serves to make her blush whenever she sees it.

She's the corny girl who sends you pictures of everything. Her breakfast, her adorable pets, random shots of the gym. You cherish every single one because it brings you closer to her.

This girl rants about people at the gym like you know them personally.

"Guess who didn't re-rack the weights, again." But she's smiling the entire time because to her, it's like you're standing right there beside her.

The first time you meet in person, she's a nervous wreck. You fly to her and her heart races the entire week leading up to it. She's waiting just outside security at the airport, a little too early, sweaty palms pressed against her thighs.

She checks the arrivals board a dozen times even though she already knows your gate by heart.

When she sees you walk through those doors, it takes everything in her to keep from running toward you at full speed. And the first time she holds you, it's not a small hug.

Not a hello hug.

But a full body, I need you with every inch of myself kind of squeeze.

Your feet barely touch the ground for five whole minutes.

You can feel her heart hammering between her ribs and she's not ashamed to admit how you've made her mouth so dry she's afraid to kiss you.

The first thing Abby says to you in person?

"Hi."

And she's trembling so bad it comes out sweetly broken.

She cuddles your hoodie every night and seriously considers turning it into her pillowcase.

Not a phone call girlie at first but she warms up to it and as soon as she hears your voice, she can't get enough.

When you cry, and she can't be there to hold you, she's fighting back tears. You can hear her jaw clenching with how badly she wants to make it better for you. But she's never the one causing your pain.

She's your protector.

She'd never hurt you.

This girl doesn't ask for second chances because she knows what she's got and she works to keep it.

She's had love bottled up inside her for so long that when she feels a genuine connection to you, she pours her affection into it. You're getting a bouquet of flowers, your favourite ones, on a random Tuesday, whether you like it or not.

Abby speaks through song lyrics. So you bet your sweet ass she is making you playlists you can vibe to when the time difference or busy life stuff keeps you apart.

Does she kiss the screen after she hangs up with you, before she goes to bed? I'll never tell. But I think you know.

Abby is the girlfriend everyone needs.

But not everyone deserves her light.

Show up for her and she'll be the most beautiful love story you ever have.

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Caitlyn getting (accidentally) TikTok famous

Caitlyn getting TikTok famous is not something you had planned on.

It isn't something she had planned on, either. One moment, she's filming a short clip showcasing her outfit of the day; and the next, she's getting thousands of likes and hundreds of comments. She had only been wearing her simple black turtleneck, high-waisted pants, and heeled boots: Caitlyn doesn't see the fuss.

But oh, other people do.

Do you do weddings? (As the bride)

Just one chance 😫

Her accent??? I'll do ANYTHING

Caitlyn barely looks at her comments. She's not really on social media to begin with, only posting a few videos a week and scrolling for five to ten minutes. They're short: usually about her outfits, some event in Piltover she went to, or a particularly intense training routine that she worked up a sweat from.

Needless to say, those comments were particularly unhinged.

You sit in bed one night, the comforter pulled over your body as you lay back against the pillows. You're glaring down at your phone, each comment you read succeeding in further pissing you off. Who even are these people, and why do they think they have a chance with your girlfriend?

"What's wrong, darling?" Caitlyn steps out from the bathroom that's connected to your shared bedroom. She's gorgeous: a towel wrapped around her body and her wet hair reaching her shoulders. Loose droplets of water run across her collarbone and down her chest, and you can't help the flare of jealousy that rises inside you.

You know your girlfriend is hot. Still, these sights are for your eyes only.

"Darling?" Caitlyn repeats as she dries her hair with another towel. Her eyebrows furrow in concern at your lack of response, and she steps over to sit on the edge of the bed.

You huff out a sigh, holding out your phone so that the screen faces her. "Have you seen these?" Your eyes narrow as you gesture to a few of the many comments on her most recent video.

"Yes," Caitlyn shrugs like it's obvious, like there's no reason why she should care for them. "I don't know why people like it so much."

"It's cause you're hot." Your voice morphs into a petulant whine as you state the truth. You can't help it; why should you have to share what's yours?

"That doesn't matter."

You cross your arms, sulking as if you're a child. "Yes, it does."

Caitlyn laughs softly, endeared by your pouting form. She considers your words for a moment before she sets your phone on the bed and brings your hand up to her lips. She presses a gentle kiss to the back of it. "I think it's time that people met my girlfriend, hm?"

The next day, a new video is uploaded to Caitlyn Kiramman's TikTok. A clip from the song Out of My League plays in the background as Caitlyn backs up while facing the camera, pretending to accidentally bump into a girl behind her. Then, when the beat drops, she suddenly spins around and lifts you into her arms, carrying you offscreen as she gives you the sappiest smile known to mankind.

And the caption?

Meet my future wife 💕 #wlw

My upcoming idol!Caitlyn fic is SO long and I'm trying to make it the best quality possible for you lovelies! Here are some of my silly Cait ideas while I finish it and try not to die <3

~Cherry 🍒

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sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

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IM IN

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https://www.tumblr.com/r3starttt/782030978771189760/princess-abby-x-reader-whos-in?source=share

Im in im in im in im in im in in

YEAH YEAH???

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hi, quick question because idk if i understood your last post well and i just want to make sure i did (sorry!!) but did you mean that you don't like when people make fem characters trans just for smut and no other type of content? cause if that's the case, i agree. it's sooo weird and fetishising ewww . (sorry for bothering just wanted to make sure!)

YES! the amount of penis and dick put in sapphic fics with the excuse of trans headcanons is INSANE. I just feel it's weird they only use it for smut and only with female characters(? for example I've seen people talking about jayvik from arcane being trans, and they always elaborate on the idea, but when it's female characters w a penis? is just for sex(???? and breeding kink(? idk I'm just tired of people not using a hashtag or a warning for that type of content. But it's my opinion and even if I'm all furious about this u won't catch me hating on anyone 😞🙌 pls don't cancel me, just... use a warning and a hashtag cs I wanna see some pussy to pussy content!

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applejack x abby anderson 🍎🤠🐄

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precise and intentional. you moved in a rhythm that had become second nature. on auto-pilot. the only noise that sought refuge in your ear canal was that of the quick chop chop chop coming from the knife in your hand.

caught so intensely in the routine you had set yourself in, you didn’t even hear abby walk through the double doors of the kitchen.

“you’re here early,” she said after setting her things in her designated locker, now hovering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse at what your hands were busily fussing with.

a slight jump roused your focused mind from the clutches of a habitual prison. “fuck, abby,” you cursed, setting the knife to rest on the cutting board.

your eyes rolled at the way her lips turned up into a grin, before parting to let a small laugh be the first nice sound you’d heard all morning.

“seriously,” abby began once again, her hands running across the small of your back as she walked around your body to get a good look at the dishes sitting on the expo. plated, dressed, and gorgeous. “it’s 4 in the fucking morning. why aren’t you asleep?”

“it’s 4:47, and i could ask you the same thing.”

her eyes flicked up to yours, “thinking too much. couldn’t sleep.”

“same here,” you replied honestly as your hands subconsciously moved to start the knife back up again.

abby chuckled, watching you slip back into a state she had seen time and time again. she knew your tendencies like the back of her hand. “yeah, no shit,” her arms caged the counter in front of her, her eyes never leaving your steady frame.

“put that down and come over here.”

reluctantly, you stopped your movements. you needed this done — you still had other ideas you were itching to execute.

“you have plenty of time until open,” abby said quietly, as if she was reading your fucking mind. being in the same room as her meant not being allowed to be stressed or angry, because damn was she good with sweet talk. “get your ass over here,” abby nearly whispered.

her large arms crossed in front of her chest, muscles twitching and bulging with the movement. you stood beside her now, her hip bumping into yours. “tell me why this kept you up all night.”

not many times had abby turned down an idea you had for a dish. more times than not, your creations were implemented into the menu almost immediately. some called it favoritism, abby called it losers weepers.

you would hope you were talented by the way abby stared after you in the kitchen. if it weren’t talent that kept her up your ass, then you couldn’t for the life of all things good determine the real answer.

“um, i had a dream about this one last week,” you started, pointing at the dish furthest to the left. “you had mentioned a dessert your dad made and i couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

abby’s lip turned up into a grin, her eyes grinning just as much. “you were dreaming about me?” she replied sarcastically, leaning closer toward you. you shoved her away, tired of her antics already within the 13 minutes of her being in the building.

“stop, i’m messing around,” she said with her hand outstretched to grab the arm you pushed her with. you didn’t fight it. her grasp was warm and safe. “this looks a hell of a lot better than anything my dad ever made, so you get half a point.”

“half? are you fucking kidding?”

“admit you were dreaming about me and i’ll consider a full point.”

“alright, fuck off,” you scoffed, trying to distract yourself from the way abby’s hand now lightly rubbed circles into your back.

the rest of the explanations went by, and the taste tests went even faster; your mind racing as you yearned for her approval. of course, no complaints. not even a critique. just ‘it’s perfect’ this and ‘that’s amazing’ that. maybe there was some favoritism involved…

“let’s go get you a coffee,” abby said from across the kitchen, jacket already adorning her broad shoulders.

you shook your head, “once i finish this.”

abby rolled her eyes as she unlocked your locker to grab your jacket. she was entirely too used to forcing your stubborn ass out of the building. she was dedicated, but it seemed you were always fighting for first place in that department. she hated losing but she couldn’t lose when you were winning beside her. though, sometimes, she couldn’t help herself.

throwing your jacket at your head and pushing you past the double doors, abby made sure she got what she wanted.

“how many times do i have to tell you that your food is fucking perfect before you take a damn break,” she watched as you shifted the jacket onto your body, holding the main door open for you to exit through.

“hmmm, try 17 more and we’ll see where that gets you.”

“can i bargain with you?”

“no.”

“17 more times it is then.”

waiting with the passenger car door open, you made your way to the blonde with a smile on your face. “nothing is open right now,” you said, perching yourself to lean on the side of the car.

you didn’t have to see the eye roll to feel how dramatic it was, “i have coffee at my house. personal barista sound good to you?”

a smile hitched itself to your face, thoroughly enjoying the idea of abby being at your disposal. “anything i want?” you asked incredulously.

abby tilted her head, running her tongue across her bottom teeth as she looked at you with an annoyed smirk. “get in the car and i’ll think about it.”

you giggled quietly, the early morning air freshening your mind as you slipped into the seat she had waiting for you.

“yes, chef.”

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vamp!caitlyn wants you ꨄ

18+ mdni men dni contains mentions of dom!cait, sub!reader, biting, tribbing. cunnilingus, pet names (love, sweetheart, darling).

(might make a part two, not sure)

These had been a rough weeks for your town. Everyone is scared to leave their houses, and almost all the agriculture or manual labor is disrupted.

What you didn't know is that, you, the daughter of a rich man, locked up in your own bedroom, had something to do with it. You had met her before, she was a nice woman in your eyes, made your heart flutter.

But you could never tell your father about your relationship with her. Sleeping with a woman before marriage? You would be burnt at the stake.

You would have never imagined.

The moon light casts a soft shine on your face as you are looking out your window again, your expression somber. Have your prayers fallen on deaf ears?

Is your father ever going to stop setting you up with men, is the slaughter around the town ever going to end?

You decide to call it a day, getting in your bed, lightening a candle, and going to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut.

You jolt awake, seeing your dress ridden up all the way to your chest.

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"ngh... a-ah..." you are woken up by a rising heat through your body, the candle still casting an orange light around the room.

"w-what- hngg- caitlyn!" You squirm, looking down to see Caitlyn pressing kisses to your cunt.

"mh... missed you darling, missed you so much..." She hums agaisnt your heat, placing slow, wet, purposeful kisses to your pretty pussy.

You try to squirm away, confused on how she even got in, worried your dad could hear. Unfortunately for you, Caitlyn has other plans.

She grips your thighs painfully, burrying her face further in with a hunger you've never seen before. You let out a loud cry, your hand coming up to grip her hair.

"f-fuck!! A-hn—!" You squirm, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Her tongue seems so more skilled, her voice more rough, like she's ready to devour you.

She grips your hips, sucking on the little bud of nerves, licking, kissing.

"Look at me love." She says in that demanding tone you're so familiar with. You look down at her, seeing her tongue enter your sopping pussy, the hairs matted with arousal.

"C-Caitlyn! What is the meaning of this!" You gasp, quickly interruoted by her lips crashing into yours, tasting your own arousal in her tongue, in a sloppy, wet kiss.

Her hands trail under your sleepwear shirt, kneading at your boobs feverishly, making you let sharp gasps and moans.

She's completly lost in your scent, lips coming down to kiss and bite at your neck, except this time, you feel a sharp pain in your neck, feeling her fangs.

You desperately grip onto her arm, nails digging in her flesh as you let out a cry. Meanwhile she can only hum agaisnt your neck. She's never tasted any blood as sweet as yours. It's addicting, really, but she can't do that to her poor girl. She'd never risk the free will you have if going out in the sun, even if its pointless with a massacre she started going on outside.

She pulls away, blood painting her lips such a pretty dark red color as she licks it off, hand moving down to them hem of her pants, desperate to take them off.

Your hand goes to your neck, your hand stained in your blood as it dawns on you. It's her, the creature that has been slaughtering all your marriage candida-

"AGH!—" You scream, one of her hands underneath your shirt, twisting one of your nipples. There's a sadistic grin on her face, seeing your teary eyes and your helpless expression.

Your arousal overpowers your shock, as filthy as that makes you feel.

"C-Caitlyn! There's no way-!" You say in disbelief.

"M'sorry, need you so bad, can't help myself sweetheart..." She groans, underwear off.

As ridiculous as it sounds, you can't help but take pity on, she looks like she has restrained herself a lot.

She raises one of your legs, clit brushing agaisnt yours in a way that makes you even more dripping wet than you were before, biting your lip.

She rubs herself agaisnt you, head thrown back as she huffs and groans. "O-oh, so good, missed you, missed you so much darling..."

You moan at her words, clits rubbing so deliciously agaisnt eachother. You're bucking your hips, grasping the sheets, moaning her name. It's scandalous.

She continues rolling her hips, blue hair clinging to her face and hands shaking as she grasps your thighs, her touch leaving those pretty marks she likes making you see in the mirror every time she's done with you.

And god, it burns so good. Her pussy burns so good. It's slippery, it's nasty, it's everything that she loves.

"fuck- sweetheart, mh— m' gonna cum..." She groans, arms trembling as she holds your leg up.

You whine, beating her to it. The hot creamy liquid comes out of your pussy, coating Cait's cunt and the sheets.

Cait comes right after, a faint chuckles coming out of her. "O-oh fuck... Yes...!"

Her tongue comes down between your thighs again as she's still coming, hips twitching, sucking your juices up and biting your thigh like you're a nice piece of meat.

"you won't mind me feeding on you a bit more, right?"

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"She's Trans to me, she has a penis" WOAH??? JUST FOR SEX SHE DOES TFFFFF

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sometimes I forget I'm fat and then it hits me and it's like right, my bad

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ok i’m sorry but i just watched up to episode 3 of tlou and dina saying “c’mon you’re gay, i’m not, i’m just curious” is actually something i really don’t think she would ever say. like… no.

she never said she was canonically bisexual or queer, but she also never treated her kiss with ellie like it was just a phase or some weird experiment. it always felt real. sincere. not performative.

and honestly?? that whole “i’m not gay, i’m just curious” line is soooo tired. especially in wlw spaces. we’ve all heard it. we’re exhausted.

the word “curious” alone alr gives me PTSD lmao😀

it’s just disappointing because dina always felt more thoughtful and respectful than that. i’ve always loved dina’s character and i feel like they aren’t portraying her as good as they should! there’s also more opinions i have but i wanted to speak up about this one.

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oooooh i need her so diabolically bad

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her sitting here, legs spread as she teases herself at the sight of me taking her cock like the good girl I am.

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THE PITT + TRIVIA • from the cast & interviews (insp.)

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need her to crush my head like a watermelon

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If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait